back up the road I had come down on that fateful night. It was now clear of snow though there were still pockets about where the sun hadn't reached to thaw it. I turned off and found myself at a well-known viewpoint on the escarpment overlooking the city and river valley. But it was not only well known as a viewpoint, it was also a notorious cruising area for gays and for 'dogging'. Don't ask me what lead me there - I haven't a clue!

There were about half a dozen cars and a pick-up truck parked alongside the woods that backed the viewpoint. There was a guy in one but all the others were empty. Intrigued, I parked up and decided to go for a walk in the woods. I saw two or three elderly guys wandering the well-worn paths and a skinny, rather nervous looking kid being followed by another couple. I strolled in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, he was there! Presumably, the guy from the pick up truck. Shaven-headed, with piercing blue eyes, he was obviously a builder. A big guy with huge biceps bulging out of his tight T-shirt, massive pecs surmounted by huge pyramids, oblivious to the cold. His tight, paint-spattered jeans, thumbs tucked into the waistband, betrayed a huge bulge in the front and his heavy thighs. He looked about 40ish.

OK, I knew I should have turned around and walked the other way, but I was fascinated and had to take a closer look. I sauntered towards him, as casually as I could, intending to walk past him on the narrow pathway.

As I drew level, he reached out towards my crotch. "No thanks" as I pushed his hand away but suddenly he grabbed me by the wrist and twisted my arm up behind
my back. His other arm across my chest.

"So, what you here for, pretty boy?" he snarled. "Hey, Bill! We got us one cute
arse here," he called out.

'Bill' appeared from nowhere. They could have been brothers, Bill was slightly
smaller and younger than my assailant but with the same shaven head and powerful
physique. Talk about the Mitchell brothers!

"I, I was just bird watching" I said, lamely.

"Yeah, he sure is cute, Joe" said Bill, "You got him tight? Shall I de-bag him?" (I hadn't heard that term for forcibly taking off someone's trousers since school.)

"No!" I shrieked, hoping one of the other guys around would hear.

As Joe held me tightly, Bill started to unbuckle my belt, unzipped my jeans and yanked them to the floor." I knew there was no point in struggling. I stood no chance against these two hefty hunks.

The cold air hit my thighs as Bill pulled down my CK's. "Ooh, nice cock", he exclaimed, "already got a lazy lob on."

"Let's take him to that log", said Joe and half-carrying, half-dragging they took me to a fallen tree, losing my jeans and pants on the way. Still with me in a half nelson, Joe sat on the log and pulled me over his knee. Pulling my shirt up my back, "Well, look ye here. The kid's already had his arse whipped good."

"Yeah! And it's even cuter naked and red," added Bill.

I could feel Joe's hard denim-clad thighs under my naked ones, my cock and balls squeezed between them.

"I reckon he could do with some more to keep him quiet," chuckled Joe and with that brought his