Van, my fuck buddy for several years, was turning 30 in a week. I'd picked him up a copy of the latest Stephen King novel, knowing that he was a fan, and planned on giving it to him, figuring that he had designs for his milestone . I was kind of shocked, when a few days before his actual birthday, he told me that he'd had nothing to do.
"Aren't you going to spend some time with your kids? Or with some friends?" I asked.
"My kids are in New England with my ex, and well, I'm not exactly flush with social contacts these days.", he said grinning, showing off his beautiful smile that shone through his rather lion-like countenance (he'd always reminded me of a lion, with his dark blond beard and curly mane of dirty blond hair), "I was kind of hoping that maybe ... that is if you're not doing anything , maybe we could do something that night."
"Hey," I said closing my office door and speaking in a low voice, "You know I've got a boyfriend these days ..."
"Sure I do", he said interrupting me, "Bring Rick along!"
I signed and then laughed and said to him, "OK pal, for you, anything ... let me see what I can do".
I meant it. I really liked Van, both professionally and personally. He was one of the most decent guys I knew; and yet he had this reputation at the office of being cold and something of a snob. It's funny how people read other's ways and turn them into reflections of themselves. If only they knew that this guy was dealing with a long running messy divorce, as well as coming to grips with his real sexuality.
It was funny, we'd been fucking for several years now, but I could never honestly say that I wanted to be with him exclusively, I mean he was a great lay, but he was a totally sub servant bottom, and that could be boring. Still, I owed him a lot career wise, and I'd do anything for him.
"I'll call you tonight", I said, and then went back to the stacks of files that needed to be reviewed for an upcoming government audit.
That night, after work, I met Rick at the gym. After our workout, I filled him in on Van's birthday. He paused at his locker for a second and then said, in a matter of fact manner, "Why not give him what he really wants?"
"What would that be?" I asked putting my shirt on.
"Come on, I've met this guy, hell I've fucked this guy , he likes being dominated ... why don't we get Don and Elliot, and even Jon and give Van a night he'll never forget!"
"Man", I said looking up at my handsome red-haired partner, "I like your sick mind".
He smirked and replied, "I learned from the best".
*****
That Saturday afternoon, the basement at my house was all set up for our little celebration. Don and Elliot had already arrived, and I gave them as much information as I could about the birthday boy. Don, being the quick study was already gunning ... I liked how this older man enjoyed the rougher side of sex, and Elliot was up for anything. Jon (as I had learned over the years) was a dude who enjoyed working up a sweat, so I was pretty sure they'd all play along and give Van a night he'd relish for years.
It was agreed that we needed to get our motors running before the guest of honor arrived, and horseplay seemed to be the fuel for what we
needed.
Don had been eyeing up Jon since he arrived, and so when Rick grabbed him and restrained him, Don took the opportunity to give the dark haired little stud's tits a royal working over. Jon was loving it, and he threw his head back and grinned like a loon while the the older, hairy man yanked on his chest until his nipples were raw.
Meanwhile, Elliot kept grabbing at my cock, so I yanked it out of my jeans and he followed suit. We stood jousting with our pricks as they grew harder ... eventually we fell into each others arms and for a split second, our eyes met, and the electricity was there ... it was not just my imagination. I winked at the randy jock and then pulled back and turned and went and grabbed Rick away from Jon and Don.
I got my boyfriend's arms tight behind his back and
he yelled out in pain and with that, Jon and Elliot made their way over and started yanking at his belt, and then his pants. And while I restrained him, the boys pulled his pants down revealing Rick's major boner tenting through his white briefs.
"Man, I love that kid's rocket!" Don proclaimed as he sauntered over and freed Rick's cock from his underwear, "Yeah, that is one fine piece you got there", he said as he slowly stroked Rick's stalk causing long, slimy ropes of clear pre-cum to drizzle from it.
I let go of Rick and watched as he moved forward towards Don. The two of them embraced and kissed and Don looked over at me for a split second and winked. Just then, Jon switched on the stereo system in the back of the basement and The Cars were singing, "Candy O".
Now, with the five us primed and ready, Van arrived.
He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt that accentuated his firm chest. I introduced him to Don, and Elliot and then asked him if he was ready. He nodded his head with out a moment's hesitation, and then I told him, just let us know if it gets too intense or if there's something he was not digging ... then again, I've never know Van to throw in the towel; the guy had a major threshold for pain, and humiliation seemed to be something that he fed off of, sexually at least.
Let the games begin.He stripped down quickly to his black boxers, and with that the five of us descended on him ... until a pile of flesh found it's way to Van's prone body.
It was Jon, surprisingly, who got to Van first. The little stud, threw an arm around his neck and
began chocking him, his free hand going back and forth to the bigger guy's tits and nut sack. Don roared with malevolent laughter at the site of this and encouraged Jon by yelling out, "Alright son, make him say your name!"
I watched as Jon tightened his grip around Van's neck, and noted that Van's cock was rock hard already.
Don grabbed me aside for a second and said, "Let's show this punk what he's got coming to him tonight", I looked at him blankly for a second and then he laughed out loud, "Show 'em the muscles, have him
worship the flesh he so desires..."
I loved it when Don's sadistic ways brought out the poet in him.
And as Jon continued subduing him, Van was taunted by each of us, flexing and posing in front of him ... Rick went first, and brought a bulging bicep up to Van's face. The birthday boy's eyes grew wide with a combi
nation of lust, fear and desire ... and Rick pulled back for a second and then gave Van a powerful right hook that connected with his chest... Don and Elliot sauntered up next, and like a couple of professional bodybuilders they posed their impressive physiques for Van's approval. At one point they crouched facing each other while their chests and arms pumped up to almost obscene dimensions. Elliot smirked at Van and mockingly said, "Like what you see, punk? Like it, fucker? I hear you like pain ..." and with that he gave Van a punch in the face that made his head fly back and, no doubt, caused him to see stars ... Don laughed and gave Van's bruised face a slight slap as he said, "That's my boy, don't know his own strength sometimes..."
I was up next, and I got in front of him and said, "You asked for it, punk-bitch", and then I flexed my right arm and brought up to his mouth and watched as his tongue darted out for the muscle he lusted after. Then I reached out quickly, and grabbed hold of his nuts. He jumped and screamed out in pain, and Jon laughed softly as he yanked him back.
Then I told Jon to let him go, and called Elliot over to hold Van still.
"Come on, stud, let him have it", I said to Jon. Suddenly, Jon went all
wild m
an and gave Van at least six punches all over his torso. Elliot laughed and said, "Now get his tits and yank them, I'll bet this pussy will cum if you yank on his tits!" And Jon followed the young jock's directive and went for Van's nipples. Then Elliot reached for Van's nuts, squeezing them while he also went for a tit; and now both of the guys were mercilessly pinching Van's nips and abusing his already sore balls. All three of them were sporting massive hard-ons.
The session went on for several minutes until Van could not take it anymore and fell to the floor. Elliot, who was wearing a pair of black leather work boots, kicked Van in the side and yelled out, "Next!"
Rick, Don and I surrounded the fallen and Don wasted no time, yanking him up by his hair and putting him in a half nelson. Van grunted and moaned and Don said, "Shut the fuck up, or I'll give you something to moan about." And with that, Rick moved in closer and reached in between Van's legs and gave his balls a quick slap. I laughed out loud as Van cried out in pain, understanding that my sadistic side was now in full swing, and I stood in front of Van's head, that Don was still holding by his hair, and shoved my cock into his lips and rubbed pre-cum all over his handsome face.
Then Don lifted Van up and put him in a bear hug.
It was so fucking hot watching him crush Van in his Herculean arms ... and like always I marveled over just how much abuse Van could take. Don was a pretty built guy, and I could only imagine how bad this hurt, but Van, for all his pleas and shouts, never once gave up.
Rick stood next to me, his eyes intense, while he stroked at his rock-hard prick and then he nudged me and said, "Come on, let's work him over."
Once Don let go of him, Rick and I swooped in and lifted him up off the floor and dragged him to the mat in the center of the room, and then we went about physically abusing him. We each took an arm and twisted it up and behind his back until he let out a yell that was so loud, I thought maybe the neighbors might hear him. That's when I let go, and yanked his already torn boxer shorts off of him, and shoved them in his mouth.
Once that was done, we continued at our task, and threw him down on the mat while we both took turns smashing our feet into his chest and thighs. Then, Rick dive bombed him, landing on his chest and started wailing away at his mid section with a series of savage punches that sounded like so much muted drum beats.
The stereo was still playing, something raucous by Jane's Addiction.Now Rick was laying across Van, his hips raised and then smashing down on Van's crotch. With every crush, I could see Rick's white briefs were now moist with pre-cum; some of it his, the rest Van's. I could hear Elliot, who now sounded like some kind of crazed savage, his voice husky from yelling, braying, "Fuck him up! Yeah, that's it!" Soon, the rest of the men were down on the mat, each of us attacking the prone body of the punk on the floor.
Elliot was clawing at Van's crotch, his face a determined mask of sadistic glee; Jon had straddled his chest and was working his tits over; Rick and I had each grabbed a leg and were stretching him wide open; Don was kneeling by Van's face, slapping his huge cock into the guy's face, cursing him out, calling him a worthless piece of shit...and Van was crying out for mercy, pleading for the punishment to end.
And yet, his cock stayed firm and erect, leaking gallons of clear nectar.
"Got any rope?" Don asked.
I nodded in the general direction and Don made his way to the pile of heavy shipping rope that was piled in a corner.
Jim Morrison had begun singing about Mr. Mojo Rising, his deep voice echoing throughout the basement, drowning out Van's screams.
And then the five of us lifted Van off the floor and held him taught, and then Don and I took the rope and fastened it around his arms and then secured his bound limbs to a steel hook embedded in one of the wood beams of the ceiling.
For about five seconds, with the exception of the music playing, it was quiet as we watched Van, strung up like a side of beef, his body dripping sweat, glimmering in the diffused lighting of the basement ... light filtered through the the thick glass of the basement windows creating prisms of color. We watched, and waited, each of us guilty, yet fearless, each one of us, Van included, understanding that we were in total control of what was happening.
Jim Morrison screamed.Don handed each of us a belt, and we lined up and, one by one, we gave Van's ass a brutal lashing. He jerked and bucked with each taste of leather, and tears ran down his face; and we smiled like crazed men, our sexual drives all mixed up with sadistic urges that we'd never admit to in the light of day. I noticed that Jon, who'd never done anything like this before, was particularly worked up. He beat Van so hard, that Don had to actually stop him for fear that he might do some real damage to our guest of honor. Jon looked over at me, his face revealing a crazed look. I put my arm around him and held him close and whispered into his ear, "It's OK, man, this is powerful stuff, you never know how it's going to make you feel". He moved in closer to me and held me tightly, his body warm and sweaty, his cock hard as steel. We kissed intensely and deeply as Rick expertly beat at Van's abused butt. The sound of leather meeting flesh almost keeping time to the music.
Now it all seemed to be happening in slow motion, Rick finished up and turned to me, his face grim, his muscles tense ... he high-fived Elliot and the jock took his turn, using the metal end of the belt several times and letting out war cries as he did it ; not happy with just beating him, he ended his round by giving Van a brutal cheap shot to the small of his back; Don grabbed his lover and kissed him passionately and took the belt from him, and expertly lashed at Van, causing a lot of pain, but not much in the way of welts and bruises ... and then it was my turn.
I decided that his ass had enough so I went around front, and as soon as Van's bloodshot eyes met mine, he smiled beatifically, like some Catholic saint who was being scourged in the name of Jesus.
I smiled back and then took the belt and tied it around his balls and gave it one quick, sharp pull.
Van screamed louder than he had all night. And I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there.
Helter Skelter played.Unbound now, and thrown over a bench, each of Van's tormentor's line up for his ass.
At our guest's request, no condoms are used. The five of us know our HIV status is negative, so we are cool with this.
Jon goes first, he stands behind Van and then charges him, his cock slick with slime slides in easily and Van growls in pain. Jon throws his head back and howls madly. I watch as his taught little butt, squeezes and relaxes as he fucks Van. It's almost too much to bear. I feel like I can shoot my load at any second, and yet I can not take my eyes off of the little stud banging the ass of the willing victim of tonight's passion play. Don, Elliot and Rick are at my side, we are all in a state of alarming arousal, and we can not keep our hands to ourselves. I steal a rough kiss from Elliot that reminds me of that night I had with him a few months ago. I watch as Don and Rick kiss and then suck at each others tits and then I feel Elliot fingering my asshole ... and then I watch as Jon has Van down on the floor nailing him like a maniac.
"Come inside of me!" Van demands and Jon does not pull out as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a stream of curse words.
Elliot and Don go next. Don takes Van's ass, and Elliot takes his mouth. They pound away on him roughly and lean across his body so that they can kiss each other ... then they switch off and Elliot fucks while Don gets head Finally, Don pulls away and watches his younger boyfriend fuck Van. The lights in the room now cast oddly patriotic colors on the three bodies as Elliot calls Van a "worthless piece of shit" and Don laughs stroking his huge cock waiting to take his turn. I wonder where these colors come from and then I remember the next door neighbor's flag, an
d how at this time of day, the setting sun reflects through it.
Don and Elliot, patriotic fuckers.
Elliot fucking Van in a missionary position, cursing him out, spitting in his face, his ass going up and down ... and then Don doing the same thing ... once more I fear I am going to shoot my load.
Elliot's load goes up Van's ass, and when Don moves in he says, "Ah yeah, sloppy seconds, you fucking whore", and he slaps Van in the face, and not five minutes later he is shooting his load.
"Ricky Rocket, get over here and hurt this pussy!" Don calls out.
Rick is front and center, he looks over at me for a second and then down at Van, "Get up", he says softly but sternly. Van moves up, and Rick grabs a handful of hair and yanks him up and shouts, "When someone tells you to get up, you get up, punk!" and he follows this admonishment with a sharp slap across Van's face ... once more I feel the urge to just shoot my load.
As my randy lad begins fucking him, I catch a glimpse of Van's face ... s
hit, the dude is in some kind of Zen state, I think to myself, as I see his face is almost serene and bliss like.
Don sidled up next to me, smelling heavy of his musk and a trace of some expensive cologne, his chest hair is matted and his nipples are sharp and pink, he puts an arm around me and says, "Now I know why you've been keeping Van all to yourself all these years ... that is one tight ass", he laughs and then grabs hold of my cock. I shake for a second in fear that I might have an orgasm. He leans into me for a second and pleasantly surprises me with a lusty kiss ... when I pull back for a second I see Elliot and Jon making out on the mat, dry humping each other ...
ah youth, always ready for another round, I think.
Meanwhile, Rick is slapping at Van's battered butt and power fucking him ... Van's head is hitting the wall from Rick's movements and suddenly Rick shouts, "MOTHER FUCKER" and shoots his seed into his ass. When he is through, he pulls hastily out of Van's ass, and then kicks him down to the floor, spitting on him once as he walks away.
He comes my way, we kiss, we bite each other tounges, and he whispers, "How'd I do, daddy?" And I grab his ass and say, "You made me proud."
Now I lift Van up off the floor, his body is clamy and wet, "Hurt me, sir" he says. I position him in the corner by an old bookcase and a mirror so I can watch his face while I am pummeling him.
Van braced himself in front of the huge mirror and bookcase. I smacked his ass once leaving a red shadow amongst the other bruises and welts, and then I spit on my cock once and shoved it up him. When he screamed out , I pushed in further, savoring his cry of pain. He turned to look at me, his face red and drenched in sweat, and I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed him towards the bookcase. He grunted something, but I did not hear him, I was too far gone now after spending the past hour or so watching him being used and abused by the others ... I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to never forget tonight ... and as his tight asshole clamped down around my prick I said, "Happy birthday, fucker!" and then started pounding his ass ... I could hear the others cheering me on, and their voices eventually drowned out Van's, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply savoring the smells of cologne and perspiration that hung heavy in the air, and then I went about the business of power-fucking the birthday boy.
I could see his handsome face, in the mirror, pain and pleasure washing over it, his muscles all taught, I could make out my refelction, a demon come to rape him ... soon the others joined in, and I was surrounded. The touch of hands and fingers on my body while I fucked Van was sending me to untold corners of pleasure, and I breathed in deeply so that the funky smell of sex and sin would make me high.A glimpse of Elliot's right bicep, a stolen moment of Jon's tight ass, a brief sight of Don's huge cock, a quick vision of Rick's chest ... my head was swiming in sinful delights.
The wave came quick and was violent as I pushed in for one last time and shot my load into Van's ass. I grabbed him around the waist and he fell to his knees as my orgasm continued and I
closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I saw the others standing around us, like Olympian Gods. The site of my comrades was all I needed as the final wave of pleasure hit me like a tidal wave and I almost passed out from the feeling of pleasure that was borne of raping my fuck buddy.
A few minutes later, Van lay on the mat, we stood over him stroking our cocks while he jerked off maniacally, his eyes darting back and forth, his face flushed an alarming shade of red ... when he finally came, he let out such a cry, such a sound, that for a split second I thought something was wrong ... and then I realized it was a release ... a purging of something that had been coming for thirty years. It was sort of like an exorcism, and through the seemingly unending streams of goo that shot out of his prick, Van was purging his demons.
An Hour Later.
The five of us, showered and sitting around in our underwear waited on the birthday boy.
I had drawn a bath with Epsom salts for Van. He had been soaking for about a half an hour in the guest bathroom. I left a bottle of good whiskey in there for him as well as a bottle of aspirins and some band aids . Van kissed me tenderly as I was about to leave the powder room and thanked me. I closed the door and let him be.
When he finally emerged and joined us in the dining room, we stood up, as if on cue and gave him a standing ovation. He blushed and smiled, and then we drank and gave him presents and enjoyed each other's company for a bit.
At around ten, I knew what was coming. The events of the afternoon were too powerful; Don asked if it was OK if he and Elliot could spend the night ... and then we all paired off.
Don took Van into the guest bedroom, while Elliot and Rick repaired to the basement, meanwhile Jon and I went into my bedroom.
I knew that Don wanted to have a long hot fuck session with the birthday boy, maybe show him a few more tricks; and I was well aware that Elliot and Rick were both in the mood for some more playtime.
Meanwhile, Jon had crossed a threshold tonight, and I wanted him to enjoy it.
We entered the bedroom and I said, "You are one tough little fucker". He smiled at me and I said to him, "Come on, I want you to fuck me raw tonight!"
So we wrestled around on the bed, and it went from playful to serious, and when I punched him 
in the face he paused, and I said, "Come on, punk, fight back!" and Jon let me have it sending me to the floor ... then we climbed back on to the bed and continued playing rough until I found myself on my back and the little stud was pounding away on me, cursing me out, spitting in my face. I grabbed his hair and called him a bastard, and then told him to fuck me harder ... and the pain was overwhelming and the pain was good.
And throughout the house,voices were raised in pain and pleasure, until the voices were swallowed by the night.
He was still in his singlet, his cock bulging obscenely through the dark blue spandex ... his body covered in sweat, he smelled of musk and masculinity. 
, salty liquid from him ... he then pushed me to his rock hard tits and I sucked at them with abandon, causing him to growl and hold me closer until I began biting at them and felt his body shiver and shake.
ond and then back on the bed. He flipped me over so that I was on my back and yanked the filthy strap from my mouth and tossed it aside. Then, he just stood there for a second, his cock dripping honey, his body a sheen of muscle, his dark curly hair hanging in his face, his eyes, boring through me... he spit on his cock, and then lifted my legs and remounted me.
had my body shaking with delight ... I held his head down and found myself braying a litany of obscenities as he blew me ... and when his hands shot up for my tits, and he started twisting them while sucking me off, I thought my head might explode ... and then I felt a pleasure wave hit me and I pulled his head down further, and slammed my hips into his face while I arched my back and found myself blinded by a ray of late Saturday afternoon sunlight that had somehow broke though the March clouds and found me through a dorm window ... I said his name over and over until I thought I might be going slightly insane by the rush of sexual satisfaction ... finally, I came back to earth, and Chris kissed me, and I could taste my own cum which was all over his tongue. 
