Into the Woods (part 1)
This story was inspired by the real life experiences of a deceased friend. There was a woods near him that he called the "rape woods", where he would go and be gang banged. This is a work of fiction, dedicated to my friend Phil.
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A friend told me about a nearby wooded area where guys routinely connected with other guys. I found the entrance path and parked nearby.
Walking up the path I wondered what I might find – I expected to find guys standing around waiting for a blowjob, which I was quite prepared to give. How many would I blow here?
The path crossed a meadow of a few hundred feet before entering a densely wooded area. I followed the path, looking for signs of others, but saw nothing. I entered a clearing in which there was a rock with a metallic dildo protruding. It wasn't very large, and I found myself wanting to sit on it.
As I approached closer I saw a squeeze bottle of KY Jelly. It certainly looked like this was intended for people to share. As I looked around more I noticed some pegs in a nearby tree that looked like a good place to hang clothes.
Things could not have been clearer to me, so I took off my clothes and hung them on the tree. I stood there naked, getting excited about the situation. I walked over to the dildo and applied some KY Jelly. It was only three inches long and about an inch across, so it would be easy for me to take.
I eased myself onto the dildo, taking it in all the way, sitting on the tree stump below. I never expected anything like this, and wondered what else I would discover in these kinky woods.
I sat there and stroked my cock while bouncing up and down on the dildo. While I had hoped to suck some cock, jacking off in this kinky situation was ok with me as well.
I was fully hard, and approaching orgasm when suddenly I felt a woman's hands on my shoulder from behind.
"Well it looks like we've caught another faggot, Lisa" she said.
Another woman, presumably Lisa, stepped in front of me, and my excitement quickly turned to embarrassment, as my erection wilted.
"Wait," I said, "it's not what you think!"
Both women broke into hysterical laughter as I realized just how stupid that sounded.
Lisa said, "Let's save us both time. You just admit to us that you are a faggot and we'll go on from there. Janet, squeeze his throat if he resists."
"Ok," I said, "I'm a faggot, but not public about it."
"This looks pretty public to me," said Janet, "but now that we all know you area faggot, let's see you prove it!"
"How?" I asked.
"Just sit there stroking your cock," Lisa said, pulling out a cell phone, "get hard but don't you dare cum!"
I stroked as she ordered, getting semi-hard. This was exciting but still embarrasing, and I didn't know what was going to happen, so I had some degree of fear as well. Lisa talked to someone on her cell phone and told them to come right over.
Janet explained that I got caught in their faggot trap. The trap had been very successful so far. With it they trap several new faggots a week.
"So what happens with the faggots you trap?" I asked.
"We make them blow guys while we watch, and also lend them to guys for their use," explained Janet, "Lisa and I love to watch faggots suck our guys, and we usually finger ourselves off while watching."
Three guys walked up and unzipped, taking out some nice looking cocks.
I didn't need directions to know what to do. As one approached me I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. The two women were stroking the other two cocks, probably getting them ready for me.
The guy I was sucking started to talk abusively to me, calling me a faggot cocksucker and much more. Soon I felt his cock enlarge and began pumping his hot seed into my mouth. I swallowed every manly drop of it, feeling him soften in my mouth. But like a good cocksucker I remained connected, allowing him to decide when to pull out.
"Damn you're a good cocksucker!" he exclaimed, as he pulled out and the next guy entered my mouth. He wasn't as thick but was much longer. I quickly felt him press to the back of my mouth. I had been practicing suppressing my gag reflex, so he was able to enter all the way without my choking. He seemed to like that and took hold of my head, face fucking me.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see both women with their hands in their shorts, fingering themselves. They were definitely enjoying the show, and I was enjoying giving the performance.
Soon the guy face fucking me called out and came, pressing his cock in all the way as he shot his load down my throat.
He pulled out and the third man slipped his cock into my mouth. He wasn't as long but had a really big mushroom head. I loved the way it felt in my mouth, as I ran my tongue all around the head. He loved it too and encouraged, me, telling me to look him in the eyes while I sucked him. I did so and he said, "Yes, you are MY cocksucker, understand?"
I grunted in the affirmative and really liked the way this was going. Soon he shot his load and pulled out.
Lisa and Janet apparently came several times while watching, and they and the men were all smiling.
Lisa and Janet approached me, took their hands out of their shorts, and each stuck wet fingers into my mouth. It was not an especially familiar taste, but I didn't resist.
"Even a faggot should get some pussy every now and then," Lisa said, and they all laughed.
Janet stepped up to me and said, "Now this is how it is going to be – once you have blown a man, you are his cocksucker for life. Any time he wants you to blow him, you must – no matter where you are at the time. Understand?"
"Yes," I responded, "but even if there are people around?"
"Even if it is on a public street corner," Janet said.
"Furthermore," Janet continued, "if any of them call you, you are to arrange to meet them for a blowjob, and also blow anyone they tell you to."
This was sounding really good to me, so I quickly responded, "I agree"
Lisa stepped up and said, "We have your clothes here in this bag, and they will be returned to you when you complete your mission today."
"My mission?" I asked.
Lisa continued, "Your mission is to continue on this path and stop at each clearing and sit on the dildo there. Others will tell you what to do. All you have to do is what you are told and everything will be fine. There are five other clearings. After you leave the last clearing, I will be there to give you your clothes. You are to keep your cock hard, but do not cum until you are told to. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I responded.
They departed with my clothing, leaving me naked, with a metal dildo up my ass.
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To be continued ...
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