Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 17:06:39 +0100 From: Nathan Minter Subject: Chris' Experiences 10 Chris' Experiences Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan Written for Chris himself. All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the story! With special thanks to JJ (and others) for some of the ideas used in this chapter. SEAN------ Now I have Matt under my command. All I need is Chris, and I can introduce them to my other bitch, Rob. CHRIS----- I'm on my way to the house that Matt texted me from. One of his friend's house apparently. Says that they're having a party. Matt invited me with his text. The text read: "CUM 4 PARTY @ TOMS HOUSE. BRO WILL LET U IN. 44 ELGBERN RD. TTYL." I was intrigued, and bored out of my mind, so I decided to go, considering I hadn't seen him since I left his house yesterday evening, after our joyous animalistic sex. He hadn't phone this morning, nor come over, like usual, so I assumed he was busy. Now I can ask him where's he's been. I leave, bringing just keys, phone and wallet. SEAN------ When I hear the knock on the door, I tell the other guys with me to get ready, and then go to the door, open it and greet the person behind it, whom I know is Chris. "Hey Sean," Chris greets me, "Where's Matt?" "Oh, he's in the back," I tell him, then pull out a handkerchief from my back pocket, "He wanted me to blindfold you, 'coz he's got a surprise for you." "Erm... Well, I guess it can't hurt," Chris shrugs, then allows me to put the handkerchief over his eyes and tie it round the back of his head. I yank the knot tight, and Chris yelps. "Sorry," I fake an apology, "C'mon, I'll take you there." I then grab his hand, and lead him through to the back room. "Kneel down," I tell Chris, "Matt's coming just now." Chris submissively kneels down, and sits waiting patiently. I look to either side of the room, and nod at each of the burly men standing there. They quickly, but quietly creep forwards, each holding a length of chain. Once within touching distance, they look to me and I wait. Chris begins to say something, but before he can get it all out, I shout "Shut up bitch, you're mine now," and quickly motion the two men into action. "Huh- Ahh!" Chris cries, taken completely by surprise. Within seconds he's hogtied in the chains, and his futile wiggling has just started. "What the hell is-" he starts, only to be overruled by my voice. "Gag him, before he starts screaming," I tell the men standing, waiting to be told to do something. They efficiently stuff a ball gag in Chris' mouth, quietening him. The two men were easy enough to get. All I had to do was tell a couple people that I needed some guys to help me grab a bitch, and word spread like wildfire, I even had to refused some people. The two men were promised a piece of the action, and I'm sure they won't be disappointed. I grab Chris' hair, and lift his head. He whimpers pathetically, so I spit on his face. I let his head drop, and go round to his clothed body, stroking it up and down. I hold my hand out to one of the goons, and he passes me a pair of scissors. I begin cutting Chris' clothes off, loving the whimper I get every time the cold blade scrapes his flesh. Once his shirt's off, I begin on his shorts, whilst I tell the goons to take his shoes and socks off, as the chains won't be in the way of them. With Chris almost fully de-clothed, I look at his strangely appealing naked torso, and lightly hairy legs. I shake the thoughts away – am I acting gay? - and begin cutting away Chris' last piece of clothing – his boxer shorts. Once off, I push him onto his side, watching him squirm under my foot, and then tell him to stop wiggling. He then wiggles more, so I kick him in the gut, causing him to reel and moan through the ball strapped in his mouth. "Take off that gag," I tell one of the men, "You can use his mouth." Whilst the man is removing Chris' gag, I undo his legs from the hogtie, keeping them chained together, though, and tell the other guy to get over here and start lubing up the ass. "Can I fuck it after?" he asks, an eager glint in his eye. "No, but you can use his mouth later." I tell him, just as I hear Chris begin to shout something. "Stick your cock in!" I yell at the guy holding his head, and he quickly obliges, pulls his cock out, fully hard, and shoves it in all the way, first thrust. I sense Chris' eyes widen behind the blindfold, as he begins to gag. I walk over and lean into his face. "Enjoying the smell of real man?" I tell him gleefully, "Just wait till you feel my manmeat ramming your little cunt." "He's ready," the guy at Chris' ass tells me. I walk up behind Chris, and then prepare my cock at his hole, waiting. After a few seconds waiting, I nod at the guy in Chris' mouth, and we simultaneously ram in, hard as we can. Chris' screams are glorious to my ears, and I can tell from the look on the face of the guy in Chris' mouth that he loves the pain being inflicted upon my new bitch. Without allowing his ass time to adjust, I start ramming, knowing Chris'll soon be begging for more. After a few minutes, Chris' moans tell me I was right, and that I'm hitting just the right spot in his queer little hole. The moans reverberating around the other guy's cock obviously set him off, as he begins cumming in Chris' throat. The flood flowing into Chris' mouth is too much for him, and he starts gagging, cum flowing out the side of his mouth, down his chin and landing all over the floor. "Your turn," he states to the other guy waiting, as he pulls his cock out of Chris, half soft. Quickly, the other jumps over, whips out his cock, and is halfway down Chris' throat before he has time to recover. I'm still pounding his ass, slowly now, enjoying this sweet, tight, button butt. CHRIS----- As soon as the first cock leaves my mouth, I feel another enter. When will it end? Whoever is ramming my ass, Sean presumably, doesn't seem to want it to end soon, as he's slowed down considerably, and is now teasing my prostate with each thrust. I have no idea who anybody is, as the blindfold Sean put on me is still in place. Sean. That bastard did this, I know it. When I get out of this... The second cock in my mouth is less brash, but still not welcome, though I have to take it, as I'm in no position to fight back. My arms tied up behind my back are beginning to cramp, and my legs have gone dead. I start to suck harder, and use my ass muscles, if it'll only get me out faster. The cock in my ass begins pistoning faster, and I can guess that he's going to cum soon. As he fucks harder, his cock presses against my prostate harder, and I'm sent further onto the cock in my mouth. Very quickly, I feel the cock in my ass erupt with one final thrust, which hits my prostate, and causes my own cock to go over the edge, and without prompting, I begin spewing cum on the floor, whilst the cock in my mouth also starts blowing its load in my well-used mouth, spilling even more cum out the sides, and down my chin. The two cocks withdraw from me, and I hear them shuffle about. Then footsteps approach me, and I hear a voice. "I don't allow my bitches to have hair," the voice says, and I realise it belongs to Sean. My blindfold is then ripped off, and I'm looking up at Sean's once cute, but now despised face. "Bastard!" I shout, but only get a kick in response. I cringe in pain, whilst Sean laughs at my discomfort. "Like I said, my bitches don't have hair," he repeats, "So I'm going to have yours removed. But I won't be doing it. You will." He bends down to me, but I try to get away as he does. "Boys," Sean says to the two guys who I assume just used my mouth, "Hold him." They come over and grab my exposed flesh with rough hands. Then Sean unties my arms and legs, but the two guys holding them prevent me from lashing out. He kicks me once more, then leaves with the two men, whilst I'm helpless, in pain, on the floor. I hear the door lock, and Sean shout through "You can come out when you're hairless from your nose down. All of it. I'll be watching from the camera in the corner. Oh, and all my bitches have plugged asses. You're no exception." Now that I've no longer got people to worry about, I look around the room. It's a fairly basic room, bare, blank walls, a small misted window set high up, a camera in the corner, like Sean said, and a table. I decide to check the window for an escape route, but realise it's a safety window, with steel wires through it. It hasn't a handle either, and even if I smashed it, there'll be no getting through. Seeing nothing else of interest, I wander over to the table to investigate. On the table is an electric razor, a pair of tweezers and small black buttplug. I pick up the buttplug, but find no lube or anything, so decide if I am going to put it in, I'll do it later. The electric razor requires a plug socket, so I pick it up and turn around to plug it in somewhere. I look at each wall in turn, but find that none of them have a plug socket. I quickly look again, but realise this was how Sean wanted it all along. To make it seem easy, when it never would be. I drop the razor on the floor, as I sink to my knees, head in hands. I begin sobbing. I'm trapped, and the only way out is to do what that sadistic asshole wants. And right now, that's for me to remove all my hair, with nothing more than my bare hands, a buttplug, a useless razor and a pair of tweezers. Once my eyes have dried, I stand up and face the table. I pick up the tweezers. I submit to hours of pain. I know what I said last time about this one being "public humiliation", but things went awry. But believe me, next time it will be. Trust me. Anyway, thanks for lots of emails and such, glad to know you're enjoying it. AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be interested. Chris' Experiences 9 theme: Public humiliation. No, really, I mean it this time. Emails will be happily received, criticisms, flames, junk mail, I don't care. Well, actually, not the junk mail. Feel free to request or suggest plot twists. Copyright 2010 Anuttymous All rights reserved by the author. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author. Reproduction for any other use is prohibited.