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The Night Bus Chapter Two
I had a lot of things to think about, crouching beside a bin in the alley. The most immediate was praying no-one would come to the bins and that it wasn't collection day. The most important was how to get home, wherever that was from here. All my clothes were gone. Shoes, wallet, mobile, and keys, too. Even the tatters of my shirt. But, oddly, I couldn't stay focused on my predicament or how to get myself out of it. I kept reliving the hours before.
Charlie had put me on my knees and slid his mostly soft cock down my throat. It didn't stay mostly soft there long. With my hands tied behind me, one hand of his hands on each of my ears, and the back of my head firmly against a bin behind me, there was no way to resist, let alone escape, as his cock swelled and cut off my air. Each time I approached the brink of suffocation, I would writhe wildly, trying to struggle away. No matter how desperate I got, though, I made sure my jaws were well wide open. I had no reason to doubt he really would knock my teeth out if he felt them, wasting thousands of pounds and an adolescence in orthodontics. Charlie seemed mostly to ignore my struggling, except he always managed to pull back just before I fainted, leaving only his knob in my mouth.
When he pulled back, he'd turn my face up to look at him so he could watch me choke out gobs of slime around the sides of his shaft between gasps for air. He'd turned his cap round backwards at some point so the brim was out of his face. Even shadowed by his head, his face was still clear under the bright halogen light. His eyes were half-lidded, his lower lip between his teeth even as he smirked down at me. He'd wait for me to catch my breath, then give me a little quarter nod with his chin as he slowly plunged back into my throat -- just enough warning for me to fill my lungs whilst I could.
After a score of repetitions, he got close again and pulled all the way out and guided my head back down to his balls. I whimpered as I ran my tongue over them, his throbbing cock smearing spit, snot, and his precum over my face, forehead, and hair. As I gently sucked one ball into my mouth he grinned. 'Yeah, you like this, fagboy,' he said. 'This is what you wanted back on the bus.'
I whimpered again and nodded the best I could with my mouth full of testicle. Jack, my ex, had tied me up and skull-fucked me, too, but it had just been my wrists to his headboard whilst he straddled my face. And Jack had a nice cock but nothing like this thick, eight-inch monster. Charlie moved his right hand to his cock and began stroking it slowly. His left hand nudged me over to his other ball. I lapped sloppily at it and took it in. He smiled and closed his eyes.
'I just decided where I'm gonna put my load when I cum,' he said quietly. 'You wanna know, fagboy?' he asked. I grunted affirmatively through my full mouth. He opened his eyes and grinned again. 'And spoil the surprise?' he said as he pulled his sack from my mouth and guided his cock back in. 'Nah.'
That's when the skull-fucking truly began. He had a hand on each ear again, gripping tightly as he began rapidly thrusting all the way in and almost all the way out, until the ridge of his knob was barely inside my lips. He was going so fast I couldn't time my breathing properly and I started snorting my own snot back into my sinuses. I felt like I was going to drown in my own slime when suddenly he pulled completely out. As I gasped and retched, his hands left my ears and closed round his cock. Through my bleary eyes I could see he was urgently wanking himself. With both fucking hands! I barely got two fingers and my thumb round mine.
It took him only three or four strokes before he erupted, aiming for my face and hair. The first shot landed squarely in my left eye but stretched down past my jaw and to my neck. I flinched away and blinked at the burning sensation as three more followed, coating me thoroughly, before he grabbed my fringe with his left hand and slammed his cock back down my throat, still shooting. I hadn't prepared myself and immediately began choking. He pulled halfway out and thrust all the way back down once, twice more. The third time I coughed his spunk up and out my nostrils. He pulled out and stepped back.
'Fuckin' A-star, fagboy! You've done well!' he cried. He turned to the other two and exchanged a loud high five with each in turn, his cock and balls still hanging obscenely over the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. 'Fuckin' A,' he repeated. 'Nige, wipe his face off with that rag and take your turn. You're gonna fuckin' love it! Gav, get the word out, text the lads we that got a top-grade cocksucker down here and we're about to try the other end, too!'
The boy Charlie called Nige stepped forwards with my shirt and bent to roughly wipe my face clean. 'Don't want none of Charlie's nut on my fuckin' trackies, fagboy,' he muttered. Then he tossed the shirt to the wet, grimy pavement and stood. Like Charlie, he pulled his waistband down but unlike Charlie he was wearing boxer-briefs underneath. He pulled them down, too, and tucked them under his balls. His cock was hard already, jutting up from another untrimmed bush, but it was merely average. Merely. My throat felt like it had been reamed with a wire brush but I wrapped my lips round him.
Nige didn't last more than five minutes. When he finished, as deep inside me as he could reach, he pulled back and I could see Charlie and Gav behind him. They'd brought over a wooden crate from between two bins and turned it upside down. It was about waist high on Gav, the shorter of the two. Charlie grabbed me under the shoulder and hefted me to my feet. I swayed precariously, the lingering effects of the drugs and alcohol combined with lightheadedness from so much cocksucking.
'Now let's see the real prize,' Charlie said as he pushed me over the crate, my bare chest scratching on the rough, ragged wood. He reached round and undid my trousers, then pulled them and my trunks down. Someone behind me whistled.
'Oh, that is fuckin' prime,' Charlie said as he slapped my exposed arse hard. I yelped. 'Gav,' he said, 'stop fuckin' around and plug that gob.' Gav didn't need a second invitation. He walked round to my head and, like Nige, pulled the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms and boxer-briefs under his package. He too was hard, about the same size as Nige and again untrimmed. It suddenly occurred to me that the two might be brothers; I hadn't given them enough thought before to even notice.
'This is fuckin' choice posh faggot arse here,' Charlie was telling Nige behind me. He slapped the other buttock. 'Look, it's got just the right amount of jiggle. No fat, just posh boy bounce. Hey, I know...' he trailed off. I felt him pull my belt from round my neck. It had been dangling loose since he'd let the end go to tie my arms. 'I bet he got plenty of this at school. They still canin' and beltin' you pricks at your posh school, fagboy?' I couldn't grunt no or shake my head with Gav's fists gripping my hair and his cock threading my gullet. But I could fucking shriek when the first blow of the belt fell.
'Fuckin' nice, Charlie,' Nige said admiringly. I felt a coarse hand rub my rump. It felt like I'd been branded where the leather struck.
'Fuck, lads!' Gav said. 'Fagboy's throat seized up like a cunt creamin' when you did that!'
'Oh yeah?' Charlie asked.
'Fuck yeah! Might've nipped me a bit with his teeth though,' Gav answered.
'She fuckin' what?' Nige called incredulously.
'He won't do that with no teeth,' Charlie said coldly.
'Just a reflex. He didn't mean nothin' by it,' Gav said. 'Did ya, fagboy,' he said quietly as he pulled out to bend over and meet my eyes.
'No, Gav! No, it was an accident!' I stammered hoarsely.
'Who the fuck is Gav to you, fagboy?' he asked, eyes wide in surprise. 'Did you lads hear the mouth on this faggot?'
The other two laughed. 'She must think you're her boyfriend now,' Nige said.
'Fuck you, Nige!' Gav retorted. He stepped round behind me; Charlie took his place. His face was stone.
'Did you fuckin' bite him?' he asked.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just didn't expect it, the belt, I swear!' I stammered.
'Well fuckin' expect it now,' he said. 'And if he or any of the others comin' say anythin' about teeth again, you will fuckin' lose them, doubt it not.'
'Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir' I said.
'You fuckin' will be.' He looked up. 'Jesus, look at the pair of you fightin' over one calling the other queer while you've both got your cocks hangin' out! Your fuckin' mother must've split one brain between you both!' When he stood up, I saw that he at least had put his cock away but the bulge down his leg said he wasn't soft. 'Gav, get back over here and plug up fagboy's mouth while I warm his arse for fuckin'!'
Charlie looked back down at me before he and Gav switched places again. '"Sir" will do when you don't need our names. When you do, which you normally won't, that's Boss Gav,' he pointed to one side, 'that's Boss Nige,' he pointed behind me, 'and I'm fuckin' Master Charlie. Understand, fagboy?'
'Yes, Master Charlie,' I answered.
'When the others get here, guess what they're called?' he asked.
'"Boss", sir,' I answered. He patted me on the cheek before he walked to the other side of the crate. Gav put his cock, mostly soft now, back in my mouth.
'Got him plugged, Gav?' Charlie asked.
'Yeah, mate, wale away.'
'You just worry about the front, I've got the back in hand,' Charlie said. And he did. As I started caressing Gav back to an erection with my mouth, I felt what had to be Charlie's hand slide into my arsecrack. 'Nige, pull his arse open, I wanna see his hole.'
'Ergh, fag arse,' Nige protested.
'You're fuckin' gonna be inside it shortly, daft git, and you can't fuckin' hold it open? And weren't you just feelin' up that welt?'
I heard grumbling but couldn't make out the words as I felt coarse hands on my buttocks again, then the night air on my hole.
'Fuck yes,' someone murmured too softly for me to tell which of them it was. 'Smooth as silk and no sign of a hair.' I heard someone spit, then felt a moist finger trace my hole.
'Oh he likes that, lads,' Gav said. 'He damn near swallowed my cock off!'
'Any teeth?' Charlie asked menacingly.
'Nah, plenty of throat though.'
'How 'bout this?' Charlie asked. I squealed around Gav's cock as the finger pushed its way inside me. They all laughed.
'Was that a good noise or a bad one?' Nige asked.
'Doesn't matter,' Charlie said. He pulled his finger out and Nige released my arse. 'All right, Gav, get ready to fuck creamin' pussy.' I braced myself mentally just in time for the onslaught. Charlie and Gav could have been a metronome with that belt for the regularity of the strokes, Gav thrusting as deep as his average cock would allow, then the sharp crack of leather on my skin, punctuated by a muffled yelp from me, just as Gav bottomed out. I made fucking sure my jaws stayed open, though. Charlie had landed about a dozen more strokes when he stopped. Gav cursed under his breath; he'd been just at the edge. I froze as I heard footsteps and voices coming from the street behind me, then the groan of the broken door's hinges.
'Oi oi, lads,' a new voice said. 'This our cocksucker then?'
'Nah, Freddie, I just got my cock in his mouth to pass the time,' Gav said.
'Better his mouth than your sister's arse as per usual,' the one who must be Freddie retorted.
'Oi!' Nige and Gav said almost simultaneously.
'Just bants, mates, innit? Just bants!' Freddie and six other teens came round from the back end of the crate to stand in a semicircle behind Gav. I couldn't really see them. I could just count pairs of trainers.
'Go on, Gav, finish off so we can get ours,' another new voice said.
'No, I'm next,' Charlie almost growled. 'He's gotta get me slicked up so I can fuck him.'
'All right, Charlie, all right,' the last one who'd spoke said. 'We gettin' turns at that, too, then?'
'Yeah, why not?' Charlie answered. 'Take your pick. Fagboy won't mind.'
'Will you lot shut the fuck up so I can nut?' Gav asked.
'Yeah, mate. Here, let me tighten him up for you,' Charlie said. He brought the belt back down. I yelped again.
'Fuckin' hell,' someone said softly.
'That noise he makes feels awesome on your cock, Con,' Gav said. 'In fact, a couple more and I'm gonna cum.'
'Good, I want in this fuckin' hole,' Charlie said. Gav thrust again and Charlie dealt a ferocious blow with the belt. I almost levitated off the crate. I did not fucking close my mouth though. Three more times and Gav grabbed my ears and pulled himself as far into my face as he could go, followed inevitably by a final crack of leather just as Gav exploded.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuck!' Gav shouted as he clenched every muscle and I gulped half a dozen shots of cum. 'Unh,' he grunted at last as he slouched away. 'Jesus fuckin' Christ, the best blowjob I ever got was from Fiona Carpenter in Year 10, and fagboy here just blew her out the water.'
'He just blew you, dozy cunt,' one of the voices said to a chorus of laughter. Gav backed away, which gave me my first look at the rest of Charlie's crew. A variety of heights and colours, they were all slim, fit, and in their teens.
Charlie reappeared from my right side. 'You two, back on your phones,' he said, nodding to Gav and, from the direction, Nige behind me. At first I thought incredulously that he wanted them to summon more cocks for me to take but it dawned on me he meant videos again. I opened my mouth to protest but Charlie glared down at me preemptively. 'Don't,' he warned. 'They got the rest of my blowjob, too, while you were too horny to notice. And it's not like you're not on the bus CCTV already anyway.' And I closed my mouth in shock as I realised he was right.
Charlie tossed my belt to a dark-skinned boy with close-cropped hair. 'Freddie, hit his arse with that like I did when I shove my cock down his throat.'
'Yeah, ok, Charlie,' Freddie said.
Charlie pushed his tracksuit down to his knees this time. No wonder his thighs felt so hard when I'd pushed on them, I thought; he had the quadriceps of an Olympic hurdler. His cock was already hard and ready. I knew what was coming. I opened my mouth and he slid all the way in until my nose was in his pubes. The belt cracked on my arse again, not quite as hard as Charlie had swung it but my buttocks were tender, hot, and broken in now. Charlie's cock was too thick to yelp around -- the air just couldn't get far enough up from my lungs -- but my eyes bulged and my throat clenched.
'Too fuckin' right, Gav, you weren't jokin',' Charlie said. 'Again, Freddie.'
'Told ya, Charlie,' Gav said from the side. Freddie, Charlie, and I repeated the process.
'Fuck, I wish I'd known this when I took his throat the first time,' Charlie said. 'I'd give him another load this way now but I want that fuckin' arse. It looked even tighter than this feels.' He pulled back so only the head was in my mouth. 'You'd better get that fuckin' wet,' he said softly to me. 'I don't wanna rip you but I'm goin' up that hole.' I nodded and slobbered copiously on his knob. I'd had three of Jack's fingers inside me before but fully hard Charlie's cock was thicker than that. And three fingers were just three fingers across; Charlie was three fingers all the way round.
Charlie pulled out of my face and walked to the back of the crate. 'Somebody, I don't care who, get ready to plug fagboy up if he gets too loud. But first I wanna hear him when he feels this break him open.'
'Oh fuck,' I murmured. I felt Charlie's hand on my left hip; I heard him snort and clear his throat again, then felt his gob land on my hole. It was followed by the heat and pressure of his cock.
'I've seen your hole, fagboy,' Charlie said quietly. 'I can tell you know how to take a cock. Maybe not this size but you need to let me in. You've got nine more dicks after mine and that's going to be rough enough as it is without getting torn on the first one.'
'I'll let you in, sir,' I murmured again. So he really was going to let them all have me, I thought for an instant. But then I couldn't think of anything except the searing white pain as he pushed his knob through my ring. I wailed 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!' as my lungs slowly emptied.
'You!' Charlie called out. One of the boys in front had his cock out. 'Plug him up,' Charlie ordered. The boy stepped forwards but not before I refilled my lungs. Charlie hadn't stopped. Wasn't stopping. He was going all the way in on the first stroke.
'Oh God, oh God,' I was panting before the cock entered my mouth. And then I sucked it desperately, awash in the pain and unexpected pleasure of Charlie's cock breaking me open, just as he'd promised.
Charlie was not in a hurry. I'd sucked a load out of him not long before and I'd tasted the dregs of earlier cum all the way back on the bus so he was on at least round three. The bus! How fucking long ago had I been on the bus? But I couldn't think about the bus now. Charlie was long-dicking me with his whole eight inches at a leisurely pace. All the way in and all the way out. I mean all the way out, too. His knob was popping in and out of my ring on each stroke. At least he spat on his cock and my hole again every few strokes to keep them slick.
I knew what Charlie was up to right away -- taking his fucking time with me -- but it took a while to dawn on the rest of the boys. They didn't mind occupying themselves with my mouth as they waited, though, at least not until they'd had their turn in it and cum. I'd been grunting in pain as I sucked the first, but by the second, I was moaning. By the third I was arching and trying to push back to meet Charlie's thrusts. My hole had been hungry, so fucking hungry, since Jack dumped me three months ago. Yeah, I'd been fucked by some randoms and fucked myself with my toys, but when you've had that one, life-defining cock -- maybe it's the size, maybe it's the way a man uses it -- everything else pales in comparison. But now I was learning that Jack's was not my life-defining cock as I'd thought.
Freddie was the fourth boy to cum in my mouth with Charlie's cock in my hole but after him Charlie didn't want my mouth plugged any more. When Freddie backed away, Charlie leant forwards and grabbed my fringe, pulling my neck back as he leant over me. I could feel his slick skin on my back and I realised he'd stripped off his vest and tracksuit jacket. It felt like he was up on his toes, too, trying to shove every millimetre of his cock inside me.
'Who fuckin' owns you now, fagboy?' he asked.
'You do, sir,' I moaned.
'Louder. Tell them,' he said.
'Master Charlie owns me,' I said. The boys looked on in awe, lust, and hunger. I was the prey. They were the wolves. And Charlie was the leader of the pack. His cock embedded in me may as well have been fangs in the neck of a deer.
'Louder! Tell the whole estate.'
'Master Charlie owns me!' I yelled.
'Fuck! Yes! I! Do!' he grunted, slamming his hips against me with each word. Then he wrapped his other hand round my throat and pulled me up against him.
'Cum, faggot!' he commanded. 'Do it now! Show them!' And I fucking did. My cock erupted and my spunk shot four feet up in a ballistic arc, glistening in the light of the halogen lamp overhead. I screeched as Charlie bent my body back by my throat, his thighs under mine, lifting my feet off the pavement, impaling me on him. My cock spurted five more times, the power ebbing with each until the last barely dribbled from my cock slit. He lowered my chest back down to the crate. I whimpered and mewled because my hole was raw as he continued to fuck me, quickly now; he was still not done but was finally ready to be. At last he came, too, with what sounded like a snarl, pounding into me so hard the crate was rocking back and forth under me.
He fell on top of me, panting, when his balls had emptied. 'My fuckin' fagboy,' he muttered into my ear.
'Yes, sir,' I murmured back. He rose and stepped back, pulling his long cock slowly from my hole. The others looked on as he walked, indeed naked, round to my face and grabbed my fringe yet again. His other hand guided his cock into my mouth and I sucked it. Fuck, I sucked like sucking it was my only purpose in life. He was still half-hard.
He reluctantly pulled out and backed an arm's length away, still gripping my hair. I saw him fully revealed to me for the first time. His skin was smooth like mine, except for his pits, pubes, and the trail down from his navel. But unlike the skin on my slim but undeveloped body, every inch of his was drawn tight over hard, flat plates of lean muscle. His sweat made him shine in the halogen light.
He bent over, his nose inches from mine. 'I told you I'd break your throat, arse, and brain,' he said so only I could hear. Then he lowered my head and turned to his pack.
'He's all yours, lads,' he said, then walked out of sight behind me.
[Continued.]