Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train - Part Three
I knelt there, cursing that I was still naked, shackled to the train and unable to get away. As the bleakness of my situation was dawning on me, the train slowed to a stop. From my position tied to the wall I couldn't see out of the window, but I could hear some banging of doors. Then suddenly the door from the store room onto the platform was opened, with rain gusting in on the wind. I swallowed hard in fear at someone finding me. We must have reached Preston, so this would be where they would be loading all the breakfasts. In climbed one of the Caledonian Express staff, a trainee by the look of him, with short ginger hair. "Fuck me" he said in surprise when he saw me there naked, my penis jutting out in front of me, still semi-erect, the smell of cum in the air and drying all over my body, and my hands bound behind me.
I looked at him despairingly, and he said "I don't want to know what's been going on here, but in return for me untying you, you're going to help me and Jim, or there'll be trouble". I was so relieved that he wasn't going to report me I just said "I'll do whatever you need", and I saw him smirk. "What I need is for you to go down to Jim at the other end of the train and bring back the breakfast packs for this end of the train. Tell him Gary sent you". And as he undid my bindings he grabbed me by the arm, got me to my feet, and propelled me out of the door onto the platform.
I was now standing completely naked outside the train, at Preston station, under the strong platform lights, in full view of anyone who happened to be looking. A couple of teenage girls waiting for a train on the next platform saw me and wolf-whistled. I felt so embarrassed. And I was immediately soaked to the skin, as it was tipping down with rain. Gary pointed to the left, and right down at the far end of the long train I could see another staff member, all dressed up in waterproofs, lugging boxes. I set off at a jog, cupping my dick and balls, rain matting my hair and mingling with the young guy's cum. As I reached the man I said "Gary sent me" and he looked me up and down and said "Did he now, well you'll have to run faster than that or you'll be left here on the platform". And he started loading me up with boxes of breakfast provisions to take back. He stacked the boxes in my arms and the cardboard rubbed against my chest and sensitive nipples which started to grow hard.
It dawned on me that I could no longer cover my private parts as I was holding the boxes, so I was now on full view. I ran faster back alongside the train. As I went past one of the windows I was sure I saw the man who had forced me out of my cabin watching, but I was in too much of a rush to say for definite. I handed the boxes to Gary who said "Back you go, but faster", so I set off at a run. In my haste, I slipped on something - a leaf I think - and, off balance, fell sprawling into a muddy puddle. The cold dirty water dripped off my body as I got back up, mixing with the heavy rain. I felt so primal - as naked as the day I was born, outside in the rain, feeling the elements against my skin, splashing down my pubes and running cold along the shaft of my penis to drip off the uncut head.
Once again Jim loaded me up with boxes, again rubbing them against my sensitive nipples, and despite everything, because of that feeling of being out in nature, my cock leapt slightly, though it had shrivelled somewhat in the cold rain. Back I ran, and Gary took the breakfast packs off me. "Back you go", he said, and had me run naked for the third time alongside the train in the pouring rain. This time I definitely spotted at least two people looking out of their cabin windows at me, seeing my uncut dick and balls flopping up and down as I ran, with rainwater streaming down my hairy chest into my pubes. One was a lady in her fifties, and she looked aghast at the sight of me and put down her window blind. I felt ashamed, seeing the look on her face. The other was definitely the man from my cabin, watching my every step, seeing what had become of me. I felt so humiliated and exposed. But the cold water against my naked skin was strangely arousing, and the thought that anyone on the train could see my naked body, and that anyone could walk onto the platform and see me, started to cause my dick to grow, and little by little, while I ran, my penis started to jut outwards and upwards.
When I reached Jim this time, he looked at my slightly aroused state and said "You freak - getting off on showing off your pathetic cock to the world. Now get back to Gary, there are no more boxes to take." The bastards, making me run back and forth for no reason other than to humiliate me.
So I set off back to Gary. As I did, I could see he was holding his camera phone up, catching my naked body streaking along the platform. So were the two girls on the other platform, laughing at the sight of me and my package bobbing from side to side as I ran. As I reached him, he said "I bet you'll love to have people watch you on one of those video websites - Xtube does gay stuff, doesn't it?" And I gulped and started to plead with him not to - I had a decent job and this could ruin me. But he said "I don't think you're in much of a position to bargain, now get down and do ten press- ups", pointing to a puddle on the platform. And he then started to record another video clip, as with each press up my uncut cock head scraped and was exposed on the gravel and my midriff and chest got soaked and chilled by the cold water, which coursed down my toned back. The rubbing effect of the ground against my cock served to turn me on further.
Gary saw this and ordered me onto the train. "I want to see how much of a dirty bastard you are" he stated, pointing the camera phone at me "so tell me how much you want to cum, and then you have one minute to cum into your hand and then to lick it up, or I'll leave you on the platform naked and soaking for a stranger to find". As all my clothes and work papers were on the train I really didn't want to be left stranded here, so I ran my hands down my wet body, tweaking my nipples to increase my arousal, and looked at him holding the camera as I wrapped my hand around my penis. "I really want to cum badly" I said. He looked unimpressed. "You can do better than that for the camera" he said, "now this is your last chance, as the train goes in a couple of minutes".
"I really want to pump my dick while you watch and video me, feeling it swell while playing with my nipples, and then to finger my hole and go over the edge, cumming my hot spunk into my hand for everyone to see, and then to lap it up like a dog". This statement to camera from me satisfied him and he nodded for me to continue, while looking at his watch. How long was one minute - I had no idea - so I just knelt back and wanked my uncut cock feverishly, moving the skin up and down over the head, tweaking my nipples and then fingering myself. The humiliation of this uniformed trainee looking down on me, a respectable man in my thirties with a decent job, while I lay naked and wet, stroking my hairy chest and wanking my dick as if my life depended on it pushed me over the edge, and cum spurted from my cock for the second time that night, into my cupped hand and onto the floor in front of me. I saw him move the camera to get a close up of the cum in my hand and then my face as I started licking it up with my tongue. Once I had finished, and could feel the warm liquid slipping down my throat, he stopped the video and said "Jesus, you are one dirty fucked up mess. I'll bet that everyone on Xtube will love watching this." And with that, he pushed me back through the store room door into the train corridor.
What would happen to me next?
This is the third part of my first story. Please let me know if this has turned you on, and if so, which parts, so I know what to do more of.
I would welcome any comments or suggestions - Where you think I should take the story, and what should happen to the characters? My email address is jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk
Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the first two parts - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board.