Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2021 11:10:49 +0000 From: Trev1949 Subject: Lloyd's New Squeeze-6 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay - Interracial: M+/t+ oral anal - - - - - Lloyd's New Squeeze 6 When Leon entered the sling-room, I gave him a warm and welcoming smile. I did think, for a fleeting moment, that he and his friends were going to keep me naked and restrained in the sling-room for months on end. I kinda liked the idea of being their white slave, but deep down, I was terrified. Thankfully, Leon was smiling and holding up the keys that would release me from the sling. "Thanks for visiting Arsebreak Hotel, Trevor," he said. "Hutch was hoping to keep you here, on tap, for a few months, but I said your parents wouldn't like that." "Too right," I said. "But thank Hutch for the offer." "What about a regular booking, on a daily basis?" he asked. "I could run you back and forth in the van, with my cap over your cock, and you could spend three or four hours in the sling, entertaining the troops." "That sounds like a good idea," I said, "but Lloyd won't like it. He and the others like to see my bare arse in the warehouse on a daily basis." "What about John and the other boys? Surely they could cover your warehouse visits from time to time." "I could go sick, with the bends," I joked. "Or something like a summer cold." "Let's try that for the next few days. I'll tell Hutch." ~ ~ ~ I really liked Leon playing with my cock, under his cap, as we travelled to Arsebreak Hotel. However, my cock was far too sore to touch when we left the place in the afternoon. In fact, my whole body was in need of another hot bath when Leon dropped me off in Westmoor Road. I visited the sling-room three more times, and was fucked dozens of times by burly black men. I then took the weekend off to repair my battered and bruised arsehole, and that's when John turned up to tell me Lloyd had heard a rumour. "Have you been playing away from home, Trev?" he asked. "There's talk of a white van, the same white van little Steve got into last year." "White van?" I replied. "What white van?" "The one the poachers use," he said. "Little Steve was carried off and fucked by several black men. Of course, he liked it, so he didn't tell Lloyd for weeks. Lloyd was not a happy bunny when he heard about the poachers, but still he didn't punish Steve. The poachers had tricked Steve into thinking that they were Lloyd's friends. When Steve found out that he had been tricked, he decided to keep quiet and go with the flow." "White van? Poachers? Fucked by several black men! That sounds like fun. I can see why little Steve decided to keep quiet and go with the flow." "Don't joke, Trev!" John snapped. "Lloyd can do you a lot of damage, if he wants to. So, it's best to fess up now. Just say that you were tricked by the poachers." "I don't know what you're talking about, John." "You've been seen in the van, liar," John said. "With a cap over your cock." I gulped. The words "cap over your cock" proved my guilt. My face went bright red as I smiled at John. "They're going to whip your arse, stupid," John said. "And then hurt you some more." "Nah, my sexy arse will save the day. Lloyd isn't going to kill the golden goose." "Don't bet on it, Trev," John said. "They can still whip your arse and fuck your brains out later." And that's exactly what they did a few days later. ~ ~ ~ "Stay away from me, Leon," I snapped. "My arse is now a war zone, thanks to you." "Let me see," he said. "Is it nice and red?" "Fuck off, arse-wipe! I don't want to see you again." "But you do want to see those sexy photographs again? The ones showing you being fucked in the sling by burly black men. By the way, who do I send them to?" I looked at Leon in disbelief. The photographs would destroy me if they ever fell into the wrong hands. "Mother? Father? Headmaster?" he queried. "Okay, you win." "Good," he said. "The van's over there, so get in the back and show me your red arse." ~ ~ ~ Lloyd told Kevin and John to keep a close eye on me when he wasn't around; and Leon waited for things to quieten down before he picked me up again. "Arsebreak Hotel is still open for business, Trevor," Leon said. "Or we could visit the record shop. The place is now open." "It's still too soon, Leon," I said. "They are watching me like hawks, and they know all about the white van." "So, give Lloyd the elbow," he said. "The Arsebreakers have an abundance of black cock, and some of your fans are pretty handy with their fists." "Fans!" I said. "So, I have fans then." "Dozens of them. Just look in a mirror and see what they see when you bend over for them. Your arse is a cock magnet, and I'm one of your devoted admirers." My face went bright red as Leon used his fingers to imitate a tight arse-fuck. I then squeezed my cock and smiled. "Lloyd's got nude photographs of me as well," I said, "so he could use them to blackmail me." "True," he said. "So negotiate a deal. We have several boys in our stable that could be swapped for you and your friends on a weekly basis. Lloyd isn't going to turn down the chance to fuck new blood in the warehouse. Run it past him and see what he says." "Okay, I will," I said. We got out of Dee's car and walked over to the record shop - the place only sold Blues and Soul records after the refit. The stockroom was still there, behind the counter, but the curtained-off doorway had now been replaced by a solid wooden door. "Hello, Trevor," Dee said. "These two customers have been waiting for you to show them around the new stockroom. Take them through and close the door behind you." The two black customers were quick to follow me into the stockroom. Within minutes, I was stark-bollock-naked and bending over the table. "What a cute arse you have there, boy," said the tall, wafer-thin man. "Spread those legs and show me your tunnel of love." "He looks real fit, Viv," said the bald-headed man. "Lift your head up, boy, and show me your open mouth." I held onto the table as the two men stripped off and double fucked me. Clyde filled my mouth with his eight-inch cock and Viv filled my "tunnel of love" with his rock-hard stem. "Hold on tight, boy." Viv said. "I'm gonna fuck your arsehole for a mighty long time." "And I'm gonna fuck your mouth," Clyde barked. "So loosen up and get ready to swallow some hot seed." ~ ~ ~ Dee and Leon were gutted, they looked at the open back door and swore in unison. "They've nabbed Trevor," Dee said, "so we won't be seeing him again. Fuck it!" "You said they were tip-top customers," Leon said. "Recommended by Hutch." "No! They said they knew Hutch, and had seen Trevor at the Arsebreak Hotel." "So, the Arsebreak poachers have been out-poached by poachers," Leon said. "Don't tell Hutch. We'll never hear the end of it." "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dee barked. "I bet Lloyd has something to do with this. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Leon roared. Meanwhile, I was bouncing around in the back of a box van. I was still naked, but rolled up in a carpet. The two men had fucked me for a mighty long time. I was then gagged and marched out of the back door and into the box van. Clyde pushed me down, onto a carpet square, and rolled me up. "This is some sort of roleplay kidnapping," I thought to myself. "Clyde and Viv are not doing this for real." The drive to the shipping container took several hours. "Squeeze up, boys," Clyde said to the ten rolls of carpet on the metal floor. "We'll be moving off soon." "Once we're at sea," Viv said, "we'll unwrap you, one by one, and chain you up. You'll then be fed and watered, and shaved all over." "The trip will take a week or so," Clyde said. "So don't try to escape. You don't want to be thrown overboard by your new owners."