Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2018 07:20:04 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Clyde's New Squeeze - Part 2

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Clyde's New Squeeze - Part 2

The public bar was packed with West Indians when Graham and I entered the
Kings Arms. Graham 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 all the
rage.'

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

'See. They all want a piece of yer arse,' 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 sofa 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 (Mark and three black men) and the fully
dressed crew (Clyde, Brian and Paul).

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

'Fucking thing,' said Brian, 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 Brian, throwing his arms up in delight. 'Graham
and Simon must have brought us some good luck. The thing's stayed put
this time.'

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

'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Brian. '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.'

Mark 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
Brian's shoulder to let him know that they were still friends; and as he
did so, Gee, the old black man, signalled that Graham 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.

Mark 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 Brian, with a tremor in his voice. 'That looks so-o-o
sexy.'

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

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

Preston did as Clyde suggested, which prompted Mark to give out a low
moan of satisfaction as he wrapped his hands around Devon and Squint'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, Mark,' said Brian. 'Move forward and let Preston's fingers go to
work on your love-hole.'

Mark 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,' Brian 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 Clyde.

I stood by the curtained windows and watched Mark'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 Graham to drop his trousers,
lean forward and take hold of his knees.

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

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

The camera zoomed in to capture a tight close-up of Mark struggling to
cope with Squint'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 Graham was howling
with satisfaction.

Graham 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 mate.

'What a horny little fucker,' said Clyde. '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': Graham was going to be fucked by dozens of burly,
black men. They were all waiting on the staircase, and they were all
naked and extremely horny.

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

'But,' Graham said in a disappointed huff.

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

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

'That's it, Sugar,' he cooed, as Graham 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 Mark 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 Clyde were waiting for Devon to end the
scene by turning Mark on to his front and spreading his legs apart.

'That's grand,' said Brian. '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, Brian 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, Brian signalled to Clyde that he
was ready to resume.

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

Mark 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, Mark,' boomed Clyde. 'And don't look so glum.
It's good to have a cock up your bum.'

Brian looked up from the camera and gave an exaggerated sigh: he had
heard the same old line from Clyde before. Mark 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, Mark
was far too exhausted to watch his replacement being stretched out on the
bed and fucked by Clyde and Gee. The two men managed to put Graham in the
same exhausted state as Mark. In fact, the two teenagers spent a good
hour recovering on the sofa while their lovers drank beer and discussed
their sexual prowess.

*  *  *

Graham and I were both stark bollock naked when our guests rang the
doorbell. The good doctor had left us alone in his flat, but only after
he had pimped us out to another bunch of Gee's friends.

'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 Bozz. 'Let's make a fight of it. I like hurtin'
bum-boys who don't wanna play ball.'

'Ease up, Bozz,' 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 mate to look after; he likes being knocked about.'

'I want to look after this long streak of piss,' snapped Bozz. '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 Bozz pulled me away from the wall by my cock.

'He's a nice looking boy,' said Bozz, 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 Bozz, 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
Bozz.

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, Bozz 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 Bozz.

'Is that clear, rarse?' added Gee.

Winded, I reply by nodding my head.

'I can't hear you,' said Bozz, 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 Bozz, 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,' said Bozz. 'So you're happy for me to punish you with this
little beauty?'

'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 Bozz.

'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 Bozz. '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 Bozz 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, Bozz 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 Bozz'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 Bozz'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 Bozz. '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 Bozz. '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. Bozz'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 Bozz. 'Ride him hard! Make him cough up that
cock-head of yours.'

Bozz 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. Bozz'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 Bozz. 'Let's call it a day and hit
the showers.'

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

*  *  *

Some two hours later I found myself in the nude and lying, face up and
spread-eagled, on another stripped-down bed. My ankles and wrists were
secured to the double bed with a combination of handcuffs, leather straps
and ropes.

'Now relax, rarse,' said Bozz. 'If you make a fuss, I'll order the dog to
bite you.'

'Dog! What dog?' I asked nervously.

A naked boy entered the room on all-fours and clambered on to the bed,
between my outstretched legs. He looked quite feral and thuggish, with a
menacing gleam in his eye and no hair on his head. A black leather collar
encircled his neck and I could see a rubber, dog-tail plug protruding
from his arsehole.

'The dog's name is Butch,' said Bozz. 'He's lean and mean, and very
obedient.'

Butch gave out a low growl and bared his teeth, just like a real dog.

'He certainly looks lean and mean,' I said. 'How old is he?'

'He's fifteen years old,' Bozz replied. 'And we've kept him kennelled in
the basement for almost a year.'

The boy's skin was albino white, so Bozz and Gee had probably never let
him out of the house since he arrived. I was now getting rather worried
about my own situation - Bozz and Gee might want to keep me kennelled in
the basement, alongside Butch. This submissive lark was getting out of
hand, but now I was in no position to call it a day and walk away.

'If you play up, the dog will bite you,' said Bozz, smiling. 'If you play
along, he will lick you.'

Bozz left the room, leaving the dog to guard me.

I pulled at the handcuffs, but they were locked tight. The dog growled
again.

'Steady, boy,' I said. 'I was just getting comfortable.'

Butch whined a little and opened his mouth. I pulled at the handcuffs
again as his tongue encircled my cock.

'Oh, fuck!' I exclaimed, shutting my eyes.

Butch settled down and went to work on my flaccid cock. Somehow my fear
and loathing didn't stop my penis from twitching with excitement.

'Butch, stop!' I ordered. 'Bad dog. Stop...'

The boy's tongue forced me to stop talking and start moaning with
pleasure, which I knew would only encourage the cock-sucking sod.

I opened one eye and took a peak at the boy's busy tongue, which was now
making my toes curl as it continued to lick my cock into shape. Within
minutes, I was willing Butch on and urging him to, 'Suck on that bone,
boy. Make it nice and stiff'.

I knew that I was taking a big risk: the boy's behaviour was bordering on
the psychotic. However, being fully restrained, I was in no position to
curb his enthusiasm. So I just lay there and hoped for the best.

Suddenly, I was jolted out of my unbridled state of pleasure by Bozz's
return. I heard his voice, but I didn't catch what he said.

'The dog's licking my cock,' I said.

'And you like it, so don't pretend otherwise.'

'But he could bite...'

'Yes, that's true,' Bozz interrupted. 'But he won't, unless I order him
to. He's been trained to get the best out of a man's cock, so he won't
bite off your balls without my say-so.'

'And if I play along, that won't happen, right?'

'That's it, rarse. You belong to me now. I'm going to keep you here for a
month or so, and during that time I'm going to pimp you out to my
friends.'

'No, that ain't right,' I said. 'I can't stay here for a month. I have
things to do; I have exams to sit; I...'

'That's right, rarse. You have lots of things to do, and lots of people
to see. So just relax and get use to being my new bum-boy.'

He ran his coal-black hands over my ribcage and sighed.

'So pale, so white,' he continued. 'You wouldn't want me to beat you
black and blue, and break a few of these [ribs]. So be a good boy and
co-operate.'

He then tweaked my nipples and left the bedroom.

Butch was quick to get back into his stride. I could feel his saliva
dripping on to my ball-sac as I edged toward an orgasm. My legs
stiffened, my upper body shuddered and I thrust my hips upward.

'Fucking hell!' I exclaimed, as a jet of seed filled the boy's mouth.

Butch swallowed the whole lot, including the second and third spurts of
spunk.

'Good dog, good dog,' I groaned. 'Lick it some more.'

That off the cuff request was a big mistake. My cock was truly spent and
rapidly losing its rigidity; however, that didn't stop Butch from
grabbing hold of my ball-sac, in a vice-like grip, and reprising his
earlier effort. His manic tongue just wouldn't let my cock rest. I begged
him for a respite, but the little sod never let up.

I began to bounce around in my bonds, calling out for Bozz to intercede.
I promised the wiry hound all kinds of favours, but nothing would stop
him from torturing my cock with his lips and tongue.

With the palm of his hand, Gee banged twice on the door as he entered the
bedroom.

'Get down, Butch,' he ordered. 'Leave Bruno be. You can milk him later,
when we've shaved off his hair.'

'Bruno?' I queried. 'Who the fuck is Bruno?'

Gee smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

'That's your name, puppy boy,' he replied. 'You're going to be kennelled
here for a while, so you must have a dog collar, a dog-tail plug and a
dog name, and a nice bald head and hairless ball-sac.'

'No way!' I exclaimed. 'I didn't sign up for this. Let me go.'

'Sorry, boy. You have no say in the matter. You belong to us now.'

I pulled again at the handcuffs as Gee ran his fingers up and down my
ribcage.

'Are you ticklish, Bruno?' the old man asked. 'Let's see if I can make
you laugh and cry at the same time.'

'No, no, no,' I implored, as the man's bony fingers went to work on my
upper body.

For some ten to fifteen minutes my body was subjected to a roller-coaster
ride of torment. I just couldn't stop laughing, crying and cursing. The
man had me twisting and turning, and rattling around in my bonds, as I
danced to his expert touch.

'Please stop!' I begged. 'I'll do anything, anything.'

'That's good to hear,' said Gee. 'We'll start with a nice haircut.'

Butch was sent off to fetch a shaving kit and Bandit, another albino
white puppy boy. Bandit was taller and older than his kennel mate, and,
even without hair, far better looking. He had girl-like features, a sexy
body and a long, uncut cock.

Bandit and Butch ensured that I stayed put during my enforced haircut. My
hands were free from the cuffs, but my ankles remained secured to the bed
with leather straps and rope. I sat up and watched, in the wardrobe
mirror opposite, my hair being removed by the handful. Gee seemed to
really enjoy denuding me of my upper and lower locks - I later discovered
that he had been trained as a barber, so he certainly knew how to give me
a close shave.

Before I was handcuffed to the bed again, Gee used a powerful vacuum
cleaner to remove any loose hair from the sheet covering the mattress;
and in the process, he playfully used the cleaner's nozzle to suck up my
flaccid cock and hairless ball-sac.

The cleaner popped loudly as the old man pulled the nozzle off my
cock-head and aimed it at my balls. Both orbs were dragged up and in to
the narrow pipe, and remained there for several long and painful minutes.

'Lay Bruno down and cuff him to the bed,' said Gee to Bandit and Butch.
'I want you two puppies to bond with your new kennel mate. I want you to
milk him dry and tickle him all over. I'll be back in an hour with his
collar and plug. We can then introduce him to the Electric Lady and
Sparky.'