Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 15:24:22 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Parker <steve14b@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The DVD Tales -10

This is a `real' story and that means there are no men with cocks the size
of an elephant's trunk and balls as big as eggs! That is fantasy. This is
`real' in the sense that this sort of thing does happen and although a work
of fiction, it is `real' enough to be enjoyed -- real people, real sexual
organs and real situations.

If you want to mail me (and please do) then check the end of this chapter
for further information.

By the way -- although based on some real characters, it is an extension
of my imagination. Remember that as you hopefully jack hard to it!  Essex
(2008)


THE DVD TALES - 10


Mark lay in silence for a few minutes after the hung latino left the room and he felt the throbbing on his asscheeks where the older teen had spanked him hard. He felt his cum cooling under him on the sheets and also felt exhausted. Before he could lift himself from bed he dropped into a deep sleep.

He woke with Joe standing by the bed shaking his shoulder.
"There's a cab waiting downstairs for you. You need to get dressed." It took Mark less than five minutes to find his clothes, use the toilet and then follow Joe down the stairs. The house seemed deserted and quiet and Mark asked Joe where everyone was.
"They've all gone to Moonstone." Mark looked puzzled as he reached the door and checked his watch – it was just after 10pm.
"It's a gay club in London they use. Lots of younger guys and older men. It's hot, you'll like it." Mark was about to open the door when Joe handed him a piece of paper. "You got to be at this place at 10 on Saturday morning. Tony wants you to see this guy."
"Who is he?"
"He sorts out Tony's boys, don't worry, there won't be any more tattoos!"

The next few days went slowly for Mark. He slept long into the next day and his parents were asking questions about his friends and why he broke his curfew time. He sheepishly apologised and kissed his mother and his dad scowled. At least he later thought, they didn't ground him. He checked his body in the bathroom mirror and there were a few red marks on his hips where hands had squeezed as he was fucked. He wanted to jack off and was about to when his mobile rang. It was Tony! Mark said nothing as Tony told him he was `his' and part of his stable and then told him that he had passed his initiation tests – but only just.
"You'll have the chance to prove worthy of me next week bitch. You will be at my place at nine on Saturday week and you'll be as we want you when you have finished at the address I gave Joe to give to you. Don't be late boy!" He hung up and Mark walked back to his bedroom, his cock now more than half erect and a tingling running through his teenage body. From the moment he wanted to get involved with the gay scene he was hooked. But what worried him was how fast it was all going. That night he wanted to jack off, but there was something in the back of his mind telling him that it was not something Tony would allow. Then he realised he was Tony's bitch and there was nothing he could do about it!

Saturday was wet and cool and Mark made it to the address a little late. It was at the back of a row of shops off the High Street and when he walked in a figure stepped behind him and locked the door. Mark turned to face him and saw he was a man about 40 wearing a teeshirt and jeans and a physique that suggested he was a bodybuilder. He pointed the way forward and pushed Mark in the back. Mark walked into the main room and saw it was like a sports changing room with shower and leather massage table in the middle.
"Strip!" said the man and there was something in his manner that made the boy do so as quickly as he could. He was left standing near the table as the man wandered round the room and collected a few things. "Don't worry boy, there's nothing that will hurt you!" He laughed as he said it and then motioned for Mark to climb onto the table and lay on his back. "Tony wants you ringed and smooth boy for his party." Mark looked up and tried to sit up, but the man pushed him back down and said, "Put your hands at your side boy!" As he obeyed the man reached over and cuffed both his wrists into soft leather cuffs attached to the table. "The boss wants you ringed and smoother than you are now."
"But I'm not hairy at all and ..." The man cut off his words as he pressed a soft black ball gag into his mouth and fixed it tight to the back of his head. From then on all the boy could do was watch.

The man wore surgical gloves and pulled a trolley closer to the table as he began work. He knew the way Tony liked his boys and he was one of the few men he knew willing to work for the powerful black boss. He started by running his hands across the boy's chest and tweaked his nipples and checked how high they stood and Mark realised with fear what was about to happen. He moaned through the ballgag as he had done the days before when he was fucked, but the man was ignoring him. He knew he was to be given nipple rings, but how could he have them when he had to go to school. The man knew why the teen was struggling but was unconcerned with his protestations.

Firstly he covered his hands in a silky oil and proceeded to rub the oil into every part of the boy's body. He paid particular attention to the boy's cock and balls and lingered a few seconds longer than normal as he admired the tattoo near his ass and fingered the boy's tight hole. He thought he was already smooth, but he knew Tony wanted every part of him even smoother. As he rubbed and smoothed the special oil over the boy's torso, he was amused at how the kid's cock started to harden and his face flushed and then blushed. When the oil ran over his nipples they hardened and stood out and the man realised it would be easier to put in rings than he first thought. The 14 year old he had ringed for Tony the year before was hard to do as his nipples were not developed enough, but this boy was different. He started with an open razor that made Mark's eyes widen when he opened it up. Over the next 20 minutes the man skilfully shaved every single part of the teen's body. His arms, legs and neck were shaved and Mark felt the hard blade expertly slide over his skin without a single nick or scratch. He felt the cooler breeze as the oil cooled and the minute amounts of hair on his 15 year old body disappear. The man held his balls and stretched them as he shaved his cock and balls for the third time. When he finished he applied a thick and foul smelling cream to his genitals and his feet.
"Boss wants every part of you smooth boy. This cream will remove all hair and roots and you will be smoother than silk!" Mark groaned when he heard the words `roots' and `smooth' and laid back and waited for the painful part of the operation.

He was left alone as the man went for a coffee and when he returned he poured warm water over his cock and balls and using a flannel, cleaned and cleared every part of the cream from his body. The man smiled at Mark as he held the boy's balls in his hands. "That's the smoothest I can remember boy. Tony is going to love you!" He proceeded to smooth the boy's tight stomach and chest and then reached under the table and pulled out two bright gold nipple rings and a large needle. Mark shuddered and watched in horror as the man applied antiseptic gel to his nipples and then the needle. He shut his eyes and bit into the rubber gag as the man slid the needle through one nipple and then the other. He figured that by ignoring the action with his eyes shut it would all end sooner. The pain was brief, but enough to make him open his eyes for a second and watch the man expertly fitting the second ring to his left nipple. He swabbed the nipples with stinging liquid and then reached under Mark's knees and pulled them back toward his head. Before he could twist his head, Mark heard a noise behind him and a second figure, a boy about 18 or 20 appeared at his head.
"Fix his ankles back and pass me the chain and stuff," said the man and then bent down under the table. The boy fixed Mark's legs to fixed posts that he raised from under the table and then stepped back to get the chain the man mentioned. Mark was now in a familiar position with his mouth gagged, arms fixed to the table and ass open and visible as his legs were pulled wide and back towards his head.

The man stood up and peered closely at Mark's hole. "Might do another shave there Lee," he said to the older boy, "this ass is so cute it will benefit from being even smoother than smooth!" They both laughed as the man applied oil and then for the fourth time shaved the boy's hole and asscheeks. Mark's eyes widened a little more when the boy passed the man a small chain – about 4 inches long and with small rings at each end. Suddenly it became clear what was going to happen as the man held up a shiny gold cockring, about an inch and half in diameter and about as thick as a pencil. He fitted the gold ring over the boy's cock and balls and twisted it round to make sure it was not so tight as to cause him any pain. "Bit of play there boy, so that'll do nicely." He then clipped one of the smaller rings to the bottom of the cockring under his smooth balls and using a pair of small pliers, pressed the ring tight and sealed it. Mark felt the thin silver chain, cold and hard lying under his ass. What the man next held in his hand caused Mark to squirm again. It was a small gold buttplug, no more than three inches long and of average thickness – thicker than his own cock, but not quite as thick as the cock on the latino thug who had last fucked him. He watched as the man attached the end of the buttplug to the other end of the chain using the pliers and then used a small amount of lube to rub over the plug. He pressed it into the boy's ass and then it popped in with a wince from the teen and his tight asslips closed over keeping it in place. He now had a thick gold cockring and buttplug attached to each other and he felt full.

They released his legs and untied Mark and helped him off the bed. The older teen pointed to the shower in the corner of the room and pushed the naked boy towards it. Mark felt the plug tight in his ass and the chain was not quite tight, but had a little bit of give and hung about half an inch under his ass as he walked slowly to the shower. He felt the warm water and soaped of the oil. His skin felt so smooth and sexy even to his own touch, but he wondered how he was going to hide the nipple rings when he was at school. He realised with some concern that the cockring and plu would make his cock semi-erect all the time! This was becoming harder the deeper he got into this scene. He knew he was on a one way course and couldn't do anything to stop himself from getting even deeper. His nipples ached and felt sore and although there was pain, he couldn't help but admire the gold rings and how sexy they made him look. When he towelled off and went back into the room it was only the man he saw.
"Take this cream and apply it for three days to the rings and keep them clean. They are solid so you can't take them out," those words made Mark feel uneasy, "and the buttplug can be removed when you need to. But you will find the chain tough and the rings solid so the chain and plug won't be removed without cutting equipment. Get used to it boy. Sleep with it in and it will prepare your hole for what Tony has planned for it." He smirked when he said that and then handed the boy his clothes. "Take a tip from me Mark," he seemed surprised the man knew his name and took his pants from him, "make sure you work hard to please Tony and the guys who fuck you. You can make good cash and you'll love it." That night in bed with the plug removed and admired in his mirror and then reluctantly replaced without realising why he was doing it, Mark fell asleep with an erection and wondering what the following week held for him.

The week that followed eased for Mark as he became more used to the plug and the nipple rings bedded in. He noticed they were noticeable when he wore a thin teeshirt, but otherwise they were hidden. He wanted to call and see Max again, but his calls were not answered and he wondered if he was away with work. There were two days to go before the event at Tony's house when he got a call on his mobile from the older teen called Joe. Mark had liked the boy when they met and he was helpful to him and looked after him when he was fucked three times that night in Tony's house. The call was routine and Joe told him what time to be there and what to wear – but when Mark asked what would happen, the older teen simply told him not to be late. As he flipped off his mobile Mark realised his cock was hard and his ass was flexing around the thick gold buttplug.

Life throws up many obstacles, but this weekend thought Mark, someone had thrown me a lifeline. His parents told him they were going to see his uncle in Newcastle for the weekend and did he want to come with them or stay home alone? He smiled wider and wider as they waved and drove away that Saturday morning. He went shopping that afternoon and met up with two friends who seemed oblivious about his sexual life and never saw through his clothes to see the buttplug and gold nipple rings the 15 year old now sported. When he got home it was just before 5.00 and as Joe had instructed him, he showered and used one of his dad's safety razors to shave his pits and crotch area again. Not that any hairs were there, but Joe told him to make sure he was ultra smooth today. Before he dressed he adjusted the plug – something that felt second nature and good to him now – and then walked into his bedroom. On the bed were the things Joe had told him to wear. He had used the £50 from Tony to buy some of them and now he was about to wear them for the first time.

The small white jockstrap with the thick waistband looked good and he adjusted the straps and admired his open ass in the mirror. The gold chain was all that was visible from the rear as Mark's tight cheeks were hiding the end of the chain attached to the plug. Next he put on a white vest and white socks and then his jeans, London style with the red loop and open top button and finally the dark blue open front hoodie he really liked. He put the thick collar with the silver studs in his pocket as he would put that on just before he reached Tony's house. The journey to Wimbledon was slow and gave the boy time to think what would happen that night. The plug was hard and he felt it in his ass as the bus bumped along. When he was about 100 metres from the door of Tony's house he put on the collar and looked around to make sure nobody was seeing him do it. When he rang the doorbell he was nervous and it took about 30 seconds before it flew open and Tony was standing in the doorway with a broad grin on his face. Mark didn't say a word as he stepped into the hallway and then felt Tony clip a long silver lead onto the back of the collar and pull him towards a door at the bottom of the stairs.
"Joe!" called out Tony and then looked at Mark. "Better show us tonight you can do the things we want bitch, or it's out on your ear for you!" Then as he pulled the boy's face closer to his with the chain, Joe appeared and dropped to his knees, head bent, legs wide part and hands behind his back. "Take this bitch to the room and prepare him!" said Tony and dropped the chain across Joe's bent back. As the black man walked away, Joe stood up, smiled at Mark and led him silently to the door and into the room.

There was a very wide bed, probably a platform specially made thought Mark, in the centre of the room with curtains on the walls and lights on a boom above the bed. But what caught Mark's attention was the most striking aspect of the scene. Across the bed, about 36 inches or so above the mattress, were two wooden poles about three inches in diameter and parallel to each other, about 24 inches apart. They were very long and fixed to either side of the room by steel bolts. Mark looked at Joe who said,
"This isn't going to be easy. Do as they tell you and really, and I mean really, put out for these guys. They own you ass and you must please them today to remain part of Tony's stable." Mark didn't know what to say and stood awkwardly as Joe took off the leash and told him to strip, "but leave the jock on and pull back the vest so it goes over your head and remains around your shoulders." Mark stripped off and stood waiting for Joe. "Socks off," he said and then bent down to run his fingers over his lower legs and feet. "It was PJ who complained to Tony about you having little hairs everywhere. So that's why Tony sent you to be smoothed. Now climb onto the bed and stand between the poles." It took most of the 10 minutes Joe took to get things right before Mark realised what was happening and what was planned for him. His wrists were cuffed to the rear bar and he was told to hold onto the pole to ease any pressure on his arms and his ankles were attached similarly to the front one about the same four feet apart. Then Joe stepped off the bed and walked to a small box on the wall and Mark heard the whirring before he felt the poles judder slightly and then move apart. He watched the poles move and then realised the one with his legs was moving a few inches up as well as away from his hands, while the rear one was lowering about six inches. Mark was now suspended between the two bars – the bars were about three feet apart and in this position his ass was now up and exposed. Before he could ask Joe a question, the door opened and Joe instinctively dropped to his knees and bowed his head, hands behind his back. In walked PJ, naked and with a semi-erect cock that looked already oiled and threatening. He had a sly, thin grin on his face and was holding a wooden paddle, some 10 inches long and six inches wide in his right hand. But as he moved towards the bed, it was the man who walked in behind him that grabbed Mark's attention. He was white, about 35 or older, wider than any man Mark had ever seen with tattoos across his powerful and well developed chest, a buzzed haircut and wearing a pair of blue briefs that looked like a small animal was moving around in at the front. Mark's eyes widened as PJ stepped closer to his upturned ass.

To be continued ... ?

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