Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 16:44:44 +0800
From: i n <sharper@inorbit.com>
Subject: This is part one of how we met

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This is part one of how we met.
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You put your hand between my legs and squeezed my balls and smiled.

- What are you smiling about? - I said
- that hurt you didnt it boy? said the man with the droopy eye
- yes it did.
- now kneel, he commanded

I did as I was bid. My eyes were in line with his prik which was behind his
rather dirty underpants. I could identify cum stains and urine patches
amongst the grime. He put his hand behind my head and pushed my face into
his groin. The smell made me want to puke.

- smell that boy. like that smell do ya?
- yes sir, I said
- dont seem too sure...
- no Sir, I am sir, I said, his cloth covered balls pressing into my mouth.

The hand cuffs were digging into my wrists slightly. How had I got into
this situation? I didnt even like dirty sex officially. A cute guy in Ye
Dungeon tied me up and I tht I'd get him but once he had finished tying he
slapped me on the face with a look of pleased seriousness and walked off
into the gloom. Then this smelly guy had walked up and started onto me. I
wasn't really prepared but I didnt want to draw attention to myself by
saying anything. I looked him up and down and wished there was some
dignified way to remove myself. I struggled to try and release my hands and
make a swift exit but the guy, who was taller than me, approached quite
quickly, smiled and put his hand over my face. He pushed two thick fingers
into my mouth and started feeling around my mouth - like I was a horse or
something. I quite liked it. He was quite stocky, thick black hair covered
his chest in varying concentrations and went over his shoulders. He had a
droopy eye, like I said, which watered slightly, but the other eye was
fine.

Keeping his hand in my mouth he pushed his other hand round me and pulled
my body up against his. His mouth went up against my ear and whispered
something.

- mnghSorry? I said, with difficulty, through his fingers. mnghPardon?
- You're mine, cunt.
- Oh, I said, thinking 'I was afraid of that'.

Then he drew back, made a sipping noise with his lips, leaned towards my
left eye and spat a gob into it. So now I couldn't really see because one
eye was clogged up and the other sort of half closed in sympathy. I thought
I'd got somebody who would give me a rotten time which I wouldn't enjoy
very much and then leave me covered in marks, pissed off and tired so I
wouldn't be able to do anything enjoyable for several days afterwards. It
made me pissed just thinking about it but with his hand in my mouth, his
spit in my eye, my hands tied behind my back and being in a slightly
crowded dark Ye Dungeon, my best hope was that he would get distracted by
someone else, that another person would come over and take pity on my sorry
situation and release me so I could go home p.h. have a shower and get some
sleep. I was disillusioned by this Ye Dungeon business.

He was looking at me with a slight smile. He took his hand out of my mouth
and went behind me from where he put his hand back in my mouth and the
other his worked up into my ass crack. A finger worked roughly into my
asshole. Thats all I needed - the brute. His hand left my mouth and rubbed
down my chest. I hadnt been able to swallow so a whole load of my spittle
ran dwon my face and followed his hand. Thus lubricated, he started
caressing my dick and balls. Quite gently actually. He probed between my
legs and gently stroked me there. His finger left my hole and that hand
started to cup, stroke and fondle my ass cheeks. Now that I didnt have to
look at his face it was quite nice, in fact.

- Like that ass... Like that yeh?

I couldn't disagree that I was receiving a certain amount of pleasure. My
eye had sort of cleared and my asshole was puckering up again the way it
should be.

- Thank you Sir, I murmered.
- Wassthat?
- I said thank you Sir.

Was that too loud? I think everyone heard. He gave me a little pat on the
bottom and walked off.

But I'd got a hardon. I was on heat. I wanted seeing to. Where was he? The
room was in darkness, the men were ignoring me like I wasn't this piece of
meat tied up, gagging for it and plainly available and unable to resist any
kind of abuse or advance. What was up with them? I started to wonder if I
was trapped in one of my horrendously dissapointing dreams again - where
I'm on heat but nobody will have sex with me. I wished now that I had
bitten his fingers when I had the chance. That would have put the cat
amongst the dream chickens. To this day I don't know why no one came up to
investigate me. Perhaps I didnt look very cute and adorable. I was as hard
as hell though and I didn't care too much how much anyone saw it. Then the
lights came on and I couldn't see anything at all, even through half closed
eyelids. I'd never stayed at the Ye Dungeon til lights out before. Goodness
it was bright.

Like phantoms the various stragglers at the club either wandered towards
the coatcheck, or proceeded with their lustful activities. I watched each
of them finally finish and go but nobody reacted at all to me - except that
I suppose one or two did steal a glance in my direction. At long last there
was just me and the barman - I could hear him clearing up behind me.

- We've got to go now, I heard him say.
- Righteeo, said another older voice immediately behind my ear.

I hadn't realised that there was anybody there and now I felt the
incredible relief as the hands of the man with the droopy eye caressed
smoothly around my body, stroking my cooled skin, gently feeling my
nipples, toying with my cock - which assumed its previous upright position
- and, finally, his hands went back, one into my mouth and the other
between my asscheeks.

- Are you ready there then? He whispered, poking my hole gently with his
finger in time to the words. He removed his hand from my mouth just far
enough for me to speak.

- Yes.. I suppose so ... Sir

I didn't think I should be too enthusiastic until I had got my hands free
and I could establish just what exactly he had in mind for me. It was a
usual work day tomorrow and I had wanted to go to the gym first thing. I
could sense my entire workaday routine going to pot. It was almost
annoying. Almost irritating. Almost.

I felt him untying my hands and they fell down, suddenly aching. Suddenly
incredibly tired, I drooped slightly.

- Here's your things. Put them on.

My jeans and stuff landed with a thump in front of me. He must have pinched
my coat-check ticket out from my sock....when? I knelt down and took my
boots off so that I could put my jeans on easily.

- You're taking your time. Are you into this or do you just want to go home?
- No. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I wont be long. I'm hurrying as fast as I can.

Now why did I say it like that? Like I was full of enthusiasm? I suppose, I
must have got my hardon coming on when I was touched and going away again
and then coming back when he touched me again, or spoke, and I was, I
suppose, up for something to happen. I was aroused. I could have just gone
home and wanked myself to sleep, but I was aroused and I wanted something
to happen to me. I was driven by a whole load of motivations to have a
genuine experience rather than some day to day orgasm like you might get
just by using your imagination. I was aroused. I stared at my bootlaces in
order to concentrate on tying them. It was difficult to think. I tried to
make a plan - sketch out some intentions in my head. I couldn't make any
progress in this direction. I picked up my shirt and was about to stand
when his booted foot appeared in front of me.

- Don't put that on, boy. No more time. Now stand and get out that
door. Hurry, the place is closing up.

He spoke normally. I stood up and glanced at him before turning sharply and
trotting out. I hardly looked at him. I didn't have to. I knew what to
expect. He was horrible. I wouldnt want anyone to know I was sleeping with
him, I thought to myself. Geezzz, I must have been on heat because as I
walked my prik rubbed against the material of my jeans roughly, and it
ached like it had been hard for just about hours.

Outside in the cold he walked ahead of me towards his car. It was a red
saloon, like a Mondeo or something. This is so undignified, I'm going off
to a chintzy flat in some creepy 70's housing estate probably, I thought. A
slight breeze swept my chest and I crossed my arms. I went to the passenger
door of the car and stood there waiting for it to be unlocked. He fumbled
with his keys. Wearing a cruddy sleeveless leather jacket over a blue
shirt, unbuttoned to reveal an uninspiring chest sporting a single nipple
ring. There was that black body hair again. His trousers were real bikers
thick shiny old leather with a blet buckle that looked like an american
eagle... cliche city.

- Get in.

Best not to make conversation, I opened the door and got in. The vinyl
seats stuck to my back at once. He started fiddling with the keys at the
steering column. He was breathing heavily. He was always breathing heavily,
in fact. His legs seemed to be a bit cramped, making the key business all
the more awkward. Finally the engine was started and he put the heating
on. Thank goodness. I was cold. I had been shivering in fact.

- Cold? He said
- A bit. I'm fine. Thanks.
- Open the glove compartment.

I did so. A little light came on and I could see a copy of a novel with the
picture of a space craft on the front. A large red planet behind it and an
explosion near the title 'Star Shine Trilogy 2: MarsRise'. Hmm. I like
books with pictures of space craft and explosions on the cover.

- There's some handcuffs in there. I want you to put them on. Cool with that?
- I...
- Get them out.
I felt around and got them.

- Got them?
- Yes.
- Got the key?
- No...
- The keys are in there somewhere.
I felt around and this time I didn't get anywhere.

- I cant seem to find them... Sir, I said.

He reached his hand over and rootled about. He must have found them. He
dropped them with a little tinkle between my legs and then seemed to have
an idea. He grabbed my chin roughly and pulled my face towards his and
kissed me. His mouth tasted... sweet. Marvellous, like very very clean
sweet water. I was amazed and immediately stuck my tounge out to taste some
more of his marvellous mouth. His toungue played with mine. He was
delicious. I closed my eyes and dug my toungue in as far as I could.

- You like that boy, he said.
- Yes Sir!

He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

- Good. Boy. Get down there.

His legs eased apart slightly indicating what he meant, then he put his
hand behind my neck and pushed my face towards his crotch. I almost fell
forward and my nose hit the leather bulge of his trousers with a bump. I
lay there and didn't move. It was an extremely uncomfortable position - but
I felt oddly enthusiastic... I wanted to get his dick out. Pushing my head
against the steering wheel, I manoevered my fingers up to the Eagle belt
buckle and forced it open. Then I awkwardly prised each fly button open. He
was holding his stomach in to help me. He had a jock strap on and his prick
was pulsating quietly beneath. I was about to get it out when he stopped me
with one hand by pushing my face in to his crotch harder.

Difficult as it was, he started the engine, engaged the gear and drove
off. My head, occassionally bumped and lurched with the movement of the
car. I couldn't see anything at all except his body immediately in front of
me, but my lips were pressing most of the time into his cock which was
kinda hard kinda soft at the same time. I got to know that little patch of
territory very well in the next few minutes but my thoughts started to take
on a flavour of self pity. I remembered that cute guy who had tied me up at
Ye Dungeon. I remembered all the cute guys who I hadn't had sex with. 'Why
oh why does it always end up like this?' I asked myself. 'Why oh why do I
always end up with the most patently ugly old troll in the room when there
are cute little guys as cute and horny as I am gagging for a rollicking
good time but dont come forward? They dont approach me, they dont want to
have sex with me, they dont even seem to like me. What have I done to
deserve this incredible level of humiliation in my life? Even when some one
cute like this guy who tied me up tonight comes over and smiles, it turns
out he has been put up to it. Why oh why didn't he want to sleep with me
and be my boyfriend and live with me for ever and ever in a little flat
near the gay area of town with a pet labrador?'

And so it goes on. But at traffic-lights my Master - I suppose he is -
stroked my hair or pushed a finger down my behind or patted my back and
said things like 'That's a good boy' until I started to lick his bulging
prik and inhale his smell.

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This is part one of how we met.
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