Sam awoke on the train with a start. The little twink's ass was sore - he could still feel that hung latino's cock from last night inside him as he squirmed in his seat. His cock stirred at the thought, and the tight squeeze of the chastity device locked to his dick reminded Sam how powerless he was. God, what he would give to just jerk off right now! He hadn't been released for the past six days - and though the fucking he got last night caused him to drip, beg, and tremble - he was still desperately horny. Sam let out a little moan at the memory - and then felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he realized he had just moaned aloud, and in public! Furtively, he looked around at the other travelers on the crowded train, but though every seat was full, no one was looking at the teenage punk with the ragged mohawk, the septum ring, and the chain collar around his neck.
He sat back in his seat and sighed. Maybe no one was looking at him right now, but it would be obvious to anyone who glanced at him what a faggot he was. He pulled his windbreaker tighter around his shoulders and closed his eyes, remembering how it felt being pinned down to the bed, strong hands holding his shoulders down no matter how much he struggled. That thick, thick cock slowly forcing its way in him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he subtly ran his thumb over his nipple ring, teasing it through his shirt. Fuuuuck he needed more cock. Pulling out his phone, he flipped through his messages. He had met a lot of guys this past week, and they were all sending him things like - "hey cutie - loved the way you worked your tongue over my cock - that tongue stud is hot!"
"Missing my cock yet, boy?"
"Woof! saw you in the club the other night - should have let you play with my bone"
He sent replies as quickly as he could think of them:
"Yes, sir - I loved your cock in my mouth"
"Oh god sir, can't wait to feel you inside me again"
"I would have gladly been your little slut puppy, sir'"
A new message arrived, from the contact simply listed as "Master":
"New task: send a slutty selfie from the train's bathroom"
"yes Sir!"
Sam got up and walked to the WC. He looked at himself in the mirror: 5'7 blue eyed, with tan skin and dark hair in a ragged mohawk. Slipping off his wind breaker, he looked especially slutty in his black converses, tight black jeans, and a tight blue tank top, underneath which he could see the faint outline of his nipple piercings. Probably not slutty enough for Master, he mused. Better go further. He slipped off his tank top and folded it, setting it aside next to the sink. He smiled as he give his nipple rings a quick tug.
Pulling his jeans down to his knees, he revealed his tight red and black jockstrap, barely covering his chastity device and framing his cute, pert ass. That's better, he thought. He got on all fours on the bathroom floor, and arched his back, pushing his ass up. He craned his neck and held his phone aloft, looking to see if everything was in frame. Opening his mouth and letting his tongue loll out, he snapped the selfie - an eager, slutty pup waiting to be used. Perfect. He sent the picture to his master.
"Good boy!" the text came almost immediately.
"New task: Suck three cocks on the train. Have a selfie with each of them in your mouth."
Fuck. Sam's train would arrive at his stop at 15:14. He had two hours to find three guys willing to let him suck their cocks. Quickly getting dressed again, he headed out of the WC. He didn't put his windbreaker back on, instead stuffing it into his backpack. He had to look slutty to make this work. Walking slowly down the aisle, he looked purposefully in the face of every man there - trying to gauge what he saw in their eyes when they glanced at him. Indifference from that one. Disgust from another. He thought he overheard one woman muttering to another about "degeneracy" as he passed, and he couldn't stop from blushing. Nothing promising in the first car he walked through, and even if he had seen something, what would he have done? Plus, there were only about six or seven cars in the train. He needed a plan. Walking through the next car, he started looking through the faces again. Boredom. Indifference. Disgust. Hunger. There it was. A broad man in a business suit working on some papers had looked up as Sam had looked at him, and given Sam a look he recognized well - unbridled hunger and lust flashed across the man's face as he slowly, appraisingly looked Sam over. Sam blushed even deeper than he had been before, and leaned over to the man, whispering "excuse me sir, can I borrow your pen and a slip of paper?" The man grinned wolfishly and nodded, handing over his writing pad and a pen. Sam quickly scribbled "PLEASE SIR - CAN I SUCK YOUR COCK?" on the writing pad, and then handed it back to the man, winking as he caught the man's eye. The man glanced down at the writing pad, back up at Sam's face, and winked back - before giving a little toss of his head that seemed to say - "keep walking down the aisle"
Sam kept walking - and felt his heart beating rapidly against the inside of the chest. Was the man offended? Would he call the conductor and have Sam thrown off the train? Looking back, Sam noticed the man getting out of his seat and following Sam. Their eyes met, and the man gave him a reassuring wink and a nod. Sam smiled.
He went into the next available WC and didn't bother locking the door. He dropped to his knees facing the door and let his mouth hang open. The door opened and the man walked in.
"Eager little cocksucker, aren't you?" he asked, caressing Sam's face with his open palm.
"Yes sir" Sam whispered breathlessly, gently sucking on the man's thumb when he slipped it into his mouth.
The man pulled out his soft cock and said, "well boy, get to it"
Sam took the cock into his mouth and worked it with his tongue and lips, sucking it and teasing it, getting it hard. Once it filled his mouth, he bobbed up and down on it, taking it as deep into his mouth as he dared. Pulling off for a second, he looked up at the man "Please sir, can I take a selfie with your magnificent cock in my mouth?"
The man laughed and slapped Sam's face a couple times with his cock. "Hand me your phone, boy"
Sam did, and the man took it while fucking Sam's face. "Look up at me, boy" - and the man took a couple pictures of Sam staring up at him, cock filling his mouth.
"good, now suck me boy - really use your lips and tongue on the head there. That's it. Work your tongue around ridge of my cock head. Good boy - flick your tongue and lips over the tip - just like that, just like that, just like that .... ugh ugh yeah" The man came, shooting his load on Sam's tongue and lips.
"that was good boy - now don't move - I came in here to use the urinal and I'm going to."
The man pissed down Sam's throat, and shook off his the last few drops on Sam's face and lips. He reached down, and smeared the piss and cum on the boy's face. "Don't wash it off, boy - I want you smelling like my piss and cum all day." The man dropped Sam's phone into his lap, washed his hands and left. Sam grabbed the phone, looked at the pictures of him sucking dick, and sent one to his Master.
His Master replied:
"One down, two to go"
Sam could tell he smelled like piss and cum. He only hoped no one would notice. Walking into the next car, Sam continued reading faces. Was it just his imagination, or were more people wrinkling their noses in disgust as he came close? Fuck - he knew everyone could tell he was a piss and cum covered faggot. He wanted to run back into the bathroom and cry in embarrassment, but he knew he had to find two more cocks to suck.
He reached the end of the car. No one seemed interested. He went through the next car and there didn't seem anyone interested either. Sam was getting desperate, he had been through over half the cars already and had only found one cock to suck - plus, he needed to hurry. He probably only had an 80 or 90 minutes until his stop.
Stepping into the next car, Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Halfway down the car was Max, a guy Sam had met earlier this week at a club and brutally used him there. Sam walked straight to Max, smiling as he did - this was going to be easy. Max looked up and smiled in recognition.
"Hey Sam, what's up?"
"Please sir," Sam whispered as quietly as he could, "Can I suck your cock?"
"What was that?" said Max, "I didn't hear that. Speak louder."
"Pleas sir," Sam whispered, loudly and more urgently this time, "Can I suck your cock?"
"Still can't hear you, Sam" Max said, rather loudly - people were starting to turn towards them, "now stop whispering and speak loud enough for me to hear you.
Sam cringed inside, he knew what Max wanted. Closing his eyes, he readied himself.
"Please sir," he said loudly, knowing the whole car could hear, "Can I suck your cock?"
A woman gasped. There was complete silence in the car. Sam felt like he was going to die.
"Of course you can!" Max said, jumping to his feet. He grabbed his bag with one hand and Sam's collar with the other, and dragged Sam to the next WC.
Max pushed Sam down to his knees, and pulled out his fat cock with a thick Prince Albert ring.
"I don't think you sucked my cock the other night" Max said, as he lazily dragged his PA ring back and forth over Sam's lips.
"No sir, I didn't" Sam replied, the cock growing thicker and harder as it passed over his lips.
"only rules," Max said, his cock now rock hard, "No teeth, and don't throw up"
And with that Max shoved his thick, hard cock all the way down Sam's throat. Sam started gagging immediately - that damn PA ring triggered his gag reflex! And it didn't help that Max's cock was so big. Max pulled back to give Sam some space to breathe, then shoved his cock down Sam's throat again. Sam felt tears welling up his eyes as he choked. Max kept pulling back repeatedly, then shoving all the way back down to Sam's throat, face fucking him, while Sam choked, gagged, sobbed, and blubbered, the tears now running down his face.
Sam pushed Max away for a bit, "Please sir" - "What was that, faggot?" "Please sir, can I take a selfie with your cock in my mouth?"
"sure thing faggot - here, i'll help make it picture worthy."
And while Sam struggled to both suck dick and take a selfie, Max started fucking Sam's face even harder, wrapping his hands tightly around Sam's throat, choking him as he struggled with Max's dick.
Sam snapped several pictures, hoping one would turn out alright. His eyes were too full of tears to see if any of them were good at the moment. He set the phone down, and Max redoubled his efforts - squeezing so tight Sam couldn't breathe, and fucking his face harder and faster. Sam thought he was going to pass out - he couldn't breathe! He could feel his throat spasming around the thick cock buried in it when suddenly the cock lurched once, twice, and them emptied a load of cum directly down Sam's throat.
"damn, that was good boy." Max said. "But I think we're at my stop - you need to come over some weekend so I can use as my bitch for a couple days"
"yes sir" Sam sobbed meekly, still trying to catch his breath.
"Ha! That terrifies you!" Max said, "Good!" And he left, leaving Sam sobbing on the floor of the WC.
He picked up his phone and went through the selfies. Most of them were blurry and useless, but there were a couple good ones. He finally chose one to send to his Master - Max's hands wrapped tight around his throat, Max's cock deep in his mouth, with tears streaming down Sam's face. Perfect. He sent it.
"Two down, one to go! Hurry up, boy, your train arrives in 30 minutes."
30 minutes! Holy shit! How had time gone by so fast? Sam quickly when through the next couple cars. His face was red and splotchy from sobbing, and he still smelled like piss and cum. Not one face he saw seemed interested. He had gotten to the end of the train - his stop was in 15 minutes and he couldn't find anyone to suck and now he was going to fail and he smelled like piss and cum and his face was splotchy and... he took a deep breath. He had to do something.
But now that he was at the end of the train, and there was no one here but the conductor who was idly looking at his phone. Sam had only one chance.
He went up to the conductor and dropped to his knees. The conductor looked at him in surprise. "Please sir, can I please suck your cock? I need, it desperately. Please sir? Please?"
The Conductor looked down at him. "What are you, some kind of faggot?"
"Yes Sir, " Sam said, "I'm a faggot. Just please sir, let me suck your cock, fuck my face, use me - just please, let me take a selfie with your cock in my mouth."
The Conductor looked at him in dumb surprise. He snorted his nose loudly, hocked up some phlegm, and spat it across Sam's face.
"Thank you sir" Sam said.
The Conductor just looked at him and then sighed. "Alright, faggot. Let's see what you can do." He unzipped his fly and let his cock flop out.
Sam used every trick he knew. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the head, he swirled his tongue around the head, teasing it with his tongue stud, he massaged the head gently with his lips before plunging the whole cock down to the base and squeezing it with his throat. The conductor started moaning "yes faggot, yes, keeping sucking that dick. Goddamn!"
With a free hand, Sam pulled out his phone and snapped a few selfies. The conductor grabbed the back of Sam's head and pulled him in deep, fucking the boy's face. One, two, three hard strokes and the Conductor came, the cum pooling in Sam's mouth.
"Don't swallow, faggot!" The conductor said, pulling out of the boy's mouth.
"Open wide!" Sam obediently opened his mouth, the semen pooled on his tongue.
The conductor hocked back another loogie and spat it into Sam's mouth.
"Now close your mouth and don't swallow, faggot, I don't want to hear a sound from you."
Sam did, kneeling there in silence as the train pulled into his stop.
"Now get the fuck off this train, faggot. We already complaints about you from half a dozen people."
Sam just nodded, grabbed his backpack, and got off the train, mouth still full of cum and spit.
Once off the train, he gulped it all down, pulled out his phone, and sent the third selfie to his master.
"I did it, sir" he texted.
"Good boy!" Came the reply "Had fun?"
"you know I did sir!" Sam texted back, and he smiled as he walked out of the station.
This story inspired by the boys and events of this year's Folsom Europe in Berlin.
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