Sergeant William Bodie stood at the door to the 'Officers Gaming Room' and wiped his hands on the legs of his khakis. Lord he was nervous! He'd been a part of a few initiation ceremonies but this was the first where he was the "victim." Taking a deep breath he knocked sharply on the door and waited.

It seemed to take forever, but was probably no more than a few seconds before the door opened. It was pitch black inside and Bodie felt his gut clench. 'Here goes!' he thought stepping into the room. A hand reached out to stop him and Bodie gasped as a blindfold was secured over his eyes and his hands cuffed behind his back.

"Do you come here of your own free will?" a voice asked.

"Yes!" Bodie replied, proud of the fact that his voice didn't waver.

"And you will accept whatever we do to you?" the voice asked again. At Bodie's hesitation he prodded, "Well?"

"Yes," Bodie replied a little uncertainly and was propelled into the room. He could sense others but couldn't figure out how many. It was warm but not uncomfortably so.

"Strip him!" the voice commanded and Bodie was unceremoniously stripped of his clothes and left standing naked in the middle of the room. He could see a very faint light from under the blindfold. 'Not an electric light,' he thought, 'not bright enough. Candles maybe?' But the thought seemed ridiculous in a room full of SAS men.

Bodie felt slightly ridiculous standing in the middle of the room naked, blindfolded and handcuffed. 'So humiliation is their game is it?' he thought not particularly worried about that. His whole childhood had been a humiliation, which was why he'd run away at 14 and joined the Merchant Navy.

Rough hands propelled him forward again until he was pushed against what felt like a table. It came to just on hip height and was defiantly solid as it had not budged when he'd been slammed none too gently against it. His hands were un- cuffed but before he could rub his wrists he was pushed forward over the edge of the table and his arms secured to it. 'A billiard table,' he thought as the soft nap of the felt brushed his cheek. They pulled the ropes tying him down tighter and Bodie grunted at the now uncomfortable position. His legs where also tied to the thick legs of the table and he was very glad he couldn't see the picture he must have presented.

Nothing happened for a few minutes and Bodie wished they'd just get on with it. The suspense was the worst thing. He wiggled to try to get comfortable, his shoulders not used to the unfamiliar angle. At his continued wiggling a hand slapped him hard on the arse. "Keep still," it commanded and Bodie complied but the hand stayed there caressing what Bodie could imagine was a red mark. 'That had damn well hurt,' he thought remembering the slaps he'd received off his father as a child. The strange combination of rough hands but gentle touch continued for a few minutes and Bodie felt himself relax.

That is of course until cold sticky lubricant was smeared between his arse cheeks and he grunted. 'Oh shit, no!' he thought as whoever it was slid a finger up his arse and smeared his rear with the lube. Although not strictly hurting it was damn uncomfortable and Bodie knew without a shadow of a doubt he was going to be sore tomorrow. 'God, how many of them are there?' he wondered in a panic as he was quite thoroughly prepared for which he was very grateful. When they did nothing else for a few minutes once again he felt himself relax. If they had meant to really hurt him they would not have bothered with the lube. Whoever had their fingers up his arse must have had some practice, Bodie figured, as he wasn't really hurting him at all. It was just slightly uncomfortable, like having a full bladder. He slid another finger up there and once again let Bodie get used to the invasion. Whoever it was seemed to be searching for something but Bodie couldn't figure out just what he expected to find.

But find something he did and Bodie howled as intense pleasure flooded his body. 'God, what was that?' he wondered as for the first time he felt his own cock flutter to life. 'That certainly didn't hurt!' he thought as it happened again.

"Oh Jesus!" he muttered out loud and the others in the room snickered. A second hand came around and caressed his wide-awake cock and he shuddered. Lord it actually felt damn good.

"He's ready." Someone said and the fingers where withdrawn. Immediately Bodie wanted them back. 'Don't stop!' he silently pleaded with them.

He moaned at the skilful fingers that slid from the head of his cock to his balls and back again. He could feel himself stiffening and lengthening at the arousing touch. What with those talented fingers on his cock Bodie knew he'd not be able to hold out from coming for long. 'What the hell?' he thought as a leather cock ring was secured around the base. It was a tight fit and would stop him from coming until they took it off. 'Fuck!' Bodie thought with feeling.

Bodie felt hairy legs press in behind him and an insistent nudging at his anus and the fullness was back again but he damn well knew that wasn't fingers up his arse. It was someone's cock! He groaned at the slight uncomfortableness of it but whoever it was who he had impaled was patient and let him get used to it. Bodie let out a shuddering sigh and relaxed. Truth be told it actually felt damn good!

"You ready to get right royally fucked?" the voice asked again and Bodie grunted.

"Yes!" was all he could manage as the man started to thrust. 'Oh God it felt fantastic,' Bodie thought, as all he could do was lie there and take the buffeting. Hands and legs both tied to the billiard table there was not much else he could do.

Bodie growled in frustration. He wanted more contact, he wanted to move but most of all he desperately wanted to come but they wouldn't let him.

"Please," he begged as he was fucked hard and fast.

"What do you want?" the voice asked, not losing his rhythm in the slightest.

"Let me come!" Bodie tried to sound demanding but it didn't come out quite like that. More like a long drawn out plea.

"Don't think so, Sergeant, we're not finished with you yet." He dug his fingers into Bodie's hips and slammed into him. With a groan he came, flooding Bodie's arse and pulled out with a sigh.

"Who's next?" he asked and Bodie felt someone take his place. This man was bigger and rougher but somehow they knew it was exactly what Bodie was craving.

Bodie moaned at the handling as it became rougher and harder and he willingly accepted what ever they wanted to do to him. 'God, that's good!' Bodie thought as the man presently fucking him started to curse as he also flooded Bodie's arse and slumped over him. Bodie was sure he felt a light kiss on his shoulder blade.

The next man slid into Bodie to the hilt as he was well prepared now and slowly fucked him through the table. It was slow and agonising and Bodie wanted to yell at him to get on with it.

"Please!" he begged, "Oh God ... Please!" as the man above him withdrew most of the way and slammed back into the hilt. Bodie tried rubbing his cock against the edge of the table but he couldn't get up the friction he wanted. It was the most frustrating experience of his life.

His balls ached with the need to come. He was tied down over a billiard table, naked and horny while God only knows how many men fuck him up the arse and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Not that he really wanted to do anything but be allowed to come.

Bodie tensed as the fifth man exploded up his arse and collapsed on him. Bodie shuddered as his cock twitched again. Even though he'd had the five of them come in him, he could feel it dribbling down his legs now that he was left, still rock hard, tied to the table. His balls and cock ached with the need to come but he wasn't sure if he'd even been allowed to. At this moment his right hand was looking damn good and Bodie was damn sure it would be the fastest wank of his life. 'A new Olympic record,' he thought

Bodie tensed as soft hands caressed his legs and arse, skimmed over his shoulders and ribs, and Bodie twitched at the ticklishness of it, 'Not again!' he silently prayed but a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "He's no good to me in that position. Turn him over!"

'Fuck, that's a woman!' his befuddled brain managed to register as Bodie was released from the table. Painfully he managed to stand up and his back protested savagely as did his aching prick. It was a short reprieve though as he was perched on the edge of the table and tied to it on his back. He had to hide his chuckle at the towel he was now lying on. 'Don't want to make a mess of the felt,' he thought with a grin.

Soft lips covered his chest with kisses and he sighed in pleasure. He had no idea who this was but lord, it was nice. He was nice and relaxed when whoever it was bit him on the stomach and he reared up but naturally couldn't go far.

"Wakie, wakie, Sergeant. No going to sleep now," she said as she rained kisses down his body and engulfed his aching cock in her mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" Bodie cried out as the hot wet warmth surrounded him. She was bloody fantastic, he thought as she skilfully sucked him. God he wanted to come so badly but with that damn cock ring on he couldn't and his balls were damn well letting him know it.

"What do you want, Sergeant?" she demanded, teasing him with lips and tongue.

"For God's sake, let me come!" he demanded, frustration clear in his voice, and the damn bitch chuckled. He could feel it reverberating through his cock and balls.

"Really?" She made it sound like a damn joke and Bodie wished the same on her. 'But if she's here she's obviously gone through it,' he realised with a start.

Bodie felt the table give as someone climbed up on it with him. He gasped as those incredible lips were back teasing him remorselessly and as Bodie groaned with relief she released him from the cock ring and he howled in surprise as she lowered herself upon his rock-hard prick.

"Fuck!" he howled as he slid into that hot, wet, tight pussy and as she expertly rode him to the most earth shattering climax of his life. It felt like he came gallons. It was fast, furious, and God, badly needed. Bodie lay there still trussed to the table in a sweaty heap and she finished him off without too much effort. Bodie had had it and he'd basically done nothing. 'Just lay there and accepted it,' he thought humourlessly.

Soft lips kissed him and she whispered in his ear, "You've got ten minutes to put yourself to rights, Sergeant, and then you'd better be outta here." She climbed off the table, the ropes were released, and Bodie just lay there, too exhausted at the moment to move.

Twenty minutes later Bodie pushed open the door and shivered in the cold night air. It had been an evening he'd never forget, that was for sure. Wincing slightly he made his way to his own bed and slept soundly till the 5:30 am alarm rudely woke him.

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