College Swim Team Captain

By ben harrison

Published on Jan 10, 2025

Gay

This is gay erotic fiction story involving sexual acts between men. If this offends you or you are not of legal age to read explicit sexual material, read no further. Any resemblance to any person, place, or event is coincidental.

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College Swim Team Captain

Chapter 1: Garrett's story, late May 2023

It was early Friday afternoon of Memorial Day weekend. As I left the Wyandotte University gym I felt a real sense of accomplishment. I'd finished my last finals that morning, and was confident that I had aced all this semester's courses in my econ/ computer science double major. I ought to have a 3.8 or 3.9. for the semester. I was pretty sure my GPA was a bit higher than Dad's was when he graduated here, nearly 30 years ago.

The Wyandotte U swim team had just finished its last practice of the year; it was an easy 90 minutes, really just a reminder to us to stay in shape over the summer as the next meet wasn't until August. As team captain, I was the last to leave the gym, comfortably dressed for the day in khaki shorts and a bright blue polo shirt. I had a lot more confidence now in my ability to lead the team than three weeks ago when they elected me; we'd already gotten a good handle on what we needed to do over the summer to prepare for next year.

I'm Garrett Pennington, a 21 year old college junior, 6-3, with short light brown hair and a lean build. I've had a reasonably satisfying dating life at college, but there's no current girlfriend, and I don't feel a need for one right now. I have a wide circle of acquaintances and a small group of good friends. I realize, far more than I did in high school, how fortunate I am, with supportive parents and a close family.

The campus is shutting down for a four day weekend, and I've got no responsibilities before I start a summer job next Wednesday. As I walk across the parking lot to catch a bus to my off campus apartment, I hear a baritone voice behind me. "Pennington!" I turn to see three members of the college's athletic staff walking toward me, grinning and laughing. Lowry McCarthy, 34, is the college's assistant athletic director. Dave Woodruff, 31, is deputy director of the Athletic Department's public affairs office. Hank Robinson, 27, is an assistant defensive coach for the university football team. All three are in jeans and casual long sleeve shirts. I'm usually one of the tallest men in a room, but I always feel dwarfed by the three ex- jocks, all former football stars at the university. The three of them together are an overwhelming presence, their bodies still an amazing display of muscle and athleticism, long after their playing days are over, their personalities filling whatever space they occupy. I haven't seen them together like this in a while, and I wonder what they are up to.

I've known all three men since my freshman year, chatting with them at several athletic department functions each year, but I've only spent any extended time with Dave, who arranged and helped me prepare for several media appearances after my recent swim meet successes. With my senior year approaching, I've been hoping to get to know them better. They seem to have it all together, and I'd like their advice in navigating the transition from college to the real world. I also envy the easy camaraderie they seem to share.

Dave and I ran into each other at a local bar one Saturday night a few weeks ago. I'd always felt a connection with Dave, but never thought of it as more than a casual friendship. Maybe it was the drinks, but I felt more comfortable with him that evening than I did with few people beyond my closest buddies on the swim team. I was taken aback when he invited me back to his house, and even more surprised when I agreed, but he seemed to be the right person at the right time. It turned into an unexpectedly interesting night. I recall that Dave was a a good top man and a great kisser, but I also enjoyed the lengthy, low key conversation over breakfast the next morning.

Dave is 6-4, with boyish good looks. His intelligence, charm and gentle wit serve him well in his work in public affairs. Fit and athletic, he sports a brushy mustache and has short light brown hair and brown eyes. He played running back in college; he works hard but is easy going with his colleagues. He received both bachelor's and master's degrees at Wyandotte and has worked in the Athletic Department public affairs office for eight years.

Lowry is 6-6 with short dark brown hair, still fit and muscular with strikingly rugged good looks and steely blue eyes. He was a tight end in college, then played pro football three years. He has worked at Wyandotte about ten years. Lowry has an intimidating presence and a take charge approach to everything he does; after three years, I'm still not completely comfortable around him. I've heard his colleagues describe him as driven, aggressive, sometimes a hard boss but always fair, a self admitted control freak. They say that he pushes himself and his staff but always shows his appreciation for their work.

Hank, 28, is 6-8. As a linebacker in college he was known to his teammates as Beast, and he retains the bulk and muscle from his playing days. Like Lowry, he played pro ball for two years, and has worked on the Wyandotte football coaching staff for three years. Hank is a gentle giant with green eyes, short, reddish- brown hair and a full, well- trimmed, bright red beard and mustache. He enjoys coaching and is well liked and respected by his colleagues and the players with whom he works. His usual low key, reassuring manner can put almost anyone at ease, but he knows how intimidating his appearance can be. A couple of times I'd seen him use that to his advantage. It's entertaining to watch but it would be terrifying to be on the receiving end of it.

Lowry had a sly grin on his face as he slapped me on the shoulder with a force that almost made me stagger.

"Captain Pennington! How's it feel to be on top of the world?"

"Thanks, sir." I caught my breath and tried to steady my nerves. "Life is good! Finals are done, and we just finished the last team practice for the year. I'm excited about being captain, even though it's a lot of pressure. I want to keep the team's momentum going next year."

"You've got this," said Dave, "you'll do an awesome job. Just remember to take care of yourself, too."

I walked with them toward a new Athletic Department club cab pickup as we chatted about the swim team and the football prospects for next fall. Something seemed a bit off in the conversation, but I was more curious than apprehensive.

"Are you in town all summer?" asked Lowry.

"Yes sir, I start a summer job at an accounting firm downtown on Wednesday."

"We should meet up again now that our schedules have eased off," winked Dave.

"That would be good," I smiled. Dave's comment put me more at ease.

"Do you need a ride?" Lowry asked, opening the truck. "We're heading out for a few days camping in the state forest."

"Some quality guy time," Dave explained.

"You know, male bonding," Hank grinned. The three all laughed. "The weather will be perfect, it's supposed to be clear and cool all weekend."

"Sure," I replied cheerfully. "I was about to catch the bus but I'm on your way, just off Walnut and 16th." Lowry opened the rear door and I tossed in my backpack. It was light today, with only my laptop, a book, and my still damp swimsuit and jock.

Hank climbed in the driver's seat, Lowry took shotgun, Dave and I climbed in the back. Dave winked at me again as the truck pulled out of the parking lot. The four of us chatted amiably, continuing our discussions about work, summer plans, and sports. They peppered me with questions and some light teasing about my coursework, summer job, and, as I put it, my non- existent social life. After a few minutes, Dave rested a hand lightly on my knee and rubbed my thigh, absent mindedly it seemed, as the conversation continued.

After a few minutes I looked up and realized that the town's manicured lawns and strip malls had given way to dense woods and rolling hills. I'd been lost in the conversation, and we were now several miles past the turnoff to my apartment. "Hey, Hank, I'm sorry, you need to turn around, you've driven way past my place." Hank didn't respond but looked in the rear view mirror with a grin.

Lowry turned to me with a funny expression- not quite a smile. "Captain, we thought you might want to see the place we're camping. It's just fifteen miles from town, we can take you right back."

"Sir, I appreciate the thought, but I have things I need to do this afternoon," I protested.

"It's 100 acres of old farmland that Garrett's family has owned for five generations", Dave explained. "It's mostly forested now."

"We're staying in a barn we use as a hunting cabin in the fall. It's spartan but comfortable. Hell, you ought to join us," smiled Lowry. "It's a great place to relax and let off steam. We'd all enjoy spending some quality time with you."

The chance to spend a weekend with these icons of the college athletic program was full of possibilities- exciting, arousing, and alarming. I knew Hank was gay, although the man had never been more than friendly to me; and I was as sure that Lowry was straight as I had been about Dave before our recent encounter. My mind raced to a dozen thoughts of how the long weekend could play out and I had mixed feelings about all of them.

"I've got a funny feeling about this," I stuttered. Dave shifted closer to me and trapped me in a tight bear hug. "Chill, Garrett."

"What the fuck?"

"Relax, little buddy," said Lowry soothingly. "Dave told us you were interested in a kidnap role play. The barn is very secluded. It's the perfect spot to take a hot young man once you've snatched him from a parking lot."

"Are you guys kidnapping me?" I thought I knew these guys. They seemed unlikely criminals.

"Not for real," said Lowry. "For one, I don't want to go to jail. We aren't sending a ransom note, and we'll release you Monday or Tuesday. But we could make it as realistic as possible."

"We won't hurt you," said Dave.

"Not much," chuckled Hank with an evil grin. "We'll have three days of uninterrupted time. Most of that you'll be tied up, but we can be very entertaining. We'll show you some brotherly love."

Lowry wrapped his meaty hand around my lower jaw. "We won't leave any marks or scars. If you do as we tell you, we'll treat you well." His grip tightened. "If you cross me, you'll regret it." His steely blue eyes bored into mine. His predatory toughness was both frightening and intriguing.

Dave relaxed his hold on my chest but didn't release me. "From my limited experience with you, I think you'll enjoy it, as long as you don't make Lowry angry."

"We can turn around now and take you home," said Lowry, still gripping my jaw. "No hard feelings. I figure most guys your age don't have the cojones to take the chance. Just know if you're in, it lasts all weekend. No getting out until we decide we're done. We'll take you home Monday evening, safe and sound. Of course, this stays with us- we won't share what happens with anyone else, and we expect that you're mature enough that you won't either."

I considered for a minute. Did I trust these guys? Despite my apprehension, I did. "Sure. I'm in."

"Awright!" exclaimed Hank. The three men shared satisfied grins.

"Nice hook you set there, Lowry, to reel him in," chuckled Dave, as he tightened his grip around my waist.

Lowry reached over the seat and handed Dave a bandanna. "Blindfold him, he shouldn't see where we are going. Gag him too, I don't want to hear him whine." Dave pulled my head and torso down to rest on his lap, secured the bandanna over my eyes, then wrapped another one tightly over my mouth. A hard mound in his pants pressed against my cheek.

A short time later we turned off the four lane highway onto a gravel road. The road became increasingly rough and bumpy. Dave kept my arms pinned behind my back, holding me down, gently yet firmly. "You comfortable, kid?" he asked. I nodded, as Dave idly massaged my ass.

We drove another fifteen minutes or so. The men reviewed the supplies they had brought earlier or packed in the SUV and what else they might need. I was impressed at how well they had planned the camping trip, with plenty of food, equipment, cases of water and beer, ice, and Jack Daniels; propane for the grill at the barn, two smaller camp stoves, cook kits, and paper goods. "I'm going back to town tomorrow morning and can bring anything we've missed," Lowry said. "Hank, did you bring rope?

"I brought lots of rope. You know how much I like rope."

Dave squeezed my ass. "Hear that, swim boy? Just like when I tied you up at my house. Only for three days and nights."

"Maybe longer," said Lowry, squeezing my shoulder.

The car rolled to a stop. I heard Lowry get out; the car moved forward briefly and Lowry got back in. I guessed we had passed a farm gate. The roadway became even rougher. "Take the blindfold off, let him see the place," Lowry directed. Dave lifted me up. We were on a narrow dirt road with a mix of brush and tall trees around us. The truck topped a low hill; ahead was a ramshackle but well maintained barn, and a smaller shed with half the roof fallen in. There was a small clearing next to the barn with a couple of picnic tables and a fire pit. I remained both anxious and excited. I was fully hard. I wondered if the men would notice, then realized it didn't matter, then hoped they would.

The truck pulled in next to the barn and stopped. "Let's tie him up first," said Lowry gruffly. Lowry and Hank hopped out. Dave pulled me out of the car and pinned me against the side of the truck as Lowry placed a hand on top of my head. Hank grabbed a coil of rope from the back of the pickup and deftly tied my wrists together, then looped a rope around my arms just above the elbows and pulled them snugly but not uncomfortably together. Taking my by the arm, Lowry force marched me toward an open doorway of the barn. "I'll take some pictures, you guys start unloading."

I inhaled a mix of odors- honeysuckle not far away, the scent of cow manure and fresh hay, a musty odor from the barn as we reached the doorway. "Sit," ordered Lowry, and shoved me to the ground, then pulled me around so I was leaning against the side of the barn in the shade. He pulled the gag off and left it around my neck, then stepped back and took a cell phone from his pocket. He shot several pictures. "You look suitably uncomfortable, kid. Can you smile for Daddy?" I couldn't help myself and cracked a smile. Lowry grinned. "Good. Where's your cell phone?"

"Back pocket." Lowry rolled me over and pulled it out.

"Is the Mullins kid your roommate?"

"Jim, yes."

"Is he still in town?"

"I think he's here until next week."

"Good." Lowry paged through the phone, then texted a message, talking to himself as he did. "Jim... I'm going camping with some buddies. See you Monday or Tuesday. ... Any other roommates?"

"Lee Whitaker, he headed home today."

"Do you have a steady girlfriend- or boyfriend?"

"Nope. "

"OK. You won't need this for a few days." He pocketed the phone and pulled out a cigar, cut off the end with a jackknife, and lit it. "Hank, come tie the boy's legs," he called. Lowry squatted next to me, our faces only inches apart. "Son," he said, his voice taking on a threatening tone, "you'll be staying with us here for a few days. We have some ....demands, and we're sure your old man can afford to pay them. We've been watching you for awhile now, and you're the perfect target for some ransom money." He blew smoke into my face; I coughed, then stifled it.

"So long as you do what we say we won't hurt you. You'll probably be uncomfortable. Tough. We're going to use you. If you cooperate, relax and do as we ask, you ought to enjoy it too. You don't decide what we do, or when, or how. We do. Don't forget that. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy." He patted me on the shoulder. "Want a puff on this?" he asked, holding the cigar toward me. "Yes sir, thanks." Lowry held it in my mouth while I took a couple of puffs, then stood and moved aside for Hank who squatted to tie ropes around my ankles, calves, and thighs. "Do you always over do that, Henry?" Lowry asked, deadpan, then started toward the truck. Ten feet away he turned back to me. "We're gonna ask your daddy for a couple million dollars. That's a shitload of money. You're a smart, handsome kid but I don't see how you're worth that. Do you think you're worth that much?"

"Yes sir, I do."

"More important, does your daddy think so?"

"I know he does."

"Well, all right then." He headed to the truck.

Hank finished tying me and looked me in the eyes. "Do you want some water?"

"Yes, please." Hank held the bottle while I took several long sips, then replaced the gag and tightened it.

"Don't go anywhere, kid," he laughed. It was sunny and pleasantly cool in the shade of the barn. I watched the three men unload the truck and set up the camp. Dave started a fire, and began putting together a kitchen under a rainfly, connecting a propane tank to the grill and setting up two camp stoves. Hank took off his shirt and split wood. His hairy, muscular physique, impressive with a shirt on, was even more so without one.

Lowry, carrying several duffels and bins, disappeared into the barn. From where I sat, I could glance in the barn but see only a few feet past the door. I felt disoriented, and the mix of fear and anticipation remained surprisingly arousing. Lowry's comment about my father and the ransom disturbed me. Lowry had said they would make this as realistic as they could. I couldn't believe these men were actually capable of a crime like this. But if they were, how would it end?

After about twenty minutes Hank finished chopping wood, spoke briefly to Dave, then walked over to me with a beer. Sweat glistened on his brawny chest and arms. He removed the gag and held the beer for me to drink a few swigs. "It would be easier if we got you a straw, kid." Hank reached down and groped my cock, which had been straining against my jeans since we left the truck. "You seem to have a hard on. Are you enjoying this?"

"I don't think enjoy is the right word."

Hank chuckled. "See if you can manage it. We'll sure have a good time."

Lowry walked out of the barn and whistled to Dave who joined them, looming ominously, unsmiling, over me. Lowry again squatted next to me, still smoking his cigar. He stared at me silently for nearly a minute and then held the cigar close to my face. I felt the heat and struggled not to flinch. Something told me to show them I was not afraid, that I could take whatever they did to me. I vowed silently that I would not cry. Lowry put the cigar back in his mouth, then stuck a finger in my mouth. I sucked on it. His voice was low and menacing. "You know what we want you to do." I nodded.

I was still tied hand and foot. Dave stepped up to me, rolled me on my side and then pulled me up to my knees with an assist from Hank. I winced at the pain but stifled a cry. Dave pulled down his pants. He was going commando, and pushed his hard, seven inch cut cock to my lips. He smelled of wood smoke, a hint of Old Spice, and sweat.

"Suck it, Garrett. Show me how much you want this." I opened my mouth and took Dave's cock as deeply as I could. "Keep your eyes on me," Dave ordered. I bobbed my head and sucked, working to please Dave, my tongue playing up and down the length of his shaft as I felt a rough hand on my head, guiding my movements. Lowry blew cigar smoke in my face. It made me cough but I continued to suck Dave's prick. Hank knelt next to me and pulled up my shirt, his calloused hands massaging my nipples roughly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Dave gripped my head tightly. He was enjoying the power he had over me. So was I.

Lowry stroked and pinched my neck as Dave continued to pump into my mouth. One of them pushed my head down deep on Dave's cock and I gagged. Dave withdrew for a moment, then shoved it back in. "Take it all." One of the men had moved behind me, pulled down my pants and boxers, and was stroking and squeezing my cock and balls. Having my stiff cock finally free of the constraint of my jeans was a relief. I was lost in the sensation of Dave's warm flesh in my mouth, the pulsing veins of his cock on my tongue, six hands stroking and teasing my body.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," Dave growled. I nodded, my mouth full, and felt Dave's cock throb and then the warm, salty fluid shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed it all, then worked to suck the last drops out of him. "Good boy," Dave grunted, then moved back as Lowry quickly took his place in front of me, his pants and boots off, the cigar still in his mouth.

Lowry grabbed my jaw, tilted my head back, leaned over and spat in my mouth. I choked, coughed, then swallowed it. Lowry grinned, blowing smoke in my face as I leaned in to lick his dick. Lowry's aroma was cigar smoke, sweat and musk. "Suck my balls, swim captain. Take them both in your mouth," Lowry commanded. His cock, uncut, an inch longer than Dave's, slapped my face.

Dave moved behind me and his finger slipped past my pucker, cold and slick with lube. "You like this, boy?" Dave growled as his finger probed deeply. I muttered yes, my mouth full of Lowry's balls, licking and sucking them, until Lowry pulled back and then shoved his dick in my mouth. My tongue flicked Lowry's foreskin and Lowry sighed happily. The combination of sensations overwhelmed me, my mouth full of hot flesh, my asshole stretched by the invading finger, my nipples tugged, my cock stroked. I felt sure I would soon explode.

Lowry roughly grabbed the back of my head, slamming his cock deep into my mouth, fucking my face, his thrusts forceful and deep. I gagged and choked but couldn't pull away. Lowry eased up, pulling out slightly and letting my mouth linger on his cock, sucking it easily, before he resumed his deep thrusts.

Dave now had two fingers probing my ass, stretching the ring. Dave reached my prostate and my cock exploded, as Hank continued to stroke it and gently squeeze my balls.

Lowry pulled out as I gasped for breath and Hank placed his fingers, sticky with my cum, in my mouth, then painted my face with the goo. "Guys, we have plenty of condoms, be sure to use them," Lowry said, then grabbed my skull and resumed his deep thrusts. Dave removed his fingers, and a moment later I felt him position his cock behind my hole, then push in, slowly but insistently.

"I'm cumming, swim boy," Lowry muttered as he rocked back and forth. I moaned as Lowry's orgasm, salty and bitter, filled my mouth. I swallowed and continued sucking Lowry's cock until he relented and pulled out.

Dave gripped my hips and slammed his dick deep into my ass. I gasped. The pain hung on but the fullness was stimulating. "You're so tight," he grunted. "Tell me how much you like this cock."

"Fuck me Dave", I groaned, my mouth briefly empty. Dave reached around and stroked my cock. "The kid shot a big load and he's still hard," he muttered.

I looked up to see Hank's cut cock, huge and imposing, in front of my face. I was dumbfounded. I'd never seen anything like it. It looked to be ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. Dave's hand gripped my hip, pushing deeper into me and driving me forward to Hank's dick. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to fit something so large in my mouth. But my need to show these men I could meet their challenges overcame my doubts. I opened my mouth wide, took a deep breath, and engulfed as much of Hank's cock as I could. It stretched my jaw to the limit, pushing against the back of my mouth. My eyes watered as I tasted Hank's precum on my tongue, struggling to breathe around the massive pecker. My tongue swirled around the head, tickling the sensitive flesh. Despite the size, in comparison to Lowry Hank was almost gentle and tender.

"That's it, buddy," Hank whispered. "You're doing great." I realized I had less than half of Hank's cock in my mouth. Hank let me bob up and down for a few minutes, then cupped my chin with his hand and began to thrust slowly, allowing me time to adjust to his size. As I began to relax, Hank picked up the pace, fucking my mouth in long deep strokes.

Dave continued to pump in and out of my ass, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in, stroking my cock in tempo to his movement, and gripping my hips. Lowry, kneeling by my side, grabbed my nipples and twisted them roughly. I let out a sharp cry, muffled by Hank's cock in my mouth. Lowry slid his hand lower, rolling my balls roughly in his palm. I tensed and whimpered as his fingers tightened, then released.

Hank thrust harder and faster. My jaw ached from the strain, but I wasn't going to disappoint him. I was sandwiched between Dave and Hank, their combined weight and strength overwhelming me. I again felt the pressure in my gut and groin, the need for release once more insistent.

Dave's thrusts grew rougher, his hips slamming into me, his cock throbbing inside me. He uttered a loud, wordless moan, and thrust one last time, balls deep in my ass. His cock jerked and pulsed, emptying itself, and Dave collapsed on top of me. Lowry stroked my cock until I shot again, then continued to milk me until I yelped.

Hank slammed into my throat. His cock twitched and pulsed and he groaned as he came, filling my mouth. He pulled out, his organ still throbbing, and hugged me tightly, supporting me. Dave pulled out and wrapped his arms around my waist. I was trapped between the two of them, both holding me in a tight embrace.

Hank pulled me to my feet and delivered a long deep kiss. The three of us stood there, slightly dazed from our orgasms, hanging on to each other.

Lowry went to the ice chest and returned with three beers, holding one to help me drink. "We're not finished with you yet son, but we'll give you a little rest." He untied my ankles and legs but left my hands bound behind me. Dave took off my shoes and socks, then pulled off my pants and shorts, which were bunched around my knees. After a few minutes Lowry and Hank exchanged glances, then wordlessly steered me into the barn and pushed my back up against a wooden post. "Don't move, boy," commanded Lowry. The rough wood dig into my shoulders. I looked at Lowry's hard cock and guessed what was coming next.

Hank gave me a few swigs from his beer, then turned me to face the post, untied my hands, legs and arms, and helped me stretch out and flex. "How's your circulation? Numb anywhere?"

"No sir, just stiff and sore." I grinned ruefully. I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed that, but I wasn't sure if I could handle Hank's massive tool if he fucked me.

My shirt had been pushed up to the top of my chest; Hank pulled it off, then retied my hands together around the back side of the post and gently kicked my legs farther apart. I glanced behind me. Hank nodded to Lowry, who stepped up behind me and hugged me while whispering in my ear. "You ready for this, swim boy?"

Lowry licked my ear, then tongued it, nuzzled my neck, and slapped my ass, hard, twice, before pushing me roughly against the post. Dave handed him the lube and Lowry slid on a condom, greased it, then thrust into me, slowly but steadily, until he was balls deep. He stretched me more than Dave had. He halted briefly and put his head over my shoulder, rubbing his bristly, day old beard on my neck and cheek. Then he grasped my dick with one hand, my hip with the other, and began to piston in and out, slowly at first and then faster, slamming into my prostate. I moaned. "Your ass is mine, Pennington. Mine and Dave's and Hank's. You're our little swimmer bitch."

I glanced back, seeing Lowry's hard face, his eyes steeled with concentration. Hank was rapt, watching, his hand on his huge cock. "I'm next, kid," he glowered. Dave was standing beside him, tweaking one of Hank's nipples. Lowry grabbed my head, turned it to face the post, and kept pounding. He swiveled his hips to a slightly different angle, and I felt him penetrate more deeply. As Lowry continued to pump in and out, I lost track of time; I wasn't sure how long this had been going on, only aware of the combination of pain and pleasure in my body, Lowry's mass behind me, his arms encircling me, Lowry's hands on my head or nipples or cock, the wood biting into my shoulders and knees.

Lowry let out a yowl and I felt him pulse deep in my gut. He continued pumping for a minute, slowed, then withdrew. "You're up, Robinson, see if you can milk another load out of him."

Hank moved in behind me. His paw grasped my head and turned it to look at him. He leaned in for a long, slow, deep kiss. I responded and our tongues played with each other. The kiss almost quelled my fear of Hank's monster cock.

"I always kiss a man before I fuck him," Hank said quietly. He pulled on a condom, checked that my ass was still slick, and thrust hard, forcing himself inside. I cried out, then stifled it.

Dave and Lowry had started slowly and then sped up. Hank seemed to be at maximum speed from the beginning, but the man wasn't going as deep as Lowry did. I was grateful for that. I felt his thickness inside me and seriously wondered if he was doing any damage. But when Hank pulled almost completely out, then rammed back in and hit my prostate, it was an even more mind numbing experience than I'd had with either Dave or Lowry. I zoned out. Hank's face contorted with passion as he hurled himself into me, at the same time squeezing my tits and massaging my pecker, his muscled arms encircling me and pulling me closer. I felt his chest rubbing against my back, his beard scratching my neck. Hank made a deep thrust and my cock blew, shooting a load of jism on the post and the straw on the floor. As my sphincter pulsed, Hank let loose inside me, slowed down and then gradually stopped, still buried in me.

For a moment we rested there, Hank's head on my shoulder, his arms around my chest. He said, "Damn Garrett, you're good. You're fucking tight and you've got a sweet sweet body."

"Great show, guys", exclaimed Dave. Hank looked back at him. "Woodruff, we did a nice job spit roasting him outside. I'm glad you broke him in for us." Hank pulled out slowly and I gasped. His exit was almost as great a shock as his entrance had been. Dave handed Hank a beer, and he drank it in one long gulp. I leaned against the post, drained and exhausted.

Lowry walked to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "Do you want some water, a beer, Gatorade?"

"Water, please." Lowry stepped outside to the ice chest, was back in a minute with several bottles of water, and held one for me as I chugged it. Some of it spilled on my bare chest but I was hot and sweaty enough that I didn't mind. Lowry rubbed my back. Hank was lying on the floor, stretching.

Dave finished his beer. "Lowry, are we ready to start dinner?"

"Yeah, I think we are spent. Particularly our unwilling guest." He leaned his head close to my ear and rumbled, his voice low but loud enough for the other two to hear, "I've watched you for three years now. Every year I'm impressed by the way your strength and stamina have grown. I don't know of many men with the endurance you showed today. Nice work, Pennington. You ought to feel proud."

"I feel used and abused." I grinned in spite of that.

"We said we were going to use you. You've had a hard on most of the time you've been here. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

"Some of it," I agreed. "OK, most of it." It was true. The power the men held over me, the way they used me while still making sure I enjoyed it, was intoxicating.

"There you go." Lowry looked at the others, his hand still on my shoulder. "Let's clean up and get dinner. Dave, you go first so you can start cooking. I'll help out when I get there." Dave walked outside and turned toward the back of the barn. I was still tied facing the post, my head turned sideways to watch the men. "Sir, uh, I'm going to need to take a piss and probably a shit soon."

"I could see that coming," laughed Hank. Lowry turned to him. "You're the restraint guru. Did you figure out-"

"Boss man, you worry too much, I have a plan and the gear. What's the fuss? If he gets loose he won't get far."

"I'm taking no chances. I sent the ransom note. Secure email via the dark web. They'll never trace it. If he gets out and goes to the police we're screwed."

Hank dug in one of the duffel bags stashed against the wall. "First is this handy dandy leg cuff." It was a leather strap with a buckle, about two inches wide. Hank tested the size on my leg, adjusted it and then snapped it on just above my ankle. "Simple locks. Same key for all of them." He handed Lowry a key. "We have two copies. Don't lose yours." Next, Hank pulled a long, light weight chain from the duffel, inserted one end in an eyebolt on the cuff, made a small loop and locked the end of the chain to itself with a small padlock. He fastened an identical padlock to the other end of the chain.

"So we put this end on a hook or loop it around a tree?"

"Exactly. It's good for the shitter or when we put him to bed. Here's the other option. You'll like this." Hank untied me, helped me stretch my arms, and examined my wrists. "Hmm, some rope burns. Is it painful?"

"No, just irritated."

"We'll put something on it. Lowry, hold him- no, from behind." Lowry grabbed my upper arms and moved in close behind me, his cock nudging my ass. I grunted, irritated. I was sore!

Hank measured out about twenty feet of lightweight cord from a spool and cut it off, then knelt in front of me. "I'm not happy with this--", I protested.

Hank cut me off. "Relax, I won't hurt you. Not now, at least." He took one end of the cord and looped it a few times around my scrotum, gently pulling my balls away from my body. It was tight but not uncomfortable. Then he handed the long trailing end of the cord to Lowry. "Tug it. Don't pull hard." Lowry didn't tug hard enough to make me move but it pulled my scrotum away from my body. I jumped.

Lowry did it again; I jumped again. Lowry tugged a little harder and I winced. "Sir, stop it. I'm a fast learner."

"I figured you'd like that, Lowry", grinned Hank.

"Fuck, I'll never let you tie me up," said Lowry, shaking his head. He gave me about ten feet of play on the leash. "Let's clean up. Get your shoes on, kid." He tossed me my tennis shoes. They wrapped the ankle chain around my neck so it wouldn't drag behind, and we walked, naked, toward the back of the barn. A low wooden fence enclosed a twenty foot square concrete slab adjacent to the barn. There was a five foot tall container on the roof of the barn, and a shower head a couple of feet below the roof. Dave was rinsing off under the shower. Lowry led me down hill toward the edge of the clearing, thirty feet away from the shower. He jerked the leash again, hard, and I almost stumbled. "We can piss here. Don't pick the same spot twice. If we all piss in the same place, it starts to reek after a few days ." He nodded in the direction of what was clearly an outhouse, a wood structure about five feet square with no door and vents on the sides. "You need to take a shit?"

"I'll take him", Hank volunteered, "you clean up. I'll make sure he doesn't go anywhere."

He unwrapped the chain from my neck, hanging on to the other end, and untied the cord around my balls. "I'll try to discourage his use of this," he said quietly, "he's a kid with a new toy." I used the outhouse; Hank locked the other end of the chain around a nearby tree but stayed there to keep an eye on me. "There`s toilet paper and hand sanitizer in the plastic bin. When you're done throw in a scoop of lime from the metal container. It keeps the odor down. Put the lid back on the bin." Surprisingly to me, we made small talk- the weather and college football. At one point Lowry called out something to Hank which I didn't hear and Hank responded, "We're good."

When I finished, Hank led me to the shower. Lowry and Dave were both gone. "There's a hand pump for the well here"- Hank demonstrated how it operated, then nodded to me to pump. "We fill it up both before and after a shower, so no one has to do a lot of work." I spotted water spill out of the top of the tank, just as Hank called stop. We kicked off our shoes and Hank locked the chain to the fence, then turned on the shower head. The water was cold. Hank got us both wet, then turned the water off and we scrubbed each other down with soap and a washcloth. Hank was gentle but thorough. "Lowry has something of a soap and water fetish- well, among other things- and it's rubbed off on me." He turned the water on again and we rinsed off. I felt refreshed and renewed. I was startled by Hank's care and tenderness. It was so at odds with the situation.

There were dry towels in a couple of plastic bins by the fence. We dried off, leaving the towels on the fence, and walked up to the fire pit where a small fire was ablaze. I smelled steak, barbecue sauce, and onions. Four camp chairs were set out by the fire pit, twenty feet from the picnic table where Lowry and Dave were busy cooking. Hank pointed me to one chair and locked the chain to a tree. "Sit. Are you cold?"

"I'm getting chilly."

"Dave," asked Hank, "do you have extra sweat pants and a sweat shirt in your duffel? Your clothes will fit the boy better than mine or Lowry's."

"Yeah, can you get them? Just pull out whatever works." Hank headed to the barn and returned in a minute in a shirt, with a bundle of clothes. He sat on one of the chairs, pulled on pants, socks and boots, then tossed the other clothes to me. "Put the shirt on first." Once I pulled the sweatshirt on, Hank scooted me back in the chair and looped a thick rope several times around the chair and my chest, under my arms, then tied it behind the chair. Hank then unhooked the chain from the ankle cuff, pulled the sweatpants up my legs (I couldn't reach them) and then pulled the drawstring snug around my waist. As he did this he stroked my cock playfully a couple of times, then roped my thighs to the chair, and reattached the ankle cuff.

"Lowry's right- you overdo it."

"We don't want you getting away. Can't take any chances." He ruffled my hair and pinched one nipple through the sweatshirt. "You want beer? Water?

"Water first, please, a beer would be good too."

Hank brought both back, then offered to help Lowry and Dave. "No, watch the boy. Dinner is almost ready." The men made small talk; I watched quietly, feeling left out of the conversation. Hank and Lowry served themselves on paper plates and sat down. Dave carried a plate of spare ribs, steak, carrots, potatoes, and onions to me. The steak was medium rare, cut into big pieces. Dave gave me a fork and spoon. Lowry growled, "Don't give the boy a knife." I ate with my fingers what I couldn't get with the fork, spilling meat juice and sauce on the sweatshirt. Dave laughed. "I'll send you the cIeaning bill."

The fire had burned down to embers; Lowry added another log. The sun had just set, the moon was low in the west, the sky was clear. "The stars will be beautiful tonight," Dave said. Hank got up for seconds. Lowry asked, "Pennington, are you getting enough to eat? We have plenty of food."

"I'd take more, please." Dave brought me another plate. "We've got to keep your energy up for the next three days."

"Or until your old man coughs up the dough," said Lowry. The three men continued to make small talk, mostly about work. Lowry finished his second plate, threw it in the fire, and stood over me. His fingers were red and sticky with barbecue sauce. "Open up, boy." He put two fingers, then three, in my mouth and I licked them clean. "Good job. You have multiple talents, son." He moved off to the edge of the woods to take a leak, then he and Hank cleaned up the dinner dishes while Dave sat across from me and we both nursed beers.

"How are you feeling, G man?" asked Dave quietly.

"Confused. Lots of mixed emotions."

"Roll with it. Take it a day at a time, see what happens."

"Where do we sleep tonight?"

"Out here. If it rains we'll go in the barn but it should be dry the next couple of days."

"Do you guys come out here a lot?"

"Usually just the three of us, maybe once every couple of months. Lowry comes out more often with some other buddies or his family. He's done a lot of work on the place in the last few years- the shower, for one. The barn isn't as decrepit as it looks. We can show you more later this weekend."

Lowry and Hank finished cleaning up, then sat down by the fire with cigars and bourbon. Hank stoked the fire and added more wood. They moved the chairs closer together and passed the bourbon around. Lowry sat next to me and passed me his cigar occasionally. After Lowry finished one he lit another, then moved to sit on my thighs, facing me, and pulled my sweatpants down, exposing my penis. "Not again," I sighed.

"Quiet, boy. Keep your hands down or I'll tie them down." He blew smoke in my face, then grasped my cock and held the cigar close to it. I felt the heat but resisted flinching, even as several ashes fell on my leg. Lowry moved the cigar around the base of my cock and singed several pubic hairs. "You need to trim your bush, kid. I can help with that." He moved the cigar around, singeing more hair and dropping more ash on my legs. I found myself hard again; Lowry flicked my cock with his thumb and chuckled.

Hank spoke softly, "Lowry, enough, give it a rest."

Lowry moved back to his chair and handed the cigar to me. I inhaled deeply. I felt as though I'd passed some sort of test. The bourbon came around again. Hank went in the barn and returned with a bottle of lotion, sat down on my thighs as Lowry had done, and applied the cool gel to the rope burns on my wrists, then to my cock, legs and butt.

"Feels better?"

"Yes, thanks." Hank moved back to rest on my ankles and began to rub my calves. "Dave, should we show the boy some love?"

"Guys, my ass can't take any more-- " I began, but Hank shushed me. "Lowry, give him your cigar. G, relax, we aren't going to fuck you again tonight." He rubbed my thighs, then bent down and sucked my balls and licked my shaft. Dave sat down next to Hank. The two of them alternated working on my cock and balls, licking me from neck to toes, or kissing me. When Dave or Hank were not kissing me, Lowry held the cigar in my mouth. They brought me close to a climax several times, each time easing off. After a half hour of edging me they finally allowed me to come. Dave swallowed my load, and Hank licked me clean. I felt dazed, and must have had a huge smile on my face. I looked up at the two men, squatting at my knees in the firelight, then over at Lowry. "Thanks guys. Thanks. That was amazing."

Lowry tossed another log on the fire. "Are we ready for bed? I'm heading back to town early tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, it's late. Do you want breakfast here?" asked Dave.

"I'll make coffee before I leave but I'll eat at the U. Who is sleeping with the boy? Should we just leave him here and give him a blanket?"

"I can keep him warm," Dave offered with a smile.

"Oh ho," says Hank.

"Leave the ankle cuff on him, and don't wear him out," said Lowry, "we're all still sharing him."

I was peeved but amused. "Do I get a say in this?"

"No," Lowry said sternly. The men brought foam pads, sleeping bags and blankets out of the barn, and arranged them around the fire pit. With the ankle cuff still attached to the tree, Dave walked me twenty feet away to take a leak, then brought me back to the sleeping bags. "We brought a toothbrush for you." He handed me a brush and a tube of toothpaste and we each brushed our teeth, sharing a water bottle. Dave stowed the dental gear in a plastic bag as Hank walked up to me.

"Sit," said Hank, and put a pair of soft leather cuffs on my wrists, then laced a rope to two eyelets on the cuff, under my arm and over my shoulders, then around my chest twice. "Move your arms." I could bring my hands to my mouth and as far down as my navel. "You ought to be able to sleep like that."

"I guess I'll find out," I muttered.

Dave helped me lie down and stripped off my sweatpants, leaving on the sweat shirt. He pulled a blanket over me and crawled in next to me. We were both on our backs. "Look at the stars," Dave said. It was fully dark now and the sky was spectacular. We saw a couple of shooting stars. Dave turned over so he was on top of me, face to face, and kissed me aggressively. It reminded me of the night we had spent at Dave's house a few weeks before. After all that had happened in the last few hours I was surprised at my continued eagerness. We made out for several minutes and began grinding our bodies together. I didn't have much control but responded as I could. Dave stayed on top, his hands on my face and neck or around my waist, pulling me closer. There was no sound other than our heavy breathing. Dave humped my leg and after a few minutes we both shot our loads. Dave held me for several minutes, kissed me lazily, then backed off, found some paper towels, and wiped us down. He tossed the paper towels in the fire, then returned to lie down next to me. "You good, G?"

"Yeah."

"I hope you guys are done now," Hank called from a few feet away. Lowry was snoring softly. Dave and I turned on our sides, his chest to my back; he wrapped an arm around me and we fell asleep.

Next: Chapter 2


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