Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2006 21:49:48 +0000
From: Trevor Martindale <attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Trevors Three Challenges - Part 2/3

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


Trevor's Three Challenges - Part 2/3 (M+/t, Anal, Oral)

By Trevor Martindale

The van, when it finally arrived, was an old, black Bedford
with a noisy engine and `Davenport & Harper -- Second-Hand
Furnishings' painted on the panelled sides in drab yellow.
It needed a good wash and a day or two in the garage. John,
who was driving, shoved his head through the open window
and said, `Get in the back, pronto.'

Frank opened the rear doors from the inside and beckoned me
inside.

`Nice to see you again, sport,' he said, slamming the doors
shut and locking them behind me. `This is my good friend,
Howard.'

A wave of apprehension swept over me as Howard shook my
hand and smiled. He was a man in his early fifties, who
spoke and dressed like a toff. The plan was for us to
travel by van to Howard's cottage to check out his film
collection; unfortunately, we never made it. The old
Bedford ended up being parked in the middle of a remote
wood for several hours.

Howard was a born salesman: the kind of man who could sell
snow to the Eskimos. His charismatic charm won me over in
an instant, and it wasn't long before he had me wrapped
around his little finger.

Howard was delighted when Frank and I agreed to play his
Q&A game. He said it would help pass the time during the
long journey. The rules of the game were very simple: if
you answered a question correctly, you would win two bob
[two shillings]; if you answered a question incorrectly,
you would have to pay a forfeit.

It didn't take long before Frank claimed my shorts as a
forfeit. Howard had already claimed my left shoe and sock,
which had been placed next to Frank's previous two gains:
my right shoe and sock.

`What is the capital city of Australia?' asked Howard.

`Sydney,' I replied confidently.

`Wrong again, tiger. It's Canberra.'

`I would have said Sydney,' added Frank.

`Then you would have lost your jacket, old boy,' said
Howard cheerfully.

`I don't think Trevor should take off anything above the
waist just yet,' suggested Frank. `Why not go for his Y-
fronts.'

`Well, if you insist.'

`Okay, sport,' said Frank in a reassuring voice. `Raise up
and slip off your shorts and underpants.'

I was so embarrassed; yet just as keen to lose at the game
as Howard and Frank were to win. The two men had fixed the
game so I had no chance of winning. If I did get a question
right, I was given money, not clothes. So there was no way
I could win back the clothes I had already lost, or swap
them for someone else's clothes.

Frank disentangled my shorts from my underpants and threw
them on top of my shoes and socks.

`He's got a hard-on already,' said Frank. `I told you he
was a hot one.'

`Don't do anything rash, Frank. We don't want to spoil
things,' said Howard anxiously. `Besides, we're not that
far from the wood.'

`Wood, what wood?' I asked nervously.

`Howard wants to see me suck you off outside, in the great
outdoors,' said Frank. `It'll be a lot better than doing it
in...'

`You'll be surrounded by trees and undergrowth, tiger,'
interrupted Howard. `It'll be fun.'

>From the look on my face, the two men knew it wasn't going
to be easy to persuade me to go along with their outrageous
plan. However, by the time the van had turned onto the
track that cut through the wood, I was stark-bollock-naked
and willing to do their bidding.

Howard had convinced me to become one of his nature boys.
He assured me that it was no big deal -- he had watched lots
of men and boys having sex in the woods.

`It's on private land,' said Frank, `so only a few people
know of its existence.'

When the moment came, I was a tad reluctant to leave the
safety of the van behind. Howard assured me that the spot
he had chosen was less than three minutes away, and that it
was ringed by dense undergrowth and trees. The path leading
to the clearing was littered with nettles and sharp stones,
so John was given the task of carrying me there on his
back.

The clearing was indeed only a few minutes away from the
track. A variety of flowers and tall grasses covered the
entire area, with the exception of a patch of bare earth
that surrounded a large fallen tree. The tree had clearly
been lying on the ground for some years, making it the
perfect spot for some hanky-panky.

I sat on the tree beside Howard as John, and then Frank,
went to work on my hard-standing cock. I soon began to
relax as I got use to my leafy surroundings - the cock-
sucking session in the park had felt a lot safer: the
cinema wall and the dense bushes had offered up far more
protection than this open space. However, I soon became
oblivious to the dangers of discovery as the two men took
it in turn to lick my swollen cock-head.

Howard never stopped showering me with praise throughout
the entire performance. Apparently, I was the best boy he
had ever seen shoot his load, twice. I was a natural: a
young blond with an angelic face and an adorable body.

The praise may have been pure flannel, but I fell for it
just the same. Howard, Frank and John made me feel real
special, so I didn't mind becoming their sex pet.

`It's too late to visit the cottage now,' said Howard.
`Let's get back to that old crock .... We can check out the
blue films another day.'

`Saturday, next Saturday,' I suggested eagerly. `We can
meet up outside the Ben-Hur cinema.'

`No can do,' grumbled Frank. `John and I have other plans
for next Saturday.'

`So it'll be just you and me, tiger,' said Howard, as he
slapped me gently on the bum.

* * *

It was only when we arrived at the cottage on the Saturday
that Howard informed me that he had mixed up the dates and
forgotten to tell me about a prior engagement. Apparently,
my visit was going to clash with a Triple X meeting.

`The Triple X film club caters for the true enthusiast,' he
said, turning off the car engine. `We meet at the cottage
once a month to watch blue films.'

I was confused, and it clearly showed on my face.

`I didn't want to let you down,' he continued, `so I
arranged for you to sit in on this month's viewing, as a
guest. It wasn't easy, but my friends eventually agreed.'

`How many?' I asked.

`Well, we normally watch three or four films every month.'

`No, I mean how many friends?'

`No more than four or five - it's a very select club.'

`Maybe I should wait in the car until the meeting is over,'
I suggested anxiously. `I don't want to spoil things.'

`Nonsense; you're the guest of honour,' he said, opening
the car door. `Besides, I've told them all about you, so
there's no need to be shy.'

`Oh, so that means...'

`You're going to enjoy yourself, tiger. Now come on, we
can't keep your fans waiting.'

* * *

The living room was in near darkness when Howard opened the
door and ushered me inside. I peered into the gloom and saw
a naked, middle-aged man standing beside a film projector,
which stood on a metal stand at one end of the room. A
second member of the club was sitting on the floor in front
of a portable screen, and three more men were sitting on
the settee and chairs between the projector and screen.
Everyone in the room was stark-bollock-naked, including
Howard and myself - we had undressed in the bathroom some
ten minutes earlier.

We took our seats on the settee, with Howard making sure I
sat between him and a man named Brian. Apparently, the film
we were about to watch was a Triple X classic; and as it
began to roll, Brian placed his hand on my left thigh and
gave it a gentle squeeze.

On the screen, two naked men in their late forties could be
seen undressing a younger man in his early twenties. All
three men were sitting on a large, stripped-down bed as the
camera zoomed in on the twenty-year-old, who didn't look
too happy about being stripped naked. Clearly taking
instructions from someone off camera, the two older men
began to work on their young friend's seven-inch cock. They
spread his legs wide apart and began to toy with his uncut
cock and small ball-sac.

As they did so, Brian and Howard decided to do the same to
me. I just couldn't take my eyes off the screen as the two
men fondled my ball sac and squeezed my hard-standing stem.

`David was on top form that day,' said the man sitting on
the floor in front of me. `That cock of his stayed limp
during the entire shoot. He really hated being fucked on
camera like that, and he didn't like being pushed around.'

`Your right there, Joe,' said Ian, the projectionist. `He
kept complaining until we gave him a really good slap to
shut him up.'

`Maybe we should replace him with young Trevor,' suggested
Brian. `I bet he would make an excellent bum-boy.'

I was too engrossed in the film to link the words `Trevor'
and `bum-boy' together. It was then that I smelt the sweet
aroma of poppers for the first time.

`Take a whiff of this, son,' said Ian. `It's good stuff.'

My head began to swim the instant the small bottle of amyl
nitrite was opened and placed under my nose. Ian, who was
now standing behind the settee, moved the bottle from one
nostril to the other as Brian, Howard and Joe took hold of
my arms and legs and repositioned me on the settee.

With my arse on the very edge of the settee, my legs were
raised into the air, bent at the knees and held securely in
place by Brian and Howard.

`That's it. Keep him doubled up like that,' said Joe, as he
smeared some Vaseline on his cock-head.

I was on a real high by the time the first hard-standing
cock entered my rectum. Ian tweaked my nipples real hard as
the swollen head of Joe's manhood entered my inner sanctum.
My whole body juddered as more and more of his pencil-thin
cock disappeared into what Brian cheerfully called my `love
hole'.

`Listen to all that noise he's making,' said Victor. `I
love it when they moan like that; it makes you wanna fuck
`em all the more.'

`You would fuck him if he was out cold,' taunted Ian. `So
don't give us all that guff about the noise he's making.'

`True, true,' admitted Victor.

`Come on, Joe,' said Brian. `Fuck his brains out.'

Some of the men laughed when Brian encouraged his friend to
broaden my horizons and make my eyes water, which Joe was
only too willing to do.

`No! No!' I shouted. `Take it out. Take it out, please!'

Ignoring my pleas, Joe did nothing to halt his advance.

`Shut up!' he hissed. `Just wait a few seconds. The pain
will soon go.'

Much to my astonishment and relief, the intense pain did
slowly disappear. I could feel Joe's cock inside me as he
began to push forward again.

`Now let's go for a ride,' he shouted.

The sensation was totally amazing. If anyone had tried to
describe what it felt like, I would never have believed
them. The pain had been replaced by a pleasure that was
truly wonderful. Joe's cock pushed deeper and deeper into
my inner sanctum as I began to squeak and moan.

`Fucking brilliant!' I heard him say through gritted teeth.
`What an arse!'

By now I was relaxed enough to try and match his stroke
rate with a little rhythmic movement of my own. I thrust
out my bottom when he pushed forward and pulled back when
he did.

`Nice one, son,' he said. `You're a fucking natural!'

`Give him another pop,' said the man waiting in line to
take over from Joe.

`Right-tee-ho, Stan' replied Ian.

The small bottle of poppers was placed under my nose again
as Joe pushed forward one last time and released his load.
We both began to moan in unison as he came down from his
climax and I went up on my next high. This happened three
more times, and when it was all over my rectum was awash
with four different kinds of seed.

A few minutes later I was dragged off the settee and pushed
to the floor in a very rough way.

`Turn him on his back and stretch him out,' barked Brian.

My arms and legs were held fast by the men who had fucked
me on the settee. Brian knelt down on the floor between the
men holding down my outstretched arms and told me to `open
wide'.

`Come on, tiger,' urged Howard. `Show the man how good you
are at sucking cock.'

Brian rammed his cock into my mouth the instant it was
open. I gagged on his swollen knob as it hit the back of my
throat and cut off my air supply. He then raised himself up
and quickly established a fucking-rhythm that went on for
ages. Brian was not as chubby as the rest of the group: he
was just as old and wrinkly, but carried far less weight
than his friends. He must have done several dozen press-ups
before releasing his seed into my mouth.

`Aaaaahhhhh!' he exclaimed triumphantly. `That was fucking
awesome.'

Howard squeezed my ball sac real hard and told me to
swallow every last drop of semen, which I did in double
quick time. He then took hold of my semi-erect cock and
began to lick it back into shape.

Brian withdrew his cock from my mouth and patted me on both
cheeks.

I was becoming a little concerned about the way the men
were holding me down. I couldn't move my arms or legs, and
the grip they had on my wrists and ankles was starting to
hurt. There was no need for them to be so heavy-handed, so
why were they.

`I must go soon,' I said nervously. `It's getting late.'

`Hush now, little man,' said Brian.

I quickly put two and two together and came up with five.
The men were going to hold me captive and fuck me senseless
for days, possibly weeks, on end.

My cock twitched as Howard eased back the foreskin as far
as it would go and ran the tip of his tongue over the most
sensitive part of my knob. I liked the idea of becoming a
sex slave, but the thought of being held prisoner for weeks
on end did scare me.

I had told my parents that I was going to the cinema with
Paul Bridges, a friend from school. So no one, apart from
those in the room, knew where I was. My chest began to
tighten as Brian left the room for a few minutes to
retrieve a small, leather bag from the hallway. On his
return, and before rejoining the fold, he pulled back the
curtains covering the window and switched off the
projector.

`It's time for Trevor's initiation into the club,' he
announced, opening the bag and pulling out a cut-throat
razor.

`Initiation,' I said in a high-pitched voice.

Howard released my cock and stood up to make way for Brian
and his leather bag.

`Yes, initiation,' said Joe cheerfully. `That tuft of pubic
hair has simply got to go.'

`All new members of the club have to be shaved during their
initiation,' added Howard.

I swallowed hard as Brian knelt on the floor between my
legs and started applying shaving soap to the base of my
rapidly shrinking erection.

`Don't cut it off,' said Joe laughing. `He'll be no good to
us without it.'

`Less of the stupid jokes,' rebuked Ian.

`Oh, I do beg your pardon,' said Joe sarcastically. `I
didn't mean to...'

`Button it, Joe,' snapped Brian. `No more jokes, okay?'

Joe nodded his head as the razor went to work on the hair
around my genitals. I shut my eyes and tried not to think
about the sharpness of the blade, or the damage it could do
to my cock if it slipped inadvertently.

I could feel my foreskin being stretched, and I could feel
the blade against the skin of my ball-sac from time to
time, but nothing prompted me to open my eyes and take a
peek at what Brian was doing. Instead, I revisited the idea
of being held captive by the men and fucked senseless for
weeks on end. The possibility of being kidnapped and sold
to white slavers was still on my mind, but somehow I had
managed to turn this negative into a positive -- I was
warming to the idea of being used and abused by lots and
lots of naked men.

Within minutes the razor was safely back in the leather bag
and the first part of my initiation was over. I opened my
eyes and, with a sigh of relief, thanked the heavens for
Brian's steady hand. The second part of my initiation came
in the shape of a small bottle of TCP, or something that
smelt very much like it. The men holding me down suddenly
released my arms and legs as Brian poured the contents of
the bottle over my newly exposed skin.

`Outrageous!' roared Ian in mock protest. `Who would have
thought a lad of his age would know so many swear words.'

`Come on. Let's fuck him again,' suggested Victor, stroking
his semi-erect cock.

`No. That's it for the day,' said Howard sternly. `Trevor
and I need to get back to town by four o'clock.'

`He can't go yet,' said Joe. `He hasn't shed his load.'

`Alright, alright,' agreed Howard. `Who wants to toss him
off?'

Everyone in the room, apart from Howard, offered to do the
job. In fact, Brian went one stage further and took hold of
my cock before anyone else could be nominated, which caused
quite a rumpus. Therefore, it was agreed that I should `cut
out the middleman' as Stan so aptly put it, and take on the
job myself.

Howard glanced at the clock sitting on the mantelpiece,
then mumbled something under his breath and knelt down
between Ian and Stan: in the position Brian had occupied
when he had face-fucked me earlier. I was now surrounded on
all sides by an audience of six naked men. It felt really
good being the centre of so much attention.

I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it, slowly. My
audience gathered in around me as I pulled my foreskin back
and lodged it behind the flared rim of my swollen knob.
Brian watched a tear-drop of pre-cum emerge from my cock-
head and run down to meet the forefinger of my right hand,
which was wrapped firmly round the upper part of my
erection. He licked his lips and took hold of his own hard-
standing cock, which in turn prompted me to squeeze my cock
really hard and give out a long, low moan.

`Nice one, son,' said Ian. `Let's see you work off all that
frustration.'

With just a finger and thumb, I eased my foreskin back and
forth a few times; then, after releasing my erection and
letting it stand for a while, I grabbed hold of my cock and
began pumping away like mad. A heady mixture of praise and
encouragement filled the air as my fist blurred, my legs
stiffened and my ball-sac gave up its seed. The men
continued to praise my efforts as they watched my sperm
sail through the air and land, in splatters, on my chest.

`What say we broaden his horizons again, Howie,' suggested
Stan. `There's no way you're going to get him back to town
by four o'clock now.'

`Yes. Yes,' added Victor. `I'm sure the lad would welcome
another good rogering from those of us who want a second
bite of the cherry.'

`No! You'll have to wait until next Saturday,' snapped
Howard aggressively. `If Trevor's late, and his parents
start asking awkward questions, we could all miss out on a
lot of fun. So no more talk about having a second bite of
the cherry. Got that?'

Stan and Victor nodded their heads in reluctant agreement.

`Besides,' continued Howard, `the lad's arsehole is in no
shape to take on another man-size cock, let alone three or
four.'

For my part, I was quite happy with the decision to call it
a day. I was very sore down below and knew that it was
going to take a long while for my arsehole to recover.

`He won't forget this day in a hurry,' said Joe. `I bet his
arse feels like it's been fucked by a red hot poker.'

`Four red hot pokers,' I responded, with a cheeky grin.

All the men laughed as Howard helped me to my feet and
ushered me out of the room, telling me to go into the
bathroom and get cleaned up as quickly as I could.

I arrived home that day some forty minutes late; and even
though I looked like a bedraggled waif, my parents didn't
say a word about my appearance.

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Copyright, July 2006

Join the discussion (attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk): what is
going to happen to Trevor when he meets Howard & Co again?
Comments and constructive criticism welcome.

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