The Pledge Brothers Part Four - free erotic gay stories on MaleDirectory
A chill ran up and down my spine, as Patrick drug the fingernails of his right hand, down my side and over my sweat soaked ribs and body. Muscles tensed from the sensation, my back arched up pulling against the ropes, which bound arms and feet. My whole body glistened with the moisture, which was beading on my flesh, from the humid summer night air. My feet were now planted in puddles of mud, as the ice Pat had dumped on them, was quickly melting. My toes dug into the fresh cold mud, in response to his claws scratching against my tanned skin.
Blindfolded and gagged, I could only ponder what he had in store for me. I was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, slightly paranoid from the drugs, and yet excited about the mystery of what was happening. Just then, I was rudely startled from my mind's wandering, as I felt sudden tugging, and slightly painful feeling on my tender balls. Pat pulled the dumbbell weight high into the air and let go, allowing it to swing like a pendulum, between my outstretched legs. The rope noosed around my nuts even tighter and now, they were even more sensitive. Pat lightly slapped them with the palm of his hand, and I clenched my jaws into my gag, fully aware of his complete and unchallenged control of my helpless body. I bit into the gag like a horse on a bit, tightening my teeth into the fabric as I struggled with the mixture of pleasure and pain. He must have sensed I was near the end of my comfort zone, as he began to ease up. The weight stopped swinging, and all went deathly quiet.
I heard nothing for the next couple minutes. My ears were strained, fruitlessly, to hear what he was up to. Suddenly I felt something lightly brush my vulnerable balls, tickling them, but just lightly. Then the sensation went to the crack of my ass, causing yet another involuntary response. My sphincter tightened up around the head of the screwdriver, which was so skillfully tied, holding it in place, as a makeshift butt plug. A feeling of intense stimulation occurred to my prostate, like I had never experienced before, as the plastic handle rubbed up against my g-spot. My butt cheeks flexed, as the bird's feather was dragged between them. My hard dick leaked with pre-cum, begging for some attention, but to my dismay, it was left untended to, and the clear liquid continued to seep from the tiny hold.
"Damn Trevor, you are a little fag boy ain't ya'? You really seem to enjoy being my bitch here. It's gonna feel awful damn good when I slide my dick up that ass of yours. I'm gonna de-virginize that hole, mother-fucker, and you won't be able to walk straight for a fucking month. I'm gonna fuck you damned hard bro, so you better hope you like it that way." Pat said smuggly and with mock animosity.
"As for now, I wanna hear you beg. Hell, there's no one else out here, so I may as well let you plea out loud." Pat cut the gag from my mouth, letting the fabric fall to the ground beneath my legs. As I began to say something, he squeezed the roach clip that was attached on my nipple, bringing forth a very loud "Ouch!"
"Shut the fuck up, Puss! All I want to hear from you is sounds of joy, and laughter."
Before I had a chance to reply, he began to tickle me with the bluejay's feather. First, he tickled me under the arms, then on my sides and belly. He was relentless in his torture as I bellowed with laughter. If anyone was on the river, they could have heard me for sure. He ran the feather down my inner thighs and on the arches of my feet, covering every inch of my body, save for my newly shaven penis. My sides ached from all the laughing, and the ropes securing my arms and feet dug into the flesh, as my writhing body pulled against its bondage. As soon as I thought he was letting up, he would get a second wind, and go for more.
After what seemed to be an eternity, he knelt before me and blew his warm breath on my rigid cock. At the same time, I felt a tugging on my balls, while he removed the weight and unwound the rope encircling my swollen nuts. The relief was unbelievable, for it felt as if my balls had been stretched to the knees.
Once again, he picked up the feather. This time, though, he ran it up and down my shaft, which had been oozing a continuous stream of pre-cum. In the background, AC/DC was blaring from the stereo with Back in Black, and my cock throbbed while Pat circled the head with the feather, then continued to move it up and down on the rod. I felt as if my dick were going to explode, when Pat, unexpectedly, grabbed my shaft and squeezed it hard, milking a large amount of pre-cum from the slit.
Scooping the gooey mess up on his finger, he stood up, grabbed my jaw, forcing it open and without warning pushed his finger into my mouth. "There bitch, suck that juice off my finger…..you just can't get enough of that can you, boy?" I complied, and licked my own pre-cum from my fraternity brother's finger, savoring it's salty flavor.
"One more thing here, Trevor, then I'm gonna sink my boner deep into your ass. I decided I'm gonna fuck you right here, instead of in the tent. Then, if you are a good fuck, maybe I will untie you and let you sleep in the tent with me. Then again, maybe I will let you stay like this all night, and let my cum drip out of your asshole onto the ground between your legs. It's up to you. If you make me happy, and beg for it like a nice bitch, you sleep in comfort." I heard him walk away, despite the music, but did not hear him when he returned.
The piercing feeling of high-pressure water on the flesh of my cock, was the next thing to shock to my heightened senses. The water dug into my cock with each trigger pull. Pat had a spray bottle, water mixed with baby oil, with which he misted himself for sunbathing. But he set the nozzle, not on mist, but on stream. Holding the bottle merely an inch from my dick, he pulled the trigger, over and over; the sensation of which, was unreal. I think that if had he kept it up, I could have cum, just from the water pressure alone. But it was when he got to the head of my penis, that the sensation had became unbearable. The water welted the purple head, the feeling was a mixture of a tickling, and the feeling of pins digging into the flesh. My cock started to throb, a tell-tale sign I was near an orgasm. Pat stopped the 'punishment', instantly. He then removed the roach clip and clothespin from my nipples, and sprayed the sensitive nipples down in the same fashion, causing me to shake, involuntarily. Then on to the abs, which served, once again, to produce laughter, from the tickling feeling. Adjusting the nozzle to spray, Pat commenced to mist down my entire body with the baby oil/water mixture. Walking around behind me, he opened the bottle and poured the remainder of the mixture down the crack, between my glutes.
I felt a pulling on my thighs, while Pat removed the fabric strips, that were all that remained of my shorts, freeing the screwdriver. He took hold of the Screwdiver's shaft, and relentlessly began to fuck my ass with the handle, evoking groan after groan, from my tiring mouth.
"Alright Trevor, you know what I want to hear. Now say it!" Pat demanded. "Your asshole is as primed as it gonna get, beg for it bitch, make me want to give you my cock."
Feeling somewhat weird about it, I relented, and started to yell out what he wanted to hear. "Fuck me, Pat….Please fuck my ass…I want your cock in my ass…Please, Pat…" And finally, "Just fuck me, already, dude" I had pleaded over and over, as Pat continued with his beckoning and taunts. Finally, he must have been satisfied with my pleas. My arms abruptly fell from above, and down in front of me, and I nearly racked myself with my bound fists. Pat had taken the filet knife and cut the rope, which strung them up to the tree branch.
My legs, feet apart, were still bound to the stakes. Movement was not an option, as he cut the rope binding my hands together. "Touch your cock, and we start all over again, pretty boy! Now, cross your arms over your chest and place your palms flat against your shoulders." Pat instructed, and I did as he asked, without comment or hesitation. He, evidently, had removed the Siran-Wrap from the food cooler and had it handy, as well. The next thing I knew, I felt the palm of his hand holding plastic on the middle of my forearms, which were crossed over my chest. He wrapped the plastic around my torso and arms several times, securing them firmly against my own flesh. Next, he removed my blindfold, and walked around in front of me, flashing me an evil grin.
I had a hard time balancing, with my legs tied apart, and my hands, now firmly on my front delts, but that was not to be an issue for long. Pat kicked off his high top sneakers, and began to unbutton the fly of his jeans. His jeans dropped to the ground and he stepped out of them, not once taking his eyes off of mine. He was just as hard as I was, in anticipation of his reward. He walked over to the tackle box, got the KY Jelly, and began to stroke it onto his six-inch shaft. Picking up his jeans, he wadded them into a pillow, of sorts, and placed them back on the ground, about three feet in front of me.
"See, Trev, I ain't heartless, I'm gonna let you plant your face right in the ass of my jeans while I plow you from behind. That is what you want, isn't it?"
"Sure, Pat, just get on with it, and fuck my ass, okay? You want it just as much as I'm ready to to let you have it." He squeezed my tender nipple, making me wince.
"Don't get lippy, bro, I just wanna hear how bad you want it. And you ain't letting me have nothing....I'm taking it!"
Ironically, AC/DC was now playing Givin' the Dog a Bone. Pat walked up and slapped me in the abs, slightly knocking the wind out of me, then he instructed me to get on my knees, as he helped me down. My toes dug into mud, pulling against the stakes, and soon I was on my knees, with Patrick standing, nude, just behind me, feet between mine. He clenched a fist onto my medium length hair, and pushed my head down to the ground, resting my nose in his jeans. With a sudden jerk, he pulled the screwdriver from my butt, and I let out a gasp. I felt his hard warm cock wedging itself between my ass cheeks, and his hips began to, instinctively, rock back and forth. I could feel the glans of his penis begin to poke against my moistened hole, when suddenly he took hold of his cock, and with one quick, stabbing motion he entered me full force, crushing my face into his jeans.
"Fuck yeah!" He said as I grimmaced, adjusting to the feeling of having his cock in my ass. "I'm glad you saved yourself for me, Trevor. Now tell me how you have always wanted this, you faggot!" He yelled as he continued to thrust his hips, with a hard driving motion, deep into my ass. His lean pelvis bounced off of my butt cheeks, with a repetition that was gradually getting faster and harder, and more intense. One fist was still clenching my hair, keeping my face firmly in his jeans, while the other hand began to fondle my swollen nuts and occasionally stroke my penis. "C'mon, Bitch, Beg me for it!"
"Hell yeah, Pat….ugh..ugh….uhh….Fuck that ass, Pat. Dude, errgg, I've wanted this for so long...umpf! Fuck me, dude!"
He banged me even harder, muffling my voice into his pants. I could feel his testicles slap against my buns with each powerful thrust, and then, with one final thrust, my face was mashed into the ground, and Pat announced, loudly, that he was cumming, shooting his creamy load, deep into my wanting asshole. I could feel the slimmy goo, around his shaft, and down my crack, as his cock began to soften inside of me. This was the first and only time I have ever been barebacked, but I would not have traded that moment for the world.
Pat remained inside of me, but now leaned over, pressing his warm muscular chest against my back. He released my head and began to stoke my cock. He put his other arm around my chest and instructed me to sit up. As I did so, I could feel his cock begin to get somewhat rigid, once more. It began to swell inside of me, and as it grew, I could feel it expandind inside my rectum. Both of us on our knees, Pat began to stroke my cock at a faster pace, and my balls began to tighten. After hours of this intense play, and being deprived of sexual release, it didn't take much. My body shuddered, and I tensed up. Pat stroked my dick faster still, and the end result, a gusher of cum spewed out of my dick, onto my abs, onto the Siran Wrap covering my chest, and all over Pats hand. To this day, I don't recall ever having shot a load that huge.
Pat brought his hand up to my face, and without being told, I opened up my mouth as he, literally poured my own spunk from the palm of his hand, onto my tongue. After swallowing the initial load, he offered me his hand, and I eagerly licked it clean. Once again, he began to pump my ass, in this upright position, allowing him to thrust deeper than he had before. His first load acted as the perfect lube as his thrusts, once again, began to pick up pace. He wrapped his arms tightly around my chest and arms, and within minutes was shooting his second load up my ass. It was the most intense thing I had ever felt; losing my anal virginity, his cum in my ass, and then the sensation of him getting hard once again, only to shoot a second load.
Pat pulled his cum-soaked dick out of me, and started to remove the plastic wrap, freeing my hands and arms. Once my arms were free, I grabbed his pants, threw them forward, and laid down, in the dirt, on my belly. I rested my head on the denim pillow, while Pat worked at untying the tight knots, holding my feet to the stakes. Once my legs were free, I remained on my belly, and Pat positioned himself on top of me, his now soft dick, once again, laid upon my ass. He put his head around the side of mine and began to lick my ears, then he tenderly kissed my right cheek, and rolled me over. Up to that point, kissing was not really something I was accustomed to with guys. This, however, felt right. Again, he laid down on top of me, mashing our penises together , and the mixture of my cum and the dirt on my belly, was of no concern to him, as it was transferred to his own chiseled stomach. We just lay there, under the night sky, kissing and cuddling for what seemed a long time. After a while, basking in each others warmth and sorting through our new emotions, we felt raindrops falling onto our bodies, and decided it was time we head to the tent.
We reluctanly got up, decided to take a quick dip in the river to clean up, and picked up as much of our things as we could. Lugging our supplies along with us, we headed for our campsite. Once we arrived at the tent, the rain had become steady, and the hint of morning light was just below the horizon. Knowing we were on an off road, and that it would get muddy, we debated on leaving, and heading back to the frat house. After some thought, we figured the The Bonco was a 4 x 4, and since we were still in a drug induced state, we should take our chances with the impending storm, and stay. We ran for the Bronco, put some of our supplies inside, and grabbed a couple towels and ran back to the tent.
Just as we closed the tent flaps, there was a loud clap of thunder, and the storm had became a torrential downpour. We were both exhausted, so after we dried off we sat on the sleeping bags, passed a joint around, then cuddled nude, and in each others arms. Pat reached over, and shut off the battery powered, flourescent light. We closed our eyes, enjoying the warmth of each other's body, our friendship now on another level. The rythmn of the rain on the tent's canvas, soon put us into a deep slumber, Pat spooning me as we slept.
The storm had lasted all morning, and into the early afternoon. The weather was of no matter to us, as we were still sound asleep, crashed from all the beer and substances that we had ingested. When we finally woke up, it was 3 P.M., on Saturday, and the sun had just peeked out from beneath the clouds. We got up, neither of us bothering to don clothes, ate a quick meal, and decided to go for a swim. There was a small island in the middle of the river and it was decided we would race to the island and back, across the swift current, (thanks to the morning's rains).
"Wanna wager on the race?" Pat questioned, with a stupid smile.
"What kind of wager are you thinking?" I asked, already knowing where this was going.
"I was thinking something like we did last night!" Pat said with the arrogant confidence he always posessed, believing he was, unquestionably, the superior athlete.
"Anything goes?" I said as I prepared to dive back into the water, my eyebrow raised in excitement. I noticed Pat was getting somewhat hard, and seeing that, I began to get a rise, myself.
"Yup!. Anything goes."
"You're on, Sucker!" I said diving into the water.
We remained at our remote and secluded site on the river through that Sunday night. And, of course, there were other campouts, over the next couple years. Pat moved out of the fraternity house at semester's end, and signed a lease on a rental house. He had two roommates, (a couple other guys from the frat house); but when they were out of town, our diabolic and kinky games would continue there, as well.
For me, this whole thing was like a dream come true. Never, have I been with a hotter guy; one with whom I could share so much of my fantasy life, and yet have a "normal" friendship, at the same time. I miss those days, and still think of them very often. Since my college days, Pat has been the fuel for many of my late night fantasies.
Oh, in case you were curious about the race to and from the island,……………I won by two full body lengths.
The End