Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 18:35:08 +0100 (BST) From: James Robert <jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Forced to Wank - The Train Journey Home - Part Three Forced to Wank - The Train Journey Home - Part Three So this is how my journey ended. I was woken, cold and naked on the cabin floor and huddled against a similarly naked Matt, whom Daniel had forced to sleep on the scratchy floor tiles alongside me, demonstrating his arrogant power over the pair of us. I found that while I had been asleep someone had bound my hands together with cord, and I was woken by someone trying to pull me upright with the attached cord. I struggled to my feet in a bit of a daze, reacquainting myself with my sorry situation - my degradation in front of the sixth form rugby team - and I could still smell their encrusted cum on my face and hair and taste it when I licked my lips. It was getting light, so although I wasn't wearing a watch, I realised that we must be arriving into Euston station in London before too long. Daniel stood there behind me with the cord in his hand, his smooth toned body and hazelnut dark nipples showing his youthful physique, with just a slight treasure trail of darker hair leading into his snug boxer briefs, where you could see the outline of his soft, long cock, which I had choked on and been impaled with over the last 24 hours. He tried to parade me round using the rope that was attaching my arms behind my back, but it wasn't particularly effective, so he started to hoist me up using the coat hangers that were built into the walls of the small cabins. Then came a knock at the door. Daniel finished tying off the knot and then said to me "Well get the door then!" as he jumped back into his bunk. I was horrified - I had no idea who it might be, and didn't want to be found naked in the cabin with these eighteen year old boys. I also couldn't work out how to open the door catch with my hands tied behind my back and attached to the coat hanger. Matt had gone and hidden at the end of the bottom bunk where Martin had been sleeping, so there was no-one to help me. Daniel realised this, so, smirking, he moved the dial on the wall from locked to unlocked, releasing the door mechanism, and said "Come in". I tried to hide behind the door as it opened as I had no way of covering my private parts, so my soft uncut cock and bush of dark pubes were on display as I hid myself as best I could. It was the train cabin steward with the bags containing breakfast, a strange combination of a cup of tea or coffee and a piece of Scottish shortbread. She caught sight of my naked torso, my pink nipples firm with the cold and the erotic debasement of being found naked, and proffered me the bags, but I could not take them. "Please can you put them down on the worktop by the window" asked Daniel, so she stepped into and across the cabin. I kept the door open with one knee, praying she would back out of the cabin rather than turn round, but no such luck. She swung round on the heels of her black leather shoes, revealing her toned calf below the regulation plain skirt. I could see her eyes scanning me up and down, noticing my dishevelled hair, my defined chest, my firm buttocks and my hairy, muscled legs. She then spotted the cord tying my hands and attached to the coat hanger on the wall. "You are very naughty boys" she said in an East European accent, "I should report you to the train guard". "Please don't" said Daniel from the top bunk "My slave here will do anything to stop you from doing that". I looked up at him sharply, horrified at his offer of my services once more, and to a woman. I definitely considered myself gay not bisexual, and the thought of touching a woman did not turn me on at all. She laughed. "I may take you up on that, you cheeky boy, but must finish the breakfast deliveries first," and with that she left the cabin. "You were lucky to escape that one" Daniel exclaimed with a laugh "I could see from your face that you didn't want to go there! Now Martin, open the blind so we can see where we are and you can feed our slave something to drink for breakfast". Martin stirred in his bunk and reached over to the blind, releasing it so it rolled up. Daniel then put the lights on in the cabin so I would be as visible as possible to people on passing station platforms. "Now get over and stand in front of the window" Daniel ordered me. Martin then stood on the worktop to the side of me, my head level with his crotch, his cock nestling in his Jockey boxer briefs, which I had been wearing only the day before. Martin's hairy legs and hirsute crotch filled my vision as he moved nearer me. He hooked down his Jockey briefs and his well-proportioned soft uncut cock flopped into view. He then skinned it back and aimed the head in the direction of my mouth. I would be drinking his piss for the second time in less than twelve hours, and this time any passengers waiting on the platform for their commuter trains as we passed through would be able to see it too. The flow started, hesitantly at first, and then picking up and I opened wide, drinking down the strong taste of this first piss of the day. I could see my reflection in the glass, watching my own debasement at the hands of these teenage lads, and my dick began to rise up of its own accord, the thoughts in my mind being reflected in the thickening and lengthening of my cock. Martin looked down on me. "You are such a fucking perv, getting turned on when you're there drinking my piss" he muttered as he squeezed out the last drips of piss, pushing his foreskin back down over the head of his shaft, before pulling his briefs back over his dark hairy pubes and cock, the waistband snapping back against his toned midriff. Daniel jumped off the bunk to see my predicament. "God, you are hard again, aren't you! Matt, get over here and keep him hard for all the lucky spectators on the platforms, but don't let him cum until I say so." Matt moved over, trying not to seem too eager (though I could have told him that he wasn't fooling anyone) and I felt his smaller hand wrap round my shaft and start to wank me, moving the skin back and forth over the sensitive head of my cock. I watched his actions reflecting in the glass, noticing my chest rising and falling with laboured breaths and my nipples on my lightly haired, defined chest becoming harder as he increased my level of arousal. He then stepped up the pace by leaning in from where he was standing and tonguing my left nipple. The touch and the sensation of his tongue on my nipple sent me to another level of ecstasy and I writhed against him. Daniel noticed the train was slowing and coming into a station, so said to me "Go on, cum in front of the people on the platform - and make sure you look them in the eye as you spunk your load." And I obeyed, as if I had no self-will any more, stretching onto my toes in the throes of orgasm, feeling myself go over the edge, releasing my jets of spunk over the surface and towards the window, spotting the platform sign - Watford Junction - behind the faces of the passengers awaiting their trains. The cabin lights illuminated my face and body, making me only too visible to those outside, and I would catch their eyes briefly, before they realised what I was doing, and their expression changed to one of disgust and they would look away, aghast at my actions. This disapproval made me feel ashamed, but also made me harder and prolonged my cum explosion, pools of spunk collecting on the worktop in front of me. A woman in her forties in a suit, a couple of men in their late twenties listening to ipods, I looked out on a commuter crowd lined up ready for their train, feeling humiliated, exposed, and hugely turned on, with my naked hard cock dripping cum. Our sleeper train then rolled on out of the station. My mind struggled to process what I had just done in front of dozens of people, but I was snapped out of my post-orgasmic state by Daniel slow clapping my performance and saying "I bet they don't see that every day! Now clean up that mess on Matt's hand and on the surface." Matt proffered his hand to my lips and I sucked his fingers clean in turn, before turning my attention to the worktop surface, licking my spunk up. There was a horrendous symmetry to my experience of only 36 hours previously, my descent into this humiliation on the journey up to Inverness. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I jumped, fearing the steward was back and about to come in, but then heard their teachers voice saying "Right guys, we'll be at Euston station in fifteen minutes, so make sure You're ready to get off." Fuck, I thought, would they leave me tied up in the cabin? I wouldn't put it past Daniel's warped mind. I decided not to say anything and just stood there as they threw on their clothes, putting back on their sweaty polycotton shirts from the day before and spraying on copious quantities of Lynx deodorant to freshen up. Daniel hesitated from getting fully dressed. "Before we go I just wanted to serve you breakfast" he laughed as he slid over to the work surface in front of me and pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs, freeing his monster of a cock. "Get me hard" he ordered, thrusting his crotch towards my mouth. I subserviently took his penis between my lips and started working my tender mouth around his shaft, feeling it harden and grow. I worked it good and proper, taking it down my throat then pulling out and tonguing around his sensitive glans, swallowing down his pre-cum and loving the knowledge that I could make his cock throb and stiffen. I could feel Daniel grow close to cumming as he tensed and flexed the taut muscles in his legs, and he pulled out of my mouth, reached for one of the shortbread fingers, aimed his cock at it, and let the spunk flow. I could hear a guttural groan from Daniel as he reached his orgasmic release, and saw globules of white cum cover the top of the biscuit. I watched, mesmerised, as his penis ejaculated in front of my eyes. Daniel then put the shortbread to my lips and said "Here, something sweet and salty for you to enjoy!" And my cock gave me away once more, stiffening and rising up as I enjoyed the humiliation of swallowing down this teenage boy's load coating the shortbread, watched by his schoolmates. The Caledonian Express slowed down as it mixed with the commuter trains bringing thousands of workers from the suburbs of North London into the centre. Daniel turned his attentions away from me, focusing on getting packed up for when the train reached the terminus. Once he had got his stuff together, he said to Martin "Very much looking forward to you sucking me off later and seeing if you can do better than he can," pointing at me. Martin laughed and said "I don't think so!" "Oh yes you will," replied Daniel "take a look at this - I imagine you don't want this shared with the rest of the team?" And up popped the video of Martin fucking me that Daniel had taken surreptitiously the night before, showing the look of pleasure on Martin's face as he slid his cock in and out of my arse. Martin watched, muttered "You bastard" and stormed out of the cabin. Daniel smiled and said to Matt "I'll have fun with that one!" They both then proceeded to ignore me as they tidied up, so I spoke out, realising that the train was slowing down. "Guys, you've had your fun. Please can you untie me and let me go?" I saw Matt wanting to respond, but he didn't dare to. Daniel remained silent and started chatting to Matt as if I wasn't there. "Come on, it's not funny" I repeated, but they continued to blank me. I could see the train was snaking through Camden, so we were mere minutes from Euston station, and I felt a rising panic at being tied up, naked in the cabin. They both grabbed their bags and, opening the door, headed off into the corridor, Daniel saying "Bye, spunkhole!" as he left, leaving the door wide open. My heart dropped. I was still tied up. At least I could shut the door, so I walked over and closed it. I then clambered up against the work surface, so I could try to reach the hook and detach the cord from it. But it just seemed impossible. As we came into the platform I must have looked a right sight to anyone glancing through the cabin window. I was naked, my lightly haired chest and uncut penis and dark pubes on view, while my toned legs strained to lift me high enough to untie myself. Suddenly I heard the door open behind me. I turned, fearing it was the cabin steward back for her fun, but it was Matt, standing in the doorway. He came over and untied the cords that had been constraining me. "Thank you" I cried, and he smiled and darted back out of the cabin. I quickly shut the cabin door again and looked for my bag. Thankfully it was there, and, along with my work laptop and papers, there were the spare t-shirt and swimming shorts that I had brought with me, as I had thought I would have a few hours to kill before getting the train home. How things had turned out differently, I reflected as I stepped from the train, looking a bit unusual in my attire and stinking of cum and piss. As I walked down the platform, my phone beeped with a text. Did I dare read it? I asked myself. Would this be a normal message from one of my friends or a demand for me to humiliate myself from the man from my cabin or one of the rugby team? My life would never be the same again... This is the final chapter in my story - Forced to Wank. I hope you have enjoyed it. I would welcome any emails if it has turned you on - it turns me on to know if you have been wanking to this story, and if you've done anything like the characters in this story. My email address is jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the earlier parts - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board. Please think about donating to Nifty to keep the service up and running.