A Boy Who Came In from the Cold Ch. 03

"Do you like that, Jayse?" Damon was panting, stroking the spunk-wet head of his boner between Rayne's soft, full, choirboy lips. His prick was about five and a half inches and only medium thick. It jutted up from a nest of pale brown curls that virtually concealed his balls. "Do you like licking your Uncle's knob? Does he bring his friends round and let you suck all their hard cocks?"

He was huffing excitedly, bucking the head of his sex in and out of his plaything's mouth inexpertly. Behind the youngster, Gary put another bead of lube onto his middle finger and teased Rayne's hole more roughly as the slender youth bent forward over his friend's crotch, sucking and licking Damon's hard rod. He uttered an indecipherable sound, which could have been affirmation or protest.

"He's a fantastic little cock-sucker!" the young man exhaled enthusiastically. "Jesus! I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet," Gary warned without looking up. "You want first go up his arse, don't you? Let someone else have a go in his mouth if you can't hold it in." He stroked a hand over Rayne's left thigh and buttock. "You okay, Jay. You like that?"

Rayne nodded quickly, panting at the feel of the older fellow's finger on his hole. "Yeah."

"Good lad. Just try and relax." Gary pressed on his spincter and he wriggled at the sensation. "Your uncle's a lucky fella. Does he frig you while you're sucking his dick? Does he put his finger up your arse?"

"Yeah," Rayne was breathless. He knew what was coming and kept tensing, though he also understood that it was going to be more painful that way. Two of the other men had come to join them at the bench and one sat down on the other side of his clothing whilst the other remained standing and put Rayne's left hand on his hard cock. He rubbed the guy's tool instinctively. It felt like hot, wet velvet to his touch.

"What about dildos or butt plugs? Does he put things like that up you?" Gary pushed a little harder. The tip of his finger breached Rayne's ring and the young man sucked in a sharp, startled-sounding breath as he felt it squirm wetly inside him. He shook his head. The seated fellow had a shaved skull and a little rose tattoo on one temple. He guided Rayne's right hand to his erection. When the boy was rubbing both their cocks, he reached between Rayne's slim thighs and groped his balls firmly.

"'Ey, Damo... the chicken's got a bigger knob than you!" he teased the birthday boy with a snigger.

There was a sober-faced man standing to Rayne's left. He was tall with dark, shaggy hair to his shoulders and looked older than most of these guys, there was a sprinkling of grey at his temples and in his pubes. Wordlessly now he laid a hand on the back of Rayne's head, guiding the lad's mouth onto his long prick. Gary forced his slippery finger more urgently up their playmate's arsehole and pumped it steadily in and out. Rayne closed his eyes and shuddered at the ticklish sensation inside him.

"Let me have a go," Damon was gasping. From the laboured sound of his breathing, Rayne guessed that the birthday boy was having a good hard wank.

"Put the neck of the tube in his arsehole and squirt some more lube up him," Gary advised, pulling his finger out. "He's fuckin' tight. You're gonna have to get him looser if you don't want him to crush your midget prick."

Some malicious laughter greeted this comment and Damon swore at them all vehemently as he got down to business between the boy's bare legs.

Rayne inhaled involuntarily, his jaws stretched wide around the long, heavy cock in his mouth, as he felt the sharp, narrow neck of the lube tube penetrate him crudely. Damon squeezed it and he was filled with cold, water-based gel. A probing finger wriggled up his arse, poking him experimentally. He was not gentle and Rayne struggled, but was held in position by Gary and the other two. The tall, dark fellow began to pulse in his mouth as Damon's finger partly withdrew and was quickly joined by a second digit, attempting to stretch his ring from within. He could hear Damon panting with his mouth open.

The man he was fellating let him lift his head for a moment, then the skinhead told him to get astride the bench. When he was straddling the form, his face was pushed down into that man's shaven crotch and his mouth was filled with cock meat again and fucked energetically. Rayne struggled but the four of them held him. Damon fingered him harder and faster from behind and now the others began to help him. A third slippery finger was pressed less nervously into his anus, then a fourth, all pulling him in different directions. Rayne shuddered like a dog shrugging off water. The shaven fellow bucked up hard into his face, sheathing his cock head in Rayne's pharynx as he squirted a hot blast of semen into the boy.

"Fuck! That's good!" he barked as the tall, dark haired man knelt and made Rayne swallow his cock again. The slender whore was gagging and trying to protest but his objections were quickly muffled by another mouthful of thrusting sex. He kept his eyes open now, shivering with more than just nerves. As the big prick in his mouth forced his jaws wide and a dribble of semen and saliva ran down his chin he concentrated on breathing slowly through his nose and let his clients do the work.

A muscular guy with receding hair began to touch him between his slim legs and pulled one of Rayne's hands onto his hard penis. Gary was also hard now and rubbing himself against Rayne's thigh as Damon frigged his hole. Gary began to lube Damon's prick steadily in preparation and the younger man whimpered with eagerness at the touch.

"Is your bum ready for its first cock, Jayse?" he keened. "Are you ready for a good hard locker-room fuck, baby?"

The murmur of expectant conversation in the changing room had grown louder and Rayne was conscious that more men had come through from the next chamber, which was presumably the gym. They were watching and discussing him. At least eight men were standing around the bench, some rubbing their hard members as they stared at him, waiting for Damon to deflower his 'teenage' hole. Rayne felt the fingers pull out of him and the young man's lube and spunk wet sex was between his cheeks, rubbing up and down over his roughly-frigged entrance. He was shaking so hard that he could not speak. This was far from his first time, but he was overwhelmed by the sudden thought; 'What if it had been?'

Johnno was less than scrupulous in his business dealings. If he could get his hands on a genuine virgin, he'd sell the kid's arse faster than a chameleon could snap up a fly. And the more buyers, the better the deal.

"I'd pull out of his mouth while Damo's getting it up him, Wes," someone said, bringing him back to the present. "He might bite!"

The cock between his lips withdrew at once. There was laughter, some of it nervous. A hand stroked his thigh. Another caressed his cock and balls. They were all eager and not a little scared. These bastards genuinely believed he was well underage and they were willing to watch him get stripped and violated; even to take part in his degradation. He experienced a sharp, violent flashback; lying on his belly with his knees bent, biting his lips hard so that no one heard him cry as Uncle Bryan raped him violently in his own bedroom.

"Are you okay, Jay?" That was Gary again, breathing harder. "Do you understand what we're going to do to you now?"

Rayne huffed quickly and quietly, genuinely disturbed by the memory. He met Gary's eyes and shook his head. The older man stroked his body gently.

"It's okay, I promise," he said in a level, soothing tone. "Do you know what it means to lose your cherry, Jay?"

"Its…" Rayne lowered his eyes; controlled his breathing. "It's when you have… when you go all the way… for the first time."

There was a collective exhalation of held breath. A couple of guys began to wank themselves and one another, moving closer for a better look.

"You're going to go all the way with Damo now," Gary told him. "It's okay. Your uncle's here and he says it's good. Only we need to get a move on, we've only got about fifty minutes left and we 'all' want to have some bum fun. You know what I mean?"

"Does it hurt?" Rayne looked back up at him, eyes huge and wary; luminous in the bright light of the dressing room.

"Naw!" Gary grinned at him. He began to grope Rayne's scrotum steadily. "It feels good, Jay. Really good!"

NO WAY OUT:

Ant clenched his teeth as the one called Gary began to hurry his slender playmate into having full sex with them. He had barely been able to contain himself as a handful of them molested the lad and forced him to blow them. Johnno had to hold him back when three of them began to finger the little whore. As more men came to watch, he felt sicker and angrier with the bastard by his side.

"Stop this now!" he hissed furiously as Damon poked between the beautiful young man's creamy cheeks with his greasy cock and Rayne moaned and begged him to stop. "They're hurting him."

"Don't be a fuckwit!" Johnno whispered back at him. "'You've' banged the randy little slut, and he enjoyed it plenty. I was listening! That shrimp-dick's gonna feel like a kid's finger up his fuck-hole after your big bone."

Ant wanted to look away but he could not take his eyes off the scene unfolding in front of him. Rayne was crying out in a sharp, high tone as the young man kneeling against the bench astride him gripped his skinny hips and bucked his cock head through the tight ring of muscle and deeper into his arse. Damon ignored the lad's yelps for mercy and pounded his hole energetically. Rayne was straddling the bench, his crotch cushioned by the small heap of his discarded clothing as he was fucked without pity. His mouth was pulled down onto Gary's penis now, stifling his cries and he was made to suck again. His horny audience drew closer, wanking over him and encouraging him to stroke them.

"Jeez! He's fuckin' tight," Damon panted as his cock ricocheted awkwardly in and out of the boy's anus.

"Well loosen him up then!" one of the other men laughed.

"Bet he's tighter than your mum!" another chortled..

Damon stopped huffing and uttered a long, low growl of satisfaction, immune to their taunts. He bucked into Rayne one last, savage time, then pulled out, his prick still dripping cum. The boy whimpered with obvious relief. Gary took Damon's place at once. His cock was longer and much meatier, lubed with spit and pre-cum, and he sheathed it in the boy's arsehole with a few smooth, firm thrusts. Rayne groaned huskily as he began to pulse hard and fast. Ant relaxed, he could tell from the expression on Rayne's gorgeous face that the young slut was loving this bigger, more experienced prick. He did not resist nearly so much and his cries were definitely fuelled by arousal. Rayne keened with disappointment when Gary all too quickly reached his climax and yanked it out, oozing a thick wad of yellowish spunk between his cheeks.

Three men pulled the youngster to the floor, supine and spread his legs. Two of them tugged his mouth back and forth from one twitching boner to the other and the third knelt between his buttocks and probed him hard. The two leaking cock heads between his lips muffled Rayne's moan of anxiety. Now the sodomite pushed himself into his playmate's vulnerable hole and pounded him rapidly. A fourth man joined them, standing and holding Rayne's ankles wide apart over his shoulders as he squirmed on the ground. The bugger and the standing man changed places once the former had cum hard in Rayne's tight passage. The pair kneeling by his head were feeding him their spunk, squirting white rivers of sticky juice into his mouth and over his face as he groped for them blindly, his hands gliding over their thighs and buttocks. The guy who had been holding his feet now knelt between his legs, spreading them firmly and laughing as Rayne was re-entered and jack-hammered for the fourth time in quick succession.

Ant was disgusted with himself. He hated himself for watching this and for getting hard as Rayne was undressed and violated roughly in front of him. The boy had a lovely erection and one of the men on the floor with him was now rubbing it eagerly for him. Another knelt between his slender legs, holding his thighs apart in powerful hands whilst he fucked the pretty kid. Ant saw the tall, older guy, Wes standing over them watching and rubbing lube on his big, hard cock as he waited for his turn up Rayne's chute. He easily had one of the largest penises here. It was as long as Ant's and very thick, with a broad, circumcised head. Ant wondered if Rayne was sizing them up, deciding which cocks he was looking forward to riding and sucking.

He was faking deliciously well, whimpering and struggling, telling them in a high, husky, breathless voice how big they felt and how it hurt but he was loving it. The rough guy hunkered over him, groaning his appreciation, then pulled out and Wes turned Rayne over, drawing the skinny boy to his hands and knees. He eased his long, fat rod in steadily, keeping Rayne's cheeks spread with both hands. A lean, hard-muscled young fellow not much older than Rayne knelt in front of him and was joined by a stocky guy with ginger, close cropped hair. Ant felt a good dollop of cum ooze from his prick as he watched Rayne swallow both their tools. The boy reached under himself with one hand, rubbing his own cock as Wes began to piston in and out of his arsehole. Immediately another man knelt beside him and started to touch him, pinching his small, dark nipples and tugging on his hot young penis.

Ant slipped a hand into his pants, closing his fingers around his hot, twitching sex and began to wank as he watched Rayne submit to cock number five, and then cock number six. Wes pulled out and creamed himself between Rayne's bare cheeks with an exclamation of satisfaction and his place was taken automatically by the eager masturbator. The ginger boy slipped out of his mouth and pulled on his prick. He squirted a good load of watery ejaculate all over Rayne's face and dark hair. Beside him, the muscular youth began to give their fuck-toy's throat a good pounding. When he pulled out a flood of cum trickled from Rayne's parted lips as he crouched on his hands and knees, huffing like a winded horse. Fuck number six kept him in that position and banged his spunk-lubed hole vigorously from behind.

Ant beat his wand a little harder in his pants. There were, he estimated, about fifteen men wandering in and out from the gymnasium in various states of undress and excitement. As his current mate reached orgasm and withdrew, Rayne complained quietly that his knees were bleeding and there was a tactical discussion, which resulted in the action relocating to the gym. Around seven men accompanied Rayne to one corner beneath a security camera where there was a thick crash mat, covered in blue PVC. They scrambled onto the mat in a rough semi-circle around the boy. Moments later the three large screens above the exercise machines, which were normally used to show MTV, flickered into life, depicting the CCTV image of Rayne Wilde getting his legs spread and his rectum filled with thrusting sex. Ant watched via the screens as his lover willingly swallowed some more cock and the others whacked their meat eagerly all around him, splattering their cream on his pale skin and the cobalt rubber mat cover.

Gary appeared beside him, shaking his head incredulously at the images above them.

"How do you do it, mate? How've you had his hot mouth round your dick for so fuckin' long and not given him a good bumming? I'd have had it up his saucy little shitter years ago."

Ant shrugged. Right now the idea of taking Rayne into the showers and washing him down gently, whilst entering him and fucking him was foremost in his mind. The boy looked so hot and horny, surrounded by randy males prepared to take advantage of his submissive body. His eager lover could hardly wait for the chance to get him alone and use him all night. He wanted to tell Gary what a dirty, willing little whore Rayne was and how good he looked in a gag and cuffs with an eleven inch dildo up his arse.

"I've got plenty of time to fuck him when you guys are done warming him up for me," he said with a knowing smile.

Gary laughed at that and carried on stroking whilst he watched the hardcore action on screen. Rayne was stark naked, lying on his side with a guy behind him and urging his arse into the man's crotch whilst another prospective mate licked cum and sweat off his chest and neck. They were spreading Rayne's legs and the one in front now rolled the boy and his sex-partner onto their backs and someone handed him a bottle of massage oil. Rayne was humping himself up and down on the big tool between his cheeks as the oil was poured down his crack and all over the hard prick of the second man. Between them they pulled Rayne's arms and legs as wide open as they could and the second man mounted him, forcing a second slippery dick into the boy's well-fucked anus. Rayne was thrashing and crying out as they began to pump at him in unison. The guy lying under him put his sweaty hand over Rayne's mouth, gagging him and others held his arms and legs as the two men raped him hard. At once the crowd of wanking onlookers doubled.

STAR ATTRACTION:

A huge, rippling cock was pushed into Rayne's mouth from the left, then another from the right as two faceless strangers bucked away urgently in his rectum. He felt the sweat slick, muscular chest and belly of one of them pressed up against his bare back. Cream squirted all over him from the eager voyeurs kneeling on the edge of the mattress all around him. There was a man licking his nipples as he writhed on the plastic cover, sucking and stroking and getting fucked hard by his horny assailants. One man was lipping and lapping at his hairless bollocks, teasing him mercilessly and milking his young cock with a hot hand. Rayne's dark head turned to one side, lips parted in a soundless gasp for clean air as one of his mates withdrew from his face. Cum ran out of his open mouth and down his chin, then a hand gripped his sweat and spunk soaked hair and another hard on was urged between his jaws. He closed his eyes and let it happen.

A man flopped down on the mattress beside Rayne Wilde as he reached an exhausted climax for the insistent hand and mouth on his genitals. His limbs quivered uncontrollably as he spent his seed, feeling detached from his body as if this was a dream. At the same time he felt one of the rapists press deep into him and fill his rectum with semen. The other pulled out and spilled his load on Rayne's bare belly before licking it off. His tongue wriggled over the boy's flesh like a clammy worm. Hot, sweaty hands rolled him over and he found himself lying astride the naked man by his side. He was drained and sore and tried to tell them so but the guy's prick was rock hard between his legs. Resolutely he was lifted onto it and fiercely impaled. Another cock probed at him from behind and he shook his head.

"No… please. No more." His throat was salty and parched; the words were just a whisper.

A big cock waved back and forth in front of his face and he tried to push it away but then his hands were gripped and he felt a penis within the circle of his fingers. The hot, throbbing bell end pushed against his lips and into his mouth then pulsed over his tongue, in and out. The scent of sweat and semen filled his nostrils and the air was almost too humid to breathe. He felt sore and stretched from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. As some faceless creature started to buck between his legs again, he closed his eyes and submitted to the assault, riding the wave on autopilot. He felt sure that the session had gone on far too long, although he was unaware of the time. All he knew was that he was sore and breathless.