I went to bed that night sore and satisfied. Thinking about how they had both just used me, how degrading it was, I don’t even know who the second guy was, he just turned up and assumed I was up for taking his load down my throat. It was fucking hot though. Being humiliated and used like that. The plumber, or Daddy as I should think about him now just sharing me with his friends. Using me like a cheap whore, and I loved every second of it.
I lay there in bed, rock hard, thinking about how good those dicks felt. I’m slowly wanking myself as I remember it. I’m feeling a little bit anxious about this punishment Daddy threatened me with. I open a new tab and type in fabguys. Heading there I spot two new messages one from a profile I haven’t seen before, “Farmmuscle”. I open the message and read it to find a close up shot of me with my mouth full of cock and a dreamy look on my face. The message reads “we will do this again!”. I almost blow my load reading it. I reply “yes please, Sir, you’re chest is so hot and I want more of those pits!”
No reply comes and I go back to wanking, fantasising about earlier that day and imagining what Daddy might have meant when he promised me a punishment. When I finally cum the first rope hits over my shoulders onto the wall. Then across my chest and pooling on my belly.
I hear nothing from either of them for a few days. And then a message arrives from Daddy. “Are you free tomorrow afternoon?” I reply quickly, of course I’m free. “Good boy. It’s time for your punishment. No questions. Be on the bench by the alley to Queens Road at 1pm. Wear a jock.” I gulped with anxiety and typed back the only response I could think of… “Yes, Daddy”.
My mind racing with ideas of what might happen and my dick twitching in my briefs I head to bed. I resist the urge to wank. I might need the horny energy to get me through whatever is coming tomorrow. I get up in the morning, hanging around the house distractedly and nervously thinking about what might happen. At 12 I go and shower and prepare, dress in a white bike jock, pull some loose fitting shorts and plain T-shirt over them and a pair of trainers and head into town.
I get to the bench at about 1250, sit down and start to feel a sense of panic. I don’t even really know this plumber guy and I’m following his orders, what am I doing, this is stupid! As nervous as I am I can feel my cock firming up in my jock. A shadow falls over me and I look up to see Daddy standing fairly close to me, he looks down and says “follow me, boy!” And walks away. He crosses the road and heads down the alley. It suddenly dawns on me. The public toilets here are known for cruising. The urge to suck Daddy off takes over and I hurry to follow him. He pushes open the door to the toilets and I step under his arm to enter, as I do he grabs me, pushes me hard against the wall and kisses me. His mouth crushed mine. His stronger tongue invading my mouth.
He pulls back and shoves me roughly into the middle stall. I noticed the place was empty, so I’m feeling a bit more confident. Locking the stall door behind him he pushes me down to sit on the toilet. He steps in close to me, my face hypnotised by his bulge. He leans over me and reaching down, takes the back of my T-shirt and pulls it up and over my head. I’m nuzzling at his hard bulge as he does it. Pawing at him, kissing and licking his jeans.
A flash of panic comes over me as I hear the door open and someone walks in. Daddy doesn’t stop what he’s doing. He pulls me to my feet and and drops my shorts to the ground. Kissing me again his hands reach down to my jock, he’s squeezing my balls and playing with my hole. I forgot where I am. I’m gasping and moaning into his mouth. I step out of my shorts and he puts his hands on my shoulders, moving me down to my knees. He leans down to my shorts and picks them up. Then mashes my face into his bulge again. I can smell him and I’m desperate for it.
He steps back, handing me my phone from my shorts pocket. I look at him confused. “This is your punishment boy. You will stay here until you’ve sent me three pictures. I want to see you sucking three different cocks. If you please me you can have this” he says and grabs his cock. “If you don’t, I'll shred your clothes and leave you there”. A cold wave of panic fills me as I look into his eyes and see he’s deadly serious.
“Please, Daddy…” I begin to beg. But he looks at me, smirks and taps the wall of the stall. As he does I notice a glory hole cut into the divider. A shadow blocks out the light and the glistening head of an uncut cock pushes through. Daddy steps forward, his hands on the back of my head and pushes me on to the cock. Instinct takes over and I start to suck the anonymous cock. It’s salty with sweat but whoever it is makes a lot of precum, I can feel it costing my tongue. I hear a noise to my side and look up to see Daddy taking a picture with his phone. “1 down, 2 to go” he chuckles and walks out of the stall taking my clothes with him and letting the door swing open.
I jump up to close and lock the door and quickly get back on my knees to start sucking again. The dick isn’t big, and I don’t recognise who it is. But it’s a nice dick, I can take it all down my throat without too much hassle and I can feel his pace quickening and hear his breathing getting heavier and breathier. I know I’m going to make him shoot soon and I want it. I take him into my throat and work his shaft with my mouth and few seconds later he’s grunting and his hips banging against the stall as he dumps his load straight into my throat. He pulls out quickly, giving me a quick taste of his salty cum as he moves across my tongue and disappears back through the hole.
As I hear him leaving, the insanity of the situation hits me. I’m here on my knees in a public toilet, wearing just a jock and some trainers. I’m terrified. And my cock is so hard it’s aching. I’m scared to touch it in case I cum. I grab my phone and open Grindr. I need two more dicks to please Daddy. The Grindr scene is a bit slow around here so I changed my status to “LOOKING TO SUCK NOW”. Refreshing the app I can see a couple of guys around. A message pops up, it’s from a guy in his 50s a bit chubby, not my type at all. “U can suk this if u want!” It says, followed by a close up pic of what looks like quite a small cock, in an unkempt bush. It isn’t the prettiest cock out there so I ignore the message. I’m sure I can find better.
I’m scrolling the grid when I spot a younger guy, profile says 29, no face pic but he’s got a tidy body, toned and hairy, description says thick cut 6 inches. “Looking for subs and cum dumps”. He’s online so I fire off a message “Hi Sir, I’m looking to suck dick in the queens road toilets glory hole. Please come and use me.”
I go back to scouring the grid. I see a profile pop up, blank, no picture and just titled “Daddy” a few seconds later I get a message saying “tick-tick boy. Don’t make me cut your clothes into ribbons”. The thought of being stuck here in just a jock runs through me, a mixture of fear, humiliation and excitement. It makes my bulge twitch. I refresh the app to see a reply from the younger guy. “Now?” He says. I quickly reply “yes please I’m here waiting” and get a swift “there in 5” as a response. I kneel back down at the glory hole.
5 minutes seems like an age as I’m sitting there with my hard cock pressing against the fabric of the jock, after a few minutes of waiting I hear the door open, I can hear someone at the urinal but they just piss, wash their hands and leave. My nerves are kicking in now, I’m shaking a little bit and regret the choices I’ve made that brought me here. I hear the door swing open again. The stall door of the next cubicle swings open and closed, I hear the click of the bolt locking it. I get down on my knees next to the hole, hoping, and dreading. I hear someone clear their throat. I copy. Maybe he doesn’t know about toe tapping.
I’m on my knees and I can see through the hole, the guy is standing, facing my cubicle, he’s wearing jeans and a hoody, and I can see a nice full bulge in the jeans. I move forward, hoping he will see my mouth open for him. A few seconds later after nothing I move backwards and sit back so I can see through the hole, he’s still just standing there. He steps towards the hole, his hand moving towards his belt. I can’t help it and I let out a breath, on the breath is the word please. I hear a deep voice reply “good fag” and hear the jingle of the belt buckle as he undoes it. My mouth moves back to the hole, filling with saliva in anticipation. The next thing I know a thick smooth pink cock head is pressing against my lips. I open my mouth to let it in. I can tell he’s not fully hard yet, but he’s still so thick, it’s all I can do to open my mouth wide enough. I start to work and worship the dick, my tongue twirling circles around the head, milking out a sweet drip of precum.
As he hardens fully in my mouth I’m worried about breathing he’s so girthy, but do I really need to breathe, if I have to go isn’t this the way to go… I’m entranced by this cock, it’s beautiful and thick and smooth, it slides in and out of my throat with no urgency. I can hear him holding his breath and holding back noises. He’s not working himself up just enjoying the sensations. Gliding in and out of me, pulling back to milk a drip of precum to the tip and offering it up for me to taste.
He’s a slow burner I can tell. He wants to enjoy the moment, but I know I don’t have time for that, I need his load and one more. As he pushes through the hole again I take him deep, milking his cock with my throat, my tongue doing its best to help as it’s pressed flat by his wide shaft. I hear him mutter something but I didn’t catch it. I stop my efforts and he pulls back a bit, leaving his big mushroom head in my mouth. He says it again this time a little bit louder “I can’t cum like this, can I come round”. I agree and stand up to open the cubicle door, he pushes in and closes it behind me. I get back down on my knees and look up at him, his hood is up framing his dark brown beard, good looking, grey eyes look down at me and he takes a step forward.
His hands reach out for the back of my head, they are bigger and stronger than I expected, his grip is firm and commanding and he moves my head to his cock. The hand on the back of my head firmly pushes me down on him. Sliding me all the way down his shaft. As his thick cock hits my throat the girth of it makes me gag a bit. He doesn’t hesitate, he holds me down on it, his hips thrusting into my heaving. He’s enjoying it. And I realise that’s what he wanted. I look up at him, tears in my eyes from the gags. I try my best to relax my throat and I make eye contact with him, his steely eyes firm and dangerous, and I nod. I’m giving my permission, my submission. I can tell he understands, his grip gets tighter and he really starts to face fuck me. Bucking his hips into my face, the smell of his bush is intoxicating. I’m making far too much noise for a public toilet, there’s drool and slime pushing out around his shaft and dripping off my chin.
My eyes are streaming, my jaw aching and he keeps thrusting. He is getting faster and harder. I can feel his climax coming. His balls tighten and he grunts as he holds his cock in my throat and shoots straight into my belly. He pulls out his cock slick with my spit. He tucks it straight back into his jeans. His deep voice just says thanks, adjusting his hoody to cover more of his face he turns, unlocks the door and walked out.
I check my phone and see a message from daddy. “Was he another one? He asks and at that moment I realise I didn’t take a picture. Shit! I looked for his profile but it was gone. Fuck! I message Daddy explaining that I had sucked him but I forgot to take a picture. He replied back laughing, telling me without a picture it didn’t count.
I was still at 1 cock out of three and the clock was ticking. There was a scuffing noise as someone pushed the door open followed by the sound of what could be heavy boots. I saw a shadow pass along the bottom of the stall door as whoever it was walked past then heard the door of the cubicle to the left of me swing open and closed again. The boots travelled back towards me. Then someone gently pushed the door of my cubicle, the lock held, the boots moved away. The door of the cubicle to the right of me swung open and gently bumped against the wall. It was then that I heard a bleep and an electronic crackle, it sounded like a radio or a walkie-talkie. Oh shit. This was a policeman. The lock clicked as he closed himself inside the cubicle next to mine. The one linked with a glory hole. A glory hole into the cubicle where I stood, in nothing but a jock. Oh shit!
