Stage of Desire - Gay Fantasy and Romance

wide and
down level with his shoulders.”
    Uncomfortable and humiliating with the Major sat at my arse
end and Doug looking down my body. Wayne picked up one of the
canes.
“Six boy, count them out like this, „One Sir, please may I
have another.‟
     
The first one landed at the top of the thighs. That brought
tears to my eyes but I managed to speak.
     
“One Sir, please may I have another one”
     
The next five were winners for Wayne, he had me begging
him to stop. After six I felt seriously damaged and I was crying.
    The Major then took over and started finger fucking me
lightly spanking me all the time. My arse was on fire and I was
sobbing uncontrollably, not that it made any difference. I was feeling
very sore inside now as well. I couldn‟t understand why they were
being so vile to me, I had been polite and friendly but they were
treating me like an animal.
    “Ok Kit, go and put some salve on your arse then we are all
going to fuck you before administering any further punishment and
leaving you.”
I looked at him and remembered that he had wanted me to be
his boyfriend.
     
“Why do you hate me so much now Sir. You wanted me to
be your boyfriend three months ago.”
     
He had the good grace to blush.
    I put a ton of salve on my arse and it worked. When I walked
back into the lounge my padded beach mat was on the coffee table
and there were three naked guys lubing their dicks with my Wet
Light.
“On the table Kit, legs up, you know the position.”
    Doug and the Major went after each other leaving Wayne to
finish. I had orgasmed with Doug who once again was enthusiastic.
Wayne put his battering ram at my anal entry.
“Spread his legs wider Doug and pull them down further.”
     
The Major tapped Wayne on the shoulder.
     
“Before you enter him, let me play for a minute.”
I watched him replace Wayne and just stare at my arse for
ages before looking me in the eyes.
    “You have a really nice little arse Kit. I am going to be
interested to see how big that hole is when Wayne has finished with
you.”
With that he started fucking me with his fingers stroking my
cheeks with his free hand.
     
“Hold his cheeks open Wayne.”
     
“Nice Kit, you are very pink in there, how does it feel?”
     
He slid three fingers in then and rotated them.
     
He looked at me obviously waiting for an answer.
     
“Humiliating Sir, I used to respect you but this has killed
that.”
    Yeah I know, asking for trouble, and I got it. He went to all
five fingers and pushed hard enough to elicit a scream and see his fist
disappear inside me. He was bigger than any of the boys and he hurt.
It didn‟t stop him fisting me until I screamed again with the pain.
Wayne took over and fucked me violently. I think he was trying to
break my back slamming into me with tons of power. When he came
it was all over my face then he spanked me again. I was rolled over
on my tummy legs spread out behind me so that I was half kneeling.
My wrists were put in restraint and Wayne started to use the cane all
over my upper body and backs of my legs. Not hard but they still
hurt. The Major was the other side of me spanking me and finger
fucking me, then stroking my arse while he pulled at it. I think I must
eventually have passed out because of the build up of pain. When I
came to I had been released but couldn‟t move I was in so much
pain. I watched them dress after showering and then file out. The
Major was last and just waved.
It was several hours before I managed to crawl to my bed
and just collapse.
    I woke about an hour before my first flight feeling damaged
but I crawled out and showered, salved my bottom and made it to
work in time to fly, in a lot of pain which was probably stupid but I
got away with it.
    The boss saw me walking from the chopper and called me
straight into his office. He threatened to sack me for flying whilst
unfit and forced me to tell him what the matter was with me.
    I broke down and gave him chapter and verse on my night. I
also had to tell him about the activities that led to it. He went
ballistic.
“Get your clothes off Kit, all of them.”
     
I did, I didn‟t care I was finished so it didn‟t matter anymore.
    The boss walked all round me. When he saw my back he
gasped, my arse was a mess and my back and legs were a mass of
cane stripes all quite bruised.
“Get dressed Kit, go home, return to duty only when you are
fit.”
    I went and over the next couple of days fell into a deep
depression because I was