From: "gayskin" <gayskin@dircon.co.uk>
Subject: Skinhead Slave
Date: 22 Feb 1997 11:49:36 GMT

SKIN SLAVE
by Gayskin

It had been a long boring day, it was only Monday and I still had the rest
of the working week stretching out in front of me. I was thankful to be
returning home to my flat. I was the sole person in the carriage of the
Central line train and so there was nothing to distract me from my book.
The train pulled into Liverpool Street station and the doors opened but I
did not bother to look up. As the train moved off again over the top of my
book I noticed a pair of 14 hole DM boots stopping right in front of
me. Despite the rest of the carriage being empty they remained there,
holding my attention.  Their owner was obviously proud of the boots, they
were polished to an almost mirror finish and there wasn't a mark on
them. My gaze started to move slowly up the body in front of me. Skin tight
jeans that did nothing to hide an impressive bulge at the crotch, a green
bomber jacket and finally the face.  A completely shaved head, piercing
blue eyes which were staring straight at me. His face was expressionless,
he just continued to stare.

This was my sort of man, my mouth went completely dry and my cock twitched
in anticipation. I returned his gaze but he quickly won the battle, I could
not maintain eye-contact. I looked away but his crotch was at my eye level
and I was drawn to it. My eyes kept shifting between his crotch and his
face, he continued to stare and his face took on a different expression. It
wasn't really a smile, more of a half smile really, but it was a look which
spoke volumes.  This man knew what he wanted and knew he was going to get
it from me, my opinions in the matter were irrelevant.  At this point I
should tell you a little more about myself; I am 30 years old, have my own
hair shaved to a zero crop.  I am just under 6ft tall and have a slim build
with little in the way of muscles.  My eyes are grey/blue and I am
clean-shaven.  However, my body is fairly hairy as I don't bother to shave
my body hair, with the exception of my cock and balls.  I am no magazine
pinup but, even if I do say so myself, I am not unattractive.

That four minute journey between Liverpool Street and Bethnal Green had
never felt longer but finally the train pulled into my station. I felt that
I had to say something. "This is my stop." I muttered as I started to get
up. He lifted his foot and pushed his boot into my crotch pressing me back
down onto the seat. "Not tonight it isn't, scumbag" he replied, "You're
just what I need, a skin slave boy." He ground the toe of his boot against
my dick. It was an incredible turn on and coupled with the fear, and
excitement, of what he might do, I was rapidly well on the way to an
erection.

At the next station he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the train. Up out
of the station and across the road into Mile End Park. He shoved me to the
ground and I leant forward towards his crotch but he pushed my head away
"Not yet, you fucker! I want my boots cleaned first". I bent over and
starting licking at his boot. His other foot pressed down into the back of
my neck pushing my face against the boot. "Harder, slave boy. I want to
feel your tongue through my boot".

By now my dick was throbbing, aching to be released from the confines of my
tight jeans. I continued licking his boots for a few minutes until he
pulled me to my feet. He removed his jacket and T-shirt revealing a
well-defined hairless chest with a silver ring in his right nipple.  He
raised his arm and looked me straight in the eye. "You know what to do." he
said. I leant forward and inhaled the strong masculine sweaty smell of his
armpit. My tongue darted out and started to slurp nosily, desperate to
satisfy this horny man before me.  I was in heaven, my cock was leaking a
steady stream of pre-cum.  All the while he kept up a verbal commentary.
"Yeah, my skin slave cleaning his master's pits. Lick them clean you
shitbag".  When I'd finished he ordered me to remove my jacket and taking
hold of the material of my T-shirt he ripped it open revealing my hairy
chest.  He reached out and clamped down hard on both of my tits and yanked
me towards him. He brought my face about six inches from his, smiled and
spat a huge gob of saliva that hit my cheek just below my eye and started
to run down my face. Releasing his grip on one nipple he slapped me, once,
hard on the face. I gasped at the suddenness of it. "What are you going to
do for me now, slave boy?" he asked.

I glanced down to his packet, looked at him and replied "Let me suck your
cock, sir". He pushed me to my knees again and unbuttoned his jeans.  He
pulled out a 7 inch uncut prick with a prince albert through the end of
it. He was hard and ready. Taking hold of the back of my neck he started to
slap his dick across the side of my face. I thrust my tongue out, desperate
to get a proper taste of him, but he wouldn't let me have what I wanted.
"Let me here you beg for it." he said.  I looked up at his face from my
kneeling position, a pleading look in my eyes.  "Please sir, please let me
suck your dick." I begged.  "Oh yeah," he said "Keep it up, show me how
much you want it."  As I continued mumbling various pleas to be allowed to
take his cock in my mouth, he teased me by smearing his precum all over my
face, moving his dick towards my mouth only to pull it away just before I
could close my lips around it.  My senses were in absolute turmoil, I had
never felt such a desperate need to pleasure a man before nor such a need
to get a cock in my mouth.

Finally, he said "Open wide" and with that he finally let me have what I
wanted. He began to thrust in and out, first forcing his dick down my
throat until my face pressed hard against his pubic hair, then pulling out
again quickly until just the head remained.  He was fast and furious,
giving me few opportunities to take a breath. This was no blow job I was
giving him, it was a face fuck. My mouth was just a convenient orifice for
his cock to fill. He was not concerned about my pleasure just his own.  I
gagged a couple of times initially, but then my throat adjusted to
accommodate the intrusion and I began to exert some suction on his dick,
causing him to groan loudly. On his back stroke I would flick my tongue
quickly over the head of his cock to get the sweet taste of his precum; on
the forward stroke I would contract my throat muscles in attempt to hold
him in place.  I reached up with one hand and started tugging gently on his
balls and with my other hand I pulled on his nipple ring.  Soon I sensed
his balls start to contract up towards his body and guessed he was about to
cum. Suddenly he shouted "Get ready for it!" and pulled his dick right out
of my mouth just as the first stream of cum burst from his dick hitting my
face. I stuck out my tongue to catch the following four bursts. As his
orgasm finished, I felt the cum erupting from my own cock, seeping slowly
into my jeans. I was amazed, it was the first time that I had ever cum
without even touching myself.

He regained his composure and pulled me to my feet. He noticed that I had
cum. "You're one horny fucker." he said, kissing me. There was no
gentleness even in this act, his kissing was rough and hard. "I guessed you
right, you like it rough and dirty and I could use you again. Be here
10.30pm on Friday, I need a regular skin slave.". "Yes sir" I replied as he
walked off.  I zipped up my jacket to cover my ripped T-shirt, wiped the
cum off of my face as best I could licking it off of my hands.  There
wasn't much I could do to hide the wet patch on my jeans, but I made it
home without incident.  My cock remained rock hard the whole time and once
home I had to wank myself off again.


SKIN SLAVE - Part 2
by Gayskin

10:15pm Friday evening I was back in Mile End Park, waiting.  There were
still 15 minutes until the appointed time.  In the four days since I had
been dragged (willingly) from the tube train and used and abused by that
horny skinhead, I must have wanked off about 20 times trying to relive
every moment of what had been one of the horniest sex sessions I had ever
had. I had been next to useless at work, everytime I tried to concentrate
on something I found my mind filling with an image of him standing before
me slapping that hard dick across my face. Of course, I wasn't certain that
he would even turn up tonight, but I was hopeful.  I repeatedly glanced at
my watch as the minutes ticked slowly away, imagining what might be in
store for me this time.

10.30pm exactly and there he was, coming towards me along the path.  He had
a big grin on his face. He stopped in front of me, looked me in the eye and
said one word "Ready?". I nodded in reply.  With that he produced a leather
collar and put it around my neck. Next he attached one end of a chain to
the collar and the other end to one of the belt loops on his jeans. He
turned and walked off. The chain went taught and I stumbled forward,
surprised. I steadied myself and started to follow him.  He walked straight
out of the park and crossed the road towards the tube station.  There were
lots of people around, particularly all the straight couples waiting to go
into Benjys the local club. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been
Sunday, as that is the club's gay night. We were attracting a lot of
attention.  Nobody was saying anything but I could see the shocked looks on
some faces, the smirks on others and I felt embarrassed. Then I heard a guy
mutter "Fucking cocksuckers.". My skinhead stopped dead, turned and faced
the guy, glaring. "That's right," he said "want to make something of
it?". The guy looked horrified that he'd been answered back and turned away
muttering "Sorry". With that my embarrassment disappeared and I felt
immensely proud.

It didn't take us long to reach his house. He opened the door and pulled me
inside.  He led me upstairs and into a room, bare apart from a narrow
table, about waist height and a chest of drawers in the corner.  He
detached the chain from my collar and barked "Strip!" I hesitated for a
moment.  Too long for his liking, he slapped me hard across the face "I
said Strip!".  I jumped into action, and quickly removed all my clothes.
He went over to the chest of drawers and removed a jockstrap. He threw it
to me and told me to put it on.

"Bend over the table" he said. I did as I was told and he grabbed my arm
and using some rope he tied my arm to one leg of the table. He moved round
the table tying my other arm and both of my legs in turn, so that I ended
up spread-eagled.  There was enough give in the rope for some movement, but
not much. My head hung over one end of the table and my ass was very
exposed at the other end.

He stood in front of me, still fully clothed. His dick was already rock
hard in his jeans, I could see it throbbing for release.  He slowly
unbuttoned his fly and his 7 inch rock hard, pierced cock popped out. "Suck
it." he whispered. I strained my head forward and wrapped my lips around
the head of his dick. He thrust forward burying his whole cock in my mouth
and holding the back of my head so that I couldn't move he urged "Go on,
suck it, use your tongue.".  I began to slide my tongue around his shaft
and when he pulled out slightly I managed to push my tongue into the ring
of his Prince Albert and tug on it gently.  This seemed to really get him
going as he groaned out loud. He pushed my head off his dick and offered
his balls for attention.  I avidly lapped at each ball in turn sucking each
one into my mouth and rolling it around on my tongue.

 "I've worked up a real sweat for you today, slave boy" he said.  I licked
my lips in anticipation, rembering his wonderfully sweaty armpits from the
previous session. However, he turned his back on me and dropped his jeans.
Bending over he backed his smooth arse towards my face.  I inhaled the
wonderful aroma of sweat, there was nothing dirty about the smell and my
tongue flicked back and forth lapping it all up.  He edged further back and
I pushed my tongue right up into his hole and began to rim him.  He used
his hands to spread his arse cheeks wider and I stretched my tongue out
further, desperate to get as far into him as I could. He was moaning with
pleasure "Yeah, that feels good, tongue my arse, scumbag, go on tongue it
deeper.". He had a wonderful arse for rimming, it really opened up under my
attentions.  I clamped my lips around his hole and sucked opening him up
even more allowing my tongue to penetrate further.

After several minutes he moved round behind me and began running his hands
over the cheeks of my arse.  "Too cold." he said and with that he slapped
his hand down hard across my left arse cheek. Without a pause he repeated
the process on my right cheek.  He started a steady rhythm of slapping
alternate cheeks.  There was nothing half hearted about it, he was really
laying into me. I started to moan aloud. "Quiet, shitbag" he shouted.  I
clamped my teeth tightly together. My arse was warming up rapidly, my dick
was rock hard and leaking precum into the pouch of the jockstrap. The force
of his blows was making me thrust my arse forward as much as my restraints
would allow, causing friction between my dick and the table top.  I
couldn't help myself, I cried out again, not in pain but with pleasure.  "I
told you to keep quiet." he shouted. He moved round in front of me and
shoved a pair of white briefs into my mouth as a gag, adding "I've worn
those to work for three days in a row."  I could tell - the smell of sweat,
piss and man sex was intense and I started sucking furiously trying to
extract every bit of taste.

He continued spanking me, non-stop, for what seemed like for ever and when
he finally stopped I could feel the intense heat. "Much better" he said,
spreading my arse cheeks apart. He gobbed on my hole and roughly pushed in
a finger. "Nice and tight ," he said " I'm going to enjoy fucking you".  He
worked another finger alongside the first, stretching my hole, preparing me
for what was to come.  Then he deliberately moved round in front of me
where I could see him and proceeded to put on a condom "Just so you know."
he said.

Moving back behind me, I felt the cold touch of lube as he spread it into
my hole. He rubbed his dick up and down between my cheeks a few times and
then positioned the head against my tight hole. He paused for a few moments
and then with one hard thrust, he buried his cock into my arse. The pain
was intense and I screamed into my makeshift gag. I hoped that he would
pause to allow me to become accommodated to the intrusion but he was having
none of it. Immediately he pulled back until he had almost completely
withdrawn and thrust forward again.  He started pounding in and out, his
balls slapping against my arse, pushing me forward against the table.  The
pain quickly started to subside and inevitably turned into pleasure. I
began to push my arse back as he thrust his dick forward wanting him deeper
inside me. "Oh yeah," he cried "that's right, give me your arse.  Squeeze
that hole tight, make me cum, slaveboy". I was moaning into my gag and I
contracted my arse muscles as tightly as I could around his pistoning
cock. He kept up the frantic pace. My body became bathed in sweat, it was
running off my forehead into my eyes, the saltiness stinging slightly. He
started to slap my arse again. My dick was throbbing as though it was about
to burst. I was close, I sensed he was too. Simultaneously, my cum exploded
from my cock into the pouch of the jockstrap as he cried out "Jesus, here
it comes" and I felt his cock pulsing as the cum burst out of his cock to
collect in the end of the condom.

He collapsed on top of me and lay there exhausted. After a few minutes his
breathing became steadier.  He raised himself up and slipped his dick out
of my arsehole, leaving me feeling empty. He untied me and rubbed the life
back into my arms and legs. He slid the condom off of his dick and then
removing the gag emptied the contents into my open mouth. I swallowed it
all greedily and then he pushed his lips against mine and thrust his tongue
down my throat. After attempting to clean the back of my throat with his
tongue, he said "That was fucking brilliant.  The best fuck I've had for
ages. I hope you haven't made any plans for the weekend, cos I'm not
finished with you yet. Are you interested, slaveboy?".  I nodded and
replied "You bet."

He took hold of my arm and led me into the next room which was his
bedroom. He chucked a pillow on the floor at the bottom of the bed along
with a sheet. "You can sleep there tonight." he said "Be ready for some
more in the morning".  I curled up on the floor feeling extremely content
and rapidly fell asleep.


SKIN SLAVE - Part 3
by Gayskin

I was at that point of being half awake and still half asleep.  I was
conscious of something hot and wet splashing against my stomach.  I opened
my eyes and there he was standing over me, letting fly with a stream of
piss which he was directing at my crotch. My dick was already "piss hard"
but it throbbed to full attention. "Open wide" he said moving the stream up
my body. I opened my mouth and the stream of piss hit the back of my
throat.  I let my mouth fill up and as it started to overflow onto my chin
I gulped it down.  It was strong and bitter tasting, well it was his first
piss of the morning, but I continued to swallow as much as I
could. Eventually, the flow died away to a trickle and he shook the last
few drops off of the end of his dick.

"Get up here and suck my dick" he ordered. I didn't hesistate, I was
instantly up on my knees diving for his cock, attempting to swallow it
whole. He rapidly got hard and grabbed hold of my head as he thrust himself
in and out for a few minutes whilst I did my best to enhance the sensations
he was feeling by using my throat muscles and tongue to good effect. He
pulled me to my feet and ran his hands across my chest and stomach which
was still wet from the hosing down he had given me. He put his wet hands up
to my lips and I eagerly lapped at the piss.  "Dirty fucker," he said "Do
you like drinking my piss?"  I murmered my assent whilst continuing to suck
on his fingers. "Oh yeah, you love it, you pig. Well there's always plenty
of that available. Looks like I've found myself a portable toilet."

He shoved me back onto the floor on my back and produced a condom which he
proceeded to roll down his hard cock. I continued to run my hands over my
wet body and then slurp the piss into my mouth. He knelt down between my
legs and lifted them up across his shoulders. He aimed his cock at my
asshole and then with one rapid thrust he buried himself inside me.  As I
felt his cock force my ass open I yelled out in pain.  He slapped me across
the face "Quiet, shithead and take what's coming to you."  I stiffled
another cry as he started to piston his cock back and forth in my ass. He
lowered his whole body down onto mine and I clamped my legs around his
waist. He held his face inches away from mine and watched as the the look
of pain on my face started to melt away to be replaced with a look of
contentment.

I began to tighten the muscles in my ass onto his dick and he gasped out
"Oh Christ yes, you bastard. Work that bitch hole on my dick. Keep it
going, slave boy." He gobbed a huge wad onto my face and started to rub it
in.  I sucked his fingers into my mouth and began to deep throat them.  He
moved up a notch and started to ram his cock with even greater force into
my hole.  I'd never felt so deeply penetrated before, I was gasping with
the intensity of the pleasure, which was centred on my asshole but was
radiating through my whole body.  My dick was leaking precum in a
continuous stream, making my crotch nice and slippery.

I good feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. I barely had time to say "I'm
gonna cum." before I started firing cum from the end of my dick.  Each
blast caused my asshole to clamp down even more tightly around his dick and
this in turn pushed him over the
edge. "Christ........I'm.....gonna....shoot...." he cried and I felt his
own cock start to pulse inside me. Once his climax was over he collapsed on
top of me and thrust his tongue into my mouth in a rough kiss.  He pulled
out of my ass, leaving me feeling very empty and the disappointment showed
on my face.  He pulled off the condom and up ended the contents into my
mouth. "That was fucking excellent" he said. "Yes, Sir" I replied.

"Suck my dick clean" he said shoving his semi hard cock into my mouth. I
started running my tongue across the shaft which tasted of rubber and then
he suddenly released another hot stream of piss into my throat.  I
swallowed as fast as I could, but he was pissing too fast and I couldn't
stop myself from gagging.  This started me coughing and I spluttered a
mouthful of piss out over my skin master.  "You fucking useless pig" he
shouted. "I wanted you to drink my piss, not wash me with it". He raised
his hand and brought it down hard across my face.  My face felt instantly
on fire and tears welled up into my eyes. He continued to rain down slaps
across my body; firstly across my chest and stomach, down the inside of my
legs. I was twisting and turning, trying to escape the worst of the blows,
but to no available.  He continued to scream abuse at me, "You worthless
shit. Can't even get a simple task right.  Asshole, I should chuck you out
onto the street and have nothing more to do with you".

He stood up and started to kick out at me. I was thankful he'd not got his
boots on, but the pain was still intense as he laid into my
stomach. Suddenly he stopped and aimed a final kick at my crotch. As it
connected, I cried out and curled up into a ball to protect myself from
further attack, but there was none forthcoming.  Instead he finished off
pissing and left me lying there.  I could hear him moving around the room
as I lay there.  When I finally looked up, he was standing there fully
dressed. "Don't you dare move asshole. I'm off out for about an hour". With
that he gobbed on my face and left the room.  I heard the front door slam
shut and finally relaxed my body.

I was feeling bruised all over, but I noticed that my dick had gotten hard
again.  I couldn't believe it. Surely I couldn't have enjoyed being kicked
around.  My dick seemed to be telling me otherwise.  I really wanted to
wank myself off and relieve the tension by coming, but I resisted.  I knew
that my master would not approve. So, instead, I rolled around in the pool
of cooling piss beneath me, getting myself nice and wet, and then settled
down to await his return.


SKIN SLAVE - Part 4
by Gayskin

The pool of piss that I was laying in had gone completely cold, but my dick
was still rock hard and pulsing.  I was struggling with my determination
not to wank myself off. I felt very restless and kept moving around trying
to make myself more comfortable on the hard floor. I suppose about 25-30
minutes had passed when suddenly I heard a key in the front door
downstairs. I stopped moving around and laid pefectly still, hoping that my
skin master would come straight upstairs and allow me to get off.

I heard the door open and what sounded like at least two people coming into
the house.  Suddenly someone called  "Paul, are you in? It's Dave and
Steve." I didn't know what to do. I kept quiet, hoping that they wouldn't
come upstairs and that they'd go as soon as they realised Paul wasn't here.
 But then I heard the thud of their feet on the stairs.  "Paul, you here?
We fancy going for an early beer up the West End. Wanna come?".   "He's
obviously not here Steve," said another voice "Why don't we just go on our
own."  "OK," said the first voice "but first I gotta take a piss." I was
terrified of what they might do if they came into the bedroom and found me
here.  For all I knew these guys didn't even know Paul was into gay sex, so
I could only imagine how they might react if they found a naked stranger in
his bedroom lying in a pool of cold piss.

I heard the first set of feet pass the bedroom door. It was only ajar so
unless they looked directly through the gap they would not spot me.  The
second guy started to pass by and then my heart skipped a beat when he
stopped. Suddenly the door was pushed open and there was this tall skinhead
staring at me lying on the floor. "What the fuck..." he started to say,
"Hey Steve, come and look at this."

With that he walked into the bedroom towards me.  He was about 6ft 4", 
wearing standard skinhead gear; jeans, 14 hole Docs and a Fred Perry.  He
had heavily muscled arms and the Fred Perry was stretched taught across his
chest. He was displaying a healthy bulge in his crotch. Behind him another
skinhead appeared.  This one was much shorter, about the same height as me,
5ft10" same outfit but much skinnier than the first guy. However, I was
immediately drawn to his piercing blue eyes.  A broad grin appeared on his
face as he saw me.  

I was quite scared of what might happen, my cock had already started to
deflate and was now only half hard. Realising that I was in an extremely
vulnerable position I started to sit up. "Not so fast,"  said Dave as he
raised his booted foot and pushed it into my crotch. "Lie back down!" he
growled "and let us have a good look at you." I hesitated for a moment and
he started to grind his boot into my balls.  An intense pain shot through
my body as my balls were crushed. I cried out and quickly laid back down
onto the floor.  The pressure eased off but the booted foot remained were
it could quickly reapply the punishment if I started to struggle.  "Well,"
said Steve "it looks as though Paul's got himself a new toy. Do you think
he'd mind if we played with it for a while".   "Nah," said Dave "Paul's
always happy to share with us."

"Well, I still need that piss." said Steve. With that he unzipped his jeans
and fished out a long thin cock with an overhanging foreskin which
completely covered the head even though he was already half hard.  He
squatted down across my chest and shoved his dick towards my mouth.  "Open
wide, piss boy." he whispered "Time for a drink."  His crotch smelt
disgusting, like it hadn't been washed for a week.  The smell of stale piss
and sweat hit me and I wasn't sure I could bring myself  to take his rancid
cock into my mouth.  He started to rub it across my lips.  He slapped his
hand across my face "I said Open wide, piss boy..... don't make me say it
again."  Suddenly Dave removed his boot from my crotch and reaching down he
grabbed my balls in his hand and squeezed hard.  I gasped at the intense
pain and as soon as my mouth opened Steve shoved his cock inside.  I felt
myself gag but I had no time to get acustomed to it because he immediately
let go with a stream of hot piss which hit the back of my throat. "You
better not spill a drop." he warned.  I started to gulp down the strong
bitter tasting piss as quickly as I could.  Each time I swallowed my mouth
quickly refilled with piss, but I just about kept up with the flow. After
pissing what seemed like gallons the flow finally subsided to a trickle and
I found that I had grown accustomed to the sustained crushing sensation in
my balls. I also realised that my cock was rock hard again.

"Very good, piss boy." said Steve, "You swallowed the lot. Now get that
tongue under my foreskin and give it a good clean." My tongue eagerly
darted to the tip of his foreskin and started to tunnel its way in. I
lapped away and the lumps of cock cheese I found there, swallowing eagerly
and savouring the taste. Steve's cock started to twitch and thicken as I
worked under his foreskin and within half a minute he was rock hard. He
started to thrust his cock into my mouth and down my throat.  I contracted
my throat muscles around the head of his dick as it penetrated my throat
causing Steve to groan outloud.  "Oh shit, that feels good.  Keep it up
piss boy". 

I felt the pressure on my balls suddenly ease and I opened my eyes to see
Dave had stood up and was starting to strip off.  I kept up my work on
Steve's cock whilst staring at Dave as he quickly revealed his well built,
heavily muscled body.  When he was finally naked, revealing what looked
like an 9" semi erect cock, he gave himself a couple of quick strokes
causing his cock to firm into full hardness. It wasn't just long but it was
very thick too. He walked around and stood with his feet either side of my
head.  "My turn, Steve." he said pushing Steve back causing his cock to
drop out of my mouth.  My head automatically tilted forward and my tongue
darted out in a desperate attempt to reclaim its lost prize, but Dave
immediately started to squat down over my head, lowering his ass towards my
face.  "Lick me out." said Dave "I wanna feel your tongue deep inside me
cleaning out my asshole."

I took a deep breath as the hairy ass approached my face, it smelt strongly
of sweat with a faint undertone of shit.  My tongue flicked out across the
hairs of his asscrack and my hands moved to pull the cheeks of his ass
apart revealing his tight asshole. My tongue probed the hole, tentatively
at first, licking around the edges and then I thrust inside. His ass tasted
slightly bitter at first as one or two small flecks of shit that were
clinging around the edges of his hole entered my mouth. I swallowed them
quickly and continue to probe his hole deeply. His ass started to open up
under my attack and I clamped my lips around his asshole and started to
suck his assjuices from him.  I started to gently nibble and bite his
asshole and my tongue penetrated deeper and deeper.  My own cock was
leaking masses of precum and I suddenly felt Steve grab my dick and squeeze
it hard.

Dave lifted himself up and turned around presenting his cock for my
attention. I went to work at his massive cock sucking it into my mouth.  As
it hit the back of my throat I gagged slightly and his advance was
temporarily halted.  "Take it you cunt!" he shouted and thrust hard,
forcing his cock into my mouth and I felt his pubes brush against my lips. 
My throat felt stretched to the limit, but I quickly became accustomed to
its huge size as he thrust himself back and forward in my mouth. After a
few minutes of pounding into my throat he suddenly stood up and walked over
and lay on the bed.  I was unsure what to do. I looked at Steve who was
fisting his own cock with one hand whilst he kept up fierce grip on my own
cock. "Bring him over here, Steve" called Dave. Steve shot to his feet and
pulled me up. I stumbled across the room to the bed.  As I looked at Dave I
saw him rolling a condom down his cock. Steve grinned and I blanched at the
thought of this monster penetrating my asshole.  Steve took a tube of lube
from Dave and started to massage some into my hole.  He started with one
finger and quickly thrust a second and third into me.  He kept stroking and
massaging the lube deep inside me, causing me to relax my muscles and open
up. I was thankful for the preparation.  "Get up here and sit on my dick"
growled Dave. 

I got up onto the bed and squatted over Dave's erect dick. Steve positioned
Dave's cock at my hole and I slowly started to lower myself.  His cock
started to penetrate me. I felt my ass stretching I sank onto that monster
dick. I paused for a moment hoping to allow myself to become accustomed to
the size. However, as soon as I stopped Dave thrust himself upwards burying
his cock inside me.  I screamed in agony, which merely caused Dave to
laugh, pull himself half out and thrust up again. "Now ride my cock you
bastard" he grunted. I started to hump myself up and down and slowly the
pain eased a little. I felt my erection which had wilted with the initial
pain slowly return. After a few minutes of pounding Dave reached up and
pulled me down so that my face was inches from his.  He started spouting a
stream of filth, spitting the words at my face, telling me how tight my ass
felt, how he was going to fuck my insides to shreds. As he continued with
this abuse, I suddenly felt Steve lowering his weight onto my back.  I
couldn't believe that he was seriously considering what I thought he was
considering, but he was. I felt his cock start to slide along my crack. 
"No, I can't possibly take two at once" I shouted.  Dave slapped me across
the face as he said "Shut up, cunt. No-one asked your opinion."  I shut up
but my body tensed up in fear.  "This will hurt you much more if you don't
relax." whispered Steve in my ear.

I felt Steve's cock pressing at the entrance to my ass and I desparately
willed my body to relax. Slowly, almost imperceptibly I felt my asshole
begin to yield to the pressure of Steve's attack and his cock started to
inch inside me.  I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from crying out but
the tears welled up in my eyes and started to roll down my cheeks. Finally
I felt Steve's balls slap against the my cheeks and I knew he was fully
inside me. I let out a sigh, my ass was stretched to breaking point but
amazingly my own cock was still rock hard and was twitching and throbbing
so much I knew it wouldn't be long before I came.  I was terrified of what
this double intrusion would feel like after I climaxed.  However, from the
grunt and gasps coming from both Dave and Steve the intense tightness of my
ass on their dicks as a result of their double fuck was bringing them both
close too.  Steve started to slowly thrust himself in and out of my ass
whilst Dave laid pretty still, just slowly rocking his dick inside me.  The
sensations were incredible as I felt both these dicks sliding around inside
me.  Suddenly the intense feelings pushed me over the edge and I screamed
out as as the cum exploded from my dick. This in turn, caused my asshole to
clamp down so tightly on Dave and Steve's cocks that they came together and
I could feel their cum pulsing from their dicks. They were groaned out loud
and shouted incoherently, although I made out the occasional "christ",
"fuck", "shit" etc.  

Steve's whole weight collapsed on top of me and our combined weight
collapsed on top of Dave. He shoved back and we toppled off of him. Their
dicks slipped out of my ass and I felt incredibly empty. Dave shoved me
back onto the floor as he pulled the condom from his dick. He chucked it at
me. It landed on my face and I quickly upended it and let the contents
slide into my mouth. "You fucking pig" he said a wide grin appearing on his
face. I repeated the process when Steve removed his condom.  Dave meanwhile
stood over me and released a torrent of piss over my body. Directing the
stream up and down my torso soaking me once again. I drank as much as I
could whilst running my hands across my body massaging the hot stream into
my skin.  

As his stream finally subsided we heard the sound of the front door
opening. Paul was back....

to be continued.