Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2018 07:42:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: SUNBATHING - PART 9

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SUNBATHING PART 9


As we drove into the town centre Jack was determined to keep me sexually
excited.  The first thing he did was remove the raincoat he had put on to
protect his modesty.  (No-one seemed to be overly concerned about
preserving my modesty, but I was quickly learning that I was finding that
more and more stimulating in many ways.)  I was excited to be sitting next
to him.  I could stare unashamedly at his physique outlined in his
tight-fitting leather outfit.  His muscular thighs were smoothly outlined
and his open waistcoat revealed glimpses of the definition of his pecs.
And, of course, there was that tempting bulge between his legs.

Sadly, when I attempted to place my fingers on his groin, he brushed them
away.  However, he had no such inhibitions when it came to making contact
with my body.  He was intent on raising my level of excitement.  He would
caress my chest, brushing his fingers erotically across my erect nipples.
Sometimes he would fondle my inner thighs.  Or gently squeeze the
burgeoning bulge in my revealing shorts.  The effect of his touches on my
skin and private areas was electric.  I tingled where he touched me and
naturally cock tried to swell, but the unyielding leather could not expand
to allow it more space.  The restriction for my dick only served to
increase my arousal.  Jack was definitely aware of this and he only paid
more attention to my exposed body.

By now we were passing through the city centre which was thronged with
people out enjoying their Saturday night.  There was also a lot more road
traffic than on other evenings and this resulted in periods when we were
moving very slowly or were even stationary.  My near nakedness was the
subject of interest for many pedestrians.  People of both sexes peered into
the car, making obscene comments about my state of exposure.  To say I was
embarrassed and humiliated would be to understate my feelings.  I wanted
the earth to open and swallow me up.  Jack must have been aware of this, so
he evilly decided to up the ante.

`Hold your hands behind your head and keep them there until I say
otherwise.'

Reluctantly I did so.  Then Jack reached across and ripped open the velcro
holding the sides of my shorts together.  He pulled the front down.  My
cock sprang to throbbing attention.  Deftly he stroked me a couple of
times, bringing me right to the edge.  Precum was flowing freely as I
realised that I was once again fully exposed in a state of raging sexual
excitement, but this time I was in a slow-moving car on a crowded city
centre street.  I was speechless.

The car continued its painfully slow progress through the city.  Its
progress was impeded by the many pedestrians who got in the way while they
gawped in at the shameless wanton who was flaunting his shameful nakedness
to the world.

As we left the centre, the traffic thinned somewhat and we speeded up
slightly.  I saw we were approaching the gay village and I felt a certain
amount of relief.  At least here the people would probably be a little more
understanding, although probably rather more keen to stare and comment
openly.

We parked on a quiet side street.  Jack again closed up the seams of my
shorts and told me I could take my hands from behind my head.  The sudden
confinement of my cock and balls was in itself a further stimulation, after
they had been unrestricted for the latter part of the journey.

`Right.  Here we are.  It's only a short walk from here,' said Mike/Mitch.

M and M set off down the street side by side.  Jack and I followed at a
distance.  Clearly I was no longer permitted the slight protection of being
surrounded by the other three.  Suddenly Jack stopped me and clipped my
wrist cuffs to the collar so that I continued my walk with my body exposed,
protected only by brief leather shorts which, as I knew from painful
experience, could very easily be removed by anyone who wished.

We walked for about five minutes.  There were few guys around at this time,
but those that there were were happy to look and touch my vulnerable body.
Total strangers were stopping me in the street to grope my groin.  Jack did
nothing to stop them, merely smiling when I attracted someone's attention.
His only rare intervention would happen when he thought I was too close to
cumming.  Mike and Mitch were well ahead of us now, but they turned
grinning to watch my embarrassment whenever a stranger accosted me.

Jack and I eventually joined up with M and M at an anonymous door in an old
warehouse right on the edge of the gay village.  There was no sign to
indicate what lay inside: there was merely a single feeble bulb over the
door which seemed only to emphasise the general atmosphere of industrial
decline.  We went into a small reception area where Jack paid the admission
fee for us all and the guy on reception grinned knowingly at me in a
predatory way and buzzed us through the internal door.

Within there was a well-lit bar with seating for maybe fifty.  At that time
the place wasn't full – maybe there were fifteen or twenty guys, some
standing at the bar, others seated at tables.  What caught my eye was the
dιcor.  On the walls were pictures of naked men mostly leather clad or
naked indulging in various types of sex.  Several of the pictures were in
the Tom of Finland style.  There were doors leading I knew not where.
Several of the customers greeted our group.

Jack released my wrists from the collar when we reached the bar, he ordered
drinks for us all – beers for himself and M and M, but for me a triple
vodka and three cans of Red Bull.  `You need alcohol to relax you and you
will need the caffeine in the Red Bull to give you the energy you'll need
to last the night.  This place doesn't close until 4am.'  4am?!?!  It was
not yet nine o'clock!  What awaited me I couldn't imagine.

Without warning Jack ripped the seams of my shorts revealing my nakedness
to all the people there.  Despite the fact that I had been naked on several
occasions already that day, I reddened, but my arousal became far more
intense.

While Jack and the twins savoured their beers standing at the bar, he
hassled me to down my four drinks very fast.  First the alcohol hit me and
I felt relaxed and almost at ease with my public exposure.  My inhibitions
fell away and I looked around at the other customers.  They were a varied
bunch.  All ages and all body types were there.  As the caffeine took
effect, I felt alive, almost as if I had taken poppers.  Yes, I felt ready
to play with anyone and everyone.

When my glasses were empty, Jack smiled that killer smile which turned my
knees to jelly.  Then he attached my wrists to each other behind my back.
Holding me by the collar, he dragged me over to the wall at the end of the
bar where he clipped my collar to a large steel bracket which had obviously
been put there expressly for such a purpose.  Squatting down, he attached
my ankles to two other brackets.  Now I was unable to move, unable to
prevent anyone from doing whatever they wanted to the front of my naked and
vulnerable body.

`OK, guys,' Jack announced.  `Here are the rules.  No pain...yet. No marks.
And remember the club rules – no cum on the carpets' With that Jack gave
my cock a couple of slow strokes and added, `I warn you all – he's very,
very close.'  Then he and the twins disappeared through one of the doors
leaving me as an object to be subjected to pleasure and torment at the
hands of strangers.  My nipples stood out on my hairless chest.  My newly
shaven groin displayed my throbbing genitals.  As I looked down I actually
saw my balls rising and falling with excitement.

A guy approached me and, without saying a word, tweaked my nipples.  I
winced and I was sure that more precum oozed from my piss slit.  `You liked
that, didn't you?' and I nodded.  He started playing with my nipples some
more, tweaking, pinching, twisting them.  I writhed at these sensations,
vainly attempting to move my vulnerable torso away, but that was impossible
without strangling myself in the collar which was firmly fixed to the wall.
I tried to wrench my ankles free, again without success.

My tormentor was joined by another who began kissing my lips.  His tongue
probed my mouth, exploring inside.  Against my will I found myself
returning the kiss.  Our tongues fenced.  Suddenly he pulled back, leaving
me panting with lust and desire.  Now he turned to my right armpit which he
licked and sucked.  This was a new sensation for me and I was filled with a
strange mixture of pleasure from the sensations in my pit and the
discomfort I was experiencing in my nipples.  My moans were attracting
other guys across from where they had been standing or sitting.  Then my
pleasure was knocked up several notches – a third guy had engulfed my
rampant cock in his mouth and was deep throating me.  The moaning changed
to groans of pleasure and sexual tension.  I was sooo close to climax.  I
cried out, `I'm going to cum!'

The three guys all ceased their attentions at once, leaving me quivering,
high with being denied the climax my body longed for, but rapidly coming
down from that peak of excitement.  I howled like a wild beast at the
frustration of having got so close to climax without fulfilment.  My knees
were weak, my head lolled, drool dripped from lips.  And my cock was
throbbing trying to achieve the orgasm it had been denied.

As it became clear that I was becoming calmer, the three guys (maybe
another three?  I was not in a fit state to notice) returned to their work.
My nipples were ruthlessly abused.  My armpits were licked and nibbled.  My
arse was explored right up to, and then inside, my hole.  The guy working
my cock was an expert.  He stroked slowly then fast, sometimes sucking the
head and tickling the underside with his tongue.  Occasionally he deep
throated me.  Again my panting became a moan and my moaning quickly became
groans and growls.

Several times I cried out the warning that I was about to cum and, sadly,
each time they stopped.  I don't know how long I was edged.  It seemed that
the rest periods between the sessions of stimulation became shorter and
shorter.  It got to the stage where I could only take a minute or two of
play before there was an imminent danger of the carpets getting covered
with my spunk.

Finally Jack came back.  I don't know whether I was glad to see him as he
would bring this torment to an end, or frustrated that he would prevent the
orgasm that seemed so close and which I so keenly desired and needed.  He
released my ankles, then my neck and turned me round to unfasten my wrists.
He whispered, `I heard you enjoying yourself and I am very proud that you
have lasted so long under what I know was a torment as well as deep
pleasure.  Now you need something more to drink.'

He led me over to the bar where he plied me with a couple of pint glasses
of water and more Red Bull.  I noticed that during my torment the number of
customers had increased.  Some were fully dressed, with a preference for
leather.  Other were wearing minimal clothing or nothing at all.  Many wore
cuffs and collars similar to mine or leather harnesses.  A really hot
vision for me!

`I'll need to take a leak fairly soon,' I said.

Jack replied, `Yes,' and smiled.  He then clipped my wrists together, this
time in front, and led me through the door he and the twins had gone
through earlier.

`While you have been having fun in the bar,' he explained, `we have been
working away making sure that everything is ready for your next bit of
fun.'

The room we went into was very strange.  It was very small and poorly lit,
but I could just make out that the bare concrete floor sloped down to the
far wall, where there was an indentation about eight feet long, three feet
wide and a foot deep.  At one end there was what looked like a drain hole
with a plug in it.  At the other I could see a bracket much like the ones I
was familiar with following my experience in the bar.  There were others at
intervals set into the floor along the edges of this indentation.

`You said you needed to pee.  Well now is your chance.  Lie down in this
trough while I lock your wrists to that end and then I'll lock your ankles
to one of the pairs down the side.'

Now I realised what Jack had in mind.  It appeared that the other customers
did too, because many of them had entered behind us and were looking on
with interest, not to mention bulging trousers for those who were clothed
and erections for those who were not.  I was quickly and efficiently locked
in place.  The shackles were so short that I could scarcely move at all.  I
was fast losing any sense of shame.  I was flaunting a raging erection.  I
knew that I would very soon have to piss myself and I suspected that some
or all of the onlookers would add their contributions to my offering.
Quite possibly spunk, hopefully mine, possibly theirs, would be added to
the cocktail.

I needed to pee so much, but my hard-on was making it very difficult.  With
a great effort of will, I relaxed enough to allow a small dribble of piss
to ease its way onto my belly.  Once the flow had started its power
increased until I was drenching my chest and splashes were reaching my
face.  Once I had started, one then others joined in.  Mostly it was aimed
at my groin, but my chest, face and hair were soon soaked too.  I was
surprised by the power of some of these guys' piss.  One guy whose flow
seemed particularly strong pounded my balls with it and the massage I
received from him compounded with my horniness from my previous treatment
in the bar brought me to an amazing climax.  I screamed out with the
intensity as my sperm hit my chest and chin.  This seemed to be a signal to
several of my audience who in their turn wanked their cocks and came on my
face and chest.

The depth of piss (and spunk) in the trough was increasing with all the
contributions from the customers.  I had got the impression that many of
them had been holding on until someone took up residence in the trough.
Now, despite the large capacity of the trough, my back, shoulders and arse
were submerged.  It was now lapping at my hole and the feeling was amazing.
I was a piss slut, being drenched in others' urine and spunk.  I was
totally exposed and my hard on was returning betraying how much I was
enjoying my vulnerable position.

To add to my degradation and pleasure, Mike and Mitch came over.  They
stood on each side of the trough with their feet next to my head.  They
leaned across me towards each other.  Kissing deeply, passionately, they
released their bladders, aiming directly at my face.  I did something I'd
rarely done willingly before – I opened my mouth to catch some of their
shower.  Mmmm, rather strong with definite undertones of the beer they had
been drinking.  Once they had offloaded, they continued their kiss and each
grasped the other's dick.  Within a short period of time, they were both
hard and they erupted in a synchronised ejaculation which joined their piss
on my face and in my hair.

They were still milking the last drops of spunk from their cocks when I
looked towards my feet and there I saw Jack.  I smiled to see him and he
responded with a broad grin of his own.  He had removed his jockstrap and I
looked longingly at his erect cock.  He obviously understood what I wanted
because he slowly and so sexily removed his boots and chaps.  He approached
and knelt down in the trough so that his genitals were opposite my mouth.
I opened wide, extending my tongue towards his gorgeous cock.  He slowly
thrust his hips forward until he rested in my mouth.

It felt so right.  I was half submerged in piss.  I had spunk and piss on
my body and face and I was sure that my hair was stiff with drying spunk.
I had Jack's cock in my mouth.  I caressed his shaft with my tongue.  He
moved in further.  I closed my lips round it, loving the taste of him.
Slowly I moved my head back and forth along his dick, sucking and tickling
while savouring the taste of him.

I longed to reach out to him, to pull him closer so that I could fondle his
thighs, reach up and massage his gorgeous torso.  But my hands were still
clipped to the bracket behind my head.  My ankles were immobilised.  I was
unable to control any part of this beautiful moment.  I looked imploringly
into his eyes, silently begging him to thrust away mercilessly into my
willing mouth and throat.  He appeared to understand because he thrust his
hips forward forcing his cock down my throat.  With difficulty I overcame
the gag reflex and lay back in the piss and urine to enjoy his invasion of
my mouth.

He was gentle, slow, loving even – but definitely forceful.  He owned
me, body and soul.  As time went by his movements became more urgent and
insistent.  I could tell he was approaching climax, spurred on by the fact
that he realised my complete abandon to his wishes and desires.

The he erupted with a forceful explosion of cum.  Firstly I felt a couple
of spurts hit the inside of my throat.  Then he withdrew slightly to fill
my mouth with his third, fourth and fifth shots.  Finally, he withdrew
completely, milking the last few drops of sperm onto my face and into my
hair.  He collapsed forward, exhausted with his exertions.  My cum-covered
face was now forced against his abdomen.  I automatically licked, sucked,
nibbled and kissed it, the only part of him that I could reach.

After a short while he lifted himself up, looked down at me with a gentle
smile on his face and said, `You look a right mess and I'm not much better.
Let's get cleaned up.'

He reached over to his discarded chaps and found the keys to release me.
He helped me up from the trough and led me through another door into a
fully equipped shower room.  I was still shaky from the intensity of my
recent experiences, so Jack lathered me and gently massaged my body which
was aching somewhat from being restrained for so long in the piss trough.
Then, while I stood under the stream of hot, steaming water, Jack washed
himself.

We towelled each other dry and when we were finished, we wrapped the towels
around us.  Going back into the piss trough room, Jack collected his
discarded clothing and we returned to the bar.  I got the impression that
the other customers were disappointed that I was no longer naked.  I guess
they thought that their voyeuristic fun was over for the night.  Although I
did not know it at the time, they were wrong.

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