Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2021 21:02:28 +0000 From: Jamie Smith Subject: Commands from the Unknown - chapter three Hey! Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it. I'm Jamie, a new writer on Nifty, and I'd love to hear from you with any thoughts, suggestions, comments you have on this story or anything else you want to reach out to me with. You can get me on this email or at a new twitter I've set up for my writing with pictures, videos and stuff. Let me know if you want me to continue or whether I should just give it up now. All the usual legal stuff applies: don't read this if you shouldn't be or if it may offend you. Every character is over the age of 18 and, even with the harder stuff in the possible future chapters, no real people were hurt in the writing of this story. ========================================= Email: jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter ========================================= Commands from the Unknown - Chapter Three ========================================= Sir was pleased with how well I'd done on the train with the man he had owed money to. So pleased, in fact, that he amended his original plan. You see, when he'd ordered me to strip off and to be completely naked in the middle of what had the potential to become a very public train, his intentions had been to have his friend, the conductor, kick me off at a stop somewhere along the way. Only... my clothes were still going to be making the complete journey on the train. This unknown man had wanted to strand me naked in the middle of nowhere! At least, that's what he said. In the end, because of the positive review I'd received from the conductor, he made a small concession. "You can pick one," the message said on my screen. "But Sir! I'll get arrested!" my reply came completely from a place of panic. "Pick one or you'll get none." The tone of the message was definitely final and the conductor, whose cum I was still wearing on my face, was just laughing at me the whole time. He did exactly what Sir had told me he would do and I was kicked off the train at the next stop wearing only a pair of grey joggers. Everything else, even my trainers and socks, were now in the possession of that man. I wasn't even able to wipe his cum off of me before he chucked me off. Fortunately, no-one on the platform was close enough to notice but I definitely needed to deal with that quickly. I had a plan. The station had toilets so I'd go in there and wash my face. Once I'd done that, I'd use the return ticket I bought to get the opposite train and head back home. Sure, I'd probably get some looks given that I was shirtless and barefoot but it was summer and I hoped that most people would just shrug that off as me trying to get some sun or enjoying the heat. If everything had gone according to plan, I'd be home safe and could even shower before my parents got home and demanded to know why I'd run out of church without saying anything to them. But, as the saying goes, the best laid plans of mice and men... To start with, the toilets were out of order. Not only couldn't I wash the spunk from my skin but I couldn't even get a bit of toilet roll to wipe it off. The only material that I had was my shorts and I wasn't about to take them off again only to create obvious cum stains on them when they were the only item I had to preserve my dignity and prevent me from getting arrested on the way home. I tried to find alternatives, and in the process was nearly caught by a member of the station staff, but there just were no other options. I thought about waiting until I boarded the next train and then washing it off in the onboard toilets there but an even bigger issue came to light then. Somehow, during the train journey, possibly when my joggers were laid on the floor of the carriage, things had fallen out of my pockets. In my hurry to sort out what was going to happen before getting kicked off, I'd not realised that my wallet, containing my return ticket and any money that I had, wasn't with me anymore. With my lack of ticket and money to buy another, getting on another train just wasn't a viable solution anymore. The walk home would have taken hours, probably longer with me being barefoot, and so I only really had one choice. An app on my phone connected to the local taxi service and I could pay using a pre-installed card so I didn't need any money. My only barrier was the load splattered all over my face. So... I'm not proud of what I did next. And, yes, I probably deserve the label "cum-whore" but you don't understand: there just wasn't any other way! After leaving the station and quickly moving past a few guys who gave me very odd looks, I hid myself away in a little alley. There, I crouched down and... used my hands to... manipulate the conductor's cum. It wasn't the same as taking it directly from the source but it wasn't bad just... colder. I licked it all off my fingers and swallowed down as much as I possibly could. As I did, I felt honestly disgusting, especially when I noticed the bulge trying to force its way out of the front of my joggers. Fuck... licking up this man's load was making me as hard as steel! For a moment, I was almost tempted to pull my cock out right then and there and spunk myself but the risk of being caught weighed too heavily on my mind. Still... I considered it and that's something I would never have thought of before today. After I'd cleaned up as best I could, I triggered the call for the taxi on the app. It was going to take a little bit before it arrived so I found myself somewhere secluded to wait. Now that I had time to think and actually reflect on what was happening to me, my mind went into overdrive. A week ago, I was a straight boy with a girlfriend. Sure, I had gay urges inside but I'd never acted on them. That one decision I'd made to go to those park toilets had set me on a path that now felt as if it was getting crazy. I'd ditched my girlfriend at a family dinner and then, only days later, ran out of my father's church service and all in the pursuit of cock. I mean... sure, I lo... enjoyed it but I was scared about the effect that this unknown man was having on me. But I guess I didn't have a choice: if anyone found out - Laura, my best mate Aidan, my family - my life would be over. They just wouldn't be able to accept this part of me so, for now, I'd have to keep serving, even if it meant that I ended up in situations like this: shirtless and barefoot, waiting on a rock to be picked up in a taxi. I got some strange looks from the driver when he pulled up near me. I can only imagine that there aren't many shirtless and barefoot eighteen-year-old twinks wandering around ordering taxis. But he didn't say anything, just looked me up and down a couple of times in the rear-view mirror. A few minutes into the journey, my phone buzzed in my pocket and, immediately, my cock twitched. It was becoming an involuntary response every time I got a notification, whether it was from Sir or not. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that, when I noticed the message was from Sir, I actually smiled before I opened it. I know that I should hate this man for what he is doing to me and threatening me with but I guess... I don't. Of course, I didn't know the content of the message when I smiled. "Where are you now, boy?" "Sir, I'm in a taxi," I replied, "My wallet is with the rest of my clothes so I had to get a taxi home." He sent a crying laughing face emoji: "Well, I'll be keeping that too. Consider the money a tribute to me, my little finsub." Fuck! I'd already paid for a return ticket I couldn't now use, this taxi was going to cost a fortune and now Sir was going to keep the bit of cash that I'd had on me too. That was awful! But... why was I finding myself getting turned on at the idea too? Another message interrupted my thoughts: "Tell me about your driver." I'd not really looked the guy over before getting into the back of the taxi but, from my seat, I could see enough to give a rough description. "He's a bit older - maybe late 30s - and he's chubby. His face is a bit scruffy: a beard but it's a bit unkempt. He's like... got a nice face but I'm not attracted to him, Sir." A few moments went by and then: "Pull down your joggers." Oh shit. The moment he said that, the blood rushed through my body and straight into my cock. I could feel it thickening and growing inside of the grey material. Part of me wanted to obey: my cock needed to be freed from its confines and... I guess... exposing myself to this man here would kind of turn me on. Of course, the more logical side of me won out and I messaged back begging Sir not to make me and telling him that I'd end up getting kicked out or, worse, reported. As you already know, he really wasn't that bothered and told me to "Just do it." There, in the back of the taxi, I pulled my joggers down a little, just to my thighs, and brought my rock-hard cock into the air. As Sir instructed, I started to wank, just slowly at first but the sensation of my hand gliding up and down over my cock, moving the foreskin over my sensitive head again and again, was enough to get me leaking in seconds. To stop myself from moaning, I even had to bite my lip. The driver hadn't yet noticed and I hoped to get this task finished before he caught me. As the pleasure started to build, I lay back in the seat, feeling the leather against my bare skin. My toes were wiggling and stretching as my hand moved faster on my twink cock. My eyes had started to flutter closed as I began to give in the way I was feeling: I was so... so horny. And that was when my phone buzzed. Not a message as it had before but a constant vibration - a call rather than a message. My eyes shot open and were met in the rear-view mirror by the driver's. Oh fuck! For a second, I saw his eyes widen as he saw exactly what I'd been doing in the back of his car but he didn't say anything. Noticing the call was from an unknown number, I answered. A deep and disguised voice came over the line: "Let him do whatever he wants except fuck you. You must not let him fuck you." "But Sir..." I started to say and the line went completely dead. I frantically started typing out a message to Sir but, just as I'd experienced before, the text just wouldn't go through to him. It wasn't until I looked up again that I realised the taxi was pulling over to the side of the road. "Get out," the driver said to me once the vehicle had come to a stop. "I... I'm sor..." "Get the fuck out faggot," the man growled at me. I'm not sure but, in that moment, I had a vague urge to argue back and fight my corner but... then it faded. Hearing his tone, the aggression and commanding nature of it, just triggered a different reflex in me and I pulled up my joggers and opened the door. I'd expected the car to drive off as soon as I shut the door behind me but it didn't. Instead, as I felt the head of the road against my soles, I heard the driver's door open too. Oh shit, I thought, he's coming to beat me up. This guy was a fucking tank: he'd pummel me! But, when I turned to look, the chubby taxi driver wasn't coming towards me: he was sat with his legs swung over and out of the car and was unbuckling his pants. Ok so... this guy was not my type - not at all - but Sir had told me to do whatever he wanted me to. Even then, there was a resistance that would probably have won out and I would have defied the unknown man for the first time. But then the driver pulled out his cock. Wow. It was huge, like crazy huge and I'm going to say that it wasn't just this man's body that was thick. Despite my lack of attraction to him, I actually found myself salivating a little at the sight of such a fucking monster. I was already teetering on the edge so when he commanded me to "Get on your knees and suck my cock, faggot," I completely broke. There, on the side of a country road, kneeling at this man's door, I took his beast of a dick into my mouth. As you know, I'm not very experienced and this is only my fourth cock but it stretched my lips in a way that none of the others had. I actually felt like the edges of my mouth were going to rip as he put his big hand on the back of my head and started to force me down. "Use that tongue, slut," he ordered me and I realised that, in my worries about the size, I'd not even been giving a proper blowjob! I was so embarrassed and immediately started to tease the underside of his cock with my tongue and to suck on the huge slab of meat that was already starting to fill my cheeks. This man wasted no time. Two hands surrounded my head, my small twink body so tiny compared to his huge one, and he forced me down onto his cock. I gagged so hard as it hit the back of my throat but, he didn't care. My choking, the saliva pouring down his shaft, not even the way I hit against his legs would convince him to let me up: he just kept compelling me down, impaling my throat on his thick, powerful cock. My eyes were watering, I could feel the tears on my cheeks, as a result of his abuse but my cock, now back inside of my grey joggers, had never been harder. I was being made to take the dick of a man I didn't even fancy and... it made me feel like such a slut. "MMM! FUCK!" he groaned out as more of his cock pushed into my throat. I was having difficulty breathing due to the sheer size and thickness of this monster but my struggles didn't stop him. Getting a tighter grip of my head, he began to lift me up and down, dragging me off and back onto his cock again and again. This stranger was using my mouth and throat like his own personal fleshjack: I was nothing but a warm, wet place to him and he was more than happy to tell me so. "Dirty little slut," he said to me, "Fucking cock-hungry whore! Bet you've been sucking dick all day haven't you slut?!" He was practically shouting down at me and I was vaguely aware of the sound of a couple of cars passing. Even though it wasn't busy, the shame of being used like this in public was sending me to a whole other level. I wish I could say that I hated it but my dick was actually leaking precum as his chubby taxi driver abused my throat. The man pulled my hair and forced me to look up at him. He laughed at me as our eyes met, telling me he wished every one of his passengers was a filthy faggot like me. Suddenly, he dragged me all the way off, my mouth open with my tongue hanging out. For a second, he just held me there, pulling on my hair, before pushing me back and getting out of the car himself. Seeing him now standing next to me, this guy was huge. At least a foot and a bit taller than me and wide as too, both in how broad he was and with his chubby belly. Everything about him was supersized: I was just a fucking twig to him. He pushed me up against the car, my front against the metal and roughly pulled down my joggers, exposing my tight virgin twink arse to him. He spat and I felt it hit the top of my crack and start to dribble down. Immediately, his fingers were there and rubbing his saliva against my hole. This was the first time that someone else had touched my tight little hole and even making contact with the outside was enough to send my eyes rolling. I moaned out, far more loudly than I had intended. For the briefest second, I, again, considered disobeying Sir and just letting him do what he obviously wants to do. It was crazy - I wasn't even attracted to this man but his cock was just so... amazing... and the touch of his fingers against my tiny hole just made me want to push back and feel them fill me. Oh god... I'm such a slut! But I couldn't. "Please no... I can't get fucked! Please!" He growled in my ear: "You fucking want it - I can tell, you nasty little faggy whore." "I... I'm not allowed! Please stop!" He cried out, a yell of frustration, but his fingers moved before they pushed in and he turned me round, slamming me back against the car. There was a fire in his eyes, a hunger, and I wasn't surprised when he, once again, forced me down to my knees. My throat was filled again. This time, my head was properly trapped against the car and I couldn't have pulled back even if I wanted to. Pinned like I was, there was no choice but to just stay there and take it. And fuck... he made me take it. I could feel his chubby belly pressing against my forehead as he rammed as much as he could down into my throat. It was messy and sloppy - I could hear the sorts of sounds coming from me and inside of my throat and how they mixed with his growling and verbal abuse. There were even a few cars in the mix and a couple that sounded their horns as they drove passed us. They were cheering him on as he destroyed my throat. His thrusts were getting stronger and his grunts much louder. Both were signs of what was about to happen and I braced myself, expecting him to pull out and cover my face just as the conductor had done but he didn't. Instead, he kept my throat full of his cock as it starts to twitch and pulse inside of me and I knew that he was shooting his spunk directly down into me. After the first couple of shots, he pulled back and left his cockhead inside of my lips, sending jet after jet of cum over my tongue and filling up my mouth until my cheeks bulged out. Like everything about this man, his load was huge as well and I struggled to swallow it all quickly enough. At one point, it felt like I was gulping it down like you would a cool drink on a hot day. Once he pulled out completely, I let myself fall forward a bit, panting and gasping for air. Between him fucking my throat and the amount of spunk I'd just been fed, I needed a moment to steady myself. He, on the other hand, just got back into the car. Too late did I realise that the engine was still running and I had no choice but to turn and watch as he left me there, his cum swimming in my stomach, on the side of a country road. ========================================= Email: jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter ========================================= Chapter two is done and I hope you enjoyed it! Please hit me up on my email or on twitter. I'm really keen to engage with as many readers as possible and discuss your thoughts, ideas and anything else you want to share with me. Let me know if you want me to continue so I can get an idea as to whether anyone is interested in this story or not. Consider donating to Nifty if that's something you feel you can do: we've all shot so many loads to the stories here that it's definitely worth keeping around.