The Video Store

Having reached the age of 35 I had often thought as to what made me the person I was, and had it all been a mistake?  What would it have taken to have made me a different sort of person?

Our future seems to be mapped by factors over which we have little control. In the early years we are subject to peer pressure, and we shy away from being anything other than what our friends expect us to be. Even before that, family and religious persuasion direct us in a path in which what is normal is clearly mapped by others. Seldom do we stray from this ideal of acceptable normality. Should we do so the consequence are terrifyingly clear. No good could possible come from deviating in any way.

Life itself polices our progress and any thoughts of taking a different path become increasingly difficult as we grow older.

I have to be grateful to the internet for showing me the way. Having found heterosexual virtual sex somewhat disappointing I could not control the excitement I got from all male chatrooms.
Like so many of my friends, a spell in university culminated in my meeting the girl of my dreams. Some years later having settled down to a secure job, marriage followed. It was now no longer a personal choice. What you did had direct consequences on people that you loved. If that was not enough, fears about job security ensured that you did not deviate from the norm.

The birth of my son and daughter was a most welcome addition to our family and watching them grow from babies to young children was a joy. I love my family but this imposes severe restrictions on personal feelings and freedoms. Like many others I had accepted the path that was clearly set for me. Temptations and dangerous situations were avoided. Invitations to stay over night at friend's houses politely avoided. Openly discussing intimate sexual feelings with my wife were taboo, as the fear of causing any upset was best avoided. To be different took a lot of courage.

That does not mean that I was a total innocent. In the last years I have been a frequent attendee of Gay chat rooms, and it had become an addiction. Late at night I would lie to my wife telling her that I had work to do, and once she had gone to bed, I would be trawling through the different gay chat sites looking for the excitement that I craved. I felt safe at home, and since it was only virtual sex, I convinced myself that there was no betrayal involved. Yes, for days after I would feel guilty, but I could never resist going back. Many nights I would start at midnight and continue until it was daylight the following morning. I was getting little if any sleep but somehow I managed.

It seemed that married men were a prize catch when it came to physical sex and I got many invitations to meet up with other gay men who had much greater experience in real sex. Although painfully tempted I was too much of a coward to accept their offers. I was grateful for their expertise in regularly getting me excited, to the point of ejaculation. Slowly bringing me along to the point of ecstasy. I cannot imagine what my wife would have done had she caught me totally naked in front of the computer dripping cum onto the office chair.

The problem was, that the more I did, the more I craved, and I was beginning to get desperate. My wife was not pleased at what she thought was too much work, as our sex life had come to a halt. The trouble was that I now knew what I wanted, and it did not involve heterosexual sex.

I have since learned what a tremendous impact events have in our life and how it can change everything in a matter of days.

As part of my job I could not avoid attending a training course for a week in Brussels. The family had driven me to the airport the previous Sunday, and that seemed a long time ago on the Thursday. That day I had a plan prepared, once the course was over for the day.

Weeks before I had researched the Brussels gays scene in the internet, and made careful notes about gay clubs located within walking distance of my hotel. I just wanted to feel some of the excitement that these clubs generated, never having had the opportunity to go to one. I needed to see how I would feel in the company of gay men, but lacking much courage I had prepared an escape plans should it not go well.

Tonight was the night and after sprucing myself up in my smartest casuals I set off allowing myself time to have a meal before I looked for the club. The evening was going well after washing down the Italian meal with a full bottle of red wine. I now felt I could tackle anything.
Map in hand I set off to see what I could find. I was beginning to feel very excited and my hormones were in full flow. I was able to find the first club on my list but I was to be very disappointed when I discovered that it did not open on a Thursday. My research clearly had not been thorough enough.
Not to be out done I went on to see if I could find the next one. This one had closed and was unlikely to open again. Sadly this was going to be the pattern with the other clubs on my list. Desperation was growing. I would be flying back to the United Kingdom tomorrow evening and the possibility of getting other chances to get a feel for the gay scene was rapidly disappearing.

I had planned for this for weeks. Researching all the sites on the internet and making notes of addresses and locations. The mounting excitement as the day approached had been unbearable. Such an opportunity would not present itself again for a long time.

Eventually with no success, I gave up and went into a pub. There I stayed drinking my sorrows with whiskey, and damning the luck that had left me in this situation. All through the week I had planned for this moment, and the excitement had kept me awake during the nights leading up to it. I was now in total desperation, needing to relieve the tensions that had been welling up in me since I got onto the plane, and left the family behind.

It must have been eleven when I left the pub to make my way back to the hotel. The route I had chosen took me back through somewhat narrow and deserted streets well out of the tourist areas. After five double whisky’s I was well tanked up and full of Dutch courage.

I had been walking for about fifteen minutes but still had half an hour’s walking to my hotel. My route brought me through some very seedy street, through parts of the red light District of Brussels. The ladies on the windows seemed somewhat bored and it seem like they also had enjoyed a most disappointing evening. In the distance I saw the dim light coming from a door which had a red sign to the side of it. As I got nearer I noticed it was a Video shop, but more importantly from my point of view, it was also advertising XXX gay videos. Although I had seen many gay inspired photos on the internet I was a complete virgin when It came to gay videos hard core or otherwise. I was also desperate for some self relieve.

The shop had a string curtain across the door, and if I was to investigate it, I would need to take the risk and walk in. I knew that I could not survive one more night without relieve, and perhaps this offered the answer. Tentatively I drew the curtain to one side and walked in. Sitting behind a desk by the entrance was an older man smoking a cigarette. Above him there was a series of monochrome TV screens each of which was focussed onto settees in what were empty small rooms. On top of his desk was another television in which he must have been watching some local programs in Flemish or French, neither of which I could understand.

I indicated to him if I could take a look at the videos on the shelves on the show, and he invited me in. Most of the videos where directed at the heterosexual world with plenty of covers showing semi clad women, what seemed to be group sex, and frequent examples of lesbian sex. Clearly the average male was spoilt for choice with all areas covered. I could see nothing that interested me. I went back to him rather timidly and asked him if he had gay sex.

He responded to me by saying “You like men?”

Embarrassingly I nodded, going somewhat red in my face which seemed to give him a lot of satisfaction.

“Through that door” he said.

I walked back through the rows of videos and went through the door he had indicated in the back right hand corner of the shop. I was surrounded by the most wonderful videos all sporting the most gorgeous men in different attire with some totally naked. They were so beautiful, I had never known I could feel so excited. Whether it was the sheer terror of finding myself in a very unfamiliar place. Or the feeling of having done something so forbidden. Even perhaps the thought that I was so different and that people that I cared for would be shocked. It felt dangerous, decadent, but so good. My heart was beating at a tremendous pace, and I felt the usual weakness when your heart is beating at a very fast rate. I felt my body giving up supporting me, and I thought I would collapse on the floor. I noticed that I was beginning to feel wet.

I took a few minutes to compose myself.

I must have spent half an hour looking through the videos and reading the information on the back covers. I selected those whose men attracted me the most and tried to decide on the best by picking from these those whose back cover information excited me the most. It was difficult, there were so many of them which I wanted to watch, but after a considerable amount of time, I settled on two. One which was set in the Amazon and had the most attractive Native men, and another involving a group of multi racial men.
Holding tight to my selection I went back to the man behind the desk and showing him the two videos I had picked nervously, asked him

“Are these any good”

“Excellent” he said not moving his head away from the TV on his desk.

“Please tell me are these hard core? I do not want to be disappointed.”

He turned to look at me smiled and looking at the two videos and said

“You will love these. You want men fuck?”

For a minute I thought I had misheard him and he had asked me if I wanted men to fuck me.

I responded

“Yes I would love to see men fuck. I think these are very beautiful.”

He handed me the videos back and said

“Would you like to watch them upstairs” pointing at the video screens on the back wall.

“Yes if you are not going to close soon” I asked.

“No. Ok we are open all through the night”.

I paid him the fee and he directed me towards room number one. Up the stairs and the last room on the left at the end of the corridor.

I made my way up the narrow steep wooded stairs, and down the narrow uncarpeted corridor. On either side of the corridor where what I had initially called rooms but were more like cubicles with ill fitting curtains that did not go all the way across the entrance. I carried on down until I reached the last room on the left. None of the cubicles appeared to be occupied, and I would have seen if they were, even with the curtains drawn. It was a dismal place but this all added to my excitement that was running rampant through my body. I needed it to be dirty, seedy, grimy, uncomfortable, smelly, cheap, sordid, and all those things that would indicate I no longer cared about what others thought but placed myself first. They might consider that I had reached the lowest level of moral depravity, but this was not about anybody else. This is what I needed and it was my body and mind that left me craving day after day, week after week and I could no longer live on denial. I wanted it to be like this.

There was no door, only a very bad fitting curtain which left huge gaps on either side providing little if any privacy. The curtain itself was well worn and torn in many places. Holes inidicated that it was not unusual for voyeurs to participate in what ever was happening inside. This was of little consequence as I felt sure that the camera on the left hand top corner of the room above the video screen was directed straight at the well worn and filthy two seater settee. I felt sure that anybody in the shop could get a perfect view of anything that was going on in this little room on the screens on the wall behind the desk.

Generously an open box of tissues was placed to the side of the settee for the benefit of anybody needing to make use of them. Judging by the large full bin of used tissues placed at arms length from the settee, there must have been lots, or else the bin was only emptied when overflowing which was already happening. The strong smell of testosterone and man sex was intoxicating. I was beginning to get very strong butterflies in my tummy. On an impulse I brought my face close to the many secretions left in the bin, the result of so much pleasure, and inhaled deeply not knowing what effect it would have on me. I felt the most irresistible pleasure and I had to sit down on the badly stained settee. I pushed the back of my head against the back of the settee and closed my eyes making the most of those moments. When I opened my eyes I saw the camera and got the distinct impression that it had moved.

Truthfully at that time I did not mind, and the idea of being watched heightened my excitement. I wondered if perhaps I was now being watched by thousands on the internet all waiting in anticipation to see what I would do next. I looked up at the camera and let them all have a good look at my face. It was time for all to see who I was.

I placed the first DVD on the machine and settled back to see the Amazon Adventure. The credits went on for an eternity. A long list of names which were so evidently made up. Eventually the film opened to three men, two of which where in command of the third. He was half naked and seemingly complaining at what was just about to happen. I moaned as I felt an intense pleasure go through my groin. Jesus I so wanted to be in his place. They were beautiful. Such magnificent bodies. Slowly they forcefully removed the third man's clothing. I could not believe the size of those penises! My own penis reacted immediately to what I was watching on the screen. I gave an appreciative moan.

I did not want this to end so quickly, and I worried about not being able to hold back my orgasm. I thought about the camera now trained on me and the men on the desk. Opening my belt and undoing my trousers I let them drop round my ankles. I did not want to touch myself as that would have hastened it. I again looked up at the camera, and closing my eyes, pleaded with the two men in the film to take me instead. I was talking to them as if they could hear me and I knew that others in that corridor, must have been hearing my moans of pleasure, and my pleading to be taken. I was desperate and I could not think beyond my need to have a man fuck me. I needed a fuck so badly. My body was trembling all over as if the room was freezing when in reality it was very warm. I could not understand what was happening to me but in all my years with my wife I had never experienced such uncontrollable joy and pleasure. Almost painful as my body continued to tell me that I should explode and that relieve would not come until I did so. I now know how close pain is to pleasure and if you have never experienced this symbiosis you have yet to be fulfilled. I cried out and begged the men to fuck me as I could not bear it much longer. But as my desperation grew so did the pleasure and the need for relieve. My moans continued.

Suddenly a sound caused me to freeze and without moving I forced myself to be quiet. Lying there with my trousers round my ankle I waited in fear as to what was going on. I heard the rather heavy footsteps coming up the wooden stairs. Frozen as if a rabbit caught on the light of the headlights, I waited for the men to go into their own room. I could hear them walking down the corridor, ever closer. I was terrified and too scared to move. I worried that they might hear me pull my trousers up and was fearful of their motivation.

Through the gaps in my curtain I saw movement in the corridor outside my room. I lay silent. Suddenly the curtain was pulled open and two large men walked into my room. They were built like tanks. Clearly used to working in the toughest of building sites. The first one to come through had an enormous bushy beard and rather long an unkept hair. His enormous arms were covered in tattoos and his clothes dirty and dusty. I noticed he was wearing steel capped working boots and his clothes would be best described as working clothes.

The second man did not have a beard but had obviously not shaved for a week. He had no hair and seemed to be stereo typical of those thugs that are normally associated with violent gangs. He was also dressed in working clothes and had the boots to match. Hairy arms the size of tree trunks ended with the most enormous fists.

In complete shock I was unable to say anything having lost the power of speech. I must have made a sorry impression lying there with my trousers down with a complete inability to do anything. I was petrified these men had not just accidentally walked into the wrong cubicle. They were here for a purpose. This was not as it was meant to be. I struggled to suggest that they were in the wrong cubicle.

“Would you like us to help you” said the man with the tattoos.

Silence, as I tried to speak I could do no better than mumble a few sounds.
Without any hesitation they both came towards me and the second one said

“Would be better if we took all your clothes off”

I could have shouted but I could not get any sound from my throat.

Unable to move I just lay there as they pulled my shoes and socks off together with my trousers and threw them on the soiled floor. My jockeys followed, and pushing me forward they pulled my top and shirts over my head and threw those into the bin. I was naked and trembling, but this time it was fear.

Picking me up they took me to the side of the settee and the man with the tattoos pushed me forward over the arms of settee. The second man took my wrist and pulled them across the settee so that I was lying across it with arms outstretched and my behind strategically positioned on the arm rest. I now knew what was about to happen and I had could do nothing to stop them.

“A beautiful arse smooth as a baby” he said as he slowly felt my cheeks with hands that felt like sandpaper. I trembled at his touch and made an attempt at saying something but failed as my body went into further spasms as he brought his thick fingers close to the opening of my behind. I must have named Jesus and God several times in between my moans of sheer desperation.

"So you wanted to be fucked?" asked the man behind me.

Not waiting for an answer he started rubbing gel on my arse hole. His thick rough fingers pushing the gel inside my arse. Unable to stop them I stopped struggling. Isn't this what I had been waiting for, I told myself. In reality I could not stop this men from getting what they wanted, and to so would have made them very angry. I feared the consequences and it would not be easy to explain away the beating that I thought I would get.

“He is getting very wet” said the man pulling my arms from the socket.

The truth is that with no choice left to me, I was no longer feeling guilty, or ashamed of what was just about to happen.

“Oh God, please fuck me I want you so badly” I screamed, wanting to feel him penetrating me and very ready to get him to cum inside me.

“I have no condom” he taunted me.

“No, please I want you to come inside me. Please don’t use a condom” I screamed.

“You are some desperate bitch” he said.

“Please, please, please” I pleaded with him almost in tears by this stage.

His hand continued to move around my bottom and his fingers pushing further inside it. Meeting little resistance, I felt him pushing more of his fingers inside me until I could stand the pain no more and asked him to stop.

“Please do not make me wait any longer. I need you to fuck me. I need you to come off inside me. I shall do anything you ask me to, but please please for pity’s sake fuck me I so want you to”

Moving away from me, as I lay there crying like a baby offering to do anything for him. He turned and said

“That’s a nice watch you have on, what is it a Tag Heuer?”

With that I took it off my wrist and gave it to him saying

“Please take it it was a present from my wife, but It is my present to you now and I want you to have it. Please believe me when I say that I can think of no one who I would want to have it more than you.”

“She has never been able to give me in all the years we have been together what you have given me in the short time you have been here.”

Crying I said

“I need you to touch me in the way you have been doing so, but gently. I am a virgin and no man has ever been this close to me. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want you to come off inside me and leave me with your cum which I will treasure for ever. Please Please and a hundred pleases fuck me and do what you want with me. You will always be my first and most intimate lover”.

“My friend will be disappointed you have no other watch. What will you give him?”

“There is three hundred Euros in my wallet and my iphone is in my trouser pocket. Perhaps he would like those. I have no more to give him at the moment, but he can have it all.”

“That will be good. I want you to let him fuck you and to try your best to please him in every way”.

I felt the man behind me move towards me and I thought I heard him drop his trousers.

By that time I had felt him inside me numerous times. He had fucked my brain and I was in a state of euphoria. It is incredible how many fantasies you can live through in a matter of minutes.

I was in heaven, and giving the second man my wrists I lay down with my legs wide open waiting for his penetration.

I could hear him behind me and it seemed like he might have been smearing himself with lubricant. I was trembling with excitement dying to feel his penis inside me. I no longer cared about anything else. All risks put aside, thoughts of my family discarded, what mattered now was to give this man everything he wanted and in return feel everything I had imagined and dreamed of since puberty. I wanted his come inside me and I told him so.

“Please no protection” and fearing that he had not heard me repeated it even louder.

I felt his enormous hands grabbing my waste and this sent spasms of pleasure through my body. I have no better words to describe the intensity of joy that seemed to be going through me, it was like currents of electricity stimulating my every extreme and sensetising my whole body to his every touch. When he pressed his cock against the opening of my bottom my body collapsed onto the settee and I screamed. I could no longer resist his touch and could not stop myself crying like a baby. He left me weak all over and I stretched my legs further to facilitate his entry into me. I had never experienced anything like it before. I could only think that it must have been akin to being high on the most stimulating drug available. I could now understand why so many people craved the highs obtained from the strongest of drugs, but nothing could be better than this.

His fingers had already broken my natural resistance to penetration and his cock slid in easily.

I was not cold but I was unable to control the shivering all over my body.

“Please push your cock deep inside me” I cried.

My own penis was painfully hard and it felt like it was going to explode at any second.

“Have you never been fucked before” he asked me.

I could not manage an answer.

His friend was still pulling at my wrists and stretching me out, but I could no longer feel the pain, only a wanting which I was terrified would never be satisfied. I already knew that I would never be able to go back to my previous life and that I would not be able to live without the touch of other men. I desperately wanted both these men and I would give or do anything to get them to fuck me.

“Oh God” I felt the enormous head of his penis move inside me, but the second men pulled my arms even harder and the pain went through my arms and shoulders. Crying I continued to plead with them. Begging them to fuck me as hard as they could and to fill me with their beautiful cum. I had no idea what I could say to speed up their penetration of my body. I worried about sounding pathetic and I dreaded the possibility that they might leave me desperately unfulfilled.

He was enormous but his penis was smooth and not rough like his hands. The veins strong and engorged sending me into such heights of pleasure as he moved inside my passage.

“Please forgive me for being so weak. But you can not imagine how long I have dreamed of this. When I saw you coming in to the room I wanted you both desperately and I feared what I would do if you left me. What ever it is you want from me please help me and I will make sure that you will not be disappointed. I have nothing more with me but you can have my wedding ring and my engagement chain. Please if you do not want to fuck me I will be distraught but let me take you both in my mouth and help me so that I will not disappoint you. Just tell me what I can do for both of you”

At that point I suddenly felt him push and I had the beautiful head of his cock deep inside my arse. I moaned at the intense pleasure of the moment. I could feel him inside me and I tightened my muscles to hold him there. The pleasure was so intense, my moaning continued, I needed him to go deeper. I repeatedly asked him to fill me and I cried at my inability to pull my arms away and to pull him further into me. I loved these men as I have never loved anybody before.

He was enormous and stretching all the sides of my insides. I now knew the pleasure to be had by having your prostate massaged. Each time he pushed in I was on a high screaming with unbridled satisfaction. I could feel every throb of his cock and his ever increasing excitement.

I could hear myself screaming but I had no idea what I was saying. I had completely lost my composure. I was like an animal desperate for him to cum. Nothing else mattered. I could feel him so deep inside me that I knew he had fully penetrated me. As he kept it there for a few seconds he was making it move in ways that sent spasms of intense pleasure through all my body. The second man let go of one of my wrists and gently placed the tip of his finger just touching my nipple. My body shuddered at his touch, and I moaned. The pleasure increasing all the time.

I could not stand this for much longer my own penis was engourged and ready to explode. I told them that I loved what they were doing and begged them to continue. As I clenched my buttock on the cock that was filling me so beautifully, I felt him start to withdraw it again. I cried and begged him to keep it inside me. Slowly he moved it up and down my anus driving me delirious with a feeling that I had never experienced. I was conscious that for the first time I had lost myself to my effeminate side. I could never go back to what I had been. This was going to be my life from now on.

I begged them both to fuck me unmercifully and told them that I wanted them inside me. I needed to feel them pump their seed in me and could not wait. The man continued to fuck me and I could hear from his own moans that he was close to orgasm. I raised my body towards him inviting further penetration. My whole body was trembling at his every touch. I could feel every throb of his penis and each one sent an explosion of pleasure throughout my body. I felt him thrust himself deep inside me and I screamed with uncontrollable pleasure. I could sense his own pleasure as he pushed himself as deep as he could go.

The man pulling on my wrist taunted him to fuck the whore really hard. Telling him that I was his whore I pleaded with him to push harder and deeper. Responding to my pleas he made one final thrust which pushed the head of his cock so deep inside me that it was painful. I no longer cared about pain and when he started to shoot his wonderful load deep inside me. I burst into tears of joy. I lay there feeling every throb of his penis and each new spurt of his cum. I was fulfilled. My lovers orgasm triggered in me an ejaculation whose like I had never experienced before. I lost count of the number of times that my cock ejected a whole stream of cum. I could see the growing mountain of white sticky juice permeating into the seat cushion below me. I longed to be able to reach down with my tongue, and take it into my mouth but my wrists continued to be held, and although my body was having interminable fits, he held my wrist in a vice like grip.

I could feel his warm seed deep in the pores of my body and I tightened all the muscles in my body around this beautiful man, squeezing every drop of his seed and holding it as not to loose any of it.

I don’t know how long we lay there but I felt his penis become flacid inside me, until he could no longer keep it in me. I could feel the wetness as he came out, and my body continued to convulse in a pleasure which was no longer going to remain alien to me. Any doubts now long gone, all my future lovers would forever now be other men. I also realised that my real destiny was to be a receiver to any man that would want me.

I lay there unable to move absorbing everything that this beautiful man had given me.

I waited and hoped that the second man would now fuck me and I was becoming desperate for him.

The second man pulled me up and taking my belt from the floor, pulled my arms back from the shoulder and wrapped the belt around my forearms. He tightened the belt until my arms were being pulled off the sockets and made sure that the buckle was firmly locked into that position. Although my hands and wrist were loose I could not move as my arms were held tight against the back of my shoulders and trapped into position down my back. I was totally at their mercy but rather than feeling frightened I was excited at what they might do to me. In an odd way this moved any of my responsibility for what else they were going to do with me. I felt no guilt.

The man dragged me to the end of the settee and turning me round to face him he pushed me back onto the settee so that my bottom was just short of the arm and my back held my arms trapped against the seat cushions of the same. I could not move. He raised my legs and pulling them apart pushed them over towards my face. I was totally open for his penetration, and my body was again shaking, in anticipation, of what this man was just about to do to me. I moaned with delight.

As if this was not enough, I had been filled so generously by the first man that I started to feel the trickles of his semen moving down the crack of my arse towards my back, sending further spasms of delight through me. I quietly thanked God for making it possible for me to have such great pleasure. I waited as the second man dropped his trousers and pants and gave me a view of what was the thickest cock I had ever seen. I could never hope to close my fingers around such a wonderful appendage. Too excited to make much sense I murmured that I was ready for him to put his cock inside me.

I now knew that I could accommodate him inside me, and was prepared to be torn so that this would never be a problem in the future.

Moaning I thrust my bum in the air towards him and stretched my legs as far as they would go. He held me open and I could feel the head of his erect cock teasing my very open vagina. He was already very wet but my soaked pussy would provide a welcome passage to his huge member.

“Oh God fuck me” I pleaded with him. “Shove that beautiful cock inside me and anoint me with your seed”

My cock was erect. I was now truly desperate for this second man to take me. I needed to have him inside me.

I felt him push, and the enormous head lubricated by my first lovers juices, pushed my bottom open, and I had the most wonderful feeling of having him in me. As I moaned in delight he continued to push his enormous member past my prostate forcing my body into unbearable pleasure. My hand still strapped tight to me body I could do nothing to control what my body was going through. I had never realised that bondage could be so pleasurable and again thanked God for a revelation which would define my life for the future.

As he pushed in I pushed towards him wanting more of him inside me. I will never know if he could understand what I was saying to him, but I offered him my soul should he want it. I was now prepared to do anything for these men. I would have loved becoming their whore and doing whatever they asked me to.

I felt him flex his cock and I screamed with delight.

I then noticed the first of my lovers standing next to me. He slowly put his hand out and with the most slightest of touches he felt the tip of my tit. My body jumped as a feeling of electrical delight run through my naked body causing my cock to twitch uncontrollably and my nipples to react. I could feel tears welling in my eyes and drops fell down my cheeks. I pleaded with him to touch me. I could not touch myself and the wanting was driving me insane. He again just touched my other tit and left me to squirm in the agonising pain, of not be able to get relieve with a growing furnace of pleasure which I was not able to quell.

My pleas were humiliating but I no longer had any self respect. I craved to be abused. He brought his mouth close to my nipples so that I could feel his hot breath. I was trembling, fighting a need which was consuming me. I think his friend was getting a lot of pleasure at my predicament but thankfully he continued to fuck me pushing himself deep inside me before withdrawing and repeating the process.

This torment continued for many minutes as my desperation grew to unbearable proportions. Eventually he must have taken pity on me as he took my tit in his mouth and licked my throbbing nipple with the tip of his tongue. God such pleasure has taken a long time to reach me but no more would I wait. Noticing the effect it was having on me he took my nipple between his teeth and gently held it there as it continued to grow. I have sold my soul to the Devil. No longer would I deny my body such pleasures regardless of all the consequences.

Suddenly he bit my nipple closing his teeth until he cut into it and they started to bleed. He continued to tightens his teeth even as the blood started to stem out. At what point does pain become pleasure. My body needed this man and I needed the pain he was inflicting on me. I asked him to continue biting me. When it seemed that he had second thoughts about the pain he was inflicting I demanded that he bite me harder. As he moved between each of my tits I felt him squeezing them as he took the folds of flesh in his mouth and held them between his teeth. These were bites of intense pleasure rather than excruciating pain. Through the pleasure I could feel no pain. I had the strangest feeling that I would not be able to handle the mounting pleasure, and I feared that I would be left in a state of desperate unfulfillment. I pleaded with him not to stop. Both my nipples were now bleeding and I had cuts all across my tits were his teeth had pierced my skin. By now he was showing no compassion but seemed spurred on by my reactions to his actions.

The look of erogenous oblivion on the faces of many of those martyrs as painted by old masters now made total sense.

I am sure that not everybody would feel the same way that I did, but I have never known such intense pleasure, coupled with such pain. He brought me off, even before his friend had come off inside me, and my spirting cock sprayed my very hot semen all over my chest covering my tits and chest with a wonderful mix of blood and cum.

When I eventually opened my eyes I could see that a new man had now come into the room and was standing to the side of the second man who was vigorously stretching my pussy by pumping me in the most delicious of ways. This man must have been a Somali. He was magnificent jet ebony black with the body of a Greek God. AS he stood there I could see that he was very excited by what he was seeing. A growing bulge was clearly visible in the area of his crotch. I could feel myself getting another hard on. God was to give me another of my wishes. I have always fancied black men and this one was heaven. Under his clothes I could see that he had a slim but muscular body. He was jet black but with a smoothness that could have been carved out of marble.

He was looking at me. I felt that my mouth was very dry, so embarrassed, I closed my eyes and wet my lips with my tongue. I dreamed of what he might do and I loved that he was looking at me being fucked by these two men. I hoped that he would realise that I was making myself very available and that he might also want to take me. My eye remained shut but after several minutes I felt somebody approach the side of the settee and I felt a tongue slowly prising my lips open. I loved the taste of his mouth, and I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine. Unable to move my arms I did my best to hold his tongue inside my mouth with my own tongue. He responded to my kisses and as we kissed each other for some minutes I heard the man fucking me was screaming that he was coming. God such a wonderful fuck as he shot load after load deep into my still soaked cunt. The God of a man continued to compound my pleasure with the most wonderful of kisses. I swallowed as much of his saliva as I could take.

When I opened my eyes I was amazed to see that my jet black lover had removed every stitch of his clothing and his most magnificent ebony rod was standing unsupported upright. I asked him to place it in my mouth. And I sucked him arms tied behind my back but able to get him to push it as far as it would go into my mouth. My tongue was all over it. His juices were like nectar to me. I could feel his wetness and sensed his excitement by every move it made inside my mouth. I could tell it was not going to take long and as the man started to moan I tightened my lips around it and moved up and down his magnificent shaft. All the time my tongue was licking the wetness coming from his head. With a loud moan he came, collapsing on top me and shooting load after load of his white seed into my mouth. I loved it! I loved the taste. I loved its silkiness. I loved the way it coated my mouth. I loved how it slowly made its way down my throat as I swallowed every single drop. I loved the intimacy I had shared with him. I loved how special it felt to me to suck another man’s cock. I loved that I had not disappointed him by not swallowing every drop of his cum. He had given me something which was most special and I was not going to disappoint him by not taking it all.

Trussed up with my belt, full of the cum of all these three men, the video still playing, curtain wide open, camera I expect still rolling, I wondered how much pleasure I had given to all those involved.

They left me there, still unable to move my arms, or undo my belt, but on leaving they told me that the guy on the desk had phoned them in their local bar and invited them over with the offer of fucking the hell out of a desperate English man.

I wonder if those men remember that night as vividly as I do?

Based on something which happened to me while on a training course.  Loved every minute and have no regrets.  Made me what I am.  Eternally grateful to all those involved on that unforgettable night.