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Well, I suppose that
you could say, that the first thing that struck you about the Encampment
was its extraordinary location, set as it was in that isolated gorge,
hidden but surprisingly widespread and open. The floor of the gorge was
mineral-rich, red dusty soil and littered with great disfigured slabs
of dirty red-yellow sandstone, many of which were put to use, some practical
and some devious. It was sort of trapped in time, surrounded by craggy,
sun-drenched cliffs and overhangs and capped, high up, by an amazingly
fertile plateau, that even supported a natural spring which was the source
of the steady but small water-fall. In fact, a grand description for what
was not much more than a generous but constant trickle of water that fell
into quite a deep natural rock pool and of course a very satisfactory
water source. Clancy had posted a sign that carried the message:
DO NOT PISS IN HERE...PISS ON YER MATES.
The gorge even boasted some long forgotten and neglected Aboriginal wall
paintings, that were incised and still showing traces of colour but sadly
the local tribe had been extinct for a number of centuries. The paintings
were apt to say the least, as they depicted extremely virile and very
well endowed hunters, hunting Kangaroos. Perhaps, due to the plateau,
it also had its own localized weather zone, a natural sun-trap and astonishingly
warm thru-out the nights.
The organic smell of the place, as heady as lust, which once experienced
is never ever forgotten.
This microcosm allowed the guys to be comfortably and constantly naked,
should they choose to be so. Some of them going almost "native".
The favoured article of provocative clothing that some of the guys liked
to swagger about wearing, was the jockstrap, well broken in, torn and
filthy, chosen by the wearers from a communal stock-pile.
Like Solomon, Clancy had the last say regarding any and all decisions
and disputes, otherwise there were no rules, other than sound commonsense
and definitely no censorship. Consensual behaviour among the guys was
the hallmark of the place and this was absolutely essential for the valuable
state of constant and absolute freedom to continue to exist. Political
opinion was a total NO-NO. In short, it was a male to male sexual utopia,
unique and without comparison thru-out the entire world.
The encampment itself, looking like an early prospector's shanty town,
was dominated by two well constructed, rough, permanent buildings, one
of which was the general storage facility, the other being Clancy's official
dwelling and the remainder, made up mostly of large army tents and lean-to's
that were sort of strewn about the place and a centralized camp fire that
was always on the go.
The whole resembling something like that out of a scene of the "MAD
MAX" series and certainly, most, if not all of the guys did as well.
The overall emphasis was definitely and intensely sexual.
The guys, in fact were all gay-greaser-bikers and all extremely sexually
perverted, who on the whole literally lived for sex, usually numbered
between fifteen to twenty and came from all over the world and were there
either by word-of-mouth invitation, or thru advertisements in leather
magazines in America, Germany and France. Definitely the one thing that
they all had in common, was pumping, that they were experienced and heavy
into pumping their packets or novices eager and wanting to learn.
Skin-head types dominated the group, but there were quite a number of
break-away individuals, that were just simply rough and anarchistic and
these guys were more or les of the Hell's-Angels persuasion or types.
Hard-liners kept to their roles but many of the guys were more than willing
to swing from top to bottom roles without much hesitation or encouragement
and it was almost the norm to have several of the blokes displaying their
whipped and welted bodies proudly, like battle scars, or signs of some
wild and elaborate initiation of acceptance.
It would be a mistake to think of the place and its followers as a cult
of any description, as in fact it was without any true organisation, just
a group of guys that were so fuck'n horny and serious about the abstract
notion of sexuality, that it was made real and almost sacrosanct.
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Time, mid afternoon, day of the week, of no importance.
The motorcade purred its way thru the narrow opening and into the confines
of the gorge coming to a halt without ceremony, to where, along with all
manner of road-worthy bykes, new and old, was a jumble of motors in various
stages of disrepair, good and bad and the encampment's trusty wagon of
a vehicle, a butch-looking, old Dodge truck, that made its weekly journey
to White Cliffs without fail to pick up the all essential goods that made
the existence of the encampment viable.
Covered, from head to foot with a heavy mixture of sweat and the red dust,
they climbed off their bykes with a mixture of excitement and anticipation
but certainly they were not expecting to be confronted by the sight that
greeted these new arrivals, which was almost beyond their wildest dreams
and expectations. There in the blasting sun, in broad daylight, surrounded
by a milling lust-filled mob, a sturdy stud of a guy was strung up, his
hooded head facing a large net contraption, an open mesh, constructed
of heavy rusted chains which stretched between two steel poles. His body
totally naked, spread-eagled, bound secure by a variety of ropes and straps
was being thrashed by two horny, well endowed and bulging, jock-strapped
spunk-stained and sweat-wet fuckers, one concentrating on his buttocks
and legs, while the other worked his back over and judging by his condition,
had been worked on for quite some time. His dick and balls sticking out
thru the otherside were also secured in place, leather thongs bound and
bit tightly around his fuck'n, bulging fat and pumped-up tool, holding
it hard and straight up, while his balls looking more like lumpy rocks
than balls, were bound tight and being stretched, pulled down-wards, earth-wards,
tied taut to the mesh with thick rawhide straps. His swollen, popping
rocks were red-to-a kinda purple, in fact his whole packet was well and
truly bashed and battered but his dick was still as stiff as a ramrod
and a third bloke was giving him a good working over, fist-punching his
bruised and juicy packet, really smashing into it, giving no quarter,
with his fists belting in unison with the whipping that he was receiving
and threatening not to stop until his victim shot his wad.
It was very clear that this bloke, their lustridden object, was in some
state of seventh heaven, judging by his moanings of what can only be described
as extreme ecstacy, together with the writhings of his body.
Quite a few guys standing about, jacking their tools or being sucked and
gobbled and others fucking, were enthusiastically egging the scene on,
you could almost smell their lust, lusting after their quarry, wanting
their buddy's blood, his fiery load of spunk to come bursting, flinging
out of his thickened, fat and juicy, dick-nob-head.
Slowly, chanting set forth, the newcomers now also crowding in and around,
all groping themselves and their buddies too, with their stiffening packets
throbbing, naturally also participated and joined in:
"SHOOT YER LOAD...YA FUCKER...SHOOT IT OUT AND FREE YER FUCK'N ROCKS...DRAIN
THE BUGGERS DRY OF YER SLIME...YA FUCKER...YEAH... SHOOT YA LOAD INTO
HIS FACE...YEAH...GET YER CUM JUICES FLYING
OUT. . . YA FUCKER
",
and his body violently jolted, jerking and trembling with thrusting spasms,
as his rock-like balls tightened harder now, tight and cum-filled, a lightning
pain started shooting thru his nervous system, his spunk rising, burning
him up, started-up and shooting straight-up and out of his constrained
and tortured dick, the pain growing deep within his crotch, his guts,
lust-saturated as the first, great ribbon-shooting load, fired out of
his dick and roaring screams of relief came muffled, from within his black-leathered
head, then followed rapidly by a second and a third and slowing down to
a heavy final oozing, as his cum dripped down the length of his tool,
sliming down and over his balls. His shooting had been a tremendous experience
to watch and perve on and was an excellent chance introduction to the
encampment, especially for the twins.
Wally, now released from his bondage, stood proud, almost arrogant but
with a fair and easy broad grin, his spent packet now free and hanging,
hanging thick and very heavy but nevertheless still turgid, and hanging
like that his astonishingly long and without any exaggeration, I kid you
not, a good three inches of loosely stretched, foreskin, was for all to
see and perve on.
He re-inserted a stainless steel padlock thru his foreskin piercing, only
on very rare and special occassions did he allow any guy to work his dick
over when he was wearing it and he now pulled on a pair of provocative
and threadbare Levi shorts and as he adjusted his packet down his right
leg, tugging at his foreskin, pulling it down and out below the ragged
edge of his cut-offs and being such an exhibitionist, making it quite
obvious that it was pierced and padlocked and very definitely visible
and of course making the most of his outstanding bulge, with his battered
dick sort of resting down and over his bruised and swollen rocks of balls.
His eyes narrowed and were scrutinizing those of the twins and of course
he was eyeing up their packets as he made a bee-line for them. Some kind
of fate drew the guy on, some fuck'n magic, the local ancient spirits
were in full force as Wally neared nearer to his fated future life.
Introductions dealt with, Wally excitedly said, "I'll show you two
guys around, show you the ropes and you can both bunk with me" and
pointing, Wally continued, "That's my tent over there, you can throw
your jackets and gear in there and we'll get on with it". There was
no doubt in Barry's mind that he wanted this guy, this slave of a guy
and the spontaneous growing urge that he wanted to own him, instantly
possess him totally, this urge that was so fuck'n strong and they had
only just met, and for sure he would have that key, that key for the lock
in his battered dick, placed there by a previous Master, now gone.
Barry would get his wish, sooner than he expected, he will own this fucker
and take over the key and later he would add a lock, YEAH, a heavier lock
that would stretch that foreskin further, YEAH, a heavier lock, that was
from him, alone.
These three were well suited to each other, all being of the same stature,
not exactly "super-studs", body-wise but Wally was a good match
to these two newcomers, these two striking guys, these brothers and they
strode about becoming familiar to these new surroundings that they now
found themselves in, heading towards the water-hole.
They urgently stripped and flung their bodies into that beckoning pool,
splashing about like kids, all the while laughing, joking and fooling
about, then not quite so slowly, starting in on roughly groping at each
other's packets, like taking handfulls of lust, weighing up the other
man's meat, rough, firm and confident, cupping handfulls of each other's
crotches, intimately learning each other and Barry started by cramming
his fingers, about and into that hole, that well abused hole, that fuck'n
ass-hole, then in with his hand, into this new found slave-friend's ass-hole,
to the wrist and now fisting him there, YEAH, the sudden fisting of that
well stretched hole while his other hand now fumbling with the padlocked
foreskin, YEAH, feeling around that super stretched skin, that bubbling
skin, with its padlock secure and the piss-slit barred, YEAH, this guy
is for the taking, YEAH, the taking him over, "YEAH, I'll Master
you mate, you'll do my bidding you fucker, you"ll be mine that's
for sure, I'll use and abuse you and you'll always beg for more",
he whispered to Wally as he bit on his ear.
Bruno loved to work his brother up, liked to get him going, getting his
dick really stiff, really stiff for stuffing and all the while Bruno worked
and stroked his brother's tool good and fat, that fuck'n stiff stump,
ready throbbing to stuff it, stuff it straight in deep, deep into that
hole and Barry grabbed himself firmly, nice and firmly and dick nob to
ass-hole, rammed his tool home, YEAH, shoved his dick in, right in to
that hole, that fuck'n stretched hole and in, right to its hilt, YEAH,
in one thrust, deep in to its hilt, there in the middle of the pool his
dick planted deep and hard to its hilt, the rooting began, with the thrusting
of his tool the rooting was on and he rooted and rooted that stretched
ass-hole hard-tight, in the middle of the pool as he fumbled with that
foreskin locked and secure, jacking slowly that slave's stiffening dick
and feeling it thick and ready and heavy with his balls up-tight.
Then yanked his dick out free and yanked it out quick, "I'll root
you, you bastard, I'll root you later when I'm good and ready, you fucker,
you fuck'n bastard, YEAH, you're mine you bastard and don't you forget
it, let's get out of here".
As they climbed and pulled themselves out of the pool four blokes were
coming towards them.
The four of them were very hunky, two of them dripping wet and naked apart
from saturated, filthy jocks, almost transparent enough that you could
see their steel cockrings biting tight that added heavy emphasis to their
baskets, their dicks and balls clearly had been beaten black and blue
and heavily studded leather collars were tight about their necks.
The other two, their Masters, bare-chested and each of them showing off
their heavy tit-rings, wore well-worn, dust-dirty leather jeans, their
flyes gaping wide, with their heavy-fat dicks half inside, led their slaves
by their chains and as this little parade, silently, almost sinister,
passed by there was a slight acknowledgement of recognition and a very
heady aroma of piss.
Settling down now on a large flat stone slab, soaking the sun up the three
of them lay, their dicks resting nestled, heavy and over their rocks,
down there, low in their ball sacs, with their legs spread out wide and
they handled their cocks as they talked about pumping, YEAH, they jacked
on their cocks and tugged at their foreskins and turned themselves on,
all three of these perverts, just laying there naked and playing with
stiff dicks, just fooling around with their fat stumps of tools, talking
of pumping and making them bigger and stretching and working those skins,
those thick heavy foreskins, those fuck'n great heavy foreskins, folding
them over as hard as they could, YEAH, pulling them over their fat dick-nob-heads.
Barry's tool stirred stiffly and he said:
"SHIT MAN, DO I WANT TO HAVE A FUCKING PISS".
Spontaneously Wally said to Barry, "YEAH, I'll take your piss, deep
down in my throat, allover me, YEAH, you can saturate me or you can fill
my ass-hole with your flooding torrents, YEAH, saturate me inside and
out, with your big fuck'n hose of a dick", and taking the leather
thong with its key from around his neck, handed it over to Barry, saying,
"This is yours, SIR, your tool up my ass in the pool told me that,
SIR, I need you, SIR and I'll do your bidding, SIR, follow all your whims,
SIR, I'll take your brand, SIR", and then he continued, "There's
a branding session on tonight and those two slaves that just passed by
are going to be the star attraction" and Wally went on with growing
excitement, "Judging by those permanent welts across your backs and
asses of you two, not to mention all of those terrific tattoos, I reckon
that you'll be fucking interested in participating and take me over good
and proper and brand me as your slave, SIR".
"Grab him by his ankles Bruno, pull him straight up on to his shoulders,
I'm going to flood his fuck'n ass-hole full" and Bruno stood legs
wide apart his dick head to Wally's dick-shaft, both tools facing downwards,
piss-slits facing downwards, straight down to Wally's face.
Barry got himself well placed behind Wally, his gaping ass-hole at dick
head height, YEAH, his hole was open wide and he pushed his dick inside,
"AH! YEAH!" and his piss started straight into a torrential
flooding of his new slave's hole, with his red hot piss, as it filled
Wally's ass and warmed his dick, he said, "Now piss you bastards,
piss your fucking dicks dry, piss straight into that fuck'n head down
there, and you, you fucker swallow it down", piss gushing out like
sewer drains, out and out of his piss-slit pourings, his piss came flooding
out and ass-hole filling now to overflowing, as their two piss-slits opened
wide and flooded down, Wally's willing mouth now slurping as it gurgled,
splashed and splattered, filling his mouth and over his face, he was full
of piss, ass-hole to mouth it gurgled thru his body and Barry watched
their pissing dicks as his tool now drained of its piss started tightening
up in that piss-hole, tightening up and throbbing stiff as their last
few dribbles, trickled down and over his body, "Now hold him firm
and I'll fuck him now, this piss filled fucker I'll root good and hard
and fill him with slime from my slime-filled rocks, OH SHIT" and
Barry rammed, with his tool hard in him, rooting this fucker like he had
never been fucked before, upside down with his ass, slurping sounds of
piss, as Barry shoved his tool in and out and in again and on and on he
fucked and rooted, this slave's used, abused and stretched ass-hole.
His rocks were roaring now again, his heart was pounding, loud and clear,
the shooting spasms were firing now, now down in there, in that ass-hole.
"I'm cumming you bastard, OH SHIT, I'm cumming, I'm shooting my load
into your hole" -
and Bruno held tighter, as he shot his spunkload right out of his dick
and in that ass-hole, Barry's shuddering body was fuck'n hot and he shot
and he shot and he shot, fuck'n hell and what a bloody lot, he was now
drained dry and pulled his dripping dick out, out of that slimed, filled
ass. Then he took hold of those ankles from Bruno's tight grip, "Wank
yourself off boy, YEAH, jack-off on his cock, shoot your load Bruno shoot
onto his dick, hold your nob closer and fire on his balls and we'll watch
as your slime dribbles over his body and down into his face".
Bruno's tool was so stiff, red hot stiff, he was jacking and wanking and
pulling off good and out his spunk flew, shooting red-hot and thick, trickling
down that fat cock with its foreskin padlocked, dribbling further down,
further and over Wally's chest and a second burst flew straight into his
mouth, that greedy, gobbling mouth, that would take all kinds of shit,
now a third shooting out of thick creamy spunk, then taking a pause squeezed
the last few drops out, out straight down in that mouth.
"Sit over his face with your crack on his mouth", Barry ordered
Bruno as he got between Wally's legs with his knees well bent back, and
trapped with his crotch sticking high up, then Barry grabbed his ball
sac in one tightened fist, pulling at his nuts firm and stretching them
far out, then roughly grabbed at his tool, it was now fuck'n stiff and
it's lock stood straight up, with its hasp in his slit and SHIT MAN, did
this fucker need to shoot, with his rocks tight on fire and tongue eating
Bruno's ass, his throbbing tool hard, was now ram-rod stiff, now jacking
the rough bugger as rough as he could, with his dick-head well trapped
in that padlocked foreskin, red burning fire hot and he began to shoot
out his load, his screams muffled deep inside Bruno's asshole so tongued
and so licked and his cum oozed and gurgled out, came oozing out, as Barry
jacked his dick off and drained his rocks dry, YEAH, totally dry, his
hand full of his spunk, so thick and so dripping, now covering those balls,
his slime-drained ball-sac and his still stiffened tool. He rubbed it
all over and coated that packet good, "And you'll keep it that way,
you fuck'n bugger of mine", Barry said to him now, as he admired
his work, of sleazing his slave's packet, with his own greasy slime.
The twins unnecessarily donned their jeans and Wally his shorts, again
tugging at his padlocked foreskin, making sure that all could see this
remarkable sight and made their way back to the tent that was their present
home.
Daylight had shifted without their noticing, slowly into night, night-shadows
now vague not formed as yet, then the beckoning glow from the campfire
lit-up a number of mysterious spirits, in fact were unsettled guys just
milling about and the scene was set.
The far reaching sky, not a cloud in sight had become a wondrous ceiling
with its millions of stars dazzling bright and occasional comets went
shooting past, then suddenly, as if unexpected, the moon now paid her
nocturnal visit spreading astonishing light, creating dark sinister forms
among those craggy rocks, wherein many extremely perverted acts had taken
place.
It was no wonder, that that ancient Aboriginal tribe had held this as
an awesome and revered and sacred place.
Clancy, Ben, Trev'
and a couple of other guys were sitting about a large, low, roughly hewn
table that had been skillfully formed out of Eucalyptus Gum tree stumps
and Clancy said as Wally and the twins entered his comfortable but very
informal, front-'Bar-room', "Help yourselves to some beers, boys",
adding rapidly, "I see you've picked yourself a winner, Barry",
having noticed the familiar key of Wally about Barry's neck, but in fact
paying more attention to Bruno. "There's some gear'n'stuff over there
that will interest you guys no doubt", he said, pointing to some
very well stocked shelves, of course it goes without saying that there
was a complete range of pumping cylinders and pumps, etc., of every type
and size that was imported directly from the famous San Francisco Pump
Works, and Clancy's 'top' liner that was given to every guest as a special
treat, large pots of black recycled motor oil that was thickened to a
dense black oozing slimy stuff and had never been surpassed for its quality
and certainly prized by all of the encampment's perverted visitors.
"Try-out anything you want, we're all mates here boys and we don't
stand on any kind of ceremony, try it and if you like it, you can pay
when you make your contributions, later". Of course this was of considerable
interest for Barry, now that he had property, this slave of his. He would
most certainly be looking the stuff over and doubtless take a few 'hot'
goodies, he, for sure would have use for it, these guys didn't go in for
main-stream gear, NO WAY.
As for Bruno, there was absolutely no hostility from him, regarding this
new situation with Wally. He had realized for quite some time now that
Barry's need to dominate had grown, was always on the lookout for his
own personal slave and also knew that eventually they would part company
but of course they would always be in close contact.
Taking his time and starting in on his second beer, Barry moved across
to the shelves, "Get your ass over here, you fucker", he said
directly to Wally, "And strip those fuck'n shorts off, there's some
stuff here I want to try".
Wally stood once again totally naked, his turgid packet hung heavy and
on show and he was ready for anything, and with this new Master, he was
quite sure that 'anything goes', would be his future maxim.
By the shelves stood an ass-hole high stump of Gum tree, its top surface
oiled and greasy and it didn't take much imagination to realize its major
function, as Barry took up a sizeable well formed butt-plug with a ring
in its base, weighing it up and feeling the contour of its black rubber
form, plunged it into a large pot of black grease and stood it there,
proudly standing on that stump.
Suddenly the guys went quiet, their conversation about advanced pumping
techniques ceasing as their attention was drawn to that of that well adorned
stump.
"Get you're ass-hole on that, you fucker, just sit straight down
onto it, let your ass do the work, YEAH, let your ass gobble it up, right
up in you, good and tight" and Wally eased his quivering ass-hole,
his squirming, quivering ass-hole steadily sucking it up and sucking it
slowly good and tight and in went the fucker all the way in, YEAH, deep
fast into that hole it fitted, fitted fast and fitted right, that hole
kept stretched and gaping for his Master's delight and his fucking abuse.
The guys applauded as he settled, sitting hard and fast on it, his hole
stretched wide, YEAH, gaping wide‘n‘stuffed, YEAH, proudly sitting,
this Master's slave with that thing up in him.
Then Barry took up a heavy metal ring, of American polished steel and
pulled first those rocks of balls and then the dick shaft thru and totally
thru to his slave's packet's hilt and fuck'n hell it was really tight,
"Now stand up you fucker, with your ass-hole stuffed-packed and rubber
butt-plugged and that ring so tight and I'll pass this thong thru those
rings and you're secured for me, YEAH, too right you bastard, your my
fuck'n slave but just wait, there's more for you in store, but first we'll
take a beer".
Barry sat facing the guys and hauling his tool out, ordered his slave
down on his knees, "Get on your knees in between my legs and suck
my dick till its fat and thick and stick your ass up high, so those guys
over there can perve on your hole, that's now stuffed up tight" and
he was down there like a shot, sucking in deep Barry's thick pole and
found he was sucking in piss and gobbling, swallowed it down, his Master's
piss down with those guys perving on his ass-hole.
They were six, those guys, those perving guys, perving good and heavy
on that stuffed ass-hole, their six tools stiffening up as they thought,
fantazising on it, each with their tools in deep, YEAH, fuck'n down in
that hole, YEAH, rooting that hole.
Barry pulled his dick out and shook the last drops over his slave's face,
"Right boy, now, up on your feet", he ordered as he buckled
a wide slave's collar tight around that slave's neck, taking Wally's head
firm in between his broad and opened palms, he drew his mouth close, mouth
to mouth as though he was going to kiss, then let go a great gob of spit
into that opened mouth, "Swallow that down boy" and then spat
again, YEAH, spat full and straight into that gagging mouth, spit following
piss into that slavish head, then turning to the guys he said, "And
now for the time you've all been waiting for..."
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