Date: Wed, 29 May 2019 15:56:59 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: The Night Watch - Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions 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 men and a teenage boy. Please send any comments to andymann303@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: anal, oral, M+/t - - - - - The Night Watch - Part 1 After my run, I decided to go home early and finish off my homework. I normally cut through the park, but the route through the trading estate was shorter. The chain-link fence had a pedestrian gate that was usually locked after five o'clock, but there was a break in the fence a little way along. I squeezed through the narrow gap and made my way to the bin area on the other side of the estate - it was easy to get over the fence by standing on a commercial bin. The trading estate was deserted. All the commercial units were closed for the day, and everyone had gone home, or so I thought. I was too tired to jog through the estate, so I walked along the main access road. I froze when the three men appeared from out of nowhere. I didn't know whether to stay and explain, or make a run for it. The tallest of the three men, and clearly the leader, looked dangerous. They were all dressed in black overalls, which only added to their menacing look. They were now too close for comfort, so the moment to run off had passed. "You lost, boy?" asked the leader. "Or are you planning a break in?" "No. I'm no burglar," I replied. "I was on my way home, so..." "You decided to break into one of the units," said the man on my left. "is that it?" "No. I was just cutting through the estate," I replied. "It's a well known shortcut." "We're watchmen, boy," said the leader. "Out to stop break-ins." "So you can see why we've stopped you, son?" said the man on my right. "You're trespassing, so we need to check you out." "Yes. I understand," I replied. "But I'm no burglar." The three men closed in around me, trapping me in a triangle of muscle. I was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt, plus a pair of socks and trainers, so I clearly had no lock picks on me. However, the men insisted on searching me. "These young burglars are so clever, Rob," said the leader, as he lifted up my t-shirt. "They can hide a lock pick anywhere." "Too right," said Rob, as he pulled down my shorts. "They're known for it." "He's not wearing any underwear, Bill," said the man on my left. "The little sod's gone all commando on us." "I run all the time without underwear," I said. "And I ain't no burglar, so stop undressing me." "We'll be the judge of that, son," said Bill. "A quick strip-search, and nothing found, will soon get you on your way." Bill's statement was logical and sound, so I let the men take off all my clothes. It was only when they insisted on an anal search that I knew I was in real trouble. Of course, according to Rob, standing naked in the road wasn't the best place to do an anal search, so I had to be carried, shouting and screaming, into a unit that wasn't locked. "Hush up, boy," said Rob. "It's either us or a prison officer .... that's if we decide to call the police and tell them that we found you in here." "He's got a nice looking cock, Deke," said Bill. "Yes," said Deke. "He could use that tool to break into my mouth any time. It's awesome." "Let me go!" I snapped. "You're all perverts!" "And you're all naked," said Rob. Bill grabbed my head and held it in a vice-like grip. He kissed my lips, and then forced his tongue into my mouth. I struggled to resist, but my fourteen-year-old body wasn't strong enough. The man then toyed with my nipples. I trembled in fear as the three perverts ravaged my body. Bill took charge of my head and nipples; Deke took charge of my cock and ball-sac; Rob took charge of my anus and arse-cheeks. And as they did so, my fully erect cock encouraged them to continue, the traitorous length. Deke was sucking my cock and ball-sac, so I knew the men would want me to do the same to them. My friends at school had said that girls did it all the time, during sex. So should I pretend to be a girl, just this once, to stay safe? And if I was the girl, where were the men going to put their cocks afterwards? And why was Rob playing with my arsehole? It was then that the penny dropped. There was no way out of this predicament. I was naked and outnumbered; the men were getting undressed; and my cock was aching for some action. Bill's cock was huge, and his hairless ball-sac looked formidable. His body was muscular and Tarzan-like, so clearly I was going to be his Jane, whether I liked it or not. When he forced me to bend over, I feared that he was going to break my neck. I now stood in the near-empty unit, with my legs apart and my hands on my knees. Bill was face-fucking me at one end, whilst Rob's fingers probed my inner sanctum at the other end. "What a sight for sore eyes," said Deke, as he continued to undress. "This night watchman lark does have its rewards. And it's a lot better than sitting around all night playing cards." "True, true," said Rob, as he fingered my arsehole and squeezed my ball-sac. "These trespassers do break up the boredom, especially when they keep coming back for more. Bill forced his cock down my throat and made me choke. I gagged several times as he held my head in a vice-like grip. My throat felt like it was on fire as he began power-fucking my mouth like a crazy man. He didn't let up until he had shot his load deep into my mouth. This was my first taste of spunk, but I knew that there was a lot more to come. I swallowed most of his seed, and was forced to lick his cock clean. The humiliation was total, but somehow I kinda liked being dominated by this burly brute. Deke's seed ended up all over my face, and was then licked off by the kinky sod. "Waste not, want not," he said, slurping. "I've always been into recycling bodily fluids." "You're a real weirdo, Deke," said Rob, as he came round to face-fuck me. "I'll be right in thinking that you drink your own piss, you freak." "So do you, dipstick!" snapped Deke. "Every time you turn on the tap and fill up the kettle. I just cut out the middleman, and the cancer causing chems, when I recycle." The two men continued to argue as Rob power-fucked my mouth and Deke finger-fucked my arsehole. Apparently, "Rob-the-Slob" was more of a slash-and-burn man, and didn't want Deke to make the tea anymore. When Rob climaxed, he sent his seed "down the tube". I swallowed it all, and even licked my lips during the clean up. I was now an ambivalent cock-sucker, and was thinking of coming back for more. Sucking cock was kinda exciting and lewd, and with the men forcing me to do it, I didn't have to feel guilty about swallowing their seed. However, the fingers in my arsehole were clearly a precursor for cock, so would I be able to handle the pain? Deke was fucking my arsehole with two fingers, and they were covered in some kind of gel. It did feel mighty uncomfortable, but I was coping quite well. I did huff and puff when he went for depth over expansion. The real panic came when Bill, and his hard-standing cock, appeared in front of me. "Don't fret, boy," he said. "We're not going to cock your arse today. I just need another blow-job." Deke was now expanding my hole with three fingers; and as he did so, Rob was slowly stroking my aching stem. I so wanted to shoot my load and revel in a climax, but first I had to open wide and service Bill's cock with my lips and tongue. "That's it, boy," said Bill. "Keep those lips nice and tight around my todger." It was then that I shuddered and released my load all over the concrete floor. "Good boy," said Rob. "Keep that spunk coming. It's always better out than in." "Unless we're talking about a cock of course," added Deke. Rob laughed, and then Bill join in with a guttural groan. His second load was a lot easier to swallow, plus I knew how to handle a mouthful of spunk now. * * * My arsehole felt sore as I tottered down the road. Bill had given me a ten-pound note for "expenses", and had said that I could come back anytime. Plus, if I came back the next day, I could watch a fellow trespasser being gang-fucked by the three men. Apparently, the teenager was a regular visitor to the trading estate and the empty unit, and liked to get naked in front of strangers. When I got home, I lay in the bath and nursed my sore anus. The thought of being gang-fucked, like the teenager, made my cock twitch and grow. So, with a 'not again' sigh, I wanked myself off. I lay in the bath until the water turned cold. I then got out of the bath and dried myself off. In my bedroom, I checked out my hole in the mirror. I bent over and spread my arse-cheeks apart. My anus was swollen and open, so I was quite concerned. I put my pyjamas on and went to bed. In the morning, I was relieved to find that my anus was nice and tight again, but still a little sore. I was distracted at school all day, and kept touching my cock covertly as I thought about my next trespass. Little did I know that the teenager I was to see in the nude that evening was sitting behind me in the lunch hall, talking to his friends about girls.