DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 8
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 28 years old at the point this story is set.
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Since October the previous year (2024), I'd been getting restless. There was nowhere to progress to in my small high-street law firm, and I lacked motivation to try to move to a bigger practice. At 28 I was getting itchy feet, and I realised I needed a break and one more adventure before my 30's beckoned - fortunately, thanks to a decent job and my side hustle at Big Bad Wolf Studios, I had an extremely healthy savings account. I made arrangements to rent out my flat from mid-February 2025 for 12 months. It was going to be let furnished, so I spent a few weeks packing up my personal posessions, and doing minor repairs and redecoration. I handed in my notice early in the New Year, and by early February I was happily unemployed. Leroy had a small storage unit allocated to him on his estate and was happy to store my half dozen boxes for a few hundred quid, half now and half when I got back from my travels. We moved them with his van, and when my new tenant moved in I paid him another 200 quid to let me stay with him for the last two weeks before I left. Of course, the deal included full cumdump duties on my part.
I'd had a couple of leaving drinks - one with work colleagues, one with other friends - and as I lay in bed with Leroy post-breeding one night he asked when we'd have drinks for the BBW crew. I suggested a date at the end of February, just before I left, but confessed I hadn't told the Boss of my plans yet. "Stupid cunt, yer'd better fuckin' do that quick smart or he'll be well pissed". He was right, of course. I had a shoot booked that Saturday afternoon so I assured Leroy I'd tell him then.
The bondage and edging scene was hot fun - Levi and Daniel topped me, staying clothed throughout as they led me through a succession of positions where I was tied in place with elaborate rope work, suspended from the ceiling, and my cock and asshole teased and played with mercilessly until I blew a massive screaming load. After cleaning up, getting dressed and saying goodbye to the lads, I knocked on the Boss' office door and asked if I could have a word. Nervously, I explained my situation, and that in a little under two weeks, I was heading off backpacking, maybe for as long as a year.
As I sat on the sofa, the Boss leaned back behind his desk and stared at me coldly. "Ya do realise ya signed a 12 month contract with BBW, don't ya? That was back at the start of September. You've got 6 months to run."
"Yes Boss, but I assumed you'd be OK with me doing the second 6 months when I got back."
"You assumed? Well, that was fuckin' stupid wasn't it?" We sat in silence for what felt like ages, and I started to sweat. Finally I broke cover. "Boss, I've already quit my job and let my flat out so I've got nowhere to live, and I can't stay at Leroy's forever. What can I do to make this happen?"
He stroked his beard for a bit. "The first six months of your fuckin' premature mid-life crisis is going to be a working holiday. I have investors in Amsterdam who run a big fetish studio, Cerberus Productions. They have pretty wide-ranging interests in the adult industry. I have an outstanding loan from them I used to help upgrade BBW a few years ago. You are gonna be a chunk of repayment for me. I'm gonna transfer the rest of your contract to them. Any objections?
I had none. It would have been pointless to voice them even if I had. It was certainly an arrangement I could live with, hopefully even enjoy. We sealed the deal with an exchange of semen, as I took a load of the Boss' salty seed down my gullet and he swallowed mine with relish (he was surprisingly respectful of my battered, stretched asshole's need for recovery).
On the last Saturday of February 2024, I had a few drinks with the BBW crew to send me off. The Boss chose his local, a notorious gay pub in Vauxhall with blacked-out windows and a few "store rooms" out back that served various non-storage related purposes. After a few beers I had a nice buzz on when the Boss took me to one side and handed me an envelope. Surprised, I opened it to see 500 quid inside. "Shit Boss, that's really good of you. I don't know what to say." But he grinned at me evilly as he replied, "It ain't a fuckin' going away present ya dumb cunt, its an advance. Now ya fuckin' owe me, and a dude's gotta pay his debts, right?"
While my mates kept drinking, the Boss led me to one of the back rooms. The central heating was cranked up to ward off the February chill, and a couple of cameras were set up on tripods along with halo lamps. A folding card table was set up to one side, bearing a large pump bottle of lube and a couple of rolls of kitchen towel. Otherwise the only thing in the room was a set of stocks, right in the middle of the floor.
"Strip cunt", said the Boss as he started fiddling with the cameras and the lighting. Half resigned to it and half excited, I did as I was told, stripping completely naked and stowing my stuff in a plastic box under the card table. The Boss fitted a leather blindfold on me, reassuring me that the lighting would be dim like in my first amateur scene (way back in Part 3), so in combination with the blindfold I'd be hard to recognise. Now able to see fuck all, I was led to the stocks, bent over at the waist and my wrists and neck positioned in the padded semicircular slots before the top section of the restraint was lowered and locked. The Boss then fitted cuffs to my ankles, moved them wide apart and fixed them in position with an ankle spreader bar.
I was left in that position for nearly ten minutes before I felt the first lash of the cat-o-nine-tails on my back. I cried out repeatedly as the sensal whipping continued, moving down my back to treat my ass and thighs with delicious strokes. After a while, the cat-o-nine-tails was replaced with a riding crop which applied light teasing taps to my asscheeks, exposed anus, tight testicles and achingly-erect penis, before a leather paddle got to work on my quivering hard glutes.
After a good 30 minutes of whipping and paddling came ten minutes of respite. As I panted, catching my breath, I felt a marker pen (washable I hope!) on my burning butt; I could make out the word "BREED" on my left cheek, and "ME" on my right cheek. Then a sign was hung around my neck, and I hazarded a guess that it said "FEED ME". A plastic tube was guided between my lips and I drew a few gulps of water. Soon, I felt the unmistakeable sound and sensation of warm male bodies milling around me as the backroom was opened for business. Hands rubbed my beard, and gently stroked my sore, sensitive back and glutes. I felt a hot tube of flesh rubbing across my beard, then my lips - instinctively I opened wide as the first cock of the night moved into my wet mouth and slid insistently down my throat. In the stocks, I was held at a perfect angle for throat fucking, and though there was gagging, and thick ropes of saliva soon started drooling down my chin, I was able to relax into the face fuck pretty quickly. My cock was still hard when two hands planted on my burning glutes, spread them wide and then a bristly unshaven face got to work eating out my twitching mancunt. Those iron-filing whiskers made me moan around a mouthful of cock as they scraped my taint, balls and sensitive ring, then thick firm wet tongue muscle first lapped and licked my hole before forcing through my sphincter and up into my clean shit chute. I was treated to a long tongue-fuck, with plently of spit rained down my crack, before the first lubed finger snaked up into my rectum and probed around until it found and massaged my pulsing fucknut. As one finger became two, then three, I felt a hot wet mouth engulf my aching cock and I moaned with pleasure as the cock hastily withdrew from my mouth and the night's first jets of hot cum lashed my face and tongue.
The teasing mouth left my cock alone well before I came, and as a new cock started using my face, I felt a bulbous slippery glans bump up against my asshole before forcing its way up into my cunt in one slow but firm stroke. I'd been well prepped so the initial ache in my ring faded away in moments to be replaced by fullness and pleasure. The thorough spitroasting continued for minutes before my mouth was filled with jizz, some of which I swallowed, the rest I allowed to flow out over my beard and to the floor. The cock in my cunt withdrew and moments later there was a splash of hot seed on my hairy wet crack and puffy hole, before the cock punched back in to deliver the rest of the load up into my rectum with a last few piledriving thrusts. Seconds later, I felt someone else's warm seed splash across my back and drip down my obliques.
And so it went on for the next two and a half hours, with occasional breaks so I could hydrate. I counted at least seven more cocks in both holes, and more loads than that. Cum spattered my back, my face, my asscheeks. Loads were ejected porn-style on my gaping hole and open mouth, and injected deep up into my guts and down my throat. Various hot mouths teased my straining tool and tongued my heavy hairless ballsack at various points, before the final cock - a thick, long monster of a dong that had obviously been saved for last - started to ram my cunt. Within seconds I couldn't take any more and the elusive but unmistakeable full-body spasms of a prostate orgasm exploded from my ass in waves and my cock spat successive blasts of pent-up scum out into space - appeciative exclamations of "GOOD BOY" and "FUCK YEAH" erupted from the cheering audience, so I was hopeful that the rare hands-free cum had been caught on camera. A mouth started to suck the dregs from my still-hard shaft as the big boy using my ass unloaded inside me with a roar. Soon, I felt my guts start to fill as he started to piss with his cock still buried in my cunt; when he withdrew, I clenched my abs and forced out a series of spurts of piss and cum as the crowd of guys around me cheered. The golden shower started straight away as they all gathered to drench me with their own piss, sluicing my body and filling my mouth, and I relaxed and let my own store of urine pour out of my softening cock.
Someone gave my used gaping fuckhole a long, soothing rimjob (he deliciously nibbled the sensitive loose skin where the back of my ballsack met my taint, which I loved, so it must have been either Dan or Tomas) as the other guys wiped off and slowly left the room. After the ass-eater had his fun and left, the Boss unlocked the stocks and my legs, and I stood, aching, removed the blindfold and stretched out my dripping muscles. The room was a sloppy puddled mess, much like my body; Poor Sketch was on cleanup duty with a mop and bucket as I did the best I could to wipe down with handfulls of kitchen towel (the Boss took pity on me and wiped off my back for me). Once I was dressed, but still extremely sticky, I wandered back out into the main bar to cheers and backlslaps from assorted dudes I'd never met. I slumped down at our table in the pub while the guys bought be a stiff tripple whisky.
Leroy got me in his sling when we got back to his flat after closing time at 11, and took his sweet time playing with my sweaty, sticky, writhing bod until gone 3AM. How awful.
On the 2nd of March, my plane touched down at Schiphol Airport, and I boarded the train for Amsterdam.
TO BE CONTINUED.........