I was just out of college having finished my exams. In England most colleges finish in May and I had a long summer to look forward too. I had made plans with a friend to drive down through France in August for a month. Leisurely moving from place to place just bumming around. The problem was gong to be money!
I went back home to my parents in rural Devon. There weren't many jobs around but I managed to get some work washing dishes in a Restaurant. However by July I was well short of my target and needed to get more and quick!
Poaching is a tricky business but the rewards can be great. I made plans late one night to venture onto a local estate and try and snare some hares. I made a pole about 5 ft long with a wire snare at either end and a ring in the middle for staking it down. About midnight I dressed in black jeans, a black T-shirt and a pair of my favorite CAT boots. Finally to make the outfit complete I pulled a black baseball cap over my cropped brown hair.
I sneaked out of the house with a drawstring bag and some lengths of cord for carrying my prizes! Once at the estate wall if was a quick scramble over and into the depths of the wooded darkness. On the wall of the estate had been a sign saying that poaching was illegal and all trespassers would be dealt with harshly. Ha! I thought "the old drunken gamekeeper would be in a whiskey induced comma at this time", I had no worries!
I lay out my snares near some hare tracks at the edges of a glade in the woods and moved off to a safe distance to keep watch. As the warm night with crickets chirping rhythmically slowly began to pass I started to doze under a large tree. I was thinking of all the French girls we might meet on the holiday and being a virgin this was a very important subject. At the age of 20 you don't think of much apart from _s_e_x_!
Suddenly I awoke, I could see two torches beaming through the trees. I froze I could hear low voices and as the two people reached the clearing I could see them examining something on the ground, my snares! Quick as lightening I was up and running for the wall. I hit it at a full run and was halfway up when disaster struck. The drawstring bag attached to my belt loops must have hooked on a projection from the wall. My momentum caused the belt on my jeans to tear at the buckle and rip down one side of my jeans. It also made me loose my grip on the wall and fall back to the ground winding me painfully. By the time I as able to move two bright torches were shinning down blinding my eyes. I realized suddenly I was in big trouble!
One of the guys pulled my roughly to my feet by my shirt and pushed me heavily against the wall. "what have we got here then". "It's the young college boy from up the village Dave" said the second one. "He must not have heard that the old fart of a gamekeeper has been replaced". "Well he won't of heard of our unusual methods of controlling poaching then" said the man holding me roughly against the wall. With one hand he pulled my ear close to his face and said "we're going to teach you some lessons you won't learn in college!" The two sniggered as I was thrown roughly on the ground.
"What are you going to do to me" I said "I was just sleeping under a tree". "We know exactly what you were doing" said Dave. "You were trying to snare hares with your home made pole". He knelt heavily on my back and turned out my pockets. " Ah ha" said Dave. "Look here Hugh a tote bag and some cord can't see what he'd need those for apart from poaching"
Hugh knelt down by my head and pulling on my ear drew my head up to his face. "Kid your in big trouble, we can deal with this in one of two ways. I want you to think clearly and tell me which you want. Your first answer is the only one I can except punk. Either we hand you in to the police, you will get a criminal record and I guess your parents won't be best pleased with their fine college boy! Or we can deal with this here and now by more traditional methods!"
"Don't tell my parents" I blurted out "I couldn't bare the thought of them finding out". Dave chuckled darkly from behind me. "Decision made!" he sniggered. "You may wish you thought that through later this evening" he said as he removed his knees from by back.
"Get up" said Hugh. "What are you going to do to me?" I said as I got slowly to my feet. " Whatever we want" said Hugh. " You made your decision now your going to deal with it. STRIP!" I couldn't believe what was being said and just stood there. A hand lashed out of the darkness and caught me across the chin. Before I knew what had happened I was on the ground again gasping for breath, my face stinging hotly.
" YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD AND YOU WILL NOT ASK QUESTIONS" shouted Dave. "If you do that you will not be seriously harmed. If however you disobey you will be in very hot water". "Okay Okay" I said getting to my feet. "You will also show respect punk and call us SIR when you speak. NOW GET YOUR _f_u_c_k_ING CLOTHES OFF AND QUICK!"
I did as I was told my body ached as I lifted my arms to pull my tee over my head. I knelt and undid my boots. Then stood up and unfastened my jeans and slid them down my legs. Stepping out of the I stood up and waited.
"That's not all boy!" said Hugh as a hand came out of the darkness and gripped the waist bad of my jockey shorts. With a ripping sound and an excruciating pain in my groin they were wrenched from my body. "Right boy stand with your legs far apart and your hands on your head" said Dave. "Yes SIR" I whimpered still trying to deal with the pain in my _c_o_c_k_ and balls.
Torches circled me moving up and down over my body and face. I started to feel a very different feeling in my crouch and I began to blush heavily as I felt my _c_o_c_k_ starting to get hard. I could not believe that I was finding this exciting! My arousal was quickly noticed. "Well well" said Dave, "looks like we've got a live one here, not that it matters whether the little queer likes it or not the results will be the same"
I was made to put my boots back on and frog matched to the edge of the clearing where the moonlight was very bright just next to a big old tree. " Now boy you will learn what it is like to be snared and you will be disciplined for your poaching" said Dave. The snare pole I had set out was pulled up and the snares at each end attached firmly to each of my boots forcing my legs painfully far apart. A cord from my tote bag was then attached to the ring in the center of the pole and tied tightly around my balls trying to pull me down to a squat.
"That should keep you from moving around too much" said Dave " Now to get you into the right position". I was made to lie face down in the dirt. Then the two men picked up the pole and hooked it securely over two branch stumps on the old tree. In this position I had to support some of my weight on my hands to keep my tender body off the gnarly trunk of the tree. I could tell the brightness of the moonlight was exposing all details of my body and with my legs spread so wide my arse hole would have been clearly visible to the two men. I felt degraded and yet also strangely excited.
"Right" said Hugh "you are now going to take 10 lashes from each of us too teach you why poaching doesn't pay after that we may let you down if you beg convincingly enough". "In order to stop your screaming disturbing the wild life you will have to be gagged". The rag that was my jockey shorts was forced into my mouth. I heard a snapping sound behind me as Dave broke off a long young birch branch from a tree nearby and stripped it down to a cane.
Suddenly Hugh grabbed my by the shoulders and hauled me up to his waist. His crutch was ground into my face and I could smell the musk of his _s_e_x_ through his tight jeans. I could also tell he had a raging enormous hardon! Again I has revolted and excited about having a man's crotch in my face.
The birch cane harshly landed on my exposed arse. My body jerked from the pain. My legs tried to straighten pulling the cord on my tortured balls tighter still. I cried out through the gag and the stinking crouch against my face. I could do nothing! Anything I did to resist caused pain in my young body. The two men laughed at my discomfort. "Your in for a real treat here boy, best not to resist if you want to keep those marbles you call balls" said Hugh cruelly. Another lash burned into me on the same place as the first. I tried to move around as the third hit home but Hugh was holding my shoulders like a vice. Again and again the blows rained down moving from one cheek of my arse to the other. After an eternity the tenth stroke bit home right down the crack of my arse against my virgin arse hole. I was dropped face down in the dirt with my legs still spread wide in the air.
Gradually I caught my breath and was able to hold my head off the ground and look around. Brutally Dave pulled the underwear from my mouth as he knelt down and whispered in my ear, "You won't need that anymore I've got a much more substantial gag for you". He picked me up by my shoulders as Hugh had done but then I noticed the button flies of his jeans were undone and a big cut _d_i_c_k_ about 3" in diameter was standing straight out. "Chow down punk and I better not feel any college boy white teeth or you'll lose them!" I couldn't believe it I'd never sucked another mans _d_i_c_k_ before and never wanted to! But what choice did I have? I opened my mouth and surrendered all my self respect. Dave thrust deep and I could soon feel his hairy balls against my chin.
"WHACK!" The beating started again this time with Hugh in charge of the cane as each blow landed on my tortured arse the cord tightened on my balls and Dave's _d_i_c_k_ was forced deeper into my virgin throat. By the last stroke I was almost unconscious from the searing pain in my arse and balls and the _d_i_c_k_ in my mouth limiting my breathing.
Dropped again to the dirt I managed to slowly catch my breath. Unbelievably I could still feel a raging hardon pressing hard against my belly "Well boy you're taken your beating well" said Hugh. " You also seem to be taking well to the art of _c_o_c_k_sucking. Now it's time for you to beg to be let down" Tears were streaming down my face and clogging my throat, but streams of words flooded out promising not to do it again and begging forgiveness if only they would let me down.
"STOP" said Hugh. "We will let you go but first as you forgot to say SIR when addressing us you need one final lesson. Besides seeing you work on Dave's _c_o_c_k_ has got me all hot I need some of that hot mouth of yours." "Yea", said Dave, "and I've got my _d_i_c_k_ all slicked up with spit it would be a shame to let virgin hole go to waste!" Hugh picked me up by the shoulders and his _d_i_c_k_ was unceremoniously forced between my bruised lips and deep into my throat. I gagged with the force of the assault but Hughs _d_i_c_k_ was pounded relentlessly in and out of my mouth.
Behind me I felt the cord round my balls being cut ad loosened. The pain was almost electric as blood started to flow again to my swollen balls. The relief was short lived as I Felt Dave duck between my spread-eagled legs. He started to massage my swollen reddened arse. I felt the pressure of something large, slick and blunt press against my hole. I tried to resist as the pressure on my hole became immense. I was not a queer! I was being forced to suck _c_o_c_k_ and now a man wanted to shove his _c_o_c_k_ up my hole. Tears streamed down my abused face as I resisted the anal rape with the last of my will. A hand cracked down on my hyper sensitive arse cheeks and momentarily my muscles tensed then relaxed with the pain. That was all Dave needed. A lightening pain raced through my body as his _c_o_c_k_ spread my hole wide and sank in to the hilt.
I had a _d_i_c_k_ in me at both ends the pain was enormous but I couldn't cry out for the thick _d_i_c_k_ in my throat. The pain started to ebb. To be replaced with a slowly warming feeling and then intense pleasure. Dave reached round for the cord still hanging from my balls. He pulled on it each time he pushed and pulled his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of my arse. Suddenly I could feel myself coming as much as I tried to resist. The cum spurted out of me like never before spurting over my undersides and on to the grass underneath. Hugh pulled his tool from my mouth and holding it in front of my face with one hand showered me with hot man juices. Behind me Dave gave a final lunge and I could feel his _d_i_c_k_ spurting his cum deep into my belly.
I was cut down from the tree and allowed to get dressed. The two men escorted me back to the wall. And told me in no uncertain terms that future poaching would be dealt with even more harshly. I crawled over the wall and staggered home to my bed. Every part of my body ached, but something had awakened inside me. I had been abused and rapped by two guys and yet I had enjoyed it! My body would take days to heal and yet...AND YET!... maybe I would try poaching something bigger next time maybe a deer!