Any help is welcome
Hello adventurers!
I'm back with our friends on the trail. I'm sorry to inform you that there won't be just 3 parts; this last one was getting too long, and I had to split it into 2. Therefore, we'll have one more chapter to finish this story.
I hope you enjoy the ending and tell me what you'd like to see in future adventures. I confess I enjoyed writing it, and as mentioned before, I want to continue with these characters in other contexts.
See you soon, adventurers!
— I thought the ritual was only at nightfall. — Ethan said, still standing in the doorway.
— Ethan, what are you doing here? — Schmidt stood up with difficulty.
The boys were still on the floor, somewhat trembling.
— I felt it was time to go back. I see I was right.
Schmidt looked at the boys on the floor covered in his semen.
— Let's talk.
And they both left.
— Lucas! — Matheo called, standing up and forcing the chain around his neck. — Quick, put on my shorts!
— What? Why? — Lucas was still trembling and couldn't think straight. But he obeyed his friend.
— You need to run away.
Matheo looked around, completely alert.
— What? No. I can't go without you.
— Listen, Lucas. You need to do this. I can't get out of here. I don't think these guys have good intentions. And besides, you're the only one who knows how to drive. You'll be able to get to the city and ask for help.
— Matheo, I can't leave you here.
— We have no choice. We can't both stay here. And I have no way out. — he said, shaking the chains around his neck. — Quick. I'll help you get to that window.
Lucas looked up and saw the small window high up with broken glass.
Matheo positioned himself near the wall and helped his friend climb.
— Be careful, Lucas. And don't worry about me. Just get to the city and ask for help. Go!
Lucas jumped outside and clung to the wall. His heart was racing. The cold wind of the late afternoon hit his skin, causing him to shiver. The sun was setting and darkness was taking over. He walked around the house and, as he carefully passed under a window, he heard Schmidt and Ethan talking.
— I just missed the old times. — Ethan said. — Since I knew today was the ritual, I came.
— How did you know I hadn't completed it yet?
— I can be anything, but you can't accuse me of not being attentive to my initiates. I know this is your last one.
— Finally.
— You talk as if the process were a burden.
— Not at all. I enjoyed it immensely.
They both laughed.
— And aren't those two too young to be initiated?
— I had other plans. But I ran into them along the way. I couldn't resist...
Ethan laughed.
— You saw, didn't you? — Schmidt seemed to be having fun. — You can tell by your bulge that you watched a lot.
— You know me very well. — Ethan seemed distant from the window. — But... about the boys. I saw you had fun... but why the chains?
— Ah. — Schmidt cleared his throat. — Just a detail.
— You should talk to them! Or do you plan to initiate them in secret?
— No, never. Who do you think I am?
— The Marcel I know and initiated would never do that, but it's been a while and people change.
— I haven't changed. — Schmidt had a firm posture. — Come on. I'll talk to them.
Lucas heard them move further away from the window. He used this as an opportunity to escape the way they had come. He plunged into the path and ran without looking back.
Matheo remained seated, looking at the door, waiting for his captors. When the two men returned, Schmidt was still naked, his large penis and scrotum swinging as he walked.
First, the two were confused, then they looked around in disbelief.
— How did he escape?
Matheo said nothing. He just looked at them seriously.
— I was going to explain everything now. — Schmidt seemed a little indignant.
— Trouble in paradise. — Ethan said, laughing.
— You spoke of a ritual. — Matheo glared angrily at his captors. — I would never allow them to harm Lucas.
Ethan cast a judgmental look at Schmidt.
— I know I should have talked to you guys sooner... well, I'll be clear with you, Matheo.
Schmidt approached the younger boy and sat down beside him.
— This place was a temple, where a magical being was worshipped. The one in the painting. — Schmidt pointed to the painting of the Satyr. — For many years a ritual was performed here. But nothing cruel was involved. For eight years, on the first full moon of the year, in this place, an elder must copulate with a disciple. If this feat is accomplished, the elder will have prosperity and success in life.
Matheo listened incredulously.
— It may seem like fantasy, kid. — Ethan called the younger boy's attention. — But I assure you it's all real. I was initiated by an archaeologist friend, I initiated Schmidt, and now it's his eighth year and his turn to initiate someone.
— I was going to initiate some friends, but when I met you, I knew you were worthy.
Matheo was suspicious.
— It's not just sex, it's a connection between us and the desire for success.
— Is that all? — Matheo managed to speak. — No murder or sacrifices?
The men laughed.
— If you consider having sex like a rabbit a sacrifice, then yes. — Ethan said, amused. But Matheo could see the bulge in his pants.
— Listen, Matheo. You have a choice. You can say you don't want to and I'll let you go. But this ritual allows for something great for your life in the future. The only thing to do is perform the ritual every year. However...
Matheo became alert.
— We're talking about a magical being, a Satyr. During this period, your libido will increase, as well as you'll experience small strokes of good fortune over the years.
Matheo was shocked. It seemed unreal. But there was no reason for those men to lie to him.
— I know I didn't start well. But you left me very horny. But I swear I would never force anything with you. Especially not the ritual.
— And how does it work? — Matheo wanted to know.
— We just have to wait for the moon to be high and repeat what we just did.
— I don't like being taken from behind,— Matheo said suspiciously.
— Copuling is a way of speaking. It just has to be done in front of the Satyr.
— And what about Lucas?
— I'm afraid we don't have time to find him, the moon is rising.
— But... I also want him to have prosperity and luck.
— Unfortunately, you can only perform the ritual with him in the eighth year.
Matheo became thoughtful. Many things were going through his head, his future, the options he had, his dreams...
— What do you say?
Matheo stared at that enormous man, his monster resting between his thighs. In his memory came the moments he spent with him.
— I'm in.
Lucas ran through the woods without looking back. His heart felt like it was going to explode. He didn't want to think about what could happen to Matheo. He needed to find a way to rescue his friend; he couldn't bear for anything bad to happen to him. The moon was rising in the sky, and darkness began to take over the woods. Even though all that brightness of the full moon illuminated the trees, it was still dark, causing Lucas to stumble and lose his balance all the time. He was becoming desperate; he no longer knew where he was or which way to go until he heard voices. His body froze. Were they his captors?
It didn't seem so. They were laughing, and there were many of them.
Lucas paid attention and went towards the sound. He saw a light among the branches and trunks; it looked like a very bright lamp or lantern.
The voices were male, and they were laughing and talking loudly, without concern.
Lucas approached and managed to see a kind of encampment. A large lantern illuminated the center. Around him were pitched tents and low benches occupied by men. It was salvation.
Lucas ran, calling for help. Suddenly he found himself in the arms of a man who held him firmly, but without using too much force.
— Calm down, little bunny!— said the man, calming Lucas. — What happened?
The man was tall, broad-shouldered, completely bald, and with a neatly trimmed beard.
— My friend and I were captured by a man. He held Matheo captive. Please...
— Calm down. Calm down,— said another man approaching. This one was short, perhaps Lucas's height, stocky, and with medium-length curly hair in a reddish-brown tone.
— Slow down. We won't understand anything like this.
Lucas breathed a little, trying to calm down. A young man approached. He was young like him, burly, with short, somewhat military-style hair, and his arms were completely tattooed. The tattooed young man offered Lucas a canteen of water.
— We were on the trail. My friend and I.— A man appeared and took us to an abandoned house. There he imprisoned us... — Lucas froze as he remembered what happened. His body begged for more. — I escaped, but Matheo was trapped. There were two men, they talked about a ritual.
The men looked at each other. The bald one, the tattooed one, the burly one, and the fourth one who remained seated. This last one stood up and went to Lucas. He was the tallest of them all, with very dark skin and medium-length curly hair styled upwards. A thick beard, but not trimmed.
— Don't worry, little bunny. We'll help you...
He stared at Lucas for a few seconds. He moved closer and inhaled the air near Lucas's face.
— Did you smell that, guys? — the big one asked the others.
— I smelled it as soon as he arrived. — said the tattooed one.
The other two did the same and laughed excitedly.
Then each one returned to their seats and sat down.
— Come on, little bunny. Relax a little. We'll go rescue your friend soon. — said the bald man, patting his own leg and offering it to Lucas to sit on.
A pull came from Lucas's groin and spread throughout his body. Something was calling to him. Those seated men were casting a look of desire upon him, and it excited him.
Lucas walked over to the bald man and slowly sat on the offered leg. He looked around. The other three were looking at him with glints in their eyes. He could see the tattooed man caressing his own groin over his hiking pants.
What was happening?
— You know, bunny,— said the bald man, running his hand over Lucas's bare stomach, making him realize that he was only wearing Matheo's shorts at the moment. — It's going to be risky to rescue your friend. How about giving us an incentive?
Lucas was on fire, his body screaming for attention, for a touch. Something warm touched his thigh. Startled, he looked at what it was and saw a bulge in the bald man's shorts pressing against the outside of his thigh.
— Hey.
— What can I do to get your help?
— You tell us. — the burly man said from his seat.
— Or rather,— the big guy said, standing up and walking over to where Lucas was sitting. As he approached, Lucas could see something moving between the big guy's thighs, the thin fabric of his shorts shifting with each step. — How willing are you to get our help?
Lucas's gaze was fixed on the bulge in front of him. It was difficult to tear his eyes away and look up at the big man's face.
— I'm completely available for anything. I need your help.
— Wonderful!
He heard the tattooed man speak and knew he was approaching, just like the burly man.
The big man's smile was like the sun that night.
He felt the bald man's hands run over his chest and linger on his nipples, giving them a pinch. Making Lucas let out a groan. The bulge pressing against his thigh increased the pressure, and Lucas felt something moisten his skin.
The big man reached out and grabbed Lucas's head. His hand was enormous and enveloped the boy's entire head. With a firm pull, he pressed Lucas's face against his own groin. Lucas felt the thin fabric separating his face from a dense thicket of pubic hair; he smelled sweat and musk. That made him groan even more. His body was showing signs of extreme arousal. He felt the world darken as two figures took their places beside the big guy. Even with his face pressed against the groin, he could see the tattooed man and the burly one above him.
— It'll be a pleasure to help you, little bunny,— said the bald man, kissing the back of Lucas's neck.
— But first, our incentive...— the tattooed man placed his finger on the waistband of the hiking pants and lowered them, revealing a dense thicket of black hair that stood out against the extremely white skin. His penis sprang out, sending a line of pre-ejaculatory fluid flying. It was a thick penis, not that long, very similar to Matheo's, which made Lucas salivate just imagining it in his mouth.
The tattooed man grabbed Lucas's head and pressed it against his groin. Lucas inhaled with all his might. The smell of sweat was very strong and the musk weaker.
— On your knees, little bunny.
The bald man stood up, leaving Lucas to kneel before the four of them.
— Hey! — he heard the burly man call out. Lucas adjusted himself so he could look up and see the four men staring at him. — Will you be able to give everyone attention?
— I'll do my best.
Lucas said as he gripped the waistband of the big man's shorts, who was right in front of him. In a slow movement, he lowered them first, seeing the large, black pubic hair spring out. He lowered them further, revealing the thick base of the penis. He lowered them more. The shaft straining against the waistband, seeking freedom. He lowered them more. He groaned as he realized he would have to pull down the shorts further to free that monster.
— Fuck!
The shorts were already near his knees when the head slipped out and the hard penis sprang out, almost hitting Lucas's chin.
The others laughed.
— Damn, Leo. How did you hide that, man? — said the tattooed man while handling his own penis.
Lucas moved on to the next one. He unbuttoned and unzipped the burly man's pants. His underwear was soaked. A musky scent mixed with a sweet perfume rose to Lucas's nose. He pulled down his underwear, revealing a thick cock, the smallest he had seen before, but twice as thick, and a complete fountain. Pre-ejaculatory fluid leaked from the tip, forming a stream that flowed down to the floor. Lucas couldn't resist, he stuck out his tongue and tasted that nectar.
The taste was perfect, almost sweet. This broke Lucas's barriers. He opened his mouth and swallowed the robust glans of the burly man. His mouth and jaw stretched to the maximum.
— What a hungry little bunny,— he heard the bald man say behind him at the same time as he felt something approaching his face from behind.
Without taking the cock out of his mouth, he leaned forward and could see what it was.
A cock curved upwards, the glans light pink, dozens of veins bulging along the base, it wasn't long or thick, but it drew attention because of its shape. Not a single hair at the base. He saw the bald man's hand wrap around his own penis and then move it towards Lucas's face. The penis hit his cheek hard. Then again, and again.
That only encouraged him to suck more and more on the thick penis of the burly man who groaned with each thrust into the boy's mouth. Lucas couldn't swallow half of that penis. He wasn't able to open his mouth that wide.
His left cheek was still being punished by the bald man's penis when he felt another approach. Coming from the front, the black penis of the imposing big man took the place of the burly man. It entered Lucas's mouth without pause and went down his throat, reaching his esophagus without protest.
With his eyes closed, Lucas could hear the other men cheering at that.
— Holy shit!— shouted the tattooed man. — Where is this little whore from? Look at this, damn it!
Lucas came out of that torture desperate for air. Saliva dripped from his mouth and the big man's penis. It didn't take long. His head was grabbed by the bald man who forced him to swallow the big guy's entire cock again and again in a frantic back-and-forth motion that left Lucas dizzy and breathless. Just as he was about to faint, the bald man let go of him. Lucas fell backward, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't see anything, but he noticed movement around him.
When he recovered, he felt his body being lifted and placed on all fours on the floor. In front of him, the tattooed man was sitting, masturbating.
— My turn to feel that little mouth. Come on.
Lucas went. He wanted to feel that cock. The taste was salty, a little bitter. But it fit perfectly in his mouth, just like Matheo's. He swallowed everything, listening to the tattooed man's moans. When he went for the balls, he stopped hearing moans and started hearing wet sounds. He looked up and saw the most beautiful scene he could imagine. Next to him, the big guy was forcing that large cock into the tattooed man's fleshy mouth, who struggled to swallow. Before returning to work, he felt something grab the waistband of his shorts. The wind blew across his exposed buttocks.
— HOLY SHIT!— the bald man shouted. — Look at the size of that ass, guys!
The others cheered. Lucas looked back and saw the bald man with a hungry look at his orifice. He felt his buttocks being spread open by firm hands and a tongue entering his ass without ceremony. A wave of pleasure coursed through his body, and like a reflex, he fell face-first onto the tattooed man's cock.
— The smell doesn't lie. Someone played here before us,— said the bald man, returning to sucking Lucas's ass. That excited him, knowing that this man was tasting Schmidt.
— Let me taste,— said the burly man, switching places. His tongue was harder, penetrating deeper, and without much delicacy, it was easily opening Lucas.
The tattooed man gave up trying to swallow the big man's entire cock, but he was doing a good job halfway. Lucas watched those lips working and desired them. Delicately, he rose until he was crouching so the burly man could continue his work on his ass, but reach the tattooed man's mouth. Lucas wrapped his lips around the big guy's cock so that his lips met the tattooed man's at the tip, exchanging long kisses with lots of saliva before they both moved down to the base. Lucas swallowed the whole cock while the tattooed man went halfway down. It was the moment when Lucas sucked the hairy balls and milked them while the tattooed man sucked the dark, pointed glans until they returned and kissed again, switching places.
The big guy grunted like an animal.
He felt the burly man's tongue withdraw and then a sharp pain in his right buttock where he received a slap from one of the two behind him.
— More prepared than ever,— he heard the burly man say.
— Rock, paper, scissors?
Lucas found the way they would decide amusing. Who would be the winner?
The burly one!
He felt as if a fist was forcing its way through his orifice. He strained and strained, but his muscles wouldn't give in.
— Oh fuck! — Lucas wasn't one to complain, but this was too much. — It won't go in. Please, be careful.
— Let me help you, bunny. — He felt a finger enter his ass.
His body trembled. He lost focus and left the big guy's cock to the tattooed one.
He felt another finger.
— Oh, that!
When the third finger entered, Lucas trembled intensely. His cock contracted and he almost came right there.
The fingers disappeared. He looked back and saw the bald man sitting down and pulling Lucas by the waist.
— Come here, bunny. Sit on my lap again. This time here!
He said, holding his cock up, aiming perfectly at Lucas's wet ass. He sat down, felt the curved cock entering and gently opening him. It was a good sensation, not desperate like feeling Schmidt's monster enter.
— That's it, bunny! What a delight!
Lucas went all the way to the base. Then he went up until he was almost withdrawing from the cock and then went down again. He established this rhythm, slow and delicate. In front of him, the three men masturbated, admiring the scene they were watching.
— Are you waiting for an invitation?— Lucas said, smiling at them.
The three were radiant and approached together. The burly one stayed in the middle, receiving the exclusive attention of Lucas's mouth, while the big one and the tattooed one received the attention of his hands. Lucas was in ecstasy. He never imagined he would be satisfying four men at the same time. All four moaning with pleasure at his touch.
The tattooed one clearly wanted more. He held Lucas's hand and penetrated it forcefully. Then he let go and went to the burly one's side, forcing his cock into Lucas's lips, wanting to access his mouth as well. It was impossible. Lucas had to divide his attention between the two, taking turns swallowing. The big one also felt entitled, but not before giving Lucas a slap in the face with his cock. That black cock felt like a club hitting his face, but Lucas resisted and now alternated between the three, spreading saliva and pre-ejaculate between them, leaving them completely soaked and dripping. The pubic hair of all three was wet and dripping.
— My turn!— the tattooed man shouted, pulling Lucas by the armpits and removing him from the bald man's cock with a wet sound.
— No way. I won,— the burly man pulled him closer. — Hold him.
The big guy grabbed Lucas by the armpits from behind and pressed him tightly against his chest. The tattooed and bald men held Lucas's legs open, leaving him completely exposed to the burly man, who positioned himself and aimed his thick cock at Lucas's entrance. Slowly, the large head entered.
— Ouch! How can it be so thick?
— Relax, bunny. — With one free hand, the bald man grabbed Lucas's penis and began to caress it. This relaxed Lucas as the burly man penetrated him to the base.
— Ouch! I feel it opening me up! FUCK!
The tattooed man laughed with amusement. Lucas knew that with the hand he wasn't holding his leg, he was masturbating while watching that scene.
The burly man began to withdraw. It wasn't a relief. It was as if Lucas's body couldn't bear being empty, even though that trunk was causing him so much pain. And then the worst came. The burly man began to thrust, first slowly, then with more force and speed. Lucas screamed, a mixture of pain and pleasure. His body began to tremble and his vision darkened as he moved with the thrusts and felt the big man's large penis hit his ass. The bald man stopped masturbating Lucas to give himself pleasure. The tattooed man was going into a frenzy at the sight.
These damned prostitutes are loving watching me get destroyed.
— Harder! — Lucas couldn't believe what he said as soon as he finished the sentence. But he did it, and deep down he really wanted to.
— Leave it to me! — he heard the tattooed man say, trembling with lust.
The burly man withdrew. Lucas felt hollow, empty, incomplete. The other two released his legs, but Lucas was glad the big man hadn't let go of him because his legs were weak, he couldn't stand.
Still holding Lucas to his chest, the big man lowered himself, lying on the ground. Lucas supported himself on his legs, now coming back to life. He felt that big cock hit his slit.
— First the older ones. — said the big man, penetrating without any difficulty.
— Aaaaaaaaaaai!
Lucas groaned weakly as every inch of that monster entered his punished ass. — Damn!
He heard the bald and the burly guy say as they masturbated, staring intently at Lucas's ass being filled by that cock.
— Doesn't it ever end? — Lucas wondered, feeling that monster entering.
The others laughed. Except for the tattooed guy, who had stopped masturbating and had a serious face.
Lucas groaned when he felt the wet hairs against his ass. He looked ahead. His cock was leaking uncontrollably onto his stomach... it couldn't be real.
When the big guy started thrusting, Lucas could see his stomach moving with the movements. This gave him a wave of pleasure that his cock responded to by releasing a jet of pre-ejaculatory fluid.
— My God! — Lucas shouted. — This feels so good!
— It can get better, bunny.
Lucas could barely think straight, while his mouth was open, groaning, a cock invaded his throat. He knew it wasn't the burly one because the cock went all the way in and kept thrusting frantically, leaving Lucas breathless. When he managed to escape the bald man to breathe, he looked over his shoulder and saw the big guy playing with the burly man's balls. It was obvious he wouldn't be able to swallow that log. He'd have to do a good job on the balls and the blunt head.
— Damn! It's filling me up completely! So good!
— Be completely filled up, little bunny!
And again the bald man's cock invaded Lucas's mouth without any mercy and fucked his throat at an unreal speed. Saliva and pre-ejaculate leaked and dripped down Lucas's chin to his stomach.
— Hey! Gui!
Lucas could barely hear the big guy speak with such violence as he was being fucked by the bald man.
— Don't be sad. — He felt the big guy's hands grab and pull his legs up, forcing him to lie on his chest and spread his legs wide. — Come here with me.
Lucas's eyes widened. He escaped the bald man and looked ahead. His cock throbbed. The tattooed man approached with a wicked grin and a glint in his eyes that melted Lucas's heart. He would accept anything to see those bright eyes again.
The enchantment faded when he felt his punished orifice being pressed by another cock. The big man stopped moving and let the throbbing cock stay inside.
The tattooed man, still laughing and dazzled, forced his way in...
— Aaaaaaaaaah! — Lucas screamed as he entered without pause. — I can't take it, please. Oh my ass. Holy shit!
He struggled and tried to escape.
He felt something hit his face. The bald man returned, giving him a cock beating.
— Oh! MY GOD! — he screamed when the tattooed man reached the base. Now feeling the pubic hair of the two around his throbbing orifice. — You're going to tear me apart! Damn....
While he screamed, the burly man invaded his mouth, preventing him from breathing or speaking.
— Calm down. I've prepared you very well for this. Just relax.
Lucas tasted the sweet pre-ejaculate and went into a trance. His ass was being destroyed. The big guy started thrusting in the opposite rhythm to the tattooed man. While one came out almost completely, the other penetrated to the base.
The burly man was fucking Lucas's mouth, forcing his jaw as far as it would go. Lucas was delirious. He couldn't process anything. His vision was blank. The sensation of two dicks inside him and one in his mouth was pure ecstasy. The climax was feeling the bald man's curved dick hit his face hard and keep pounding without stopping.
His body responded. His widened ass contracted, eliciting wild moans from the two who were penetrating him. The wave of lust and heat from his body concentrated in his punished prostate and flowed in jets down Lucas's throbbing cock as he shot jets of sperm onto his own belly.
— Fuck, you bastards are going to make me cum!
He heard the bald man say, and then Lucas felt the splashes of sperm on his face... the burly man withdrew roaring. With his mouth open, Lucas received the load directly on his tongue while the bald man's sperm continued to gush, mixing in his mouth and face.
— What a tight little ass!— the big man shouted.
— I can't take it anymore!
The tattooed man said, withdrawing while already cumming. The jets were so strong that they hit Lucas's face. The young man didn't waste any time and opened his mouth wide to receive more of that load, which mixed with the other two.
The big man didn't last long. He threw Lucas to the side on the ground and climbed on top of him with his huge, glistening black cock dripping onto the younger man's face. He gave two more thrusts with his hand and emptied his load into Lucas's open mouth, joining his sperm with the other three.
— Holy shit. I've never seen a bunny so thirsty.
The bald man sat beside them watching as Lucas savored the sperm of those men. He was in heaven.
