Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2018 14:07:37 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Forest Bound - Part 1

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Forest Bound - Part 1

As I drove along the A31, heading east from Ringwood, all I could think of
was getting to my holiday cottage. This was going to be a great time away
from St Leonards and work. Ten wonderful days of biking, with no one to
hassle me, and no paper work. To me, this was the best time of the year in
the New Forest: very few people, and the weather was cool in the
autumn. Boy, was I looking forward to this break.

I grabbed my bike on Saturday morning and headed for the New Forest, and
miles and miles of country roads to explore. The skies were a bit overcast,
and it did look like it was going to rain, but I just wanted to give it
hell on the open road.

Being a 22-year-old office worker from St Leonards, with a boring job and a
liking for beefy men in leather, biking was the ideal pastime for
me. Unfortunately, at 5'6' and 12st., I was not suited to riding the big
bikes, so I stuck with my nifty dirt bike.

I was biking for most of the morning and felt it was time for lunch, and
maybe a nap. I came across the perfect place to stop: a small pond with a
stream at one end. I had not seen a soul for almost two hours, so that was
nice. I walked the bike along the path to the pond, spread out my blanket
and had lunch.

After lunch, as I drove along narrow country lanes, the rain began to come
down. The lanes got slippery real fast. Now dirt bikes are great, but after
about an hour or so of these slippery conditions, I had to get off my bike;
and with three hours of biking ahead of me, I wasn't sure I could make it
to the cottage before dark.

My legs were beat as I walked the bike along the wet and muddy lane. I then
heard a noise in the distance and turn to see a Fiat Ducato coming along
the lane. The large van pulled up alongside me and stopped.

'Hey, mate,' said a man in his early 40s. 'You need a lift out of this
muddy shit hole?'

'I sure do,' I said, with a smile on my face. 'Where you heading?'

'Toss your bike in the back and climb in,' said the driver. 'We can talk on
the way.'

'There's a couple of dogs in the back,' said the man sitting next to the
driver, 'so be careful where you put that bike.'

There I was, one wet and muddy biker. I climbed into the back of the crew
cab, where the van's other two passengers sat. Well, it was a large
construction van, but a tight fit sitting next to these two beefy men. All
four of the men were well over 6'0', and in the 17st. range. They were four
big bears coming out of the forest, so I was well and truly happy for the
lift at that point.

It seemed that Ian, the driver, owned a holiday cottage not too many miles
from my cottage. His cottage had a satellite dish, so he invited me over to
watch some football, now that the weather had put an end to my biking, with
him and his mates.

Ian was from Bath, so was Dave. Frank and Tom, the two men sitting in the
back with me, were really into fishing. The four men had become good
friends over the years. They fished as a team, and drank lots of beer.

Ian's cottage was twice the size of mine, and sure had the touch of men
about it. There was a large TV, a nice bar, and lot of leather chairs. The
cottage was at the end of a dead-end lane, and its garden bordered a
fast-flowing stream.

Dave and Ian had been at the cottage for a week, and planned to stay until
the next weekend. Frank and Tom arrived that morning, and planned to go
home in two weeks time.

Frank took the dogs out of the back of the van and washed them down with a
hose, before bring them into the cottage. The two Rottweilers, Quince and
Turbo, were real heavyweights, and very well behaved.

Ian showed me to the bathroom and gave me some dry clothes to put on, which
turned out to be a white t-shirt and matching shorts.

'Have a real good clean up, Andy,' he said, smiling. 'We can dry out your
biker stuff later.'

The cottage had a great feel about it. Tom got a fire going and Dave had
some pizza rolling out of the oven; and Ian was handing out the beers when
I rejoined them. Frank sent the two dogs to their assigned places in the
room and told them to sit.

I waited for the four bears to sit down before picking a large leather
chair, near the fireplace, to sit on. What a great feeling: I was warm, out
of the rain, watching football, drinking beer, eating pizza and talking to
real men!

We had been eating and drinking for about two hours, and having a damn good
time. Ian was continually telling stories of his time in the army. Dave
would break in from time to time with a story about his time on the
beat. Frank and Tom laugh in all the right places, and encouraged me to do
the same.

With the five of us drinking, the bathroom was continually in use. On my
third visit, I was followed in by Ian. I had my cock in my hand, and was
watering the well, when he stepped in behind me.

'Hey, mate,' he said. 'You don't mind if I join you?'

Well, what was I going to say: the man had given me a lift, and then invite
me over to watch TV.

'No probs, Ian,' I said, moving to my left a little.

Ian reached into his shorts and pulled out a man-size cock, which was uncut
and some ten-inches long and six-inches round. I just stared at it in awe.

'Well, Andy,' he said. 'From the look on your face, you've never seen a
real man's cock before.'

I was truly dumbfounded, and sort of lost for words.

'There'll be four hard-standing cocks in the cottage tonight,' he
continued. 'So if you want to check them out, you need to lose your clothes
and join us.'

'Well, Ian,' I said. 'To be honest, I've seen dozens of hard-standing
cocks, but never one of that magnitude.'

'I knew it,' he said. 'I said to Dave that you'll be down on your knees in
no time at all. So, get down on your knees and start to pleasure me.'

My mind was racing now; here I was, in the middle of nowhere with four
bears I had just met. Ian was telling me to strip off and get down on my
knees in the bathroom. And his three friends were waiting for me to suck on
their cocks, and probably bend over for them as well.

Now, down on my knees, I stared up at beefy Ian.

'Suck on it, boy,' he ordered. 'And don't hold back!'

I was in a bathroom with a cock deep inside my mouth, and I was loving
it. I was giving the cock so much attention, and hoping that the other men
might hear it in the next room. Would this be the beginning of a great
friendship, or was Ian & Co. in need of a one-night stand?

'Well, boy,' said Ian. 'You're now our cock-sucking bitch. That means you
remain naked at all times; suck cock at any time of the day and night; and
take it up the arse when required. Is that clear?'

Taking a breath, I reached up with one hand and took hold of Ian's
ball-sac, and then nodded my head.

'Keep sucking on that length, boy,' he said, as he slapped the side of my
face. 'You're a good-looking fuck-toy, Andy. I think we've found a willing
and compliant bitch-boy today.'

I was licking and sucking hard, trying to get the most out of Ian's
glorious cock. He was right, I was a compliant bitch-boy from St Leonards,
and loving the idea of servicing four dominant bears.

As he pushed my face onto his engorge cock, I was past the point of taking
in any more, so I began to choke. I gasped for air as he withdrew his cock,
and then forced it back into my mouth and began face-fucking me. I reached
up and grabbed hold of his hips, so as to steady myself. He soon shot his
load of hot spunk down my throat, and there was far too much for me to
swallow in one go. So there I was, still trying to swallow his spunk, with
some running down my face and falling onto my bare, hairless chest.

After a few minutes, I got up and washed my face and chest, and then headed
back to the main room with Ian. Things seem normal in the main room, and no
one took any notice of the fact that I was stark-bollock-naked. Dave was
putting some more wood on the fire and Frank was playing around with a
dog's lead, and so was Tom.

'Well, boys,' said Ian. 'Our little friend wants to thank us properly for
all our hospitality, before he walks home in the dark, all nice and naked.'

I looked at Ian and gulped. The fucker was going to kick me out of the
cottage, and make me walk home, naked.

'No need to thank us, Andy,' said Tom. 'We'll keep your bike and
clothes. That's all the thanks we need.'

'We will let you have the key to your cottage,' said Dave. 'We wouldn't
want you to catch a cold out there in the forest.'

Frank stood up and walked behind me. He then hit my arse with the dog lead
he was holding.

'Give us a little dance, Andy,' he said. 'Nothing fancy. Just wiggle your
arse and make your cock bob up and down. If you do well, you might be able
to stay and play.'

I was no dancer, but I didn't want to walk home naked, so I gave it my best
shot.

'Good boy,' said Tom, as he hit me with the lead he was holding. 'Now play
with your nipples and swing your hips. Let's see you turn us on.'

I did my best to comply, but Frank and Tom were more interested in whacking
my arse.

I danced on the spot, just in front of the fireplace, as the four men began
to undress. I knew I wanted this, from the very moment I got into the van
and saw these beefy bears. Every one of them was a masculine hunk, and then
I saw their awesome cocks. Of course, Ian's was the biggest of the
bunch. However, no one would ever say 'no' to the other three.

I wiggled aimlessly about as the bears surrounded their prey and took
charge of my weak and willing body. They tweaked my nipples, squeezed my
thighs, and slapped my 'skinny arse-cheeks'. They then trod on my toes and
gut-punched me - this was getting more than a little heavy for a wimp like
me.

'You should have left, Andy, when you had the chance,' said Dave. 'There's
no escape now. You belong to us now.'

'You're going to be bound and gagged, and kept locked up here, in the
cottage, all winter,' said Ian.

'And most of spring,' added Frank.

I lost it at that point, but had no chance against these burly hunks. They
were going to fuck me, and hurt me, and probably bury me out in the forest
somewhere.

'Okay,' said Tom. 'Let me chew on his nipples. They look mighty ripe and
ready for gnawing.'

I screamed like a girl as Tom went after my right nipple.

'So, if he drops to his knees and starts sucking cock,' said Dave. 'No one
is going to hurt him. Am I right?'

I didn't wait for an answer. I took hold of two uncut cocks and quickly
swallowed a third.

'He's a quick learner,' said Frank.

When Ian's turn came, he turned about and offered me his clean, hairy
arsehole. I eased his arse-cheeks apart and licked away like a bitch-boy
possessed. I hoped, if I kept everyone happy, they would let me go.

After Ian's rimming, Frank reached down and grabbed me by my hair.

'Let's try this on for size,' he said, as he fastened a dog collar round my
neck. 'I've always wanted to be arse-licked by a blond bitch-boy.'

With that, Frank turned about and stuck his hairy arse in my face.

Well, in a strange way, I was beginning to enjoy this nasty kind of sex. It
was only the kidnapping side of things that kept me looking around for a
way out.

As I began to tongue Frank's arse, my own arse was being beaten by Tom. He
really enjoyed using the dog lead on my arse-cheeks, and never held back
when I yelped in pain.

'Well, boys,' said Ian. 'Our little bitch-boy has done his best to thank us
for our hospitality. So, do we put him in a caged kennel for the night, or
bend him over and fuck his brains out?'

* * *

After a whispered discussion, the four men decided on a third option. Dave
and Tom forced me down, over a coffee table and tied me to it. They used
several ropes to ensured that my skinny arse was in a fuckable
position. Dave then slapped my arse and told me to 'enjoy'. Tom also
slapped me hard - the stinging sensation began to overwhelm me. My head was
spinning as they continued to assault my arse.

I let out a cry and begged them to stop. The two men laughed as one
squeezed my burning arse-cheeks and the other pushed his finger into
arsehole, which sent cold shivers up and down my spine.

'Attend, Quince,' ordered Frank. 'Attend, Turbo.'

The two dogs stood up and sauntered over. Quince began licking my face upon
his arrival, and Turbo repeated the action at the other end of the coffee
table.

'Lick him, Turbo,' ordered Frank. 'And lick Tom's finger .... Make it all
clean and shiny.'

Turbo complied with the order as Tom withdrew his finger from my arsehole
and offered it to the dog. Meanwhile, Quince continued to lick my face with
his enthusiastic tongue. I then felt Turbo's tongue licking my arse-crack
and hole. More cold shivers ran up and down my spine - I now knew what the
third option was going to be.

My bitch-boy cock was rock-hard and twitching away like crazy. The two
tongues were working their magic on my face and rear end; and as they did
so, Dave grabbed my cock and stroked it for a bit. Then Turbo jumped up and
tried to mount me. His canine cock poked my anus, but missed its target.

'Don't rush it, Turbo,' said Frank. 'Let the nice man help. He'll line you
up properly.'

Tom lubed my arsehole with something from a jar as Dave took charge of the
dog's stem. Turbo jumped up again and, with Dave's help, struck gold. Being
new to this, I yelled as my anus was stretched and stretched, and stretched
some more.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I yelled. 'Get it out! Get him off me!'

'No! No! No!' yelled Ian. 'Open up and be more accommodating. Turbo owns
your arse, so be more compliant, bitch.'

'It fuckin' hurts...' I snapped. 'He's pumping in and out now. He's pumping
my arse!'

'That's what the dogs are trained to do, dimwit,' said Frank. 'Dave usually
invites a young mugger along for our entertainment. The mugger doesn't get
charged if he bends over for the dogs. It's a real good arrangement, and
keeps the prison population down.'

'I like the black muggers,' said Tom. 'It's all attitude and menace at
first; then the dogs take over and give the yobs back their black arses.'

'And they suck cock real good after that,' added Frank.

The men laughed as I tried to accommodate Turbo's canine cock, knowing full
well that Quince was getting ready to mount me next. The cock in my arse
pressed forward real hard. I could now feel something swelling up inside
me. Turbo continued to press faster and harder. Dave and Tom kept the dog
in check, as its claws dug deep into my bare back. Apparently, the swelling
inside me (the dog knot) could do some internal damage if Turbo didn't
dismount correctly.

Someone grabbed my cock again and squeezed. I then spotted Quince's cock
leaving its sheath. The kinky idea of sucking on that shiny length entered
my head; sadly, my position on the coffee table kept me from doing it. I
was fast becoming a moral degenerate, and it felt quite good.

Someone grabbed my ball-sac and squeezed it real hard. My body was fully
restrained and completely defenceless. The four bears, and the two dogs,
owned me. I was their creature, their fuck-toy, their bitch-boy.

Quince barked a hurry up as I let out a bark of my own. Turbo had done with
me, and was now flooding my inner sanctum with his canine seed.

'Hold him steady,' said Tom to Dave. 'If they knot up and lock, we'll be
here for a long, long time. And Quince won't like that.'

'He bit that schoolboy's arse the last time it happen,' said Ian. 'I
thought the boy's ball-bag was going to be next.'

'Nonsense!' snapped Frank. 'The dogs are well trained fuckers. They won't
bite the arse, or cock, that feeds 'em. Besides, that nip on the boy's arse
was a gentle love bite. I think Quince was in love with that schoolboy.'

I was sweating like crazy as the dog, aided by Dave and Tom, pulled out of
my arsehole. I did scream a little as the length was slowly removed, but
the two men knew their business.

'Well done, Andy,' said Dave. 'I'm so glad you're gonna be here all
winter. It'll be cold for sure, what with you being naked all the time; but
hey, the dogs will be here to warm you up on a regular basis. So that's a
plus.'

I felt Turbo's seed trickle down my left thigh as Quince nuzzled my arse. I
then felt the dog on my back; and as he dug his claws in deep, I felt a
quiver of excitement run up and down my spine. Quince's cock began to poke
at my anus, looking for relief. The dog was heavy on my back, and felt so
dominant. 'How many boys and men had he bred, I wondered?'

Then the pain returned as the dog's cock entered my arsehole. Quince didn't
know how to fuck gently, his cock pushed deep into my arsehole. Dave and
Ian flanked the animal and did their best to keep me safe. And as before,
the swelling made me cry out like a baby.

'Fucking hell!' I yelled. 'It hurts... it hurts more than Turbo's cock.'

'Yes,' said Frank. 'They always say that. And yet, when Quince fucks first,
they still say the second dog hurts more. It's perplexing.'

'A blindfold,' said Tom, inspired. 'If they don't know which dog is which,
they'll scream and scream...'

'And scream,' interrupted Frank. 'Yes, a blind test might work. But who
gives a shit.'

Quince humped my arse like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile, the men
stroked their cocks and watched me sweat. They really liked seeing a
bitch-boy being bred by Quince and Turbo.

'Black and tan looks real good against that skinny white arse,' said
Ian. 'And I bet he'll look awesome in a caged kennel.'

Quince had now found his rhythm, and was power-fucking me like a real
trooper; and my arse, along with the coffee table, was heading toward the
door.

The dog's cock had ballooned inside me. Dave and Ian kept telling me to
relax and go with the flow. The two men had seen the dog rush a dismount
and take his mate for a long and painful ride in the process; and being
tied down meant doubling the pain for the mate if the table flipped
over. Dave liked to see a bitch-boy and dog tied together, arse-to-arse,
waiting for the knot to subside. The image looked so sexy in his book.

The pain began to lessen as the knot reached its full size, but still it
hurt. Then, a new sensation hit me when the dog's load splashed against my
prostate and sent me wild. Why Turbo's load hadn't done the same was a
complete mystery, but I had no time to ponder the whys and wherefores of
doggy misfires. I was elated, and wanted Quince to fuck my brains out on a
regular basis.

The dog stayed in me for some ten minutes; and then, with a sloppy pop, he
was out and away to get cleaned up. I felt his seed ooze out of my arsehole
and trickle down my inner thighs. The men applauded the pair of us; and as
they did so, Turbo came over to take a look at the exhausted bitch-boy tied
to the coffee table.