Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2019 12:08:43 +0000
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: The First Hand School Chapter 3

Day 3. Pulling a train

Average reading time: 12 minutes

Oh my god, I am so fucked. Literally. I should be well on my way to Uni by
now but instead I'm fucking trapped in this place. And what's more the
bastards have locked my cock up!

So... Marcus let himself into my room yesterday after I had done wanking. I
was still lying asleep on the bed and he caught me with the evidence of my
jerk off session clearly all over me. Basically I was encrusted with my own
cum.

He woke me up by rocking my shoulders. As I came too, I could see the
disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh Bobby, what have you done?" he asked me. "You know that cumming by
yourself is forbidden. Strictly fucking forbidden."

"I know, I know" I replied, "but I just couldn't hold myself back."

"Well you should have done Bobby, you really should have done. I'm going to
have to report this, it's a serious violation and it's going to have
serious consequences."

"Wait, no, you don't have to report it. Come on, let it go--" I cried out,
desperately appealing to his better side.

"No Bobby, you know the rules. In fact, I specifically pointed them out to
you when you arrived. I also told you that any infractions would mean your
stay here could be extended. There's no way out of it. In fact, I'd be in
even more trouble than you if I tried to cover this up."

It was then that seriousness of my situation sunk in - I remember the
paperwork at the door had been particularly strict about this rule. I've
got to admit that I skim read it as I was so excited about finally losing
my cherry. My need for a dick in my ass threatened to ruin my life. Fuck!
It was then that I remembered that I was lying on a bed completely naked in
front of Marcus. My hands moved to my crotch to cover myself.

"It's a bit late for that Bobby. I'm going to have to report this - there's
no choice - but before I do there's a set procedure I have to follow."

With that he reached under his top and pulled out a keychain around his
neck. He used it to unlock a small cupboard in the wall that I hadn't
noticed before. In fact, it was a really tiny cupboard - it must have been
specifically designed to hold the one piece of gear that Marcus took out.

It was shiny and obviously made out of metal but I had no idea what it was.
Some kind of steel tube?

"Bobby, come here and stand in front of me" said Marcus. I felt fearful for
my future and yet compelled to obey his words. I got off the bed and moved
towards him. "That's it, hands behind your back." I did as I was told.

"Do you know what this is?" Marcus seemed to break apart the metal object
in his hands, putting the metal tube part to one side. What he was left
holding looked like a heavy steel ring that opened in half. I shook my head
from side to side.

"This is a chastity device, Bobby. It's designed to keep your dick locked
up and prevent you from cumming. It gives me no pleasure to do this, but
you've got to be controlled. You do understand why you need to be
controlled, right?"

I was lost for words and could barely comprehend what Marcus was asking me.

"Because you broke the rules Bobby. You signed up to lose your anal
virginity, not to shoot off your jizz whenever you want. This cage is going
to stop you getting hard and keep you focused on using your ass as the sole
source of your pleasure. Now, do you understand why you need to be locked
up?"

By this point Marcus had grabbed my entire junk in his free hand and was
pulling it away from my body. As I struggled to digest what he'd said and
answer his question he started to squeeze my cock and balls painfully.

"Do you understand Bobby?" he asked again. The increasing pain forced me to
nod my head up and down.

"Then say it. Say you understand" he said.

I stammered out "yes, I understand."

"No Bobby, say it properly" he replied. I must have looked as confused as
another intense squeeze of my nuts made me realise what he meant.

"I understand why my cock has to be locked up!" I cried. This obviously
wasn't enough though as Marcus doubled down on my junk and I yelped out in
pain. I tried one more time:

"I understand that my ass is the true source of my sexual pleasure and that
my cock has to be locked up to keep me focused" I said.

"And do you want to wear this cock cage?" he asked. A swift twist of his
hand make me answer very quickly.

"Yes, I want to wear a cock cage. I want to be locked up."

"And do you understand that your infraction is going to have serious
implications? Do you accept the consequences of your actions? Do you take
responsibility for your punishment and will you strive to put things right
of your own free will?"

Punishment? I could feel my face redden even more than it already was and I
hurried to comprehend Marcus's words. It sounded like he was trying to make
this all my choice, as if it was all my fault. There was no way-- my thought
process was cruelly cut off by Marcus yanking my balls down. And again, and
again.

"Yes! I volunteer to put this right, I want to put this right!" I cried
out, anything to stop the torture of my balls.

With that - the answers he seemed to have been been waiting for - Marcus
used his free hand to encircle the heavy steel ring around my cock and
balls. It felt tight and heavy but at least Marcus had finally released my
junk from his grip.

Next he picked up the tube part and quickly slid my dick into one end of
it. Before I knew it there was a click and a padlock joined the tube and
the cock ring. I immediately felt cold metal constraining my dick.

"That's it bud. Keep co-operating and this will all be over in no time" he
said quietly, almost whispering it. Marcus winked at me and patted my bum
in what seemed like a friendly way. Suddenly his tone changed though.

"The cage stays on until the School decides to take it off. You've shown
you can't be trusted with your emissions, so we've taken that freedom away
from you. Now, I'm going to go report all of this to my superiors... I don't
know what your decision to cum will mean long term, but I can tell you that
it's very unlikely you'll be going home today. In fact, if I were you, you
might want to clean yourself out... Just in case you're sentenced to a
punishment fuck."

And with that he left the room, leaving me open-jawed in shock. A
punishment fuck? And my cock was locked up! I took a moment to feel the
cage. The outside end of the tube was completely open and I could just
finger the end of my dick on the inside. I could piss but couldn't get hard
- the cold steel stopped me short. And no matter how much I wiggled or
moved it around it stayed cruelly in place. I was fucking locked in a
chastity device and Marcus had the key! Even if I somehow managed to
escape, how the hell was I going to get this thing off?!

My entire body deflated and my head hung low. I simply didn't know what to
do, so I did what Marcus suggested. Clean myself out. I was on auto-pilot
and despondent. All I had wanted was to lose my virginity to a nice guy
before going to Uni, and now look at me... I finished cleaning up and grabbed
some new clothes that had been laid out. My old ones had been taken again
and once more I had been given an outfit to wear. Just a jock and yet more
long socks. It wasn't much but all I had.

Later

About an hour later Marcus came back into the room. His face did not look
good.

"I'm sorry Bobby. The news of your transgression did not go down well. The
discipline committee met and discussed the merits of a punishment fuck." He
said.

Discipline committee? He looked at the disbelief and confusion in my eyes.

"Oh yeah, a punishment fuck is the hardest, meanest balls-deep fucking you
can imagine. Not something you'd be able to forget in a hurry... Anyway, Carl
stood up for you but Jay was adamant. Said you liked cock so much that a
punishment fuck was just giving you what you wanted. He said you probably
even engineered this whole thing just to get another fuck."

What the hell?! It was Jay's fault that I was in this mess! He was the one
who had raped me and hadn't let me cum earlier on!

"Anyway, the room agreed. I've got to say the fact that you recognised
you'd behaved badly and volunteered to put things right definitely helped.
However, the committee decided the only suitable punishment was pulling a
fuck train. In fact, they're assembling one now..." his voice drifted off.

Even in my innocence I knew what a fuck train was. In fact, I was pretty
sure I had seen several whilst flicking through the porn channels.
Basically I was about to be gang banged: a constant train of guys fucking
my hole in quick succession. Non-stop. As soon as one guy had finished
another would take his place. And if Carl and Jay were anything to go by
they were all going to be hung super-sized freaks!

"No Marcus, no! Surely there must be a way out of this. I mean, you've
locked me up. Keep the key - send it to me in a week, a month, I don't
care. Just let me go!"

"I'm sorry kid, that's the way it is. If you're lucky we'll take the cage
off before you get sent home though. You cleaned yourself out, right?"

I nodded my head up and down sullenly.

"Good. I'll come back and get you when they're ready. Don't worry Bobby,
you can do this. Get it over and done with and you'll soon be off."

With a smile he gently touched my shoulder and departed the room. I was
left to my own imagination. Surely this couldn't be as bad as I was
thinking, right? I mean, how many guys could there be available at such
short notice? Probably just a few, maybe 5 or 6 if I was unlucky? From what
Jay said about Carl processing a new shipment this place sounded pretty
busy. I bet I'll only be fucked by about 4 guys max. I can handle that.

Much, much later

Damn, I couldn't handle it... My hole is spent, stretched out and overflowing
with god knows how many loads. No, I wasn't fucked by 4 men. Not even
close. I was fucked by an entire army - I can barely sit down, let alone
hold a pen to write this damn thing.

I'm not going to go into too much detail. If this diary is meant to help me
process what's happening to me then I think I want to keep today locked
away forever. The short version is that I've gone from virgin to sluthole
capacity in less than 48 hours. The longer version? Here's what I can
remember...

Marcus taking me to a room I hadn't been to before. Dark, tiled walls and a
concrete floor. The deeply ingrained smell of fuck. A pool of light shining
down on a heavy-duty bench in the middle of the room. Strong metal legs
bolted securely to the floor. Thick sheets of black leather attached to the
bench, threatening straps and buckles hanging down.

Being manoeuvred into position. A raised portion for my stomach to lie on
and a lower shelf for my knees and shins to rest on. My arms hanging down
against the metal front legs. My hole at fuck height. Thick leather being
wrapped around my arms and then buckled with tight straps every couple of
inches. The same being done to my legs and then around my upper body. The
creak of leather as each strap was pulled, re-tugged tighter, buckled and
then locked secure.

The feel of being completely immobilised, yet my hole exposed and freely
available to anyone who wanted to use it. My cock trapped in it's cage and
heavy in my jock. Marcus leaving and wishing me good luck.

The room being still for a moment, just the sound of my heartbeat imagining
the worse. Knowing that the tight bondage meant I would never be able to
pull back from the inevitable barrage of dick.

My fuck team walking into the room. More men than I possibly could have
imagined - a seemingly endless line, but all different in size, shape and
colour. Some wearing jocks, some naked, some in leather harnesses like the
ones I'd seen in the porn I'd been forced to watch. All the men seemed to
have three things in common... fit, ready to fuck and hung like horses. They
gathered in a semi circle around me. I counted twelve before Jay walked in
last. That motherfucker!

He stood directly before the bench and gave me an evil leer. "Well guys,
you all know why we're here... to teach young Bobby a lesson. It's going to
be just what he needs, a reminder he can't break life's rules! Let's see if
we can't fuck his cock lust out of him a bit too!"

After that everything became a blur. I'm blacking it out if I'm honest. I
was a prisoner of that evil fuck bench and at the mercy of my captors. They
didn't hold back. All I can remember were snippets of conversation,
obscenities drifting past me as my hole was abused:

"Jesus Lance, you can't go first, that thing will tear him open!"

"No, Jay says this new cunt is fully open for business..."

"Wow. His hole needs feeding doesn't it? It's eating up our loads like he
was born to it."

"Jesus, feel how sloppy his pussy is! It's juicy as fuck..."

Occasionally I would cry out with pain when a particularly ferocious thrust
hit home, but to begin with I simply remember whimpering. After each man
was done dropping a load in my hole they would walk round and wipe their
cocks on my face. It my was my first proper look at who had just fucked me...

A 6' 5" black man, stacked with muscle and literally covered head to toe in
tattoos. His cut dick easily 10" long, glistening with cum and ending in an
angry, red helmet.

A much shorter Asian guy, shoulders almost as wide as he was tall. His body
covered in sweat, his junk smelling metallic as he wiped it on my face.

A bald man with an evil grin, the rest of his body totally covered in thick
wiry hair. His thick nipple rings glistening in the light.

A 6' tall white guy, his body perfectly sculptured and framed by a heavy
leather chest harness. His thickly veined dick kept hard by a tight steel
cock ring, his pubes drenched in cum blowback.

Before long the 13 men simply merged into one continuous hard fuck that
felt relentless. I desperately asked for a break, that I would happily suck
their dicks to give my tender hole a chance to recover. But no, apparently
as I had ticked the `ass only' box on my admissions form, cocks were barred
from my mouth. I had to service everyone with just my asshole!

"Rules are rules, bitch. You said you were only interested in having your
hole used, so you've never going to get to taste cock whilst you're here!"

It was around then that I noticed little slips of paper being discarded on
the floor. Each one had a number on it. 14. 5. 22. 17. 28. They were raffle
tickets! The fuckers were drawing lots for who got to tap my ass and in
what order. Surely if they had got up to 28 I couldn't possibly be fucked
any more? It must be over soon.

The sound of heavy fucking being interrupted by the clang of a bell. A
shout of "shift change!" and the guy currently fucking me bellowing as he
came. Then him pulling out and slapping my butt cheeks. Laughter as my arse
was whacked hard by each of my fuckers as they left the room.

But the room filling with men again... fresh men with new stamina to
punish-fuck my hole. I struggled against the tightness of the leather, the
room heating up amid the overpowering stench of cum. The discarded raffle
ticket numbers getting higher and higher. The shouts around me:

"Wow, no matter how hard you fuck this hole just keeps on giving... He's
turning into the perfect fuck chute!"

"Giving? Christ he's on his second shift and his hole is snapping back each
time. Looks as if it can take a lot more work!"

"Come on slut, push back on my dick! Show me just how much you want my
pussy wrecker inside you. Use those cunt muscle to give me a tight fuck,
bitch!"

"Look at how much the little cumdump is enjoying this..."

And the truth was that I was enjoying it. I can't believe that I've just
written that. Who in their right mind could enjoy pulling a continuous fuck
train for these grossly hung perverts. Guys who all knew I wasn't there of
my own free will and yet they fucked me the all same. My dick trapped in
it's cage all the time, fighting hard against the metal but there was no
way I could cum. All I could do was give in to every thrust, grunt and
scream. Before long I was the one shouting "fuck me harder, please fuck me
harder, I can take it!"

A guy pulling out and my hole feeling agonisingly empty without a man's
dick inside of me. Feeling incomplete. Cum leaking from my ass, my hole
filled up way beyond capacity. Trying and failing to clench as a river of
man juices leaked onto the floor. Moaning with dicklust: "please fuck me, I
need more..."

And then feeling the perfect sensation of an inhumanely large cock invading
my pussy channel again. Realising the momentary gap had simply been another
shift change. Fuck, was this never going to end? More cocks and cum being
wiped on my head, my eye lids slowing crusting closed with spunk run-off.

"We need to get to triple figures before we can quit, but if he take more..."

"Christ, with this much cum inside of him he's going to be addicted to
cock!"

"Yeah, only a complete slut would volunteer for pulling a train this long.
He's going to be a pussy boy for life..."

It was impossible to process what they were saying. Addiction? Pussy boy?
Volunteer?! It was all beyond me.

Occasionally though I could feel something at my ass that I thought I could
recognise. It could only be Jay and his fireplug of a dick -- he must be
back again and on the third shift! -- fucking me in his constant jackhammer
motion. Every time he fucked me it was the same speed, the same depth, the
same feeling of a freakishly thick cock punching a hole right through my
body. I soon heard the roar of Jay pumping another load into my guts and
then felt him by my side.

"Hey, how does it feel?" he asked, throwing his arm around my neck like I
was his friend. "You're doing real good boy". It was crazy, but in my
fucked out state I almost felt proud, craving his approval. As another
guy's giant cock begun to slam into my swollen, stretched and plainly
overfucked hole Jay whispered in my ear. "We're going to have lots more
fun, eh boy!"

With that I must have passed out, because I later found myself lying in my
own bed. I woke up with my ass stuck to the bed sheets. Either they hadn't
bothered to wipe down my ass cheeks or my hole had simply given up and had
leaked cum all night. God knows how many times I had been fucked in the
end. The cum puddle on the bed was epic and my head felt completely glazed
in semen. My hair was all stiff and crunchy to touch. I was still wearing
the cock cage and the jock, but the fabric seemed crusty too. Damn, was I
leaking precum the whole time I was being fucked?

I feel guilty that I can't remember more about the night. All I really
remember is zoning out. Did I really enjoy the never-ending stream of dick?
I mean, they did slide into my backside pretty easily, it's not like
friction or resistance was trying to keep them out. At one point I'm sure
that the leather restraints were removed. If I was free, why didn't I try
to escape? And if I was leaking that much pre then surely I was enjoying
it? After all a cock never fucking lies...

Never mind, I'm completely past the point of caring. My hole is so sore I
can't even think about touching it... Everything is moist down there as I'm
still leaking buckets of cum. I stink and the cock cage is chafing at my
dick. Christ! All I want is to be free of this place. Marcus said I should
be released tomorrow... That means I can still get to Uni just just in time...
which is good because that means no-one needs know that I've been turned
into a gigantic cum dump.

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Next: Bobby finds out he's the chosen one...

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