We gave the hole a fifteen minute head start. 

There were eight of us on the hunting trip. Eight horny guys in the woods for two weeks with no means of “release”. After two nights it became obvious that we would need to designate a hole to help us out. Pete was chosen unanimously (well actually, seven out of eight votes). So we stripped him down to his jock, tied his hands and set him free. We had decided to make a game out of it. First to find and capture him, got to take his cherry.

The hunting trip was kind of a bust. Except for Pete, we did bag any game. I think his screaming and moaning gave away the positions of our deer blinds and scared away the wildlife. None of us really cared about the lack of game. We enjoyed ourselves anyway. Well seven of us did, Pete never really learned to like being a hole for the rest of us. 

He kept complaining that his cunt hurt from the continuous use and that he did not like the taste of cum.