Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2020 12:32:36 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Gerald's New Friend - Part 7

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Gerald's New Friend - Part 7

'You've been nominated, boy,' said Jack, as he came up to me in the park.
'Robbie said that you really like cock, so he suggested I make your
acquaintance and offer you a position in my new venture.'

The man smiled and looked me up and down with an appraising eye. He liked
his boys skinny and tame, so he decided to try a bit of charm, rather
than blackmail or force, to win me over. He was a big and burly man, and
rather good-looking, so I was attracted to him in an instant.

'New venture?' I queried.

'Yes,' he said, as he put his arm around my shoulders and guided me down
a narrow path. 'I'm here to take over from Bill and Paul. They've had a
good run, but I'm here to merge their two circles into one.'

'Bill and Paul? Circles?' I queried. 'I don't know what you're talking
about, mister.'

'Relax, boy. I'm no copper. In fact, I'm just the opposite.'

'And you know Robbie, the ginger-nut?'

'Yes,' he replied. 'I'm Jack, by the way, and Robbie is one of my
favourite bum-boys. He was picked up by Bill at the local cinema one
rainy afternoon. He then used his wiles, and his arse, to find out all
about Bill's circle. The lad then went on to do the very same thing to
Paul and his circle of boy-lovers. Robbie really knows how to infiltrate
a rival circle, and help put it out of business.'

'So you let rivals do all the hard work?'

'Yes,' replied Jack. 'It's far easier to recruit talent that way. Plus,
it can be very profitable if the boy-lovers want to keep seeing their
favourite bum-boys.'

Jack looked like he could handle himself in a fight; however, I didn't
think he would be able to take on Gordon and his ex-military friends.
Even if he had help, the fighting would be bloody and brutal.

'Bill's got a lot of friends,' I said. 'And Paul...'

'Paul's already agreed to hand over the reins,' interrupted Jack. 'And
when Bill is back on his feet again, I'm sure he and his friends will see
the sense in having more boys to play with on a regular basis.'

Jack and I left the park by a little used side gate.

'You look like a good spunker, boy,' said Jack. 'Do you have a cut or
uncut cock dangling between your legs? My van's over there, by the post
box, so let's get you naked and take a look.'

*   *   *

It was almost pitch black in Jack's cellar. I was completely naked,
except for a dog collar around my neck - a leather leash attached to the
collar allowed Jack to lead me around the cellar in the dark. The stone
flooring was ice-cold under foot; but even so, my cock was semi-erect and
my arsehole was twitching with anticipation.

'It's bloody cold down here, Jack,' I said. 'I'll catch my death!'

'You'll soon warm up when the fucking starts,' said Jack. 'So, stop
complaining.'

Suddenly, an involuntary shuddered ran through my entire body. I swore
under my breath as Jack tugged on the leash. It was then that the heating
came on and saved the day.

'The heating's on for the audience, boy,' said Jack. 'They're paying good
money to see you get fucked, so stop shivering and get with the
programme!'

As I walked behind Jack, I felt hands caressing my arse-cheeks and
tweaking my nipples. I then felt a greasy finger enter my arsehole.

'Stop fingering his hole, Seb,' said someone on my right. 'It needs to be
tight for the competition.'

'Ah yes, the competition,' I thought. 'Why did I ever agree to enter the
bloody thing? Robbie was bound to win, so why did I put my name down for
the Bum-Boy Stakes?'

My senses sharpened as a spotlight came on and lit up the centre of the
cellar. I was led towards a low, wooden stage. The room quickly filled
with the sounds of approval from the audience around me.

'Step up, boy,' ordered Jack. 'Let's see you on the stage.'

I then felt a large dildo being shoved up my pre-greased arsehole. The
man doing the shoving was keen to get a good reaction from the audience -
there was no care taken, just harsh shoving. I groaned as the entire
length entered my weak and willing body.

'Awesome!' shouted an audience member. 'What a glorious sight! Get him to
give us a twirl in slow motion.'

I heard some clapping as I shuffled around on the spot. I was then lifted
into a sling and firmly secured to the supporting chains.

'Tie off that leash, Dave,' said Jack. 'Get it out of the way.'

The audience cheered when I groaned with pleasure - the dildo inside me
had shifted when Dave and Jack checked my bonds.

'Boy number one is now ready to be judged,' said Dave, as he held an open
bottle of vapour under my nose.

The effects of the vapour were immediate. My cock became rock-hard in an
instant, and my arse-lips pulsed hard against the rubber dildo. I was now
ready for anything.

I turned my head and saw that I was surrounded by some two dozen men. The
makeshift stage gave them a great view of my naked and restrained body.
Another involuntary shuddered ran through my body as the first judge
stepped into view, between my open legs.

'Come to order, gentlemen,' said Dave. 'Remember, anyone can fuck the boy
after the judges have made their rating decision. But please note, there
are three more boys in the competition, so don't all pile in at once. If
you like the look of a boy's arse, then step up and get in line.'

Of course, every boy in the competition was fucked by every man in the
cellar. The three judges gave me a seven out of ten; and of course,
Robbie took the prize with a nine out of ten. Everyone liked fucking the
ginger-nut, and some stepped up to fuck him twice.

To cope with demand, all four competitors were placed in the sling twice.
I ended up taking six loads of spunk by the end of the afternoon.

I truly loved the feeling of having a thick cock inside me. I sighed and
cooed whenever a cock entered my rectum and took me for a long, hard
ride. I also loved being fucked by a bunch of hard-standing cocks in
rotation.

'In. Out. Shake me all about,' was the phrase I liked the best. I lay in
the sling, repeating the phrase over and over again as the men
power-fucked my battered hole.

*   *   *

I was laid up for a week after the Bum-Boy Stakes. I had a heavy cold and
a sore arse, but still I was looking forward to returning to Jack's
cellar.

I kept dreaming of having my cock and arsehole licked into shape by all
the men in the cellar. I then received some bad news from Gary, who
dropped by to visit me on my sick bed.

'There are rozzers everywhere,' he said, as he slowly wanked me off.
'Someone got nabbed and set off a real panic. Bob, John and Mark are
keeping their heads down, mainly between my legs, but Bob received a
visit yesterday. The rozzers searched the hut but found nothing.'

'That hut is crammed full of dirty magazines and photos, so...'

'Bob got a tip the day before,' he interrupted. 'The news spread like
wildfire, but no one told your mates.'

'They're not my mates!' I snapped. 'By the way, my cock is now ready to
be sucked.'

Gary and I were naked and in a sixty-nine position when my mother came
home early from shopping. Her surprise return forced us to abandon our
sex-romp and get back to discussing the bad news.

'Bill's name was mentioned,' said Gary, as he pulled on his Y-fronts and
put his weight against the bedroom door in a panic. 'That's why the
rozzers searched Bob's hut, they're known associates.'

'What about the photographs?' I queried. 'I'm smiling in most of mine.'

'We're victims,' he replied. 'Seduced by evil men .... That's evil men
with big, hard cocks. Ah, so suckable and tasty...'

'Don't joke!' I snapped. 'And get those bloody clothes on, pronto.'

Gary and I began to plan our escape to South America, but then thought
better of it. The local newspaper would have all the details in print by
Friday, so we both decided to wait and see who had actually been
arrested.

Only Bill's name appeared in the local newspaper on Friday. Apparently,
he had targeted a goody two shoes and come unstuck. The investigation was
still ongoing, so the local boy-lovers decided to shut up shop for a
while. Everything went quiet for months. Jack left the area and wasn't
seen again; Gordon went to Holland and set up shop there; and poor old
George was arrested for aiding and abetting Bill.

All my favourite cocks were heading for the hills. Only Bob, John and
Mark were staying put. Meanwhile, Gary and I decided to become a double
act again, even though it meant stripping off in front of
self-incriminating cameras.

'Just remember,' said Gary. 'We're innocent victims. No one is going to
lock us up. The nice men gave us funny tasting drinks, and then asked us
to undress. Stick to that story and we'll be okay.'

*   *   *

Mark was happy to take over Bob's appointment book - the park keeper's
hut was now strictly off limits. Bob was still in charge of course, but
Mark's living-room was now the new meeting place. This allowed Mark to
get freebies, under the guise of helping struggling pupils with their
English and History.

Gary and I, plus three other boys, were sent off to visit the more
affluent boy-lovers in the area. A few of them wanted to take photographs
of us in the nude, before the action began in earnest. Of course, John
was included in this group, and did promised to behave like a gentleman
this time around, so no more sex with hard-nosed Rockers.

Bernie, Gordon's friend, also appeared in Bob's appointment book. He
owned a large house on the outskirts of town, and had converted his
garage into a photographic studio.

'It's good to see you naked again, Roy,' he said, as I climbed into the
sling. 'Careful now, we don't want you tumbling out and falling on your
arse.'

'I'm a bit tipsy, that's all,' I replied. 'That lemonade tasted nice.'

'Let's strap him in, Don,' said Mick, 'and get him ready for the
fuck-fest. Where's that jar of Vaseline?'

'It's over there,' said Bernie. 'On the table, behind my camera case.'

'I'll get it,' said Warren.

The four naked men stroked their cocks as they went about their business.
I had been fucked by all four cocks at Gordon's place, but it was still
good to see them nice and stiff again. Bill and George had not turned
Queen's evidence, so things were beginning to get back to normal. This
meant that I would be laying in Bernie's sling on a regular basis.

'Right,' said Bernie, 'let's get this show on the road. And remember,
Gary is waiting in the wings, so don't burn yourselves out on this
drunken bum.'