I had gone to the nearby town of Ellon with my friends to take part in a small soccer tournament that was being held as part of the yearly Gala. We were moderately successful but were knocked out of the tournament at the semi final stage. Thus we had the afternoon free to enjoy ourselves at the Fair.

We spent some time wandering around the various stalls and games, spending money, eating snacks and of course amusing ourselves with tales of conquests among the girls at school (real or imagined). However I was finding it difficult to get into the spirit of things with the rest of the lads as I had noticed I was being watched as we strolled around.

Whichever stall we were at , whenever I looked around I would see the same guy staring at me, if I looked at him he would maintain eye contact until I became nervous and had to look away, but he made no attempt to approach me. The guy was about 6'3'' and pretty well built, with short cropped dark hair and several days worth of dark stubble. He appeared to be about 30 and was dressed scruffily in a pair of faded combat trousers, scuffed leather jacket and boots. He certainly wasn't particularly handsome but his face was striking due to his dark intense stare. After about an hour of this scrutiny I decided to leave, especially when I noticed the unmistakable bulge at the front of the guy's combats.

I said goodbye to my friends and set off to the bus stop which was about 20 minutes walk. On the way there the amount of juice and I had drunk while playing football and wandering the fair caught up with me and I made a bee line for the nearest public toilet.

I walked in, still in my shorts and T-shirt from the football ( the rest of my clothes in a duffel bag), seeing two guys at the urinals I made for the first cubicle. Despite the fact that I was something of a fast developer physically (I was about 5'9'' with what may be described as a lean build and while not hugely endowed I did possess what I considered to be respectable dick about 6'' in length) I was somewhat nervous about standing next to full grown guys, never knowing how to stand or where to look. I entered the cubicle, closing the door behind me I noticed the lock was broken and settled for pushing the door to. I turned, pushed my shorts down far enough to free my dick and started too piss. In mid flow I heard footsteps moving toward the exit and self consciously gave a sigh of relief.

I was just shaking the last drops of piss when I sensed a movement behind me! Before I could turn a powerful hand clamped it self over my mouth and another grabbed my right wrist and pulled it with ease behind my back! I felt a large body move in close and almost immediately I felt something thick and hard as an iron bar rubbing against the cheeks of my arse which I had unwittingly exposed.

' Keep quiet and you'll come out of this okay, maybe even enjoy it. Understand?'

The quiet, harsh voice left no room for argument and the pressure on my wrist let me know that this man got get what he wanted very easily, it was up to me how hard it would be on me! I managed to nod and the hand on my mouth slid down and the muscular arm moved across the front of my neck and shoulders and tugged me back a step. My arm was released and the other hand moved down my side and came to rest on my buttock, the fingers began to knead and grope, hard! The other hand began to wander down as well until it brushed against my dick! I gasped. I was rock hard, almost painfully so! There was a soft chuckle from behind me.

" I was right about you, you little boyslut. Knew you'd like it, like to be fucked good and hard!" His mouth was only inches from my left ear and I could feel the stubble against my skin. The hand left my aching cock and moved round behind me, joining the other in feeling my buttcheeks, one hand came to rest on the crack of my arse and a large finger began to push between the cheeks. Without realising what I was doing I reached round behind me and started to spread my arsecheeks. I felt like I was in some kind of trance, all I knew was that my would -be assailant was right I wanted to be fucked, fucked hard! I wanted him to use me, the feeling was incredible, I had never experienced emotions this strong before! I wanted to be his boyslut, wanted him to take me with no regard for my comfort or pleasure.

"That's right slut, spread those cheeks" he hissed into my ear

. With a hard thrust his thick finger entered my virgin hole. I gasped out loud with a mixture of the physical pain caused by the dry penetration and pleasure from the rush of filthy images and emotions my mind was filling with. Again the quiet chuckle; "Nice tight virgin arse, you've got nice cheeks boy. I'm going to enjoy making you my little fuck slave! Now lean forward put your hands against the wall. Good fuckslave! Now that we're getting on so well, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

I licked my lips, my mouth had gone so dry " I want it" I whispered

"Not good enough fucktoy!" came the reply. Behind me I could hear him removing his jacket, and as he placed it on the floor I saw his hand remove something from one of the pockets.

"Now tell me boy what you want me to do to that nice pert arse?"

"Ppplease ..." I stammered, my dick seemed even harder, my head was swimming "please fuck me! Please I want you to fuck my arse!" My voice grew stronger as I grew more desperate to meet my fate at his hands. The finger was back in my hole, I had hardly noticed it enter, then I felt a second finger, then a third, the left hand holding my cheeks open. My legs almost buckled.

"Carry on with what you were saying boy"

" Oh god" I moaned "Please fuck me with your big cock, I need you to fuck me, use me, rape my arse! I'm just your little fuckslave, you can do anything. Please, please FUCK me!"

I was completely desperate now, the pain of his thrusting fingers was gone now and I needed more, I couldn't believe how much more I actually wanted! In the space of a few moments I had gone from thinking of myself as a normal hetero teen, to knowing myself to be a willing fuckslave!

I heard the sound of a zipper and moaned with lust, pushing my arse back to meet his thrusting hand. He stepped closer, placing one hand on my back and pushing my T-shirt up. Then a hand came round in front of my face.

"Put this on now!" he ordered, it was a chain, dangling from it was a small glass bottle. I slipped the chain round my neck, his hands forced me further down, bent over the bottle swung beneath my face.

"Now get ready boyslut!" he took hold of my waist and then I felt the incredible sensation of his soft/hard cockhead against my cheeks. I moaned as I realised it must be huge! Several inches longer and thicker than mine! It was slick, he must have applied some kind of lube, he ran the head up and down my arsecrack, I tried to push back but his hands held me in place.

"Take a deep breath boy, here it comes!" I did as he said and almost immediately my head started to spin as the fumes from the bottle hit me, my knees almost gave way but again his hands held me. At the same time I heard a loud grunt and the breath left my lungs as his hips jerked forwards and drove his huge cock hilt deep into my arse. He pulled back and then thrust again even harder this time. I could scarcely breathe let alone speak as he fucked into me, my own cock twitched and pulsed as it drooled precum. I was pushed hard against the wall as he continued his assault upon my virgin arse. He did everything I had begged for, hoped for. His thrusts were fast and brutally hard, he was using me purely for his pleasure and I was loving it!

Within minutes of his initial thrust my cock started spewing come like never before in my short sexual life, it made no difference to him he continued pumping me like sex doll. My head was still spinning from the fumes and the aftermath of my come, but I could hear him breathing obscenities in my ear, slapping my arse cheeks as he spoke.

"Fuck you little slag, make you my boypussy. Rent you out, get you gangfucked, raped by fags, you'll be swimming in spunk. Teach you to be nice little cocksucker! You'd fucking love that wouldn't you, eh? drink gallons of spunk!"

I tried to tell him I would do anything he told me no matter how filthy but I could only gasp and moan in pleasure and pain. My cock was starting to get hard again as he pounded into me. His hands came round in front under my T-shirt and the fingers latched onto my nipples, pulling, squeezing. Harder and harder as the thrusts of his mighty cock came ever faster and deeper. I was struggling to stay on my feet as he rammed into, forced up onto my toes as he fucked into me. he paused for a second, drew his huge dick out, I whimpered, begged him to keep going , my cock twitching again. I started to reach for my dick.

"Leave it, you're here for my pleasure, not yours" My hand snatched away from my dick.

"On your knees slaveboy, grab the bowl" I did as told and felt him crouch behind me, again with one powerful thrust he was in me again, I could feel his pubes against my skin as he started fucking again. If anything it was more intense than before, I loved the feel of his shaft as it battered into me. He never seemed to miss a stroke or slow down. Grabbing my arms he held both my wrists behind my back in one strong hand, his other hand grasped the hair at the back of my head. Then he really started to fuck me!!

I couldn't believe it, I was in heaven being effectively raped, despite being a willing participant now, I was moaning, gasping, begging for more, to be used like a little queer slut. This was what seemed to make it for me, the idea that I had no control whatsoever, he could use me as he wished, give me to whoever he wanted and I would accept it all!

His fucking seemed to go on forever, fast and brutal, and I was in ecstasy. Eventually his thrusts slowed and I heard a fierce grunt from him and felt a pulse run up the length of his beautiful shaft. Then he was coming, spurt after spurt of creamy spunk was shooting into my bowels. The thought alone finished me and I started coming again. He continued to pump me as his cock spewed it's load. Finally with a long groan he pulled out of my punished arse and released his grip on me. I slumped on the floor, whimpering in pleasure. I heard himself zipping up and putting on his jacket, then

"I'll see you again boy. There's a place and time in your bag, be there or you'll regret it, understand slut!" He pushed me with his boot. I nodded but couldn't find the wherewithal to speak.

"Good boy, don't be late now!".....

Two weeks later I was in the city, wandering around in a pair of tight jeans, T-shirt, trainers and denim jacket. In the jacket pocket was a much creased and folded piece of paper, my hand on it as I walked. My pulse was racing and I was covered in a sheen of sweat as I headed to my destination, I was having trouble trying not to pant as I walked, telling myself to calm down. Since that day I had been unable to think straight, I had been wanking every chance I got, but it wasn't enough, I had stolen an old dildo of my sisters and fucked myself sore with it, but it still wasn't enough. I needed more and he knew what I needed.

I arrived at the railway station, having told my parents I was staying at a friends that night, they were pretty relaxed about it as I had no school the next day. I headed straight for the toilets, the station was quiet, it was late, almost midnight. I walked in early, heading for the centre cubicle as instructed, it was occupied! I forced myself to be patient, I paced the floor getting puzzled stares from the few men who used the urinals. Then I heard the flush and saw the door to my cubicle open. I darted forward.

Out stepped a huge black guy, he must have been almost 6'6'', he looked like a bouncer, black bomber jacket over a black T-shirt, smart black trousers. His head was shaved. He smirked as I made for the vacated cubicle,

"What's up, something special about this one?" he asked surveying the row of empty cubicles. I blushed as I hurried past him, turned and locked the door, the last thing I saw was him flick his tongue over his lips as he watched me.

I saw that there was indeed something special about the cubicle, holes in both walls at about waist height, easily large enough for someone to reach through, let alone look through. my cock became even harder. I hung my jacket on the back of the door and then my T-shirt and jeans, my trainers left on the floor. I was left in only the items of clothing that had been written on the piece of paper, a pair of women's' silk panties and stockings!

Both of these I had stolen from my older sister, she was 21 and had a similar waist size to mine, although the panties were stretched tight over my throbbing prick. Her stockings fitted me rather well, due to my slender build and the feeling of silk against my skin was turning me on, but not as much as the thoughts of what was about to happen.

I remained standing as I had been told, time seemed to drag to a standstill, but then I heard footsteps approaching! My breathing quickened, the steps entered the cubicle to my left. Silence. I stared forwards straining to hear any noise from next door. Then came that quiet, evil chuckle,

"Good little fuckslave, are those panties nice and tight?"

"Yessir" I breathed

"Oh that's good, face away from me, get on your knees back against the wall. Now!"

I knelt as told knees wide apart, I felt his hands come under the partition wall, stroking over my silk covered arse, cock and balls and down onto my thighs.

"Put your hands behind you down here."

I felt cold metal against my wrists and then, SNAP! Loud in the silence. My god I was Handcuffed! My cock twitched violently.

"Turn round, stay on your knees", I did so to find I was staring straight at the most incredible sight. He had pushed his prick through the hole in the wall, it stood erect and throbbing, at least 10'' and massively thick! I noticed a tight leather ring right at the base of his shaft, and stared enraptured at the pulsing blue vein running up it. He was circumcised and I stared at the beautiful swollen head of his dick, almost mesmerised.

"I think you can guess what I want, right you faggot slut!?"

Slowly I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the bulbous tip, relishing the slightly salty taste of him, inhaling the musky odour.

"Yesss, that's right lick it, all the way down and all the way up, now round the head. That's good , very good. You learn fast cockslave. Now take the head in your mouth."

Again I did as I was told instantly, stretching my jaws wide to accomodate him, as he entered my mouth I flicked my tongue lightly over the knob, then pressed the tip into the tiny hole. I was rewarded with a groan and a shudder. I couldn't get enough, I wanted all of this lovely organ down my throat as it had been up inside me, I wanted him to spray his jism into my belly, over my lips, into my face. I was beginning to get off just imagining this. Slowly he began to rock his hips, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into my waiting mouth.

At first I gagged as he started to thrust, but soon I managed to relax my throat and gobble more of his succulent meat. he started to move faster, harder, then he was fucking my face in earnest. Long, hard strokes, reaching right to the back of my throat, precum was leaking out and I swallowed the juice as quickly as I could, hungry for more. I was going wild imagining the scene, imagining it getting even more sordid. Pictures whirled through my mind.

Then he stopped, his cock left my straining mouth with an audible pop as I struggled to hold onto it. I moaned softly in disappointment.

"Get up, turn around."

As I turned his hand grabbed the cuffs and I was pulled against the wall of the cubicle, another SNAP, something was clipped to the cuffs. A rough hand slipped into my taut panties, fingering my arsecrack, oiling it up.

"Yeah that's right slut you're about to get yours, hard and fast, just the way you love it!"

He forced two fingers up my butt, I moaned again, then started as I saw movement in the other cubicle. Part of me almost died with the thought that I had been observed acting like some sort of depraved sex slave, but the other part wanted this, wanted more filth, to be a slave, act like a cock hugry slut. And that part was in control.

My panties were rolled down to expose my buttcheeks but still constrained my cock which was rock solid. A third finger pushed into my now well oiled hole.

"Bend forward fuckboy, right down! That's it, good toy! You really do want to be shagged don't you, fucking gagging for it!"

The thought occured to me that he probably already knew we had an audience, had wanted there to be, after all he was fully in control here. The only person out of control was me! I decided to put on a show for our mystery guest.

"YES, I want, I NEED your cock. Fuck it up my pert boy arse, bugger me you perverted bastard! You know you want to use me, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

He hauled back on the cuffs at the same time as he rammed his shaft into my greased hole, his belly slapping into my cheeks. I gave out a mixed yell of pleasure/gasp of pain at the roughness of his entry. He began fucking me, HARD! Balls slapping against me, he pulled almost all the way out before hammering back into me, using the cuffs to pull me back to meet his thrusts (not that I was going to try and escape the delicious pain/pleasure he was giving me)

Once more I was whimpering, moaning and almost sobbing with therush of emotions and sensations as he took me violently, my eyes were screwed tightly shut as the images of our coupling flooded my imagination.

Then a new voice; "That's wild man, really fucking wild." Deep, throaty voice from the other adjacent cubicle " You really love cock little boy?"

I nodded vigourously and started to answer but before I could, someone answered for me.

"He certainly loves cock, he's just a little cock slave, more the merrier. Why don't you give him a try?" He never lost pace or power on his thrust as he spoke, in fact if anything he fucked harder. "Boyslut you be nice to our guest and have a taste of his nice dick, understand.? And while we're at it unlock the door in case anyone else wants to join in!"

I was too far gone to refuse and reached out and pulled the latch of the door open, now anyone could just push the door open to watch my sex show!

I faced forward and opened my eyes, swaying before me was an enormous, semi-hard , ebony cock, even bigger than the dick buggering me with such force at that moment. It had to be the bouncer guy! I was in some kind of fantasy world! With no hesitation I reached with my tongue and began to lick this black monster for all I was worth. I couln't believe it as it swelled even more under my ministrations, the thing was incredible!

The taste alone was enough to make me cream into my panties.

"Hold that mouth steady pretty boy, I'm goin to fuck it!"

With that he slowly slipped the head past my lips, my jaw ached as I stretched for him, still being fucked with abandon from behind. Then he started to fuck it in and they were playing piggy-in-the-middle. I grunted with joy as I was savaged from both ends, practically suspended on a spit consisting of two huge poles of manmeat. My legs were on fire as I was forced onto my toes, my wrists were chafed and my jaw was in agony but I was delirious with pleasure. I had already shot 2 loads but they were still fucking me like the cock hungry slut I now knew I was.

A cool breeze on my side told me someone had opened the door but I had neither the ability or the inclination to see who, impaled as I was on these two rods.

"Yeah, suck that black cock you bitch, take it all in, all the way. Christ! Look at that arse! Yes fuck the bitch raw!"

I could hear the words and they seemed too spur my two cock masters on to even more furious fucking. I could also hear a strange whirring noise and clicks, the flashes of light caused me to realise someone was taking photographs! This was the last straw, my mind was completely awash with lurid images of my young body being displayed so lewdly for other peoples pleasure that I almost collapsed.

At that moment my mouth was deserted and I felt the first hot blasts of cock cream spray into my face, coating my cheeks, lips and forehead in a lovely spunk glaze.

"Oh Yess! Right on the face, yeah cover him!"

I felt yet more spunk rain down on my back and shoulders and realised that there was more than one person outside the cubicle. Yet still my first master fucked into me, plunging into me fiercely, then with a shout he pulled out and exploded over my arsecheeks!

As I collapsed to the floor I saw a tall blonde man in his early 20s, wearing a suit, standing in the doorway, camera in one hand, erect cock in the other. Behind him was an evil looking guy, all black hair and biker's leathers. The cameraman started to advance, finger still clicking away on the button as cock started to spew another load all over me! As he backed out of the cubicle the biker strode in, grabbed my ankle and dragged me out into the middle of the floor. I saw that the main door to the toilets was locked and outside most of the station lights appeared to be off. The other cubicles opened, my master walked over, wiping himself clean with some paper

"Think we'll keep you tonight boyslut, maybe whore you out a little, or maybe let you get raped up at the common. What do you say fucktoy?"

"Do what you want with me, please I need more?" I was practically writhing on the floor, already desperate for more cock, as much as I could get. I no longer cared who saw me, or what I had to do.

The bouncer laughed " Christ you really picked a goodun this time!"

"Yes I did, slut come here!" I crawled towards him, he reached down and tore the spunk filled panties from me and then used them to wipe my face clean. A bag was dropped in front of me.

"Put on the clothes in the bag fucktoy!"

In the bag I found another pair of panties, almost see through black silk, a pair of incredibly tight leather shorts which moulded to my pert arse framing the cheeks perfectly, a sort of silk slip top and a black velvet choker. I had no hesitation about wearing these items as I was too far gone down the road of my imagination.

"What a little slut, he's going to get fucked sore tonight looking like that!"

"That's the idea. Let's take him into town, I've got an idea what we can do with our little cock hungry boyslut here!"

Slut Beginnings: Part2

A brief summary of what has gone before: While making my way home from a local fair I was `accosted' by one incredibly horny older man who proceeded to fuck me senseless in a public toilet. Having enjoyed the experience like nothing ever before I went along with his suggestion to meet him at the railway station toilets two weeks later. When I turned up I got more than I had originally bargained for and found myself being double fucked by my original `attacker' (for want of a better word) and a huge black guy. Two other men were also present as I was used as a fucktoy and they had been taking photographs while wanking their stiff cocks over my young body. When they finished fucking me they cleaned me up, then me dress like some cheap slut. All I had on was a pair of women's' silk panties and stockings, a tight pair of leather shorts and a silk slip top. From there they proceeded to take me into the city....

Now read on as my initiation as a slut continues.

I couldn't see where we were headed as I was in the back of a van which was dark with no windows, the floor was padded as were the walls and at that moment I was on my knees in front of the biker, my head buried in his sweaty crotch as he pumped his sizeable dick roughly into my mouth. I was gobbling for all I was worth, desperate for more of his salty spunk to coat my tonsils.

"Ahh, yeah. That's it you little fag, suck my dick down your throat. All of it!" He thrust upwards with his hips and the cockhead struck the back of my throat. I gagged at first, then shifted my position slightly and sucked more of his length into my mouth, murmuring in pleasure as I did so. I found it almost impossible to comprehend just how much I got off on being used like a slut by these men, but the evidence was there in my tight shorts, my painfully hard prick, dying to be freed and yet the pain of it's confinement merely added to my pleasure.

Not long after the biker spilled another load down my throat and into my guts I heard a shout form the front of the van.

"We're here let slutboy out the back ."

The van slowed to a halt and the rear door popped open. As I stepped out onto concrete the huge black guy (whose name turned out to be Larry) came around from the front.

"OK, listen up! We're finished with you for the night, but there might just be some other horny fuckers out there who could use a hot piece of fuckable arse like yours. So what we want you to do is just hang around this little street corner here and see who comes along and when someone does you give them a good time, hear me!"

I nodded, somewhat dumbfounded by the turn the night had taken, but part of me was already getting hot just imagining all the dirty bastards who would be out, prowling around, looking for an arse like mine to shag and they wouldn't even have to pay tonight!

I strolled towards the corner that Larry had indicated, trying to move in such a way as to draw attention to the rounded cheeks of my butt as I walked (although, to be honest, the shorts seemed to do a pretty good job of that anyway).

I strutted backwards and forwards there for about 25 minutes, my heart racing every time a car slowed down, hoping that this would be the one, some filthy bastard who would take me off down some disused carpark or alleyway and use my mouth and arse for his satisfaction and then just dump me back on the street like the dirty slut I was. By now I was positively aching for something to happen.

A hand landed on my shoulder, a voice hissed

"Don't turn round, I don't want you looking at me. Just keep walking, I'll direct you."

The hand pushed and I started forwards, we walked for some time, my unseen `client' giving directions by forcing me where he wanted to go with the powerful hand on my left shoulder. I could tell he was a big man and obviously very strong. By now I was shivering with the anticipation of what he was going to do to me out here in the dark.

After we had walked in silence for at least 15 minutes I realised we were headed towards ****** Park which even I had known had a reputation as a gay hangout and I decided that this must be our final destination. I was shortly proved right.

We headed into the park which I found very disquieting in the dark, however my lust was overriding all other emotions. We walked into a thick copse of trees, the hand still guiding my movement and then I was shoved forwards. My legs came up against a rough obstruction in front of me, almost at waist height.

"Bend over the trunk, put your hands down in front. Now!"

I didn't hesitate. My fingers could barely touch the ground the tree trunk was so thick, then a muscular arm reached through my legs from behind, I could feel a bulky form pressing against the back of silk covered thighs. My cock twitched and I almost came there and then!

My wrists were grabbed and swiftly bound together with a leather strap, this was then tethered to some object on the ground; it was obvious that he'd been here before and was well prepared. A hand stroked up the inside of my thigh and came to rest on my leather covered groin, it squeezed gently and then moved on to cover one of my firm cheeks. I whimpered and tried to grind my arse back into his hand, willing him to rip my shorts down and get on with fucking me.

The hand left my cheeks and then slammed back down, HARD! I shot forwards as far as I could, shocked at the burning pain he had caused even through the leather shorts. But there was to be no escape, tethered as I was, I was an easy target for his spanking! And spank me he did, fast and brutally hard. I yelled in pain, shouted for help, but through my cries all I could hear was his evil chuckling and the occasional grunt as he swung a powerful blow at my buttocks.

"Noones goin to help you in here boy, not at night. If anyone does turn up, most likely they'll want a piece of you themselves. Can't say I'd blame them either, you really do have a nice arse!"

Iwas almost sobbing with the pain at this point, but Iwas not so far gone that I did not notice just how incredibly hard my dick had stayed throughout the assault. If anything it had gotten even harder and that had not gone unnoticed by the spanker!

"Looks like we have a real piece of work on our hands tonight!

Christ I can't wait any more!"

I heard a steely click behind me, then something cold and hard pressed against my stocking covered leg and moved up to the bottom of my shorts. With a swift tug he jerked the knifeblade through the leg of my shorts and cut them away from my body. Now only my flimsy panties stood between us and I could feel the hot, throbbing iron bar that was his cock rubbing my crack through the silk!

I heard laughter and low voices, we had company. He was right! They certainly were not here to help me out of trouble, not that I actually wanted help anymore, what I wanted was pulsing away behind me!

"Oh God!" I moaned "Stick it in me, I need your cock. Get it up there you dirty bastard!"

There was another laugh from off to my right and I heard movement in some nearby bushes.

"Yeah, go on then! Fuck the little fag, give him a good seeing to!"

"Fucking right! We'll even help!"

My spanker needed no further encouragement, the panties were briskly yanked down my legs and he took hold of my waist in his strong hands. I felt him steady himself and then...BAM!

"YES!" a shout from the bushes.

I was in heaven as with one titanic thrust he pistoned his ramrod balldeep into my cute boy arse. I gulped in breath as he withdrew, this guy had to be as big as Larry in the trouser snake department and Icould feel every hot inch as he began to pump me like a ragdoll.

"Ahh, Ahh, Yeah fuck me good. This is what I need, give me all your spunk. Go on fuck this little slut good and hard!"

Without a word he began to do just that and started to spank my cheeks again while he was doing so, except this time I was crying out in pleasure as the stinging slaps merely served to heighten the blissful sensations his cock was causing me.

My hair was grabbed and I caught a brief glimpse of a glistening cockhead bobbing to and fro in front of me before it was pushed past my accepting lips and into welcoming mouth. I quickly started to lave the head with my tongue, hoping to draw his spunk from his balls as quickly as possible, I had heard more voices and that meant more cock for me to play with and God how I wanted it now!

The spanker was really giving it to me now, hard, deep thrusts that completely filled me, circling his hips moving his incredible cock inside me, driving me wild, before pulling back and hammering into me again.

"AHH! Christ, here it comes you bitch!"

The cock popped out from between my lips and pulsed violently as a jet of gorgeous white goo flew through the air and splashed into my face. I desperately tried to catch some in my mouth and swallow it down so I could get the taste of it, but another set of hands had already grasped my head and an eager cock was being shoved down my throat!

By now my own stiff prick had spurted down my leg, coating the stockings in my love cream, but I was already starting to get hard again. The idea of being used like some rentboy was more than enough to get me going and once again my head was spinning with amazing imagery. I could envision the queue of hard pricks waiting to sheathe themselves in my soft mouth, while I was shafted mercilessly by this gorilla of a man behind me.

I had taken three loads of jism over my face and one dirty fucker had made me lick the crack of his arse while his mate wanked his cock into my face; and STILL the spanker fucked me like there was no tomorrow! My arse was beginning to hurt from the incredible pounding it had taken since I arrived at the railway station, but I was still so turned on by everything that was happening that I just ignored the discomfort, willing him to just fuck me harder and harder!

"Thats it SLUT!" he yelled "I'm Fucking coming! AHH YEAHH!


His spunk felt like it was scalding my insides as it jetted up into my bowels and I moaned as my prick twitched and another load of semen dribbled down my thighs and onto my stockings!

Groaning he pulled his mighty cock from me and delivered one last stinging SMACK! to my cheeks before cutting the thong round my wrists and moving off into the darkness. I did not move at first, savouring the sensations from my last cum and before long I found myself impaled on thick male meat again, hands pawing at the rest of my body as some of those, whose cocks had covered my face in their spunk, had returned.

I don't know how many times I was used by them, but when I eventually found myself alone again it was growing light. I was a mess of bruises and welts, both from the spanking and the rough fucking. My face was crusted in cum and spunk was drooling from my sloppy arsehole.

Some kind stranger had left a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a Tshirt, I wiped off as best I could and put these on over my cum coated body and headed off in the direction of the trainstation, a sore and well used little fucktoy, I couldn't have been happier.


I was not particularly worried about whose cock it was that I sucked or took up my butt and this resulted in one or two somewhat risky encounters, not least with two of my father's work colleagues. One of them had walked into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my father worked to find me, on my knees sucking frantically on a solid 8'' of prime tubesteak. He never said anything, just got behind, unzipped his fly, pulled down my jogging pants and fucked my arse for all he was worth. That afternoon alone provided me with enough material for several enjoyable wanks in the weeks after wards.

The second workmate actually lived next door to us and as it turned out he had seen me in one of those afore mentioned pick up spots, getting rather friendly with this tall good looking Jamaican guy called Leo. I was walking home one night, having been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He was standing in the doorway of his double garage, and as soon as I went over he pulled the door down behind me, grabbed my arms and forced my torso down over the front of his Merc. Within seconds he had my shorts down and was reaming my arse with his cock, calling me all the filthy names he could think of, hissing them into my ear as he pumped me. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, forcing them higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my hard nipples. His wife and three kids could not have been much more than 10 feet away on the other side of the garage wall, but that did not deter as he savaged my arse!

Of course I should make it clear that I loved this kind of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the best kind I could get, but I liked to put some kind of token resistance or objection to heighten the pleasure even further.

Unfortunately, well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not always provide me with a truly fulfilling encounter, sometimes I completely struck out.

After one such complete blow out and feeling incredibly frustrated and horny I decided to head into the city and see if I could get into the porno theatre.

Although I was only interested in cock, and the theatre only showed straight movies I could at least watch some well-hung stud going through their paces and imagine it was me they were banging and not some lucky bitch with plastic tits.

The porno theatre was in an area next to one of the old industrial sites and the whole place was pretty run down. The actual theatre was a fairly large three storey building on the corner and might have looked reasonably stylish if not for the layers of dirt and grime on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting of course). I got in with surprisingly little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth hardly taking time to look up from whatever he was reading.

I went up the stairs and into the screen. Once in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but eventually to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex noises from the screen I made my way to one of the back rows. I could only see a few other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere close to me so I hunched down in my seat and began to rub my stiffening prick through the material of the loose tracksuit pants I was wearing over a pair of red silk panties (I had also become just slightly addicted to the feel of silk close to my cock, and in particular the silk of women's panties).

My cock gradually got harder as I watched stud after stud with beautiful hard cocks screwing their way through a succession of porn bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there instead with one of those cocks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as two well muscled (and I mean well muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. My hand began rubbing more vigorously as my cock became fully engorged, straining against the material of the panties. I was aware that the theatre was getting slightly busier and that there were one or two bodies nearby, but at that moment I was only interested in the love muscles I saw twitching and pulsing up on the screen. Most especially one.

A scene had just started in which two small oriental women were on their knees before the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen, it was absolutely fucking enormous. Not just long but thick and solid as well, my own cock began to twitch as I tried to imagine the intense pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to force that unbelievable prick into my tight butthole, I moaned out loud I think as my mind began to run away with me. Slowly I slid my pants down over my hips and arse cheeks, then slid one hand under me to play with my tight hole through the silk of the panties, the other I continued to stroke my cock with. I slowed my pace now to match that of the two worshipful little tarts on the screen, their heads bobbing up and down slowly as they licked his shaft from root to tip.

I was fast approaching the point of no return as the black monster spewed gallons of cum onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I decided now would be a good time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the first orgasm of the day. I hastily pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and shuffled towards the end of the aisle. Not watching exactly where I was going (the black mamba was still spurting jism!) I tripped almost as I reached the end. My flailing right hand landed right in someone's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.

"What the fuck d'ye think you're doin! Fag bastard!"

"Jesus I'm sorry I just tripped. Look I was just leaving OK!"

I was hauled to my feet unceremoniously by one arm.

"Yeah right, you just wanted to cop a quick feel of my prick! Fuck off!"

I started to do precisely that, but as I stepped out of the aisle I walked into a wall. A wall of muscle. This guy must have been at least 6'5'' and looked to be about twice my weight! His head was shaved and he had a pretty ugly face, all bashed up like he had maybe been a boxer at one time.

"I saw that, I think Frankie's right, you were trying for a feel."

I tried to protest but he only ignored me and looked past me at Frankie, who was now right behind me.

"Y'know maybe this little pretty boy could do us a favour. That films got me feeling real horny and I could do with easing the pressure on the nuts before I head off. Pretty boy heres got a mouth like a girl anyway, so maybe he'll oblige us and we won't have to be nasty."

I took another step back into the aisle as I heard Frankie sit down again.

Muscle man forced me to turn round and face Frankie and then pushed down on my shoulders. I knelt between Frankies thighs, muscle man sat in the row behind me, in front of Frankie, his hands still with a vice like grip on my shoulders and neck.

Frankie was a good deal smaller than his friend, about 6' in height, less bulk as well although he was still fairly hefty. He was a damn sight better looking , with mid length black hair and cold eyes, but like his friend his nose had obviously been broken at some time in the past. His cock was still out of his jeans and it was big, uncut too.

"Get those pretty red lips of yours round that prick right now"

I was in no mood to disobey and in any case my head was being inexorably pushed forward by the big hands of Mr Muscle. I started by taking just the tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue over the soft head, teasing the foreskin, savouring the taste of my first prick of the day. I was pretty sure it would not be my last. Gradually I started to sink lower, finally taking his entire shaft down my throat and began to suck.

"Fuck! This little faggots better at this than my girlfriend!"

Muscle mans hands were still on my shoulders but now I could feel hands rubbing my buttcheeks, more than one set of hands as well! Once again my tracksuit trousers were lowered and the hands began to roam over my panties.

"Kinky little fucker" someone murmured.

A hand went under the panties and two fingers ran along the crack of my arse, they kept stroking and I began to squirm as the soft sensation started to get to me. One finger wormed into my tight hole, soon followed by another, then a third.

"Hmm, nice tight arse'll do for me. Get him on his feet, I've waited long enough."

Without detaching my lips from Frankie's rampant cock, my arse was raised in the air until I was standing bent over at the waist. My panties were gone now and I could feel cold air on the skin of my cheeks. That wasn't to be the only thing I felt.

"You're going to get it now all right, faggot! No fucking mercy!"

I heard some one spit, once, twice. My arse cheeks were forced wide open.

"UHHF! Take that you little fuck!"

I grunted around Frankie's slimy fuckpole as a fat prick speared my buttcheeks and embedded itself in me. This cock had to be seriously thick, it wasn't the longest I had taken but I felt incredibly full and it almost hurt as he started to bugger me.

Suddenly Frankie clamped both hands down on my head and bucked his hips. I started swallowing as spunk cascaded down my throat, so much that I couldn't take it all and some dribbled down my chin. I wasn't given time to catch that or my breath. As soon as Frankie moved another pair of hairy thighs was their, pubes tickling my nose as they rammed their fat sweaty cock into my face.

The moans of lust from the screen were now playing counterpoint to the fierce grunts as they began to really go at me. Pounding into me, raping both holes with abandon. I now had nothing to do with the process, other hands held my arms and my ankles as I was violently pushed and pulled onto the poles impaling me at either end.

Around me all I could hear was the low chant

"Fuck the slut, fuck the slut, fuck the slut, fuck the slut!"

I couldn't breathe they were fucking me so hard. I got a brief respite as the guy behind suddenly pulled out and squirted all over my back.

Hands pulled me out of the aisle and as one guy lay on the floor, I was forced down to impale myself on his rigid shaft. With my back to him and the other guys still holding my limbs someone else crawled between my splayed legs. I was pushed to lie slightly back, my legs were raised slightly.

"Gimme some of that" a voice muttered out of the darkness

A searing pain in my arse! No GOD! They couldn't be!!

But they were holding me still while two guys raped my tight arse in unison. I tried to scream but an enormous cock gagged me. I was stretched to the absolute limit, felt like I was being ripped open . Again and again they fucked into me. They came together, scalding my insides with their hot load.

And they were replaced, at least three times I was double pumped, my hole was fucked raw as they continued to rape me. I was crying now, in a mixture of pain and pleasure, my own cock hurt from coming so hard.

Then silence: the film had stopped, they had stopped. I could feel cum dribbling out of my well used hole onto the floor beneath me, my jaws were so stiff I couldn't close my mouth and almost every inch of my body was covered in spunk.

"OK boys let me in, time he took the real thing."

I looked exhaustedly towards the sound of the voice. Holy SHIT!

Mr Muscle was walking towards me and bobbing in front of him was an almighty, huge cock. It dwarfed everything else that had raped me there in that dim, sleazy pit that now stank of spunk and sweat. It looked as big as the Black mamba I had seen earlier on screen.

One massive paw reached out and I was dragged to meet my fate.

Pushing me onto my back, he grabbed both legs just behind the knees and forced them into the air, lifting my buttocks off the floor. not giving me time to prepare he slammed his hips forward!

The feeling was indescribable, even with my arsehole loosened by the ferocious double fucking and lubricated with enough spunk to float a battleship it hurt. I had never been this full!

Forcing his full weight down onto me as I gasped in pain he began to rape me, I can't think of any other way to describe the incredible violence of his fucking. I was like a doll made of paper before this strength. All the while he grunted insults at me, calling me a whore, tramp, fag, slut, cockteaser, fuckboy anything he could think of, spitting at me as well, even slapping my face once or twice.

The rest of the gang, at least 6 men had surrounded us and were wanking themselves to a final mind-blowing cum as muscles continued his assault. I felt spurt after spurt of creamy juice land on my face as one by one they could hold out no longer.

By now I was unconsciously calling out for muscles to fuck me even harder, after all this is what I am, an incredibly cock hungry slut. He was certainly obliging me as well!

After what seemed hours of this brutality he gave one mighty heave that felt like he'd broken my shoulders and his cock pulsed once. Then it exploded inside me!

He slumped over me, twitching with every spurt. I went limp still curled up under him, waiting for him to withdraw the monster. He didn't.

His head raised and he looked into my eyes with a malicious grin. I gasped as I felt the prick pulse again, but this was different! I could feel a strange steady warmth in my belly and an immense build up of pressure.

"AHHH!! JESUS!!" I yelled.

My own cock started to spray its seed everywhere as I realised the dirty bastard was pissing in my arse! It felt like it would never end and I truly thought I would burst before he finished, but then he pulled the plug. His mighty weapon slipped easily out of my now utterly used hole, followed by a warm stream of piss and cum.

He pulled me to my feet.

"Walk around slut, I want to see this"

Tenderly, I started to walk, the combined liquids trickling from my gaping hole and soaking the insides of my thighs.

"Oh yes we're a dirty little bastard aren't we? Loved every second of that didn't you?"

I could only nod mutely (my lips almost sealed shut with drying cum anyway) as I acknowledged the truth of what he said.

"I'll see you here again I reckon."

Again I nodded, he just laughed and turned and walked away, leaving me a cum and piss soaked wreck.


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