Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2012 17:51:00 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andy Caulden <andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Lock-keeper - Part 2 (M+/t, anal, oral)

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely
fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity
between adult males and a teenage boy. READ NO FURTHER if you are
under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

The Lock-keeper - Part 2

By Andy Caulden

My next session with Tom and his friends occurred three days
later. Tom explained that my fan base had grown, thanks to his
friend Aubrey spreading the word. Aubrey was now in charge of my
fan club, so he was the man running the session-cum-party.

'How many fans have I got, Tom?' I asked nervously. 'I don't think
I could handle more than seven or eight.'

'Nonsense, Simon,' he replied, smiling. 'The party will last a
good many hours, so you won't be bending over for the entire
throng in one hasty sitting. Aubrey has organized a rota of sorts;
he's very good at working out cock-to-kid ratios.'

Aubrey, who was in his mid-50s, was a real toff. He greeted me in
the hallway with a broad grin on his face. The fact that he was
stark-bollock-naked, and slightly drunk, didn't faze me at all - I
kinda liked the idea of an eccentric old man chatting to me in the
nude.

'Pleased to meet you, young man,' he said. 'The party will begin
as soon as you and Tom return naked from the bathroom.'

'Is everyone here?' Tom asked Aubrey. 'Simon wants to take on all
the cocks we can muster. He wants us to treat him like a real slut
today.'

'Yeah, kinda,' I said, a little peeved at the way Tom had
completely dismissed my concerns about the number of men at the
party. 'But...'

'No ifs, no buts,' Aubrey interrupted. 'You can't back out now.
Just think of all your disappointed fans. I would have a riot on
my hands, especially now that they've seen those sexy photographs
of you in and out of school uniform.'

'It's just a touch of stage fright,' said Tom, as he guided me up
the stairs. 'Simon isn't going to let us down, not if he knows
what's good for him.'

The menace in Tom's voice told me to keep quiet and follow orders.
If I bent over and pleasured everyone at the party, I would just
have a sore bum for a couple of days; if I made a fuss, I might be
slapped around and left to walk home bandy-legged. The urge to
make a fuss did start to appeal to me at that moment.

*  *  *

Tom's living-room was filled to bursting when I came down from the
bathroom. There must have been a score of stark naked men waiting
for me to make an entrance.

Aubrey and Tom followed me into the room, as all eyes fell on my
naked 13-year-old body. I kept my eyes fixed, at cock and arse
level, on the men directly in front of me. It was then that I gave
up any notion of making a fuss about servicing the throng - I was
going to bend over for every one of these magnificent members.

I now felt like Larry the Lamb, surrounded by a pack of hungry
wolves. The fact that I was a randy little Larry didn't stop me
from trembling before such powerful predators.

Suddenly, Alan appeared from nowhere and gave me a bottle of beer
and two yellow pills. He told me to down the pills with the beer;
and as I did so, he made sure I drank every last drop of the brew.

Aubrey, who was still standing behind me, took the empty beer
bottle from me. This prompted Alan to pull me close and kiss me
deeply. His hands began to stray all over my body, as did other
firm hands - the wolves were now upon me, and I was roughly
dragged to the floor.

I started my fightback by sucking on all the cocks I could find.
The sea of tangled arms and legs grew larger and larger as more
men joined the disorderly scrum.

'The boy's here to pleasure everyone,' Aubrey announced over the
hubbub of the scrum. 'So let's have a bit of decorum. Cock-sucking
is fine; finger-fucking is fine; but if anyone tries to jump the
queue, by jumping the boy, then they'll be flung out on their
ear.'

With sighs of mock derision, the men around me seemed to ignore
Aubrey's threat of expulsion; however, they did take note of his
rules regarding cock-sucking and finger-fucking.

I truly enjoyed being the life and arsehole of the party. However,
being the centre of attention, in a scrum full of horny boy-
lovers, was bloody hard work; especially when it came to the wear
and tear on my nipples and ball-sac. My arse and cock were just
fine with the probing and teasing, but the ball squeezing and
nipple pinching did hurt at times.

After the prelims, which lasted a good 40 minutes, Aubrey and Tom
wrestled me free from my fans and introduced me to 'the sling'.

The leather thingamajig, which was suspended from the ceiling by
four lengths of twist-chain, looked like a wide, black hammock.
Each arm of the sling had a leather cuff attached; and it was
these cuffs that held my body fast by the wrists and ankles.

I half-sat/half-lay in the sling, with my arms and legs spread
wide apart. My arse was now on offer to everyone in the room.

'Righty-ho,' said Aubrey. 'The boy will now be greased up with
Vaseline and fucked by you all, in an orderly manner. During the
fuck-fest, you can bend over for each other - to limber up for the
fuck ahead - but do stay ready to be called upon at a moment's
notice.'

I instinctively grabbed hold of the twist-chains when Aubrey
applied the first dollop of Vaseline to my 'boy cunt'; and as he
did so, the wolves closed in around him, watching his every move.

This was such an exciting moment for me. I was about to be gang-
banged by a score of well endowed men. They all wanted me, and I
was so thrilled.

'Who is gonna fuck him first?' asked a disembodied voice, and
there was laugher from the crowd.

'Button it, Sam,' said Tom. 'We all get sloppy seconds, except
Alan. He's the big bazooka this month, so keep shtum and wait your
turn.'

The beer and pills were continuing to keep me high. I felt so weak
and willing, and so warm and horny. I looked at the hard-standing
cocks on my left and right, and sighed with joy.

*  *  *

I rocked back and forth in the 'cradle of love' for what seemed
like hours. Alan had led the charge with a marathon, arse-ramming
fuck, which produced cheers of admiration from his fellow boy-
lovers. The buzz from the alcohol and drugs in my system made me
wild for more cock - Aubrey had, after my first fuck, given me
more beer and a couple of blue pills.

Frank slipped his cock in to my ravenous hole next, and hit the
joy button immediately. He made my eyes water with every stroke.

'We're gonna sweat you, boy,' said Aubrey, as he poured some ice-
cold beer over my face and chest. 'You belong to us now, and we're
gonna fuck you all day.'

'More cock, more beer, more cock,' I barked. 'Give me more!'

Aubrey carefully poured a little beer into my open mouth, and made
sure I didn't choke on the brew. He then put a finger in my mouth
and told me to suck on it.

After Frank, all the faces that appeared between my legs blurred
into one. Each man's cock kept the joy button fully depressed, but
no one stood out as a face to remember - not even Aubrey or Tom.

I must have blacked out after the fuck-fest, which ended with
Aubrey securing a leather strap round the base of my cock and
wanking me off for a very, very long time.

When I woke, I found myself still naked and fully restrained.
However, I was now tied down and spread-eagled on a wide, wooden
bench. No one else was in the room, which was large, windowless
and totally unfamiliar to me.

I was confused, and a little dizzy from all the alcohol and drugs
that were still swirling around in my system. I had no idea where
I was or what to do. I should have been screaming out for help,
but I just couldn't be bothered for some unknown reason.

I pulled at my restraints and raised my head. There was a door at
the far end of the room - a light on the other side faintly
outlined its shape against the wall. In the room, and emanating
from somewhere behind me, a dull red glow lit up my surroundings a
little - I later discovered that its source was a small, one-bar
electric heater.

I peered into the gloom and realized that I was in some kind of
cellar. The walls were brick-lined and the ceiling was ribbed with
timber joists, which supported floorboards above.

'I've been kidnapped,' I said to myself. 'Bernie and Tinker have
kidnapped me... or Tom has sold me to Aubrey and his mates.'

My cock twitched; and then the reality of the situation kicked in.
My whole body shuddered as I started to panic.

'Hey, Tom,' I shouted. 'I'm in here. Let me out.'

Someone began to move about on the floor above me.

'Let me out,' I called, tugging at my restraints. 'I'm down here,
tied up.'

The sound of someone descending a flight of wooden steps reduced
my anxiety a little. The thought that my hoped-for rescuer might
be a mad axe man never crossed my addled mind.

'In here,' I called, as the door creaked slowly open. 'I'm in
here, all tied up.'

'And that's where you're gonna stay for an hour or so,' said Tom.
'You stay in the cellar until you're sober enough to go home. We
don't want your mum asking any awkward questions.'

'But why down here, Tom?' I asked. 'It's bloody cold and dark, and
a bit scary.'

'It's the games room, Simon; the place where our slaves are tied
up and punished. Aubrey wanted you to see it, before you made up
your mind.'

I tugged at my restraints again when the lights came on and Tom
closed the door behind him.

'Aubrey wanted you to try out the bench,' Tom continued, 'to see
if you wanted to be a slave, or an assistant. Frank and I said
slave, Aubrey said assistant.'

I looked round the room and saw all the leather straps and metal
implements hanging from walls. It was then that I said, with a
gulp, 'Assistant'.

'Don't be too hasty, Simon. You might like being a sex slave.'

'Nah, Tom,' I said, shivering nervously. 'There are too many canes
on that wall for my liking. Mr. Lee, my headmaster, caned me once.
So I'm no big fan.'

'What if I keep you tied up for a week or so? Maybe punish you a
little with a stout leather strap. Slap you around a bit; just to
give you some idea of what's it like to be a slave.'

'No, Tom. Just let me go,' I said, with a slight whimper in my
voice. 'Stop kidding around; it ain't funny. I want to go home
now.'

'What a lemon!' laughed Tom, as he sat down on the edge of the
bench, took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. 'All
those canes and whips are used on the naughty grown-ups. No one is
going to hurt you.'

My cock began to twitch and stiffen. Tom's expert fingers were
about to convince me to give him a sympathetic hearing.

'Only your cock, nipples and balls get a workout on the bench if
you're a horny schoolboy,' Tom continued. 'Simon the sex slave
will be tied down by a fan, or a master, and wanked off each and
every week. He will be brought to the very brink of a climax, and
then kept there for a very long time. Only when he begs for relief
will he be allowed to shed his load.'

Tom worked his hand quickly up and down my uncut cock, bringing it
to a full erection within seconds. I simply groaned with pleasure
and closed my eyes.

'That feels nice,' I sighed, as Tom's right hand began to gently
play with my ball-sac.

'A naughty boy like you needs his cock pumped dry every week. Yes,
every week, without fail.'

'Yes, without fail,' I murmured.

'He needs to be tied down on the bench and licked into shape, and
then teased and tormented at least once or twice a week.'

'Yes, twice a week,' I sighed.

'He needs to be polite and obedient at all times; even when his
nips are being tweaked real hard by an enthusiastic fan.'

'Mmmmmmm, yes,' I sighed, as Tom's fingers sent a shiver up and
down my spine.

My whole body quivered, and then the muscles in my arms and legs
tensed up. Being tied down like this, and slowly wanked, was truly
awesome. There was no way I was going to miss out on this weekly
'torment'.

Tom continued to stroke my four-inch stem for a few more minutes,
then, as I began to get real close to a climax, he released his
grip and left my cock swaying in the breeze.

My cock twitched and strained for relief, but none came.

This real torment was repeated three more times. I begged Tom for
relief, but he just smiled.

'You must learn to take the good with the bad, Simon,' he said, as
he tweaked my right nipple. 'A sex slave must suffer in some way,
like an artist. So get used to it.'

It was then that he suddenly leant forward, opened his mouth and
hungrily sucked in my knob-head. I instinctively raised my arse
off the bench and tried to force more of my cock into his mouth.

'Don't stop, Tom,' I yelped. 'Please, please don't stop.'

I bounced around in my bonds as Tom worked on my throbbing cock
with his lips and tongue. A real fear of him stopping kept my arse
high in the air. I had to do everything I could to help him bring
me off.

Tom continued to lick me into shape as I encouraged him, with a
cacophony of moans and groans, to take care of my needs.

When the moment came, I violently pulled at my bonds and, lifting
my head off the bench, strained something in the back of my neck.

'Lumme!' I yelled. 'That's the best...'

I suddenly fell silent as Tom began to squeeze my ball-sac and lap
up every drop of spunk I could produce.

The wanking we had done previously was truly tip-top, but it paled
into insignificance when compared to this 'forced' wanking. I just
loved the idea of not being in control; of being naked and tied
down; and best of all, being used by a horny alpha male.

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Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, December 2012