Date: Thu, 02 Apr 2020 14:26:36 +0000 From: A Porter Subject: Rods Of Redemption - Part 6 This story is a work of fiction. If material describing sex between men and teenage boys is illegal in your country, then read no further. Nifty is a free resource, but it does require money to stay on the Internet. Therefore, please consider donating to Nifty at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth / interracial: oral anal, M+/t+ - - - "Do you trust me, Gavin?" asked Gordon, as he checked my restraints and smiled slyly. I shook my head and pulled hard against my bonds. My arms and legs were fully outstretched, and my wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps to the four corners of the bondage bench. I was stark-bollock-naked and my cock was rock-hard. Derren and Julian were also stark-bollock-naked, and tied against a far wall in a spread-eagle position. They stood and watched as Gordon made me ready for "an awesome session". Only an hour or so earlier, Gordon had ordered the three of us to get into the back of a modified horse-box. We were wearing white cassocks when we entered the "slave transporter". The vehicle had been equipped with an array of chains and leather straps. These restraints hung from the roof and metal sides, and were specifically designed to keep three or four slaves shackled, in a standing position, inside. Some fifteen to twenty minutes into the journey, the horse-box stopped in the middle of nowhere. Gordon and Phil, the driver, ordered us out of the box and into a field of grass. They removed our cassocks and told us to put leather bridles on. Each bridle had been designed to fit the size and shape of a young boy's head, and came complete with a hard, rubber bit-gag. "Now stretch your legs, boys," said Phil, "and get use to wearing those bridles." "We'll be on the move again in five minutes," said Gordon, "so don't wander off." When the horse-box stopped again, the three of us were ordered out of the box and into a large, brick-built barn. We were then shown the wooden bondage bench and the "whipping wall". Gordon removed my bridle and tied me to the bondage bench; and as he did so, Phil secured Derren and Julian to the wall. "And now for this," said Gordon, as he held up a black leather blindfold. My heart began to pound as the man covered my eyes with the blindfold. I couldn't move or see, but I knew something was going on around me. Phil was over by the wall, working on Derren and Julian with a riding crop, so it wasn't him I sensed beside Gordon. There were other people in the barn, I was sure of it. "Now just relax," said Gordon. "I've invited a few friends along to make you feel good." I began to panic as I pulled against my bonds again. Gordon wasn't someone I would trust to make me "feel good". He liked to tease and torment naked slaves, so I was really nervous when I felt all those hands on my body. "Don't touch his cock," said Gordon to his friends. "Just keep him on the brink .... beggin' for it." The foreplay was truly incredible. I tugged at my bonds and sighed, and nearly lost it when someone's bony fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples. Soft palms rubbed my thighs and belly, and made my cock twitch like crazy. Then a few hands were joined by sensuous mouths. I moaned with pleasure as those around me serviced my body with soft lips and probing tongues. My whole body shuddered, enjoying the attention it was receiving, as unseen lips kissed mine. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. I so wanted someone to touch my throbbing cock. Then someone's hand gently caressed my left thigh and sent a violent spasm down the leg. "Cramp!" I shouted. "My leg! My leg!" The straps around my ankles were quickly unbuckled. My legs were then raised off the bench and frantically rubbed by several powerful hands. In order to take my mind off the painful cramp, aggressive mouth-to-cock resuscitation was performed. More and more mouth-to-cock resuscitation was used to keep me distracted. The quarrel over who tasted my cock next became quite heated. Gordon was unable to stop the feeding frenzy, so he invited everyone to join in. I gasped loudly as the men worked on my cock and ball-sac. Then, as the cramp subsided, I felt hands around my ankles. I was helpless as my legs were pulled up and apart. I moaned and groaned with pleasure as my arsehole was fingered by the men taking full advantage of my weak and willing body. I pulled at my wrist-straps, but they continued to hold me in place. I arched my back and begged to be allowed to shed my load. Then I felt it - the hard and slippery dildo entering my arsehole. The pain was only fleeting, so I waited eagerly for the rubber cock-head to touch my prostate. The pleasure was truly amazing. The man holding the dildo began to fuck me with it. My whole body shuddered as he took me directly to cloud nine. I could hear Gordon giving out his orders, but my moans of pleasure muffled them completely. "He's gonna shoot his bolt," said the man, "if I keep rubbing him up the right way." "Don't stop!" snapped Gordon. "Let's see him shoot his load." An amazing climax hit me there and then. Jets of spunk splattered my face, chest and belly. All the men cheered as another salvo of spunk hit my lips, chin and chest. I just couldn't get enough of being everyone's darling. I was lying on the bench and truly loving being the centre of attention. "Let's bend him over the bench and fuck his brains out," said a fan. "We can line up and take his arse in a nice orderly fashion." A cheer went up when the man's suggestion was approved by Gordon. - - - After the gangbang, I was handed over to Phil. He secured me to the brick wall and removed the leather blindfold. Julian was then released and marched over to the bondage bench. The men secured him to the bench as Gordon covered his eyes with the blindfold. My cock was still semi-erect and red. I hung from two wrist-straps fastened to the wall and groaned. Phil had worked Derren over with a riding crop, so the boy's nipples, belly and cock were now bright red. We both hung there, knacked. "Stay awake, boys," said Phil, as he tweaked my nipples. "Watch Julian get the surprise of his life." I looked up and saw a Great Dane enter the barn. The dog was black in colour and truly massive. I looked at Derren in fear and trepidation. He returned my look and immediately shook off his malaise. The dog circled the bondage bench as the men stepped back to give the animal more room. Only Gordon stayed in place, ready to remove the blindfold. With the cock-suckers and molesters gone, Julian sensed that something was awry. His whole body tensed when the dog took up a position between his outstretched legs. The animal was now towering over the restrained youngster, with his forelegs on the bench and his hind legs on the floor. Everyone, bar Julian, watched as the beast dropped his head. "Ta-da!" exclaimed Gordon, as the blindfold came off and the boy's screams filled the barn. Julian continued to scream as his cock was licked into shape by the Great Dane. Clearly the dog had done this sort of thing before. He slobbered over Julian's shrinking cock and hairless ball-sac. He then nuzzled the base of the boy's arse-crack, seeking out that all-important hole. "Get him off me!" screamed Julian. "Get him off!" "Rinka won't bite," said Gordon. "He adores pretty-boy cock." It was then that Julian fainted - the shock of seeing Rinka between his legs had completely overwhelmed his senses. The dog growled, knowing that his new friend wasn't able to play anymore. "Fuck it!" snapped Gordon. "I thought the boy would stay the course." I looked down at my hard-standing cock, and then across to Derren's hard-standing cock. It was obvious that Gordon had picked the wrong boy. Rinka looked round the barn and spotted our rigid stems. I shuddered, more from excitement than anxiety, as the dog padded over to lick us into shape. We were both anchored against the wall in our bonds, so we were able to bow forward and eagerly greet our new friend. "Step away, Phil," said Gordon. "Let's see the boys being pleasured on the tip of Rinka's tongue." All the men mumbled their approval as Phil took a backward step. - - - My wrists and ankles ached like billy-o, but still I thrust forward to beg for more canine tongue. Derren was clearly Rinka's favourite, so I had to wriggle around like crazy to tempt the wrong-headed beast. "Don't fret so, Gavin," said Phil. "There's plenty of slobber to go round. That dog never tires of being man's best friend." Rinka's long, wet tongue kept Derren and I on the very brink of a climax for ages. We just couldn't get enough of the well-trained cock-sucker. He was truly the tops. Meanwhile, as the dog entertained his audience, Julian came to and bemoaned our kinky debauchery. This prompted two of the men to release Julian from the bondage bench and carry him out of the barn. Phil quickly followed, picking up the boy's bridle and some rope as he did so. Gordon's estate was quite large, so Julian was 'encouraged' to drag a heavy log from field to field for a good two hours. He was then fucked by the three men in another remote barn. Unfortunately for Julian, the barn was used as kennels for Gordon's pedigree pack of Great Danes. Apollo, Danemoor and Trooper were very pleased to see the naked boy. Phil removed Julian's bridle and gave him some water to drink. "I'm going to leave you in here for a day or two," said Phil. "So save some of that water for later." "No!" exclaimed Julian, as the three dogs joined him in the large exercise pen. "Don't leave me in here. I don't like dogs." "But they like you," said Phil. "So that's all that matters." Julian could be heard placating the dogs as the three men walked away from the barn. The locked pen gates creaked and rattled as the youngster tried to escape his randy suitors. "He'll be sucking 'em off in no time at all," said John to Gareth. "A boy like that will always play hard to get at first." "Then lack of food and water will bring him around," said Phil. "It never fails on the snooty, non-kinky ones." The three men laughed as they climbed into an old, weather-beaten Land Rover. Meanwhile, in the barn, Julian was dragged down again by his canine suitors. But this time, the bottle of water he was holding went flying as the dogs began to lick him all over.