Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2017 15:19:27 +0000
From: Andy Mann 303 <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: David's Adventures

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David's Adventures - Part 1

My mother was fortunate enough to inherit a great deal of money from her
father when he died in 1968, so it was no inconvenience for her to be a
single parent to a bonny boy. As soon as I was of school age, I was sent
off to a very expensive boarding school. I only came home during the school
holidays.

My mother relied on Mr. Haywood, her stockbroker, for a lot more than just
investment advice. She trusted him implicitly, and sought out his advice on
a variety of personal matters. When she first introduced me to him, she
made a point of telling me to obey him in all things - she must have hoped
that he would become the father figure in my life. She thought he was an
upright gentleman. I even think she asked him to tutor me on the facts of
life, or 'the birds and the bees' as she would have called it.

I was very impressed with Mr. Haywood. He was 50-years old, always well
dressed - he looked like a typical stockbroker - and had a very
matter-of-fact way about him.

The first time he drove me home from my boarding school, to begin the
Easter holiday, I was thirteen years old. He started talking about what I
liked about school. He told me he had fond memories of getting to know his
tutors, and the boys in his dorm. He began asking questions like: had any
of my tutors talked to me about sex; did they ever touch my private parts;
did I enjoy masturbating; did I enjoy seeing other boys naked in the
showers; and did the boys play sex games after lights out? I was too shy to
admit to having sexual thoughts, or that I wanked two or three times a day.

Rather than drive me directly to my mother's country house, Mr. Haywood
turned off the main road and parked his car in a secluded spot, which was
surrounded by a stand of trees. His silver-grey Rolls Royce was very
comfortable and roomy inside. He reached over and placed his right hand on
my bare thigh, just below the hem of my short trousers. I had never had a
man touch me like that before. He then placed his left arm round my
shoulders and pulled me close to him, so that he could kiss me on the
mouth; and as he did so, his right hand ran up the inside of my trousers.

I can only describe myself as an average boy for my age: light brown hair;
hazel eyes; average height and weight; and just entering puberty. I had not
been circumcised, and there were beginnings of pubic hairs growing above my
cock. When Mr. Haywood's hand reached my white Y-fronts, and gently pressed
against the cotton material, he felt a painfully hard little cock.

When I didn't resist his kiss, Mr. Haywood's hand began to rub my
stiffy. After a few minutes, he suddenly withdrew his hand and began
fumbling with the buttons of my fly. He then reached inside and pulled out
my cock and hairless ball-sac.

The second he had exposed my genitals, he used a finger and thumb to ease
my foreskin up and down. I looked down and my little knob was shiny and
wet.

Mr. Haywood told me that I had a nice looking cock, for a boy of my age. I
was more than a little flattered that he thought so highly of me.

When he leaned over and put his head in my lap, so that he could suck on my
cock, I froze. I sat there dumbfounded, resting my hands on the back of his
head. I began to moan with pleasure, and hoped that he would never stop.

Eventually, he sat up, unfastened his trousers and pulled out a nice
circumcised cock. He took hold of my right hand and encouraged me to grasp
the hard-standing stem. I started stroking it up and down, just like he had
done to mine.

After a few minutes, Mr. Haywood decided that he wanted to see me naked.

'Get out of the car, David,' he said, smiling. 'Take off all your clothes,
and leave them where they fall, and slowly walk round to my side of the
Rolls.'

I froze again, and felt my face go bright red with embarrassment.

'The trees will safeguard your blushes,' he continued, 'if anyone is about
at this time of the day. So, get that uniform off and slowly walk round to
my side of the car.'

I just couldn't believe I was doing this; I was normally a very shy boy. I
opened the car door, stepped out and began undressing.

'That's a good boy,' he said. 'Now don't rush things. I want to see you
take everything off, slowly, like a striptease.'

My walk round the Rolls Royce seemed to take forever. Mr. Haywood took
great pleasure in seeing me squirm with embarrassment; and the cold air on
my naked body made me shiver, which only added to the man's enjoyment.

I opened the car door and clambered onto the back seat.

'It's chilly out there, Mr. Haywood,' I said, closing the door behind me.

'Call me George,' he said. 'We are friends now, David. So there's no need
for you to call me Mr. Haywood when we're on our own and sucking cock.'

I smiled and shivered at the same time.

'Righty-ho,' he continued, with a sly chuckle. 'Now stretch out on the seat
and let me see you wank yourself off, slowly.'

Half turning, George sat and watched me stretch out on the bench seat. His
head was between the two front seats, so he could see everything I was
doing.

'Now take your time, boy,' he said. 'I want to see you get really excited
with that stiffy in your hand. And I want to hear you moan and groan with
pleasure, like you do in the dorm at night.'

George certainly got his wishes. I lay on the leather bench seat, making
all kinds of noises, for quite a long time. I was then given a handkerchief
to mop up my seeds, before being told to get out of the car and walk to a
nearby tree.

'Slowly now, boy,' he ordered. 'I want to see you walk to that oak tree and
stand there, showing me your arse. And when I give you the say-so, I want
to see you return to the back seat and wank yourself off again.'

An hour or so later, for an encore, I opened my mouth and took in George's
shiny purple knob. With both hands, he grabbed my head and power fucked my
mouth like a man possessed, lubricating my throat with pre-cum and a deluge
of warm semen.

After two more visits to the secluded spot, where I was photographed in the
nude, I was invited to spend a few days in London with my new mentor, who
owned a two-bedroom flat in Mayfair.

During the days, we went sightseeing. I remember visiting Speakers' Corner
in Hyde Park. There were lots of people around, listening to the various
speakers, so George showed me the best place to stand. Some two minutes
later I was being groped by two men: one was standing in front of me,
gently fondling my cock through the material of my shorts; the other was
behind me, squeezing my arse-cheeks.

With George and another man standing on either side of me, I was completely
boxed in. I stood there in silence, as all four men had a good, long feel
of my arse-cheeks and genitals.

An old Victorian toilet was our next port of call. The public convenience
was located in the centre of a busy roundabout, on a large traffic
island. George and his three friends guarded the end cubical, the one I was
undressing in.

The three strangers joined me in rotation. They each ran their hands over
my naked body, squeezing my arse-cheeks, tweaking my nipples and fingering
my anus.

Stranger number one slapped my arse before ordering me to suck on his
hard-standing cock. Stranger number two forced his fingers into my mouth,
before I went down on him. Stranger number three sucked me off, rather than
the other way round.

During the evenings, George and I stripped naked and played with each
other's cock. I learned to savour the taste of his seed. He loved to see me
walking around the flat in the nude, and his camera was always on hand to
capture those moments.

I was completely under the stockbroker's control, and there was no doubt in
his mind that I would do anything he told me to do. So, I was genuinely
surprised, but not mortified, when he invited some business friends over -
he had decided to use me to bribe a rich Japanese tycoon.

I recall parading around in a pair of white ankle-socks and Y-fronts for
the three men. They took great delight in playing with the bulge in my
Y-fronts. I was instructed to kneel between Mr. Segura's legs and suck on
his hard-standing cock, while wanking off his two underlings, who were
sitting on either side of the tycoon.

Mr. Segura was an elderly man, who ran a well-known electronics firm. He
was not much taller than me, but he looked very fit. His hair was jet black
and cut rather short, and brushed to one side. His face was round and had
very little facial hair. George told me that the businessman had a strong
desire to fuck a fresh-faced English schoolboy. He loved seeing such boys
in and out of school uniform, and was delighted with all those photographs
of me posing beneath the oak tree.

For almost an hour, the three businessmen took scores of photographs of me
in and out of my school uniform. I was then photographed being tied up,
with white rope, by Mr. Segura's underlings. The camera captured me in all
kinds of uncomfortable positions, most of which involved the use of a stout
bamboo cane. I was even hung upside down at one point.

Mr. Segura certainly got his money's worth that evening. He had me suck on
his cock until he came in my mouth. He felt me up and pulled on my cock for
a long time, before sucking me off. He was thrilled that I was uncut, and
drove me crazy with his tongue under my tight foreskin.

Eventually, he decided to bend me over and fuck me. He stuck the nozzle of
a rubber bottle in my arsehole and squirted some liquid in, before coating
his stiffy with the same liquid. When he shoved his cock into my anus, it
hurt like hell. I recall calling him all the names under the sun, but still
he kept fucking me.

I was fucked three more times that evening. George and the two underlings
fucked my arsehole until it was red-raw. And the bastards laughed at me
when I began to cry.

* * *

During my next visit to London, George took me on a whistle-stop tour, in a
taxi, of Whitehall, Parliament Square and The Mall. We then went on to
visit Mr. Deacon, a friend of George's who lived in Dolphin Square,
Pimlico.

A dozen or so buildings formed the square itself, and encircle a well kept
garden-cum-park. Each block of flats was named after a prominent navigator
or admiral, and Drake House was where Mr Deacon lived.

Within the first ten minutes of our visit, Mr. Deacon had 'accidentally'
spilt a glass of orange juice over my lap. Of course, he insisted that I
take off my shorts and Y-fronts, so that he could get them washed and dried
before I left. The man, who was tall and thin, and in his late forties,
never offered me anything else to wear. He just pulled me on to his lap and
started to joke about his clumsiness. He then kissed my neck and started to
run his hand up and down my bare thigh. And as he took hold of my cock, he
whispered in my ear, 'I've seen photos of you in the nude, boy. So I know
what you look like under that uniform'.

I was so excited, but still a little nervous and shy. He told me that he
wanted me to visit his flat on a regular basis, so that he and his friends
could play with my cock and fuck me.

'Now stand up, David,' said George, 'and strip off for your new friend
Paul.'

I did as I was told, as both men watched me like hawks.

'Good,' said Paul. 'Now give your clothes to George and follow me into the
bathroom. I'll soon have you nice and clean, and ready to fuck.'

After a hot bath, Paul invited me to take hold of his pencil-thin cock and
lead him out of the bathroom, down the hallway and into the spare
bedroom. Once there, he began to lick my ball-sac, and suck my cock, as I
lay on the bed and moaned.

He rolled me over a few minutes later and rubbed some Vaseline on his cock
and around my arsehole. Then, I felt his knob pressing hard against my
anus. I tried to relax as the bulbous knob entered my tight hole.

It hurt a bit, but I could handle it after my sex romp with the Japanese
tycoon. My host was very kind and gentle, and once his cock was all the way
in, he proceeded to fuck me long and hard.

So that's how I became Paul's sex pet. I made regular, term-break visits to
the flat in Pimlico to have fun with Paul and his friends, some of whom
were lawyers, policemen and politician. George was always on hand to
encourage me to give them my best, and to help any new boy feel at home -
there was always one or two new boys at Paul's 'dinner parties'. Some of
the boys were from a local children's home, and others came from a
Southend-on-Sea children's home.

I recall being invited to watch Paul undress two scouts, as they sucked on
his hard-standing cock. The two scouts and I were then photographed by
Mr. Cliff, who told us to stand before the camera and pose in a variety of
different positions.

During the photo-shoot, Dr. Steel and two other men (a businessman and a
lawyer) arrived to 'hump the new boys'. The orgy that followed was truly
awesome, with me being face-fucked by everyone except Mr. Cliff - his
camera captured me in all kinds of lewd positions. I was face-fucked on the
sofa by Paul and the lawyer; on the living-room floor by George; on the
sofa again by Dr. Steel and the businessman; and on the bed by Mr. Foley.

Two days after that awesome session, George let Mr. Foley take me out for
the day. Mr. Foley told me to get into his car and pretend that I was his
nephew, if anyone asked.

As we drove out of London, Uncle Alex told me to unbuckle my belt and ease
down my shorts and Y-fronts. We left the city behind us, travelling mainly
along seldom used B roads, and headed to a large wood. I was completely
naked by the time we arrived at the wood.

Alex remained fully clothed as he reclined my seat and told me to put my
arms above my head and stretch out my legs. He then wanked me off slowly,
but didn't let me shoot my load for what seemed like an eternity.

After my climax, Alex ordered me out of the car and told me to get cleaned
up and dressed on his side of the vehicle. I felt so embarrassed, standing
beside the car as my clothes were handed to me, through the open window, by
Alex.

Some ten minutes later, the car arrived at another secluded spot in the
wood. Again, I was told to strip naked and sit back in my seat. Suddenly,
during the wank that followed, a man appeared beside the car - right by the
passenger window. I totally lost it and shouted for Alex to start the
engine and get going as fast as he could. Alex laughed and told me to, 'Lie
back and show the man your stiffy. He's one of us, so give him a good
show'. I squirmed around in my seat as the man oggled me through the car
window.

I was told to roll down the window a few minutes later, to allowed the man
to get involved in my car seat wank. He tweaked my nipples as Alex played
with my hard-standing cock. The two men then worked on my cock and ball-sac
together, before I was told to wank the man off through the open window.

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David's Adventures - Part 2

Alex's dares and humiliations became more diverse the following year,
during the six-week summer break from school. I was being watched by
several men by then, but none of them did more than wank or suck me off. I
would get out of the car, take off my clothes and walked over to a large
oak tree. The men would gather round me as I stood there, wanking myself
off slowly - Alex was big and burly, so no one pushed their luck with him
around.

My clothes came off at the beach as well. The men there were all nudists,
and some of them were having sex in the dunes when we arrived. They kept
asking me to come down to the beach on my own, 'C'mon, David. Spend the day
with us and we'll gang-bang you in the dunes, and teach you how to swim in
a sea of spunk'.

Alex only took me to the beach two or three times - some of the nudists
were just as big as he was, so he didn't want to push his luck with
them. Also, he could see that I was becoming increasingly interested in the
idea of a gang-bang in the dunes.

'If I wasn't around to protect you, David,' he said, sternly. 'Those sharks
would rip your arse apart in a no-holds-barred feeding frenzy'.

With the beach out of bounds, Alex took me off the see his good friend
John.

* * *

We got out of Alex's car and approached John's bungalow. The front door was
opened by a man in his late 30s. He was tall, dark and ruggedly handsom,
and was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, white shorts.

'Come in, come in,' he said, as he kissed Alex on the lips. 'How's it
hanging?'

'As always,' replied Alex. 'Up one minute, down the next.'

'And this must be David, your new bum-boy.'

'Yes, that's right,' said Alex. 'David, this is my good friend John.'

With the introductions over, Alex and I were led into a large bedroom, and
told to make ourselves at home.

'There's a pool out back,' said John, 'if you fancy a swim.'

'Great idea, John,' said Alex. 'We'll strip off and join you and the guys
in a couple of minutes.'

With that, John left the room.

'Now follow my lead, David,' said Alex, as he began to strip off. 'My
friends want to see us both naked, and we're here to do just that. So, if
they say "suck cock", we open wide and suck cock. Okay?'

'Yes, Alex,' I replied, as I took off my coat. 'We get naked and bend over
for your friends.'

'That's it, boy. There's a man out there that can get me a really good job
in the City. So we are going to be his sex slaves for the next few days.'

'Sex slaves?' I queried, a little bemused.

'A sex slave is someone who suffers for his love of cock, and you're a
natural in that regard. And he might get roughed up a little, or tied up,
but he never complains. Okay?'

'Yes. I get it,' I replied, as I dropped my trousers. 'It's like being
bullied at school, but with lots of sex.'

'That's it!' said Alex. 'But most of the time it's just playacting. Someone
orders you about, or ties you up, so they can play with your arse and
cock.'

'That sounds like fun,' I said, smiling.

Within minutes, we were both stark-bollock-naked and hurrying out of the
bedroom and along the hallway.

Outside, it was hot and sunny, so the thought of a refreshing swim was the
only thing on my mind at the time. Being outside and in the nude, amongst
strangers, didn't really cause me any problems. Alex was just as
bare-arsed, so I just followed his lead.

As I jumped in the pool, I noticed two other swimmers - a man in his late
40s and a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy. They too were stark naked and
splashing around in the crystal-clear water.

A few minutes later, as we were bobbing about in a group, Alex introduced
me to Frank and Gavin. Frank was your typical mister average: tall, blond
and plain looking. His son was just as plain, and just as slim. They looked
like a pair of wiry warriors from Scandinavian.

'I've heard a lot about you, David,' said Frank, as he squeezed my left
arse-cheek. 'It's nice to finally meet you. Alex talks of nothing else
these days.'

'Yeah,' put in Gavin, 'it's good to have someone of my age around, to share
the bum burden.'

Alex and Frank laughed as they tried to push Gavin's head underwater.

'He just won't suck cock underwater anymore,' said Frank. 'Not even for his
old dad.'

Some five minutes later, we all left the swimming pool to have a little
three-on-one session, poolside. With me being picked as number one, Alex,
Frank and Gavin took great delight in getting my cock rock-hard.

Gavin was a superb cock-sucker. He began at the tip of my knob, and slowly
worked his tongue up and down my stiffy; he then took my cock into his
mouth - sucking more and more of it in, until his chin was pressing hard
against my ball-sac. I was groaning with so much pleasure, especially when
he started fingering and probing my bum-hole.

Alex and Frank flanked the pair of us, tweaking my nipples and squeezing
Gavin's arse-cheeks. Gavin's arse was also slapped from time to time, as
Alex encouraged me to kiss Frank fully on the lips.

Things were getting really hot now - all four of us were so keen to taste
cock, in a variety of combinations: twosomes, threesomes and foursomes.

As I turned to take Gavin's glorious cock into my mouth, I suddenly felt
hands on my arse, stretching my cheeks apart. I looked down and spotted
Frank getting ready to explore my inner sanctum with his hard-standing
length. And right behind him was Alex, so this was really getting good!

I relaxed and let all three have their way with me. I really enjoyed being
a sex slave, it was fun.

Somehow, Gavin and I ended up on our sides, in a sixty-nine position, with
Frank fucking me and Alex fucking Gavin. With almost perfect timing, the
two men shot their loads into our bum-boy holes as we eagerly swallowed
spunk.

We all collapsed in a sweaty heap, as the sound of applauses filled the air
- John and another man were standing by the diving board.

'That's Russell, David,' said Alex. 'He's the man we're all here to
please. So when he says jump, you jump.'

After a quick shower and another naked swim in the pool, the four of us
lined up on the lawn for inspection. Russell clearly liked what he saw, and
slapped us all on the arse as he gave out his A1 rating.

He, like John, was wearing nothing but tight, white shorts. The man was in
his late fifties, but he had a firm, paunch-free body. He also had thinning
gray hair and piercing blue eyes.

'Right, let's get you lot working for your supper,' he said. 'Twenty
press-ups on the lawn. Then twenty laps round the garden. And if the dog
chases you down, you lie there and let him lick your cock and ball-sac. No
ifs, no buts; you lie down, spread your legs and let him lick you into
shape.

I didn't like the sound of that, but no one in the line voiced an
objection.

Storm, the Rottweiler, padded out from the bungalow as we dropped to the
ground to give Russell his twenty press-ups.

'Keep those arms straight,' John barked. 'No slacking, or you'll spend the
night in the garden, under the stars with Storm.

The run took it out of us all, especially Alex and Frank. Storm kept a
close eye on our flagging progress as we passed him time and time again. I
was hoping he would chase down Gavin and give him a good licking. Of
course, everyone else in the garden was hoping that I would become the
chosen one.

We were all bushed by the time we headed for the shower. I just wanted to
lie down and rest my weary legs, but Russell had other plans.

'Right, you lazy layabouts,' he said, as we assembled on the lawn
again. 'John has four, brick-filled rucksacks in his possession. So I want
each of you to ask him, nicely, to give you one for the up and coming
hike.'

Not more legwork, I thought.

'With a rucksack on your back,' he continued, 'I want you to follow the
path through the wood, until you reach the main road. Then turn around and
come back, as quickly as you can.'

'What! With nothing on our feet?' asked Frank.

'Yes, bare-arsed and barefooted,' snapped Russell. 'And I don't want to see
any newspaper reports of four naked hikers in the wood. So stay in the
bushes when you reach the main road.'

'Yes, Sir,' said Alex, trying to quell any dissent in the ranks.

'Good, now get to it,' snapped the old man.

We were really done in by the time we made it back to the garden. The
rucksacks were truly heavy; our feet were black and blue from the rough,
stony path; our arms and legs were cut and sore from the lash of
hawthorn. In short, we were ready to drop when Russell told us to dump the
rucksacks, lie down on the lawn, and let Storm have a sniff of our sweaty
bollocks.

I was too knacked to protest, so I just lay there, with the dog towering
over me.

The shower that followed was a long, drawn-out affair. It took me an age to
get clean, I just couldn't move my arms and legs.

After dinner, I was 'invited' to spend the night with John and Russell. The
two men lost their shorts in double quick time as I crawled, on hands and
knees, into Russell's bedroom.

'We know you're tired, boy,' said Russell. 'But we must fuck that arse of
yours tonight.'

'You just lie back and let us do all the work,' said John.

'We both like skinny, blond schoolboys,' said Russell. 'So spread yourself
out on the bed, face down, and let us fuck your brains out.'

Most of that night was a blur. I was pulled and pushed in every direction,
like a rag doll, as John and Russell fucked me repeatedly. I recall having
a cock in my mouth most of the time, and a cock or finger up my arse all of
the time. It was so-o-o exhausting!

In the morning, I was out for the count until eleven o'clock. My arsehole
was red-raw and my cock was just as sore. Russell put me on sick leave
until after dinner, and then I was only allowed to do light duties,
i.e. cock-sucking.

Gavin did all the heavy lifting that night. He disappeared, along with John
and Russell, around eight o'clock. This left me, sitting on the sofa
between Alex and Frank, watching home-made porn on the television.

We sat and watched John, sitting naked on the sofa, playing with a naked
boy. Kevin, the boy, was cute and blond, and aged around ten or eleven. He
looked up at the camera as John casually reached across and took hold of
his four-inch stiffy.

Russell, the cameraman, asked the boy to part his legs, so that John could
play with his tiny ball-sac. Kevin smiled and did as he was told.

'Now let's get Robin involved,' said Russell. 'Get down on your hands and
knees, boy, and suck on John's cock.'

A naked teenager, with a shock of jet black hair, entered the frame on his
hands and knees. He was tall and thin, and aged around fifteen or sixteen.

'That's it, boy,' said Russell. 'Get between his legs and start working on
that man-size stem.'

Encouraged by several voices off-screen, Robin complied with Russell's
instructions. Clearly there was a group of horny men, and maybe some boys,
standing behind Russell.

Robin licked John's nine-inch length as it twitched in his hand. He worked
his tongue round the shiny bell-end and over the piss-slit, then slowly
took it into his mouth.

'Suck on that length, Robin,' said someone in the off-screen
audience. 'Let's see you suck the man dry.'

Someone knelt down behind Robin and firmly squeezed his arse-cheeks. The
boy shuddered as the naked man began fingering his arse-crack and hole.

'Stop that, Harry,' snapped Russell. 'Go fuck Gary or Keith.'

'Yeah,' said someone in the audience. 'Leave that arse alone.'

Several men laughed as Harry was dragged off the youngster and sent
packing.

Robin could really suck cock, he was a natural. I just couldn't keep my
eyes off his wonderful tongue and awesome lips. I was determined to emulate
his superb technique. Clearly a talent like that would ensure that I get
another invite to the bungalow, and maybe a starring role in one of
Russell's home-made flicks.

I so wanted to go down on Alex and Frank, but the boy on the screen had me
completely mesmerize.

'Those two boys will be here tomorrow,' said Frank. 'I think they're
cousins, or adopted brothers. Leastwise, they're regulars to this secluded
den of sin.'

'I would definitely do twenty laps for that blond's piece of arse,' said
Alex.

'And I would do twenty laps, and carry a rucksack through the wood, for
another piece of David's arse,' said Frank. 'Your bum-boy is number one in
my book.'

I smiled as the three of us sat side by side on the sofa, toying with our
hard-standing cocks. My stiffy was still sore from the night before, but
that didn't stop me from giving it a hard squeeze.

'Maybe we should get together, sometime later, and share our bum-boys,'
suggested Alex. 'I know David would gag at the chance of a threesome with
you and Gavin.'

'Yes, that would be awesome,' said Frank, as he put his arm round my
shoulders and pulled me forward and down, so that I could suck on his
seven-inch cock.

- - - - -

David's Adventures - Part 3

George explained that my fan base had grown, thanks to Alex and Paul
spreading the word. Paul was now in charge of my fan club, so he was the
man running the next session-cum-party.

'How many fans have I got, George?' I asked, nervously. 'I don't think I
could handle more than seven or eight.'

'Nonsense, David,' he replied, smiling. 'The party will last a good many
hours, so you won't be bending over for the entire throng in one hasty
sitting. Paul has organized a rota of sorts; he's very good at working out
cock-to-kid ratios.'

Paul greeted us in the hallway with a broad grin on his face. The fact that
he was stark-bollock-naked, and slightly drunk, didn't faze me at all - I
kinda liked the idea of an eccentric old man chatting to me in the nude.

'Nice to see you again, David,' he said. 'The party will begin as soon as
you and George return from the bathroom, naked.'

'Is everyone here?' George asked Paul. 'David wants to take on as many
cocks as you can muster. He wants to be treated like a real slut today.'

'Well, that's not completely true,' I said, a little peeved at the way
George had completely dismissed my concerns about the number of men at the
party. 'I...'

'No ifs, no buts,' Paul interrupted. 'You can't back out now. Just think of
all your disappointed fans. I would have a riot on my hands, especially now
that they've seen those sexy photographs of you in and out of school
uniform.'

'It's just a touch of stage fright,' said George, as he guided me toward
the bathroom. 'David isn't going to let us down, not if he knows what's
good for him.'

The menace in George's voice told me to keep quiet and follow orders. If I
bent over and pleasured everyone at the party, I would just have a sore bum
for a couple of days; if I made a fuss, I might be slapped around and left
to walk home bandy-legged. The urge to make a fuss did start to appeal to
me at that moment.

* * *

The living-room was filled to bursting when I came in from the
bathroom. There must have been a score of naked men waiting for me to make
an entrance.

Paul and George followed me into the room, as all eyes fell on my naked
body. I kept my eyes fixed, at cock and arse level, on the men directly in
front of me. It was then that I gave up any notion of making a fuss about
servicing the throng - I was going to bend over for every one of these
magnificent members.

I now felt like Larry the Lamb, surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. The
fact that I was a randy little lamb didn't stop me from trembling before
such powerful predators.

Suddenly, Alex appeared from nowhere and gave me a bottle of beer and two
yellow pills. He told me to down the pills with the beer; and as I did so,
he made sure I drank every last drop of the brew.

Paul, who was still standing behind me, took the empty beer bottle from
me. This prompted Alex to pull me close and kiss me deeply. His hands began
to stray all over my body, as did other firm hands - the wolves were now
upon me, and I was roughly dragged to the floor.

I started my fight back by sucking on all the cocks I could find. The sea
of tangled arms and legs grew larger and larger as more men joined the
disorderly scrum.

'The boy's here to pleasure everyone,' Paul announced over the hubbub of
the scrum. 'So let's have a bit of decorum. Cock-sucking is fine;
finger-fucking is fine; but if anyone tries to jump the queue, by jumping
the boy, then they'll be flung out on their ear.'

With sighs of mock derision, the men around me seemed to ignore Paul's
threat of expulsion; however, they did take note of his rules regarding
cock-sucking and finger-fucking.

I truly enjoyed being the life and arsehole of the party. However, being
the centre of attention, in a scrum full of horny boy-lovers, was bloody
hard work; especially when it came to the wear and tear on my nipples and
ball-sac. My arse and cock were just fine with the probing and teasing, but
the ball squeezing and nipple pinching did hurt at times.

After the prelims, which lasted a good 40 minutes, Paul and George wrestled
me free from my fans and introduced me to 'the sling'.

The leather thingamajig, which was suspended from the ceiling by four
lengths of chain, looked like a wide, black hammock. Each arm of the sling
had a leather cuff attached; and it was these cuffs that held my wrists and
ankles fast.

I half-sat/half-lay in the sling, with my arms and legs spread wide
apart. My arse was now on offer to everyone in the room.

'Righty-ho,' said Paul. 'The boy will now be greased up with Vaseline and
fucked by you all, in an orderly manner. During the fuck-fest, you can bend
over for each other - to limber up for the fuck ahead - but do stay ready
to be called upon at a moment's notice.'

I instinctively grabbed hold of the chains when Paul applied the first
dollop of Vaseline to my 'boy cunt'; and as he did so, the wolves closed in
around him, watching his every move.

This was such an exciting moment for me. I was about to be gang-banged by a
score of well endowed men. They all wanted me, and I was so thrilled.

'Who is gonna fuck him first?' asked a disembodied voice.

'Button it, Sam,' said George. 'We all get sloppy seconds, except
Alex. He's the big bazooka this month, so keep shtum and wait your turn.'

The beer and pills were continuing to keep me high. I felt so weak and
willing, and so warm and horny. I looked at the hard-standing cocks on my
left and right, and sighed with joy.

* * *

I rocked back and forth in the 'cradle of love' for what seemed like
hours. Alex had led the charge with a marathon, arse-ramming fuck, which
produced cheers of admiration from his fellow boy-lovers. The buzz from the
alcohol and drugs in my system made me wild for more cock - Paul had, after
my first fuck, given me more beer and a couple of blue pills.

Dr. Steel slipped his cock in to my ravenous hole next, and hit the joy
button immediately. He made my eyes water with every stroke.

'We're gonna sweat you, boy,' said Paul, as he poured some ice-cold beer
over my face and chest. 'You belong to us now, and we're gonna fuck you all
day.'

'More cock, more beer, more cock,' I barked. 'Give me more!'

Paul carefully poured a little beer into my open mouth, and made sure I
didn't choke on the brew. He then put a finger in my mouth and told me to
suck on it.

After Dr. Steel, all the faces that appeared between my legs blurred into
one. Each man's cock kept the joy button fully depressed, but no one stood
out as a face to remember - not even Paul or George.

I must have blacked out after the fuck-fest, which ended with Paul securing
a leather strap round the base of my cock and wanking me off for a very,
very long time.

* * *

When I woke, I found myself still naked and fully restrained. However, I
was now tied down and spread-eagled on a wide, wooden bench. No one else
was in the room, which was large, windowless and totally unfamiliar to me.

I was confused, and a little dizzy from all the alcohol and drugs that were
still swirling around in my system. I had no idea where I was, or what to
do. I should have been screaming out for help, but I just couldn't be
bothered for some unknown reason.

I pulled at my restraints and raised my head. There was a door at the far
end of the room - a light on the other side faintly outlined its shape
against the wall. In the room, and emanating from somewhere behind me, a
dull red glow lit up my surroundings a little - I later discovered that its
source was a small, one-bar electric heater.

I peered into the gloom and realized that I was in some kind of cellar. The
walls were brick-lined and the ceiling was ribbed with timber joists, which
supported floorboards above.

'I've been kidnapped,' I said to myself. 'George and Paul have kidnapped
me.'

My cock twitched; and then the reality of the situation kicked in. My whole
body shuddered as I started to panic.

'Hey, George,' I shouted. 'I'm in here. Let me out.'

Someone began to move about on the floor above me.

'Let me out,' I called, tugging at my restraints. 'I'm down here, tied up.'

The sound of someone descending a flight of wooden steps reduced my anxiety
a little. The thought that my hoped-for rescuer might be a mad axe man
never crossed my addled mind.

'In here,' I called, as the door creaked slowly open. 'I'm in here, all
tied up.'

'And that's where you're gonna stay for an hour or so,' said Paul. 'You
stay in the cellar until you're sober enough to go home with George.'

'But, but why down here, Paul?' I asked. 'It's bloody cold and dark, and a
bit scary.'

'It's the games room, David; the place where our slaves are tied up and
punished. George wanted you to see it, before you made up your mind.'

I tugged at my restraints again when the lights came on and Paul closed the
door behind him.

'George wanted you to try out the bench,' Paul continued, 'to see if you
wanted to be a slave, or an assistant. Alex and I said slave, Dr. Steel
said assistant.'

I looked round the room and saw all the leather straps and metal implements
hanging from walls. It was then that I said, with a gulp, 'Assistant'.

'Don't be too hasty, David. You might like being our sex slave.'

'Oh no,' I said, shivering nervously. 'I've tried that already.'

'What if I keep you tied up for a week or so? Maybe punish you a little
with a stout leather strap. Slap you around a bit; just to give you some
idea of what's it like to be a slave.'

'No, Paul. Just let me go,' I said, with a slight whimper in my
voice. 'Stop joking; it isn't funny. I want to go home now.'

'What a lemon!' laughed Paul, as he sat down on the edge of the bench, took
hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. 'All those canes and whips
are used on the naughty grown-ups. No one is going to hurt you.'

My cock began to twitch and stiffen. Paul's expert fingers were about to
convince me to give him a sympathetic hearing.

'If you're a horny schoolboy, only your cock, nipples and balls get a
workout on the bench,' Paul continued. 'David the sex slave will be tied
down by a fan, or a master, and wanked off. He will be brought to the very
brink of a climax, and then kept there for a very long time. Only when he
begs for relief will he be allowed to shed his load.'

Paul worked his hand quickly up and down my uncut cock, bringing it to a
full erection within seconds. I simply groaned with pleasure and closed my
eyes.

'That feels nice,' I sighed, as Paul's right hand began to gently play with
my ball-sac.

'A naughty boy like you needs his cock pumped dry every weekend. Yes, every
weekend, without fail.'

'Yes, without fail,' I murmured.

'He needs to be tied down on the bench and licked into shape, and then
teased and tormented at least once or twice a week.'

'Yes, twice a week,' I sighed.

'He needs to be polite and obedient at all times; even when his nips are
being tweaked real hard by an enthusiastic fan.'

'Mmmmmmm, yes,' I sighed, as Paul's fingers sent a shiver up and down my
spine.

My whole body quivered, and then the muscles in my arms and legs tensed
up. Being tied down like this, and slowly wanked, was truly awesome. There
was no way I was going to miss out on this weekly 'torment'.

Paul continued to stroke my four-inch stem for a few more minutes, then, as
I began to get real close to a climax, he released his grip and left my
cock swaying in the breeze.

My cock twitched and strained for relief, but none came.

This real torment was repeated three more times. I begged for relief, but
Paul just smiled.

'You must learn to take the good with the bad, David,' he said, as he
tweaked my right nipple. 'A sex slave must suffer in some way, like an
artist. So get used to it.'

It was then that he suddenly leant forward, opened his mouth and hungrily
sucked in my knob-head. I instinctively raised my arse off the bench and
tried to force more of my cock into his mouth.

'Don't stop, Paul,' I yelped. 'Please, please don't stop.'

I bounced around in my bonds as Paul worked on my throbbing cock with his
lips and tongue. A real fear of him stopping kept my arse high in the
air. I had to do everything I could to help him bring me off.

Paul continued to lick me into shape as I encouraged him, with a cacophony
of moans and groans, to take care of my needs.

When the moment came, I violently tugged at my bonds and, lifting my head
off the bench, pulled something in the back of my neck.

'Ahhh!' I yelled. 'That's the best...'

I suddenly fell silent as Paul began to squeeze my ball-sac and lap up
every drop of spunk I could produce.

The wanking I had done previously was truly tip-top, but it paled into
insignificance when compared to this 'forced' wanking. I just loved the
idea of not being in control; of being naked and tied down; and best of
all, being used by a horny alpha male.

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