Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2024 18:27:48 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: Submissive Simon And Roy Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names and places are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between dominant men and a submissive teenagers. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay - Authoritarian: M+/t+ oral anal - - - - - Submissive Simon And Roy Simon and I were often mistaken for brothers in the looks department. We were tall, slim and blond, and much sought after by those who liked submissive cock-suckers in their late teens. We also shared a craving for group sex, which our mentor Brian, a professional photographer, helped satisfy. Brian loved to photograph muscle men fucking wimps like us - he owned a photographic studio in Putney, which specialized in challenging the morality of the day - the early 1970s. Brian would organise weekend get-togethers at Paul's flat in south London. These all-day sex-romps would see us stripping off in front of five fully-clothed men: Alan, Frank and Leo - plus Brian and Paul. The three muscle men would 'encourage' us to humiliate ourselves in all kinds of different ways before we were allowed to suck on their hard-standing cocks. Paul was an eminent surgeon, who enjoyed watching the weak being dominated by the strong. He also had a passion for holes. The good doctor would examine us with all kinds of surgical probes - we would lie face down, or face up, on the twin beds in his spare bedroom and suffer these indignities on a regular basis. Brian's enthusiasm for the by-ways of pornography turned me into a first-class voyeur. He would order me to stand behind the camera and watch Simon and Gary, another youngster with a craving for cock, being fucked by Alan & Co. I also got to see Gary and other submissives being examined, gang-banged and punished. I can still recall, as if it was yesterday, our first visit to Paul's flat. Gary was the first to greet us when we arrived at noon. I was expecting to see a room full of rich, old toffs; however, only Brian and Paul were sitting on the sofa when we entered the living-room. "I'm glad you two could make it," said Brian, as he stood up to take our coats. "The rest of the gang will be here in an hour or two. I thought it best that you meet Paul first." "Would you like a drink?" asked Paul. "I can offer you a fine selection of alcoholic beverages." "Keep going," said Brian, as he took our coats and made it quite clear that he wanted us to hand over the rest of our clothes. "Our host is a surgeon, so he's seen it all before." "There's whisky, vodka, beer," continued Paul. The situation we found ourselves in was truly bizarre - there was Paul playing the perfect host, whilst Brian was demanded that we strip naked in front of him. "I'll have a Screwdriver," said Simon, as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off." "He's got lovely nipples," said Paul to Brian. "I really like seeing tiny nipples on blond bum-boys." "I'll have a beer," I said, trying to come to terms with the surreal situation I was in. "Can you do the honours," said Paul to Gary. "I want to see what these two youngsters have on offer under their trendy togs." The good doctor stood and watched in silence as Simon and I stripped off completely. "No rings or watches to be worn," said Brian. "So, hand them over as well." Simon and I fucked like rabbits for weeks on the strength of that first meeting with Paul. We both got a real buzz out of undressing in front of fully-clothed men in a stranger's flat. We also got a buzz out of being the only ones naked in the room when Paul's other guests arrived. ~ ~ ~ Simon and I really liked Paul: he made us feel special and wanted. We saw him as an old man that probably couldn't get it up any more, hence his desire to see youngsters like us perform for his voyeuristic pleasure. We also liked him because he fed our addiction for home-made porn - Simon and I loved to see amateurs having sex, and Paul's collection of pornography covered this area in spades. After we downed our drinks, Paul offered us two tumblers full of what looked like Coca-Cola. "I want you to try this," he said. "It's great for the sex drive, and it'll keep you both horny for hours." "We're not really into drugs, Paul," I said. "Nonsense!" he snapped. "Everything it this drink is from the natural world. It's an herbal aphrodisiac. So, come on, drink up." Simon and I were too polite to refuse the man a second time; also, we didn't want to go home empty-handed - the good doctor had offered to loan us some photographs of horny amateurs having sex. "That's it, drink it all up." I really liked the juju juice. It made me feel so warm and comfortable; and sexy; and compliant. I got down on my hands and knees when Paul told me to; I begged like a dog when he told me to; I sniffed, licked and rimmed Simon's arsehole when told to. In fact, I did everything the good doctor asked of me. The bag Gary fetched from the spare bedroom was full of leather straps and ropes, and tiny padlocks. Paul said the tie-up game was going to last for the rest of the day. Simon and I were tied up in dozens of different positions on the living-room floor. I was then tied to a three-rung, aluminium stepladder, whilst Simon was tied to a low-backed wooden chair. Brian must have changed the film in his camera three or four times that day. ~ ~ ~ Brian's camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when it captured images of Simon and I being examined by the good doctor. I was lying face down on the bed by the window, Simon was lying face up on the bed by the door. We were tied down securely, so there was no chance of us refusing the invasive examinations. Paul had the time of his life probing our holes with his extensive collection of surgical implements. My arsehole was stretched open by an anal speculum and examined with a variety of ice-cold probes. Simon also felt the caress of Paul's stainless-steel probes as his mouth was forced open by a Whitehead gag. Paul's juju juice allowed us to put our inhibitions aside and get down and dirty. It also allowed the good doctor to take us to new levels of kinky debauchery, which we so loved - Paul knew from the outset that he had a couple of horny submissives on his hands. So, he didn't need to pull out too many stops to ensure that we became his creatures of pleasure. After the examinations, Simon and I were introduced to Alan. He, like his two friends, was a horny stud. All three men were in their late 20s, but Alan was Simon's favourite. He had a Don Juan beard and moustache (Frank and Leo were both clean-shaven) and a real cool look about him. He was also more dominant than Frank and Leo, which made him my favourite as well. I was standing in the doorway, between the dining-room and the living-room, when I first met Alan - Paul had hired a carpenter to remove the connecting doors and replace the softwood frame with oak. He had also asked the carpenter to install four metal eyes in the hardwood frame. It was these unobtrusive eyes that were keeping me from stepping forward and greeting Alan properly - Paul had secured my wrist- and ankle-straps to the eyes before his guests arrived. I was now standing spread-eagled, naked and red-faced in front of a man I didn't know. "X marks the spot," said Alan to Paul. "The boy looks so weak and willing. Has he been fucked yet?" "He's been prodded and probed a few times," replied Paul. "But no one has fucked him yet." "Sweet," said Alan, stepping forward and taking hold of my flaccid cock. "I like the red ball-gag; is it new?" "Yes. I bought three of them. They're far better than the ones Neil sold me." "The boy is getting real frisky. He must like having a muscle man play with his dick." "Yes. He certainly looks grateful," said Paul, as he stepped forward to tweak my left nipple. The two men groped my body for a good 10 minutes. Alan used his tongue to lick my neck, shoulders and chest. He then used his teeth to bite my neck as his powerful hands pulled my cock in one direction and my hairless ball-sac in another. Paul, who was concentrating on by arse, kept telling me to enjoy the moment as he squeezed and slapped my arse-cheeks. "Frank and Leo are going to like this boy," said Alan to Paul. "They like fucking trim and tearful bum-boys." I bit on my ball-gag as Alan sucked heavily on my neck and shoulders - the resulting love bites took almost a week to fade. A painful punch in the stomach brought the session to an abrupt end. My cock was still rock-hard, but clearly neither man was going to wank me off. I was still standing in the doorway, some 20 minutes later, when Paul entered the living-room with his naked entourage (Simon and the three muscle men) in tow. The gang-bang that followed was played out on the floor in front of me. Simon seemed to be revelling in all the attention he was receiving, even though it looked quite rough. His skinny body looked so weak against the three muscle men. And how I wished it was me down there with Alan, Frank and Leo. Brian's camera continued to click away in the background as I watched Simon being humped by his new friends. "Look and learn, Roy," said Brian, as he stepped behind me and placed the camera on my right shoulder. "Let's get a shot of how things look from your point of view." I stood and sighed in frustration when Paul told me that I would have to wait a few more hours to be fucked, and that it would happen when Gary returned from running an errand - he and I would be taken together by Alan & Co. ~ ~ ~ Fortified by another glass of juju juice, I was happily led down the hallway and into the spare bedroom by Leo, who was pulling on my cock and using it as a leash. When I entered the room, Alan was lying flat out on the bed with Gary knelling between his outstretched legs. "Keep sucking, boy," he said to Gary, as he winked at me. "You have to get it nice and stiff for that bum-hole of yours." I smiled and sat down on the other bed between Frank and Leo. The two men looked really pleased with their new cuddly toy. Frank told me to lie back and turn onto my side. He then took up a 69-position in front of me and offered me his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my arse-cheeks apart and pushed a Vaseline-covered finger into my rectum. I felt the finger slip inside, but I didn't let the sensation distract me from the task at hand. I ease back Frank's foreskin and ran the tip of my tongue over his large, bulbous cock-head. The juju juice surging through my veins was making me feel really good. My cock was rock-hard and I didn't give a damn about being the 'girl' in this threesome - I needed to have sex and that was that. Frank took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I shuddered with excitement as I opened my mouth and sucked in several inches of rigid cock. Leo slipped another finger into my rectum and said something to Alan in slang. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in and out with ease - there was no pain involved, just some mild discomfort. I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend's cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert: knowing exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with raw enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He said I was a sexy boy with a nice looking cock and an arsehole that needed fucking. It was then that his two fingers were removed and replaced by his hard-standing cock. Leo's cock was very similar to my own: it was some seven-inches long, uncut and quite chunky. However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven-inches when it entered my arsehole. I winced and tried to pull away, but I was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began to overwhelm me. This didn't seem to bother him at all; he just carried on pinching my nipples, biting my neck and fucking my arse. "Be still, boy!" he ordered, between love bites. "Just relax and go with the flow. A boy like you should be begging for more cock, not less.' The pain did ease off a bit when Leo's stem made itself at home. This allowed me to settle down again and start enjoying myself, which in turn prompted the two men to redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy did I come! My whole body began to convulse as Frank devoured every drop of seed I could produce. In fact, he wouldn't let go of my ball-sac until he had it all. Leo was next to come. He gave out an almighty roar and continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was awash with sperm. He then grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to open my mouth and release Frank's cock. This allowed Frank to take hold of his erection and bring things to a spectacular close - my face was completely covered in sperm by the time he had shed his load. Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse-cheeks and said he and Frank were going to rub some face cream [sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them get on with it - the sex had completely drained me, so I was well and truly out of it by the time they had finished cleaning me up. ~ ~ ~ I was still lying on the bed, in the nude, when I woke up an hour or so later. My arse and head were competing for the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Alan was standing over me with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin in the other. Embarrassment swept over me as I downed the pills and sipped the water. Alan sat down on the edge of the bed and said I should lie back and relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was just what I wanted him to do. Some 10 minutes later, with Alan lying flat out on the bed, Brian, Frank and Gary entered the room. "Look at the boy go," said Brian to Frank and Gary. "He's cock crazy." I was too engrossed in what I was doing to let Brian's remark put me off in any way; in fact, I kind of liked the idea of him thinking that I was out of control - it made me feel really wicked. Gary helped Brian set up his photographic equipment as I continued to work on Alan's eight-inch cock. With the camera and lights mounted on tripods, it only took Frank a minute or two to get in on the action. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand between my legs and took hold of my rock-hard erection. His vice-like grip was the first indication that he was clearly out to dominate me. He forced my hard-standing cock back, between my thighs, and held it there while he covered my arse-cheeks with painful love bites. Meanwhile, Alan grabbed hold of my head and forced it down on his rigid stem; holding it there until I gagged. The camera captured every moment of my struggle to deal with the cock in my mouth and the assault on my arse. A few minute later, Brian told me to stop sucking cock and lie face down on the bed, with my legs as far apart as possible. The experience that followed was truly awesome. I grit my teeth and winced as Alan straddled my lower back and helped Frank push a well-oiled dildo into my rectum. My tearful protests prompted Brian to call me "a pathetic cry-baby." Brian was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing to me in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in deep and ream me out, which they did on several occasions. However, these slow and painful attempts to expand my inner sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by Alan, who decided to remove the dildo and let Frank have a go with his cock. The weight of Frank's body on top of mine was crushing. "I'm gonna sweat you, boy," he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna fuck your arse and fill it up with seed. And when I'm done, the man with the eight-inch chopper is gonna ride your arse some more." Encouraged by Brian, Frank plunged his hard-standing cock into my hole and fucked me like a man possessed. The camera captured the whole thing on film, and towards the end, Brian turned to Gary and said, "You're next, boy, so get ready to take it up the arse." Frank's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for the both of us; and so was Alan's: his cock certainly left a lasting impression on my burning hole. I really had to struggle to accommodate his "eight-inch chopper," which made my eyes water the instant it was pushed into my battered hole. The two men took great pleasure in making me squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. I remember lying on the bed with my arms and legs fully outstretched as they took it in turn to hammer my arse into the mattress.