Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 23:44:48 +0200
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 34

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Chapter 33 ended

We went off up to bed at the same time and as I climbed, naked into my bed
I felt kind of small as I had so much room without having another person in
the bed with me.  I'm still a teenage boy and so took a leisurely time over
the natural course as my mind replayed some of the scenes from the previous
days and my love for David deepened. I hit my climax but had a very weak
ejaculation as there couldn't have been that much left to spit out. One
swipe of the tissue was enough to clean me up and I fell into a dreamy
sleep.


Chapter 34

Over the next few weeks David and I did not get much chance to see each
other as David had to do a lot of practice for his gymnastics competition
and had to rest and eat properly in order to keep his fitness level up and
all that. But we did talk a lot on the phone and David assured me he was
working on the photographs and looking forward to the next business trip
his dad had to make so that he would have an excuse to sleep over with me.

I did get a few opportunities to be with David, but not overnight until
after the August bank holiday and I went on the club trip. I had agonised
over this so much and sweet David had done his best to comfort me. As had
Bob also, but nothing would quieten my guilt. Even Bob assuring me that he
would release me from the conditions of being his ward as soon as the trip
was over did not help to still the niggling voices. I decided I had no
choice but to refuse to go and to suffer the consequences for it, but David
would have none of it and told me that if I did not go, he would be upset
because it meant that I would not always keep my word. He was really good
at twisting things around and closing the doors of options one after
another. So in the end I went; not so much for myself, but for David and
Bob.

The day of departure dawned with me having had a very restless night. I
know that I slept, but it did not feel like I had. Cliff, Bob's brother and
founder of the club was driving and arrived in a 4x4 which had tinted
windows and 3 other guys in it. Bob, of course, Michael and Ron
Gustav. Mark, Burt and Jim Goldsmith along with two others whom I had not
yet met were following in another 4x4 and we were going to meet them at the
BP service station on the exit from Witham to the A12. They were already
waiting for us when we got there and I along with Mark were moved into the
centre of the group and were given our instructions as the potential wards.
"OK guys," Jim Goldsmith said. "You are now, to all intents and purposes
our property for the weekend. You will obey us and do exactly as you are
told, when you are told. Also you will not do anything, without first
obtaining our permission. If you want a crap you have to ask first and
anything in-between. Got that?"  We nodded our agreement.  "You will sit in
the middle of the back seat and Mick, I will be your master for the
trip. Mark, Jim will be your master. Ok. Let's go." Michael finished.

We all got back into the vehicles and set off. As the car pulled off the
slip road onto the A12, Michael turned to me and said, "Mick, take off your
shoes and shirt now please." I obeyed without worrying too much as it was
as much as I had expected. He didn't tell me to remove my socks because it
was obvious I was not wearing any. My shoes and shirt were thrown over the
back seat onto all the bags in the back. "Now undo your fly and then turn
around and kneel on the seat facing the back." I was ordered; and again I
obeyed. A hand from each side then pulled my jeans down to reveal my naked
bum, and a hand came round the front and pulled my cock out and began
massaging it to a full erection. Once Michael was satisfied that I was
hard, my jeans were pulled down to my knees and I was told to turn around
to the front again. Once around, my jeans were removed and thrown to join
my other clothes in the back and I was sitting totally naked, travelling
along the A12 in a 4x4, with a full blown hard on to boot.

"From now on, this little piece is out of bounds. You may not touch it or
play with it; not even to pee. While we are travelling if you need to pee,
you will have a dress to put on at the services and will go to the ladies
loos where you can lift your dress and sit to pee. Oh and we will put our
mark on it that will let us know if you have touched it. Now you have got
two randy guys either side of you. Make them happy." I knew what that meant
and so placed a hand over each of their packages and began to gently
rub. Michael had trackie bottoms on that were of a silky material and
allowed a good feel while Ron, on the other side was wearing baggy shorts
and I soon found out that he also had baggy boxers on and so I was soon
rubbing him skin on skin. Also wanting direct contact with Michael, I moved
my hand up and slid it under his waistband and found I could also go
straight under his boxers because his hard knob was holding the elastic
away from his stomach. I decided that as we had a long way to travel, a
long slow wank would be the best for the guys and so I did just that. While
I was doing them in unison, Michael would give me a bit of a wank to help
keep me hard and then rest it for a bit and so on. This kept me hard and
horny without shooting a load.

This state of status quo continued for some time, we had left the A12 onto
the M25 and had crossed the QE2 Bridge heading towards the M4 when Michael
said, "By the way. You are not allowed to waste any cum. Both yours and
ours. If you are about to blow you have to tell whoever is helping you get
there so that they can collect it. And when someone tells you they are
about to blow you better get one of your collecting points to cover it in
time."  "Ok. I got that." I responded.  "Good, because I'm getting close
now." Michael responded.  I stopped playing with Ron and moved so that I
could pull his trackies down and get my mouth over his cock and began to
ease his final moments with my tongue and lips. As we passed the M3
junction, I was rewarded for my long work with a veritable fountain of
jism. I swallowed and swallowed to make sure that none was lost and
finished up by licking all the dribbles from his pubes.

Ron then complained that I was not meeting his needs and suggested my mouth
could be put to good use, so I turned around and helped him pull his shorts
and boxers down and then kneeling on the seat, I swallowed his piece and
began to give it a good going over with my tongue. I had not been working
long on his cock when Michael's hand slid up between my legs and began to
fondle my still hard cock, which was hanging down. Then I felt a finger
begin to play around my bum and soon it was massaging my pucker and then
entering the hole. Now I was being pleasured on three fronts and I knew
that it would not take much to bring me to fulfilment. I let go of Ron's
knob and told Michael that I was getting close and soon would not be able
to control what happened; and went back to ministering to Ron's
needs. Michael stopped playing with my cock, but kept his finger deep
inside my butt, albeit quite still. Not much later, Ron announced he was
close to shooting and in seconds he began to pump his load into my mouth. I
swallowed as much as I could, but after some hours of constant stimulation,
Ron's orgasm was big and he pumped out a full flow; thus inevitably a bit
did escape my lips which I had to lick up as soon as I relinquished his
cock.

Michael pulled his finger from my bum when Ron started to cum and when I
had finished cleaning up Ron's groin I was instructed to turn over and lie
with my feet towards Ron's side of the car and my head and shoulders in
Michael's lap.  "Be a good boy again, and tell us when you are close to
cumming again." Michael told me as he began to play with my still hard
cock. I too had been enjoying varying levels of stimulation for some hours
of our travelling and so it was not long before I was giving the two guys
the heads up that I was about to cum. In a flash, Ron twisted down to
swallow the end of my cock while Michael moved his hand between my legs and
inserted his finger up my bum again. I did not know that you could manage
to get into these positions in the back of a car, but it happened. Ron was
good with his mouth and because Michael was hitting my prostrate I began to
buck and blow a full build up into Ron. When I had finished, I was made to
sit up again in the middle and the other two pulled their clothing up to
cover their manhood.

I discovered why in a few minutes as the car pulled off the motorway into a
services. Michael got out a little bottle and sprinkled this powder onto my
cock. "Now if you touch yourself you will get an indelible stain on your
fingers." I was advised and they pulled a dress out from the back of the
car and told me to let them put it on over me. Then they produced a pair of
pink plastic sandals and I had to put those on. I tried saying that I
didn't really need to pee, although I really did, and that I could just
stay in the car, but they would not allow it. I was led into the building
and taken to the ladies loo. "We'll wait for you here, Poppet." Michael
told me and I had to make my way inside the ladies loo for the first time
in my life. Well it was not that much different from a guys one, except
that there were no urinals, just individual cubicles. I was glad that I had
not had my haircut for a while and that girls hair fashions were for short
hair at the time, so I did not look out of place, except that I was rather
tall to not yet have boobs. I made my way into a cubicle and closed the
door. Then I pulled my dress up and sat down on the seat making sure that
my cock fell inside the bowl. To make sure that I did not pee on myself, I
leant forward to help my cock point more directly downwards, and let rip
with the piss that had been building up since we left Witham. When I was
finished, I realised that I had a bit of a dilemma. I was not allowed to
touch Micklet so how could I squeeze the last drops out and clean under the
skin? I decided that I had to do it right and knowing that if I touched
with my bare skin, I would get marked I took several layers of toilet paper
and used them as a barrier between my cock and my fingers and got the
shaking done to release the remnants of piss that had stayed behind. When I
pulled the tissue away, I could see it beginning to turn purple and so knew
that they had not been lying about what they had put on me. As I stood up,
I let the dress fall back down to cover me and was thankful that Although
fairly short they had not got a miniskirt style for me. When I met back up
with Michael who had waited outside he asked, "Did you remember to wash
your hands, Poppet?" and I just nodded, unsure if I could keep from
laughing if I opened my mouth. "Good. Let me see your hands to check that
they are cleaned properly" He ordered. I knew that he was looking for
traces of dye and not having any, I confidently showed my hands, turning
them over so he could see both sides and I grinned at him to show that I
knew what he was looking for. We then went off and got some food and they
made me drink a large size coke and then got a few bottles of water for me
to drink in the car. I knew I was being set up to be desperate for a piss,
but there was nothing I could do about it. When we got back to the car, I
was told to sit in the middle and by the time the other two had got in, I
had better have nothing more on than the day I was born. So I got in and
hurriedly complied even thought both the back doors were still open.

Of course by the time the other two got in, my cock was rock hard again and
so Michael wiped it down with a wet-wipe and they each gave it some
stroking as they got themselves settled into their seats. All the seat
belts were clicked into place and we headed off again. As before, Michael
and Ron took it in turns to play with me to keep me stimulated but without
climaxing. They had clearly practiced this before because they knew when to
stop and let me cool off before going on again. We had not been travelling
on the M4 for very long when the flow of traffic ground to a halt. Cliff
turned the radio on to get a traffic report, and we learned that there had
been an accident a few miles ahead of us that had partially blocked the
road and so the traffic was being compressed from three lanes into one to
get past the accident. The first thing Ron did was to pass me the bottle of
water and order me to drink some. I took a swig and passed the bottle back
hoping he would accept that and I had not taken in a lot, but he passed it
back to me and said that I should have at least another three mouthfuls and
he was going to count them as I swallowed. I swallowed the water and did
not try to make it look like I was swallowing when I was not as they would
notice and then they would have to punish me for disobeying. Four swallows
was enough for Ron to let me stop for the time being. We crawled along in
the traffic going in fits and starts for some time. Each time a road report
came over the radio we were told basically the same thing except that the
delays were getting longer as more cars joined the queue then left
it. About every quarter of an hour I was given the bottle of water and
required to take the four swigs which seemed to satisfy their plan.

While all this stop – go movement was going on, there was a similar
thing done to my prick. Massage for a bit and then leave it until it began
to wilt from a full hard-on; then more massage to bring it to the full
again and bring me close to orgasm, but never quite close enough to tip it
over the edge.  "Let's do a tap dance." Ron said suddenly out of the
blue. I was puzzled as I could not see how anyone could do so in the
confines of a car; but I was soon to find out. I was ordered out of my seat
belt and again to lie across the laps of my two companions with one foot
down in the foot well, tucked behind one of Michael's legs and the other
leg stuck over the back of the seat going behind Michael's head rest. Ron
then took my arm which was closest to the front seats and tucked it under
his leg and then put my other arm under his outside arm. This left me
completely open to whatever they were to do to me. Ron began to tickle my
nipples while Michael played with my cock and balls. Well if this is what
they call tap dancing then I'm all for it. Talk about speaking too
soon. Ron took a break from playing with my tits to give me my next dose of
water. I had now consumed a large coke at the travel stop and a full bottle
of water and had started on a second bottle, since the last time I had had
an opportunity to relieve my bladder. The next thing I knew I was being
belly-tapped. It was gentle at first and quite erotic, but then another
hand moved between my belly button and my cock and began to apply pressure
on my bladder while the belly-tapping was still going on. Of course the
whole aim of this was to bring discomfort to my rapidly filling bladder;
and it was successful.  "Please, guys, stop. I'm going to need to pee very
soon if you carry on with that." I began to plead.  "Firstly we'll stop
when we want to. And secondly you will just have to make sure you hold it
in, because if you pee in Cliff's car, you will be in very serious
trouble." Michael said and gave another push into my abdomen.  "You'd
better take your mind off it." Ron said and lifting both me and himself up
a bit he slid his pants off to reveal a hard knob which he promptly stuck
in my mouth. I didn't need any other instructions on this front. I knew
what to do and began sucking, turning my head to the side to face into his
belly so that I could get as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. I
was not getting the movement I would have liked to on his cock because of
the way I was restrained and the position of his cock in relation to the
position of my head. Ron obviously was not getting the pleasure he wanted
either and so he had me move until I was lying under his inside leg and had
my head nestled in his crotch. In this position I was again captive, but
could get more movement on his cock and so be able to suck him to
cumming. In the meantime, Michael had stopped putting pressure on my
bladder and was finger fucking me. I was pretty sure he was beginning to
stretch me for later use and sure enough he began to add a second finger to
where the first was going.

I don't know how long this went on for, but I became aware of the car
picking up speed and realised that we had got passed the accident and were
once again moving along in a reasonable way. Then not much later, I still
had my head in Ron's crotch, when we began to slow down again. Fortunately
this was just to pay the toll at the bridge and we were off again.  "It's
not much further now, if I remember correctly, isn't it Cliff?" Michael
asked our driver.  "No. Less than an hour and we will be there, but we have
one stop to make first." Cliff answered.  "Yes, the little roadside café."
Ron said.  "Why do we need to stop there?" Bob asked, "I don't remember
doing it before."  "That's because we don't follow the same game plan every
time." Michael told him.  Just then, Ron began to breathe a lot heavier and
holding my head he began to fuck my mouth and in a few seconds he started
to unload into me again. I was quite thankful for that because I was
beginning to feel cramped and had a crick in my neck from being in the same
twisted position for so long. I think Ron had also been feeling the
discomfort because he had me move and return to a sitting position fairly
quickly after he shot.

The next thing we were slowing again to leave the M4 to head a bit north in
southern Wales. We passed through a small village and came out on a narrow
track the other side, and almost immediately pulled into this little
service station which had a tea room attached to it. The parking was at the
back and we pulled up right alongside a door with the wording "Toilet - get
key from attendant" written on a small plate screwed to the wooden
door. Bob was despatched to get the key and the others began to get out of
the car. I stayed where I was because I was still naked and had not been
given any orders. The others did not give me a hint of what was to come
next either. When Bob returned with the key, they unlocked the door and
then told me to get out and go for a pee. "What? Naked like this?" I asked.
"You haven't been given any other instructions, have you?" Michael said and
so I had no choice but to clamber out of the car and make a dash straight
for the door. Besides which, with what they had been forcing me to drink, I
desperately needed to pee anyway.  "Remember, no touching." Cliff reminded
me. The toilet was just that, a small room with the bowl up against the
back wall and old overhead cistern to flush with and then a small basin
fixed to one wall between the loo and the door. I went to close the door
but was stopped and told the door had to remain open for now. I didn't have
the time to argue the toss anyway and so walked up to the bowl and stood
close enough that my cock was pointing down into it and let fly with a
stream of steaming piss.  There was a lot in me and so it took some time
before I was finished. I then began to try and shake the last drops out of
my foreskin by jerking my body back and forth.  "Easy now, hold on."
Michael called out and came into the room and squeezed and shook my cock to
get the last bits of piss out. He then took some tissue off the role and
used it to dry my cock off; pulling back the skin to make sure he had got
it all dry.  "Right now bend over and hold your ankles." I was ordered by
Cliff. "We are just going to put some preparation into you for the last bit
of the trip and perhaps a bit longer." Now I knew what Michael had been
doing with first one then two and finally three fingers pumping my
bum. Cliff produced what looked like a string of three rather large beads
and without being a rocket scientist I guessed in seconds what was going to
happen to them. As I was bent over, they slipped the first one into my bum
and then pushed it in as far as they could get and repeated the process for
numbers 2 and 3. There was a tail left hanging out my bum with s small flat
box attached to the end of it. This they passed between my legs and taped
the box to my belly just above where my pubes would end if I had any left
there.  "We'll just give it a test and then we will be ready. Tell us what
you feel." Cliff said. He had another little box in his hand which I
realised was a remote and as he pressed one button, I felt a vibration
start up deep in my bum. Another button and some more vibration and then
the intensity of the vibrating changed; first speeding up and then slowing
down to where I could almost not feel it but somehow was aware that it was
still there.

This seemed to satisfy them that it was working alright as well as having
the desired effect as evidenced by my hard cock once more, and so they
turned it off. "Right, here's your dress again." Michael said as they put
it on me, "Now come with us." They led me around to the front and into the
tearoom. We all chose something to eat and drink and carried it to a table
in the corner which had a seat with its back to the rest of the tea
room. This was the seat I was told to sit in. No sooner had I sat down but
the vibrating began in my bum and I could feel as each of the three beads
was switched on. My cock rose to full mast picking up the hem of my short
dress, which slid down my cock and I realised that now my cock was pointing
upwards and was fully exposed but I could not do a thing about it. I was
kept on the vibrations for the whole time we were sitting there but for
most of it they were on that slow rate which actually caused my erection to
not only stay firm, but really get solid. When we had finished, we all
stood up and as I stood my cock held the dress up and pointed out into the
world for all to see. I was embarrassed of note. Michael pulled the dress
down, but there was still clear evidence of a tent and I had to walk out of
the tea room like that. I didn't look to see if any of the other occupants
noticed. I couldn't bear to know if one did. But I was marched around to
the car like that and as we drew near to the car, Michael and Ron stripped
me by pulling the dress up over my head and I had to finish the last few
yards naked and sporting a massive erection. Needless to say, I did not
waste time getting in the car, even though I was really enjoying it in an
odd sort of way. The others got in and we set off on the last leg of our
journey. Cliff passed the remote to Michael and for the rest of the trip,
he played around with it. He altered the rate of vibration of each of the
beads in turn and kept asking me for a running commentary on what was
happening and how I thought it was affecting me. I showed how it was
affecting me to a large extent as my stiffy remained super rigid without
any other stimulation other than the beads up my bum and I had a continual
leak of pre-cum. And this is the way I was when we arrived at our
destination about half an hour after leaving the tearoom. We pulled up
outside a rather nice looking bungalow set into the side of the hill. We
were first and I found out later that as we left the tea room, the other
vehicle pulled in and they gave Mark the same treatment as me with the same
effect, even to lifting the dress up.

I was ordered out of the car and told to unpack everything and bring it
into the cottage. This I did with the others still playing around with the
settings on the beads and so I carried out the job with a constant raging
hard-on. Just as I was finishing I felt that I was very close to shooting
and so told them as ordered. Cliff ordered me to go to him and he took my
cock into his mouth and began to suck me as he wound the rate of vibration
up high and squeezed my cheeks together with his hand. This forced one of
the beads to press against my prostate and bring on my orgasm. An orgasm of
extreme intensity. How much cum I produced will never be known because
Cliff drank it all down. And as the spasms began to ease off, so he slowed
the vibrations down and let go of my cock. But he didn't turn the things
off and so even though I had just cum, my cock remained totally hard.


Well they have finally made it to the cottage for the initiation. Guess
what the next chapter or two will be covering!  Please write to me at the
address above and let me know what you think.

Rick