Date: Thu, 22 May 2008 21:33:02 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Customs 6 Customs - A gay story by Anthony Thomas. Chapter 5 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' It wasn't too bad, still warm and slightly foaming but not too strong or acrid and surprisingly I was sure I could taste a slight sense of weed in it. The surprise was in myself drinking a whole bottle straight down without any protest. OK. I'd been pissed over and in innumerable times and forced to drink from the tap but never in such a quantity at once. I was enjoying his hand stretching and twisting my balls as the other held the bottle to my mouth. As my body was untied and let down I almost collapsed, in fact would have done if several hands were not allowing me to fall. 'Here you are. Take a load of this,' and a huge smoking spiff was stuck in my mouth. 'You doing well whitey. Your cock enjoying it as well,' that comment accompanied but a hard slap at my painfully erect member. It was true, my cock along with the rest of my body was off on a life of its own leaving my brain far behind. In the morning I might have second thoughts but right now I was flying. I was half led; half carried a short distance to a dark corner of the parade ground where I could just make out a bathtub set in a wooden frame. 'Get in.' I just managed to raise my arm sufficiently remove the spiff I'd been dragging on. 'Why?' 'Cause the Officers like their boys nice and wet and dirty - and so do I,' that reply half laughed and accompanied by a couple of light love taps across my still sore arse. I could tell by the smell what was in the bath but obeyed anyway. It had several inches of piss and no doubt other ejaculations covering the bottom, they must have been making use of it for the past hour or so. 'Sit down.' I half sat and was half lowered. After the abuse I'd received earlier and the drug I'd been inhaling there was no way I had any real control of my body anymore. 'Lay back. Someone wash him down.' I relaxed against the back of the bath with gratitude. My body was in need of a rest, the warmish liquid covered my legs and over my belly button. 'Close your eyes.' Next I knew someone was pouring jugs of the filthy mess over my head. That ceased when I started to splutter and I felt my hand lifted and my fingers closed round a rag. 'Wipe your eyes and above. Nothing else.' When I opened my eyes all I could see standing around were rows of cocks rapidly jacking off, shooting over my head, face and upper body. As soon as one came it was replaced by another until my upper body was as covered in cum as my lower was by piss. 'That's enough. Any of you lot not finished yet will have to manage elsewhere. This boy has an audience due.' My body was dragged from the bath and over to one of the huts. I say it was my body they dragged cause I hardly seemed to inhabit it. Almost it seemed I was vaguely watching a blurred scene from a slight distance away. At a doorway everyone halted and the Sergeant asked, 'permission to supply entertainment Sir?' 'Granted,' came a reply. I was brought into a room with half lit room with 4 officers sitting behind a table, obviously having just finished a meal, one of them my Captain. There was also another, lower, table under a spotlight covered by a tarpaulin in front of them. 'Your lads all had their fun Sergeant?' asked the Captain. 'Apart from the Ensigns and myself as per your orders Sir.' Looking round I became aware the only support my body had were a four lads only just into their teens. Like the Sergeant, stark naked, their bodies almost hairless, a good foot shorter than myself and looking as if a strong puff of wind would blow them away. Even so, as I put some weight on their shoulders in order to lever myself upright neither of them bowed much so obviously stronger then they looked. 'Lets have a look at him then.' I was led unresistingly to the table. 'Turn him round. Ah. That a nice red backside Sarge, we could hear him yell from here, can see he's been well washed as also. Do you think he's primed enough?' 'Soon find out Sir,' came the Sergeant's reply. The Captain got up and came round the table to look in my eyes. 'You flying,' he asked with a wink. I nodded. 'Drink this. You'll probably need it.' This was a good half glass of the local harsh brandy. Even so, I drank it down gratefully. After what else I'd been drinking that night it tasted like nectar. My body, that was how I considered it now, my body was led over to the lower table and laid on its back. The two boys clambered up either side and arranged it so my legs were pulled up and bent over like a trussed chicken leaving my arse level with the table edge. Their little cocks and balls dangling either side of my face. Feeling fingers apply some cold grease of some sort to my still inflamed arse I looked up slightly between my open legs to see the Sergeant standing there using his other hand to massage his cock. It stood to attention almost as once and I groaned as I saw it. 'Oh Yes boy. This is going to plough your sorry arse, its what I've been waiting for all night and I'm going to enjoy myself.' He might but sure as hell I wouldn't. For some reason mine was still, almost painfully, erect. It must have been due to whatever drugs I'd been smoking earlier. I've never had any reason to fell embarrassed or lacking when it came to size that way but compared to him mine was very second-class and the boys holding my legs ready only had toys. I never got a chance to measure it but lets just say I'm sure some horses would have been happy with it. As if his length wasn't bad enough; had to be at least ten inches, there was no way anyone normal could have closed one hand round it either. His fingers probed slightly at my hole filling it with soft cold grease and then his hand moved to grab my cock and balls to move them out of his way as he placed the head of his weapon at the entrance to my exposed arse and pushed slightly. Now I discovered what the boys were for apart from helping to hold my legs in position for him as little fingers started pinching at my sore nipples and slapping my face from side to side causing part of whatever brain was still active take notice of what pain was being inflicted on those parts of my body and away from my hole. It only worked for a second or so as I felt him broach the lips and couldn't help but cry out at the intrusion. 'Hold him still now,' and the boys sat down, one on each arm, still working my nipples as he continued to force himself slowly inside me. I wouldn't have moved much anyway; I no longer had any control over my body apart from wasting every breath I managed to gasp in a yell. Suddenly, as I opened my eyes for a moment to see his face break out into a huge grin I realised just what it was I yelled. 'Go on then! Fuck me you black bastard! Rape this white boy just like you want to! Make me scream!' 'Oh I will, ' he promised, still thrusting in and up inside. It felt as if he was reaching to my stomach and I'd never been split open so wide before. It hurt like hell so why didn't I care? Finally he came to a stop as his upper groin thrust against my lower and he let go of my balls that only then did I feel had been stretched fully whilst he'd been filling me. To my amazement my own cock was still achingly erect as he gave it a couple of love slaps. 'Give you a moment to catch your breath,' he smiled, 'You'll need it all in a moment.' I felt fingers thrusting carefully into my gasping open mouth and rub round on my teeth. Looking up I could see the officers had now gathered round watching intently and being serviced by the two lads who'd obviously done so before and showed no objection to the use they were making of their mouths and hands. 'Go on then. Make him sorry for what he called you!' 'Right then. One of you lads get on top of him, you know what to do.' One of them turned round and clambered over me laying himself down so I could feel his breath on my cock and see his pert little arse some inches in front of my face. I wondered why he was there for a moment and then felt his fingers grab either side of my arse allowing the Sergeant to thrust that extra inch up inside. I think I screamed that time but had no chance to get my breath for a repeat as he pulled back and thrust deep in return, back and forth, back and forth, slowly at first and then with increasing speed and force. He was really trying to work his cock so deep it would shoot into my mouth from the wrong direction. My eyes were streaming, I had no breath to curse him as every gasp in escaped back out as a yell or a scream. He had no mercy To accompany my screams I could hear mouths slurping on cocks and voices 'Go on! Fuck him harder! Ram it in! Stick the white boy! Hurt him!' And he was doing just that. The hands at my cheeks pulled further and I swear he managed to ram his weapon even deeper inside my poor body. Every thrust was smashing against my groin and would have thrown my body off the table if he'd not got his massive hands clenched round my raised thighs. Every so often he would catch my cock or balls a glancing blow momentarily spreading the pain site but continually increasing speed and thrust. I had quite forgotten the audience until I found myself choking on a mouthful of cum and realised at least one of the officers had been finished off to shoot his load into my open mouth. Even that didn't stop the sergeant who was now in full stride, gasping and grunting almost as loudly as myself. The sweat was pouring of all our bodies causing them to slip and slide as with a thrust that nearly broke my legs a rocket started firing up inside my gut. Not shots but boiling stream after stream of man juice flooded and filled me, I could only lay here gasping and swallowing. It had been unreal. Why was I still alive even after being fucked with that weapon? Was I alive? I had no idea right at that moment. I don't think I cared either. Was there any part of my body that hadn't been used and abused tonight? If there was I had no idea where it lived. But why wasn't he pulling out. My arse needed some peace and rest. Hadn't they finished? Slowly I regain some sense to discover I was staring at the pert buns of the young lad still lying on top of my sticky sweaty body a few inches from my face. He'd released his grip on my buttocks and seemed to be fondling my balls whilst breathing heavily on my straining cock. While I watched someone shot their load over his quivering buns and discovering my arms had been freed my hands found their way to his cheeks to spread the deposit and then my fingers were flicking at his twitching hole. As I started to feel inside the puckering lips his body was squirming around on top of my own filthy wet one obviously happy with the attention I was giving it and the massive member still plunged so deeply inside me finally started to soften. In some ways I didn't look forward to its withdrawal but my poor arse definitely required some peace and tlc. He didn't withdraw at once though which concerned me as my poor abused body was in no way up to a repeat performance. In fact, apart from my own aching cock I was quite happy to lie there watching and playing with the young black arse squirming round on top of me, especially when my head was lifted and the legs belonging to that very arse were crossed under allowing me a much better view as my head was lowered to rest on his lower thighs. His hands had gone round the ankles of my raised and folded legs just holding them in position and his tongue had started to lick at my cock causing me to judder in anticipation of what I hoped was going to happen. There were still a few of surprises in store for me however. As the sergeant finally softened and slowly withdrew his still massive weapon with a plop I almost yelped as my poor tender arsehole shrunk back to more its normal circumference only to find a pair of hands carefully pushing my cheeks back together and a lovely warm tongue licking softly at my damaged ring. The body on my top appeared to be enjoying itself judging by his gyrations as my fingers explored his ring which by now was home to two pairs of my fingers and as I probed a little deeper and stretched him open I was surprised to suddenly find a stream of warm piss splashing over my hands and face as the main direction was aimed at his now open arse lips. If you have ever seen a like sight from such close proximity you can guess how it turned me on, also its recipient as with a quick wriggle he raised his head and slipped his mouth over my undulating cock swallowing it straight down without a pause or any choking at all. Beautiful warm firm lips at the bottom of my shaft that just stayed there while his tongue was licking round and his teeth were nibbling slightly. I just couldn't take it! 'Bring me off! Whatever just finish me! Do it hard!' I had to cum now. I was bursting. The tongue licking at my hole had now firmed up and was darting in and out, soothing my sore and aching lips and swallowing the residue now leaking from inside me and as the lips on my cock clenched and started moving slowly up and down my body went into a St Vitus dance as it tried to initiate a release. 'Oh Yes! Yes! Bring me off! Hard! Do it hard!' It all happened at once, or so it seemed. My fingers were delving deeper and deeper into the backside lying right in front of my face causing the body attached to it to jump around almost as much as my own while his mouth gripped my straining cock even harder sliding more and more rapidly up and down causing my balls to bang around and bash against my groin. 'Go on then! Bash my balls! Hurt my cock.' From somewhere periodic streams of piss or cum were landing on our bodies and when my hands left his arse and moved unto his waist in order to try and control the jerking of our sweaty bodies someone started to apply a belt lightly across his arse which only seemed to encourage him to work harder on my cock. Seeing that young backside redden and hands now squeezing and stretching my balls finally did it and I started to shoot, and shoot, and shoot. Almost breaking my back as the force of my ejaculations attempted to fling my body into the air. I'd not finished shooting when the mouth was removed and the body over me half sprung up, swung round and placed his small erect cock at my mouth, opening his to drop a load of my own cum onto it before grabbing my head and plunging into my willing open mouth. Another mouth had replaced his on my still flowing cock and as the suction and massage continued down there I willingly cleaned the cock in my mouth and swallowed the contents, then continued to play and suck at it. There was no other option as he'd trapped my slightly raise head between his thighs and was just crouching there, his fingers lightly playing with my nipples. My own cock finally finished weeping and I felt the mouth being removed, just in time, because as my erection finally diminished my overfull bladder took over and started gushing without any input from myself. Someone got hold of my cock and aimed the stream into the air where it fell back spraying over the pair of us. That took him over the edge as his hands left my nipples and grabbing my head again he forced it even further into his groin and shot off in my mouth. He may have been somewhat smaller and younger than my usual sex partners but he was fully there with us and it took me several swallows to accommodate his load. Finally he sat back onto his haunches and I was able to lower my legs over the edge of the table. Looking up his boyish face smiled down to me, 'Can we keep you another night?' Why not? I thought to myself. We'd just have to wait and see. --------------------------------------------------- The author is always more than happy to receive comments and suggestions. Regrettably, some of my more extreme offerings have been receiving a worrying response from a series of senders and as it is not possible to withdraw previous submissions to Nifty in order to edit e-address and author when I close my present Hotmail address in near future you will be unable to contact me. 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