Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:31:36 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Dangerous Enjoyment - Chapter 2 A story by Anthony Thomas containing descriptions of extreme gay sex between males. Watersports and S&M included. If likely to be offended by such content, or under the ages of consent then please go away. Otherwise, hopefully enjoy. Author may be contacted at antomuk@hotmail.com Other efforts may be found under 'Authors' on Nifty Archive, Anthony Thomas. I could feel and smell the sorry mess bulging in my shorts and so, obviously, could my audience. 'He's shat himself.' 'Filthy pig.' 'He needs to be punished.' They did. In but a moment the strap was reapplied to my arse more than half dozen times, and much harder than previously. Now they were really getting into their fun and having less care regarding the abuse inflicted on my body. If it had not been for the butt plug in my mouth I'd have really yelled. I could now feel the contents of my shorts had been partly forced out, running down my legs, but several hands could be felt scooping up some of the mess to smear it down my back before wiping off over my face. Next my hands and feet were released and my body turned over. As my shorts were pulled down and over my feet came the question, 'Are you up to continuing?' I could only nod but did so graphically. While my wrists were refastened to the top of the table my body was dragged down so my arse became level with the other edge and then my legs forded back to my chest. I had no problem guessing what was to happen next. There was almost no pause. Someone was ready and waiting. A thick, throbbing hot cock was thrust straight up my still leaking arse. No lube was required, he made use of the mix, spit, piss, cum, shit, it was all he needed to ram straight in as deeply as he could, his groin mashing up against my balls. I wanted to scream. 'I can't hear him,' the voice seemed to vibrate through my arse, it had to belong to the cock so forcibly thrust up my arse, 'How can I enjoy hurting him if I can't hear it?' 'How do you know he wants hurting?' came from one side. 'Don't care. It's too late now anyway,' the cock continued to vibrate, 'Take that plug out his mouth and feed him poppers to keep the noise down.' As that happened he started to thrust, at first lowly and then faster, harder and deeper. I couldn't see him very well through the smoked goggles but could tell from his thrusting and the grip of his hands on my raised thighs he was enjoying his abuse of my filthy body. Even with the poppers that kept being applied under my nose I could hear myself moaning, my head almost with a will of its own thrashing from side to side whenever the hands holding it were removed to feed me again. 'Christ! Yes! You lovely filthy boy.' He slammed in so hard I had to yell, my balls were crushed, he shot and shot. A massive stream of boiling cum filled my poor abused arse. There was no time to even catch my breath. As he pulled out with a sudden plop I hardly had time to realise my arse's freedom before it was plugged again, this time with something larger. Looking up I could just make out a massive black body standing over me and saw a pair of huge black hands holding my thighs. 'OK boy. This is what you've come down for so lay back and enjoy. Or otherwise. I don't much care which, as long as you hurt and I can see it. Hope you ready for a long session .' I recognised the voice. This was the man I played with on the web but never seen. If he was up to just half of the things we'd discussed I was in for a night to remember – if I was up to remembering that was. As he thrust his weapon deep inside my poor arse he pulled on my thighs, stretching my arms tightly above my head. With my body impaled on his cock and the grip on my doubled legs I was trapped whatever happened. 'Don't waste that. Feed it to him.' Only then did I realise several people had cum over my chest and stomach earlier without my being aware of it. 'And take this belt of his cock.' Whilst one pair of hands took great joy in roughly scooping the various streams of cum, with traces of shit, to smear over my open mouth, another set finally managed to loosen the belt across my cock allowing my bladder the freedom it had been looking for. There was no way I could have controlled the stream that spewed out, even if I'd wanted to. It shot into the air, covering everyone before someone grabbed and aimed the flow toward my face whilst another hand raised my head to match my open mouth to the flow. All this time he just stood at the end of the picnic table, manoeuvring his cock slowly deeper and deeper up my filthy arse. He was big. I hadn't been able to see beforehand and judging by what I felt would have probably had second thoughts if seen what he carried. Thank God for the poppers that appeared under my nose from time to time. Not only was he long, even while almost static I could feel the head of his cock deep inside me but apart from that it was thick, possibly thicker than anything else I'd ever had up there and my arse was well aware of the intrusion. All that seemed to happen as I attempted to use what little movement I retained to wriggle my body around to ease the intrusion was to allow him deeper access and stretch my arse lips even wider. Whilst I'd been fighting the intrusion my bladder had dried up and the hands on my body had stopped wiping the resulting mixture over me from head to foot and were now working on it harder. There seemed to be someone kneeling behind me, my head raised slightly and trapped between his thighs, stretching my arms even further. More hands were pinching at my nipples and yet more pulling at my cock and stretching my balls. Even with all that I could vaguely see through the goggles other bodies standing around, no doubt waiting to take over. 'Didn't he just piss over us all?' asked the cock in my arse. 'Don't you think he should be punished? Just to show him who's in charge! Anyway, he's all clean now. Anyone ready?' The cock was just slowly pulling in and out of my arse at this time, only an inch or so at a time for which I was grateful. I was rather dreading what it would be like when he got going, even with poppers and other things happening I was afraid I'd disgrace myself by yelling too loudly. I'd never had anything like it up my arse before and somehow it felt as if he was still growing, throbbing hotly inside me. The hands left my body alone for a moment, apart from those holding my head trapped from behind, whilst someone clambered onto the table and crouched down, his cock only a foot or so from my face and his arse a like distance from my chest. 'I've been waiting all day for this boy.' Boy? He was little older than myself, slim pale skinned with a nice cut cock of about 5 inches in its flaccid state. From what I could see of his face he probably needed his half weekly shave and his even teeth shone quite brightly as he grinned down at my trapped body. 'Here we go then,' he grimaced very slightly and then a stinking stream of yellow piss erupted from his cock spraying my face and the body holding it before he changed his aim and directed the flow directly into my open mouth. I couldn't close my mouth, I need it open to breathe and was unable spit enough back out fast enough to stop myself from swallowing a great deal of the hot acrid stream. As his flow began to slow he clenched his teeth again and after a couple of little farts sighed in relief as his features relaxed and he took a swig from a can someone placed in his hands as I felt a warm lump land on my chest, a lump that I could feel get larger and warmer. Even if it had not been obvious what was happening the smell would have been enough. 'Right then. You have fun with that,' as he stood up he sprayed the contents of his mouth over my face, the beer he'd been swilling round his mouth for the past few minutes now mixed with his spit, 'Thought you'd like a drink boy.' Now I could see it. He'd said he'd been waiting all day, that pile I could just make out looked more like all week. There was enough shit there I thought to cover me. There almost was. 'Right then,' said the voice trapping my head, 'Lets have some lube mixed in here.' As various people started to spit and hawk on my body his hands came into view for the first time. They were covered in rubber gloves with pimples on that slightly scratched at my skin as he grabbed hold of lumps of shit and used the various slimy spit trails to cove my body down as far as he could reach and up to my face, either side of my mouth. 'We wont fill that just yet,' he murmured, 'Ive been promised I can use it later.' Spat on and pissed on. Stood up with all mess running down body. Forced to enter dirty old cottage. Shit on. Made to wash with. Yes. It had been dangerous, it had been enjoyed. My mistake was that now my body was hooked and needed more. There was no way I'd be satisfied with what I'd been used to before now.