
Path: not-for-mail
NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 04:10:05 -0600
Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 04:05:28 -0600
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Message-ID: <281.71f198f.3146403d@aol.com>
Subject: ST:NORTH COUNTRY CHAPTER 6(MM TM NC BDSM)
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8"
Content-Language: en
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated
Approved: ASSG Approval Key <assg-approval-key@stump.algebra.com>
Lines: 622
NNTP-Posting-Host: 65.182.171.162

===================

North Country Chapter Six

This story is Copyright 2006 by TM; all  rights are reserved.

I received a little help from trey on this  chapter; as he and billy seem to 
be the ones with the highly perverted thoughts.  I'm sure you will be able to 
discern where his help was inserted…  marcus


Vince woke me early, for some unknown reason; but it was  a relief in that he 
allowed me to piss in the urinal, before he himself left to  go out into the 
cold air to relieve himself. The thought of escape pierced my  thought process 
and that was about all I could think about. I had to get the  hell out of 
here and I felt that if I didn't escape soon, I'd only be subjected  to more of 
their servitude training.

Vince came back in, shivering  from the cold air and quickly stoked up the 
embers in the stove; adding several  large pieces of firewood. The crackling 
sound seemed to fill the air and the  heat began emanating from the stove rather 
quickly.

After he'd  gotten the coffee pot onto the stove top, Vince came over and 
began to release  my bindings. It seemed that the only thing that Vince could do 
was to display a  big grin before telling me that today was going to be the 
day that they removed  my foreskin, and I had another session lashed down to the 
table, urinal duty and  'ass slurping'.  I guess Carl wasn't kidding when he 
said that everyday  would be repetitious not forgetting the addition of one or 
more new  lessons.

By the time Vince had helped me down off the web sling,  the coffee was ready 
and Vince was eager to have his first taste. He had no  sooner gotten over to 
the stove and I grabbed his shoulder, twisting him back  around, facing me.  
I wished that it was someone other than Vince; but, my  right fist connected 
square with his jaw and my left fist found its intended  target, that being 
Vince's stomach.

I watched, as his eyes rolled  back and he slumped to the floor. I had to 
grab him to prevent him from falling  onto the hot stove; as I eased his head 
down to the floor. I stared at him  momentarily, amazed that either I was 
stronger than I knew, or Vince had a  'glass jaw'; in either case I had to go now… 
Now or never, as the end result  would be freedom or torture.

I slowly opened the cabin door and was  hit with the cold night air. I looked 
around and the entire camp seemed to still  be asleep; not even the wildlife 
was up yet.  As I stepped out onto the  small porch, I noticed that there was 
one, lone campfire burning; but I saw no  movement anywhere on the common 
grounds. My butt still burned from last night  and my feet were extremely sore; 
but I knew that I couldn't turn back now. I  also knew that in the dark, I was 
nothing less than lost. I walked as fast as my  aching feet would allow, down 
to the common area of the camp and passed the  campfire; feeding briefly on the 
heat that was being given off.

To  my right was the direction we went yesterday in the truck. Straight ahead 
was  where they led me yesterday morning to receive my bath and enema. Off to 
my left  is where, I think, the direction they had brought me into the camp 
on the first  day. Pondering the three directions, I chose the path towards the 
stream.  

No sooner had the camp disappeared from sight, I heard Vince  yelling and 
screaming. My heart began to race even harder and my brain was  communicating 
with my feet; urging them to move faster. With more voices now, I  knew that the 
entire camp was becoming aware of my escape. Then I heard the  sound of evil 
and meanness; the loud barking and yelping of the dog. Jesus, I'm  screwed!

The ground cover was torture enough, but I had to suffer  countless tree 
limbs and branches bashing themselves into my body. Somewhere  along the way, I'd 
gotten off of the path and now I found myself deep into a  heavily wooded 
area. I had to get down and crawl over and around some of  nature's finest work. 

At one point the voices and the barking  didn't' seem so loud and I thought, 
just for a quick second, that I'd heard the  babbling of the stream. I 
followed my perception and continued toward where I  assumed the stream was. Every 
few minutes I stopped, just to listen to the  voices; trying to determine if 
they were following me, or if they had taken a  different direction.

I was right! I came to a small opening in the  woods and the stream was right 
there in front of me. It wasn't the same place as  yesterday, but IT was the 
stream; it just had to be. Damn, the water's cold; but  it was necessary that 
I get across. This part of the stream is a lot deeper than  where I knelt 
yesterday. The water was almost up to my nipples as I struggled to  keep upright 
in the fast moving current. 

It was even colder when I  reached the other side and had climbed up a small 
embankment. I stood there,  shaking the water off my body the best I could. I 
could hear the men and dog,  but they seemed to have been on the path used 
yesterday. I also heard the  rumbling engine of the pickup truck as it came to 
life in the stillness of the  early morning.

I needed sunlight for direction, and for warmth. My  body shivered and 
quickly filled with goose bumps. I started once again through  the woods, 'assuming' 
that I was headed in the direction of town. I hadn't given  much thought, 
until now, on what, if any, plans were viable options. My best bet  would be to 
come across other hikers and campers. They'd be the most likely to  help me out 
and understand my plight. I knew, also, that once the sun came up  that I'd 
be able to get the bindings off of my balls, as I couldn't even feel  where the 
final knot was. I'd rather die then let those bastards cut off my  foreskin, 
let alone re-capture me; which would mean relentless hours of torture  and 
abusive treatment.

I must have gotten a decent distance between  myself and the other men; as 
their voices faded and finally fell silent, even  the wailing dog was not heard. 
The good thing; was that the last time I heard  the truck rattling, it was 
somewhere ahead of me. That, to me, meant that I was  headed in a direction 
which would take me out into the open where I'd get a good  view of my exact 
location.  Once on the road, and with the sun coming up,  I'd know which direction 
I needed to go so that the long trek back to town would  be easier to 
navigate. 
By now my body was covered with cuts and  scrapes; some of which were still 
bleeding. I'm sure that any hiker would be  able to render first aid if my cuts 
were serious, but in the dark nothing was a  shoe-in.

I decided to stop right where I was, until the sun came  up; which was a 
welcome relief just to be able to stay in one spot; without the  worry of someone 
sneaking up on me. Cold, tired, sore and hungry, I huddled  against myself 
trying to find warmth. By the chirping of some birds, I knew that  sunrise was 
coming; and it finally came up in a blaze of glory.  

After surveying my surroundings and inspecting my body for nasty  cuts, I 
managed to untangle the two knots in the leather cord they used on my  nuts. It 
was such a relief to me and my balls.

Everything had  happened so fast, and worst of all, without any thought given 
to a plan. It was  now becoming evident that without food and fire, I would 
find myself in distress  unless I came across some hikers. Hikers, I had to 
find hikers, if I was to  survive. Not to mention the speed and stealth of a man 
like Carl; who apparently  was the one who followed me and stole most, if not 
all of my things during my  nights sleeping alone. I would constantly have to 
be on guard against having him  sneak up on me.

I slowly crept out into the open, and seeing not a  soul; I ventured out onto 
the road, and equated the journey I'd have to take to  get back in to town, 
or have a good chance at coming across a fellow hiker. The  idea of flagging 
down a vehicle was not an option. For all I knew, some of the  people in town 
are being told of my escape this very minute.

I  stayed off the road, but kept it in close proximity to me all morning 
long. I  didn't hear any motor sounds nor did I hear any human sounds. Several 
times I  ducked into the woods and walked hidden amongst the trees and bushes. My 
feet  were becoming numb for the previous nights torture and all of the twigs 
and  rocks I'd walked on. My body was in dire need of food and water, which I 
knew  weren't coming via a pizza delivery truck.

As the sun came directly  overhead, I decided to find a safe spot to rest. I 
so wanted to hear the noise  of a brook or stream. Cold water or not, I needed 
to drink and soak my feet; but  unless I wanted to waste time and back track, 
looking for the stream was out of  the question.

It seemed that I'd made decent progress during the  day, as the sun began to 
fade. The air here sure goes from warm to cold in the  blink of an eye; and my 
body was telling me to find warmth. Thankfully, I found  a downed pine tree 
and was able to snap off some of the branches; using them to  lay on and to 
cover myself up with.

I was more than scared, as the  night came quick. I needed to sleep but I had 
this constant reminder that Carl  was most likely sleuthing around looking 
for me.

The night was  filled with the sounds of nature; animals crawling around and 
the nocturnal  noises of the winged creatures swooping around looking for 
food. I dozed off and  on, but never really slept soundly; which would just be 
another hindrance to all  of my efforts. With no hope of a good meal, or water; I 
brushed myself off and  got into a clearing to warm up with the rising sun.

I was amazed  that not a single vehicle had scoured the road during the night 
and even more  surprised that I hadn't run across the men from camp yet. 
Since I had made it  safely through day number one, perhaps today I'd be able to 
make it the rest of  the way into town. In my mind, I could see the rustic 
town, with it's feeling of  friendship and warmth. I just needed to get to my car 
and retrieve the hidden  set of car keys. I even had a few dollars tucked away 
underneath the driver's  seat; which would be enough for me to get a shirt 
and possibly an inexpensive  pair of jean. And, with the help of my dad, I could 
get him to wire me some  money for gas and food. It seemed that today was 
going to turn out okay; and I  wasn't even going to pursue these guys legally; I 
just wanted this nightmare to  end and I just wanted to get home and have a 
brotherly confrontation with  Ryan.

I thought I saw smoke from a campfire. It seemed to be in the  direction 
which I was needing to go; so I took off in that direction, not  knowing what I'd 
find once I got there.

I slowed to a crawl, as the  campfire neared. By the time I'd gotten there, I 
had crawled through the brush  and dead vegetation for about one hundred 
yards; not knowing if this whole thing  was a set up and the men were waiting to 
pounce on me. I scanned the area, and  listened for any sign of life; but the 
campsite appeared to be empty. I'd  stumbled onto a camp where the hikers 
failed to totally failed to extinguish  their fire.

I quickly stirred the hot embers and found several  small branches with which 
to rekindle the flame. The heat was a god-send.  Shockingly enough, these 
campers weren't all that careful about leaving the  place nice and clean either. 
On several of the large rocks surrounding the fire,  I discovered bits and 
pieces of what appeared to be scrambled eggs; which I  consumed with ease. I even 
found a couple fragments of what remained of a piece  of partially eaten 
bread which I also ate without reservation as to who's mouth  had been eating away 
at it before me.

Once again I scanned the  horizon, looking for the campers and trusting that 
none of the men from the  mayor's camp were anywhere around. Thankful that I 
was still alone, I looked on  the ground for anymore tidbits of food; but none 
were to be found. I'd have to  wait on good fortune, perhaps closer to town; 
before I'd get a good meal into my  body. I waited until the fire had reduced 
itself in size before I began tossing  handfuls of dirt on it; making sure that 
it was totally extinguished, then set  off in the direction of town.

Only once, did I believe that I heard  the engine of the rusty truck; and I 
responded by laying flat on the earth until  the sound faded away. I made 
fairly good time and prayed that I'd come in  contact with fellow hikers; but to no 
avail.

Late in the afternoon,  I got my first glimpse of town; from high atop one of 
the mountains. I knew that  it was going to take at least three more hours to 
get there but I was determined  now more than ever to make it before the air 
turn unbearably  cold.

As I crossed over the road, on the last stretch of trail  leading into town; 
I was only about a mile or two from freedom, when a car sped  passed me like a 
bat outta hell. I watched as the car continued on it's way for  about a 
quarter mile. Suddenly the car came to an abrupt stop and made one of  those seldom 
used, three point U-turns. I continued watching as it came  careening down 
the road, passing me once more. This time it stopped about a  hundred feet 
passed where I stood. 

I noticed the driver's door  open and saw only a partial head sticking out 
when I heard, "You, naked kid! Ya  need a ride into town?" I didn't waste time 
in answering him; as I took off  towards the vehicle in the fastest time I 
could muster up.

I was  just about to the back bumper of the car, when the driver stepped out 
and I  froze in my tracks watching the driver sprint behind the car and came 
at me with  a flying tackle. Both of us hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. 
I thought  for a moment that I was going to black out from the contact with 
mother earth.  As the stars cleared from my eyes, I came face to face with my 
attacker. It was  the kid from the grocery store. He had me pinned down and 
regardless of how hard  I fought; I failed to get him off of me. His strength 
must have come naturally,  as he was smaller than I am. He twisted my arm and 
flipped me over, face down  into the dirt. It was only a matter of seconds before 
he had my wrists bound  with one of those plastic ty-wraps. He even managed 
to bind my feet together;  after which he pulled them up and, using yet another 
plastic ty-wrap had them  affixed to my wrist; leaving me hog tied.

He managed to drag me  backwards, towards his car; and with a great deal of 
effort and adrenalin he had  me crunched up in the trunk. I started crying 
instantly, as the car started  moving; towards town I think. The ride lasted less 
than ten minutes, plenty of  time at this speed to make it back to town; and 
the motor was shut off. I heard  the car door open and close; assuming that my 
captor was going to open the truck  lid and haul my ass out, but he didn't.

I stayed in the trunk for  what seemed like hours, before the lid popped 
open. The first thing I noticed  was that it was now pitch black outside. I could 
barely make out the forms of  the men standing there, gazing down at my 
tortured body and tormented soul.  Several pairs of hands were used to lift me up 
and out of the trunk before they  simply released their grip; sending me 
crashing to the ground, or should I say  pavement.

Flashlights were turned on and began blinding my vision with their quartz 
light. I couldn't see anything at all, but knew that my life  was about to become 
a living hell from here on out.

The plastic was  cut which had held my feet to my hands and I was hauled up 
onto my feet. I was  surrounded by at least six men from camp plus the teen 
who'd captured me. Then,  the mayor stood directly in front of my face; and I 
could tell by his breath  that he'd been drinking.

I could tell by his face that he was  beyond mad. He stood there, silently, 
starring at me as if he could see into my  brain. His ominous presence sent a 
rapid feeling of fear throughout my body. He  slowly stepped aside, revealing 
none other than Vince; who stepped forward,  alcohol on his breath as well, and 
Vince swiftly connected his fist with my jaw  and his booted foot made 
contact with my nuts. I dropped like a rock, only to be  hoisted by up onto my feet. 
A solid punch to my gut was followed by a huge chunk  of man spit to my face. 
He, along with all the others laughed at my current  situation.

"Is it time now, NOW do I get to fuck the slave?"  Shouted the boy.

"Indeed, boy, now IS the proper time to claim your  reward," the mayor said 
with a slightly slurred voice.

I was  quickly turned around facing the kid's car and my wrists were freed 
but were  quickly re-tied with rope; each separately. I was then shoved forward, 
onto the  trunk lid of his car; and my arms were pulled out and forward, with 
the two  ropes being tossed through the open windows of the car. The ropes 
were then tied  together, thus leaving the upper portion of my body immobile. 
Ropes also  replaced the plastic that had been holding my feet together and 
those ropes were  tossed under the car; to be tied off to the rear axle of the 
vehicle. Now my ass  was exposed for any and all to see the remnants of the 
thrashing from two days  ago, along with the scratches obtained while trekking 
through the woods. The  cold night air had found my asshole and balls, which made 
the whole scene that  much more revolting.

"Before I fuck him, can I try out this little  thing I got last month? Heck, 
I've only got to try it out on a few stray cats so  far, but I'm dying to see 
how good it works on a slave like this stud." The  teenager said with glee.

"Don't see why the fuck not, go to it and  have yourself a blast. After all 
you're the one we need to be thanking for  recovering our property. We probably 
wouldn't have found the slave until  tomorrow, so you just take your time and 
enjoy him and his slave ass. Fuck him  all you want and then me and the boys 
will have our turn with his sorry self."  Came the slurred words from the 
mayor, leaving me to wonder how much torment  would I have to endure before they'd 
most likely kill me and toss my body into a  train's boxcar.

"Might gag the fag slave, before somebody comes a  snooping around back 
here," came words of advice from one of the men. In short  order I had a smelly rag 
stuffed into my mouth, thus silencing any outburst I  may have made.

Another of the men called out, "rustle up a couple  of those milk crates over 
there, seems like the kid might be needing them to be  high enough to fuck 
this worthless piece of shit."

The next thing I  knew was that a severe, if not life threatening pain struck 
my nuts. I screamed  into the rag, but my stomach was about to deliver up a 
health dose of the 'dry  heaves'. The men laughed, at my expense, as the same 
pain came calling. I  realized that the kid had some kind of electrical toy 
which he was using on my  balls. Over and over again the pain shot through me, 
until the teenager changed  targets.

I felt a hand yanking on my dick, pulling it down away  from the metal of the 
car; and suddenly the same shock was sent through my cock.  It was so severe 
that it caused me to release my bladder and a pool of piss,  steamed on the 
ground below. I was about to think that the boy rather enjoyed  playing with his 
toy more than he ever imagined; but soon he was done and I knew  what was 
coming next.

I could feel the hard plastic of the milk  crates bang again my ankles; as I 
heard the boy's zipper. Laughter ensued, which  for once wasn't being directed 
at me. Apparently the boy had removed all of his  clothes, much to the 
amusement of all the men, until I heard the mayor say; "See  there, the boy 
remembers his lessons well. He knows that he is supposed to be  naked in front of 
those far superior to his kind. No need to laugh at him; he's  only doing was is 
most proper as a fag slave should do."

The kid  stood up on the crates and I could hear him spit, presumably on his 
cock. "No  good lube for his ass, so we'll all just use spit, until we got 
enough cum  dripping from his hole." Shouted Vince, who was still in a rather 
mean  spirit.

In one fast, continuous motion, the boy rammed his cock  into my ass. I 
howled but it was of no use; as it only brought out more jeers  and laughter from 
the crowd of men. His cock was pumping like a runaway  locomotive, each time 
burying itself up to his pubic hair. A few properly placed  slaps on my ass kept 
my mind reeling. It wasn't until the kids final thrust  accompanied by a moan 
and a few choice words for me; did the boy unload his  sperm up my ass. I 
couldn't actually feel the cum, but I just knew what he'd  done. After stepping 
down from the crates the boy took two last shots,  delivering electrical jolts 
to my cock and balls. After once again slapping my  tender butt with his hand 
and telling me, "I'll be fucking you again real soon  fag boy", he moved away.

By now, I'd lost all hope of rescue, not  to mention release from these 
bonds; but I suppose I've never been one to give  up at anything I sent my mind to. 
I continued swallowing the bile which crept up  into my throat, wanting it 
all to just fucking stop!

After the  second cock had unloaded up my ass, I heard someone (probably the 
kid) say, "I  need to piss, so hold on just a sec."

I felt the car move slightly  and then noticed out of the corners of my eyes 
that there were two boots, just  in front of my head. Standing on his own car, 
the naked teenager grabbed his  cock and began spraying my body with his 
acrid urine. It seemed that everything  this kid did, brought the crowd of men to 
laughter and clapping. "Next time,  BITCH, I'm going to use your fucking mouth 
as my urinal and maybe even let you  taste my shit if you're a good faggot 
slave."

My ass was used by  all of the men and not surprising was the fact that they 
all followed the  teenagers example and stood on his car to piss on my weak 
and abused flesh. I  was thinking, now that they had their fun for the night; 
that at least I'd get  some form of relief; but again, as usual, I discovered my 
thinking wasn't in  line with theirs'.

I heard the men talking but the volume of their  voices made it impossible 
for me to clearly hear what they were saying; until  finally I heard the mayor 
telling two of the men to 'go get the trucks'.  

The stench of piss was everywhere and yet I wasn't as repulsed  about it as 
much as I had been when I first experienced another man's urine; but  it would 
be nice if I could rinse it off my body, along with two days dirt and  grime. 

I knew, and I could feel the dick snot dripping from my  ass; as my bindings 
were removed from the car, yet still attached to my four  limbs. Simply put, 
two men flipped me over onto my back, arching my body, which  was most 
uncomfortable. At least for now, I could see the men as they walked  passed me, 
flashlights still bouncing their beams of light in many directions,  as my limbs 
were once again fastened to parts of the car.

I heard  the trucks coming and I once again was confused.  Two trucks and I 
was  still tied to the car.

"Well who wants to go first", asked the  mayor as he apparently was still 
partaking of an ample supply of liquid  refreshments.

"I'LL GO FIRST! Carl yelled out.
I started  to lift my head, so that I could possibly see what they were 
talking about; but  one of the men quickly slammed my head back down onto the deck 
lid. The next  thing I know, Carl is standing next to me with a lit candle. 
The flame flickered  brightly in the calm, cold air; illuminating Carl's face. 

He  tilted the candle, sending droplets of hot wax onto my chest. I screamed 
behind  my gag, and he just laughed. The wax even found my nipples and that, I 
might  say, is most unpleasant. Soon Carl was joined by another of the men 
standing  opposite him, and he too began dripping hot wax. It appeared to me, 
and felt  hotter as the two men lowered the candles even closer to my body.  

Someone was now dripping the wax on my naked head, and ears; which  seemed to 
excite the crowd even more. As my eyes cast down, I saw the mayor  standing 
over my cock, and he too had a lit candle. He began dripping the hot  wax onto 
my cock and pubic region which seemed to only continue the hoots and  hollers 
from the men. I watched in horror, as he grabbed my cock at the base and  
raised it skyward; only to drip the molten liquid on the very tip of my dick. I  
was beyond screaming and the small amount of thrashing around I was able to do, 
 did not deter these men from their sadistic ritual. I knew that I'd passed 
out  from the pain; as when I came to, the men were all standing around passing 
their  bottle of booze back and forth.

I couldn't even feel the cold air  on my cock or balls. All I knew was that 
they felt a lot heavier now than  normal. It must have been one hell of a wax 
job they'd done. Not to mention,  that I was totally amazed that not one single 
resident of town had heard all of  the commotion.

What happened next, I really don't want to mention;  but, my mind tells me 
that I should, just in case you find yourself in a similar  situation.

The kid, climbed up onto his car once again, and I  assumed it was to piss. 
The next thing I see is the boy's ass, as he squats over  my chest. I can 
clearly see his hairless crotch along with his cock and low  hanging nuts as he is 
facing me. But, I wasn't expecting him to unload his turds  onto my upper 
chest. One after another they dropped from his ass, while the men  roared with 
laughter. He seemed pleased that he could 'perform' in front of the  other men, 
as he purposely lowered his head so that I might see the evil grin on  his face.

Chants of 'more', 'more' filled the air; but the kid was  done. He jumped off 
the car like a frog, to take a position standing next to me.  The men were 
still chanting, as the kid began to smear his turds all over my  torso. If there 
had been anything in my stomach, rest assured it would have come  sailing up 
and out.

Suddenly my legs were released, but then they  were bent backwards; straining 
every last muscle in my thighs, and the ropes  were tied to the same ones 
which bound my wrists.

The sound of the  truck engines starting up, caused my to freak out. The kid 
once more jumped on  the back of his car and once again squatted over my 
chest. I heard the sound of  his car staring up and I became even more frantic. 
>From the amount of  illumination and the sound of engines, I knew that one truck 
was behind us and  the other truck was in front of us. The car started to move 
forward with a small  jerking motion and the kid leaned over me with both his 
hands now firmly on the  vehicle.

The teenager quickly moved his hand, so that he could  remove the stank rag 
from my mouth; and I was most relieved to suck in the fresh  air. However it 
was short lived, as he maneuvered his body so that his butt was  directly over 
my face; and I watched in horror as his dirty ass lowered onto my  face. He 
dropped his head and said to me, "Lick me clean bitch, and eat my shit.  If I can 
do it, so can you."

There seemed no earthly way for me to  get air to my lungs as the full weight 
of his body was now resting on my face.  Several slaps to my head, caused me 
to open my mouth, trying to suck in air; but  all I got was a good taste of 
his young ass.

I knew the guys in the  truck behind us were probably busting a gut laughing 
at me; as I began to dart  my tongue up against the boy's hole. I must have 
struck one of his nerves,  because now, instead of slapping my head he was 
gently rubbing  it.

I'd all but forgotten that we were moving, until I noticed the  faint lights 
on either side of the vehicle; which only meant one thing. We were  going down 
the main street, dead smack in the center of town. I could only hope  that 
the only people out at this hour were the town drunks, as for sure I was  
exposed not only physically but exposed for all to see this kid sitting on my  face 
and me licking his ass clean.

Our little motorcade slowed and  made a turn off of the main street, and I 
soon found myself in a well lit  building; or at least from where I was laying 
it was a  building.

The kid eased up off my face and adjusted himself to  where his dick was 
gliding across my lips. "Open you fucking mouth bitch!", the  kid hollered, and I 
obeyed. I didn't want anymore trouble, not  tonight.

With his soft dick buried in my mouth I got his full  discharge of piss, 
which I wasn't able to swallow fast enough; thusly I was  slapped in the face with 
his shit covered hands.

After the teen had  climbed off of me, and the car; it was plain to see where 
we were. In a damn car  wash, of all places! I knew that the one truck was 
still behind us, and could  only assume that the other truck was in front of the 
car; thus partially  blocking the view, should anyone pass by. I could easily 
see the wands (2) and  instantly knew what was about to take place.

The familiar sound of  the coin slide in motion, the sputter of air just 
before the water starts to  spray were the first sounds I heard; other than those 
of a few of the  men.

One should be appreciative and thankful that the wands weren't  all that 
close to my body, as the water pelted my skin. The terrible stinging  sensation, 
reminded me of my youth when once I was stung by a jelly fish. The  men moved 
the wands all over my body and I was amazed that they pulled the wands  back 
when they went to spray my face. Then the soap came out, putting suds on me  
from head to toe. I seem to remember one of the men making a comical remark  
saying something like, "Do you think he'll need a wax job  too?"

After pausing for a minute, the water once again flowed,  washing the suds 
away along with any remnants of the candle wax. It seemed that  they were more 
interested in spraying my genitals and ass more than anything.  Naturally I 
screamed, but to no avail. My balls were bouncing around like a  canoe in a 
hurricane; helpless to defend themselves.

Suffer as I  might; but the knowledge that all of the piss and shit were 
being hosed off my  body and perhaps even alleviating a scrubbing in the cold 
stream was of some  consolation to my tormented body.

Somebody came up and pried my ass  open, while the other stood at a safe 
distance and discharged the stream of  water at my well fucked ass hole. I was 
slowly coming to grips with the fact  that there was no such thing in my thought 
process as 'humiliation'; not after  tonight. All I could do now was to 
conform to anybody's and everybody's wants,  needs and desires. I lay here, as such, 
a broken man; now nothing more than an  object of others pleasure and 
amusement. No escape, no tomorrows, only the here  and now. Over powered by these men 
and the boy, no say in my future; as if the  old real me no longer existed.

After turning my over, once again  they drenched my body with the soap and 
water; and once more they found pleasure  in rinsing out my ass. Just from 
exhaustion, I was glad that this particular  ordeal was over; as I now knelt there 
in the wash bay, hands properly placed  behind my head, watching as the teen 
and the two men made quick work of washing  the piss, slime, shit and dirt from 
the kid's car. Once the spray had ceased,  the air started to feel colder, 
colder in fact than the previous night; but  perhaps it was just a mixture of 
being wet and emotionally drained that caused  me to feel this way.

Before any of the vehicles moved, not to  mention started, they hauled me up 
to the lead truck and pulled me, without  regard to my safety in to the bed of 
the pickup. Once there were two or three  men in the cab of the truck, the 
men standing with me, turned me around facing  the back. I was then lifted up 
onto the roof of the truck, on my back. The ropes  that had remained dangling 
from my wrists were passed to the men seated up front  and they tied the two 
rope ends together; my arms now spread out nearly  horizontal to my body. They 
proceeded to bend my legs backwards towards the  front of the truck; with my 
ankles actually resting on each side of the truck  bed. The two ends of the ropes 
were then secured to the door handles, thus  making me look something similar 
to a slain deer in hunting season on the way to  the tagging station. My head 
was slightly tilted back, so I can only assume that  it was resting on the 
upper part of the windshield; making my torso and pubic  region the highest 
point. 

The mayor climbed up in the truck and  took a small piece of rope and wrapped 
it excruciatingly tight around my balls  and tied it off to my locked collar; 
and in doing so caused my cock to be more  pronounced to the world. "Enjoy 
the ride back home boy", the mayor said with a  certain degree of indifference 
in his voice. Grabbing and tugging on my foreskin  he concluded his words by 
saying, "it's coming off, no doubt about it slave boy;  you're going to loose 
this thing you consider part of your old  self."

All three motors ignited simultaneously and the vehicles  began to move 
forward. As we made the turn back onto the main street, I  continued feeling as if 
my life had ended and a new life lay ahead. I didn't  even turn my head when I 
heard what sounded like an inebriated man call out,  "you got yourself a good 
one there mr. mayor."

The cold air no  longer bothered me, nor did the bumps in the road; as they 
drove me back to my  new life. All I could see were the countless stars in the 
night sky and a few  billowing clouds. Even the cord around my nuts seemed so 
insignificant as it  strained with every bounce of the truck.  

The truck slowed,  turned and with the dirt road splattered with chuck holes, 
I knew we'd arrived  back at camp. I was, maybe wasn't, surprised to discover 
that the grocery store  teen had also driven up with the other vehicles; as I 
was taken silently from  the truck and forced to the ground to begin crawling 
back the remaining distance  to the camp.

The two campfires were full ablaze when we got there  and the warmth felt 
good and emitted a rather 'comforting' atmosphere. I was  hastily brought up onto 
my feet and pushed back against the thick pole they used  on me a few days 
ago.  The same poles were used again, spreading my feet  and hands. The mayor 
came up and removed the rope from my collar and allowed it  to momentarily drop 
free. 

One of the men came up and following  direction from the mayor began screwing 
into the ground, one of those things pet  owners use to chain their dog up to 
in the back yard. Once the task had been  completed the mayor took the free 
end of the rope and ran it through the large  steel loop on the dog anchor; and 
he seemed delighted in pulling it for all he  was worth. I no longer had the 
strength, nor the will, to scream or struggle; as  I watched my balls being 
stretched beyond belief.

Vince had gone up  to the 'Pain Center' and returned with several items. The 
first item, being a  wide leather band; was placed over my forehead and pulled 
tightly behind the  pole and fastened, thus immobilizing my head. The next 
two items were those  heavy metal clamps, which the teenager was allowed to 
place on my nipples. The  last item was slipped over my cock and the mayor made 
some adjustments on it;  which included spreading my foreskin over the cold 
hardened steel. "I'll leave  this on your worthless slave dick, just so you'll 
have a constant reminder that  this piece of apparatus is going to remove your 
skin in the morning." That's all  the mayor had to say to me, before he ordered 
everyone to their cabins, except  that from now on, one male would stand watch 
over me from a safe  distance.

I was left there for the night, with only the fading  warmth of the campfire 
to ward off the worst of the cold night air; to  contemplate the atonement for 
my sins.
 
To be continued...

Read all of the Sanibelboys work  at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sanibelboys
 

***The above is the sole responsibility of the poster.***

Moderator: jtmichcock@yahoo.com
Questions to Moderator: assgm2000@hotmail.com
On the Web: http://www.assgm.net
Email Story Submissions to: assgm@stump.algebra.com
Guidelines/FAQ: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list/files/
Mailing Lists: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list (all posts) and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-mm (adult pairings only)
20060313040528
