The Butterfly My head was full of ideas of how this was going to play itself out. Due to myriad reasons I found myself in the seaport town of Petershead in Scotland. The collegiate professor who had approved this summer write shared my love for remote villages off the beaten path. It seemed the perfect environment to complete my thesis and underscore my theory of selective mating practices. And where better to watch the locals play their game than a small bar all but hidden from the casual public on a run-down wharf in the heart of the harbor. It was here that, two weeks to the day, it happened. I was just beginning to see the patterns of selection as relationships were weaved and consummated...then weaved again. I had become backdrop in the bar. Just a curiosity. A college kid hiding from a drug-bust back home who needed to stick around till things cooled off. Presumably the summer. This story worked and no further embellishment was necessary. It worked until I got too close and confided in a cute 25 year old redhead with breasts so firm they barely moved when she gyrated on the makeshift dance floor atop the two tier floor system. The fact that Mary was the ex-girlfriend of Stu, king of the bar, should have kept me away. Stu was huge. Almost 6'Ò5"of pure Scottish meat. His arms were bigger than my legs. His hair was beyond shoulder length and he sported a scar that ran from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. It was said his dad gave it to him in return for some time spent with his mother in his father's bed. He bragged that nothing was off limit to his wishes. All of us in the bar believed him and steered clear. He took what he wanted from everyone. If you played in his world you paid him a price. There were to be no exceptions. Me included. So it was that late night of August. The bar was packed. Sweaty, smoky & raunchy. Sometime past 1:00AM I found myself sitting at his table staring at Mary who was being fondled by half our table of 5 guys. Sitting on Stu's knee, legs akimbo and panties wet with hope she was mildly grinning at me. kind of a tranc,,,her head filled with visions I couldn't even guess at. Too soon I would know. Stu pounded his empty bottle hard on the table and turned to look at me with slits for eyes. "Bucko" he says (my bar name). "Mary tells me that you're a writer ...not a god dam asshole student ...that true. I flushed and turned to search Mary's face for the truth of what he knew. Mary had that cat that ate the canary look. Stu went on...Is it true? are you writing a book on how we fuck? I was silen...muttering but silent. Well bucko...its time you got a real inside look. Grab him boys!Before I could fully stand up they had me secured by two guys on a side and one to my rear. The bar went silent. Stu had the floor. Bucko..you're gonna really find out exactly how we do it...real close...real personal. We don't like spies and we hate college guys. Lucky for you Mary spoke up for you or you'd be fishmeat by morning. Boys strip'm. Knives appeared on all sides. Clothes were cleaned off me like the fish were scaled. I was naked and held spread eagle for all to see. My cock shriveled and my nuts pulled up tight. Mary was laughing. Oh look at his school kid dick. My little 8 year old brother has a bigger one. She reached out and grabbed it ...pulling hard. My screams were hoarse. It sounded more like a whine. After several yanks I was begging for mercy. The guys were laughing. Stu..Mary quizzed..why don't you pin him? Show him how we treat punks. Stu smiled...It's been awhile....not since that cute female cab driver showed up from the big port have we pinned us a butter-fly. Ok boys bend him over the table and get us some fishing rope. I was in shock. Over thirty people in the bar and no one had called the law or moved to help. In fact they were moving around to get better seats for the show. Mary moved up to my face ,,,held my ears with two hands and stared to lick my eyes. Big sloppy licks full of spit and mouth juice. She whispered to me "Let it go" "let it all go or you won't survive. Relax. give in to it. Ride it...wallow in it...but don't fight it. With that she passed her phlegm into my mouth then held my nose so I had to swallow. By now I was frantic. Fighting with all I had but only succeeding in wearing myself to a tired lump. The arms that held me were like iron. It was then that I saw out of the corner of my eye that Stu was stripping off his last article of clothing. The clothes hid the real size of him. A piece of granite chiseled from the rocky coast..... and a cock to match. Already at full mast it stood long and 8" around. All veiny and red. Uncut and weeping pre-cum. What the hell was going on here? Why are they all grinning and smirking? "Laddie, Stu said "we have a bar game called pin the butter-fly and you're to be the butter-fly. The boys will hold ya I'll pin ya and we'll visit a few folk to see if you can fly. We can do this the easy way or the hard way...you get to choose. If you're good you'll get a reward...if you're bad...well who knows where you'll end up. OK boys hold'm up so I can pin'm. I was lifted like a toy. My legs spread wide. My little 6" cock soft and thin hiding between my legs and that's when I first got an inkling of what pinning meant. The now peeled back head of Stu's massive cock was trying to spread my oh-so-small rear hole. Mary took pity and reached under and grabbed his raw meat and slobbered it up with a handful of mayonnaise from the table nearby. Good news & bad news. It gained an inch of foothold. Now, one by one the portion of me that the boys were holding was tied tightly to the corresponding appendage on Stu. Arm to arm, thigh to thigh, shin to shin and so on. It was as if I had become his front skin. Every 10 seconds he would jump up and come down flat-footed until all 10"was buried up my ass...one inch at a time. I was numb from pain. The crowd was wildly cheering. Mary had removed her top and was giving free feels to all who wanted.... and that was everyone. Bar songs were being sung. Old songs of rape & pillaging. It was a play of ancient rune sung for hundreds of years by takers sung of the taken. The pain was lessening and my ass was spread to a new limit. Strange feelings were being born. I realized that there was nothing I could do to alter the events now unfolding. Everything was out of my control. They could make me say anything, do anything and be anything until they said different. Mary kept reappearing long enough to yank my testicles and suck on my now hardening cock. Hot licking of my face. I was paraded around to all the patrons individually and up close. They slapped my nuts & cock then spit in my face. Some stood up on the bar and pressed their hard cocks into my mouth....some long enough to cum. It didn't matter to me any more. The pain was gone and he kept shagging my ass and as we traversed the barroom. He would whisper into my ear "Let it go laddie....let it go". "Give it all to me & my friends". You are ours...we own you....totally. My head rolled from side to side. Time was meaningless. The pain was gone. A buzz was starting deep in my guts. The huge cock was jamming in and out. Everyone could see that I WAS fully ERECT! Cock juice was dripping steadily from my piss hole. Cheers went up. Several people gathered around and took turns stroking my fully enlarged cock. I begged for release. Suddenly Mary appeared cum dripping all over her face. Lick me clean laddie and I'll let you FLY. The smell was overpowering. Yellow, white cum was running down her cheeks.I licked for all I was worth. The taste forever burned in my memory. She kept her promise. The patrons all lined up for ringside seats. Stu approached a crude white line drawn in the dusty floor. While he jackhammered my ass Mary jerked me for all to see. We both came at the same time. His cum sending scalding ropey jets up my wide opened ass and my steel hardened cock shooting molten spurts across the marked floor. The distance later to be declared a record. I passed out...screaming. I awoke hours later and found myself on a train heading back to the airport with a ticket back to America. There was a note from Mary. It simply said "Bucko...you passed the test. But only the FIRST test. See you next summer. I knew I would return. Manmnt.- This is my first effort.Let me know what you think.