DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 6
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 that this chapter starts, and 28 by the end of it.
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A couple of weeks later and my latest BDSM scene landed online - with "DAVE X" splashed on the opening frame - and I confess, it was stupidly hot.
For the next weekend, the Boss booked me into gangbang scene as one of the bottoms. To be honest, I was apprehensive. "I dunno Boss, it maybe sounds a bit more rough than I'd like..." I said on the call. The Boss responded with a stony silence. I got the hint. "Ummmmm.... OK, yes, sure Boss, I'm down." "Good boi", the boss muttered, and hung up. When the weekend rolled around and I'd thoroughly washed and douched, Leroy drove us to Unit 16 in his white van. I knew all too well he was a rough fucker, but outside of the bedroom (or playroom, or bathroom, or public toilet, or pub lav...), we were sort of friends so I hoped he'd look out for me.
A bunch of cars were parked outside Unit 16; There was already a large group of men in the brightly-lit play space, some of whom I'd been introduced to at the pub. Everyone was getting undressed and putting their kit in the lockers, so as we joined them and stripped, we exchanged "oi's", "awright mate's" and high fives.
This was going to be a freestyle session, and the Boss planned on joining in. Bill and Ted were getting ready to film. As the space heaters were on full-blast, Bill was wearing nothing but a pair of tight rugby shorts, topless and barefoot. I'm not usually into smooth dudes but fuck me, Bill was hot, with his preppy reddish-blond haircut, thick moustache and three days of stubble. A rugby-player build, but on the leaner end of the scale, he was nicely muscular but not over-cut, his otherwise clean skin bore just one tattoo - the Big Bad Wolf logo in black and grey on his muscular right upper thigh, previously hidden by his shorts or jeans but now half-visible because his rugby shorts were so high cut. In contrast, Ted was a fully hairy beast, wearing a pair of grubby, tatty grey cutoff sweatpants and nothing else. I saw Levi setting up the lighting, naked but for a pair of compression shorts. His slim swimmer's bod was covered in an eclectic collection of tatts - including the Big Bad Wolf logo on his left upper thigh - and his chest and stomach were covered in a pelt of thick black hair. He was stepping in as the third cameraman to ensure each little four-man group was always being filmed.
As well as me and Leroy, there were another ten performers booked to make 12 in total, calculated to ensure each of the three subs had three guys playing with them at all times. I was introduced to my fellow bottoms. Lorenzo was a handsome Latin otter type in his early 30's, his head shaved bald with a thick black beard, a tight swimmer's build, a thick covering of black chest and ab hair, and a lengthy uncut snake. Tomas was in his early 20's, with a blond buzzcut, a smooth gymnast's body and an average-sized but well-formed cock. We gave each other quick man-hugs. The others ranged from their 20's to their 50's, various types of gym-fit builds, body hair styles and tattoo preferences. Two of the older guys were wearing half hoods like the one I had just put on - one of them was the Boss himself! Everyone had the Big Bad Wolf inked on them somewhere. This was the first time it dawned on me that this was something all of the Boss' lads shared, and at some point I'd be getting my very own stamp of ownership.
"Oi guys", said Sketch; was wearing a pair of super short black onion-skin shorts over a white jockstrap and knee-high white baseball socks. His frame was pale, skinny and, as far as I could tell, currently ink free. He had a water bottle filled with lube and fitted with a long nozzle tube. The three of us took turns bending over, and Sketch gently inserted the tube into our clean assholes and squeezed a generous amount of thick lube as high up into our guts as he could get it. When I stood up straight, I could feel it starting to ooze down to generously lubricate my fuck tunnel. Sketch then handed us jockstraps to wear - mine was khaki, Lorenzo's was black, Tomas' white - and we obligingly slipped them on, stuffing our semis into the pouches. He then busied himself ensuring water, lube, wipes and rolls of kitchen towel were discretely placed around the play area. Most of the usual equipment was bagged, boxed or just propped up against the far side of the unit, and there was just a scattering of benches, boxes, mattresses and other props scattered around the space.
There was no call of "ACTION" or anything. Bill, Ted and Levi just started wandering around with their cameras, filming casually, and at some point I felt Lorenzo's hand start caressing my back before I was pulled into a passionate wet threeway snog with him and Tomas. The three cameramen padded over and started filming us, their cameras tracking up from our bare feet, lingering on our swollen jock pouches, all the way up our bodies to capture our passionate kissing.
We filmed for three and a half hours all up, including breaks, powered by bottled water, protein bars, poppers and the little blue pills all readily on hand for those who wanted them. So much of it passed in a blur, so there is no way to relate everything that happened to me. To start with, the men started dragging me, Lorenzo and Tomas forefully away from each other, and like them I was pushed roughly to my knees and started to get fed cock. It wasn't always the same three guys, they moved around freely, so I got a lot of variety. I was then roughly hauled to my feet and bent over while one guy started to rim me enthusiastically and I alternated between the other two, taking their cocks down my throat. After a while I was flipped on my back. One guy stood over my head, grabbed my ankles and dragged my legs up in the air so only my shoulders were on the ground. As a new man crouched down and started to first eat and then aggressively fingerbang my wet cunt, stretching my hole open to fill it with spit, the other two started to slobber all over my sensitive bare feet, licking and sucking them. One of the guys at my head end squatted over my face, exposing a tight, moist smooth asshole as his firm inked glutes spread open - I began to feed on his ring with relish, my tongue flicking and probing as he moaned filthy words of encouragement.
After a while we had a break and I spent a few minutes drinking water and taking generous hits of poppers. Then I was dragged to a bench and forced down on my back. I pulled my own legs back as I resumed getting cocks fed to my open mouth and throat, and soon felt a thick tube of hot, hard meat push into my ass. No pain, no discomfort, just a delicious fullness and prostate-pounding pleasure. Guys were milling about, stroking their cocks in between sessions, constantly swapping with each other to take turns on my holes and play with my body - as well as with Lorenzo's and Tomas's, whose gagging, moans and cries I could hear constantly, much as they could probably hear mine. At one point the jock was yanked off me, releasing my aching cock, which dudes occasionally stroked or sucked.
I felt a hand grip mine and drag me off the bench, interrupting the session. It was Leroy, and he swapped places with me. He raised his legs in the air and said "eat my shithole, you little cunt", so I kneeled down on all fours and started to lick and probe his tight, dark manhole as he put his hand on the back of my head and forced my face hard into his sweaty trench. "Yeah fukka, eat it all out." After a good while, two burly men dragged me up by my wet pits and helped me to mount Leroy's cock. As I rode him, I felt the presence of someone else beind me - looking over my shoulder I saw Daniel - a good looking, athletic guy in his 20's, his hard pecs and abs lightly hairy and sporting the Big Bad Wolf on his chest between his barbell-pierced nips, with the sides of his head shaved and the long hair on top tied up in a topknot, plus a few day's thick black stubble on his model-handsome face. Fuck yeah, I'd been into him since I first met him at the pub. I felt his slippery cockhead nudging at my already-stuffed hole. Leroy eased me forward so his cock was on the verge of slipping out, and Daniel took the opportunity to pop his head in to my fuckhole alongside him. My eyes bulged and I groaned as both thick cocks slowly slid up inside me, opening me wider than I've ever been stretched - thank fuck for poppers! Once Leroy was balls deep again, Daniel started to fuck with long powerful strokes. My very first experience of double penetration, and I erupted hands-free with jets of thick scum over Leroy's abs and chest in minutes. "Fuck yeah" said a thick Northern-Irish accented voice next to us - Ted had caught my hands-free orgasm on camera, thank fuck, 'cos it was way too good to miss. Daniel grunted animalistically and dumped a load up my guts, drenching Leroy's cock and slickening his fuck as he rammed his hips up into me. Daniel slipped out of my cunt and crouched between our legs, watching the fuck close up with obvious pleasure, leaning in to tongue Leroy's slapping balls and lick his cum-slick shaft as it pistoned in and out, then teasing my stretched ring with his mouth and stubble and watching my asshole skin puff in and out with each stroke of fuckmeat. When Leroy signalled he was ready to shoot and Ted had his camera trained on the action, I lifted my butt so his cock popped out - Daniel swiftly took the juice-slicked tool in his mouth and set up a sucking and wanking action until the scuzz jetted into his gob. Daniel let the seed drool out of his mouth back onto Leroy's cock, then helped me stuff it back into my ass.
Most of the last hour was spent being mandhandled into a variety of positions, taking loads in both holes as other participants played with my nipples, licked my pits and feet, and took turns sucking my raging hardon. Loads of cum started to be sprayed on my chest and abs, my face, in my mouth, over my cock and balls, on my gaping hole and up in my guts. Finally the Boss dragged me to my knees alongside Lorenzo and Tomas, his burly inked arm around my neck and his hand on my hooded forehead - two other guys were holding Lorenzo and Tomas the same way. Long rubber tubes with funnels at one end were inserted into our forced-open mouths, and the other six men took turns unleashing their piss into the funnels, down the tubes and into our throats - I fought to guzzle it down, though much of it spilled down over my fluid-slick hairy torso. The Boss spat in his palm, reached around my front and roughly jerked a second dose of scum out of my rigid cock, then as I started to soften, I unleashed my own seemingly-endless stream of hot urine onto the floor and the assembled bare feet as everyone cheered.
As we began to wind down, the Boss tapped me on the shoulder. "Yer the newest lad here, cunt, so help Sketch out". I happily did my duty, guiding the skinny young chav into a corner where I dropped to my knees, fished his pretty stiffie out of his shorts and jockstrap, and sucked him until he shot in my mouth.
Eventually, all exhausted, we took turns showering, usually two guys per showerhead, before getting dressed. The group thinned out as we all gradually drove off.
Over the rest of September, I met the Boss, Leroy and the crew occasionally for beers, and met other guys - performers, backup crew and others - who joined us sometimes. Leroy continued to carve out my body nicely, adding a bit of extra muscle to my frame in the process. I let my body hair run free, apart from my balls and shaft which I kept meticulously smooth. I let the hair on my head continue to grow out, and my barber took my high fade to a mid-fade which transitioned just above my ears. My beard grew thick and full, and my barber took care to shape it nicely while I kept it conditioned with oil.
Every week or two in September, October and November I was called on to perform in a variety of different types of scene. I did several rope-play/assplay/edging shoots, a solo scene with Levi's fuck machine collection, a couple of fairly vanilla sex sessions, and a flip-flopping threeway with Daniel and Tomas where they both got to top me and I fucked them too (God Daniel's ass was hot). I was earning good money alongside my lawyer's salary. One Saturday night in late November, the Boss shouted me some birthday drinks at his local. Leroy, Bill, Ted and Levi joined us... and as well as a packet with my latest earnings in it, the Boss had a further birthday suprise for me.
"So boi, you've probably worked it out by now, being a smart-arse solicitor and all, but all of us who do regular work for Big Bad Wolf Studios get the logo inked somewhere on 'em. Levi here is a tattoo artist in Camden when he isn't on set, and he's done the work for the last couple of years. So its your fuckin' turn tonight." I was a bit taken aback, to put it mildly, but I obviously had noticed, had been wondering when it was going to come up, and wasn't opposed.
"He's got great legs, I reckon it would look boss on his thigh" said Bill, but Ted just laughed. "Mate, the only reason to go for the thigh is if he doesn't want anyone to see it. That's why you did that, 'cos yer a cleanskin and you knew it would only be seen there if you were naked or in yer briefs. But Dave's already got half a dozen tatts so who gives a fuck?" Bill protested, "But Levi's is on his thigh!" "Yeah but it was just about my only clean patch that I could reach, because I wanted to do it myself", Levi chimed in.
"Chest?" said the Boss. "Ummmm... Boss I've already got a tatt on my chest, which I don't really wnat to mess with." Which was true, I had a traditional swallow on my left pec which I'd got when I finished travelling and settled in London. It was only small but I didn't want it messed up and I didn't think it would look right next to the wolf.
"Back. Up between his shoulders" said Levi confidently, and everyone nodded their approval. I shrugged, grinned and agreed, not that my agreement mattered to them.
We ordered one more round, except for Levi who stuck with Coke, then the Boss went home. While Ted was ordering at the bar, Leroy motioned to me to accompany him to the gents, where he roughly pushed me into a stall, sat me on the toilet and shoved his cock in my mouth. After a few minutes of gagging and deepthroating, he turned me around, bent me over the cistern, and dragged my jeans down to my ankles. He crouched down behind me and spread my glutes, depositing a wad of saliva on my hole, before slathering spit on his hardon and forcing it up into my guts. He bred me inside a couple of minutes and I had to race to jerk out my own load. As we straightened our clothes he gave me a quick kiss and whispered "Happy Birthday cunt". When we returned to the table, the other three guys cheered and laughed.
We all got the Tube to Camden. Levi let us into his studio through the back way and set up while we flicked through tattoo art books and looked at photos, and when he was ready we headed into the back room.
Levi was sitting on a stool by the table, wearing black latex gloves, his kit set out on his instrument tray. I peeled off my coat and tshirt, but the guys said "All of it, cunt". "Eerrrr, what for?" "Just to give us something to look at, shithead" said Leroy. Shrugging, I stripped naked and lay face down on the table. Levi wiped down the skin on my back, positioned the stencil and got to work, the guys taking snaps on their phones every so often (and not just of the inking work: Leroy had Bill spread my ass so he could get some closeups of my leaking fuckhole while Ted papped my legs and bare feet).
We got all the line work and quite a bit of filling in done that night. Leroy did me a solid and cleaned and dressed the tatt for me every day after the gym and before I went to work, and Levi finished the inking the following Saturday afternoon. He helped me to check it out in the mirror and fuck, it did look good. It was only a few days after my 28th birthday that he gave it a final inspection and pronounced it healed. It was my 8th tattoo, by far the largest (a good six inches across and nine long), and a fucking cool peice of work. On some level, it made me feel like I belonged.
The next day was Sunday morning, and Christmas was looming. As promised I met the Boss at Unit 16 so he could check my new ink out. He was wearing a tshirt with a dirty cartoon of Santa getting mounted by Rudolph, with the line "MERRY FUCKIN' XMAS" underneath it.
I stripped my puffa coat and tshirt off and the Boss moved behind me. I felt his fingers gently touch the vibrant work on my back. Weirdly, I heard his breath getting heavy and hot on the back of my neck, and before I knew what was happening, he'd gripped my head fuckin' hard and shoved me face down over his desk.
"BOSS WHAT THE....?!?!" Before I could finish I cried out as he slapped my ass hard with one meaty palm, then roughly yanked my jeans and undies down mid-thigh. He prised my hard muscular glutes apart, spat on my hole and roughly forced his otherwise unlubed cock up into my tight, unprepped shit chute. "AAAARRRGGHHHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKK" I screamed and tried to reach back and push him away, but the Boss just grabbed my wrists and held my arms tightly together behind my back as he started to fuck me hard. He pulled nearly out of my asshole couple of times and dribbled more spit to his head and shaft, and down my crack to my straining sphincter, and as he drove in and out of me I managed to make myself open a bit.
Inside a couple of minutes of rough fucking, he pulled out and jerked his load out all over my back. As we both panted, he massaged every last bit of his cum into my new tattoo until the skin was tacky and slowly air-drying. Leaning in close, he whispered "that stays there until tomorrow morning, no more showering until you've done at the gym before work, got it?" I nodded weakly.
The Boss tuend me around, dropped to his knees and took my semi into his mouth. He quickly got me fully hard and worked until I filled his mouth with seed, then he stood, opened my mouth and snowballed me. "Merry fuckin' Christmas cunt", he muttered into my ear.