Memories by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter 4
Early the following summer they decided they needed a night out and told me they knew just where to go. We drove to a town a short distance away and from what I could make out in the dusk, round to the end of the local playing fields. There was a dilapidated cottage. they walked me over to. When we walked in I could see at once why they had chosen it. Quite obviously it seldom got cleaned as the floor was almost black with ingrained dirt and only one of the stalls had a door on. It was of an old fashioned design with a row of 4 double sided urinals down the centre, 3 stalls on one side wall and a couple of sinks on the other.
"Strip", I was told abruptly and did so without question handing my clothes over to the boys who placed them in a holdall. "Now sit", pointing to the step in front of the urinals facing the sinks. No sooner had I done so than my arms were stretched out and the straps on my wrists fastened off at either end of the urinals. In some respects the boys and I had, by now, a strange relationship. For most of the time we were business partners, very good friends, possibly even a relationship. Most nights I slept with one or the other, quite often both, usually with a mild s/m content. However, it never caused any problems if they or I wanted a night of so to speak.
At the same time we all wanted occasionally to expand the scene so to speak, but only did so when all three of us were involved. We all got off on a scene where I would get abused and they got off on seeing me hurt and used. I had known that such a situation was on the cards when earlier that evening, after we had eaten, they told me to go and prepare myself as they were taking me out. Knowing what this meant I went and cleaned myself up, dressed in a tracksuit and shorts, straps on my wrists and ankles, and presented myself for their inspection. We had worked out a course of action over the past year or so and from now on I only spoke when asked a question and obeyed them without question.
After tying me down one of them bent down and fastened a leather cock and ball strap round my equipment and then having placed a carrier bag in the sink started to leave the room. "Don.t worry", I heard, "you.ve been well advertised," and with that they were gone. What had they cooked up for me this time? For once I was more than a little apprehensive. A dirty strange cottage in a town I hardly knew. Anyone might come in. And what did they mean by well advertised.? Even so I couldn.t help but get an erection in the circumstances, realising at the same time they had not allowed me to empty my bladder and the sound of dripping water from one of the stalls was having its usual effect and I would soon need to relive the pressure.
I heard the door open but tied down as I was couldn.t see who came in. I heard footsteps approach the urinal behind me and a grunt as he obviously saw my body splayed out on the other side. Then the sound of a zip being pulled down and a sigh as a stream of piss resounded in the trough behind me. When he had finished there was no sound of the zip being pulled back up, just his breathing becoming more distinct and then footsteps walking round to stand in front of me. Raising my head I could see a hand massaging a medium sized cock that sprouted from a pair of jeans. He was standing astride my outstretched legs, too close for me to see much more. "The advert says you suck," said a voice as he pushed his cock toward my face.
Without giving myself time to think about it I opened my mouth and started to tongue and suck on his cock. Soon my anonymous user was moaning and squirming, loving it as I worked on his prick. This made me even more aggressive, nibbling and chewing to give him greater pleasure but he hardly needed it as very quickly he came shooting an enormous load in my mouth without warning and faster than I could swallow. He pulled out wiping his cock in my hair before putting it away and zipping up his jeans.
As he walked away without saying another word I thought to myself that he could at least have said thank you.. I heard the door open again, swish too and throw a few time, and finally bang shut. From the corner of my eye I noticed more than one set of feet come into view, all wearing sneakers. A mumble of voices and the sound of zips were soon followed by an assorted stream of piss being aimed at and pouring over my body. Then a cock coming into view and being placed at my lips. It was coloured and cut. Just as I liked them. I couldn.t help myself but licked my lips and pushed my head forward as far as possible in order to approach the weapon aimed at my face. The owner just waggled it around, occasionally brushing my lips.
Finally I heard myself saying, "Let me suck it." I continued to beg to suck the guys cock. After all the training with the boys, it was almost automatic. "Hey, Luke," one of the unseen companions said, "why don.t you show him what he.s asking for?" "Sure! Good idea!" Luke stood, dropped his pants and stuck his firmly muscled cock in my face, sticking his fingers in my mouth and spreading it wide open. "Lick this, boy!"
"Oh, yeah," I groaned, putting a sexy growl in my voice, "I want to suck your cock, I want to worship it, oh baby make me do it, make me eat it, sit on my face, grind it in, oh yeah -".
"Jeez, the kid is good", Luke said. And as he pulled away and I could see that the guy was hard as a rock. Luke knelt to peer at me and his face was flushed. "Boy, you are one hot number. If you suck as well as you talk, I.m gonna fuck your face for an hour!"
"Hey, Luke give us a turn!" "Yeah!" "Keep your pants on!" Luke looked me in the face as I squirmed when he pressed his trainer clad foot on my balls then reached over and down to grasp my helpless cock, stroking me. "No - no, please -". Luke stroked me firmly, looking at me with lust in his eyes. I knew he just had to be gay and started to wonder about the others. After all the stimulation, I knew I wouldn.t last long. "No - please - don.t make me come - please - ah - ah - oh god – oh please - oh - oh -". And then I cried out, erupting in a series of white jets that splashed into his hand and over my stomach.
Luke watched every squirt and squirm, grinning. "You sure are a horny boy aren.t you?" He gave my cock an affectionate squeeze. "Don.t forget - my cock, and your face!" With a lewd grin, hee moved back and I saw him wipe his cum covered hand over his cock before plunging it into my mouth. After ramming his cock down my throat a couple of times he pulled out and jacked off over my face. I moaned with shame feeling his come drip down my face. He was still hard. The next guy got in place and it was pretty much the same deal, only no jack-off this time. Just hot streams of cum down my throat. Whilst this last session was going on I.d heard the door open and several more people had entered.
Even with all I was going through I could hear them talking lowly and obviously watching intently. "Hey", somebody said, "I want to piss now and he.s covering up the urinals." "So what", said another, "just do it anyway". Almost before I knew what was happening they were all pissing at me, joking to see who could get up over my head.
"He.s yours if you want, we.ve finished", I heard a voice say as I heard the bathroom door slam as they departed and I slumped over the urinal in shame. I couldn.t believe what I.d just done!
Toilet whore for a bunch of total strangers! And I was still tied to the urinal. I just had to hope my masters would come in soon.
Looking up I saw that not everyone had left. Luke was still there as were half a dozen boys in their late teens/early twenties, a couple of whom I recognised from earlier parties in the woods, possibly from the track as they were all seemed to be dressed in running shorts and singlet.s. Also by the door I could see my masters but they were making out that they didn.t know me and I knew better than to acknowledge any of them. Obviously they had been keeping an eye on things but weren.t going to interrupt. Luke told me to sit as the coloured boys stood around grinning and fondling their cocks. I could see that some of them were excited already. I made to move away from the urinal but Luke pushed me back and down onto the step.
Then he pulled my arms out further from my body with the ropes that were still attached and tied off at the end of the urinal. I was sat on the step with my legs splayed out in front of me, unable to move and all could see I was splashed with piss and cum from the College jocks who had just left. "Who wants to piss on this boy then" asked Luke and it didn.t take long for them to shrug out of their shorts and play streams of hot piss all over me. I couldn.t help it. Even in this predicament I could feel myself getting hard again. "Look" said Luke, pushing my cock and balls around with his boot. "Boy here likes you. Why not try him with a black cock.
They just had to have been at least bi as before I could breathe a thick black cock was thrust into my face and black fingers pulled at my mouth to force it open. As it entered a pair of hands grabbed hold of my head from behind and pulled it back hard. Spread-eagled as I was and with my head held I couldn.t move as the boy fucked my face for all his worth. Just as he came the urinal started to flush and sprayed all over me as he pulled away. "Well, that.s cleaned him up", said Luke, who seemed to have taken control of the situation. "Let.s try something else".
With that he untied me from the urinal and told me to lie down on the floor. "It.s filthy", I responded as I could hardly make out the colour of the tiles under the dirt and grime tracked in from the sports field. All he did was attach a pair of tit clamps and tell me to lie down again. I looked over at my masters and knew I had no choice. I lay on my back and he pulled my arms out again, tying them off with at the frame on the stall doors. "Who wants to play with him then", he asked the others and after some whispered conversation one knelt down over my chest and aimed his cock at my mouth. As his body came to rest on the tit clamps I let out a groan and he started to get up but Luke told him to continue. Someone else fastened the straps round my cock and balls and then started to flick them with his hand. The pain hit me hard and I couldn.t help but pull my head back of the cock that was just entering my mouth. He slapped me round the face and said he would teach me a lesson for disobeying.
"We.ve brought you for the afternoon and what we want is what we get. Get It?" This was the first intonation I had of what my masters had decided would be a good birthday present for me. To be hired out to what seemed to be a bunch of randy black college kids. I heard the door open again and a voice said, "You see. I told you he.d still be here". Glancing over I saw one of my earlier abusers had returned bringing several more new faces with him. "O God", I thought to myself. "When was this going to end?" Even so, I had one of the biggest erections I could ever remember but strapped up as it was knew I.d bequite unable to cum.
"Hold his legs up," said the boy on my chest as he got off. White boy here needs teaching who.s boss. I felt my legs being pulled up in the air and with my wrists tied behind was immobilised. A whish and a strap fell across my arse that now had the vibrating butt plug up it again. Before I could cry out another strap and yet another. "That.s what you get if you don.t
Satisfy us, get it?" With which my legs were spread-eagled again and tied off somewhere and the coloured boy knelt straddling my chest again. This time he knelt with his thighs either side of my head and looked into my eyes. "Fuck him with those toys and tie of his nuts," he said. "I want to see him hurt."He held my head tightly as the others did as he said. Fucking my arse with the big dildos, flicking my cock and balls and pulling on the chain attached to the tit clamps.
Someone held a popper soaked cloth under my nose and I started to get off on it again. "Open your mouth" he said, as he started to piss over my chest and up to my face. "Hold it in your mouth, and don.t swallow", and I tried to obey as he sprayed over my face and into my open mouth. As he finished pissing he moved further up my head and placed his slowly hardening cock in my mouth where I was trying hard not to swallow his piss. He placed his knees either side of my head and grabbed hold of my hair pulling my face into his crotch and his cock down my throat. "Right", he said, "This end.s mine. You can do what you want with the rest of him just so long as I can see him in pain". Then he pulled his cock out and as I swallowed he forced a hard rubber gag in my mouth that had a round hole in the middle.
I.d not seen him get it out of my bag but he knew what it was for as he immediately rammed his now half hard cock through the hole and back down my throat. "Just so as you won.t bite if my friends get carried away", he said. Meanwhile my legs had been hauled further apart and up into the air tied off somewhere overhead. This left my arse, cock and balls readily available to the others who were having a good time abusing them. The coloured boy sitting astride my head had felt back and was pulling and pinching my nipples as his cock got harder and harder, larger and larger until it was half in and half out of my mouth.
"Hey", he said, "someone come round here and piss over my cock". And sure enough, someone did. I couldn.t see their face but I saw another black cock come into view and then a stream of piss splash over his chest and then down to his cock as it went into my mouth. As the stream trickled down his cock and into my mouth he started to fuck my face. Obviously water sports were nothing new to him. Even this wasn.t enough for him. "Anyone ready to cum?" On getting a couple of Yays, "then wank over my cock", he said. This time I could see two black cocks come into view, one darker and larger than the other, and their owners jacking off for all they were worth. In no time I saw them both start to judder and then streams of cum shot forth, over my face, over his chest, but mainly over his cock, which he then forced fully into my moth telling me to clean it up. It was not that I passed out exactly but from then on I was not really clear what happened. Continuous jolts of poppers have a tendency to release my mind. I just had a vague recollection of walking out, stark naked and covered in cum and piss, driving the brothers home, and being worked on and fucked at both.