Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 22:08:59 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: BigSarge - cpt 1

BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter One

Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun.  If
you don't like it; Blah!  Blah! Blah!  However -- if you do please let
autor know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk

I just loved nights like this, warm and sultry, no work the following day
to get up for, feeling on top of the world, fit and randy with just enough
alcohol to take the fetters off.  As I rode my bike a couple of towns away
to my intended rest stop I revelled in the feel of the wind over my legs
and slightly up my shorts, also flowing over my chest through the half done
zip on my jacket.  Feeling the weight of heavy chain around my neck
balanced by the leather straps round my cock and balls just waiting to be
joined by the wrist and ankle restraints kept my mind and my cock well
occupied for the hour it took me to cover the odd 60 miles.

When I pulled of the road into the dirty sandy parking area I could see my
luck was probably in.

Three artic lorries probably putting up for the night and several cars came
into immediate view under the moonlight as I switched off my engine and
heads, coasting over to the trees by the rest room to park up myself.  I
knew my body was slightly on display in the shadows as I removed my jacket
and old boots, placing them in a pannier and taking out the leather
restraints. Taking my time to fit them, ankles, wrists, upper arm, I made
sure anyone watching got glimpses of various parts of my body being twisted
and flexed in order to fit the straps.  Finally passing another leather
belt around my waist I stood up and moved slowly toward the restroom.

I just knew there were eyes on my body as it strolled in and out of the
shadows and heard at least a couple of vehicle doors open and close during
my journey.  As I got closer it could be seen the lights were out, or more
probably broken but that was no matter as I knew sufficient light came
through the dirty skylights to see what might be happening without being
bright enough to see any faults with the bodies I anticipated making use of
mine shortly.

It was the smell that did it, that mixture of damp cement mixed with piss
and sex, the minute I walked through the door my erection hardened to an
extent that was painful.  It would have been painful even if my cock and
balls had not been strapped up.  As it was the sudden increase in
constriction had me gasp and come to a stop.  I didn't even notice for a
moment the floor was wet and slightly muddy from the evening showers under
my bare feet, or that there were already a few men standing at the urinal.

I can't claim I was the best-looking guy in there but knew I looked quite
good, especially dressed as I was.  I felt myself to be on display and of
course that was the general idea, it fucked with my brain to know other men
were looking at my near naked body with only one thing on their minds.
Sex.

Hopefully some of them would be happy to use my body to get their rocks
off.  I'm 24, nearly six foot with a slim, reasonable body and mousy blond
hair, no body hair as what little I do have is shaved each weekend.  Making
my way toward the urinal which consisted of a wide flush trough a couple of
the present occupants moved to one side as I turned round and crouched down
with my back to the cool piss soaked tiles.

In a moment there was a short fat cock being waved around in front of my
face, 'You want my piss boy?'

'Yes Please Sir.' As you can see I was brought up to be polite.

He wasn't the only one as within a moment there were two streams of piss
playing over my face, body and open mouth, soaking my hair and running down
to re-soak my shorts that hadn't been washed now for several visits here.

'That's a real pig boy we got here.'  'Yeah!  Seen him before.  He's real
good.'  'That's filthy.'  I didn't hear whomever that was leaving in a
hurry.  'He'll be filthier before we leave.'  All that sort of talk was
getting to me, helping to separate my mind from my body, sending it to that
place where it would float, looking down on my abused body with a sense of
wonder and satisfaction.  It would take a while yet and a fair bit of
action but I could feel something good was going to happen.

'Get up!' A hand slapped my face lightly and then yanking bon my hair half
pulled me erect.  'Drop those shorts boy.  You wont be needing them for a
while.'  All I had to do was unfasten my belt and wriggle my hips for the
weight of the soaking shorts dropped them down to my ankles into the piss
filled trough.  'Step right out of them now, they can stay down there and
get nice and dirty for you to ride home in.'  I didn't recognise either the
black face or the voice but either he'd been here and seen me used before
or was a natural.

'Yes Sir!'

'You wont be needing this either but I will,' as he reached forward and
removed the spare leather belt still laying loosely round my waist.  'I
will need it wont I boy?' When I took a moment to reply his hand came up
and backslapped my face left and right, 'Answer me.'

'Of course you will Sir.  Its for your enjoyment.'

'That's better boy.  Stand out here where everyone can see you better. You
got any weights for those balls?'

'Yes Sir!  In my shorts.'

'Don't fuck me around then.  Get down there and fish them out.'

As I knelt to feel for my shorts laying in the half flooded trough my belt
landed across my backside with a crack. 'Get a move on boy!' It landed
again, this time with enough force to jerk my body forward where my lowered
head came in contact with the trough and I surfaced gasping and spluttering
from being half drowned with a mixture of piss and whatever else had been
falling in that trough this evening.

'Can't get enough eh?  Have to see if we can give you the rest later on.
The stalls stink enough to be full.'  Oh No!  That was seldom my scene.
This night may be going too far.

Even so, I stood up, holding a couple of weights hanging on short chains in
one hand and a pair of nipple clamps in the other which I held out toward
him only to receive another couple of backhanders that half stunned me for
a moment.

'I don't want them stupid boy.  They're for you.  Put the clamps on, quick
now.'

I couldn't help but gasp as I clamped them on my nipples and adjusted the
side screws to increase the tension.  My nipples had not been touched for
several days and were not really ready for this sort of abuse.  'Hurts I
hope?' he asked.

'Yes thank you Sir,' I replied.

'Good.  Your stomach as fit as it looks?

''I think so Sir.'

'Clench it then boy.  I'm going to find out,' and he swung a fist lightly
at me.  I couldn't help but flinch as his fist just lightly grazed me.

'I never told you to move boy.  That needs punishment.  Get down on the
floor and clean my boots.'

I wasn't quick enough for him and the belt landed a couple of times across
my shoulders before I knelt down and lowered my head to his black leather
half boots.

'Get flat on the floor.  Lay your slave body flat in all that mud and piss
and cum so these people can see just what your body is here for.'  I lay
down flat as instructed, feeling all the muck he mentioned squish under me.
He raised one foot and placed it on my head, increasing the pressure until
my face lay flat sidewise down and I could see his other boot just in front
of my mouth. 'Start licking boy.'

I stuck my tongue out and found it would just reach his boot which I
started to lick and clean as far as my position would allow.

I half heard comments from the crowd now filling the restroom and watching
my abuse.  'Gross!  'I wouldn't do that' 'Id fuck that are though' 'Wonder
what his mouth is like.'  Wouldn't mind working that body over.'  All sorts
of things like that.

'You cant do a good job like that boy. Turn over.'  He removed his foot
from my head and I turned over onto my back looking straight up at a
crowded ring of faces.  'Open your legs,' this accompanied by a kick to my
waist.

'His foot was pressing on my balls. Squashing them against the floor.  'Is
that good boy?  Can you feel it.'

'Yes Sir,' I just about manage to gasp out between moans, 'Thank you.'

He lifted his foot and rested it on my stomach.  'What were we saying about
your tum?  Is it as strong as it looks?' applying more weight.  I was
gasping, my body attempting to wriggle around and away from the pressure
but to no avail.  I knew my eyes were watering and could feel my face
getting hot.  The pressure eased.  'What will you do if I take my foot off
boy?

'Anything you say Sir.'

'Anything?'

'Whatever will please you Sir.  Its what I'm here for.  For you.'

He'd hardly used the belt on me and not with any great force but I was
already starting to fly.

Sense and sensibility had flown out of the dirty skylight.