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What happened in part twenty-one.
Peter acceded to the demands of a new set of blackmailers, believing that a session of posing and solitary sex was all they wanted for their porn business. He was tricked into coming back for a second session but got angry when they wanted him to hurt the other person. He agreed to go back for a third time as long as no force was involved.
Part Twentytwo.
Peter woke up early next morning and connected to the net. At 7.00 a.m. the email pinged and he watched the inbox as it downloaded.
7.30 this morning! Supermarket car-park or else.
It didn't give him much time. This had him worried. Why the sudden change of plan. Still it should finally be all over now.
The ride to the studio was a silent one.
Right! Get your clothes off and come down to the studio. We learnt from yesterday, and there won't be any rough stuff at all, but we expect you to put out for us much more, or else it will be bad for both of you.
Peter started to head for the small changing cubicle.
No! Don't waste time. Just drop everything there and come over to the table.
Peter took everything off, puzzling over the change in mood on the way, and something in the guy's voice.
Here! Put this mask on. It's a different scene today! You'll be working in the dark!
Peter looked at the black leather hood and after working out the buckle arrangement he put it on. It moulded round his head, like a balaclava with the bottom section cut off, completely blinding him.
Now drink this orange juice. -you'll need all your body fluids today. ..... Good!
What did he mean? Good!
O.K. You've got about fifteen minutes to get yourself hard and ready. Don't cum until we tell you! Oil yourself all over then put in the vibrator.
Peter felt for the oil and started rubbing it in. The mask was making him feel more naked and vulnerable than ever. He fumbled for the vibrator and pictured its shape in his mind. On the front end was a kind of button that he guessed would push on his prostate. The overall shape was almost the same as a butt plug - he could feel where it tapered then flared out again. There was also a wire of about ten cm hanging off the back end. It was bigger than the last one, but he knew he could work it in, especially as he had the oil to make it easier. The practice he'd had before helped, and he felt himself close tightly around the end. It would not be coming out without some effort. While adjusting himself to try and ease the stuffed feeling, his cock started to stiffen.
It must be the pressure on my prostate, he thought as he felt himself grow.
He took another squeeze of oil and rubbed it over his balls, which were also stating to churn. By the time he had finished this he was fully erect. When he started to grease his rod he gasped in shock. It was so hard.
He moved his hand further up to oil the knob - it felt like a lollipop on the end of a stick it was so engorged.
What's going on? he thought. I can't even touch it. How will I stop myself till they tell me? I've never been quite like this before.
For about another five minutes he stood there in his own little world of darkness, conscious of the blood pulsing through his cock. Every throb seemed to tighten it just a bit more. It felt like it must be about twelve inches long. His churning balls pulled up tighter and tighter and his heart rate built higher and higher. For a moment he felt dizzy and disoriented and suddenly he was covered with perspiration. He heard the door of the studio open.
Turn round Peter and give us a look.
Ha! Ha! Very pretty. I thought that might happen. We'll need to make your best feature stand out a lot more though. Come over here and put this on.
Peter felt a kind of rubber ring placed in his hand and knowing what was wanted, he slipped it down what felt like an iron stake now, and cupping his balls he pulled it over. What he couldn't see was a flesh colored band, which held him, and made each ball protrude. He could now feel his precum seeping out.
How can I be getting off like this without even touching myself? he wondered. He leant against the wall as once again he felt slightly lightheaded and hot.
The guy was silent for a moment then started talking. Now listen! Besides doing exactly what I say you have to keep some kind of action happening yourself. Act like you're really making out unless I tell you to stop. If you don't you'll be making trouble for yourself and the other guy. You understand what I'm saying don't you?
Peter felt bad as this left him with no options without making trouble for Allen. The guy put the oil bottle in his hand and led him to the studio. Peter followed with a funny feeling of resignation for his situation. He could feel the pressure on his skin of the heat from the lights, and knew that every minute detail of his body would be captured on the digital-video. He heard a whistle and a laugh from where he remembered the computer/recorder guy was set up.
Hey! Don't they make a pair. This is working out well. This take should really be worth something.
Peter was told to feel his way and check out the situation. He inched his forward till his hand touched a back. He knew instantly it was not Allan - this back felt sturdier. Like a blind man gathering data, his fingertips roamed over the body in front of him. This guy felt just a little taller than Allan, and broader in the shoulders. His muscles felt quite wiry like someone who worked out. His arms were stretched upward and Peter realized he was held by the two ropes strung from above. Next Peter discovered a mask the same as his.
They must want it to look like some kind of leather scene Peter thought.
An extra strap led to the front of the face holding in a rubber gag with a breathing hole. The poor guy is worse off than I am. Moving down he felt a cock rampant like his own, with dribbles of precum running down, and balls that were also bulging out from a rubber ring.
This isn't Allan. Who is it?
Don't worry. He's just another guy who does these scenes for us.
He'll follow the routine. He's done this stuff before, so he knows what to expect. Do what we tell you and it'll be all over for both of you.
Peter felt relief at the thought of being free again.
Right! Oil up his back and butt then his balls and his cock. We'll get this first one over with.
They were right, but why did they expect him to be so excited like the other guy. Normally he would have to do something to get to this stage. Peter oiled the parts in front of him first, then reached round with some more, and smoothed it gently onto the rigid cock with his hand moving slowly from top to bottom. He felt the cock tighten and the guy's whole body shudder - he was just as excited as Peter. Then he lightly massaged the oil onto the balls, which he could feel wriggling in their velvet smooth pouch.
I'm sorry! Said Peter, They're blackmailing me!
The guy swayed his upper body back against Peter's chest, leant his head to Peter's shoulder then moved his head in a little nod.
Peter's heart wrenched at the message of trust he'd just been given.
Shut up you two! We're the ones who talk. Leave a gap between your body and his - don't hug him. We need to see your dong all the time - just touch his butt and back with the end of it. Put your left hand on his shoulder and your right hand in a circle round his cock. Never cover his knob, so we can get a good shot of the spurt. Then rub his balls round. You've gotta make this last for a few minutes so take it slow. Get going!
Peter slowly circled the straining cock with his right hand and immediately felt the guy's body quiver. He carefully moved his groin forward till his cockhead touched the guy's back. Electricity surged through his cock, his balls squirmed, and he fought the urge to thrust himself tightly against this means of release. He froze and held his breath for a minute to try and hold himself. As his hand moved slowly down the rod he heard a low moan. Peter struggled with what to do. He knew he must continue some action or they would be annoyed, but any action for himself meant instant orgasm. His dick seemed to have gone mad. He tried moving his hand up the slippery cock with very little contact but couldn't avoid some light feathery touches. He felt a spasm go through the cock then the whole body shuddered. This was it. No stopping! So he tightened his grip and felt the pole see-saw backwards and forwards. He moved his hand down to cup the balls just as they convulsed, then again, and again, to the sound of encouragement from the camera guy. The involuntary movement against his cockhead was the end. Peter's body took over and he had almost no control, just enough to remember not to crush forward, just enough to continue moving slowly. The fire built within him. His balls felt strange as they tightened and tightened against their restraint. His cock became so hard that for a moment he wondered if a cock could explode from being too filled with blood. And then it did. >From the depths of his groin came a surge of physical ecstasy which stunned him. He felt his come hitting his chin and his hand as he stood on his toes and thrust upwards. He yelled and his mind went into a kind of sensory overload while his body continued to jerk and release.
A voice saying, - Hell! I've never seen one like that before. - brought him back with a dizzy shock. On your feet. Let's keep moving!
Peter thought - is this guy mad? We can't do anything after that! It will take me ages to recover!
As his heart gradually slowed and he gathered his thoughts, he realized with a shock that he was still straining erect.
Oil him up. All over his back first, then move in close and rub him like you're really into it. Squirm against him and up and down.
Peter felt for the oil then started smoothing and massaging the back, underneath the arms, and up round the well defined shoulder muscles. As he moved close he felt his hard dick snug in the guy's ass crack. Already that glimmer of response was making itself felt. He started the oil on the front - feeling the strength in the pectoral muscles and the hardness of the stomach muscles. Peter could feel the guy pushing his backside against him and rubbing it against his cock. For an instant he wondered - does this guy really want this? - till he realised he was doing the same sort of thing himself. Not only is this guy strong. His skin is so smooth.
O.K. Lube his butt and get into him.
Peter gave the guy a hug of reassurance. He found the oil bottle and gave a good squeeze into the guy's backside. Silently cursing the size of his knob he directed it forward. He felt the pressure stimulate his cockhead as the blood was momentarily forced out of it, then he steadily pushed and wriggled his way in. Oh God! The feeling was intense.
Come on! Push! Right in.!
Peter pushed slowly forward till he could feel the pressure as his balls were squeezed.
O. K! Take your time but stay right in and give him a nice friendly hand job. You're looking good together!
Peter was relieved at the gift of time. It meant for the moment at least, that he wasn't hurting this guy.
Both hands!
Peter used his right hand to tease the guys knob and his left hand to gently squeeze and manipulate his balls. He circled the guy's cock with his right hand and moved it up and down as before. He could feel the guy's response. Each time he reached the top and squeezed the blood from the knob he felt a tightening round his own cock. After a moment he could hear the guy start to moan so he focused on playing with his balls. Peter had to concentrate to keep himself right in because the guy kept pushing forward against his hand as he massaged and tickled the balls. As soon as Peter started his right hand movements again the guy started moaning and took over, thrusting his rod up and down. Peter just held his hand tight and let the guy work in his own way. Sometimes with long slow thrusts and sometimes with shorter movements pushing his balls against the bottom of Peter's hand. He seemed to like rubbing the flange back and forth through the circle of Peter's fingers. Peter just couldn't stay right in, and in effect, the guy was moving himself back and forth along Peter's cock.
Good! Thought Peter. He won't do anything that hurts himself.
Before long Peter could tell that the guy had adjusted to the cock inside him. Peter could feel the tension building in his own groin as time went on. Though not as urgent as before, he knew that he couldn't keep control of himself for too much longer. The guy sped up and then he was there. Peter could feel the twitch of the balls, the powerful contractions round his own cock and the throbs against his fingers as the cum was forced up the front channel. He hugged the guy's body close as he felt the involuntary lunges gradually slow till the guy collapsed back against him.
Right! Put your hands on his shoulder and do what I say. Slowly in and out for a while.
Peter did this and was thankful for the lubrication of the oil. The pressure on his cock was heightening its sensitivity and he had to move slower and slower to stay in control.
Right in and keep squishing those balls!
Peter could feel his bloated balls spreading each time he pressed forward.
This time go for it! Start slow but keep building speed and cum inside him.!
Peter started to move backwards and forwards with long slow thrusts, but he soon built speed as the rising tide of sensation started to take over. As the pressure built so did his speed and power of penetration. His groin took fire and he yelled out as he buried himself to the hilt and held there. In the rack of his powerful orgasm his semen spurted strongly, to flood the guys insides. He automatically hugged the guy tight and stood buried deep inside him while his body clenched his groin in its course of ejaculations. He stood there for a while, with that deep feeling of release coursing through him till he gradually recovered his wits.
Well! They're sure going to know what happened there. That was really good! O.K. Come round to his front. Jerkk him with one hand and stick the other up his ass!
Peter gathered himself and moved to do what he was told. His cock was still straining erect and by now he realized there must have been something in the orange juice. This would fit with the way the guy was pleased when he drank it. He held the hard cock in front of him and started to masturbate it slowly. He knew he had to be inventive here so he thought of actions he used on his own cock. He continually played with the knob, squeezing it and tickling the nerve endings, rubbing it back and forth against the smooth skin of the stomach. He traced his fingers up and down the guy's inner thighs, rolled the cock gently between his two hands and returned to gently squeezing the flaring helmet.
Get that finger up!
Peter pressed his finger in and left it there while he worked with his right hand, once more concentrating on the sensitive knob.
Now put his knob in your mouth and keep it there till he cums.
Peter found he could just manage this but it meant he had to press against the ball sac. Each time he moved his hand down he could feel the balls spread and rebound because of the rubber ring.
Come on! Bring him off!
Peter could feel some response but sensed he would have to work harder this time. He sped up his hand, hoping he wasn't hurting the guy's balls, and swiveled his tongue on the cockhead.
Prod him!
Peter located the right spot with his finger and tried to continue all his actions. He found that by synchronizing the motion of both hands he could focus on the mouth actions. The guy started to move a bit of his own accord, maybe to help, or in response to what was happening to him. Peter continued this, gradually trying to speed up as the guy grabbed his shoulders and held on tight, sometimes pulling Peter toward him a bit. Suddenly the guys buttocks tightened and frantically pushed back and forward. Peter felt the balls resist being spread and then the current move through the cock as his mouth was filled with a sweet salty taste. Peter stopped his motions and waited.
O.K. Let some of the cum dribble out and swallow the rest! Now tongue that head for a minute.
Oh no! Thought Peter, but he hung on tight while the guy squirmed and wriggled to free his sensitive helmet.
Right! We're taking a break for ten minutes!
But what about this guy? He can't stay hung up like this all the time.
Why not? He's strong! Oh well! If that's the way you want it! It's your ass! Get that plug out!
What now?
Peter had the feeling that he had done exactly what the guy wanted. While he struggled with the vibrator he could hear a chair being moved.
O.K. You can sit on his lap with his cock up your bum! I know you'll like that!
Peter positioned himself and gradually lowered onto the hard rod.
Right Paul! Hold his cock with both hands and don't let go. Fuck up into him for a while and then you wait for us. No Talking!
Paul. Peter suddenly felt differently about the guy beneath him. Having a name made him more of a person somehow. Peter wondered if they were still being videoed. He felt pressure like a hug from the arms around him and then Paul's head relaxed forward to rest on Peter's back. Peter realized that he really liked this guy. Up to now he'd been the one who had to take everything, and still he was giving signals that things were O.K. Peter relaxed and tried not to move so he didn't disturb Paul. Thoughts moved slowly through Peter's head. What was it that was making their cocks stay so hard? Why had they been so different today? He couldn't imagine them caring about either Paul or himself. And why was Paul on the receiving end so much? Probably that was going to change now, and that was really why they were sitting like this. For an instant Peter felt the pressure of the two hands on his cock relax and he thought they were going to fall to his lap. No! He can't fall asleep. If he does we'll both be in trouble somehow. He clenched his butt round Paul's cock and wriggled a little and was relieved to feel Paul's body give a bit of a start and then the hands grasp him firmly again. Peter suddenly knew that despite the bad circumstances he was sharing a moment of intimacy with Paul. Peter heard movements and the moment was over.
O.K. Right up into him nice and friendly, while we change the videotapes!
Peter felt the steady thrust from Paul till the camera guy returned.
Right! We want some shots of Peter getting it now. On the mat, doggy style! Rub your cock up his crack a bit then push it right in.
Peter felt his body jerk each time Paul shoved forward. Next Paul had to grab Peter's cock and balls with both hands while he rested his head sideways on Peter's back and kept going in and out.
O.K. Peter! You're back in the saddle now for a long ride! Squeeze plenty of that oil into his butt! Now back in the chair with Paul sitting on your cock! You're not there for a rest this time! We want five minutes of this so make it look good, but stop if you're going to cum!
The extra oil meant that his cock slid more easily in and out without any lessening of the pressure, and he could feel the juices leaking out round his balls. Peter thrust steadily but gently into Paul for a while then stopped and played with his balls, which felt as if they had become a bit looser. No wonder after three orgasms. For a while he bounced Paul on his cock but soon a tingle of response warned him to change so he spent the time with slow thrusts and more cock play, moving both hands from top to bottom one after the other, then playing with the knob, pressing and tickling it.
That's good enough! Now! Peter down on the mat and Paul kneel over his chest. Paul can do the work this time! Lean back and get that cock right in you and then start slamming your butt up and down. We want to see those balls spreading each time! Peter! If you start to lose it then grab his cock and play with it till you're ready to go again!
After some maneuvering and guidance from each other, Peter and Paul were in position. Peter felt Paul slide down onto him and the weight spread his balls and squashed them tight. He hoped Paul wouldn't slam down too hard. Paul sped up and Peter flinched away each time he came down, trying to protect himself. Then he suddenly realized he could cope. Paul had understood what was happening, and was stopping that last fraction, which made all the difference. Paul changed his motion to a rhythmical rocking back and forth of his hips. This was a much more pleasant and natural movement but the different type of pressure on his cock was building Peter's response. Before long he had to grab Paul's cock and play with it for a while. When his cock was released Paul started the rocking movement again, obviously not wanting to continue with the slamming. Almost immediately Peter felt the tension start to build in his groin. He quickly grabbed the cock again. It must look like he couldn't get enough of it. He had a strange thought - I feel like I'm flying a joystick.
We picked stars this time! Look at them go! O.K. Stop that and Paul get on your stomach! Peter lie on top of him, nice and comfy looking and push your cock in! Both spread your legs wide so we get a clear angle! Now push in deep for a minute and exaggerate the hip movement!
In this position Peter felt vulnerable and crude. He knew the camera was taking close ups of his backside and protruding balls.
We want to see that knob making the plunge! Keep taking it right out and putting it just in for a couple of minutes!
Oh! Thought Peter. This is going to send me over the edge - I know it. The pressure of his sensitive knob against the entrance forced the blood out of it. This compression had the effect of causing him to tighten his groin muscles and his cock would be just that extra bit harder as well. Peter slowly entered and exited, trying to last the time as the pressure built more and more until he was quivering with the tension.
Right! Stop that! Don't waste it! We want to build that load for a bit yet!
Peter fell to one side panting as his heart rate and excitement gradually relaxed.
You've got half a break now while we have some coffee!
Thank goodness they like coffee thought Peter.
Peter! On your side and Paul behind him! Get that cock in and keep it in! Paul lift your leg over his hip and hold his cock with your hand! Keep him going a bit! Nice and cosy!
Peter relaxed, and despite Paul's gentle thrusts and teasing of his cock, he calmed himself down. He thought to himself - this is the most comfortable position we've been in. If only this was all we had to do. Both guys just lay there as the time passed, relieved that nothing was happening for a while.
O.K.! O.K.! Up on your knees doggy style now with Paul getting it! Play round for a while then lots of action! Don't hurt him but really pound it in. When you're ready, kneel up and give us a clear shot of your cock in his crack, spurting onto his back!
Peter pressed his cockhead into Paul and pushed as far as he could go. For a moment he held there and then started a series of sharp jabs, making Paul rock forward on his hands and knees. Next he did some standard thrusting but this very quickly built his arousal so he stopped and played with Paul's cock. Next Peter held his own body still, and grabbing Paul's hips, moved him back and forth till Paul started this rocking movement himself. Peter's body now passed that point of no return. The urge to thrust took over and his mind no longer had control. His whole consciousness became focused on his groin as his muscles worked faster and faster. He felt the tension build in his balls as they slapped and squashed against Paul, while his cock gradually tightened. Paul started to help by bracing, and even pushing back against each forward movement, while clenching tightly inside. Just in time Peter withdrew and rested his cock in the crack, pressing his cock against Paul with his hand as he made the last few movements which brought him to climax. His balls clenched tight and he felt the fire as his sperm jetted out. He knelt there awhile as his body stopped for that timeless period.
O.K. You can both lie on your backs. Just make sure you keep holding each other's cock.
Peter felt drained. His cock still remained erect even after three strong orgasms, which just wasn't normal, but surely they couldn't expect much more to happen. As he felt Paul rubbing and squeezing his balls and playing with his cock he was thankful to just lie there.
Some photos were taken of them with their cocks rubbing and their balls grinding together.
Paul had to hold both cocks together and work them then Peter had to do the same. Peter had to spend time playing with Paul's balls, sucking and licking them and trying to put them in his mouth then Paul had to do the same and jiggle them round. Peter had to suck Paul's knob and push his tongue in its slit as well as letting it go as far down his throat as he could.
That's enough of the teaser shots! Get the buzzer back in! Now! Paul on your back and get your legs up on his shoulders! Peter! Plug that cock back in its new home!
Peter guided his cock back in and it slid easily into the now familiar feeling of Paul's chute.
Now! Grab his dong and really go for it, but pull out and cum on his front this time!
Peter started to thrust backward and forward. His cock was as hard as ever but he couldn't feel any response. He gradually increased speed. He tried different styles -short quick jabs and long driving thrusts. Paul's body was slowly being pushed along the mat by the strength of his efforts.
Hurry up!
Peter felt like a machine as he kept going. His heart rate built and his sweat was starting to run freely. He could hear the sound of squelches as his cock went in and out, in and out. It was never ending but suddenly he felt a change. Each time he thrust forward he felt Paul clench tightly round his cock. My God! He's helping me! The friction increased and the tightness built with a rush. Once more his body gradually responded and brought him steadily to the brink. Just in time he pulled out and emptied himself over Paul before collapsing forward.
Great! You two are performing well today! Now you can lie down and relax till we're ready again. But keep that dick in its parking slot!
Peter and Paul maneuvered till they were lying with Paul spooned in front of Peter. Peter faded out with his arms wrapped round Paul who didn't move.
A prod to his backside woke him up.
Get up you two! Time for the final act!
Peter's heart sped up as he and Paul separated then climbed to their feet. Peter felt Paul's hands clasp round his neck and then his strong wiry legs jump up and grip round his waist. Peter automatically put his arms round Paul's back to hold him up.
O.K. Peter! Get into him and go for it!
Oh No! I'll have to fake it thought Peter. There's nothing left. My cock's hard but it feels dead and my balls are strained.
He positioned Paul so that he could enter him and then pressed himself home. He slowly started to thrust as he worked out the dynamics of the two bodies. Holding Paul wasn't hard as he was obviously helping as much as he could, but he found that to move his cock in and out he had to stand on his toes to keep proper balance. This was much harder and he knew his muscles would have to work. Just as well he had good endurance. He stood there for several minutes, in this strange affectionate position with the feel of Paul's rigid cock rubbing against his body with every movement as he pushed in and out. Here goes! He thought and started to speed up as best he could when he felt a strange sensation. The vibrator had started. He hesitated and almost lost his balance as he adjusted himself to the vibration and pressure on his private spot. Peter felt the sensations increasing steadily as the vibrator went faster and faster, spreading their effects to his cock and balls. A feeling of heat and tightness grew in his groin. He could feel his balls start to spasm and his cock throb as he held it thrust to its greatest depth. Then he exploded once again, forcing his white fire of life into Paul. Gasping with the effort and the orgasm, he held Paul tight and sank to the mat.
Now do exactly what I tell you! Keep those legs around his back! Peter! Press that cock right in and leave it there. Now take of you mask and look at the cameras!
As Peter started to remove the mask he thought it was all over. His eyes were temporarily dazzled by the strength of the light after the darkness. He looked round the room with his eyes slitted, till they adjusted. As his sight returned he could see that there were three cameras recording from different angles and the camera guy was holding another in his hands. Probably for the close up work he thought.
Next Peter's eyes went to the body he was joined to and he thought with a jolt - No! He's too smooth. He looks young.
Now take Paul's gear off!
Peter removed the gag first and watched Paul moisten his lips and move his jaws to ease their ache . A dark premonition hit him as he released the buckles and removed the mask. As Paul's eyes blinked and focused Peter felt the shock building inside himself. He's just a boy! A terrible shame came over Peter as he realized that somehow ,the blindness and anonymity of the process had made everything so impersonal, he'd just gone along with it.
A horrible laugh made him look round.
We've got you now you bastard! You're ours for good!
Peter felt the world collapsing round him. In his despair he asked,
Why did you make me do this to such a young person?
That's the whole idea of it! He's just another poof and we needed him to really nail you down! You're our gravy train and we can't let you go yet. That first session has already sold and they're bashing at the door to get more of you. When they see what you're like with Paul they'll go out of their minds.
Peter felt part of himself fade away. He'd always thought of himself as a good person, but how could he be if he'd done this.
You better listen hard to this part! If you don't do just what we want, they'll lock you up and throw away the key! Rape of a minor for a start! But here's the other part. If you try to back out then Paul suffers! He's got himself into a bit of a situation!
Peter looked down at Paul to see tears running down his face and fear in his eyes. Peter gave up. His mind was refusing to work and he blindly followed orders as they got what they called mug shots of himself and Paul in a series of compromising situations without the leather masks to hide their faces.
Next he was told that he and Paul would be living there for the next few weeks so they could have as many sessions as they wanted.
Here! Use this phone to ring your house and tell someone you're staying with a friend for a while. As Peter picked up the phone he wondered how other people coped with the loss of hope.
The End of Part Twenty-One.
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