Dudes gotta pay his debts

DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 4

I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a high street solicitor. If you'd like to read about my first sexual encounter with a bloke, check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes

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Guys, thanks for all of the appreciative emails. Part 3 was going to be the last one in that series, but I've decided to continue it.

In response to your questions and to clear up my age, I am 32 years old as of now (December 2024). I turned 32 in November (I was born in November 1993). "Dirt in the dunes" took place in January 2010, a couple of months after I turned 17. In the summer lockdown of 2020, when "Dude's gotta pay his debts - Part 1" takes place, I was 27.

The other question is, how much of the story is true?:

• The description I give of myself and my life in general is completely true.

• "Dirt in the dunes" is a completely true account of how I lost my cherry to a guy, and the other details in the sort are also true.

• "Dude's gotta pay his debts - Part 1" is substantially true. I did get myself in that situation, pretty much. However the Thug, who's real name was Leroy, wasn't quite that agressive, and I wasn't quite that reluctant. He didn't douche me and he didn't have a playroom, he basically just fucked me raw on his sofa. We did have some piss play in his bath, much as I described it, and he did make me fuck my trainer. He didn't take compromising photos though, and he did let me shower and dress before I left! Afterwards, I was super-paranoid and anxious because it was my first bareback sex for a long time. PrEP wouldn't become freely available on the NHS for another 8 months, but I was really lucky that the sexual health clinic I used was able to get me on it. Leroy and I were fuck buddies for a few mnonths until I finished paying off the loan, and for a while afterwards, until his interest moved elsewhere.

• "Dude's gotta pay his debts - Part 2" happened pretty much as I described it, except that Leroy did let me cum and he didn't trade me to the entirely-fictional Unit 16 :-)

• "Dude's gotta pay his debts - Part 3" - sorry to disappoint, this is total fantasy! But it would be awesome wouldn't it?

Now on with Part 4...

By way of recap, my name is Dave. I have always kept myself fit since being a beach kid growing up in Sydney. Proper weights with big lifts 3-5 times a week, running or pool swimming 2-3 times. I've got a good muscular build, 5'11" and about 82kg. My belly is flat and hard, with a shadow of a 6 pack. My cock is average length, maybe around 6.5 inches and cut, but nice and thick. A medium covering of dark blond hair fans out over my pecs and narrows to a trail down to my pubes. I've got a little hair on my shoulders and upper back but not a lot, aside from a patch at the base of my spine over my ass crack. My pits, arms, legs and crack are pretty hairy. I've got broad size 11.5 feet. I trim my bush and shave my sack and shaft but I don't usually touch any other body hair. No piercings other than a silver ring in my right ear, but a scattering of six or seven small, random tattoos around my body that I've picked up over the years.

After working as a lawyer in Sydney for a few years I quit and went backpacking around Europe before settling in London to work as a high-street solicitor in Brixton, London. In March 2018, when I started work, I was 25 years old. A decent income, nothing flash. I kept my beard but trimmed it tidily and clippered my hair down to a grade 1 all over.

In the COVID-19 Lockdown over Spring/Summer 2020, I was 27 years old. I was furloughed and money got tight. I didn't want to damage my credit rating so I turned to a former client to borrow some cash - which was really stupid. This dude had been charged with various petty drug offences and other minor shit in the past, and once was picked up by the cops in a public loo getting serviced by a scally twink. But he was a totally masculine Thug. You can read what happened to me on Nifty at "Dude's gotta pay his debts" (link above), but to cut a long story short I couldn't pay the Thug back as quickly as he wanted, so he decided I was going to work off my debt with my bod. In his grubby council flat he made me strip, humiliated me, fucked me in both holes, used toys on my ass, made me clean my assjuices off his cock with my mouth, and drenched me in piss. On two separate occasions he made me service his needs and take his long, thick mixed-race cock, cum and piss.

But it turned out he also owed a debt, and he had the idea to rent me to his creditor to clear his debt and mine in the bargain. At a deserted suburban London industrial estate, in Unit 16, I was forced to play the sub in a BDSM gay porn scene which was filmed and later posted online. I have to admit, it was outrageously hot and it did clear what I owed the Thug. Most interestingly, an email from the onscreen Boss arrived later, asking if I was up for more on-camera sub work - he said I looked fucking hot and was a natural sub. £500 for a day's filming with a professional crew, maybe more depending on how far I'm willing to go and what I'm willing to do or have done to me.

Intrigued, I tell him I'll get back to him. I mull it over endlessly until I decide that I'd really like to try it, more as a remunerative hobby, as long as it kept being fun and my identity was hidden, and as long as I needed the money. The next day I called the Boss back and told him I was up for it. I could hear the broad grin in his voice as we started to talk limits. I wanted to be masked at all times, and though I didn't mind some light swatting and whipping, I really wasn't up for pain, blood or scat. I was now on PrEP so bareback and breeding was cool, as was ATM and piss. I could be available evenings and weekends, preferably with at least a week's notice.

So, that could have been awesome, discrete but exciting fun with good money. But I had to fuck it up, didn't I? Work got busy as furlough wound down and I started going back into the office 2-3 days a week. I got my beard neatly trimmed, and when my hair grew back to a thick, blond 3/4 inches all over, I got a sharp high fade from a zero up to a grade four on top, which I kept slick and shiny with wax. When I wasn't working I was back in the gym, now that it was open. I'd kept in good shape over lockdown with running and bodyweight exercises in the park, plus swinging a couple of heavy kettlebells around in my modest studio flat. But I really missed lifting heavy and started to seriously make up for lost time, switchign up my diet and recovering some hard, compact bulk, some good vascularity and better definition, especially in my abs. Keen to show it off, I clippered my pits, chest, and belly hair down - not too short, but a thorough tidy up - as well as trimming down my bush and thighs. I even had my first back, sack and crack waxing to lose my shoulder hair and get my balls and shaft smooth and ass clean. In Camden one day I spontaneously treated myself to a new tatt, a Death's Head Moth in black and grey running lengthways on the inside of my right forearm. Other than that, I looked proper clean-cut, and I swung back towards girls almost as a reaction to my man-on-man whoring over lockdown. Most weekends I was able to pick up a shag and had a couple of MFF and MMF sessions too. I couldn't bring myself to ditch the PrEP though, because I liked rawdogging chicks, and every so often when I was super horny, I'd still frequent the gay saunas of London to suck, fuck and get fucked skin-on-skin. Typically, I'd do that after a late night at the office, when I hadn't had a chance to douche. I'd upped my dose of fibre capsures as part of my supplement regime, so after I did my morning dump and showered, it's not like my chute was full of shit. But I did develop a taste for sucking the bitter assjuices off a guy's cock after it had been up in my guts.

The Boss called and left a few messages over about six weeks but I always ignored them, especially as he started to leave even more irate voicemails. I'd gone off the idea of the porn sideline - it seemed like a fun idea when I needed the cash and I was cooped up in the flat, but once things returned halfway to normal it began to feel more like a stupid idea, and some guilt and shame over what I'd done bubbled around in the back of my mind. What had been fucking hot now seemed sleazy and reckless, part of another life.

One Saturday morning at the start of September, I came back from the gym with my grocery shopping, did my vacuuming and cleaned the kitchen. After my protein shake I stripped off, got my laundry bag ready for a laundromat trip, and eased out a nice big shit before flushing and cleaning the loo. I then cleaned the inside of the shower while washing myself. At one point I slipped a soapy finger into my asshole and gave it a good wash while also soaping my cock - I was hoping to pull at a club with the lads later tonight and if I could get a chick to rim me, I'd be a happy boy.

So there I was after my wash, lounging barefoot on my sofa wearing grey trackie bottoms over fresh white Lonsdale briefs and a sleeveless tshirt. Suddenly my phone pinged with a WhatsApp message. It was the Boss, and I groaned out loud. I was hoping he'd got the message and forgotten about me. But his message had several photos attached - when I saw them, a wave of nausea washed over me. You see, back the first time Leroy the Thug used me in his flat, he'd taken photos of me on his phone, naked in his bathtub, drenched with piss, with my hard cock inside one of my grubby white trainers. The series of pix showed quite clearly that I was fucking my shoe, and my face and naked bod were fully visible. The last photo was of me lying back in the puddle of fluids, exhausted, my semi-hard cock lying over my wet abs, a drop of cum oozing from the piss slit. Obviously the Thug shared them with the Boss. Yeah, of course he fuckin' did.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." I whispered to myself. Another message came in - it was an address in suburban Hackney. "Get here now", the message said. A hot flush of anxiety washed over me as I leaped off the sofa, shoved my bare feet in my sweaty gym trainers, pulled on a zip-up hoodie, stuck on a cap, and charged out the door. I took the tube and a bus as close to the address as I could and then walked the rest of the way, guided by my map app. It soon dawned on me where I was - the fuckin' industrial estate! I double checked the WhatsApp message and a detail I'd initially missed - Unit 16!!! I walked towards that fateful door and pressed the buzzer. The door opened and I entered.

This time, the lighting in the entry was a clear plain bulb and the next door was already open. I went down a short corridor which opened up into the rest of the unit. It was in darkness, but in my gut I knew what was in there. But then I heard a deep, gruff voice with a London accent coming from another open door to my right - "Oi, mate, in here".

I walked into a small office. On the wall was a big framed poster of an Old-School Traditional American tattoo design, a wolf head rendered in the thick exagerrated lines of the style, mostly in black and grey except for the eyes, which were a brilliant blue, and the drooling shockingly-red tongue lolling from its open jaws. I recognised the design - Leroy the Thug had it across his chest in faded black ink. The script underneath it read "BIG BAD WOLF STUDIOS - SINCE 1996". The room was furnished with a desk, filing cabinet and sofa, and near the sofa was a ring lamp on a stand of the sort used by webcam performers, plus a video camera on a tripod. A large pump bottle of lube was near a corner of the desk, next to a roll of kitchen towel. Sitting on the sofa was the Boss, legs spread wide in old jeans, leather boots and a white vest over his thick hairy chest and slight belly. Without his hood he was a tall, good looking daddy in his late 40's, head totally shaved, and the scruff I remember had grown out into a short, thick, black and grey beard. His burly tattoo-sleeved arms were out on dsplay - at the top of one sleeve, covering his delt, was the "Big Bad Wolf" head, rendered in striking black with the vibrant blue eyes and red tongue - the Boss obviously cared for his tatts. I was noticing a theme here! Despite myself I felt my cock start to slowly swell into a semi.

"So fucker, it seriously takes a blackmail threat to get you to follow through on your promises? I thought we had a deal?"

"Look Boss, I'm sorry OK, but you know, once lockdown eased, life got busy again and I just didn't have the time". I realised I was starting to sweat with stress, as I had an immediate sense of how this was going down and memories and sensations began to flash through my nervous system.

"Mate, I seriously do not give a flying fuck. I could have used a sub over the last two weeks, you nearly fucked up a couple of shoots by not picking up my calls. So here's the deal, cunt. You are gonna sign up to my studio and fuckin' trade your bod when I fuckin' tell ya to. You fuckin' owe me, so your first scene is gonna be fuckin' free to me, but if you do good, after that I'll honour the £500 per shoot I promised before. Yer a stupid cunt tho, 'cos that could have gone up to £800 for extended assplay sessions and group scenes if yer'd been a good lad, but now yer not a good lad, yer just a dumb cunt rent boi, so yer fee is capped. So fuckin' stupid, you'd cleared yer debt, now yer in the hock again! Idiot. Don't worry, I'll keep those pix safe as long as you sign and honour yer contract, and I won't fuck with yer work, but yer mine on weekends - you drop everything if I call. Got it?" I hesitated to reply. He hauled himself off the sofa, gave me a shockingly hard slap acoss the face, then grabbed my jaw tight and leaned in close. "Got it, cunt?" he whispered harshly. "Yes Boss", I stammered back. He prised my mouth open with his hard fingers and gobbed in it, before clamping my mouth shut and stroking my stubbled throat to make me swallow. "There's a good cunt." He sat back down on the sofa. "Alright boi, I need to inspect what I'm buying. Strip."

Sighing, I unzipped my hoodie and chucked it on the floor as I kicked my trainers off my bare feet. Removing my cap, I crossed my arms, grabbed the hem of my sleeveless tshirt and peeled it off, before jamming my cap back on my head backwards. I dropped my jogging bottoms and heistated a moment before shucking my briefs as well. I kicked my gear aside with a bare foot as I unstuck my sticky smooth scrotum from the sweaty skin of my trimmed thigh and gave my semi-hard cock a jiggle to loosen it up. I stood there naked, but for my backwards cap, my cock steadily pulsing and rising to attention. The Boss approached me and started to feel me up all over, memories of the first time Leroy copped a feel of me bubbling up in my mind. He ran his hands over my chest and made me raise my arms over my head to inspect my pits. "Boi, what's with this trimming shit? Are ya a fuckin' metrosexual now? Shit, my subs either leave their hair alone or go fully shaved, so fuckin' decide one way or the other. Personally, I'd go with the hair for now but I tell you wot, you can decide." He laughed and continued his inspection. Flicking my cap off my head to the floor, he said "the haircut is sharp, that can stay. Let it grow longer on top but the high fade is cool. The beard should be a bit fuller but you can still keep it neat for the office. You're more stacked and cut then when I last saw you, nice. You still on PrEP?" "Yes sir" I muttered; he nodded approvingly, then gave my now-hard cock a quick stroke. "Ha, fuckin' hell cunt, I don't know why you fuckin' didn't sign up when you promised to, you love this shit and its fuckin' good money. Look towards the camera".

The fuckin' what now? I suddenly clocked that I was in front of the camera tripod and had done my stipping in front of it. And no fucking mask!!! Awwwww fuck. "Don't worry mate, this is a casting session, it won't be posted." I wasn't entirely sure I believed him, to be honest. He gave me a hard slap on the ass and sat back on the sofa. "Get over here, I'm gonna make sure yer know who's Boss ya cunt". A bit confused I wandered over to him and he grabbed me by the arm - I yelped as he dragged me face-down across his knees. Oh fuck no. "Boss, please don't..." My protest turned into another loud yelp as he slapped me hard on my hairy bare ass. The Boss then held me down with one hand firmly gripping my neck while he proceeded to give me a thorough spanking, the sounds of palm on flesh and my cries of pain and humiliation echoing around the office and Unit 16. Every so often he'd pause and gently stroke my hard burning butt cheeks, leaning in and making soothing sounds near my ear, before setting off again. He reached under me and moved my semi so it was pressed up against against his denim-covered leg and forced to point down at the carpeted floor. He resumed his methodical spanking, causing my cock to rub up against his jeans with each slap, and soon I was painfully hard and drooling cock-snot to the grubby carpet. The Boss reached down again and ran his fingertips lighly down the underside of my hardon before reaching my piss slit and rubbing some of the precum over my swollen glans. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. "Mmmm, sweet boi juice. You're liking this aren't you boi? You love getting a good hiding from yer Daddy when you've been bad, dontcha?" "Yes Boss", I gasped as his hand slapped down. "Yes WHO boi?" "Yes... Daddy" I moaned. "There's a good boi. You don't need to be a bad lad to get this treatment you know, Daddy will treat you whenever you want if you ask nicely."

After about 10 minutes of spanking he let go of my neck so he could use both hands to spread my firm burning glutes. "Hmmmmmmmm..." he grunted as he ran a rough finger over my tight, moist anus. "Have you shaved back here too boi?" I confessed to getting my crack waxed a couple of weeks earlier. He gave my ass another hard slap. "That fuckin' stops now, you hear me boi? Let it all grow, apart from on yer cock n' balls. Got it?" Another slap and I cried out "Yes Daddy!" I felt spit ooze down my crack then he moved his fingertip in slow, lazy circles on my smooth wet hole, making me whimper. He lifted his knee so my ass stuck up further - "spread your ass for me boi", he murmered, and I reached back and did as I was told. He kept drooling saliva until my puckered fuck-ring was submerged in a little bubbly puddle, then he started to play, slapping his fingertip in the fluid and making tiny splish sounds, moving it in teasing circles. ""You like Daddy playing with your pussy, boi?" "Fuck yeah daddy!". Gradually, he slipped his finger in and began slowly fuck it in and out, as I raised my hips to meet his hand. He removed his finger and replaced it with a thick thumb - because I was on my front, that made it far easier for the wet, calloused pad of his thumb to probe my prostate, which he then began to rub. "Awwwwwwww fuck yesssssssssss......" I moaned, and the Boss laughed.

Abruptly, he slid his thumb out of my hole and shoved me off him; I fell on the floor. "On yer kees cunt", he barked as he stood up and started to unzip his jeans and fish his thick, weighty 8 inch hardon out of his stained white jock pouch. I knew what I had to do; I knew it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not; I knew I had to get it over with; and I grudgingly even knew I was going to like it. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue before the Boss could even tell me to, and he grinned with approval as he began to slap his tool on my tongue and rub the leaking head through my beard. He leaned in to gift me with another wad of spit in my mouth, slid his hands into my sweaty armpits and hauled my arms up, holding my hands behind my head so I couldn't touch myself or push him away. In this posiiton he got a good view of my flexed biceps and the short, dark blond, sweat-slick hair in my pits, and my torso was arched back slightly to show off my fuzzy pecs and abs to good effect as my dripping cock pointed straight upwards. Placing his rough meaty hand over mine at the back of my head to keep me still, he slowly slid his shaft into my mouth and down my throat. I started to heave and gag so he withdrew, waited a second and slid in again. Soon he picked up a slow-fucking pace and my throat began to relax. "That's it, good boi", he cooed as he then gripped my head with both hands and started to skullfuck me, causing spit and mucous to drool out of my mouth, down my beard to my chest in thick ropes, while streams of snot started to flow from my nose into my moustache as tears ran down my cheeks.

Without warning, he withdrew his cock, and as I coughed and gasped, he leaned in and gave me a deep probing snog, licking the snotty juices off my beard and 'stache and spitting them back into my mouth before resuming the sloppy penetrating kiss, making me moan as he reached down to give my hardon a few surprisingly gentle wet strokes. Hands in my pits again, he dragged me up and bent me over the desk, pausing only to reposition the camera and the halo lamp. The Boss passed me a bottle of poppers and I started to sniff them as he crouched behind me and spread my ass cheeks.

"Have you had a crap this morning boi?" - "Yes Daddy". "Did ya shower after yer workout?" - "Yes Daddy". "Hmmmm..." - There was a hint of disappointment in his voice - "Did ya douche after I called ya?" - "No Daddy, sorry Sir". "No need to apologise boi, that's good. You'll be clean enought to eat, empty enough to fuck, and dirty enough to add some flavour". With that, he spat on my hairless fuckhole and ran his thick, firm, wet tongue from my smooth balls up over my slippery sweaty taint. A teasing pause, then his tongue went pointy and he started to flick it over my puckered sphincter like he was working on a woman's clit. His face buried between my cheeks, he moved one spit-slick hand down and started to give my cock slow, firm wet strokes as it pointed down to the floor. Returning both hands to my ass, he placed his thumbs on either side of my asshole and spread me until the ring opened up, drooled more spit inside me and drove his tongue mercilessly past my slippery ring and into my shit chute.

After receiving a thorough eating out for a few minutes, I was moaning like a slut and my hole was starting to relax and open for what was to come, like a rent boy's muscle memory. "Do you want Daddy's breeding tool in yer hairless sissy cunt, boi?" I moaned an inarticulate agreement. The Boss stood, hawked more thick snotty spit on my hole and slicked up his cock with lube from the pump dispenser bottle on the desk. He used two fingers to push his thick mucous into my ass and lube up my chute some more, then I felt the bulbous cockhead at my ringpiece. I took a deep inhalation of poppers and bore down on my bowel muscles - my cunt flared open just as he firmly drove his hips forward and the head snapped through my ring, making me grunt, then moan loudly as thick veiny shaft started to slide up into my guts. "Fuck you are tight boi", the Boss muttered, before setting up a fucking rhythm. Yeah, the initial penetration stung a little, and the fullness in my ass was uncomfortable to start with, but thanks to the rimjob and the poppers, it quickly felt fucking amazing.

He fucked me bent over the desk for a few minutes before sliding out. "Get on yer back" he ordered, and so I lay down on the desk and grabbed my muscular hairy thighs to pull my legs back. The Boss targeted my open fuckhole and slipped back in easily, grabbing my ankles to spread my legs wide as he fucked me. I put my hands behind my head to avoid the temptation to wank but also to make my muscles pop for him, and the Boss sighed with appreciation and leaned in so he could throughly lick both of my sweaty pits and suck and chew my nipples as he ground his denim-covered hips into my ass. He then turned his attention to my bare feet, which were now slightly dirty from the grubby office carpet, licking and sucking them both regardless as he made my cunt feel great. Then, thank fuck, he took my cock in his hand and started to stroke me until I quickly came in a powerful, shuddering orgasm. Jets of my cum lashed over my beard, neck, and chest before the last few spurts pooled on my abs and dripped down the crease between my inner thighs and my ball sack, as my moan echoed around the deserted building. The Boss started to carefully scoop my scum up and feed it to me, letting me suck his thick fingers clean of my seed as his fucking slowed down. Then, finally, he withdrew and let me go. Panting and sweating, he said "OK, get down on your knees boi". I slid off the desk and dropped quickly to my knees, as he guided his ass-fresh hardon into my mouth and throat. The action of that cock in my guts had loosened up generous flow of bitter-tasting assjuice which slicked his shaft. I didn't give a fuck, and inside a minute of my thorough cocksucking the Boss pulled back and jerked his dick until his hot ammonia-scented spooge burst over my tongue. I swallowed most of it, though when he put my mouth back on his cock, some cum dribbled out over my beard.

His semi-hard dick dripping and flapping about, the Boss wandered over the his desk, opened a drawer, and fished out a large black dildo. He passed it to me - "Get back on that sofa and use this on yourself boi, while I get some more shots". I sat back on the sofa, raised my legs and bare feet in the air, and eased the dildo into my well-fucked tunnel. I started to fuck myself with it, twisting it around until I found my prostate, which I then began to hammer as my cunt made sloppy noises. The Boss removed the camera from its tripod and started to film me from different angles, making encouraging noises. "Put your other arm behind your head, make that bicep pop, show me your pit." He grabbed my bare foot to move my leg out of the way of the shot, giving him a full view of the toy moving in and out of my puffy hairless cunt. "Take it out" he barked, and I did - "Oh yeah, that pussy is so open now, I can see right up inside your guts." He spat on my hole and directed me to fuck myself some more. He leaned over a hawked a large wad of snotty spit on my semi-hard cock and sweaty balls. "Get yourself hard cunt". I smeared his gift over my semi, working it determinedly into a full hard on. "That's it, play with your dick. Taste that dildo". I removed the toy from my ass and licked it, savouring my assjuices before steadily deepthroating it. Holding the camera steady, the Boss slid three fingers from his free hand into my asshole and began to give me a thorough fingerbanging, mercilessly battering my prostate. "Cum for me boi" he muttered, and as I swallowed the dildo as far as I could I jerked my second load out over my slick abs.

I lay there gasping as the boss slid his fingers out of my ass and into my mouth; I sucked them clean obligingly. The Boss zipped back up, a broad grin on his bearded gob, and handed me the roll of kitchen towel. I hauled myself to my feet and started to wipe down my face, pits, torso and groin as best I could, before dropping down in a squat to give my ass a cursory wipe. The Boss started to fish out paperwork as I pulled my briefs, jogging bottoms and sleeveless tshirt on over my sweat-slicked body, shoving my dirty bare feet back into my trainers, and tying my hoodie by the arms around my waist. "Sit, cunt" he muttered, and as the Boss sat behind the desk I sat in the other chair in front of it. He put a model release form and a contract in front of me. Being a solicitor, I made a point of reading the whole thing (much to the Boss' amusement). To be honest, apart from the £500 rate cap, the contracts were pretty standard and contained everything we'd agreed. There was a funny clause that said "The Studio reserves the right to modify the Model's personal appearance and style as appropriate for the requirements of each Project". I hesitated a moment, not entirely sure what that would entail, then muttered "fuck it", and signed.

"Good lad", said the Boss. "Now get the fuck out of here. I've got a couple of shoots lined up this week and next weekend, but be ready the weekend after 'cos I've got something good in mind. Don't worry cunt, you'll like it. I'm gonna get Leroy to call you, think of him as your handler and do whatever he says. Now fuck off".

I did indeed fuck right off. That night, instead of meeting some mates and going on the pull for chicks, I stayed dressed as I was, unwashed, and headed to a gay sauna to satisfy the raging hunger that the Boss had awakened. After a three-hour session, several cocks and loads in my mouth and fuckhole, a bit of bukakke action on my keees and a golden shower from a couple of obliging dudes in the open communal showers, I collapsed alone on my bed in the small hours of the morning, sweaty, oozing and weirdly satisfied.

TO BE CONTINUED........