Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2023 10:49:25 +0000 From: Andrew Webster Subject: Uncle Roy's Cabin-3 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / incest / adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Uncle Roy's Cabin - Part 3 During the school holidays, Len and Roy took me into the countryside to meet a few of their like-minded friends. There were several cars parked outside the cabin when we arrived. Roy's car stopped outside the cabin's door as a big, burly man stepped out. He looked at me sternly. "Welcome, boy," he said. "Come in and meet the gang." I was completely naked as I stepped out of the car. All my clothes were in a holdall on the back seat. Len had ordered me to "get naked" as the car turned off the main road. We did pass a tractor some ten minutes later, but the driver didn't take much notice of us as we stopped to let him pass. "He's a real good fuck, Ken," Roy said, as he drove the car off to park it outside Jim's cabin. "He looks well trim," Ken said, as he offered me a drink. "Drink it down in one go, boy." I smiled and accepted the drink, which contained an aphrodisiac that would suppress my inhibitions and increase my sexual desire for a good few hours. "Now don't forget, sunshine," Len said, as he took the empty glass from me. "You do as you're told, all the time." I stood in the hallway and shivered. My cock was limp and my heart was pounding away like billy-o. I became light-headed as the aphrodisiac kicked in and the voices around me became deep and distant. Ken stepped forward and told me to close my eyes. I swayed as I did so, but someone on my left steadied me. A blindfold was placed over my eyes, and straps were fastened around my wrists and ankles. The wrist-straps were then fastened together behind my back. "Okay, boy," Ken said. "Just walk where you are led." Without ado, I was led into what must have been the living area. There were voices all around me as someone turned me around and around. "Nice find, Len," said someone on my left. "His arse looks mighty fuckable." "Kneel down, boy," Ken said, or someone that sounded like Ken. I was pushed down on my knees quite hard. I waited, wondering what would happen next. There was laughter and the sound of clothing being removed. My throat was dry, so I gulped as someone squeezed my arse. Someone stood in front of me. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close. I opened my mouth and swallowed his hardening stem. And as I did so, my nose disappeared into a thick mass of pubic hair. "Suck my cock, bitch," he said. "Take it all." His cock-head was touching the back of my throat, and his ball-sac was resting on my chin. Then, with two hands on my head, he began to power-fuck my mouth. His cock-head slammed hard against my throat as he increased the pressure and speed. He began to mutter and moan as he fucked my mouth. He then let out an animal-like roar as he pulled my head into his groin and released his load. The spunk literally spurted out of him as he held my head tight. Finally, after emptying his ball-sac into my mouth, he withdrew his cock and let me draw in a breath. "Open wide, boy," said another man. I stayed on my knees for quite a long time. I must have swallowed at least eight loads of seed. I was then stood up and led over to what must have been the sofa. My knees were sore and I was really tied; however, the aphrodisiac in my system kept me hard at it. I was bent over and greased up by two or three men. The first cock to fuck me hurt, but I was too zonked out to care. I kept begging for more cock as my inner sanctum was filled with spunk. I was well and truly fucked by lots of horny men that day. ~ ~ ~ Later, after being cleaned up in the bathroom, I found myself on the bed, between two naked men. My leather blindfold and straps were gone, so the three of us lay there completely naked. "We're thinking of taking you home with us, boy," said the man on my left. "Ain't that right, Ian?" "Yes," Ian replied. "Your minders won't be a problem for us. Doug and I have taken out tougher opposition." "We like beating the shit out of wusses like Len and Roy," Doug said. "In fact, we like beating the shit out of anyone that stands in our way." "No! I can't be whisked away, just like that," I said, sitting up. "I'm expected home. I'm studying for my exams." The two men laughed as they took hold of my hands and wrapped them around their semi-erect cocks. "We also chop people up, boy," Doug said, "and bury them out in the woods. So no one has ever refused to be 'whisked away' before." I was trembling with fear as the men 'encouraged' me to suck their cocks. In fact, I trembled all the way through the enforced threesome. They inserted their fingers in my arsehole; they squeezed my ball-sac real hard; they then tweaked my nipples and 'encouraged' me to beg for more. I was pushed and pulled in all directions as the men took full advantage of me. The threats of kidnap and violence were repeated as I was fucked by the two burly men. I remember laying on my back when Doug spread my legs and raised them up in the air. He placed them over my head and told Ian to "get stuck in". Ian inserted his thick cock into my hole and began fucking me like crazy. "Fuck him good, Ian," Doug said. "Make him sweat and tremble some more." Doug kept me doubled over while his friend humped my poor, sore arse. The two men then changed positions and put me through the wringer again. My legs hurt like billy-o when they were finally released. I tried to stand up, to get the blood flowing again, but that didn't work. The two men laughed as they watched me writhe around in pain. "He's got a touch of cramp, Doug," Ian said. "Yep," Doug said. "We shouldn't really laugh." Doug and Ian continued to laugh as they helped me out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. "You can't kick the shit out of everyone," I said, as I lay in the bath. "Ken's a really big man, and..." "Why would we want to hurt Ken?" Ian asked. "He's our friend." "But you said..." "That was role-play, numpty," Doug said. "We love scaring the shit out of new bum-boys." "Yes," Ian said. "Watching the fear in your eyes... What a turn-on!" Apparently, Doug and Ian were out of work actors. They had worked for a shopping channel on television, until someone called in to complain. The man had seen them in his favourite porn movie, so he blew the whistle. "You bastards!" I snapped. "You fuckin' bastards. I was looking forward to being kidnapped." We all laughed as Doug pushed my head underwater. ~ ~ ~ "Right," Ken said, "let's get him outside the cabin and hosed down, with ice-cold water, and get him ready for a sex-romp in the boathouse." After the hose down, I was hung upside down from a timber beam. I swung by my ankles as Ian ran a knife's blade over my genitals. Leather ankle-straps kept me hanging there safely, with no circulation problems. This allowed the men to take their bum-boy for a spin. "Please let me down!" I cried out. "I'll do whatever you want, I promise." "Cross your heart and hope to die?" Ken asked. "Yes!" I said. "I swear. I swear." "Okay," Ken said. "Let's get you down from there and put you to work." I gulped as Ken ran his hands over my belly. The four resident bum-boys stood side by side in the boathouse. They were completely naked of course, and had been unboxed by Grant, the owner of the boathouse and farm. The four coffin-like boxes had been stacked against a side wall, to keep them out of the way during filming. The bum-boys were locked in the boxes overnight, after their evening meal and hose down. The four bum-boys were all volunteers. They worked on the farm in the nude, and were only allowed to wear boots when out in the fields. Hard labour and hose downs, and one meal a day, kept them fit and submissive. Of course, Grant and Ken punished them with leather straps and whips every day, just to keep them focused on the jobs in hand. Other volunteers paid good money to work on the farm. They would spend a week, or a weekend, digging drainage ditches and hanging upside down in the boathouse, with glowing arse-cheeks. Thanks to Grant, I was getting a free holiday visit, so I would be out digging ditches after the 16mm film was complete. In the meantime, I was down on my knees sucking Boy #1's cock. I knew that when I had swallowed his seed, the slaves would take me on a tour of the farm, which backed onto the fishing lakes. I would be 'encouraged' to push a wheelbarrow, carrying one of the slaves, through a wood and into Lower Field. I would then be spread out on the grass and pegged down. Boy #1 liked to tickle a guest; Boy #2 liked to birch a guest; Boy #3 liked to use nettles on a guest's arse; and Boy #4 liked to fuck a guest's arse. Yes, I would be welcomed into the fold by all four slaves, whilst sunning myself on the grass, with a bright red arse. I would then be taken back to the boathouse for more fun. The slaves would tie me between two timber uprights and birch my backside, before fucking my brains out. Guest slaves always came back for more filming, and they always asked for another tour of the farm. However, I knew I wouldn't want to return to the farm again. So, I needed to make a quick decision: would Roy pay for my enforced stay at the farm, so that he could keep coming back for more and more fun? "Yes, he would," I thought. "Let's spit-roast him now," Boy #4 said. This position was truly awesome, and required me to be held between Boy #3 and Boy #4, some three feet off the floor. I was quickly impaled on Boy #4's cock. Boy #3's cock was now buried deep inside my mouth; so, with my hips and shoulders held by the two slaves, I was kept hovering in mid-air with my arms and legs tucked up beneath me. In clearly a well practiced move, the two slaves rotated me around a very tight axis, as if I was actually being spit-roasted. My arms and legs did get in the way from time to time, but this didn't interrupt the action in any significant way. Ken stood and watched me being humped in this way for several long minutes. He then turned his attention to the effect the show was having on those around him. Everyone was sporting a massive hard-on, so this show was going to be the precursor to a very long and horny gang-bang.