*Note: This story is a direct continuation of Part 4. The other parts work pretty well as stand-alone stories but you might want to read Part 4 before you read this one. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.*

Scott approached the address in his phone with a strange mix of excitement and resignation. He wasn’t sure what was in store, but he knew that he would go along with whatever it was. The home he arrived at had a driveway that led to the backyard which he steered into according to the instructions in the text that had brought him here. As soon as Scott pulled his car into the backyard, Ray appeared and slid a tall wooden fence closed behind it. The driveway ended in a well-kept yard of grass, newly green at the beginning of Spring. In the left corner of the yard there stood a shed that looked a bit like a guest house. That is probably where it will happen, Scott thought. Chest pounding, he got out of his car and walked over to the edge of the grass where Ray was standing.

“Clothes,” was all Ray said.

Scott looked around the yard for a moment. There was a privacy fence and shrubbery that should conceal what might go on back here. Wordlessly resolute, Scott got undressed. With his clothes left discarded in the car, his bare feet on the cement of the driveway, and the April sun shining down on his naked body, the major waited for Ray to tell him what to do next. A feeling of shame pricked at him but, he needed this. Ray reached into his pocket and pulled out the symbol of their falling out: jockstrap that was definitely not intended for sports. It was black with spaghetti thin straps and the pouch would just barely cover Scott’s genitals. Ray held it out, dangling off his index finger. Scott took the skimpy jockstrap and after working out how to get it on, slid it up his legs and into place. It fit him perfectly, but somehow, he felt even more naked. It spite of himself, the pouch holding his cock and balls in place started to get tighter.

“Get on your knees,” Ray said.

Scott didn’t think this would happen out in the open like this, but he did as he was told. He was right.

“We’re going into that shed over there,” Ray told the rapt man on knees. “Crawl.”

Scott swallowed hard and leaned forward. Blades of freshly cut grass pressed into Scott’s palms as he placed them on the ground to get on all fours. He started to crawl. The grass grazed his knees as he slowly crept towards the shed and he couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes on him. Ray followed behind, watching the glute and back muscles working. When Scott finally completed his humiliating trek he sat back on his haunches and waited for Ray to open the door.

“Good boy,” Ray said, as Scott, now truly feeling the humiliation, desperately wanted to get inside.

He didn’t have to wait long. Ray opened the door for him and Scott quickly scuttled across the threshold. He was expecting a mostly empty shed with perhaps a bit of lawn equipment. Inside, it was well lit and furnished with a mattress, a couch, and several chairs, none of which were empty.

“Holy shit, he actually did it!” exclaimed one of the three other men Scott was shocked to find inside.

Scott sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Ray. Ray shut the door, walked to the center of the room, and faced Scott as the three men stood up.

“Whatever I say, right?” Ray said. “Come suck my dick.”

Scott looked down at the floor, feeling the eyes of four different men on him. His chest pounded and his face was hot. But he started, once again, to crawl. He crawled until his eyes met Ray’s sneakers and then looked up to a face that was like a statue, showing no emotion. Scott drew up to waist level and reached for the button of Ray’s black cotton shorts. He unzipped them slowly, not to tease or to increase anticipation, but because he was trying to process what was happening. Still, his hand’s slipped inside the zipper hole to find the thick, meaty cock that he craved so badly. Ray wasn’t wearing any underwear. He never did. Scott pulled it out.

“Damn Ray, I knew you were packin’ heat,” said one of the men to Scott’s left. Ray smirked. Scott blocked out the thought of the other men, and put his mouth on Ray’s cock. It was semi-erect and it hardened as the warm, talented mouth worked up and down the length of it. He closed his eyes and opened his throat, taking it in until he had to suppress a loud gagging noise. Pushing forward, Scott took the entirety of Ray’s impressive manhood down his throat.

The other men were entertained and they let it be known. Scott didn’t know what to make of them but he couldn’t block them out anymore. They came closer. He looked up at Ray.

“They’re not just here to watch,” he said.

Scott finally brought himself to look over at them. One was stocky with dirty blonde hair and looked absolutely giddy. Scott didn’t recognize him but he remembered the other two from previous run ins. Robbie, an Italian fellow and a muscular black man who Ray referred to as “Sarge”. Those two’s cocks were out and they were stroking each other’s erections. Scott locked eyes with Sarge, looked at the hard cock poking out of his jeans and then back up to his face. Sarge must have taken that as an invite. He walked over and stood next to Ray and to Scott’s surprise, stroked the back of his head gently. His hands were big and something about this gesture relaxed the tension Scott was feeling. And… this guy was hot. Scott would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t attracted. That he hadn’t wanted to know what this man thought about watching Ray fuck him. He reached over and grabbed the second cock that was just inches from his face and took it into his mouth.

He was hungry now. Lust trumped shame every time and Scott took it down as far as he could before coming up for air. The two other men walked over, cocks out. They were all in his face now and he took them into his hands and then his mouth one by one. He went back and forth with them. They grabbed his head and shoved their cocks down his throat. They slapped their cocks against his face when they weren’t in his mouth. Scott could have been finished them all off this way but Ray had other ideas.

“Get over there,” Ray said, pointing to the roll out bed. “All fours. And take that off.” He said pointing to the jock that Scott had been forced to wear.

Scott stood up and dropped it to the floor, exposing his full erection. There was no way he could pretend he wasn’t enjoying this now. Then men watched him. Ray and the one he’d called Sarge were silent while the other two made lewd comments.

The bed was a thin mattress covered with a black sheet and framed by thick, metal tubing. The mattress was soft on his knees as he got into position, but he could feel the cold metal against his shins. His feet dangled off the edge and he waited on his hands and knees for what would what was coming next.

Scott felt hands grip both of his ass cheeks. He was spread apart, feeling the air against his hole. He readied himself for penetration but suddenly –

“OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh,” a loud, desperate, involuntary moan found its way out of Scott as he felt a thick, wet tongue slide against his asshole. He felt stubble against his ass cheeks as someone buried their face into him and kissed and licked and even sucked on the most sensitive part of his body. Scott’s back arched, burying his face into the bed. His body squirmed and shuddered and he tried to bite into the mattress to stifle the sounds coming out of him but he failed.

“I guess he likes it,” said one of the other voices.

“Off course he likes it. My guy is the best ass eater around,” replied another. At which point Scott finally looked back to see Sarge come up for air. He was already attracted to this man and after what he’d just felt, the attraction intensified. Suddenly, Ray was behind him again followed by a now familiar pressure against his asshole. Ray was pushing into him, while Sarge reached under and massaged his taint. Scott moaned loudly, as the fat cock slid deeper, pulling back and pushing forward. His helpless moans elicited more chatter from the other men in the room, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about them.

The taunts, seemed to egg Ray on and the big bull of a man, took it out on Scott. He bucked his hips fiercely, gripping the Major’s hips and holding his naked body in place. Scott loved it, and with the relative privacy of the shed as opposed to the public places where this usually happened, he didn’t control how vocally he let his pleasure be known.

“Somebody get a dick his mouth,” Ray barked menacingly. “Quiet him down.”

Scott looked over to his and saw the stocky guy with the dirty blonde hair unbutton his pants. “I’ll fucking do it,” he said gleefully, stepping out of his pants as they dropped to the floor. Underneath he sported a pair of spandex athletic underwear that he, after a moment of consideration, discarded as well. His thighs and calves were impressive and the bed shifted with his weight as he scuttled over and laid in front of Scott, hands behind his head in anticipation. His cock was average sized but it was rock hard and he had hefty, fuzzy balls.

“Lick those balls,” Ray said from behind.

Scott buried his face into the stocky man’s crotch and lapped at his ball sack. He licked his way up and took the cock into his mouth. He moaned on it as Ray pounded him from behind and the others egged him on. Scott grabbed and slurped and stroked with his mouth and hands. His hard cock swung heavily between his thighs and he was so turned on, he couldn’t think straight.

“Fuuck, this is hot,” moaned the man in Scott mouth. His panting increased and after just a few minutes, the man’s body went rigid and he let out a hoarse grunt and several quick spurts of semen into Scott’s mouth. It dripped out. Down Scott’s chin and back onto its owner.

“Lap it up, you fucking dog!” Ray barked from behind him, still pounding away at him.

Suddenly, Ray pulled out. Scott felt the air behind him change and looked back to see Sarge standing behind him. He looked into the man’s eyes and a new cock slid into him. He bit his lip and whimpered as Sarge went balls deep and held himself buried deep inside.

“Move on over,” the man said, guiding Scott’s body to the corner of the bed. From this angle, the other men were able to stand in front of him. Another moan was muffled as Robbie put his cock into Scott’s mouth and the two lovers took him from both ends. It went that way for several minutes, with Sarge fucking him from behind while the three other took turns in his mouth. Sarge wasn’t as tall as Ray, but he was strong and his powerful strokes rocked the insatiable bottom and drove him insane. Eventually, Ray grabbed Scott by the back of the head, pushing his cock to back of his throat. Scott gagged loudly.

“That’s right fuckin’ choke on it,” he said, nastily. The cop bucked his hips wildly now, ramming his thick cock in and out of Scott’s open mouth while Sarge fucked him from behind. Suddenly, Ray pulled out, stroking his dick furiously. He looked down at Scott and groaned loudly as he came. A thick torrent of semen splattered across the major’s face.

They were relentless now. After Ray came on Scott’s face it was like a dam had broken and Scott felt like he was being savaged by wild animals. They took their turns with his ass and mouth while Scott took everything willingly, and hungrily. After his first orgasm, the stocky blonde guy was hard again and slid into Scott from behind while Sarge stood by waiting for another turn and Robbie used Scott’s mouth. This one was nasty. At one point he pulled out to rub his cock across Scott’s cum-covered face, smearing it all over.

The pace of strokes picked up from behind and the grip on Scott’s hips tightened. There was loud grunt followed by the dirty blonde oozing a second load, this time inside of Scott, who clinched and squeezed the muscles of his rectum as the man pulled out.

“Man, it’s nice to be on the other end of that, for once!” The man said. Soon after that Scott heard the door open and close. And now it was just Sarge, Robbie, and Ray.

“Get on your back,” Sarge said, turning Scott over at the edge of the roll out bed and spreading his legs wide. Now it was Robbie’s turn. The olive-skinned man slid into Scott easily but at this angle he penetrated deeply. Scott’s loud moans were almost like screams. He couldn’t contain it.

“You’re so deep,” he moaned as his legs were lifted up into the air.

“Fuck yeah,” Robbie grunted. He had Scott by the ankles and pounded away. “We’re gonna leave your fuckin’ foot prints on the ceiling.”

Sarge now embraced Robbie. He lifted up the man’s shirt from behind to pinch and flick his nipples. Sarge also kissed and sucked on the man’s neck, eliciting moans that comingled with the sounds coming out of the Major. Robbie went wild, his hips bucking furiously while Scott’s feet flailed in the air. Scott was so turned on seeing them this way and being used by them. He finally grabbed his own cock and tugged in quick short motions.

Sarge’s hands explored their way down the body inside of Scott until they reached the jeans that were just low enough to expose the cock. He pulled them down, exposing the hips and tan ass cheeks, then wet his fingers with saliva and slid them into Robbie’s ass. The man threw his head back and moaned unabashedly. He now rocked back and forth rhythmically, ramming himself into Scott and back against Sarge’s fingers. It was too much for Scott.

“AAhh, FUUCK,” he cried helplessly and his body convulsed and he drenched his abs with his own cum. His shaking and moaning intensified with every stroke of the cock still pounding him.

Suddenly, Robbie pulled out causing him to jump. “Get up, get down on your knees,” he barked.

In response, the major slid to the floor and took the cock into his mouth without a word, tasting himself and liking it.

“FUCK,” was all either of the men could say.

There were two men left now. He blew one, while the other masturbated, going back and forth. Almost, as if in unison, their grunts and groans sharpened. Robbie came first and he made it nasty. He held the back of Scott’s head while he came all over it. Not just his face, he made sure to get great, sticky gobs into the major’s hair.

A great, loud groan exhaled from Sarge shortly after and he added his load to the mess. This one landed mostly on Scott’s chin and chest and as the last of their orgasms died down, Scott sank back on his haunches and watched the two men pull up their pants and zip their flies as needed. Their banter was casual, as if they had not just participated in a gangbang.

“Man, that was crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy hot.”

Their words became background noise and the frenzied energy started to dissipate. The dirty blonde had cum in Scott’s mouth first and then up his ass. Ray, Sarge, and Robbie had all cum on his face and chest. The first man’s semen leaked out of Scott’s worn asshole and down the back of his thighs, while his own still painted his abs. Scott was a mess. Completely and totally used. Ray walked over from where he had been watching the last two finish and looked down at the naked cum covered husband.

“What do we say?” The cop said.

Scott had no trace of anything that might resemble pride. He looked up at the man towering over him.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Good boy.”

It was over for the other men but not quite for Scott yet.

“Is there somewhere I can rinse off?” Scott asked, sheepishly. His clothes were in his car just at the edge of the yard but they felt so far away.

“There’s a hose out back,” Ray said dryly.

“Damn,” said Sarge. “I would’ve let him use my shower.”

“Nah, he’s an outdoor dog,” Ray replied.

Sarge shrugged, as if having a naked man in his backyard were a typical Saturday morning for him. Scott got up, walked to the door and stopped to gather himself. Walking around naked was something he’d never really gotten used to and doing it with the semen from four different men all over his face and body was going to take some preparation. After a moment, he sighed and scurried outside, moving to quickly get to the back of the shed/guest room. In the short distance he looked out into the backyard to see a large figure laying in the grass. The man paid him no mind, which Scott was grateful for.

The area behind the room was shaded and Scott quickly found the green water hose attached to an outdoor spigot. The way it jumped with the rush of water reminded Scott of the way his cock jumped whenever he thought of Ray. He held the end and tested the water with his hand. Cold. Maybe that was what he needed. He held the hose up over his head with his right hand, running his fingers over his hair with the left. It took several swipes to the get all of what was left there but eventually, the major was able to move to his torso. It was a bit cumbersome holding the hose with one hand while rinsing away the sweat, semen, and dirt with the other. Finally, he held it over his shoulder to let the cold water run down his back and then spread his ass cheeks the best he could.

By the time Scott turned off the hose, he was shivering. It was a nice day but it was still April. Just as he was imagining a miserable ride home in sopping wet clothes, warmth enveloped him from behind. He stood still, gratefully, as warm dry towel slid down his back and was wrapped around his waist. He turned to see Sarge, wearing a different shirt and an affable expression.

“Fresh out the dryer,” he said, giving Scott’s now towel wrapped ass a light pat. “Just leave it by the door after you get dressed.”

“Thank you,” Scott said, as the man walked away.

Scott finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist for the walk back to his car. He had to admit that he like the feeling of the green grass underneath his bare feet. He also didn’t mind the sight of the large man who now lay sunbathing on a bed of towels wearing only a pair of athletic briefs. As he walked past, he realized that he recognized the man. This person had witnessed one of Scott’s previous humiliations at a martial arts studio.

His eyes had been closed but he opened them as Scott walked by. Scott stopped in his tracks immediately.

“Sounds like you had fun,” the man said casually. Scott realized that he must have looked bewildered when the man followed up with, “I could hear you screamin’ all the way out here.”

“Oh,” Scott said trying not to look embarrassed. Before he could stop himself, he wondered out loud why the man hadn’t joined.

“Eh, threesomes can be fun but any more’n that is a lil’ too much for me.”

Scott noticed a bit of a Southern drawl and also the casual way he spoke about things like threesomes and group sex. Scott also noticed his body, as the man soaked up the sun. Ray looked like a bodybuilder but this man had muscles that were not just for show and it was clear that this guy had no qualms about showing some skin. He had actually already closed his eyes again, completely unfazed by the strange man ogling his physique. As he sheepishly got dressed by his driver side door, Scott wished that he had an ounce of that man’s confidence.

Sitting in the car on the way home, feeling the tender soreness in his rear end; Scott resolved to never tell anyone about what had just happened.

He told his friend John everything a week later.

The Major also took his commander up on his offer of more work. He was 37 now, and five years away from retirement. The travel was extensive: two months in San Antonio here, a month in Florida there, several months in Colorado, and so on. He found sex in all of those places. And he’d realized that no one really cared enough to question what he was doing off duty. Eventually, he became a Lieutenant Colonel and landed himself a position as a commander of a decent sized unit. It was a tough two-year assignment but he was able to follow that with an assignment right back in the area where he’d met Ray to finish out the final two years of his Army career. He went back to the house he’d shared with his wife and daughter, but only temporarily. His wife had loved the prestige of being a commander’s wife but once it was over, she decided to move on with one of the men she’d been secretly dating. Still, the divorce was amicable enough. Scott stayed at John’s place while waiting to sell the house and for the divorce to finalize. They’d kept in touch and remained friends, and Scott was eager to start his life after the Army. He’d be 42 years young and experienced enough to live his life out in the open, without fear, without shame, and often, without clothes.