Finally, after all the years of wanting to float this remote, pristine, Ozark
River, here I was. As an avid outdoorsman, getting here had been a long time dream of mine. And now, at last, after an eight hour drive, including two of which were on remote, winding, back country dirt roads, here I was, at what would hopefully be my base camp for the next three days.
There wasn't much there, but then I suppose that's what pristine means. Just woods, A gorgeous, ice cold, crystal clear, flowing river, and limestone bluffs all around the gorge that I was going to be camping in. It took me nearly an hour to unpack my car, hike in my gear, unload my kayak and start the process of setting up my little home away from home. It was hard work, and the perspiration was flowing off of my muscular body like the river running beside me.
Since it was just me there, and not another soul to be seen, buck naked seemed the proper attire for the occasion. I kept my body lean and fit, and had never been ashamed of it, so what the hell. But not long after I'd stripped, and gotten busy bending over and staking out my tent, I heard a distant voice calling out from somewhere at the other end of the gorge. In fact, it was three male voices, grunting, straining, and attempting something that obviously was taking all they could muster.
Well, if I was going to have neighbors here in the woods, I thought there was no time like the present to introduce myself, and say hey. I pulled on my flimsy jogging shorts, grabbed a cold beer, and headed the direction of the voices. About a hundred yards down river from my camp, I found my neighbors. Three, middle aged, sturdy, muscular, local men, trying to raise a log up the face of a cliff via some ropes & pulleys. I hollered at them, said hello, and they replied with a hello of there own, and an apology for not shaking my hand because of the task they were so engaged in.
In fact, they asked if I might lend a hand with the ropes, and then, once the huge log was in place, they'd have time to chat over a beer with me. They motioned to two slack roped dangling from the cliff, and asked if I might take one in each hand, and help pull. Both ropes were braided nylon, but only a half inch in diameter, and difficult to grip. They explained that they'd put slip knots in both ropes, to wrap around the wrist, and help secure the ends in a hand while pulling. It seemed logical, so I slipped a wrist into the slip knots in each rope, and helped draw both lines
taught.
As each line drew tight, the knots tightened around my wrists, and then the
ropes seemed to actually pull tight, as if they were being drawn on from the other end. Before I realized what I'd stepped into, I was helpless, bound, and standing, spread wide open, with both arms secured tightly over my head by heavy ropes I then realized that the other end of the ropes had actually been run over the
suspended log, and were yanked tight and secured by two of the men. It had all been A trap, and I'd blundered right into it.
I was tied up, suspended, and nearly naked, way out in the woods, and the captive of three, total strangers. No one needed to explain that yelling was futile. I knew that from my drive in.
Besides, when the apparent alpha in the group promptly pulled a small, burlap bag over my head, and tied it tightly around my neck, it made it apparent that even surviving whatever was in store for me know was anything but certain. I felt
another rope being secured tightly around my neck, and feared the worst. But then, they also slipped separate nooses over each of my ankles, and pulled them until my feet were spread wide apart in the sandy gravel.
Next, I felt the cold steel of a large hunting knife scrape against my chest down my tight, flat stomach, and slip under the waist band of my jogging shorts. A mystery hand grabbed the material of my shorts, and with one, swift, forceful pull, they were sliced right off of my body, leaving me there, upright, buck naked, and more helpless, available, and vulnerable, then I'd ever been in my entire life.
Although I was wondering just what was in store for me, and genuinely more than a little concerned for me safety, I also felt strangely excited. I could feel my cock Hardening, and was afraid of just how these hillbillies might react to that. It didn't take long for me to find out.
I immediately felt hands groping, yanking, and caressing my nakedness. One apparently enjoyed putting each of my nipples in a vice like grip, and pulling & twisting them until I would scream with pain. One had a firm grip on my cock, pulling and squeezing it. Another was testing the firmness of my ass cheeks like a soccer mom perusing melons in the grocery store. Then two hands spread my ass cheeks, and I felt a finger rudely shoved up my ass, wiggled & twisted, and pumped in & out several times, apparently assessing the target of there afternoon sex.
Weather I wanted it too or not, ohhhhhh that felt good, umm. I was mentally
debating the wisdom of letting them discover what a hot button anal penetration was for me, or of how they were inadvertently fullfilling my most passionate of fantasies, UMMM.
I was assuming that this would be a Deliverance remake, and I'd likely end up gang fucked in my ass before they were finished using me. At least that was what I thought. I was partially right, but they had a lot more in store me than just simply gang fucking their captive, and it wasn't going to be pleasant, or at least so they thought, hehehe. Little did they know!
After the finger was removed, I felt the searing whip of a willow branch across my back, then again, and again, making me cry out with each brutal blow. Although I couldn't see a thing with the bag over my head, I knew that my back & ass were turning bright red, with striped welts forming from each, wicked lash. Then I felt my ass cheeks spread again, but this time whatever they were shoving up my butt was way bigger then a finger. My best guess was a hand made, wooden butt plug. At least they had the basic shape right, because I felt my sphincter snap down on the
tapered, outer end. As it was finally seated firmly up my ass, a hand took a hard, painful grip on my balls, and said, "boy, you keep that plug in place up your ass till we're ready to take it out and fuck you, you here? If'n you let it pop out, we're not only gonna shove it back in, dirt n all, but you're gonna have to suck our dicks, and lick our asses too, you understand me boy!" He didn't just say it, he added a ferocious emphasis by brutally squeezing, and yanking my balls as he spoke. Oh my god that hurt soooo goood, uuuaaaww.
Next, I could feel them securing a sturdy wooden pole of some sort to my wrists. It was about five feet long, and allowed them to untie the overhead lines that had initially secured me. It held my arms straight out to my sides, ran just behind my head, and was secured to my head with a rope securely fastened around my neck. By then releasing my ankle ropes, I was now a mobile, blindfolded, naked slave, that they could parade to where ever they wanted me.
One of them then proceeded to tie a smaller cord of some sort around my cock n balls, and proceeded to use that to guide me by, like a dog on a leash. I was literally being led around by my balls, and what should have probably scared the shit out've me, was the fact that I was really enjoying it. In truth, I was a huge BDSM enthusiast, and had been nurturing a bound, Blindfolded, gang rape fantasy for years. Oh, if they only knew, lol.
Remember the old saying, be careful what you ask for, well, I'd be remembering it very soon.
They marched me along the river, but blindfolded like I was distance was anyone's guess. But at some point, they made me sit, tied the log between my hand to two trees, and opted to use my now stationary, blindfolded, available head for some sadistic pleasure. I heard the familiar sound of duct tape being pulled off the roll, and then felt it being wrapped around my burlap hood, about the level of my nose & eyes. This made breathing even more difficult than just the burlap, but also clamped the cloth firmly against my eyes. Then I felt that razor sharp knife go to work on the sack, cleanly slicing a large mouth hole in it, which was them immediately used as there personal glory hole, as each one took his turn grabbing my head, and viciously face fucking their helpless sex slave.
All three were amply endowed, and none were shy about just shoving their hard cock Way down my throat, making me gag, and gasp for air, and eventually erupting deep Win throat, filling my mouth with huge loads of their hot, chalky tasting spooie. Or holding their cocks in my mouth forcing me to take every last drop, and swallow it or suffocate.
Just as the third yokel finally pulled out've my helpless throat, the rest that I'd expected did'nt materialize. Instead, number one reentered my mouth, and clamping Me firmly by the ears and sealing his pelvis against my chin, he started pissing, deep in my throat. While I'd experimented with water sports a bit, and was familiar with the taste of human urine, never had I had it force fed to me like this. Trying to alternately breath, and gulp down his piss stream, nearly caused me to choke. Gulping down to survive is nothing like sipping it from a glass. I had no opportunity at all to even ponder the taste. It just flowed, unceasingly, filling my throat every bit as Fast as I struggled to swallow it, gulp, gulp, gulp.
Obviously, watching my golden gargle gave his buddies the urge as well, because I immediately felt two more hot piss streams showering my head & shoulders as I struggled to take the first into my stomach. My god, these guys must've been saving their piss all day, because it seemed like they were emptying three, bottomless reservoirs both in my mouth and over my head. It just kept flowing, and flowing, and flowing.
Eventually, the golden shower & gargle did end, but not my torment. After cumming in my mouth and relieving their bladders onto me, they were all feeling a bit more mellow, and opted to take a break, and let me catch my breath. They just left me there, tied to the tree, sitting in the sand, drenched from head to toe in warm, now stinking piss, and belching both cum, and piss, and actually grateful that the large, wooded butt plug hadn't popped out've my ass during that Session.
Except for the stiffness forming in my shoulders, nothing yet was not anything that I hadn't actually fantasized about at one time or another. But, if my captivity went on for much longer, both the stiffness in my arms & Shoulders, and the plug up my ass, could become really painful. Little did I know.
While I may have only been left there a short time, in my state, it seemed like hours, if not a full day. Oh my god the time drug on. While I was a huge water sport enthusiast, never before had I been forced to sit, drenched in a huge volume of piss, as it baked onto me in the hot Ozark sun. I could hear the nearby river, flowing endlessly by, and longed for a cool bath, and to be free of the smell of human waste. But, it wasn't to be.
When they finally returned, they loosened the rope around my neck, propped something behind my neck, and secured my head in a now tilted back position. My arms were still rigidly secured to the wooden pole, which was in turn secured to Two trees. They now had my looking slightly upward, but still blindfolded. I had no idea what they had planned for me next, and it was more than a little scary. The thin cord was still secured around my balls, and soon one them took the end, and gave it a yank, just to illustrate that he was now attentive, and in absolute control of me. I heard footsteps approach, felt someone positioning themselves in front of me, and braced myself for whatever I was about to be forced to do. When they're goal was suddenly revealed, it was too late to even ponder it. All I could do was lick, and breath.
One of them had back towards me, spread his ass cheeks, and straddled my face, planting his hungry ass hole right over my mouth. With a brutal yank on the testicle leash they controlled me with, I was immediately ordered to lick it clean. This guy obviously hadn't been the least bit concerned about offending me with poor hygiene, because I don't think he even wiped his ass after his last, recent shit. But then, I suppose he was expecting me to do that for him, with my tongue. When it's lick, or loose your balls, and possibly your life, you lick. The smell of fresh shit was everywhere, literally smeared onto my helpless face. He spread his cheeks wide, and made some very pleasurable noises as I delicately licked all around his tightly puckered up hole. I knew I was getting some fresh shit on my tongue, but there was absolutely no avoiding it. Besides, one good feature of human smell, is that we loose sensitivity to any smell after just a few whiffs. So I'd hardly begun polishing his hungry hole, when the smell literally disappeared and all that my senses registered was the delicate anal tissues, hungrily accepting the gentle, sometimes firm & probing massage my tongue was giving him.
From the sounds he was making, he was really enjoying the rimming I was applying to his backside. This became apparent, when he pulled away, and proceeded to rearrange my bound position. Now the cross bar was under my chest, I was kneeling, ass out behind me, so that both ends of me were now available for use.
The yokel I'd just rimmed, had obviously gotten very hard again, and started
pondering the helpless ass available for his use at my other end. So, as he pulled away, and another guy backed up to my face for his turn at a long, polishing rim job, rimmee number one moved to the rear, pulled the wooden butt plug out've my ass, tossed it aside, and without so much as a by your leave, jammed his large, rock hard cock all the way into my ass, making me yell in pain, UUGGH, and just take it. He had an iron grip on my hips, and was using my ass like warm piece of meat to jack off into.
Just then, for the first time ever, I was grateful for my having sweated all day. The sweat in my ass was all I had for lubricant, but he could care less. As he jammed hard up my butt, he was causing my whole body to rock with his rhythm, making it nearly impossible for me to properly rim the ass hole that my helpless mouth was being forced into. This resulted in the cord being yanked, hard, over'n'over, punishing by balls not giving this man the same, quality ass licking his partner had received while he`d watched. I'm not sure which he liked more, punishing my cock and balls, or the feel of my firm tongue shoved up his butt hole, licking & teasing it as I was getting hard fucked from behind.
After what seemed like a long, physically torturous time, I felt the hammering in my ass suddenly stop, the grasp on my hips tighten even more, then the multiple shudders as he erupted, deep in my ass, savoring each squirt, and using my warm, tight ass to milk out every last drop of warm seaman.
When he finally drew his now limp dick out've my ass, I could feel the warm cum draining out've my ass, and slowly running down, and dripping off of my balls. But, no sooner had he exited, than number two rotated around, taking his turn pummeling my now open hole, and number three backing into position to get his ass wiped clean, licked, and lightly penetrated by a warm, willing tongue.
I'd always made it a practice of using condoms, and had never before actually felt the sensation of all that warm cum actually being released into my hungry rectum. And now that I had no choice but to receive whatever was forced into me, dam it felt good, ummm!
Before number two was anywhere near done fucking me up the ass, number three was excited, hard again, ready to take his turn in my ass, but impatient. So, he spun around, and again shoved his hard cock into my mouth, and took advantage of whatever hole was available & vacant.
It had now been literally hours since I was first bound, captured, and blindfolded. I reeked of dried cum, dried, warm piss, was still bound, helpless, and totally blind, and now had hard cocks hammering furiously in both of my holes. I'd had such a brief glimpse of these guys before being hooded, that as I laid there, hard cocks working both ends, I honestly couldn't remember what they looked like, much less keep track of who was doing what to me at any given time.
At that time however, about all I could focus on was the wonderfully painful
fullness that was so totally filling my hungry ass, pounding rhythmically in & out, and the two hands that had such a fierce grip on my hair, forcefully using it to position my head as he shoved his meat in & out've my warm, wet mouth. By this point in my ordeal, most of my gag reflex was basically gone, so I could actually savor the feel & shape of the full, hard, uncut cock sliding so smoothly in & out've my mouth & throat, ummmm. Honestly, I was loving it. This after all was almost exactly what I'd fantasized about for years, and now I finally know why I had. YUM!
Eventually, each of these guys popped off in me for their second time that day. The one in my mouth however ended up putting more of his load on my face, than in my mouth.
And after number two finished, OH MY GOD could I ever feel the full flow of
sticky, hot cum, literally filling my ass, sort of lubricating the now softening cock still in me. As he pulled out, much of his load followed his cock. I could feel it sort of gush out've now gaping sphincter, and also feel the large glob of it ooze down my scrotum, across my dangling balls, and drip off. It felt wonderful.
Obviously from the noises I was hearing, these three were happy campers as well. As they recouped from there second set of climaxes that afternoon, they finally actually started talking to me as an individual, rather than as just their helpless boy toy.
One explained to me. He said, "we're leaving in a couple of minutes, and I do want to thank you for being one hot piece of ass, ummm. Son, you made our day, YUM! We're going to loosen one of your hands before we go, and in then minutes or so, you should have no trouble at all releasing the rest of your bonds. By then of course, we'll be long gone. About all you'll have to prove we were ever here is all the dried piss and cum you're wearing. I hope you enjoyed getting it, as much as we enjoyed putting it in ya. And by the way, if you liked it, by all means come back again. Just run around naked in woods, just like you did today, and we'll see ya, and see if we can't treat you even better next time, k?
Note from the author: I do kayak in the Ozarks every chance I get, and I just keep hoping to make this story cum true. Pics on request.
Sam canuk12000@yahoo.com
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