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Naughty night in the woods
I am completely naked, with my hands cuffed behind my back, in the midst of a remote part of the forest. I?m slightly panicking right now, as I hear both one male and two female voices. Hiding behind some bushes, I once again wonder why I bring myself in these types of situations.
Following my very kinky and extreme night in a dark cellar of the local leather gay club, I was contacted by one of the gay masters from the club, who seemed to know who I was. An E-mail sent to me suggested that I should proceed to visit a certain part of the forests surrounding our semi-large city. This is a part of the woods notorious in the public for secret gay encounters.
I was to be there, naked and handcuffed, close to a large rock, in a clearing deep in the forest. This was the traditional meeting place for men who wanted to experience cock-sucking and other slightly kinky things without any obligations. Apart from the rock, there was about twenty or so larger bushes and a similar number of trees in the immediate vicinity before giving way to actual heavy forest, giving the area a park-like aura.
The E-mail made my dick very hard indeed. Kinky! So, of course, I had to go! I arrived there at the agreed time, walking in from a remote parking lot. I carefully scanned the clearing, but no one was there. Thus, I found the courage to go to the furthest place of the clearing, and entered the tree-line, where I hurried to take of my clothes and put them in a black plastic bag. It was dusk, and the slightly cold air made me feel apprehensive, but I still hung my key from my neck, put on my leather hood, and handcuffed my hands behind my back.
I was now completely naked in the gay area of a somewhat public park, with my hands cuffed behind me. And my dick just got harder and harder, until it stood out from my body like a flagpole! That was when I heard the voices – male and female. Not what I had expected, so I instinctively dove for cover behind the nearest bush.
As I sat there, squatting down, feeling very naked and vulnerable, three people walked by on the nearest path – one man and two women, in gym-clothes. The man and one of the women were about mid-thirty, and the other woman was about fifty. They were obviously out exercising, while jabbering on about everything and nothing. One wrong glance, and they would have to be able to see me through the bush - luckily, they wandered on, although I had this strange feeling when the younger woman stopped for a second as if to think about something. Well, they finally went away, and I was once again alone – or so I thought.
A slight sound made me turn around, and there he was. My Master for the evening! He was a tall blond guy, around forty-five, well-built and muscular, dressed only in summer jeans with short legs, a armless T-shirt, and sneakers. He had a big smirking smile on his face. ?So, we meet again slave boy?!
Immediately taking control, he started to walk around me, gazing at my chained body, while commenting on my predicament. Suddenly, as he came up on me from behind, he slapped my cock very hard indeed. The pain made me whimper out loud, which was awarded with a piece of hemp rope, he had obviously had in his pocket, being forced into my mouth, and circled quite harshly several times around my neck and into my mouth, until I was firmly gagged. ?No more sounds from you, slave?, he said while proceeding to tie another rope tightly around my ball-sack.
My balls were now in a tight and painful bind, with the other end of the rope in my master?s hand. He yanked on the rope and started to walk off, with me following him, as best I could. My feet were bare, so I reluctantly followed him into the tree-line, stepping on hard soil, rough branches and other stuff – every time I slowed down, my Master yanked on the rope, sending searing pain through my balls, motivating me to keep up. I had no idea where we were going. We must have walked like this for at least five minutes with me feeling rather exposed the whole time, lead by my balls this way.
Finally, we came to a small clearing in the forest. Master pulled me forward, over under a tree branch, were a rope already hung, ready for me. He tied me to the rope by connecting the protruding end of the rope used to gag me to the rope hanging down from the branch. It was a quite tight bind-up, so I almost had to stand on my toes in order not to get strangled. Spit was oozing down my chin and chest at this time, with my painfully hard cock joining the fun with an amble amount of pre-cum dripping down my legs.
My Master then produced a rather large log of wood, with a rope tied to it. He slung the rope my balls were tied with up over another tree branch, and fastened the log to it, hoisting the log up while tightening the rope ever more, until the log was dangling freely in the air in front of me, pulling severely on my balls. I now really had to stand on my toes, as the log pulled my balls up and out from my body, causing extreme pain.
My Master laughed, and proceeded to take several pictures with his phone camera. ?I will send this out to some of your old friends from the gay bar, and we will see if they recognize you?! I pleaded with him, through my rope gag, not to do this, but he did it none the less. Master then supplied me with several hard and sharp metallic clamps up and down my cock and on my foreskin. These had sharp teeth, and their bite was almost too much for me – but I was in it now. My Master clearly had no intention of letting up or asking if it was too much for me – no stop-word tonight!
While Master stood admiring his handy-work for a while, drinking a canned beer from a sports-bag he had pre-placed in the clearing, and with me squirming in the ropes, my dick pulsing almost violently up and down both from the excitement and the pain, we suddenly both heard voices, drawing closer.
It was the same voices as before. At least, it was the man and the younger woman, debating whether or not they should continue looking for the pervert in chains the woman claimed to have spotted earlier on. So, obviously she had seen me, and now they were searching for me- why? It became obvious from their conversation that they also debated whether or not they should proceed to have some kinky outdoor sex, now that her mom was sent home!
I half hoped they would go away, as the embarrassment was almost too much – but I also secretly hoped that I would be discovered and seen by these two complete strangers. Why on earth they walked into ?our? little clearing, I will never understand – but they did! Their conversation stopped immediately, when they both spotted me seemingly hanging from the tree branch, with my balls, deep purple, tied to a rope with a heavy log dangling at the end of it. The woman gasped loudly, while the man seemed to be stunned by the sight. They just stood there like they were paralyzed.
Taking his last swig of his beer, and throwing the can away, my Master smiled at them and walked ever so unassumingly up to the couple. ?Hello. This is my slave boy, and he volunteered for this, believe it or not. If you want to watch you are welcome, but I have to warn you – it will become even kinkier in a while?.
Strangely, while the man was more set on leaving, the women, who couldn?t suppress a funny smile, argued that they should stay to see the show. I saw a dangerous glimpse in her eyes – she was definitely discovering her sadistic side right there, and was obviously enjoying my pain and hardship. So, while my Master came nearer to inflict further punishment to my already screaming body, the pair started to observe while grinding against one another, with the man standing behind the woman, grabbing her breasts and feeling up her thighs. When my Master suddenly took a flat-handed swing at my dick, causing me to squirm in pain and several of the clamps to go flying, the women gasped in an exited manner, and said ?This is fucking great! A naked man tortured like that, out of the blue. I don?t know why, but I just love it?!
My master proceeded to pick up a short whip, and started hitting my cock and tied up balls with increasingly harder and harder lashes. I was jumping back and forth in my binds, barely keeping my balance, with my cock and balls getting more and more blue and red from the blows and the tie-up. The last clamps were sent flying in every direction one by one, and the log was jumping about in the air, causing my balls severe pain. The women, and now also the man, started to enjoy themselves even more, commenting on my predicament while laughing at this poor slave, who volunteered and thus had it coming, and touching each other more and more intimately.
?Well, do you want to try this yourself? Feel free to use my slave boy? my Master told the couple. They looked at each other and with a smile on both their faces edged nearer. ?I would like to try some of that cock whipping?, the woman exclaimed. My master handed her the whip with a big happy smile on his face. With that, she started hitting my cock and balls with some tentative swings at first, but she soon got into it and really started to pound my poor cock. The pain was excruciating, and I really started to move about to avoid the hard lashing, causing my balls to become a red-hot bundle of severe pain. Spit was flying from my mouth, and I was having trouble breathing, getting all red in the face. I was entering full panic. The woman was laughing out loud, enjoying every second of it, watching my face and tortured cock and balls. It looked like she was getting off, masturbating her snatch with her left hand. The man by now had his cock out from his pants stroking it, and it was rather large. ?Does he suck cock?? he asked my master. ?You bet he does?.
With that, I was given a short respite, while I was released from the tree, only to be retied in a kneeling position with my elbows severely strung up tightly behind me. Both my master and the unknown man then proceeded to stuff my mouth with their cocks, taking turns causing me to gag and squirm about in my ties, much to the obvious excitement and joy of the woman. She was still whipping my now red and in places almost black welted cock, occasionally spitting vehemently in my face, laughing. She soon joined the fun, forcing me to suck and lick her pussy as well as her asshole. She came while grinding her ass into my face while masturbating herself with one hand and her man with the other.
After quite a facefucking, I had to swallow copious amounts of cum from both cocks, after which the ingenious woman started stroking my quivering cock with a bunch of fire nettles. She had produced a pair of gloves from her handbag, so she could really work my poor cock over in a very intense and thorough manner. She was laughing at me, while really getting into the spitting in my face thing, and I just couldn?t take it anymore.
With a sound much more like a wounded animal, than like a man, I came right there. My hips started thrusting by themselves and my cock started spurting cum out into the air without anyone touching it, but with all three of my tormentors laughing loudly at my ruined orgasm. The woman paid me the final insult by scooping up the last drops of my own sperm, and feeding them to me, still wearing her rough gloves, which she forced deep into my mouth.
After packing up, and with me still naked and tied on my knees in front of them, the couple left, but only after the woman had smacked my face hard a couple of times, calling me a ?Fucking cum eating slave gimp?, leaving me at the mercy of my master.
His cock was starting to get hard again!
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