Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2017 17:12:49 +0000
From: Andy Mann 303 <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Simon's Adventures

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Simon's Adventures - Part 1

It was a grey old day and I was hurrying along, on my way home from school,
when the first few drops of rain started to fall. It quickly turned into a
downpour as I ran to the bus shelter, which stood just outside the park
gates.

I wasn't the only one who had taken cover from the rain. As I entered, a
middle-aged man turned his head in my direction.

'You've just made it in time, blondie,' he said, smiling. 'We're gonna be
stuck in here for a good long while; it's fuckin' hammering down out
there.'

I looked up at the man and nodded in agreement.

'Smoke?' he asked, offering me a cigarette.

'No thanks,' I replied.

'Fuckin' wise decision,' he said. 'Best stick to wanking at your age. It's
much more fun... and it's free.'

The man could see the look of shock on my face. It was 1963, so no one said
the word 'wanking' to a complete stranger, especially if that stranger was
a fourteen-year-old boy.

We both turned our heads and looked out at the rain as it pounded the
deserted street.

'How would you like to make some money, blondie?' he said a few minutes
later.

'Doing what?' I asked.

'Wanking me off,' he said, dropping his cigarette to the floor and stepping
on it.

I thought about his offer for a few seconds. It didn't seem an unreasonable
request. After all, I had performed this service on several occasions for a
couple of schoolmates; and once, in the park bushes, I had shown a bunch of
younger boys how to wank off. Also, I was keen to see what a full-grown
cock looked like.

'How much?' I asked.

'Half-a-crown,' he answered.

This was a considerable amount of money: it was equal to five-times my
weekly pocket money, and would allow me to buy more GWR wagons for my model
railway.

'Okay,' I answered. 'Where?'

'Back there in the shadows, on the bench.'

'It's a bit risky. What if a bus comes along, or someone decides to come in
from out of the rain?'

'Well, we'll sit side by side, like father and son, and you can wank me off
under my jacket, which I'll drape over my lap.'

'Nah. It's far too risky.'

'What about the parkie's hut in the park? Iain won't be there now, and I
know where he keeps the spare key.'

'Nah, no way.'

'What about that derelict building across the street? We'll only get a bit
wet if we run, and I know a way in through the side door.'

We waited until the rain eased off before running across the street and
into the abandoned building, which had once been a radio repair shop.

'Let's have a look upstairs,' he said.

We made our way up a flight of stairs and into a room at the back of the
building. The room had once been an office, and was still furnished with a
chair and desk.

'This will do,' he said, as he sat down on the floor with his back to the
desk. 'Okay, blondie, let's see what you can do for old Bob-a-job.'

I wasn't sure what he meant at this point. He just sat there on the floor,
looking up at me.

'Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it!' he barked.

It seemed that he wanted me to work for my money, so I knelt down beside
him and reached for his belt. As I was undoing the buckle, I noticed the
bulge in his trousers growing rapidly. I undid the fly buttons, opened the
top of his trousers and eased them down. His uncut cock was now rock-hard,
and the knob was sticking up over the top of his Y-fronts.

A strange, musky smell filled my nostrils at this point. I pulled his
Y-fronts down, over his ball sac, and suddenly his cock was released. It
was by far the largest I had ever seen up to that point - far larger than
my own, or any of my schoolmates' erections. I took it in my hand and began
to stroke it slowly.

'How would you like to double your money?' said Bob-a-job, smiling. 'How
about sucking me off?'

I had never tried anything like that before, and although I was tempted to
accept, I didn't quite like the idea of it. By this time, my cock was just
as stiff as my new-found friend's; and I noticed him eyeing up my crotch as
I knelt beside him.

'Okay,' he said, 'never mind that. I'll give you ten-bob if you'll take off
your clothes and let me play with your arse.'

I thought about it again. I couldn't resist the money being offered, and by
this time I was feeling extremely horny.

'Okay,' I said. 'What do you want me to do?'

He took hold of my hand, pulled it away from his cock and stood up. He then
took off his jacket and laid it on the floor, where he had been sitting.

'Sit down there and take off your shoes and socks,' he ordered.

I did as I was told as Bob-a-job knelt down beside me. He took off my
blazer and slipped his hand inside my shirt. I felt my cock twitch as he
gently massaged my left nipple. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and took it
and my school tie off. He then lowered his head and began kissing and
sucking my left nipple. I felt my cock, still trapped in my short trousers,
getting even stiffer.

'Put your hand around my cock and keep wanking me off, real slow like,' he
ordered.

I obeyed the command as his hand moved to the waistband of my shorts and
released my belt. He slipped his hand down the front of my trousers and
felt my cock through the fabric of my underpants. I nearly came there and
then, but I somehow managed to hold back. He undid my trousers and, lifting
me up a bit, slid them off.

He ran his hands all over my body, before stopping at my crotch and
squeezing my cock through my Y-fronts. He stood up, kicked off his shoes
and removed his trouser and Y-fronts. His cock looked enormous as I viewed
it from my position on the floor.

'Have you done anything like this before, blondie?' he asked.

'No.' I replied, truthfully.

He walked over to the door and closed it. I could still hear the rain
beating against the window, so the storm was still raging outside.

'Okay,' he said. 'It may hurt a bit at first, but you should be able to
handle it.'

He came back and sat down beside me. He placed his hands on the waistband
of my underpants and pulled them off. My cock sprang free. It seemed a lot
bigger than usual, but it was still small compared to old Bob-a-job's.

'You've got a nice body, son' he said, giving it the once over with an
appreciative eye. 'How old are you?'

'Fourteen,' I replied.

'Lummy. I thought you were older. Still, never mind, we're not going to
stop now.'

He put his hand on my ball-sac and started massaging it slowly, whilst the
finger of his other hand explored my arse-crack.

'What's you name?' he asked.

'Simon. Simon Tay...'

'Well, Simon,' he interrupted, 'let's get down to business.'

Suddenly, Bob-a-job's mouth went for my stiffy. I let out a loud gasp as my
cock disappeared down his throat.

'Jez-z-z-z,' I shouted.

This prompted Bob-a-job to stop.

'Too much for you, eh?' he asked.

'Yes,' I replied. 'I nearly shot my bolt.'

'Okay. We'll save that for another time.'

Bob-a-job's finger continued to explore my arse-crack, before slipping into
my arsehole. My sphincter closed around it immediately, gripping it tight.

'Tight!' he exclaimed. 'You must relax; it'll be much easier if you
relax. Let's see what I've got to help.'

He reached down and brought out a small jar of Vaseline from his jacket
pocket.

'This is for emergencies, and times like this,' he continued. 'Always be
prepared. That's what my old scoutmaster use to say.'

He stuck his finger into the jar and smeared the content around my
arsehole. He again slid his finger into my virgin hole. This time it went
in much easier.

'That's better,' he said, as he slid two fingers into my hole. He knelt in
front of me and coated his cock with some Vaseline. 'Okay, Simon. You ready
for this?'

'Yes, go ahead,' I said.

He positioned himself between my legs and took hold of my ankles, which he
pushed apart. This exposed my anus to his stiff cock. I felt the tip of his
knob against my arsehole as it prepared to enter my inner sanctum. I felt
my muscles tighten as they resisted the attempt, but slowly, as he pushed
harder, the cock made headway.

He started moving backwards and forwards gently. I could feel his cock
inside me; and then that familiar feeling came over me: the feeling I
usually experienced from a mind-blowing wank. I came suddenly, shooting
sperm all over my chest. It seemed to go on forever; my cock just kept
pumping it out.

A second or two later, Bob-a-job let out a mournful groan and I felt a
warmth inside my arse.

'That was fuckin' great,' he said. 'I can usually go on for a long time,
but you made me come real quick, you sexy sod.'

I smiled as he withdrew his manhood from my inner sanctum. I liked being
called a 'sexy sod'.

'I see you've shed your load,' he continued, as he proceeded to lick the
sperm off my chest.

The rain had stopped and the sun was now beaming in through the window.

'Time to make a move,' he said, picking up his clothes and shoes. 'Here's
the ten-bob note I owe you.'

I took the crumpled note and began to dress.

'You looked as though you were really enjoying that,' he said,
grinning. 'You should come up to my place and meet a few of my
friends. They would love to fool around with a sexy sod like you.'

'I might take you up on that,' I said. 'Perhaps after school, tomorrow?'

'Yeah, why not,' he said. 'I'll meet you by the park gates.'

- - - - -

Simon's Adventures - Part 2

I was really eager to meet up with Bob-a-job again. He took me to his flat,
which overlooked the park, and introduced me to a couple of his like-minded
friends. Alan and George were two wiry, old wrinklies; but unlike my
grandfather, they were both kind and extremely friendly. They treated me
like a prince, by ensuring that I didn't overdo things during my first
visit to the flat. For instance, they were the ones who insisted on taking
off everything I was wearing; they also made sure my bath was not too hot,
and that every inch of my body was washed, by them, with Pears soap.

The two men also spent an age drying me off with an ultra-small towel and
'lots of kisses and cuddles': a phrase Alan used whenever he squeezed or
patted my arse-cheeks.

After all the pampering in the bathroom, I was led back to the living-room
to be fucked by Bob-a-job, who was sitting on the settee, in the nude,
waiting for me.

'Now, Simon, let's introduce you to the Cradle of Love,' said
Bob-a-job. 'Alan and George have done this dozens of times, so they won't
drop you if you get too excited.'

Alan and George said nothing; they just took hold of me in unison and
lifted me effortlessly off the floor, cradling my naked body between
them. Instinctively, I put my arms round their shoulders for support; and
as I did so, my legs, which were being held beneath the knees, were spread
wide apart.

'Now that's a nice view of your love-hole, Simon,' said Bob-a-job, as he
stood up and began stroking his hard-standing cock. 'I just need to fill it
with this to make the image complete.'

Alan and George tightened their grip on my legs and upper body as Bob-a-job
stepped forward.

'Once more unto the breach, dear friend, once more,' said Alan to
Bob-a-job, as he watched his friend's cock disappear into my well
lubricated 'love-hole'. 'Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood... and
give the scallywag a good, old-fashioned rogering.'

'Hold on tight, boy,' added George, 'this ride is going to last a long,
long time. Old Bob can fuck like a rabbit for hours on end. You'll be
sweating buckets by the time he sheds his load.'

'And then, if you're not too puffed,' said Alan. 'You'll let George and I
take care of your cock. We'll lick it into shape and encourage it to give
up all its milky-white seed.'

I managed to stutter out, 'Ye-s-s, that will be... gr-r-reat,' as Bob
pounded away at my arsehole.

George was spot on when it came to predicting the time I would be held in
the Cradle of Love, and even though he and Alan were pensioners, they never
once showed any hint of frailty during my 'good, old-fashioned
rogering'. In fact, they seemed to draw some sort of energy and enjoyment
from offering me up to their friend.

Bob's climax was a very noisy and frenetic affair. He kept me gasping for
air as he flooded my rectum with sperm. The sound of his ball-sac slapping
against my lower back was quickly replaced by a crescendo of satisfied
moans.

For my part, I was red-faced and sweaty, but still happy to join in with my
friend's grunts and groans of satisfaction. I really did like being fucked
by this randy old man, and the bonus of having his friends watching me
being poked was such a turn-on.

'That was fuckin' sweet,' said Bob-a-job. 'His arsehole is s-o-o tight.'

'Yes, we know,' said George. 'Alan and I could see how tight it was by the
expression on his face. The boy took it all in his stride; he's a real
trooper.'

'And now for his reward,' said Alan. 'Let's carry him into the spare
bedroom and take care of his cock, before he loses interest.'

'There's no chance of him doing that,' said George, smiling. 'When Bob
picks a boy, he picks the randiest in the troop.'

'Simon's no scout,' said Bob-a-job. 'He had fuck-me eyes, so I chanced my
arm at the bus stop. It was a bit risky, but I usually know when a boy is
ripe for the picking. And as I said, he had fuck-me eyes.'

'And a suck-me cock,' added an increasingly frustrated Alan, 'so let's
adjourn to the spare bedroom and milk the little scallywag.'

* * *

On my way down the stairs, sporting a pronounced sore-bum gait, I crossed a
burly black man and a boy I knew from school. Kevin Houghton was a year
older than me and a scout. We both looked at one another in a knowing way.

'How was it?' asked Kevin, smiling. 'You can tell me all about it tomorrow,
in the playground.'

The burly black man put his hand on Kevin's right shoulder and hurried him
up the concrete stairs; however, before he vanished from sight, he turned
his head in my direction and gave me a knowing smile.

That night, in my dreams, I watched a naked Kevin being lifted off the
floor by Alan and George and offered up to a massive, coal-black cock. I
then saw the scout, on heat, writhing up against the naked, black stud.

'Please fuck me,' the scout kept saying, but the black man just smiled and
continued to run his hands over the boy's glistening body. 'You can fuck
Simon later. I want to be your bum-boy now.'

Of course, I kept quiet about my dream when Kevin and I met in the
playground the next day. Unfortunately, he did manage to wheedle everything
else out of me in some detail.

'So you like being fucked by my scoutmaster?' he asked in a whisper.

'Yeah, it's fab,' I replied.

'Yeah, but it's a lot better when Lloyd and his mates do it. Those black
cocks can really make your eyes water.'

'Was that Lloyd on the stairs with you yesterday?'

'Yep. And you know what; he had his hand down the back of my trousers the
minute we left you on the stairs. Ain't that something?'

'What, squeezing your arse-cheeks?'

'And fingering my bum-hole.'

'What did Bob-a-job say, when he saw Lloyd doing that?'

'He just closed the door behind us and helped Lloyd strip me naked. Those
boy-lovers really like to see me in the nude.'

'Yeah, I bet,' I said, smiling.

* * *

My parents were very impressed with Kevin Houghton, my new friend from
school. He was the son of a solicitor's clerk, and a scout. He also had the
good sense to get me to join the scouts and become involved in 'something
worthwhile', as my mother said, and 'character building', as my father
said.

Kevin was also very keen on seeing me in and out of uniform, especially on
Saturdays, when we had the whole day to camp out at Bob-a-job's place,
practising our craft - we won so many 'special' badges in front of Alan's
camera.

Alan, now retired, had spent most of his working life as a film
director. He was no Alfred Hitchcock, but he did know how to get the best
out of an actor when the arc-lamps were on. He had directed dozens of films
in his career, but they were nearly all information shorts for the
government.

Alan and George were very good at producing 16mm shorts for their
like-minded friends on the Continent. The black and white masters were
taken to Amsterdam by ship, transferred to 8mm film stock and distributed
as exotica for boy-lovers.

Kevin and I appeared in dozens of these films, usually in and out of school
or scout uniform. We also appeared in several black-on-white films - George
had a real passion for seeing white boys being power-fucked by burly black
men. His fantasy was rooted in an incident that had happened to him in his
youth.

Apparently, a thirteen-year-old George was on holiday in the West Indies
when Runako, a servant of his father's friend, volunteered to show him
round a sugar plantation. However, after being persuaded to taste a
different kind of sugar, George spent the day servicing a gaggle of horny
black men in front of Mister Paul, the plantation manager.

George happily took the aphrodisiac the next day. He liked the way Runako
undressed him in front of Mister Paul; he also liked being carried, over
Runako's shoulder, into the playroom and handed over to the naked men on
the king-size bed.

George's jaw and arse ached like billy-o the next day. However, he still
said yes to Runako's invitation to take a third trip to the sugar
plantation. The aphrodisiac helped of course, but George's craving for
hard-standing cock was the thing that helped him grin and bear the rough
sex.

George loved to tell me all about his time with Runako and Mister Paul. He
would get me really excited as he played with my cock and described, in
great detail, how he was seduced and gang-banged by Runako and his
friends. The group usually fucked black boys in front of Mister Paul - the
boys tended to come from families that lived and worked on the plantation,
so a blind eye was invariably turned toward the manager's predilection.

Having a white boy to fuck was a real treat for the group, especially when
George was so white (because he came from England) and willing (because he
attended a private boarding school). Clearly the manservant had received
all the right signals from George, before he 'accidentally' exposed his
coal-black cock to the young gentleman from England. But still, he did take
an almighty risk that day.

According to George, the aphrodisiac was used to speed up his transition
from servicing one cock to servicing four. It also helped him shed all
those silly inhibitions - the ones that prevented him from dropping his
trousers and bending over for cock.

Alan and George loved to spice up their milking sessions with vivid
descriptions of boys being stripped naked and impaled on adult
cock. However, in my book, none of these vignettes could top George's
seduction in the West Indies. The mental image of George, at thirteen years
old, being sexually ravaged by four black men always brought out the best
in me, and never failed to trigger a mind-blowing climax.

Kevin also found George's story a turn-on. However, in his imagination, it
was always him or me being carried into the playroom by Lloyd.

The day I did get carried into the playroom by Lloyd was the first
Wednesday of the long, summer holiday. Alan, Bob and George stood behind
the camera, which was a 16mm Bolex on a tri-pod, and watched me being
dumped on to a king-size bed and pounced upon by the burly black man.

Lloyd and I were both naked and eager to get into a sixty-nine
position. Initially, we took no notice of Alan's polite instruction to move
into a more camera-friendly position - Almighty and Tiny, our hard-standing
cocks, were in desperate need of a good tongue-lashing, so Alan's words
were simply lost beneath the din of our cock-hungry frenzy.

The frenzy lasted a good fifteen minutes, with Alan getting more and more
uptight as it intensified.

'Calm down, Alan,' said George. 'Can't you see they're in love.'

'That's bollocks,' snapped Alan. 'They'll be in traction if they carry on
like that.'

'What if they get too excited?' put in Bob-a-job. 'We could lose a whole
day's filming.'

'Alright, alright,' said George. 'Let's pull them apart and get Lloyd to
bring the boy in again.'

It took three takes to get that particular scene in the can. Alan did
concede, eventually, that Lloyd and I should have been given some rehearsal
time, off camera. My enthusiasm for cock did tend to get in the way of
Alan's creative direction a lot, but he usually resolved the problem by
saying, 'Fuck it. Let's move the camera... again.'

- - - - -

Simon's Adventures - Part 3

The abduction film was made on location in the wilds of Kent, during a
week-long camping trip organized by Bob. All the major sex scenes were set
inside an abandoned boathouse, which stood on the right bank of the river
Medway.

The opening scene of the film depicted Kevin and I, dressed in full scout
uniform, setting up camp in a field, which was no more than fifty yards
away from a small wood. A long-shot of us putting up our tent, filmed from
just inside the wood, gave the impression that we were being spied upon by
someone concealed in the undergrowth.

While Kevin volunteered to go down to the river to fill up our canteens, I
headed into the wood to collect some dry kindling for a fire. It was then
that John and Roy jumped me.

I struggled for several minutes before being subdued (with a cloth soaked
in imaginary chloroform) and carried off to the boathouse by the two men,
who were wearing black balaclavas, navy-blue boiler suits and black boots.

The abandoned boathouse was an ideal location for a noisy and rough sex
romp; and rough was certainly the word I would use to describe the sex -
John and Roy didn't pull any punches when it came to stripping me naked and
dumping me onto a sturdy wooden table.

My wrists and ankles were tied to the table, so that I was lying face up
and spread-eagled before the cameras - Alan had two cine-cameras pointing
in my direction on that day: one operated by him, the other operated by
George.

For almost three hours my two captors, now stark-bollock-naked, teased and
tormented me; slapped me; and fucked me in a variety of different
positions. I looked and felt like a real abductee by the time Alan said,
'That's it for the day. We can do the close-ups tomorrow. Now get cleaned
up.'

The next day, when the close-ups were in the can, Alan and George decided
to rally the troupe and begin the next film, which neatly followed on from
the first.

John and Roy jumped Kevin as he frantically searched the wood for his
friend. They pounced on him as he made his way back to camp. However, in
Kevin's case, he was stripped naked in the wood and carried off to the
boathouse, over John's shoulder, via a convoluted route through the dense
undergrowth.

The boiler suits the two men wore protected them from many a barbed twig
and prickly leaf; however, their victim's naked back and sides were
exposed, on purpose, to all the path's natural hazards. Low, overhanging
branches attacked Kevin's body as he complained bitterly about the route
John was taking.

'Don't blame me, sunshine,' snapped John. 'The bloke who's paying for this
epic wants to see you suffer. He did want to see you being whipped, but Bob
and George came up with this idea instead. Now me, I would tie you to a
tree and give you two dozen lashes.'

'You're such an arse,' Kevin snapped back. 'Captain Bligh would be so proud
of you.'

'Yeah, keep on with the insults, sunshine. Remember, you're gonna be all
mine when we get back to the boathouse.'

'Stop talking!' barked Alan. 'We need to go again. That tree is messing
with the light, so back up and walk toward the camera again.'

John laughed as he backed up to let half-a-dozen branches caress Kevin's
bare arse.

* * *

John really made Kevin sweat that afternoon, especially when it came to his
turn to power-fuck the scout. I spent most of the session in the
background, tangled up in a fisherman's net that hung from the rafters by
rope. Outside the boathouse, a summer storm was brewing, so the portable
generator needed to be brought inside. Two more disruptions quickly
followed, which meant that the session overran by a good hour or so.

Kevin looked like death warmed up by the time the arc-lamps were eventually
switched off. He was none too pleased with the men who had signed him up
for this kind of film - being fucked by well-hung black men was much more
to his liking. In contrast, I enjoyed being slapped around and forced to do
John and Roy's bidding. It felt good to be tied up and used and abused by
these dominant men.

I also got a buzz out of watching Kevin being put through his paces. And
the next day, I was fortunate enough to witness another submissive being
restrained and trained.

Apparently, Aiden was a man who liked to be bossed about and treated like a
dog. He arrived at the boathouse in the back of an old van - during the
journey from London the twenty-something had been stripped naked and given
a dog collar to wear. In addition to the collar, a rubber tail-like dildo
had been inserted into his arsehole.

Kevin and I couldn't believe our eyes when Aiden came scampering into the
boathouse on all-fours: I think his enthusiastic entrance was more to do
with the cane marks on his arse-cheeks than his need to prove how dog-like
he could be.

The man with the cane was as dominant as he was ugly. He had a crooked,
leering smirk on his face and a devilish glint in his eye. He was tall and
thin, and had very little hair on his head.

I later discovered that he had served in the French Foreign Legion and that
Warren Mann wasn't his real name: apparently he had deserted from the Green
Howards in the early 1950s, after a Company Sergeant Major had been
hospitalized.

'So which one of these lads is going to help me chastise my pet?' said
Warren. 'They both look like they can handle a cane.'

'Simon is the more compliant, so Kevin is your man,' said Bob, beckoning
Kevin forward with a wave of his hand. 'Simon can be the mouth-watering
carrot to Kevin's stick.'

'Good idea,' said Warren. 'Rover will certainly beg and roll over for that
kind of tasty treat.'

Rover (Aiden) barked his approval as he gazed longingly at my flaccid cock.

Kevin was quite keen on becoming Rover's master for the day. He liked the
idea of making the man-dog do tricks in front of the camera; he also liked
being encouraged by Warren, and other voices off camera, to cane Aiden's
arse-cheeks for any transgression, no matter how trivial.

I stood behind the camera and watched the man-dog roll over, beg and
fetch. I watched him lap water from a bowl and wag his rubber tail. Warren
had trained his pet well.

'C'mon, Simon,' said Warren. 'Get down on your hands and knees and give
Rover a five-minute break. You've seen what it takes to be Mann's best
friend; and I'll take over from Kevin, so there'll be more verbal and less
caning.'

Alan shook his head furtively, but said nothing.

'You can be my new puppy,' Warren continued. 'So get down on your hands and
knees and come to heel.'

I was still hard at it when Alan deciced to put the camera away. Warren was
a relentless taskmaster. My knees were red raw - I must have circled the
boathouse floor a hundred times - and my cock and arse-cheeks were just as
battered and bruised - the man-dog had mounted me during my obedience
training and fucked my brains out. He had then left his mark (love bites)
all over my body, including my arse, cock and nipples.

I spent all of the next day with George, recovering in a small caravan -
Bob had rented three caravans, which were tucked away on a caravan site
near Teston. I never saw the inside of the boathouse again that trip. Bob
knew that I was keen to do more, but he didn't want to push his luck and
arrive back from camp with a total wreck on his hands.

Aiden and Kevin continued to perform in front of the cameras for another
two days - Aiden was hunted down in the woods, hung upside down from a tree
and caned by Warren. Kevin was kidnapped again and gang-banged by Bob, John
and Roy.

* * *

To earn my next 'special' badge, Bob sent me along to the Ben Hur Cinema in
White Horse Road. The place was a real dump, but Lloyd worked there as an
usher, so it was an ideal place to play with cock in the dark.

The cinema was almost empty when I stepped inside and sat down at the
back. The house lights were down and the film was just about to
start. Lloyd walked up the centre aisle and shone his torch in my
direction. He smiled and quickly moved on.

I looked around at the sea of empty seats, and then settled down to watch
the film. Some five minutes later, a man came shuffling along the row I was
in and sat down next to me.

'It gets quite hot in here,' he said, as he laid his jacket across his
lap. 'You'll be wise to take your jacket off as well.'

I followed the man's advice and took off my windcheater.

'Why aren't you in school, boy?' he asked, as he helped me place the
windcheater across my lap.

'The school roof was hit by lightning, and the whole top floor went up in
flames,' I replied. 'Someone had nicked a big chunk of copper conductor. So
I'm on holiday until they can find another school to take my class.'

'An act of God,' he said, as he continued to fuss with my windcheater. 'Now
that was a bit of luck.'

When the film started in earnest, the man still had his hand on my
windcheater - the section that spanned my groin. The back of his hand
stayed in constant contact with my shorts as it moved back and forth over
my cock. I tried to ignore the feeling, but the man's hand wouldn't let me.

'Just relax, boy,' he said. 'My name's Jim, and Lloyd sent me over here to
keep you company.

I sat frozen to the spot as the man and my cock conspired to entertain
me. The Duke was doing his thing on the big screen, but I was more
interested in what Jim was doing to me in the gloom of the cinema.

'Okay, boy,' said Jim. 'I need you to help me out a little. Just put your
hand under my jacket and take hold of Gerald. He wants you to give him a
little squeeze.'

'Gerald?' I queried.

'My cock,' he whispered. 'Gerald is the pet name I gave to my cock; my
dick; my todger.'

'Oh, right.'

Without giving it a second thought, I slid my hand under the jacket and
cast around for Gerald. I nearly jumped out of my seat when my fingers
found the unsheathed erection. It was massive; it was hard; it was rampant.

'Give him a squeeze, boy,' said Jim.

I wrapped my hand round the hard-standing beast and squeezed.

'That's it, boy. Make friends with Gerald.'

I sat in the gloom and did my best to maintain a firm grip on the man's
cock - my bony fingers were nowhere near as strong as they needed to be,
but Jim and Gerald didn't seem to mind.

'Now give him a little buff up,' said Jim, as he squeezed my cock through
the coarse material of my shorts.

'Buff up?' I queried.

Jim's free hand disappeared beneath the jacket to encompass my hand. I was
then schooled in the art of buffing up a cock by a true enthusiast.

'Hands-on training is the only way to learn,' said Jim. 'Ask anyone.'

'Is my cock big enough to buff up?' I asked.

'Let's see. Lose the shorts and give Gerald Junior an outing.'

Jim released my hand and watched as I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my
shorts. I then rose up in my seat and slipped both shorts and Y-fronts over
my knees, letting them fall to the floor, around my ankles.

'Now spread your knees and let Uncle Jim play with Junior and the twins.'

I eagerly spread my knees as Junior twitched uncontrollably, which made my
balls (the twins) bounce around in their hairless sac.

'Nice and stiff,' Jim continued, as he began wanking me off with his finger
and thumb. 'I like 'em nice and stiff, and matchstick thin.'

The feeling in my belly was truly awesome: I couldn't believe a finger and
thumb was capable of giving me so much pleasure. I felt obliged to reach
out and take hold of Gerald again, just to be polite, but my arms and legs
wouldn't budge - my whole body was enjoying the moment, big time.

'It feels good, yes?' asked Jim.

'Yes-s-s-s, real good!' I replied.

'You stick with me, boy. I know how to keep that fire in your belly burning
for a long, long time. It always feels good when you do it yourself, but
Uncle Jim knows all the ways of getting the best out of Junior and the
twins.'

My fingers gripped the arms of the seat as Jim stepped up the
stroke-rate. My knees were well apart, and the windcheater was now on the
floor, tangled up with my shorts and Y-fronts. I was on cloud nine, and so
failed to see Melvin, the junior usher, lurking in the main aisle:
crouching down and watching the action in the reflective light of the
silver screen.

'Your cock is rock hard, boy,' said Jim. 'Do you want me to ease up and
give it a little rest?'

'No way!' I snapped. 'I like it rock hard; it's good rock hard.'

'Yes, it feels good, real good. But...'

'Ahh, fudging hell,' I spluttered, as I half stood up and shot my load.

'That's it, boy,' Jim encouraged. 'Don't hold back. Let it all out.'

I collapsed back into my seat, threw back my head and let out a low
whistle. I felt great, and wanted to do it all over again. It was then that
I saw, out the corner of my eye, Melvin stand up.

Panic replaced euphoria in an instant. I lurched forward and put my hand on
Jim's wrist.

'Let go, Jim,' I whispered. 'The usher's seen us doing it. He's standing at
the end of the row, and he's seen us.'

'Calm down, boy. Melvin's on our side; he likes to watch.'

The reflective light from the silver screen dropped away dramatically when
the Duke stopped to make camp for the night. Melvin, who was standing some
ten seats away on my left, switched on his torch; Jim, who was sitting on
my right, told me to stand up and turn my back to the usher. I did as I was
told, too nervous to refuse.

'That's it, boy,' said Jim. 'Now pull up your shirt and give Melvin
something nice to look at.'

The usher's torch bathed my arse-cheeks in dull, yellow light. I wanted so
much to look over my shoulder, to make sure Melvin was truly 'on our side',
but Jim took hold of my cock and distracted me, big time.

'Now let's kiss Junior all better, and get him nice and stiff again,' said
Jim, as he squeezed my ball-sac and sucked my cock into his mouth.

My whole body shuddered with excitement: the man's tongue quickly had
Junior up and running again. I arched my back to get more of my uncut cock
into Jim's mouth. I wanted to step forward, but, with the tangle of clothes
around my ankles, I couldn't risk falling arse-over-tit.

The torch's dull, yellow light continued to pick out my arse-cheeks from
the surrounding gloom. Melvin shone his torch up and down my body several
times, ensuring that he hadn't missed a thing.

I was loving every minute of my first sexual encounter in a cinema, and I
really liked the idea of being watched by Melvin. In fact, I pulled up my
shirt as high as it would go, just to give the usher a real eyeful of my
fourteen-year-old body - Jim had certainly managed to bring out the little
devil in me again.

I tightened the grip I had on my shirt when Jim's tongue teased the very
end of my cock. It was then that my body shuddered uncontrollably,
triggering another climax.

Still reeling from the climax, I let out a whole series of oohs and
aahs. My knees were in real danger of giving way as Jim continued to
pleasure my knob with the tip of his tongue. I so wanted to sit down and
rest, but I didn't want the man to stop licking my hard-standing
cock. Eventually, Jim decided to stop sucking my cock when my oohs and aahs
became a tad too loud for his liking.

'Keep the noise down, boy,' he scolded. 'It seems that you need to stop up
that gob of yours with something hot and tasty.'

Collecting up his jacket and my windcheater, Jim placed them on the seat to
his right. He then spread his legs.

'Now get down on your knees, between mine, and suck me off. I want you to
lick Gerald into shape.'

I was happy to take the weight off my feet, and I was keen to undertake a
little cock-sucking. Melvin had wandered off for a few minutes: to check
out the circle and see that all was well. He was now back, and preparing to
light up my performance with his torch.

'Just lick the head, like you would an ice cream,' Jim advised. 'I want you
to take it nice and slow.'

Melvin's torch found me kissing Gerald's bulbous cock-head, just seconds
before my tongue went to work on its shiny, smooth surface. Gerald tasted
salty, and smelt a little musky, but the cock's length and girth were the
things I remember most from that cinema encounter.

'Nice and slow,' Jim repeated. 'Uncle Jim likes it nice and slow.'

The uncut cock twitched when the tip of my tongue glided over the base of
the exposed cock-head. Jim sighed when my tongue went back to make Gerald
twitch again.

'That's a good boy,' said Jim. 'You're a real fine cock-sucker; and that's
coming from someone who knows what he's talking about.'

Some five minutes later my head was bobbing up and down on Jim's cock in a
slow, rhythmic way. Melvin was still eagerly watching me at work, but now
he was sitting in the first seat of our row.

'You can stop now, boy,' said Jim. 'I don't want you choking on my spunk.'

It was then that a jet of semen erupted from Jim's cock-head and hit me
under the chin.

'Oh my,' said Jim. 'That's torn it.'

Another jet of semen followed the first, hitting me on the right cheek as I
handed Gerald back to Jim. In exchange, I was given a handkerchief to get
cleaned up.

'You can swallow my spunk next time,' said Jim. 'But don't you go telling
folk what we've just done. It's considered abnormal and wicked by people
like your mother and father, so you must keep it a secret. We could both be
locked up for lewd behaviour. Cock play between men and boys is against the
law, even though it's good fun.'

'It sure is,' I said, smiling.

'So, if you promise to keep it a secret,' said Jim, 'I'll let you play with
Gerald again. By the way, what's your name; and how old are you?'

'Simon. Simon Taylor. But my friends call me SiClone; and I'll be fifteen
years old next month.'

'Excellent,' said Jim. 'But you must promise to let me see you in your
birthday suit before then.'

I laughed as I pulled up my Y-fronts and shorts.

- - - - -

Simon's Adventures - Part 4

As the van crossed the main road, Fabian pulled his large, black cock out
of his trousers and 'encouraged' Kevin to suck it. I tried to protest, but
Lloyd slapped me across the face and told me to, 'shut it!'

Lance scared the hell out of me as he drove the van erratically through the
narrow, side streets. He had several close calls, but each time he swerved
to avoid a crash, he and his friends just laughed.

I was forced to watch with envy as Fabian finally emptied the content of
his ball-sac into Kevin's mouth. Kevin gagged as he struggled to swallow
the man's large load.

Lance finally pulled the van over and parked it in front of an
expensive-looking bungalow.

'You two white boys belong to Cy today,' said Lloyd. 'You do as he says. No
backchat. No truculent behaviour. You play up; you get dumped in the
street, naked.'

Kevin and I looked at one another. Lloyd was deadly serious, so we had to
obey the man.

Inside the bungalow, which was expensively furnished, we were introduced to
Cy, a wiry old man in his late fifties. The four black men spoke to one
another in West Indian patois for several minutes, whilst Cy assessed his
two white-boy guests.

'You two boys get naked,' said Cy. 'You get naked, completely naked.'

'And dance for us,' added Lance. 'I want to see you two wimps dance.'

The room fell silent as Kevin and I undressed. Cy never once took his eyes
off us.

'You have a sexy body, boy,' said Cy to me, smiling. 'I like fucking boys
with sexy bodies.'

'I like his friend,' said Lloyd to Cy, as he collected up our clothes and
threw them into the fireplace. 'He's real nice to kiss and cuddle.'

The fire was not lit, but it was filled with coal dust and ashes. Our
clothes were now filthy, but that was the last thing I was worried
about. Kevin and I had to avoid any confrontation with Cy. We had to get
through this day without upsetting Lloyd.

The thought of being left in the street, naked, was swiftly replaced by a
much more positive notion: Kevin and I liked being fucked, so why not let
Cy have his way with us. If we sucked cock and spread our legs, why would
Lloyd get upset? Of course, if we did spread our arse-cheeks for the old
man, we might end up being his bum-boys for a very long time.

'Now dance for us, white-boys,' said Lance. 'And don't forget to swing
those dainty cocks.'

Without any music, Kevin and I looked so silly dancing naked in front of
the four men. Nerves and embarrassment kept us from getting into any kind
of rhythm, so we just bopped up and down on the spot, doing a dozy-boy
dance.

'No, no, no,' snapped Cy. 'Dance together. Kiss and play with each
other. Swing those cocks and wiggle those bums.'

We came together, in the centre of the room, and did everything Cy had
ordered us to do. We kiss and wiggled our hips; we took hold of each others
arse-cheeks and spread them apart, much to Fabian's approval; we tweaked
each others nipples and squeezed each other ball-sacs. Kevin was clearly on
the same page as I was: he knew we had to please the man big time.

'Lick his arse, bum-boy one,' said Cy, as he picked up my shoes and threw
them into the fireplace.

Kevin and I looked at Lloyd, not knowing who was 'bum-boy one'.

'You,' said Cy, pointing to Kevin. 'You are bum-boy one; and sexy body is
bum-boy two.'

I was annoyed at being labelled 'bum-boy two', but the feel of Kevin's
tongue on my anus and arse-crack soon made me forget about it.

All four men began to strip naked as Kevin's tongue probed deeper into my
bum-hole, prompting me to moan and groan with pleasure. Kevin certainly
knew how to rim a tight arsehole, even when he was so stressed out.

As I continued to moan and groan, Cy stepped forward and ran his hand over
my back. I was now his creature; his bum-boy; his sex pet.

'Open your mouth, boy,' he ordered. 'You suck my finger, like it was a
cock.'

I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked in his finger.

'You like sucking finger, boy?' he asked, smiling.

I nodded my head.

'You like sucking cock?'

I nodded my head again.

Lloyd, Fabian and Lance were now behind Kevin, running their coal-black
hands over his pale, white body.

'That's enough arse licking,' said Lloyd. 'Sit down Cy and watch bum-boy
one being used by Fabian.'

I stopped sucking on Cy's finger as we moved quickly to the sofa. The old
man plonked himself down on my lap, put his arm round my neck and ran his
stubbled chin across my forehead.

'Kiss me on the lips, boy,' he said, tightening his hold on my neck. 'And
call me Awesome Lord.'

I did as I was told, and was rewarded with an order to suck on my Awesome
Lord's finger.

Cy and I then sat in silence and watched Kevin being used by Fabian. The
man ran his coal-black hands over the boy's upper body and bit him on the
neck several times.

Kevin's arse, stomach and cock were then squeezed real hard; much to the
delight of Lance and Lloyd.

'He's nice and firm,' Fabian announced, 'and he's all ours.'

The burly West Indian nudged Kevin's legs apart with his foot and slipped a
finger into the wimp's bum-hole, and began to explore.

'He's nice and tight down here,' said Fabian. 'Yes, nice and tight.'

Lance laughed as he and Lloyd bent Kevin over and offered him their
semi-erect cocks to suck on. All four men had ginormous cocks, so Kevin and
I were clearly going to have our horizons stretched to the limit that day.

Kevin sucked on each cock in turn, ensuring that both receive the same
amount of attention. He wasn't about to play favourites and get a slap.

'Suck my cock again, white-boy,' said Lance. 'And make that slurping sound
again.'

'Then suck on my ball-bag, boy,' added Lloyd. 'And lick my knob with the
tip of your tongue.'

As Lance and Lloyd put in their orders, Fabian's cock-head replaced the
probing finger and pushed deep into Kevin's bum-hole.

I saw the look of surprise on Kevin's face, and then the tears of joy. I
felt so jealous of my friend and his rear end.

'Are you having a good time, boy?' asked Lloyd, as he mopped up Kevin's
tears with his cock-head.

'Yes! Yes! I'm having a really good time,' gasped Kevin.

'That's such a relief to hear,' said Lloyd. 'Fabian can be a real pain in
the arse sometimes.'

The three men laughed as they filled Kevin's arsehole and mouth with
hard-standing cock.

Tears of envy rolled down my cheeks as I sat and watched Kevin being fucked
and face-fucked by the three men. I felt so fucking jealous.

Fabian shouted out something in West Indian patois, released Kevin's hips
and slapped the wimp across the arse-cheeks. He then tensed up, took hold
of Kevin's hips again and shed his load.

With a broad grin on his face, the man collapsed on top of Kevin's back and
remained there, resting, until he pulled out several minutes later. He then
staggered into the kitchen to get a bottle of beer from the fridge.

Upon his return, Fabian sat down in an armchair, sipped his beer and
watched his replacement, Lance, mount bum-boy one.

'Open up, white-boy,' snapped Lance. 'It's gonna hurt if you don't relax
and open up.'

When fully erect, Lance's cock curved upward and looked far more imposing
than Fabian's. The curved cock looked as though it could reach the parts of
an inner sanctum that no straight cock could; in fact, it gave the
impression that if Lance stood bolt upright, a wimp like Kevin would be
lifted off the ground with such a monster inside him.

Kevin gasped with pain as Lance took hold of his hips and thrust forward. I
gave Cy's semi-erect cock a gentle squeeze as I watched my friend being
brutally fucked.

'Don't you fret, boy,' said Cy. 'Wicked Lord [Lance] will be fucking you
like that soon.'

'All four of us will be fucking you like that soon,' added Fabian.

While Kevin was being humped by Lance, Lloyd was slapping the hapless wimp
across the face with his coal-black cock.

'Are you still having a good time, boy?' asked Lloyd.

'Yes-s-s!' Kevin gasped between cock slaps. 'You bummers are the best...'

'He's lying,' said Fabian. 'White boys don't like taking black cock up the
bum. It's way too big for them; they like little, white willies in their
bum-holes.'

'No, no,' said Kevin. 'Black cock is awesome. It's fucking awesome.'

Lance continued to pound away at Kevin's rear end as Fabian coaxed more
black cock compliments out of his new bum-boy.

I was pleased to see and hear my friend playing along with these black
bummers; however, he did seem to be enjoying the abuse a tad too much for
my liking. For instance, his feeble attempts to resist were always
countered with hard slaps across the arse, and yet he continued to 'resist'
on a regular basis. He also cooed whenever these slaps were administered,
the tart.

The thought of Kevin being turned on by all this abuse did worry me - he
might get far more attention. If he became a willing sex pet, and wanted
these bummers to abuse him, I would have to sign up for the same treatment.

'Let's see if bum-boy two is as friendly as bum-boy one,' said Lloyd. 'Get
over here, boy, and suck my cock.'

Cy stood up, grabbed my ear and pulled me off the sofa.

'You take good care of Fearsome Lord [Lloyd],' said Cy, as he twisted my
ear and led me over to where Lloyd was standing. 'You get down on your
knees and suck your lord's cock.'

I did as I was told, with a good deal of heavy-handed encouragement from
Cy. The old man then knelt down behind me, spread my arse-cheeks apart and
began probing my bum-hole with his bony fingers. As he did so, Lloyd took
hold of my head and forced more of his cock down my throat. He flattened my
nose against his stomach and made me gag.

Instinctively, I struggled at first, but then gave in and let the man have
his way with me.

'Good boy,' said Lloyd. 'Just let it slide right down your throat.'

'These white boys are so soft and sexy,' said Cy. 'They are just like
Adem.'

'Adam,' said Fabian, correcting the old man's pronunciation of the boy's
name. 'He's addicted to black cock.'

'And he'll do anything to be lanced by a black mamba,' added Lance.

'Black mamba-a-a,' Kevin stuttered, as Lance power-fucked his arse. 'I like
that name.'

My friend was also addicted to black cock, as well as all the rough stuff
that these bummers were meting out. He was clearly becoming their creature,
the little slut.

'Focus, boy!' said Lloyd to me. 'Keep those lips stretched round the base
of my dick and stay focused.'

Lance and Kevin crashed to the floor a few minutes later; however, they
remained coupled together and eager to keep going, with Lance power-fucking
Kevin into the pile of the carpet.

'That's it, Lance,' said Lloyd. 'Wipe the floor with him; fuck him good!'

It was then that Cy, using the finger he had buried in my bum-hole,
indicated that I should get to my feet and offer him my arse for
fucking. The manoeuvre was quite difficult to undertake, especially with a
hard-standing cock in my mouth and a guiding finger up my arse.

Precariously, I managed to get off my knees and, with legs well apart, bend
over for the old man. A stinging slap across my back told me I was in the
right position for his cock to dock.

Lloyd held my head in a vice-like grip as Cy's hard-standing chopper
replaced the probing finger. The pain was a little severe at first, but it
didn't last too long.

I felt my knees judder as I gagged on Lloyd's cock. Cy's dry-cock-hump was
making my head spin, and it was only the hold the men had on my body that
kept me from falling down.

'Steady, boy,' said Lloyd. 'You don't want to pass out and miss all the
fun.'

'If he can't take my cock,' said Cy to Lloyd, 'how's he going to cope with
Boz and his crew?'

'With lots of shouting and screaming,' said Fabian, slapping his thigh and
laughing.

Cy ran his hands slowly over my arse-cheeks and back, encouraging me to
relax and open up.

I winced as his cock continued to impale me, making my body shuddered
involuntarily. The anus-stretching cock pushed its way into my inner
sanctum, forcing me to let out a steady stream of animal-like snorts and
grunts.

'It's a lot better rough,' said Cy. 'Wimps like you remember it for
longer.'

Kevin and I continued to snort and grunt like prize pigs. The two men had
very dominant fucking techniques, and real staying power: we were like two
rag dolls in their powerful, black hands.

My entire body was covered in sweat by the time the old man thrust forward
for the last time and shed his load, deep inside me. I was completely done
in, but that didn't stop the handover.

Lloyd withdrew his cock from my mouth and swapped places with Cy; and as he
did so, I saw Lance withdraw his length from Kevin's arsehole and, with
Fabian's help, drag my friend across the floor and out of the room by the
ankles.

'Ready for round two, boy?' asked Lloyd, as he eased my arse-cheeks
apart. 'Just curve your back a little and open up.'

'I need a rest,' I pleaded. 'I'm not use to all this...'

Cy's flaccid cock struck me hard across the left cheek, interrupting me; it
then returned to strike me across the right cheek.

'Hush, boy,' Lloyd scolded, as he prepared to mount me. 'Just curve your
back and open up.'

Cy took hold of my head and forced his slimy cock into my mouth.

'Clean it up, boy,' he said, laughing. 'Make it all spick and span.'

I wanted to bite the fucking thing, but self-preservation and good sense
stop me: I knew full well that these bummers would really put me through
the wringer if I didn't play along.

My head was spinning; my guts were aching; my arse was throbbing. I did
everything I could to accommodate the anal invader, but still it was hard
going.

Lloyd hammered away at my arse for a good long while, increasing and
reducing his stroke rate continuously. The variable fuck-rate certainly
kept me on my toes, both literally and figuratively.

My knees threatened to give way several times, but somehow I managed to
maintain my stance: bent over and sandwiched between the two men. Lloyd's
iron grip on my hips helped enormously.

'Adem loves being topped and tailed like this,' said Cy. 'And so does his
uncle, the man who owns this bungalow. They are both tied up in the
bedroom, waiting for sex.'

I didn't like the sound of that; were they tied up against their will?

'We have to tie Adem and Henry together, back to back, to stop them from
having sex,' Cy continued. 'If we didn't rope 'em up, their ball-bags would
be bone dry by now.'

I let out a mournful groan when Lloyd thrust forward and growled,
signalling yet another change of stroke rate: from slow to fast. Bracing
myself for more power fucking, I put my concern about Adam and his uncle to
the back of my mind.

I juddered back and forth between the two men, and, with a hard-standing
cock in each pipe, found myself being won over, rather reluctantly, to this
form of rough sex.

'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Lloyd shouted, as he climaxed and shed his load. I nearly
slipped from his grasp as he flooded my inner sanctum with seed; and as he
did so, I grabbed hold of Cy's hips for support, and then climaxed.

The three of us crumpled to the floor in slow motion, but stayed coupled
together as we went down. I was totally wiped out by the shag and the
subsequent climax; however, I still kept my arse-cheeks tightly clenched,
hoping for a last minute rally from Lloyd.

Alas, the man was spent and in no mood for an encore; Cy was also quick to
dismount and move on.

I was grabbed by the ankles and, just like Kevin, hauled out of the
room. The carpet burnt my arse and back as I was dragged, unceremoniously,
along behind the two men.

In the hallway my head struck a wall, a doorpost and an open door. The
journey from the living-room to the bathroom was extremely bumpy and fast
moving; and the way the men cleaned me up in the shower was just as hurried
and rough - I was still soaking wet when I joined the others in the
bedroom.

'Climb aboard, boy,' said Cy, as he pushed me toward the double
bed. 'Spread yourself out on top of your friend and make yourself
comfortable.'

On the bed, Adam and Henry were lying on their left and right side
respectively, and tied back to back with rope. Sprawled out on top of them
was Kevin, who was tied, face down, to the four corners of the bed with
more rope. I completed the human pyramid by spreading myself out, face
down, on top of Kevin.

I was tied down in double quick time by Fabian and Lance, who then left the
room with Cy and Lloyd.

'Last on, first off,' I said to myself. 'Just my fucking luck!'

* * *

After an hour or so, the bedroom door opened and I was untied and dragged
off the arse-stack. My whole body ached as Fabian and Lance carried me out
of the room.

The two men were extremely strong, and carried me along the hallway with
considerable ease. Their powerful hands held me in a vice-like grip, which
underlined the fact that either man could knock me into the middle of next
week with very little effort.

The living-room was filled with naked men. They all looked like
muscle-bound hunks in their late thirties or early forties, and they were
all black.

I was about to be humped by a horde of burly bum-bandits. They were going
to turn my arsehole inside out with their hard-standing cocks. My heart
began to pound with both fear and excitement, and my cock began to twitch
with anticipation.

'This is the first of the bunch,' said Fabian, as he and Lance dropped me
on the floor. 'The other three will be served up later, when this one's
arse is tapped out.'

'He's nice and skinny,' said a bald-headed black man, who was sitting on
the sofa. 'I've been looking for a boy like him for ages. Maybe...'

'He's yours, sir,' Lloyd interrupted, nervously. 'He can suck on your cock
while we fuck his little friend. You can then own him for the rest of the
day.'

'Ah, that sounds superb,' said the man. 'Own him! I like the sound of
that.'

'Stand up for Boz, boy,' said Lloyd, as he kicked me in the side. 'And show
him your assets.'

The rest of the group didn't look too happy about losing out to
Boz. However, the man clearly held a lot of sway over this group of burly
brutes, hence their respectful silence. They watched me stagger to my feet,
as the pins and needles began to kick in, and turn to face Boz.

The man looked evil and ugly. His bald head and pockmarked face made him
look a lot older than the tonal sheen of his body indicated. He was just as
muscle-bound as those around him, but he looked far more menacing.

'Give me a twirl, boy,' said Boz. 'And lift up your arms, like aeroplane
wings.'

I truly struggled to complete the manoeuvre, but I was never going to fail:
self-preservation would ensure that I stayed on the right side of Boz at
all times.

'Good, boy,' said Boz. 'Now just stand there, with your arms outstretched.'

'Shall we bring out his friend and tap his arse, sir?' asked Lloyd, sensing
the frustration of the others in the room. 'He'll give you a good show.'

'Give me another twirl, boy,' said Boz, ignoring Lloyd completely. 'And
then come over here and sit down, beside me.'

When I sat down, the man's right arm took charge of my 'nice and skinny'
body and crushed it to his side. I then sat stock-still as he asked Lloyd
to bring out Kevin and hand him over to Baba and Daniel.

Kevin was like a rag doll in the hands of the two black men. Daniel was
especially brutal and uncaring toward the boy. He was a mountain of a man,
and the first to impale Kevin.

'Up you come, boy,' said Daniel, as he took hold of Kevin, who was bending
over in front of him, and applied a full nelson. The boy's back was now
pinned against the man's chest, with his feet off the floor and his body
held fast by the wrestling hold and the cock up his arse.

When Daniel spread his powerful legs, Baba knelt down and placed Kevin's
legs behind Daniel's lower thighs. In this position, Kevin could support
his body weight as Daniel power-fucked him. Everyone in the room, apart
from Kevin and Daniel, watched my friend's cock swing back and forth at
high speed.

With envious eyes, I watched that flaccid cock swing. If Boz had picked
Kevin instead of me, I would now be impaled on Daniel's manhood; the man
would now be hammering away at my arse with his coal-black cock.

'Hump him good, Dan,' said Baba. 'He's nice and pretty, and bony too.'

Daniel grunted in agreement, and then suddenly increased his stroke
rate. The man was clearly enjoying the moment.

'Ball him up, Baba,' said Boz, as he turned his head and kissed me on the
left temple.

Daniel slowed down to reposition his arms, which allowed Baba to put
Kevin's body in the new position. My friend was ordered to raise his legs
and hold them tight to his chest, in a kind of foetus position. Daniel then
hunkered down to accommodate the new position. In profile, Kevin's body did
indeed resemble an odd-looking ball - he was still impaled on the cock and
held in place by the man's powerful arms. However, the position was more
for show than anything else.

'Spit-roast him now,' said Boz.

This position was truly awesome, and required Kevin to be held between the
two men, some three feet off the floor, whilst still impaled on Daniel's
cock. Baba's cock was now buried deep inside my friend's mouth; so, with
his hips and shoulders held by the two men, Kevin was kept hovering in
mid-air with his arms and legs tucked up beneath him.

In clearly a well practiced move, Baba and Daniel rotated Kevin round on a
very tight axis, as if he was actually being spit-roasted. His arms and
legs did get in the way from time to time, but this didn't interrupt the
action in any significant way.

I sat and watched my friend being humped in this way for several minutes. I
then turned my attention to the effect the show was having on those around
me. Everyone, including myself, was sporting a massive hard-on. This
warm-up show was going to be the precursor to a very long and horny
gang-bang. Kevin, Adam and Henry were in for a whole lot of bum battering.

Suddenly, the arm holding me close to Boz relaxed.

'Go suck on some cock, boy,' said Boz. 'I want you to start over there,
with Lance, and then work your way round to Rudi.'

I smiled as the man squeezed my thigh and sent me off to suck on Lance's
cock. I could feel his eyes boring into my backside as I zeroed in on
Lance's hard-standing length.

I was face-fucked by some pretty horny men. They all made me gag as they
watched Kevin being used and abused by Baba and Daniel. My mouth was mined
by five of the nine men in the room.

Boz sat and watched his crew take advantage of his new bum-boy. He stroked
away at his cock as Neil and Rudi lifted me off the floor and tried to fuck
me in the spit-roast position. Unfortunately, I was dropped twice during
their first attempt, which certainly amused Boz and a few onlookers.

'Pick him up and try again,' said Boz to Rudi. 'I want to see you fuck his
brains out.'

'Yes, sir,' said Rudi.

Adam and Henry were now in the room, and being humped by the
musclemen. Unfortunately, Henry was not faring too well - he was far too
old for this sort of thing.

The fuck-fest was going to last a long time, and with four holes and four
mouths to feed, the musclemen were going to have a real horny time of it.

Neil and Rudi finally managed to impale me in the spit-roast
position. However, they didn't do a very good job of it.

'This ain't gonna work,' Neil complained. 'Let's dump him on the floor and
fuck him properly.'

I was dropped on the floor again, which was now becoming a habit with these
two bummers.

'Now up on your hands and knees, son,' ordered Neil. 'I want to fuck you
piggy style.'

As I did so, Neil grabbed hold of my hips and pressed his knob against my
anus. He then thrust forward and lanced my bum-hole with his rigid length.

My moans of pain echoed around the room, and continued as Neil began
pumping away at my burning hole.

'Piggy style, fucking great!' he boomed. 'Let's hear some grunting and
squealing, Simon.'

I did my best to comply with the order; and as I did so, the hunk released
my hips and slapped my arse-cheeks with his powerful hands.

Tears of pain and joy streamed down my face as Neil's manhood took
possession of my inner sanctum; his throbbing cock had stretched my anus to
the full. I was now being power-fucked by a predator with a super fit body
and an insatiable appetite for the weak and willing.

'This hole is well tight,' said Neil to Rudi.

'Yeah, but it ain't gonna stay that way,' Rudi replied. 'It'll be gaping by
the time you've finished with it.'

'True, true,' said Neil, with a raffish smile. 'But it won't stay that way
for long. It'll be super tight for your hump, if you give it time to
recover.'

'Bollocks to that,' Rudi snapped. 'I'm gonna use his mouth.'

The sound of naked bodies pounding against naked bodies filled the air, and
mixed in seamlessly with the slapping and slurping that was going on. I was
now firmly wedded to the man who was sweating me like a pig. His manhood
was buried deep inside me and about to give up its seed. It was then that a
switch in my head flipped over and turned me into a Kevin-like
submissive. Suddenly I was their creature, and craved the bully-boy abuse -
it simply added to the pleasure of being fucked by these powerful
predators.

I gasped as Neil's seed filled my inner sanctum. 'Lumme,' I thought, 'this
is fucking awesome sex.' My whole body shuddered as the release of seed
triggered an almighty high. The shockwave knocked me for six, and as I
gasped again, Rudi forced his rigid stem into my mouth.

Boz cast his eye round the room and saw four white wimps being face-fucked
and humped by his friends. Each wimp was down on his hands and knees,
servicing two hard-standing cocks. Only he was sitting on the sidelines,
looking on.

'You've done well, Cy,' said Boz. 'These bum-boys are all good
performers. Even the old one can take a fearsome pounding.'

'They are soft and weak, so they'll always do what we want,' said Cy,
grinning.

'So when will I be able to take these bum-boys off your hands?' Boz asked.

'Two or three weeks, sir,' replied Cy. 'It won't take Lloyd that long to
snare a few more bum-boys for the pot.'

* * *

Baba and Daniel half-drowned me when they dumped me in a bath of cold water
and began cleaning me up with a hand broom and scrubbing brush.

They forced my head under the water several times, and when I came up for
air, they targeted my face with hot water from the shower head.

'I really like this one, Dan,' said Baba. 'He's so-o-o weak and willing,
and so-o-o pretty and bony. Boz won't be renting him out like the rest.'

I was clearly no match for their great strength, and they knew it, so I
just flounced about in the bath as they took full advantage of my 'weak and
willing' body.

'Okay, let's get him ready for home,' said Daniel. 'And what idiot dumped
his clothes in the fireplace? How's he gonna explain all that dirt and dust
to his mum?'

'Or the way he'll be walking,' said Baba, laughing.

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