PASS ALL YOUR CLOTHES UNDER THE WALL TO ME
Well that?s what the note said passed under the wall printed on shiny toilet paper. I felt my mouth turn dry and my breathing grew heavy. I ignored it.
DO IT GIVE ME ALL YOUR CLOTHES
I?d been here many times, a virgin of 16. I?d been picked up by much older blokes who liked my lithe body skinny, too skinny for the swimmer I wanted to be, but toned anyhow. Usually they like to go for a walk up into the woods and strip me down to my underwear and suck me while I gently masturbated them. Some seemed disappointed I didn?t cum others tried to turn me over and have their wicked way with me, usually, they liked to feel my naked body while wanking themselves. As I say, I was a virgin and while not deliberately setting out to be, that is the way it was.
This however was a new one. I felt my knees go week sitting there looking through the spyhole while he showed off his large cock. Gently stroking it to keep it hard, but wanting something way out of line.
To this day I don?t know what made me do it. I unbuttoned my shirt and passed it under the wall, kicking off my trainers I passed my socks.
THE REST
Geez, we were only just outside the town centre. I?d never had anything like this. Dropping my trousers I passed through my underpants.
STOP FUCKING ABOUT
Shaking I gave him my trousers, leaving me just a coat and pair of trainers.
IS THAT IT?
I HAVE MY COAT
MEET ME OUTSIDE
A hand held my jeans under the wall and I pulled them on. Leaving the closet I left and waited outside. Not long after a well-built man of around 40 came out and handed me the rest of my clothes which I tucked under my arm and in my pocket.
?Follow me?
We walked side-by-side through the town until we came to a transit, he unlocked the passenger side door saying ?get in?.
He walked round and we drove off. Oh, I did say I complied? Was there any doubt.
?We?re going to Gloucester? That was about 15 miles away from Stroud where he?d carried out his attack on me. I should have left the van at the first set of lights but just sat their quietly waiting for him to lead me.
He reached underneath and back between the two seats and handed me a photo album, and with a chuckle ?Enjoy it?.
Opening it there were polaroid pictures of him with other guys, some children like me and others much older, it was obvious who was in charge. There were boys with cocks buried right into their mouths, bent over, being (what I know to be) spit-roasted. Turning the pages a middle aged women spread out and tied down to a bed. He laughed ?That?s Mel, she?s a good sport?.
So far I hadn?t said a word, just done as I had been told.
We drove in silence with me keeping turning the pages taking everything in, occasionally moaning. God, those 15 miles went past quickly. He was pulling into the curb on a quiet back-street. ?wait here, you can carry on looking if you like?
I didn?t know whether to leave and run, turn the pages as quickly as possible or call for help. I just kept turning the pages slowly, taking everything in, overwhelmed.
?Come with me? the door opened making me jump.
I followed. ?We?re going to my slaves, come here? It felt strange walking wearing just a coat and trousers, almost worse than being naked. We went through a gate and up the footpath of a rather draby looking house peeling paint on the window frames and front door, which was ajar. He led and I followed ?go through? and he shut the door behind me.
There was an older man there, I don?t know, maybe 65 or so. ?Come through? leading the way to the lounge and I was there with the two older men.
The older one asked me ?What?s your name??
?Dave?
?I?m Pete and my master is Phil.? Looking at Phil, ?He?s lovely?. ?Get undressed?
He stood in front of me while I kicked off my trainers, standing barefoot on the carpet, he reached out and undid my coat taking it off my shoulders leaving me shivering a little, and reached down to undo my jeans, pushing them over my hips so the fell down to my ankles. He took my hand and pulled me forward causing me to stop out of my jeans standing naked in his lounge. He pushed on my shoulders ?kneel?.
I knelt.
Opening his trousers he took out his cock which was soft and small and pushed it against my lips. ?Suck me?. Well, I?d had my elderly ?friends? cocks in my mouth before, but only to feel what it was like and softly suck on the end. This was different, I felt him swell in my mouth and he started to push into my mouth. I didn?t like it drove him into my cheek rather than into my mouth. I was pretty determined not to let him any further. After a few minutes Phil tapped him on the shoulder, ?let?s go upstairs?
They led me up into his bedroom, me naked in front of the open curtains which Phil shut, and I could relax, it was warm as well. Pete started to caress me, felling me all over and I watched as Phil went into the airing cupboard pulling out a box which he tipped onto the single bed by the window. There was assorted lingerie and nylons there what I now know to be a couple of floggers and lengths of rope.
Phil took me to the other double bed and bent me over the foot-board which was about waist height. Pete saw me wriggling there trying to get comfortable and put a couple of pillows under my hips. Phil tied me with my ankles to each of the bed corners and my wrists spread out along the rail leaving me spread out. Arms spread along the rail and ankles tied spread out to the bed?s feet.
Pete moved himself so he was sucking me making me hard and wanting, but I?d been there myself and never had been able to give myself an orgasm. I felt Phil start to spank me, he was good, starting gentle and working his way up to getting harder and harder. He was good, it felt pleasurable rather than hurting while having me grinding and moving into Pete?s mouth. Although hard I couldn?t bring myself to cum, which wasn?t a new thing because I never had. Phil stopped and then I felt the sting of what I found out was a flogger, god it felt good over my legs, bum and hips, stinging to start with and getting harder and harder until I has almost crying and begging.
Pete knelt in front of me on the bed and showed me his bum. Pointing out a shield that he said had been branded onto each buttock with an ?S? in the middle, ?S? for ?slave?. Pulling his cheeks apart ?lick me?. I pushed forward and started lick his anus, swirling my tongue over his bud and trying to push my tongue inside him. I sealed my mouth and lips over his anus and started to suck hard while I pushed my tongue against his bud, god I want to get inside him while I was being whipped. I felt myself moving my bottom against the whip while I was sucking hard and tonguing. I wanted to scream ?harder? but all I could do was moan loudly. I needed and wanted more, I?d never felt anything like this or knew what it was I wanted. I didn?t want girls, gentle sex or anything, I wanted to be tied up, controlled and whipped for someone else?s pleasure. I also knew I wanted my mouth used at the same time, to stifle my cries of pleasure while I tried to push my tongue inside an arse. Knowing it was wrong and wanting more, anything to please.
Reversing, Pete pushed his cock into my mouth ?Every slave needs to learn to suck cock so start now?. I only half-heartedly took him in. Phil had stopped and I felt him rubbing cold cream over my anus and what was obviously his cock pushing against me. With my mouth filled I wanted Phil to own me. Despite me grinding against him and him pushing he couldn?t enter me. After a few minutes he gave up and stood in front of me stroking his cock. He was big! He was watching as Pete tried to make me take his cock and then told him ?suck me?. Pete went and just took him right down his throat until his lips touched Phil?s balls. When he started to really fuck his mouth and obviously cum. I was fascinated and would have loved to be able to do that.
Phil said something I couldn?t make out and Pete came back to me and pushed his cock into my mouth and started to masturbate until I felt him start to twitch and I sealed my lips around the head and sucked hard as he filled my mouth. I didn?t mind that, I had done it many times with the guys who use to pull me and I swallowed everything with a smile.
Phil untied me and handed me my clothes back saying ?get dressed?. While I was dressing they both went out of the bedroom and I could hear them talking to each other, then Phil came back and he took me back to town. On the way he asked if I would like to go back. ?Of course I would it was fantastic?.
A few days later I was at the cottage again and I saw ?Dave Do you want more? If so same day and time next week. Phil?