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The Trail
by W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)

***

Returning home after some lengthy travel, my wife 
decides it's time for some adventure. She makes me 
strip, binds my hands, and abandons me on a hiking 
trails near our home. I have to make my way back on my 
own. Along the way, she arranges a little excitement 
for me. (MM, husband, exh, oral, bd)

***

We got out of the car in the darkness, the night warm 
and humid. She had been driving, and I walked around to 
her side expectantly, knowing she was up to something. 
The car was parked on a large earthen berm that made up 
the north end of a man-made lake. Blazing lights 
reflected off the water from the houses that backed up 
to the opposite end of the lake, approximately 150-200 
yards away. People could be seen moving around through 
the large plate glass windows of one home as they went 
through their Friday evening routine.

The developer had yet to build houses on the east and 
west sides of the lake, so our location was fairly 
secluded. A small wooded area was to our north, backing 
up to another large neighborhood. The woods narrowed 
down and followed a creek as it passed behind the 
homes. We were within a few miles of our own home, had 
been here many times, and knew the area well.

My wife was an exceptional woman. Slender and fit, she 
was a pleasure to look at, and a lot of fun to be 
around. Normally an outgoing and active member of our 
community, she had a delightfully evil streak in her 
sexuality that few people knew about, and that I was 
learning to love. While we spent most of our life as an 
atypical American family, once or twice a month we 
indulged in sexual adventure. I could sense that 
tonight was such a night.

As was often the case, she wore a simple cotton summer 
dress that buttoned top to bottom in the front. The 
sight of the thin material clinging to her shapely body 
was a sight that never failed to turn me on. As I took 
her in my arms and kissed her, my roaming hands 
confirmed what I already expected: no underwear.

The car was between the two of us and the newly built 
homes across the lake, and we leaned on it as we kissed 
in the warm night air. I could kiss her for hours on 
end. In fact, there was nothing I liked better than to 
have my lips on her skin, and my mind wondered to joys 
of oral exploration I hoped to be in my immediate 
future. I wanted to kiss her all over. 

We had been lovers since our college days, and as my 
hands lifted the back of her dress to caress her bare 
ass, I marveled yet again at how my passion for this 
woman never wavered. Years of intimacy had yet to 
reduce our interest in each other.

We had a couple of stiff drinks before we left the 
house, and I knew she was up to something, but as I 
held her in my arms in the light of a half-full moon, 
my hands on her bare bottom, I totally forgot about my 
suspicions. Pausing to look in her eyes, I saw a spark 
of the evil that lay there, and my heart skipped a 
beat, as the anxiety I had felt in the car returned. 

She had been traveling quite a lot in recent weeks, and 
our reunion had been warm and exciting, to say the 
least, but now I recognized in her the hunger that had 
come to define a new side of our sexual relationship in 
the past year. I quickly closed my eyes and brought my 
lips back to hers, trying to get lost once again in the 
heat of the moment. But it wasn't to be, as she pulled 
away.

'Take your clothes off, slut.'

The use of 'slut' gave her intentions away, and made my 
stomach draw up in knots. It was the pet name she used 
when my big, hard cock and passionate desire for her 
were simply not enough. Even though this night it was 
not a surprise, it still took my breath away, since I 
rarely knew what she had in mind. I still foolishly 
clung to the belief that I remained an alpha male in 
all aspects of my life, not just public and 
professional. Looking in her face as she stepped back, 
her smirk told me she had absolute confidence in my 
compliance. And why shouldn't she?

I looked around, but we were alone, save for the people 
in the homes across the lake. It seemed that the 
combination of the moon light and the reflections from 
the houses had the area well lit, but I knew it was 
probably not so clear as it appeared, that my eyes had 
simply adjusted to the low lighting. Further, the car 
was between the houses and us. She chuckled as she 
watched my nervousness.

'It doesn't really matter, does it slut?'

No it didn't. Her mind was made up. And just that 
quickly, so was mine. I had no intentions of 
disappointing her, no matter how anxious or unsure I 
may be. I was wearing a simple tee shirt and shorts, 
with sandals on my feet. In one smooth motion, I pulled 
the tee shirt over my head and off. I made a big deal 
of straightening it out and folding it on the hood of 
the car to buy time as I looked around once more, which 
brought another stifled laugh from her. 

Done with the shirt, I looked to her for guidance. Her 
steely gaze and the tight smile on her lips gave no 
hope for mercy, so my hands slowly moved to the snap of 
my shorts. Lowering the zipper, I easily stepped out of 
them one leg at a time, purposefully leaving my 
underwear on. When I looked up, her hand was out, and I 
gave her the shorts. She had no intention of me buying 
more time as I had done with the shirt. 

I hooked my fingers in the top of my briefs as she laid 
the shorts atop the shirt. Taking one last look around, 
I lowered my underwear without looking to her, knowing 
it was useless to hope for a reprieve. Now naked, I 
stood before her with only sandals on my feet, my cock 
happy to be free and stiffening a little. She looked me 
over with a sparkle in her eye.

'Now that's no so bad, is it slut?'

I nodded no as she again slipped into my arms. As we 
kissed, she dropped her right hand to my crotch, 
squeezing my naked cock. Back to where we were 
previously, just me with substantially less clothing, 
my cock responded immediately. Before long, she had me 
hard as my tongue explored her wet, warm mouth. Perhaps 
I had misjudged this evening? 

I quickly realized this situation had possibilities as 
my hands explored her body under the thin cotton. I 
could see me spreading her across the hood, my mouth on 
her pussy, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Excited 
by the thought, my hands moved between us to the 
buttons of her dress. I was on the third button when 
reality settled in to stay.

Roughly pushing me away, she said, 'Later slut. I've 
got plans for you.'

As she leaned over to pick up my clothes off the hood, 
I could see nearly all of her right breast through the 
now open top of her dress, the whiteness of her private 
area seeming to shine under the moonlight. I yearned 
for more. She gathered my things and opened the car 
door. The interior light came on, and immediately I 
felt totally exposed, my cock still hard. 

I resisted the urge to duck behind the car, 
rationalizing that the light wasn't as bright as it 
seemed, and that the car was between the houses and 
myself. She leaned in to the car and tossed my clothes 
on the passenger seat, then tilted the driver seat 
forward to get something from the back. She took her 
time, either to let me study her behind, with her dress 
riding way up her backside, or to make me stand 
anxiously in the light. It was hard to tell which was 
the case, but I took advantage of the chance to admire 
her ass.

She came out of the car with a shoebox, which she set 
on the hood, seemingly reluctant to finally close the 
door and extinguish the light. As my eyes re-adjusted 
to the darkness, I saw her remove the lid. She reached 
into the box and came out with a garter belt and dark 
stockings. My heart sank. Without a word she handed 
them to me. I knew what was expected.

Slowly I put on the women's underwear, as she watched 
bemused. I realized with some dismay that the feel of 
nylon slipping over my legs was familiar, and not 
altogether unpleasant. This portion of our humiliation 
routine was still the hardest to handle, but I was used 
to it by now and had to admit it wasn't really 
unpleasant. 

It was just the thought of how it reduced my manhood, 
more than anything, which troubled me. A simple mind 
fucking that I knew by now my wife loved to administer. 
Finished, I made sure everything was straight and even, 
an unintentional but sure sign of acceptance my wife 
didn't miss.

As usual, I hadn't said a word, waiting patiently to 
see what she wanted. In her mind, it was my job to 
obey. In my mind, it was my job to worry and obey. I 
did both quietly, knowing my worry would only amuse 
her, and my obedience was expected.

Reaching into the box once again, she came out with the 
leather wrist cuffs I had worn so many times. I 
extended my arms without question, carefully checking 
out the houses across the lake as she strapped them on 
me. From the best I could tell, no one was watching my 
act of submission.

'Turn around, slut.'

I did as I was told, allowing her to pull my arms 
behind me and attach them at the wrists. My hands were 
now bound behind my back. She turned me ninety degrees 
to my right and pushed. Without question, I bent at the 
waist and lay across the hood. It was warm against my 
bare chest and my cheek.

I didn't watch as she fumbled around in the box again, 
focusing instead on the houses across the lake, but 
wasn't surprised when I felt her lubricating my 
asshole. She did so generously, and the contact of her 
fingers on my anus was electrifying. My cock had fallen 
to half-mast, but quickly recovered as one, and then 
two of her manicured fingers slipped inside of me. 

My eyes went closed as I let out an audible moan. Now I 
had it figured out. She was going to use a strap-on to 
fuck me in the ass on the hood of our car right here in 
the open, with houses full of people only a short 
distance away. My cock was rock hard as that image 
flashed through my mind and her fingers fucked me, and 
I tried to rub myself against the side of the car.

Her fingers suddenly pulled away, and the warm night 
air now felt cool against my well-lubricated asshole. 
With my eyes still closed, I listened to her movements, 
bracing for what I knew was about to happen. When I 
felt pressure against my asshole, I welcomed it, even 
though my ass was still a little tender from wearing an 
ass plug all afternoon at work just a few days ago. 
When she penetrated me and I felt the bulb slip in, and 
then the  base of the same ass plug press up flat 
against my buttocks, I was quite surprised.

'Stand up slut.'

I did so slowly, the sweet presence of the ass plug 
first and foremost in my mind. She gathered up the shoe 
box and got in the car, my awareness of the brief flash 
of the interior light fading quickly as I heard her 
start the engine. What was she up to? She put the car 
in gear and pulled forward until the driver's seat was 
even with me, beckoning me to her with a crooked 
finger. As I stepped forward, her hand came out the 
window and captured my cock, pulling me forward 
roughly. She leaned out the window and kissed the head 
of my still stiff dick, then looked up at me sweetly.

'See you at the other end, slut. Walk. Don't run'

And with that, she turned on the headlights and drove 
off.

I was stunned, and momentarily blinded by the lights of 
the car. As I watched her taillights turn the corner at 
the far end of the berm, my first reaction was fear. 
Now totally in the open, I wanted to get off the top of 
the dam and under cover, but with my night vision 
obliterated by the headlights, I dare not risk stepping 
off on the steep slope. 

So I quickly knelt, and closed my eyes, trying to force 
my pupils to open back up. I realized my breathing was 
erratic, made worse when I heard a dog barking as my 
wife passed by the houses in the distance. I opened my 
eyes, and watched her pull out onto the main road and 
disappear.

I waited a few minutes, thinking this was a joke and 
she would quickly return. My ass throbbed around the 
plug as I knelt, my position increasing the pressure. 
Slowly I came to the realization that I should move. I 
knew the trail off the dam at the far end, and quickly 
headed that way, every slap of my sandals seeming to 
echo across the lake. 

As I stepped off the berm onto the steep trail, I 
quickly realized the need to slow down. The loose 
gravel was slippery under the sandals, and with my 
hands bound there would be little I could do to protect 
myself if I fell. With slow, easy steps, I finally made 
it to the bottom.

Now that I was out of sight of the houses, I paused to 
take stock. Even through my near panic on top of the 
dam, I had quickly realized what she was up to. The 
trail I stood on wound along the creek behind a large 
neighborhood until it reached the interstate highway. 
There you had three choices. You could go right, 
crossing the creek and making your way along trails to 
a convenience store, and another large neighborhood.

You could follow the creek under the interstate, and 
follow the trails to two other large neighborhoods, 
which were just on the other side. Or you could go 
left, across a large open field, past a large church, 
and up the service road to another trail that led to 
our neighborhood. Over the years we had learned these 
trails well, finding them to be a great place to let 
our dogs run, so I knew exactly where to go. I assumed 
I would find her parked by the church, waiting for me.

In the moonlight, my nakedness was very apparent now 
that my night vision had returned. The sheen of the 
nylons reflected the low light of the moon, my cock now 
hanging loosely between my legs. With my hands bound, I 
could do nothing to cover myself. And without my hands 
for balance, and with sandals on my feet, the 
likelihood of running down an uneven trail without 
getting hurt was nil. 

Exploring my bonds with my fingers, I realized that she 
had used a simple snap ring to connect the D-rings on 
my wrist cuffs. Playing with it between my fingers, I 
knew without a doubt that I could disconnect my wrists. 

So even though I was naked, save for women's garters 
and nylons, she had thought to make it possible for me 
to free my wrists should I get in to some type of 
trouble. I made an instantaneous decision to use this 
out only if absolutely needed. She clearly intended for 
me to know the fear of being bound, and I wasn't going 
to deprive her of that without cause. Further, now that 
I understood the game, I found it exciting. I was 
confident I could navigate to the church, which I 
estimated was about a mile away, without much trouble.

With my first step down the trail, I was reminded of 
the plug up my ass. The fullness was pleasurable, and 
despite my fear, and my pounding heart, my cock was 
swollen as it hung loosely between my legs. Even though 
it wasn't hard, I imagined with no lack of vanity that 
it would look impressive. As I walked carefully across 
the rough ground, there was no doubt that the 
sensations from the butt plug, and from my cock 
swinging freely back and forth, would keep me on the 
verge of total arousal.

The narrow copse of woods played out quickly as the 
trail shifted right to hug the edge of the creek. Flash 
floods were common from seasonal rains, and as a 
result, the creek was cut wide and deep. The resultant 
ravine was filled with the logs of fallen tress and the 
refuse of humanity, washed out of the vast 
neighborhoods. 

I was careful to stay away from the edge, which I knew 
from experience to be unstable in places, as I 
approached the fence line at the back of the first 
home. Here I paused in the shadows, looking down the 
trail that I knew followed the back of numerous tightly 
spaced properties as it made its way to the interstate. 

The homes varied from 30 to 100 yards off the trail. As 
it curved off to the left, following the creek, I could 
see that many parts were well illuminated by the lights 
from the homes, depending on the location of the home 
and the trees. Suddenly, my nervousness was back.

With my hands bound behind my back, they lay flat 
against the base of the butt plug. As I touched it now, 
I knew I could easily remove it. But I knew just as 
well that I wouldn't dare. With my fingertips, I toyed 
with it for a moment, then pressed it deeper into my 
ass. The feeling was wonderful, as evidenced by the 
twinge in my cock. Pressing once again, I took a deep 
breath and stepped out of the shadows.

The first house was close to the trail and well lit, 
and as I hurried past I observed no one, thereby 
assuming no one observed me. The second house was dark, 
and I moved quickly to the shadows behind it, breathing 
easier. The third house was a little farther off, and 
also well lit, but again I saw no one. About halfway 
past it, a large dog suddenly sprang up and ran to the 
fence, barking wildly. 

I almost panicked, both from fear of the dog, and fear 
of discovery. But the fence stopped the dog, and I made 
it to the next shadowy area, moving as far from the 
corner of his yard as I could. When I heard a door open 
and a whistle, I froze. From my vantage point, I could 
see the silhouette of an overweight man step out onto 
the porch and call for the dog. Reluctantly he gave up 
on me and turned back to the house. I didn't move a 
muscle until I heard the door close.

The thought of dogs hadn't occurred to me, but I knew 
where most of them were since they typically went nuts 
when I walked my own dogs past here. If I lived here, 
with a trail leading from the highway to the back of my 
house, and my dogs started barking at the shadows, I 
knew I'd investigate it carefully. Feeling my heart 
pound in my chest, I moved on, vowing to be more 
watchful.

I passed quite a few houses without incident, and on 
two occasions could see people inside, watching 
television or moving about the kitchen. One lady was in 
a thin nightgown, clearly not expecting anyone to be 
behind her house to see in her open curtains, or 
perhaps not caring. I took a good look, but the 
distance was to her advantage, as I could see little 
real detail. 

At the next house that I knew had dogs, I moved 
carefully, but finally concluded the two that I 
remembered must be inside. As I moved along the trail, 
the sound of nylon rubbing against nylon at the top of 
my thighs seemed to me to be remarkably loud, and I 
tried to walk bow-legged to stop it. My mind was very 
active, and thinking back to the big man with the dog, 
I wondered what my wife expected me to do if I was 
found out here, naked and bound, wearing garters and 
stockings with a plug up my ass. The thought brought a 
mixture of fear and excitement.

The sound of the water over a small waterfall was a 
familiar landmark, and I knew I was a little over 
halfway to the church. There were about ten houses 
left, and I found myself walking more slowly through 
the lighted areas, actually turned on by the fact that 
I was so exposed and helpless. The ass plug was working 
its magic, causing significant distraction. 

I almost wanted to be seen, as I passed by another 
well-lit house, two people evident in front of a 
television in a darkened room. I was moving much slower 
now, enjoying the risk. However, when a small dog 
started barking, I quickly snapped back to reality and 
moved with haste to the next shadows, my heart 
pounding. As I moved further on, I found myself 
wondering hopefully if the people watching television 
had noticed me.

Finally I passed the last house and the trail took a 
sharp curve to the right. Following around past a thick 
stand of trees, my heart skipped again when the trail 
straightened out. I had been hearing the traffic on the 
interstate for some time, and now it lay in front of 
me, about 200 yards away. As usual for this time of 
night, there were a fair amount of cars on the highway. 
But more alarming was the light. And worse yet was the 
empty parking lot. My wife wasn't there.

The land along the interstate was open, but overgrown 
by patches of brush and small groups of scrappy little 
trees. The growth along the creek was dense, but 
everywhere else it was intermittent. To my left, 
towards the church, the land had been cleared, leaving 
an open field. It was about 200 yards across the field 
to the church parking lot, a distance I had forgotten. 

The church was very secluded, which presumably led to 
security issues. As a result, it was well lit, and 
every mercury vapor light in the large parking lot was 
glowing brightly, spreading light all the way across 
the field. In the night air, you could see a cone of 
orange light extending out about 20-30 yards from the 
edge of the paved area, but there was residual light 
that reached as far as the trees along the creek, right 
before me.

The secluded nature of the church was due, I often 
suspected, to low federal highway budgets. There was a 
service road running east and west along the side of 
the interstate that ended about 200 yards shy of the 
creek, right where the church was located. I knew if I 
crossed the creek to the right and walked about a 
quarter mile, the service road picked up again. So 
clearly it wasn't in the budget to build an expensive 
bridge across the creek.

North of the church lay the interstate, and to the 
south was the rest of the neighborhood I had been 
traversing, separated from the church property by fence 
lines. On the far side, to the west, was a sharp hill 
that was heavily wooded, part of the land owned by the 
church. In those woods, there was another trail to the 
back of my own neighborhood. Where I stood, to the east 
of the church, across a wide field and a huge, well-lit 
parking lot, the shelter of the wooded area and the 
trail home seemed a million miles away.

I was suddenly aware of my nakedness as I stood 
nervously in the shadows, hoping to see my wife pull up 
in the car. The warm, humid air, combined with my 
anxiety, left a layer of sweat across my body. The 
mosquitoes were very active here, and I knew that was 
from the wide, slow-moving area of water under the 
interstate bridge, forming what the government liked to 
label wetlands. 

A good fifteen minutes had gone by, and I was beginning 
to be doubtful that my hopes of seeing her pull up were 
anything more than blind optimism. I knew it could well 
be within her to expectations to have me cross this 
open area. Finally it was the mosquitoes that made up 
my mind.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the shadows, 
leaving the trail to cross the open field. Once in the 
open, I maintained a steady pace, my hands on the snap 
ring holding my wrists together. 

To get to the next trail, I knew I had to make my way 
to the service road, which meant I had to cut a 
diagonal across the field, making the total distance 
even greater. As I did so, I moved steadily away from 
the neighborhood, and steadily closer to the busy 
highway. My eyes were darting all around as I walked 
along, my bare cock swinging between my legs.

The garter belt was pale pink, and the nylons were 
either black or dark brown. Even though the combination 
of mercury vapor lights and moonlight was likely not as 
bright as I imagined, at least in this part of the 
field, it seemed to me that the pink almost glowed 
against my tanned skin, and that the shine from the 
nylons was like a beacon. While the overall effect may 
have been exaggerated in my active mind, there could be 
little doubt that the light was getting brighter as I 
moved towards the parking lot.

I was now about halfway across the field, almost in the 
dead center. The nearest shelter was to my left or 
behind me, about 100 yards away, and I was moving in 
the wrong direction. I could feel the butt plug with 
every step, and now imagined that its hot pink color 
was evident to every car on the highway. 

I had no clue if people in the passing vehicles could 
see me, or were even looking this way, but as I watched 
the cars pass just over 100 yards away, it was hard for 
me to imagine otherwise. Once again I realized the 
mixture of abject fear, and intense excitement, that my 
wife could orchestrate so well. The sheen from the 
sweat on my chest was now clearly visible in the orange 
glow of the lights.

As I moved on, I became distinctly aware of the point 
in front of me where the cone of light from the tall 
standards started. The point was drawing steadily 
closer with every step. Looking beyond, I could see the 
rise of land on the opposite side of the parking lot, 
and realized once I reached that far the swale would 
offer some cover from at least the eastbound traffic. 
It wasn't much, but I clung to it.

It suddenly dawned on me that my wife was likely in a 
position where she could watch this display. Searching 
all around, I could find no evidence of this, but 
realized it was probably true. To do so would be in 
keeping with her nature. I steadied my pace, determined 
not to appear I was rushing out of fear. Perhaps she 
was at home, watching television, but odds were she was 
watching me with intense interest at this very moment.

It was only another minute, and I was at the cone of 
light, still a good 30 yards from the pavement. I 
counted the last steps, barely breathing, as my heart 
pounded in my chest, and without breaking stride I 
stepped into the light. It wasn't as dramatic as I had 
imagined, but now with each step the intensity 
increased significantly. Before I reached the pavement, 
I stepped into the direct glare of the overhead light, 
my vision now suddenly obscured by the brightness. 

When I stepped onto the pavement, I slowed slightly, 
wanting some small victory should she be watching. It 
was about forty yards across the pavement, and I was 
now in a boldly lit area. My hands were bound, offering 
no shelter for my naked cock, which was swollen from 
the excitement, and the fear. I looked straight ahead 
as I moved along, the brushing of the nylons and my 
foot falls being the only sounds other than the busy 
highway. 

I was more than halfway across the parking lot when the 
horn blared. I looked up to see the car slowing, brake 
lights on. The passenger window was coming down, and I 
could hear someone hooting loudly. For a moment, I 
thought they were going to pull over, but they kept 
going, and so did I. For whatever reason, I had just 
now realized that any one of the cars passing by could 
easily be a police cruiser, and it was not a comforting 
thought.

It seemed forever, but I finally reached the far side 
of the pavement. As I moved across the grass, it was 
almost as if I could feel the bright lights on my bare 
ass, the hot pink plug glowing obscenely. Easing across 
the lawn, the church looming just a short distance to 
my left, I was soon under the cover of trees, and began 
to breathe normally once again. My attention was now 
focused on the service road, knowing a police car, or 
any other, would have to come from that direction. 
There was a crossroad about a half-mile ahead, where 
cars could enter and exit the interstate.

My destination was the next trail, leading to my own 
neighborhood, and to reach it, I was forced to move to 
the service road due to the density of the woods west 
of the church. The land was rising quickly, and as I 
reached the paved roadway I was once again nervous. The 
road was cut into the rising hill, and with every step 
the embankment to my left rose up steeper and steeper. 

I was less exposed to the interstate, which now fell 
away below me to my right; however, the moonlight left 
me well highlighted against the rising embankment. So I 
knew I could be seen, and my biggest danger was a car 
turning onto the service road, since I had no where to 
run except back the way I came. 

I followed the road about 100 yards, and thankfully 
came to the point where I could turn off to the left. 
The embankment here, while still high, was not quite as 
steep, and a path had been cut into it by foot traffic, 
deepened by the run-off of rain. I turned upward, 
finding the going very treacherous in sandals, my hands 
bound. While I wanted to hurry, I had no choice but to 
take my time, even though I was very exposed as I rose 
above the roadway in the moonlight.

When I finally reached the top, I had to pause and 
catch my breath. The sweat was real now, and I was 
breathing hard from the long hike up the hill, followed 
by the climb up the embankment. The trail I wanted 
picked up here, under a large oak tree that brought 
many memories. Some time back, my wife and I had taken 
turns tying each other to a cord dangling from one of 
the overhead limbs. 

High above the highway, in a wide-open space that faced 
the interstate, but was otherwise sheltered to the east 
and west, it had been an incredibly exciting sexual 
experience. Naked and helpless, we had each enjoyed the 
thrill of looking down on the passing traffic as we 
were fucked. We had left the cord in the tree, and 
vowed a repeat that had never happened. I now looked at 
the cord, hanging over the trail at head level, with 
fondness.

The woods here were very thick, and as a result it was 
much darker. I knew the area well, but moved carefully 
nonetheless. At the next bend, I knew I would move into 
a clearing, where the church members had built an 
outdoor service area. Consisting of benches built in 
amphitheater fashion out of timbers mounted on posts, 
it was a nice setting and a place where I had often 
made out with my wife after walking the dogs. 

But at the moment, that was the farthest thing from my 
mind as I pondered my next step. This trail came out on 
a dead end at the back of our neighborhood, and our 
house was about a block or more up the road. Surely my 
wife would be waiting there.

In retrospect, the moment I stepped into the clearing I 
knew I had been set up. The three guys waiting there 
knew I was coming. They were waiting patiently for me, 
that much was clear. And waiting quietly, once they 
heard me coming. The shock of suddenly being face to 
face with them almost caused me to cry out, but instead 
I instantly turned and ran. I made it as far as the 
embankment before the big black guy cut me off.

I found myself standing under the big oak, surrounded 
by three young guys. Circling, I went face to face as I 
looked for options, acutely aware of how I must look, 
my fingers fumbling with the snap ring at my wrist.

'We thought you'd never show up.'

It was the tall, skinny blond, and his words led to my 
first conscious thought that my wife had engineered 
this. My hands went still as I tried to think things 
through, my chest heaving, and my elevated blood 
pressure causing a ringing in my ears. He had long 
naturally curly hair over bronze skin, and my first 
thought was 'Surfer Boy'.

'The bitch looks kind of cute like that.' It was the 
big black guy, and as I turned towards him he was 
looking me up and down. My hands spread to cover the 
hot pink plug in my ass, now a source of embarrassment. 

'Out looking for a good time, faggot?' This time it was 
the shorter blond. He was a stocky build, and with his 
shirt off, the muscles in his arms and chest were 
proudly displayed. His words were not spoken kindly. I 
circled, still evaluating, still nervous. These guys 
were young, and perhaps my experience would be an 
advantage. But there were three of them, and even if I 
could handle the stocky guy, the big black stud was 
going to be a problem.

'What do you think guys?'

'She said do whatever we wanted.'

My heart skipped a beat. It was now a fact, this was 
her doing, and I quickly looked around, expecting to 
see her. But she wasn't around that I could see, and it 
didn't matter. I knew what was expected of me. It was 
obviously her wish that I be caught in this 
compromising situation, with all its implications. And 
her wish was always my command. I could feel my 
shoulders gradually sink as I accepted my fate, all 
thoughts of resistance fading as my head dropped, my 
eyes staring at the ground. 

'Doesn't look like he's going to run.'

'She said he likes it. That true?'

'Must be, dressed like that.'

'Why don't you answer him bitch?'

It was the big black guy, and his deep voice demanded 
attention. My head came back up, and I turned to face 
him, silent.

'He asked you a question.'

'What?' I stammered, sounding very shaky.

'He asked if you liked to suck cock?'

I swallowed hard. I'd been here before, and I knew my 
next words would seal my fate. A part of me screamed 
for me to run. It was only a short distance to the dead 
end, and she might be there. If I kicked off the 
sandals, I could probably move pretty fast. I needed to 
get away, to get out of this fix. I knew that.

I felt a twinge in my dick as I answered. 'Yes.'

They shifted foot-to-foot, seemingly uneasy about my 
answer, but clearly excited.

'You'll suck our dicks bitch, all of us?'

I looked him in the eye, realizing I had never been 
with a black man. 'Didn't she tell you? I'll do 
whatever you tell me to do.'

My voice was much more confident. They were visibly 
stunned, but definitely excited, and one muttered, 'no 
shit'. 

'Get down on your knees'. It was Surfer Boy, his voice 
sounding less confident than my own.

I looked all around, thinking once again she must be 
nearby, but there was no sign. I watched the flow of 
traffic below, wondering if anyone might happen to look 
this way and get an eyeful. A car turned onto the 
service road and all four of us paused, alert, but it 
immediately swung onto the entrance ramp. As we all 
breathed a collective sigh of relief, I slowly sank to 
my knees on the dirt. There were three strange crotches 
now at face level.

'I'll be damned.' It was the black guy. 'Lean forward, 
kiss my foot.'

Without hesitation, I leaned over and kissed his boot. 
'Hot damn' was all he could say, the excitement of 
being in control clear in his voice.

As I kissed his other foot, I moved my hands, making 
sure it was possible for the other guys to see the hot 
pink plug protruding from my behind.

Surfer Boy's voice was excited. 'He's got something in 
his ass.'

'Bend back over.'

I did as I was told, as they all moved behind me. I 
lifted my ass as best I could with no hands for 
balance.

'What is that?'

'It's a butt plug,' I answered, enjoying the shock I 
was able to instill in them.

'How big is it?'

'Big enough. It feels really good.' It was an 
incredibly nasty feeling to be so bold.

They all laughed. 'This is going to be a hell of a 
night.'

I sat back up as they circled around once again. I was 
getting into it now, the excitement of three young 
healthy cocks so near exciting me more than I wanted to 
admit. The plug in my ass was a signal to them, so I 
knew my wife expected more than blowjobs. It was going 
to be a busy night, and the setting on top of this 
hill, the cars going by below, was exhilarating. I was 
ready to perform my service. 'Who wants to be first?'

That clearly excited them, but still they seemed 
hesitant. It wasn't clear if they were uncertain about 
letting another guy suck their cocks, or if they were 
shy about each other. Surfer Boy was closest, and I 
leaned forward and quickly laid a kiss right on his 
jean-covered crotch. He jumped back like I had bit him.

'God damn, the fag wants it bad.' It was the stocky 
kid. I really didn't like his attitude. Addressing me 
as a fag was way off base, and I found it offensive.

But the truth be known, he was right. I did want it 
bad, and I didn't want to lose this chance. Thinking I 
knew what the problem might be, I looked around at the 
group. 'Why don't all of you take your pants off at the 
same time?'

They all looked at each other, and I realized I guessed 
right. None of them wanted to be the first, in case one 
of them backed out. Then that guy could tell friends 
that so-and-so let another guy suck his dick. After a 
little talking they came to agreement, and I realized 
my idea was genius for another reason. As all three of 
them started removing their shoes, it was clear I was 
about to have three young cocks before me at once.

It seemed to take forever, but they were all finally 
taking off their pants with a noticeable degree of 
excitement. Surfer Boy had on shorts, and he was first, 
eagerly stripping off his shorts and boxers in one 
quick motion. His cock was already a hard 4-5 inches 
long. It bounced around nicely as he stood back up.

The other two guys were on the same schedule, and it 
was with intent that I looked at the stocky guy first. 
His cock was longer, and thicker by far, and despite my 
earlier feelings about him my mouth watered just 
looking at it. My own cock was stiffening fast. I 
turned to see what I really wanted. The big black guy 
stood erect, baring his half-rigid cock. I had secretly 
fantasized about a black man's cock, and now I had one 
in front of me. 

Immediately I saw there were two myths that weren't 
exactly true. First was that all black guys had huge 
cocks. This guy wasn't huge, but he was definitely 
large, probably bigger than my own when he got fully 
hard, and thicker for certain. The second was that all 
black guys were uncut. This wasn't true either, as I 
was clearly looking at a circumcised cock. But I wasn't 
disappointed, to say the least. My excitement was now 
clearly showing as my cock extended out in front of me.

'The son of a bitching fag is hard.'

I can honestly say that on a day-to-day basis, guys 
don't turn me on like girls do. I never check out guys 
on the street, or look friends over, wondering what it 
might be like to have sex with them. Every so often I 
might be in a situation that brings thoughts of man-on-
man sex to mind, such as an innocent comment from a 
client that triggers a memory, but it was always 
awkward for me, and I simply don't look at guys as 
objects of desire as I do women. 

Even when under orders to check men out in the 
restroom, as happened recently, I had to work at it. It 
just didn't come natural to me. So there was always a 
degree of surprise, when ordered to my knees before a 
hard cock or two, when I realized how much it turned me 
on, how much I truly wanted to be there. Now was such a 
time, and I was turned on and eager.

I looked around, and noted only the stocky guy was 
naked. I wanted totally naked boys hovering over me. 
'Why don't you guys take off those shirts'?

They looked at each other, then shrugged and pulled 
them off. I looked around with glazed over eyes. 'Step 
closer.'

Now quiet, they all stepped in, until I was kneeling on 
the ground under three swinging dicks. Deciding to 
start in order of size, I turned to Surfer Boy. His 
hips were narrow and boyish, his stomach and chest 
flat. 'How old are you.'

He looked down at me, now obviously nervous. 
Inexplicably in charge while bound and naked, I was 
enjoying the control I had taken for the moment. '18.'

'Out of school?'

'I'm a senior.' The thought of jail time crossed my 
mind, but I knew it wouldn't be a deterrent. This was a 
willing boy, not a young girl with a potentially angry 
father. And I had no intention of stopping.

'Ever had a blowjob?'

The stocky guy spoke first. 'Jeez, what a fag.'

Then Surfer Boy chimed in. 'Yeah, of course.' 

He had said it too eagerly, looking around at his 
friends, and I knew he was lying. This added to my 
excitement, as I pondered giving a young man his very 
first blowjob. I could never remember being this turned 
on about the prospect of sucking cock. At other times 
in the past, it always seemed the excitement came after 
I started. 

I wasn't sure if it was due to my adventurous hike down 
the trail from the lake, culminated by boldly walking 
across a lighted field and parking lot in nothing but 
women's nylons. Or if perhaps I was merely learning to 
accept my true nature. But the normal reluctance and 
fear I felt at willingly being abused and humiliated by 
other guys was missing. I was turned on kneeling before 
these naked guys, looking forward to what I was about 
to do.

I looked up into his face and smiled. 'Never one like 
this.'

Leaning in, I took his entire cock into my mouth in one 
smooth motion. His smaller size allowed him to fit 
easily in my mouth, his pubic hair pressed against my 
nose. As I applied suction, the moan that escaped his 
lips was pure pleasure. His friends apparently liked 
what they saw.

'Damn. Look at that. The bitch is doing it.'

'How's it feel Ronald?' The tension in the stocky guy's 
voice was telling, and counter to the belligerence he 
had been showing.

Surfer Boy Ronald didn't answer. I started stroking his 
cock in and out of my mouth, moving my head back and 
forth. I let it come all the way out, then press back 
in between my lips until I had it all again. Over and 
over, steadily picking up the pace. Out of the corner 
of my eye, I could see the big black dick I wanted so 
badly, and just beyond that the lights of cars passing 
on the highway. 

I was naked except for women's garters and stockings, 
no clothes even available to put on if I had to. My 
hands were bound behind my back, and I was kneeling in 
the dirt with a high school student's cock in my mouth, 
two more waiting. We were in a wide-open space from 
which I could easily see a great distance, cars below 
zooming by in either direction. It was sheer ecstasy.

Apparently Surfer Boy loved it too. His eyes were 
closed and his moan was continuous. His hands came to 
my head and he started pumping my face as he held me in 
place. He must have been reading my mind as he started 
fucking my face the way I liked it. I relaxed and let 
him have me.

It didn't take long. Right there on that exposed hill 
where I had enjoyed exhibitionist sex with my wife so 
many weeks ago, I let a young stud pump his come into 
my mouth without a care for who might see. I felt his 
cock swell as his come poured out, and I swallowed 
every drop. 

He finally stopped pumping my face with his cock buried 
as deep as it would go, his hands behind my head 
pulling me hard against him. His cock twitched in my 
mouth as the last of his come slipped down my throat. 
Finally he released his grip, his whole body relaxing 
in one motion. But I held on to my prize, feeling his 
cock softening in my mouth.

'Shit Ronald, that looked like fun. You like the 
bitch?'

'It was good man, it was good.' He was panting as he 
spoke.

'Well, let someone else have a turn, asshole.'

With that he pulled out and stepped back. I looked up 
at him and smiled again, then turned to my right to 
face the stocky guy, the one who clearly didn't like 
me. He was muscular, and his thick cock was rock hard, 
so there was something in this experience that turned 
him on. I looked him right in the eye. 'Use me, stud. 
Let me be your cock-sucking slut.'

He gave me a look of disgust, but needed no further 
encouragement, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it 
all over my face. I held his eyes as he had his fun, 
then opened my mouth wide when he finally brought it to 
my lips. He rubbed himself on my lips, and then plunged 
in deeply and harshly, making me gag immediately. I 
instinctively tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow 
it, holding my head in place.

His thick cock was long enough to hit the back of my 
throat. He held my head firmly with a hand on either 
side and pummeled my mouth roughly. Every time his cock 
plunged in, I was fighting off a gag reflex. If I could 
get him to slow down for a moment, I could probably 
adjust, but he pumped relentlessly, uninterested in my 
discomfort.

'Damn, don't wear the bitch out. I still want a turn.'

'Don't worry man, he's a natural born cock-sucker.' It 
was Surfer Boy, now speaking like an expert on 
blowjobs.

The stocky guy ignored them, intent on using me. His 
fingers dug into my scalp as he plowed into my mouth, 
fucking my face without mercy. Despite his 
maliciousness, despite the discomfort, despite the fact 
that I was desperately trying to breathe through my 
nose, I liked it. I tried to focus on nothing but his 
hot meat passing back and forth over my tongue, my lips 
pressed hard around it. 

My own cock was raging hard, attesting to the fact that 
his abuse was welcome, and as he forced me back onto my 
haunches, my own heels pushed the butt plug deeper into 
my ass. I wondered if he was capable of enjoying a 
leisurely cock sucking, or if he was always like this. 
One thing for certain, if his girlfriend didn't like 
this treatment, he could always come find me. 

The cars going by down on the highway were a blur, as 
tears clouded my eyesight. I tried to blink them away, 
as the pounding of my mouth continued unabated. Finally 
I felt him start to tense up, and a low moan escaped 
from his lips. After another minute, he plunged in one 
more time, then exploded into the back of my throat. 

The force of his orgasm was impressive, as was the 
volume of his flow. It caught me a little off guard, 
and I had to concentrate on swallowing to get it all. 
His whole body was arched up as he came in my mouth, 
his fingers digging painfully into my head. When he 
finally settled back down flat-footed, he was panting, 
a thin layer of sweat shining across his chest.

'Damn man, you got into that. Jeeezz.'

The comment from his friend seemed to embarrass him, 
and he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and let me go, 
stepping away. I slumped forward, panting myself, my 
shoulders aching from being bound so long, my jaw 
aching from abuse and the indentations left on my scalp 
burning. Both my cock and my ass were throbbing as I 
tried to catch my breath.

'Looks like he's yours Bobby.'

The big black guy moved around in front of me. I could 
see his bare feet, which made me think of the black 
boots I kissed earlier. It suddenly seemed so long ago. 
My mind came back to the present, and I remembered why 
I had saved him for last. My first black cock was a 
special event, and the memory of the abuse I had just 
received was fading fast.

Slowly, my eyes worked their way upward, past his 
strong calves, his heavily muscled thighs, to his hard 
cock, standing out with a slight downward curve. It was 
big, easily as long as my own, and definitely thicker. 
I looked past his cock, across his flat abdomen, his 
muscled chest, to his eyes. He was grinning, and the 
awe I felt must have been evident on my face.

'All my bitches feel the same way.'

His words expressed total confidence. All that I could 
think to do was nod.

'You want some real cock now bitch?'

'Yes.' My voice cracked.

'That didn't sound very enthusiastic. Know what I 
mean?'

I thought about that for a second. 'Please, can I suck 
your awesome cock?'

'That's better. Do a good job bitch, or I'll get 
someone else.'

'You won't need anybody else.'

He was tall, and I had to come back up on my knees, 
relieving the pressure my heels were putting on the 
butt plug. That put his cock at face level, and my eyes 
locked onto it. It was an incredible specimen of 
manhood, and I studied the veins along its length for a 
moment. He stood over me, hands on hips, waiting.

It was a great moment for me, bound and kneeling in the 
dirt, as a huge, naked black stud stood over me. Slowly 
I leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with 
my tongue. I could feel his heat instantly. Leaning to 
my left, I turned my head to the right and lightly 
licked my way down his length. I could see past his 
massive cock to the traffic passing below, and I found 
myself hoping someone down there could see me.

I licked all around his cock on both sides, then along 
the bottom until I got to his balls. He took the hint 
and used one hand to lift his cock back against his 
flat belly, offering me his balls. I accepted the 
offer. One after the other, I worshipped them with my 
tongue, enjoying his musky odor. 

'That's good bitch, suck on my balls.'

I did just that, taking one, then the other, gingerly 
into my mouth. His balls hung low and easily slipped 
inside where I gently bathed them with my tongue. I 
could have stayed like this for an hour, but it was 
time to move on. I kissed up the underside of his cock 
as high as I could reach, and he finally released it, 
letting it settle across my face. I worked my way along 
the remaining length, and slipped my mouth over his 
head. I now had his wonderful black cock in my mouth.

My mouth was stretched wide around his girth, and I 
found myself hoping he wasn't going to take his lead 
from the stocky guy. But he seemed content to stand 
there with his hands on his hips, letting me do the 
work. I took as much as I could, and then slowly 
started back and forth movements, fucking my own face 
on his monster cock.

'That's good bitch. That's real good.'

I sucked his cock like this for a long time, 
occasionally coming off to lick the length of it, then 
taking it back into my mouth. I couldn't take it all, 
it was too big, but I greedily took enough to make 
myself gag. It was worth it, I wanted to feel it in my 
throat.

I wasn't in a hurry, and neither was he. After a long 
while, I could hear his breathing change. Then his 
right hand came around and grabbed the base of his 
cock. He held it firmly as I sucked, the pressure 
causing his glans to swell noticeably in my mouth. 
Slowly he started stroking, and I concentrated on the 
head, giving his hand room to work. His excitement 
level grew quickly now, and I settled back on my 
haunches as his knees started to bend a little. It was 
an incredible image I wish I could see, this big black 
kid standing over me, jerking his cock into my mouth.

In the end, I was kneeling with my head back and my 
mouth wide open as he masturbated, the head of his cock 
rubbing around the inside of my mouth. As I let him use 
me, I knew what was coming, and when his cock erupted, 
I didn't move. The first load sprayed into my mouth, 
but as expected he pulled out and sprayed my face with 
the rest, letting it run off my cheeks onto my 
shoulders and chest. The heat of his come on my body 
was intense, and I wished I could get a hand around my 
own aching cock.

When he was done, he pressed his cock back into my 
mouth. 'You done good, bitch. Clean me up.'

I licked his softening cock as his come cooled on my 
face. He still filled my mouth, and I would have been 
content to stay like this the rest of the night. But he 
tired of my efforts and pulled away.

'About time, Bobby. Let's go burn one.'

'Sounds good man. What do we do with the bitch?'

'Aren't we done with him?'

'I don't think so, I've got other ideas.'

'Fine. Remember what she suggested.'

'Shit. That's right.' He came back over to me. 'Get up, 
bitch.'

I stood slowly, my legs cramped from kneeling so long. 
It felt good to stretch them out, but I was uneasy, 
wondering what was about to happen. Looking around, I 
saw that the stocky one and Surfer Boy Ronald had put 
their pants back on. I felt Bobby fumbling with my 
wrist cuffs, and then my wrists were free. 

Quickly I moved my arms forward, thankful for the 
chance to relieve the pressure on my shoulders. He came 
around in front of me, motioning for me to hold my arms 
out. I did as instructed, my arms shaky, and he locked 
my wrists back together. When he led me to the spot 
under the tree where the cord still hung, I understood. 
In a matter of minutes my arms were tied up over my 
head.

'Alright, let's go.' He scooped up his pants and they 
walked down the trail. I watched until they disappeared 
in the darkness.

I was alone, naked except for women's nylons and 
garters, hanging from a tree with come on my face, 
shoulders and chest. There was a service road just 
below me, and cars flowing past on the interstate. It 
was both erotic and frightening. My mind wandered back 
to the last time I was tied here, watching traffic go 
by as my wife fucked me in the ass with a strap-on. The 
memory gave my flagging erection new life.

I knew what 'burn one' meant, and wasn't surprised when 
I caught the smell of marijuana. Their laughter carried 
back to me, and I was pretty certain they were sitting 
on the benches the church had built. I was very turned 
on as I hung from the tree, wondering if I was going to 
be left here. Since there were no cars on the service 
road, I assumed they had parked at the dead-end at the 
opposite end of the trail. They could easily walk away.

My thoughts were interrupted as a vehicle turned the 
corner onto the service road. I froze, fairly well 
shielded from that angle by the trees, and waited to 
see the headlights swing onto the entrance ramp to the 
interstate. They came straight. I panicked, pulling 
hard against the cord. 

It was fairly lightweight, but it was made of nylon and 
wasn't about to break, no matter how hard I pulled. I 
fought it a few seconds, then tried to undo the snap 
ring, but with the cord tied around it, it was 
impossible. The vehicle was a pick-up truck, and it 
took it less than a minute to reach a point in front of 
me. When it stopped I froze again, frightened and 
desperately trying to figure out what to do.

From my vantage point, I was looking down onto the roof 
of the truck, the passenger side door clearly visible. 
I continued to fumble with the snap ring, as I watched 
the truck, unable to see inside, thankful at least that 
it wasn't a police car.

I became aware of noise behind me and realized the guys 
were rushing in my direction. They must have heard the 
truck. Assuming their car was at the dead-end as I 
suspected, then they must be coming to help me. Or so I 
hoped. The few seconds it took them to cover the 
distance seemed an eternity, and in that time a 
thousand thoughts rushed through my mind, mostly about 
my job and my kids and the potential damage this could 
cause. 

They burst out of the trail and came to a quick stop. 

'Shit man, it's just your brother.' It was the black 
guy Bobby, and I cold see the stocky guy, so he was 
obviously talking to Surfer Boy. As I tried to sort 
that out, the driver door opened, causing the interior 
light to come on. The passenger door opened as well.

'And she's with him.'

'Damn, look at that.' It was the stocky one, and he 
sounded much more respectful than he had when talking 
about me.

My wife's dress was unbuttoned all the way down the 
front, and even though the lighting wasn't great, her 
left breast and her pussy were clearly exposed. The 
Stud got out on the driver's side.

My surprise went away quickly, my breathing slower to 
recover. All night long I had assumed she was nearby. 
And there certainly was nothing unusual about me being 
caught in a compromising situation when The Stud was 
around. Even though I now knew his name, I could only 
think of him as The Stud, as he had proven to be on 
several occasions.

My heart was still pounding and I had not yet gotten 
over the fear as I watched him walk around to the 
passenger side and lean on the truck. My wife stepped 
over and leaned back against him, his hands going 
straight to her breasts.

'I'd like to get me some of that.'

It was Bobby, and he was absently rubbing his crotch as 
he watched The Stud knead my wife's breasts. Her dress 
had fallen open and her narrow hips and pussy were 
easily visible in the moonlight. The Stud shouted up 
the hill, his voice so familiar. 'We're waiting'.

There was no doubt what that meant, and they all looked 
at me. Bobby stepped over behind me and unceremoniously 
pulled the butt plug from my ass, dropping it on the 
ground. The crudeness of his action was unwelcome, but 
the rush of cool air against my asshole felt good.

'Why don't one of you loosen him up for me?' He was 
already undoing his pants, and my pounding heart 
skipped a beat. I had been fucked before, and I liked 
it, but it always came with this same feeling of 
anxiety. He looked at the stocky guy. 

'Not me man, I ain't no fag.'

'You let him suck your dick.'

'That's different. I ain't fucking him.'

He looked to Surfer Boy. 'You do him.'

Surfer Boy Ronald had a glazed look about him, and I 
remembered they were just smoking pot. He looked down 
to his brother, and for the first time I noticed the 
resemblance. As soon as he filled out with some muscle, 
they would be a lot alike. Except, of course, the 
cocks. Somehow he didn't get the same endowment as his 
older brother. He looked back up and started to undo 
his shorts.

His cock was hard again, so the idea of fucking me must 
have appealed to him. Or so I hoped, it could have been 
the sight of my naked wife. He turned away from her 
when he dropped his pants, which I found amusing. As he 
stepped behind me, I in contrast turned directly 
towards her, meeting her eyes. I pushed my ass back as 
far as I could, using what slack there was in the cord, 
offering myself to him for her amusement. 

He had to bend his knees to get under me, and suddenly 
he was there, poking his hard cock at my ass. It didn't 
go well at first, as he jabbed his cock all around my 
asshole, looking for the right spot. His friends 
started to chuckle, and finally he reached down with a 
hand to guide himself, obviously trying not to touch 
me. It was almost comical.

It occurred to me that this might be his first fuck as 
well. His lack of finesse was evident as he jammed his 
cock roughly at my asshole. I jumped at the harshness 
of his cock suddenly plunging into my anus, thankful 
that the butt plug had stretched me out.

Now that he was inside me, his hands came to my hips 
and he started an awkward thrusting. His knees were 
bent, and he was pushing upward. It took a few minutes, 
but he finally settled into a rhythm, as my initial 
discomfort turned to pleasure. Always a very anal 
person, a cock up my ass never failed to turn me on, 
once I accepted the idea.

My wife was watching me intently as the Surfer Boy 
fucked me. I was hanging against the cord, my arms and 
shoulders uncomfortable. When my wife had fucked me 
here with her strap-on, she had helped to support my 
upper body, understanding how hard it was to offer my 
ass without hanging against the rope. 

But Surfer Boy did not help, and I suspected the image 
of me hanging against the bonds, as another guy used me 
for his own pleasure, unconcerned about my discomfort, 
pleased my wife greatly. And pleasing her was all that 
mattered to me. It felt incredible to be on display, 
helpless, visible to anyone on the highway who happened 
to look up, as this hard-bodied high school senior 
fucked my ass in front of my wife and her lover. My 
cock was swollen and purple, bouncing with each upward 
thrust of my attacker. The feelings were intensifying, 
and moans of pleasure escaped my lips.

'Check it out, the bitch really likes it.'

'Yeah, what a faggot.'

There again was that label that I hated so much, but I 
didn't care. I could feel the young cock in my ass 
swelling, and I could hear Surfer Boy's own moans. I 
knew where he was headed, and I wanted it bad. I locked 
eyes with my wife as he slammed into me hard and held 
his cock deeply inside me, his hands pushing down on my 
hips. She gave me a nod of approval as he cried out, 
his come boiling out to fill my bowels. As his cock 
continued to spasm, I shifted my eyes to The Stud, 
happy to have him watch me service his little brother. 

'Oh my God.' That was all that Surfer Boy said as he 
pulled out of me and stepped away, panting heavily. 

'The bitch have a tight ass?'

'Yeah Bobby, that was good and tight.'

'Well I hope you loosened him up some, 'cause I'm about 
to bust him open.'

I turned towards Bobby. His pants were off and his hard 
cock stood out proudly. Just the sight of his black 
meat made me want to fall to my knees and pay homage. 
But I knew he had other plans, and I was eager for that 
as well.

He stepped towards me and I spun around until I was 
sideways to the road, my wife on my left side, my ass 
pointing towards Bobby.

'The bitch wants this black cock, doesn't he?'

He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him, leaving 
my arms stretched out and up. I looked at my wife, 
barely 15 feet down the embankment. Her body was 
totally exposed as The Stud idly stroked her breasts. 
Her eyes were locked on the big black cock that now 
rubbed against my ass. Bobby bent his knees, but he was 
quite a bit taller than me and the position was 
awkward.

'Shit, this ain't gonna work.'

With that, he stepped around in front of me and started 
to untie the nylon cord. When my hands came free, my 
shoulders were so stiff I could hardly lower my arms. 
Relief flowed through my upper body. But I hardly had 
time to enjoy it as he once again stepped behind me and 
pushed me to my knees with hands on my shoulders. He 
then pushed me forward, and I willingly bent at the 
waist to rest on my elbows, knowing what he wanted. I 
was eager to be used by this fine specimen of youth.

Bobby wasted no time getting in position behind me. I 
lowered my shoulders, spreading my elbows as wide as I 
could to provide balance, finding it difficult with my 
hands bound. I extended my ass up high. He took the 
offer. With one hand on my hip, he used the other to 
guide his cock to my sloppy asshole. Rubbing around in 
Surfer Boy's leaking come for lubrication, he brought 
his cock-head to the opening and pressed in. 

He was much larger, and his glans was swollen, but my 
tortured sphincter yielded easily. My body tensed as 
his big cock slid in, reaching much greater depths than 
Surfer Boy and stretching me wide with its substantial 
girth. But it only took a moment for the pain to 
subside, overwhelmed initially by eagerness, and then 
by pleasure.

My wife was smiling when I looked to her, one of her 
hands behind her back, obviously at The Stud's crotch. 
As Bobby started fucking me in earnest, I wished she 
would pull out The Stud's cock so I could see it. The 
stocky one suddenly interrupted my reverie by kneeling 
at my head.

From behind me I heard Bobby chuckling. 'You decided 
you are a fag after all Brian?'

'Shut the fuck up, man.'

The stocky one, Brian, grabbed my head roughly and 
brought his cock to my lips. He was naked again, and 
hard as a rock as I parted my lips and let him slide 
in. I enveloped his cock with my warm, wet mouth as 
Bobby maintained his rhythm in my ass. I could no 
longer see my wife to my left, but in the moonlight I 
knew I must be quite a sight, a slut with no shame. I 
knelt on all fours in the dirt at the crest of an 
embankment, naked, hands bound, now clearly visible 
from three directions, eagerly taking a cock in the ass 
and one in the mouth. 

I didn't know the guys that were using me, only that 
they were high school seniors. My wife and her lover, 
another stud I'd suck or fuck on demand without 
hesitation, were watching me. It was clear The Stud had 
arranged for his little brother to have me. All in all, 
it was very degrading, it was very humiliating, and as 
a result I was in heaven.

Once again Brian seemed to be angry, fucking my face 
roughly with no compassion, no concern for my 
discomfort. His fingers were dug in to my scalp just 
like before, but he was slamming his cock into me with 
more force. It hurt, and breathing was suddenly 
difficult.

'Damn man, lighten up. You're messing up my rhythm.' It 
was Bobby, who had almost stopped his motion in my ass. 
Brian eased up slightly, much to my relief, but he was 
still assaulting my mouth rather than using it. I tried 
to focus on applying suction, swirling my tongue around 
his pistoning cock, knowing the only way I would get 
relief was to get him off. 

But it wasn't as easy as the first time, and the rape 
of my mouth droned on. Bobby adapted to Brian's cadence 
and started slamming harder into my ass, accepting that 
Brian wasn't going to stop. I was now sandwiched 
between two hard driving cocks, and all I could do was 
hang on, to try and ride it out. When their motions 
were complimentary, it wasn't bad, one cock sliding out 
as the other slid in. About every 4th or 5th stroke 
they lost their synchronization, and I had two hard 
members driving into me with great force at the same 
time. It was punishing.

Through all of this, in a moment of clarity, I realized 
that the sight of me being helplessly fucked had turned 
Brian on enough to get him hard and bring him back to 
my mouth. It dawned on me that this was the source of 
his anger. He was bothered by the fact that watching me 
aroused him. With that insight, I tried hard to suck 
his cock well, to somehow win him over.

He finally let out a groan and started filling my mouth 
once again with his seed. He continued to pump me, as I 
tried hard hard to swallow it all. But inevitably some 
leaked out to join the dried come already on my face. 
As before, once he was done he snatched his cock away 
from my mouth and rose up, leaving me to catch my 
breath and lick his come from the corners of my mouth.

I dropped my forehead to the dirt and tried to steady 
my breathing as Bobby continued to pound away at my 
asshole with his huge cock. With Brian gone, it only 
took me a few minutes to slip back into the enjoyment 
of being fucked. There was no doubt that submitting to 
the abuse Brian just gave me was an intense turn-on for 
me. I really did like it. But the pleasure of being 
fucked by this big black cock, with my wife looking on 
in favor, was far superior.

I could hear talking, but the words seemed far away. My 
head was against the dirt and my eyes closed, as I 
totally forgot my surroundings. It no longer mattered 
that I was being fucked in a wide-open area above a 
busy interstate highway. 

It no longer mattered that I was being fucked while 
wearing women's lingerie. It no longer mattered that 
strangers were fucking me in front of my wife and her 
lover. All that mattered was that a big black cock was 
indeed fucking me. My shoulders sank lower and I turned 
my head to the left, letting my face settle down 
against the dirt. I wanted to feel dirty. I wanted to 
be a nasty slut.

When I felt his cock begin to swell, I opened my eyes 
and dreamily looked for my wife. She had moved to one 
side of The Stud, and now had his pants open, his big 
cock out. She was stroking him slowly as she watched 
Bobby pummel my unresisting body. Bobby was now moaning 
steadily, sweat dripping from his body onto my lower 
back. He dug his fingers into my hips and drove in 
hard, his cock suddenly erupting inside of me. 

He continued to fuck me, his cock spurting come on 
every stroke. My eyes were locked on the purple head of 
The Stud's cock as Bobby began to slow, his body now 
slumping over me. His spasms continued, and I could 
feel his come leaking out around his cock. My own cock 
throbbed, and I wished he would grab it. But my 
pleasure was not his concern.

When he finally pulled out of me, I could feel the cool 
air against my tortured asshole. 'Damn, that's some 
kinda pussy on that bitch.'

Leaning to my right, I fell over into the dirt, 
exhausted. My hands slipped down and wrapped around my 
hard cock, squeezing hard as I watched my wife jerk off 
The Stud.

When the first warm spray hit me from behind, it was a 
shock. I knew instantly what it was from temperature 
alone, and just as quickly I was angry. I tried to roll 
away, but the stream followed me, then suddenly 
stopped.

'Roll this way mother fucker.' It was the stocky one, 
Brain, and he definitely sounded mad now. I turned my 
head slightly and looked back at him. He was still 
naked, pinching off the flow of his soft cock with his 
right hand. 'Now.'

I looked back around at my wife, searching for help. 
She was watching with an amused look on her face, 
waiting to see what I would do. There was no anger at 
all, no sign of displeasure, no indication of surprise 
or upset. 

Her hand had drawn tighter around the base of The 
Stud's cock, causing it to swell even more. In an 
instant I knew what she expected. She wanted to see 
this run its course, to see what would happen. I was 
nothing more than a slut toy turned over for their use, 
and this turn of events didn't bother her one it.

It was perhaps the most difficult submission ever for 
me, as I slowly rolled over to face Brian, giving my 
wife everything she demanded. I remained balled up 
nearly in the fetal position, and I could feel dirt 
sticking to the wetness of my back, now turned to my 
wife. Looking up past his cock, I found an angry face 
looking down upon me. In that instant, I knew I was 
right. He couldn't stand the thought of being turned on 
by man-on-man sex. 

He released his cock and the flow struck my face, then 
washed across my body as he directed it. When he came 
back to my face and head, I didn't look away. The 
warmth covered me from head to toe, soaking my hair. It 
ended as suddenly as it started, and just as quickly I 
could feel the cooling begin on my skin. I felt 
absolutely disgusting, lying in the dirt as piss dried 
on my skin and come leaked from my ass.

'Damn Brian, I guess we're through with this bitch 
tonight.'

'The fag makes me sick.' 

'You need to chill out dude. All we been doing is 
having a good time.'

Brain stalked off, picking up his clothes. I looked 
past Bobby to Surfer Boy Ronald, who stood there in his 
shorts. He looked stunned by what he had just seen. 
Bobby stepped towards me, and I looked up at his still 
naked form with caution, noticing the dirt on his knees 
from where he had fucked me.

'Looks like the damage is done.' With that, he took his 
flaccid cock in his hand, still glistening from the 
fucking he had given me. I was at first dismayed, and 
then resigned, and when he starting pissing on me, I 
accepted it with shame, realizing my cock was still 
hard between my hands. 

I squeezed my cock hard as I turned my face up to 
Bobby, letting him cover it with his pee. Just like his 
orgasm, the magnitude of the flow was impressive, 
seeming as if he could piss forever as he started 
walking circles around me. When he finally finished, I 
was laying in the mud created by their combined 
streams, my body dripping from one end to the other. My 
hands started working my cock, and after only a minute 
my body tensed up and I came in the mud I lay in.

'The bitch even liked that. Ronald, you got that 
woman's number?' He was looking past me, gazing down at 
my wife with longing. I didn't know if he wanted her, 
or hoped to get a chance to use me again. Or both.

Slowly I sat up in the mud and looked around at my 
wife. The Stud's cock was now hanging limply, obviously 
satisfied. Did that turn him on? She motioned for me 
with a crooked finger.

When I stood, I was covered with filth. Cold pee 
dripped from my hair, making little rivulets through 
the dirt and mud adhered to my skin. My stockings were 
ruined. Come was leaking from my ass. Stiff and sore, I 
moved towards her without looking back. Traversing the 
steep embankment was difficult with my bound hands 
before me, my stiff legs unresponsive. I slipped 
several times before making it to the bottom. 

Finally standing before her, trying hard to avoid the 
eyes of The Stud, I felt more shame than I had ever 
known. When I hung my head, I found that I was looking 
at his soft cock. Her hand came up to my face, and I 
saw she held his come. I lapped at it as expected, 
getting about half of it into my mouth. It was a 
familiar taste. The rest she rubbed through my wet 
hair, wiping her hand on The Stud's jeans when she was 
done.

'You've done well slut. Get into the back of the 
truck.'

I turned away, too ashamed to look up, carefully 
climbing onto the bumper and into the truck bed. Laying 
down, I heard the doors close and the engine start. As 
The Stud made a three point turn, I watched the kids 
dressing on top of the embankment. The fact that they 
were so easy to see in the moonlight didn't even 
surprise me.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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