ass Whippin in the Big Easy

by Mx <Mxo2@aol.com>

This was Simon's first visit to the Big Easy and because of low cash flow on spring break he made his way from the bus station to the Y on St. Charles Street. As he hoped there were plenty of cheap rooms available. He checked in and went up to his room on the fifth floor. It was tiny, with two single beds and no bathroom. The showers and bathroom were at the end of the hall and there didn't seem to be too many other rooms rented on the floor.

When he got back from his first night on the French quarter he was a little woozy from the rich food and some limited bar hopping although he thought it wise not to get too hammered until he knew the terrain a little better. A good should bring me around, he thought as he collected a towel and soap from his room and headed down the hall to the shower. Although he could hear music and voices from the other rooms as he made his way down the hall he found the shower room empty. Good, he thought, got the place to myself. He picked a locker in the middle of a row and realized he didn't have any way to lock it while he was in the shower. No problem, he thought, nobody here anyway, tomorrow I can pick up a lock. He kicked off his Addidas into the bottom of the locker and pulled off his socks. He crossed his arms at the bottom of his tee shirt and pealed it off. There was a little chill in the locker room and he was looking forward to the hot water. He pulled off his 501s and boxer briefs. Standing naked in front of a mirror he put his arms over his head and stretched the way he did before swimming. His head was beginning to clear when he heard a noise in the locker room. He looked around but didn't see anybody so he pulled the towel around himself, which was so small it barely reached around his thirty one inch waist, and headed off the one of the shower rooms at either end of the locker room. The first one he went to was obviously not used as most of the shower nozzels were missing and some of the tiles had fallen from the walls. The room had a dank smell and he could hear water dripping. He went back through the locker room to the shower at the far end and found this one in much better condition, clean and newly tiled.

Leaving his towel over the bar by the door he went into the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. He stood there a long time letting the water wash over his tan skin before he began soaping himself. He began to picture Scott as he lathered his balls and _c_o_c_k_ and stroked until he brought himself almost to cum. When he came out of the shower he was suprised that his towel wasn't where he'd left it so he went back throught the locker room naked and dripping with his arms wrapped around himself. At his locker he got an even more alarming shock because none of his clothes were there. _d_a_m_n_, he thought, what the _f_u_c_k_ is going on. He looked up and saw two guys standing at the end of the locker row. They both had shaved heads and wore heavy boots with black jeans and tight tee shirts. One of them had on a black leather jacket and Simon figured them to be about twenty or so. Before he could say anything to them they started sauntering toward him and it was then he heard a sound behind him. He turned to see two more young bucks walking from the other direstion, both skin heads and dressed the same. They stopped just inches from him and Simon had never felt as naked as he did at that moment. One of them leaned his face close to Simon's.

Looks like you need a towel or something, he said.

Here's one, said the guy with the jacket, producing Simon's towel from behind his back and holding it out. Simon reached for it and he pulled it back and then threw it in his face. Simon quickly wrapped it around his waist.

All my _s_h_i_t_'s been stolen, he said to the first guy. The guy moved even closer to Simon backing him up to the locker and the others gathered close around, leaning their arms on the lockers on either side of Simon, penning him in.

It sounds like you think we had something to do with this, said the first guy.

I'm not sure I like that, said one of the others. After we gave him a towel to cover his skinny ass too.

I didn't say that, said Simon, his voice close to breaking.

Well, maybe we can help you find your missing _s_h_i_t_.

Yeah, that would be cool, said Simon, trying to sound casual.

Of course, our time and effort is worth something, said the guy in the jacket. And we'd expect payment in advance.

But I don't have anything, said Simon. And without my room key I can't even get to my stuff there.

Not a problem, said the guy in the jacket. We'll work out something. He reached out and ran his hand over Simon's chest. It was cold and Simon jumped slightly. Looks like you work out dude, you're pretty cut. Simon said he did and another guy ran the tips of his fingers lightly up the inside of Simon's righ thigh, barely touching his balls. To Simon's horror he realized he was getting wood in spite of the fact he was scared _s_h_i_t_less. They all noticed it too and began to laugh.

Looks like we got one here, said one of them. They grabbed him by each arm and half carried him down tothe old shower room. Once inside they made Simon stand in the middle. He felf one of them reach around his waist and strip the towel off him. They tore it in two and tied each half around Simon's wrists.

What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing, Simon asked, trying to struggle but they each had at least forty pounds on him, and that was toned muscle.

What's your name, asked the guy in the jacket.

Simon.

Well, Simon, since we're getting to know each other real good here, I'm Mike, that's Keith, and those guys are Marty and Damian. They all smiled at him. And we're all gonna just do a little party here in this old shower room. Damian pulled the door shut while Marty and Keith slung the ends of the towel tied to Simon's wrists over a pipe in the ceiling and pulled each piece tight which stretched Simon's arms out wide and tied them off. If he felt helpless before, it was nothing t what he felt now. Mike reached down and gently grabbed Simon's balls which made his _c_o_c_k_ immediatly stand up. They all laughed again as Simon turned deep red. No need to be embarrassed, said Mike, as he squeezed harder. Now you just call out when you want us to stop. Damian found an old sour smelling towel in the corner and tore a strip off it to use as a gag. Hanging there in front of the four of them, stripped naked, tied and stretched out, he realized they could do anything they wanted to him and he was completely helpless to stop them. Okay Simon, I think you're ready, Mike said, and each of them unbuckled their thick leather belts and pulled them from around their wastes.

Simon squeezed his eyes shut tight and groaned through his gag. He heard Mike's voice in his ear saying Relax Simon, we're wont really hurt you. He opened his eyes as Mike took his leather jacket off. He could see Mikes toned chest through the thin sleeveless tee shirt as Mike walked around the back of him. The other three stood in fron of him, leering and swinging their belts lightly against Simon with a barely audible slap across his bare skin. He heard mike behind him, the sudden whoosh of air and the thwap of the leather across his back. Simon screamed through his gag and twisted against the bonds on his wrists. The other three came closer, belts folded and dangling from one hand. Another slash across his bare ass from Mike, and another and another. The pain was unbelievable but nothing compared to when all four of them began to whip him at the same time across every part of his skin, over and over, blows landing two and three at a time. They were moving in a circle around him so each of them had a shot at a different part of him. Damian was swing his belt with two hands and all the force of his muscular arms. Two of them reached down and held his ankles apart and Keith landed his studded belt squarely across Simon's exposed nut sack, In the blinding pain Simon blacked out.

He woke up abruptly in a shower of ice cold water being sprayed from a hose. Damian had two hoses hooked up to the mop sink. He stopped the shower of cold and unleashed the hot water from the other onto Simon who thrashed wildly. The others were gone and he and Damian were alone.

Need some more, asked Damian. Simon shook his head no. Good, said Damian. Wasn't very nice of you to check out on us just when we were getting into the swing of it. Simon's skin was on fire from the brutal whipping. Damian moved closer and took Simon's _c_o_c_k_ in his hands and began to play with it. Simon closed his eyes ecpecting pain but Damian expertly manipulated Simon's now hard _c_o_c_k_, pumping it slightly and gently stroking his balls and ass. Is that better, he asked. Simon shook his head yes. He ran his hand over Simon's stomach and chest while he stroked his _c_o_c_k_ harder. I guess you're feeling a little helpless right about now, all trussed up and naked, said Damian. He slipped his hand around behind Simon and worked his fingers in his ass. Simon threw his head back, let out a moan and pumped his load of hot cum into Damian's hand. Laughing, Damian reached up, pulled the gag out and wiped his hand over Simon's face.

Simon licked it and sobbed, I'll do anything you want me to. Anything. The other three came back in laughing and swilling beer out of bottles. Mike held one up to Simon's mouth and poured some down his throat and neck and chest.

I guess that last one on your balls was kinda harsh, he said. Someone grabbed Simon's balls hard and Simon gulped in air.

Please, he pleaded. I'll do...

I know, Damian cut him off. You'll doanything, but you see you're already doing just what we want. But relax, my arm's getting tired anyway.

Mine's not, said Marty. I could whip his skinny ass all nigh. Maybe string him up naked on Bourbon Street and sell ten strokes for a buck.

Keith came in with a leather jump rope in his right hand. Let's try this on him. He cracked it in the air behind Simon.

No, Please, screamed Simon but was choked off by the gag again.

Now don't pass out so soon this time. Keith, Mike said, soak it in some water first to make it heavier and crack better. Keith ran the water in the mop sink and soaked the leather. He walked about three feet from Simon's back while the others stood back and sipped their beers. Holding the two ends in one hand he drew it back and with a snap of his wrist brought the leather across Simon's skin. It wrapped around his waiste before he whipped it back again. Simon screamed through the gag as Keith lashed him over and over, leaving big red crossed on his back and ass.

Whip the little faggot good, called Marty from across the room.

Yeah, whip his balls, the other chimed in and raised their beers. He tossed the jump rope to Damian who was standing in fron of Simon. Damian whipped it across his sholders and chest , around his waste and they all laughed when he cracked it off Simon's balls. Simon writhed in pain with each lash as the leather rope bit into his skin. They each had a turn so Simon took thirty or forty more lashes before they stopped.

Keith walked over and pulled Simon's head back by his hair. You know what, he said.

Whats that, said Mike.

I think we could stuff something a lot more fun into poor Simon's mouth. He pulled the gag out and he and Marty untied his wrists. Simon dropped to his knees. Damian grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. You're so eager to please, went right down on your knees, I like that. They tied his wrists behind him while Keith stood in front. Damian pulled his head back again and Keith unbuttened and pulled out seven inches. In a second it was in Simons mouth. For the next twp hours the four of them tag teamed Simon, a couple times two at once, face _f_u_c_k_ing him while another was in his ass. Damian was the biggest. He bent Simon over a bench and savaged his ass, ramming in his _c_o_c_k_ with all the force he could. Finally they put him on his knees and they each dumped their loads of cumm in his mouth, threatening if he didn't swallow it all, the whipping would start again. Simon Swallowed.

There on his knees, surrounded by these four young studs, after all the pain and humiliation they'd put him through, Simon had to admit his long time fantasy of being raped just this way but he never dreamed it would really happen. He looked up and his eyes met their leering faces when the door opened and three cut black guys came into the shower. Danian was just finishing buttoning up his 501s.

What the _f_u_c_k_ is going on here, one of them said.

Just a little party, said Mike while patting Simon on the head. Simon was still on his knees, naked, with his hands tied behind his back and welts all over his skin. The four skin heads began to stroll out of the shower. On his way out Damian looked back at Simon and said to one of the black studs, He likes pleasure spiked with pain. Damian walked out and pulled the door behind him.


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