Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 02:43:36 -0000 From: Anthony Subject: Arrested [A homoerotic story containing scenes of group interracial forced sex, some S&M and Watersports.] [If offended by such scenes, under the age of consent or otherwise disgusted. Please go away now.] [If you like it - comments welcome to Anthony ] [Please note this is fiction. Condoms are not used. Life is not fiction. Use them.] Arrested Part One When they arrested me I expected some trouble, but nothing too serious. After all, my activities, whilst not quite in line with the aims of the present government, couldn't really be called illegal either. I thought I would most likely be deported, as had happened to most of my predecessors in the news agency. It would be a pity as I'd grown to enjoy the country, especially the look of the male population. The majority of the population was well under thirty, the result of years of civil war that had finally ground to a conclusion just ten years ago. The country was only just now really getting back on its feet, the majority of the older males being in the civil service or other posts of authority, one way or another. They had a combined army and police force, partially trained by my own countrymen. As with most of the civilian population they were mainly in their early twenties or younger and I just loved looking at them in their tight green shorts and shirts with black leather Sam Browne belts across one shoulder and round their waists. The belts matched their skins perfectly and I could have watched them for hours, velvet muscles on arms and thighs as they walked about, the tight stretch of fabric across their rears and somehow, they all seemed to be to be in possession of interesting bulges at the front. I had never dared to more than look and thought no one had noticed. I was soon to discover how wrong I'd been. They had picked me up as I left my hotel and very correctly and very politely in very broken English I had a problem to understand, informed me of my arrest for questioning due to the articles I'd been sending back home. The first surprise was when, after 'helping' me into the back of the landrover one of them went back into the hotel, returning a few moments later with a case of cold local beer. Opening half a dozen he passed them round, including one for myself. Still politely I was informed that I had to pass a personal customs clearance before I could leave the country and the officer concerned was at that time billeted out of the capital. It would be about a half-hours drive and it was a hot and dusty drive. They were quite correct and by the time the half-hour was up we had finished the two dozen half pint bottles between us. It was not particularly strong but I'd noticed some effect on my escort. A couple of shirts had a button or two undone and most of them were surreptitiously rubbing their groins from time to time. My thoughts were more of the regret at leaving the country and returning to cold England to take much notice and if I thought anything it was most likely that, like myself, they were all starting to feel the pressure that meant a pit call would soon be necessary. We arrived at a small camp surrounded by a wire fence. The guard post and one hut were the only buildings with half a dozen or so two man tents lined up to one side. Still in a cheerful mood they helped me out of the back, into the hut, down a short corridor past three doors to a room at the end. Sitting behind a desk was a young Officer, I would have guessed in his early twenties. Even so, he was the oldest man I had seen on the camp so far. They placed my briefcase and passport in front of him and he gave them a cursory examination. "The Captain will be back this afternoon. He has to sign the final papers," I was told. "Meanwhile my men can give you a physical examination before he arrives." "What do you mean?" I asked, starting to feel somewhat less secure. "We've got to make sure you're not carrying any contraband on your person or any infectious diseases. Haven't we?" He replied with a smile. "Of course I'm not." I replied, emptying the pockets of my shorts. "You can see I'm not carrying anything and you have my briefcase in front of you." "Socks and shoes," was all he said followed after a moment by "shirt." Unwillingly I complied, thinking it best not to make a fuss. "And the rest." "What do you mean?" "Shorts as well" I looked round at the soldiers who had escorted me into the room. It was only now I took real notice of the way they were fondling their groins; several shirts now open to the waist. "It has been noticed you like to observe the peoples army when you think no one is watching. Now its our turn to observe you." I mentioned the increasing need for a toilet to no avail. He told the soldiers to take me into the next room and prepare me for examination. There was no way I could resist. There were too many of them. As they half-carried and half escorted me back out into the hall their black hands plied freely across my naked body. The room I was pulled into had a broken cracked tiles on the floor and halfway up the walls. It had obviously been damaged during the wars but partially repaired and cleaned up. There was some sort of operating table in the centre of the room, which was otherwise quite bare. My wrists were quickly tied together and pulled above my head to be hung on a hook I not noticed in the ceiling. Luckily I was quite tall or I'd have to stand on tiptoe. Even so it stretched my body out to be inspected by the whole group of soldiers who had crowded into the room behind me. Most now had their shirts of and were quite openly rubbing themselves, grinning at me and making humping motions toward me. I was starting to panic when the officer entered the room. He was as naked as myself, his well built body glistening and a monster cock dangling between his legs, by the look of it just starting to come to life. "Let me explain," he said is his curiously perfect English. "It has been noticed how much you admire us. Well, we are going to satisfy your admiration. You won't be damaged or seriously hurt but we intend to enjoy ourselves. Possibly you will also." Most unlikely I thought looking at his mid rift. Even so. At least I knew I would be coming out of this alive and in one piece. He walked toward me and used his hands to examine me fully. He felt my hair, my ears, pulled my mouth open and felt round with his fingers. Down my shoulders to my nipples, which he pinched lightly and twisted. I couldn't help but respond with a gasp and an immediate response from my cock. Even in this predicament it had a life of its own. He felt it brush against his leg and looking down laughed and said something to the soldiers that had them all laughing as well. He continued down to quickly squeeze my balls and then went behind my back. A black hand came round my face and fingers pressed at my mouth. I opened and took them in, salivating over them, guessing what came next. They were removed and without much warning I felt at least two of them poke at the entrance to my arse. The other hand came round to twist and pull my left side nipple. As I pulled back and forth the fingers entered as if of their own volition and I felt his warm body against mine, somehow clean and musky at the same time. "I managed to say that I really needed to go to the toilet. "You only speak when told," was my reply. Even so he removed his hands and said something to the soldiers. A couple of them lifted me off the hook and took me over to the table where I was encouraged to lay down. I could now see this must have been a maternity room as the table had legs supports pointing into the air. My legs were quickly fastened to them leaving my arse feeling as if about to fall of the edge of the table, my cheeks pulled apart and my hole fully exposed. As if they had guessed my thoughts straps were fastened round my shoulders pulling my body taught along the table and my arms strapped down to my sides. I was well and truly trussed and available for whatever they wanted. I could guess what he wanted and it wasn't long in coming. By now my bladder was becoming painful and it was almost a relief, for a moment, to feel his massive cockhead push at my rear entrance. Thankfully he had greased it whilst I was being trussed up, even so I thought I was being split open as without mercy he continued to poke and as soon as he'd forced his way through my ring proceeded to plunge in right up to the hilt. I'd not been fucked for over a year and my arse was tight as a drum. I screamed and bucked to no avail as he grabbed hold of my thighs and used them to force himself even more fully inside my protesting passage. I just couldn't help it. As he plunged inside my something had to give and in this case it was my bladder. As his body brushed my thighs and crashed up against my balls a massive stream of piss jetted from my half erect cock to splash against his chest and even I was aghast to see his face. It didn't faze him at all; laughing his grabbed hold of my cock and re-directed the flow to fall over my own chest and then my face and open mouth. I had no choice but to swallow or choke. The stream seemed to never end but he just continued to play it back and forth up and down my body till we were both soaked. Then he called two of the men over, now I saw as naked as himself. I called them men but here we would call them boys, early to mid teens. One of them climbed on the table and knelt, one leg either side of my head, his hands stretching down to pinch and pull at my tits. The other stood above me, straddling my chest, his cock facing toward my face. I had no time to admire his lithe body or try and guess his intentions as the officer started to piston, slowly, and with increasing speed, to rape my arse. This wasn't a fuck, it was rape. No finesse, just pure brute force. I started to yell and try and struggle but the only part of my body I could move was my head and that was trapped between a pair of black thighs. Even with all that was going on I felt the cock behind my head stiffen and the body start to rub itself against my short cut hair. As it did so the fingers on my nipples pinched stronger and longer, my head was squeezed tighter between those thighs and the cock in my arse really speeded up. He was starting to gasp. I couldn't understand the words but the look on his face, the sweat pouring off his body to mingle with my piss, the hands gripping my thighs all told their own story. Suddenly I felt a hot stream on my neck, quickly moved to my open mouth. I couldn't close it. I needed every gasp I could get in between my yells. It smelt acrid but tasted of salt and opening my eyes I saw the naked boy straddling my chest was gleefully pissing into my open mouth. Again I had to swallow and keep on swallowing to keep from drowning. He knelt down, his cock inches from my mouth as the stream died away. I couldn't care what his intentions were as I felt the officer come to a climax. I felt his cock, even above the pain he was inflicting, judder once, twice, three times, and then a somehow cool stream shot up me even further than he'd been able to plunge. He continued for several moments. Plunging in to the hilt, another ejaculation, partial withdrawal, and a repeat and another repeat. Finally he came to a halt. Half bending over me, his head resting on the shoulder of the boy kneeling over my chest. It took him several moments to regain his breath and slowly stand up again. To my surprise he didn't withdraw but said something to the others that made them all cheer. I had been vaguely aware the lad squeezing my head between his thighs, while he tortured my tits had also stopped grunting and heaving. But it was not until the one with his cock facing my mouth reached behind and pulling his hand through my wet hair returned with it covered with white goo that I was aware he had humped my head to a climax. The cum was spread on the now erect cock and pushed slowly between my lips. I think he was a little afraid I would bite and I managed to grin slightly up at him in the hope he would take it easy. I would need some time to recover from the attack on my rear and could do with catching my breath as well. However he gave me little time to breathe, bringing his groin up to my face till his springy black curly hairs were brushing against my mouth. His cock whilst not large filled my mouth quite nicely thankyou and I was starting to panic about breathing when he pulled back slightly, giving me just enough time to gasp before plunging forward again. Shortly he got tired of the excise and kneeling back on his haunches used his hands to grasp my head, pulling and pushing, using my face as his own personal wanking machine. The officer still had his now softened cock in my arse and to my disbelief I felt it flex and start to harden. No! I thought. He can't be going to fuck me again so soon. He flexed his cock a couple of times and a I felt a hot stream of liquid jet up inside me. No. He wasn't going to fuck me, at least not yet. He was pissing up my arse instead. This turned me on so much I clamped my lips harder round the cock in my face and as he wanked himself with my head, used my tongue to massage the glands just below the top of his shaft. Sure enough this did the trick and with a yell he started to cum in my mouth, suddenly pulling back to finish by furiously wanking off over my face. As he pulled back I realised the other five or six soldiers had gathered round pulling at the most attractive selection of cocks I'd ever seen in the flesh, all in one place. Very quickly they followed the example of their companion, shooting all over my face and body. At times even over themselves in their eagerness. The lad on my face got down and the officer withdrew his cock, followed by a trickle of his piss mixed with cum. "You may be glad to know that my Sargent's here are the only members of this platoon mature enough to make use of you," the officer said "After my Captain has seen you they will do so in order to entertain the troops, so to speak. For now you can have a rest - of sorts." What did 'of sorts,' mean I wondered. Untying me I was handed a pair of running shorts that I recognised as having come from my bag, and taken outside where I was forced to sit on the ground in front of the hut. My hands were handcuffed round a post behind me and only then did I get a chance to look around. It was only now I noticed the other soldiers, if one could call them that, were only boys in very early double figures. There were thirty or forty of them I thought, all gathered round to see what was going to happen but no getting too close. Just what was going to happen I soon found out. [End of Part One]