Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 23:02:13 +0100 (BST)
From: James Robert <jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Forced to wank on the overnight train Part 2

Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train - Part Two

I didn't think I could get any more humiliated.  There I was, naked, having
been forced to cum in front of complete strangers who could see me from the
station platform, and then having to lick up my own semen.  But I was
wrong.  As I turned back round the man sharing my cabin opened the door and
gave me a push on the back, forcing me out into the corridor.  With a
statement of "Get out of my cabin" he slammed the door shut and locked it.
I was now naked in the bright fluorescent lights of the corridor, where
anyone returning to their cabin could find me.

I wasn't totally shy but I would never dream of being found naked by other
people in a train corridor.  In the gym changing room I was one of those
people who would quickly strip off their boxer briefs to put on my kit,
rather than standing around with my cock and balls on display, like some
people seemed to, flopping their dicks back and forth.  And now, naked
under the tube lighting of the corridor, placing my hands in front of my
pubes and cock, I was not feeling very confident.

There was clearly no way he was going to let me back into the cabin so I
cautiously made my way to the end of the carriage where the toilets were.
Luckily the men's cubicle was vacant so I stepped inside to formulate my
plan.  I washed my hands to get rid of the drying cum and then stuck my
cock in the wash basin and slicked back my foreskin to clean the cum from
under there.  Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my pert nipples and
lightly hairy chest with hair leading down to my belly button, before my
treasure trail led down to my dark bush of pubes and my uncut cock with its
pair of well-proportioned balls, I thought that if I was finding anyone but
me naked like this, it would be quite a turn-on.  With the tables were
turned like this, though, I felt totally ill at ease.

I then came up with my plan.  I needed to find some clothes to wear.  So I
would go along and find a cabin with some clothes in and would take them,
just until I could find someone in authority and get some help.  So,
shielding my modesty, I opened the toilet door and headed into the next
carriage, alert to any sounds of people coming or going.

The first two cabins I tried were locked, and although the door to the next
cabin opened, when I stuck my head around the door I could see someone
sleeping but there were no clothes accessible - they must have tidied
everything away before going to sleep.  I struck lucky with the next cabin.
A young couple, about 19 or so, were entwined asleep on the bottom bunk,
and there was a pair of white briefs strewn on the floor, and a Berghaus
Goretex jacket hanging on the hanger against the cabin wall.  I darted in
and retrieved both items.  The white briefs had clearly been worn until
recently - they were still warm, and had a visible pouch shape to them from
supporting the guy's cock and balls.  But now was not a time to be fussy,
so I stepped into them and pulled them up over my athletic legs.  They were
probably two sizes too small, but I persevered and got them up to my hips
so that they covered my dick, even if most of my pubes were still on
display.  I put the jacket over my shoulders and edged out of the cabin,
clicking the door shut as quietly as I could.

I then set off down the corridor, and seeing a door to a store room of some
sort, opened it and stepped inside.  It was lined with bars and clasps,
presumably for the safe storage of the breakfast trolleys which were still
to be loaded.  I crouched down slightly to peer out of the window and look
at the view, steeling myself to go and find the cabin attendant, and I
noticed it had started to rain.  The train creaked and clacked around me.
Then suddenly I felt material sliding around my wrists and I was dragged
backwards to the wall, the mountain jacket falling from my shoulders.

I turned to confront an angry young man "What the fuck do you think you are
doing, stealing my jacket?  It took weeks of holiday job money to save up
for it.  And what the fuck are you doing in my briefs - are you a thief or
a pervert?"  The young man was standing there wearing only a pair of low-
rise jeans, which he must have pulled on after he saw me leave his cabin.
He had a smooth, defined chest with the hint of a six pack, and muscly
arms.  I guessed he must have been a climber, from his toned body.  And I
could see his dark blond treasure trail leading into the top of his pubes
which were visible above the sagging jeans.  I noticed that his feet were
bare.

And now I felt very exposed, attached by cord to the wall, wearing only his
tight white briefs, as he pulled his jacket away from the floor beneath me.
I started to stammer "I'm so sorry..." but he was having none of it, saying
"Now give me my fucking briefs back".  And with that he reached forward to
both sides of my hips and started to peel them off.  The sensation of this
half-naked young man's touch on my skin was electric, and that, combined
with the forced exhibitionism of him stripping me naked, meant that as he
peeled the skimpy material down my legs and my cock came into view, it
started to fill out and rise up.

"God, you really are some sort of pervert, aren't you", he said, "well
maybe I should treat you as the pervert that you are before I get back to
my girlfriend in the cabin".  And with that he started to undo the button
flies on his jeans, revealing more of his pubes and then his thick, meaty
cock.  I stood there, mesmerised, with my own dick growing harder and
harder despite my complete lack of control of the situation, my hands tied
behind my back, defenceless to resist whatever he might do to me.

His jeans slid to the floor and he stepped out of them, so I could see the
blond hairs on his muscular legs, and then on, upwards, to his semi erect
penis, its head starting to show itself through his lovely foreskin.  "Get
on your knees old man", he ordered, pushing me down on my shoulders so I
toppled forward onto my knees, unable to steady myself, my head ending up
in his crotch.  I could smell his manly, sweaty scent from his day's
exertions as he ordered me again "Open your mouth, and do this well or I'll
really make you regret it".  Unable to resist, I followed his command, and
he slid his dick into my mouth, keeping going deeper until I was starting
to gag, and I could feel my nose against his pubes.  He then held my head
and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, using it as a hole to serve his
needs.  I started to work my mouth up and down his cock as he pushed it in
and out, teasing around the sensitive head with my tongue, tasting the
tanginess of his secretions.  I felt its throbbing hardness around my lips.
It was a beautiful penis on a beautiful body, about 6" long and with two
lovely balls that as he pulled out I was able to suck and tease.  I was
completely lost in the moment, licking around his balls as he rubbed his
hard cock across my face, leaving a trail of precum on my forehead.

I could see his muscles starting to tense and he stepped back and took his
cock in his right hand, wanking the skin up and down the sensitive head.
The scene in front of him, me kneeling, and the power he had over me, took
him over the edge, and he spurted his cum onto me, onto my chest, then up
over my face, on my lips and into my hair, then down onto my stomach and
pubes.  It was quite a teen load.  And with my hands bound behind me, my
hard cock could only strain, fully erect at my humiliation at the hands of
this sexy youth.  He pushed his wilting dick towards me and said "Lick it
clean".  And I did, tasting his cum and sweat.  He then pushed his fingers
into my mouth and got me to lick his cum off of them too.

He then stepped back, and put on the white briefs that I had worn, and
pulled back on his low-rise jeans, before grabbing his Berghaus jacket and
heading for the door.  "Please don't leave me like this" I pleaded, but he
just laughed, looking at my throbbing cock, and said "You fucking pervert,
let's see who will find you like that!" before stepping out the door back
into the train corridor, leaving me tied up, naked, erect, and covered in
his cum.  I must have looked a freakish sight.  My arousal and excitement
started to turn to trepidation as his words sunk home.  Who would find me,
and how could I explain this?



This is the second part of my first story, so I would welcome any comments
or suggestions.  Should I write any more?  Please let me know what turns
you on, where you think I should take the story, and what should happen to
the characters.  My email address is jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk

Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the first part - I have tried
to take some of the ideas on board.