Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2008 02:55:18 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: The Garden, 7 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 Seven A voice from the side and I turned my head to glimpse the wheelchair just outside the throw of the spots. He said something and Peter stepped out of the pool, went over to a table and came back with a small box he opened on his Uncles lap, removing some items and carrying them back into the pool. The first I recognised as he thrust it up my backside, another cold metal butt plug, larger than the earlier one. It stretched my arse until my cheeks closed round the narrow end. It also had a large flange, this time with a couple of rubber straps he pulled round to the front and fastened just above my cock. Then he reached out to his Uncle and picked up a thin cable he ran out and I felt him somehow clip it in the plug. 'That is a electrical operated plug which Unc will operate for me so I can watch the effects. He tells me there are several programs he can use that I should enjoy. Even if you don't.' In his hand I could see a leather belt about two inches wide that he'd folded over and was slapping into his hand from time to time. His cock was standing stiff as a pole and poked at my stretched balls, as he stood close, looked into my eyes and said, 'Oh I'm going to enjoy this.' Standing closer he placed his hands either side of my head whilst putting his lips to mine, keeping his eyes wide open. I was quite prepared to kiss him deeply but when my tongue slid out it discovered his lips clamped tight and as he held my head tightly while looking into my eyes I felt a sharp shock up my arse, rapidly followed by another and another in a roll. As each died away it was replaced by I knew not what. My whole body responded as if in a fit and I could do nothing about it. It was like getting fucked, but different, better and worse. My whole stomach was being turned inside out and when the shocks finally stopped I just hung exhausted. All the time he'd not moved his face more than an inch, continually looking deep into my eyes. Then he pulled back slightly. 'That's got you nicely loosened up inside. You still OK?' Surprisingly I nodded in between a couple of gasps. 'That's good. Unc rang a friend whose standing just behind you now. We've played a couple of times but are too alike. He wants to hurt you and I want to watch. Any problems?' With that someone shoved poppers under my nose and in my gasping for breath I had no option but to inhale deeply. Good thing to as I sure need the help as without warning I felt a belt land heavily across my backside with enough force to swing my body forward. It couldn't get far as apart from Peter was standing just in front of me the harness seemed to hold me too strongly. 'Hell! This wont do,' came from a voice behind me. 'Is he up to hanging loose? Lets get him cleaned up anyway.' With that Peter stood away and moving too a corner lifted a small metal cover from the floor. At the same time the rubber pool I'd been standing bin was jerked from under my feet and turned on its side to be followed by a stream of, thankfully, warmish water washing my body, the pool and the floor down. I noticed it all ran away easily through the hole that must have been connected to the main drain. It wasn't long before Peter was standing before me again. 'Are you up to free-standing?' he asked. 'What do you mean?' 'Just your wrists fastened up, or better you just keep hold of that bar above your head.' Being mad I replied, 'Lets try it that way then.' As hands started removing the various straps and harness I went to turn my head in order to see my new assailant, only to receive a double slap across the face from Peter, 'No looking till we say so. Now reach up and grab hold.' I had just got my hands wrapped round the bar above me when my feet were kicked apart and a weight attached to the only strap left that went round my cock and separated my balls. That hurt but I had no time to complain before clamps were roughly attached to my nipples and poppers shoved under my nose. 'How hard can I whop him?' came the voice from behind. 'Lets just find out,' replied Peter as he grabbed my head with both hands and clasped my body tightly to his own. I couldn't help but gasp as this movement squashed the nipple clamps even more. 'Keep your eyes open or it will get worse,' he told me, clamping my head a couple of inches away from his own and looking straight into my eyes. 'Go for it. Make him yell.' Whoever it was didn't need to be told twice. The strap that fell across my arse was laid on with a force that made me almost scream but as I opened my mouth to inhale Peter crushed his own against it as the belt landed again and again. There must have been some signal arranged as the beating stopped the moment Peter pulled away and the gasp I took was again through a cloth soaked in poppers. My arse stung. More than that. I could feel the heat rising from it a a couple of hands stroked and kneaded it causing me to yelp. 'How about another half dozen. All over, back and chest?' asked the voice. I just nodded. Why I've no idea. I been in some crazy situations before but never as much as this. He'd not held back on my arse, that I could certainly feel. I was high on the poppers and endorphins from the abuse. Still. Any sensible person would have just let go of the bar but not me. I just grabbed hold tighter and hung my head. I only seemed to be peripherally aware as the poppers soaked cloth was strapped across my mouth and Peter stood away to one side. I started to breath in through the cloth but before my lungs had a chance to fill the belt landed across my back followed immediately with the back swing across my chest. I went to scream but had no air to do so with and could only gasp uncontrollably as the belt made two further passes leaving me hanging limply from the bar and sobbing and gasping without pause. The cloth was removed and a voice told me to 'let go,' and half held me up as I staggered, was led, to a thick black plastic covered table. 'I do hope you will be up to the finish,' that was Peter . 'My friend wants to rape you a couple of times before he goes and then there's still me.' I just lay back on the table with my eyes closed and my legs dangling over the edge. Right then I hadn't even the energy to open my mouth except to drag as much air as possible into my lungs. What on earth was he on about? Kissing Ice cubles bottle of beer up arse made to sit on toilet with no seat as he piss in face and mouth and shit on my cock and balls