Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 03:39:03 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: The Garden, Chapter 8 The Garden - Adult Entertainment by Anthony D Thomas Usual disclaimers apply. The following contains male-to-male sex and is written for entertainment rather than enlightenment. If you are under age, such reading is illegal in your country, or just here to satisfy some prurient desire before complaining - then go elsewhere. Otherwise, please enjoy. Comments and suggestions please to antomuk@hotmail.com Contents include: Watersports and a quite a bit more bit more. S&M and audience. Chapter Eight I soon found out what he meant as my body was pushed back onto the cold vinyl and a couple of straps fastened over my chest and waist leaving my arse right on the edge and my legs dangling down uncomfortably. That was soon cured when hands lifted them up and out and fastened them of somehow, I was beyond caring just then and the goggles that had been placed over my eyes restricted my view. I just wanted to lie there and rest but that was not to be. I half heard in the background at least a couple more people enter the room. I could only see a very small area directly in front of my blocked up and now strap restricted head, the voices did appear somehow to be younger than the couple who'd been abusing my body. 'There you are boys,' I heard. 'Just like Peter promised you. He's all yours for a bit while we get charged up again.' 'Do you promise he won't bite?' That was a younger voice. 'Soon make sure,' said Peter as he forced a rubber-covered ring in my open mouth and with a fumble strapped it round behind my head. 'Now he can't.' 'Can we really hurt him? And the other things? What if he yells?' 'Of course you can,' came the reply. 'Just like we promised. Just keep within the rules, no perm harm and it don't matter if he yells. No one will hear him apart from us.' The rustle of clothing and murmured voices I'd been hearing stopped to be followed by the return of a poppers soaked cloth under my nose laying slightly over my open mouth accompanied by several smallish hands moving over my body, pinching and tweaking as they went. It wasn't long before some of them were pulling and twisting my balls while others were doing the same to my nipples. I started gasping and when attempting to wriggle my body discovered I could now hardly move. My gasps obviously were appreciated as there were some giggles and a hand started to slap at my arse, as first gently but soon with enough force to make me yelp, just a little bit. There were more giggles and I felt a body clamber on the table and could just make out a pair of young brown legs standing astride my waist before a stream of hot piss jetted down and was being played back and forth from my cock to my chest. 'Go on. Aim for his mouth.' 'OK.' The slowing stream moved up to my face soaking it all over before steadying down to fill my immobile mouth. I was unable to spit it all out and had to swallow some in order just to breath. The stream stopped but the body remained and I could feel vibrations transmitted from his legs to my body as he jacked off shooting quickly over my face. He had to be young; no one older would have cum so quickly after a piss with just a few strokes. He knelt down astride my chest and used his hand to wipe some of the piss and cum from my face to my mouth. 'Taste this,' he whispered in my ear; 'You'll be getting another load later. See if you can tell mine from my brothers?' I was right. He was young. Mid teens I'd say. 'Are you ready to shoot yet?' I heard Peter's friend ask. The answer must have been in the negative as he continued, 'Well then. Change places with your brother and get a close up of how to make use of a nice arse then.' The lad who'd just cum over me jumped down to be replaced by another young brown body who also knelt down but this time I could just make out with his arse toward my face. He scooted backwards and then lowered his body aiming his cock straight into my blocked open mouth. I managed to see a reasonable half erect cut black cock 3 to 4 inches long and round in proportion before a set of almost hairless balls landed on my chin. His light stomach and chest lay down over mine, his chin landing just shot of my cock. I was nearly six foot so he must have been about half a foot shorter. If I'd thought my body was restricted before, now it was locked down. The problem was his chin fell just where it would send the most shock to my bloated full bladder and after the punishment my body had been accepting and the high it was floating on from the regularly applied poppers I just couldn't hold it any longer. To my surprise his head shot forward and his mouth closed over my spraying cock swallowing as fast as it could while his hands kept on squeezing it hard as he tried to slow down the stream. At the same time a large hand applied several strokes to my bare bottom. 'I'll teach you to piss over my sons. He'll feed most of it back to you soon enough but you need to be punished for not asking first.' The lad removed his mouth as I managed to hold back on the stream. It had relieved the pressure for a moment but I knew only too well I'd soon have to let loose again. How could I ask for permission if my mouth was gagged open, not to mention now plugged by a warm black cock? 'Pull his cock and balls back out of the way,' continued the voice, 'and I'll show this lad what happens when he don't ask first.' There were more giggles at this comment and a hand grabbed roughly on my balls and pulled them and my cock back onto my stomach whilst his outstretched legs clamped either side of my head. All I could see through the goggles was a short stretch of taut hairless brown arse neatly bisected by a crack placed just in front of my nose. I only had time to catch a quick inhalation of warm young body before a voice said 'Count,' and a trap was laid across my arse with some force. I yelled, or a least I tried to do so but was quite unable to do more than grunt past the cock plunged deep in my mouth and now quickly lengthening as it hardened and thrust further down my throat. If it had not been for the rubber covered ring forcing my mouth open he would probably have been cut off at the root. As it was only my tongue reacted sufficiently for him to feel and he sure liked the feel as while one voice counted 'One, Two, Three,' he got more and more excited, either at the feel or what he could see close up of the strap landing and while his hips were now thrusting up and down slamming his cock rapidly in and out of my mouth he was calling out, 'Yes! Yes! Hit him harder. Harder. Hurt him!!' 'Four, Five, Six.' And with that call he shot straight down my throat before I had time to catch a breath, almost choking me in the process. 'Oh Yes!' he said, 'this was worth waiting for. I can hardly wait for what happens next. I wasn't sure I could either but was daft enough or something that when I was asked if OK to continue answered 'Yes' and when asked if I wanted more poppers 'No.' Even whilst I did so one part of me, admittedly a little part, told me I was stupid but the other part, the part flying on earlier poppers and newer endorphins didn't want to wait long either. That part didn't have to.