Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 20:33:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: Bob story <bobstory123@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Breaking Bobby. Chapter 1

I was knelt under the table confronted on four sides
by boots. Big boots. Two pairs of DM's 20 holes
oxblood red, topped off with tight skinhead bleachers,
one pair of Sidi Courier motorbike boots topped off
with black bike leathers and a pair of `fuck off'
black Rangers topped of with jeans. A nudge from one
of the DMs pushed me in the side towards the Rangers,
followed by a curt instruction to get to work, "clean
the fuckin boots bitch, get your fuckin face in there
and worship that leather with your faggot tongue".
Reluctantly I shifted position and bent into the black
leather of the Rangers. It was difficult my hands were
still tied behind my back so I fell forward. My head
suddenly jammed between the shafts of the boots. Now
led on my side I stuck out my tongue and started to
lap at the leather. Desperate not to displease the
boot's owner I pushed hard so that he would feel my
efforts. I licked up the sides, swabbing them with my
tongue, long licks up the shaft, and working round to
the toe. He lifted his foot so I could suck on the
toecap noisily. I worked back in between his legs to
the sides of the boots and the shafts again. It was
easier there then the fiddley and dirtier bits round
edges of the soul. Suddenly he clamped his legs
together pinning my head between the slick smooth
shafts of his boots. He squeezed my head hard,
squashing my cheeks. I gasped and an involuntary plea
came out. There was laughter from the four men sat
round the table. They interrupted the card game to
have a look at me under the table. "Don't forget the
fuckin souls, cunt" came the command and he released
me so I fell just in time for him to lift his boot and
bring it down on my face. I was almost on my back now,
lying on my own hands, it hurt, and another boot was
pressed between my legs crushing my nuts. As I gasped
the boot in my face was pressed firmly into my open
mouth. "Yeah lick that shit out cunt, suck those lugs
clean, you homo cunt". More laughter and they returned
to the game. I sucked hard on the filthy souls tasting
the mud and grit in my mouth swallowing the dirt.
Eventually I moved on to the next pair of boots, the
Sidi bike boots and started the process all over again
while the card game went on quietly above me and the
smell of the spliff they shared drifted down to me.
The odd kick was delivered to my body and whenever the
opportunity presented itself another boot stomped into
my nuts. My white shirt was covered in dirty marks and
my best trousers were now scuffed and filthy. As I lay
there almost mechanically swabbing the boots that
formed my cage I asked myself how the fuck had I got
into this situation?

Two moths ago I had been made redundant from my job,
the strain proved too much the relationship I was in
which had, frankly, been flagging for best part of a
year now. So it was no surprise that Pete moved out.
It had not been a good year and now with Pete's going
the mortgage was down to me and so it was even more
important I get a job.

The agency came up with an admin job at a local garage
and tyre shop almost immediately, and desperate I said
I would go for the interview.  I was so keen to create
a good impression I left my CBR600 bike at home and
paid out for a cab. I need not have bothered. When I
arrived, it was a warehouse on an industrial estate
half-hour from my home. The roller doors where open
revealing the workshop, various cars being worked on
in eight workstations. There was a door to the side
marked `reception. I went into the office. Glass
panels overlooked the workshop and a door to the side
meant that the guys on the shop floor could come and
go. The office was quite large; a waiting area with
dirty plastic seats and the usual assortment of car
and bike mags, behind a counter were two large desks
with computers and stacks of untidy paperwork.  Later
I found there was another room behind this one that
opened out on the workshop, with lockers, a table and
chairs for the mechanics to use, as always scattered
with soft porn and bike mags. Off of this was a
toilet.

The air in the waiting area hung with cigar smoke,
which was coming from a man seated at the furthest
desk. Reg Black the owner, and the man I had come to
see. The interview was the shortest on record. He sat
me down, got one of the lads to make me a crappy
coffee and asked me a few questions about my
experience, which was a little a above this! He
described the job, which involved answering the phone
taking bookings, special tyre orders for stuff not in
stock, booking in special jobs and MOTs and
reconciling the accounts at the end of the day. He
offered me the job on the spot and like a mug I
accepted. I was clearly going to be a fish out of
water. A faggot, from a comfy office job thrown in
with a bunch of mechanics whose main interests where
`birds' bikes' booze and football. The only thing I
had in common was the bike, which helped. I sure as
hell wasn't about to tell them I was a faggot.

It went ok to start with the routine was pretty much
the same most days, arrive 8:30 and soon as I had my
smarter gear on and the bike gear in my locker I'd
start taking calls, etc. Reg would always arrive at
10.00 get his coffee sit down and start making load
calls abusing various suppliers at 10:30 he'd take one
of his pipes off a rack on his desk and fire it up.
The room instantly filled with pungent smoke, which
fucked me off big time. If he remembered he'd flick
the AC on but more often he'd forget. Id' get a break
at 11.00 while he covered the phones and I would
wander out for a coffee. If I was feeling brave I'd go
and join the lads who stopped for a fag and tea break
then. There were six of them working there all rough
and typical of what you expect in a garage. None of
them were bad looking if you like your men rough. But
there was little doubt they were straight. The
afternoons were much the same, Reg would wander back
in from his daily pub lunch an announced that he
deserved his afternoon cigar. At which point he would
open his filling cabernet, which appeared to be
stuffed with boxes of huge duty-free cigars from his
numerous trips away. He'd site and smoke the place out
again while I slaved over the phones.

As I said the lads where not a bad looking bunch and
where very different in character. First there was
Wayne; number one skinhead, complete with grade one,
boots, bleachers and braces, when he wasn't in his
overalls. 28 ish, blond his build was like mine, lean
and toned only more muscled! He was quite moody and
hardly had a word for me. To be honest he unnerved me
and not without good reason as it turned out. His
closest mate was Bailey (his surname I guess) also a
skin with all the gear, more sociable then Wayne but
without doubt a hard case. Ben was the apprentice 18
and impressionable, clearly impressed by the skins,
which is why I guess he had invested in the fuck off
black rangers and grade one cut with tramlines, even
if he couldn't cut it as a proper skin. He was skinny,
mouthy and invariably in trouble. Mark, a biker riding
a Blade, only ever seen him in black leathers when not
in overalls, stockier than the others and clearly he
worked out, bit of a joker, but I could manage a
conversation with him, usually about bikes. He was the
same age as me at 33, only I'm frequently told I don't
look 33. The other two mechanics were Tom and Paul,
they were older at about 35 I guess and both married
so seemed a bit more mature, although it didn't stop
them leeching over every bit of `skirt' that came in
or doing a good trade in porn mags. Tom was in charge
in the workshop and Paul was when he was off. But then
it wasn't what you'd call a disciplined place. It was
Paul who had quickly rather patronisingly adapted my
name from Robert to Bobby or Bobby Boy as he said when
he wanted his own way over a job that I was trying to
get booked in.

Two days ago I'd been brave enough to join the lads
for a coffee and trying to look the part flicked
through one of the porn mags commenting on the tits
and totty generally. On the way back to the office I
stopped by the toilets for a piss. Stood at the urinal
pissing, Wayne came in and stood at the one next to
me. As usual he said nothing, just unzipped and
pissed. Suddenly he turned to me as aggressively
demanded to know what I was looking at. I was startled
especially as the last thing I would have done with
him was look at his dick in the bog. So making a joke
of it I said "we'll it wasn't that" nodding to his
crotch, " I've got my own, probably bigger". The wit
was wasted I found myself flung up against the lockers
Wayne sneering into my face "you are a fucking faggot,
and you need to watch yourself, cunt, learn some
respect, got that -- cunt" and he spat into my face.
"Got it," he repeated, clearly wanting an answer.
"Yeah" I stammered. Then a pain exploded from my groin
as he kneed me in the nuts and let me go.
Instinctively I feel to the floor in a ball holding my
bollocks aware that my dick still hung from my open
fly. As I groaned on the floor I felt something warm
on my head -- the bastard was finishing his piss on my
head. He turned and left me there on the floor. I got
to my feet and cleaned up best I could, fortunately he
evidently had almost finished pissing before he hit on
me because I was not that wet and most of it was in my
hair. I dried it with the hand dryer and went back to
work with my head reeling as to why he had suddenly
decided I need show more respect.

Later in the afternoon when Reg had finished stinking
the place out with his fat stogie and gone home Bailey
came into the office to get some paperwork. Walking up
to my desk he asked for the form he needed. As I
handed it to him he looked at me and said "you smell
of piss Bobby, and you know what, it kind of suites
you" he grinned and left. Shit -- Wayne had told him
now I had zero cred with Bailey too. I wondered if
they all knew I was a faggot. For the next few days I
was on edge the whole time I was at work. I couldn't
wait to get out of there, get another job.

This morning came and before Reg got in Wayne ambled
up to my desk, bending down to me he leaned in close
and said "we have a poker game tonight and you are
invited as the guest of honour so stick around when
Reg leaves" I was stunned and at the same time
nervous. I sure didn't want to be playing poker with
them tonight and somehow I knew this was not good
news. I ,told him I couldn't play poker and that I was
busy tonight. "respect" was his only response and he
walked off.

6pm came Reg cleared off and I heard the roller doors
being closed. I sat nervously doing the last of my
paperwork. Bailey wandered into the office with Ben,
they had changed out of their overalls and now wore
their own gear. Standing in front of my desk he
dropped something onto the desktop. "ok ready for the
game, Bobby Boy?" He asked. I looked at what he had
dropped -- it was a 2" thick black dog collar with
studs. I kind of panicked looking at the collar and
started to get up saying I thought I should go.
Baileys hand come down on my shoulder pushing me back
into the chair, I tried to pull away so he grabbed my
arms pulling them behind my back. Ben was now stood
behind me and I felt him pulling something round  my
wrists. A plastic cable tie cuffed my hands behind my
back. "what the fuck are you doing" I demanded as I
struggled to get up. "chill out man, you're the guest
of honour, the prize, gotta get you dressed for the
part" he almost whispered in my ear. Ben handed him
the collar and he secured it round my neck. Then Ben
pulled a thick dog chain from his pocket and attached
it to the collar and pulled. Defeated I stood up and
walked behind Ben as he held the dog lead, I kept
thinking `the prize' what did he mean `the prize'. Ben
lead me out into the workshop and round to the rest
area where Mark and Wayne sat, evidently Tom and Paul
had gone. Wayne was rolling a joint and Mark shuffling
the cards, they looked up to see me lead out by the 18
year old apprentice on a lead like a fuckin lamb to
the slaughter, which I was. I was so humiliated lead
around by a cocky kid on a lead.

Naturally it was Wayne, grinning, who told me that
they were having a few games of poker and that I would
make myself useful doing "a bit of cleaning" while
they played. He pushed me to my knees and kicked me
under the table as the took up their positions al
round me. And it was Wayne who yelled at me to get to
work, "clean the fuckin boots bitch, get your fuckin
face in there and worship that leather with your
faggot tongue". And that's how I got here.

A swift kick to the bollocks brought me back to the
present. Mark was peering under the table asking if I
had fallen asleep. I offered a weak "no" only to get
another kick and asked "no, what bitch?" "no I
haven't" I offered. Mistake I was pulled back down
onto my back and found the soles of his Sidis pressed
into  my face. They were all looking under the table
now grinning at me. "No. SIR" Mark barked at me "got
that cunt, it's Sir from now on" even the apprentice
is higher than you, so you call us SIR". "Ok Ok yes
Sir, I whined to their laughter. "Don't fuckin forget
-- respect bitch" Wayne called.
The game went on a bit longer getting before a noisy
conclusion as Bailey jumped up whopping that he was
the winner and time to take his prize. He reached
under the table gabbing the lead and pulled be out.
"Party time Bitch". I pulled back pleading that they
had had their fun, humiliated me and couldn't they let
me go?". Wayne responded that he thought it was time
to introduce me to Ronnie the Rubber. Turns out Ronnie
the Rubber was a 3'' wide strip of thick rubber
narrowed at one end to form a handle, they had made it
from old inner tubes and were now going to be used to
discipline me. I was dragged up to my feet and turned
to face the table, with my hands still painfully
cuffed I had little choice. Grabbing me by the hair
Wayne bent me over the table, arse up and handed
Bailey the paddle. "Your privilege to go first, mate"
he smirked, and it occurred to me they all intended to
beat me. It seemed an age before the first blow landed
across my upturned arse and an involuntary "Uuughh"
came out as the pain exploded across my arse. "count
them out faggot" he instructed as he took up position
for the next one. Whack, it landed "uuuugh Two...Sir" I
suddenly remembered. This made them laugh enjoying
seeing me cowed. He gave me six and handed the paddle
to Wayne who seemed desperate to inflict some pain on
me. I guess I was lucky they had let me keep my
trousers on but it was still agony as he laid it on
hard making me yell the numbers out military style. As
I lay their panting almost whimpering Ben followed
Wayne and tried to match him and finally came Mark. As
the strongest he hit the hardest but by then I was
almost numb to it. My arse felt on fire but each blow
no longer hurt like the first. I knew I was crying and
had a snotty nose. I just lay there defeated.

When I looked up it was to see Mark crouching in front
of me with a digital camera. As soon as I looked up he
snapped his pic, my dirty tear streaked face full on.
I looked pathetic. But was too beat to care at that
moment. Bending down close Bailey explained, "you
disobey any of us, ever, and that what you get, bitch.
You got that?" I nodded only to get another whack from
the paddle. "yes SIR" I yelled instantly.

I was dragged back up off the table and turned to face
Bailey again. I was a bit shocked when Ben suddenly
yelled "he's got a fuckin boner" pointing at my
crotch. And to my horror and shame I realised that I
did. My dick tented out my trousers. "You sick fuckin
cunt" Bailey sneered "someone beats, hurts you and you
get off on it. So bobby Boy likes a bit of pain and
punishment, you're gonna fuckin love being our bitch".
He shoved me back down onto my knees between his legs.
Hastily undoing his button flies he pulled out his fat
dick. Holding my hair to keep my head up he started
smacking my face with is cock. "Sure this won't be the
first dick you've sucked will it cunt? But any teeth
come near my cock and I'll knock em out of your
worthless fuckin face, right?" "Yes SIR" I barked. As
he smacked me more with his stiffening dick. Seeing
Wayne start to roll a fag he had an idea. "We need a
decent smoke, Man" he pulled a rough cut piece of
metal from his pocket and threw it to Ben, telling him
to go and get four big stogies from Reg's stach.
Telling him to make sure he took them from different
boxes so he wouldn't notice. Bailey had obviously made
his own copy of Reg's key at some point. Ben went off
in search of cigars while Bailey finally shoved his
dick into my mouth. I stupidly thought if I did a good
job and got him off quickly it would be over and I
could go. So I worked hard sucking his dick, working
it over with my toungh round the crown into his piss
slit and I could hear him groan in satisfaction. Mark
proceeded to catch it all with his camera but there
was nothing I could do about it now.

Ben returned with 4 of the biggest cigars he could
find and handed them out and gave Bailey back his
homemade key. Ben had kept the biggest cigar for
himself and they took the piss out of him asking if he
could handle it. Wayne threw him his Zippo and they
all watched the kid fire up the huge stogie. Ben had
to show off and was soon puffing away on it "not bad"
the cocky git claims like he was and expert --
oblivious to the fact that he wasn't supposed to
inhale it. Bailey took the Zippo from Ben and while I
worked at his dick and now his balls he lit his cigar.
Holding the lighter under it and turning it in his
mouth he puffed on it gently at first and then sure it
was alight took a deep drag on it and exhales it
straight down into my face. Seeing me flinch he did it
again. "gotta do something about your bad attitude to
smoking too Cunt" he muttered round the cigar. The
others lit up and the air was heavy with smoke as
Bailey decided that it was time to go for the big
prize.

Pulling out of my mouth ad grabbing my hair I was
again bent over the table. He finally agreed to take
the cuffs off reminding me that `Ronnie' was there for
me if I didn't behave. Roughly he reached round me
ripped open my flies and pushed my trousers and boxers
down. To my shame my dick was hard and pointed
straight out between my shirt tales. "now fuckin tell
us you're not a faggot -- you dirty little cocksucking
whore" he spat at me. "This won't be the first dick up
your arse either, will it?" he demanded "yeah but it
will be the first Man's dick" Wayne called from the
comfort of his front row seat. Bailey added to my
humiliation by making me roll a condom over his stiff
dick and suck on it a bit more. Then he pulled my arse
cheeks apart and as token to lub gobbed on a few times
before lining it up with my twitching hole. I
desperately tried to relax knowing I wasn't gonna stop
him -- so at least I could try and make it less
painful. He pushed into me and I managed to relax a
bit as I felt his thick helmet penetrate and heard a
"emmm tight" from him. "plug him hard Wayne yells and
so Bailey slams it all the way to my brief scream
before Mark has the wit to stuff a rag in my mouth.
The burning pain is unbearable, through the rag I'm
begging Bailey to take it out. The others are laughing
saying "that faggots must have small cocks". And
Bailey pulls back a bit before ramming it in again.
Slowly the pain subsides a bit. Looking up I can see
our reflection clearly in the office window. Bailey is
into a steady fuck enjoying the ride -- he reaches down
and picks up his cigar and stops pumping my arse
briefly while re-lights it. And them starts a steady
rhythm pounding into me. Taking the cigar in his mouth
he grabs my hips so he can fuck me harder and I know
he is going for it he's slamming into me harder and
harder. The others are egging him on "fuck the bitch"
"rape his cunt hard" "make him suffer". Bailey is
pounding it now and the whole table shakes -- in the
reflection I can see the cigar glow red as he puffs on
it in time to the fucking -- great clouds of thick
smoke from his mouth and nose as he finally groans
round it and then freezes. I know he's pumping his
load into the condom inside my arse. I relax across
the table waiting form him to pull out desperately
hoping my arse won't be messy.

He pulls out and still breathing heavily walks round
in front of me. His crotch is at eye level and I can
see the semi hard dick covered in a slimmey shitty
condom. The end is weighed down by a load of spunk
collected in the end. "not bad bitch -- thanks, now
clean me up" It won't be the first spunk I had to lick
of a mans dick so I reach out and start to remove the
condom. He slaps me hard round the head -- "no, the
condom first cunt breath" he yells and I look at him
in horror. "You see Ben' he say addressing the
apprentice like the master at work "the thing about
faggots is you don't have to be nice to them
afterwards" "or before" adds Mark. "so fucking do it
bitch" Bailey snarls loosing patients. Feeling sick I
reach for his dick and holding the condom on his
shrinking cock  feed the filthy, stinking thing into
my mouth, only to see Mark snapping it all up with his
camera. Trying not to gag I suck the filthy cock into
my mouth, licking off my own shit and arse juices,
yes, I eat my own filth. I can't believe how low I am,
humiliated, degraded. The condom tastes gross but I
swallow it down obediently.  When I finish cleaning
the condom, Bailey slides it carefully off his dick
and has me clean the spunk off that too. Finally he
pulls away and gabbing a seat and sits down taking a
long drag on his cigar and announces, through the
smoke "Ben the cunt's all yours".

It's than I realise they all intend to fuck me -- the
most I'd had was a couple of fucks in a night never
four horney mechanics intent on raping me till I
scream, I think to myself `I'm gonna be here all
night'.

The boy leaps up, dead keen, and yanking down his
flies pulls out his already stiffening cock, wanking
it to a hard state he demands I put the condom on for
him. I don't care now I just want it over so I reach
out and mechanically roll it over his boy dick. He
almost runs round to my arse and takes up position
behind me. I watch him in the refection in the window
he gleefully lines up his dick on my arse hole and in
one hard lunch plugs into to me. I groan as he starts
quickly slamming hard in and out of my arse. "oh yeah
a hot fuckin hole man" he declares to the room like he
is an expert. He just thrusts in and out really hard
slamming me into the table hard getting faster and
faster. Suddenly he stops, I think he has come but no
-- he reaches down to the plate they have been using as
an ashtray and retrieves his cigar puts into his mouth
and jesters to Bailey for his Zippo. I can feel him
wriggling his cock in my arse as he flicks the lighter
to life and re-lights his stogie. In the refection I
watch him puffing away on it till the end glows red
and then clenching it in his mouth, copying Bailey, he
starts his inexperience thrusting. Pounding my hole
hard, he grabs my hips and goes for broke. I'm just a
piece of meat on a slab to be shagged, he pumps faster
and throwing pack his head taking a hard pull on the
stogie he comes. He exhales a huge cloud of smoke as
he mentally comes down. Pulling out, he walks round in
front of me like a triumphant athlete. His still hard
cock, smeared with my arse juices and filth. I know
where it is going. And I just open my mouth not
wanting to give him the pleasure of ordering me to it.
He rocks back and forth as I suck more filth into my
mouth, like the pig I was becoming. He too slides the
condom off and enjoys me sucking the spunk off his
cock. He drops the condom on the table next to
Baileys.

Before he is even sat down Mark takes up his position
and with condom on guides his fat cock into my now
sloppy hole. I look at the others, they are sat
casually watching me suffer, smoking and drinking from
cans of larger, they start to egg him on..."go on Mark
shag the bitch, make him feel another real mans cock
in that sloppy fuckin twat, rape the cunt make him beg
for it, fuckin rape that boy cunt.. rip him open...shag
him hard" I brace myself as he rams his cock home.
"Uuuuugh" I groan as he slams it in hard. He has a big
cock and knows it and starts a steady fucking motion.
Slowly he steps up the pace and now that the pain has
gone I actually start to get into being fucked, I'm
almost drooling as he fucks me. Panting I start to
pant and am muttering, moaning, "fuck me" I try to
stop myself but can't help it I'm getting off on it.
The others suddenly realise I'm actually enjoying
this. Wayne jumps up "the bitch is getting off on it"
"let's see if he likes it both ends at once" and he
quickly rips open his flies an pulls his hard cock
out. Brutally he slams it into my face, shocking me
back to the reality of being raped by these guys. He
rams his hard dick into my mouth, making me choke,
"yeah choke cunt fuckin suffer, that's all you're fit
for bitch". And he starts to ram his cock into my
mouth as Mark does my arse. They are syncronised
pounding me from both ends. Mark grabs the lead and
pulls my head up by the collar round my neck so Wayne
has better access to my mouth and they fuck me faster.
I'm choking, my arse is now being torn open as Mark
slams into me hard and finally pumps his load into the
condom deep in me. Pulling out he swaps places with
Wayne who only pauses long enough to roll a jonnie on
his cock and then resumme the rape. Mark wanders round
with his shit streaked dick and offers it up for
cleaning. I'm sobbing, a mess, tears and snot running
down my face as he pushes his filthy stinking cock
into my panting mouth for cleaning. Obediently I suck
down eating more of my own shit as they taunt me,
"chow down pig" "eat your own fuckin shit cunt", "you
fuckin low life fag." And as I eat it Wayne pounds me
from behind -- he doesn't last long after fucking my
face and is soon grunting as he too comes. He holds my
head up by the hair so he can feed me his cock for
cleaning.

Once clean he pulls the condom off his dick. From my
position slumped across the table exhausted I watch
him slide the condom off and upend it over the plate
they have been using as an ashtray -- he squeezes his
load out onto the plate adding it to the big pieces of
ash knocked from the cigars. Then he picks up each
condom in turn and squeezes out the spunk adding it to
the mess. Finally he picks up the plate and passes it
round so each of them knocks the ash from their cigars
into the mess. Returning to the table he grins at me
as he sets it down on the table. grabbing me by the
hair he drags me along the table and slams my face
into the filthy mess "eat bitch, eat that man spunk"
he snarls as he grinds my face into the mess, rubbing
my face in the sticky mess until he sees me open my
mouth and start to lick up the mixture of cigar ash
and man cum. In a daze I slurp it up sucking their cum
into my mouth. I taste the filthy mixture. Finally he
pulls me upright by the hair so I'm standing against
the end of the table. My face coated in their cum and
ash, now drying to a mask on my face. I am shaky on my
legs as they gather round to look at the broken whore
I have become. Broken I stand there as they move
around their prize puffing smoke at me from what's
left of fat cigars.

"Not so fuckin posh now is he" Ben comments and they
laugh. I hope desperately that they will let me go
now, but know, Bailey notices that my cock is semi
hard much to my surprise I realise that he right. He
immediately has the idea that I should wank off for
them. "start to get that cock harder cunt -- I'll be
right back" and he disappears into the office. Without
question I reach for my cock and start to wank it
hard. I'm shocked at how quick I'm rock hard. Bailey
is back with a black marker and draws lines across the
table. They take bets on how far I will shoot, he even
has me say how far I think. Not far I'm sure and
indicate the nearest mark. They are getting into my
humiliation so Bailey rips the remains of my shirt
open and tells me to hold still while he writes'
WANKER' across my chest. "get that on camera when the
cunt comes Mark". As I star to pull my cock for them
Bailey suddenly stops me "oh, almost forgot, cunt got
to do something about that smoking attitude you've
got". And reaching into his back pocket he produces
one of Reg's big curved pipes and holding it up to the
laughter of the others pushes the stem into my mouth.
Reluctantly I hold it limply in my mouth. I Mumble a
plea around the stem as he holds out his Zippo. "light
up, boy". Resigned I take the lighter. I haven't
smoked for years, I dislike it now as they know. I
flick the lighter into life and hold it over the big
pipe bowl and tentatively puff at it. The smoke fills
my mouth and the smell of pungent pipe tobacco fills
the air, I strive not to inhale it as I get the pipe
going. I pathetically hand back the lighter as they
mock me. "nice pipe cunt, suites you...WANKER" Ben
calls, exhaling more cigar smoke -- like a veteran
smoker.

Now puffing the pipe I start wanking my dick again --
it almost instantly hard again -- I can't believe it, I
can't be getting off on this abuse can I? I wank
harder. Waynes reminds me to smoke the pipe and not
just leave it hanging in my mouth. "Fuckin smoke it
bitch, go on inhale you poof" I puff again till huge
clouds of blue/white smoke envelop my head, wanking
harder, I'm beginning to pant, so i inhale if I like
it or not. Wanking harder, puffing away, I'm suddenly
tripping; images of their boots in my face, sucking
their filthy dicks, eating their spunk. My head goes
back I can feel the pipe slide to one side of my
mouth, gripped by my teeth, smoke issuing from my nose
and mouth I groan, vaguely aware of them all shouting
for me to cum, shoot or dump my load. I have the most
massive orgasum. Spurt after spurt of cum shoots
across the table as I pant and finally come down.
Taking the pipe from my dry mouth I slump into a
chair.

They are up checking who has won -- evidently I shoot
to the furthest mark, ever optimistic Ben won and is
whooping his delight. Taking it as his queue to take
charge he puts his arm behind my head and guiding me
to the table pushed me down "lick it up you fuckin
pervert, you made now eat it, you sad fucking pipe
perve". The others seem to think it is funny too.

Finally I am allowed to go and get changed into my
bike gear. But before I can go they make me kneel and
kiss their boots before I go and thank them for
fucking me. I do it all, I don't care now, even being
told that the pics "won't go anywhere so long as I
turn up for work tomorrow like nothing has happened"
doesn't seem to shock me now.
Finally I pull on my crash helmet only to find the
condoms and 4 cigar butts in it.

This is the end of the beginning of my being broken
and turned into a total pig by these guys. If you have
comments, suggestions I'd love to hear them before I
start chapter two. Email me at bobstory123@yahoo.co.uk