As I do every Friday, I took off from work at noon. This was a marvelous summer day, not too hot with a gentle breeze. I felt comfortable in my jeans and white shirt on this sunny day (casual Friday at work). I was in the middle of my fifteen-minute walk along the deserted road, back from work when I saw the green van slow down near me. The driver rolled down the window. I inched towards the curb to see what he wanted, expecting that he was lost and would ask for directions. Two men came from behind me, one put a canvas bag over my head and I felt some rope being wrapped over the bag. I then felt my feet leave the ground. I was being lifted by the two men and put in the back of the van, and the van quickly took off.

My yelling seemed to get to them, a rope was wrapped around my head over the canvas bag and with a piece of cloth that they forced into my mouth. That took care of that. I tried kicking, but my ankles were secured together as well. I felt like a sausage. Unable to talk, Unable to move

Who would do this? Why? I held an accountant's job for a small firm, not married, couldn't be for ransom? Then what was it? The van ride seemed eternal. We drove for a long time without turning or stopping, so I figured we were on a freeway. Then we exited and stopped and turned several times and proceeded to drive continuously on what seemed like a winding road. I imagined we must have been in the countryside. We finally made a sharp turn and slowed down until we finally stopped. The doors flew open and I could hear other voices from outside the van. "Did you get him? -Yeah! No sweat! A bit feisty at first, but we gagged him and made sure his bonds were secure and it was a smooth ride all the way here. -Cool! Take him out! We're ready for him. -Yes Sir!"

I felt 2 pairs of hands carrying me out of the van. These guys were obviously strong, as I weighed in at 195 pounds, being 6 feet tall. Having worked out a lot over the last year paid off I could notice guys eyeing me in the gym, at the pool and in the showers, of course, being tall, dark, handsome, hairy and with the definition my pecs and abs now had, coupled with my hairy and round butt, uncut dick, eraser nipples, receding hairline, full beard, deep brown eyes and my devastating smile it was to be expected!

"Want a beer, before the game, Jim? -Sure, bud!" HEY! I knew that voice! Dave from the gym!!!!!!! He'd been trying to get in my pants for months. I kept pushing him off, knowing he was only out to put another notch on his bedpost! Now I knew the motive! I was kidnapped for sex. Rumor had it at the gym that some underground gang at the gym abducted guys and had their way sexually with them "a weekend of fun" they called it. I never heard any details, but I suddenly felt safe that I might not be in harm's way well at least, I was not in any serious danger. The other guy was also from the gym. Jim was a handsome tall blonde, wavy hair, green eyes, perfect teeth, scruffy beard most of the time, and the most heavy and dark pelt on his chest I've ever seen on a blonde guy! He had the handsomest treasure trail down the middle of his chiseled chest and belly, going all the way to his pubes, well defined smooth bum, and an above average sized dick and despite its large size when soft, it wiggled so much, it must have increased to gigantic size when hard. Some nice tight balls under completed the perfect package, amidst the brown frizzy pubic hair. His forearms turned me on big time: he had a thick line made from the hair on them, running the entire length.

I was suddenly left on the ground, next to what seemed like a fence. I tried moving, but my bonds were really secure, and where would I go? I couldn't see and we had been driving for a long time.

"Okay! Let's take care of our new TOY! -Yes Sir!"

I heard footsteps approach me from all sides. I had no idea how many they were, but they were several. I felt the ropes being untied. The one in my mouth going first. My jaw was stiff and sore from having the cloth and canvas held tightly by the rope. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!" I yelped as soon as the canvas sack was taken away, the mid-afternoon sun blinding me. As soon as I had screamed, I felt a round rubbery thing being shoved in my mouth and secured with a buckle behind my head. I had been gagged. I protested, but my captors were too strong, and the only sound I could make was with my nose not very impressive.

I now knew whom my captors were: about 15 guys from the gym. Luckily, they were all very handsome, built and hairy. Since I had heard about the abductions, I had lain awake at night, fantasizing about being abducted by them, of course, picking my favorites Jim, Dave, Alan, Brian, Steve They were all there. I felt the heat invade my cheeks. I was terrified and aroused at the same time. I'm sure my cheeks were bright red, and I could hear my heartbeat inside my ears. I'm sure the blood rushed to my dick too, as I heard "Hey! I think Chip is enjoying this, guys! I told you he was nothing but a faggot slut!" said Dave in his gnarly voice to annoy me further "Okay, prepare him".

Dave seemed to be in charge. Some referred to him as bud and others referred to him as Sir. He stood tall at 6'3" and his football shape commanded obedience. His dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows strong cheekbones and his chiseled jaw gave him a dangerous look. He had nice full red lips, encased in his very full and thick beard. Furry Bear would have best described him.

My eyes were getting used to the sunlight and I could see we were at some deserted resort in the woods, the place was obviously run down, probably from years of being abandoned, but at the same time it had a 'lived-in' look and feel to it. These guys had obviously found this place and made it their own by fixing it up somewhat. Jim and Steve took my arms and lifted me from the ground and secured my wrists on the outside of the baseball cage I was laid against. I went from one method of confinement to the next. Gawd! What were they planning for me?

Steve grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, popping every button at once, some flying off, exposing my chest to the onlookers. Some whistled, "Hey! Pretty boy!" " Don't feel like such a hotshot now, do you, BOY?" said Dave. Steve took a switchblade from his back pocket and ripped the seems of the shoulders of my shirt and yanked both sleeves off, exposing my fully developed arms, armpits and hairy forearms, which were tied at the wrists on either side of my head, slightly higher than my head.

Steve wasn't done with his switchblade. He proceeded to nick at my jeans in various spots. He inserted his fingers in the holes and pulled forcefully at the fabric, causing my jeans to slowly become a bunch of hanging pieces of fabric, thus exposing my very hairy thighs and making me squirm every time he used the blade, for fear he'd cut me.

"Leave the crotch area and the back pockets hanging from the waistline, Steve, and dispose of the rest of the jeans, we won't be needing them." "Sure thing bud." Steve used the switch blade to fashion unusually short shorts. My ass was uncovered, except for the two back pockets hanging on my hairy bum, the seam from the middle ran down my asscrack to my crotch and in front, the crotch area was left, forming a V in front covering my intimate parts. Not wearing underwear made me very weary that he might slice my dick or my balls, but he only cared about the fabric FOR NOW.

My ankles were also secured to the fence. A silky rope was used to secure my torso also. It ran across my chest, below my bulging pecs and came up on either side over my shoulders then back down to my waist, where it was run into the belt straps of what was left of my jeans. I could not move. A job was also done with my shirt, where only a few strands of fabric now flew in the breeze over my torso.

I thought for sure that I was going to get it, but no, I was being ignored. They started playing ball behind me, where I couldn't see. I felt the ball hitting the baseball cage once in a while. I couldn't believe it, after all this, I was left hanging there while they played baseball.

2 naked guys except for their dog collars and some sort of leather harness preventing them from getting hard were running back and forth, bringing beers and catering to the guys, being treated like furniture, getting the occasional slap on the fanny, or having a nipple pulled. The word SLAVE was written on one of the guy's bum and chest in thick black marker, while the other had the word DOG. They had very decent bodies, Slave having auburn hair a goatee, hazel eyes, and a baby face, although being quite hairy for his obvious young age he could have been as young as 18.

Dog was a bit older, probably mid twenties and moderately hairy, but very blonde with no facial hair. He must've done something that got Dave upset, because Dave took him aside by the nipple ring and attached it to the baseball cage with a small padlock at the end of a chain. Because of the height of the chain, he was forced to kneel. "I'll take care of you after the game," he snarled to the dog.

The game seemed to go on forever. What was with these people? Kidnapping me from off the street, taking me out in the sticks and tying me there and then for what? Totally ignoring me?

I knew that Dog would be taken care of after the game by Dave, but what about me? Was I going to be left there to rot forever? Or was something greater in the works?

"PEE BREAK!", Dave yelled. I could hear the guys running around, probably going near trees to relieve themselves. I heard footsteps come closer from all sides. I felt people behind me; some were coming around the fence towards me. Oh! My fucking gawd! I was the fire hydrant to those mutts!!! They all waited for Dave to take out his huge uncut tool and they all followed suit from all sides. Dave ripped what was left of my shirt from my back. Eight were in front of me. Dave, Steve, Brian and Alan from those I knew were in front of me. I had never experienced watersports, except by myself in the bathtub. I had fantasized about it for so long, but not this way. Still the scene aroused me and it made me get hard. My uncut dick poked out from what used to be my jeans.

Dave was the first one to pee on me, with a huge stream, aimed directly at my crotch. I could see the look in his brown eyes, he wanted to own me, and judging at the situation, he did. I could feel more streams flowing all over my body, some reaching all the way up to my shoulder blades and my pecs. One even hit my right armpit: It tickled and was nice and hot. The pungent smell was raising to my nose. It made me nauseated and it aroused me at the same time. I could see Dave's huge mantool had become bigger. He was obviously getting a kick out of seeing me humiliated like this.

Steve was shorter than Dave and Jim, at around 5'10", pitch black hair, light green eyes, mustache that continued down to his jaw line, more or less cowboy type mustache, with broad shoulders. Being that he was the only one without a shirt, I could glance freely at his nice pecs and the full sized nipples crowning them. He seemed like a hunk who had worked out a lot in the past, or was very athletic, but had put on some weight so his entire body had a nice coat of fat with a small belly, what I'd call 'comfortable looking'. He wasn't too hairy, having a light covering on his chest and an intense patch in the shape of an inverted V from about 2 inches above his navel down to his crotch area, thus enhancing his torso and escorting the eye towards his crotch. His dick, out, peeing on my upper right thigh, was average sized and cut, with a cute pinkish coloured head.

The four guys I didn't know that were in front of me, relieving themselves on me were very handsome. Jeff looked like John Travolta in Michael and was hung and uncut. He had pulled his foreskin a bit to aim straight, showing a bit of red cockhead. One was 6'2" tall, stocky build, blonde brown eyes with a bushy mustache and average sized uncut dick. The other two were either brothers or twins. They were 5'9" tall, weighed in at around 170 pounds, light brown zero cropped hair with scruffy look, intelligent brown eyes, curly hared arms. What was strange, one was cut and the other was uncut, both slightly above average size, which made me, question their kinship.

Brian was 5'8" with a strong muscular body. He had dirty blonde hair and had sculptured sideburns and beard in the shape of a Z. He had perfect teeth and delicious grayish blue eyes. He cropped his chest and belly hair to about half-length, but since he was very hairy, you could still hardly see the skin under there. He had a great body. One you'd see on a soap opera star. Great set of nipples too. He had a tattoo of a raccoon on his bumcheek. His dick was uncut with a compact ballsack and what looked to be an average size length perfect for sucking on! His bum was also cropped to half-length, otherwise, I think you probably could not see the raccoon! I fantasized about having him sitting on my face while I rimmed him inside out. He was the last one to pee, probably having a shy bladder and the others made fun of him for that! "Ha! You lose! You know what that means!"

My cock grew its full 7 inches and my peeslit was glistening with precum. "Alan, take care of that, it's of no use to us", said Dave pointing at my stiff dick, as it was now entirely out of the torn jeans and it bounced with every single one of my heartbeats. What did he mean by that? I tried to protest, but I was fully secured to the fence and only my nose could mutter sounds.

Alan took out a little leather contraption, made of what looked like several leather cockrings with snaps, attached to another leather strap. He snapped the first ring tightly over my cock and balls like a cockring. He made it really tight, making my erection even fuller, making my skin retract and my now purplish head was shining in the sun with the precum my retracting foreskin had spread. He snapped the second ring in position over the base of my shaft near my balls.

He pulled my skin over my cockhead, covering it expertly. His hands were warm and soft. I caught a glimpse of his light blue eyes, contrasting against the auburn short hair on his head, his 3-day-old beard and the myriad of freckles. He was about 6' tall with a swimmer's body, except he didn't shave. Quite the contrary in fact: I remembered quite fondly from the showers at the gym that he had a superb auburn treasure trail covering his abs down to his bellybutton. His left nipple was pierced just like mine, but his was a spear that ran into his nipple from top to bottom. He also had an armband tattoo. His dick was average sized, but thick, and he seemed to had been graced with extra amounts of thick skin, as his dick looked like it was in a soft blanket, with an overhang of about an inch. The third ring went at the base of my now safely covered cockhead.

He then wrapped the leather strap over my cockhead, imprisoning my dick and he applied pressure to install the fourth ring over my cockhead, thus ensuring that my dick was now confined to that length. The pressure deflated my dick somewhat and he tightened the strap to shorten the size I could now reach. He snapped the last ring between the second at the base of my cock and the third at the base of my cockhead. As my cock decreased in size from the added pressure, he re-attached every ring to a tighter snap. I could now only get about 3 inches long and about 1-inch diameter. My now reduced cock and it's restraint were pushed back inside the pee soaked jeans. I was happy that I had shaved my cock and balls that morning, as hair would have certainly been caught in this contraption and would have been painful. The feeling in the restraint wasn't so bad. It was annoying and fun at the same time.

I was also happy that I had put on my contact lenses that morning, planning to perhaps go canoeing that weekend. If I had my glasses they would have been removed, been very dirty or broken. I would have missed seeing 8 cocks peeing at the same time. While Alan was attaching the restraint on me, I hadn't noticed that Brian, the last one to pee had been stripped naked by Steve and his dreadful switchblade. It seemed that Steve didn't have any use for zippers and buttons. I guess Alan would not need his clothes from here on in. Steve took out a marker and proceeded to write 'SHY PISS BOY' across his chest and on his bum. Brian was attached to the baseball cage next to me in the same way. Derek had installed a cock restraint on him too. Brian did not have a gag and offered no resistance. I guess it was part of a game they played and conformed to.

The sight of Brian in his humiliating condition made my cock push against the restraint and I could feel great discomfort from this predicament. Steve came up to me, obviously guessing at my discomfort and stared into my eyes. He groped my cock and balls and his light green eyes, which were almost shut because of the sun shining in them, mesmerized me. "Enjoying the sight, Pig Boy? Makes your cock want to break free seeing Shy Piss Boy over there all naked like that, Pig Boy?", he said in a coarse gravel voice. He pulled my nipple ring and I tried to cry out 'ouch' but only a hum came from my nose instead. "Is that nipple connected to your useless Pig Boy dick? Well it won't be of much use to you now, will it, Pig Boy? You stink, Pig Boy!" He took his marker and wrote STINKY PIG BOY across my belly. I could smell the sun from his body. He had obviously spent the day tanning. He went back to the game.

I noticed that Dog was now free and was wearing latex briefs with a buttplug attached to the inside. Jim had put him over his knees and spanked him hard 30 times and fitted him with the specially equipped briefs. He was now running around with more beers along with Slave, serving the crowd that seemed to be the Masters, or so I thought. I needed to pee real bad. Since I was not the centre of attention during the game and my loincloth was already soaked with manpiss, I decided to relieve myself. Brian noticed and yelled at the others, "STINKY PIG BOY IS PEEING HIS PANTS SIRS!" The game halted, so did my stream from being stunned! The crowd gathered in front of me this time. "Did I give you permission to pee, Stinky Pig Boy?", asked Dave. I tried to reply, but "hmhmhmmm" was all that came out. "Stinky Pig Boy wants to speak, Men, should we let him speak? -yeah! Let's hear what the faggot has to say", replied Jim. Alan undid my gag. I took a second to adjust my jaw and gulp the saliva in my mouth. I didn't speak. "Well Stinky Pig Boy, I'm talking to you, are you deaf? -N n no, S S Sir! -What? I can't hear you Stinky Pig Boy -NO, SIR! I AM NOT DEAF, SIR! -Better Stinky Pig Boy NOW ANSWER THE GAWDDAMN QUESTION: Did I give you permission to pee? -NO, SIR! -So why did you pee? There are consequences for being so blatantly disobedient to Master Dave, Stinky Pig Boy! -YES, SIR! (I knew I had better play along, who knows what those bozos were capable of!) "Remove him from the fence and bring his companion with him." Alan undid the ropes that held me to the fence and Steve did the same with Brian, making sure that our wrists and ankles were securely shackled. We were pushed around towards the beach area. I kept silent, knowing it was best to do so and I didn't want the gag back in my mouth, despite still having to pee real bad and feeling greater and greater discomfort from the leather restraint on my cock. I was too nervous to notice how beautiful the lake was, deep blue contrasting against the plush green of the evergreen covered foothills surrounding it and the lighter blue cloudless sky above.

We were each tied to the posts of the beach volleyball net. Slave and Dog obviously having been drilled for this brought 2 huge iceboxes. "You certainly took some time getting here", complained Jim at Slave and Dog. Steve wrote my new name on my bum 'STINKY PIG BOY' with the black marker to match the others. Jim went for the first icebox, taking out a beer and chugging from it. The others followed suit. "Slave, open the icebox", yelled Jim, and Slave opened the icebox. I couldn't see very well because the lowering sun was in my eyes. Slave handed what looked to be groceries to each of the guys. It was exactly that: Groceries. The kind that are gooey or sticky or stinky or oily: Vegetable oil, eggs, chocolate sauce, molasses, corn syrup, blueberry sauce, shortening, all at various temperatures to enhance their properties.

Brian and I were handed 2 eggs each. "Okay BOYS! Crack them on your heads", said Jim, obviously the guy in charge of this activity and second in command of the entire deal. He had to be kidding! We were to degrade ourselves? Fuck! Brian proceeded right away, cracking the first egg on his head. We had enough slack from the shackles attached to the posts that we could do this easily. I could see egg white and yolk running down his head into his face and left shoulder and dripping down his cropped chest. I didn't want to wait too long and get them upset so I slapped an egg against my head. Obviously not hard enough, it didn't break, just hurt. "Stinky Pig Boy's a sissy!", cried Dave tauntingly from behind me. He grabbed my wrist and yelled in my ear, "Do I have to do it for you, Stinky Pig Boy? -NO, SIR! SORRY SIR! -You learn fast! NOW GET CRACKIN' !" I got it right the second time and didn't wait; I cracked the second one before Brian did his. The eggs were freezing! I gasped when I felt the cold in my scalp and felt the gooeyness drizzling down my face and dripping onto my chest, shoulders and back. I could also feel the scratchiness of the eggshell in my scalp, but I was wise enough that I wasn't going to remove them and make a fuss over them.

Brian looked hot with the yellow and white goo in his dirty blonde hair. The cold dripping goo sent shivers all over my body as it dripped onto my back. Next up was the corn syrup. That was hot. Steve and Alan were each equipped with a bottle and Alan proceeded to pour the entire bottle of syrup on my chest and in my back, while Steve did the same to Brian. Now THAT feeling was fun! Hot, sticky, gooey. Probably a problem to clean up, but I had no clue when that was going to be, right? Molasses, also hot were poured by the two twins, some on our face, some in our hair, some in our crotch, some on our bums and the rest on our chests again. My cock was really pressing against the leather restraint to no avail.

Jeff was assigned to me while the tall blonde guy with the bushy mustache went to Brian with the chocolate and blueberry sauce. Those went into my soaked jeans loincloth, but were freezing cold! The gooey-stickiness felt great, but the cold was really intense. Dave took out the 5 gallon vegetable oil canister and came to me and poured half over my head, splashing down all over my body and did the same with Brian.

Jim applauded slowly, as he was displaying his satisfaction at the scene he just created. Finally, he took out a canister with no label on it and came to me, went behind me, dipped into it, and spread a fist full of peanut butter in my asscrack, which cracked the guys up! He did the same to Brian. I must say though the feeling and the look is slightly gross, I got a chuckle out of seeing Brian's dismay, forgetting my own.

The guys laughed at us for a bit, throwing more food on us. "Undo the shackles!", yelled Jim. Alan and Steve proceeded. "Now PIGS, we've been talking about how this looks, and we're a bit disappointed not blended enough, we think. You two are going to rub against each other until everything is nice and blended." Now I must admit, THAT turned me on BIG TIME! Rubbing my body, filled with all these textures, smells, experiencing different sensations from different parts of my body, NOW I was going to rub against Brian whom I've lusted after for all these months? Now I really cursed at my cock restraint!

We started slowly; we were shy. "Come on PIGS, get to it!", yelled Jim. So we did. The mixed feeling of the sticky, gooey, oily feels coupled with the half-length hair on Brian's delightful body and his slime would have pushed me over the edge if my cock hadn't been restrained. This was hot!!! "Are they liking this too much, Men? -Yeah, way too much -Now roll in the mud over there." We did and now were all slimy and covered with gritty mud and sand. That was definitely not as sexy. But we were pigs, rolling in food and mud we played the part well. "Okay back to your posts." Alan and Steve shackled us back in position. The guys grabbed things from a nearby container.

Waterballoons that had spent the day out in the sun! "Time to clean up the PIGS! Fire at will, Men!", yelled Jim. I didn't know where to look; Waterballoons were coming from everywhere and hitting me from all sides. The grit and grime slid down partially. The temperature was pleasant, but the splashing of the airborne balloons on my skin hurt. The MEN (as they were called) were really getting into this. I guess it's normal when you put overgrown kids in the presence of waterballoons! "Dog and Slave, finish the job and bring them to us", said Dave.

Dog and Slave unshackled us and took us into the lake. The water wasn't too too cold, as the sun was setting. Dog and Slave had dishwashing liquid to help them with their task. They were gentle, making sure that the sand from the mud did not bruise our now overly abused skin. I made sure I peed in the lake. I saw that Brian also stopped moving for a bit, so I imagine he did too. They helped towel us dry. Both naked this time without a restraint for our dicks. We were now both very hard from our dicks being finally released. Brian's "what looked to be an average size length penis" grew to well above average at about 8 inches.