The Craving – Part 3

By Andy Caulden

Kevin and I were both naked when our guests rang the doorbell.

‘I’ll get the door,’ I said. ‘You sit on the floor, by the sofa.’

The opening edge of the front door hit me full-square on the forehead as Gee and his friends burst into the flat, drunk – the five of them had decided to meet in the Royal Oak before the planned fuck-fest. I was sent flying and hit the wall with an almighty thump – the sight of a naked white boy had sent the men into an uncontrollable frenzy.

The front door slammed shut as I was pinned against the wall by the inebriated black men. My air supply was cut off several times by hands pressing against my throat; my feet were trampled on by a variety of boots and shoes; and my nipples were pinched and pulled by some pretty powerful fingers. I tried to struggle free when my cock and ball-sac were pulled in two different directions at once. Unfortunately, this token act of defiance only made things worse.

‘Come on, rarse,’ said Carl. ‘Let’s make a fight of it. I like hurtin’ bum-boys who don’t wanna play ball.’

‘Ease up, Carl,’ said Lloyd. ‘He’s only had a couple of rough sessions so far. I think five onto one might be too much for him. Besides, we have his boyfriend to look after; he likes being knocked about.’

‘I want to look after this long streak of piss,’ snapped Carl. ‘Gee and I will screw him to the floor while you three take care of his boyfriend.’

‘Fuck off, you blood,’ were the words I was hoping to hear from Lloyd, but he remained silent as Carl pulled me away from the wall by my cock.

‘He’s a nice looking boy,’ said Carl, running his fingers through my hair. ‘Let’s find him a comfortable bed to lie on.’

Lloyd and the other two men stepped back as I was frog-marched along the hallway by Carl, who pulled on my cock while Gee held my hands behind my back. I didn’t say a word as I was pushed and pulled into the bedroom.

‘Stand with your feet apart and your hands behind your head,’ ordered Carl.

I did as I was told. This was clearly the calm before the storm.

The two men circled me, like sharks.

Suddenly, and without warning, Carl punched me in the stomach. I doubled up and stumbled back into Gee’s arms.

‘I’ll bite your fuckin’ cock off if you start playing up,’ snarled Carl.

‘Is that clear, rarse?’ added Gee.

Winded, I reply by nodding my head.

‘I can’t hear you,’ said Carl, punching me again.

‘Yes-s-s,’ I spluttered, as Gee released me.

‘Button it, arsehole,’ snapped Gee. ‘Now get on the bed and start playing with your cock.’

I spread myself out on the stripped-down bed and took hold of my flaccid cock. The two men watched me intensely as they undressed.

‘Now I need to punish you with this,’ said Carl, holding up a twelve-inch, wooden ruler. ‘My old teacher always used a wooden ruler to punish me when I was acting the goat.