Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 23:29:28 +0100
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Memories Chapter 4 [revised]

Memories by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter 4


Early the following summer they decided they needed a night out and told me
they knew just where to go. We drove to a town a short distance away and
from what I could make out in the dusk, round to the end of the local
playing fields. There was a dilapidated cottage. they walked me over
to. When we walked in I could see at once why they had chosen it. Quite
obviously it seldom got cleaned as the floor was almost black with
ingrained dirt and only one of the stalls had a door on. It was of an old
fashioned design with a row of 4 double sided urinals down the centre, 3
stalls on one side wall and a couple of sinks on the other.



"Strip", I was told abruptly and did so without question handing my clothes
over to the boys who placed them in a holdall. "Now sit", pointing to the
step in front of the urinals facing the sinks. No sooner had I done so than
my arms were stretched out and the straps on my wrists fastened off at
either end of the urinals. In some respects the boys and I had, by now, a
strange relationship. For most of the time we were business partners, very
good friends, possibly even a relationship. Most nights I slept with one or
the other, quite often both, usually with a mild s/m content. However, it
never caused any problems if they or I wanted a night of so to speak.



 At the same time we all wanted occasionally to expand the scene so to
speak, but only did so when all three of us were involved. We all got off
on a scene where I would get abused and they got off on seeing me hurt and
used. I had known that such a situation was on the cards when earlier that
evening, after we had eaten, they told me to go and prepare myself as they
were taking me out. Knowing what this meant I went and cleaned myself up,
dressed in a tracksuit and shorts, straps on my wrists and ankles, and
presented myself for their inspection.  We had worked out a course of
action over the past year or so and from now on I only spoke when asked a
question and obeyed them without question.



After tying me down one of them bent down and fastened a leather cock and
ball strap round my equipment and then having placed a carrier bag in the
sink started to leave the room.  "Don.t worry", I heard, "you.ve been well
advertised," and with that they were gone. What had they cooked up for me
this time? For once I was more than a little apprehensive. A dirty strange
cottage in a town I hardly knew. Anyone might come in. And what did they
mean by well advertised.? Even so I couldn.t help but get an erection in
the circumstances, realising at the same time they had not allowed me to
empty my bladder and the sound of dripping water from one of the stalls was
having its usual effect and I would soon need to relive the pressure.



I heard the door open but tied down as I was couldn.t see who came in. I
heard footsteps approach the urinal behind me and a grunt as he obviously
saw my body splayed out on the other side. Then the sound of a zip being
pulled down and a sigh as a stream of piss resounded in the trough behind
me. When he had finished there was no sound of the zip being pulled back
up, just his breathing becoming more distinct and then footsteps walking
round to stand in front of me. Raising my head I could see a hand massaging
a medium sized cock that sprouted from a pair of jeans. He was standing
astride my outstretched legs, too close for me to see much more. "The
advert says you suck," said a voice as he pushed his cock toward my face.



Without giving myself time to think about it I opened my mouth and started
to tongue and suck on his cock. Soon my anonymous user was moaning and
squirming, loving it as I worked on his prick. This made me even more
aggressive, nibbling and chewing to give him greater pleasure but he hardly
needed it as very quickly he came shooting an enormous load in my mouth
without warning and faster than I could swallow. He pulled out wiping his
cock in my hair before putting it away and zipping up his jeans.



As he walked away without saying another word I thought to myself that he
could at least have said thank you.. I heard the door open again, swish too
and throw a few time, and finally bang shut. From the corner of my eye I
noticed more than one set of feet come into view, all wearing sneakers. A
mumble of voices and the sound of zips were soon followed by an assorted
stream of piss being aimed at and pouring over my body. Then a cock coming
into view and being placed at my lips. It was coloured and cut. Just as I
liked them. I couldn.t help myself but licked my lips and pushed my head
forward as far as possible in order to approach the weapon aimed at my
face. The owner just waggled it around, occasionally brushing my lips.



Finally I heard myself saying, "Let me suck it." I continued to beg to suck
the guys cock. After all the training with the boys, it was almost
automatic. "Hey, Luke," one of the unseen companions said, "why don.t you
show him what he.s asking for?" "Sure! Good idea!" Luke stood, dropped his
pants and stuck his firmly muscled cock in my face, sticking his fingers in
my mouth and spreading it wide open. "Lick this, boy!"



"Oh, yeah," I groaned, putting a sexy growl in my voice, "I want to suck
your cock, I want to worship it, oh baby make me do it, make me eat it, sit
on my face, grind it in, oh yeah -".



"Jeez, the kid is good", Luke said. And as he pulled away and I could see
that the guy was hard as a rock. Luke knelt to peer at me and his face was
flushed. "Boy, you are one hot number. If you suck as well as you talk, I.m
gonna fuck your face for an hour!"



"Hey, Luke give us a turn!" "Yeah!" "Keep your pants on!" Luke looked me in
the face as I squirmed when he pressed his trainer clad foot on my balls
then reached over and down to grasp my helpless cock, stroking me. "No -
no, please -". Luke stroked me firmly, looking at me with lust in his
eyes. I knew he just had to be gay and started to wonder about the others.
After all the stimulation, I knew I wouldn.t last long. "No - please -
don.t make me come - please - ah - ah - oh god – oh please - oh - oh
-". And then I cried out, erupting in a series of white jets that splashed
into his hand and over my stomach.



Luke watched every squirt and squirm, grinning. "You sure are a horny boy
aren.t you?" He gave my cock an affectionate squeeze. "Don.t forget - my
cock, and your face!" With a lewd grin, hee moved back and I saw him wipe
his cum covered hand over his cock before plunging it into my mouth. After
ramming his cock down my throat a couple of times he pulled out and jacked
off over my face. I moaned with shame feeling his come drip down my
face. He was still hard. The next guy got in place and it was pretty much
the same deal, only no jack-off this time. Just hot streams of cum down my
throat. Whilst this last session was going on I.d heard the door open and
several more people had entered.



Even with all I was going through I could hear them talking lowly and
obviously watching intently. "Hey", somebody said, "I want to piss now and
he.s covering up the urinals." "So what", said another, "just do it
anyway". Almost before I knew what was happening they were all pissing at
me, joking to see who could get up over my head.



"He.s yours if you want, we.ve finished", I heard a voice say as I heard
the bathroom door slam as they departed and I slumped over the urinal in
shame. I couldn.t believe what I.d just done!

Toilet whore for a bunch of total strangers! And I was still tied to the
urinal. I just had to hope my masters would come in soon.

Looking up I saw that not everyone had left. Luke was still there as were
half a dozen boys in their late teens/early twenties, a couple of whom I
recognised from earlier parties in the woods, possibly from the track as
they were all seemed to be dressed in running shorts and singlet.s.  Also
by the door I could see my masters but they were making out that they
didn.t know me and I knew better than to acknowledge any of them. Obviously
they had been keeping an eye on things but weren.t going to interrupt. Luke
told me to sit as the coloured boys stood around grinning and fondling
their cocks. I could see that some of them were excited already. I made to
move away from the urinal but Luke pushed me back and down onto the step.



Then he pulled my arms out further from my body with the ropes that were
still attached and tied off at the end of the urinal. I was sat on the step
with my legs splayed out in front of me, unable to move and all could see I
was splashed with piss and cum from the College jocks who had just
left. "Who wants to piss on this boy then" asked Luke and it didn.t take
long for them to shrug out of their shorts and play streams of hot piss all
over me. I couldn.t help it. Even in this predicament I could feel myself
getting hard again. "Look" said Luke, pushing my cock and balls around with
his boot. "Boy here likes you. Why not try him with a black cock.



They just had to have been at least bi as before I could breathe a thick
black cock was thrust into my face and black fingers pulled at my mouth to
force it open. As it entered a pair of hands grabbed hold of my head from
behind and pulled it back hard.  Spread-eagled as I was and with my head
held I couldn.t move as the boy fucked my face for all his worth. Just as
he came the urinal started to flush and sprayed all over me as he pulled
away.  "Well, that.s cleaned him up", said Luke, who seemed to have taken
control of the situation.  "Let.s try something else".



With that he untied me from the urinal and told me to lie down on the
floor.  "It.s filthy", I responded as I could hardly make out the colour of
the tiles under the dirt and grime tracked in from the sports field. All he
did was attach a pair of tit clamps and tell me to lie down again. I looked
over at my masters and knew I had no choice. I lay on my back and he pulled
my arms out again, tying them off with at the frame on the stall
doors. "Who wants to play with him then", he asked the others and after
some whispered conversation one knelt down over my chest and aimed his cock
at my mouth. As his body came to rest on the tit clamps I let out a groan
and he started to get up but Luke told him to continue. Someone else
fastened the straps round my cock and balls and then started to flick them
with his hand. The pain hit me hard and I couldn.t help but pull my head
back of the cock that was just entering my mouth. He slapped me round the
face and said he would teach me a lesson for disobeying.



"We.ve brought you for the afternoon and what we want is what we get. Get
It?" This was the first intonation I had of what my masters had decided
would be a good birthday present for me.  To be hired out to what seemed to
be a bunch of randy black college kids. I heard the door open again and a
voice said, "You see. I told you he.d still be here".  Glancing over I saw
one of my earlier abusers had returned bringing several more new faces with
him.  "O God", I thought to myself. "When was this going to end?" Even so,
I had one of the biggest erections I could ever remember but strapped up as
it was knew I.d bequite unable to cum.



"Hold his legs up," said the boy on my chest as he got off. White boy here
needs teaching who.s boss. I felt my legs being pulled up in the air and
with my wrists tied behind was immobilised. A whish and a strap fell across
my arse that now had the vibrating butt plug up it again. Before I could
cry out another strap and yet another. "That.s what you get if you don.t

Satisfy us, get it?" With which my legs were spread-eagled again and tied
off somewhere and the coloured boy knelt straddling my chest again. This
time he knelt with his thighs either side of my head and looked into my
eyes. "Fuck him with those toys and tie of his nuts," he said. "I want to
see him hurt."He held my head tightly as the others did as he said.
Fucking my arse with the big dildos, flicking my cock and balls and pulling
on the chain attached to the tit clamps.



Someone held a popper soaked cloth under my nose and I started to get off
on it again. "Open your mouth" he said, as he started to piss over my chest
and up to my face.  "Hold it in your mouth, and don.t swallow", and I tried
to obey as he sprayed over my face and into my open mouth. As he finished
pissing he moved further up my head and placed his slowly hardening cock in
my mouth where I was trying hard not to swallow his piss. He placed his
knees either side of my head and grabbed hold of my hair pulling my face
into his crotch and his cock down my throat. "Right", he said, "This end.s
mine. You can do what you want with the rest of him just so long as I can
see him in pain". Then he pulled his cock out and as I swallowed he forced
a hard rubber gag in my mouth that had a round hole in the middle.



I.d not seen him get it out of my bag but he knew what it was for as he
immediately rammed his now half hard cock through the hole and back down my
throat. "Just so as you won.t bite if my friends get carried away", he
said. Meanwhile my legs had been hauled further apart and up into the air
tied off somewhere overhead. This left my arse, cock and balls readily
available to the others who were having a good time abusing them. The
coloured boy sitting astride my head had felt back and was pulling and
pinching my nipples as his cock got harder and harder, larger and larger
until it was half in and half out of my mouth.



"Hey", he said, "someone come round here and piss over my cock". And sure
enough, someone did. I couldn.t see their face but I saw another black cock
come into view and then a stream of piss splash over his chest and then
down to his cock as it went into my mouth. As the stream trickled down his
cock and into my mouth he started to fuck my face.  Obviously water sports
were nothing new to him. Even this wasn.t enough for him. "Anyone ready to
cum?"  On getting a couple of Yays, "then wank over my cock", he said. This
time I could see two black cocks come into view, one darker and larger than
the other, and their owners jacking off for all they were worth. In no time
I saw them both start to judder and then streams of cum shot forth, over my
face, over his chest, but mainly over his cock, which he then forced fully
into my moth telling me to clean it up. It was not that I passed out
exactly but from then on I was not really clear what happened. Continuous
jolts of poppers have a tendency to release my mind. I just had a vague
recollection of walking out, stark naked and covered in cum and piss,
driving the brothers home, and being worked on and fucked at both.