BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter One
Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun. If you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah! However -- if you do please let autor know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
I just loved nights like this, warm and sultry, no work the following day to get up for, feeling on top of the world, fit and randy with just enough alcohol to take the fetters off. As I rode my bike a couple of towns away to my intended rest stop I revelled in the feel of the wind over my legs and slightly up my shorts, also flowing over my chest through the half done zip on my jacket. Feeling the weight of heavy chain around my neck balanced by the leather straps round my cock and balls just waiting to be joined by the wrist and ankle restraints kept my mind and my cock well occupied for the hour it took me to cover the odd 60 miles.
When I pulled of the road into the dirty sandy parking area I could see my luck was probably in.
Three artic lorries probably putting up for the night and several cars came into immediate view under the moonlight as I switched off my engine and heads, coasting over to the trees by the rest room to park up myself. I knew my body was slightly on display in the shadows as I removed my jacket and old boots, placing them in a pannier and taking out the leather restraints. Taking my time to fit them, ankles, wrists, upper arm, I made sure anyone watching got glimpses of various parts of my body being twisted and flexed in order to fit the straps. Finally passing another leather belt around my waist I stood up and moved slowly toward the restroom.
I just knew there were eyes on my body as it strolled in and out of the shadows and heard at least a couple of vehicle doors open and close during my journey. As I got closer it could be seen the lights were out, or more probably broken but that was no matter as I knew sufficient light came through the dirty skylights to see what might be happening without being bright enough to see any faults with the bodies I anticipated making use of mine shortly.
It was the smell that did it, that mixture of damp cement mixed with piss and sex, the minute I walked through the door my erection hardened to an extent that was painful. It would have been painful even if my cock and balls had not been strapped up. As it was the sudden increase in constriction had me gasp and come to a stop. I didn't even notice for a moment the floor was wet and slightly muddy from the evening showers under my bare feet, or that there were already a few men standing at the urinal.
I can't claim I was the best-looking guy in there but knew I looked quite good, especially dressed as I was. I felt myself to be on display and of course that was the general idea, it fucked with my brain to know other men were looking at my near naked body with only one thing on their minds. Sex.
Hopefully some of them would be happy to use my body to get their rocks off. I'm 24, nearly six foot with a slim, reasonable body and mousy blond hair, no body hair as what little I do have is shaved each weekend. Making my way toward the urinal which consisted of a wide flush trough a couple of the present occupants moved to one side as I turned round and crouched down with my back to the cool piss soaked tiles.
In a moment there was a short fat cock being waved around in front of my face, 'You want my piss boy?'
'Yes Please Sir.' As you can see I was brought up to be polite.
He wasn't the only one as within a moment there were two streams of piss playing over my face, body and open mouth, soaking my hair and running down to re-soak my shorts that hadn't been washed now for several visits here.
'That's a real pig boy we got here.' 'Yeah! Seen him before. He's real good.' 'That's filthy.' I didn't hear whomever that was leaving in a hurry. 'He'll be filthier before we leave.' All that sort of talk was getting to me, helping to separate my mind from my body, sending it to that place where it would float, looking down on my abused body with a sense of wonder and satisfaction. It would take a while yet and a fair bit of action but I could feel something good was going to happen.
'Get up!' A hand slapped my face lightly and then yanking bon my hair half pulled me erect. 'Drop those shorts boy. You wont be needing them for a while.' All I had to do was unfasten my belt and wriggle my hips for the weight of the soaking shorts dropped them down to my ankles into the piss filled trough. 'Step right out of them now, they can stay down there and get nice and dirty for you to ride home in.' I didn't recognise either the black face or the voice but either he'd been here and seen me used before or was a natural.
'Yes Sir!'
'You wont be needing this either but I will,' as he reached forward and removed the spare leather belt still laying loosely round my waist. 'I will need it wont I boy?' When I took a moment to reply his hand came up and backslapped my face left and right, 'Answer me.'
'Of course you will Sir. Its for your enjoyment.'
'That's better boy. Stand out here where everyone can see you better. You got any weights for those balls?'
'Yes Sir! In my shorts.'
'Don't fuck me around then. Get down there and fish them out.'
As I knelt to feel for my shorts laying in the half flooded trough my belt landed across my backside with a crack. 'Get a move on boy!' It landed again, this time with enough force to jerk my body forward where my lowered head came in contact with the trough and I surfaced gasping and spluttering from being half drowned with a mixture of piss and whatever else had been falling in that trough this evening.
'Can't get enough eh? Have to see if we can give you the rest later on. The stalls stink enough to be full.' Oh No! That was seldom my scene. This night may be going too far.
Even so, I stood up, holding a couple of weights hanging on short chains in one hand and a pair of nipple clamps in the other which I held out toward him only to receive another couple of backhanders that half stunned me for a moment.
'I don't want them stupid boy. They're for you. Put the clamps on, quick now.'
I couldn't help but gasp as I clamped them on my nipples and adjusted the side screws to increase the tension. My nipples had not been touched for several days and were not really ready for this sort of abuse. 'Hurts I hope?' he asked.
'Yes thank you Sir,' I replied.
'Good. Your stomach as fit as it looks?
''I think so Sir.'
'Clench it then boy. I'm going to find out,' and he swung a fist lightly at me. I couldn't help but flinch as his fist just lightly grazed me.
'I never told you to move boy. That needs punishment. Get down on the floor and clean my boots.'
I wasn't quick enough for him and the belt landed a couple of times across my shoulders before I knelt down and lowered my head to his black leather half boots.
'Get flat on the floor. Lay your slave body flat in all that mud and piss and cum so these people can see just what your body is here for.' I lay down flat as instructed, feeling all the muck he mentioned squish under me. He raised one foot and placed it on my head, increasing the pressure until my face lay flat sidewise down and I could see his other boot just in front of my mouth. 'Start licking boy.'
I stuck my tongue out and found it would just reach his boot which I started to lick and clean as far as my position would allow.
I half heard comments from the crowd now filling the restroom and watching my abuse. 'Gross! 'I wouldn't do that' 'Id fuck that are though' 'Wonder what his mouth is like.' Wouldn't mind working that body over.' All sorts of things like that.
'You cant do a good job like that boy. Turn over.' He removed his foot from my head and I turned over onto my back looking straight up at a crowded ring of faces. 'Open your legs,' this accompanied by a kick to my waist.
'His foot was pressing on my balls. Squashing them against the floor. 'Is that good boy? Can you feel it.'
'Yes Sir,' I just about manage to gasp out between moans, 'Thank you.'
He lifted his foot and rested it on my stomach. 'What were we saying about your tum? Is it as strong as it looks?' applying more weight. I was gasping, my body attempting to wriggle around and away from the pressure but to no avail. I knew my eyes were watering and could feel my face getting hot. The pressure eased. 'What will you do if I take my foot off boy?
'Anything you say Sir.'
'Anything?'
'Whatever will please you Sir. Its what I'm here for. For you.'
He'd hardly used the belt on me and not with any great force but I was already starting to fly.
Sense and sensibility had flown out of the dirty skylight.