Tony – The person who changed my life: Part 12

A little later we left the cabin and went our separate ways. I ventured towards the room where I had left Tony. I could see that he was still on the mattress and at that moment he was on his knees being spit-roasted. I thought how it turned me on to see the beautiful body of the feller I loved being treated like a sex object by perfect strangers. It didn't seem odd to think that way and my cock which had gone soft after just having come was getting hard again. Tony didn't see me but I got behind the bloke who was fucking him and waited till he had finished. A couple of minutes later I saw him drive his cock in Tony really hard as he came and then pulled out. I got on my knees behind Tony and put a hand on each of his arse cheeks.

I could see that all around his arsehole and down his legs he was slimy with the remains of cum which presumably had been deposited in him originally and had now leaked out. Being the cum slut that I was I got my tongue in his hole and started to eat out the spunk that was freely flowing from him. At the same time I rubbed his legs and arse cheeks using the slimy jism as a massage oil. He was still sucking someone's cock while I did this and still didn't realise it was me. At about the time I had cleaned up his hole he received another load of spunk in his mouth. I saw that this had happened and moved nearer his face. This time he did see me and he removed his mouth from the cock, sat on the mattress and faced me so that we could kiss and share the load of cum he had not yet swallowed.

Our mouths were joined together for ages as the cum was swapped between us. Finally we broke apart.

'I need a break,' Tony said as he brushed aside a bloke who was wanting his cock sucked. 'Let's go to the spa bath and have a soak and a rest.'

I helped him up from the mattress and he staggered a bit at first since he ha\d been either on his back or his knees for over an hour. We went downstairs and found space in the spa for us to sit side by side. I put my arm around him and whispered in his ear.

'The last time I was in here I got picked up by a guy and we went to a cabin and shagged.'

'Well I've not finished shagging myself yet but I do need a rest,' Tony whispered back, 'I've lost count how many guys have fucked me. It must be in double figures. My arse has been dripping spunk for the last hour as nearly all of them came inside me. And then there were the ones I sucked off. I'm full of spunk.'

'I got most of what was in your arse,' I said.

'So it was you rimming me,' Tony responded. 'I'm glad it was you.'

'You've had more cock than me,' I said. 'I will have to catch up after I have had a rest as well. Do you know there is a dark room upstairs. That's where I got fucked five times and sucked off just as many. It was really horny being in total darkness with hands groping me all over and unseen cocks being pushed in my mouth and arse.'

'I may go there next, then,' said Tony. 'It's only half ten now there's plenty of time left for more shagging.'

I thought I would explore a bit more as there were still parts of the sauna I hadn't discovered yet. After staying in the spa for a few minutes more I went up the stairs with Tony and we parted when we got to the darkroom. I went in the opposite direction and found another room that had been fitted out with a sling in which a guy was lying with his feet and hands secured to the chains that supported the device from the ceiling. His head was not supported but a bloke was feeding his cock in the mouth that gaped open. At the other end his wide open legs exposed his gaping hole and there was a queue of chaps waiting their turn to fill it.

I looked with curiosity at this spectacle and then turned my attention to the rest of the room. On the wall was a cross of St Andrew which at the extremities of its arms had wrist and ankle restraints. It was not being used but its purpose seemed quite clear. Especially as alongside there was a rack containing an assortment of whips and straps. I felt a hand on my arse and then heard a voice.

'Do you want me to give you a spanking?' A bloke of about fifty asked me.

'I've never tried it,' I confessed.

'Perhaps the cross is a bit too advanced for you then how about this spanking bench?' and he led me across to a strange looking padded device.

'Kneel on those pads here,' he said pointing to two narrow cushioned strips. 'then rest your chest against that.'

And this time he pointed out a cushion which was higher than the others. I nervously knelt where he had shown and leant against the other cushion. As soon as I was in position he took my arms and placed them on a cross member which until then I had not realised was fitted with straps. He deftly pinioned my arms to the cross member with the straps and then did the same with my ankles to the cushion I was kneeling on. I found myself totally pinned down.

He went to the rack where the straps and whips were stored and selected a strap.

'How does this turn you on?' he asked. He could see by my face that I was not sure if I wanted to find out but he was paying no heed to my comfort and got behind me and the next thing I felt was an incredibly sharp sting as he slapped the strap hard against my buttocks.

It was followed by several more slaps and each time it hit me I jumped and groaned.

'Fuck that hurts,' I said after he had hit me about six times. He stopped and massaged my arse cheeks.

'They feel nice and hot,' he said. 'The pain will soon wear off and you will be wanting me to do it again.'

I wondered about this but he was right in a few seconds the pain had gone. I was aware that I had been slapped but it was like a heat rather than a pain.

'Do you want to try some more?' he said to me. And for some reason unknown to me I said yes.

This time he hit me with more force than before but somehow the sting from it was a combination of pleasure and pain very similar to when my arsehole was first getting used to being fucked. I still jerked everytime the strap hit me but now I let out a hiss rather than a groan. He spanked me about twenty times and when he stopped I felt I wanted more. But he said.

'That's enough for now. I'll fuck you now if you want.'

I did want him to as it seemed the perfect way to finish off this form of torture and besides the horniness of it had made my cock go very hard. Without releasing my arms or legs he got his cock against my hole which was made available to him by the way I was strapped to the spanking bench and pushed right in. I hadn't seen earlier how big his cock was but I reckoned it must be quite thick as I felt it stretching my hole quite a bit as it entered me. He pounded me forcefully and took about ten minutes before coming and once he had ensured that all his spunk had been fired in me he pulled out and undid the restraints holding me down.

I felt that my arse had been well primed for a session on the orgy bed that Tony had been occupying earlier. I went down to the floor where it was and found there was room for me to lie on it. For a couple of minutes I was left untouched and had my eyes closed as I relaxed. Then I felt hands all over me and I knew I was now in for some group activity. Because my arse was still full of cum the first bloke who fingered me realised I was nice and loose and got my legs in the air and stuffed my hole without any preamble. At almost the same time I felt a cock brush my cheek and I opened my mouth and started sucking. From then on I had a steady stream of guys filling my arse and mouth with all of them leaving their cum in me.

Like Tony before me I lost count of how many blokes and just lay there and let them manipulate my body about and prod me at will. Slowly the traffic of men died down and I managed to get off the mattress at last. I looked at the clock and saw it was half twelve. Chris was meeting us a one o'clock. I decided to look for Tony. I started with the spa and, as chance would have it ,he was there relaxing. I got in beside him and pointed out that it was nearly time to go. A little reluctantly we got out of the spa bath and headed for the cloakroom. By this time our original towels had disappeared and I found a couple of used ones and we dried ourselves as best we could. By a quarter to one we were dressed.

We headed to the exit which took us through a snack bar. As we had a few minutes to spare I bought a coke each and Tony and I sat down to drink them. At almost dead on one o'clock the man whom we had seen on reception opened the outside door and when he saw it was Chris invited him in. Chris saw us having our drinks and we gave him a wave.

'Let's go, we can take our drinks with us,' I said to Tony. We went up to Chris who was talking to the doorman. It was obvious that they knew each other.

'Are you ready?' he asked. We nodded and said goodbye to the doorman and then left the sauna to head home.