Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2009 15:26:22 +0000
From: Trevor Martindale <attaboy-jojo@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Craving - Part 2 (M+/t+, Interracial, BDSM)

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys.
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or
offended by such material.

The Craving - Part 2

By Trevor Martindale

The public bar was packed with West Indians when Simon
and I entered the Bedford Arms. My boyfriend was clearly
enjoying all the attention he was attracting from those
around him, but I was more concerned about our safety.

A bald-headed man in his fifties, sporting a prominent
gold tooth, put his hand on my shoulder and told me to
follow him upstairs.

'I recognized the two of yer, straight away,' he shouted
over the hubbub of the throng we were wading through.
'You two boys are stars in this neck of the woods; those
photo-sets of you being humped are a big hit.'

Simon giggled when someone in the crowd playfully slapped
his arse and said something I missed.

'See. They all want a piece of yer,' he continued.

We climbed the stairs to the top floor and entered a room
that had been converted into a photographic studio.

The room was extremely large and separated into three
areas: the one to the left had a black leather settee at
its centre; the one to the right had a large double bed;
and the area in the centre was filled with an array of
lighting stands and camera tripods; and intermingled
amongst this equipment stood the naked cast (Gary and
three black men) and the fully dressed crew (Arnim, Bryan
and Paul).

Arnim acknowledged us with a smile as he stood listening
to Bryan's plan for the next session. Apparently, prior
to our arrival, Preston had seduced Gary on the settee,
stripped him naked and pleasured him with his fingers and
tongue. Then, once naked, the man had introduced Gary to
his two naked friends, Devon and Leon. The next session
would see the men carrying Gary across to the bed and
fucking his brains out.

'Fucking thing,' said Bryan, as he continued to fiddle
with the tripod that was refusing to hold the cine camera
in place.

'I told you to use another tripod,' rebuked Paul. 'We've
got three of the bloody things around here somewhere.'

'Well, bugger me,' said Bryan, throwing his arms up in
delight. 'Davy and Simon must have brought us some good
luck. The thing's stayed put this time.'

Paul mumbled something uncomplimentary about Bryan under
his breath, and then switched on the photofloods and
waited for Gary and the three studs to step into the
limelight.

'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Bryan. 'And
don't forget, Preston. I want to see that cock of yours
really hard by the time I zoom in for the first close-
up.'

Gary smiled coyly as Preston came up behind him, kissed
the side of his neck and squeezed his tiny arse-cheeks.
Paul put a reassuring hand on Bryan's shoulder to let him
know that they were still friends; and as he did so, Gee,
the old black man, signalled that Simon and I should get
out of the way and stand over by the curtained windows,
which offered a better view of the developing sex-romp.

Gary and the three studs were quick to get into their
stride. The skinny teenager was carried over to the bed
and thrown, unceremoniously, onto it. The men then jumped
onto the bed and crowded in around their prize.

'Superb!' said Bryan, with a tremor in his voice. 'That
looks so-o-o sexy.'

'Kiss and lick those cocks, Gary,' ordered Arnim. 'And
Preston, pinch his nipples .... He likes that.'

As the romp continued under the photofloods, Gee took
hold of Simon's cock and started to play with it.

Preston did as Arnim suggested, which prompted Gary to
give out a low moan of satisfaction as he wrapped his
hands around Devon and Leon's erections. The sight of a
skinny teenager having sex with three burly black men was
far too stimulating for words. All I could do was stand
and watch, open mouthed.

'Okay, Gary,' said Bryan. 'Move forward and let Preston's
fingers go to work on your love-hole.'

Gary spread his legs, leaned forward and placed his hands
flat-out on the bed. He then turned and smiled directly
into the camera's lens as Preston began fingering his
tight 'love-hole'.

'That's it, that's it,' Bryan enthused. 'It's a pity we
don't have another camera up and running. We could have
done with a close-up of both his head and tail.'

'Just concentrate on the head shot,' said Arnim.

I stood by the curtained windows and watched Gary's body
tense, relax, and tense again in response to Preston's
probing fingers. I became very envious of the boy when I
heard him cooing and sighing with such intensity. It was
then that I heard Gee tell Simon to drop his trousers,
lean forward and take hold of his knees.

For some ten minutes, Gary and Simon were treated to an
exhilarating and mind-blowing bout of fingering. Simon's
body quaked with excitement as Gee used the tip of his
fingers to keep my boyfriend pleading for 'more, more,
more,' - just like Gary was doing on the end of Preston's
probing fingers.

'That's it, Gee,' said Arnim. 'Get him ready for the next
session. We can fuck him on the bed later, after the boys
have finished poking Gary.'

The camera zoomed in to capture a tight close-up of Gary
struggling to cope with Leon's nine-inch cock - his mouth
was simply too small to accommodate the whole thing in
one go. Unfortunately, I missed out on what happened
next: Gee's fingers had struck gold and Simon was howling
with satisfaction.

Simon grasped his knees, shook his head and said, 'please
don't stop'. I couldn't keep my eyes off the old man and
my slutty boyfriend.

'What a horny little fucker,' said Arnim. 'He certainly
likes all that attention you're giving him, Gee.'

'Don't over do it,' put in Paul. 'We don't want him
shagged out before the big event.'

I shuddered with excitement as my imagination conjured up
a vivid image of the 'big event': Simon was going to be
fucked by dozens of big, burly men. They were all waiting
on the staircase, and they were all naked and extremely
horny.

'Come on, Sugar,' said Gee. 'Let's fool around on the
settee .... It'll be more comfortable.'

'But,' Simon said in a disappointed huff.

'No buts!' chide Gee. 'The settee awaits us.'

>From the glint in his eye, I knew that Gee was expecting
Simon to reward him for all the hard work he had put in
so far; and sure enough, the instant they were on the
settee he assumed the position and invited my boyfriend
to suck on his hard-standing cock.

'That's it, Sugar,' he cooed, as Simon ran his tongue
over the old man's cock-head. 'Keep doing.... Ah! Yes,
yes, yes-s-s-s.'

Meanwhile, on the bed, Devon and Gary were locked in a
passionate embrace. The camera had been moved to a new
location, to get a better view of the action, and Paul
and Arnim were waiting for Devon to end the scene by
turning Gary on to his front and spreading his legs
apart.

'That's grand,' said Bryan. 'Now, in the next scene I
want to see you climb aboard and take the boy for an anal
ride. And don't go worrying about being too hard on the
lad, he can handle it.'

As Devon reached for the Vaseline, Bryan announced that
he needed to replace the film in the cine camera; a task
that only took a couple of minutes to complete.

With a new real of film in the camera, Bryan signalled to
Arnim that he was ready to resume.

'Okay, everybody,' said Arnim. 'Let's get this show on
the road. We have a hole to fill and an audience to
please, so chop, chop.'

Gary sniggered and braced himself for the scene ahead. He
had been arse-fucked before, but never by a cock that was
as big as Devon's.

The teenager winced when Devon's cock-head entered his
arsehole, and he shuddered as the Vaseline coated cock
pushed its way into his rectum.

'Spread those legs apart, Gary,' boomed Arnim. 'And don't
look so glum. It's good to have a cock up your bum.'

Bryan looked up from the camera and gave an exaggerated
sigh: he had heard the same old line from Arnim before.
Gary was too preoccupied with Devon's lust for his arse
to take much notice of the joke. He just shut his eyes
and grimaced when the man's powerful buttocks began
hammering his body into the mattress.

Because of all the attention he had received from the
three studs, Gary was far too exhausted to watch his
replacement being stretched out on the bed and fucked by
Arnim and Gee. The two men managed to put Simon in the
same exhausted state as Gary. In fact, the two teenagers
spent a good hour recovering on the settee while their
lovers drank beer and discussed their sexual prowess.

*  *  *

A month after that first gang-bang at Paul's flat, the
shrink asked me to help him salvage an observational
project that was going awry at the hospital. He lost me
in a jungle of jargon, but kept emphasizing how vital the
project was to his research, and how he was hoping to
publish a paper on it.

We arrived at the hospital at eleven o'clock on Sunday
morning and left around two in the afternoon. Beyond the
main gate, the hospital grounds seemed to go on forever.
Old Victorian buildings filled the entire site, and most
of them were in desperate need of renovation. I sat in
silence as Paul drove his Bentley to the psychosurgical
unit.

Once there, we made our way to his office. Paul put on
his white coat and picked up a bunch of keys from his
desk. We left the office and walked up several flights of
stairs and along a wide corridor to our destination,
which was an interview room on the top floor of the
building.

Unknown to me, a Mr Lance Worthington was also in the
building. He was scheduled for some experimental surgery
which, it was hoped, would reduce his sexual urges and
curb his aggressive behaviour toward the weaker sex, i.e.
young men who couldn't fight off his amorous advances.
Worthington was a sexual predator, but he was nowhere
near as dangerous as those held in Broadmoor; however,
Paul was taking a big risk by letting him loose on me.

Once inside the interview room, which had no windows, I
was told to strip naked and stand in a corner of the room
with my hands behind my back. I clenched my teeth and
shuddered when the light went out and I heard the door
close behind the exiting psychiatrist. Paul locked the
heavy wooden door behind him and went back to his office
to fetch a hospital gown and a pair of slippers.

I stood in the darkness for what seemed like forever.
Paul had switched off the light, locked me in the room
and carried off all my clothes. My vivid imagination
began to focus on the motive behind the good doctor's
visit to the hospital. What if I was being set-up? Paul
may have arranged for me to be sectioned under the Mental
Health Act, and no one would be able to question the
decision. After all, what would a sane person be doing
wandering around a psychiatric hospital in the nude, and
when questioned, have no idea why he was there?

I considered leaving my post, but I didn't have it in me
to go against Paul. Besides, where could I go, even if I
did manage to get out of the interview room?

The sound of a key turning in the lock brought me back to
reality. Paul opened the door, switched on the light and
told Worthington, the man standing behind him, my name
and age. The deal the two men had struck was quite
straightforward: Worthington would comply with all the
hospital rules for a month and agree to undergo a few
painful tests; and in return, he could fuck a wimp while
the good doctor watched.

Paul locked the door as Worthington took off his gown and
slippers. He then watched the burly nutter grab hold of
me like a hungry bear. I was lifted off the floor and
carried to the centre of the room, where a wooden table
was bolted to the floor. I was spread out on the table
and had a finger forced into my mouth. It was then that
the nutter grabbed hold of my ball-sac and squeezed it
real hard.

'Don't you go biting, boy,' Worthington warned. 'I'll rip
off your bollocks and stuff 'em down your throat if you
do.'

'He won't bite, Lance,' said Paul. 'He likes being bossed
around; he's famous for it.'

'Good. That's good,' said Worthington, smiling.

The feeding frenzy went on for almost two hours. The
nutter pushed and pulled me around as if I were a child's
rag doll. I didn't resist his advances or complain about
his heavy-handed tactics; but equally, I didn't comply
with his demands as readily as I should have done. Later,
I put this lack of enthusiasm down to the resentment I
was feeling toward Paul at the time, and the way the
arrogant bastard had casually pimped me out to a psycho
rapist.

The long walk back to the office, with me dressed in a
hospital gown and slippers, was very uncomfortable and
humiliating for me. Paul led the way through the security
doors and down the stairs. We passed no one on the way,
which saved my blushes as I hobbled along the corridors
in the ill-fitting gown. I swore under my breath as I
recalled how Worthington had used and abused my body, and
how Paul had encouraged him to do so.

My cock twitched as I remembered how helpless I had felt
during the ordeal. It twitched again when I recalled the
moment I was impaled on Worthington's sex starved cock,
which was as big as Arnim's, but far more demanding. My
cock began to rise beneath the gown as I realised how
exciting and dangerous it had all been. Being thrown in
at the deep end had initially made me angry, but now I
was warming to the idea of being pimped out to randy,
dominant men.

*  *  *

Simon and I were both naked when our guests rang the
doorbell.

'I'll get the door,' I said. 'You sit on the floor by the
sofa.'

The opening edge of the front door hit me full-square on
the forehead as Gee and his friends burst into the flat,
drunk - the five of them had decided to meet in the Royal
Oak before the planned fuck-fest. I was sent flying and
hit the wall with an almighty thump - the sight of a
naked white boy had sent the men into an uncontrollable
frenzy.

The front door slammed shut as I was pinned against the
wall by the inebriated black men. My air supply was cut
off several times by hands pressing against my throat; my
feet were trampled on by a variety of boots and shoes;
and my nipples were pinched and pulled by some pretty
powerful fingers. I tried to struggle free when my cock
and ball-sac were pulled in two different directions at
once. Unfortunately, this token act of defiance only made
things worse.

'Come on, rarse,' said Carl. 'Let's make a fight of it. I
like hurtin' bum-boys who don't wanna play ball.'

'Ease up, Carl,' said Lloyd. 'He's only had a couple of
rough sessions so far. I think five onto one might be too
much for him. Besides, we have his boyfriend to look
after; he likes being knocked about.'

'I want to look after this long streak of piss,' snapped
Carl. 'Gee and I will screw him to the floor while you
three take care of his boyfriend.'

'Fuck off, you blood,' were the words I was hoping to
hear from Lloyd, but he remained silent as Carl pulled me
away from the wall by my cock.

'He's a nice looking boy,' said Carl, running his fingers
through my hair. 'Let's find him a comfortable bed to lie
on.'

Lloyd and the other two men stepped back as I was frog-
marched along the hallway by Carl, who pulled on my cock
while Gee held my hands behind my back. I didn't say a
word as I was pushed and pulled into the bedroom.

'Stand with your feet apart and your hands behind your
head,' ordered Carl.

I did as I was told. This was clearly the calm before the
storm.

The two men circled me like sharks.

Suddenly, and without warning, Carl punched me in the
stomach. I doubled up and stumbled back into Gee's arms.

'I'll bite your fuckin' cock off if you start playing
up,' snarled Carl.

'Is that clear, rarse?' added Gee.

Winded, I reply by nodding my head.

'I can't hear you,' said Carl, punching me again.

'Yes-s-s,' I spluttered, as Gee released me.

'Button it, arsehole,' interrupted Gee. 'Now get on the
bed and start playing with your cock.'

I spread myself out on the stripped-down bed and took
hold of my flaccid cock. The two men watched me intensely
as they undressed.

'Now I need to punish you with this,' said Carl, holding
up a twelve-inch, wooden ruler. 'My old teacher always
used a wooden ruler to punish me when I was acting the
goat. What did your teacher use?'

'The same,' I lied, sycophantically.

'Good, good; so you're happy for me to punish you with
this little beauty?' asked Carl.

'Yes,' I lied again.

I thought the bastard was going to use the ruler on my
hand. However, I was taken completely by surprise when he
pulled my hand away and whacked my hard-standing cock
instead.

'Fuckin' hell!' I shrieked, sitting up abruptly. 'That
fuckin' hurt.

The second blow brought tears to my eyes as Gee made sure
I didn't use my hands to cover my genitals. He then had
to use some considerable force to prevent me from fending
off the third blow.

I was still f-ing and blinding when they rolled me over
on to my front and began punishing my arse-cheeks and the
soles of my feet. I buried my face in the mattress and
yelled at the top of my voice as the ruler went to work
on my backside and feet.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I continued to yell when the ruler
was replaced with an onslaught of biting and slapping. My
arse and feet were bright red from the assault, but still
the two ruffians kept hurting me.

It was only when I stopped swearing and made a promise to
be 'dutiful' did they pull the plug on the pain. However,
the sex that followed was just as manic and uncomfortable
as the stuff that had gone on before.

For most of the time I was held in an agonizing jack-
knife position, with my head stuck between my feet and my
arse up in the air. The two men, who both had some pretty
heavy stubble, took great delight in grazing my arse-
crack, anus and ball-sac. My inflamed cock and arse-
cheeks were also treated to the stubble's rough caress.

'Let's see if you can bend over a little more and suck on
that knob of yours,' said Carl.

'I don't think I can.'

'Nonsense,' said Gee, as he pushed down on my arse and
thighs. 'Let me give you a helping hand.'

'Argggh!' I shrieked. 'It hurts, it hurts.'

'What a baby,' chide Carl. 'Let me help.'

The two men pushed and pulled me into a variety of
painful and contorted positions before finally admitting
defeat. They then took hold of my ankles and dragged me
off the bed. I hit the floor with a bump, and was kicked
in the side as Carl ordered me to lie flat out on my back
with my mouth open.

Gee's hard-standing cock filled my mouth as the weight of
his body pressed down on my face. I was gagging on his
cock and fighting for air at the same time, and as I
struggled, Carl began hitting my cock with the twelve-
inch ruler again.

For ten to fifteen minutes I was forced to endure Gee's
brutal face-fucking and Carl's spiteful assault on my
cock, ball-sac and feet. I was a total wreck by the time
they threw me back on the bed and spread my arse-cheeks
apart.

Gee was the first to fuck me. His cock replaced Carl's
Vaseline-covered fingers and stretched my rectum to the
maximum. The man then pounded my body into the mattress
while I lay, in a daze, on a sweat-soaked sheet.

'Fuck him harder, Gee,' said Carl. 'He can take it.'

Sweat continued to pour off me as the man held me down
and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He then stopped
for a moment, feigning a possible respite, before
plunging in again and humping me even more ferociously.

I was huffing and puffing like an old steam engine by the
time Gee shed his load. The bedroom echoed to the sound
of animal-like grunts and groans as he came down from
cloud nine and collapsed on top of me.

'Fuckin' sweet!' exclaimed Carl. 'What a show! What a
fuckin' horny show.'

Gee rolled off me a few minutes later and called on his
friend to take over. I was mounted and lanced to the spot
before I had a chance to request a five-minute breather.
Carl's hard-standing cock was less formidable than Gee's
impaler, but still it took its toll of my burning hole.

'Come on, man,' said Gee to Carl. 'Ride him hard! Make
him cough up that cock-head of yours.'

Carl renewed his efforts by grabbing my shoulders and
increasing his stroke rate.

'In, out! In, out!' chanted Gee.

I raised my head off the mattress and shook the sweat
from my brow. The man was power fucking me like the nutty
rapist had done a week earlier.

'In, out! In, out!' continued Gee. 'Fuck his brains out.'

The two of us began grunting and groaning in unison as my
inner sanctum was flooded by yet another load of seed.
Carl's climax lasted a good deal longer than Gee's, and
still he continued to fuck me in fits and starts for some
time after.

'The poor sod's done in,' said Gee to Carl. 'Let's call
it a day and hit the showers.'

'Okay, old man,' replied Carl. 'But he's coming home with
us when we leave. I want to fuck that smooth, white arse
some more.'

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Copyright Trevor Martindale - September 2009

All comments welcome (attaboy-jojo@hotmail.com)