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.