Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2020 17:06:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: "steve14b@yahoo.co.uk" <steve14b@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The DVD Tales - 34

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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. Although based on some real characters, it is
an extension of my imagination.

Remember that as you hopefully jack hard to it!

Essex (March 2020)

THE DVD TALES - 34

"Tony was grunting and fisting his cock and then before him was Mark and
Tom, both with their eyes on his as they opened their mouths to receive his
seed. Tony bust the first shot over his bitch's head before the two boys
quickly slide their mouths alongside his cock and took the next three
cumshots over their faces and pushed out tongues. Tony let go of his cock
as Mark was the first to slide his mouth over the still pumping cock and
sucked hard. As he pulled back and started to swallow his master's seed he
watched as a whimpering Tom licked the sensitive cockhead and pushed down
to suck his master's balls."

Mark looked up and time stood still: he was naked and sweating on Tony's
bed, his cock limp and flecks of his own cum on the sheet under him. His
mouth had some of Tony's jizz on it so he licked around his lips still
looking up at his master. Tony looked down at his bitch and Mark. They were
both flushed, Mark's face from the exertions of his fucking and his bitch's
face flushed from the hard work she was now putting in to clean his cock
and balls. He put a hand on each of their heads, watching the bitch slid
its mouth over his now sensitive cockhead to clean the final pulse of jizz
from it. They were both now in his zone and Tony now knew it was time to
make the next stage of their education happen.

When Mark got home that night he was unsettled. His body ached, his hole
was still a little gaping and he felt tired from sucking, riding and giving
cock to Tony's bitch. He showered and fingered his puffy hole: out of the
shower he bent slightly forward over a small mirror he placed on the floor
and looked at the tattoo on the inside of his asscheeks, the one telling
anyone who got that close that he, Mark, soon to be 16, was a black-cock
taker. He examined his body, the small bruises on his ass, the tiny scrapes
on his skin from the rough handling of the black master at the end of his
shoot. But as he looked at himself there was a slight sense of pride. He
was starting to develop a real six-pack now and his chest muscles were
filling slowly out. Nowhere near what he eventually wanted but he was
firming up and his tight teen body was ready for anything they could throw
at him now.

It was Leo that Stoop called first. "Just pass on the message to that bitch
Marky boy and make sure you both are ready and on time on Saturday." Stoop
hung up as Leo looked down the corridor at school and wondered if Mark was
in class or the toilets. He was excited by what Stoop had told him but
totally unsure about what would really happen. If he wanted to stop it all
he could, or he thought he could, but with more than £225 in cash under
his mattress there were other considerations. There was also his own
growing feeling that no matter how much it hurt and it really hurt with
some of the guys, he was seemingly always thinking about cock; not just all
cock but black cock, thick, heavy, ready to fire and in his hands. The
thick meat, black and veined, the shaft ranging from light skin dark to
almost coal-black, the head poking out of the foreskin pink and wet. Leo
looked down and felt the erection in his pants harden. He needed to make it
to the next class. He needed to talk to Mark and give him the instructions
for Saturday. He needed to be fucked by a black cock!

They arrived together in a taxi Mark paid for with cash and just before six
that Saturday evening. The taxi ride to Pimlico in West London took just
over 45 minutes and yet not one word passed between them during the
ride. All that needed to be said had been discussed after school as Leo
walked home with Mark. Strangely they were not told what to wear but both
boys put on the white jockstraps and vests they were originally given by
Stoop. Mark's seemed small now and even Leo's was straining to hold his 14
year old cock as he really thought he had gained an extra inch in the past
two months in length if not thickness. Even his balls seemed bigger and now
required more shaving and creaming to keep them babysmooth.

The address was a tower block, not a large one, just seven floors it seemed
to Mark and when they walked into the lobby there was a small desk with a
older man with a uniform behind it. Mark was unsure what to say: if this
was really the place, did this security man know what was happening and who
he and Leo were visiting? Before they had a chance to say anything a tall
white guy in is early 20s walked around the corner of the lobby, said
something to the guard who smiled and nodded, then motioned for Leo and
Mark to follow him. He said nothing but showed them into a lift and as the
door closed the man used a key to turn on a green light and then used a
keypad to punch in a four digit code and then they started up to the
penthouse as they were later to be told it was. "Private lift," said the
man and smiled at Mark.

He was a fit man that much was obvious to both boys. He seemed muscled bu
not overly so, just enough to stretch out the white teeshirt he wore and
the jeans showed a significant bulge that Leo admired. When the lift
arrived at the penthouse it opened directly into a lobby and as soon as
they stepped out there was the sound of low trance music that seemed to be
drifting throughout the place. They followed the young man and admired the
way he walked, his back straight and his ass seemed small but oddly
powerful in his jeans. Mark felt a slight stirring in his cock and then
they walked into the bedroom.

The three other boys who stood in the bedroom were already stripped naked
and turned to look at Leo and Mark. "Get stripped and there'll be someone
in here to tell you what you are going to do," said the man and walked
out. The other boys seemed nervous and just stared at Leo and Mark. One was
white and small, maybe 5'5" and thin; the second boy was Latino or Middle
Easteren, Mark couldn't tell but he was certainly older, maybe 16 and
dressed now in just a black jockstrap. He had a muscled body and dark
nipples that were prominent and Leo was staring at him fascinated and
almost attracted to him just as he stood. The third boy was black, maybe 14
or older, it was hard to tell. He wore a white jock and a pair of large
bright diamond earrings. Just as he stared to peel off his shirt the door
opened and in walked Stoop.

There was silence as Stoop walked to a small table and opened the
drawer. He pulled out what looked like straps until one of the boys noticed
it was a set of black leather collars, around 1.5 inches wide and with
names in silver capital letters on each one: Mark, Leo, Rashun, Toby and
Ibran. Mark guessed Rashun was the black kid as he was handed his collar
and reluctantly started to fit it around his throat. There was a large
floor standing mirror and the boys used it to adjust their collars. It took
Stoop just five minutes to explain in a firm way what was expected of them
individually in the next few hours. Leo looked a little despondent, the
white young Toby almost shocked but both Mark and Rashun seemed the most
relaxed about what Stoop told them was going to happen. "Get ready bitches
cos this show is about to start!" said Stoop.

The living room covered the whole of the top floor of what looked like a
loft conversion. There were three large sofas set around a coffee table
that looked big enough to park a car on it. In the centre of the table was
a large glass bowl big enough to hold a dozen large oranges or even six
watermelons. But it was the men sitting around the table on the sofas that
held the keys to the next three hours. What they held in their hands was
the key to their evening's pleasure, but it wasn't a key, it was a set of
casino chips, each marked from number one to number nine: what they used
them for would be the key to their pleasure from the moment the boys they
had been promised walked in. They had not seen the boys and knew nothing
about them. But they knew the score and had handed over the £200
requested without complaint, even the younger ones. It was a special event
for them. Not one of them worried about how the boys they were about to
meet would feel.

The nine men ranged in age from 19 to 47: six were black, two white and one
mixed race. They were all fit to a certain degree, the youngest tall, lean
and on his first visit, the oldest a veteran of the scene and a man who
knew what he wanted and would take no excuses from anyone. The trance music
was low enough for them to talk. The smell was weed, heavy and sweet
drifting around the loft and there were beers and shorts glasses arranged
on the floor in front and beside the sofas. All of them were stripped to
the waist and apart from the youngest and two of the black guys in their
late 20s and early 30s, they were all wearing some sort of underwear, even
though the excitement meant they were almost ready to pull off jocks and
thongs. The youngest was semi-hard and with his legs under him as he sat on
the sofa he was slowly jacking his cock. For a 19 year old it was
impressive and already a drop of precum was ready to drip from the head.

As the music continued there was movement from the doorway and as Toby
walked nervously into the main room the lights seemed to dim a little and a
small light high above the giant coffee table came on. The boy was nervous
and looked down as Stoop followed in behind him and stopped as the boy
neared the table. He looked up, sweat already on his face and looked at
Stoop before climbing onto the table as instructed. A couple of the men
bent forward for a closer look as Toby (his name proudly standing out in
bright silver letters on his collar) knelt on the table facing the middle
sofa with the other two on either side of him. He widened his knees as
Stoop has told him and then placed both hands behind his head, fingers
interlaced and elbows wide. His jockstrap was tight enough to bulge and one
of the white guys grinned in the half light as he looked at the boy's clean
pits.

"Gentlemen," said Stoop from behind them where he remained and continued,
"this is Toby. He's 14 and one month. He loves anal and is skilled in
rimming." That brought a sly smile from one of the older black guys who
bent forward now no more than half a metre from the boy. "He likes to be
spanked hard when fucked and loves a top that talks dirty." This brought a
cold flush down Toby's body and he looked to the right as a small chip
seemed to fly through the air and tinkle to a stop in the glass bowl in
front of him. It was one of the white guys but he couldn't see who
exactly. Suddenly another chip rattled into the bowl and it came from a
wide black man who to Toby looked really old (he was actually 37) directly
in front of him. When that second chip hit the bowl Toby climbed off the
table and eyes followed him as he trotted round the back of the sofas and
back into the bedroom. "Now gentleman, our second exhibit. This is Leo!"



To be continued ....



REMEMBER - this is a fantasy story, but I hope you enjoy it.

Always pleased to get comments and ideas for scenes from readers.

I would love to see "The DVD Tales" illustrated!

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