Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2021 17:27:41 +0000
From: Lcb29 <Lcb29@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter One (Revised)

Hi all, a little bit of a change of pace for this one. This grew out of a
conversation I had with a bud who is just as into poppers as I am, so
hopefully he'll enjoy it. I'm planning on ten chapters, three of which are
already written. I'm aiming to release a chapter a week. This one sets the
scene a little, so it isn't as full on as following chapters will
be. Please note that it will be extreme by the end.

I want to put this here as a warning, this story acts as a popper trainer
(would that there were one catered to our tastes, but there we are). It's
written in such a way that you can hit along with the story, and I hope you
do. It will get heavier in each coming chapter. But real world rules apply,
poppers are not for everyone and they are not to be taken lightly. If you
feel ill, STOP. Have a drink, get some fresh air. I cannot be held
responsible for your actions.

The story below is completely fiction, and it should stay that way. Leave
your fantasies in your head, where they belong.

Some of you reached out to me after I posted me first story on Nifty,
Watching My Son Grow, and people are still asking me if there are more
chapters of that story to come. There are, two of them, but I haven't had
either the time or the inclination to finish them. I will get around to
them, but really life has got in the way over the last year to the point
even my day job has been affected. However, I do love hearing from you
guys, so drop me an email at the address above if you're feeling that way
inclined.

Last but not least, Nifty is a fantastic resource and it always needs our
help, so go and donate. A fiver for a pretty earth-shattering orgasm isn't
a lot to ask, is it?

A Real Life Popper Trainer

Chapter One

I woke up and my head was really fuzzy. It took me a while to realise I was
blindfolded, and when I tried to reach to take it off, I realised my hands
were tied above my head too. It felt like I was sat on the floor, with my
back against what I guessed was the wall given it was so hard. It took me a
while to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was being taken
into the home team locker room to see my Dad. He played on a local rugby
team, and his best friend, who was also our neighbour; had escorted me down
to see him as my mum had to leave with my baby sister as she was starting
to fuss before the match had even finished. My dads best friend, Mr
Harding, or Jack to us; was also on the rugby team but was off for a couple
of months recovering from a hamstring injury, which is why he had access to
the locker room. We were all stood together at the front of the terraces,
and cheering madly throughout the game. Well, except my sister but she's
only two so I suppose she was confused. In fact, she slept through most of
it, which Mum was happy and surprised about as the crowd was really loud.

That loudness seemed a million miles away now, and I was in a world of
silence. It felt like it had earplugs in my ears as I couldn't hear a
thing, but obviously I couldn't check. I struggled to find my voice, and
when I eventually found it, I found there was something holding my mouth
open so I couldn't speak properly. I could only hear myself making a
muffled groan and I'm sure I drooled a little on my chest. I say sure as it
hit my bare skin, and it was then I realised I was naked. I wasn't too cold
or too warm. The only sense I really had available to me was my sense of
smell, and I immediately recognised the smell of the locker room. I'd been
here so many times with my Dad, and so my brain was telling me that's where
I was, but of course I couldn't tell.

Dad! Somehow I'd forgotten about him in all my confusion. He'd be able to
help me. I tried to call out for him but the thing in my mouth rendered it
into another groan.

`NICE TO SEE YOU'RE AWAKE, SAMMY'

The voice in my ears was loud and made me jump, but at least I know I had
what must be noise-cancelling headphones in my ears now.

`CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

I nodded in fear. I didn't recognise the voice, it was distorted like I
sometimes heard in cartoons. It remained loud.

`GOOD BOY. WELCOME TO YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY!'

Birthday party? My birthday party was last weekend? All my friends from
school had come, and some of my cousins were there too, though I was a bit
annoyed at that as they were all younger than me. I was nine now, and I
didn't want my friends from school thinking I still played with children
younger than me.

`I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY FRIGHTENED...'

I nodded vigorously. The voice laughed.

`...BUT THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN. YOU MIGHT NOT THINK IT TO BEGIN WITH, OR
EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH, BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU, YOU'LL BE SCREAMING WITH JOY BY
THE END.'

I wasn't sure what to make of that, so I just kept still.

`TONIGHT YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE MAIN CHARACTER IN YOUR VERY OWN VIDEO
GAME.    THERE WILL BE TEN LEVELS, EACH LEVEL WILL
GET HARDER AS IT GOES ON, AND EACH LEVEL WILL BE HARDER THAN THE ONE BEFORE
IT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'

I nodded tentatively given a) I didn't know what I was agreeing to, and b)
I didn't really have much of a choice.

`COMPLETING EACH LEVEL WILL MEAN YOU GET A REWARD. THIS WILL INCLUDE CHANGE
OF POSITION AND THE REMOVAL OF YOUR BLINDFOLD AND YOUR RING GAG'

At least now I had a name for the thing that was keeping my mouth open and
causing a small stream of drool to run down my chest.

`THERE ARE FIVE RULES TO THE GAME:

1. YOU MUST COMPLETE EVERY LEVEL TO PROGRESS TO THE NEXT ONE. IF YOU FAIL,
YOU'LL HAVE TO START THAT LEVEL OVER.

    1. 2. WE ALL HAVE YOUR BEST INTERESTS AT HEART. WE WON'T HURT
YOU...BEYOND WHAT WE THINK IS ACCEPTABLE.  2.  3. 3. IF YOU NEED HELP WITH
ANYTHING, THEN LET US KNOW. WHILST YOU'RE BOUND, GAGGED AND/OR BLINDFOLDED,
DO THIS BY WAVING ONE OF YOUR HANDS. WE WILL SEE THIS AND WE WILL
ADMINISTER HELP. KNOW THAT HELP WILL NOT MEAN A STOP OR PAUSE. WE WILL GIVE
YOU AS MUCH HELP AS WE SEE FIT. WE MAY ALSO GIVE YOU HELP WITHOUT YOU
ASKING FOR IT. YOU WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND THAT QUICKLY.  4.  5. 4. WE LOVE
YOU, AND WE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. BUT PART OF THAT IS MAKING US FEEL
GOOD TOO, AND THAT MAY HURT. WE MAY ALSO SAY THINGS THAT YOU DO NOT LIKE OR
YOU MAY TAKE OFFENCE TO. THESE ARE THINGS SAID IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT,
AND ARE NOT A REFLECTION OF HOW ANY OF US REALLY FEEL ABOUT YOU.  6.
7. 5.THIS GAME IS PRIVATE. ONCE IT IS OVER, YOU CANNOT MENTION IT TO ANYONE
BUT THE OTHER PLAYERS, AND ONLY THEN WHEN YOU ARE ALONE WITH EITHER ONE OR
A GROUP OF THEM. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SAMMY?'

I struggled to take all the the information the voice was telling me
in. They were going to hurt me? How many of them were there? What levels
would I have to play through? What help were they going to give me?

`DO YOU NEED HELP WITH YOUR ANSWER?'

I nodded rapidly. The voice laughed.

`THAT'S NOT HOW YOU ASK FOR HELP, IS IT?'

I remembered Rule 3 and waved my hands where they were tied high above my
head. The feeling was odd as the blood struggled to reach them.

`GOOD BOY'

I felt something appear under my right nostril, cold like glass, and my
left one was blocked by what I guessed was a finger.

`BREATHE IN'

I breathed in deeply, inhaling the fumes from whatever was under my
nose. It was sharp and chemically and sweet and made my head spin. The
fingers switched nostrils.

`AGAIN'

I breathed in this time through my left nostril. Given I knew what was
coming, I didn't find the smell as acrid but my head swam more, like
whatever I was breathing in was building up in my system. I could feel my
face and body flush, and I groaned as I breathed out. The object under my
nose moved away, as did the fingers.

`GOOD BOY'

I whimpered.

`THAT IS WHAT IS CALLED A `HIT', AND THAT WILL BE YOUR HELP. IF YOU HEAR
THE WORD `HIT', YOU BREATHE IN. SO I ASK YOU FOR THE SECOND AND FINAL TIME,
DO YOU ACCEPT?'

The chemicals in my head made it difficult to process the words it heard,
but I felt myself nodding all the same. Even through the headphones, I
heard what I thought was cheering.

`GOOD BOY'

I felt the energy in the room change, it became deeper and darker. All I
could smell were the last remnants of whatever I'd been forced to breathe
in, combined with the heady smell of the locker room. Sweat and hard work
and pee and dirt and water. It was a pungent combination.

`INITIATING LEVEL ONE'

Immediately I felt hands covering my body, all over. They were soft and
gentle, but still they touched me in places no one had ever touched me
before. They stroked across my little willy and reached under me to cup and
fondle my bum. Straight away I thought of stranger danger and started to
shout it but of course my words fell flat thanks to the ring gag in my
mouth. A finger brushed across my butthole, which simultaneously made me
moan and made me nervous so I tried to escape the hands and my
shackles. The hands turned forceful and held me down, but my hands were
free to move and and they did so unconsciously. `Help' appeared under my
nose without me wanting it to, along with the accompanying fingers.

`HIT!'

I breathed in as I didn't really have a choice, I'd just finished breathing
out when he help appeared. I breathed deep and the fumes relaxed me and I
felt like putty in these strange hands. Their grips relaxed as I did, and
then carried on their gentle but urgent stroking.

`HIT!'

I breathed in deep through the other nostril, and when I was finished, the
fumes and the fingers vanished again. They were such big hits I felt limp,
as if all the oxygen inside me had been replaced by these fumes. The hands
were strong, I could only guess they were men's' hands, large and hairy and
dry in some cases. As my head cleared, I became aware of a stronger
smell. It was like the smell of the locker room turned up to one
hundred. It was almost as strong as the smell of the `Help', and my head
continued to swim with it. My head hung back as far as it could given my
position against the wall as the men continued to feel every inch of my
body and I could do nothing to stop them. My cried for help had become
piteous moans as I realised I was starting to enjoy what they were doing to
me. Eventually I became aware of a different sensation. It started on the
sole of the right foot, and then quickly spread all over my body. It took
me a while to realise I was being licked. One of my cousins has a little
dog and being licked by her was the only parallel I could draw. The licking
intensified. Tongues were almost everywhere, they ran up the inside of my
thighs, across my chest, brushing my nipples, thick wet swipes across my
face, ignoring the features they found there. Spit-slick fingers even
crawled back underneath me and started to probe at my hole, not so gently
this time. The only place I wasn't being licked was my willy and my little
balls. Once I realised this, I realised I was rock hard. I'd only had a
couple of erections before, confusing and wonderful all at the same
time. But this was something else, it felt like it was pulsing and I was
mortified these man could see it. A blush that had nothing to do with the
help blossomed across my entire body like wildfire.

But there was no time for shame. A hand stroked my willy ever so gently,
just a feather-light stroke up and down and I all but screamed in pleasure
through the gag.

`THERE'S OUR LITTLE FAGGOT'

The voice made me jump again, and brought me back down to earth with a
bang. I knew from the older boys at school that `faggot' was a bad word, it
meant you were a boy who liked other boys. Deep down I knew I was one but I
buried those feelings deep and guarded them well. I didn't think there was
anything wrong with a boy who liked other boys. I'd seen them in cartoons,
on other TV shows, and Mum and Dad had a friend called Peter who was
married to another man. Peter was also on Dads' rugby team, and Dad always
spoke very well of him. But the older boys ruled the playground and if they
said being a faggot was wrong, I was only too happy to play along. Of
course, this thought process lasted less than a second. In reality, I
gasped as the voice called me that. Tears began to pool in my eyes, though
of course no one could see them.

`DON'T WORRY SAMMY. BEING A FAGGOT IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF. EMBRACE
IT. IT'S WHY YOUR'RE HERE.'

The tongues continued their onslaught, and I was treated to another stroke
of my willy which made me almost spasm with pleasure. Of course this made
my hands move too and what I was now pretty certain was a glass bottle
appeared back at my nose.

`HIT!'

I breathed in deep, finally making the connection between the bottle and
feeling good.

`GOOD BOY! AGAIN'

I breathed deep again through the same nostril, and the licking
intensified. The stroking on my willy did too.

`THAT'S OUR LITTLE FAGGOT! KEEP BREATHING THOSE FUMES!'

The combination of the mouths and the stroking and the fumes became too
much and with a scream my entire body started to shake. I'd never felt
anything like it before. It was like every part of my body was experiencing
as much pleasure as it could, all at the same time.

`THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE CUNT! CUM FOR US! CUM HARD! LET THOSE POPPERS FEED
YOUR SEXY LITTLE BOY DICK AND RIDE THAT DRYCUM FOR US ALL TO SEE!'

I screamed and shook for a good thirty seconds, all the while breathing in
the fumes and being assaulted by tongues and fingers all over my body. They
licked every part they could reach, except for what the voice had called my
dick, and my balls and I'm pretty sure a finger slipped inside my butt but
I couldn't be sure given my senses were overloaded by what was apparently a
drycum.

As I relaxed, everything vanished and I was left coming down with only my
sense of smell to guide me. I could still smell what the voice had called
poppers but the bottle was gone, replaced again by thick,
testosterone-riddled air of the locker room.

`LEVEL ONE COMPLETE'

I tried to smile but the gag made it impossible. God knows what face I
pulled.

`GOOD BOY'

I stupidly tired to smile again. I just was happy to be a good boy.

`READY FOR LEVEL TWO?'

I nodded again, nervous about advancing but happy I'd completed the first
level.