I had given up protesting. Protests had only brought slaps and cuffs, and several spankings, the last one with a belt that had fairly singed my ass ch...eks and left welts on my flesh.Two more weeks passed, during which I was used as their sexual plaything. The original six guys, plus the three who'd come up on the second weekend, had since been joined by eight others. Not all were around at any one time. They seemed to be using the cabin as a sort of club house, or home away from home, and I. A simple pair of blue jeans, a white shirt and a pair of boots is all that adorns his body. Where am I? He spins in a circle hoping to see something familiar, even vaguely, but nothing triggers a memory. Every direction looks exactly the same as the next and endless at the same time. Suddenly he stops like a compass finding north and he begins to walk. He feels it is the right way to go. Why? He doesn’t know, but he just feels it is the right way. Time passes, though he cannot seem to keep. “Sorry Joe. I saw the light on and had to check to see why!” Jo spluttered an apology. “It,s Okay Jo. My fault!” I tired to hide my stiff prick, but she,d already seen me beating it toward a climax. “Please Don,t tell Tom or anyone else about this?” “Of Course I won,t tell anyone, by the way you have a nice cock there!” she turned and left the room. “I,ll keep watch so no one disturbs you Joe!” she called to me. I was so desperate for release I soon resumed wanking and maybe because of Jo my. It's almost notexistent lips curved into a wicked grin.With an uncanny speed it flung it's self at her, with extended fingertips it tore the light fabriced pant legs apart look at her fleshy but slim legs. It lifted one of her legs onto his hip and glided a hand slowly up her thigh and sqeezed her leg tight. She gave a whimper, it went further up to the tear in the pants. It slipped it cold wet fabric covered finger in and tore the rest of the pants off exposing her pink panties. It then ripped.