Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 20:07:13 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <antomuk@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Garden, Cpt 9

The Garden - Adult Entertainment by Anthony D Thomas

Usual disclaimers apply.  The following contains male-to-male sex and is
written for entertainment rather than enlightenment.  If you are under age,
such reading is illegal in your country, or just here to satisfy some
prurient desire before complaining - then go elsewhere.  Otherwise, please
enjoy.

Comments and suggestions please to antomuk@hotmail.com

Contents include: Watersports and a quite a bit more bit more. S&M and
audience.

Chapter Nine

As the young cock was removed from my bruised mouth and throat I thought
they would probably let me down for a breather but that was not to be.
Instead I felt the straps attached to my arms and raised, spread-eagled
legs pulled a little tighter and the ones across my head and body only
slackened off long enough to place a small pillow under my head before my
body was once again immobilised completely.

A couple of small fingers forced their way roughly inside my arse
accompanied by a voice, 'Lets see what we can do with this next.'  I
couldn't see who spoke through the steamed up goggles, only make out a
vague small black body that was replaced by a larger one and another voice,
'OK! Lets see how he likes these.'

I soon discovered that 'these' were a load of ice cubes forced up my sore
arse rapidly one after the other.  Just as I thought my insides were
starting bto freeze the voice said, 'Here.  You two use these up elsewhere.
It's a waste to have ice cubes without beer isn't it?'

There was the sound of a beer bottle being opened and then the stem shoved
up inside me.  Surely he didn't intend to fuck me with the bottle?  I could
feel it had a long neck but no way would it fit in any further; I just
couldn't stretch that far.

As he started to move, or rather, shake the bottle back and forth I
realised that was not the intention as the beer foamed up and followed the
ice deep inside filling and chilling me at the same time. It was
uncomfortable more than painful but added to the ice cubes being applied to
various parts of me body, especially my nipples and cock or balls I heard
myself moaning on and off between trying quite unsuccessfully to move or
flex my body.

'Squeeze your cheeks boy,' as the near empty bottle was removed, 'Don't you
dare leak before I plug you'

I tried but felt an slight wet escape as the plug was applied, the plug in
question being a thick hot cock being rammed straight in my filled arse
without any warning or finesse.  I screamed through my open gagged mouth
only to feel a hand grab my cock and balls by the base and squeeze then
tightly.

'Go on white boy.  You scream as much as you want.  I like to hear you
hurt.  My boys have never seen me really let go and enjoy myself before.'

Peter's voice in my ear, 'Are you sure you OK with this?  We'll stop if you
want us to.'

I managed to grunt an affirmative.  I was in pain now.  My nipples were
cold and sore, my bladder full and as for my arse?  I had no idea what was
going on in there, bloated, full of beer and still I felt some ice but
mostly filled by a thick long hot cock that was now slowly thrusting its
way deeply in, almost out and then forcibly back in. Even so, my body had
acclimatised in some way and was now working with the pain, thriving on it
in fact.  I wanted it all, they could do whatever they wanted with my body,
just so it didn't end.

Even so, there seemed to be one part of my body or possible the slight
section of my brain still conscious that had a different idea and that part
was yelling and groaning as the thick cock was messily ploughing my arse.
Each time he rammed in I could hear a squishing sound and some part of the
earlier invasion escaped to splatter and soak both of our nether
regions. As he still had tight hold of my cock and balls down the bottom of
my shaft and was squeezing tighter each time he bashed my nuts I suppose
there was an excuse for the noise my mouth was making.

Not enough of an excuse for him though.  'I've heard enough from whitey for
a while.  You lot fill his mouth with something. Don't much care what'

There was some whispering then, 'I told you Peter said that was OK.  Its
what you two get up to on your own anyway but this should be better.'  More
whispering.  'Anywhere apart from his mouth.  That just for piss and cock.'

There was more whispering and giggling as two bodies climbed on the table
and crouched with legs either side of me facing each other, one above my
head and the other over my chest. I had no spare brain capacity to try and
hear what they were saying as the cock in my arse was building up speed.
He's let go of my shaft and was holding tightly to my thighs making sure he
fucked my body as deeply as possible.

My balls were taking a hammering and it was only when I had to swallow in
order to take a breath that I realised the two bodies squatting over me had
not only been pissing over each other and splashing me but also they both
were directing their streams into my open mouth from time to time.

Worse was to come.  The body over my chest put his hands either side of my
head, crouching forward, with his face a few inches from mine.  My sight
was very blurred through the goggles and I could only make out a young
black face with brilliant white teeth and a big grin as the face clenched
and I just heard a small escape of wind before a warm smelly log landed on
my wet chest.

I don't know why it caught me by surprise, after all both my employer and
Peter knew I occasionally played dirty and had obviously shared the
information.  I think it was more the youth of my assailant as it were.
What happened next was even more unexpected as he quickly got up to be
replaced by the other youth who immediately lay down over me with his cock
slotting neatly through the ring into my mouth and squashing his brothers
deposit between us, wriggling his body around to ensure it spread as far as
possible.

I could feel his hot breath on my cock as he pulled it to one side so as to
obtain a better view of the punishment my arse was getting.

It worked well for him as his own cock rapidly swelled up in my mouth and
jerked around each time it came in contact with my tongue.

'Go on.  Rape his arse. Fuck him full of your cum.  Make him feel it.'  He
was a right little goer.  I knew it was him speaking as again his hot
breath was falling on my cock, it must be only an inch or so from his
mouth. Even so.  With the beer I'd drunk earlier and now the melting ice
cubes and liquid floating around inside my arse and being continually
sloshed around by the cock ramming in and out resulted in a bladder I just
couldn't hold any longer.

I could tell by the resulting noises and comments my escaping stream caught
the young man straight in the face but to my surprise all he did was place
his mouth right over my cock, closing his lips and when he got a mouthful
pulling off and squeezing the shaft of my cock to slow the flow.  The
mouthful he spat out over my cock and balls, also over the set now
ploughing my arse more and more rapidly.  This he repeated several times
until my flow eased off slightly at which point he just squeezed his hand
more tightly round my shaft cutting off the flow and causing me some
discomfort.

'Go on.  Fuck him harder.  Make him feel it.'  Everyone was calling out
like that apart from myself who could hardly make any sound due to the cock
filling my mouth.  That was suddenly removed, as was the hand gripping my
shaft and as the young body hopped off the table my freed cock jerked about
spraying piss left, right and all over, including the stud working in my
arse who with a thrust I felt up my gut started shooting and shooting, jet
after jet of hot sum inside me.

I couldn't stop pissing and he didn't stop shooting for ages, his hands
gripping my thighs so tightly they almost seemed to meet in the middle.  I
was making a mixture of noises, trying to yell each time he thrust again
into my sore arse and gasping with relief as my bladder lost its load at
the same time.  I didn't know what I was yelling until the ring gag was
removed from my mouth and I discovered myself crying out for more! More!

I was mad. I had to be mad. More???

It was only when the cock up my arse was finally removed to be forcibly
replaced by a plug, that I discovered when I yelled out at the intrusion
the straps binding me to the table had also been removed.  In fact I would
have fallen off if not supported by several pairs of hands. I could see
very little now through the steamed up goggles and quite frankly probably
wouldn't have focused much on anything if they had been removed.

I was aware of voices both speaking to me and round me but was only aware
of them from a distance, asking me if OK to continue, hands manoeuvring my
body to kneel down on the tiled floor that I felt was covered by a fair
sized layer of what must have been piss and then the plug was removed, or
rather wrenched from my backside to allow the filthy mixed contents to flow
out.

'Right then.  You need to be washed down.'  I did hear that but it took a
while to soak through to my brain and I found my body being soaked by
several streams of piss, covering me from head to foot and filling my mouth
as fast as I could swallow.

I was forced to my feet and after being blindfolded had my arms stretched
above my head and hooked on somewhere followed by my legs being pulled
apart and likewise fastened off finishing off with a weight being attached
to the strap still round my cock and balls.

I couldn't see a thing and only seemed to feel the stretching of my body
and balls from a distance.  There were unseen hands roaming across my wet
spread-eagled body, pinching at my nipples, squeezing my cock, slapping and
squeezing at my arse.

If that wasn't enough another cloth was fastened over my nose that had been
saturated in poppers.  I knew my body must be in for it but didn't care.  I
had a massively painful erection now my bladder had emptied and the rings
round my cock were squeezing it tightly.  I just had to empty it somehow.

'What do you want?' asked a voice that must have seen how my cock was
straining.

'Bring me off.  For God's sake make me cum.'

He replied, 'OK then.  We'll get you off.  Do you mind how?  Can you take
it'

'Just do it!  Anything!  Bring me of!'

The weight hanging from my balls was removed only to be replaced by an
elastic strap pulling them downwards and stretching them even tighter each
time my strung up body moved at all.  A freezing cold solid metal plug
being ramed straight up my arse followed this.  I think I must have
screamed then as the voice returned, 'Just relax boy.  You need something
up there to remember what it feels like to be plugged,' and then a strap
was fed round and fastened in front to retain it in place.

It was cold and being metal in no hurry to warm up.  You'd think the cold
would cause my erection to diminish, but no.  Even when hands commenced
attacking my body with ice cubes, on my sore nipples, down my spine causing
my body to bend forward and stretch my balls before I could catch myself,
even being wiped over my cock and balls.  Nothing seemed to effect my
erection.  It just became more and more painful.

'Right boy.  Breathe deeply.'  That was all the warning I had as a strap
fell across my naked arse with enough force to sway me forward again and
cause my cheeks to clench round the freezing plug.  I couldn't scream.  Not
only did I need every conscious thought to continue breathing at all with
the three pain sites, as my body bent forward my hard cock was temporally
engulfed by a small warm mouth that briefly tongued my piss slip before I
swung back to the upright. 'Again! I yelled.  'Do it again!  Please!'

He did.  I lost count of the times that strap fell across my arse.  Each
time I swung forward into that lovely warm mouth with tight lips and
flicking tongue but never managed to stay inserted for long as the strap
stretching my balls pulled me back.

'For Christ's sake finish me off!  Do what you want but finish me.  Do Me!'

'You really sure?'

'Yes! Yes! Yes! Anything!!'

'OK then.  I'm going to really enjoy this.  Rest of you stand back and you
better breathe in deeply boy cause this will hurt!'

The mouth returned to my straining cock and slowly absorbed it fully before
its tongue started licking twisting round it. Shortly after the strap was
reapplied several times to my hot arse.

'GO ON! FOR FUCKS SAKE DO IT!  DO ME HARD!'

'Here we go then.'

The landing site of the strap moved slowly up my back till it was falling
across my shoulders while the mouth on my cock gripped tighter, allowing
the movement back and forth of my body to slide it slightly in and out.

'HARDER!  HARDER!' I yelled. I had to cum.  My cock was bursting.

The strap suddenly fell across my bruised nipples without warning, then
back across my back, then my chest again.  Back and forth.

'YES! YES! Go on!  Do it. Do Me.  Make it happen!'

I don't think I had any real awareness of what was happening to my body.
The mouth on my cock was gripping tighter now, sliding up and down.  >From
somewhere I realised hands were feeding cum to my mouth, the others must
have been jerking off as they watched.  I no longer cared.  Everything was
building.  Somehow I managed to grab hold of the chain holding my arms
above my head and used it to stretch my body even further.  My balls were
stretched tighter than ever before and as the belt fell back and forth
across my chest, shoulders, stomach and arse the catch holding the strap on
my balls was suddenly released and I came!!!

'SHIT! YES! YES! OH MY GOD!'

I came and came; it seemed for ages, shot after shot after shot.  I'd never
cum so much before.  I thought I would never stop shooting. I almost passed
out.

When I started to recover my senses I discovered myself being held up under
the shower by several bodies with all straps and blindfolds removed and
carefully being washed down.

'Hope we can play gain some time,' one of the black or brown bodies
remarked.  I'm not sure which one.

'Not for a day or so,' I replied, to some laughter.


The End