The Intern

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Please consult with a health professional.

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Thanks.

I thought I’d write something to while away the hours of ‘enforced’ isolation. I hope it helps

Bastian

Troy finds his kink

Troy works for a big accounting firm in Melbourne, well when I say he works for them, he’s not a full-time employee. Not yet anyway, he’s an intern; consequently, he works in the office two to three days per week and then is at Uni the rest of the time. Troy loves most working in the office as he gets to wear a suit, but the thing Troy loves about working in the office is because as he’s an Intern Troy gets to go to all the satellite offices that the firm operates out of in the suburbs to get ‘experience’.

Troy is 190cm tall, thin and wiry, what most people would refer to as a runners’, or a swimmers’ body, and that’s not too surprising considering Troy does a lot of running and swimming. Troy works very hard at keeping his body very lean, there is barely, an ounce of fat anywhere on his body, and Troy loves it like that. Troy loves the attention that he gets when he is in a changeroom anywhere, because not only is Troy very tall and lean, he also has a monster cock. Troy knows that every other male he sees, be they straight or gay want to look at his cock! Not only is his cock 10” flaccid, but it is 6” in girth when it is flaccid as well, Troy loves it if he happens to crack a fat in the changeroom because then his cock grows to an impressive 13.5” in length and adds just a little bit more to its girth as well. While his nuts are the size of small chicken eggs and hang very low to get as far away from his own body heat as the can. Troy loves the skin of his ball bag as it is as smooth as a baby’s butt, not all wrinkly and hard like the other boys and men’s ball bag he’s seen.

When Troy wears jeans to Uni, everyone stops and stares at him in passing, of course, they try to check out his genitalia surreptitiously, but Troy is so used to seeing the looks that he can spot them a mile away. Consequently, he makes sure his jeans are Added to his height, his swimmers’/runners’ body, and his massively big cock and balls are Troy’s facial, Troy has the classic chiselled good looks that make people moon over him as well. He keeps his hair as long as he can, working in the office, so he has a fringe that comes halfway down his forehead, and then it is just like the old basin cut, his hair covers the top half his ears, and continues around to just down the back of his neck a short way. His hair curls nicely at the edges, which he knows the girls love.

Troy could have anyone he wanted, in fact with all the people who just throw themselves at him, trying to get into his pants, Troy doesn’t really have to try to get anyone into bed. Troy lives in one of the dorms at Uni, as he originally comes from Coongulla that borders on the State forest, in country Victoria. Troy loves living there; he learnt to swim on the lake, he ran, rode his bike, raced dirt bikes all through the State forest. It’s a great place to live if your outdoorsy and want to be very active, and Troy is both and does. School holidays and weekends, he’d say goodbye to his parents in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun came up, and wouldn’t see them or his house until the sun had well and truly set. Being in the country, most of his friends lived on farms, and Troy loved visiting them on the weekend or for school holidays and helping out on the farm. Troy could lift and carry just as well as the rest of them, in his late adolescence, he could lift and carry more than a lot of the men he worked with could. Yes, Troy loved his life in Coongulla.

When Troy hit puberty, he didn’t care who he fucked or for that matter who fucked him. He had sex with almost all of his classmates, both male and female. As well as any of the older students who wanted to get into his pants. Not that Troy was ‘easy’ per se, he just loved having sex, and it didn’t take Troy too long to work out that guys were more willing to take his massive cock up their asses than the girls were in their vaginas. But no one at the school would have called Troy the school slut, even though technically he was, because no one was willing to say that they had ridden or been ridden by him. Unlike some of the other more hapless students who may have only had sex with one or two other students, they were very quickly labelled as sluts and being ‘easy’.

But Troy truly didn’t come into his sexuality, particularly his sexual fetish until he got his job in the City, and started studying at Uni. Still, even then, he had lived in Melbourne for two years before he ‘stumbled’ across particular fetish. Like every adolescent, in modern times Troy had discovered porn on the Internet, and Troy was a great devotee of Internet porn, but not even on the Internet did he discover his particular fetish. Mainly because like a lot of other people at the start he didn’t know he had one.

It wasn’t until one night, on his way home from being at one of the nightclubs in the City, that he was suddenly caught out with the need to pee, now although Troy isn’t shy about flashing his cock and balls around, and even though it was very late at night. Troy didn’t want to be arrested for flashing, but he was waiting at a tram stop near the edge of the City. In his mind’s eye, he could just see himself hopping from one foot to the other to try to stop himself from peeing when he looked up and saw an old toilet block. Not having anywhere else to go, Troy ran across the road and headed towards the toilet block. Troy could smell the toilet block shortly after he left the tram stop shell, and it almost turned his stomach, but the pressure his bladder was beginning to really exert itself, Troy decided he didn’t have any other choice. Besides, if he thought the interior was too bad, he could always go behind the toilet block and pee.

When he entered the toilet block, Troy realised that there was no internal lighting, which Troy, gathering from the smell, decided it was probably for the best. He turned the corner into the toilet block proper and discovered that there was quite a bit of light coming in from the gap between the roof and the tops of the walls. Troy made his way over to the urinals and undoing his fly, he fished his cock out of his jeans, and to Troy’s surprise, it seemed as though his cock was rising to the occasion. Troy put it down to nerves, what with being in the rank toilet block in the first place. The fact that there was not a lot of lighting, other than what came in through the gap at the top of the wall. Not being able to tell if anyone else was in there with him, and the smell. It smelt as though someone had had a shit, or vomited, and decided not to flush, then Troy amended that though, to surmising that a lot of people had probably shit in there and not flushed the toilet.

So, trying desperately not to gag on the smell, Troy tried to will his cock to go down enough so that he could just piss and get the hell out of there. Troy had just got the flow to start when it seemed as though all hell broke loose. He was grabbed from behind, and when he thinks back on that night now, he laughs at himself, but that was the defining moment of Troy learning that he had a kink and just what that particular kink was. Sorry, I just jumped ahead of myself, as I said, Troy had just got the flow from his bladder to start, and he had just thrown his head back from the relief of finally being able to empty his bladder. When he was grabbed from behind, Troy instantly forgot he was there to have a piss. Plus, the fact that he was actually still pissing, as he tried to break free from whoever had grabbed him from behind. Consequently, he ended up spraying his piss all over the toilet block and over himself as well, for that matter, but at this point that was of no concern of Troy’s, no, all he could think about was all the horror stories he’d ever heard of people getting mugged, or even worse, killed! Through his mind flashed the realisation that no one knew he was even in the toilet block, sure he’d told people that he was going to the nightclub, but who’d think to look for him in a mangy old toilet block.

Now as I’d said, Troy had worked on farms, so he was way stronger than he looked, but whoever had grabbed him had the element of surprise on their side, and now, but not at the time, Troy knows it was more than one pair of hands on his body. Troy had the presence of mind to yell for help, but as he opened his mouth and sucked in a big lungful of air to yell or scream, whoever had grabbed him was prepared for this to happen. The moment Troy opened his mouth wide to suck in the lungful of air and get ready to yell or scream, he felt some kind of cloth that smelt and tasted foul, shoved into his mouth. The person who had pushed the cloth in his mouth seemed as though they were trying to ram it as far down his throat as they could get it. At that point, the only thought to pass through Troy’s mind was that this was how he was going to die, with his cock hanging out of his pants still trying to have a piss. Which still, surprisingly, registered somewhere in Troy’s freaked out mind that he was still trying to have a piss, and what were the Police going to say to his parents? “I’m sorry, Mr and Mrs Stephenson, but not only did they mug and kill, your son, but obviously he didn’t get to finish pissing.”

The next thing that registered in Troy’s mind was that they were tying another bit of something around his head, obviously to hold the other cloth that they had stuffed in his mouth, in place. So, now Troy couldn’t spit the cloth out of his mouth no matter how desperately he wanted to. Troy then became aware of someone touching his cock, even though he was still trying to piss, but now someone else had control over his cock which, thinking back on that night, is probably how he got so covered in most of his own piss. Even under these trying circumstances, Troy found himself swelling in pride that the person who had grabbed his cock was impressed with the size of it, and when they fished his nuts out of his jeans as well. Once again, Troy found himself swelling with pride at the appreciative whistles his nuts elicited from his captors. Troy heard more than felt them, ‘cause by now Troy had worked out that there was more than one captor, Troy felt his jeans being yanked down to his ankles. Once again, his brain was able to register and inform him of the inconsequential things of his current situation, like the fact that now he was lying naked on the cold concrete floor of the toilet block, oh yes, and he still hadn’t finished his piss yet. Still, Troy had the presence of mind to try to fight his captors of which got him nothing but a swift kick right in the nuts, and Troy instantly curled into a ball and puked his guts out all over the concrete floor. Well, that is, he would have curled up into a foetal position, if there hadn’t been so many pairs of hands holding him down. But he did get to puke his guts out.

Troy felt the first dry, calloused finger being forced up his arse, as the owner of the finger had a good feel up inside his, far from virgin, arse. But still, in the past, everyone had used lube, when they had all learnt what lube was that is. For the first time in his life, Troy felt very violated. Troy can vaguely remember that first dry finger being ripped out of his arse and having it replaced by someone’s cock, and after that Troy lost count of just how many people fucked his arse that night. Troy couldn’t even remember when the cloth had been ripped out of his mouth, only to be replaced by someone’s throbbing, dripping cock as they forced it down his throat. Troy does remember, mainly because he had the huge bruise to remind him that someone had hit up the side of the head and told him to cover his teeth. Which Troy probably would have done anyway; if he’d been given enough time to work it out, I mean he has sucked a lot of cock in his relatively short life. But, under the circumstances, it probably didn’t hurt to have a timely reminder.

Troy was vaguely aware of the light coming in from outside beginning to change, which is when his tormentors had obviously had their fill of abusing his body. Troy was on the receiving end of more than just a few kicks to his nuts, but now Troy was allowed to curl up into a foetal position as he puked up a lot of the cum, he’d been forced to swallow during his ordeal. As Troy laid on the concrete floor groaning as he clutched his genitals, trying to make the pain stop, he passed out. When he eventually came to, daylight was still struggling to make its way inside the toilet block, so Troy surmised that it was still very early in the morning. He rolled over onto all fours in order to lever himself up off the cold concrete floor, but it was then he realised that he had, what seemed to Troy, to be the biggest hardon he’d ever experienced in his short life. Not caring if anyone else came in and found him practically naked, wanking, on the cold concrete floor of that toilet block. But Troy felt he had no other option but to masturbate as hard and as fast as he possibly could. Then sitting on the cold concrete floor, bare arse, Troy had the biggest orgasm in his life. Troy, like the very first time he’d cum, he saw stars and actually thought he’d pass out from the intensity of his orgasm, as his cock spewed copious amounts of cum all over the concrete floor of the toilet block.

It was only after Troy had recovered from his intense ejaculation that he very shakily got himself to his feet. It was only then that he realised that they had ripped the T-shirt off his body sometime during his ordeal, and it was now in tatters all over the floor. Added to that was the realisation that not only did he no longer have a T-shirt to wear, but they’d ripped his boxers to shreds as well. He couldn’t find his runners anywhere, but at least his jeans were mostly in tack, albeit ripped, in what Troy thought at the time, was some very unfortunate places. Troy managed to pull them up, but it was only then that he realised just how ripped his jeans were. At the crotch point, where the seams of the inseams met the back and front seams, was totally ripped open. So, when Troy pulled his jeans up, naturally his genitals just fell through the gaping hole, as there was nothing there to hold them all in at all. Troy was prepared just to give up and cry at the point, but he knew he had to get out of that toilet block. As Troy played around with his jeans, he discovered that there was enough of one of his inseams intact, and high enough that he could just trap his genitals, somewhat gingerly, in so that they weren’t just flapping in the breeze. Which Troy was grateful for at the time, now, well he laughed at the memory.

When he was as decent as he could make himself, he limped out of the toilet block, and because he had nothing on his feet, he decided that he’d catch the tram back to Uni and the dorm. Ignoring all the looks he got from the few people he shared the tram with. He sank gratefully down onto one of the seats, but as his arse hit the seat, it pulled his genitals out of the leg of his jeans. The first thing Troy knew about it was when the back of his nuts hit the front edge of the seat, and he almost screamed blue bloody murder from the pain that exploded in his abused nuts. Naturally, everyone on the tram turned to look, and Troy was sure that more than one of the other passengers caught a good eyeful of his well-endowed genitalia. When the wave of nausea and the pain in his gut subsided enough, Troy scooped his cock and balls back up and stuffed them down what was left of the leg of his jeans. Thankfully, the tram got to Troy’s stop without Troy having a further wardrobe malfunction. When Troy tried to jump up to get off the tram, he discovered just how much of his arse was going to be covered by any denim. The answer was none of it, and Troy realised that what he could feel pulled up into his arse crack was the back seam that the arse of his jeans was hanging off. Consequently, when Troy stood up, and in full view of everyone on the tram, he had to pull the back seam of his jeans out of his arse, so that he could stuff his aching cock and balls back down what remained of the leg of his jeans. Troy was very conscious of the fact that the seat of his jeans was flapping open in the breeze, giving everyone a great view of his naked arse.

Troy hobbled through the grounds of the Uni as he headed towards his dorm, hoping and praying that he didn’t run into anyone else on the way. Thanks to the early hour, and it being a Sunday morning, Troy made it back to his room without seeing anyone else. Troy grabbed a pair of boxers and his towel and headed to the shower block. Troy stood under the shower with the water as hot as he could stand it, and he allowed the water to wash away all it could. Troy looked down at his feet, and that was when he discovered that he was bleeding from somewhere, and the only place that Troy could think off, and it was confirmed when he eased his arse cheeks apart and a lot more blood ran down his legs mixed with water. Troy clamped his mouth shut to try and stifle the scream that erupted from him because of the pain of the water running over his now fully exposed hole. When Troy though he was going to pass out from the pain, he shut the water off and very gingerly towelled himself off and pulled on his pair of tighty whities as he made his slow way back to his room. Troy locked his door, and dropping the towel on the floor, Troy crawled into bed and thankfully passed out.

When Troy finally came too late that afternoon, he did so with a raging hardon, that was so demanding of Troy’s attention that he no other choice but to rip his tighty whities down towards his knees. Troy then grabbed hold of his blood-engorged cock, and it seemed that he barely had to touch it at all before Troy’s cock was spewing cum all over Troy’s chest, his face, and, as he was to discover a few days later, the wall above the headboard of his bed. Once again, the power of his orgasm was so strong, that he wasn’t quick enough to clamp his lips closed against the bellow that erupted from his throat as it felt to Troy as though his nuts were trying to climb out of his sack through his cock. When the wave of his orgasm finally passed through and out of him, Troy was left panting almost as if he’d just run a marathon. Troy thought that that orgasm was even stronger than the one he had that morning on the floor of the toilet block.

When he was sufficiently recovered, Troy rolled himself into a seated position on the side of the bed, but the pain that radiated out from his battered hole was so sharp that it had
Troy catapulting up off the bed. This time Troy was able to clamp his mouth closed to keep the scream in, and when it had passed Troy very gingerly moved around the room of his dorm and took care of himself.

Troy was to learn that it took three weeks for his arse to stop bleeding and to stop having blood present in his stools. But, any time after that that Troy wanted to masturbate, it was with thoughts of the rough treatment he had received that fateful night in the toilet block. During those three weeks, Troy had revisited that particular toilet block, on more than one occasion, Troy told himself that it was to try and find the people who had so savagely raped him that night. So that he could meet out his own kind of justice on his rapists, well that was what he told himself anyway. Troy’s need for vengeance overrode the revulsion that he had for the toilet block alone, as soon as he got a whiff of the stench of the place, he would start to dry heave. Even though he told himself that he had smelt worse things on the farms of his friends that he used to visit when he was in school, there was something about the smell from the toilet block that repulsed Troy. But, much to Troy’s amazement, he discovered one day, after he’d visited the toilet block a few times, that he didn’t seem to mind the smell so much, to the point where he was able to walk into the toilet block without his eyes watering. As soon as he walked into the dim interior of the toilet block, Troy was assaulted with the memories and visions of what had happened to him that night. Again, much to Troy’s surprise, he got an instant hardon, which Troy valiantly tried to dismiss as he looked around the toilet block.

Like all toilet blocks, not only all over Melbourne, but Victoria, and probably the whole country as far as Troy knew, there were three stalls with chipped and broken bowls, they hadn’t been replaced with stainless steel ones yet. Along the back wall of the toilet block was the, much graffitied, urinal that water continually ran down, and in some places along the walls were piles of what Troy could only assume were piles of human waste.

While Troy was revolted by the smell and the condition of the place, it would seem that his cock had other ideas, as Troy could feel it as it continued to swell and stiffen. Troy pushed at it through his jeans and told himself that it was because he was just nervous. But, as he ran over the events of that night in his head, his cock just swelled bigger, to the point where it was now becoming very uncomfortable in his jeans. With a few furtive looks over his shoulder, to make sure no one had entered the toilet block behind him, Troy undid his fly and tried to pull his cock out of his jeans. But because now he had a full-on raging erection, Troy could not pull his cock out of the tight confines of his jeans. So, in desperation, Troy undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down to the tops of his thighs to release his rock-hard cock, which jumped to full mast as soon as it was freed of the confines of Troy’s jeans. Even though it had only been a minute or two, Troy’s cock was already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Not knowing what else to do, Troy grabbed hold of his cock and using the pre-cum for lube, he fisted his cock until it spewed cum all over the concrete floor.

Troy collapsed against the edge of the dividing wall between two of the stalls, and he felt the wall sag under his weight. When he’d recovered sufficiently, Troy bent over and licked the last of the cum that was oozing out of his cock, and then proceeded to suck his cock dry. When he’d finally finished, and with more than just a little revolution for what he’d just done. A very embarrassed Troy stuffed his cock back into his boxers and pulled his jeans up, and after refastening the button. Troy crept out of the toilet block casting furtive looks all around him, to make sure no one saw him leave and went back to Uni.

Troy decided that he was never going to find out who grabbed him and basically raped him on that fateful night, but there was that small little voice in the back of his head that whispered to him that he liked it. That he got a boner, even though he had been abused. That he was the one who kept going back there, albeit during daylight hours, but he kept going back.

A few weeks had passed, and Troy had been out to a nightclub in the City as was his usual weekend entertainment. He went because he liked to dance, he revelled in how his body felt as he danced across the dance floor, whether someone danced with him or not, he still loved it. But being a very young 20 something, Troy also went to try and ‘hook up’ with someone to take them back to his dorm room or go to their place. Troy told himself that he hadn’t found anyone he wanted to settle down with yet, he kept going out every weekend. This one particular night Troy had stayed longer at the nightclub than he usually would, Troy told himself that it was because he was having such a good time that he didn’t want the night to end. But, like all good things the night, for Troy had to come to an end. On this particular occasion, it was because the nightclub was closing and the Staff were kicking him out. So, Troy wended his way through the City and went to catch a tram back to the Uni.

Troy was sitting at the Tram stop; when he suddenly realised that this was the same tram stop, he had been waiting at on that fateful night all those weeks ago. But, even with that realisation, there was no fear attached to the thought. Troy sat there and thought he was bloody lucky that he didn’t have to go pee again, as he cast furtive glances over at the entrance to the toilet block. Troy knew he didn’t have to pee because he’d pissed at the nightclub, just before he left, so his bladder had to be empty. Sure, he’d drunk a lot of alcohol, he’s a very young male, it’s what young males do, go out and get pissed, and regret nothing in the morning. Because usually, they couldn’t remember what they had done the night before, or how much they’d had to drink the night before. So, they were doomed to keep repeating the same behaviour over and over again. But none of that had any bearing on why Troy was waiting at that particular tram stop tonight.

As Troy sat at the tram stop waiting for his tram, he began to question if, in fact, he didn’t need to go and have a piss. He wondered if he’d be able to make it home without him having an ‘accident’ on the tram, and under those circumstances, Troy began wondering if he shouldn’t just pop over the toilet just ‘in case’. Troy, had stood up, without realising it, and was pacing backwards and forwards inside the tram stop shell, where after ten minutes of debating with himself he’d finally decided that he needed to go to the toilet, just in case. So, with that decision made, Troy left the relative safety of the tram stop shell and stepped out on to the road and headed towards the toilet block. When he was halfway across the road, Troy heard his tram coming but told himself he was too far away to catch it now, and that he would have to wait for the next tram in forty-five minutes. Troy wondered to himself what on earth was going to do to pass the time. But he continued on his way to the toilet block so he could have a piss. Not that he needed to pee, it was just in case, so he didn’t wet himself on the way home, particularly as he now had to wait for another forty-five minutes for the next tram. And he had had a lot to drink at the night club.

But now he was walking across the grass heading for the entrance to the toilet block. Troy didn’t know which one to pay attention to more, his sweaty palms, or his rock-hard cock that was trying to rip its way out of his jeans, as he entered the toilet block.

This time, knowing that there could be other people inside already, well, actually hoping that there were other people in there, and knowing that there was no lighting inside, other than what came in from outside. Troy could feel his cock leaking pre-cum as he could feel it on his leg, and it was knowing that his cock was hard and primed, that was what pushed him through the entrance. Troy figured the other guys were hiding in the stalls; he couldn’t see anyone standing around in the gloom. Troy didn’t care; he went to the wall of the last stall and stepped behind it. As soon as he felt he was out of sight of anyone who may or may not have been there. Troy pulled his T-shirt off over his head and flung it up to hang over the wall. Knowing how dirty the floor was, Troy loosened his runners before he undid his jeans. He pushed his jeans down past his knees, and them balancing on one foot he removed his runner on the opposite foot and freed his leg from the leg of his jeans, and pushed that foot back into his runner before he did the same to the other leg. Then when he was free of his jeans and boxers, Troy kicked his runners off and went and stood in the open area of the toilet block facing the entrance. When Troy was happy with his position, and not knowing what else to do, he laced his fingers together behind his head and waited.

Troy didn’t have to wait long for the men, who had been hiding in the stalls, to come out of the stalls. One of the men walked up to Troy and grabbing him by the lower jaw, and forcing his fingers between Troy’s teeth. Which forced Troy to open his mouth, “well lookee here boy’s, it’s our little bitch come back for more. Is that right boy?”

“Um, yeah,” Troy tried to reply, which was difficult, with the man holding his lower jaw so tightly.

The man gut-punched Troy with his free hand, Troy tried to double over, but because the man was still holding Troy by his lower jaw, he was effectively holding Troy upright, “when you talk to me, boy, it’s yes or no, Sir! You got that?”

“Yes, Sir,” Troy tried to mumble while the man still held onto his lower jaw and was still forcing his fingers between Troy’s teeth.

“Good boy,” the man said as he hawked and spat in Troy’s open mouth, and while looking Troy dead in the eye, the man told Troy to swallow, which Troy did. “Good boy,” the man said as the other men standing around laughed.

Now, while the man had control of Troy, and was talking to him, the other men who had gathered round took the opportunity to run their hands, very appreciatively all over Troy’s body. Troy knew that there was nothing he could do about it, but more to the point Troy didn’t think he wanted to do anything about it. The man hawked and spat into Troy’s open mouth again and watched as Troy swallowed the man’s spit for a second time. “That’s right, boy,” was all the man said to Troy. The man hawked and spat into Troy’s open mouth once more, and watched Troy swallow his spit before he let go of Troy’s lower jaw. The man didn’t move but began to run his hands all over Troy’s chest and back, while the other men present were still exploring Troy’s body for themselves.

One of the men bent over and separated Troy’s arse checks and pushed a calloused finger deep into Troy’s arse, which was quickly joined by another until the man had four fingers up Troy’s hole. Which caused Troy a lot of pain, and he tried to squirm and dislodge the fingers from his stretched hole, but he had nowhere to go while he was being held so tightly. When the man pulled his fingers out of Troy’s arse, it was very quickly replaced by someone’s cock, and they started to fuck Troy’s arse, meanwhile the man whose fingers had just been up Troy’s arse. Stuck them in Troy’s mouth and told Troy to suck them clean, and Troy realising that he had no other option, he sucked the man’s fingers clean.

When the man was happy with the state of his fingers, he grabbed Troy by his ears and pulled his head down and forced his cock into Troy’s aching mouth, after first reminding him to watch his teeth. The man pushed his cock down Troy’s throat and held it there until Troy stopped struggling against the intrusion down his throat. When the man felt Troy settle down, he began to rape Troy’s mouth and throat, until he shot his first load of cum down Troy’s battered throat. When the man had finished cumming, he held his cock in place down Troy’s throat until his cock softened enough so that he could let his piss flow right into Troy’s stomach. Meanwhile, the guy fucking Troy’s arse finally shot his load of cum deep inside Troy’s bowels. He pulled his dripping cock out of Troy’s arse and pushing the other guy out of the way he stuck his dripping shit covered cock into Troy’s mouth and told him to clean his cock. Which Troy did very reluctantly, trying desperately not to gag on the taste of his own shit as sucked the fingers clean.

Troy felt the cock ramming in and out his arse bucking as it shot its load of cum to mix with the previous load he had up there. Troy felt that cock being pulled out of his arse and was instantly replaced by another cock, as someone pushed the guy away who had his fingers in Troy’s mouth. The fingers were instantly replaced by the cock that’d just been up his arse, and while Troy felt that cock snaking down his throat, Troy’s bowel began to feel very hot and bloated as the guy whose cock was currently rammed up Troy’s arse let his piss fill Troy’s bowel. Which make Troy dry heave, just because he knew what it was, which earned Troy a slap up the side of the head, as the guy whose cock was currently pistoning in and out of Troy’s mouth, thought that Troy was dry heaving because of his cock.

When the guy pulled his cock out of Troy’s arse, eventually, Troy couldn’t help it he let all the piss mixed with cum to shoot out of his arse, all over the back of his legs. The guy who didn’t get out the way quickly enough, his feet were sprayed as well, which made the guy so angry that he kicked Troy in the nuts as hard as he could, with his barefoot. Much to the amusement of the other guys standing around waiting for their chance to abuse Troy’s arse or mouth. Troy would have dry heaved from the pain in his nuts, but with a cock rammed down his throat prevent Troy from doing anything but having his eyes tear up.

This gave the guys another thing to do while they were waiting to use Troy’s arse or mouth. They all started to kick and punch any part of Troy’s body they could reach. It was under this bombardment of physical abuse that one of the guy’s noticed that Troy’s cock had started to get hard again, which he pointed out to his fellow abusers, which only spurred them on to kick and punch him harder. Until without touching his cock Troy sprayed his load of cum all over the floor.

The men, having had their fun, pissed all over Troy and then after getting dressed they took their leave of the toilet block and left Troy his body full of aches and pain and covered in rapidly cooling piss. As he laid on the cold concrete floor, Troy couldn’t remember a time he’d enjoyed being fucked and used so much in his life. He looked down at his stiffening cock, and gingerly getting himself into a sitting position, Troy grabbed hold of his stiffening cock and began to fist himself until he’d cum for a second time in quick succession. Dragging himself up off the cold concrete floor, Troy got himself dressed, and not caring how he smelt to anyone else because Troy thought he smelled great covered in piss and cum as he was. Troy sat and waited for his tram. When it arrived, he found himself a seat and ignored the looks that he got from the other passengers Troy rode the tram home.

Troy grabbed his tighty whities and his towel and headed for the shower. He stood in the flow of the water and let it wash all the piss and cum off him, while he did a very gentle inventory of his various bruises and his body in general, he discovered nothing broke, well that is he hoped that nothing was broken. Troy’s nut ached like hell, and as the hot water ran over his bruised and battered nuts, Troy discovered that he was being aroused yet again from the pain in his nuts. So, cupping his nuts, none too gentle Troy fisted his cock once again until he shot another load of hot cum.

Then, very reluctantly, Troy turned off the shower and towelled himself dry very gingerly. He pulled on his tighty whities and used them to cradle his battered cock and balls; Troy was a very happy boy when he fell into bed and was asleep almost the minute his head hit the pillow.