Bike in Forest

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Bike in Forest

Written by Oh non, translated by Britguy with help from Bing Translator. Translation is the best I can do but won't be perfect.

Introduction

Paul loves the feeling of complete freedom. He's alone in the forest with his bike. In a fight against nature, the sun. He fights against every stone, every gradient that tries to slow his bike. He crests the hill and starts to descend, deftly following the path and avoiding the trees.

With music full blast in his headphones, he does not hear the two approaching quad bikes until they are right in front of him. At the last moment, he swerves and narrowly manages to avoid them and even avoid the brambles that line the path. When he manages to brake a few meters later and looks behind him, he sees that the two quad bikes have crashed into the brambles and ferns.

His first reflex is to go and help them, because while the two boys driving the quads are dressed in pants, on the back are two girls dressed in very short shorts, who must be in pain as they scream as if someone were slitting their throats.

One of the boys challenges Paul, shouting “You fucking asshole, can't you watch where you're going? Did you see what you did to our girlfriends?”

Annoyed Paul replies “And you! If you don't know how to drive then don't take your bitches out to show off to them!”

One of the guys starts to approach. He's big, he's dark and he's very angry. In fact he's quite frightening. Paul guesses he's one or two years older, probably in high school. He starts shouting “Fuck you! If I catch you I'll throw you naked in those bushes!”

Paul gets back on his bike, and puts a little distance between himself and the youngster. Emboldened by distance and adrenaline, Paul adds “I won't give you the chance, you would be so jealous of my cock that you would beg to suck it! Go help your girl, with all those nettles her ass must be on fire!!!!”

And with that, he pedalled his bike and disappeared.

He knew he'd have to avoid the area on his way home, but the adrenaline was giving him stamina. He took narrow paths to make sure the quads could not follow him. The best plan was to cross the river, a detour of a little over an hour, but that didn't worry him. Plus the area was beautiful, and he'd take the opportunity to swim. There was never anyone there.

Of course, everything should have stopped there and there would be no story, ... unless, while he was swimming, the two quad-bikers also went to the river....

Chapter Two

When he heard the quads, Paul panicked. It was too late to get back to his bike. He cursed himself for not hiding it before going swimming. Of course, he heard the quads stop near his bike.

He got out of the river as quickly as possible and hid in a grove of trees.

He heard the laughter of the two girls when they found his clothes: "He must be naked, I even have his underpants!!!"

Then a boy's voice shouted: "I'll count to ten and if you are not here, in front of us, I'll crush your bike and we'll leave with your clothes!!! 1, 2 , ....3...”

As he stayed in the grove, Paul yelled, "No, not my bike, I'm sorry, I apologize, just leave me alone. I can't come out in front of the girls.”

The brown-haired guy continued: "It's your choice, 4,...., 5,....6,....., 7"

Paul came out of the grove, trembling, his hands in front of his crotch trying to cover himself as well as possible.

“I'm sorry, forgive me, I shouldn't have said that....”

The girls giggled with excitement, the two guys were thrilled to show off their strength.

"What's your name, asshole?" said the brown-haired boy in a loud voice with a calm, dominant air.

“I..., my name is Paul, I'm really sorry, I said more than I really meant to.”

"I'm Matt," he said, extending his hand.

Paul did not dare to refuse the outstretched hand, so he had to reveal himself a little more, leaving only one hand to cover himself. The girls were already delighted by his exposure.

But Matt, with a sudden move, got Paul in an arm lock. Matt was now behind Paul, holding his twisted arm firmly behind his back.

“Kneel down and apologize to Carla (the brunette) and Manon (the rough-ish blonde Paul had insulted)” he commanded.

Paul had to kneel on the rocky ground, naked as the day he was born and while keeping a hand in front of his crotch said “I'm sorry, ladies, I apologize.”

“Because of you, my legs are all scratched” said Carla

“And I'm on fire, and you insulted me, you asshole!!!” Manon said.

“I see that you've angered the girls” said Matt in a calm but firm tone. “Do you understand that, Paul?”

“Yes, I'm so sorry.”

“Put your hands on your head, I think I can find a solution...” said Matt.

“But I can't, I'm....”

“Put your hands on your head!!!” Matt cried.

Slowly, but with no hope of escape, Paul had to raise his hands to his head.

.. “And stay like that!!!”

The girls indulged themselves to their hearts' content:

“What is that, it's not a dick!”

“Just a little willy!”

“Just a comma!”

The second boy, Tom, tall, blond and thin with an almost elf-like face, also approached to laugh at Paul.

... “The water was cold,” he tried to justify himself.

“Shut your face, you talk when we say so” said Tom.

Matt coolly resumed. “You've done us wrong, it's just that you're paying for it, do you agree?”

“Please, I'm sorry, just let me go...”

“I asked you a question, do you agree to pay fairly for what you did to us?

“Uh, yes, but... how? I don't have any money on me.”

“Do you recognize that because of you our friends were hurt by branches, scratched by thorns and nettles?”

“But surely you could have seen me, too?”

“Do you recognize it or not?

Naked, kneeling, hands on his head, Paul was not in a position where he could argue.

“Yes, I admit it.”

“Do you admit to insulting me and Manon?”

“Yes, I'm sorry.”

“As punishment, you'll have to go through what the girls went through.” Paul visualised himself thrown naked into a bramble bush. But Matt told Tom to help him tie him up on one of the quad bikes.

The two of them easily carried him by each taking an arm and a leg, and put him on one of the quads. Then quickly with the help of bungee cords, he found himself immobilized. He was almost on all fours: With his head against the tank, his arms tied to the handlebars, his legs folded and held on either side of the rear fenders, his ass protruding from the metal luggage rack. You could clearly see his little cock, his balls and even his wrinkled hole.

It was a treat for the girls who admired Paul's exposed body, and for him an ultimate shame. If he had sometimes fantasized about the risk of being seen naked during his swims (and he had even often hoped to be surprised) he had never imagined that it would happen like this.

“And now,” said Matt, “it's up to you girls.”

Chapter Three

Carla, the tall brunette, went and got a long, thin, supple branch. When she returned, Paul had the impression that his bowels would liquefy with fear

“I'm not sadistic, I'm not going to scratch your beautiful butt with brambles, little boy.”

She slowly began to touch his back, then his buttocks with the wand, and then touched his little penis. Without stopping she teased him with the wand, sometimes stroking his buttocks, sometimes on his chest, sometimes on his penis, as she began to talk to him.

“How old are you?”

“I'm 14 and a half years old," he said, sniffing.

Whack! With a quick blow, she slapped his backside with the wand leaving a little red line on it.

“When you talk to me, you say Miss!!!”

“Yes, Miss. Sorry.”

“And what does it feel like at 14 to have the willy of an 8-year-old boy?”

“I don't know Miss. I think it'll grow soon.”

Carla accentuated her caresses with the wand on his butt and perineum. The relative silence around them turned into giggling and laughing as Paul, to his shame, felt himself get an erection.

“It's even more pathetic when it's hard” said Manon. “It looks like a lipstick!”

In fact, Paul was now fully erect from the effect of the caresses of the branch and his foreskin had retreated, revealing his slightly damp red tip.

Completely helpless and exposed, Paul had to endure the caresses that continued, the shame of being seen and exposed in this way and the salacious comments of the young people.

“It's barely the size of my finger!!!”

“And look at his little marbles, they're almost gone!!!!”

“Even my little brother has a bigger one and he's 8!”

“It will never hurt a woman at least!!!”

“What a loser, he's not ready to have a girlfriend.”

“Do you have a girlfriend, you little abortion?”

“No, Miss not yet.”

“Well don't be in a hurry because when she sees your package, the whole school will know the size of your dick!!!”

Paul was mortified, but the caress of the stick continued, and he couldn't help but get more and more excited. Carla was now standing behind him, and gently played the stick on his penis and testicles like an musician on a violin. And she knew how to do it. She bowed the angle more and the stick began to caress the perineum more and more. Despite himself and to the amusement of the group, he could not hold back a groan.

Moan.

“Stop it!!! Please!! Stop it.”

Whack!!!!

“Say Miss!!! But I don't understand. Would you prefer that I use brambles?”

“No Miss, but please, just leave me, I apologize again, I'm sorry.”

“Yet your body doesn't seem to want to stop, look how hard you are!!!”

She stopped caressing for a moment but left the stick on the perineum. After a few seconds, quite unintentionally, Paul's began to make small movements by rubbing on the soft rod, driven by excitement. This only increased the shame of Paul, who no longer even controlled his body.

“Wow, she's a real bitch!” Manon said.

Whack!!!

“Yes, and I know how to train them!!” Carla resumed, repeating the movements of the stick on his now very wet little penis and on his perineum.

The boys impassively watched this improvised domination session, but their excitement could be seen in their pants. Carla continued:

“With your pathetic cock, you're not likely to please girls, but your pretty ass might interest boys...”

As she said this, she increased the stick's angle again and the rod began to come dangerously close to Paul's small wrinkled hole.

“No, please” said Paul trying to dodge this too invasive caress.

Whack!!!

“You say 'Miss' and you don't tell me 'no'!!! If you want, I'll get some brambles!!! Is that what you want?”

“Sorry, Miss.”

“So you let me do this and you never contradict me again!!!”

“All right, Miss.”

And the caresses continued more and more, sweeping from the tip of the glans - which startled Paul - to his hole. Paul was more and more ashamed, more and more excited, He wanted both that everything would stop but also that his engorged erection could find release. He could now feel his body accompanying the movements of the branch. His anus, which at first tightened with each passage, began to get used to or even to seek this contact.

“Look how his little dick leaks!!” Matt cried.

Indeed, a small drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid threatened to fall on the saddle. With great precision, Carla collected it on her stick, and brought it to Paul's mouth.

“Lick!! ... Lick it I said !!!”

Paul opened his mouth and Carla put the end of the stick in under the half-disgusted, half delighted gaze of the others.

“Good boy, but I wouldn't want to overdo it, Manon is waiting to take her revenge too.”

Paul was defeated, for a moment he had thought his humiliation would end there. He was still naked with a full erection, spread out on the quad bike. Carla, before getting up, took hold of Paul's little dick, caressed his tiny balls and whispered in his ear “You may have a micro-dick, but you look as soft as your buttocks. Thank you for this great moment.”

Then, to everyone's surprise, Carla took Paul's dripping cock in her mouth. He almost ejaculated from the surprise. Then she turned around and gave Tom a deep French Kiss. Surprise and consternation were on the faces of Matt and Manon Tom, a little embarrassed, just shrugged his shoulders a little. For an explanation Carla pointed to the erections of the two boys and told them "Don't even try to make me believe that it didn't get you excited, guys !!!"

It was now the turn of the two boys to be embarrassed, not as much as Paul but embarrassed nonetheless.

Chapter Four

Manon approached Carla and gave her a deep French Kiss. This did not seem to surprise or annoy Carla, who took advantage of the moment.

“After what you did to him, it's not going to be easy to surpass you. But I think you gave me some ideas” Manon told Carla. Then, speaking to Paul, she said to him “From what I could see, you especially liked your first punishment, can you remind me of what you called me earlier?”

“I'm sorry, Miss, I was upset, I apologize.”

Manon's hand slapped Paul's left buttock. Then began to caress him sensuously. “What did you call me earlier?”

“A bitch, Miss.”

The hand was now caressing the boy's two buttocks. Manon was watching the reactions of Matt, her boyfriend. She saw that he was far too excited to be jealous. Especially of that little dick. Manon's hand went down to Paul's balls. She gently stroked them and then caught them firmly. Looking Matt in the eye, she said “I love it when my man calls me a slut in bed. But he's the only one who has the right. You, the best you can be is my toy.”

And Manon gave him a series of 5 to 6 very strong slaps without letting go of his balls. Then she began to caress him, his red and warm buttocks, his balls, tight because he had lost nothing of his erection, and back up along his ass line. She now put her finger on his anus and began to turn. With a mischievous air, she said “Say nothing, or I come back with nettles. I bet you love spanking, look at your miserable little willy, twitching away.”

Few would have agreed to have their girlfriend caress another boy. But Paul with his little willy and his position seemed so harmless that Matt saw no reason to be jealous. Especially since the whole group seemed very excited. Carla stood behind Tom and rubbed her shorts against Tom's buttocks and had her hands tucked into the front of Tom's pants to give him a bit of a wank.

Manon approached the stream and picked up some smooth, round pebbles.

“Don't you think he looks like a pretty piggy bank? I'm going to slip some coins into his slot... You, you keep quiet, one word and it's the nettles!!! I'm even going to be nice, suck this if you want it to go in more easily.”

And she put a little pebble in his mouth. It had a taste of dust but at least seemed very small, it was a bit like a little suppository. She took it back and then placed herself behind him. Paul was tense and squeezing his buttocks as if to try to delay the inevitable. But with Manon's hand on his balls, her thumb at the edge of his hole forced him to relax and open himself a little.

“Don't worry, you're going to love it, and you're not the first one I'm learning to have fun with there," she says, looking at Matt, who looked slightly away.

With this, she began to slide the little stone into Paul's anus. Everyone silently watched the first pebble disappear between Paul's buttocks, as if it had been swallowed by his anus.

Paul, had mixed feelings, the shame, first, then the acceptance, the abandonment of all resistance, the feeling that the tiny pebble in his mouth had become immense and had stretched his sphincter. But, against all odds, he was not in pain. His anus was stretched, used as a toy, belittled, but excited as it had never been. A second pebble appeared in front of his mouth, this time it looked like a ball the size of a big ball. When Manon pushed it into Paul, her finger followed it inside. She took the opportunity to push it a little and say “Look, his ass sucks my finger, it looks like there's still room. Get some more pebbles!!!”

The next one looked like a coin. He sucked it hard almost as if he wanted to melt it a little.

“A real little coin for my piggy bank” said Manon

He felt like he was getting his ass opened.

Now everyone wanted to put in a pebble, Manon checked the size before allowing it. When it was Matt's turn he deliberately put his finger inside and moved it back and forth. He was stirring the pebbles. “Look, the more we fill him, the more he leaks!!!”

Indeed, Paul's cock was dripping with semen.

“Let's finish it!!” said Carla, very excited. “I want to see him come!!!”

“Wait,” said Manon, “let's talk about how we're going to do it.”

And the four walked away a little to chat, leaving Paul, nude, spread out on the bike, his ass full of pebbles and his dick sticky with pre-ejaculatory fluid.

Chapter Five

“What do you propose?" asked Manon.

Everyone obviously had a lot of ideas, Paul could hear their laughter, their excitement, their "oh, not that!!! anyway".

He was worried, excited, he himself was trying to imagine what he might propose if he had been in their shoes.

They came back to him and Manon said to him “Each of us has a proposal to finish your punishment. Then you'll be even. Choose the one who will give you your last task.”

He looked at them one by one, Manon, the luscious blonde who had taken possession of his ass, Carla, the tall brunette who had so excited him, Matt, who had dominated him and made a lot of fun of the size of his cock, and finally Tom who was a little reticent but who had seemed to be excited by his situation.

He'd been asked to choose! In an instant, Paul's brain exploded, he had gone from the bad boy punished and tied against his will, to a volunteer who had to choose his ordeal. As the volunteer he now was, he began to feel aches and pains related to his position on the bike, but above all, he felt his dick pulsating and begging for release. He felt his open and violated ass asking for even more. He would have wanted to ask Manon or Carla to continue, but without knowing why, he stared at Tom.

“Tom” he said, dropping his gaze to the ground.

“Ah Tom it's yours!!!” cried Manon. “Paul, you're lucky, I think it's an easy choice!!! Go on Tom, tell him your proposal.”

“You're going to be tied to a tree blindfolded. Each of us will have one minute with you. In the end, you'll have to tell who's who. Carla will have your shorts, Manon your underpants, Matt your shoes and your socks and I'll have your t-shirt. If you don't recognize someone, then they'll keep your stuff.”

Chapter Six

So it was done. Paul was detached from the quad-bike. He felt the pain in his muscles after being tied up for so long. They marched him naked about 20 meters from the water's edge. Paul could feel the pebbles moving in his ass to the rhythm of his footsteps. Then they tied him up to a tree and put his underpants on his head as a blindfold... And then they left.

After a minute, a great feeling of anxiety overtook Paul: What if they didn't come back? He wanted to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth. He was mute with fear. Suddenly his erection slumped. With them, he had been afraid but also excited. Only now he had not the slightest sense of excitement. Then he heard footsteps, a person came. Who?

Paul felt an unknown hand running along his body, passing over his chest, immediately his erection returned. Two hands were now playing with his nipples, pressing them, stretching them without really hurting. Then the hands went down to his dick, a hand engulfed him, it had to be large because it easily surrounded his penis. Or his dick was even smaller than he had imagined. The other hand grabbed his testicles and began to knead them. Paul sensed a certain embarrassment and abruptness. He thought it was Matt. He had confirmation of this when the hand that had gripped his balls began to look for his anus and a finger was gently inserted to knead the pebbles in it. Paul realized that he liked to some extent this abruptness. He was the toy of a man who obviously was not gay, and he loved that. His breathing, a few raspy sighs, betrayed him. Hands now violently spread his buttocks and the finger was moving faster and more powerfully in and out. Paul felt he could come instantly if he could touch his dick. But with his hands tied behind his back, he could only accept being attacked with a fucking finger and endure the pressure in his dick. The stranger took his finger out mid-stroke, creating intense frustration for Paul and finally he received a little blow in the balls, not enough to really hurt him, but enough to make him come back to earth and make him lose part of his erection.

Without a word the stranger left. Paul was convinced it was Matt.

After 3 to 4 minutes, another person approached, she began with exactly the same gestures, but her hand was softer. Like the first person she stroked his body, but with more languor, it was a girl thought Paul but which one? She stroked his chest, then teased his nipples before descending to his dick. She performed the same choreography but was softer and more sensual. The effect on his dick was obvious. She grasped him gently. She too could go around with one hand. Why did he have such a small dick, would it still grow, he had no time to think about it: the hand caught his balls and he felt the tongue of the unknown person licking the tip of his glans. Slowly, delicately, going around, like eating an ice cream. It was a torment, he was going to come, he felt his hips move to try to get into that warm mouth, but at that moment, the tongue withdrew, the hand on his balls tightened more, scaring him without really hurting him. A finger collected the liquid on his dick, and carried it to his mouth. He thought he knew it was Carla.

Chapter Seven

After five minutes, he heard a person approaching again. They had to have discussed it because the same ritual began: caresses on the body, nipples, then hand around the dick. But this time, the person seemed to do this very quickly, with no great conviction surely Thomas, Paul thought. Then the person seemed to move away a little, he heard his breath and a sound of clothes, then a strong agitation. Paul understood that Tom had to masturbate, he was amazed at the speed and strength, but clearly felt the moment of enjoyment. As soon as calm returned, he felt a hand with a strong smell approaching his mouth, he turned his head sharply, but another hand forcefully caught his balls and under threat he had to open his mouth and lick the hand. He was disgusted to have to lick someone else's sperm, but very surprised at the rather strong smell, and his tail was rock-hard. Was this boy's sperm so different from his or was it a girl's secretions? He clearly lacked any experience, but in his head he was building the image of a girl who had just masturbated in front of him looking at him and this image was very exciting. If the last one was a boy, then he would be certain.

Then the fourth person came. Again the same ritual happened, but this time he felt that the fingers were bigger, more enveloping, but very gentle, almost hesitant. The hand also easily went around his dick. Paul thought that clearly it was not a good criterion for differentiating boys from girls. Then he felt a mouth approaching his dick and literally swallowing it. A hand held his perineum and balls while the mouth was going back and forth. The person could swallow his whole dick. They knew how to do it Paul said to himself, and he wasn't going to last long. Sensing the ecstasy, Paul wanted to warn the unknown. But to his surprise, they kept it in their mouth and swallowed everything. Paul, who had been waiting for this moment for an eternity, had the impression that his enjoyment was never-ending, and that he had litres of sperm to eject. He finally felt liberated, exhausted but relieved. He made no defensive motion when a mouth approached and kissed him. He opened his mouth without resistance and accepted the intrusion of the tongue of the unknown person, still covered in his sperm. At the time of the kiss, he realized that it was a boy who was kissing him, yet he wasn't repelled. Perhaps that's exhaustion he thought, without being convinced by his own hypothesis.

A few minutes later, his underpants were removed from his head, his dick seemed to be all shrivelled. He was facing his four tormentors.

“So,” said Carla, “can you tell us in what order we came to see you?”

Calmly, without anger and fear, Paul looked at them and said “I'd say, Matt, Carla, Manon and Tom.”

“Is that your last word? Are you sure of yourself? Be careful, you risk going home naked...”

“No, I'm not sure, but I don't have any better idea.”

“Anyway, spot on, faultless. We keep our word, you can get dressed and hide your miserable comma. You've made us laugh anyway.”

“Come on, let's go, girls” said Matt, untying Paul.

They left the scene quickly.

Paul got back on his bike and saw a piece of paper slid on the handlebars: "Next week, same place, same time." He wondered whether Tom, Manon or Carla had left him this message... But he thought he'd find out.

The End

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