Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 23:44:48 +0200 From: succum241 Subject: Mick and Friends - 34 Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not your scene or if it is illegal for you to access this material, look away now. If you continue and read this chapter please let me know what you think about it and the story in general. Write to me at: succum241@lycos.co.uk It would be nice for you tell me something about yourself as well so that I can get an idea of who I am writing for. But please only tell me what you want me to know (if anything). I'm not trying to pry into your private life or anything like that. Anything and everything will of course remain confidential. I will try and respond to all mail received. Thanks Rick Chapter 33 ended We went off up to bed at the same time and as I climbed, naked into my bed I felt kind of small as I had so much room without having another person in the bed with me. I'm still a teenage boy and so took a leisurely time over the natural course as my mind replayed some of the scenes from the previous days and my love for David deepened. I hit my climax but had a very weak ejaculation as there couldn't have been that much left to spit out. One swipe of the tissue was enough to clean me up and I fell into a dreamy sleep. Chapter 34 Over the next few weeks David and I did not get much chance to see each other as David had to do a lot of practice for his gymnastics competition and had to rest and eat properly in order to keep his fitness level up and all that. But we did talk a lot on the phone and David assured me he was working on the photographs and looking forward to the next business trip his dad had to make so that he would have an excuse to sleep over with me. I did get a few opportunities to be with David, but not overnight until after the August bank holiday and I went on the club trip. I had agonised over this so much and sweet David had done his best to comfort me. As had Bob also, but nothing would quieten my guilt. Even Bob assuring me that he would release me from the conditions of being his ward as soon as the trip was over did not help to still the niggling voices. I decided I had no choice but to refuse to go and to suffer the consequences for it, but David would have none of it and told me that if I did not go, he would be upset because it meant that I would not always keep my word. He was really good at twisting things around and closing the doors of options one after another. So in the end I went; not so much for myself, but for David and Bob. The day of departure dawned with me having had a very restless night. I know that I slept, but it did not feel like I had. Cliff, Bob's brother and founder of the club was driving and arrived in a 4x4 which had tinted windows and 3 other guys in it. Bob, of course, Michael and Ron Gustav. Mark, Burt and Jim Goldsmith along with two others whom I had not yet met were following in another 4x4 and we were going to meet them at the BP service station on the exit from Witham to the A12. They were already waiting for us when we got there and I along with Mark were moved into the centre of the group and were given our instructions as the potential wards. "OK guys," Jim Goldsmith said. "You are now, to all intents and purposes our property for the weekend. You will obey us and do exactly as you are told, when you are told. Also you will not do anything, without first obtaining our permission. If you want a crap you have to ask first and anything in-between. Got that?" We nodded our agreement. "You will sit in the middle of the back seat and Mick, I will be your master for the trip. Mark, Jim will be your master. Ok. Let's go." Michael finished. We all got back into the vehicles and set off. As the car pulled off the slip road onto the A12, Michael turned to me and said, "Mick, take off your shoes and shirt now please." I obeyed without worrying too much as it was as much as I had expected. He didn't tell me to remove my socks because it was obvious I was not wearing any. My shoes and shirt were thrown over the back seat onto all the bags in the back. "Now undo your fly and then turn around and kneel on the seat facing the back." I was ordered; and again I obeyed. A hand from each side then pulled my jeans down to reveal my naked bum, and a hand came round the front and pulled my cock out and began massaging it to a full erection. Once Michael was satisfied that I was hard, my jeans were pulled down to my knees and I was told to turn around to the front again. Once around, my jeans were removed and thrown to join my other clothes in the back and I was sitting totally naked, travelling along the A12 in a 4x4, with a full blown hard on to boot. "From now on, this little piece is out of bounds. You may not touch it or play with it; not even to pee. While we are travelling if you need to pee, you will have a dress to put on at the services and will go to the ladies loos where you can lift your dress and sit to pee. Oh and we will put our mark on it that will let us know if you have touched it. Now you have got two randy guys either side of you. Make them happy." I knew what that meant and so placed a hand over each of their packages and began to gently rub. Michael had trackie bottoms on that were of a silky material and allowed a good feel while Ron, on the other side was wearing baggy shorts and I soon found out that he also had baggy boxers on and so I was soon rubbing him skin on skin. Also wanting direct contact with Michael, I moved my hand up and slid it under his waistband and found I could also go straight under his boxers because his hard knob was holding the elastic away from his stomach. I decided that as we had a long way to travel, a long slow wank would be the best for the guys and so I did just that. While I was doing them in unison, Michael would give me a bit of a wank to help keep me hard and then rest it for a bit and so on. This kept me hard and horny without shooting a load. This state of status quo continued for some time, we had left the A12 onto the M25 and had crossed the QE2 Bridge heading towards the M4 when Michael said, "By the way. You are not allowed to waste any cum. Both yours and ours. If you are about to blow you have to tell whoever is helping you get there so that they can collect it. And when someone tells you they are about to blow you better get one of your collecting points to cover it in time." "Ok. I got that." I responded. "Good, because I'm getting close now." Michael responded. I stopped playing with Ron and moved so that I could pull his trackies down and get my mouth over his cock and began to ease his final moments with my tongue and lips. As we passed the M3 junction, I was rewarded for my long work with a veritable fountain of jism. I swallowed and swallowed to make sure that none was lost and finished up by licking all the dribbles from his pubes. Ron then complained that I was not meeting his needs and suggested my mouth could be put to good use, so I turned around and helped him pull his shorts and boxers down and then kneeling on the seat, I swallowed his piece and began to give it a good going over with my tongue. I had not been working long on his cock when Michael's hand slid up between my legs and began to fondle my still hard cock, which was hanging down. Then I felt a finger begin to play around my bum and soon it was massaging my pucker and then entering the hole. Now I was being pleasured on three fronts and I knew that it would not take much to bring me to fulfilment. I let go of Ron's knob and told Michael that I was getting close and soon would not be able to control what happened; and went back to ministering to Ron's needs. Michael stopped playing with my cock, but kept his finger deep inside my butt, albeit quite still. Not much later, Ron announced he was close to shooting and in seconds he began to pump his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but after some hours of constant stimulation, Ron's orgasm was big and he pumped out a full flow; thus inevitably a bit did escape my lips which I had to lick up as soon as I relinquished his cock. Michael pulled his finger from my bum when Ron started to cum and when I had finished cleaning up Ron's groin I was instructed to turn over and lie with my feet towards Ron's side of the car and my head and shoulders in Michael's lap. "Be a good boy again, and tell us when you are close to cumming again." Michael told me as he began to play with my still hard cock. I too had been enjoying varying levels of stimulation for some hours of our travelling and so it was not long before I was giving the two guys the heads up that I was about to cum. In a flash, Ron twisted down to swallow the end of my cock while Michael moved his hand between my legs and inserted his finger up my bum again. I did not know that you could manage to get into these positions in the back of a car, but it happened. Ron was good with his mouth and because Michael was hitting my prostrate I began to buck and blow a full build up into Ron. When I had finished, I was made to sit up again in the middle and the other two pulled their clothing up to cover their manhood. I discovered why in a few minutes as the car pulled off the motorway into a services. Michael got out a little bottle and sprinkled this powder onto my cock. "Now if you touch yourself you will get an indelible stain on your fingers." I was advised and they pulled a dress out from the back of the car and told me to let them put it on over me. Then they produced a pair of pink plastic sandals and I had to put those on. I tried saying that I didn't really need to pee, although I really did, and that I could just stay in the car, but they would not allow it. I was led into the building and taken to the ladies loo. "We'll wait for you here, Poppet." Michael told me and I had to make my way inside the ladies loo for the first time in my life. Well it was not that much different from a guys one, except that there were no urinals, just individual cubicles. I was glad that I had not had my haircut for a while and that girls hair fashions were for short hair at the time, so I did not look out of place, except that I was rather tall to not yet have boobs. I made my way into a cubicle and closed the door. Then I pulled my dress up and sat down on the seat making sure that my cock fell inside the bowl. To make sure that I did not pee on myself, I leant forward to help my cock point more directly downwards, and let rip with the piss that had been building up since we left Witham. When I was finished, I realised that I had a bit of a dilemma. I was not allowed to touch Micklet so how could I squeeze the last drops out and clean under the skin? I decided that I had to do it right and knowing that if I touched with my bare skin, I would get marked I took several layers of toilet paper and used them as a barrier between my cock and my fingers and got the shaking done to release the remnants of piss that had stayed behind. When I pulled the tissue away, I could see it beginning to turn purple and so knew that they had not been lying about what they had put on me. As I stood up, I let the dress fall back down to cover me and was thankful that Although fairly short they had not got a miniskirt style for me. When I met back up with Michael who had waited outside he asked, "Did you remember to wash your hands, Poppet?" and I just nodded, unsure if I could keep from laughing if I opened my mouth. "Good. Let me see your hands to check that they are cleaned properly" He ordered. I knew that he was looking for traces of dye and not having any, I confidently showed my hands, turning them over so he could see both sides and I grinned at him to show that I knew what he was looking for. We then went off and got some food and they made me drink a large size coke and then got a few bottles of water for me to drink in the car. I knew I was being set up to be desperate for a piss, but there was nothing I could do about it. When we got back to the car, I was told to sit in the middle and by the time the other two had got in, I had better have nothing more on than the day I was born. So I got in and hurriedly complied even thought both the back doors were still open. Of course by the time the other two got in, my cock was rock hard again and so Michael wiped it down with a wet-wipe and they each gave it some stroking as they got themselves settled into their seats. All the seat belts were clicked into place and we headed off again. As before, Michael and Ron took it in turns to play with me to keep me stimulated but without climaxing. They had clearly practiced this before because they knew when to stop and let me cool off before going on again. We had not been travelling on the M4 for very long when the flow of traffic ground to a halt. Cliff turned the radio on to get a traffic report, and we learned that there had been an accident a few miles ahead of us that had partially blocked the road and so the traffic was being compressed from three lanes into one to get past the accident. The first thing Ron did was to pass me the bottle of water and order me to drink some. I took a swig and passed the bottle back hoping he would accept that and I had not taken in a lot, but he passed it back to me and said that I should have at least another three mouthfuls and he was going to count them as I swallowed. I swallowed the water and did not try to make it look like I was swallowing when I was not as they would notice and then they would have to punish me for disobeying. Four swallows was enough for Ron to let me stop for the time being. We crawled along in the traffic going in fits and starts for some time. Each time a road report came over the radio we were told basically the same thing except that the delays were getting longer as more cars joined the queue then left it. About every quarter of an hour I was given the bottle of water and required to take the four swigs which seemed to satisfy their plan. While all this stop – go movement was going on, there was a similar thing done to my prick. Massage for a bit and then leave it until it began to wilt from a full hard-on; then more massage to bring it to the full again and bring me close to orgasm, but never quite close enough to tip it over the edge. "Let's do a tap dance." Ron said suddenly out of the blue. I was puzzled as I could not see how anyone could do so in the confines of a car; but I was soon to find out. I was ordered out of my seat belt and again to lie across the laps of my two companions with one foot down in the foot well, tucked behind one of Michael's legs and the other leg stuck over the back of the seat going behind Michael's head rest. Ron then took my arm which was closest to the front seats and tucked it under his leg and then put my other arm under his outside arm. This left me completely open to whatever they were to do to me. Ron began to tickle my nipples while Michael played with my cock and balls. Well if this is what they call tap dancing then I'm all for it. Talk about speaking too soon. Ron took a break from playing with my tits to give me my next dose of water. I had now consumed a large coke at the travel stop and a full bottle of water and had started on a second bottle, since the last time I had had an opportunity to relieve my bladder. The next thing I knew I was being belly-tapped. It was gentle at first and quite erotic, but then another hand moved between my belly button and my cock and began to apply pressure on my bladder while the belly-tapping was still going on. Of course the whole aim of this was to bring discomfort to my rapidly filling bladder; and it was successful. "Please, guys, stop. I'm going to need to pee very soon if you carry on with that." I began to plead. "Firstly we'll stop when we want to. And secondly you will just have to make sure you hold it in, because if you pee in Cliff's car, you will be in very serious trouble." Michael said and gave another push into my abdomen. "You'd better take your mind off it." Ron said and lifting both me and himself up a bit he slid his pants off to reveal a hard knob which he promptly stuck in my mouth. I didn't need any other instructions on this front. I knew what to do and began sucking, turning my head to the side to face into his belly so that I could get as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. I was not getting the movement I would have liked to on his cock because of the way I was restrained and the position of his cock in relation to the position of my head. Ron obviously was not getting the pleasure he wanted either and so he had me move until I was lying under his inside leg and had my head nestled in his crotch. In this position I was again captive, but could get more movement on his cock and so be able to suck him to cumming. In the meantime, Michael had stopped putting pressure on my bladder and was finger fucking me. I was pretty sure he was beginning to stretch me for later use and sure enough he began to add a second finger to where the first was going. I don't know how long this went on for, but I became aware of the car picking up speed and realised that we had got passed the accident and were once again moving along in a reasonable way. Then not much later, I still had my head in Ron's crotch, when we began to slow down again. Fortunately this was just to pay the toll at the bridge and we were off again. "It's not much further now, if I remember correctly, isn't it Cliff?" Michael asked our driver. "No. Less than an hour and we will be there, but we have one stop to make first." Cliff answered. "Yes, the little roadside café." Ron said. "Why do we need to stop there?" Bob asked, "I don't remember doing it before." "That's because we don't follow the same game plan every time." Michael told him. Just then, Ron began to breathe a lot heavier and holding my head he began to fuck my mouth and in a few seconds he started to unload into me again. I was quite thankful for that because I was beginning to feel cramped and had a crick in my neck from being in the same twisted position for so long. I think Ron had also been feeling the discomfort because he had me move and return to a sitting position fairly quickly after he shot. The next thing we were slowing again to leave the M4 to head a bit north in southern Wales. We passed through a small village and came out on a narrow track the other side, and almost immediately pulled into this little service station which had a tea room attached to it. The parking was at the back and we pulled up right alongside a door with the wording "Toilet - get key from attendant" written on a small plate screwed to the wooden door. Bob was despatched to get the key and the others began to get out of the car. I stayed where I was because I was still naked and had not been given any orders. The others did not give me a hint of what was to come next either. When Bob returned with the key, they unlocked the door and then told me to get out and go for a pee. "What? Naked like this?" I asked. "You haven't been given any other instructions, have you?" Michael said and so I had no choice but to clamber out of the car and make a dash straight for the door. Besides which, with what they had been forcing me to drink, I desperately needed to pee anyway. "Remember, no touching." Cliff reminded me. The toilet was just that, a small room with the bowl up against the back wall and old overhead cistern to flush with and then a small basin fixed to one wall between the loo and the door. I went to close the door but was stopped and told the door had to remain open for now. I didn't have the time to argue the toss anyway and so walked up to the bowl and stood close enough that my cock was pointing down into it and let fly with a stream of steaming piss. There was a lot in me and so it took some time before I was finished. I then began to try and shake the last drops out of my foreskin by jerking my body back and forth. "Easy now, hold on." Michael called out and came into the room and squeezed and shook my cock to get the last bits of piss out. He then took some tissue off the role and used it to dry my cock off; pulling back the skin to make sure he had got it all dry. "Right now bend over and hold your ankles." I was ordered by Cliff. "We are just going to put some preparation into you for the last bit of the trip and perhaps a bit longer." Now I knew what Michael had been doing with first one then two and finally three fingers pumping my bum. Cliff produced what looked like a string of three rather large beads and without being a rocket scientist I guessed in seconds what was going to happen to them. As I was bent over, they slipped the first one into my bum and then pushed it in as far as they could get and repeated the process for numbers 2 and 3. There was a tail left hanging out my bum with s small flat box attached to the end of it. This they passed between my legs and taped the box to my belly just above where my pubes would end if I had any left there. "We'll just give it a test and then we will be ready. Tell us what you feel." Cliff said. He had another little box in his hand which I realised was a remote and as he pressed one button, I felt a vibration start up deep in my bum. Another button and some more vibration and then the intensity of the vibrating changed; first speeding up and then slowing down to where I could almost not feel it but somehow was aware that it was still there. This seemed to satisfy them that it was working alright as well as having the desired effect as evidenced by my hard cock once more, and so they turned it off. "Right, here's your dress again." Michael said as they put it on me, "Now come with us." They led me around to the front and into the tearoom. We all chose something to eat and drink and carried it to a table in the corner which had a seat with its back to the rest of the tea room. This was the seat I was told to sit in. No sooner had I sat down but the vibrating began in my bum and I could feel as each of the three beads was switched on. My cock rose to full mast picking up the hem of my short dress, which slid down my cock and I realised that now my cock was pointing upwards and was fully exposed but I could not do a thing about it. I was kept on the vibrations for the whole time we were sitting there but for most of it they were on that slow rate which actually caused my erection to not only stay firm, but really get solid. When we had finished, we all stood up and as I stood my cock held the dress up and pointed out into the world for all to see. I was embarrassed of note. Michael pulled the dress down, but there was still clear evidence of a tent and I had to walk out of the tea room like that. I didn't look to see if any of the other occupants noticed. I couldn't bear to know if one did. But I was marched around to the car like that and as we drew near to the car, Michael and Ron stripped me by pulling the dress up over my head and I had to finish the last few yards naked and sporting a massive erection. Needless to say, I did not waste time getting in the car, even though I was really enjoying it in an odd sort of way. The others got in and we set off on the last leg of our journey. Cliff passed the remote to Michael and for the rest of the trip, he played around with it. He altered the rate of vibration of each of the beads in turn and kept asking me for a running commentary on what was happening and how I thought it was affecting me. I showed how it was affecting me to a large extent as my stiffy remained super rigid without any other stimulation other than the beads up my bum and I had a continual leak of pre-cum. And this is the way I was when we arrived at our destination about half an hour after leaving the tearoom. We pulled up outside a rather nice looking bungalow set into the side of the hill. We were first and I found out later that as we left the tea room, the other vehicle pulled in and they gave Mark the same treatment as me with the same effect, even to lifting the dress up. I was ordered out of the car and told to unpack everything and bring it into the cottage. This I did with the others still playing around with the settings on the beads and so I carried out the job with a constant raging hard-on. Just as I was finishing I felt that I was very close to shooting and so told them as ordered. Cliff ordered me to go to him and he took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me as he wound the rate of vibration up high and squeezed my cheeks together with his hand. This forced one of the beads to press against my prostate and bring on my orgasm. An orgasm of extreme intensity. How much cum I produced will never be known because Cliff drank it all down. And as the spasms began to ease off, so he slowed the vibrations down and let go of my cock. But he didn't turn the things off and so even though I had just cum, my cock remained totally hard. Well they have finally made it to the cottage for the initiation. Guess what the next chapter or two will be covering! Please write to me at the address above and let me know what you think. Rick