Beefy Korean Masters in the Woods

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Author’s Note: While I will gladly accept the praise of diversity in my work, I am but a mere mortal with an eternal raging hard-on. My confidence in writing Asian men from east to west have always been my Achilles’ heel. When it comes to the West, it is easy to peel the skin off the orange, finding some common ground, especially when it relates to men of color and the common experiences we share in the Americas and Western Europe. As for the East, the cultural differences are so nuanced, I fail to find comfort in writing them effectively to transport a reader there and to be authentically satisfied with homoeroticism unique to the setting. Until I am better exposed to the writings and experience of the world afar, the best I can offer is an Americanized version of those groups, and hope others will take the mantle and go even further into these worlds. Thank you. 

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Alone in the mountains, nothing for miles on end but trees, rocks, and streams, the young, impish-looking Filipino man called Ethan delighted in seventh heaven. He’d hiked for hours in the mid-autumn sun without laying eyes on another soul, just a few small forest creatures and lots of colorful birds. Pure inquisitiveness led him to follow the straightish brook and its fingerling waterfalls where he stumbled upon the tiny clearing.

Enclosed by trees, the space was perfect for his tent and a fire pit, and plenty of dead dry wood to keep the crackling ablaze. Because it was late afternoon already, he decided to stop and quickly set up camp. The brook fell off a small cliff a few yards up ahead, dumping into this wonderful deep green pool with fish swimming around.

When he finished setting up camp for the night, he was left hot and sweaty, and seeing the pool had some depth, the thick-haired man stripped all his clothes and indulged in a dive off the overhang.

The clear water was cold and refreshing, enveloping him every which way. And when he was done, he climbed onto the bank quite refreshed, making his way up the crag naked. He threw his shorts back on to separate him from the campsite rock.

He got the fire going and fixed some dinner as the sun began to set. After eating, he cleaned the pan and stared into the flickering flames of the fire. He could hear the sounds made by the nocturnal creatures bypassing the campsite. And though it made him initially nervous, he reminded himself it wasn’t the likes of screaming sirens or honking horns or guns going off. No sound of humanity, no light but the fire and stars above as full night fell.

It was beautiful. Then the quiet became intense, almost deafening, and there was a sudden curiosity as to why he no longer heard the crickets and the frogs by the water.

Ethan stood. He couldn’t see anything beyond the fire. He felt uneasy, as if someone was staring at him. Though a small clean-face runner, he wished he was bigger and stronger and taller to scare off whoever, rather than appear like he was easy pickings.

With no real covering left, he slowly etched towards his tent a few feet away.

As he debated if jumping inside was a good thing or a bad thing, three beefy Korean rednecks appeared as if by magic, seeming to materialize soundlessly from the woods. They were obviously trying to keep him from escaping, as they were ten feet apart closing in on him.

“Lookie here, a pretty little boy all by himself in the middle of our lair,” growled the man in the middle, the elder of the three in his mid-thirties with a whisp of a moustache and goatee. They were all big men, strong from hard labor, inching towards six feet, all taller than Ethan.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass. I didn’t know this was your lair. I’ll get out first thing in the morning.” Ethan rattled. He said ‘morning,’ but he knew there was no such thing. He was going to bolt as soon as he got out of this, even in the darkness back to his car hours away.

“Looks like yer pretty comfy here,” said the straw-chewing long-haired man to his right. Ethan saw the gleam in his eyes and the three stepped squarely into the firelight. He saw each carried a shotgun. They were within feet of him. He was trapped against the tent as their eyes raked over him appreciatively.

“Looks like the only thing ya don’t have is company.” The third man to the left said, the husky of them all with a gorgeous thick beard as he stepped forward to reach for Ethan, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his chest as he tried without much success to wrench himself free. “But were here, so ya ain’t lonely anymore.”

The men pinned his hands behind his back in no time. Despite his struggles, Ethan felt one of the other men tie his wrists together tightly. “Yo, please don’t hurt me,” Ethan begged, reverting to six years ago, back to the days he once dealt with bullies.

 “The punishment for bein’ on our land without permission is thatcha belong to us now, and we kin do what we want with ya, pretty boy. Ya can scream all ya want, ain’t nobody ‘round fer least ten miles in any direction.” The long-haired man cooed with his hand busy behind Ethan’s shorts, fingering the top of his crack meandering down further.

Ethan gulped spit. His hope was that they were just playing with him, but when one man held his underarm as the other stripped him of his shorts and threw them into the fire, he knew nothing like playing was on their mind.

Ethan was terrified, shaking, unable to say a thing as the men gathered around him and their hands roamed over his body and his cock betrayed him. Fingers pinched and probed and flicked; Ethan could feel their hardness as they pressed into him. All three men felt huge, and his fear grew tenfold.

“Put ‘em on the ground. We’ll commence to having some real fun.”

Ethan was forced onto the ground. His legs held wide and slightly rolled up as the big, bearded man dropped his pants for the target. His fears were realized as the big man’s long prick sprang free and hard, jutting straight out from his groin. He pulled a little container out of his sleeveless flannel shirt and quickly rubbed its contents over his prick.

The man lowered himself to Ethan helplessly exposed little butthole and worked his big shaft into him, filling him complete as he sank it in to the hilt. The man began to pump in and out, faster and faster, harder with each stroke. The other two men still held his legs spread wide with one hand each while using a free hand to manhandle his chest, pinching and pulling his nipples into aching hardness, kneading the flesh mercilessly as his cock responded in earnest kind.

Ethan was being ruthlessly fucked. He knew this was just the beginning. The other two foreign rednecks would have their turn with him after the first one was done with him.

The man was really hammering him. He felt his body starting to respond against his will, beyond his hardened cock. It was as if his body was begging for this through his nether region. It felt like the man was growing even bigger as he gave the runner three especially hard deep thrust, filling him with piping hot sperm.

The older man on his left was already out of his pants and rock hard, ready to act as soon as his buddy moved out of the way. He rammed into Ethan in one long push until his hips slammed against his, his balls drummed against him, and his butthole was once again filled with a huge hard prick.

This man was as brutish as the first, quickly speeding his strokes until Ethan was again being pummeled. The last man straddled his chest, forcing his enormous cock into his mouth, rising to face fuck him, forcing him to take his length in these long strokes.

Ethan realized he was meeting them stroke for stroke, his body completely aroused to the pitch of lust he’d never known before. Suddenly the man in his throbbing butthole pressed closed and Ethan felt the man spasm and jerk as he filled him with searing sperm. The long-haired man at his mouth pulled away as the one on the other end of him pulled out, his rough hands flipped him onto his stomach and shoved his legs underneath himself so that Ethan’s creampie was in the air, vulnerable to whatever else the men wanted to do with him.

Ethan braced the ground tightly as the head of the third hard prick easily glided into him. He tried to squirm away at the more sensitive sensation, but the hands held him steadily as he stretched him with the invading prick. He screamed as the enormous prick pushed further into him, feeling as if he was destined to come out of his throat. He started drilling in and out, picking up the pace as he adjusted to the intrusion. At each forward thrust his balls slapped his dripping butthole while the prick mercilessly burrowed further into him. The man reached around, cupped his flat chest, and began to roll the nipples between his fingers. Ethan felt the prick inside him grow bigger as the man drove into him, deep, to the hilt one more time and started spurting his hot seed into his ravished butthole.

They tied his ankles and left him lying in front of the fire for their cum wads to dry while they drank his hard lemonade and rifled through his belongings, finding his stash of weed and his brand-new prostate massager. Something he only toyed with taking his virginity, but never got the nerve. Ethan couldn’t say anything remotely to that now, as it was shoved up his newly-stretched butthole and pressed to high, thudding his well-worked spot.

Watching him quiver and shake helplessly to the sensation was enough to get the men riled again, and he realized he would be spending a lot of time trying to satisfy his captors while escape seemed an elusive dream.

It was a long night, as each of the men took turns fucking his throat and his butthole until Ethan was passed out from sheer exhaustion.

Ethan awoke in the cold darkness of pre-dawn, every muscle aching, endless snot from his runny nose not differentiated from the globs of dried cum smeared across his face, just to find his campsite had been packed.

Maybe they’ve had their fill, Ethan hoped, thinking of his home in the city and never taking it for granted ever again.

The men pulled him to his feet, and he saw there was no trace he’d ever been there as they marched him out of the clearing. His prayers being answered were dashed when they marched him along a deer path deeper into the wilderness. He was gradually loosened up along the way, but he was collecting scratches all over his naked body as they made their way through the undergrowth beneath the trees. An hour later, they came to a well camouflaged cabin by a long, shallow arm-wide stream.

It was obvious it was where the men lived; he could see the firewood stacked along the side; a clothesline strung between two trees. Absent of the deer trail, he was completely lost and couldn’t see no trails or car paths going away from the cabin.

The bearded man holding him steered him towards the stream. “Wash yer dirty little ass an’ don’t try nothing. Ain’t no place t’go we can’t reel ya back.”

He cut Ethan’s wrist free and shoved him into the stream. He stumbled and fell face first into the cold rocky water, shivering and sputtering as he surfaced. The water was frigid and unforgiving, and he washed vigorously and quickly with the fragrant melting dark soap his captor threw at him, soaping his hair and body before rolling around in the water like a dog to rinse himself of the night before. He hopped out of the stream, shivering from the cold, and walked over to his cabin.

Once inside, Ethan was forced to his knees in front of the men and instructed to part his knees and kneel with his hands on his knees. His nipples and betraying cock were erect from the cold water and air, and he felt totally exposed before the three men. They told him again he now belonged to them, and he was theirs to do whatever they saw fit, including beat him if they weren’t pleased with him. There was nowhere to run, nothing within ten miles or better but trees and wild animals.

Ethan accepted there was nothing he could do but try to stay alive by doing his best to please the men every way they wanted.

They collared him; told him he would call each of them “Master” and he would serve as their slave, doing as he was told without comment or argument or pain of punishment.

Ethan was stuck. He swallowed his pride. “Yes, Masters.”

The men chuckled among themselves.

They ordered their new slave to retrieve three clear jars filled with a clear liquid out of the cabin. Ethan felt their penetrating stares as they fell into their old plush recliners, and when he returned to them clawing the jars of moonshine he sat down on the adjacent TV stands, all three were satisfied.

He kneeled between a recliner of the long-haired man and TV stand of the bearded one less out of submission and more out of tiredness, naturally resting his hands above his knees. He noticed their pricks were stirring once more as they calmly drank their shine.

The long-haired one reached out for Ethan to come to him, thrusting the lip of the jar to his mouth and ordering him to “drink.” Ethan choked on the fiery liquid but welcomed the heat throughout his cold naked body. “Don’t spill a drop.”

After a spell, the man pulled the jar from Ethan’s lips, pulled the slave into their lap, and poured the rest down his throat. His head spun from the strong alcohol as hands began to roam his body. The fire started by the shine began to roar through him and Ethan began playing with the hard pricks around him. He quickly lost track of everything, but the sensation of hands, mouths, and pricks touching and filling him.

He was fucked ruthlessly and relentless, and when they finished, he was ordered to prepare food and serve it to them. He wasn’t allowed to eat until they were done, and then they hand-fed him piece by piece, making him beg for each scrap.

His three new masters kept him naked and very busy with taking care of their cabin and any of their erotic needs. He never knew when any one of them would throw him down or bend him over something to fuck him, or when one of them would command him to suck their huge hard pricks until they came. He quickly lost track of how long he’d been there, and soon his old life started to fade as he adjusted to the men and the cabin.

His masters got very turned on tying him down rendering him helpless, hanging him by his wrists with just his toes touching the floor, so they could lift and fuck him and play with his body. They found out quickly the helplessness Ethan displayed, being bound and unable to prevent them from doing just as they pleased made him very hot for any prick around, and they loved taking turns with the slave.

Ethan only received one beating, early on. He learned from it they weren’t joking in any way. As sore as he was from the thrashing, they still made him work and fuck in his new normal. He found himself constantly aroused, responding to the men instantly when they grazed any part of his body. His clothes were long gone to the fire, so he was naked except for the collar, and freely taken whenever they wanted. He was good and lean before this, but he was a new kind of gnarled taut from the activity, and they used him frequently.

One afternoon, as Ethan prepared food for dinner, one of them entered with a stranger. He was another big Asian man, clean cut with a ridiculously thick head of hair, and his eyes followed Ethan’s every move. His three other captors left the cabin, and the new man moved up behind him and snatched him by the waist. The new man’s hands roamed along his narrow torso, down between Ethan’s legs, as the man’s hardened prick pressed into the crack of Ethan’s ass. His nipples hardened and throbbed as the stranger’s fingers pinched and pulled at them. His fingers worked the crevices of Ethan’s groin and Ethan gyrated to the stranger’s movement, pushed back against the man, feeling the top of the man’s prick dig firmly between his butt cheeks. He worked Ethan’s body over until he begged to be fucked.

The man pushed Ethan into the table.

Ethan heard a zipper, felt the man step to him, and the head of his prick pushed against his butthole. It felt huge as he settled his hands on his hips, holding Ethan firmly where he wanted him. The man drove forward, his long prick tunneling up into his butthole mercilessly until he was buried up to his balls. Ethan screamed as the huge new prick rammed in. He thought he would be split in two. The man pulled out, just leaving the head in, and then drove back in.

The stranger began riding him with long steady strokes, holding his hips in place as he kept burying his prick into his hot, loosening ass. He quickened, ramming in and out as Ethan begged for more. Ethan shuddered in orgasm several times over then felt the stranger drive forward one last time as the already big prick drilled into him swelled filling his ass with shooting semen.

The man didn’t want to withdraw from him, and to his surprise, didn’t go soft like his masters. He began to push in and out again, getting harder with each inward thrust. His hand left Ethan’s hips to manhandle his nipples. Ethan met his thrusts, swiveling his hips back at the man. He pulled out of Ethan, spun him around onto the edge of the table, and drove his rock-hard prick into his burning butthole and the sensation of that spreading across the young slave’s face.

His thrusts were hard and fast, pulling out until the head brushed the outer rim of his butthole, driving to the hilt in one long hard push that slapped his balls against his opened buttocks. Ethan met him stroke for stroke, lost in lust again. The man fucked Ethan, watching his face contort as he drove into him as their hips crashed together repeatedly. He was filling him to the last bit, his cock at least eight inches long and satisfyingly fat.

Ethan was crazy with lust, and when they staggered away from the table and the man fell into a wooden dining chair with Ethan on top, Ethan began to ride him. Ethan teased as the man had; lifting himself up until the head of his prick was barely brushing his butthole, then sinking slowly and smoothly down onto him until he was buried as deep as possible. Slowly, Ethan built up speed until he was riding fast and furious, fucking him as he’d fucked Ethan.

He thumbed Ethan’s nipples the faster and harder he went, the more the man manhandled them.

As Ethan was once again cumming, he felt the telltale swell of prick, and the man was once again at it filling him.

The man tossed Ethan to the floor after he was done. He ordered Ethan to fetch him some shine, and after a few gulps, sat the jar down and headed out the door to the water.

Ethan lost track of how long he’d been in captivity. He knew he was weeks in when he finally gave up hope of escape or being set free. All he knew was that after a long hard winter he welcomed the temperate water of the stream he bathed in to wash the sweat and semen from his skin.

Unnoticed while he cleaned, the three men had rejoined his newest ravisher in the cabin. He was a treat during the winter that made himself at home during a blizzard a few weeks back, only to just return.

The four masters merrily passed a jug of shine around, obviously enjoying a generous swig. When Ethan came in, he kneeled before he was ordered to, and the jug was tilted into his awaiting mouth. The liquor lost the burn it once had rushing down his throat and flowed like water, though it still spread its common warmth tingling throughout his body.

Ethan’s wrists were bound, pulled to his feet, and his bound wrists were hooked above his head, so he was suspended from the center roof beam with only his toes touching the floor.

Ethan hung helplessly as they drank, playing with his exposed and excited body.

His nipples were rolled between fingers or bitten by teeth; sucked on ‘til they ached with desire as fingers explored his butthole and cock. Two of them kissed him, thrusting their tongues into his mouth like a miniature penis while their pricks rubbed against his bare leg. They were all hard, and he knew he would soon be filled by all those pricks as Ethan was forced to down more shine. His head spun and his body pushed at the hands playing with his body.

Two of the men stepped back as the other two placed themselves before and behind him. His legs were lifted by the man before him, opening his crotch to be raped by the huge hard pricks closing in on his butthole.

They entered him at the same time, both pricks drilling him. He hung between them as they began to pound in and out, bouncing the slave up and down to drive them even further into him. Ethan couldn’t move much; could do nothing to resist even if he wanted to, with everyone, including him, completely turned on by his helplessness. Ethan had truly become their sex slave and plaything. He no longer remembered anything else during these long days and nights of servitude and fucks. Ethan was only their slave, to be used as they saw fit, and he reveled in the sexual freedom.

The men were moving faster and harder as they approached climax, and Ethan knew they would immediately be replaced by the other two as soon as they came. The thought made him even hotter, and he managed to rotate his hips as the men started spewing scorching sperm into his hot butthole. Both men shuddered to a stop and stepped away to sink into the recliners for rest, as their replacements shoved their angry pricks into him.

They wasted no time fucking him, pounding away until he thought he’d die from pleasure. He came several times, his body spasming around two huge pricks. The men were swelling and spurting their hot sperm into him as the three of them all came together. They pulled out of Ethan and left him hanging there as those two also sank into recliners to catch their breaths.

Ethan hung around there waiting as they handed the jug around, sprawled in the recliners. His body started to ache from the strain of hanging by his wrists and the fucking he just endured. Finally, the elder pulled out a knife and in a smooth swoop cut his wrist free. Ethan fell to his knees and stayed there, ordered to lick and suck his freer’s prick until it was hard again.

The man pulled Ethan into his lap, and he slid his prick into his butt chute; hot, wet, and slick from all the recent deposits.

As Ethan was speared, the man bucked him, and Ethan got ahold of himself and wiggled his butt onto the prick. It throbbed hard deep inside him. His butthole clasped the man, jerking his cock. Ethan started riding him, long slow strokes, but the man had a grip on Ethan forcing him to go faster until they were pounding at each other.

Ethan came. The man’s hand mauled Ethan’s nipples as they kept thrusting at each other. The man came as Ethan blasted another shot, and he sagged against him before another sputtered left him and the next man grabbed him and mounted him from behind after placing him on all fours on the floor. Another leaned back on the floor in front of Ethan, sawing his prick into Ethan’s mouth as his butthole was royally reamed. And so it went throughout the night as his Korean overlords took turns fucking the poor slave every way imaginable.

Ethan awoke in the daylight wrapped in the arms of the last introductory into their group, with his morning wood nestled in the crack of his ass. Ethan snuggled back down against him, knowing if he stayed sleep with his arm around him, he could sleep, too. Ethan was dozing off when his hand began to roam across the front of him, finding his nipple and squeezing them to erectness. The man’s prick was harder and began pushing insistently as he started to buck his hips against Ethan’s buttock. Ethan felt desire rise and pressed back harder, swiveling his hips as he did. The man pulled away and flipped the slave onto his back, rolling Ethan’s legs up slightly and drove deep inside his hot wet butthole.

They fucked fast and hard, moaning and clawing at each other as their bodies slammed together. Ethan shuddered to another climax, just seconds before his master let loose another hot flood of semen and collapsed across him.

“C’mon, man. Git off ‘em an’ let someone else have some fun.” One of his original captors said.

Ethan looked up and saw the bearded man stand above him, hard prick in hand and a lewd grin on his face. He was the one who always used him first thing in the morning. He mounted Ethan and began batter ramming his butthole with his huge prick, fucking Ethan ruthlessly and quickly filling him with yet more semen as his body convulsed. As the man rolled off him to catch his breath, he lightly slapped Ethan on his thigh and ordered him to fix breakfast for them all.