As I said I was abused twice at school, by that I mean it went too far. I was 13 at the time and and my friends and I had found a tumble down shed at the edge of a field beside a wood, it was our place. Sunday afternoon was free time and if the weather was fine we often walked there. We could sit and chat or monkey about or whatever.There old straw bales in the place bit of cordage and machinery that was past its sell by date. On this particular afternoon there were 5 of us there and we were just chatting. I was lying on a straw bale on my stomach. After a while the boy next me picked up a piece of cord and started whacking my buttocks with it, not very hard but noticeable. After a while the gang leader said, that will have made him hard. Well, there was an instant chorus of is it stiff, lets see. Actually the whacking had made me hard but I had not been thinking about it. Of course I denied being erect, but naturally they did not believe it, stand up lets see, no way was I about to stand up, but I was dragged to my fee and there was a tell tale bulge in my trousers. The leader said get them off him lets see it properly, well there were 4 of them and one of me, no contest. well when they got my pants down a lot of the erection had vanished in the struggle. The leader was on a roll though and said strip him and we will soon get it stiff again.Another struggle and there I was standing naked in the middle of the shed. Nothing too unusual so far, I was a pretty boy and quite often stripped, it is the fate of attractive kids in all male establishments, but I started to get hard again knowing what was now likely to happen to me, soon it was pointing at the sky. There was a chorus of look at that , we know what he wants. The leader then said lay him down on that bales and we will give him what he wants. I was going to be tossed off, I was not unused to it and so I just lay down and the leader pumped it and quite quickly he had me off. Now he said lest see if he can do it again, well that was new and I tried to get up but was held down and the leader grabbed it again and worked at it for a longer time until I felt that well known feeling and there were shouts , of he came again , not much though. The leader said hold hem down now we will try for the hat trick, meaning the third go. I was pleading now and struggling but there were too many, I know my dick was losing much of its erection but that did not deter the boss who took hold and teased me erect again and then started pumping hard and fast, it was sore, I started to cry but he kept on pumping and at last a felling like having my guts pumped out and they all said look its dripping.I just lay there shattered sore and crying. there was a cold clammy mess on my belly. They started t feel a bit ashamed and sorry about what had happened, cleaned me up as best they could and got me dressed again. I felt as though I had run the Marathon. I was exhausted ashamed, sad, you name it I was it. The others were trying to be very kind to me, they were sorry that things had gone so far. That night , I slept like a log. I had no urge to masturbate for days after that. The others very rarely referred t what had happened, occasionally if i was being irritating, they would say, do you want that again, I certainly did not.