Paul lay there, wondering what would happen next.
It was not as if he could do anything about it.
He was naked, blindfolded with his wrists tied to the pockets and his ankles tied to the feet of the pool table in the pub's back room. His cock was hard and aching from anticipation, trapped beneath him throbbing against the green felt, a damp patch forming where he leaked precum.
At least the pub's empty, he thought to himself.
All my own fault really, he thought, wonder what he's doing.
He could hear Iain moving about, sounded like he was tidying up, which seemed reasonable as it was after hours.
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He had arrived by train about a quarter to nine, the pub was only a two minute walk from the station.
He had walked in and stood at the end of the bar, Iain nodded and said, "be with you in a sec".
He finished serving the customer and walked over, "what can i get you" he asked "a vodka tonic please", Paul replied.
He stood at the bar and had a drink, then another and chatted with Iain when he wasnt busy, closing time approached and last orders were called, Paul got a last drink and slowly enjoyed it.
Iain began to chase people to finish their drinks and go.
Paul thought to himself, "I was right he doesnt recognise me".
Iain came over and said, "come on then, finish up means you too", Paul took a folded note from his pocket and handed it to Iain, he had written the note on the train.
Iain looked at it and read what was written, "I thought you said you'd recognise me, the fat slut from Edinburgh?"
Iain looked at him, recognition dawning in his eyes and without saying anything motioned him to come along, Paul followed Iain into the pub's back room.
Once through the door Iain grabbed Paul by the balls and told him to "strip, now".
Paul did as he was told and began to strip, the last stragglers were finishing up and leaving.
Iain said "be naked when i get back" then left. Paul heard the doors closing and being locked.
Iain returned and paul was standing in a pair of pink panties and black thigh high stockings and black shoes with 3 inch heels, with an obvious hardon tenting the panties.
Iain grabbed him and bent him over the pool table, he pulled the panties down to mid thigh and laid six slaps across paul's bumcheeks.
Paul cried out in pain and Iain said "better start enjoying it, those were just the beginning, now dont move".
Iain left and returned a few minutes later, he blindfolded paul and tied him to the pool table.
Now he lay there thinking, "i wonder how long it will take to tidy up?"
A few minutes later Paul was rudely awakened from his reverie when a leather strap slashed across his arse.
12 stripes later and paul was begging Iain to stop.
Iain ran his hand over the hot redstriped cheeks and said, "ok nice and warm" he undid his zip and released his hard 9inch cock, with one thrust he rammed it into paul's tight hole till his balls were nestled between paul's asscheeks.
Paul howled in pain as the hard member drove into his dry hole, "enjoying it slut? Iain asked laughing.
I warned you what you would get if you came here, I admit I didnt think you had the balls to turn up, but since you are here i wouldnt want to make a liar of myself".
Saying that he began to fuck Paul, hard and fast, gradually paul's ass lubed itself and by the time Iain was ready to shoot his wad he was sliding in and out easily and paul was begging for more.
Iain stiffened and rammed his dick all the way up Paul's abused ass, he stiffened and shot what seemed like gallons of cum into the tight hole. He pulled out and walked round the table, he shoved his flaccid cock into Paul's mouth and said "clean me bitch", Paul sucked and licked till the member was clean.
"That will hold you till we get to my place", he said as he released Paul.
Iain said "put on the Tshirt, panties and shoes", paul looked at him, "what about my jeans?"
"I said tshirt and heels", Iain replied squeezing paul's balls, "understand?"
Yes sir paul said and obeyed.
"Come on" said Iain, paul picked up his jeans and put them in his rucksack and followed iain to the door.
Iain unlocked and stepped outside, dressed in tshirt panties stockings and shoes, paul followed a little unsteadily in the high heels.
Iain locked up and led him across the almost deserted carpark towards a beat up ford mondeo, the few stragglers watched with interest and iain made him wiggle his bum as he walked. Iain unlocked the car and got in, paul stood by the passenger door acutely aware of the eyes watching his almost naked bum.
"Get in", iain said unless you want to stay there, "im sure your arse would be filled a few times before the cops arrived to pick you up".
Paul jumped in quickly.
"Dont bother with the seatbelt" Iain said, "get on your knees on the floor", as he said this he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi hard cock.
He reached over and pulled paul's head into his lap, now suck on this.
Paul sucked on the hard cock as Iain drove the relatively short couple of miles to his home.
As he parked the car Iain said "oh good a treat for you some of the neighbours are about". Paul was mortified, "i cant get out like this, the car park was bad enough"
"you would rather be naked?" iain asked.
"No, No please dont do that to me".
"Get out now iain barked", paul climbed up onto the seat from his kneeling position to discover that there were 12 or 15 people near the car which was parked in front of a block of 4 flats.
They were laughing and nudging each other at the sight of the fat slut emerging from the car, iain had already fastened his jeans and stood waiting to lock the car.
"Move bitch" he yelled and paul hurried round to his side. "Someones going to have a sore arse tonight", a voice called out, "You'd better beleive it" Iain replied to raucous laughter from the assembled group.