DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 5
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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I am 27 years old at the point this story is set.
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Having overdosed on man-on-man action on Saturday night, I was in a virtual coma on Sunday, finally dragging myself out of bed at about midday to take a dump. Just as I finished wiping and washing my hands, thinking about taking a shower and eating something, Leroy rang my mobile.
"So you fuckin' got yourself in MORE trouble, you dumb tit?" Leroy laughed. "Seems like it", I muttered sheepishly. "Don't worry buddy, I've got ya. Get over here". Moaning, I put on the same stale kit I'd worn yesterday and plodded over to Leroy's flat. He was wearing jogging bottoms, dirty white crew socks and a hoodie when he answered the door. Basically he's 6'2" of mixed race muscle, close-cropped afro, a short but thick black beard, and visible black tattoos on his neck and the backs of his hands. He motioned me to come in and I kicked off my trainers inside his door as usual, noting that - as I'd not yet showered - my bare feet were still dirty from yesterday so this shitty carpet couldn't make them much worse. I noticed my old dark blue Havaianas flipflops were there by the door from last time. "Mate, they're yours aren't they?" Leroy bent over and picked them up, then suddenly stepped behind me and used one of them to give me hard smack on my ass. "Fuck dude!!!!" Even through my joggers and undies, it stung like hell, I guess I wasn't recovered from yesterday's rough punishment. Grinning evilly, Leroy gripped me hard by the neck, frogmarched me to his sofa, bent me over it and continued to work my ass hard, ignoring my protests. "I know you like this you fuckin' slut, 'cos yer Daddy rang and told me how much you boned up and juiced while he was treatin' ya yesterday". He yanked my trackies and briefs down mid-thigh and gave me a few more hard smacks on my bare ass with the flipflop before tossing it aside, spreading my glutes and pressing his cockhead roughly against my tender hole. He pulled back, spat on my cunt, and without any further prep he punched the head through my ring, making me gasp in pain, and worked his shaft steadily up into my guts. He fucked me hard, fast and quick, and as my chute suddenly grew hot and slick with his load, my own traitorous cock spat jets of cum on the sofa, totally hands free. Leroy eased almost gently out of my ass and made me not only suck his softening cock clean, but also lick my seed off his dirty sofa cushion. When I was finished, I pulled my keks back up. He motioned me to sit on the wet patch I'd left, and I did, panting and sweaty, feeling his load ooze out of my fuckhole into my briefs.
Leroy made us both a cup of builders' brew, strong, sweet and milky, then sat down and proceeded to tell me how it was going to be. Echoing the Boss's instructions, he reminded me that I was to leave all of my body hair alone, apart from my balls and shaft, which I had to shave. I could scrape the whiskers off my neck every couple of days if I needed to be tidy for the office, but otherwise let my beard start to do its own thing, at least for a while. As we chilled, he told me how he'd been doing porn for Bad Wolf Studios for years, anything they needed - straight, bi, gay, BDSM, fetish, anything they'd pay for. The only stipulation was that he only topped and dommed, didn't bottom or sub. He didn't mind getting a rim job or even a little fingering but he got pegged once by a female scene partner and wasn't a fan. He had got a £500 advance from the Boss for a scene he was meant to do, but forgot to turn up 'cos he was balls deep in some clunge somewhere and the Boss had to step in himself. Fuck was the Boss pissed off, and he'd actually given Leroy a fucking spanking and made him suck his cock, which Leroy hadn't appreciated. Anyway, he still had to either pay back the fee or do a scene for free - then I came along and Leroy saw a way to sort out his debt and mine at the same time, 'cos Leroy hates doing anything for free. Besides, he'd thought I was a sexy fucker when I was his solicitor, back before COVID when I was suited and booted and had a preppy haircut and a shorter beard. When I'd come to him for a loan in the pub, wearing cutoff denim shorts, trainers and a t-shirt, with a grade 1 cut and a bigger beard, he was already trying to work out how he could get me into his playroom. The fact that I was slow at repaying the loan played straight into his hands. And when he saw the scene of me the Boss had released online, Leroy got well boned up and used that clip for several wanks. Fuck he laughed as he told me all this!
From then on, Leroy put himself in charge of my gym training. I belonged to a shiny gym near work, but he got me into his spit-and-sawdust establishment on the estate (no-one even challenged him when he brought me there). He supervised me hitting the heavy weights with a vengeance from then on, and I ate so much chicken, broccoli and rice I thought I'd puke; but I guess if I was gonna be spreadeagled and exposed on the internet, then I was sure as fuck gonna look screaming hot while I was doing it. Oh, and needless to say, I was his cumdump when the urge took him. But he changed. Even when he was my client, he was a surly fucker, and as my creditor he was damn aggressive. This Leroy, however, started to relax. He became friendly, a friend even, and though he was a stern gym trainer and a dominant top, we started to get on pretty well and even met at the pub for a couple of pints on occasion.
Wednesday two and a half weeks later, I was in the office and the Boss WhatsApped me. "Saturday, 09:30AM Unit 16. Work out early, I want you pumped. Make sure you clean your ass out for this. Wear skivvies that you don't mind losing, and don't make any plans for the rest of the day. Leroy will pick you up at 08:30AM."
Thursday after work, I went to the posh barber near the office. Freshened up the fade but didn't touch the length on top, as ordered - the Boss wanted it to grow a bit longer. Tidied the strays on my beard but left the length, and had my neck shaved. It was nicely stubbly by Saturday morning, when I was up at 06:00 for the gym. In a loose stringer vest, short Aussie Rules footy shorts, and trainers without socks, I did a full body routine - bench press, shoulder press, bent over row, weighted pull-ups. I shucked my trainers and did deadlifts and squats barefoot, then a couple of quick sets of tricep cable pushdowns and bicep curls. Nicely pumped and with my trainers back on, I did a light jog home where I downed a protein shake and some scrambled eggs, unloaded a decent turd and thoroughly cleaned out my ass with a large douche bulb. Quick trim of the finger and toe nails, then a good scrub in the shower. After moisturising, oiling my beard and waxing my hair, I decided against applying any deodourant or scent. I pulled on a worse-for-wear pair of white CK briefs, a pair of white crew socks, some old blue jeans with a belt, an old plain grey tshirt and a pullover hoodie. The intercom buzzed - feeling nervously apprehensive, I shoved my feet into a pair of Nikes and headed out the door.
There was Leroy, sitting in his white van, wearing jogging bottoms, sockless trainers and a zip-up hoodie, open to halfway down his chest, revealing he was topless underneath it. "Jump in matey", he said cheerfully. As I got into the passenger seat he gave my hand a firm shake. He was well gassed to be asked to top me on film. I was feeling relaxed, good even, as we pulled up at Unit 16. We sauntered into the Boss's office, where he stepped out from behind his desk wearing a black sleeveless metal band t-shirt, jeans and boots. He confirmed Leroy's fee - £625 - but repeated that I owed him this scene for fucking him about. Leroy looked at me and cackled with laughter, slapping me on the back. "Don't you worry dude, you'll have a good time, I promise." The Boss led us into the main part of Unit 16 where his crew was setting up. The space heaters were on and it was proper toastie in there.
I was introduced to the crew as "Dave X", which was what the Boss had decided to credit me as on film. The two camera men were named Bill and Ted. I raised an eyebrow and my mouth twitched into a half smile - Ted said, in a thick Northern Irish accent "Don't say it mate, we've heard all them jokes before". They were both in their late 30's and reasonably well-built. They'd each spent a few years of their misspent youth in front of the camera for Big Bad Wolf, but had retired and now worked behind the camera as an occasional side hustle or hobby. Bill was now an architect; with a rugby-player build, but leaner like a fullback, he was wearing a tight black vest and cargo shorts and was pale skinned without visible tattoos. Facially, he was extraordinarily handsome, with thick reddish-blond hair in a conservative cut, a solid moustache and a day's stubble on his jaw. His pits and legs were only lightly hairy and what I could see of his chest looked naturally smooth. In contrast, Ted was in the building trade and a part-time nightclub bouncer. He was big and beefy, wearing short Gaelic Football shorts but had his shirt off in the stuffy heat. He had the sides of his head shaved down but long on top, tied back into a dark brown ponytail, with a big well-shaped beard, a collection of earrings in both ears and plugs in his lobes. He was heavily tattoo'd from the neck down, and I noticed the "Big Bad Wolf' head design spread acoss his hairy pecs. Other than that one, the rest of his ink was Traditional Japanese - two full sleeves, a full back piece, a sleeve on his right leg and a half sleeve on his left calf from ankle to knee. Both his nipples were pierced with titanium captive ball rings. Both Bill and Ted were barefoot so they could easily clamber around to get the shots.
Levi was in charge of lighting and equipment, and was the "rope master", whatever that meant. Barefoot like Bill and Ted, he was wearing black, heavily ripped knee-length cutoff jeans, a sleeveless black tshirt for a band I don't know, and a silver ring through his septum. He was about 30, lean but muscled like a swimmer, and a large collection of random tatts were scattered on both arms and legs. He had a jet-black man bun and a thick dark beardstache - a prominent full moustache contrasted with a heavy growth of dark stubble on the rest of his jaw.
Lastly, a skinny chav in a tracksuit and dirty white crew socks, without shoes, was introduced only as Sketch. About 20 years old, he had a light blond grade 1 buzzcut, and was setting out equipment and the shit we'd use in the scene. The Boss would direct, and he spent 45 minutes walking us through the scene. The whole time we were drinking water from bottles to top up our piss reserves. "Your safe word is RED, and if you can't speak, look straight into the camera and shake your head if anything is too much. OK?" I nodded my understanding. The first part would be setting the scene with the tail-end of an abduction, so Leroy and I climbed into the back of his van. He lay me down, bound my ankles with duct tape, and cuffed my hands behind my back. Over my head he put a loose fabric bag. Already I could feel myself boning up, and I knew my hardon was here to stay for hours.
Leroy drove us around the block before heading back into the industrial estate. "Alright matey, we're on" he said. He got out of the van, opened the back and jumped in with me. "Right you fucking cunt, there's no way you're getting away with that shit you pulled. I told you there'd be consequences, so fuckin' take it or you've got no idea how much worse it will be." I felt him cut the tape at my ankles, then he dragged me out of the back of the van. I felt the sunlight on me, and even though I had a bag over my head, I could sense that it wasn't just Leroy in the area - probably the Boss and at least one camera man were nearby. I put up a weak fake struggle as Leroy marched me inside and brought me to a halt.
"Alright CUT", said the Boss. The bag was gently removed from my head and the handcuffs taken off me by Levi. I blinked in the light, and looked forward into the well-lit studio at the robust wooden post set up in front of me. I was directed to remove my hoodie and tshirt, then I was maneouvered into position at the post. As Bill and Ted found their preferred angles for shooting, Levi undid my belt and slipped it out of the loops. He looped the belt around my neck and the post, pulling it tight enough to hold me in place while I made half-fake, half-real choking noises; he grinned but was obviously concerned to ensure I was OK. As I was tied to the post by my neck, Sketch handed Levi several lengths of rope. He tied my ankles together firmly to the post, and used more rope to tie me across my belly to the post as well. He moved behind me, bound my wrists together behind the post, before using one last loop of rope to tie me to the post under my pecs and armpits. After checking that I was firmly bound but also comfortable, Levi then fitted the agreed leather hood over my head, a half hood that left the lower part of my nose, my mouth and chin exposed, and which did have eyeholes so I'd be able to see. Lastly, he unfastened my jeans and tugged them right down to my ankles, leaving my holey old briefs in position. A last inspection, he nodded and stepped back. The Boss said "All good Dave?" "Yes Boss", I stated clearly.
"Alright then, ACTION!"
Bill and Ted started to slowly pad around me in circles, getting long, lingering shots of me tied up and struggling. I knew it was important that I not look too much at the Boss and the crew, to maintain the illusion, but it was obvious that all four of them were aroused and frequently adjusting their hardons in their pants. I kept struggling as, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leroy walk into shot, having since changed into leather chaps over a black jock, boots, a harness and some black leather gloves.
"What the fuck man, this is sick" I exclaimed. "Shut the fuck up, cunt", barked Leroy as he grabbed my jaw hard and gobbed in my open mouth. "Lets see what we're working with here". He slowly, teasingly ran his gloved hand down my sweaty, hairy, hard-muscled torso, then raised his hand to his mouth and licked my sweat from it. I noticed the Boss nod with approval, I assume at my re-wilding body hair. "Hmmmmm, nice meat", Leroy murmered as he wandered around me, slapping my pecs, abs and thighs with his gloved hands. He spent a little while playing with my nipples, pinching and twisting them while I squirmed and complained, then gripped and massaged my painfully hard cock through my old briefs. "Hmmmmm, what have we got here? Let's take a peek shall we, cunt?" Fishing a pair of round-tipped scissors out of his pocket, he snipped from the bottom of one leg slowly up to the waistband, intending to let it dangle teasingly over my tool, but my cock had other ideas and burst free of the torn cloth to slap hard against my abs. Leroy laughed harshy. "Oh you fukka, you are fuckin' LOVING this shit!!!" He gripped my tool roughly and gave it a few tugs, pulled it back from my belly a few times and let it slap back up, then milked out a drip of precum onto his fingers which he then forced into my mouth. "Yeah, nice" he muttered as he fingerbanged my mouth and the back of my throat with three gloved fingers, encouraging my spit to drool out over my beard and drip to my chest and cock.
Yanking the tattered remnant of my cut briefs down to my ankles, Leroy produced a leather riding crop and began to use it to slap my pecs, abs, and thighs, also occasionally to tap my cock and balls, talking filth the whole time. After about 15 minutes he attached wooden pegs to my erect nipples, swapped out the crop for a cat-of-nine-tails and proceeded to give me a decent flogging, ignoring my now genuine screams (though it wasn't so bad I wanted to use my safe word, to be honest, and my cock was raging). With the last few lashes he made a point to ensure the pegs were flicked off my aching nips, making me scream out twice more.
"CUT", called the Boss after we'd been going for about 45 minutes. "OK, we'll fade that out. I want to fade into the next scene. You OK Dave?" I nodded, ginning. "Good stuff". Levi and the runner untied and uncuffed me and got me a bottle of water to chug while I rested on a camp chair for 10 minutes, my jeans still down around my ankles. When they were nearly ready, the Boss wandered back over. "Take off your shoes, socks and jeans now Dave." Obeying, I toed off my trainers and pulled off my jeans before finally tugging off my socks. Sketch grabbed my kit and folded it neatly, putting it with my t-shirt and hoodie in one of a bank of steel lockers on one side of the unit. "Mind if I nick these mate?" he asked, dangling the rag of my briefs off a finger. "Knock yerself out mate" I laughed and shook my head - I guessed I'd be going home commando! Sketch shoved the briefs into his pocket, presumably to savour in private.
Ted led me naked and hooded to a super-king-sized mattress, covered in a rubber sheet. He and Bill guided me onto all fours and made me rest my head on the mattress as they put my hands behind my back, then Levi - who was obviously as much a BDSM technician - put leather cuffs on my wrists and connected them together with a carabiner, then did the same to my ankles. He wandered off and came back with a thick gleaming steel hook, which had a loop on the long end and a steel ball on the short curved end. There was a short length of rope attached to the loop. He put it down by the mattress alongside a bottle of thick lube. The Boss made me drink some water from a sports bottle, then he then fastened an open mouth gag to my head, its blunt prongs holding my jaw wide open. He gently positioned me with my face near the mattress and my butt in the air, then wandered off while Levi finished the lighting. As I rested in position, my cock slowly swelled back to full hardness.
"Alright lads, ACTION!"
I felt Leroy step on the mattress behind me, and his hands on my ass. He gave it a few hard slaps, then spread me wide. I started moaning and drooling from my forced-open gob as he started a proper rimming of my exposed hole, starting straight in with a tongue-fuck while he pulled my hardon back between my legs and stroked me. I felt an additional weight on the mattress, and peering between my legs I could see Ted's bare feet and hairy tattoo'd calves as he crouched down next to Leroy and got close up footage of my fuckhole being played with. Spit, slaps and tongue rained on my ass for a good 10 minutes before a lubed, gloved finger snaked up my chute. After pistoning in and out a bit, Leroy added another finger, then there were three banging me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach for the ass-hook, then I felt the lubricated steel ball against my hole. He whispered encouragement as I bore down on my ass muscles, making my ring flare open and making it easier for the ball to pop though. I grunted, and Leroy slid the hook up my ass then angled it so the ball was bumping my prostate. He worked my ass like that for a while then I felt him tie the rope, which was attached to the hook, to the carabiner between my wrist cuffs and tug it tight, so that every move of my torso would deliciously stimulate my fuck-nut.
What followed was another 10 minutes of slaps on my ass, back and arms withth a leather paddle, every jerk of my body teasing my prostate with the ass-hook. The mattress shifted and Bill's pale, manly bare feet appeared near my head and he took some close-up footage of my face, then he lay down on his front so he could film my dancing, dripping cock. Leroy then sat me back on my heels and I saw him for the first time since being bound in this position - he'd stripped the leather pants and jockstrap and was bare-legged with his semi-hard cock out. The camera men moved back while he aimed his cock head at my gagged-open mouth, and let loose a stream of hot piss into my mouth and throat. I swallowed what I could, and he intentionally drenched me with the rest. He gently removed the gag and replaced it with his hardening cock, facefucking me without mercy as both Bill and Ted moved around us to get different angles.
"OK, CUT".
Levi stepped onto the mattress, heedless of the piss puddles under his bare feet, and disconnected my wrist and ankle cuffs were from each other. He removed the rope from the ass-hook, though the steel toy was left in my cunt. I was given more water, and the Boss checked in with me, but I was good - better than good really, and my cock was still raging. Levi led me over to a sling, and helped me into it, my arms and legs spread and the cuffs reconnected to the sling attachments. He twisted the ass-hook - sending waves of pleasure through me - so the long end now rested in the crease between my right thigh and my groin. The crew got into position.
"ACTION!"
Leroy stepped back into the shot and played with the ass-hook for a while, making me moan, before slipping it out of me - I yelped as the ball popped out of my ring - and replacing it with his delicious cock, which he then proceeded to royally fuck me with while he jerked my cock. He pulled out and moved to my head, sliding his ass-wet cock into my throat. I took it like a champ untill he finally pulled out, moved back to my ass and reinserted himself, slowly fucking me while he jerked my cock. "Cum for me boi", he commanded. After a couple of minutes I let loose a gutteral howl and erupted in an explosive orgasm. Leroy intentionally wanked me so my cum sprayed everywhere, before scooping some up and forcing it into my mouth. "GOOD BOI!!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he was fucking me harder and faster, then he finally pulled out and jerked his load out over my hairy, wet, puffy well-fucked cunt. Easing it back in my hole one last time, I sighed as I felt it soften, then he unleashed a flood of hot piss up in my bowels. He slipped out and stood aside as I bore down and forced a powerful stream of piss out of my guts. As Leroy moved away, the camera men hovered around, getting close-ups of my wet open hole, my softening cock, wet sticky torso and dripping, naked face.
"CUT guys! Alright Dave, do you reckon you can piss?" Panting, sweaty, limp and dripping, I nodded. "You up for that Leroy?" "Fuck yeah", he nodded enthusiastically. I was released from the restraints and helped out of the sling by Levi while Leroy got on his knees on the sopping rubber-sheeted mattress. I got into position as the camera men circled.
"ACTION!"
And my stream of piss lashed out over Leroy's dark, hard, sweaty bod and into his eager mouth.
"That's a WRAP" called the Boss as my flow weakened to a trickle. Leroy got up and embraced me in a firm man-hug. "Good job boys" said the Boss. "Dave, reckon you can help them finish up?" I looked around and was surpised to see Bill, Ted, Levi and Sketch all with their cocks out, wanking. Nodding, I dropped to my knees and took my time deepthroating them each in turn. Bill's was thick, pale, 7 inches of clean, perfectly-formed uncut meat. Ted's was larger and muskier, Sketch's was 6 inches but pretty. I tried to spread my attention evenly, but I admit I was especially fascinated by Levi's 7.5 inches of circumscised tool, which proudly bore a Prince Albert - an 8-gauge curved barbell glistening with precum and, now, my saliva. One by one they beat themselves to an orgasm, dousing my hair, face, beard and chest in lashings of thick scum. Naturally, they finished up by letting their piss flow all over my exhausted wet bod, uncaring of the spreading puddle of piss that soon engulfed their bare feet (and Sketch's socks). Shaking off their last drops and happily grinning their thanks, they tucked their cocks away as they wandered off to start the clean up operation, leaving piss-wet bare footprints in their wake.
Leroy then led me over to the other side of the unit near the lockers - there was a raised concrete lip separating the rest of the unit from an open shower section. On one side of it there were bins, a laundry hamper, mops, buckets, industrial-sized containers of disinfectant, a clear plastic box of toy cleaning solutions, and a long looped hose connected to a tap - Sketch peeled off his piss-soaked socks and dropped them in the hamper before collecting some cleaning kit and got to work mopping, barefoot. There was a single large drainage hole in the middle of the shower area, three shower heads, wall-mounted hair/face/body wash dispensers and an open shelf containing folded and stacked towels. Leroy and I cleaned up, dried off and found our kit in the lockers.
Dressed once more (though, in my case, commando), Leroy and I accompanied the Boss to his office. The Boss gave Leroy his cash, and then gave me £250. "Consider it a tip mate, job well done. Until next time."
Leroy and I had a couple of pints at his local before I staggered home, exhausted but happy.
TO BE CONTINUED.........