The Silo

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.

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Learning My Lessons

Sunday morning dawned hot and clear.  Ah, you have to love Melbourne in the summer.  Hot nights, and equally hot days, then out of nowhere a cool change races through, and the temperature can drop by 20c in a heartbeat.  I almost didn’t mind sleeping in the nude, except my arse was still cut up and bleeding a bit, so I cheated.  Last night I wore my tighty whities to bed; I figured if I got sprung, I could blame my cut up butt.  I did sleep with the butt plug in; again I thought they’d go easy on me if I was at least following half their instructions.  At least I hoped so, but with the way this week has gone.  Who knows?

I had breakfast, and took the butt plug out so I could shit, and have a shower.  While in the shower I was washing the butt plug.  I nearly shit myself again, when I heard Ted behind me asking me, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I tried to explain that I was washing my butt plug when he gut-punched me, so hard this time that I had to lay on the floor of the shower stall trying to cough my guts up.  He ripped the shower curtain down, “what the fuck were your instructions yesterday?”

I just lay moaning in the bottom of the shower stall.  He reached down and grabbed an ear and pulled me upright.  When I was standing upright, he asked me again what the rules were.

‘COUGHING ‘ “Um, well. ‘COUGH’  I am supposed to ‘COUGH ‘ be naked inside COUGH'  my flat, Sir. ‘COUGHING’   And I am, Sir. ‘COUGH ‘ I am naked inside ‘COUGH’ my flat, Sir.”

“What were you told about the front door?  In fact, what were you told about all the doors in the flat?”

“Um, that I had to leave them all open, Sir,” I said, as I shuffled from one foot to the other, “and that I could only close the front door at night when I was going to bed, sir.”

“Right,” growled Ted, “so why the fuck did I have to unlock the front door while you are in here having a shower?”

“But then anyone could just walk in, Sir!!!”

“Exactly.  If we want to make use of you or send someone else around, then we can just come straight in.  Get it?”  He said as he thumped my head into the shower stall.  “Also what were you doing just now?”

“Um, having a shower, Sir?”

“I could see that.  What else were you doing?”

I looked down as I continued shuffling from foot to foot.  Looking at him nonplussed unsure of what point he was trying to make.

“What the fuck have you got in your hand?” asked Ted a little exasperated.

“Um, my butt plug, Sir.”

“Right.  And what were you doing with it?”

“Um, I was washing it, Sir,” I said brightening.

“And who gave you permission to wash it?”

“Um, no one, Sir.  There was no one here, Sir.  What else was I supposed to do with it, Sir?”  “What have you been doing with it up till now?” he asked quietly.

“Um.  Licking it clean, Sir.” I replied despondently.

He grabbed my ear and pulled my face down closer to his, “so why the fuck do you think you can do any different if we aren’t here?”

“UM, I’m sorry, Sir.  I just didn’t think…”

“That’s right, you fuckwit!  You don’t think!  That’s why you’re nothing but a dumb cum-dump!  Your only job is to follow all of our instructions, whether we are here or not!   Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said in a small voice.

“Get dressed,” he said, “we have to go shopping.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said as I got out of the shower and started to dry myself.

Ted left and went into the lounge area.

I inserted my butt plug.  Went into my room and got a clean pair of tighty whities, I put them on and worked my feet into my thongs.  I grabbed my wallet and walked out to the lounge area.  “Um, I’m ready, Sir,” I said.

He grabbed my wallet.  Leaned down and cut my undies again.  I knew it was pointless saying anything.  I walked out of the flat.  “Hands,” he barked at me.  Instantly I put my hands on my head as I negotiated my way down the two flights of stairs to the ground level, and waited for Ted.  He led the way to the van, which he had parked around the corner, I followed with my hands still on my head of course.

When we got to the van, he opened the back door and stood there holding his hand out.  I took my undies off and handed them to him.  Then I got in the van, and stood up, bending at the waist and waited for him to do up the all the straps and secure me inside the van.  He put the hood over my head and secured that strap as well as all the other straps.  He then put the sheath on my cock and secured that to the floor of the van.

Only when he was happy with the straps, and that I was tightly secured, did he jump out the back of the van and closed the door.  I breathed a sigh of relief as my arse, butt plug, balls, and cock had been totally on display to anyone who might have walked or driven past with the backdoor open like that.

We didn’t drive very far, and I could hear a lot of traffic, so I was really curious as to where we were.  I fervently prayed that we were shopping at the strip in Carnegie again.

Ted parked the van, then opened the back door and jumped up into the van.  He undid all the straps and removed my hood and cock sheath.  Only then was I allowed to get out of the van.  I could see we were in a multiplex carpark at Chadstone Shopping Centre, as the name of the shopping centre was plastered all over the walls.  I cast furtive looks around to see if there was anyone parked close by, but no one was there.  I also looked for their security cameras, but couldn’t see any.  So we must have parked in a parking area off limits to the public.

Only when Ted had finished locking the van did he give me my undies to put back on.  With him leading the way, we made our way into the shopping centre.  We found the electronics store he was looking for. Mercifully he found a sales assistant quickly and got a set of wireless cameras, and the computer program to record with them.  He also picked up a laptop.  When he was happy with all the equipment, he gave me my wallet, and naturally, I paid for everything.

On the way back to the van, I was aware of strange looks from the other people around us, but after yesterday I wasn’t quite so self-conscious about it.  I was carrying all of our packages, so I put it out of my mind.

It wasn’t until we got back to the van.  I had to put the packages on the ground; it was then I realised that Ted hadn’t been as careful with the placement of the cut as Tomas’ had been.  As Ted’s cut actually allowed the bit of foreskin that hangs off the tip of my cock to hang outside of my undies.

When I realised this, I went bright red, and my cock started to respond to the attention I had just paid it.  Ignoring my discomfort, Ted just stood there holding his hand out.  I dutifully removed my undies and gave them to him.  It was only then that he unlocked the back of the van.  I had to pick up all the packages off the ground, one by one, with my stiffening cock swinging in the breeze, and put them in the back of the van before Ted would let me to clamber in.  He took his time making sure I was secured into the van correctly, with my hood and cock sheath in place.  Again, it was only when he was totally happy that I was secure, that he finally closed the back door of the van.  He drove us back near my place.

When he found a parking space to his liking on the side of one the streets near home, Ted walked to the back of the van and opened the back door of the van.  Naturally, Ted took his sweet time as he slowly clambered into the back of the van, making sure that he didn’t block anyone’s view of my plugged arse, low swingers, and of course the bit of my cock that was clearly on view.  He slowly released me from my bondage inside the van.  Then, when I was standing on the road, and only when I was standing on the road, and he’d closed the back door of the van and made sure that it was locked of course.  Only then did he decide to give me back my undies to put on.  I retrieved all of the packages from the back of the van and carried them all back to my flat.  All the while I was conscious of the fact that the tip of my foreskin could be poking out of the slit in my undies.

When we were inside the flat, and I had put all the packages down.  I removed my undies and thongs and stood on the spot I stood on yesterday, totally naked and with my hands on my head.  I watched the passing parade outside my open front door.

Meanwhile, I could hear Ted undoing all the packages.  An hour later he told me to give him a hand.  I turned around and found him sitting at the dining room table with the new laptop and all the cameras arranged on the table.  He gave the cameras to me one at a time, and I had to put them up in each room.  He kept me moving them around until he was happy that there wasn’t any space in the flat that wasn’t covered by the cameras.  I even had to put one in the toilet.

He sat me down in front of the laptop and showed me all the feeds from all the cameras, so I could see that there was nowhere to hide in the flat from any of the watching cameras.  He also told me that the cameras were infrared as well, so they could watch me 24/7.

He also told me that he had set the computer up so that any of my masters could access the live feeds from any external computer, at any time of the day or night they wanted.  So now if I didn’t do as I was told they would know straight away, as someone would always be watching.

“Right,” declared Ted, “I think I could do with a service.”

I stood on my spot and bent over.  He pulled the butt plug out and gave it to me to clean.  I slurped on the butt plug while he banged away at my arse, while he watched the passing parade out my front door.  When he’d cum, he took my butt plug back and rammed it back into my arse.  He told me to turn around, and with my arse and butt plug clearly, on display to the world I slurped and sucked on his cock until he got his second wind and started to rape my mouth.  When he’d blown his second load of cum down my throat, he pulled out just enough for me to clean his cock and suck the rest of the cum out of it.  With that, he slapped me hard on the arse and left.

I got on with my chores, I cleaned the flat, did my washing, fed myself, and decided to have an early night.  I almost wore another pair of undies to bed, when I remembered the cameras I’d helped put up.  So I ditched that idea, and slipped under the sheet au natural, but thought better of it, and decided to ditch the sheet as well unless it got too cold at night of course.

I thought I was dreaming about being raped again, but I woke up to find someone was actually fucking my arse, and someone else face fucking me.  I tried to get the cock out of my mouth, which earnt me a hard slap on the arse and I was told to just ‘suck it, bitch’.  Seemingly as I had no other choice, I just lay there and sucked the cock in my mouth.  While I was getting my arse pounded.  They both swapped ends about three times.  They pulled out.  Shoved the butt plug back in my arse, and without so much as a thank you to me they left.  So I rolled over and went back to sleep.

My alarm went off, and someone was trying to lift my arse up off the bed.  I rolled over and stuck my arse up in the air.  They pulled my butt plug out.  Gave it to me to clean.  And proceeded to fuck my arse.  They took my butt plug back and shoved it back into my arse.  They turned me around and shoved their cock down my throat.  I sucked his cock until he’d cum again.  Cleaned his cock for him.  Had my arse slapped yet again, and he left.

I got out of bed, had breakfast, as I didn’t consider the load of cum I’d just swallowed enough of a meal to call it breakfast.  Showered.  Dressed and left for work.  Every time I coughed or burped I could taste cum all day.  The butt plug reminded me of its presence all day, as it dug into my guts unmercifully.  Every time I farted, I thought it was going to come rocketing out.

I stopped off at the pub on my way home from work.  I was beat, but I didn’t want to go home and be someone’s cum-dump just yet.  I was tired of being used and abused, and it has just been a week.  Judging by the past few days, I knew it was only going to get worse, not better.

I was drowning my sorrows with a couple of beers when I saw Rodger approaching.  He waved hello, and I nodded back.  “What the fuck happened to you?” he asked when he got close enough.

I knew it wasn’t all the sex, or enforced nudity at home.  “Ah, I fell over and banged my face on the table.”

“Are you Ok?  Concussed?”

“Nah, I’m Ok.”

“Wanna play the Pokies?”

“Um, no.  I’m tired.  I think I’m gunna have an early night.”

“Are you sure?  They installed a new game I think.  It went in Friday!”

“Oh.  Fuck it.  Ok, let’s have a look.”

So we went and played the new game for a bit.  But I still called an early night and headed home.  I walked home through the construction sites, but this time I kept a watch out.  I’m just not sure if I’m trying to avoid the guys or find them.  It’s a scary thought and made me shudder.  I made it home without bumping into anyone, but I can’t shake the feeling of disappointment.  I must be sick.  I can’t be liking this!  I just can’t!

It’s 10 pm, and I’m exhausted.  So I have an early night and wonder if I’ll get a full night’s sleep or not.  I can’t believe it, but I’m so horny.  In the past week, I’ve been nothing but a cum-dump, it’s time for me to dump some cum of my own.  I grab one of the mags I have under my mattress, ignoring the fact that the cameras are watching, and with my cock in hand I just went for it.  I pump my cock for all I’m worth until I finally cum all over my chest.  I grabbed my undies off the floor and cleaned myself up.  Sated, I dropped my undies back onto the floor and rolled over and went to sleep.

It seems like I’d only just dropped off to sleep, and the fuckin’ light goes on.  I shade my eyes and squinting into the light I make out four guys in the doorway.  As my eyes get accustomed to the light, I see the guys enter my room and start to loosen their belts.  One of the guys pulls my butt plug out of my arse and gives it to me to clean.  I hear one of the guys asking if this really Ok?  I heard one of the other guys tell him, that they had a key, didn’t they!  I finished cleaning my butt plug and looked up and saw the blue of a cop’s uniform.

Fuck they’re cops! I thought.  What have I got myself into I wondered yet again?

They manhandled me till I was on all fours on my bed, and one of them rammed their cock into my arse.  While another of them feed his cock down my throat, and I was rocked back and forth between the two.  One of the other cops found my cum soaked undies.  “What the fuck are these?”

The guy fuckin my mouth, pulled out long enough for me to tell him that they were my cum soaked undies.  He threw them onto the bed just under my face, and he told me I had to suck all the cum out of them before they left.   With that, the guy fuckin’ my face rammed his cock back down my throat.  So in between sucking cocks, I had to lick and suck the cum out of my own undies.  Ninety minutes later they finally left, I dropped my undies back onto the floor, and I went back to sleep.

On my way to work, I had to wonder if this really was my life now.  Not being allowed to close any door in the flat.  Having to have the front door open from the minute I get up to the minute I go to bed.  And how the fuck did I become a cum-dump anyway?  I wondered if there was a way I could get out of this situation.  I mean, I know I could ask, but I knew what the answer to that question was probably going to be.

Maybe I could just tell them I‘d had enough and wanted to stop all of this.  Yeah, I can imagine how that conversation would go as well, and probably the beating I would get after that.  I can’t go to the police, I mean what am I going to say, ‘oh excuse me officer but four cops are using me as their cum-dump’, cause let’s face it.  It ain’t sex.  Well, not sex that I’m enjoying, anyways.

I was so lost in my musing that I nearly missed my stop.  Thankfully Ed was on the same train, and he grabbed me on his way out of the train.  He asked me what was going on, and I told him that I hadn’t been sleeping well lately.  I changed the topic back to what he had done last night, and off the fact that I was so tired and why.

Later that evening I got a text message telling me that ‘there was a party going on in one of the construction sites.  That I was the guest of honour.  So I had to be there.’  I grabbed a pair of my tighty whities and noticed that they were almost all ripped now.  I couldn’t decide rip or no rip.  Then I told myself that it didn’t matter now, they were all going to end up ripped anyway.  I arrived at the construction site five minutes later, to a chorus of wolf whistles and cat calls.  I was just about to drop my undies when Orlando reached out and cut them, much to everyone else’s approval.

I draped myself over the sawhorse.  Someone secured my arms and legs to the legs of the sawhorse, while someone else held my butt plug in front of my face for me to clean off.  I felt something being pushed into my arse, and then it started to fill me up with fluid.  I was told I had to hold it in until they gave me permission to release it.  After a couple of minutes, I was starting to get a little buzzed.  By the time they let me expel the fluid from my guts, I was almost totally drunk, without having had a sip of alcohol.  As I’d never had an alcohol enema before, I had no way of knowing that was what the guys had just given me.  Nor did I know that it was the quickest way to get someone totally pissed out of their minds, and it didn’t matter if the alcohol was cheap and nasty.  It all did the same job.

The next three hours was a total blur for me.  Oh, I know they all used me, but how many there were or how often they each had a go, I have no idea.  I was barely aware of them freeing me from my bonds.  I certainly don’t remember anyone tying my keys to my cock, or being loaded into the back of the van.  But still, I ended up on my nature strip.

I slowly got shakily to my feet and stumbled up the stairs to my flat.  When I got to my flat, I couldn’t find my keys.  I knew I had them.  I could hear them jingling, but do you think I could find the bastards.  I tried to get them out of my pockets and discovered I lost my pockets.  “Son’ve abitch,” I said, “some fucker must’ve stolen my pockets.”  But I could still hear my keys jangling.  As it sounded like they were on the ground I looked down, and fuck me there they were.  I congratulated myself for tying my keys to the piece of string, seeing as I’d lost my pockets somewhere.  Inconvenient things pockets, sometimes.

So I picked them up, and swaying gently I eventually found the right key and got it into the lock.  I felt someone pulling on my cock, but when I looked down, no one was there.  Even though I could feel someone playing with my cock.  It was only then that I noticed the string that was tying my cock to my keys, and I thought what a brilliant idea.  So I stumbled into my flat.  I couldn’t undo the string tied to my cock, so I decided to just go to bed.

I woke in the morning to a throbbing swollen painful cock and a massive hangover.  Neither of which I could readily account for.  Deciding what was most important, I reached down for my cock, and it felt fuckin’ enormous.  In fright, I looked down and eventually worked out that there was something tied to it.

The string was pulling my cock under my hip, and I slowly became aware of something digging into my butt.  I tried to pull the string out, but couldn’t.  I tried to roll off the string, but that caused the something to really bite into my arse.  I thought ‘fuck it’, and kept rolling till I fell out of bed.  My keys fell off the bed and hit me on my belly.  I tried to remember why I took my keys to bed, but couldn’t.  So I laid there until the world stopped moving in such an alarming way.

My bladder made it known that I had to pee.  So dragging my keys behind me, I crawled to the toilet.  I eventually propped myself against the wall and tried to work out what to do with my keys.  In the end, I just left them dangling off my cock and tried to pee.  Which was really hard because my cock was so swollen, and the string was tied tight restricting my ability to pee.

I lurched back into the kitchen and grabbed a sharp knife and attempted to cut the string, without cutting my cock.  It was such a relief to eventually cut the string, and because I couldn’t hold it anymore.  I peed all over myself and the kitchen floor.  It seemed to take forever before the flow stopped.  By now I was soaked, and the kitchen floor was flooded in pee.  I turned around, intending to leave the kitchen, but slipped in the pee and fell on the floor.  So there I was totally naked.  With what I was sure was the sorest my cock had ever been.  Rolling around in my own pee.  Just as I was laying on the floor, covered in my own pee, I wondered if it could get any worse.  I heard my phone ringing.  I dragged myself up by the kitchen cupboards and leaning heavily on the bench.  Slipping and sliding on the pee-drenched floor I made my way out of the kitchen.  I stood dripping in the lounge area, trying to find my phone.

I went into my bedroom and found the phone in my pants pocket, just as it stopped ringing.  I could see on the screen that it was a call from work.  While I was trying to remember how to call them back, someone from work called me again.  I pushed the talk button, “’lo.”

“Fuck, you sound dreadful.” Said, Christian.

“Fanks,” I replied, “wha’s up?”

“Um, I take it you aren’t coming into work today?  Oh, and Bert is super pissed that you didn’t call and let us know.”

“Yeah,” I burped, “I fink I’m s…s…sup’r piss’d, too.”

“Ok, but I don’t think I’m going to tell him that.  I’ll tell him you’ve got the flu or something.”

“Fanks,” I said and dropped the phone and fell onto my bed and slept.

I came to sometime later with an absolutely splitting headache, and the sorest cock in the world.  I got out of bed and made it to the toilet, just in time to heave my guts out.  Except, because I didn’t drink.  There was nothing to throw up.  So I just dry heaved into the toilet.

My cock was still very red and inflamed.  I had a shower and got dressed, gingerly cradling my cock against my lower abdomen in my tighty whities.  I put some cargo shorts over the top.  Grabbed a t-shirt, and went and saw my Doctor.

He told me I had caused some soft tissue damage to my cock, and told me to rest it as much as possible.  He told me to drink lots of water and to eat something, and that would help with the hangover.  He also told me to go home and have a shower, as I smelt like I had rolled around in piss or something.

As I was walking out of the door of his office, he told me next time not to drink so much.  I mumbled something along with my thanks and went home.

I stripped off as soon as I stepped into my flat, and the place just reeked of piss, but I was too knackered to do anything about it.  I went into my bedroom and went to bed, and tried to sleep everything off.  Thankfully I was left alone all night, so I had a good night sleep.

In the morning I felt a lot better.  The flat still reeked but.  I called in sick at work.

I had to clean the kitchen floor before I could do anything else.  My cock hurt like hell, but I was too scared to put anything on, so I opened my legs as wide as I could.  But my cock still banged into my legs; today was going to be another day I wished I had a smaller cock.

When I finished mopping the floor, I cradled my cock as best I could as I walked around my flat.  As soon as the floor was dry, I fixed myself some breakfast.  After I ate I cleaned up the kitchen.  Stripped my piss soaked sheets off my bed and did a load of washing.  At least having to keep the doors of my flat open helped to clear the air.

I got dressed and ran some errands.

&&&&&&&&&&

“Hey, Ted,” Tomas said as he answered the door.  Tomas stood back and let Ted enter his place.

“Whatcha working on?” Ted asked Tomas as he closed the front door.

“Wait till you see what I found on the dark web…”

“Fuck, buddy!  You want to be careful tooling around in that stuff.”

“Relax,” Tomas laughed at the look on Ted’s face, “if I’ve had to leave a contact email address, I’ve used yours.”  Again Tomas got to laugh at the look on Ted’s face.  “But seriously.  There is something I want you to see,” he said over his shoulder as he led Ted deeper into his house, and into his computer room.

“So, what am I looking at,” Ted asked as he leaned over Tomas’ shoulder.

“I found this website that deals in slaves…”

“What the fuck??”

“Hang on,” Tomas said as he held up his hand to try to placate Ted a little bit.  Just listen.  There is an agency, here in Australia that buys and sells slaves.  Just think for a minute, will you,” Tomas said to Ted before Ted had another chance to interrupt him again.  “What do we do with our ‘bitches’ when we grow tired of them?”

“We let them go, and we find a new one.”

“Right!  But what if we could sell them when we’d finished with them?”

“Good money?”

“We’re talking somewhere in the region of $70,000.00+.”

Ted let out a low whistle.

“So, I’ve got your attention now have I?” Tomas asked Ted.

“Keep talking.”

“Look it’s all here on their website.  We need to get ‘them’ a full medical, as well as a death certificate…”

“What the fuck?” Ted said as he looked at Tomas in surprise.

“Yes,” laughed Tomas, “it’s so that no one will come looking for ‘it’.  We get ‘them’ to make us their Next of Kin with a full Power of Attorney, as well as getting our names on their bank accounts, etc.  That way we get to clean them out, especially if we become the beneficiaries of their Wills.  So this way we get to have all the fun with the guys, and when we get tired of them, we can sell them.  No harm, no foul.  Win-win for us.

So, what ya think?” Tomas finished up.

“Have you actually spoken with these people?”

“I sure have.  We have to get it pierced with a guiche piercing…”

“A what?”

It’s a piercing of the guy’s perineum.”

“What do they want that for?”

“Stuffed if I know.  So, what da ya think?”

“Well, I say you’ve done your homework.  Let’s give it a go.”

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Friday saw me back at work, but because I had caught up on some sleep, I didn’t miss my stop.  The day went quickly.  We were very busy at work and the time seemed to just fly past.  As I was feeling so rested, I called Rodger and arranged to meet him at the pub.

We had a meal, a few drinks, and then decided to play the pokies.  There was a movie on that I wanted to see, so I asked Rodger if he wanted to go, but as he’d seen the movie already, he’d decided to stay at the Pokies.

I grabbed a cab and headed over to Chaddy and went to watch my movie.  I do like either the first session or the last session of the day, as they are not very popular and I can almost get the theatre to myself.  Tonight was no exception, I could only see two other people, and we were all spread out. So it was like I was there on my own, and settled in to watch the movie.

The theatre went dark, and the movie started.  It had been running for about five minutes when I heard, “hello cum-dump,” whispered in my ear.  I turned around, and there was Reg, Hugo, and Stan.  Three of my Masters sitting in the row behind me.  Reg leant forward, “great place for a fuck don’t you think?” he whispered in my ear.

I froze, “I can’t.  Not in here!  You can’t be serious?”

“Are you refusing?” he asked incredulously.

I dropped my head.  I knew when I was beaten, “No, Sir.”

“Good,” he said, “then get your arse around here and sit on my cock.”

The armrests between the seats can be raised up into the backs of the seats, so you can cosy up to someone if you want to.  Reg had raised one of the armrests, so we had a bit more room.

He told me to take his cock out of his pants and to sit on it.  I complied, I worked his dick out of his pants.   I pulled down my own pants.  Pulled out my butt plug, and sat on his cock.  So now I was sitting in a movie theatre, with other patrons there, bouncing on one of my Master's cocks.  It seemed to take forever for him to cum.  I felt his cock start to buck in my arse and knew that he was shooting his hot ropey cum into my waiting, willing arse.

When he had caught his breath, and his soft cock fell out of my arse.  He pushed me onto the floor and guided my head down to his waiting cock, all without taking his eyes off the screen.  He shot another load down my throat.  I sucked the last of his cum out of his softening cock.

I had just put his cock back in his pants when I felt Hugo pull me over to his crotch.  So I went through the whole routine again.  I got his cock out and sat on it.  I bounced up and down on his cock until he shot a load of cum into my arse.  Again I was pushed to the floor to clean his cock for him and allow him to shoot another load down my throat when I had finished him off.  Then it was Stan’s turn obviously.

I performed the same service for him, but when I had finished him off.  Hugo told me to strip.  I just looked up at him in the flickering light of the movie.

“What, Sir?” I asked him.  Thinking I hadn’t heard him correctly.

He grabbed my ear and pulled it up to his mouth, “I said STRIP, and I mean now.”  So in the dark theatre, I stripped out of all my clothes and gave them to Hugo who then told me to go and sit in the aisle seat.  He warned me not to cover up in any way, and that I had to spread my legs as wide apart as I could.  I was going to protest or beg for mercy, but I knew there would be none.  So as I had no other choice, I made my way to the aisle seat and sat with my legs spread as wide apart as I could make them; and settled in to watch the rest of the movie.

I got engrossed in the movie, and totally forgot about being naked.  Until I saw an usher walk down the other aisle, as there was only a couple of people in the theatre, I really hoped that they would just walk back up that aisle.  But they walked across the front of the theatre, and I knew they were going to walk up the aisle I was sitting on.

I turned to where my masters were sitting to ask for something to cover myself with, but they had moved seats and taken my clothes with them.  Trying not to be too obvious, I looked around trying to find them.  They had moved three rows back, and they all had big grins on their faces.

So I crossed my legs and arms and prayed the usher wouldn’t notice.  Thankfully the Usher just walked past.  I heaved a sigh of relief and had just uncrossed my arms and legs when a light was shone right into my crotch, and I heard a very quiet, “what the fuck!”  I looked up to explain, right into the face of the poof who lives downstairs in my block of flats.  He just looked down at me with his mouth agape. Well if the truth be known, he probably was looking at my naked physic and cock, and not my face.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing,” he hissed.

I was still looking up at him and said, “Watching the movie.  Can you turn your torch off please?”

“You can’t sit here like that!  It’s indecent.  Where are your clothes?”

“Over there,” I said airily as I waved my hand around.

“If you don’t put something on, I’m going to have to get the Manager and ask you to leave.”

“Um, can’t we work something out?  Just between us?  You don’t have to tell anyone really.  Do you?” I pleaded.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked suspiciously.

“Why don’t you sit here with me,” I said as I lifted the armrest and scooted over and patted the seat I had just vacated.  It was then that I realised that I didn’t have my butt plug in and that all the cum my Masters had deposited inside me was slowly dribbling out.  Consequently, the seat I had vacated was wet with cum.  I jumped back into that seat and patted the other one next to me instead.  He came and sat beside me, and I took his hand and laid it on my cock.  He was too startled to do anything at first, but then he looked down at what he was holding, and he slowly started to stroke my cock.  I reached over and undid the fly of his pants before he realised what I was doing.  He grabbed my hand and hissed, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was just going to suck you off.  You know.  For not dobbing me in.”

“What…?”

“I just wanted to show you how grateful I was.”  With that, he took his hand off mine and scooted his arse forward on the seat.  So I took that as his permission to continue.  I worked his cock out and went down on it.

It wasn’t the biggest cock I had taken, in fact, I actually think it may be the smallest cock I’ve had so far.  Regardless, I hoovered it into my mouth and began sucking it.  It didn’t take him too long to get into the spirit of what was happening.  He put his hands on the back of my head and started to direct my speed, and how deep I went on his cock.  It wasn’t too long before he filled my mouth with his cum, and I swallowed every drop and then proceeded to suck the last remaining cum out of his softening cock.  He told me that that was the best blow job he’d ever had.

I stuffed his soft cock back into his pants.  As he got up to go back to work, he told me I had better find my clothes before the end of the movie.  He also said that this wasn’t going to be the end of this.  He would talk to me later at home.

My clothes were returned to me as the credits were rolling for the film.  I insert my butt plug and pull my clothes on as quickly as possible, and manage to be presentable just as the house lights came on.  I look around, but evidentially my Masters have left.  So I made my way home, and wonder what the poof was going to do.

&&&&&&&&&&&&

Sunday there is a hesitant knock at the door.  Puzzled I went to investigate, as no one knocks at my door anymore, and forgetting I am now naked the whole time I am in the flat.  I walk out of my bedroom into the lounge area to see who is at the door.  It’s the poof, and I don’t know who is more surprised him or me.  “What the fuck do you want?” I growl.

“Um, I w.wanted t.t.to talk to you a.a.a.bout last n.n.night,” he stammers.

“Yeah!  What about it?”

“W.w.well y.y.you w.w.were in the th.th.theatre n.n.naked,” he stammered.

“So?”

“Um, well you’re n.n.n.not allowed…”

“Yeah, and you got a blow job out of it.  Stop looking at my cock, and get the fuck out of here.”

“Um, but I told you that wasn’t going to be enough, and you’d agreed,” he said growing bolder and slowly moving through the door.

“Yeah?  Well. Guess what?  I don’t do poofs.  So fuck off.”

I suddenly heard a “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” coming from outside the door.  I look up, and there was Isaac just moving into the doorframe.  “What was that you just said?” he asked.

Fearfully I said, “Um.  What I was trying to say, Sir was that he’s not one of yous’, Sir, and I’m not allowed to just do anyone without one of yous’ permission, um, Sir.”

“And who told you that?” Isaac asked.

“Um….I….thought…it ….was…um…”

“Just as I thought,” he barked back, “no one!  You just wanna be a jumped up little cum-dump…,”

Having his hunky neighbour.  The man who fuelled most of his masturbation sessions.  The man he measured all of his sexual partners, and in fact every other man he saw, up against; had just been called a ‘cum-dump’.  Pieter couldn’t believe his ears.  It was also causing his cock to rise to the occasion even though he was obviously totally unaware of the fact.

But it didn’t slip Isaacs’ notice.  He walked into the flat with his hand held out to Pieter, “Hello.  I’m Isaac, and you are?”

“P..p….p..pieter,” stammered Pieter as he grasped Isaacs' hand and shook it, “um, if you don’t mind me asking.  But what the fuck is going on here?”

Isaac gave a little laugh, “well.  Your neighbour here has decided that he wants to be a cum-dump; not only for myself but for a group of my friends as well.”

“He….wants…to…..be…a….cum-dump?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course he does.  He walked into one of our ‘fishing’ parties…”

“A ‘fishing’ party?”

“Yes, a ‘fishing’ party!  You see, um, Pieter, was it?”

“Yes,” nodded Pieter.

“Ok, well, Pieter, as I was saying a group of friends, and I have a party in a public area, but one with a bit of privacy.  And then we wait to see if we attract any ‘new flesh’.  Someone that we can break into man on man sex.  Someone who was straight to start with.  Understand?” asked Isaac.

Pieter nodded that he understood so far.

“So when a new male stumbles on to one of our parties.  We overpower them and fuck their brains out.  They have such great tight arses, and we all have turns at popping his arse, and then we go around and ‘teach’ them the ‘joys of giving good head’.  Then we take them home.  Thank them for a good night, and that’s generally the end of it.”

I looked at Isaac with a puzzled expression on my face.  Isaac saw my expression and laughed at me, “that’s right cum-dump.  That’s when all of this sometimes finishes, but you see,” he continued looking at Pieter, “some of them, like cum-dump here, are too dumb to stay away after they’ve had their arses fucked for the first time.  Particularly as there is generally about twenty of us at each of these parties.  So, when someone stumbles into our little party, we hit them with a little chloroform.  We cut their clothes off, and then check to see if they have a virgin arse.  If they don’t, we chuck them into the back of the van and dump them somewhere.  If, on the other hand, like cum-dump here, they have a virgin arse.  Well, we really like breaking them in.  To make a straight, like cum-dump here was, originally, into our newest cum-dump.”

“So you’ve done this before, asked Pieter totally enthralled with the story he was being told.  So much so that his stiff cock was starting to leak pre-cum.

“Oh, yes,” said Isaac, “we’ve had quite a few cum-dumps over the years.”

“But, why?”

“Power and control.  That’s what it is all about.  We take a formally straight, and turn them into our willing cum-dump.”

“But after just one ‘party’?”

“Oh, no.  When we have ‘new meat’, we hold another party a few nights later, in the same general area, and wait to see if they turn up again.”

“Oh,” said Pieter.

“Yes, we have a few theories as to why they come back a second and subsequent times.  Personally, I think they’re just too dumb to realise they should have stayed out of ‘those kinds of places’ after dark, in the first place.  That, and I really think they like it and this way they get to say that they were ‘forced’ to do it.  But look at him,” he said indicating me, “he’s here totally naked.  With a butt plug up his arse, and of course, I had to turn around and prove it, that he keeps in 24/7.  With the door open.”

Pieter thought that this would be his next masturbation scenario.  “So could I be a ‘victim’ at one of your ‘parties’? He asked.

Isaac laughed at him, “a poof like you?  Where’s the fun in that?  Nah, we like breaking in straight boys.  We don’t have time for fuckin poofs like you.”

Pieter looked like he had just been slapped across the face, “but…aren’t you...gay?”

Isaac roared with laughter, “Nah, mate none of us are ‘gay’.” He sneered.  “Hey, cum-dump.  Has anyone of us kissed you?  Have you kissed anyone of us?  Have you fucked anyone of us?  Have we ever sucked your little boy cock?”

I just stood there looking at the floor.

“Most of us have female partners, girlfriends, wives.  Nah this purely unbridled bastardisation.  Power and control.  We have it, and we use it!  Fuck all this talk has made me even hornier, and I can see you’re all boned up and leaking bucket loads…”

Pieter looked down at his shorts and went crimson.

“Not a problem,” said Isaac, “cum-dump take out your butt plug and get over here.”

I pulled out my butt plug and cringed inwardly at the slurping sound it made as I pulled it free from my arse, and started to lick it clean as I walked over to Isaac.  “That’s a good cum-dump,” he said patting my head.  Now bend over.”

I bent at the waist, and he rammed the full length of his cock up my arse in one powerful thrust.  He indicated to Pieter that he should start fucking my face.

Pieter didn’t need too much encouragement.  He dropped his wet shorts, and his 5” hard dick sprang out in front of him.  He came over and shoved it into my waiting mouth, and he tentatively started to face fuck me.

Isaac was having none of that and told him to just go for it.  So Pieter picked up the pace.  Isaac shot his load first, and told Pieter to swap ends; and even though he hadn’t cum yet, he was only too happy to have a crack at my arse.  When Isaac had shot his second load down my throat, and Pieter had shot his first load up my arse and come around for me to clean him off.  Isaac got dressed to leave.

Pieter asked if he could come back and use me again.  Of course, Isaac agreed, but he did warn him not to let any of his friends know.  They did want me in good condition, and that included no STI’s.  Pieter readily agreed just so long as he could tap my arse again.  He even asked Isaac if I could clean his flat for him naked, and again Isaac gave his permission and made sure he realises that I have to walk between flats naked.  Pieter’s’ eyes nearly bug out of his head, but he manages to collect himself enough to say of course he always thought that.

Both men left together, and I’m left standing in the middle of my lounge area, trying to come to terms with the fact that if I had only walked a different way home.  I would not be in this position now.  Standing naked, with a butt plug shoved up my arse, in full view of my open front door so anyone who cared to look in could see me.  But I also knew I could no longer change my circumstances than fly in the air.

Later that afternoon, Pieter walked into my flat, without knocking, and told me to go down and clean his flat.  So I walked down to his flat, naked, and spent the afternoon cleaning the little poof’s flat.  Before I left, he made sure he used my arse again.

Tired, I return to my flat.  Made myself something to eat, and decide to have an early night.  When I got into bed, I cried myself to sleep.

&&&&&&&&

So now I had a new Master, one who would drop in anytime he felt like it just to watch me walking around in the buff.  Of all the people who now use me, he is the one I hate the most.  I know, after Isaacs little speech on Sunday that this is all my own fault.

If only I had accepted the lift off Rodger the second, or subsequent nights, I wouldn’t be in this position now.  But I can’t shake the question, ‘did I want to be a slave?’  Did I want to be used sexually by all of these guys?  Am I in truth a closet homo?  Is that why I walked home those other nights, through the construction sites?  Did I want to be caught again?  Used again?  Did I really want to be this, this, cum-dump?

But even knowing all of this why did Isaac let a poof use me, particularly if none of my Masters are gay themselves.  That’s what I don’t get.  If they’re all straight, why let a poof join them.

And what about the other cum-dumps, what happened to them?  Did they let them go eventually?  Does that mean they may let me go eventually?  Could my life return to normal?  But could I ever go back to being ‘ME’, when this is all over?

I thought about that last question, a lot, over the next couple of days.  While I was travelling to and from work, I looked at the other passengers on the train and started looking at all the females.  Their tits and arses and I could imagine myself fucking them, and I’d fantasise about how good fuck they’d be.

As I let my eyes wander over the other passengers, they lit on one male passenger, and all I could think about was ripping his clothes off.  Cupping his firm butt cheeks in my hands.  Looking at his facial features and wondering what it would be like to kiss him.  To have him kiss me.  I fantasised about what it would be like to kiss and lick his naked skin.  I really got into this fantasy, so much so that I checked out his crotch and wondered what it would be like to ride his pole.  How many times I could get him to cum in my arse before I licked and sucked the remaining cum out of his cock.

Oh, fuck me I just fantasised about having a bloke fuck me, and me sucking him off.  Oh, shit, I looked down, and I could clearly see my cock bucking inside my pants as I blew my load.  I can feel it dripping down my leg.  As I watched, I could see the growing wet patch as my cum soaked through the material of my tighty whities, and was now slowly soaking into the material of my pants.  I tried to cover myself and prayed that no one else noticed.  But the smell.  I can smell the aroma of my cum as it wafts up to my nostrils.  Fuck if I can smell it, I bet everyone else can as well.  I hung my head in shame and asked myself what had I become.

I met Ed at the carriage door, and we walked the rest of the way to work together.  Although I desperately hoped he wouldn’t.  What if he could smell my cum?  Saw my ever growing wet patch?  When we got to work, I raced into the locker room and got out my spare pair of pants and undies and changed in the toilets, and tried to work the rest of the shift as if nothing had happened.

Wednesday night, Ted, Ruben, Stanley, and Julius turned up at my place.  As I hadn’t gone to bed yet, the front door was wide open, as per usual, and so my Masters just walked.  But they closed the door this time, and though it was unusual, I knew it was of no concern of mine.

They all started to strip, and Stan announced that he needed to piss, and started to head to the bathroom when Ted stopped him and told him that it was time to initiate me in the joys of ‘watersports’.

Ted called me over and told me to kneel in front of Stan and to open my mouth.  Stan took his dick out and just put the head in my mouth.  Ted told me I had to swallow every drop, and asked me if I understood.  I nodded, and with that Stan let a slow stream of piss into my mouth.  I was revolted and was just about to spit it out when Ted grabbed my head and told me to swallow.  He said if I spilt so much as one drop he would me walk to Chaddy naked with my hands on my head the whole way.  So with no other choice.  I started to swallow Stan’s piss.  Stan continued to let his piss out slowly, and I had to swallow every drop.

Ruben then declared that he was next.  So once again I swallowed another guy’s piss when he’d finished.  All I wanted to do was vomit, but Ted told me I had to keep it down, or I’d have to do the walk.  So once again I had to swallow another guy’s piss.

Ted grabbed the butt plug out of my arse and gave it to me to clean.  He then fucked my arse for all he was worth, while the other guys just watched.  After he had cum and changed ends, then Julius took his spot at my butt and started to fuck me.

Meanwhile, Ted started to rape my mouth, and it wasn’t too long before I felt him shoot his load down my throat.  When he had recovered himself, and with his cock still in my mouth he started to piss.  I was so surprised that I coughed and piss went everywhere.

I got it all over his legs and over the floor.  Ted was so pissed off.  He slapped me so hard I fell over and pulled Julius’ cock out of my arse, which he wasn’t happy about either.

Ted started to yell at me calling me a dumb bitch, a stupid cum dump, etc.  Amongst all of this he told me to clean him up and the floor.  So I started to lick the piss off his legs and then tried to suck it out of the carpet.

Ted rammed his cock back into my mouth and down my throat.  Then grabbing my ears, he let his piss go at full stream, and I had no other option but to swallow all of his piss.  When he had finished, and with Julius’ dick back in my arse, Ted started to hit me around the head again and told me the next time I did that he would lock me outside of my flat for the night naked.

By now Julius was finished, and he wanted to make use of my mouth, so Stan used my arse.  Before Julius cum in my mouth, he had a piss, and I made sure I didn’t let a drop come out of my mouth.  So now I had drunk three lots of piss, and I’m guessing that like the butt fucking and face fucking I’m going to come to like this as well.

After a few hours my Masters left, and by now I had to piss, so I went to the toilet.  It seemed like I was going to piss forever, but eventually, I stopped and decided that it was time to go to bed.

Could my life sink any lower?

Bastian