Come Me Mr. Sax Man

The belt Clint had been flicking his arms and thighs with had been used to tie off Trent’s wrists over his head and around the trunk of a palm tree. Trent had acquiesced in this with the stipulation that that sort of stuff went no further—but after he was bound, he realized that he now couldn’t stop it if it did. One of the other young men was snapping at Trent’s thighs and belly with the other belt and muttering for Clint to hurry up, that he was next.

After Trent had been fucked by two of the young men, the second time turned onto his stomach and his ass being ridden as the man straddled his hips, Clint came up with the idea that two of the guys might want to double Trent. They were game to do so. Trent set his teeth, refusing to beg them to stop either what they were doing or what they said they planned to do. So far they’d kept it toned down. One of the guys had suggested that they hog tie him with the belts and see if they could fuck him that way, but Clint had said no.

Trent wasn’t that afraid of double penetration. He had taken two cocks at once before on occasion. Not very often, but the prospect didn’t terrify him. The frat brothers were young and virile and had great bodies. Other than the indignity of having the sex imposed on him and having had more than enough of it during the past couple of days, Trent was not frightened or averse to what was happening. He was just a little worried that it was on the edge of turning nasty.

Two of the frat brothers were arranging themselves on the ground, on their backs and their legs overlapping, with their cocks being held together and the other men manhandling Trent toward them, when all froze at the sound of a maniacal roar. Their heads snapped up as if in unison, as a man charged into the clearing from the underbrush. He was twirling a metal chain over his head—evidently having been pulled off the stake at the entrance of the nature trail.

The fraternity brothers scramble up and staggered in four different directions into the brush in an effort to avoid coming in contact with the swinging chain. Within seconds, Trent, collapsed on his back, was alone in the clearing—with Buzz Abrams.

Buzz went down on his knees beside Trent’s prone, panting body. He first reached around the tree trunk and released Trent’s wrists from the binding of the belt and then he put an arm under Trent’s neck and lifted his head a bit.