Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2020 11:47:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 31 Last of the Line by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 31 "Shall we try the electro thing up our arses, Billy?" I asked. Billy nodded. "Here or in the sling?" Sebastian said that the sling would be better for beginners as it made access easier. "So long as everything's dry there's no problem." I picked up the various bits of kit and the three of us went back to where the sling was all clean and fresh. Sebastian found a socket and plugged the box of tricks in. He showed us how the power dial went from OFF to MAX, and said that we shouldn't go beyond half way until we were certain we were used to what would happen. "What happens if it gets wet?" asked Billy. "It's only the box that has to be dry, Billy, the thing that goes up your arse is bound to be wet as it needs lube." He put the box several feet away from the danger of any liquid which might find its way out of some part of the lucky victim. "Up you get, Dab," he said, "and we'll put the one in you had in the shop." I stripped and hoisted myself aboard. Sebastian used a finger to get a dollop of lube where it would be needed. "Look, Billy, this is how it goes in," and the cold silver pellet disappeared. A few seconds later he took it out again. "Now you put it in, Billy. Go on, you've stuck bigger things up there before, haven't you." Billy agreed, but said that nothing he'd stuck up there before had had wires hanging out. "Don't worry, Billy," I said, "just do what Sebastian tells you." Billy gingerly took hold of the pellet and I helpfully pushed as I felt the cold on my arse lips. In it went, about two inches. "Is that it?" said Billy, disappointed to see no response. "That's it until we turn the power on. Look," and he turned the power up to about a quarter, causing me to jerk as the pulses lit me up inside. "Ah fuck, Billy," I moaned, "you'll love this." Billy came over to inspect my arse, but he said he could see no difference. "You wait till it's buzzing its little heart out up your arse, Billy," I said, "turn it up a bit more, would you. Half way." Billy wasn't keen, but Sebastian told him that I'd had half way before, and that it had had spectacular results. "What?" "You'll see - now do as he asks - up there," and Sebastian pointed to where he felt the dial ought to stop. My twitching increased dramatically - it was impossible to keep still. To this day I don't know whether the electric impulses act directly on some nerves down there, or whether the sensation is so erotic that you just can't help twitching. Maybe it's a bit like your toes curling when you're about to come. All I know is that I find what the little silver pellet (and even more, its big brother) does up my arse is highly addictive. "Watch," whispered Sebastian, beckoning Billy (also naked by then, as was our tutor) to stand by my head. I was groaning and my twitching had become thrashing ... my hands were fluttering over my belly (but I avoided my cock) ... my breath was short ... "aaah, I'm near" ... and, as had happened in the shop, a stream of cum shot out of me. Sebastian turned the power off, explaining that having it go on after someone had come was about as welcome as being wanked after you'd come: "some people love it, but most don't". I resolved to put that to the test soon. "Come on, Billy, your turn," I said, climbing out. Billy gestured towards my chest and looked at Sebastian. "You're our guest, and I can get it any time." Sebastian needed no second invitation, and I relaxed as he bent to relieve my chest and belly of all that had recently been deposited. Naturally a 'thank you' kiss took place, and naturally it lasted a minute or two. By the time Sebastian and I were ready Billy was installed in the sling, his arse clearly signalling 'what about me' in bright lights. "On you go, Dab," said my instructor, "start low." I nodded, remembering to put a dollop in where it would be needed. Billy sighed - Billy always sighed when something went into his arse - and the pellet followed. "It's heavy," he said, surprised. "Hold on for the ride, Billy," I murmured, turning the power on at the second level. "Aaah!" "Nice?" "Yeah, but ... weird. I feel very odd - nice odd, but odd. Give me a moment." "Take as long as you like," I said, knowing that if his arse was anything like mine he would want it to be turned up soon. Half a minute passed and he began to purr. "I like this, guys. A bit more, Dab, please." I turned him up another two notches (half way would be a further two), hoping that after he'd got used to that he'd want at least to get as far as I had. The twitching intensified. Sebastian whispered to me, "can I get his straight from the tap? As it's his first time he'll shoot like a fucking fire hose, and I'd really like to feel it in my mouth." I nodded, "be our guest - I think you ought to get in place, because I reckon he's not far away." As Sebastian placed his lips round Billy's cock I turned him up one more notch ("one to go," I said. "Yeah, go on then.") and as I hit half way Billy heaved (Sebastian managed to remain connected) and blew a huge load invisibly where Sebastian had requested it. I turned the power off and watched them come down. I think Sebastian was as turned on by a quart or two of Billy's 2036 vintage as Billy was by the Midlands Electricity Company. "Blimey," said Billy when his heartbeat began to return to normal. "The bigger one some other time," I said. "Yeah, but soon, Dab." "Jack and Dodo will love that," I said, "but don't do anything electric with them while I'm away. Let's keep quiet about it until the summer holidays." Billy nodded. "Aren't you taking it back with you?" "No way," I said, "that thing stays here. If I took it back and used it there some bastard would nick it, and I'd never see it again." "A dreadful class of person you go to school with, Dab," said Sebastian. I grinned. "Yes, they're a shocking bunch. Do you know that several of them engage routinely in buggery with other boys - often a few years younger than themselves?" Sebastian looked properly shocked, although Billy told me later that he couldn't be certain that Sebastian's expression hadn't been one of deep envy. ***** Dinner with five of us was a hoot, and I was a bit concerned that we had been a little more boisterous than was wise. As Sebastian had played with Billy and me all afternoon I suggested that Dodo and Jack should entertain him that evening. "Are you sure, Dab?" said Jack, "won't you mind?" "Oh Jack, you idiot," said Dodo, "haven't you worked out that if Dab says something he means it. If Sebastian sleeps with us tonight he'll sleep with them tomorrow. Well, perhaps 'sleep' isn't what I mean." "By 3 o'clock you'll be so exhausted the pair of you won't be able to keep awake," said Sebastian. I pointed out that I would be going back the following afternoon, and Sebastian would have to leave then as well. "Don't you mind?" asked Jack. I assured him that there would be plenty of opportunities for Billy and me to spend the night with Sebastian - "I don't think we can keep him away". ***** They didn't appear at breakfast, and when Billy and I went out for a walk at about 11 we saw the three of them looking weary, sitting on the bench outside Jorrocks's lair. (Jorrocks was in church with his family, so there was no likelihood of restorative ginger cordial being offered, or conversation being threatened.) "Would you be recovered enough to want to join Billy and me in the Sling Room after lunch?" The lethargy seemed suddenly to disappear. I turned to Sebastian. "You'll get four of us giving you the works later - would you like me to invite Rivers to join us?" Sebastian's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?" Dodo groaned, "what did I say to Jack yesterday?" I sent the two of them off to find Rivers. "Now that I've got the two of you," said Sebastian when they'd gone, "I want to thank you so much. When I was here a month ago Dodo and Rivers fucked me, and I was as high as a kite on the size of Dodo and Rivers. You had Jack in your bed that time. Well, last night was something special. Jack's isn't as big as Dodo's, although it's not far short, but a 9-incher on as boy his age is - well, it's not something you forget. Bottoms like me are very fussy about whose cock gets into the top 10, but those two are certainly in there, and I've had a good few who don't come anywhere close." I wondered how many people had fucked a bottom like him, and decided I couldn't really ask. The main thing seemed to be that repeat visits from Sebastian would be guaranteed. His Lordship and four of his staff would be happy, as would the delightful - and plentifully spunk-filled - Sebastian. Rivers, on being approached, had said that he would be honoured to be invited to partake in the afternoon's entertainment. It would be particularly pleasing, he said, because, as he pointed out, there had been no demand put on his balls in any lay-by in the preceding four weeks, and that if Dodo and Jack hadn't been kind enough to help the works might have seized up altogether. It was nice to know that the three of them (four, perhaps, for no doubt Billy would have been equally keen to make sure that Rivers's equipment remained well-tuned) got it on together sometimes. Lunch was not quite as boisterous as dinner had been the night before, but a couple of beers wrought their usual restorative benefit. Billy volunteered to collect Rivers, and by the time the two of them joined the rest of us in the Sling Room they found four naked males sitting on the floor, each with a can of beer. Jack leapt up, a can in each hand. "Come on, you two, you're a round behind." Dodo dissolved into peals of laughter. "Get your round behind here, you little bugger." It was going to be that kind of afternoon. Rivers hadn't seen the sling before, and he was intrigued to see how the lucky occupant was fastened in. "You've spent a good lot on this thing," he said, looking at the seat and the straps. "And in it, too, I expect," he added. It was the term Amos always used, and I was taken aback to hear it for the first time well over 150 years later. He turned to me. "How do you want to play this, Dab?" I explained that Sebastian's sole desire was to be fucked by as many of us as possible. Rivers turned to Sebastian. "Is that it? We just fuck you?" Sebastian took a pull of his beer. "As Dab and the others know, I'm a 100% bottom. I need cock in me - my arse or my mouth. I don't fuck - or put it this way: I haven't fucked anyone yet. If you see that as a challenge, good luck! When I'm up in that thing I want to be pissed on by whoever's available. Is that enough for you to go on?" "How would you like it then, Sebastian?" I asked, "youngest first or smallest first?" I was aware that Jack's position in the two possibilities would be very different. Sebastian didn't waste a second. "Neither. If you're asking me to choose, then Rivers first, then you, Dab, Billy, Dodo and Jack last. I want a nice build-up. You know I love being pissfucked, but I don't insist on it." That smile was back with a vengeance. "OK," said Rivers, "but I don't need to piss, so get ready for an old fashioned plain vanilla fuck, Sebastian." ***** An hour later the floor was awash. Billy had mopped up, but it would need a proper clean after we'd finished. At least there was no more piss expected. Rivers had been asked to perform hard and quickly, and had managed to keep going for a good 10 minutes before he finally unloaded. Sebastian had been hosed down by Jack, and much of the hosing had been taken internally. When Dodo saw that poor Sebastian might still be in danger if overheating he stepped up and took over from his brother. Billy and I had our arms round each other, watching almost proprietorially. "The children are a delight to watch," I whispered. "Can you really call them children with cocks that big, Dab?" That was when Rivers delivered and I was on parade. Sebastian had made it clear that he wanted uninterrupted penetration, so only a few seconds elapsed between Rivers slipping out and me pushing in. "Piss time," I said. I heard Rivers tell Billy that he was going. "I'll leave things to you young ones," he said, getting into the shower, "we leave at 6, Dab, remember." I lasted 15 minutes. Billy lasted a bit less. Sebastian came as Billy did, to the great delight of both of them. Dodo was in immediately and gave Sebastian a fierce pounding, coming noisily after only a few minutes. "Right, Jack," I said, "you're the cream on his cookie, give him the works." Jack, well aware of his bill-topping position, took his time. He rubbed his cock head over Sebastian's engorged arse lips, spunk leaking copiously from within. "I think you're going to love this," he murmured, "now you're nice and wide open in this sling you're about to be fucked deeper than you've ever been fucked by a 13-year-old, Sebastian, and you're going to get hard every time you think if it." "Wait," I said. "Sebastian, you said you loved being fisted and we agreed that Jack's hands might be small enough." Jack paused, uncertain of what he was expected to do. I explained quickly and his eyes widened. "He wants my hand in there?" I nodded and Sebastian gave further encouragement. "I do, Jack. Just do exactly what Dab tells you." Instruction was given, and dodo took a keen interest. "It's just fingering only with more fingers," he said. I explained about making a wedge and how the knuckles, being the widest part, were the riskiest to get in, while giving the deepest sensation on the prostate once they got that far. "Too much information," said Jack, "just show me each step slowly." Three fingers went in - there was nothing new about that. A fourth was readily accommodated. "Now let me grease your hand," and I sloshed lube generously all over it. I showed Jack how to make a fist and he tentatively poked it in. "Pause when your knuckles are just about to push in and let him give you the go-ahead," I said. Jack did as he was told. "OK," said Sebastian softly, "now push in, Jack. Don't stop, just keep going." To his surprise Jack's hand plopped in easily. "Wow!" he said, "that's so weird." "Weird to you, but very hot to Sebastian - look at his face." It was, as always, wreathed in smiles. "Now fuck me with your fist." Jack would become a skilled fister, but he would never forget that first time. He got his fist in well past his wrist and I showed him how to rotate his knuckles over Sebastian's prostate, evidence of the success of which flew from Sebastian's cock immediately. "Did I do that?" he said in surprise. "You did, Jack, but that's enough fisting for now. Fist out, cock in. Fill him up." Slowly Jack leant forward, his cock inching its way into a well-fucked and cum-filled arse. Each inch he pushed in pushed another stream of spunk out, spunk which trickled down Sebastian's arse crack into a growing pool on the sling's seat. Dodo couldn't stand the sight of so much still-warm cum just lying there: he reached forward and scooped up a handful from by Sebastian's arse. I expected him to lick it from his hands, but instead he came over to Billy and me. "Here's a present," he said, "it's to say thank you to both of you." "What for?" said Billy. "I don't know, just being kind and taking us in." The present was a hand on each of our cocks - a hand generously anointing our cocks with the cum of four of us. The hand, having applied the lube, remained holding ... and started to wank us ... and on being encouraged by moans from both of us carried on. Meanwhile Jack was fully in and Sebastian was purring with delight. "Oh fuck, Jack, you're the best. Now give me the ride of my life." With regret I stopped Dodo. "Come on, the three of us must watch this. I needed a piss again, so I stood by Sebastian's head, holding out my cummy cock. "Drink?" I said. Sebastian's mouth opened and I complied. Billy and Dodo had moved on either side of Sebastian's belly where each of them slowly wanked himself. Sebastian swallowed until I'd finished, and smiled happily. "I'll come again soon," he said, "can I do it in your mouth?" It was my turn to smile. "Much more of this top behaviour and you'll be asking to fuck me next." "You never know, Dab," he muttered, "all this spunk might make a top of me yet." Jack was warming up, sweat dripping off him. "Not far," he groaned. "Pull out and do it on me," said Sebastian, then "quick, Dab, now." I was down on his cock in a flash and felt it swell as he pumped his second load into my mouth. For someone who had come less than an hour before it was a spectacular amount. I didn't stay long after his cock stopped pumping because the last thing I wanted was Jack coming in my hair, and I made it to safety in good time to see the boy pull back and aim at Sebastian's belly. While it's great to feel a cock spurting up inside you, it's better from the spectator's point of view to see it happen. Jack's 7 ebony inches had another inch of retracted pink foreskin then a final inch of deep purple cock head. We had about a second to admire the sight before a torrent of white joy poured out onto Sebastian. Jet after jet appeared - six, seven, a few lazy drips, and it was over. "Christ," whispered Jack, "I've never come that much before." ***** It was still daylight when Rivers dropped me back at school. We'd talked a lot in the Rolls. It was too early to discover whether my news about Billy had had an effect on any of the staff who hadn't known, and he promised to zip me with any developments. "I don't suppose there will be any, Dab. Your staff have known you since you were tiny, and most of them have probably worked things out for themselves." "Yes, but the Earl being queer isn't quite the same as the Earl bedding the under footman or whatever he is." "That's not important, Dab. You are you, and Billy is Billy. If you and Billy are in love then nothing else matters. Don't beat yourself up about it. What's much more interesting is the Sebastian business." "In what way? Is there a problem there?" "No, far from it. You probably didn't notice how he was with your two waifs." I didn't understand - Sebastian had been very enthusiastic about Dodo and Jack when they were fucking him. "What have I missed?" "Maybe nothing - forget it. He loved it in the sling and if all of you - us - enjoyed it then that's what it's there for," and he said no more. I was left feeling perplexed: had one of them pissed Sebastian off in some way? My return was greeted by Jock, anxious to know that all was well. I assured him that things were under control, but that a member of staff had had to be dismissed. "Was that difficult for you?" he asked. "No, it was clear he had to go, and we gave him a month's wages and a good reference. It wasn't dishonesty or anything like that, but ... let's just say he didn't fit in with the others." "That's good experience then, managing awkward situations is something you'll have to do for the rest of your life, Dab." It was a sobering thought. I'd given Sebastian my zip number, and before he left I'd asked him to come back during the holidays. I think he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be visiting until then - all of eight weeks away - but there was nothing to be done about it. Even after Rivers's comments I still hadn't seen what was coming. ***** The rest of that term was hectic. A-levels went well, and I was pretty confident I'd passed. Prendergast fussed about us all, and the Maths Master (Bell, whom you've not met because he had no sexual interest in his charges) was calmness itself. I'm not sure which approach was the more useful. After the exams were finished Bell and I had a long session planning what would come next. We agreed I would apply to Cambridge, and he said I should seek a scholarship - the exam would be in December. More work! I sought solace from Dan, readily provided as always. Our afternoons were busy and highly productive. The 9-incher had been pressed into service on many occasions by the end of the term. It was traditional for Pups to be given a present by their Trainer at the end of their Pup year, and so it was with great pleasure that on the last afternoon when Dan and I were in bed I told him that I had a present for him. "That's kind, Dab. What is it?" It's not so much what as where." "OK, where is it?" "Up your gorgeous arse. It's yours, Dan, with my deep thanks." He spluttered, and had I not had my hand strategically placed to keep it in, it would have burst forth from him. An hour later, when we'd both cum twice and spent a long time cuddling stickily, we showered together for the last time. Next term I'd have a new Pup and Dan would be a Second, no longer available to me. "I hope you find plenty of fucks among the other Seconds." He grinned. "That won't be a problem, Dab, not with a cock like mine." I kissed him. The kiss was prolonged. During the term Dunstable and Mrs Tallis had kept me informed about Estate matters and Billy and Rivers had kept me in touch with more intimate details. As far as I could see everything was sailing along nicely without me. Billy's training hadn't been the subject of zips from anyone, so presumably there were no concerns there. Sebastian had zipped me a week before the end of term. Would I be able to come into the shop when I got home? I zipped back agreeing, wondering what was up. Perhaps there was to be a sale of interesting new things for the discerning queer. Time would tell. The coming year - my fifth at school - would see a lot of things resolved. Would I pass my A-levels? Would I get a Cambridge scholarship? Would I be lucky and find a sexy new Pup? What did Sebastian want? =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 32 as Sebastian makes an unexpected declaration. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================