When I first joined GMM about 4 years ago, being the new guy on the block, I was inundated with winks and messages. My profile was a little on the wild side because it wasn't like sitting at a bar trying to tell some bloke what you like and what you don't like in sex, it was private and 'take it or leave it'.

I was getting a bit tired of the mundane thing and was looking for new challenges in new areas of sex. So I went hell for leather.

A guy in the Hills messaged me asking if I wanted to be his slut. He couldn't host at the time and neither could I but we agreed to meet at a park near WP Hills for a chat, the next day.

I arrived on time so I decided to get out of the car and have a look around. There were several tracks leading into bushland so I took a walk to see where they ended up.

It was a bit like a rabbit warren, tracks heading off in all directions, most leading to a small clearing where guys obviously go to get together.

I'd been gone about 10 minutes and thought I should head back up to the driveway in case this guy had arrived.

Walking up the hill, I could see my car but it was the only one there so I detoured to take a pee in the toilet block on the edge of the driveway.

I walked straight into one of the cubicles and lowered the front my footy shorts when I heard footsteps going to the other cubicle. I started to watch the shadows beneath the partitioning to try to see what he was doing when I spotted 2 long canes lying against the wall on the floor of the other cubicle. His shadow neared the wall and I saw him begin to chalk "SLUT?" on the floor between us. I let out a quiet 'MMM' and then heard his door open and sensed he was waiting outside mine.

He said "Throw your clothes under the door" I thought fuck! I'm only wearing shorts, what happens if he makes off with them???

Then he said "It's all right, trust me. Throw your clothes under the door!"

I thought 'Hrm', at worst, I'd have to make a bolt to my car naked if he took off with them and I had another pair and a T shirt on the back seat. So I thought, 'let's get crazy' so I pulled them off and shot them out. He said "Is that it???" I said "Yea" So he said "OK, now come out"

I came out - starkers. All he could do was look and examine me. He told me to turn around so he could get a good look all over and then said "Now, I want you to stand against the wall, facing it - arms high above your head, on the wall" "That arse needs some discipline"

I stood pressing my body against the wall and then heard a SWOOSH - SLAP as the first cut landed on my cheeks. Then another, and another when a truckie walked in and there I was - merciless. The truckie stood and watch a few more lashings when the guy handed him the second cane. One each side of me, they took turns caning my bare (and by now very red) arse saying "You're our slut, you're ours to enjoy however way we want you"

I was horny as all fuck. My cock was hard up against the wall and each time I felt a cut of the cane, I could feel the sensation rushing through my body, ending up at my cock. It was awesome.

Then the truckie said "Turn around" So I did. He put my short over my head and said "Stand still" Suddenly I felt a full lash of the cane's end across my knob. I screamed! Then another across the shaft.

I doubled over crutching my groin and could see bruising already beginning to appear. I had a quick look at what I could see of my arse and legs and too, they were raw.

Then one of them said "Take his shorts and bring him outside" Nakedly, I was led onto a small hill and told to get on all fours.

Then he said "Spread those arse cheeks" "Wider" "Wider!!!" and I felt a lash right across the arse hole. "Fuck!" I screamed.

"We want you to feel us when we fuck you"

With that, the two cocks came out and by that time, we had two wanking onlookers.

One cock each end, they both inserted their monsters at the same time. In rhythm with each other, they forced themselves in and out and when they were in, I had no where to go. Like a sandwich, I was between them and it was as if their cocks were meeting inside me.

Then one guy said "Right in, make him gag!"

They both gave their all and pushed. I didn't know which hurt most but I did know I could not breath and his cock was way past my throat, staying there for about 5 seconds. Then I got a breather but it was back in again until once again I was struggling trying to get him to pull back out but he held me until once again I gagged and choked.

My face was covered in saliva and it was dripping from my chin by the bucket loads.

They swapped places and it appeared we had about 6 onlookers watching them get back to action.

Again, my throat was the target of another torpedo. But this one was loaded!

I gagged as they both forced in and suddenly I felt a tsunami of cum blast against the back of my throat almost choking me. As he pulled away, he continued to spurt over my face as the other guy was saying "Fuck yeah, spray the slut!" "Now it's my turn!"

He came around to the front and put 4 fingers in mouth, pulling my lips wide apart. Then he threw his cock to the back of my throat again while calling the onlookers over. "Everyone" he said, "Give the slut a cum bath. Spray him all over. Over his back, head, arse and arse hole" "Spray his shorts too! I want him to wear cum-wet shorts home!"

The sounds coming from me while this guy fucked my throat must have been a huge turn on. One said "Make him cry!" "Keep that fucker in hard until he begs!" I was coughing and spurting until once again I felt a rush of juice to the back of my throat when another guy said "I'm coming! Keep that mouth open!" A third cock creamed my tongue and using his knob, rubbed it over my lips and face.

Then I felt splashes of cum landing all over me. Dripping from my back down to my chest and nipples. I could feel cum running down my arse crack, my thighs and down to my knees. My shorts were saturated.

Within a matter of seconds, I was left alone. Like a used whore. I rolled over and and got my bearings again before putting my shorts on and headed for home.

Arriving back at my computer (as if that wasn't enough!) I logged back on and there was a message from the guy:

"Mate, that was fucking fantastic! Thanks, and sorry; didn't know it got so busy there. Hope you're OK. Meeting up at a mates place at Concord next week, might be looking for some entertainment. In it?"

I did meet them and that's another very interesting story - especially when you see the dinner menu.

These are TRUE stories... please vote 5 and I'll continue to tell. Otherwise happy to tell more one on one if you like to hear these! Thanks for reading.