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.

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

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THE SILO

Chapter 1

Having My Arse Mastered

Monday after work me and Rodger decided to have a meal down at the local pub.  After our meal, we played the Pokies for a bit.  After a couple of hours, I decided to leave.  I wanted an early night, as I had an early start in the morning.  I thanked Rodger for a great time.  Rodger offered me a lift home, but it was a great summer’s night, and I don’t live far from the pub.  With all the construction going on around the place, I could actually cut through a couple of the construction sites and be home quicker than the time it would have taken for Rodger to drive me.

I do like living in the area, and with the housing shortage so many people have knocked down a lot of the old houses and are putting up blocks of flats.  It’s a bit noisy now but when it is all finished its gunna look great.

I work in a warehouse that supplies materials to construction companies, and occasionally I’ve had to make some of the deliveries.  Particularly when we get really busy.  The boss hires some extra trucks, and everyone who has an endorsed licence is pressed into making deliveries.  As I’ve made a lot of deliveries in my local area, I know a lot of the construction sites well.

It was a usual Monday night.  Nothing happened at the pub to arouse my suspicions.  No one had bumped into me.  I hadn’t knocked into anyone by accident, or them me.  Rodger and I’d kept to ourselves while we were playing the Pokies.

But somewhere on the way home, I got grabbed.  I didn't hear or see the guys, and I knew nothing of them or what was going to happen.  The first thing I knew was I felt myself being grabbed from behind and someone putting their hand over my mouth.

When I came to, I had no idea what was going on.  I was aware that I couldn't move my arms or legs, and my chest hurt as well as my arse.  I was feeling pretty groggy.  I was aware of people around me, so I tried to talk. It was then I realised that something was rammed into my mouth.  No.  Wait.  Not rammed in.  It was ramming into my mouth.

That sobered me up pretty quick.  I started to panic and tried to thrash around trying to get my arms and legs free.  I felt someone slap my arse which brought me up short.  Suddenly I could interpret some of the messages that were being sent to my brain.  In seemingly slow motion I realised that my arms and legs were secured to something and that that something was hurting my chest.  I could feel something pile driving my arse, and something else was pistoning in and out of my mouth.

It wasn’t until I felt the guys’ pubic bush scrunching into my nose and the realisation that what had been in my mouth had now worked its way down my throat, and was cutting off my ability to breath.  Then I really tried to struggle to get free, just so I could breathe.

As the fog continued to clear from my head, I suddenly realised that the thing down my throat was some guys’ cock.  When he drew back to thrust his cock back in again, I started to vomit.  As the vomit spewed from my mouth, I heard someone curse and backhanded me across the face.  They backhanded me so hard, in fact, that I saw stars.

When I'd finished vomiting, the cock was rammed back down my throat.  I started to dry reach, and got another backhander again and told to stop it.  I was also told to cover my teeth, or they’d knock them out for me.  I tried to cover them with my lips as best I could, while my addled brain tried to make sense of what was going on.

My arse felt like it was on fire, and slowly I put two and two together and realised that the thing I could feel sliding in and out of my arse.  Was, in fact, another cock.  I tried to twist and turn to get it out of my butt.  When I felt the cock start to buck and jerk, and I realised that he was actually cumming in my arse.  I bucked and thrust as hard as I could trying to get him out.  No one was going to cum up my arse if I could help it.  Which I couldn’t.  So he did.

I thought it was all over, as I felt his cock slid out of my arse, to the cheers of a small crowd.  Just then I felt another cock ram into my very painful arse.  I opened my mouth to scream with the pain in my arse.  When I felt, and smelt another cock slide between my teeth.  It smelt like shit, not that I knew what a cock smells like, even having one of my own, but I knew it shouldn’t smell of shit.

Then it dawned on me why it smelt of shit.  It must have been the cock that was just up my arse.  The guy has gone from fucking my arse to fucking my face without cleaning his cock in between.

I started to dry retch again and tried to spit it out of my mouth.  But he just rammed the full length of his cock down my throat, and left it there, until I thought I was going to pass out.  Just as my vision was going black, he pulled out just enough so I could breathe.  The message was loud and clear.  They could, and would, do anything they wanted to me, and all I could do was lay there and shut the fuck up.

I lost count of the number of cocks that had fucked and cum in my arse.  As well as the number of cocks that fucked my face and shot their loads down my throat.  At some point between swapping cocks in my mouth, I looked down and realised I was tied to a sawhorse, and I was actually outside on some construction site judging by all the stuff laying around on the ground.

At some point, I must have passed out again, as the next thing I knew I was in the back of some workman's van being driven through the streets of Carnegie.  The motion stopped, and I heard the two front doors open.  They opened the back of the van and dragged me out and dumped me, naked on the nature strip.  I felt something thrown on the ground beside me and hoped it was my clothes.

I heard someone thanking me for a great night.  They told me I was a great fuck, and that they couldn’t wait until the next time.

I heard the van drive off, and I slowly got to my feet.  I gathered my clothes as best I could.  Then holding them in my arms, I looked around.  They must have gone through my things because they dumped me right outside my block of flats.  I dumped my clothes on the block of letterboxes and tried to find my keys.  They weren't in my pockets, and as I just about despaired of ever getting back into my flat again.  I became aware of something hanging around my ankles; it was about the same time that I realised that my cock felt very heavy.  I looked down and saw that some bright spark had tied my keys to my cock on a long piece of string.

I picked up my clothes, and with my keys hitting my ankles and pulling on my cock, I made my way upstairs to my flat.  When I reach the door of my flat.  I dropped my clothes and grabbed the string that was used to tie my keys to my cock.  I pulled the keys up and unlocked the door.  I bent over to retrieve my clothes that I had dropped and felt a searing pain in my anus. It felt like I was being ripped apart.

I bit my hand to stifle the scream.  I collected my clothes and went into my flat.  I pushed the door closed behind me, forgetting as I did it that I had left the keys in the door and that they were still tied to my cock.  So I got a very rude shock when, the force with which I had used to slam the door closed, then transferred to my cock as it was violently pulled with the same force because it was connected to the door by my keys that were still tied to my cock.

I couldn't help myself.  I screamed as loud and as hard as I could.  I didn't care if I woke the whole bloody neighbourhood.  The pain in the head of my penis was so intense I thought I must have ripped it off, but I could still feel the string pulling on my cock, so I realised, gratefully that I hadn't done that.  The scream hurt my already raw throat.

I dropped my clothes and got the keys out of the door, and close it.  I turned on the light so I could see what damage, if any, I had done to my cock, and while the head was very purple and angry looking.  It didn’t look as though I had broken the skin.

I couldn’t get the knot undone, so I had to get a sharp knife to try and cut it without damaging my poor abused cock any further.  I managed to cut the string eventually.  Then feeling very dirty after the night I’d had, I decided to have a shower.  The thought that I should have reported to the Police, what essentially was a rape.  But what was I going to say to them?  That I was overpowered by an unknown number of men, who tied me up and raped me.  Who in their right mind would believe me?

I’m a big bloke, I’m 205cm tall and weigh approx. 105kg, because of all the heavy lifting I do at work I’m in pretty good shape, all muscle, with great definition.  No.  No one would ever believe I was raped, and I couldn’t even tell them where it happened, or even how many blokes there were.

Nah, in the end, I decided to just have a shower.  Tend to my poor abused cock and arse as best I could, along with the other cuts and grazes I had sustained, and try to forget about the whole sorry episode.

I ran the shower as hot as I could stand it and walked straight into it.  I knew it was the best thing for my poor abused and battered body.  What I didn't take into account was my poor abused butt, when the water trickled down my crack and ran over my anus.  It felt like someone had touched me with a red hot poker, I yelped and nearly jumped out of my skin.  I rammed the face washer into my mouth, until the pain eased, or probably more to closer to the truth until I gradually got used to the pain in my arse.

Fuck, and there are guys out there who do this kind of thing willingly, while I still couldn’t understand why they’d want to.  How they could say, they enjoy it.  Is beyond me, but after experiencing the pain, they must go through, fuck I'm never calling them pussy's again.  I can tell you.

I watched the water run red with the blood bleeding from my poor abused anus.  By the time the water ran pink, I had taken the face washer out of my mouth and had attempted to wash the rest of me. I gingerly washed my sore cock, and then just padded the face washer at my abused crack and anus.  I gingerly felt my hole and discovered that I couldn’t close it, and prayed that wasn’t going to be a permanent thing.  I turned the shower off and gingerly dried myself off.  Normally I am very proud of my soft 9” cock; it’s such a slab of meat and my low hanging balls.  But right now I fervently wished they were about a third of the size.

I finished drying myself off.  I folded a hand towel and stuffed it into my crack, just in case my arse bled anymore overnight, I put on a pair of my tighty whitey undies to hold it in place.  I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and cleaned my teeth trying to get rid of the taste of cocks and cum out of my mouth. But it didn’t help.

So I grabbed a glass of Coke, but that didn’t work.  I had a can of beer.  Vegemite on toast.  It seemed that nothing was going to get rid of the taste of cock and cum out of my mouth.  In the end, I just decided I was too tired, so I just said ‘fuck it’ and went to bed.  But I was so horny, I grabbed my cock and just went for it.  It wasn’t too long before I shot, what felt like bucket loads of cum all over my chest.  I even got some on my face.

My alarm was set to wake me up in time for me to get up and ready for work.  But I really didn’t think I was going to be going to work for a couple of days, so I set the alarm for a bit later so I could call in sick for work.

I didn’t sleep well.  Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was cocks heading straight for my mouth.  Every time I tried to roll over it felt like a jolt of electricity went racing through me from my arse, so between the nightmares and the pain in my arse.  I don’t think I slept much at all, and I woke up as horny as hell.  So I grabbed my cock again, and it wasn't too long before I shot another load.  Most of which hit my face.  I even got some in my mouth this time.

Eventually, the alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and called in sick.  I turned over and tried to get some sleep.

A couple of hours later, I got so pissed off with myself that I decided to get up and do something.  When I tried to sit on the side of the bed, I discovered my arse hurt too much, so I had to try and go from laying down to standing up without sitting in between.  In the end, I rolled out of bed and on to my knees and tried to stand from there.  Fuck; the pain in my arse was intense, but I was just glad to be on my feet.

I discovered I couldn't stand upright, so I didn't even try.  I had breakfast standing up, and took a couple of painkillers before I tried to have another shower.

I had a shower, and let the water run down my crack and soften the dried blood before I tried to pull the hand towel out.  When I finished my shower I put a face washer in my crack to act as a dressing for my poor abused arse, I put on another pair of tighty whities to hold it in place.  Which also cradled my poor abused cock against my lower abdomen.

I picked up my clothes, that I had dropped just inside the door, and checked them over.  Obviously, the guys didn't spend a lot of time stripping me last night, as all my clothes were cut to shreds.  I bundled up the rags, stuffed them in a plastic bag and left them by the door to go out in the rubbish later, and continued to hobble around the place like an old man.  Or someone who’s had a lot of cocks pounding his arse for the first time, and couldn’t stand upright because of the pain in his butt.

I was so caught up with the pain in my butt that I hadn’t even realised how sore my jaw was.  I guess it was stretched to the max trying to accommodate all those cocks, particularly as I wasn’t a willing participant in what had happened last night.

I tried to put some pants on to take the rubbish out, but I couldn’t sit down to put them on.  I couldn't even stand on one leg and lift the other one high enough to get it into my pants, so I thought just fuck it.  I slipped my feet into my thongs, and I was going to put a t-shirt on but couldn't be bothered.  I didn't care who saw me and fuck it; I wouldn't be wearing this much at the beach.  So leaving my door open I very slowly made my way down the stairs.

I was shuffling my way to the bin when I ran into the poof who lived on the floor below me.  “Hey, Rick, how are you?” he asked, as his eyes travelled down my torso and locked onto my groin.  Because I was only in my tighty whities everything was clearly on show.  Thanks to having had my keys tied just below the head of my cock by a piece of string.  I’d had to retract my foreskin and tape it so it wouldn’t roll back over the abused head of my cock.  Consequently, the red mark left by the string, really defined the head for him to drool over, and for the second time today I found myself wishing it wasn’t such a thick piece of meat.

"Ah, I had an accident at work,"  I said a little huskily, thanks to my sore throat.

“Oh, are you OK?” he asked my crotch.  I’m sure he was committing the sight of it to memory so he could beat off to it later.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’ll be fine.  Thanks for asking.”  ‘Ya, poof’ I added mentally.

I had to walk around him as I continued on my way to the bin.  I heard a low whistle from behind me, as he obviously was having a good look at my bubble butt.  I suppressed a shudder as I chucked my stuff in the bin.  I really didn't want to bend over to check my letterbox, but if I didn't do it now, I'd only have to come back down later to check it.  I was sure I heard a non-too quiet ‘fuck me’ as I bent over.

I pushed past the poof on my way back to my flat, and of course, he followed me as I made my slow way up the stairs.  I was never so glad that he lived on the floor below me, as I was today.  I couldn't have taken him following me all the way up to my level, but when I turned around on the landing between our levels.  I looked back down right at the poof who was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his mouth just gaping open.

He's fuckin' lucky my arse was so sore, or I'd have gone back down there and thumped him.  I just flashed him the finger and made my slow way up the last flight of stairs.  I was never so glad to close the door of my flat, as I was then.

I called work again and told them I wouldn't be in for a couple of days; I didn't tell them what exactly was wrong, and telling them I had just pulled a muscle did cause a shudder down my back.  I had to go and lay on my bed for the rest of the day, as I wasn’t able to sit on my battered arse.

The following day my arse felt so much better.  I’d slept better overnight. So now my jaw was letting me know that it wasn’t happy.  I did wonder if they had dislocated it.  So I went and saw my doctor, I told him that I thought I had dislocated it in the shower.  He sent me off for x-rays, but thankfully there was no damage.  He just suggested resting it, that it was probably just some soft tissue damage, he gave me a sick certificate for a couple of days.

That was a relief.  I did some shopping on my way home.  Grabbed some DVD’s to keep myself entertained, and went home to bunker down and let my poor abused body recuperate.

&&&&&&&&&

Two days later Rodger called to see how I was, and to see if I wanted to go to the pub again.  As I'd put the ‘incident' behind me, and I did enjoy his company, I readily agreed.

Just like last time, we had a great meal, a few drinks.  We went and played the Pokies for a bit.  I thanked him for a great night and set off for home.  In all fairness, Rodger did offer to give me a lift home, even though I didn't tell him about the ‘incident'.  I refused again, as it was quicker to walk it.  So we parted company, and I set off home making my way through the construction sites.

I was trying to decide why I refused the lift.  Did I hope I’d run into those guys again?  Was it the thrill?  Why am I trying to justify walking home to myself?  I always walk home.  I tried to put the men out of my mind, but they kept coming back.  Did I want to have sex with them again?

But I’m straight, aren’t I?  I couldn’t imagine having sex with the ‘poof’ downstairs.  Am I out of my mind?

I was only a couple of blocks from home.  When I heard a noise behind me, just as I felt someone grab my arm again.  I heard someone say "welcome back bitch", and I felt my cock stiffen and start to leak.  They reached down and felt my crotch, "well lookie here.  It looks like our little bitch liked it last time."

I was too embarrassed to say anything; I was just glad it was too dark for them to see me blush.

This time I knew what was going on, but I don’t know exactly how willing a participant I was.  The guys sensing I was unsure, stripped me naked and tied me securely to a sawhorse, and I was taken at both ends again.  When they had cum in my arse, they came around and made me clean their cocks off for them and then they would fuck my face.

At one point I decided I didn't want to be here, so I tried to spit the cock out of my mouth and started to squirm trying to dislodge the cock from my arse.  The guy who was fucking my face, stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth, but only long enough for him to slap my face so hard I actually heard my teeth rattle.  Then he rammed his cock back into my mouth, and down my throat.

I was starting to have second thoughts.  I’m not gay.  Am I?  No, I’m straight.  But I came looking for these guys.  But did I?  These two thoughts were waring in my head.  I was so confused that I actually started to cry.  Until the guy drilling my arse, pulled out and slapped my arse so hard that it actually knocked me and the sawhorse over, and in the process ripping the cock out of my mouth.  Causing the guy whose cock it was to remonstrate with the other guy.

“What the fuck did you do that for?  I was just about to cum.”

“Hey.  It was his fault,” the second guy said pointing at me.  “Bloody bitch, make him shut it.  I’m tired of his snivelling.”

The first guy picked me up bodily from the ground and set me down on the legs of the sawhorse.  He grabbed my head and wrenched it up as far as it could go.  He spat in my face.  Slapped me again and told me to ‘shut the fuck up'.  Both men then rammed their cocks back into me and continued to pound away.

Just like last time, everyone who was there took turns at my arse, and then went around to the front and cleaned the shit and arse juices off their cocks in my mouth.  While taking the time to shoot another load of hot ropey cum down my throat.

When all the guys had sated themselves, they undid my bonds, and when I tried to stand, I must have passed out.  I came to in the back of the van, again. 

Again they thanked me for a great night as they dumped me unceremoniously on the nature strip outside my block of flats.  Dropping my clothes beside me, and then they took off into the night.  Just like last time they’d tied my keys to my cock, just below the head.  I didn’t bother trying to untie them.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to undo it.

So with my keys jangling at my ankles, and with my clothes in my arms.  I climbed the stairs up to my flat.  I pulled my keys up and let myself into my flat, remembering to take the keys out of the door before I kicked it closed.  Dumping my clothes just inside the front door.  I walked into the kitchen, with my keys still banging around my ankles, I got my sharp knife, and ever so carefully cut the string from around my cock.

I made my way into the shower and again had the temperature as hot as I could stand it.  At least this time my anus wasn't bleeding.  It was still very sore to touch, and I couldn't close it completely, again.  Which was understandable, I suppose, considering all the traffic it saw, again tonight.

I gargled and rinsed my mouth out, I kind of figured that I couldn't get rid of the taste of cock and cum in my mouth.  So I tried not to stress about it as much tonight and went to bed.

I woke up when my alarm went off, and apart from a bit of a sore throat and butt, I felt Ok.  So I got up, got myself showered and dressed, and went to work.  I was distracted all day though.  I was still trying to decide how much I enjoyed or didn't enjoy what had happened.  My workmates started to notice, and I had to tell them I thought I had an ear infection or something.

I got home but was feeling claustrophobic and shut in.  So I decided to go to the pub for a drink.  I only had one.  I felt too uncomfortable; it felt like everyone was staring at me as if everyone knew what had happened last night.  So I called a cab and went home.

Friday morning the alarm woke me, and I dragged myself through my morning routine.  Got to work and the boss called me into the office and told me he had some deliveries that he needed me to make.  Which was fine by me.  I spent the day on the road and got back to the factory just after quitting time.  I locked the truck in the factory.   Put the keys in the boss’ office, and went home.

I stopped off at the pub just for one drink but ran into Rodger.  We ended up having a meal and played the Pokies.  He offered me a lift home, but as it was a hot night, again.  I turned him down in favour of the walk.

I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn’t scared.  That I could look after myself.  Fuck, I’ve never had a problem in the past, and I wasn’t going to let a pack of poofs beat me.  I was also trying to make up my mind if I actually liked what had happened to me or not, and if I did what did that make me?

I set off for home.  As I was walking through the second construction site, something fell.  I nearly jumped out of my skin.  It was then I decided that I would go the long way home and walk down the centre of the road.

I started to relax a bit; I didn't realise how tense I was.  I laughed at myself and told myself I was just being an idiot.  I had just started whistling to myself, when I felt someone grab my arm, “I don’t like having to fetch you like this, ‘Bitch.’”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I heard myself say.  Instantly I asked myself, ‘what the fuck?’ as I trailed along behind him.

Again I was tied securely to the sawhorse.  Of course, I was naked, and I really wasn't too surprised that my arse was being stuffed by a big fat cock.  While someone was raping my mouth for all, he was worth.

This time I was kind of used to it.  Oh, it still hurt but I was liking the pain.  They must have noticed because the guy who was fucking my arse said, “Lookee here.  The bitch must be liking having my cock in his boy pussy.  That's right boy.  You push yourself back on ya daddy's' cock, and you can ride it all night if ya wanta."  With that, he slapped my arse hard, and I moaned around the cock down my throat.

This time I thought I had counted about eight cocks that had fucked my arse. After they had pumped my arse full of their hot cum.  They all came around and rammed their cocks into my mouth to clean off any shit or arse juices they may have been covered in.  Then kept fucking my face until they had come for a second time, filling my guts with their second load.

This time I didn’t pass out before they had finished.  They undid my bonds and told me to stand up.  One of the men came and crouched in front of me and proceeded to tie the string to my cock.  "Oh, don't tie my keys to my cock…"  But before I could finish, he stood up, and gut punched me so hard that it doubled me over.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright. “You gotta problem, bitch?”

“I just can’t…”

Again he gut-punched me, and it doubled me over.  This time I thought I was going to puke up all the cum they had filled me with.  "What's your problem, bitch?”

“Um, nothing, Sir.  I don’t have a problem, Sir.”  I said meekly.

With that, he crouched back down in front of me and continued to tie my keys to my cock.  “Hey, add this to his keys, if the pussy wants to complain about something, at least it will give him something to complain about.”

The guy who had tied the keys to my cock took whatever it was and obviously tied it to the string as well.  He stood up and looked me in the eye, "This is because you complained.  So whose fault is it?"

“Um, mine?  Sir?”

“Damn straight,” he said as he let go of whatever he was holding and I felt the full weight pull on my cock.  Fuck!  It felt like it was going to rip my cock right off my body.  I yelled with the pain.  

Which got my face slapped. 

Which caused me to pull back. 

Which made whatever it was tied to my cock to flail around wildly, pulling on my cock.

I looked down, and they had actually tied half a brick to my cock, and it was banging around, and cutting into my ankles.

Then someone slapped my arse and told me to move.  I yelped and jumped with surprise and pain, which in turn caused the half a brick hanging off my cock to flail around wildly again.  I reached down to grab the string, for which I got another slap on my arse, and I was told to put my hands on my head.

And again I was told to walk.  There were a couple of guys walking in front of me, so I assumed I had to follow them.  The ground was uneven and strewn with bits of broken bricks, tiles, wood, along with all the other shit the workmen just drop on the ground.

So it wasn't easy to walk barefoot across the ground, and every time I stood on something it caused me to jerk.  Which in turn caused the brick to jump around wildly and pull on my cock.  To the obvious amusement of the guys following me.

We got to the road, and I saw the guys I was following standing by a van with the back doors open.  Assuming I was supposed to get myself into the van, I took my hands off my head.  Which earnt me another slap on the arse.

“You weren’t told to take your hands off your head, where you?"

“No, Sir.”

“Then keep them on top of your head, and get into the fuckin’ van.  Before I decide you can walk all the way home from here, like that.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, as I tried to lift my leg up high enough to get into the back of the van.

Much to the amusement of all the guys watching.

So, I then turned around and sat on the edge of the floor of the van and slid myself backwards into the van.  It was in doing this that I discovered that the floor of the van was covered in loose shit and the floor wasn’t perfectly smooth.  So I ended up nicking bits of skin off my butt, as well as having some things embed themselves into my butt cheeks as well.

The other problem I hadn’t thought of was trying to get the half a brick into the van, particularly as it was caught under the towbar that was just under the edge of the floor of the van.  At this point, it all became too much for me, and for the second time since becoming a teenager, I started to cry.

With that one of the guys reached into the van and pile drove his fist into my face.  “Shut the fuck up.  Ya baby.  If you don't stop crying, I'm gunna take you to Chaddie, and you can walk home from there.  Understand?"

So now with blood flowing freely from my nose.  I nodded my understanding and tried to pull the half brick into the van, but I still couldn’t budge it.  So I scooted my arse back to the edge of the van, getting more cuts and bits and pieces embedded into my butt cheeks.

This time I tried to stand up in the back of the van and pull the half brick up that way, but it wasn’t working either.  By now all the guys who were watching me were laughing loudly.  So I stood, with one foot balanced on the tow ball, and then swung my hips, trying to ignore the pain in my cock, until I could flip the half a brick up onto the floor of the van.

All the guys cheered, as someone pushed me into the van.  I fell down onto the floor of the van and just laid there as someone slammed the door closed.  I heard the guys get into the van and they drove me home.

When we got to my place, they opened the back door and told me to get out.  I scooted across the floor of the van, with my hands still on my head, and stood up on the road.  It was then that I realised my big mistake, as I looked back at my keys and the half brick sitting on the floor of the van.  Taunting me.  I was trying to work out how I could get them out without causing too much pain to my cock.

When one of the guys said, "Oh, for fuck's sake."  He reached in and scooped them out of the van, and the situation I wanted desperately to avoid ended up happening anyway.  As my keys and the half brick fell out of the van and dropped, pulling on my poor abused cock.

I couldn’t help myself.  I screamed.  Which got my arse slapped again.

They gave me the bundle of my clothes and told to go inside.  They warned me not to pick up the half a brick until I got to the door of my flat, as they'd be watching.  With that, they slapped my arse again and sent me on my way.

I made my slow way up to the landing between the ground floor and the first floor, and I could see the two guys leaning against their van, smoking while they watched my slow progress up the stairs.

When I got to the door of my flat, I heard the doors of the van open and close. 

The van started up and left.  It was only then that I picked up the half brick.  Unlocked the door and stumbled into my flat.

First thing I did was to get the knife and cut the string off my cock.  The head of my cock was a deep purple, and when I cut the string, the pain in my cock made me see stars.  Even walking caused pain in my cock.  In the past, I loved hearing and feeling my cock slapping around between my legs.  But right now any bump to my cock caused waves of pain to come shooting up from my cock.

I grabbed hold of it gently and walked around my flat with my cock in my hand.  I had a shower and cleaned myself up, taking care of my cock, which was very hard in the shower.  While I was in the shower, I checked my nose but didn't think it was broken.  I knew I’d have two black eyes in the morning.

When I’d finished I had to sit on the loo, as I could feel something leaking out of my arse, which I could only assume was cum, and felt it running down my leg.

I had a shit and wasn't surprised that it was mostly liquid.  I cleaned myself up, and still carrying my cock in my hand.  I went into my bedroom and got out a pair of tighty whities, and gently worked them over my poor abused cock.  With my cock held firmly against my lower abdomen, it didn’t hurt quite so much, but the pressure of my undies over my arse just reminded me just how sore it was.

Picked up my clothes off the floor by the front door, and decided to go to bed, taking a couple of painkillers on the way.

In the morning, I just ached all over.  My face ached.  My cock ached.  My butt ached.  I had to roll out of bed again, as my arse was so sore I couldn’t sit on the side of the bed again.  I stood up and looked at my bloodied sheets; my arse must have bled a lot overnight.  I was having problems breathing through my nose, so I knew it was swollen.  I just hoped it wasn’t broken.

I went into the bathroom and took one look at my face and laughed.  I had two very black eyes, and I could see my nose was swollen.  I pulled the front of my undies out and looked at my poor abused cock, and I could see the head was swollen.  I didn't even think that could happen; it was so swollen the foreskin couldn't roll back over it.  It just looked very red, and very angry. It also hurt like hell.  I gently let my undies close back over my cock, and secured it back place against my lower abdomen.

I was just trying to decide what I could do about my poor arse when someone started to bang on my door.  I flew out into the lounge/dining are just in time to see that someone was banging with such force that I could see the door vibrating.  I raced over to the door as fast as I could and undid the lock, and the door flew in with such force I managed to just jump back out of the way in time. 

Standing in the doorway was one of my tormentors from last night.  He reached down and grabbed the front of my undies and yanked them down to my ankles.  Hitting my cock, and ripping the scabs off my arse in the process.  “How’s my little ‘bitch’ this morning?”  He boomed.

I just stood there with a surprised expression on my face.  Before I could process what was actually happening he gut-punched me, which reminded me how tender my gut really was.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me upright.  Now I was standing there naked with the door wide open.  The guy was still holding on to my hair and shaking me.  Which caused my cock to flop around and bang against my legs, causing me yet more pain.

“I asked you a question.  Bitch!”

“Um.  Sorry, Sir?”

“That’s better.  I can see we are going to have to spend a lot of time training you for your new station in life, now aren’t we.  Now get out of my way!”

With that, he pushed me back into the flat leaving the door wide open.  He let go of my hair and told me to bend over and grab my ankles.  Taking something out of his pocket proceeded to pick all the shit out of my butt cheeks.  He used my undies to mop up all the blood.  Having cleaned up all the blood, he told me to stand up, facing the open door, with my hands on my head.

He left me standing there while he explored my flat.  He returned shortly with my can of shaving crème and razer and proceeded to shave me from my face all the way down to my ankles.  I even had to turn around and bend over with my hole on display to anyone who might have walked past my door, while he shaved my crack.  Now I was as smooth as a baby.

Thanks to the clippers he brought with him, I had a buzz cut as well.

“From now on,” he said, “this is how I want to find you anytime me or any of the boys come to pay you a visit.  You are not allowed to wear anything while you are in here.  Also from the minute, you get up, to the minute you go to bed your door has to be wide open.  You are not allowed to close any door in your flat.  Is that understood?"

“What.  Not even the toilet door?”

He gut punched me again, then grabbed my chin and pulled me upright.  “What do you call me, bitch?”

“Um.  Sir?” I said with my eyes beginning to water.

“That’s right, and don’t you forget it.  From now on you will call any male you meet, ‘Sir’!  Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir!”  I said as my eyes started to really tear up.

“Oh.  Is the baby going to cry?”

“No, Sir,” I replied as I tried to blink the tears back.

“That’s better,” he said as he turned his attention back to the furniture in my flat.  He moved all my lounge furniture, so it faced the open door.  He even moved my dining room table out from behind the lounge furniture.

When he was happy with the new layout of my flat.  He told me to turn around, so my back was facing the open door.  He then told me to bend over and grab my ankles, then in full view of the door he put some lube on his finger and rammed it into my poor abused hole.  I heard him fumbling with something behind me; then there was silence.

I felt something pressing against my anus; then in one thrust, whatever it was, was plunged into my aching hole.

He told me to stand up and turn around.  When I had complied, he told me that the butt plug had to remain in situ, and only come out when I was going to shit or have a shower.  The only other time it was allowed to come out is when he or his mates wanted to make use of my hole.

He then demanded the key to my flat and $100.00.  I told him I only had $50.00 on me, so he took that and told me I would have to repay the difference.  As he was walking out the door, he told me to stay exactly as I was until he got back.

He left, and I remained on the spot with my hands on my head, and the door, of course, is wide open.  I could see the people walking past on the footpath, on both sides of the street.  A lot of people actually looked up at my block of flats, and I worried if any of them had coped an eye full of my naked form, framed as it was by the open doorway.

I could also hear people moving around inside their flats I could hear them opening and closing their doors and moving around the complex, and I hoped none of them needed to walk past my door.

I did have a bit of a scare when the guy in the flat next to mine, exited his flat.  Slammed his door and ran past my open door without looking in, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I could see some of the local kids playing cricket on the road, and prayed they couldn’t see me up here either.

Eventually, I could hear someone walking along the landing outside of my flat; I saw his shadow pass my window.  I started to sweat.  Praying he would just keep walking and not look in my open door, but I was out of luck.

He stopped and looked in my door, “Well lookee here,” he said as he invited himself in.  He whistled appreciatively as he ran his hand down my denuded chest.  He cupped my balls and weighed them in his hand, causing yet more pain to radiate up from my poor abused cock.

He told me to turn around and bend over.  He must have thought I was too slow, so he backhanded me across my face, which made my head ring.

I spun on the spot and bent over.  He tugged at whatever was in my arse, but it remained in situ.  So he grabbed it and pulled it harder, pulling me over backwards in the process.  I landed on my abused arse and yelped.

He told me to stand up.  Then he had another go, but this time he braced one hand against one of my butt cheeks and then gave it a good hard tug.  This time he removed whatever it was from my butt.

He told me to turn around, and he showed me the large butt plug that he’d just removed.  He held it up to my mouth.  He slapped my face and told me to stick my tongue out and lick it clean.

I knew I couldn’t refuse, so somewhat reluctantly, I stuck my tongue out and licked the bits of shit and arse juices off it.  When I’d finished licking it clean, he bent me over facing the door this time.

I heard him undo his fly and get his cock out. Then without so much as a please, or may I, or even just plain telling me what he was going to do, he rammed his cock into my arse and banged away at my arse.  When he had finished, he scooped up the butt plug and rammed it back into my arse.  He then told me to turn around and clean his cock for him.

So I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth.  He pushed his cock into my mouth, and I licked it clean.  He grabbed the back of my head and started to guide me up and down his cock.  I felt his cock start to thicken and beginning to snake down the back of my throat.  I felt him stiffen just before I felt his cum shoot down my throat.  When he had finished, he told me to clean his cock and to suck the last of the cum out.

So I set to and cleaned his cock and then made sure I had sucked all the cum out of his cock.

He stuffed his cock back into his pants and did up his fly.  I was told to stand up and face the open door again with my hands on my head.  Just as my first visitor walked through the open door.

“Gidday, Tomas.  So I see you found the place Ok.”

“Yeah, no probs, Ted.  I’ve already used the ‘dump’.  Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Tomas.  In fact here’s your key to ‘it’s door.  So we can make use of ‘it’ anytime we want to.  I’ve already rearranged the furniture, so it’s all set up just right.”

“Oh, I thought ‘its’ door was going to be open all day?”

“Oh, it is, don’t you worry your head about that!  Nah, the key is if we want to use ‘it’ at night.”

Ted could see the understanding dawning on Tomas.  “Yeah, the ‘dump’ is going to be available anytime we want ‘it’, and the rest of the time ‘it’s going to be waiting for us.”

They high fived each other.  “Yep, we’re gunna love this arrangement.” Said Tomas.  “So, how was it?”

“’It’ was Ok.  But ‘it’s arse is a bit bloody.”

“Oh, yes,” said Ted, “I got ‘it’ this.”  As he fished something out of the shopping bag, he was carrying.

As they were both standing behind me, I couldn't see what Ted had bought, but I heard Tomas laugh.  "Can I do the honours?"

“Oh.  Be my guest!”

I heard a bottle being cracked open.  Then there was an odour that I knew but couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was.      

Then something was wiped on my arse, and it stung like hell, I couldn't help myself, I screamed at the top of my lungs.  Which earnt me another very hard slap on the arse.

"I'd be a little bit quieter if you don't want anyone coming to investigate," Ted said.

With that, they proceeded to wipe my arse all over with the antiseptic liquid.  When they had finished my butt cheeks, I was told to turn around, so my back was to the open door.  They told me to bend over and hold my ankles so that they could put some antiseptic liquid in my crack.  I knew, by now, it was pointless to tell them that I didn't need any in my crack as I hadn't got anything in there last night.  So I just waited, bent over, holding my ankles, with my butt and butt plug on full display to the world.

I’m not sure how long they had me standing there like that, but the blood was slowly rushing to my head, so much so that I could feel my face start to pulsate.

Eventually, they went behind me, and after pulling out my butt plug and giving it to me to lick clean, again, they poured a liberal amount of antiseptic over my crack and rubbed it in.  If I thought it hurt being rubbed into the broken skin of my butt cheeks, that was nothing compared to the pain of it being poured down my crack.

They decided to leave me there like that to air dry, but because they were worried that my butt plug would dry out I had to keep licking it to keep it moist.  Meanwhile, they helped themselves to coffee and biscuits, all the while my hole was on full view of anyone who cared to look in my flat door.

When they had finished their drinks, they left the cleaning up for me; naturally.  They reinserted my butt plug, and Ted told me we were going to the ATM to get his money that I owed him.

“But I can’t go out like this!”  I protested.  For which I got another gut punch, and while I was doubled over Tomas said, “It’s ‘but I can’t go out like this. Sir’ is that understand?

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, “I understand, Sir.  Sorry, Sir”

“That’s better,” said Tomas.

Ted told me that of course, I wasn't going to go outside naked, he didn’t want to offend anybody, not with the sight of my little boy grub.  He told me I could wear my tighty whities and my thongs.

I was about to protest but thought better of it.  I went into my room and put on a clean pair.  Grabbed my wallet, put my thongs on my feet and headed for the door.  As I walked towards the two men, I could see Tomas had a smirk on his face.  Before I could ask what was going on, he leant forward, and I felt something sharp dragged down my inner thigh.

When I looked down I saw that he had cut my undies, so now there was a slit just a fraction past the head of my cock.  I looked back up at the two men, and Tomas said ‘whoops'.  I was turning around to change when Ted asked me what I was doing.  So I started to explain, what must have been obvious, as he had been standing there and saw the whole thing.

Ted said he couldn’t see a problem.  I was still covered.  There was nothing anyone could see.  So he told me to get into the van.

Sensing I really had no option, I exited my flat and went downstairs and waited for the guys to tell me where the van was.  They told me it was around the corner, and they wanted me to walk in front of them, with my hands on my head.

I must have looked a sight, with two black eyes, a swollen nose, and my gut must have been red from the gut punches.  Plus I was only wearing my tighty whities with a strategic cut in them, and thongs, walking with my hands on my head.  I really didn't think this could get any worse when I suddenly started to feel a tingling in my cock.  And I suddenly discovered how this could get worse.

Luckily we reached the van without me getting too erect.

Ted told me that ‘boys’ ride in the back of the van, so I went to open the side sliding door.  Which got my arse slapped.  I jumped.  Ted told me that he didn’t give me permission to use the side door, that I could only enter and exit the van through the back door.

So we went around the back, and Tomas lifted the back door up.  When I looked in all I could see was a mess of straps hanging from the roof of the van, as well as a lot of straps all over the floor of the van.

I went to get in, which earned me a harder slap on the arse.  “Who did you ask for permission from, hmm?  And who gave you permission to get in hmm?” asked Ted.

“Um, I’m sorry, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Can I get in the van, please, Sir?”  I asked.

"Not dressed like that, you can't," he replied, "lose the undies."

I was just about to protest, what with being on a public street and all, when I realised I was on a real losing streak here.  So I quickly shucked out of my undies and asked for permission to get in the van.

Ted gave it some thought and then gave me permission.

I jumped in the back and sat on the floor.

“Who told you, you could sit down?” he asked.

“’Scuse me, Sir?” I queried.

“Stand up!”

“Um, but I can’t stand upright in here, Sir, I’m too tall.”

“Not if you bend at the waist.” He replied.

So knowing that it was useless to argue with them, and as I desperately wanted the door to be closed.  I stood up, bending over at the waist, facing the front of the van.  Knowing that my naked arse, butt plug, low hanging balls, and some of my cock were on full view of any passers-by.

Both men entered the van and secured the straps hanging from the roof under my hips, belly and just under my armpits.  I was then told to spread my legs, and both ankles were secured to the sides of the van.  They put mitts on my hands, and they were secured to the floor of the van as well.  They then put a hood over my head, and it was secured to the roof of the van by another strap at the back of my head.

Still, with the van door open, and with my naked plugged hole, nuts, and cock on display, both men methodically checked all the straps to make sure I was nice and secure.  Only when they were satisfied, did they exit the back of the van and finally close the door.

They jumped in the front and, we were on our way.  While in transit, it suddenly occurred to me that I could be seen through the big back window, and that thought caused my traitorous cock to rise to the occasion, didn’t it!

So when we stopped, and they opened the back door, my erection was clearly visible.  Both men laughed at my predicament, and working slowly and methodically they undid all the straps and released me from my bondage.  They told me to get out of the van, facing away from the van with my hands on my head.

Before they could get out of the van and let me cover up, someone called out, “Hey fuckwit, put your little boy cock away.  No one wants to see that out in public.”  I turned bright red.

It was at that moment that my tormentors chose to appear and hand me my undies.  I made a grab for them, which was a mistake, as Tomas had a tight hold of them and didn't let go when I had grabbed them.  Consequently, I heard the fabric tear.

"Um, please, Sir.  Please, may I have my undies now, Sir," I begged?

Without saying anything, he let them drop to the ground.  I bent over and scooped them up and pulled them on, in the process, I squeezed the head of my cock hoping it would deflate.  When I had pulled my undies up and adjusted myself, I realised that the slit had been made a lot bigger, but it still covered my cock.  Thankfully.

The guys had also parked in the back carpark, so I had to be thankful for that.  They could have parked along the main drag, but I still had to walk down the crowded street, clad only in my, strategically ripped, tighty whities.  Thankfully no one was taking too much notice, but due to my embarrassment, my cock was starting to stir again.

We got to the ATM, and I got Ted his money, plus interest and a little extra for putting him out like that.  I also got myself some money as well, due to the fact that Ted had taken all my money earlier.

As I was stuffing the money into my wallet, Ted ‘bumped' into me, and I stumbled backwards and knocked into a ladies shopping trolley.  I turned around to apologise, and she started to tell me off for being careless.  When her eyes drifted south, and she looked back up and told me I was a disgusting pervert, and that I should be ashamed of myself walking around the streets like that.

Her tirade was starting to draw a crowd.  I looked downwards in my shame and noticed that my cock had decided to rise to the occasion and the head was now just poking out of the slit in my undies.

I dropped my hands to cover myself, went beet red again, and bolted back to the van.  Followed by my two tormentors who thought it was a great joke.

I was standing at the back of the van when Tomas held out his hand.  Knowing what he wanted, I took off my undies and stood there with my hands on my head, and waited until Ted had tried every key, not only on his key ring but on Tomas' as well.  Until he found the right key on his key ring, anyway, which he’d checked again for a second time.  He worked it into the door and worked at it until he eventually got the door unlocked and opened.

Meanwhile, my cock had sprung to full attention, and I was now standing in the car park in full view of anyone who wanted to look, naked, with my hands on my head, complete with a raging hard-on, that was now slowly leaking precum.

Ted then gave me permission to get in the van, and they went through the routine of making sure I was securely strapped in, but this time they worked a sheath over my engorged cock and secured that to the floor as well.  Safety first, everything must be secured in the back of the van, the guys reminded me as they both slapped my arse on their way out.

Finally, we were on the way home when they pulled the van over to the side of the road.  I didn't know what was going on until I heard Ted greet a Police Officer.  “Afternoon, Officer.  Anything wrong?”

“No.  No, it’s just a random breath test.  Have you had anything to drink today?”

“No.  Officer, I haven’t.”

“Can you just count to ten, into here for me please?”

“Certainly, one, two, three, four, five, six…”  I heard the machine beep.

"That's fine," the officer said, "now can I just check your license please?"

“Certainly, Officer.  I have it right here.”

I heard him get his license out and just realised, that if the copper looked too far into the van, he would be able to see me.  So I tried to call out for help, but because of the hood, I couldn't make a lot of noise.

The Officer gave him back his license, telling him that everything was Ok, and had just wished him a good day, when, as an afterthought, he asked Ted if his load was secured.  Ted told him it was but that the cop could check it if he wanted to.

So Ted got out of the van and opened the back door.

“What the fuck….” Said the cop.  I could hear him undo the clip on his gun, as he asked for an explanation.

Ted calmly told him that ‘it’ was their ‘cum dump’ and that they were just taking ‘it’ to get some groceries, and the money ‘it’ owed him.

The cop asked him again what I was, and Ted explained, patiently, that I was their ‘cum dump'.  Ted then asked the cop if he would like to try ‘it’ out. 

With that, both Ted and Tomas jumped into the van and slackened the straps that were holding me up, and tightened the straps that were holding me down.  Effectively dropping me closer to the floor, leaving enough room for someone to lay on top of me if they wanted to.

The cop wanted to know if that was all there was to it?  “Oh’ no sir,” I heard Ted say.  

With that, he yanked the butt plug out of my arse, and the cop, taking one look and smell of it, said, "Man, that's rank.  What are you going to do with that?"

"Don't you worry about that, sir," he said, "come and see."  With that, he led the cop around to the side door and opening it removed my hood and held the butt plug up to my face.

Knowing what was expected, I licked it clean.  “Fuck, me,” the copper said.

"Oh, yes, sir," said Tomas, "our ‘cum dump' offers a full service.  You get to fill his arse, and then come around the front, and he will lick and suck you all nice and clean.  Would you like to try ‘it’ for yourself, sir?”

“What about my offsider?”

“No problems, sir.  This ‘cum dump’ of ours, sir, appears to be almost bottomless.  I know he can service us and eighteen of our mates, two or three times a week.  Not only that, sir, but he's also given us all keys, and told us to come around anytime we wanted to, sir, and bring all the friends we like.  So you see, sir, it's no problem."

With that, the cop went back to his car.  Shortly after I heard a car door open and two people approach from behind the van.

“Do you leave the door open like that, um, while we make use the ‘facilities’?”

"Oh, no sir," I heard Ted say, "when one of you are ready.  Just jump up in there, and we close the door behind you.  Now, who wants to go first?”

I felt someone hop up into the van, and I heard the door being closed.  I heard someone fumbling with their fly and underpants.  Then felt a cock being thrust deep into my hole.  Then we were off, with a cop riding my arse for all he was worth.  I felt his cock jerk in my arse, and he collapsed on top of me.  He stayed there for a minute or two and caught his breath.

He asked for something to clean himself up with.  I could hear Ted telling the cop not to worry.  That all he had to do was work his way around to the front, and that I would clean him up.

I could hear, and feel, the cop make his way up inside the van beside me, and then he presented his cock to me.  Again knowing what I was supposed to do, I sucked his cock into my mouth and cleaned it thoroughly.  In the process, he became aroused again, and he grabbed me by my ears and started to face fuck me for all he was worth. 

When he shot his load down my throat.  I dutifully cleaned his cock again, and as he withdrew his cock from my mouth, I sucked the last bit of cum out of his cock.

He made himself as presentable as he could in the confined space, and then jumped out the side door to make his final adjustments.

As the side door closed the back door opened and I felt someone else get into the van.  This guy had a monster cock, so much so that I thought I wouldn’t be able to even get the head of his cock into my arse.  Let alone the rest of it.  But he just kept pushing until I felt my ring forced open to accommodate its mammoth size.

When he had finally worked his mammoth tool into my arse, he started pounding away for all he was worth.  I felt his cock jerking in my arse, and a very sloppy plopping noise as he pulled it out.  He worked his way to the front of the van.

It was then that I saw his monster cock with my own eyes.  I knew it was the biggest cock I had ever seen, and I doubted I could even get my mouth around the head of it.  Let alone trying to accommodate all of it in my throat.

But, I started to lick the head clean, but he held my swollen nose closed, and when I opened my mouth to draw breath, he rammed his cock so hard down my throat.  That before I realised it, my nose was buried in his pubic bush.  With no other option, I tried to clean his cock as best I could, but he was determined to shoot another load down my throat as well.

With that he grabbed hold of the straps and pile drove his cock in and out of my mouth, rubbing my poor throat raw.  When he had finished, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and exited the van.

Someone opened the back door and stuffed the butt plug back into place.  Just as I heard the second cop remark that mine was the only arse he had ever been able to fuck before.  All his girlfriends complained that it was too big.  Ted told him it was no problem for their ‘cum dump’, and hearing them give my address they told the cops to drop around anytime.  That I’d be only too happy to accommodate them, or their mates.

With that, I heard the car doors close and felt Tomas and Ted get into the van.  They adjusted all the straps back to their original position again, and we headed home.

Naturally, they parked a couple of blocks from my flat, and again made me wait standing naked behind the van with my hands on my head.  Until they were ready to give me my undies so I could put them on for the walk back to my flat.

We made it back to the flat without further incident.  Again the door was left wide open, and I had to stand facing the door with my hands on my head, and my feet spread apart, stark naked.  So that anyone who wanted to look into my flat would cop an eyeful.

The guys made themselves some lunch and then sat down to watch some TV.  At some point during the afternoon, Ted decided he needed to make use of me.  So while he was sitting on the couch, in full view of the open door, I had to get this cock out of his pants.  Using nothing put my teeth.  I then had to suck him until he was hard.

I then removed my butt plug, and while I bounced up and down on his cock, I had to lick the butt plug clean.  When I felt him fill my arse with his cum.  I got off his cock, without letting any of the cum out of my arse.  I reinserted the butt plug and then proceeded to lick his cock clean for him.  In the process, he got hard again, so I sucked him until he shot ropes of hot cum down my throat.

I cleaned him up and sucked the last remaining cum out of his cock.  I then put his cock back into his pants and went back and assumed the position.

When the guys had finished watching TV, they told me they were leaving. Ted reminded me that I had to be naked at all times, whilst in my flat, and leave the door to my flat open at all times until I went to bed.  He warned me as they walked out the door that they would be checking, and I would be punished if I was found not to have followed orders.

With that, I set to cleaning my flat.  Naked.  With my butt plug in situ.  The door wide open.  Wondering how I ever got into this mess.

Let me know what you think

Bastian