Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 14:46:48 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Customs Part 2 Customs -- A gay story by Anthony Thomas. Chapter Two Only continue if your scene contains M-to-M sex. Multiracial, forced, watersports, S&M. [It takes a couple of pages to get going] If you only reading to be shocked or under age of consent or against law where you are then please go elsewhere. 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' 'Show the lads how a full examination is done Sargent,' The Minister said and stood back. I heard a couple of chairs being moved and then my restricted view was filled by the Captains now naked crotch as he sat back down fondling his cock and balls. 'Gather round and observe closely.' I felt fingers probing at my hole. 'This whitey is no different from you or me. Two holes to fill and his cock and balls which we'll get to later. The difference is you may not ever have a chance to examine a white boy so closely again so make the most of it.' White boy? I was twenty two, nearly six foot, sun bleached short fair hair and what I considered was a good body. After all, I still ran every day and swam on most. But then again, compared to most of the population, especially those in the forces, I suppose I did look a bit like a boy. They all seemed to be built like professional footballers players compared to me. I felt several other hands tentatively touch my spread-eagled body. 'Here. Stretch those cheeks apart,' as a pair of hands were placed on each cheek, pulling them slightly open, fully exposing my hole to view. 'There are three ways to examine an arse like this. One is with a medical instrument. Two is with your fingers like this,' and a couple of greased fingers stuck themselves straight inside me, pushing in as far as possible, twisting and gripping, causing me to flail up as far as the straps would allow as a couple of groans left my lips. That examination went on for a few moments, the hand being withdrawn and replaced by a new one several times. 'The third way is this.' The hands were removed and I felt a cock pushing at my entrance. 'I prefer ways two and three myself.' With that the cock was plunged fully in without warning. This time I did more than groan. I yelled, possibly screamed. There was no warning, no finesse, no slow and steady allowing me time to adjust. Just a thick black throbbing cock slammed straight in and up my tender arse. There was no relief. He immediately started fucking my arse, hard and deep, slamming my cock and balls against the edge of the table, his big hands gripping my shoulders tightly. 'This is how to do it. Don't worry if the boy yells. That makes it more fun. Now don't all get carried away, all of you will get your chance later.' All this time he continued to plough my arse, in and out, Bam! Bam! Bam! There were tears rolling down my face and my yells had been reduced to whimpers and still he continued. Her was insatiable. And I was enjoying every moment. My cock was hard as iron and I just wanted to yell at him to fuck me harder but didn't dare with the Minister still present. He had to see me used and abused, or so he thought. Also I didn't think I could be fucked any harder. Finally, just when I thought I was about to cum myself from the effect of my balls and cock bashing against the table, I felt him shoot inside me, stream after stream of hot jisim shooting up my arse. He pulled out with a plop, my backside showing it's relief with a series of farts as the air he'd forced inside me found its release. Slam! Slam! Several hard blows from his hand fell upon my defenceless backside. 'Don't you go blowing wind in my face boy or I'll do more than fuck your pretty white arse.' 'And his face.' I heard the Minister say, 'Who gets to do that while the cameras still rolling?' 'That's mine,' said the captain as he stood up, his erect cock brushing at my lips. 'Don't you dare bite or I'll knock all your teeth out.' We both knew I wouldn't. After all I'd had that cock down my throat a good few times in the past. Admittedly not in these circumstances, not spread-eagled over a table and not with such a large audience. Even so it would give my arse time to recover and my erection time to go down. Wrong again! Just as his big black cock started its journey through my open lips and down my throat I heard, 'Which one of you is going to show this white boy what his arse is for?' I was already gasping, the captain's cock was about eight inches long when aroused and I knew from experience the impossibility of closing my hand fully round it. Previously there had been some time spent in working up to receiving it down my throat. Not this time. It continued a slow inexorable progress, through my lips, past my teeth, glanced off the back of my throat and straight down. Thankfully my head was at the optimum angle to accept such an intrusion. When the stiff curly black hairs of his crotch were brushing against my nose and I could smell the warm musky odour of his body deeply through my nose he rested for a moment, then grabbing my head tightly between his hands, 'In a moment I'm going to fuck your face hard and deep. 'You keep your lips tight and teeth out of the way or I'll knock them out for you.' Luckily I knew he was putting on a act for the Minister, even so, I also knew that when he got going there would be no relief. He really did like to fuck my face good and hard and somehow I thought it unlikely he'd be reciprocating the act today. I could also feel what seemed to be a sharp object tentatively probing at my arse entrance as the results of it's previous attack were slowly dribbling out and starting down my legs. 'Hang on,' the Captain said as he pulled his cock almost out, just leaving the exposed pulsating tip laying on my lips, 'No need to play with him.. Just fuck his arse as you do to the new boys corporal. He's no different to them, just white 'stead of black. Go on, fuck him, fuck him hard' Whoever the corporal was he needed no more encouragement. A hard thin shaft was plunged up my backside. It may not have been extra thick and thank God was not excessively long either, but Hell! It was hard. Hot and hard and had no mercy. I didn't have to act as I yelled out at the invasion of my already battered backside. Slam! Slam! Slam! My cock and balls were being bashed against the table edge again, my moans were almost covered by the sound of his body slapping against my arse cheeks, his cock burning and driving up inside me each time. 'Slow down a moment. Don't rush it, we've got plenty of time,' said the Captain, 'Lets spit him both ends at once.' As the rod in my arse slowed its battering the Captain's cock was thrust back down my throat. 'Now then,' he said, 'Lets get this in time. Let the whitey really know he's being used.' They started, as the Captain's cock pulled halfway out, the cock at my arse plunged in, then half out as my mouth and throat were filled again. Back and forth, using each end of my body as their personal fuck machine, my body being slammed about on the table as they took their pleasure with it. I hardly heard the Minster, 'I've got to go. Needed back in town. Give him to the lads for the night and then let him go in the morning. I don't think he'll be back after this and the film I've got. Have fun Captain, I can see you're enjoying yourself.' He was. His cock was sliding easily in and out now, my throat was almost numb and I'd stopped gagging each time he plunged in. My arse had also adjusted itself to the battering and you could almost say I was enjoying it. I might have done so in slightly different circumstances. My cock certainly was. I could feel my erection straining for release. It wasn't going to happen any time soon. The cocks attacking me were speeding up. As they got faster and, if possible, harder, they lost the rhythm. Now they were both thrusting in at the same time. As they did so my body was arching off the table. It was that or have my back broken. There was no letup. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! The cock in my arse running easily in the cum from my previous attack, my mouth filling with saliva I had no chance to swallow. I tried to grip tighter with both sets of lips. If they didn't cum soon my back would be broken. A wild yell came from behind me and hands griped and dug in to my groin as the cock in my arse came to its intended conclusion. 'Take it boy. Take all my black cum.' What choice did i have? Shot after shot of boiling jisim flowed up inside, almost boiling it felt. As his body fell across mine his hands went to my head joining those of the captain as he continued to fuck my face. 'Go on Boss. Fuck him deep. Mix it with mine.' He did just that. Shot after shot of steaming cum straight down my throat. I didn't have to swallow, his cock was so far down it just flew straight into my stomach. Even when he finally pulled out, allowing me to finally swallow the contents of my mouth and give my throat a welcome rest he was still jerking off, covering my face and hair. Finally he came to a gasping stop. I could just see the sweat running down his body from my position laid over the table. As he wiped his hands over the back of my head to clean the leaked cum from them, 'You finished corporal? Let him up for a breather before the lads get him.' 'I'm just waiting to have a piss Sir. Don't see why I should go all the way to the toilets do you?' He didn't. If I'd thought his cum was hot, his piss was boiling. I just felt his softened cock flinch a couple of times before he let go with a massive stream of piss inside my arse. It filled almso5 at once and being unable to escape backed up inside me. I felt it fill up and spread back up my bowels. Almost it seemed to my stomach. 'Don't you dare let any out here. Keep that white arse tight.' As he pulled out a belt was fastened quickly across my arse and round my groin, then clinched tightly. The straps holding me down were released and with a couple of quick orders my defenceless body was picked up and carried, face down, toward one side of the compound. There I was stood against a wooden frame where a cross beam came just about level with my shoulders. My arms were quickly stretched out in a t and fastened to the beam, then the strap round my arse was removed and refastened round my ankles. What else could I have done. My bowels were bursting. The moment that strap was removed a stream of liquid sprayed from my backside accompanied by a series of farts, then followed by a slower stream of mixed piss and cum and the other contents of my arse. I could feel the thick stream flowing down my legs and smell the disgusting mess also. 'See. White boys can get brown as well,' said the smiling naked man standing before me. Early twenties, glistening brown rather than black, a thin wiry body to match the cock I'd just had up my arse. 'That will get you nicely flushed out for the boys fun tonight.' What was going to happen to me that night?