Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2021 19:58:34 +0000 From: Lcb29 Subject: A Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter Three Hey guys, I hope you like this one. Just a warning, this is very piss-heavy, so if you're not into that kind of thing, I wouldn't suggest reading it. My continued thanks for the amazing feedback from the first two chapters. I've had some great (long) chats with some really great guys, and had some some great suggestions from you (one of which is sort of incorporated into this chapter); and I'd love to have more. Most importantly, this story below is completely fiction, and it should stay that way. Leave your fantasies in your head, where they belong. Let kids be kids. Again, as with chapters one and two, this story acts as popper trainer. 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. There are A LOT of hits in this chapter, be warned. You don't have to do them all, go at your own pace. Last, and by no means least, donate to Nifty. It's an amazing place that has kept me cumming for years. Support it as much as you can! Chapter Three `READY FOR LEVEL THREE, SLUT?' I nodded in my exhaustion. `THIS LEVEL REQUIRES ANOTHER CHANGE IN POSITION, SO I'M GOING TO UNLOCK YOUR HANDS, OK SAMMY?'' I nodded again. I felt hands moving near mine, and then my hands fell down, awkwardly hitting me on the top of the head. `YOU NEED TO GET UP, SAMMY. CAN YOU WALK?' I tried to stand up, but I'd been in pretty much the same position since this whole ordeal started, and my knees all but gave way. `DON'T WORRY, YOU WON'T BE THE FIRST BOY WE'VE CARRIED' Strong arms picked me up and drew me against their very hairy body, and without meaning to I clung to it, hard. If this was going to be the only real affection I had before I completed this game, I was going to take advantage. In the state I was in, I completely missed the admission that other boys had gone through this too. I was only carried for about 15 seconds, before I was set down again, still on my knees. The floor was cold and hard, and I guessed it was tiles. `ANOTHER PART OF THIS LEVEL IS THAT WE REMOVE YOUR BLINDFOLD AS WE DON'T WANT IT TO GET WET. IS THAT OK WITH YOU, SAMMY?' Why would the blindfold get wet? I couldn't figure that one out, so I nodded again. `GOOD BOY' A hand ruffled my hair, and then whatever was acting as a blindfold was removed gently. I blinked a couple of times, trying to see, but I still couldn't. It took me a while to realise that was because although the blindfold had been removed, the room was pitch black. How the men could see anything was beyond me, but that wasn't my problem to deal with. 'WE'RE READY NOW SAMMY, SO ARE YOU READY FOR LEVEL THREE?' `Yes, sir' I croaked. `GOOD. INITIATE LEVEL THREE' Nothing happened straight away, but I could feel more than see men moving around me. I couldn't count them obviously as it was so dark, but there were a lot of them, and I now believed the voice when it said there were twenty men. Where and why someone would find twenty men to violate a nine year old boy was a question that soon bubbled up in my mind now I had a little time to think, but that was soon cut short. 'YOU'VE BEEN A VERY GOOD LITTLE FAGGOT SO FAR, SAMMY, SO I THINK IT'S ONLY FAIR YOU GET A TREAT' If the lights were on, I'm sure my confusion would be written across my face. `BUT FIRST, I THINK THIS LITTLE COCKSUCKER NEEDS SOME HELP.' The bottle appeared. `HIT!' `HIT!' I huffed deeply in each nostril before the poppers moved away again. `FANCY A DRINK, SAMMY?' `Please' Again, I thought I could hear cheering over the low music still playing in my ears. I wondered what I would get to drink, and how they would hand it to me in the dark. I thought about holding my hand out, but decided against it. All of a sudden, a quick splash of something warm hit my chest. Instinctively, I turned to see where it was coming from, but obviously that was fruitless. Another hit my back, then another still my left arm. These quick jets lasted barely a second and confused me more than ever. What was it? Why was it warm? Was it tea or something? Warm milk? My mum give me warm milk before bed sometimes when I'm not feeling well, and the temperature seemed the same. `THIS LEVEL IS GOING TO BE VERY FUN, COCKSLUT. YOU'VE GOT TO TRY AND GUESS WHERE THE DRINKS GOING TO COME FROM, AND THEN MOVE YOUR MOUTH TO GET IT? OK?' How could I guess given I couldn't see anything? But I was given no time to think as another jet hit my right leg. I jerked around to face where I thought it was coming from, my mouth open, but the jet stopped before I got there. A blast hit me in the stomach, and this time I caught the end of the it in my mouth. I couldn't tell what it was, but it certainly wasn't warm milk! It was strong, a little bitter, and the taste reminded me of something but I couldn't think what. The poppers were also making my head spin as I moved quickly to catch each blast. I was taken out of my deliberations by another splash of warm liquid hitting me square in the butt. I turned as fast as I could, but obviously I was too slow. `ISN'T THIS A FUN GAME, FAGGOT?' I didn't have time to answer as I was hit by three jets at the same time, one on my back, one on my left arm, and another on the side of my head. I didn't catch any of them, but I felt the warm liquid begin to run down my body, cooling slightly as it went. The only thing i could think of was that the men were stood in a circle around me, firing me with super soakers! It seemed stupid, but it was all I could think of. Though what they were filled with was entirely beyond me. I shook my head, feeling whatever the liquid was spraying around me as I did so, the shot to the side of my head must have soaked that part of my head. `NO? WHY AREN'T YOU ENJOYING IT?!' asked the voice. `I need a drink' I rasped out. The voice laughed. The bottle reappeared. `HIT!' `HIT!' The room began to spin. `YOU WANT A DRINK?! YOU GOT IT, SAMMY. HEAD BACK, MOUTH OPEN. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, FUCKSLUT, WE'LL GIVE YOU A DRINK'. I did as instructed, and in the few seconds of nothingness that followed, I thought I must have looked so stupid. But then there was no time for thought. I was hit by what seemed to me a dozen streams. Most hit my face, some my chest and upper back. But the men repositioned whatever they were using to aim, and soon almost every one of these streams landed in my open mouth. There was so much, the liquid overflowed from my mouths before I even had chance to swallow; but I swallowed quickly. It was warm and oddly smooth as it went down, I leant forward as I swallowed, and the streams followed me, over a dozen of them hitting my head at various points. I coughed with the aftertaste and they all stopped one by one. `TASTY, PIG?' `I don't know. It's weird' I said once I'd stopped coughing, `what is it?' I could definitely hear laughing this time. `OH SAMMY, SUCH A NAIVE LITTLE SLUT. YOU'LL SUCK OUR DICKS STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR FAGGOT THROAT, YOU'll GUZZLE THE CUM OF 20 MEN STRAIGHT FROM THE TAP; BUT YOU STILL CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT?!' There was a mocking tone to the voice I hadn't heard before, and I didn't like it. I shook my head defiantly, presumably covering the men around me with the spray of whatever the liquid was as I shook like a wet dog. A hand ran through my sopping hair, and gently stroked my face. I hated myself for leaning into it as the voice spoke into my ear. `OH, SWEET LITTLE JIZZMONKEY! IT'S NO WONDER YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS. NO NINE YEAR OLD BOY COULD EVEN IMAGINE WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU IN THEIR DARKEST DREAMS. WOULD YOU LIKE A HINT?' I nodded fervently, feeling the liquid flick from my hair to my back and torso. The hand left my face, and came back seconds later with the poppers. `GOOD BOY! NOW HIT DEEP!' `AGAIN!' Those two hits were some of my deepest yet, and I felt my tongue lolling out of my mouth. The bottle moved away, and a pair of strong hands held my head in place. Something sat on my tongue, not moving, barely in my mouth. In my popper-haze, I struggled to realise it was a dick, but soft this time. No sooner had I realised this than it began to shoot something straight into my open mouth. I then realised what this liquid was, what the men had been drenching me in. It was pee! I began to struggle but the hands held my head firmly, and my legs, especially my knees; were weak from knelt down for so long, so I didn't achieve much short of having the pee fall from my mouth and down over my body. `HA! I THINK THIS LITTLE PISSMONKEY HAS FIGURED IT OUT, BOYS!' The laughter from outside the headphones was back. `I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE STRUGGLING, SAMMY. YOU DRANK IT WHEN YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS.' The stream into my mouth had finished, and the cock disappeared from my mouth. I was left alone again, gargling the remnants of this mans pee. `But it's pee...' I argued meekly. `CALL IT PISS, FAGGOT' `Ok... it's piss. It's gross' `IS IT, SAMMY? IT IS REALLY GROSS?' The voice was softer this time, more persuasive. Combined with the repetitive beats I began to loose my resolve. The bottle appeared again. `HIT DEEP MY LITTLE PISSBOY' Only one hit this time, but before I could exhale,    mouth appeared on mine, kissing me gently. I was so confused I didn't kiss back, and the man must not have liked that so he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and ground my face into his. His stubble was short and rough, and I finally connected the smell of the liquid with that of pee...piss. His tongue broke into my mouth, and he began to kiss me like I'd seen adults do in films, but I'd never done myself. Obviously I wasn't as active as he liked as he shook the back of my head. I started to slowly push back with my tongue and I felt his exhale through his nostrils. As soon as he'd opened my mouth sufficiently, a rush of liquid poured in. More piss! He must have been holding it in his mouth! I gagged but had no choice but the hands held me so close there was no chance of spitting it out, so I swallowed it. It went down easier than the last mouthful, despite me actually knowing what I was drinking. Perhaps my body was getting used to it? `THERE'S A GOOD BOY! SWALLOWING PISS AND FRENCHING WITH A MAN OLD ENOUGH TO BE HIS FATHER!' The man who was old enough to be my father pulled back from the kiss, and planted a gentle peck on the end of my nose. He ruffled my sodden hair again as I presume he stood up. `NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DRINKING, CAN WE CARRY ON?' I paused. `REMEMBER YOU NEED TO COMPLETE EACH LEVEL IF YOU'RE TO MOVE ON AND EVENTUALLY WIN THE GAME. WE CAN KEEP YOU HERE AS LONG AS WE NEED TO SAMMY.' I knew all that, but it didn't mean anything. I wasn't sure I could do it, but I didn't really have a choice. But suddenly, an idea came to me. `Help' My voice was so quiet I couldn't even hear it. `WHAT WAS THAT, BABY FAG?' `Help' I said again, my voice a little stronger this time. `FUCK YEAH!' roared the voice, and I could definitely hear hoots and jeers around me. `HANDS AND KNEES, FAGGOT!' I complied slowly, the muscles in my legs fighting against me, and taking care not to slip on the piss-slick tiles. As soon as I was in position, hands reached down and stroked me all over, and when I say all over, I mean it. They explored my rock hard hairless little dick and empty sac, and a couple of rough, brutish fingers ran up and down my crack not so gently. The bottle appeared at my nose again, as I knew it would. `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' My head began to swim, and the hands running over my body felt like they doubled, trebled as the poppers coursed through my system. 'THIS TIME YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE A MOUTH HIT, POPPERSLUT. PURSE YOUR LIPS LIKE YOUR GOING TO WHISTLE AND THEN JUST SUCH IN THE FUMES. NOW HIT!' This was a new sensation for me, and it felt like it could actually feel the fumes flowing down into my lungs. It was a very odd experience. As soon as the bottle moved away, so did the hands, and I couldn't tell whether I was actually swaying or not, or it was just the poppers making me feel like I was. Streams of what I know knew were piss hit my body all over, the poppers made it feel like it was searing hot. I was almost instals drenched in the piss of these unknown men from head to toe. I Was blasted in my face, and had to close my eyes to stop it going in them. I remembered the now-forgotten blindfold, and was oddly happy they'd removed it before we started this level. A hand reached down to open my mouth and semi-hard dick forced its way inside, pissing constantly. I relaxed my throat and just let him piss directly into my stomach, and now I certainly heard cheers. Once his stream ran dry, his dick was replaced my another, and the mans piss was weaker and far more drinkable. I actually felt myself sucking it out of his dick. `THAT'S IT, YOU SEXY LITTLE POPPERED-UP PISSMONKEY! SUCK THAT PISS OUT OF THAT FAT COCK!' I groaned as I did what was instructed, and was treated to an affectionate ruffle of my wet hair. As the man pulled out, I was drawn to another odd sensation, odder than the rest that beset my body. A man had placed the head of his dick against my hole and was pissing against it. It hurt and felt amazing all at the same time, and I moaned out loud as the heavy, steady stream thundered against my hole, almost making it vibrate. `THAT'S A FUCKING GOOD SIGN, BOYS!' said the voice, but I had no idea what he actually meant. I felt hands reaching down to hold my butt cheeks apart as the man carried on pissing. There was so much, he must have been saving it up all day! He began to push against my hole, and I wondered what he was trying to do. The bottle reappeared under my nose. `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' My head swam and my body relaxed, including my hole. I felt it open slightly and the stream of piss began to go inside my body. I was so confused. Why would they want to do that? `PUSH IT OUT, PIG BOY' I understood what they meant and pushed as if I needed to go to the bathroom, and I could feel myself expel the strange mans' piss. It fought against the mans now diminishing stream, There was cheering again. Something wet and stinky was shoved in my mouth, and though I couldn't tell what it was, I could tell that it was absolutely soaked in piss. Without me even sucking it, piss began to run down my throat. Hands picked me up, flipped me over and laid me on my back. They held my hands above my head against the tile and spread my legs wide. Even though it was pitch black, I felt like I was stake out on display for this group of perverted men. `SUCK THAT PISS FROM THAT RIPE JOCKSTRAP, SAMMY' A jockstrap? Soaked in piss? In my mouth? I couldn't even comprehend it, and it was actually happening to me! Streams continued to pour down onto me, a seemingly endless amount of boiling hot piss. They slowly began to all move to aim at my little dick, and their aim was remarkable given there was no light. The constant stimulation of the piss against my dick, as well as the jockstrap in my mouth, was making me feel funny again. I began to writhe on the floor. `YOU GOING TO CUM AGAIN, SAMMY? TREAT US ALL TO ONE OF YOUR FUCKING HOT LITTLE BOYGASMS?' I couldn't answer, my mouth was full, so I just moaned loudly. `FUCK YEAH, YOU ARE. NEED HELP?' I nodded frantically. I was in such a state, I just wanted to feel those amazing feelings again, and I was pretty sure the men had run out of piss. The jock was torn from my mouth suddenly, and the poppers were shoved under my right nostril. `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' `HIT!' I was panting my the time I finished, I felt like I was flying and my body felt like it was on fire. `LET'S HELP OUR LITTLE PISS PIG CUM, BOYS!' Instantly, the tongues and fingers of what I assumed was all the men began to caress me again. This time though, they were harder, rougher, one pulled my nipple with his teeth to the point it almost hurt. They licked up the piss that coated my body, warming me up where it had gone cold. Tongue after tongue explored my mouth, making out with me deep. In my poppered-up state, I could do nothing but lay there and let them kiss me. But on about kiss number 9, I began to realise I liked it, and began to kiss back. I was kissing this stranger as deep as I could when a finger slipped inside my butt! I squealed into this mans' mouth, and I felt more than heard him laugh as he pulled away from my face. The finger continued to crawl further inside me, slowly as if he knew it would hurt to go too fast. Eventually, when I figured he had about half of his finger inside me, he crooked it and hit something inside my bum. I don't know what it was, but it felt fucking amazing! I literally saw stars. I felt my dick pulse, something I'd never felt before. `FUCK YEAH! WORK THIS LITTLE SLUTS FUCKNUT!' I couldn't even begin to understand what the voice was on about, but it didn't matter. My body felt amazing. The hands and mouths were bringing me to the edge over and over again. `Please!' I screamed without even realising I was going to. Everything stopped for a split second, before starting up again, harder and faster than before. `THAT'S IT BOYS, LET'S MAKE LITTLE SAMMY CUM AGAIN!' `HIT SLUT!' I did, deep. A huffed for a good twenty-five seconds. `HOLD IT IN POPPER PIG! DON'T BREATHE OUT UNTIL I SAY!' This was new, but I did as I was told. The voice hadn't really guided me wrong so far. He told me it was going to be hard, and it was; but he also told me they would make me feel good, as they certainly had. Although I didn't know what what I was doing, I was certain it would be good. I held my breath, and held it some more. I felt the poppers rushing through my system, but they felt oddly muted, as though they were inhibited by me holding my breath. `ALMOST THERE FUCKER!' A hand came down and pinched my nose and covered my mouth so I couldn't breathe out anyway. `TEN!' `NINE!' `EIGHT!' `SEVEN!' `SIX!' The finger in my butt moved inexorably slowly against what the voice had called my `fucknut' and I writhed in the piss on the floor and wailed into the hand over my mouth. Hands and tongues continued to stimulate me all over, finally reaching my dick and playing with it roughly. `FIVE!' `FOUR!' `THREE!' `TWO!' `ONE!' The hand on my face vanished, and I gasped for air. As I did no, the poppers hit, and they hit hard! It was the hardest hit I'd taken so far and my entire body felt like electricity was coursing through it. A mouth latched onto my dicklet and a tongue started to stimulate the head of my immature cock. My boygasm hit me like freight train and I screamed with pleasure. The mouth worked my cock hard and the finger in my butt worked whatever it was that was inside my bum harder still. The entire body was wracked with pleasure and even though I was all but held down, I slid across the floor repeatedly my body experienced the most pleasure it had ever felt. `FUCK YEAH, PISS PIG! RIDE THAT CUM, YOU FUCKING HOT LITTLE CUNTBOY!' As I started to relax, the hands and tongues moved away from my body, the finger slipped out of my butt, and hands holding my hands and legs let go. I was exhausted, but it was the greatest pleasure I'd ever felt. I was covered in spit where the mouths had licked the piss off me, laying in what was essentially a puddle of cooling piss, but I was a happy boy. Perhaps the voice was right in telling me I was a pig. `LEVEL THREE COMPLETE' I almost laughed I was so proud of myself. `WELL DONE YOU SEXY LITTLE PISSPIG!' I did laugh this time. You know, that odd little laugh you do when you're knackered and you don't really know what else to do. `READY FOR A LITTLE BREAK BEFORE LEVEL FOUR?' I nodded. I didn't know what was coming, but if they were offering me a break, I knew I should take it.