Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2007 01:59:07 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Dangerous Enjoyment - 1 A story by Anthony Thomas containing descriptions of extreme gay sex between males. Watersports and S&M included. If likely to be offended by such content, or under the ages of consent then please go away. Otherwise, hopefully enjoy. Author may be contacted at antomuk@hotmail.com Other efforts under 'Authors' on Nifty Archive. Have you ever done anything stupid when you knew full well it was stupid, and dangerous, but still you continued. I thought that to myself whilst walking away from the lights toward the trees and removing my clothes as instructed until the only obvious apparel were some leather straps and a pair of very short, tight, running shorts. Just after I reached the trees I sat on the picnic bench as instructed removed my trainers, placing them in the bag containing my other clothes then climbed onto the table and carefully lay face down squashing my already tied and tortured cock and balls on the planks. It had all started a couple of hours ago and my bladder was well aware of that fact. Well, this session had started earlier that morning but really everything had been building to this since the winter -- only I'd been unaware of that fact. I'd been cruising the internet for on-line sex a couple of years, when ever I'd not managed to score from the pub and it was too cold to try the parks. I don't think it was my looks that kept my conquests down, more that I was fussy who I had what I called normal sex with and seldom met anyone who was happy to cater to my other side. 'Don't move.' The voice came out of the dark and if the words had not been accompanied by a pair of heavy hand on my shoulders I would have sprung up. As it was I nearly shit my self and felt my bladder leak even through the strap across my cock. 'I hope you're ready. Really ready. My boy and I will turn your wildest fantasies into reality tonight, maybe a bit more.' As a bottle of poppers appeared under my nose he continued, 'Just remember. You can stop us any time but that will probably finish our online sessions as well. Do you want to continue?' My reply of 'Yes Sir,' was my next mistake 'though I hadn't realised it yet.. All this time my head had remained face down at one end of the picnic table as I'd previously been instructed and as one pair of hands roughly grabbed my armpits and pulled my body forward so my head dropped of the edge where it was griped tightly between a powerful pair of thighs, at the same time another pair pulled on my ankles, down and slightly apart leaving me unable to move. A third pair were moving over my arse, fondling my cheeks through the tin material, feeling the straps and pressing the butt plug stuck up my arse. As it got through to me there were more than the two people I'd agreed to meet I started to struggle somewhat. The thighs round my head gripped tighter and the hands on my ankles pulled harder as I smelt the poppers under my nose and couldn't help but take a deep sniff. 'Don't struggle boy. Like I told you we were having a small private party tonight and as meeting you has interrupted that it's only fair that we all came.' The poppers were still there and I inhaled deeply. OK, he'd had me perform for his guests at least once on line and I had agreed it was time to take things to another level. But what level? While I felt the straps on my wrists and ankles being attached somehow to the table legs and at least two pairs of hands were moving over my body, clenching my arse cheeks harder and pushing at the plug up my arse I took a moment to consider how I'd got myself into this position. I'd realised a couple of years back my sexual interests could go somewhat further than my usual partners were interested in. It was then I started to browse some of the more dubious sites on the net, finally settling on one that catered to a wide range of more extreme practices and included chat and mail lists as well as its own web chat. I'd been in contact via mail with quite a number of people before I finally took the plunge and set up my web cam. Being reasonably young and not bad looking I soon found myself with a load of contacts that were not interested in much more that getting themselves off but managed to end up with some half dozen contacts who seemed to enjoy bringing me out, expanding my horizons and at times putting on a show themselves. I had lately turned twenty-one, was slightly under six foot, thin but reasonable body from cycling to and from work and swimming at weekends, cropped fair hair and blue eyes. I also discovered in myself a tendency to follow instructions or suggestions from a couple of them and found I could enjoy putting on a show myself when the mood was right. That was how tonight had started. I'd actually scored down the pub and we'd ended up around midnight in the park. To cut a long story short he filled my mouth almost as soon as my lips got round his cock and seemed to loose interest after that. I gave up and returned home, gathered some toys, put my plastic sheet on the floor and logged on. It was a humid night, the weekend was starting, I was randy as hell and quite prepared to make a night of it. At first I thought there were none of my regular UK contacts on-line and that I'd have to find someone to play with I didn't know. Just after I threw my cam wide open I got a message. 'Hello Boy,' I couldn't see anyone on line who knew me as Boy. 'You won't recognise my profile. This is "a name I knew", visiting some friends for a private party. Do you want to play? Regret no cam this end.' Of course I wanted to play and adding my earlier alcohol intake together with my erect cock and bottle of poppers beside me plus knowing who was chatting was not concerned about lack of cam. It didn't take him long to get me putting on a show. He knew what I'd enjoy and what I had to hand and shortly I was striped with straps at my wrists and ankles, also round my cock and balls. A sizeable plug up my arse fastened to the strap round my balls pulling them between my legs and my bladder was refilling after its first release over my chest. 'Are your bowels full?' came the question as I was attaching some pegs to my nipples. 'Think so,' was my reply. 'My host thinks from our conversation you may live in XYZ. Is that so?' 'Yes.' Do you know Green Park? The tree area by the old cottages?' 'Yes.' 'How about meeting up there and taking this to the next level rather than having to abuse yourself?' Like I said before, I was stupid. My excuse of alcohol, poppers, being randy, frustrated, humid night, sort of knowing who I was chatting to, all of that. I still knew it was stupid, not to mention possibly dangerous and I still agreed to meet in half an hour. He told me not to change. Just to put some old loose clothes over myself. I could release the connection between my balls and the butt plug but pull a belt across my cock so it wouldn't leak any more. In ten minutes I'd done as told and was on my bike heading for the park. Upon arrival I locked my bike up outside and walking in started to remove my clothes whilst making my way over to the darker area where the old cottage, [rest room], was surrounded with trees and bushes. There was little to remove. Old shell suit, top and bottom, once removed left me in those tight running shorts. Walking was a little difficult with the plug up my arse and my strapped cock getting painful as my bladder filled again. It was even more painful now. The strap and being jammed against the picnic table top made any release almost impossible. I realised I'd been groaning without being aware of the fact. A voice said, 'I thing he's ready.' I smelt the poppers under my nose and inhaled. 'He's dry. You can't beat a dry arse.' I wasn't dry for long. It seemed at once that first one and then two hot acrid streams were playing over my body, my back and my semi clothed arse. I would have known what they were even if I couldn't have smelt them. I could feel the piss rolling off my back and round my neck as it lay over the table edge. The other stream was playing at my shorts, soaking them quickly and running down the crack and over my cock and balls. 'Close your eyes,' and the thighs holding my head were released and a hand placed what I realised were swim goggles over my eyes. 'Now hold your head up.' My face and hair were covered in the continuing hot stream which then played into my open mouth for a moment. I still couldn't really see who was in front of me, just a pair of thighs, but what a pair. They were massive, twice the size of mine and all taut flesh, no fat or flab. As he moved back to allow his piss stream to play over the top of my head I could see his equipment seemed to be in proportion. Massive. Cut and shaved like mine but I'd never get that ball sac in my mouth or the cock either I thought. It had to be eight or nine inches long and several inches round. However, I had little time to consider his size. A hand pulled the waist band of my shorts down slightly and wrenched the butt plug out, quickly pulling the wet pants back up. Then, before I really had time to complain I felt a belt land across my arse. Once, twice, three times in quick succession. It wasn't laid across me that hard but it stung and I wasn't prepared as I would have been if attempting to inflicting pain on myself. I yelped at each whack. That was soon taken care of. The filthy plug that had been up my arse for almost an hour appeared in front of my face accompanied by the poppers and as I inhaled again was forced into my mouth as a gag. It stank of shit and my tongue could feel and taste the contents of my arse that had stuck to its sides. That did it. The taste and smell sent me over. My bowels voided with a gush mixed with wind and piss. Most of my piss however was trapped by the strap across my squashed cock leaving me really in pain as it tried to seep out whilst the the contents of my arse were trapped inside my shorts.