Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 19:45:01 PST
From: Matthew Taylor <owen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slut Beginnings

			Slut Beginnings : Part1	

	The story I am about to tell took place several years ago, not long
after my 16th birthday. This will involve graphic description of sex
between males, some of it not necessarily consensual.

	I had gone to the nearby town of Ellon with my friends to take part
in a small soccer tournament that was being held as part of the yearly
Gala. We were moderately successful but were knocked out of the tournament
at the semi final stage. Thus we had the afternoon free to enjoy ourselves
at the Fair.
	We spent some time wandering around the various stalls and games,
spending money, eating snacks and of course amusing ourselves with tales of
conquests among the girls at school (real or imagined). However I was
finding it difficult to get into the spirit of things with the rest of the
lads as I had noticed I was being watched as we strolled around.
	Whichever stall we were at , whenever I looked around I would see
the same guy staring at me, if I looked at him he would maintain eye
contact until I became nervous and had to look away, but he made no attempt
to approach me. The guy was about 6'3'' and pretty well built, with short
cropped dark hair and several days worth of dark stubble. He appeared to be
about 30 and was dressed scruffily in a pair of faded combat trousers,
scuffed leather jacket and boots. He certainly wasn't particularly handsome
but his face was striking due to his dark intense stare. After about an
hour of this scrutiny I decided to leave, especially when I noticed the
unmistakable bulge at the front of the guy's combats.
	I said goodbye to my friends and set off to the bus stop which was
about 20 minutes walk. On the way there the amount of juice and I had drunk
while playing football and wandering the fair caught up with me and I made
a bee line for the nearest public toilet.
	I walked in, still in my shorts and T-shirt from the football ( the
rest of my clothes in a duffel bag), seeing two guys at the urinals I made
for the first cubicle. Despite the fact that I was something of a fast
developer physically (I was about 5'9'' with what may be described as a
lean build and while not hugely endowed I did possess what I considered to
be respectable dick about 6'' in length) I was somewhat nervous about
standing next to full grown guys, never knowing how to stand or where to
look. I entered the cubicle, closing the door behind me I noticed the lock
was broken and settled for pushing the door to. I turned, pushed my shorts
down far enough to free my dick and started too piss. In mid flow I heard
footsteps moving toward the exit and self consciously gave a sigh of
relief.
	I was just shaking the last drops of piss when I sensed a movement
behind me! Before I could turn a powerful hand clamped it self over my
mouth and another grabbed my right wrist and pulled it with ease behind my
back! I felt a large body move in close and almost immediately I felt
something thick and hard as an iron bar rubbing against the cheeks of my
arse which I had unwittingly exposed.
	' Keep quiet and you'll come out of this okay, maybe even enjoy
it. Understand?'
	The quiet, harsh voice left no room for argument and the pressure
on my wrist let me know that this man got get what he wanted very easily,
it was up to me how hard it would be on me! I managed to nod and the hand
on my mouth slid down and the muscular arm moved across the front of my
neck and shoulders and tugged me back a step. My arm was released and the
other hand moved down my side and came to rest on my buttock, the fingers
began to knead and grope, hard! The other hand began to wander down as well
until it brushed against my dick! I gasped. I was rock hard, almost
painfully so! There was a soft chuckle from behind me.
	" I was right about you, you little boyslut. Knew you'd like it,
like to be fucked good and hard!"  His mouth was only inches from my left
ear and I could feel the stubble against my skin. The hand left my aching
cock and moved round behind me, joining the other in feeling my buttcheeks,
one hand came to rest on the crack of my arse and a large finger began to
push between the cheeks. Without realising what I was doing I reached round
behind me and started to spread my arsecheeks. I felt like I was in some
kind of trance, all I knew was that my would -be assailant was right I
wanted to be fucked, fucked hard! I wanted him to use me, the feeling was
incredible, I had never experienced emotions this strong before! I wanted
to be his boyslut, wanted him to take me with no regard for my comfort or
pleasure.
	"That's right slut, spread those cheeks" he hissed into my ear
. With a hard thrust his thick finger entered my virgin hole. I gasped out
loud with a mixture of the physical pain caused by the dry penetration and
pleasure from the rush of filthy images and emotions my mind was filling
with. Again the quiet chuckle; "Nice tight virgin arse, you've got nice
cheeks boy. I'm going to enjoy making you my little fuck slave! Now lean
forward put your hands against the wall. Good fuckslave! Now that we're
getting on so well, why don't you tell me what you really want?"
	I licked my lips, my mouth had gone so dry " I want it" I whispered
	"Not good enough fucktoy!" came the reply. Behind me I could hear
him removing his jacket, and as he placed it on the floor I saw his hand
remove something from one of the pockets.
	"Now tell me boy what you want me to do to that nice pert arse?"
	"Ppplease ..." I stammered, my dick seemed even harder, my head was
swimming "please fuck me! Please I want you to fuck my arse!" My voice grew
stronger as I grew more desperate to meet my fate at his hands. The finger
was back in my hole, I had hardly noticed it enter, then I felt a second
finger, then a third, the left hand holding my cheeks open. My legs almost
buckled.
	"Carry on with what you were saying boy"
	" Oh god" I moaned "Please fuck me with your big cock, I need you
to fuck me, use me, rape my arse! I'm just your little fuckslave, you can
do anything. Please, please FUCK me!"
	I was completely desperate now, the pain of his thrusting fingers
was gone now and I needed more, I couldn't believe how much more I actually
wanted! In the space of a few moments I had gone from thinking of myself as
a normal hetero teen, to knowing myself to be a willing fuckslave!
	I heard the sound of a zipper and moaned with lust, pushing my arse
back to meet his thrusting hand. He stepped closer, placing one hand on my
back and pushing my T-shirt up. Then a hand came round in front of my face.
	"Put this on now!" he ordered, it was a chain, dangling from it was
a small glass bottle. I slipped the chain round my neck, his hands forced
me further down, bent over the bottle swung beneath my face.
	"Now get ready boyslut!" he took hold of my waist and then I felt
the incredible sensation of his soft/hard cockhead against my cheeks. I
moaned as I realised it must be huge! Several inches longer and thicker
than mine! It was slick, he must have applied some kind of lube, he ran the
head up and down my arsecrack, I tried to push back but his hands held me
in place.
	"Take a deep breath boy, here it comes!" I did as he said and
almost immediately my head started to spin as the fumes from the bottle hit
me, my knees almost gave way but again his hands held me. At the same time
I heard a loud grunt and the breath left my lungs as his hips jerked
forwards and drove his huge cock hilt deep into my arse. He pulled back and
then thrust again even harder this time. I could scarcely breathe let alone
speak as he fucked into me, my own cock twitched and pulsed as it drooled
precum. I was pushed hard against the wall as he continued his assault upon
my virgin arse. He did everything I had begged for, hoped for. His thrusts
were fast and brutally hard, he was using me purely for his pleasure and I
was loving it!
	Within minutes of his initial thrust my cock started spewing come
like never before in my short sexual life, it made no difference to him he
continued pumping me like sex doll. My head was still spinning from the
fumes and the aftermath of my come, but I could hear him breathing
obscenities in my ear, slapping my arse cheeks as he spoke.
	"Fuck you little slag, make you my boypussy. Rent you out, get you
gangfucked, raped by fags, you'll be swimming in spunk. Teach you to be
nice little cocksucker! You'd fucking love that wouldn't you, eh? drink
gallons of spunk!"
	I tried to tell him I would do anything he told me no matter how
filthy but I could only gasp and moan in pleasure and pain. My cock was
starting to get hard again as he pounded into me. His hands came round in
front under my T-shirt and the fingers latched onto my nipples, pulling,
squeezing. Harder and harder as the thrusts of his mighty cock came ever
faster and deeper. I was struggling to stay on my feet as he rammed into,
forced up onto my toes as he fucked into me. he paused for a second, drew
his huge dick out, I whimpered, begged him to keep going , my cock
twitching again. I started to reach for my dick.
	"Leave it, you're here for my pleasure, not yours" My hand snatched
away from my dick.
	"On your knees slaveboy, grab the bowl" I did as told and felt him
crouch behind me, again with one powerful thrust he was in me again, I
could feel his pubes against my skin as he started fucking again.  If
anything it was more intense than before, I loved the feel of his shaft as
it battered into me. He never seemed to miss a stroke or slow
down. Grabbing my arms he held both my wrists behind my back in one strong
hand, his other hand grasped the hair at the back of my head. Then he
really started to fuck me!!
	I couldn't believe it, I was in heaven being effectively raped,
despite being a willing participant now, I was moaning, gasping, begging
for more, to be used like a little queer slut. This was what seemed to make
it for me, the idea that I had no control whatsoever, he could use me as he
wished, give me to whoever he wanted and I would accept it all!
	His fucking seemed to go on forever, fast and brutal, and I was in
ecstasy. Eventually his thrusts slowed and I heard a fierce grunt from him
and felt a pulse run up the length of his beautiful shaft. Then he was
coming, spurt after spurt of creamy spunk was shooting into my bowels. The
thought alone finished me and I started coming again. He continued to pump
me as his cock spewed it's load. Finally with a long groan he pulled out of
my punished arse and released his grip on me. I slumped on the floor,
whimpering in pleasure. I heard himself zipping up and putting on his
jacket, then
	"I'll see you again boy. There's a place and time in your bag, be
there or you'll regret it, understand slut!" He pushed me with his boot. I
nodded but couldn't find the wherewithal to speak.
	"Good boy, don't be late now!".....

	Two weeks later I was in the city, wandering around in a pair of
tight jeans, T-shirt, trainers and denim jacket. In the jacket pocket was a
much creased and folded piece of paper, my hand on it as I walked. My pulse
was racing and I was covered in a sheen of sweat as I headed to my
destination, I was having trouble trying not to pant as I walked, telling
myself to calm down. Since that day I had been unable to think straight, I
had been wanking every chance I got, but it wasn't enough, I had stolen an
old dildo of my sisters and fucked myself sore with it, but it still wasn't
enough. I needed more and he knew what I needed.
	I arrived at the railway station, having told my parents I was
staying at a friends that night, they were pretty relaxed about it as I had
no school the next day. I headed straight for the toilets, the station was
quiet, it was late, almost midnight. I walked in early, heading for the
centre cubicle as instructed, it was occupied! I forced myself to be
patient, I paced the floor getting puzzled stares from the few men who used
the urinals. Then I heard the flush and saw the door to my cubicle open. I
darted forward.
	Out stepped a huge black guy, he must have been almost 6'6'', he
looked like a bouncer, black bomber jacket over a black T-shirt, smart
black trousers. His head was shaved. He smirked as I made for the vacated
cubicle,
	"What's up, something special about this one?" he asked surveying
the row of empty cubicles.  I blushed as I hurried past him, turned and
locked the door, the last thing I saw was him flick his tongue over his
lips as he watched me.
	I saw that there was indeed something special about the cubicle,
holes in both walls at about waist height, easily large enough for someone
to reach through, let alone look through. my cock became even harder. I
hung my jacket on the back of the door and then my T-shirt and jeans, my
trainers left on the floor. I was left in only the items of clothing that
had been written on the piece of paper, a pair of women's' silk panties and
stockings!
	Both of these I had stolen from my older sister, she was 21 and had
a similar waist size to mine, although the panties were stretched tight
over my throbbing prick. Her stockings fitted me rather well, due to my
slender build and the feeling of silk against my skin was turning me on,
but not as much as the thoughts of what was about to happen.
	I remained standing as I had been told, time seemed to drag to a
standstill, but then I heard footsteps approaching! My breathing quickened,
the steps entered the cubicle to my left. Silence. I stared forwards
straining to hear any noise from next door. Then came that quiet, evil
chuckle,
	"Good little fuckslave, are those panties nice and tight?"
	"Yessir" I breathed
	"Oh that's good, face away from me, get on your knees back against
the wall. Now!"
	I knelt as told knees wide apart, I felt his hands come under the
partition wall, stroking over my silk covered arse, cock and balls and down
onto my thighs.
	"Put your hands behind you down here."
	I felt cold metal against my wrists and then, SNAP! Loud in the
silence. My god I was Handcuffed! My cock twitched violently.
	"Turn round, stay on your knees", I did so to find I was staring
straight at the most incredible sight. He had pushed his prick through the
hole in the wall, it stood erect and throbbing, at least 10'' and massively
thick! I noticed a tight leather ring right at the base of his shaft, and
stared enraptured at the pulsing blue vein running up it. He was
circumcised and I stared at the beautiful swollen head of his dick, almost
mesmerised.
	"I think you can guess what I want, right you faggot slut!?"
	Slowly I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the bulbous tip,
relishing the slightly salty taste of him, inhaling the musky odour.
	"Yesss, that's right lick it, all the way down and all the way up,
now round the head. That's good , very good. You learn fast cockslave. Now
take the head in your mouth."
	Again I did as I was told instantly, stretching my jaws wide to
accomodate him, as he entered my mouth I flicked my tongue lightly over the
knob, then pressed the tip into the tiny hole. I was rewarded with a groan
and a shudder. I couldn't get enough, I wanted all of this lovely organ
down my throat as it had been up inside me, I wanted him to spray his jism
into my belly, over my lips, into my face. I was beginning to get off just
imagining this. Slowly he began to rock his hips, fucking his cock deeper
and deeper into my waiting mouth.
	At first I gagged as he started to thrust, but soon I managed to
relax my throat and gobble more of his succulent meat. he started to move
faster, harder, then he was fucking my face in earnest. Long, hard strokes,
reaching right to the back of my throat, precum was leaking out and I
swallowed the juice as quickly as I could, hungry for more. I was going
wild imagining the scene, imagining it getting even more sordid. Pictures
whirled through my mind.
	Then he stopped, his cock left my straining mouth with an audible
pop as I struggled to hold onto it. I moaned softly in disappointment.
	"Get up, turn around."
	As I turned his hand grabbed the cuffs and I was pulled against the
wall of the cubicle, another SNAP, something was clipped to the cuffs. A
rough hand slipped into my taut panties, fingering my arsecrack, oiling it
up.
	"Yeah that's right slut you're about to get yours, hard and fast,
just the way you love it!"
	He forced two fingers up my butt, I moaned again, then started as I
saw movement in the other cubicle. Part of me almost died with the thought
that I had been observed acting like some sort of depraved sex slave, but
the other part wanted this, wanted more filth, to be a slave, act like a
cock hugry slut. And that part was in control.
	My panties were rolled down to expose my buttcheeks but still
constrained my cock which was rock solid. A third finger pushed into my now
well oiled hole.
	"Bend forward fuckboy, right down! That's it, good toy! You really
do want to be shagged don't you, fucking gagging for it!"
	The thought occured to me that he probably already knew we had an
audience, had wanted there to be, after all he was fully in control
here. The only person out of control was me! I decided to put on a show for
our mystery guest.
	"YES, I want, I NEED your cock. Fuck it up my pert boy arse, bugger
me you perverted bastard! You know you want to use me, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
	He hauled back on the cuffs at the same time as he rammed his shaft
into my greased hole, his belly slapping into my cheeks. I gave out a mixed
yell of pleasure/gasp of pain at the roughness of his entry. He began
fucking me, HARD! Balls slapping against me, he pulled almost all the way
out before hammering back into me, using the cuffs to pull me back to meet
his thrusts (not that I was going to try and escape the delicious
pain/pleasure he was giving me)
	Once more I was whimpering, moaning and almost sobbing with therush
of emotions and sensations as he took me violently, my eyes were screwed
tightly shut as the images of our coupling flooded my imagination.
	Then a new voice; "That's wild man, really fucking wild." Deep,
throaty voice from the other adjacent cubicle " You really love cock little
boy?"
	I nodded vigourously and started to answer but before I could,
someone answered for me.
	"He certainly loves cock, he's just a little cock slave, more the
merrier. Why don't you give him a try?" He never lost pace or power on his
thrust as he spoke, in fact if anything he fucked harder. "Boyslut you be
nice to our guest and have a taste of his nice dick, understand.? And while
we're at it unlock the door in case anyone else wants to join in!"
	I was too far gone to refuse and reached out and pulled the latch
of the door open, now anyone could just push the door open to watch my sex
show!
	I faced forward and opened my eyes, swaying before me was an
enormous, semi-hard , ebony cock, even bigger than the dick buggering me
with such force at that moment. It had to be the bouncer guy! I was in some
kind of fantasy world! With no hesitation I reached with my tongue and
began to lick this black monster for all I was worth. I couln't believe it
as it swelled even more under my ministrations, the thing was incredible!
The taste alone was enough to make me cream into my panties.
	"Hold that mouth steady pretty boy, I'm goin to fuck it!"
	With that he slowly slipped the head past my lips, my jaw ached as
I stretched for him, still being fucked with abandon from behind. Then he
started to fuck it in and they were playing piggy-in-the-middle. I grunted
with joy as I was savaged from both ends, practically suspended on a spit
consisting of two huge poles of manmeat. My legs were on fire as I was
forced onto my toes, my wrists were chafed and my jaw was in agony but I
was delirious with pleasure. I had already shot 2 loads but they were still
fucking me like the cock hungry slut I now knew I was.
	A cool breeze on my side told me someone had opened the door but I
had neither the ability or the inclination to see who, impaled as I was on
these two rods.
	"Yeah, suck that black cock you bitch, take it all in, all the
way. Christ! Look at that arse! Yes fuck the bitch raw!"
	I could hear the words and they seemed too spur my two cock masters
on to even more furious fucking. I could also hear a strange whirring noise
and clicks, the flashes of light caused me to realise someone was taking
photographs! This was the last straw, my mind was completely awash with
lurid images of my young body being displayed so lewdly for other peoples
pleasure that I almost collapsed.
	At that moment my mouth was deserted and I felt the first hot
blasts of cock cream spray into my face, coating my cheeks, lips and
forehead in a lovely spunk glaze.
	"Oh Yess! Right on the face, yeah cover him!"
	I felt yet more spunk rain down on my back and shoulders and
realised that there was more than one person outside the cubicle. Yet still
my first master fucked into me, plunging into me fiercely, then with a
shout he pulled out and exploded over my arsecheeks!
	As I collapsed to the floor I saw a tall blonde man in his early
20s, wearing a suit, standing in the doorway, camera in one hand, erect
cock in the other. Behind him was an evil looking guy, all black hair and
biker's leathers. The cameraman started to advance, finger still clicking
away on the button as cock started to spew another load all over me! As he
backed out of the cubicle the biker strode in, grabbed my ankle and dragged
me out into the middle of the floor. I saw that the main door to the
toilets was locked and outside most of the station lights appeared to be
off. The other cubicles opened, my master walked over, wiping himself clean
with some paper
	"Think we'll keep you tonight boyslut, maybe whore you out a
little, or maybe let you get raped up at the common. What do you say
fucktoy?"
	"Do what you want with me, please I need more?" I was practically
writhing on the floor, already desperate for more cock, as much as I could
get. I no longer cared who saw me, or what I had to do.
	The bouncer laughed " Christ you really picked a goodun this time!"
	"Yes I did, slut come here!" I crawled towards him, he reached down
and tore the spunk filled panties from me and then used them to wipe my
face clean. A bag was dropped in front of me.
	"Put on the clothes in the bag fucktoy!"
	In the bag I found another pair of panties, almost see through
black silk, a pair of incredibly tight leather shorts which moulded to my
pert arse framing the cheeks perfectly, a sort of silk slip top and a black
velvet choker. I had no hesitation about wearing these items as I was too
far gone down the road of my imagination.
	"What a little slut, he's going to get fucked sore tonight looking
like that!"
	"That's the idea. Let's take him into town, I've got an idea what
we can do with our little cock hungry boyslut here!"


				Slut Beginnings: Part2

A brief summary of what has gone before: While making my way home from a
local fair I was `accosted' by one incredibly horny older man who proceeded
to fuck me senseless in a public toilet. Having enjoyed the experience like
nothing ever before I went along with his suggestion to meet him at the
railway station toilets two weeks later. When I turned up I got more than I
had originally bargained for and found myself being double fucked by my
original `attacker' (for want of a better word) and a huge black guy. Two
other men were also present as I was used as a fucktoy and they had been
taking photographs while wanking their stiff cocks over my young body. When
they finished fucking me they cleaned me up, then me dress like some cheap
slut. All I had on was a pair of women's' silk panties and stockings, a
tight pair of leather shorts and a silk slip top. From there they proceeded
to take me into the city....

Now read on as my initiation as a slut continues.


	I couldn't see where we were headed as I was in the back of a van
which was dark with no windows, the floor was padded as were the walls and
at that moment I was on my knees in front of the biker, my head buried in
his sweaty crotch as he pumped his sizeable dick roughly into my mouth. I
was gobbling for all I was worth, desperate for more of his salty spunk to
coat my tonsils.
	"Ahh, yeah. That's it you little fag, suck my dick down your
throat. All of it!"  He thrust upwards with his hips and the cockhead
struck the back of my throat.  I gagged at first, then shifted my position
slightly and sucked more of his length into my mouth, murmuring in pleasure
as I did so. I found it almost impossible to comprehend just how much I got
off on being used like a slut by these men, but the evidence was there in
my tight shorts, my painfully hard prick, dying to be freed and yet the
pain of it's confinement merely added to my pleasure.
	Not long after the biker spilled another load down my throat and
into my guts I heard a shout form the front of the van.
	"We're here let slutboy out the back ."
	The van slowed to a halt and the rear door popped open. As I
stepped out onto concrete the huge black guy (whose name turned out to be
Larry) came around from the front.
	"OK, listen up! We're finished with you for the night, but there
might just be some other horny fuckers out there who could use a hot piece
of fuckable arse like yours. So what we want you to do is just hang around
this little street corner here and see who comes along and when someone
does you give them a good time, hear me!"
	I nodded, somewhat dumbfounded by the turn the night had taken, but
part of me was already getting hot just imagining all the dirty bastards
who would be out, prowling around, looking for an arse like mine to shag
and they wouldn't even have to pay tonight!
	I strolled towards the corner that Larry had indicated, trying to
move in such a way as to draw attention to the rounded cheeks of my butt as
I walked (although, to be honest, the shorts seemed to do a pretty good job
of that anyway).
	I strutted backwards and forwards there for about 25 minutes, my
heart racing every time a car slowed down, hoping that this would be the
one, some filthy bastard who would take me off down some disused carpark or
alleyway and use my mouth and arse for his satisfaction and then just dump
me back on the street like the dirty slut I was. By now I was positively
aching for something to happen.
	A hand landed on my shoulder, a voice hissed
	"Don't turn round, I don't want you looking at me. Just keep
walking, I'll direct you."
	The hand pushed and I started forwards, we walked for some time, my
unseen `client' giving directions by forcing me where he wanted to go with
the powerful hand on my left shoulder. I could tell he was a big man and
obviously very strong.  By now I was shivering with the anticipation of
what he was going to do to me out here in the dark.
	After we had walked in silence for at least 15 minutes I realised
we were headed towards ****** Park which even I had known had a reputation
as a gay hangout and I decided that this must be our final destination. I
was shortly proved right.
	We headed into the park which I found very disquieting in the dark,
however my lust was overriding all other emotions. We walked into a thick
copse of trees, the hand still guiding my movement and then I was shoved
forwards. My legs came up against a rough obstruction in front of me,
almost at waist height.
	"Bend over the trunk, put your hands down in front. Now!"
	I didn't hesitate. My fingers could barely touch the ground the
tree trunk was so thick, then a muscular arm reached through my legs from
behind, I could feel a bulky form pressing against the back of silk covered
thighs. My cock twitched and I almost came there and then!
	My wrists were grabbed and swiftly bound together with a leather
strap, this was then tethered to some object on the ground; it was obvious
that he'd been here before and was well prepared. A hand stroked up the
inside of my thigh and came to rest on my leather covered groin, it
squeezed gently and then moved on to cover one of my firm cheeks. I
whimpered and tried to grind my arse back into his hand, willing him to rip
my shorts down and get on with fucking me.
	The hand left my cheeks and then slammed back down, HARD! I shot
forwards as far as I could, shocked at the burning pain he had caused even
through the leather shorts. But there was to be no escape, tethered as I
was, I was an easy target for his spanking! And spank me he did, fast and
brutally hard. I yelled in pain, shouted for help, but through my cries all
I could hear was his evil chuckling and the occasional grunt as he swung a
powerful blow at my buttocks.
	"Noones goin to help you in here boy, not at night. If anyone does
turn up, most likely they'll want a piece of you themselves. Can't say I'd
blame them either, you really do have a nice arse!"
	Iwas almost sobbing with the pain at this point, but Iwas not so
far gone that I did not notice just how incredibly hard my dick had stayed
throughout the assault. If anything it had gotten even harder and that had
not gone unnoticed by the spanker!
	"Looks like we have a real piece of work on our hands tonight!
Christ I can't wait any more!"
	I heard a steely click behind me, then something cold and hard
pressed against my stocking covered leg and moved up to the bottom of my
shorts. With a swift tug he jerked the knifeblade through the leg of my
shorts and cut them away from my body. Now only my flimsy panties stood
between us and I could feel the hot, throbbing iron bar that was his cock
rubbing my crack through the silk!
	I heard laughter and low voices, we had company. He was right! They
certainly were not here to help me out of trouble, not that I actually
wanted help anymore, what I wanted was pulsing away behind me!
	"Oh God!" I moaned "Stick it in me, I need your cock. Get it up
there you dirty bastard!"
	There was another laugh from off to my right and I heard movement
in some nearby bushes.
	"Yeah, go on then! Fuck the little fag, give him a good seeing to!"
	"Fucking right! We'll even help!"
	My spanker needed no further encouragement, the panties were
briskly yanked down my legs and he took hold of my waist in his strong
hands. I felt him steady himself and then...BAM!
	"YES!" a shout from the bushes.
	I was in heaven as with one titanic thrust he pistoned his ramrod
balldeep into my cute boy arse. I gulped in breath as he withdrew, this guy
had to be as big as Larry in the trouser snake department and Icould feel
every hot inch as he began to pump me like a ragdoll.
	"Ahh, Ahh, Yeah fuck me good. This is what I need, give me all your
spunk. Go on fuck this little slut good and hard!"
	Without a word he began to do just that and started to spank my
cheeks again while he was doing so, except this time I was crying out in
pleasure as the stinging slaps merely served to heighten the blissful
sensations his cock was causing me.
	My hair was grabbed and I caught a brief glimpse of a glistening
cockhead bobbing to and fro in front of me before it was pushed past my
accepting lips and into welcoming mouth. I quickly started to lave the head
with my tongue, hoping to draw his spunk from his balls as quickly as
possible, I had heard more voices and that meant more cock for me to play
with and God how I wanted it now!
	The spanker was really giving it to me now, hard, deep thrusts that
completely filled me, circling his hips moving his incredible cock inside
me, driving me wild, before pulling back and hammering into me again.
	"AHH! Christ, here it comes you bitch!"
	The cock popped out from between my lips and pulsed violently as a
jet of gorgeous white goo flew through the air and splashed into my face. I
desperately tried to catch some in my mouth and swallow it down so I could
get the taste of it, but another set of hands had already grasped my head
and an eager cock was being shoved down my throat!
 	By now my own stiff prick had spurted down my leg, coating the
stockings in my love cream, but I was already starting to get hard
again. The idea of being used like some rentboy was more than enough to get
me going and once again my head was spinning with amazing imagery. I could
envision the queue of hard pricks waiting to sheathe themselves in my soft
mouth, while I was shafted mercilessly by this gorilla of a man behind me.
	I had taken three loads of jism over my face and one dirty fucker
had made me lick the crack of his arse while his mate wanked his cock into
my face; and STILL the spanker fucked me like there was no tomorrow! My
arse was beginning to hurt from the incredible pounding it had taken since
I arrived at the railway station, but I was still so turned on by
everything that was happening that I just ignored the discomfort, willing
him to just fuck me harder and harder!
	"Thats it SLUT!" he yelled "I'm Fucking coming! AHH YEAHH!
COMING!!"
	His spunk felt like it was scalding my insides as it jetted up into
my bowels and I moaned as my prick twitched and another load of semen
dribbled down my thighs and onto my stockings!
	Groaning he pulled his mighty cock from me and delivered one last
stinging SMACK! to my cheeks before cutting the thong round my wrists and
moving off into the darkness. I did not move at first, savouring the
sensations from my last cum and before long I found myself impaled on thick
male meat again, hands pawing at the rest of my body as some of those,
whose cocks had covered my face in their spunk, had returned.
	I don't know how many times I was used by them, but when I
eventually found myself alone again it was growing light. I was a mess of
bruises and welts, both from the spanking and the rough fucking. My face
was crusted in cum and spunk was drooling from my sloppy arsehole.
	Some kind stranger had left a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a
Tshirt, I wiped off as best I could and put these on over my cum coated
body and headed off in the direction of the trainstation, a sore and well
used little fucktoy, I couldn't have been happier.

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