Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 19:23:02 -0400
From: Chip Williams <chipperwilliams@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hidden Lake Society

NOTICE: The following is a story for entertainment purposes only. Any
resemblance with individuals is purely coincidental. It depicts acts of sex
and S&M between male adults. If this shocks you, please do not read on.

Hidden Lake Society
A Story by Chip Williams


As I do every Friday, I took off from work at noon. This was a marvelous
summer day, not too hot with a gentle breeze. I felt comfortable in my jeans
and white shirt on this sunny day (casual Friday at work). I was in the
middle of my fifteen-minute walk along the deserted road, back from work
when I saw the green van slow down near me.

The driver rolled down the window. I inched towards the curb to see what he
wanted, expecting that he was lost and would ask for directions. Two men
came from behind me, one put a canvas bag over my head and I felt some rope
being wrapped over the bag. I then felt my feet leave the ground. I was
being lifted by the two men and put in the back of the van, and the van
quickly took off.

My yelling seemed to get to them, a rope was wrapped around my head over the
canvas bag and with a piece of cloth that they forced into my mouth.  That
took care of that. I tried kicking, but my ankles were secured together as
well. I felt like a sausage. Unable to talk, Unable to move...

Who would do this? Why? I held an accountant's job for a small firm, not
married, couldn't be for ransom? Then what was it? The van ride seemed
eternal. We drove for a long time without turning or stopping, so I figured
we were on a freeway. Then we exited and stopped and turned several times
and proceeded to drive continuously on what seemed like a winding road. I
imagined we must have been in the countryside. We finally made a sharp turn
and slowed down until we finally stopped. The doors flew open and I could
hear other voices from outside the van.

"Did you get him?
-Yeah! No sweat! A bit feisty at first, but we gagged him and made sure his
bonds were secure and it was a smooth ride all the way here.
-Cool! Take him out! We're ready for him.
-Yes Sir!"

I felt 2 pairs of hands carrying me out of the van. These guys were
obviously strong, as I weighed in at 195 pounds, being 6 feet tall. Having
worked out a lot over the last year paid off... I could notice guys eyeing
me in the gym, at the pool and in the showers, of course, being tall, dark,
handsome, hairy and with the definition my pecs and abs now had, coupled
with my hairy and round butt, uncut dick, eraser nipples, receding
hairline, full beard, deep brown eyes and my devastating smile... it was to
be expected!

"Want a beer, before the game, Jim?
-Sure, bud!"

HEY! I knew that voice! Dave from the gym!!!!!!! He'd been trying to get in
my pants for months. I kept pushing him off, knowing he was only out to put
another notch on his bedpost! Now I knew the motive! I was kidnapped for
sex. Rumor had it at the gym that some underground gang at the gym abducted
guys and had their way sexually with them... "a weekend of fun" they called
it. I never heard any details, but I suddenly felt safe that I might not be
in harm's way... well at least, I was not in any serious danger.

The other guy was also from the gym. Jim was a handsome tall blonde, wavy
hair, green eyes, perfect teeth, scruffy beard most of the time, and the
most heavy and dark pelt on his chest I've ever seen on a blonde guy! He had
the handsomest treasure trail down the middle of his chiseled chest and
belly, going all the way to his pubes, well defined smooth bum, and an above
average sized dick... and despite its large size when soft, it wiggled so
much, it must have increased to gigantic size when hard. Some nice tight
balls under completed the perfect package, amidst the brown frizzy pubic
hair. His forearms turned me on big time: he had a thick line made from the
hair on them, running the entire length.

I was suddenly left on the ground, next to what seemed like a fence. I tried
moving, but my bonds were really secure, and where would I go? I couldn't
see and we had been driving for a long time.

"Okay! Let's take care of our new TOY!
-Yes Sir!"

I heard footsteps approach me from all sides. I had no idea how many they
were, but they were several. I felt the ropes being untied. The one in my
mouth going first. My jaw was stiff and sore from having the cloth and
canvas held tightly by the rope. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!" I
yelped as soon as the canvas sack was taken away, the mid-afternoon sun
blinding me. As soon as I had screamed, I felt a round rubbery thing being
shoved in my mouth and secured with a buckle behind my head. I had been
gagged. I protested, but my captors were too strong, and the only sound I
could make was with my nose... not very impressive.

I now knew whom my captors were: about 15 guys from the gym. Luckily, they
were all very handsome, built and hairy. Since I had heard about the
abductions, I had lain awake at night, fantasizing about being abducted by
them, of course, picking my favorites... Jim, Dave, Alan, Brian, Steve...
They were all there. I felt the heat invade my cheeks. I was terrified and
aroused at the same time. I'm sure my cheeks were bright red, and I could
hear my heartbeat inside my ears. I'm sure the blood rushed to my dick too,
as I heard "Hey! I think Chip is enjoying this, guys! I told you he was
nothing but a faggot slut!" said Dave in his gnarly voice to annoy me
further "Okay, prepare him".

Dave seemed to be in charge. Some referred to him as bud and others referred
to him as Sir. He stood tall at 6'3" and his football shape commanded
obedience. His dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows strong cheekbones and his
chiseled jaw gave him a dangerous look. He had nice full red lips, encased
in his very full and thick beard. Furry Bear would have best described him.

My eyes were getting used to the sunlight and I could see we were at some
deserted resort in the woods, the place was obviously run down, probably
from years of being abandoned, but at the same time it had a 'lived-in'
look and feel to it. These guys had obviously found this place and made it
their own by fixing it up somewhat. Jim and Steve took my arms and lifted
me from the ground and secured my wrists on the outside of the baseball
cage I was lain against.  I went from one method of confinement to the
next. Gawd! What were they planning for me?

Steve grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, popping every button at once,
some flying off, exposing my chest to the onlookers. Some whistled, "Hey!
Pretty boy!" " Don't feel like such a hotshot now, do you, BOY?" said Dave.
Steve took a switchblade from his back pocket and ripped the seems of the
shoulders of my shirt and yanked both sleeves off, exposing my fully
developed arms, armpits and hairy forearms, which were tied at the wrists
on either side of my head, slightly higher than my head.

Steve wasn't done with his switchblade. He proceeded to nick at my jeans in
various spots. He inserted his fingers in the holes and pulled forcefully
at the fabric, causing my jeans to slowly become a bunch of hanging pieces
of fabric, thus exposing my very hairy thighs and making me squirm every
time he used the blade, for fear he'd cut me.

"Leave the crotch area and the back pockets hanging from the waistline,
Steve, and dispose of the rest of the jeans, we won't be needing them.
-Sure thing bud."

Steve used the switch blade to fashion unusually short shorts. My ass was
uncovered, except for the two back pockets hanging on my hairy bum, the seam
from the middle ran down my asscrack to my crotch and in front, the crotch
area was left, forming a V in front covering my intimate parts. Not wearing
underwear made me very weary that he might slice my dick or my balls, but he
only cared about the fabric FOR NOW.

My ankles were also secured to the fence. A silky rope was used to secure my
torso also. It ran across my chest, below my bulging pecs and came up on
either side over my shoulders then back down to my waist, where it was run
into the belt straps of what was left of my jeans. I could not move. A job
was also done with my shirt, where only a few strands of fabric now flew in
the breeze over my torso.

I thought for sure that I was going to get it, but no, I was being ignored.
They started playing ball behind me, where I couldn't see. I felt the ball
hitting the baseball cage once in a while. I couldn't believe it, after all
this, I was left hanging there while they played baseball.

2 naked guys except for their dog collars and some sort of leather harness
preventing them from getting hard were running back and forth, bringing
beers and catering to the guys, being treated like furniture, getting the
occasional
slap on the fanny, or having a nipple pulled. The word SLAVE was written on
one of the guy's bum and chest in thick black marker, while the other had
the word DOG. They had very decent bodies, Slave having auburn hair a
goatee, hazel eyes, and a baby face, although being quite hairy for his
obvious young age... he could have been as young as 18.

Dog was a bit older, probably mid twenties and moderately hairy, but very
blonde with no facial hair. He must've done something that got Dave upset,
because Dave took him aside by the nipple ring and attached it to the
baseball cage with a small padlock at the end of a chain. Because of the
height of the chain, he was forced to kneel.

"I'll take care of you after the game," he snarled to the dog.

The game seemed to go on forever. What was with these people? Kidnapping me
from off the street, taking me out in the sticks and tying me there and then
for what? Totally ignoring me?

I knew that Dog would be taken care of after the game by Dave, but what
about me? Was I going to be left there to rot forever? Or was something
greater in the works?

"PEE BREAK!", Dave yelled. I could hear the guys running around, probably
going near trees to relieve themselves. I heard footsteps come closer from
all sides. I felt people behind me; some were coming around the fence
towards me. Oh! My fucking gawd! I was the fire hydrant to those mutts!!!
They all waited for Dave to take out his huge uncut tool and they all
followed suit from all sides. Dave ripped what was left of my shirt from my
back. Eight were in front of me. Dave, Steve, Brian and Alan from those I
knew were in front of me. I had never experienced watersports, except by
myself in the bathtub. I had fantasized about it for so long, but not this
way. Still the scene aroused me and it made me get hard. My uncut dick
poked out from what used to be my jeans.

Dave was the first one to pee on me, with a huge stream, aimed directly at
my crotch. I could see the look in his brown eyes, he wanted to own me, and
judging at the situation, he did. I could feel more streams flowing all over
my body, some reaching all the way up to my shoulder blades and my pecs. One
even hit my right armpit: It tickled and was nice and hot. The pungent smell
was raising to my nose. It made me nauseated and it aroused me at the same
time. I could see Dave's huge mantool had become bigger. He was obviously
getting a kick out of seeing me humiliated like this.

Steve was shorter than Dave and Jim, at around 5'10", pitch black hair,
light green eyes, mustache that continued down to his jaw line, more or less
cowboy type mustache, with broad shoulders. Being that he was the only one
without a shirt, I could glance freely at his nice pecs and the full sized
nipples rowning them. He seemed like a hunk who had worked out a lot in the
past, or was very athletic, but had put on some weight so his entire body
had a nice coat of fat with a small belly, what I'd call 'comfortable
looking'. He wasn't too hairy, having a light covering on his chest and an
intense patch in the shape of an inverted V from about 2 inches above his
navel down to his crotch area, thus enhancing his torso and escorting the
eye towards his crotch. His dick, out, peeing on my upper right thigh, was
average sized and cut, with a cute pinkish coloured head.

The four guys I didn't know that were in front of me, relieving themselves
on me were very handsome. Jeff looked like John Travolta in Michael and was
hung and uncut.  He had pulled his foreskin a bit to aim straight, showing a
bit of red cockhead. One was 6'2" tall, stocky build, blonde brown eyes with
a bushy mustache and average sized uncut dick. The other two were either
brothers or twins. They were 5'9" tall, weighed in at around 170 pounds,
light brown zero cropped hair with scruffy look, intelligent brown eyes,
curly hared arms.  What was strange, one was cut and the other was uncut,
both slightly above average size, which made me, question their kinship.

Brian was 5'8" with a strong muscular body. He had dirty blonde hair and
had sculptured sideburns and beard in the shape of a Z. He had perfect
teeth and delicious grayish blue eyes. He cropped his chest and belly hair
to about half- length, but since he was very hairy, you could still hardly
see the skin under there. He had a great body. One you'd see on a soap
opera star. Great set of nipples too. He had a tattoo of a raccoon on his
bumcheek. His dick was uncut with a compact ballsack and what looked to be
an average size length...  perfect for sucking on! His bum was also cropped
to half-length, otherwise, I think you probably could not see the raccoon!
I fantasized about having him sitting on my face while I rimmed him inside
out. He was the last one to pee, probably having a shy bladder and the
others made fun of him for that!

"Ha! You lose! You know what that means!"

My cock grew its full 7 inches and my peeslit was glistening with precum.
"Alan, take care of that, it's of no use to us", said Dave pointing at my
stiff dick, as it was now entirely out of the torn jeans and it bounced with
every single one of my heartbeats. What did he mean by that? I tried to
protest, but I was fully secured to the fence and only my nose could mutter
sounds.

Alan took out a little leather contraption, made of what looked like
several leather cockrings with snaps, attached to another leather strap. He
snapped the first ring tightly over my cock and balls like a cockring. He
made it really tight, making my erection even fuller, making my skin
retract and my now purplish head was shining in the sun with the precum my
retracting foreskin had spread. He snapped the second ring in position over
the base of my shaft near my balls.

He pulled my skin over my cockhead, covering it expertly. His hands were
warm and soft. I caught a glimpse of his light blue eyes, contrasting
against the auburn short hair on his head, his 3-day-old beard and the
myriad of freckles. He was about 6' tall with a swimmer's body, except he
didn't shave. Quite the contrary in fact: I remembered quite fondly from the
showers at the gym that he had a superb auburn treasure trail covering his
abs down to his bellybutton. His left nipple was pierced just like mine, but
his was a spear that ran into his nipple from top to bottom. He also had an
armband tattoo. His dick was average sized, but thick, and he seemed to had
been graced with extra amounts of thick skin, as his dick looked like it was
in a soft blanket, with an overhang of about an inch.

The third ring went at the base of my now safely covered cockhead. He then
wrapped the leather strap over my cockhead, imprisoning my dick and he
applied pressure to install the fourth ring over my cockhead, thus ensuring
that my dick was now confined to that length. The pressure deflated my dick
somewhat and he tightened the strap to shorten the size I could now reach.
He snapped the last ring between the second at the base of my cock and the
third at the base of my cockhead.

As my cock decreased in size from the added pressure, he re-attached every
ring to a tighter snap. I could now only get about 3 inches long and about
1-inch diameter. My now reduced cock and it's restraint were pushed back
inside the pee soaked jeans. I was happy that I had shaved my cock and balls
that morning, as hair would have certainly been caught in this contraption
and would have been painful. The feeling in the restraint wasn't so bad. It
was annoying and fun at the same time. I was also happy that I had put on my
contact lenses that morning, planning to perhaps go canoeing that weekend.
If I had my glasses they would have been removed, been very dirty or broken.
I would have missed seeing 8 cocks peeing at the same time.

While Alan was attaching the restraint on me, I hadn't noticed that Brian,
the last one to pee had been stripped naked by Steve and his dreadful
switchblade. It seemed that Steve didn't have any use for zippers and
buttons. I guess Alan would not need his clothes from here on in. Steve
took out a marker and proceeded to write 'SHY PISS BOY' across his chest
and on his bum. Brian was attached to the baseball cage next to me in the
same way. Derek had installed a cock restraint on him too. Brian did not
have a gag and offered no resistance. I guess it was part of a game they
played and conformed to.

The sight of Brian in his humiliating condition made my cock push against
the restraint and I could feel great discomfort from this predicament. Steve
came up to me, obviously guessing at my discomfort and stared into my eyes.
He groped my cock and balls and his light green eyes, which were almost shut
because of the sun shining in them, mesmerized me.

"Enjoying the sight, Pig Boy? Makes your cock want to break free seeing Shy
Piss Boy over there all naked like that, Pig Boy?", he said in a coarse
gravel voice. He pulled my nipple ring and I tried to cry out 'ouch' but
only a hum came from my nose instead. "Is that nipple connected to your
useless Pig Boy dick? Well it won't be of much use to you now, will it, Pig
Boy? You stink, Pig Boy!" He took his marker and wrote STINKY PIG BOY
across my belly. I could smell the sun from his body. He had obviously
spent the day tanning. He went back to the game.

I noticed that Dog was now free and was wearing latex briefs with a buttplug
attached to the inside. Jim had put him over his knees and spanked him hard
30 times and fitted him with the specially equipped briefs. He was now
running around with more beers along with Slave, serving the crowd that
seemed to be the Masters, or so I thought.

I needed to pee real bad. Since I was not the centre of attention during the
game and my loincloth was already soaked with manpiss, I decided to relieve
myself. Brian noticed and yelled at the others, "STINKY PIG BOY IS
PEEING HIS PANTS SIRS!" The game halted, so did my stream from being
stunned! The crowd gathered in front of me this time.

"Did I give you permission to pee, Stinky Pig Boy?", asked Dave. I tried to
reply, but "hmhmhmmm" was all that came out.

"Stinky Pig Boy wants to speak, Men, should we let him speak?
-yeah! Let's hear what the faggot has to say", replied Jim. Alan undid my
gag. I took a second to adjust my jaw and gulp the saliva in my mouth. I
didn't speak.

"Well Stinky Pig Boy, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?
-N n no, S S Sir!
-What? I can't hear you Stinky Pig Boy
-NO, SIR! I AM NOT DEAF, SIR!
-Better Stinky Pig Boy... NOW ANSWER THE GAWDDAMN QUESTION: Did I give you
permission to pee?
-NO, SIR!
-So why did you pee? There are consequences for being so blatantly
disobedient to Master Dave, Stinky Pig Boy!
-YES, SIR! (I knew I had better play along, who knows what those bozos were
capable of!)
"Remove him from the fence and bring his companion with him." Alan undid the
ropes that held me to the fence and Steve did the same with Brian, making
sure that our wrists and ankles were securely shackled. We were pushed
around towards the beach area. I kept silent, knowing it was best to do so
and I didn't want the gag back in my mouth, despite still having to pee real
bad and feeling greater and greater discomfort from the leather restraint on
my cock. I was too nervous to notice how beautiful the lake was, deep blue
contrasting against the plush green of the evergreen covered foothills
surrounding it and the lighter blue cloudless sky above.

We were each tied to the posts of the beach volleyball net. Slave and Dog
obviously having been drilled for this brought 2 huge iceboxes.

"You certainly took some time getting here", complained Jim at Slave and
Dog. Steve wrote my new name on my bum 'STINKY PIG BOY' with the black
marker to match the others. Jim went for the first icebox, taking out a beer
and chugging from it. The others followed suit.

"Slave, open the icebox", yelled Jim, and Slave opened the icebox. I
couldn't see very well because the lowering sun was in my eyes. Slave
handed what looked to be groceries to each of the guys. It was exactly
that: Groceries. The kind that are gooey or sticky or stinky or oily:
Vegetable oil, eggs, chocolate sauce, molasses, corn syrup, blueberry
sauce, shortening, all at various temperatures to enhance their properties.

Brian and I were handed 2 eggs each. "Okay BOYS! Crack them on your heads",
said Jim, obviously the guy in charge of this activity and second in command
of the entire deal. He had to be kidding! We were to degrade ourselves?
Fuck! Brian proceeded right away, cracking the first egg on his head. We had
enough slack from the shackles attached to the posts that we could do this
easily. I could see egg white and yolk running down his head into his face
and left shoulder and dripping down his cropped chest. I didn't want to wait
too long and get them upset so I slapped an egg against my head. Obviously
not hard enough, it didn't break, just hurt.

"Stinky Pig Boy's a sissy!", cried Dave tauntingly from behind me. He
grabbed my wrist and yelled in my ear, "Do I have to do it for you, Stinky
Pig Boy?
-NO, SIR! SORRY SIR!
-You learn fast! NOW GET CRACKIN' !"

I got it right the second time and didn't wait; I cracked the second one
before Brian did his. The eggs were freezing! I gasped when I felt the cold
in my scalp and felt the gooeyness drizzling down my face and dripping onto
my chest, shoulders and back. I could also feel the scratchiness of the
eggshell in my scalp, but I was wise enough that I wasn't going to remove
them and make a fuss over them.

Brian looked hot with the yellow and white goo in his dirty blonde hair. The
cold dripping goo sent shivers all over my body as it dripped onto my back.
Next up was the corn syrup. That was hot. Steve and Alan were each equipped
with a bottle and Alan proceeded to pour the entire bottle of syrup on my
chest and in my back, while Steve did the same to Brian. Now THAT feeling
was fun! Hot, sticky, gooey. Probably a problem to clean up, but I had no
clue when that was going to be, right? Molasses, also hot were poured by the
two twins, some on our face, some in our hair, some in our crotch, some on
our bums and the rest on our chests again. My cock was really pressing
against the leather restraint to no avail.

Jeff was assigned to me while the tall blonde guy with the bushy mustache
went to Brian with the chocolate and blueberry sauce. Those went into my
soaked jeans loincloth, but were freezing cold! The gooey-stickiness felt
great, but the cold was really intense. Dave took out the 5 gallon vegetable
oil canister and came to me and poured half over my head, splashing down all
over my body and did the same with Brian.

Jim applauded slowly, as he was displaying his satisfaction at the scene he
just created. Finally, he took out a canister with no label on it and came
to me, went behind me, dipped into it, and spread a fist full of peanut
butter in my asscrack, which cracked the guys up! He did the same to Brian.
I must say though the feeling and the look is slightly gross, I got a
chuckle out of seeing Brian's dismay, forgetting my own. The guys laughed at
us for a bit, throwing more food on us.

"Undo the shackles!", yelled Jim. Alan and Steve proceeded. "Now PIGS,
we've been talking about how this looks, and we're a bit
disappointed... not blended enough, we think. You two are going to rub
against each other until everything is nice and blended."

Now I must admit, THAT turned me on BIG TIME! Rubbing my body, filled with
all these textures, smells, experiencing different sensations from
different parts of my body, NOW I was going to rub against Brian whom I've
lusted after for all these months? Now I really cursed at my cock
restraint! We started slowly; we were shy.

"Come on PIGS, get to it!", yelled Jim. So we did. The mixed feeling of the
sticky, gooey, oily feels coupled with the half-length hair on Brian's
delightful body and his slime would have pushed me over the edge if my cock
hadn't been restrained. This was hot!!!

"Are they liking this too much, Men?
-Yeah, way too much
-Now roll in the mud over there."

We did and now were all slimy and covered with gritty mud and sand. That was
definitely not as sexy. But we were pigs, rolling in food and mud... we
played the part well.

"Okay back to your posts." Alan and Steve shackled us back in position. The
guys grabbed things from a nearby container. Waterballoons that had spent
the day out in the sun!

"Time to clean up the PIGS! Fire at will, Men!", yelled Jim. I didn't know
where to look; Waterballoons were coming from everywhere and hitting me from
all sides. The grit and grime slid down partially. The temperature was
pleasant, but the splashing of the airborne balloons on my skin hurt.

The MEN (as they were called) were really getting into this. I guess it's
normal when you put overgrown kids in the presence of waterballoons!

"Dog and Slave, finish the job and bring them to us", said Dave.
Dog and Slave unshackled us and took us into the lake. The water wasn't too
too cold, as the sun was setting. Dog and Slave had dishwashing liquid to
help them with their task. They were gentle, making sure that the sand from
the mud did not bruise our now overly abused skin. I made sure I peed in the
lake. I saw that Brian also stopped moving for a bit, so I imagine he did
too. They helped towel us dry. Both naked this time without a restraint for
our dicks.

We were now both very hard from our dicks being finally released. Brian's
"what looked to be an average size length penis" grew to well above average
at about 8 inches.

Slave still in his restraint and Dog in his latex pants escorted us back to
the lodge. We walked up the stairs and Slave and Dog opened the large doors
for us. No words were spoken. A large hall was in front of us and we were
taken to the first room to the right. Brian and myself were presented with
white togas to wear. We hurried and put them on.

Dog and Slave put some red ones on too. We were escorted to the connecting
room, which seemed to come straight out of an old roman film... a lavish
antique roman banquet hall, lined with roman lounge chairs. 2 more red toga
slaves were serving the Men wine. They were wearing navy blue togas with
gold lame accents. We were instructed to eat. Wine was offered to us. Since
Brian didn't utter a word, I thought best not to talk either... I was
ravenous!

The food was excellent. Obviously, these guys were more organized than what
met the eye. There was a small stage on the side and live strippers
performed. I was told they were the kitchen boys. Their reward for preparing
good food was to perform for the Men. Handsome hairy dancers. All around Dog
and Slave's ages.

I drank 2 glasses of wine and ate like a pig while watching the show. Steve
came to get Brian and me and took us through a corridor and rolled away a
cabinet, which was hiding a secret entrance to a stairwell. Steve went
first, urging us to follow him. We went down the twisted stairwell and
landed in a basement. He took a torch from the wall and lit it with a
lighter and took us towards the far corner of the cluttered basement to
another hidden stairwell carved in the ground. We went down, following Steve
and landed in a very narrow hallway. We made a left turn and came to an open
area. Two red toga-wearing boys were there, waiting for us in the torch lit
room.

Steve left us in the care of the two boys and left, heading still farther
along the hallway. The two boys instructed us to remove our white togas,
which we did. The looks of Brian's body with that thick coating of cropped
body hair in the fluttering light made me get hard right away. One boy came
to me while the other went to Brian. Delicately scented oil was rubbed
slowly all over our bodies, making the scene of our oiled up bodies in the
torchlight that much more arousing. We were fitted with a cockring with a
piece of twine hanging at the bottom and also with a smaller sticky cockring
that fit and locked over our foreskins, imprisoning our cockheads.  We were
then each presented with a stiff leather brief with a caged front and open
back which we put on in silence... we were instructed that the twine was to
hang out at the back.

Though the cage allowed our penises to fully grow, manipulating them would
have been virtually impossible. Two sets of fur lined leather gauntlets were
fitted over our wrists and they were attached to the sides of the briefs. 2
sets of fur lined leather shackles were attached to our ankles. We could
walk, but were limited in our range of movement.

Strong specially designed chains were placed on our chests: One end had a
nipple clamp for our right nipple, and the left side was equipped with a
clip that attached to my nipple ring and Brian's nipple sword. The clamp was
tight but bearable. Finally, leather dog collars were fastened to our necks
with a hanging dog leash. The food, the wash, the oil had not smudged the
names on our bodies. I still read 'STINKY PIG BOY' and Brian still read 'SHY
PISS BOY'. I wondered how long that was going to remain on my chest and bum.

We waited for a bit and Steve came to get us, he took us by the leashes
farther along the hallway into a succession of small rooms and we came in a
vast underground room. The room had a high ceiling and was lit with torches
all around the room. Everybody was waiting there for us. Two large glass
tables were set on either side with several chairs around each one. The Men
were dressed in jeans, and Jim said "Ah! Finally, we may begin!" Dave
stepped up in front.

"Men, Boys, Slaves, the game may begin. 2 tables are set for a game of strip
poker. The prize at each table is one of the two boys there: 'STINKY PIG
BOY' and 'SHY PISS BOY'. One winner per table. The loser of the game at each
table will draw a sentence from this vat. Install the prizes!" Steve took me
to one table and Alan took Brian at the other table. I hadn't noticed that
underneath each table was a platform, where we were placed and fastened from
our briefs, shackles and leashes, thus anchoring us to the platform of the
table under the glass top. The Men would play above us, watching our bodies
'The prize' as they played.

"I'm playing at 'STINKY PIG BOY's table", said Dave, who had obviously
arranged my abduction. Jim sat at Brian's table.

I could feel hands and feet touch my body, some pinching, some stroking,
some caressing, some tickling. I remembered the gag, so I remained as silent
as possible, letting out an occasional squeak when I was tickled or pinched.
One pulled on the chain attached to my nipples. That hurt. Again, I only let
out a small ouch. And once in a while, one would pull the twine attached to
my cockring. The cards were dealt. I could see the Slaves serving beer to
the Men. Seven at each table.

Alan, Jeff and the twins were seated at this table with Dave and two other
men. One was 6' tall, at least 220 pounds, stocky football player type, with
hair slipping out from his collar, which fell all the way to his nose, as
his beard and chest hair met in a continuous flow. His hair was blonde on
his head, which was army length, but dark brown on his face. He had hazel
eyes. The last one was 6'1" tall, around 210 pounds; broad shoulders and was
obviously into bodybuilding. He had gray eyes and was sporting a goatee. His
hair was strawberry blonde. All the guys were in their thirties, except for
the slaves who were obviously much younger. Dave was the oldest one at 42.

Rules were simple: Loser of the hand loses a piece of clothing which the
guy to the right 'helps' you remove. Steve had his switchblade ready for
the chore. Even with the Men, he had no use for zippers or buttons. I had a
front row 'seat' to the Men removing their clothing.

Alan was the first to lose and removed his t-shirt. I got hard immediately
watching his torso covered with that auburn pelt and that treasure trail
down the middle of his belly. I was hoping he'd win me. But he wasn't off
to a good start, losing the next hand again.

"Not so fast this time, Alan, I'll remove your next piece of clothing", said
Dave. Alan had gone too fast with his t-shirt and Dave didn't get to help.
They both stood up, and Dave undid the button from Alan's jeans. He pushed
them to the ground and made Alan sit down to take them off completely.
Alan's thighs were muscular and I could see the familiar bulge in his
briefs, showing the thick blob of uncut skin at the tip of his dick.

Game continued with the Men stripping, one at a time, one piece of clothing
at a time. They were rubbing their now naked legs and feet on my body under
the table. They could see that I was enjoying this, as my cock was hard in
its cage. I got the occasional nipple chain pull and twine tug from the Men.
First one naked was Dave. Steve, sitting next to him slashed his briefs
slowly, revealing glimpses of his crotch and bum. He then slashed the seam
under him, making Dave look like he was wearing a very short skirt. Finally,
Steve slashed the side band and Dave was completely naked. That meant he had
lost and would draw a sentence from the Vat. I was really happy he didn't
win.

More so that he had lost. He seemed to enjoy being naked in front of the
Men, as his huge uncut manmeat grew to full size!

The men got naked one by one, displaying their naked hairy bodies. It was
down to the final two: Alan, wearing only his briefs, who I hoped would win,
and Jeff, who still had briefs and a shirt. Being a chest man, I would have
much preferred he would have taken off the shirt rather than the jeans. But
as he proceeded to do so, Alan, seated next to him decided his jeans were
coming off first. Alan won the hand and he removed Jeff's briefs, showing
his uncut dick and hairy bum. Final hand! It seemed to drag on forever. Alan
had 3 kings and JTMan had 2 pairs. The shirt went off, revealing the thick
pelt covering his muscular and slightly chubby chest. It WAS a sight! He had
the thickest and longest fur I had seen. His treasure highway ran all the
way from his midchest to his pubes. It must've been 2 inches wide and
described a kind of swervey path. I was ecstatic. Alan had won me.

I was unhinged from the table and made to kneel next to my owner, Alan, as a
sign of respect and obedience for my Master. Brian was kneeling next to Jim
who was still fully dressed. Dog and Slave brought the sentence vat for Dave
and this handsome naked Man from the other table: He was very hairy too,
5'9" tall, average body, broad shoulders, sported a beard. His bum and
crotch area were especially hairy. His dick was nice and long and uncut. He
drew his sentence first and was made to read it aloud.

"You are to masturbate in front of everyone, making yourself desirable to
the others and your holes will be used by anyone who wishes it for the
entire night."

Everyone sat down to watch him, except for Brian and myself who remained
kneeling. He slithered across the room onto one of the glass tables, at
first sitting on the edge and fondling his nipples and gently massaging his
balls. Then he grabbed on his dick and started to stroke it while
continuing to fondle his nipples.

"Yeah slut! - Woohoo faggot!" cried the guys in delight of seeing their
buddy humiliatingly display himself this way. He was obviously very aroused
and started moaning and breathing hard. He pinched his nipples more
violently and let out a yelp as he shot a huge load on his belly and his
crotch. The Men approved by applauding.

It was now Dave's much anticipated turn to draw a sentence from the vat. He
walked assuredly, almost defiantly towards the vat, making a thump at every
step. His huge uncut cock wiggled as the massive football player type bear
made each step. I was hoping for something demeaning. He put his hand in the
vat, and picked a sheet of paper out.

"Fuck no! - Read it faggot - Yeah, read it good for nothing sissy!" He was
obviously troubled from the sentence. For sure, he didn't plan on things
turning on him this way! Jim grabbed his sentence and read it.

"You are to have Dog and Slave shave your entire body from the neck down
while the others look at you. You will then place yourself on a table and
you will be the centerpiece for the evening buffet. The Men will be allowed
to re-arrange the food as they see fit around and ON you. Your holes are to
be used by the other slaves, as you are not worthy of having a Man enter
them. You are at the lowest step of the scale and your name will now be,
'Slug', befitting a slave of slaves. This status is permanent within the
secret society."

The Men went wild. I tried to hold my enthusiasm. Getting to watch him cut
down to size, humiliated in this grand way and watching that huge hairy
bear body totally shaved made me get hard in my little cage. I could see,
being at that height, that the other men were equally aroused by this!

Jim turned to face everyone, "Men, before carrying out the sentence, a few
words need to be addressed here on behalf of the secret society we
represent. In a few moments, we will be without a Master of the society, as
our Master and founder of the society has been declared unfit to rule,
based on his own rules. A secret ballot will occur tomorrow where all the
Men will decide on a new Master. Thank you for founding the society, Dave,
and I hope you find fulfillment in your new role. As for myself, I am glad
of this luck of the draw. Your tyranny was well suited for a Master, but
should have applied to the slaves and boys only. By this time tomorrow, we
will know who is our new Master and I hope that he will had learned from
the previous Master's mistakes, making him a better and grander
Master. Nominations are to be announced by interested parties at 1 p.m.
tomorrow. Dog, Slave, carry out the sentence!"

The party moved to the adjoining room. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a
full-fledged dungeon. St. Andrew's crosses, slings, cages, cells, and a
complete array of torture devices were hanging all over this huge room.
There was a shower area, like showers we have at the gym, where 5 men can
shower at the same time. There was a slam-dunk glass tank. They took Dave
(now Slug) to a St. Andrew's cross which was on a platform on wheels so it
could be moved around.

They secured Dave to it with ropes. They took the cross to the shower area.
They used a clipper to remove the long hairs all over his body, chest,
belly, back, bum, things, legs and arms, and finally his crotch. The
transformation was phenomenal. Going from Daddy Bear type to boy type. The
bulk of the hair was removed from the floor, and Dog pulled out a garden
hose from the shower wall, tested the temperature and proceeded to wet the
now cropped Dave.

Despite knowing the rules, Dave was yelling. Steve placed a gag on Dave's
mouth and Dog and Slave continued with the job at hand. A new pack of razors
was opened and shaving cream was applied to Dave's legs and thighs.

They shaved his legs, thighs and arms, then turned him around and shaved his
back and his bum. His asscrack was now filled with shaving cream.

"How does it feel, Grub Boy?
- Not Grub, Slug!".

And the Men laughed at Dave's predicament, who was moaning in disbelief.
They shaved the asscrack, pulling the massive buttocks apart to reach the
puckered manhole and shave its smooth. His backside was rinsed and toweled
dry. Steve marked the smooth bum with the inscription 'SLUG'.

Dave was turned around. His armpits were next on the agenda. A generous
amount of shaving cream was applied and rubbed in with the hair. He squirmed
a bit. Dog and Slave each took a side and smoothed that area out. Dave's
massive chest was covered with shaving cream and Dog and Slave were enjoying
rubbing it, probably for the first time. This time, they went one at a time;
each assigned to their own side, so that a clear view of this very
impressive sight could be enjoyed by the Men. They each had their own
technique, but the end result was one and the same: Dave was becoming
smooth. They circled the nipple area, and the bellybutton, almost lovingly.
He was rinsed and toweled off, having only the cropped hair on his crotch
remaining. Steve went up again and wrote "SLUG" across his chest.

Dave had been hard the whole time and his cock and balls and crotch would
now be rid of all hairiness. The lather was applied to the crotch, cock and
balls. Dave was in obvious discomfort from having blades so close to his
manhood. The pubes went first, then his balls were pulled and poked and
twisted to enable the blade to shave the unwanted hairs. And finally, his
cock was shaved smooth, rinsed and toweled dry.

Alan left my side and took a leather cock restraint and applied it to Dave's
dick. Not an easy task, considering the large size of the monster to be
restrained. We could hear the snaps as each ring was secured, and tightened.
When Alan came back to my side, Dave's dick was but a shadow of his former
self, as was Dave, now known as 'Slug'.

Applause and cheers invaded the dungeon at the sight of 'Slug', slave to
slaves. It was time for the other fun to begin: Men paired together, some
lining up to 'pay respect' to Man who had lost at Brian's table. Alan
grabbed my leash and took me to the hot tub. He undid my nipple chain,
leather brief, collar and shackles and took me with him in the hot tub. Slug
was being totally ignored by everyone there, including the slaves, as their
holes were requisitioned by some of the Men. Jim had taken Brian to a sling
and started fucking his face,
hitting on his chest.

Alan got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub and signaled me to start
sucking his dick, which I did willingly! I chewed on his extra foreskin,
inserting my tongue deep inside the manskin, while massaging his perineum,
the sensitive area between his balls and anus. Alan moaned in delight. He
grabbed my head and forced me to go all the way down on his dick, which
luckily for me was just the right size so that I could take it all in
without gagging on it.

The smell of his auburn manbush was inebriating. I could feel his balls
churn inside his sack. My free hand was used to massage his chest and I
found out that like me, his nipples were directly connected to his dick. He
moaned in sheer delight. He then made me stop.

There were naked bodies all over, on St. Andrews Crosses, in slings; holes
were being plugged, plowed and rimmed, dicks and nipples were being sucked,
pulled, fondled. I could see Brian's ass up in the air. Jim had trussed him
up on a padded workhorse and was paddling him hard. Brian's ass was red and
swollen from the paddle. The loser at the other table was on the platform of
the slam-dunk tank. Steve and the twins and two others were lined up to dunk
him. The tank was filled with Club Soda, so being dunk meant that you felt
like your entire body was pricked by miniature thorns, the sensitive parts
of his body experiencing this feeling ten fold. They dunk him over and over
again.

Alan sat on a chair and made me crouch over his lap. He wanted to spank me
like a baby.

"You're not allowed to yell or cry. You will count the spanks until you
reach 30. If you yell or cry, I start back at zero. Understood?
- YES, SIR!"

I clenched my buttocks in apprehension of the first blow. "Unclench your
buttocks. You need to feel this fully. In fact, raise your bum." So that I
maintained that position, his non-spanking hand reached under and held my
cock and balls. "If you clench your bum, I squeeze!" I had been spanked
before. I enjoyed it, but I didn't know what force would be used on me...
and 30 with possibility of more if I make the mistake of yelling or crying,
seemed like
a lot to me. The first blow arrived; it stung.

"What?
- ONE, SIR!
- That's better
- TWO, SIR, THREE, SIR, FOUR, SIR"

I thought my ass would get used to the pain and it would get better with the
blows, but Alan increased the force applied and it hurt even more. I was so
proud of myself. I had made it to twenty-five. He made me stand up and took
me to a St. Andrew's cross and I thought I'd faint when he handed me my jean
loin cloth from the afternoon, still damp from the men's pee. The fermented
pee smell nearly made me gag.

"Put these on." While I did so, he took a paddle from the wall. He chose one
with holes in it. I knew that paddling was much more intense than spanking,
especially with a paddle with holes, coupled with the fact that I was
wearing cloth on my bum and to top it off, it was wet! He secured my wrists
and ankles.

"Okay, same deal... you start at 26. If you yell or cry, you start back at
zero. I strongly suggest you refrain for crying or yelling, boy!
- Yes Sir!"

The first blow nearly took all the air from my lungs. I couldn't breathe.
"Twenty-six, Sir!", I whispered.
"Louder!
- TWENTY-SIX, SIR!
- Ha! Better boy!
- T-TWENTY-SEVEN, SIR! TWENTY EI-EIGHT, SIR!
- Two more, Boy,
- Say it loud and clear and no stuttering!
- YES, SIR! TWENTY-NINE, SIR! THIRTY, SIR!
- And this is for stuttering, Boy!
- Thank you SIR!
- Good boy! Because you've been a good boy, you get a special treat!
- Yes, Sir! Anything Sir!
- Remove that", as he pointed to the loincloth.

He took me to a sling and threw me on it. Once again, securing my ankles and
wrists. He moved towards my head, presenting his dick. I knew what to do!
And proceeded to suck on it lovingly! I really loved the feeling of his fat
fleshy skin on his dick and the extra foreskin at the end. Maybe we could
dock sometime, if I was ever so lucky as to be with him again. I always
craved docking with another uncut guy, but you need lots of skin and it
needs to be elastic to fully accomplish docking. I sucked on the man meat,
while he fondled my nipples. One of his fingers slipped inside my nipple
ring and moving rapidly from left to right. My dick was leaking precum like
crazy at this point.

He then moved to my other hole. He spat in it to lube it up and started
plowing me, gently at first, in half strokes, and then full strokes and
rapidly. He lasted long. He was taking me to 7th heaven. He started beating
my meat and rubbing the hair on my belly. I could see his chest and belly
with that auburn hair now all wet from sweat, making it stick in small
curls onto his torso. I hadn't noticed until then how young his face
looked. He didn't have any wrinkles. As he was approaching climax, his
light blue eyes got almost wolf-like as they went almost white. I couldn't
hold my manjuice any longer at this sight and shot a huge load that went
over and on my face as well as on my chest. He climaxed at the same time
and I could feel the stream of hot man juice inside me. He collapsed on my
hairy chest.

I was in heaven! I couldn't remember a man having me and making me feel so
wonderful!


- To be continued -


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