Gary's Summer Interlude
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 23
Pilloried 

Mike, Miguel, Alvin, Brandon, Darren, Lawrence, Thomas, Alex, Earl, Vern, Scott, Jody, Ryan, Arnie 

The Party Boy loaded with its cadre of luscious party boys sailed out of Mobjack Bay and a few miles down Chesapeake Bay to the mouth of the York River, where the boat turned into the river and followed it a few miles to the mouth of Sarah Creek, where it again turned into the smaller estuary.  The Party Boy docked at the York River Yacht Haven near Gloucester Point around 2:30.  After Darren paid a fee to the marina manager, the guys spent the next hour and a half taking turns in the showers, shaving, and generally sprucing up.  Everybody seemed recharged by the hygiene break and spirits were high as they trooped into the marina’s restaurant for an early dinner.  As usual, they caused quite a stir with their handsome faces, muscular bodies, and tight-fitting clothes.

Their waitress, a pretty young lady named Amy, was so distracted by the sheer number of hot guys that she completely reversed several orders, but it all worked out well in the end.  After they ate, the group strolled around the marina, sometimes arm in arm and sometimes with arms about shoulders and waists.  Townsfolk and tourists alike could see an above-average level of affection amongst these exciting men, but most remained unaware of the sexual relationships that were the bases of the affection.

The sun was still high over Sarah Creek when they cast off from the pier and cruised into the York River on their way back to the same remote inlet where they had anchored the night before.  By the time they were out of sight of the marina and the settlement on the shore, everyone on board had stripped to provide freedom for their peckers and gonads along with titillation for their shipmates.

Before the anchor was dropped, Jody pulled Gary and Ryan to the back bedroom for another short consultation.

“Several of the guys asked me if either of you would be willing to spend some time in the pillory.  The consensus seems to be that it would be really hot to see your beautiful butts open and vulnerable that way.  So, what do you think?”

Gary and Ryan exchanged a quick look that seemed to be equal parts doubt, excitement, and shyness, of all things.

“Maybe,” Gary said.  “It was really hot to see it and I could see how incredibly turned on everybody got.”  He paused for a moment.  “The guys who came to me while you were busy were in a very ‘take-charge’ sort of mood, I think.”  He chuckled.  “I’ll admit it was great to let them have their way with me.”

Ryan nodded.  “It was the same with me.  They were all so turned on and seemed to be feeling a little extra aggressive.  It’s exciting to me when a man seems to want me so much that he just takes me for himself, you know?”

Jody and Gary both nodded.  “So,” Jody drawled, “are you guys saying you want to give it a try?”

The teenagers from the mountains looked deeply at each other, reading each other’s thoughts perhaps.  At the same instant, both nodded.

“I think I do,” Gary said.  “There will never be a safer opportunity to try something like this.”

“Of course.  I’ll be right there.  Brandon and Scott will be.  Everyone will be sure you are comfortable and having a good time.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Ryan said softly.  “You know, two months ago my asshole was virgin territory.  Now I’ve been fucked dozens of times by all sorts of hot guys.  I’ve been in a sling.  And now I’m agreeing to bare my ass and be restrained at the mercy of over a dozen horny studs.  I should find that idea terrifying, but I find it, uh, hot.  Very hot!”

All three blondes laughed.

“I think I’m moving awfully fast,” Ryan added.

“Do you regret anything?” Jody asked gently.

Ryan thought about that for a moment, then grinned almost sheepishly.  “No way.  I’m having the time of my life.”

“Thank God!” Gary cried.

“Actually, I do have one regret,” Ryan continued.

“What?” asked Jody.

“That I didn’t learn about butt fucking years ago!”

******* 

Half an hour later, shortly after Alex had dropped anchor, Jody went up to the top deck.  He stepped close to Scott and Brandon.  “The next guy to be pilloried is waiting in bedroom 6 for escorts.”

Their eyebrows raised at the news.  They stared for a moment at Jody before grinning and heading for the stairs.  “Get the pillory ready!” Jody announced as his house-mates began descending.

A loud cheer went up when Gary’s beautiful face appeared on the stairs accompanied by Scott and Brandon.  Although he was extremely excited, he was also very nervous.  As Brandon and Scott positioned him on the crossbeam, Gary noticed a joyous look on Mike’s face as several of the naked studs moved close and started touching him.  Almost immediately it seemed like a hundred hands began roaming over his body.  The stimulation was incredible!  The wooden box was put into place beneath him just as he felt hands part his butt cheeks and a mouth kiss his throbbing rosebud. 

The first stud on the box was Alvin (pictured), who immediately shoved a hard 8” across Gary’s tongue and into his throat.  For a moment Gary focused on covering his teeth, opening his throat, and calming his gag reflex.  Then his brain switched into sensory-reception mode as the lips on his ass parted to allow a muscular tongue to push into his sphincter.  Alvin pulled back and shoved in again.  The unknown, but talented, rimmer twirled his tongue.  Hands cupped his balls.  Alvin thrust.  Fingers tweaked his left nipple.  The tongue massaged the inside of his sphincter.  Hands caressed his wiggling butt cheeks.  Alvin thrust.  A mouth sucked his right nipple.  Hands rubbed his thighs.  The tongue fucked his ass, pushing to one side as it entered him and pushing to the opposite side as it exited.  Alvin thrust. 

Gary’s brain short-circuited and he could no longer process the sensations as separate feelings.  His sensory overload became a gestalt of beautiful, never-before-known feelings as if the entire universe existed only to bring him the most amazing feelings possible.  He no longer saw, heard, smelled, or tasted.  His only active sense was the sense of touch.  Feelings.  Sensations.  Rubbing, caressing, probing, licking, squeezing. 

Had he still been capable of conscious thought, he might have realized that giving up control contributed to the intensity of his feelings.  He might also have realized that the anonymity of those who were touching him in tender, loving, arousing, mind-blowing ways also added to the intensity of his feelings.  But he was not capable of such thoughts.  He didn’t even actually think that his feelings were intense.  He merely felt them, bigger, better, and stronger than he had ever imagined.  Before, his feelings had been the wind in the leaves.  Now they were a category 5 hurricane.  Before, his feelings had been waves at the shoreline.  Now they were a full-blown tsunami.  Before, his feelings had been the gentle rocking of his bed.  Now they were an earthquake measuring 9.5 on the Ricther Scale.  He came.  He hardly registered individual feelings because the sensations his body was receiving were so monumental.  His climax was stupendous as thick ropes of his creamy essence splashed against the pillory’s base underneath him, some even hitting Alvin’s feet on the box in front of him.  His scream was severely muffled by Alvin’s pubes against his straining lips.

As the minutes passed, the tongue in his ass changed and the dick in his mouth changed.  The tweaks, caresses, and tickles changed, too.  But in a very real sense, nothing changed.  The gestalt of super-nova sensations continued unabated.  Eventually the tongue became fingers and a few minutes later, the fingers became a steel shaft plunging into him like a hot knife blade into butter, a rocket ship into space, or an ocean-going tanker into a docking area.   He continued to accept and suck the cocks presented to his loving mouth.  He continued to accept and squeeze the ones presented to his gasping asshole.  His prostate took on a separate identity as it was stroked a hundred times, a thousand, maybe more.  It had an insatiable need to release the essence of life in response to the new life it was receiving.  As a massive pole of rigid flesh caressed his prostate for the thousandth time, that organ blew a load so powerful the extreme sensations of pleasure were read in Gary’s devastated brain as pain.  He screamed as if a limb were being amputated without benefit of anesthesia.  He came in great spurts like the waters of Niagara or maybe even Iguazu.  His scream was muffled by Scott’s huge dick and his groin as it mashed against his mouth.

Even with his screaming orgasm, the sensations did not abate.  Still, hard cocks assaulted his mouth and throat.  Other massive fleshpoles rubbed his battered prostate, beating it gently, driving into it even more sensations of lustful gratification.  Limitations of space and time dissolved. If he could have had a conscious thought, he would have known he could have lived longer without air than he could live at this moment without cock drilling him continuously from both ends.

He was united with the world through cock, massive amounts of throbbing, plunging, possessing cock.  Over and over again, cock filled him.  Over and over again, his ass was rubbed powerfully.  Over and over again, his prostate was tapped and caressed.  It seemed that no part of him was separate from the teeming masculinity that circled him, covered him, invaded him, fucked him, connected him.  Since he could not have a conscious thought, he was unaware that he was being completely possessed by masculine love in the form of cock, filling him repeatedly, answering his body’s screaming need, uniting him with every man whose cock was buried within him.  He came with his life force bursting from his penis like bullets from a machine gun.  He screamed into Thomas’ groin.  He came.  He screamed.  He came.  He came and screamed.

So devastated was his mind, he was not really aware of the many shots of sperm that had been left in his innards during an almost 2-hour assault.  How could he know that most of the men on that boat had contributed a load to his asshole?  How could he know that cum dripped out of him for well over an hour even while cocks were pushing into his ass and adding more cum to his rectum?  How could he know how many loads had poured down his throat?  How could he know anything beyond cock and cum and connection?  How?  He could not.

Finally, the cock in his mouth swelled and blasted him with another load of sweet and salty spunk.  He drank it down automatically because it was part of the connection.  It was the bargain he had unwittingly made to take cock and cum in exchange for connection.  It was part of his role in the age-old drama of give and take.  He was the giver of his body, his mouth, his throat, his ass.  He gave, grateful for the opportunity just as they, the men around him, the cocks they put inside him, they took, lovingly, kindly, powerfully.  The cock in his mouth softened and withdrew, but the cock in his ass continued to plow him.  At long last, it blew.  Gary didn’t hear the screams coming from behind him, above the wooden plank that held him hostage.  He was unable to receive any more sensory input.  His circuits had been fried as surely as if he’d suffered a direct hit of lightning.  When that cock withdrew, there was no hard cock to replace it.  Had the world ended?  He didn’t care.

Gary’s body hung limp from the pillory cross-beam since there was no one holding him in place any longer.  Cum poured from his gaping asshole in a continuous stream.  The precious baby-makers had been given to him by Brandon, Scott, Darren, Alex, Ryan, Jody, Mike, Miguel, Alvin, Vern, Earl, Thomas, Lawrence, and Arnie.  Every tiny swimmer was proof positive of Gary’s connections with these men.  Never before had he carried so many swimmers.  His ass was alive!

Gary slumped toward the ground but was quickly rescued by Brandon and Scott, whose loving arms held him while Earl and Miguel removed the restraining board.  Brandon lifted him, holding him against his strong chest with his big hands under Gary’s leaky bottom.  Alvin handed Brandon a towel to hold under the fucked-out bottom as he was carried away.  Gary was vaguely aware of the hands under him, not rubbing and caressing but supporting.  He sensed, in a far-off mind, that he was being moved, against his will but not against his wishes.  A minute later, he was held in a shower while warm water caressed his back.  Someone gently washed his gaping sphincter.  Cum continued to dribble out for a while, but the loving hands worked tenderly to clean him and refresh him.  He was dried and placed in a bed.  Slowly his sphincter recovered from the amazing exercise it had just received.  Silently and without fanfare it returned to its normal position.  His ravaged prostate rested, trying to rebuild the supply of sperm that had been so completely depleted during 4 massive climaxes.  Gary might have been aware of Brandon’s strong arms around his back as he passed out from the drug of satisfaction.  But he might not have been.

******* 

Brandon (pictured) held the exhausted Gary as he slept.  The big man gently stroked the younger man’s shoulders and arms as he allowed his nurturing love to surface and pour out on this man-boy he loved a great deal.  He had been seriously hurt as he watched the taking of the last remnants of Gary’s youthful innocence.  He had also been driven to an unsurpassed height of sexual excitement as he penetrated this gorgeous ass he had devoured many times before.  Gary’s butt had never been so open, so vulnerable, so receptive, so overwhelmingly accommodating before.  When Brandon felt the natural lube of several of his buddies’ orgasms deep in Gary’s ass, he lost a bit of his humanity, instead becoming this half-man, half-animal who existed just to fuck this magnificent ass.  He had temporarily forgotten that this ass was Gary, whom he loved.  This ass had ceased to have personhood.  It had become a thing for his own temporary pleasure.  It had become a cum-dump.  Only after he had dumped his own colossal load of cum into this ass did he remember it was not a disembodied cum-dump.  It was Gary.

 An hour later, holding Gary as he slept deeply, Brandon silently wept for the inevitable loss of innocence that accompanied growing into manhood, especially as a prolific bottom in a world of horny, debauched men.  He feared Gary might be forever changed by this night.  He loved and respected and admired Gary as he had been.  Absent the vestiges of innocence and the sense of wonder, Brandon wondered if he would love and respect and admire Gary quite as much.  For now, he clung to the beautiful young Gary, knowing he might actually be gone already, replaced by someone a little different.  

To be continued...

Posted: 08/06/2021