Ashton felt so humiliated and discussed. Not just at what they'd done to him, but that it'd felt so good. He hated the fact that he felt a craving for more. Because he knew he wasn't gay.
The craving, however, was too strong. He found himself marching straigh into the nearest bar. His cheeks burned as called out to ever man in there, "Please! I need cock! I'll do anything! Just please, let me be your bitch!"
Only then did Ashton see the big sign over the bar, next to a southern states flag. "No queers!" A dozen angry men glared at Ashton. He wanted to run, but his body refused to leave a place with so many cocks.
A trucker grabbed Ashton by the hair and tossed him violently over a table. Ashton whinced in pain. The men all gathered around him.
"Hey guys, looks like we caught ourselves a dirty fucking fagot. Why don't we teach him what happens to degenerete queers in these parts."
"I'm not gay!" Ashton cried, but they all knew better. Ashton whimpered in fear as he saw them remove their thick leather belts and raze them high. "No please!" Someone grabbed his arms and anorher his legs. Then the belts came down like rain on Ashton's chest, belly, thyes and cock.
Ashton screamed as the wipping continued, nonstop. There were so many hitting that there wasn't even a pause for him to gasp in air. All along, his cock stood erect to attention. His entire front was turning red with lash marks. And they still kept hitting. Tears ran down Ashton's cheeks. Would they never stop.
It finally ended. Ashton was sobbing like a baby. Completely broken. One of the men leaned in. "Still want cock?" Ashton wanted desperately to deny it, but his proximity to so many men was too overpowering.
"Please! I need your cock in me! Please!" The men glared at him with hate. He was flipped over onto his burning belly. Then the rain of pain began anew. And Ashton's cock ached with desire. His asshole begging for use. It was almost more undurable than the spanking.