This is the final chapter. Thanks for being patient!!
Some readers may find this material offensive. But if you're reading chatper 5 you don't really need a warning...
Cabins, scallies and gay sex: Part 5
It took me a few moments to take the situation in. John was spreadeagled to the double bed, stark naked and squirming. His throbbing cock glistened with spit so I assumed Dan had been warming his mouth up on it. It stuck straight up into the air like a pole and quivered with his heartbeat. Dan was also naked, his own more modest erection hanging down loosely. He was standing in front of me in silence, but his stare, like Johns, bored into me. Chris locked the door and eased himself into a chair.
"Steve. Say hello to John. John, this is the guy who let us get you the first time. He saw you but didn't try to help you. Its his fault that you're here at all in fact." John bellowed some sort of threat, but it was muffled by the duct tape. Chris just kept smiling. "Dan, this is your best friend who lured you into our cabin instead of coming alone. He stabbed you in the back." Dan stepped forward and grabbed hold of my cock, thick and obvious under my jeans. I squirmed but he had a good grip. "Get on your knees," he growled in a voice I didn't recognise. I shook my head, and he slapped me. He hit me so hard I fell to one side, roughly freeing my cock in the process. I had barely hit the floor before Dan and Chris were ripping at my clothes. Chris ran his hands over my bald head lovingly, while Dan was just tearing at me in anger. I rolled onto my stomach to avoid him grabbing me again, but he just grabbed hold of my jeans and tore them off violently. I felt his knees settle into place against the outside of my thighs, and realised what he was doing. My best friend was going to mount me like a dog.
I felt a wet hand (probably Chris) slide between my cheeks and rub quickly before the hot nudging of Dan's cock told me he was ready. His hands wrapped around my waist and steadied me. I moaned through my gag. After all the torment I'd gone through, and the bad things I'd done, it was all going to be for nothing. I'd have given anything to have Chris take my anal virginity, but instead I was about to be raped by someone who had been the sweetest, best friend a guy could have. A guy I'd ruined. His cock eventually found my hole and he pushed with as much force as he could. I knew he was trying to make it as painful as he could, but he wasn't experienced enough. His cock wasn't big enough, and kept flopping out. He couldn't build up a rythmn. He was too angry.
Chris stepped in to remedy the situation. "Get up." Dan heaved me to my feet and I wobbled a little, my arse burning with pain. Chris was wanking Johns cock furiously, one hand absently rubbing a nipple to get the scally steel-hard. He strained and groaned against the ropes holding him down, but he eventually had to lie back and let himself be worked on like a dumb animal. Once he was fully hard Chris looked at me. "Ride him, slut."
I slung one leg over John, then knelt up, towering over him as he glared up at me. Chris chuckled as he stroked my cock. "Now you two straight boys can have some fun. Steve, ride that scumbags cock, and you John, you hurt him with your cock, because you won't get to hurt him any other way." Having said this, he sat back, with Dan standing beside him.
Conscious of everyone watching me I felt sick. But I started to lower myself. Johns cock felt like a log as I pressed down on it, but he strained to keep it full of blood, and pushed up as I pushed down. I grunted in pain as he swelled in my guts, and I could feel he was much bigger than Dan. But I kept pushing until my cheeks rested on his thighs, and my balls brushed his six-pack.
The pain was excruciating, and John twisted his hips to make his cock move around inside me, to hurt me even more. But I straightened my legs a little, then relaxed them, over and over, sliding up and down Johns pole like the slut I'd become. He started thrusting as well, unconsciously and slowly at first, but getting more urgent as the pleasure grew. We were looking into each others eyes, both our mouths taped, and I couldn't believe the change in fortunes over one week. Last week me and John had been ploughing some poor bastard from either end in a petty prank. One week later and we were performing like cheap whores on some guys bed! I hadn't noticed the other two coming over, until Chris put a hand on my back and bent me over. "Ride him like this." I obeyed. I could go faster in this position, but it hurt more. John moaned quietly in my face, closing his eyes, so it was obviously nicer for him. "Wait a second," Chris instructed gently. I did, then screamed in agony.
My hole was already stretched with Johns fat cock in it, but Dan had now shimmied up behind me, and popped a finger in as well! I felt like I was splitting in half. The finger pulled out, but I could feel the heat of Dans body as he crept behind. With a lot of manoeuvring and lube, Dans cock was soon pressed against Johns, both lads inside of me, thrusting at different speeds. As Dan pushed in, John slid out, and vice versa. I felt like I was being fucked by a jack-hammer. Both of them however were rubbing cocks together and both started moaning. Chris had one last trick to add though.
He pulled a double-ended dildo from somewhere and removed our tape gags long enough to force one end into Johns mouth, and push my head down onto the other end. We both started to work on it as though our lives depended on it. The dildo wasn't very long at all, so as we both went down on it, our lips met, and we held eye contact as we did it.
This went on for ages, or it felt like it anyway. Then, at some signal from chris (who was now naked), Dan climbed off the bed. I was dragged off too, and the dildo fell to the floor. Chris sprung on John like a cat and hammered his cock into Johns mouth, making him gag and choke. But Chris just started fucking him hard in the face. Dan pushed me to my knees, held my head in place with his hands, then started fucking my face. His smooth crotch kept hitting me in the nose as I sucked as best I could. Chris climbed off John and said, "Dont swallow. Hold the come." Then he kissed Dan. Dan moaned and his cock squirted into my mouth, I caught the hot liquid on my tongue and collected it. When he was done he slid out and Chris replaced him. I held my lips on the tip of his cock while he jerked it, and soon he added his own batch of juices to my mouth. I kept it all in my cheeks, its salty taste making me sick, as I was dragged over to John. As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, I could taste me ass on it. Chris jerked the lad off, who groaned with satisfaction as he blasted load after load into my already full mouth.
I looked up at Chris with my cheeks bulging and he said, "Give it all to John." I leaned down and John gasped in horror. "Oh fuck no, noooo mppphhhhhh...." I locked my lips onto his and forced his mouth open, before pushing all the mixed come into his quivering mouth. Then I forced my tonuge into his mouth and swirled it around, making sure the come coated both of us.
I was led into another bedroom and spreadeagled to the bed there. Chris and Dan had plans for us. Dan threw a blanket over me and left the room. I reckoned it to be close to 2am before he came back and fucked me again. He fucked me twice more that night, and he rode me once. He fell asleep lying on top of me, his head on my chest. In the next room, grunts and squeaks told me that John was being shagged relentlessly. We were sex slaves for the weekend, and I had little doubt that if ever any of the gays in my school were horny, I'd be abducted and used. I was just like John, a straight boy enslaved. The only difference was, I enjoyed it...
Well thats it! Tell me what you think. Also, if you have any kinky fantasy scenario, tell me and I'll make a nifty story out of it. Send me your ideas.