The naked man tied spread-eagled between two trees shook his head, half-blinded by the brightness of the fire. Then, one of the Mythguard people lashed him with a knotted rope, and he whimpered and twisted in pain.
This was the Tournaments of Creathorne, the biggest event of the year. The Realms is a popular LARP around here, and we have a lot of fun there, getting drunk and laid and stoned. Sunday night after the night quest is the best, because that’s when some of us play REALLY
Panther – we use our character names – struggled against the wooden crossbeam tied to his out stretched arms. He was looking his age now, with a five inch erection jutting from between his trembling legs, and at the same time, I couldn't help but notice the look of panic from what he was afraid was about to be inflicted upon him, and men who show their fear this openly give us so much fun! Sometimes even the strongest and bravest-appearing men crumbled when the annual Initiation Ritual happened, and Panther sure wasn’t either of those.
"Rip his hide off!" shouted Lady Pheonix, and the guards from Mythguard began to lash their prisoner's back and buttocks until they became criss-crossed with a number of dripping red stripes. You see, three years ago at a Feast of Chimeron, when she was drunk and passed out, Panther had raped her in both holes, and she’d been waiting for revenge a long time! His eyes and mouth shot open and he seemed to let out a hoarse cry that was nearly drowned out by the sound of the remaining rope whacks. The lashes cut horizontally across his buttocks which, at the moment, looked considerably paler than the rest of his suntanned body. He also had fresh bruises on one side of his hairless, skinny chest, and I wondered if someone, in violation of the site rules, had managed to throw a rock at him. It didn’t matter. He’d be hurt worse now.
Blade rushed forward with his camera to take some close-up footage of the scene. (The pictures didn’t come out well, Blade was too busy rubbing the front of his pants!)
Panther started to whimper and beg for mercy as Lady Phoenix and Kwartz came up and put alligator clamps on his nipples, twisting hard, but no one ever listened to the prisoners begging at these things. The blood shone slick as Kwartz said, “Let’s do this.”
Trent came up, dropping his pants, and nearly tripping over them. His face was puffy and red from too much alcohol – his body was puffy and bloated too. He shot a grimace at Lady Phoenix (she’d dumped him for a man who could actually get it up with women), and then beckoned to Sir Shean, who came over and hit his knees, leaning over Trent’s crotch. Trent had finally gotten out of his khaki-colored pants so Shean could lick every drop of sweat and grime from his dangling ball-sac. His sac was large, somewhat wrinkled and shrouded with a layer of thick greying hairs. It was too dark to see well, but everyone could hear the sloppy slurping as Sir Shean grabbed Trent’s hairy ass.
Trent yanked his cock free of Shean then, hissing as the teeth raked his man meat, and paused to punch the Creathorne “lord” in the mouth. He then positioned himself behind Panther. “NOOOOOOO” the twisting Southern Waster screamed. Trent spat on his hand and rubbed it around and between Panther’s asshole, his teeth grinning yellow in the night.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh fuck! Oh fuckin’ A this is so good!” Trent grunted as he sodomized him.
When Trent was done (he never lasted long), Lady Phoenix came up and jammed a gag in Panther’s moaning mouth. She then pulled out Panther’s favorite foam boffer sword and broke it, pulling out the PVC tubing that was the core of the blade. Kwartz broke it in half, leaving a jagged tube ..... and Lady Phoenix went behind Panther. He screamed through the gag – if it wasn’t there he would have woken up the whole camping area with the cries, we weren’t that far under treeline – as she jammed it into him, repeatedly. “How do you like it, fucker?” she yelled? “How do you like getting fucked against your will? How do you like the pain and a man’s cum inside you?”
Damn, she really lost it, and I don’t blame her after what he’d done with her ..... the abortion had cost her cash she didn’t have and she was ripped up a bit inside, I heard from Tetch that she couldn’t have children now. She pulled the tube out of Panther, slick with his blood, and started jabbing at his cock, balls and belly with it as he screamed and screamed. It took Kwartz and Randal the Light both to pull her off of him. “Damn, girl,” Randal said, “we can’t have him hurt so bad the cops get involved.”
I could see trickles of dark, sticky fluid oozing down the inside of Panther’s thighs, and the two clamps attached to his nipples had ripped off against the bark of the trees, tearing at his skin, and his wrists and ankles were raw from the ropes. He was crying, too, big rivers of tears and snot mingled on his chin. God, even through all of that he had a stiffy. I could scarcely believe it. The flies started to buzz around his thighs as he hung limply from the ropes, the only real movement the swaying and bobbing of his stiffening, bloody meat.
There were moans all through the clearing. Sir Shean, even though bleeding from the mouth and nose from Trent’s fist, was wacking off staring at Panther’s bleeding crotch, fisting his little purple head and groaning, his head thrown back and saying “Oh mama oh mama oh mama” over and over again. His hairy ass rocked back and forth, back and forth, twitching convulsively, one cheek after another.
Liselle was blowing Trent, and her husband was groping Rook. Liselle was giving it everything she had and then some – she’d blown damn near every guy on site who’d let his joint come anywhere near her swollen lips – but Trent was a one-cum-a-day guy even if he’d liked women all that much and was sober, and she had her work cut out for her. Meanwhile Aelias had a much easier time with Rook, who was one of the champion sluts of the outfit when she had enough liquor in her. Her perky tits were bouncing around as he ate her, digging his fingers and teeth into her flesh and lashing her clit with his tongue.
Stacie R. ran around looking for someone to fuck her, but that boat wasn’t gonna sail anywhere. 60-70 pounds ago maybe, when she was just pretty damn plump, but now she was this side of a blimp, and the only reason she was ever invited to these things was that she usually had some pretty good drugs to contribute. Frustrated, she sat down in the dirt by a tree, grabbed one of the boffer swords, and started to rub the shaft of it against her snatch. You could almost excuse her perv of a husband always trying to get teenage girls to join their group so he could get in their pants.
Looked like a regular orgy going on, and Kwartz and Veros were trying to get Lady Phoenix to be the filling in their sandwich. They succeeded too, doing her fore and aft, then aft and fore, over and over. Best body of the lot too – she has primo tits – and she howled out her pleasure as Kwartz gnawed on her pair. (Just as well her fiancé wasn’t there, even if Kwartz could kick the skinny little wimp’s ass.) I grimaced as Blade tried to sneak in with his camera, fisting himself through his sweatpants, because he wasn’t focusing on Phoenix’s or Rook’s hot bodies ..... he had his camera pointed at Veros’s jiggling ass! (Veros’s nickname around here is “Jigglypuff” you see.)
Gawd, I didn’t know Blade swung that way!
Anyway I hadn’t been invited any more than Lady Phoenix’s boy-toy was, so I snuck off with a hot box full of blackmail. They wouldn’t see or hear me going through the brush with all the moaning.
Blade’s pictures never came out right.
Mine did. I had a better camera than he did.
And did they pay. Did they ever pay.