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To those who remember earlier episodes, apologies for the long delay in
writing and posting the next instalment of this story - I'll try to do
better ;o)

For those that don't, I am reposting these as an "Omnibus" edition, at the
same time.

Thanks to those who have written to me so far - I really appreciate and
enjoy all
feedback and welcome all constructive criticism, comments, ideas, opinions
and thoughts about this experience.

Email me at: "ab(at)adidasboy(dot)net"

Cheers.

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Cross country - part 5 (m/m/t, bd, cbt, anal, school, sports kit)
by adidasboy

My name is Jamie Woodhead and I am a 15 year old schoolboy. I have come out
with about forty other lads onto the local heath in my tight and short
cotton shorts and brief vest, for a cross country run. I have been
humiliated and brought to the edge of orgasm by the headmaster's daughter,
by a pervy school mate and, in the heat, I have stopped to have a piss -
only to be approached, tied up and felt-up by two forestry workers, Gary and
Tony.

>From "Cross Country - part 4".

Tony grabbed me by the bollocks with a tight grip through my shorts and
jerked the middle of my body back from the tree. My arse stuck out and he
pressed his cock at my hole. With his right hand maintaining a firm grip
through my shorts and around my balls, he placed his left hand over my
mouth, once again inserting three fingers inside.

"You're gonna love this, my son".

Cross Country - part 5

And with that, Tony slowly pressed his cock against my cheeks, in search of
my arsehole, prodding gently at first and then with greater insistence. As
hard as I resisted, I found my position to be too vulnerable. Tony's
powerful grip on my balls pulling me back whilst my arms and legs were tied
forward to the tree meant my bum stuck out and he had no trouble finding my
hole. As the pressure of his cock on the entrance grew, so I groaned more,
slavering over Tony's fingers jammed into my gob. Gary meanwhile had
strolled off and returned, swigging from a bottle of beer and rubbing his
cock through his shorts as he watched the unfolding assault.

And then Tony broke through, his helmet penetrating my sphincter. I cried
out, hoarse and tired, Tony's fingers muffling my voice.

"There, got you now Jamie boy" Tony teased as he started circling his hips
and pressing a little more of his shaft up my arse.

"Fuck you" I tried to burble through his fingers, the words inaudible
through the obstruction.

"Don't talk with your mouth full" he retorted, jabbing another inch of his
cock up me.

"Aaahh FUCK" I cursed and, with sudden enlightenment, bit down onto Tony's
fingers. Barely flinching, the bastard altered and then tightened his grip
on my shorts, pinching just one of my balls through the cotton between thumb
and forefinger and squeezing harder and harder. I responded in kind, biting
down into his tough fingers.

"Fuck you, you little prick" Tony spat, not shifting his pressure up my
arse. He reached up inside the leg of my shorts with his free hand, got a
tight grip around both my balls and proceeded to crush them, twisting them
around and pushing them hard together. He got the result he wanted and I let
out a high-pitched but weak scream, releasing my teeth from his fingers.
Yanking his hand away, he shook it off to his side attempting to restore the
blood flow.

Gary, laughing his face off, was spewing his beer uncontrollably from his
mouth, sending a spray of the liquid over both Tony and me. "You should've
seen that coming Tone" he smirked, teasing his friend before taking another
swig from the bottle.

"That's it you little prick, I'm not going easy on you any more" Tony said.
With his right hand gripped hard on my balls, Tony wrapped his left arm
around my waist and placed his palm over my navel, exposed by the briefness
of my white vest, now riding high up my torso. In one swift jerk he pulled
my body hard back onto his cock and thrust the remainder of his prick up my
arsehole. My eyes bulged and my jaw went slack, my voice lost I let out a
slow low croak. And then he let rip.

Tony proceeded to fuck me harder then I could've ever imagined. He would
drag his cock out to the very tip, rasping it over the lips of my arse, and
then thrust its entire length, with as much vigour and strength as he could
muster, right up inside me, filling me to bursting. Not forgetting that my
bladder was full and bloated, I felt fuller than I'd ever felt and was well
and truly trussed and stuffed up, while Tony pounded me with sharpness and
cruelty. With each stab of his rigid member, Tony sharply panted, as he put
his entire focus and energy into fucking my brains out. With every deep pump
into my arsehole, he exhaled a word.

"This.is.what.you...get.when.you.bite.my..hand.you.little.shit" panted out
of his mouth, punctuating every thrust he forced inside of me as he pulled
my body against its bonds and away from the tree by my aching balls, still
encircled between his thumb and forefinger, as if with the grip of a vice.
Tony was too lost in his fucking to even consider what he was doing to my
young body, obsessed solely with getting himself off and causing me maximum
sexual torture at the same time.

Gary had calmed from his previous laughter and had pulled his hard knob out
of the leg of his navy footy shorts. He stood there like a cocky fucker,
wanking himself off with his right hand and swigging from the bottle he held
in his left, as he followed my abuse with a dirty, horny leer.

Tony seemed to have limitless stamina, thrusting like a machine, neither
slowing his pace nor letting up the mercilessness of the grip he retained on
my balls. With each punch of his cock I felt the pressure and rubbing on my
prostate whilst my cock, still hard, had a permanent string of precum oozing
from it down my pale left leg and onto the leafy ground below. Although
still in serious discomfort, my arse had started to adjust to Tony's
battering and the pain of my stretched sphincter and mashed up insides had
slightly subsided into a duller ache, as the assault had continued. Tony
seemed intent on causing me increased discomfort, thrusting his hips into me
at differing angles, seeking out the path of maximum resistance and then
working to break it down with his cock, which he was using on me like a
battering ram.

Clearly needing more he sharply withdrew his cock from my arse and started
to untie my right hand.

"Help me get 'im over there" he said to Gary, motioning his head towards the
fallen log the two had been perched on earlier.

Gary took a final swig from his beer bottle and then dropped it to the
ground before crouching down to loosen the rope around my ankles, whilst
Tony moved over to untie my left hand, his fierce hard-on still protruding
from the fly of his jeans. All of a sudden I was loose and, as if on
autopilot, I started to struggle as a hand from each of my torturers
encircled my thin wrists above my head. I kicked my legs and flailed as hard
as I could and broke free from Gary's hold. As I did I swung towards Tony
and landed a trainer-clad foot on his right leg. Furious, he wrapped his
left arm around my chest before sliding it up to my neck, near throttling me
with his strength and dragging my white vest up over my belly until it was
gathered up around my neck, with his now choking arm. So strong was his
grip, and so much taller was Tony, that he held me off the ground with my
back against his front, all my weight held up by his left arm around my
neck.

I struggled feebly in this vulnerable position, with my tight shorts
straining, half stuck up the crack of my arse with the left cheek exposed
whilst, at the front, my torso now totally exposed and my hard cock sticking
out of my shorts leg and shaking from side to side with still oozing precum,
as I shook my body against Tony's powerful grip.

Seeing his mate struggle against my kicking feet, Gary lurched forward
between my kicks and gripped my muddy ankles together with just one hand.
With the other he began to jerk my shorts down over my imprisoned cock and
balls, slowly tugging first on the one leg and then on the other, working
them from side to side down my legs. With the knot of the shorts tied tight,
they became lodged above the root of my penis, unwilling to stretch any
further to slip passed both my protruding arse-cheeks and hard cock, which
were now stuffed into its tight confines.

He kept tugging, the tight waist of the shorts slowly throttling down the
length of my hard-on, slowly exposing a small amount of my shaft with every
sharp tug from Gary's hands. Slowly the base of my cock emerged over the top
of the shorts, as he tried to pull the white cotton down my thighs, my dick
painfully pressed downwards by the tight waistband of the shorts which was
slowly throttling along my stiff length.

With every tug, the cotton slid down a little over my knob, bring painful
mini-orgasms to my body, every slipping centimetre rubbing the tight cotton
over my cock-head and shaft and stimulating my ultra-sensitive helmet. Why
he didn't undo the knot, I don't know, but his actions were painful yet
orgasmic and the trail of precum now followed the path of my dick up the leg
of my shorts as they slowly descended my thighs, little by little, side to
side, one tug at a time.

At this point I had given up struggling against Tony's infinitely greater
strength and the mood had changed. Tony was looking over my shoulder and his
arm as Gary teasingly jerked my shorts over my cock, seemingly a few
millimetres at a time. With each passing jerk, my body would shake and
tremor in a mixture of tortuous pain and sexual ecstasy, with each passing
jerk the feelings growing more intense and bringing me closer to sexual
release. I too was now focussed on their action, willing the orgasm to take
a hold and for my desperately needed sexual release. I got closer and closer
and looked down as more and more of the top of my cock came into view. The
intensity of the feeling, the waves of sexual stimulation with each tug
bringing me greater and greater exasperation and desperation, I began to
kick my legs out of desperation, in an attempt to fuck my cock against
something more substantial and bring on my release. As I did, so I slipped
down on Tony's chest, my feet now only an inch or two above the ground. My
cock was now exposed down to barely a centimetre short of my helmet.

Tony wound his right hand underneath my arse and, to hoist me up higher
against his body, he inserted three fingers up the right leg of my shorts
and lodged them sharply up my arsehole, pulling my weak and defenceless teen
frame higher up against his chest by my arsehole with the one hand, whilst
lowering his left arm to grip me across the chest.

The renewed penetration of my arse by Tony's hard fingers, now hooked around
inside of me and lodged firmly up my arse, sent a massive shiver radiating
from my cock and arse and through my entire body. My eyes were wide and my
jaw dropped as I teetered on the very brink of orgasm. I no longer had any
interest in the discomfort or the assault I was experiencing; I was now
totally focussed on one thing: orgasm - I had to cum.

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