Date: Sun, 05 Feb 2023 23:35:47 +0000 From: Sheen Mattendi Subject: the cost of renting free vhs tapes - chapter 10 Hi, this is adult/youth This is a work of fiction loosely based on experiences and fantasies I had as a kid in Holland. It involves graphic sex between older men and a teenage boy, if that's not your cup of tea I'd advise you to stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy and please do email me with feedback on sheen.mattendi@proton.me Chapter 10 My legs were shaking as I walked down to the side kitchen where Harry said I could find the cleaning supplies. I grabbed what I thought I needed and went back to the bedroom. Harry was dressed again and he ignored me whilst I cleaned the mess. When I was done I was ordered to return the cleaning materials which I obediently did. On my way back up, Harry came down and told me to go to the kitchen. He was carrying clothes in his hands but I couldn't see what they were. He told me to sit on my knees next to the dinner table with my hands interlocked behind my head. "When I tell you to sit, this is how you'll sit. Understood?" "Yes sir" I replied staring down at the floor. He threw a small pile of clothes in front of me and told me to get dressed. The clothes were a pair of tight black hot pants and a tight top that covered less than half my stomach. They screamed slut and I felt utterly submissive in them. Harry grabbed a camera and told me to sit. I assumed the position and Harry started taking pictures from different angles. "Face on the floor and ass up!" I instantly obeyed and more snaps of the camera followed. He put me in several poses and told me he needed some marketing materials. I obeyed, scared and hard. "It's time for you to pay off your debt again. There's a bike in the garage and here's where you've got to go." He handed me an address with some directions. "Now go!" He bellowed. I quickly scrambled to my feet and went to the garage. Grabbed my flip flops from the car, found the bike and started pedaling. I knew the city well and had no trouble finding the address. I was just terrified that anyone would see me and I decided I'd say it was a dare if anyone recognized me. I arrived at a large house connected on both sides by other large houses. I got off the bike, locked it and held the key in my hand. I had no pockets. Walking up to the door my heart was in my throat again but I knew I had no choice. The bell made a classic ding dong sound and I waited. A shadow walked into the hallway and the door was opened by a very old man. He must have been in his late seventies, he wasn't very big and his look was lecherous. "Are you Dennis?" He asked. "Yes sir" I replied. "Come in, come in" and I entered the house as he closed the door behind me. "You can put your key on the cupboard there" he said and I did as I was told. "Take off your clothes Dennis." I stripped and again found myself naked in a strange man's house. A dressed man that looked like he was about to have some fun. "Mmmm good boy. Have you been properly cleaned?" "Yes sir, Harry cleaned me before I came here sir." Was my answer as I looked at the floor. "Good boy, good boy. Follow me." And he led me into the house. As I entered the living room there was another man sitting in a bath robe watching TV. "Make him hard with your mouth Dennis." The man told me and I sat on my knees in front of the bathrobed man. He was fat like Harry and I moved the flaps of the robe to the side seeing his limp dick nestled under his belly. I caressed him and started sucking him. Nothing seemed to happen at first but then I felt him grow in my mouth. I sucked and sucked until he was fully erect and I felt his hands on the back of my head guiding me. Pushing his dick rhythmically further and further inside of me. "That's a good boy Dennis, make him hard." The man behind me said as I felt his hand grab my nipple and twitch. It hurt but I just moaned with the man's dick in my mouth. He twisted again and grabbed my other nipple too as I felt him straddle my back. He sat down and started tormenting my nipples. I let out a cry of pain and both men laughed. "You need a spanking Dennis" said the man whose dick I was sucking as he roughly laid me over his lap. He started spanking me with his bare hand in rapid succession. I struggled and then heard: "where are your manners boy? Say thank you sir after every slap!" I was crying and yelping but obediently said "thank you sir" after each slap. I felt the fat man's dick stick in my thigh as they both laughed and tormented me. This went on for a long time, the other man joining in and slapping my red cheeks. My ass was on fire and I didn't know how I was going to survive this much longer. Then I heard the old man say: "You did good boy" And he they lifted me off the fat man's lap. "Your cheeks are nice and red so it's time to part them for your daddies. Put your face on the floor and your ass up!" The tears were streaming down my face as I got on all fours and lifted my ass obediently in the air. Two hands grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide apart. "Oh look at that tiny hole Carl, I think it needs to be filled." The old man said as I felt the tip of the fat man's penis being placed against my boy hole. In one deep thrust he buried himself all the way in. My back arched as I felt myself being filled up and I moaned involuntarily. He started to fuck me rhythmically, slamming harder each time. The old man, still dressed sat with his legs wide in front of me and opened his fly. He took out his dick and told me to suck him. I lifted my head and placed him in my mouth, starting to suck him to the pace of the man fucking me. The movement was mesmerizing, I stuck out my tongue trying to get the old man father and father in my throat. The fat man pulled out and said: "let's get him upstairs." So they raised me to my feet and walked me up the stairs, the fat man in front and the old man behind. They led me into an ornate bedroom with a large four poster bed. There were mirrors on the ceiling and the walls. "Lay on the bed and lift your legs." The old man commanded and I did as I was told. Looking up I saw myself in the mirror and wondered what was happening to me. The old man was getting undressed and Carl lay on top of me. He was sweaty and he kissed me. His tongue was hungry, exploring my mouth and he bit my lip. My legs still in the air my body was pinned down, I saw the old man get behind Carl as he started fucking him. This drove Carl wild with desire and he pressed into me harder, moaning as the old man fucked him. "Let him lick your asshole Carl!" He lifted his body a bit so I could turn around under him. I saw the old man's dick pump into Carl's ass and I pushed my head up to try and lick him. Then Carl started sucking me. The old man pulled out and told me to clean his dick as he thrust it into my mouth. Carl was still sucking me and I was about to cum, I couldn't stop myself. He sucked deep and I exploded in his mouth. Carl reacted surprised but didn't let go, sucking every last drop out of me. I was spent but too afraid to stop as I was sure that these men had paid for me. The horniness gone I struggled to keep going. The old man's dick was ramming down my throat as I felt Carl change positions. He lifted my legs and plunged into me. Everywhere I looked I saw this old man and fat guy using me. The mirrors taunted me trying to show me what a slut I was. Carl leaned over and started kissing the old man as they were spit roasting me and it wasn't long before I felt the old man tense up, shooting his load deep into my throat. Carl noticed and he unloaded in my ass with hot bursts. They both collapsed on top of me smothering me in their sweaty bodies. They were laughing and discussing me as if I wasn't there. "That's an obedient little slut isn't he? I think we should use him for one of our dinner parties." "Absolutely, he can service our guests as they enjoy your cooking Carl." More laughter as I lay there looking at myself in the mirror, cum on my face, covered by two older men and I wondered if they were done with me for the night?