Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2018 08:23:01 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Sweet Talking Guy - Part 2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / interracial: oral anal, t/M+ - - - - - Sweet Talking Guy - Part 2 I lay in the packing case and sobbed. My whole world had been turned upside down by the men who were now punishing my fellow captive. I pulled the army blanket closer to me and shuddered with fear and cold. 'Fuckin' bastards,' I cursed. 'They gang-raped me .... and then laughed about it afterwards.' My whole body ached; and down below, my inners felt like they had been turned inside out and were protruding from my anus. Beyond the confines of my wooden cell, the boy that Guy called Gavin was suffering badly. The sound of a leather strap making spine-chilling contact with bare flesh filled me with dread. The men were clearly enjoying themselves as they punished the gagged teenager. 'Look at that lovely arse,' said Devan. 'You could easily fry a couple of eggs on those red-hot cheeks.' It may have been perverse, but a vivid image of Gavin Farley suddenly leapt into my head. I loathed that little shit. He was my nemeses: the boy who bullied me at school. I so wanted it to be Farley. I could see, in my mind's eye, his naked body being bent over the table and tied down by the three men. Gavin was a tough little fucker, but he'd be no match for Devan, Earl and Guy. I could imagine him trying to kick out as his ankles were being tied to the legs of the table. A warm glow of pleasure overwhelmed me as I imagined the diminutive blond being beaten with a leather strap - I say blond, but judging from what happened to me during my first encounter with the men, he was probably bald by now. 'Warm up his feet, Guy,' said Earl. 'I like it when he makes those little squeaky noises.' 'Yeah, tan the undersides of his feet,' added Devan. 'Good idea,' replied Guy. 'Untie his ankles and lift up his legs. And keep them well apart.' The sound of a strap striking the soles of Gavin's feet made me smile and cringe at the same time. I desperately tried to keep the image of Farley being cruelly punished in my mind's eye, but something kept telling me that it wasn't Farley on the table; and worse still, that I was about to suffer the same fate very soon. 'Keep him horizontal,' said Guy. 'And keep his fuckin' legs apart.' 'It ain't that easy,' Devan snapped. 'He keeps kicking and wriggling about.' 'And he's going to have that table over in a minute,' added Earl. 'I'll cut off his bollocks if he does,' Guy growled. 'I like to see a youngster putting up a bit of a fight, but breaking furniture is taking things a little too far in my book.' 'Too right,' said Earl. 'I would have cut off his nuts long ago. The little git is more trouble than he's worth. We should have thrown him in the canal a couple of days ago.' 'He'll come round,' said Devan. 'It won't take him long to realize that he's in a no-win situation. The strap will get that message across.' I flinched when the sound of the strap echoed round the room again. There was no way that I was going to be as stubborn as the 'little git' on the table. If any of the men said, 'jump', then I would simply ask, 'how high?' In the interests of self-preservation, appeasing my captors seemed the only sensible thing to do. The bastards were not going to wake up in the morning and just let me go; after all, I had seen their faces and could identify them in a police line up. Therefore, I needed to convince them that I liked the idea of being a submissive cock-sucker. * * * The three packing cases were rearranged and restacked as I was released and the 'little git' was boxed up. Earl and Devan helped me out of the wooden box and ensured that I didn't fall over as I regained the use of my limbs. 'Suck on this, boy,' ordered Earl, pushing his thumb into my mouth. 'Suck on it hard, like it was a cock.' The two men began pinching my nipples and squeezing my cock as I worked on the thumb with my lips and tongue. My arse-cheeks were then grabbed by Guy as I was encircled completely by the three naked men. They crowded in on me and pressed their muscular bodies up against my scrawny frame. 'Kiss me, boy,' said Earl, as he removed his thumb from my mouth. 'Let's snog like a couple of lovers.' A powerful hand cupped the back of my head as Earl's lips came into contact with mine. The two of us kissed as Devan and Guy continued to caress and squeeze my cock and arse-cheeks. I remember being lifted off the floor for a few seconds as Earl's hard, probing tongue entered my mouth and began exploring as far as it could reach. 'He likes being kissed,' said Devan. 'I've got hold of a real stiffy down here.' 'I think this long streak of piss is going to be far more accommodating this time round,' said Guy. My pulse began to race as an odd kind of excitement overwhelmed me. I knew this was wrong, but what else could I do. Earl and his two friends were going to have their way with me again, and to avoid a severe beating, I was going to bend over and let them. Earl's passionate kiss ended abruptly when, with my mouth still open and awash with his saliva, he pushed me down onto my knees and presented me with a crescent of hard-standing cocks. 'Suck on each cock in turn, boy,' he ordered. 'Then go back and suck on each ball-sac in turn,' added a very excited Devan. The words 'yeah' and 'fuck' echoed round the room as I sucked on the three sets of genitals. 'Go round a couple more times,' ordered Earl. 'And let's hear more of that slurping noise you make when you're sucking on our ball-bags.' 'I thought I was the only one to find that noise sexy,' said Devan. 'The slurping noise does sound sexy,' added Guy. 'But it's no match for the way he grunts when my knob hits the back of his throat.' 'He'll be grunting a whole lot louder when I start humping his arse,' laughed Earl. 'Just think,' said Devan to Guy. 'He'll be piggy in the middle when he's got your cock in his mouth and Earl's cock up his arse.' The three men laughed as I went back to work on cock number one, in compliance with Earl's order. 'Yeah, that's it, humpie,' said Guy. 'Use the tip of your tongue to get right inside the slit, and don't stop until I tell you to.' The words 'yeah' and 'fuck' continued to echo round the room as I tried to please the man who had lured me into this den of iniquity, and who was now towering over me and revelling in my distress and humiliation. I sucked on each man's cock and ball-sac three times before being given the degrading task of easing Guy's arse-cheeks apart and working on his anus with my tongue. 'Get that snout of yours in his arse-crack, boy,' snapped Earl. 'I want to see you pleasure him real good.' 'He doesn't seem to like the idea of rimming Guy's love hole,' said Devan to Earl. 'He's work shy,' replied Earl. 'Most youngsters today are lazy bastards. They're too soft, you see. They need more discipline.' 'Teachers don't use the cane on them any more, that's the problem,' said Devan. 'Mr. Ellis was always finding reasons to cane me, even though I was sucking him off on a regular basis.' 'Aah! That feels good, humpie,' cooed Guy. 'Push your tongue in a little deeper.' 'At my school,' said Earl, 'Mr. West favoured the slipper over the cane. The man was a real tyrant, especially if you liked football instead of cricket. "Football is a moronic game," he would say...' 'That's nice, real nice,' groaned Guy. 'The old sod never let me get away with a thing,' Earl continued. 'He really liked using the "tyke breaker" on me and my classmates.' 'Yes! Yes! That's spot on,' cooed Guy. 'Guy's so easily pleased when there's a snout buried in his arse-crack,' said Devan. 'The boy doesn't like the taste of your shit, Guy,' said Earl. 'He's clearly work shy and in need of a good beating.' 'Is that a fact?' asked Guy. 'Yep,' replied Earl. 'The scallywag would be begging to rim Devan and me if he really liked probing arseholes with the tip of his tongue.' 'That's true,' put in Devan. 'Nonsense,' sneered Guy. 'If he didn't have his hands full at the moment, he'll be falling over himself to arse-lick you two reprobates. Isn't that so, Dean?' I stopped rimming Guy's arsehole and said, 'Yes, sir.' 'He'd also be happy to drink our piss. Isn't that right, Dean?' I closed my eyes and said, 'Yes, sir.' 'He's our creature now,' said Guy to Devan and Earl. 'If he wants to stay out of the canal, he'll have to jump through every hoop we hold up for him. Isn't that so, boy?' 'Yes. Every hoop, sir,' I reluctantly replied. For the next hour or so my wimpy capitulation was put to the test. I lay flat out on the floor as each man squatted down on my face in turn. I rimmed each hairy arse to the best of my ability, and then sat up to drink in two powerful streams of warm piss. 'It looks like our new bum-boy isn't work shy after all,' said Devan. 'He's not even shit shy anymore.' The three men laughed as they lifted me off the floor and into the air. I was then carried at shoulder height, as though I was a plank of wood, to the other end of the room. My journey was extremely precarious and painful, but it was nothing in comparison to being hung upside down from the rafters by my ankles, with only the tips of my fingers touching the floor. 'Wash the piss off his chest and face, Devan,' said Guy. 'Then buff him up with a broom.' 'It'll be my pleasure,' said Devan, rubbing his hands. I dangled from the rafters for a long time after my wash and brush up. The ropes attached to my ankle-straps had no give in them, so my fingertips struggled to alleviate some of the load on my ankles and aching legs. Through gritted teeth I cursed the topsy-turvy predicament I was in; a predicament that was steadily being made worse by Devan squeezing my inner thighs and pulling on my flaccid cock. The bastard then gleefully introduced me to 'Mariah', a rather nasty looking riding crop. The room soon began to resonate to the sound of leather striking bare flesh and my cries of pain. Every inch of my body was subjected to the whip's stinging bite, including my cock and ball-sac. 'Take your hands away, boy,' ordered Devan, as the riding crop came down hard on my knuckles. 'You're not allowed to protect your goolies during a round of chastisement.' 'But, sir,' I whimpered. 'No ifs, no buts,' snapped my tormentor. 'Just hang loose and let the pain wash over you.' The pain continued to wash over me as I was lowered to the floor and restrained with wrist-straps and a long length of rope. My head was then forced into a tight-fitting gas mask - the type worn by air raid wardens during World War II. 'Stop complaining, boy,' chided Devan. 'You should welcome the fact that you can now scream your head off and not upset our non-existent neighbours.' Devan's nonsensical remark, and the stench of old rubber and stale sweat, prompted me to call my tormentor a 'black bastard'. Regrettably this outburst resulted in the crop being used to punish the backs of my legs and the soles of my feet. The sound of a door slamming shut brought the beating to an abrupt halt. Someone had entered the building and wasn't too bothered about keeping it a secret. 'Who can that be, Guy?' asked Devan, in a panic. 'How the fuck should I know,' snapped Guy. 'The door was locked when Dean and I started up the stairs.' 'So our uninvited guest must know where we keep the spare key,' put in Earl. 'That's bleeding obviously!' rebuked Guy. 'It could be a burglar,' Devan suggested. 'The local paper's been banging on about a spate of break-ins...' 'Yes,' interrupted Guy. 'A row of derelict buildings would be a prime target for a burglar. Just think of all the dust and dirt he could make off with.' 'Fuck off, Guy,' said Devan. 'It was only a suggestion.' Footfalls could now be heard on the staircase. 'It could be someone from the Council, or the demolition company,' whispered Earl. 'An estimator or surveyor,' added Devan. 'Who gives a fuck,' replied Guy. 'I'm sure the three of us can overpower a pen-pusher; even if he or she is armed with a clipboard.' I turned my head to see who was about to appear at the top of the stairs. The glass I was looking through was scratched and extremely dirty, so everything in the room appeared to be blurred and bent out of shape. 'Well, look who it is,' said Guy to the man now standing at the top of the stairs. 'I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away for long.' 'You've missed out on a lot of shows over the past few weeks, Ruel,' said Devan. 'And you still owe us for that last boy your crew took away with them.' 'Yes, that's true,' said Ruel, dismissively. 'We're training two new humpies at the moment,' said Guy. 'The one on the floor is a real submissive; the other one is proving to be a bit troublesome.' 'What happened to the blond that was here last month?' asked Ruel. 'I really liked watching him perform.' 'Darren's on tour at the moment,' replied Earl. 'Mr. Butler's taken him up north to entertain a few friends. He's been teamed up with Paul, the runaway we nabbed last year.' 'Paul's the humpie we loaned out to Elvin,' added Guy. 'He was filmed being used and abused by those two Bridgetown boys. They fucked him up good and proper, and put him out of action for a week.' 'Yes, I have a copy of the film in my collection,' said Ruel. 'Those Bridgetown boys really like to rough up the white-boys they fuck.' 'Elvin's directed quite a few of those rough black-on-white films for Mr. Butler,' said Devan. 'They sell like hot cakes on the Continent.' 'I don't doubt it,' said Ruel. 'Elvin's a genius when it comes to filming youngsters being fucked by their elders and betters.' 'C'mon, Ruel,' said Earl. 'Pull up a chair and watch Guy interrogated our latest conquest. It'll be fun.' Ruel reunited the chairs with the table and sat down to watch the interrogation. I was lifted off the floor by Guy and Earl and carried over to a timber upright. The two men released my bonds and tied me securely to the upright with several lengths of rope. 'Loop that rope around his neck, Earl,' said Guy, as he put his hand over the gas mask filter. 'I want to see our guest trussed up nice and tight before we start.' 'Aye aye, captain,' replied Earl. I began to fight for air as Guy kept his hand clamped over the filter. The inside of the rubber mask was already hot and humid from sweat and stale breath, so I panicked when my air supply was cut off completely. The rope around my neck cut into my Adam's apple as I fought against the restraints holding me to the wooden post. I began screaming and choking at the same time, but there was no escape. I was on the brink of a blackout when Guy finally removed his hand from the filter. I sucked in what air I could as I continued to choke on the rope around my neck. 'Stand up straight, boy!' ordered Guy. 'You won't strangle yourself if you straighten up and stop slouching. It's that simple.' I did my best to comply with the order. 'Now, when the mask comes off,' Guy continued, 'I want you to answer all my questions truthfully. If you lie...' 'He won't lie,' interrupted Earl. 'He's too fond of his cock to risk having it lopped off for lying.' I gulped in a mouthful of cool, refreshing air when the mask was prised off my hot, sweaty face. It felt so good to be rid of the rubber respirator and its stench. For several minutes I was questioned closely by the man tweaking my nipples. I told him my full name and where I lived; my date of birth; the names of my parents and close friends, and where they lived. 'Now, my final question,' said Guy. 'Do you like sucking cock, Dean?' 'Y-y-yes, sir,' I answered, nervously. 'That's good to hear,' he said. 'I'm so glad that you're not going to let us down in front of Elvin's camera. If you suck cock when we tell you to, and take it up the arse when we tell you to, you'll be a free man in no time.' The thought of being fucked by these bastards in front of a camera made my stomach turn. I knew that there was no way of avoiding the humiliating ordeal, so I desperately clung to the hope that Guy's promise of freedom was genuine, and not some callous attempt to deceive me. 'Meek and mild,' he continued. 'That's what we want to see when we drag you in front of the camera. You'll be playing the broken-in slave; the slave that flinches whenever he's touched. Gavin, the boy in the box, will be playing the new slave. He'll be the one receiving all the pain and you'll be the one looking all submissive and sexy.' 'Can you do submissive and sexy, boy?' asked Earl. 'You must make it look real: the tame captive that's been broken-in by his wicked masters.' 'Y-y-yes, I can do that,' I answered, in a high-pitch voice. 'Good! That's good,' said Earl. 'We want to see you sucking on every knob in the place, including Gavin's.' Guy took hold of my cock and squeezing it real hard. He then pushed his nose against mine and fixed me with an evil stare. 'You're our creature now, boy,' he whispered. 'We own you lock, stock, and barrel. And you're gonna be seen all over the Continent doing lewd and humiliating things as one of Mr. Butler's bum-boys.' Guy's fingers began to work their magic on my cock as he toyed with my foreskin. 'We're gonna make you a star,' he continued. 'And who knows, we might turn up on your doorstep one day and ask you to make a sequel. I bet you wouldn't refuse to step in front of the camera and bend over for your fans again, if we asked nicely.' 'No. Not if you wanted me to,' I croaked, as my cock grew larger and larger. 'I'd be happy to bend over for my fans again.' 'Good answer,' said Guy. 'So, if we let you go after the film is in the can,' put in Earl, 'you wouldn't do a runner and leave us hanging?' 'No-o-o,' I replied, as Guy continued to work on my hard-standing cock. 'I wouldn't do... Oh, fuck. I'm coming...' 'Not to worry, boy,' interrupted Guy. 'Leave it to me to drain you dry.' Guy moved swiftly to his left to give Devan and Ruel a better view of my climax. My whole body shook as jets of sperm arced into the air and splattered onto the wooden floor. Guy, who had timed his sidestep perfectly, continued to wank me off as I fought to stand bolt upright - my knees were threatening to give way as he licked the side of my face and nibbled at my earlobe. It was then that I heard the distinctive sound of a police bell, the type that was usually fitted to the Wolseley 6/90 police car. 'Fuckin' hell, Guy,' said Devan. 'It's the filth.' 'Did you lock the door, Ruel?' asked Guy, in a calm voice. 'Yeah, but it's only the Yale between us and the Old Bill,' replied Ruel, as he stood up and walked toward the top of the stairs. 'We better leg it before they get here.' 'No,' said Guy. 'We still have time.' 'They could be heading for the high street; or someone's jumped in the canal again,' said Earl. 'Let's see if they cross the bridge before we start to panic.' Guy agreed and asked Ruel to go downstairs and slide the security bar across the door. He then said, 'Now don't you go losing your nerve and disappearing on us.' 'What a thing to say,' said Ruel. 'You'll be hearing from my solicitor. That's defamation of character.' 'Kerb the comedy and go downstairs, Ruel,' said Earl dryly. 'I'll get the ladder up, just in case we have to leg it over the rooftops.' I watched in silence as the three men dressed. If there was to be a police raid, I could see my abductors getting away scot-free - they had clearly planned for a rooftop escape, and would be pulling up the ladder behind them as the police came up the stairs. My only concern was for me and the boy in the box, and where we fitted into the escape plan.