Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 18:26:09 +0100
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Memories - 5 -[revised]

Memories by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter 5

That summer the brothers finally got their permanent resident permits and
it was decided that being a very warm moonlight night, we would visit to
our favourite picnic site as one way to celebrate. I knew by now they were
in telephone contact with at least two of the boys who.d used my body to
experiment on, and knowing it was vacation time I was expecting to see some
of them down there. I knew that whatever happened I would be in for a long
hard session and preferred it to be people I had met before rather than
complete strangers who I knew I.d be offered to if the boys didn.t turn
up. By now quite a few of the regulars were aware what would be likely to
happen when we turned up and I.d become used to seeing familiar faces in
the audience whenever I had a chance to look, which wasn.t very often.

We arrived just before mid-night and after changing sat in the car as
usual, coffee and a couple of reefers. We had in fact given up on the boys
and I had just been told to get out and walk up and down in front of the
other vehicles when a couple of cars turned in to the park at a greater
speed than was usual. We could see they were both full and even though I
never felt at risk when John and Paul were around we decided to stay put
for a while and see what developed.  After driving round a couple of times
they both reversed in a little way from us and after a couple of minutes
the occupants got out. They were a mixed crowd, a couple of older men
possibly late forties and the rest early twenties. I could make out a least
one coloured man in the group that were dressed generally in a mixture of
torn denims, sports shorts, T shirts or short sleeves, boots and
trainers. Just the sort of group I would generally think had left the pub
and probably looking for trouble.

I had in fact placed the key back into the ignition ready for a quick get
away when we recognised two of them as being from what by now we thought of
as our usual group. We had just recognised them when a motorbike pulled
into the site and everyone apart from the two cars that had just driven in
got back into their vehicles and again the brothers and I sat to see what
would happen. When the motor cyclists took off their helmets I recognised
them as the pair I.d met several times shortly before I.d met the brothers
and whilst I was explaining this to them the motor cyclists walked over to
the two cars that had had just driven in and started to talk to the
occupants. It soon seemed obvious that they were all knew each other.

As I quickly told the brothers, a couple of months previously, at the start
of what I.d call the real summer, when the evenings were comfortably warm
I.d got myself into a situation where I really only had myself to blame and
anyway, by the time I.d fully recovered a couple of days later, had to
accept that in fact I.d enjoyed it as much as any of the others. Even so,
if I.d realised at the start just how the night would finally turn out I.m
quite sure I would have run a mile, or in my case driven off as fast as
possible.

 I.d been down to the east coast on business and will admit that I.d
planned to look for a bit of fun on the way back. I was delayed but not
enough to change my plans and shortly before eleven p.m. pulled off the
road into a picnic site that was well secluded in the woods in order to
change for later and have a cup of coffee from the flask in the boot. As
mentioned before I was quite well organised and apart from carrying flasks
of coffee and a snack in the car had a bag in the boot that I called my
night bag. Being high summer and quite warm I carried an old pair of
trainers and white socks, tight blue silky sports shorts and a white
sleeveless T shirt. I don.t think I.m being vain to say that I looked good
dressed like that being just over five foot ten inches with fair, short cut
hair and a reasonable body as, though coming up to twenty five, I got quite
a bit of exercise taking my two dogs out for a run at least once a day.

I had quite a nice tan having spent most of the last couple of weeks
getting the garden in order where I wore as little as possible and had
noticed only that morning my hair had been bleached by the sun while my
skin was just a nice shade of bronze rather than brown.  Under the above I
was dressed somewhat differently as admittedly I hoped to strip off later
on. I had put padded straps on my ankles, wrists and upper arms that had
strong D rings embedded, also a chain round my neck. Under the shorts I
wore a leather jock strap with two straps up the back leaving my arse well
exposed. Also a leather cock and ball strap keeping everything nice and
tight and a chain behind that pulling my balls down and continuing
underneath to attach to a chain round my waist.

All in all I was feeling quite ready for some fun later on. As it was now
only just eleven and there were only a couple of other cars in the site I
decided to get out and allow my dogs to have a run while I sat at a nearby
picnic table to have my coffee and a cigarette. I had just called the dogs
back and had put them in the car in order to drive to another site I knew
off when a motor bike pulled into the site and I thought I.d hang on to see
what they looked like before I took myself off to an area I knew better,
also where by now I knew which vehicles were regular, like mine, and which
I should be careful about.

The motor bike pulled in between two of the cars and when the riders
removed their helmets to talk to the drivers I recognised them, having seen
them both around from time to time before but never having come into
contact with them, so to speak. I thought they both looked OK and walked
into the cottage where they followed shortly after and watched me
semi-strip off and give someone else a blow job. After that had finished
they told me to stay where I was whilst they both pulled out decent sized
cocks and wanked over me. The next couple of times we met up, again in the
cottage they had both made use of my mouth but finished off over my body
again. Then, only a few weeks ago, they had taken me off into the woods and
having made me strip right off had taken it in turns to hold me down while
the other fucked my arse.

When they.d had enough of that they told me to lick their boots and when I
refused pulled my hair and tits until I relented, after which they both
used my mouth and came over me as before, leaving me lying naked, dirty and
exhausted in the bracken. A couple of weeks ago they had come into the
cottage when I was lying on the floor while someone came over me and when
he had finished taken me outside without giving me time to put my shorts or
T shirt on. There were quite a few cars around that night and being nearly
a full moon the occupants could all see what was happening.

I was glad the cottage and car park were hidden in the woods and found that
not knowing what was to happen while still feeling reasonably safe because
of the audience, also the very fact of the audience was a hell of a turn
on. They marched me round to several of the cars, usually the people who
didn.t come into the cottage which told me they were as regular as myself,
and asked if anyone wanted their cocks sucked. There were two takers and in
each case they forced me to my knees in the open and held me while I had my
face fucked. In both cases they told the person fucking my face to cum over
my body. Then they made me lie face down in the middle of the car park and
one of them pulled of his belt and started to beat my arse. When I
protested and tried to get up I was pushed down again and one held my arms
outstretched and they got someone else to hold my legs while I was beaten.

 It hurt, but as I sort of enjoyed it as well and was almost sorry when
they stopped. Then I was hauled over to their bike and thrown over the
saddle to find one cock rammed in my arse and another in my mouth. I didn.t
know if I was coming or going and at some time shot my load without
realising it. They came at almost the same time and just pulled me off the
bike and dropped me on the ground. All they said was, "If you.re up to it
we.ll go further next time", and drove off leaving me there to recover. I
felt at least two others wank off over me before I recovered enough to pull
my shorts on and make my way back to my car where I wiped myself off with
my T shirt and drove home.

There was something about the whole session that left me feeling still
randy, even though I just cum and just thinking about it I got hard again
and turned round and returned to the site for another hour or so. Then,
only a few weeks ago, I had walked into the cottage to find them already
waiting. It was a really warm night and they both wore denim shorts,
leather boots and jackets. In both cases the jackets were open and I could
see leather and chain harnesses underneath. "Do you want to try and go a
little further?" I was asked and when I replied "Yes", was told not to
talk, just strip and pick up my clothes.

After I.d done so one of them clipped a dog chain to the chain round my
neck and led me out of the toilet. As before they led me across the centre
of the car park but this time it was just a preview as they pulled me into
the woods and close to a stream where they bound me to a tree.  It wasn.t
very wide but quite straight and strong so that after they used their belts
just under my arms and below my arse to strap me to the tree I was unable
to move. My wrists they also strapped together in front of the tree.

One of them came round the front and started to pinch and pull my tits,
when I moaned he said, "You.ll have something to moan about before we
finish tonight." The other found a branch and after pulling off the twigs
and bits commenced to beat my arse and back.  When I yelled he just beat
harder and the other worked more on my tits so I found it best to try and
keep my mouth closed. I couldn.t help moaning and groaning from time to
time which they seemed to accept as being normal. When my arse and back
felt red all over they untied me and forced me to kneel down where they
tied my wrists to my ankles. I noticed at this time, they had both removed
their jackets and shorts, also that we had an audience. They both wore
chain and leather cock straps rather like my own, also upper body harness
with studded biceps straps. They were somewhat better built than I
realised, mid twenties, around five foot ten with cocks well in proportion.

 One of them got behind me and holding my head in one hand by the hair
forced the fingers of the other into my mouth. Then he asked the audience
if anyone wanted their cocks licked and when several came forward made me
lick all their cocks, one by one. The other who had been idly switching my
tits from time to time now stood in front and without warning rammed his
cock in my mouth as hard as possible, I thought I would choke when he
shifted his position and started to rapidly fuck my face. I had no time to
protest or anything as I had enough trouble just getting breath each time
he pulled back. Just as I felt his cock start to throb and thought he would
cum when he pulled out and roughly throwing on the ground wanked over my
arse.  Then, before I.d really got my breath back the other got down and
wiping his friends cum over his cock stuck it straight up my arse and
fucked me stupid. When he had finished they just rolled me over on my back
and walked away for the others to wank over. In a way I was disappointed
things didn.t go on longer but have to admit I felt absolutely shattered.

Well, here they were again and obviously friendly with the other group.
After looking round our car was spotted and a couple of the lads I now
recognised walked over to our car and John told me to get out and kneel
down in front of the car while he talked to them. After a moment or two he
waved the others over and they stood at the back of the car talking and
looking over at me. I recognised one other face but had only seen the older
pair as audience before and hadn.t seen the other three young men,
including the coloured one, at all. I managed to hear enough to pick up the
fact that the young ones were all at college together and had met through
the local gay group there while a couple of our local lads knew the older
pair who had a house twenty minutes away to where it was suggested we move.

The motorcyclists who had now recognised me it turned out had moved into
the area the previous year. It was asked if I could be a present for the
coloured boy who had heard of our earlier games, as they were described,
and had been getting hard all term just thinking about it.  John and Paul
said that would be all right as long as the usual rules were applied and
with that I was told to get back in the car and follow the others without
dressing myself in any way. I am sure there must have been quite a few
disappointed viewers left behind that night. We drove off and as arranged I
followed the other cars and the bike, feeling very strange driving dressed
only in leather straps chains and a jock strap. After several turnings onto
more and more minor roads we drove into a long drive through woods and
pulled up in front of a fair sized house with floodlights that came on as
we drove up.

There were some dozen or so bikes and half a dozen cars. One of the
original boys came up and after I.d got out of the car Paul attached a lead
to the chain round my neck and handed control of me over to the
others. Generally I shall not try to write down who said what or who did
what as I must admit that it all started to blur somewhat from then on.  I
was given another reefer to smoke with words to the effect I would most
likely need it before the night was out and as I smoked it was led through
the house into the back garden. There were a couple of dozen men in total,
ages from late teens to fifties I would have said, dressed in a variety of
leather and denim, several in shorts and a couple dressed much as myself in
leather jocks with a few straps and chains.

Added to this group now were the crowd that had turned up with me so the
total people present were in the low thirties. I did notice that several of
them were coloured, but never found where they came from. I was introduced
in a general sort of way but never even discovered who the host was. I had
a couple, or admittedly rather more, quite strong drinks and was quite
ready when it was suggested that I allow myself to be tied to a set of
stakes in the form of and X that left me spread-eagled, with my cock and
balls resting on the V where the stakes crossed. I was to realise as the
night wore on that this had been designed to allow access to the largest
possible area of my body. Only then was I told my body was to be used as an
initiation for the coloured boy who had to show what he was capable after
being fucked each end himself.  I did think it rather unfair that I would
be fucked several times when he only had to take it once, but then again
that was why I.d come in the first place. I didn.t know what else was going
to happen to me though but guessed I wasn.t about to get away with just a
fucking.

For the next half-hour or so nothing much happened. I was felt over and
examined by most of the other guests present, nothing too drastic, just
some twisted tits and the odd finger up my arse with the occasional slap,
also fed a few drinks and a couple of reefers. Then as the alcohol started
to take effect on us all some of them started to get a little bolder. I
asked where the coloured boy was that I.d been supplied for and was told I
would be meeting up with him later after he had finished servicing the
leaders in private and that I was all the others had to enjoy themselves
with for the time being. And that is just what they proceeded to do. Over
the next hour or so I was fucked several times, in between being beaten
both front and back. Several of them had a pissing competition to see who
could piss up to my face with the winner having the next chance to fuck me
and I was beginning to think there would be nothing left of me for the
initiation when several more men came out of the house and said it was
time.

I was untied and led through the kitchen down to a cellar that had
obviously been re designed with this sort of scene in mind. Generally it
was dim lit with mini spots into the centre where a low table stood,
complete with straps and chains. Also chains hanging from the ceiling. That
was about all I had time to see as I was led into the light and after my
soaking leather jock was removed the straps round my ankles fastened to
rings in the floor. I thought my legs had been pulled too far apart to
retain my balance but my upper body harness was fastened to chains from
above and pulled up until I couldn.t have fallen at all if I.d wanted.  My
arms were then clipped together at the wrists and attached to another chain
and pulled above my head. Another elastic strap was attached to the strap
around my balls, then pulled down and fastened to the floor so that every
movement pulled down on my balls.

For a few minutes they stood around, smoking, drinking and talking before a
coloured lad I.d not really noticed before was given a push and came over
and started to feel me, quickly getting bolder as he squashed my balls and
twisted my tits whispering into my ear, "I.m going to fuck you so it hurts
before we.ve finished white boy and I.m going to enjoy doing it." Like I
said at the beginning, I could see that he was big, my god he was
big. There was just something about him that shouted size and energy. He
wasn.t a lot larger than my two friends, but whilst they had made use of
and abused my body on numerous occasions there was something about him that
just shouted size. He was jet black and whilst I.d always considered my
friends big being six foot or so well built and quite capable of
controlling me when not strapped down, somehow he dwarfed them, not much
taller but broader and black as night, making them seem almost pale in
comparison.

He was wearing a white breechclout but even so I could see he was in
proportion all over.  Somehow I just knew this was going to be a session I
would not get over in a hurry that is if I was able to get over it at
all. The session that followed continued until breakfast time and he made
good his promise. Another set of lighter weights were attached to the ring
I wore at the end of my cock. Then I was whipped and beaten all over with
special attention paid to my cock and arse. I started to lose track of what
happened from then on but felt myself let down and fastened to the table
where my legs were pulled apart and attached to ceiling chains. The
attachments to my body harness were fixed to a winch, which was used to
rack my body on the table, and then a cushion put under my head before it
was also strapped down. Then they really started.

The coloured boy rammed a cock up my arse that felt like a broom stick and
nearly came out of the top of my head and as he fucked me, trying, so it
felt, to rip me open.  He came almost at once but stayed inside while the
others were holding lighted candles over me seeing who could come closest
to my tits or my cock and balls. When they tired of that one by one they
got up on the table and took turns at my face. After some time the obvious
happened and I had to piss.  This didn.t faze the coloured boy at all, he
just said it would help the lubrication, and proceeded to demonstrate by
pulling out and pissing over me.

The next time I opened my eyes I could see several of the others standing
on the table above me and pissing over me while I felt the coloured boy
force another entry back up my arse. He really got off seeing me hurt and
abused and kept on telling them to hurt me more, stick a cock in my face or
whip my tits and chest. All the time either fucking me or working on my
cock and balls. The cock ring I wore was almost hidden as my cock got
harder and harder without relief and it was only the occasional piss that
allowed it to go down at all.

I never did come off that night and didn.t miss it either with all that was
going on. I have no idea how many times the coloured boy came inside me but
I was quite unable to service Paul and John for a couple of weeks
afterwards. When he had said he intended to hurt me he meant just that and
obviously took great enjoyment in doing so. My tits, cock and balls were
tender for almost the same period and though we visited the house several
times afterwards and even had a session with the coloured boy again it was
decided that, with some regret, it would never go that far again.

I was never told all about what did go on that night but the brothers
always paid attention if I said no., afterwards. In a way I think they were
impressed with the amount of punishment I took but as I said "It.s no good
using everything up in one night. It.s better to spread it over a period of
time, more fun that way." We did have fun out of doors and on and off still
do but have never gone quite over that course again. I don.t know if I
regret that or not but know that while I.m quite happy with the situation
we have now I wouldn.t have missed it for everything.