Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 01:40:45 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <antomuk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Customs Cpt 4

Customs - A gay story by Anthony Thomas. Chapter 4

Only continue if your scene accepts forced, multiracial, watersports, S&M,
dirty, M-to-M sex.

If you only reading to be shocked or are under the age of consent or M-to-M
is against the law where you are then please go away.

However - if enjoyed author may be contacted as antomuk@hotmail.com

Other efforts by this writer can be found on Nifty under 'Authors',
'Anthony Thomas'

They sure didn't hang around.  Almost before I had a chance to check them
out I had another body straddling my chest, pushing his erect cock toward
my mouth and grasping the sides of my head. Yes! He knew what he was up to
all right. As soon as my mouth opened to admit his cock he plunged it
halfway in and proceeded to hold my head tightly while slowly fucking his
cock deeper and deeper till finally his wirehaired groin was flush against
my lips. It was admittedly a very nice cock.  One that, in different
circumstances, I would have enjoyed making a prolonged examination off.
Jet black against his dark brown body, about six inches long and maybe a
couple in circumferences.  Lovely and young and smooth.

The problem was that while that cock was fucking my face another was
repeating the exercise on my arse and with other hands holding my arse
cheeks apart to allow easier and deeper access I had more than enough to
occupy my mind with in inhaling enough air to keep breathing and not
clenching my teeth against the intrusion, or the other hands tugging and
twisting at my cock and balls.

This seemed to continue for a little while.  As one cock was removed from
my bruised mouth or sore arse, another quickly replaced it.  Several times
I could tell that a cock had been removed from my arse and shoved in my
mouth for cleaning and pissing.

As to which boy did what, fucked my mouth or arse, pissed or shot in
either, or over my body, I couldn't say. There seemed to be a continual
stream of hands and hard cocks attached to young black or brown bodies
attacking or invading my body until, all at once it seemed, they all pulled
away and after a couple of half hearted streams of piss, ran of laughing to
the showers. No hang-ups or second thoughts there.

Then I realised why they'd all pulled away at the same time.  The two NCOs
who'd remained behind when the main group pulled out appeared from round
the corner, accompanied by, I think, four others. These were not boys!
Young, Yes. But not boys, a couple I recognised from previous sessions when
I'd been free and easy back in town with a different bed partner most
nights. OK, they were all still teenagers from what little I could see,
late teens at any rate, but in this country they matured early and both
their minds and their cocks knew what they wanted by now.

'Now for some real fun,' said one of them as my body was released from the
delivery chair and assisted to half collapse on the floor. 'You think you
be up to it?' he continued kindly and passed me a bottle of local beer.

'Give me five,' I managed to reply, drawing gratefully on the bottle.  I
knew now it would give me a second breath as now knew it was brewed with a
slight addition of local weed. The first time I'd indulged I'd got to my
third bottle before it hit me and nearly passed straight out before coming
to my senses.

Sitting on the dirty floor, my naked body covered by drying piss and cum I
looked carefully round at a half dozen or so pairs of well-developed brown
legs. I had no energy to raise my head but could guess the rest of the
bodies were as well proportioned.

At least they were having some consideration for my body.  It helped that
not only had the Captain placed restrictions on what use they could make of
me, but also that several of the present group had enjoyed themselves with
me before, not just as singles either. That, however, I was soon to
discover could be as much a curse as an advantage.

I'd just finished draining a second bottle when my body was roughly pulled
upright and after a blindfold had been placed over my eyes, was led a few
steps backward and my arms outstretched and fastened with straps to some
sort of beam.

That did it.  I couldn't stop myself. My bowels voided and a mixture of cum
and other near liquid contents of my arse poured down my legs. At the same
time my bladder let loose also but here I felt a hand guide the stream, by
the sound of it refilling the earlier emptied bottles.  Not only my bottles
either as the flow went on for ages.

'Right then.  Lets start off nice and clean at least.' And a stream of cold
water sprayed over my body from head to foot for a few moments.  When it
finished I was almost shivering.  'Never mind,' continued the voice, 'Im
sure you want feel cold for long.'

I could feel my feet as they were nudged apart and somehow strapped off to
keep my legs apart, my cock and balls dangling freely. Apart from the fact
I was standing rather than laying on my bed reminded me I'd previously
played hard with two of these lads but at least then I'd had some sort of
control over what would happen.  This time the situation was somewhat
different.

'Are you sure this is OK?' asked a voice.

'Oh Yes,' came a reply as hands examined my body and its orifices.  Captain
said we could in front of the Minister.  Some of us have never had a white
boy to play with and anyway, he'll take it OK.  But would I? My body was
fastened quite securely, the only movement available merely swung my cock
and balls slightly..  I could hear some mumbling and paper rustling, then
the sound of a match being struck, followed by deep inhalations of breath.
The smell of course I knew at once and when I felt a hand rolled placed
against my lips gratefully took a deep drag.  Somehow I just knew I'd be
needing all the assistance I could get before this night was over.

My body was still dripping when the first stroke landed across my back,
followed another and another slowly making their way down to my arse.  By
the time the belt got there I was crying and yelling, my body trying to
swing but hands on my chest gripping and twisting my nipples soon put a
stop to that as did the hand squeezing and pulling on my balls.

As a toke was held to my grateful lips and I inhaled, I heard a voice, 'I'm
up to fuck this sorry arse I've never had a white hole. Can I really hurt
this boy?

'Within the Captain's instructions,' answered another voice.

A pair of arms came round my chest and crossed holding me tightly as the
fingers grabbed hold of my tender nipples and made me yelp.  'You'll be
making more noise than that soon boy,' whispered a hot breath in my ear as
a thick solid rod probed at my red arse hole.  'Going to make you you and
mine then you can service all my boys here.

He started to twist and pinch at my nipples causing me to continually gasp
for breath while his rod kept on pushing and probing at my hole finally
breaking through and ramming straight up inside me.  It wasn't so much the
breadth as the length.  Id never been penetrated so far before.  I yelled!

'Yell all you want boy.  This here cock of mine's not been up an arse for
quite a while.  I'm sure you can tell why. That's why I'm keeping it for
myself now, nice and tight.  The others can have your mouth later but ur
arse is all mine for the rest of the night and I promise you I'm up for
it.'

He never stopped thrusting in and out causing me to yell each time. I just
had to, I had no choice.  He was hurting me.  His cock was trying to make
its way to my throat from the wrong end and as his thrusts increased speed
and strength his fingers were pulling and twisting my nipples harder and
harder. Luckily he must have been building up his load and getting ready
whilst watching my earlier abuse as soon I felt his shooting off right up
inside.  Shot after shot of boiling cum filling my bowel and arse.

Well I was still alive then.  If that was the worse I should survive the
night.  Stupid me.

It was a hand slapping at my cock that made me realise I'd got an erection
while he raped me.  'Can't have you enjoying yourself boy,' he said.  'Tube
him and feed him some beer. Then you can take him outside and strap him to
the stocks.  His mouth will be all yours.'

The beer fed to me came as a very welcome gift.  My mouth was dry and the
slight touch of manga used in its brewing cut in with the second bottle.  I
couldn't understand while he was being kind unless he was just trying to
help me out with what was to follow.  The hands attaching a rubber sheath
to my cock went unnoticed until they untied me and manhandled my body
outside into the open air. The sun had gone down but an almost full moon
spread plenty of light over the parade ground and they half led, half
carried me over to a wooded frame my body was knelt over and strapped down.

There was a narrow plank stretching from my chin to my groin attached
somehow to a pair of L shaped sections I soon found my legs being fastened
to. This, with the straps passed round my upper body left me knelt over, my
arse in the air, my cock and balls dangling and my face a waist height.  It
was as my cock and balls were tied up I became aware of the rubber sheath
over my cock.

'Now here's how its going to be,' came the voice of my earlier
assault. 'Any of my boys can use ur mouth for whatever they want.  Anyone
watching can cum or piss over you.  This here tube,' and I felt something
pushed inside my arse, 'is connected to your nice tied white cock.  That
should hurt good when you need to piss but even so you'll have to force it
out sometime and then you can piss up your own arse. As a little treat for
my boys, whoever has their cock in your mouth when you start to fill can
have your sorry white hole before I finish it off.'

Oh Shit! I thought to myself.  That's why the bottles of beer earlier.
Damn, I could feel some pressure already.  This night couldn't end too soon
for my likening. Although, on second thoughts, it hadn't been too bad
really and my body must be enjoying itself otherwise why the earlier
erection.  I didn't like having no control over what happened and becoming
aware from the sounds of shuffling feet and murmured voices that I was
rapidly being surrounded by naked and half dressed coloured bodies.  Surely
I didn't have to service them all?

Whatever.  The next hour or so there seemed to be a continual stream of
cocks shoving themselves in and out of my mouth and down my throat
accompanied by the voice repeating from time to time, 'Don't play with him.
Fuck that face.  Make him feel it.  Go on, hurt him,' and such like.

I slowly realised it was the same half dozen or so cocks playing musical
chairs with my mouth, they all seemed to use it for the same amount of
time, withdrawing just as their cocks started to throb.  None of them were
what I'd call small and a couple of them seemed to enjoy really fucking my
face hard and forcing my throat to spasm, holding my face firmly and
shoving in so far and strongly my nose was being squashed in their pubic
hairs.  Of course, having my mouth filled with cock also meant I had little
chance of giving voice to the discomfort so from time to time they let me
have a breather, only I had little chance to breath as that was the sign
for fingers to work on my nipples and pull my balls with the odd belt
across my backside.

Occasionally I also felt and smelt a hot stream of piss wetting my body
down again and from time to time increased panting and grunts followed by
streams of cum doing likewise.  I never knew cum could feel so hot.

All this time my bladder was feeling fuller and fuller in spite of my
position and was hurting like hell as my own stream of piss tried to
escape.  Finally by continually clenching my arse and squeezing back on my
cock, a trickle escaped followed by several short spurts.  This escape was
in some ways even more painful than the previous filling bladder.  As I
worked out the sequence to spurt jets of piss through the straps tying my
cock up I quite forgot where the volume was due to end up still trying not
to choke on the cocks thrusting in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly there was a shout from those standing round as I felt a warm
stream enter my bowels and remembered what I'd heard earlier. 'Right then.
You get his arse first then,' came the voice, 'Release his tool so it
floods nicely for you first though.'

Hands released the ties round my cock and as my bladder rushed to empty
itself I realised it was one of the cocks that seemed to enjoy hurting me
that had won the right to use my arse.  That arse was rapidly filling with
my own hot piss.  If I'd thought receiving a stream of cum in the past was
hot this was boiling.  My body wasn't cold in any respect but I could feel
the lower half heating up considerably as my gut was flooded out.

As my gut filled and I felt some of the contents start to dribble back out
my cock was tied off again even though my gut wasn't empty.  When I somehow
mention that, or rather shouted it, I was informed that it didn't matter.
I'd need a full bladder again very soon.

The cock pulled out of my mouth and must have moved round to my rear
because the next thing I felt was its forcible entry, a strange gurgling
sloppy sound as its forced its way into my flooded gut and blocked the
exit. His cock was not as long, or as steely hard as the Sergeant who'd had
me earlier, but what he lost in length he made up for with width.

'Right then white boy.  I'm getting you ready for my boss and I'm going to
enjoy it.  Hope it hurts.'