streetmonkey

I struggled against the restraints as the black guy walked past me. I was powerless and all I could think of was his cock. It was about 8 inches but about 7 inches thick with a huge head. And it was dripping pre cum. I began to moan and looked at my Master. Imploringly. He looked up. “Hey” he said to the dealer. He grabbed a rubber from the bag at his feet and tossed it over my shoulder to him. “You can breed him next time,” he laughed. I heard the packet ripped open then felt the guy’s hands on my arse. I felt his warm breath on my hole as he quickly licked it. Then I felt his hands grip my waist and the head of his cock push against my tight hole. I heard him gob and felt his spit land on my hole and the head of his cock. Peter stood up and walked up to me. Poppers in hand. “You want some of this?” he asked. He opened the bottle and took a deep drag himself. And sighed. He went to give me a hit and then stopped. “No.” I screamed into the ball gag. His hand came up swiftly and smacked me across the head. “No fucker. Don’t scream at me.” He grabbed my hips and looked over his shoulder. “Do the cunt.” I heard the guy behind me grunt and then I felt him ram his cock deep into my hole. I screamed again and even though I was being held in place by the restraints my legs gave way. Peter was looking straight into my face. Sweat was streaming down my back as the black guy fucked me mercilessly. It felt like he was ripping my arse to shreds as he pounded in and out. In and out. In and out. Not even the chems Peter had given me helping. Peter grabbed me by the chin and looked into my eyes. “Waiting for the chems to kick in?” I nodded. Weeping at the pain of the other guy’s thick cock as it burrowed deep into my arse. Peter laughed. “You stupid cunt. That wasn’t chems. It was just sugar and water.” He lean right in and licked my left cheek and up to my ear. “Can you feel him?” he whispered. “Can you feel his thick cock plundering your hole?” I moaned. The guy behind me was panting, his stokes becoming more and more frenzied. “He’s close. I’ve seen this before. Any moment he’s gonna shoot his cum into your arse. But not raw. No. Only I am gonna do you raw.” I closed my eyes. Wanting it to stop but not wanting it to stop at the same time. The black man yelled as he came in my arse. His cock was so think I felt it pulsate as he came. He gave his cock one final shove up my arse making me scream again. Then he pulled out and smacked my arse really hard. My legs gave way again. I heard him walk past me. He had the condom in his hand. It was full of cum. He handed it to Peter who knelt and licked the guy’s cock clean. I watched as Peter licked up and down the shaft, gorging on the cum still left there. The guy pushed his cock back into his jeans zipped up. Without another word he walked out and I heard the door slam. Peter stood up and wiped his mouth. He lifted the used condom to the light. It was completely full. He walked over to the table and pulled a syringe out of the bag. Expertly he siphoned the cum into the tube and turned to me. No. I struggled again. “Hungry cunt boi?” He walked up to me. I kept struggling, twisting my head away as he raised the syringe. Before I could flex he punched me really hard in the stomach and then he grabbed my hair. I moaned. Sweat in my eyes. Or they could have been tears. I really didn’t know any more. “Don’t,” he whispered. “I know you want this. I watched you that night. On your knees. Sucking cock and guzzling the cum of any bastard who wanted you. So don’t become a prissy fuck with me now.” He pushed the syringe into the end of the ball gaga and squeezed. As I felt salty cum flood my mouth Peter squeezed my nose shut forcing me to swallow. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of cum. Half of me savoured the salty taste. I have always loved cum. I ate my own. And loved when a guy shot in my mouth. The other half of me wanted this all to stop. But I knew I was powerless. Peter returned and using a tube force fed fresh water. I greedily swallowed it. The cold fresh water swilling the taste of cum out of my mouth. He walked me and I suddenly felt his tongue tracing over my hole. I moaned as I felt him push in past my sphincter. Deep. It felt so good. I loved being rimmed and Peter was clearly an expert. And he sounded like he was enjoying it. Making lapping and grunting sounds as he licked out my hole. Just as I was about to bliss out he stopped and walked back to face me. Then he turned away. I watched as he returned to the bag by the table. Despite everything that he was doing to me I couldn’t help but admire his body. Not only his cock. But his arse. So round. I wanted to bury my face in it. I watched as his muscles rippled under his sweaty skin. The other half of me that wanted to get out disappeared. Drug-sober I knew what I wanted. I wanted him to dominate me. Use me. Own me. I didn’t care how much it hurt. What humiliations he heaped on my wretched body. I just wanted to serve. He sat in the chair and faced me. As I watched he gobbed into his hand and slid it over his enormous cock. He started to wank. Legs spread He stared at me and slowly jacked off his cock. I was hypnotised. It was fucking magnificent. He threw back his head and with his other hand started playing with his left nipple. Every time he squeezed it a spurt of precum would shoot out of his cock. He opened his eyes and stared at me. He slid down the chair and his hand dropped under his balls. As I watched he started teasing his arse. I moaned loudly as I watched him finger his hole. It was hairy. Just like I liked a crack and I knew it was sweaty. Again just as I liked it. "You like this?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah. I can put a show on for you fucker. A bit of a reward for being such a fucking slut and whore. You show me the respect I deserve. You do as you're told. I'll reward you." As I watched he pushed a finger into his arse and moaned. I moaned as well. My own cock was rock solid. I looked down and I was leaking precum. As I watched he wanked his cock and slid his finger in and out of his hole. Just as suddenly his stopped and stood up. He licked his finger as I watched then grabbing a phial he walked up to me. His hand dropped to my cock making me automatically wince. He laughed. "Mmmmmmm. Hard enough now for the real fun to begin." He tipped the phial into my mouth. I blacked out.

Part VI I woke up and something felt different. It took a few seconds to realise that I wasn't bound up. Or gagged. I opened my eyes and saw Peter gazing down at me. I stiffened. He laughed. "Break time fuck Boi. I think you have deserved it." He leaned down and kissed me. His breath was minty and he gently prised my mouth open with his tongue and gave me the most sensual kiss. My mouth opened eagerly to take his tongue and I felt his hand between my legs gently pulling and kneading my balls. I moaned as his hand found my hard cock and stroked it. He lifted himself over my as he kissed and rested on top of my. I felt his massive and rigid cock against mine as he lay on top of me. I was powerless to move as his arms wrapped round me and we kissed. And kissed. He pulled back and formed a ball of spit in his mouth. I parted my lips to receive it and swallowed it. He was gently rubbing up as down me as he buried his face in my neck, licking and kissing. I closed my eyes. When I opened them he had a phial in his hand. I smiled as he tipped the contents down my throat. And watched as he swallowed his own phial. He leaned forward and handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a series of deep, long snorts and then he pulled away and lifted my legs into the air. I watched as he parted my cheeks then his face disappeared between them. I gasped as I felt his tongue lap against my hole. He moaned as his tongue licked the groove on my arse, pushing against my arsehole. He gobbed on it and licked and sucked with increasing intensity. He pulled my cheeks apart and gorged. His tongue felt amazing as it probed and pushed into my arse. I felt his finger prise by hole apart and was amazed how deep his tongue dug into my hole. Whatever he had give me was working. I felt warm and hazy. My cock was dripping precum on my face and I wiped it up with my fingers and licked it off. He was licking and chewing my arsehole. Every so often gobbing and feeding his spit into my hole. My hands reached up and pulled my arse even wider. He leaned deep into my hole and pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. I felt my muscles tighten around his tongue as he pushed it deeper. He pulled his tongue out and lapped my cheeks and groove. I moaned. He fell back grabbing me as he went and in one slick movement I was riding his face. I gasped as he drove his tongue even deeper into my arse. He grabbed my hands and held them at my side as I rode his tongue. Every so often he would pull me back and chew and lick my balls. I closed my eyes, lost in the incredible feeling of pleasure. Suddenly he pulled me forward and I felt my cock slide into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around the head of my cock and he expertly pushed my foreskin all the way back. I squirmed as he focused on the sensitive head making me spurt precum into his mouth. He licked and swallowed the shaft, not once gagging. I still couldn't move as he held my hands but I didn't care. It felt so beautiful as he alternated between sucking my cock and eating out my arse. I lost all sense of time until he stopped and pushed me back onto the bed. Suddenly we were kissing again. Deeply. Passionately. He stroked my hair. Licked my pits. He was totally focused on me. He pulled my legs up again and focused on my hole again with his tongue. He lowered my hips slightly and rubbed his cock against my hole. It felt huge. He rubbed his cock against my hole as he kissed me. I pulled away scared it was too big. He whispered in my ear not to worry. He would take his time. I looked down at his cock. He was slowly wanking it. It was huge. The head was massive. Glistening and red. Precum was dripping from it. He wiped the precum from its head and fed it to me. It tasted so salty. He whispered that he would take it slow. He wouldn't hurt me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He lifted my legs again and said he wanted to taste my arse again. I hungrily lifted my hips wanting to feel his tongue in my hole. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head and moved too quickly for me to stop him as he suddenly rammed his cock into my hole. I screamed and buckled as I felt his thick hard cock rip past my sphincter and deep into my hole. I heard him laugh as he pushed it deep into my hole. The pain was unbearable. I felt him grab my chin and I opened my eyes. He was glaring at me. "You little fucker. Think I was going to treat you nice?" It had been a ruse. His cock was ripping into my arse as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole. I couldn't move. The pain - the incredible pain - was all I could focus on. He stared into my eyes as he took my arse with his thick cock. I was so tight and unrelated it felt like my guts were being shredded. I begged him to stop and he just laughed and gobbed in my face. He pulled out and I let out a sigh just as he rammed back into me deeper than before. I screamed again and his hand came up and slapped me hard across the face once. Twice. Three times. He pulled out and pulled me to my feet. I whimpered. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me away from the bed. I screamed as I slipped. He didn't stop. He dragged me across the room swearing at me and flung me against the wall. I hit it with a massive thud and slid down it. He picked me up and ordered me to stand against it. I was crying. Begging him to stop. He pushed my face into the wall and kicked my feet apart. He pulls my arms behind my back and screamed as he pulled them tight and high. He leaned into my ear. "You fucking little cunt. Stop snivelling. Don't fucking come hear and think you can say .Stop'. Who the fucked do you think you are?!" He pulled my arms even higher and I screamed. He slapped the back of my head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! You're a runt. You're here to be used. You can't leave now. It's too late. I'm going to fuck you up. Yeah really fuck you up." He kicked my feet from under me and I collapsed. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the floor, I desperately scrabbled to grab anything to stop him but there was nothing to hold onto. I was crying. Begging him to stop. Praying it wasn't really happening. He reached down and picked me up and stood me up. I tried to get away and his fist landed in my stomach. I doubled over but couldn't scream as there was no air in my body. Stunned I was powerless as he manacled my hands and feet. Tears had blinded my vision and I was sweating with fear. Shaking. This wasn't happening. It was wrong. I wanted it to stop. I was chained to a x frame. He was rummaging in a bag and produced a ball gag. I opened my mouth to scream and he wedged it in and slapped my face again. My ears were ringing. He produced another phial and fed it to me through a hole in the gag before moving round to stand behind me. I felt his hand on my arse. I tightened my buttocks. He laughed as he forced a finger into my hole. Unlubed it sent a wave of pain through my body. "I'm so disappointed in you Cunt Boi. I thought you'd be able to take my cock. So now we're going to have to do this the hard way." I shook my head. I wanted out. I wanted it to stop. I flinched as he traced a finger down my back. "I thought you'd be more experienced. Better. But no. So now I have to waste my time. But it won't really be wasted. I'm going to break you. I'm going to reduce you to a fuck doll." I was crying. "That's what you wanted wasn't it? All those lonely nights in your cold flat. Dreaming about being with me. Being fucked by me. Cumming in you." He laughed. "You sad deluded fuck. How could you think it was going to be any other way?" His hand slipped to my arse again and I felt him push my hole open and slide something in. A pill. I moaned. "Just a little something. We've got time." He walked to face me. I looked at him. I was scared but couldn't help looking at his body and his cock. He was so hard it was standing almost against his six pack, precum literally dripping from the head. He turned and walked away. I waited for the black out. Nothing. I heard a doorbell. He disappeared and I heard the door open. Voices. I craned my head to hear what was being said. Nothing. The door closed. Peter returned. Behind him was another man. A black guy. My eyes widened. He was about 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse. He took one look at me and smiled. "Entertaining?" Peter laughed and nodded. The black guy reached into his backpack and pulled out a bag. It was full of phials, toke bags and pills. "This enough?" Peter nodded and reached into the bag and grabbed a roll of money and handed it to the guy who slipped it into his pocket. Peter sat down and began emptying the bag on the table. The guy turned to leave and then stopped. "Mind if I have some?" Peter looked up. "Nah. Go ahead. I ain't using him." The guy turned to me and pulled open his fly and pulled out his cock. My eyes bulged as I saw it harden. It wasn't as big as Peter's but it was fucking thick. I screamed into the ball gag as he walked behind me. Peter leaned back in his chair and winked.

Part V (e) "Wake up cunt." I opened my eyes. I upright but I couldn't move. No even my head. My eyes focused and I realised that I was in another room. I was staring at myself. A mirror. I was strapped to some kind of board my legs were slightly set apart and shackled. My arms as well. And a leather band was keeping my head in place. I heard a click. Again. I still had my speedos on and I could still feel the but plug in my arse. Looking at me in the mirror was Peter. My master. He was in a white jock now. He has leather wrist bands on. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. I felt elated and light headed. I wasn't sweating and I suddenly noticed how hot the temperature was. "Good boi." His hand slid down my stomach to my crotch. My cock was still hard. Very hard. "I am glad you obeyed me and went to the gym. I like my whore boys to be slim. Another point." He leaned behind me and pushed the butt plug in my arse. I realised that my arse was exposed at the back. The feeling was intensely pleasurable and I moaned aloud. "Good boi. See the chill has almost disappeared. Soon it will be time to return to you arse but for now ..." He moved round and stood before me. He pushed open mouth and poured another phial of chems down my throat. I didn't resist. I gulped down the bitter liquid greedily and immediately felt a warm glow in my stomach. I watched as he tipped a phial down his own throat. I could feel my balls tighten. My cock felt even harder. I looked down as his hand reached down to my crotch and started kneading it. Again I moaned aloud as I watched he pulled my speedos down and as my cock sprung free a spray of precum splattered across his muscular thighs. He wiped it up with his finger and pushed it into my mouth. Fuck it tastes so good. He pulled my speedos down then kneeing down he ripped them off. his muscles rippled across his shoulders. It was magnificent. He stood up and grabbed my cock. He fed my some poppers and then he slowly started to wank it. It felt incredible. I felt my balls tighten again. He noticed. And stopped. "No. Not yet." He walked to a side table and grabbed a bottle of lube. It had a spout. He started walking back to me. "Lube. You have to love it don't you? Makes wanking so pleasurable. The silky feel of it on your cock. Wouldn't you agree?" I nodded eagerly. "But I wonder if you've ever had lube squirted down your cock." I continued to smile. He was so sexy and persuasive. It sounded amazing. My cock twitched in anticipation. He stood before me and grabbed my cock. He gently start to pull the foreskin back. As far as it would go. He smiled. "A nice tight foreskin. Another point for you my dirty boi. But I wonder if you have ever had lube down your cock with ... additives." He looked up as the smile faded from my face. I strained against my restraints. I was powerless. I watched as he tipped the spout of the bottle into the slit of my cockhead. He gripped my cock firmly and as I watched he squeezed the bottle every so slightly At first I felt nothing. He looked up at me. I stared back. Nothing. Then the slightest of feeling as I felt liquid move up my shaft. I let out a breath. My god it felt incredible. I grinned at him and let out a laugh. Christ. It felt so good. Then it started to feel different. Not in my cock but at the base of it. I held my breath trying to work out what I was feeling. There was a slight chill but it didn't seem to increase. My balls were itching on the inside. I looked down and he gave the bottle a final squeeze then pulled it away. He slipped my foreskin over the head of my cock and held it there. He looked at me. The feeling was like nothing I had felt before. I didn't understand it. He chuckled. "How does that feel? Weird? Exciting? Cold? Uncomfortable?" With each word I nodded. I couldn't describe it but it felt incredible. The base of my cock and my balls felt like they were being licked from the inside. I moaned with pleasured. I could feel the sensation moving up my body. He slid to the side of me and grabbed the butt plug in my arse and gently twisted it. I moaned louder. "That's it my cunt boi." He stopped and walked back to the table. He returned with two lengths of tubing. I was lost in the intense feeling in my cock and arse and didn't notice as he attached one tube to my cock then walked behind and attached one to the butt plug. He moved quickly bag to teh table and grabbed something else. He walked back and attached it to the strap across my head. Before I could react he had pushed a nozzle into my mouth and locked it there. I was lost in a pleasurable dazed as I watched him attach the two tubes to either side of my mouth. I jerked up suddenly. He looked at me. "What's wrong cunt boi? What are you feeling?" He placed his hand on my stomach and started to push in gently. Fuck I needed to piss. My eyes widened. The pressure he was exerting was intense. "That's it boi. You need to piss. And you need to keep drinking." He chuckled. "A perfect circle you might say." I shook my head. No. He pressed more insistently on my bladder. And more insistently. NO! I fought the desire to piss. But I couldn't and without warning felt myself starting to piss. I waited for the inevitable. Of course I was into piss. But while I had been pissed on and taken piss into my mouth, I had never swallowed piss. Not even my own. Not even in my darkest fantasties. Nothing. I looked up. Peter had disappeared. Then I felt his hand on my arse pushing against the butt plug. Suddenly I felt cold liquid flood my mouth. It taste bitter. Cold. Fuck. Before I could stop I started to swallow. And then it stopped. The cold feeling hit my stomach. Peter was suddenly in front of me again. He grabbed my chin and I winced. "How was that boi? Pure caffeine and deep freeze." I screamed. I knew where the liquid was from. My arse. I started fighting against the restrainst when my mouth was flooded with more liquid. It tasted different. Sweeter and warmer. No. NO! Peter laughed. "Do't be so surprised. You have surrendered to me completely. You are mine to do what I want with. And we have only just begun." My mouth was flooded again with the bitter liquid. I could not help but swallow it. I moaned as I was forced to drink my own liquids but couldn't help notice the effect it was having on me. I was beginning to sweat profusely again as the chems in the liquids re-entered my body. When there was no more liquid to swallow Peter removed the gag and released the head band. My head slumped forward and I watched as he unplugged the tube from my cock. He walked behind me and I felt him grab the butt plug and rip it from my hole. I screamed from the sudden blinding pain. And then again when I felt him forced the hard rubber back into my hole. "Hmmm. Tight. Just as I planned. Another point." He pulled it out again. Then I felt the most amazing feeling which stopped my screaming. His tongue licking my hole. I moaned. Then it stopped. He walked back round and to the table. He rifled through the bag. And turned. In his hand a slim piece of long metal. I moaned. I futilely attempted to escape. He laughed. Then stopped in his tracks. "No. Perhaps not quite yet." My body was wrapped in a warm chem glow of everything he had given me. I cock was still hard and my arse was stinging from its short yet savage use. He walked towards me and released two catches on either side. I started to fall forward. I screamed as the floor moved closer. The board I was attached to banged to a halt slapping my head against the back. I winced from the pain. I was staring at the floor. Suddenly I saw his booted feet. I felt his hand on my arse. I felt his finger traced between my cheeks and touch my hole. I gasped. I felt his finger probe into my arse. I moaned as I felt his finger slip into my hole. He pulled it out. I watched as his boots moved away. He returned and I felt cold liquid hit my arse. Roughly his finger plunged into my arse making my scream as he drove it in to his knuckle before pulling out again. He walked back to my head and knelt down. "Hush Cunt Boi or do you want the ball gag again?" I shook my head. Not the ball gag. He returned to my arse. I felt him push something into my arse. Another pill. I grunted in fear. I wasn't sure I could take any more chems. His finger stayed in my arse pushing the pull in deeper that before. Suddenly I saw both his feet in front of me. "As I said you need to learn obedience. You need to learn to obey me completely before you will even see my cock." I moaned and whispered that I was sorry. That I would do better. I would be a perfect slave. I heard another click by my head. I felt the board behind me disappear. I tried to look up but couldn't. Nothing. Then I felt something warm and wet on the back of my head. First drips and then a steady flow as his piss started to drench my head. I shook my head and moan as his hot wet piss ran over my head and face. Into my eyes. My nose. My mouth. Cascading down and then onto the floor. I heard him sign with relief as he emptied his bladder all over my head. His piss smelled of chems. It was red hot. And just as suddenly it was over. I heard more clicks and then the table was bolted into the upright position. The sudden change in position made my dizzy. What piss was left on my hair dripped down my sweaty body. I opened my eyes. He was standing before me bollock naked apart from his boots. In his hand was his jock. His cock was stiff and horizontal against his six pack. And it was huge. It was at least ten inches long and very VERY thick. He saw me staring at it. He grabbed it with one hand and nonchalantly wanked it. He pulled a bead of precum from the head and licked his finger. I licked my lips. I wanted it do badly. He bent over double and I watched as he licked the head of his own cock. He looked up and smiled at me then turned back to the bag. He pulled another phial from the bag and approached me. He caressed my face and gently kissed me before tipping the contents into my mouth. I blacked out once again.

Part V (d) He walked back to the back and pulled out another bottle of water and two smaller phials. He attached the tube to the ball gag and once again I was forced to drink a litre of water. I greedily gulped it down as he stroked my abs and cock through my speedos. I was slick with sweat and in my speedos, precum. So wet I could smell it. I was so turned on. He dropped the bottled and flipped open a phial. As he poured it down the tube he whispered to me. "Are you going to be a good Cunt Boi? Can I take off the ball gag?" I nodded vigorously. I wanted my mouth free. I wanted to taste him. Lick him. Suck him. He clicked open the second phial and drank it himself. He flung both of them to the floor. He reached round and pulled the rubber strap restraining the gag. He eased it out of the mouth. I stretch my jaw and licked my lips. Good this felt good. He grabbed my face and pushed his tongue my throat before I could react. His tongue crushed my own beneath it. I could taste his spit and the bitter taste of the liquid in his mouth. I kissed him back, lost in the suddenly sensuality of the moment. His hands reached round and slid into my speedos. My arse was so sweaty. His fingers probed my hole then reach round to cup my balls. He stopped kissing me and started at me. "A point. Shaved balls. A nice hairy crack. Another point." He reached up and released the leash and dragged me towards the other door. He kicked it open with one foot. It was a dining room. A normal dining room. He led me to the table and pushed me against it and kicked my legs apart. The drugs were kicking in. I felt elated. My heart was racing. Everything I looked at seemed sharply etched. The colours bright and vibrant. I didn't resist as I felt him manacle my feet and wrists. He undid the leash. He pulled down my speedos and exposed my arse. The cold air felt good. I heard a click. I felt slight pressure on the butt plug and tensed. I felt him twist it in my arse and moaned from the intensity of the feeling. He grunted. I only noticed the other bag when he reached down to retrieve another length of pipe. I felt gentle pressure against my arse and then felt some tubing in my arse. I pushed against it. He laughed. "That's it my sweaty whore." I suddenly felt cold liquid leak into my arse. Fuck it felt amazing. It seemed to chill my arse. My cock jumped to attention. I gasped. So cold. Too cold. My fists involuntarily clenched as the cold turned to freezing. I began to double up as the heat of my body reacted to the increasing freeze in my arse. I wanted to tell him to stop but remembered what he had said. I gritted my teeth. I started to breathe out to counter the intensity of the feeling. Nothing worked. "How does that feel? Cold? Freezing? Painful?" I moaned and blew air out of lungs. Phlegm and spit erupted from my mouth. I moaned as the temperature dropped another notch. My legs were shaking. "That's it boy. Feel it. It's just water." I shook my head. It couldn't just be water. I'd had ice cubes pushed up my arse before but this was so much more intense. And cold. I actually couldn't feel the butt plug anymore. He chuckled. "Good Boi. I'd have thought you would have begged me to stop. A point. That's three. It's just water. Oh. And a bit of Deep Freeze mixed it." I gasped and slumped forward. Fucking hell! The liquid in my arse continued to drop in temperature. It felt like my arse itself was being frozen. I struggled against the manacles. Pointlessly. He pulled the tube from my arse and slapped my left arse cheek. I yelled out. The pain! Not on my arse but inside. He laughed as he pulled up my speedos. "Come on pussy boy. This is nothing. It'll warm up." He came into view. He was sweating so much it was leaving a trail as he walked. He pulled a bottle from the bag and started drinking. Half way through he stopped and as I watched he poured the rest over his head. It cascaded down his body. My god he was beautiful. He leaned against the table and looked at me. "I'm impressed." He pushed himself away from the table. He pulled another bottle of poppers from the bag and opened them. He took two deep sniffs and then fed me. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times. Every time I tried to,pull away he slapped my face. Increasingly hard. I learned to obey. It took all my will power to stay standing. I leaned against the table. My arms and legs ached. I had no idea how long I had been tied up. I was oblivious to anything apart from the sensations in my arse and the hardness of my cock. I suddenly looked up. He'd disappeared. I turned my head. Where the fuck was he. I heard the door open again. He reappeared with my mate. I gritted my teeth as a flash of anger welled through me. He led him to the table. He was grinning. He was in a black jock. That was it. Peter pushed him towards me. He walked around me. Inspecting me. I felt his hands touch my body. I gasped. It felt good. His hand slipped to my cock and he rubbed it through the lycra. He leaned down and licked my crotch. I moaned. He walked behind me and I felt his tongue licked the sweat from my back. I shivered. His hand found the butt plug and gently pushed against it. The mere touch sent waves of coldness through my gut. I grunted. "Stop." He stopped and returned to Peter who stroked his hair and kissed him gently. "I know what baby wants." My mate grinned and nodded. Peter pushed him against the table opposite me and stood behind him. He grabbed the poppers and took a succession of drags. Peter lowered himself and as I watched my mate's face was flooded with pleasure. Peter was rimming him out. I could actually hear his tongue as it lapped against my mate's hole. A hole I knew only too well from nights out when we'd gone home together and played with each other's arse. It was always shaved. Pink. I loved rimming him. Anger flashed through me again. Why him!?! What the fuck was he doing here. I couldn't but watch. My mate's eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily. Gasping. And clearly grinding his arse into Peter's face. His hand was on his own hard cock, wanking it. "ENOUGH!" I froze. My mate froze. Peter stood up. "What did you say?" I shook my head. "What. Did. You. Say?" I looked down at the table. I heard a thud. I looked up. My mate was bent forward and groaning. "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" He pulled my mate up by his hair and he screamed. Peter put a hand around his throat and started squeezing. My mate tried to struggle. Peter's other arm restrained him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME!" My mate's eyes were bulging. I struggled against my manacles. This wasn't happening. It had to stop. And stop now. "Sorry." Peter did not stop. My mate was gurgling. Jesus. "SORRY." Peter released my mate, swung him round and landed a hard punch into his gut. He collapsed. I could hear him gasping for breath but couldn't see him. Peter strode up to me. I could see the anger in his eyes. I struggled against the manacles. I was scared. His hand came up and smacked me across the face. He grabbed me by the throat. "You fucking runt. How dare you presume to speak. Or order me." His grip tightened. I felt him crushing my windpipe. "You came here thinking you knew what you were letting yourself in for. You presumptuous little fucker. I know who you are. Your tidy little flat. Your 9-5 job. Thinking you're clever for the double life of sleaze you think you have." He let go and I leaned forward to catch my breath. "You've no fucking idea. I'm here to teach you a lesson. I'll teach you to think you know what you want. By the time I've finished with you I'll have put your pathetic life into a new perspective." He spun around and leaned down over my friend. He dragged him back to the other room. I heard a door slam. He returned and rummaged in the bag. He pulled out another phial. He flipped it open and walked up to me. He raised it to my lips. I looked into his eyes and saw something that scared me more than anything. Pure hatred. I turned my head away. With his other hand he pulled my face back to the phial and forced it between my teeth. He pulled my head back and emptied the contents into my mouth and dropped the phial. He quickly reached up and blocked my nose. I was forced to swallow. Blackness enveloped me.

Part V © I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me. Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat. Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock. He leaned down and whispered to my mate. "Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again." My mate sighed and gazed up. "Thank you Master Peter. Thank you." Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater. Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Silence. Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered. The door opened and my master came out alone. He strode up to me and grabbed my chin. "Okay cunt Boi. What next?" I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating. He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes. "Playtime" he whispered. He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it. He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair. The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair. He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse. I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head. "No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told." I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks. This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed. Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it. Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense. It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways. Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse. He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse. He leaned forward. "One." I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt. "Two." I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor. In my mind I was praying for him to stop. He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer. He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something. He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it. He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again. He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold. God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse. Then he pulled up my speedos. He returned to face me. "A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them. "No." He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking. "Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules." I turned and grabbed me around the waist. "Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked." He spun me round and kept talking. "No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule." Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it. He stopped me spinning. "I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret." He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe. I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine. I didn't dare move. "The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination." As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger. Impossible. "Now you will be feeling something completely new." I nodded. "Like your arse is shrinking." I nodded again. "That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..." And he leaned in ... "Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out." He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness. He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps. "I think you deserve a little something for your patience." He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off. He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled. The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him. He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose. I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly. I saw spots before my eyes. He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs. He stepped back and looked at me. His eyes were wild. "Oh yeah. Play time. Big time." He reached to grab me.

Part V ( He stood before me in all his magnificence. He was wearing black boots polished so brightly that I could see my reflection in them. Skin tight leather chaps that hugged his muscular thighs. A black jock that looked ready to burst. Across his rippling chest was a harness as polished as his boots. His pecs were beautifully sculpted and his six pack was deep deep and cut. His arms bulged with muscle and on top of this all was his face. A firm jaw dusted with stubble and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. And surprisingly never noticed before. He was six foot of chiselled muscle. I gasped. He took my hard and placed it on his stomach then pulled it down to his crotch. He whispered: "You will have to try harder. I am not even semi erect." He dropped my hard to my side and stared into my eyes. His hand dropped to my hard cock in my speedos and stroked it. I moaned as my cock jumped at his touch. It felt electric. I felt sweat build on my skin and just as quickly evaporate leaving a chill. He smiled. "Mmmm good. Stage two seems to have kicked in." He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. He retrieved a bottle wedged into the sofa and threw them to me. "Sniff" he ordered. I opened them and took a sniff of poppers. "Again." I obeyed. "Deeper." I took a deeper swag of poppers. "Again." I moaned as I raised the bottle to my nose again. Another deep draught and my head began to swim. I felt sweat cover my body again as I looked at him. He sat back and kneaded his crotch. "Come here." I walked over and stood before him and he stood up to meet me. Suddenly out of nowhere he landed a fist into my stomach. I yelled as I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees. "GET UP YOU FUCKING PUSSY BOI!" He wrenched me to my feet and kicked my legs apart. He grabbed me by the face and forced me to look at him. I heard his gargle and then he gobbed into my face. I felt the gob slide down my nose and into my mouth. The pain in my stomach was unbearable. He glared at me. "You fucking pussy. You think that hurts. It's only the beginning." His hand wrapped round my neck and pushed me to the floor. He put a foot on the back of my head and pushed my face to the floor. I moaned. "Fucking polish my boots you cunt." I grabbed his boot and opened my mouth. I started to lick his boot. "DO IT PROPERLY! Gob on it first!" I obeyed. I gobbed on his boot and then licked it off. The polish was so bitter and made me gag. But I didn't dare stop. My eyes were watering. I licked and gobbed on both boots. The taste was so bitter. I gagged and retched. Suddenly I felt something go round my neck. My hands reached up but before I could do anything I was pulled up from the floor by a cord. My hands reached to my neck and felt leather. I looked at him. He was holding a leather leash. "Good boi. Not bad. But not quick enough. You lose a point." His fist landed in my stomach again. But this time the leash kept me upright and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was dizzy. The pain was excruciating. My eyes were watering. He pulled me behind him and dragged me to a chair. He pushed me into it and then snapped my head back as he fastened the leash to the chair. Before I could struggle he had fastened my hands to manacles at the side of the chair. I tried to struggle and he slapped my head. Hard. Dazed I could resist as he fastened my feet to the chair as well. He walked in front of me. He forced my mouth open and forced something into it. I was confused. Then the taste of bitter rubber hit me. A ball gag. He fastened it around my head. And stood back. "Good Cunt Boi. You need to learn a lesson. As I said I've been watching you perving over me at the gym. Disgusting runt. Not brave enough to talk to me cunt? Well we'll have to teach you a lesson won't we?" We? I struggled against my restraints. The chair didn't move. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it was fastened to the floor. Panic flooded my body. My heart was racing. I was sweating. My head was spinning. He chuckled. "Did you like the taste of the polish?" I squinted through the sweat pouring down my face. "My own blend. K. G. And a little something my chemist gave me." I moaned. I was sweating profusely. "Raises the body temperature. That's why it's important to drink a lot. But don't want to knock you out. No. Not yet. So a bit of caffeine too. A pick me up like the two pills you took this morning. A nice combination." His hand dropped to my nipple. I was now slick with sweat. He tweaked it hard making me scream through my ball gag. He leaned down and looked into my eyes. "Now. Now. Don't make a fucking scene. You've wanted this. You know it. Since you first saw me. SO DON'T FUCKING WHINE!" He slapped the back of my head and walked behind the sofas. He pulled up a bag and delved into it. I moan as he pulled out a rubber tube and a bottle of water. He walked back towards me and I began to struggle against the restraints trying the beg him to stop. I was sweating. Shaking. Panicking. He stood in front of me and I could not help but stare at his ripped bod. I wanted to escape but I also wanted him to dominate me. Use me. He leaned down and pushed the tube into the ball gag and I felt the end of it pushed against my tongue. I watched as he attached the other end to the bottle. "As I said. Your body temperature has been raised so you need to drink. If you resist you'll choke. And maybe drown. So relax you cunt and drink." He tipped the bottle up and water rushed into my mouth. Cold. Fresh. Water. I gulped it down greedily. I felt the cold spread through my body. Sweat seemed to evaporate from my body as the water washed into me. And then must as suddenly it was over. I begged for more. He slapped me hard across the face and showed me the bottle, It was empty. "Don't be greedy cunt Boi." He stood up and looked at me then sighed. "I'm bored." He spun around and started to walk away. I stared after him. Where was he going. He couldn't leave me like this. I screamed after him at the same time as my eyes devoured his arse and legs in the chaps. The muscles rippling down his back under the harness. I wanted him. He walked to the door on the left and opened it. He disappeared. Silence. I heard him unzip something. Then heard him return. I shook the sweat from my eyes and when I need them he was leading someone into the room. He was bollock naked apart from a ball gag. His cock was stiff. A metal cock ring tight against his balls. He shuffled past my master and dropped to his knees in front of me. Fucking hell. It was my mate. He looked up at me and smiles. He was totally blessed out. What the fuck was this? Again I struggled against my restraints. I screamed. The muscle guy just laughed as he stroked my mate's head. My mate looked up adoringly as the master leaned down and gobbed into his mouth before kissing him. Cunt! I was so angry. What the fuck was this! This wasn't how it was meant to happen! I kept struggling. Screaming. My master walked toward me and smacked me in the stomach. Harder than before. And again. He granted me by the chin. "What Cunt Boi? Angry? Really? Did you think you were enough? Fuck me you arrogant little piece of shit. How dare you presume you are special. You need to be taught a proper lesson." He delved into the bag and pulled out a syringe. I whimpered. "I bet you think you've seen it all. Think that you're a real whore. Slut. Well let me tell you that you're nothing. Done nothing. Achieved nothing. Your pathetic life means nothing." He pushed the syringe into the tube still attached to the ball gag. "Well nothing - yet." He pushed down on the syringe and flooded my mouth with sweet liquid. I gratefully swallowed it. He laughed. "Greedy for Tina aren't you?" My eyes opened wide. My rule was always 'Never Tina'. I'd seen guys on it and it had scared me. Their total loss of inhibitions. No. I started to struggle to no avail. Suddenly a searing warmth hit my body. I was beyond just sweating. It was pouring off me. There was a burning feeling in the base of my cock. The tip of my cock was itching like crazy. He leaned forward and blew air into my face. I moaned with pleasure. Fuck that felt good. His hand dropped to me hard cock and he tugged it. I felt presumably spurt out. I tried to push against his hand but couldn't move. I looked at him imploringly. He leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. "What do you want, baby?" he said with utter gentleness. I whimpered. I wanted him to remove the ball gag so I could tell him that I wanted him. He chuckled. "Poor boy. You lose a point." What!? I screamed and shook my restraints. How!? He sat down opposite me on the sofa. My mate crawled on his hands and knees and sat between his legs with his bag to me. He pulled him up and as I watched they kissed. My mate traced his tongue down my master's body. He lifted his right arm and I was forced to watch as he ate out his pit, moaning with pleasure as he did so. I wanted to close my eyes. But I couldn't. My master's hand came round and groped my mate's arse, spreading the cheeks to expose his hole. I looked at it. It had clearly been fucked. Used. I moaned. I was jealous. My master then pushed my mate between his legs and I watched as he clearly pulled his cock out of his jock. My mate moaned as he went down and started to suck and gag on it. I could see nothing. My master pulled a toke bag out from the side of the sofa and helped himself to something. Then he retrieved a bottle of poppers and took one, two, three, four deep hits. His hand rested on the back of my mate's head, holding it in place. He stared at me and winked. "Fuck John's good isn't he." He closed his eyes lost in pleasure. I screamed.

Part V (a) I slept extremely well and my alarm woke me at exactly 8am. I shower and carefully shaved my balls. I looked at my self in the mirror. I didn't look any different or - despite the pill - fell any different. I drank a cup of black coffee and took the second pill. I slipped on the cockring and the speedos. They fitted perfectly. I emptied my gym back and placed the rubber shorts in the bottom together with my gym kit - still damp from the night before - inside. I dropped the bottle of clear liquid on top and I sealed the bag. I put on the singlet then found a pair of combat trousers and a checked shirt. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sure if he would be happy but I wasn't wearing jeans. I pulled on a pair of black caterpillar boots. 8.55am. I opened a fresh bottle of water and pulled the final pill from the toke bag. I pushed it into my mouth and drank the water in one go. I left the flat and walked to Gym Buddy. The high street was busy but as I turned up the side street I was engulfed by total silence. No cars. No birds. Nothing. I stood outside the shop. 9.10am. What now? At that precise moment I realised how cold it was. Despite the sun there was a distinct chill in the air. I shivered. I stepped back and looked at the shop. What was I looking for? I looked at the ground and then I saw it. The trip of an envelope pushed under the door. I reached down and retreived it. "Sean. 6." I opened it. "Good Morning Cunt Boi. A point in your favour for obeying. You will lose a point if you have forgotten anything but we'll find out later won't we. "Turn left and you will see a new block of apartments on your right. Walk to the main door. It will be open. Walk into the lobby and look for the mailbox for Flat 2014." End of note. I turned left and saw the apartment block. It was very new. I had seen it advertised in the local paper. Part of trying to improve the area, they were very expensive apartments. But I didn't think that they were available for occupancy yet. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look right. Nothing. Weird. I could have sworn something rushed past me. Probably just a shadow in the sun. Fuck it was cold. I pulled my jacket together and walked to the apartments. I pushed the glass door and walked into the lobby. A wall of postboxes was on the left. On the right a lift. I walked to the boxes and found Mailbox 2014. I opened it and retrieved another letter. Nothing was written on the outside. I ripped it open. "Third floor. Flat 3014. When you get in the lift drink the fluid in the bottle. Turn left out of the lift and enter the apartment. Walk to the middle of the room and strip." I read the note again. Suddenly I was scared. I turned back to the main door and pulled it. It was locked. I looked around the door for the exit button. There wasn't one. I turned around. There were no other doors. Only the lift. I read the note again. It was very hot in the lobby. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I opened the bag and pulled out the bottle. Not poppers then. I opened it and sniffed the contents. No smell. I tipped the bottle and dabbed my finger in the liquid and tasted it. Nothing. I closed the lid and tried the door again. Locked. I looked at the lifts. Fuck it. I pushed the button. The doors slid open. I walked in. As the doors shut I drank the liquid. It was tasteless. The doors opened quicker than I thought. I turned left and saw Apartment 3014 straight ahead of me. I was sweating. Damn it was hot in this apartment block. I walked to the door, pushed it open and hesitated. I turned around and walked to the lift and pressed the button. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nothing. I took a deep breath and turned back to the door. I entered the apartment. It was one large room. Well furnished. There were leather sofas in the centre of the room. The floors were wooden. I said hello. Nothing. The door behind me shut. I looked back. Nothing. I walked back to the door and tried the handle. Locked. I tried it again. Nothing. I pressed my head against the door. At least it was cooler in here. I turned around and again thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head sharply to the right. Nothing. Suddenly I realised my cock was hard. Weird. I walked to the centre of the room and put my bag down. There was a door to the left and to the right. They were both closed. I thought about trying them but decided not to. I looked out of the floor to ceiling windows. There was a 360 degree balcony and amazing views. I shivered again. There was nothing for it. I stripped my clothes off and stood there in my speedos. "Good Cunt Boi." I sitffened and started to turn around. "DON'T TURN AROUND" he yelled. My mind reeled. Where had he come from? I hadn't seen another door. I heard his footsteps approach me. "Good Cunt Boi. You've done precisely what I said. Another point. Two points now. Almost impressive. I wonder if you can get to three points. We will see." He was standing behind me. I could feel his presence and his warmth. I shivered. I was cold. He chuckled. I felt a finger touch me between my shoulder blades and then start to trace a line down my spine. It tingled and I couldn't suppress a moan. "How trusting of you. I can tell you have followed all my instructions to the letter. The working out. And the pills. Are you feeling cold?" I nodded. "Good then they are working. It's a cocktail I have wanted to try for a while. They only really work on a boi who has stripped as much excess fat from his body as possible. They work directly on muscle you see." His finger had reached the top of my speedos. He pulled them down slightly and pushed his finger into the top of my arse cheeks. I sighed again. "Plus to enjoy their full effect you need to have improved stamina. And I think a week at the gym will have done that." He removed his finger and pulled my speedos back up. "Turn around." I turned around and moaned as I caught sight of him. My master. He leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me on the lips. "Take a good look Cunt Boi. Do you like?" I nodded and gazed at him from head to toe.

Fuckin lovin this, mate. The satisfaction he's getting from corrupting the jockboy is really horny.

Part IV I obeyed. I spent the whole week at the gym. Almost literally. I went in the morning and again in the evening. I ran. I crunched. I pulled and pushed every muscle. I watched what I ate and drank a lot of water. At night I would collapse into bed. Exhausted. But not before I examined my naked body in the mirror. By Thursday night I was panicking. I could see no noticeable change in my body. On Friday I pushed myself twice as hard. By the end of my evening workout I was crushed. My body ached. And even if I had wanted to wank I didn't have the energy or inclination. After my final set of crunches I returned to the changing room. It was late and there were only a few guys left. All week I had seen no sign of the muscle guy. In fact I had stopped looking. I was so focused on working out that I didn't realise until I had wrapped my towel around my waist that I had almost forgotten why I had out myself through a week of physical hell. I walked to the showers, past the steam room. This late at night there was always something going on in there. I reckoned the managers turned a blind eye to it and sometimes I would wander in. And at least watch. Tonight I walked past and into a cubicle and stood under a steaming hot jet of water as it caressed my sore body. Eventually I turned the water off, towelled myself dry and headed back to my locker. My locker door was open. The padlock was sitting on the inside shelf. I quickly walked to it. I distinctly remembered locking it. I cautiously peered inside. Everything was exactly as I had left it. Then I spotted the note. Jammed into the hinge. It had my name on it - "Sean. 1." I shuddered and looked around. No one was there, I grabbed the note and put it on the bench. I grabbed my fresh briefs and quickly slid them on. As I grabbed my jeans a packet fell to the ground. I picked it up. It was a sealed black plastic bag. I put it on the bench next to the letter. I quickly finished getting dressed and pushed the envelope and package into the top of my bag and left the gym. I rushed home. Every so often I would look behind me, certain I was being followed. I got back to the flat and unlocked the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and turned to look the door. That's when I spotted another envelope on the floor. "Sean. 2." I locked the door and slide to the floor clutching the second envelope. Fuck. What was happening? Who could have opened my locker and put one envelope in there and then put a second envelope through my door without knowing the security code to the main door of my block of flats? Shit. I started to shake. This was getting weird. I looked at my sports bag. I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen. Setting the bag on the table I grabbed a glass and my whiskey from the shelf. I sat down and retrieved the first envelope and package. I placed both the envelopes on the table next to the package. And stared at them. Finally I poured myself a shot of whiskey and drank it straight. I winced as it burned the back of my throat. I picked up the first envelope and opened it. It was typed. "Hello Sean or should I call you Cunt Boi? I am glad you obeyed me and went to the gym. And I am a little impressed that you went twice a day. Good Boi. That's a point in your favour. But from what I saw I am not sure it made any difference. But perhaps time will tell. "So what next? I assume you found the package? I put it under your cheap fucking jeans you whore. No one wears fucking Levi jeans anymore except cheap bottom Boi cunts who hawk out their arses. Is that what you are? That's a point taken away." "Getting the gist of this now? Strip for me." Nothing else. I turned the letter over. Nothing. This was ridiculous. Panic gripped my stomach. I stood up and pulled my top off. I undid my belt and shoved down my jeans and kicked off my socks and shoes. I sat down. Bollock naked. I picked up the package. I hadn't been told to open it. I put it down and reached for the second note and opened it. "Hello Cunt Boi. You naked? I'll know if you're not. I'm in your head. You won't be able to lie to me. By the way I'm glad those bruises have disappeared. Clay was too rough on you. I ordered him not to leave any marks on your skin. The fucker has been punished." My cock twitched as I read this. 'Punished'. "So. Open the package." End of note. I put the note down on the table and picked up the package. I lifted it to my lips and nose. For some reason I licked it then sniffed it. I turned it over and carefully peeled back the Sellotape then tipped the contents onto the table. There were three sealed jiffy bags. Marked "1", "2" and "3". "1" was the biggest. I pulled it open. Out fell a pair of rubber shorts. Jesus my rubber shorts. I picked them up. They were clean. And nestled inside was my bottle of poppers. I placed them on the table. Also inside was a white singlet. And an envelope. "Sean. 3". I opened it. "Hello Cunt Boi. Rich enough that you can just leave your rubber lying around in a club? I'll teach you how to value things. You need to be taught some real values. And as you can't fucking manage to follow simple instructions here's a singlet. Don't lose it. "Open parcel 2." End of note. I grabbed the second parcel and ripped it open. The contents spilled out onto the table. A metal cockring. A pair of speedos. Black. And another note. "Sean. 4." I opened it. "These are for you to wear. If you've been working out properly you will look good in these speedos. If not. Then nothing. Shave your balls. Nothing else, just your balls. I will inspect them so make sure you do it right. Put the cockring on. Put the speedos on. Put the singlet on. Then put whatever fag clothes you have on. But not your fag jeans. "Final parcel Cunt Boi." I paused. I looked down at my erect cock. It was hard. Very hard. And leaking. I wiped my finger across the top and pushed the pre-cummed tip into my mouth. I opened the final package and reached inside to retrieve a toke bag and a small bottle. Poppers? I held it to the light. The liquid was clear. I looked at the toke bag. Three pills. I picked up the envelope and shook it. Another note fell out. "Sean. 5." "Good Cunt Boi. If you've got this far I am impressed. So what have we here? READ THIS VERY CAREFULLY." "Tonight you will go to bed at midnight. Before you will take one pill. "Tomorrow you will wake up at 8am. You will shower. You will not put on any deodorant. Drink one cup of black coffee. And take the second pill. "You will dress as I have ordered you to. You will pack your slutty rubber shorts. You will pack your sweaty gym kit from tonight. You will pack the bottle I have given you. "At 9am you will take the final pill, drinking it with a litre of water. No more. No less. You will head to 'Gym Buddy' and arrive no later than 9.15. If you are late you have fucked up." End of note. I dropped it on the table and looked at everything lying there. I picked up the cockring and weighed it in my hand. I picked up the bottle. What was it? Should I open it? I put it down. I inspected every other item and re-read every note. And again. Suddenly I looked at the kitchen clock. 11.55pm. I stood up and pushed all the items into a pile. I walked over to the sink and drew a glass of water. I walked back to the table. Bedtime I thought as I pulled open the toke bag...

Part III c I arrived at the gym just before 8.00pm and headed to the changing rooms. The gym was just beginning to thin out as the office workers headed home. When I walked into the changing rooms I was hit with that incredible damp smell of changing rooms - sweat, steam, showers. It was enough to make me cum. I found a quiet set of lockers and started to get changed. As I looked around I felt that everyone was looking at me and smirking. My stomach had tightened as I momentarily considered not turning up. But then I remembered my journey to work and thought better of it. I didn't want a rougher encounter. Well not on the tube. I closed my locker and grabbed my hand towel and heading out into the gym. As I quickly scanned around I realised it was still pretty busy. But despite looking around I couldn't see him. At all. I didn't know what to do. Had he even turned up? I decided to carry on and do my standard routine. If he was here he would see me. And the fact that I wasn't wearing a singlet. My heart sank. Perhaps he had already seen me and left. I got onto the running machine and started it up. I normally ran for fifteen minutes but I couldn't get into my stride. Part of it was that it hurt when I breathed. Clearly the bruising was more than skin deep. I stopped after five minutes and stretched by the running machine. This was always the best part as there was a mirror where I could admire my legs and arse. My running had not only made me trim but according to every one I had sex with, gave me an incredible arse. My mind flicked back to the last orgy I had attended. Many years back. I had gone with a mate and ended up being fucked by too many men to mention over the host's sofa. Each had complimented me on my bubble butt and tight hole. My cock stiffened forcing me to change my train of thought. I took it was an opportunity to scan the gym again. Still no sign. I headed over to the floor mats. Lying on my back I started to do sit ups. Against the bruising made it difficult and I barely managed to do half the number I normally could do. I sat up. I was sweating. And still no sign. Perhaps I should call it a day. He clearly hadn't turned up. My temper flared. The fucker. Who did he think he was. First leading me on in the club. And then on the tube. And now. I stood up. Fuck it. I would finish my work out and if he hadn't turned up I would head home and perhaps search grindr. I had a few local buddies who might be around and might want to fuck my arse. I'd see. I moved over to the weight machines. Free weights had always scared me. First, all the muscle marys gathered around them territorially and secondly I didn't know quite what to do. The weights machines were always better. And emptier. First arms. I walked over the bicep curl and adjusted the weight. I stopped and lowered it one notch. I was clearly sore and didn't want to over do it. Especially if I wanted a cock up my arse later. By the end of three sets I was soaked in sweat. It wasn't only the bruising but probably the come down. I smiled. At least I would have a sweaty jock to chew on later. Next the 'pec deck'. Again I adjusted the weight and sat down. The three sets nearly killed me. I had been gripped really hard in the club. Crushed almost so it was inevitable that my chest would be sore. But I was angry and pushed myself. Still no sign and the pec deck was in front of a mirror which gave me a clear view of the whole gym. Not only was it empty bar me and three other - not so cute - guys but he wasn't here. I headed over to the shoulder press. I really didn't like this machine but that was okay as it was in a corner and I usually just pretended to use it. I adjusted the weight and settled into the seat. As usual I tied the strap across the lap like the instructor had told me. It was habit really. I never every thought I would pull enough weight to need it. I leant forward and put my head in my hands. What was I doing. I was chasing some muscle guy whose name I didn't even know around a club, a train and a gym. I had been fucked remorselessly by some complete stranger, spent a fortune on gym gear and fucked some twink bareback. And now I was beginning to feel the comedown. I sat up. Right, I decided. No more drugs. No more fucking around. And no more muscle guy. I'd finish my workout and forget him. And take the bus to work. I gripped the bars of the machine and tried pushed up. I couldn't. It was too heavy. I'd forgotten to adjust the weight. I started to turn around ... "Don't turn around fuck boi." I froze. I felt the strap around my waist tighten. "I've been watching you. Looking around the gym to see if you could spot me." I could feel his breath on my neck. I shivered. "Doing some pathetic kind of workout as you searched for me. Not even fucking straining a muscle you pussy boi. And what's this? No fucking singlet? I told you I wanted you in singlet." I mumbled I was sorry. "What cunt boi?" "Sorry Sir." "That's right. Sorry. Sorry for your pathetic performance in the club. Your reaction on the tube. Your fuck in the shop. And now your fucking shitty work out." I stiffened. Except in my jock. He chuckled. "Oh yeah I know all about your fuck session in the shop. That's a real whore's den. I was surprised that you fucked Tommy though. He likes men. At least he did this lunchtime when I pushed my raw cock up his arse and made him finger my cum out of his hole and eat it." I moaned. From shame. And from the image of my muscle guy fucking "Tommy". "So cunt boi. What are we going to do?" He pulled the strap tighter. I winced. "Should I take you home and fuck you? Should I just fuck you here? The gym is empty enough. I could fuck you in the shower cubicle and get it over with and move on. To someone better. Find a cunt boi who isn't such a whore. What do you think?" I whispered that I was sorry. That I had 'purchased a singlet like I was ordered to' but that it hadn't been clean to wear to the gym. I begged him to forgive me. All whispered. I heard him clear his throat. "Tell you what fuck boi. I'll do this. Because I think even a cunt like you needs a second chance. Are you listening?" I nodded. "Right. I want you to spend the rest of this week working out. I want you to punish your body. I want you to make it as perfect as you can. It will never be perfect enough for me but I want to notice a real change. And so you are going to have to work hard this week. Very hard." "Then on Saturday you will go to an address as directed. There will be instructions. You will follow them exactly. And don't think you can cheat. I will be here watching you. I will know if you have been working out. And if you haven't then you will have failed. Failed me. And failed yourself. Don't wank. At all. Now fuck off home." He pulled the strap even tighter making me emit a yelp. And then he was gone. Quickly I unstrapped myself and stood up. He was nowhere to be seen. What was I to do?

Part III b I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the morning and at lunchtime decided to call it a day and head home. Well not home directly. I went via a sports shop. I didn't have a singlet. Or a pair of blue shorts. I did have jocks. Plenty of them. But none of them "suitable" to wear at the gym. Most were faded from too much sweat and piss action. So on the way home I decided to drop into a new shop that was tucked behind my local high street. I had walked past it a couple of times but had avoided it. It was called "Gym Buddy" and just the name put me off. But I needed to obey. As I walked in I was surprised how dark and gloomy it was inside. There was thumping dance music which reminded me - all too painfully - of Saturday night. Everywhere there were pictures of men in jocks, or speedos. Or nothing. It was that kind of gym shop. I grinned. At least I wouldn't feel self conscious. I started browsing the 'gear'. Clearly this was the kind of gym clothing that could also be worn outside the gym and in the bedroom. My cock twitched as I pulled a pair of blue shorts from the rail. They were dark blue marl and there wasn't much 'in the leg' as it were. I put them back and pulled out the next pair. They had a slightly longer leg. "You can try both on if you want." I spun round. The shop assistant had appeared behind the counter. He repeated himself and pointed to the back of the shop. I nodded and pulled out the original pair. I continued to browse. I pulled a succession of singlets from the rail but none of them were right. Most had logos on them. Or were the wrong colour. "What are you looking for?" the assistant asked. He was standing right next to me. "Erm. A singlet." I replied. He was about my height. But younger. He had a piercing in each ear and one in his cheek. He was slightly slimmer than me. Blond hair. "Nothing grab your fancy?" I asked if he had anything plain and white. He nodded and disappeared. While he was gone I looked for socks. I had always wanted those chunky socks that rugby players wear and decided I might as well get them today. I picked up a pair in blue. Then put then down and picked up a red pair. "Here you go. Medium right?" He handed me a plain white singlet. "Anything else?" I was suddenly embarassed. I needed a jock but couldn't ask for one. He smiled and pointed in the direction of the back of the shop. "You can try it all on back there. I'll get you a jock." Shamefaced I walked to the back of the shop. There was a single curtain. I pulled it back to reveal a single dressing room with a wall to wall mirror. I walked in and pull the curtain shut. I started to button my shirt when the curtain was pulled aside. I looked back. The shop assistant handed me a selection of packages and then closed the curtain and disappeared. I was holding a selection of jocks in various colours. I slowly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I still had some gentle bruising and ached but it was getting better. I wasn't too sure if I would be able to work out but I didn't want to disobey him. God. I didn't even know his name. Jesus! I slid my underpants down and pulled open the packaging of one of the jocks. It was white. I hesistated. I would have to buy this if I tried it on. I checked the label. Medium. It should fit and if it did I would buy the rest. I needed some 'fresh' pairs. I often wore just a jock when I was at home alone. I loved the feel of the cup holding my balls. and the way the straps hugged my arse. I started to get hard and had to concentrate to bring my cock under control. Next the shorts. First I tried on the longer legged pair. They looked good. I had good legs and a firm arse from all the running I did. I flexed my leg muscles and the shorts moulded to my legs. Nice. I looked at the other pair. What the fuck. I dropped the shorts I was wearing and tried on the shorter pair. Wow. Even I had to admit I looked damn hot in them. I grinned. The jock made my crotch look 'full' and I didn't even have a hardon. And my arse looked very fuckable. I'd even fuck it. Maybe not suitable for the gym but more than suitable for some of the parties I sometimes went to. Next I grabbed the singlet and slipped it on. Damn. It was too big. It hung on me like a tent. I was about to call out when the curtain was pulled back. It was the assistant. "How is everything?" I told him that the singlet was slightly too big. He disappeared leaving the curtain open. I peeped out. The shop was empty. I wondered how long it could possibly last if it was empty on a weekday afternoon. How sad as I imagined this would be a shop that I would visit regularly. He came back empty handed. "Sorry that was the last one." He looked at all the gear spread across the floor. "Look. The one I am wearing is a small. Do you want to try it on?" I told him I wasn't sure and he just smiled. "If it fits you can have it. It's fresh on this afternoon and I won't charge you for it." Before I could answer he stripped it from his body and handed it to me. I pulled my singlet off and dropped it to the floor and slipped into his. It was warm from his body but it was a perfect fit. Not too tight but tight enough that you could see that I had a flat stomach and also defined arms. I looked up and caught him staring at me. "Looks good. Keep it." I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was smooth and tanned. And for the first time I noticed he was wearing mesh tracksuit bottoms through which I could clearly see a white jock. I looked up and saw that he had been watching me. His hand dropped to his crotch and he started stroking it. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't normally into twinks but his smooth tanned skin started to make me hard. This was crazy. We were in a shop. "Don't worry. I've closed for ... stock taking." I watched as he slid his tracksuit bottoms down to reveal a tanned body that was slim but rippled in all the right places. I turned to look at him in the mirror as he kneaded his cock through his jock. I was now so hard it was evident from the shape of my shorts. He walked up behind me and lifted the singlet over my head. Dropping it to the ground he kissed the back of my neck and slid his hands round the front to my crotch and down my shorts. I moaned as I felt his hands slip in, hook the shorts and pull them down. In one fluid movement he swung around me and dropped to his knees and started licking and chewing my cock through the new jock. I moaned. All thoughts of being interrupted were gone. I was lost in the gentle tugging and licking and his tongue searched out the line between my skin and the jock and inhaled my sweaty odour. As his hands cupped my arse he pulled down the jock and let my cock spring free before taking the whole length into his young eager mouth. I moaned as I felt his warm breath on my shaft. Licking and sucking me his hands spread my cheeks and teased my hole. The pain in my shaft seemed to disappear with his excellent tongue work which only stopped when his mouth moved to my balls to suck them gently but insistently. I looked down and traced my eyes down his smooth back to his bubble butt. It was perfect and suddenly I wanted to taste it. I pushed him down onto his back and knelt between his legs. He grinned and as if reading my mind pulled his legs back to reveal his completely tan ass in his jock. He spread his cheeks and offered me his hole. I leaned forward and gently licked it. He moaned as he felt my tongue flicking the shaved, pink hole. I leaned in further and pushed my tongue in. It tasted so good. I grabbed his cheeks and pushed my tongue in further, lapping at and gobbing on his hole. One hand reached round and pushed my face into his arse. I was my turn to moan. I was only ever into twinks if they were in films being fucked mercilessly by either a daddy or a muscle guy. But here I was tongue deep in a twink and loving it. I pulled my face away and slid a finger into his hole. Damn it was tight. I pushed it in to the knuckle not without some resistance as his arse bucked and tried to push my finger out. I looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was loving it. I licked two fingers and pushed them in. To the knuckle. He whimpered in pleasure. I pulled them out and fed them to him as we stared at one another. His mouth lapped up the taste of his own arse. I pushed them back into his arse and gently fucked him. Every so often I would pull them out and either lick them myself or feed them to him. My own cock was now so hard it was dripping precum all over the changing room floor. I leaned forward to kiss him. I know what I wanted to do but wanted to make sure he wanted fucking. His hips slid up and suddenly I felt my cock slide into his arse. Raw. I started to pull out but felt his legs grip me hard. "Please" he whispered. I leaned forward and as he opened his mouth I gobbed into it before kissing him deeply. My cock felt so good in his arse that I didn't want to pull out. I slowly started to thrust into his tight hole. And god it was tight. Every thrust made him wince. But before long he was taking my cock, riding each thrust, his arms locked around me. I knew it wouldn't take me too long before I was going to cum but he wasn't letting me go. And again all I wanted was to shoot up his arse. I started to fuck him faster and I started to edge towards a climax. I looked at him and his eyes were closed. I pushed my tongue into his mouth as I felt my balls contract and my spunk speed down my shaft and into his arse. He moaned as he felt the hot slickness of my cum spread down his arse. We stayed locked together for a while before I pulled out and knelt before him. He pushed me towards him and took my cock into his mouth greedily licking it clean. He then pushed my onto my back and before I could stop him started to ride my face. I eagerly clamped his arse to my face as I heard him jack himself off. I pushed my tongue into his arse, greedy for any hint of my spunk. My tongue drove in deeper in search of my own taste as I pulled his arse onto my face. He screamed as he came. He pulled his arse off my face and pushed his cock into my mouth so that I could eat up the last spurts. As my breathing subsided he stood up, grabbed his gear and left the cubicle, closing the curtains behind him. I looked up. The mirror was splattered with his cum. Jesus. I quickly got dressed. I wiped up his cum with the singlet and stuffed in among the clothing I was going to purchase. I pulled open the curtain and he was standing behind the counter serving another customer. Two other guys were checking out the swimwear collection. I handed him my item and he looked up and smiled at me. "Did you find everything you needed?" I nodded and said yes. He rung up my purchases and put them in a bag. Before putting the singlet in the bag he lifted it to his face, sniffed it and smiled. "Do come again" he said as he handed me my receipt. As I left I just heard him say to the two guys "Take those speedos into the changing room and try them on. I'll come back with other sizes." Maybe the shop wouldn't close down after all.

Part III a I don't exactly remember getting home. Even now I have flashes of images but nothing concrete. Picking myself off the floor. Re-entering the main club. Collecting my clothes. Falling into a taxi. But nothing definite. But I do remember waking up the next morning. Sore. Battered. And when I looked in the mirror, bruised. There were finger marks around my waist where I had been held as I had been fucked. My arse was incredibly sore. I touched it gently and winced. And my cock was sore. I knew that because it was still erect. And that was the thing. Despite everything that had happened. Everything that had been done to me. The thought of it made me hard. In fact the first thing I had done when I had woken up was have a wank. Despite the pain of touching my hard shaft. Despite the pain as my spunk flew out of the head of my swollen cock. I had wanked and remembered every single moment of my abuse. Even a long hot bath didn't ease the pain I felt. And it also didn't dampen the exhilaration that I felt inside. Or the fact that my cock simply wouldn't go down. So I gave in to it. I opened a fresh bottle of poppers and lay in bed all Sunday. I watched the hardest, dirtiest porn I could. Bareback. Piss. Groups. I wanked. I ate my own cum. I fingered my sore arse. I contemplated a dildo but even the touch of its plastic head against my hole put me off. I didn't think I would be fucked for a while. By Sunday night I was exhausted. And cum dry. And finally I fell asleep. I don't remember my dreams but I woke up the next morning refreshed. And my cock had gone down but it was still sore. I looked at myself in the mirror. My lip was still swollen and the bruising around my waist had faded. I got dressed for work. I didn't want to but I had recently been promoted and I didn't think it was wise to call in sick so soon. I locked up my flat and headed for the tube. I was relatively early so knew the trains wouldn't be too full. Perhaps if I got in early I could leave a bit earlier too. I got into the lift at the station and walked on to the platform. Normally I would look at the men around me and work out which ones I would have sex with. Today I couldn't. My mind was blank. So numb. I hadn't even processed what had happened on Saturday night. And when I tried my cock started to harden. And that hurt too much. So I let my mind go blank. The train arrived and I got on. There were no seats so I stood at the end and leaned on the connecting door. I closed my eyes. I was tired. I should have stayed home. I could feel myself falling asleep. The train pulled into the next station and more people got on. I was pushed back against the door. I winced as my bruises reacted against the pressure. I closed my eyes again and tried to ignore the crush. I hated commuting and promised that I would start cycling to work again. Suddenly I felt a hand brush my crotch. The train was crowded. It was clearly an accident so I closed my eyes once more. It happened again. And this time it was more insistent. I looked up. It was him. I couldn't believe it. Where had he come from? Had he followed me onto the train? Had he just got on? He glared at me and I looked down. His hand was balled into a fist and he was rubbing it against my crotch. As the train jostled he pushed it harder and harder. My cock - of its own accord - grew hard in my trousers. I winced from the pain. I looked up again. He wasn't even looking. He looked for all the world to see as if he was listening to his music. But I could see a hard look on his face. I dropped my hand and touched his fist. Suddenly I felt a foot crush my shoe. I yelped. The pressure didn't ease on my foot. It pressed down harder. Deliberately. I moved my hand away and looked up. He was glaring at me. I dropped my hands to my side. I felt his hand unball and start to knead my aching cock hard and cruelly. I tried to push it away and again his foot crushed my shoe. The train lurched and he pushed up against me. I was powerless. I felt his hand expertly pull down my fly and enter my trousers. I moaned as he yanked my cock hard. Really hard. And out of my trousers. I panicked and looked around. I was sure someone could see. He was yanking - not wanking - my cock hard. He was pulling my foreskin back and now I regretted all the wanking from the night before. His foot stayed pressed on my shoe. Applying pressure and pain. I closed my eyes. I was scared. Suddenly it all stopped. The train had pulled into the next station and he was moving away. I stood there confused. And then I realised that most people were getting it. I quickly grabbed my cock and forced it back into my trousers. God it hurt so much. I looked up as he pushed passed. He took one look at me and winked and with expert grace he dropped something into my lapel pocket. And then he was gone. The doors closed behind him and the train started moving away. He was standing on the platform starting at me. And then he was gone. I slumped against the connecting door. My cock was swollen in my trousers. And I could feel precum leaking into my pants. Suddenly I remembered and pulled a piece of folded paper from my pocket and opened it. It was typed. "Did you not think I wouldn't find you? You are mine cunt. I bet you've been wanking all weekend. Did I say you could? May be I won't bother with you again. You are pathetic. But perhaps one more chance. Be at the gym tonight at 8.00pm. Wear a singlet. Shorts. Blue. A jock. Do not talk to me. Do not look at me. Just obey me."

Here you go, lads - let me know what you think of it... Part II I turned to walk back into the toilets. And stopped. What had just happened? Had he really spoken to me? I touched my neck. It hurt from where he had gripped me by the throat and squeezed. That was real enough. As was my hard cock in my shorts. I turned around again. He had ordered me to leave. I should. I didn't want to risk annoying him. Not because he would hurt me. But because he might not. I looked around and wondered if I could loiter outside the toilets but there was nowhere to stand. The corridor was too narrow and I didn't want to risk it. I was also confused. Did he recognise me from the gym? I didn't think so. He had never noticed me at the gym. Why had he let me stay in the cubicle then? Did he find me attractive. He couldn't, I mused. He was a muscle guy and I clearly wasn't. It was all too confusing. I walked back into the main bar. The lights had been dimmed even more. All around most of the guys were now bollock naked. As I entered hands grabbed for me. I didn't resist as I was lost in thought. But I didn't stop either. I walked to the far end of the bar where I had first seen him. As I turned round a guy knelt in front of me and pull down my rubber shorts. I didn't resist as I felt his hot mouth engulf my cock. My hand automatically went to the back of his head and pulled him deeper onto my hard cock. It felt good. I pulled open my poppers and took a deep hit. Fuck this guy was good. He was swirling his tongue around the head of my cock like an expert as one hand kneaded and pulled gently on my balls. I flattened my hand against the back of his head and slowly started to face fuck him. I looked down. It was the young guy from before. He was damn good at this! No wonder the other guy had been moaning. I put both hands behind his head and pushed deep down his throat. He didn't even gag. The poppers were making me feel all warm and sweaty. I pinched my own nipple and looked up. Guys all around were watching and nodding appreciatively as the young guy serviced my hard cock. I couldn't see him though. A thought flashed through my mind. He was still in the toilets. The centre of attention. And it wasn't with me. My cock started to soften again. I pulled out and looked down at the guy. I leaned down to kiss him and whispered I was sorry. My hands travelled down further to reach for my shorts. They weren't there. I knelt down til I was face to face with the guy as I searched for my shorts. Fuck it. He had slipped them off and now they were no where to be seen. I stood up again. I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. What the fuck was I going to do? I was going to stay. I was so horned up now that I needed to find some release. I had been bollock naked in clubs before. And I knew that I looked better than I had ever looked before. But what about the muscle guy? I was suddenly angry. Fuck the cunt, I thought. He wasn't around. I was too proud to hang around. Guys here wanted me and they could have me. I pushed my way from the bar and headed into the club proper. As I walked out hands reached for me again and I stopped every time so that I could feel sweaty flesh on my skin. More than once I kneeled down to take a hard cock in my mouth. Savouring the taste of other peoples' sweat and gob and cum on those hard shafts. I savoured the feeling as guys felt my sweaty arse and probed and teased my hole. But I moved away whenever I felt a cock against my arse. No yet. I didn't want to be fucked just yet. The main club was now a seething mass of sex to a hard dance beat. Everywhere men were fucking, sucking and kissing their way into drug-fucked oblivion. As I wasn't high it was like I was standing above them. Observing. Part of me wanted to be in the middle of that drug-fucked orgy but another part of me wasn't so sure I wanted to get that lost. Anyway where would I get drugs now? Just then I saw my mate. He was standing there looking at me. He winked and beckoned me over. "Having fun?" I told him I was horny and needed a 'little help'. He chuckled and reached down into his boot and retrieved a small bullet of paper. "MDMA" he whispered. "Just enough." He winked and walked away. I pulled open the paper and without caring who saw tipped the white powder into my mouth. It was bitter. Very bitter. So I washed it down with my water and then dropped the bottle on the floor. I loved MDMA. It worked quickly and kept me hard. And it didn't take long to take effect. Soon I was wading through walls of flesh. Rubbing against other sweaty bodies. Kissing. Groping. Licking. Sucking. Giving myself totally to the sensations around me. High on drugs. Drunk on poppers. I licked precum from my lips from all the cocks I sucked. I licked the sweat from mens backs and chased it down to their cracks. I buried my face in the pits of men I didn't even look at. It was fantastic. And then suddenly he was there. Watching. Again. I froze as he glared at me. Then I noticed. My mate at his feet. Kneeling there. Eyes glazed over. The muscle guy had his hand on the top of his head. Owning him. My mate looked up at him and smiled. And received a smack around the head for it. My cock stiffened. I felt precum ooze from the head of my cock. That should be me. He raised a finger to his lips as if bidding me to be silent. As if he knew I wanted to scream in frustration that he had chosen my mate over me. I wanted to turn and run but I couldn't . I was stuck to the spot. And suddenly he moved away from the wall and turned away from me. The sea of fucking flesh parted as he continued to walk deeper into the club. My mate tried to stand up and follow him. He was violently pushed away and fell. Lost in a sea of mouths and cocks that buried him. The guy turned around. Stared at me. And winked. Then beckoned me to follow him. I didn't hesitate. I now ignored those same hands and mouths that had been enough until then. Now I was wanted. I followed him into the deepest recesses of the club. I had never ventured this far back before. I had been told this was where the most extreme hardcore sex happened. Guys wild on drugs, high on sex, just wanting to be used. He walked ahead of me. No one touched him. Every so often he would stop and look over his shoulder and smile. Once he stopped just under a dim spotlight and stretched his hands above his back. I watched as the muscles rippled under his sweaty skin. I was in awe. I walked passed men fucking. Fisting. Pissing on one another. All the things that only moments before I craved were no longer important. I was completely focused on following him. Suddenly he stopped. And then he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. I panicked and moved faster. I was at a dead end. Where did he go? It was impossible. I began to panic. I had lost him. Shit. but as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom I made out a recess on my left. I turned and stood before it. This far back the music was but a dull thud. I heard someone move within. "Get in here fuck boy. Walk until I tell you to stop." I shivered. From fear. And expectation. Gingerly I walked into the gloom. I had no idea where I was walking. Or what I was walking into. The MDMA was at full pelt in my body. I was sweating. I was shaking. I was so hard it hurt. "Stop." I stopped and stood there shivering. "Cold are you fuck boy?" He was behind me. I jumped. I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I started to turn around. "No." He smacked me on the back of my head. Hard. "Don't turn around cunt. Who said you could. I saw you. Whore. Sucking any cock you could. Licking every arse. Gulping cum. Do you think I want me whoreboy to do that?" I shivered. He smacked me on the back on the head. "Answer me" he whispered into my ear. My legs almost gave way as I felt his mouth so close. "No. No Sir." He chuckled. "No. That's right. I decide when my whoreboy needs to perform." Suddenly I felt his fingers trace down my back. I moaned as I felt it trace my spine. "A fittie aren't you my cuntboy." I nodded as his finger slid between my arse cheeks and tease my hole. "Spread your cheeks for me boy. I want to see if this hole has been used. It better not have been." I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks. I hadn't been fucked that night. Or for weeks. I was so tight. I felt his finger push against my hole. I moaned again as he ran his finger over my arse. "Good boy. Not been fucked in a while I would guess." I nodded again. "Good. And taken candy I would guess too?" I nodded again. "Yes sir. Some MDMA." He chuckled. "Gay boy." Suddenly he grabbed me from the back, an arm around my neck and pushed a finger into my mouth. Before I could resist he was rubbing my teeth and gums. The taste was very bitter. "This will be more like it." I don't know why but I struggled which only made him clasp his arms around my chest. I struggled for a while longer until I realised it was useless. He was strong. And whatever he had given me was kicking in. A warmth invaded not only my stomach. But my cock, balls and arse. I could feel the sweat streaming off me. My head was spinning. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. "Good boy. There doesn't that feel good." I couldn't even nod. He was now standing pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock through his jock pressed against my arse. I pushed back. I wanted his cock. He laughed. "Hungry cunt boy? No. Not yet. Not yet." His hand moved down the front of my body and grabbed my cock. I moaned. He gripped the shaft tight making me moan even louder. "Mmmm. Hard. Feels good in my hand. You will make a good slave boy with a cock like this." I nodded. His hand moved up my body to my neck and squeezed around it. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the neck. "I am going to fuck you up. You hear me? I am going to own you. You cock. Your arse. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. When I want you I don't give a fuck where you are or who you are with. You will come to me. Immediately. Understood?" I nodded as his hand gripped my neck tighter. "Yes Sir. YES!" My whole body was now burning with desire. For sex. To be used. He moved away. I tried to turn around but he slapped me on the back of my head. "No boy. don't turn around. I know what you need." I winced in anticipation. My hand went to my arse and I wiped sweat off and lubed my hole. "Tell me what you want" he whispered. My mind was reeling. "I want your cock sir. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Harder than ever before Sir. I want you to own my arse." He chuckled. "Good boy. Although I am going to have to teach you to be a better begger. But not tonight. Bend over. Spread your cheeks." I obeyed. I bent over and spread my cheeks. And nothing. I held my breath. Still nothing. I started to turn my head. "DON'T MOVE!" he yelled. Suddenly I felt his arms around my waist and the most agonising pain imaginable as I felt his cock rip into my arse. I yelled from the pain and my knees buckled. He lifted me up and push his cock further into my arse. I tried to push away as he fucked me. It was too much. His cock was ripping a hole in my gut. I retched from the pain and struggled to break free. He held me tight around the waist and continued to plunge in and out of my arse. I began begging him to stop. I told him - begged him - to pull out. Whatever he had given me wasn't dulling the pain. It was intensifying the feeling. Every thrust made lights flare up behind my eyelids. I could hear him grunting with each thrust. His breathing hard and laboured. "Want some poppers cunt boy?" I opened my eyes. I didn't understand. I felt the poppers pushed into my nostril and splash up my nose. I breathed in. Anything to help with the pain. But something was wrong. My mind wasn't working. "Good boy." No. This was wrong. I couldn't understand how he could be fucking me and feeding me poppers. I could feel his breath on my face. And his cock in my arse. Ripping me open with ever deeper thrusts. His cock? No. Not his. I panicked and started to struggle. He realised that I had discovered what was going on and I could hear him laughing. He leaned forward into my face again and grabbed me by the chin. "What fuck boy? Don't you like it? Don't you like being fucked? Used?" He gobbed into my face and smeared it in. The guy fucking me was still driving deep into my arse. He wasn't stopping. The pain was reaching a crescendo in my arse. "Please. Please stop" I begged. He grabbed me by the chin again. "Stop. Isn't this what fuck boy wanted. A cock up his arse?" I moaned. He laughed. "You didn't think I was going to fuck you did you boy. No. You aren't worthy. You think I would put my cock in your arse? After what I've seen tonight. After watching you stare at me in the gym. Lusting after me. Making me the centre of your wank fantasies at home. Me fuck you? No." The guy fucking me pulled me up. And pressed me against his body. His cock, deep in my arse, started to pulse. The muscle guy stood up. "Can you feel it? Can you feel his spunk?" I could. I could feel the guy behind me shaking as he started to cum. I could feel the bristles on his clipped chest. Suddenly I knew who it was. The was the first guy I had seen. He was fucking me. Against my will. He shuddered as I felt his cum shoot into my arse. I tried to move away again but he held me in his iron grip. He licked and kissed the back of my neck as he came. And came. And came. His hot spunk filled my arse. Suddenly I panicked again and writhed desperately to get free. His hand shot forward and grabbed my cock. Squeezing it hard he started to roughly jack me off. I screamed at the sudden pain but he didn't stop. But it didn't take long. A dozen hard sharp twists and suddenly I was shooting spunk. As I shot the guy behind me let me go. I feel to the ground. Into my own spunk. The muscle guy knelt down and grabbed my face. Holding open my mouth he made me taste my own hole - he fingered my sloppy cunt, and then made me lick his hand clean. I lay on the floor in a ball. My arse was fucked raw. My cock was throbbing with pain. Suddenly I felt a boot on my face gently pressing down. "You just might do fuck boi. You might just do." And then he was gone. To be continued...

I play football and cycle so I have good legs and a decent arse but I also like my beer. So I go to the gym three times a week to keep in shape. As an added bonus, there were some hot guys in my gym and from the running machine I could watch them in the mirror. There was one guy in particular who always made my cock twitch. He was just under 6', black hair, smooth and as fit as fuck. I had never seen him naked - despite trying - but in his gym kit he always looked so hot. Always a white vest, slightly baggy but hinting at a fit body, shorts, again slightly baggy but tight enough to highlight what must be a great packet. A boy can dream. And I did. Often. At home from the gym I'd unpack my gym underwear and sniff them as I wanked to hardcore porn, alternating with poppers and imagining me and the guy getting it on. Anyway. One weekend I hadn't been out for a while on the tiles so a mate suggested heading over to Vauxhall for a leather and rubber night. I wasn't too keen. I had had a long week and fancied a quiet night in. But I decided to go and at least have a look. And watch. And if I managed to get myself sorted it was a bonus. And me and my mate often would have some fun together when we were there but nothing too heavy as we were both alike. Bottoms. So that evening I pulled out my gear to decide what to wear. First off I thought of leather. I had a harness and some chaps. But as I pulled them out a pair of rubber shorts fell out with them. I chuckled as I remembered buying them on a whim but never have the guts to wear them. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the fittest I had ever been. Fuck it I thought. I grabbed the talc. I met my mate in Barcode for a few beers and realised that perhaps the shorts hadn't been the best idea. I was already beginning to sweat between my balls and my crack and wondered how it would feel later. But again I thought fuck it. I could always strip them off completely at the club. I had a rubber cockring on and the flyer had said leather or rubber. It just hadn't specified how much. After a few beers we headed to the club. We bought our tickets and checked in our clothes. My mate had clearly decided he was going to get "sorted" that evening as all he had on,once he had checked his clothes in was a jock, gas mask and a pair of waders. I slipped my poppers into the top of my shorts and I bid him good luck and said I'd see him at the bar. At some point. Inside it was already packed. Heaving in fact. I looked at the bar and decided to give it a miss. It was rammed and someone was being rammed up against it already. I decided to go for a wander. The dance music was humming and the air smelt of sweat, poppers and various other smells which made my cock begin to twitch. As I walked past guys some of them reached out appreciatively. I reached back on occasion but I was just in the mood for looking around. Everywhere I went there were writhing bodies, men kissing, sucking or, up against the wall, being fucked hard. I spied a corner and took up position. I clicked open my poppers and took a swag. I had bought a new type and this was the first time I had opened them. They were strong. So strong they made me momentarily dizzy. It felt good but I made a mental note not to over do it. Opposite me were two guys. The first had a clipped chest and pierced nipples. The second was on his knees. He was slim and feasting on the guy's enormous cock. Every so often he would pull away and wank it furiously. The first guy had his head tipped back and was enjoying the sensation which was clearly heightened by whatever he had taken. A small spark of regret flashed through me. Not the fact that the guy had a cock in his mouth but rather that it had been too long since I had been high. I had decided a few years back that having been promoted at work it wouldn't be a good idea. Next to them was another guy. He was watching me intently. I stared back. He wasn't bad looking. As he looked at me he pulled his cock out out of his leather shorts and started to slowly wank it. He was topless and not unfit. And his cock was pretty inviting. I slid my hand over my crotch and rubbed it as we looked at each other. The poppers were still working and when he winked at me I thought what the hell and walked over. He put his hand behind my head and pushed me down. I let him push me down and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock and this wasn't a bad one. I heard him moan above the dull thump of the dance beat and push me down his shaft. I closed my eyes and started to suck him off. His cock tasted of others' spit which started to make my cock twitch. Just as I was getting into it someone tripped over my foot. I pulled back and looked up to see someone talking to the guy being sucked off. "Here. Take this." As I watched he pushed something into the guy's mouth and then pushed his fingers into the mouth of the guy kneeling down. He tweaked the guy's nipple and then began to walk away. As he walked passed one of the dim lights something made me look again. He seemed familiar. I don't know why but I stood up and turned to follow him.The guy I had been sucking off tried to grab me. I avoided his grip and shook my head. Without waiting for his reaction I started to follow the other guy. From the back I could tell he was wearing leather chaps and a harness. That was it. He looked fit. But what drew my attention was the purposeful way he was wading through the crowds. I watched as guys reached out. Sometimes he stopped to talk to them. On occasion he stopped and kissed them. But he just kept on walking. He entered the bar area and walked to a quieter part of the bar and talked to the barman. Clearly they knew each other as the barman leaned over and pushed his tongue into the guy's for a long time before turning around and giving him a bottle of water. I walked up and stood next to him. I ordered a beer. He was focused on something behind the bar. I cautiously looked at him in the light of the bar. It was the guy from the gym. I couldn't believe it. I took a second look to make sure. Yes. It was him. Here. Whenever I had seen him at the gym he had been suited and booted. Very well suited and booted. And for some reason I had always thought he was straight. It was the way he knew so many straight guys at the gym. I looked again. He was drinking from the bottle and I watched as a drop of sweat slid down his bicep. Suddenly he was looking at me. No. Glaring. I turned away. Embarrassed that I had been caught. He put the bottle down on the counter and I felt him leave my side. I could feel my face going red. Not from the poppers. Slowly I turned round and watched as he walked away. At that precise moment I made a note to change gyms. I sighed as well. He was even hotter than I thought and I noticed something about him I had never noticed before. Down the back of his spine he had a tattoo of some kind. It didn't seem to be one of those tacky tribal patterns. But I couldn't make it out. I decided to try and see what it was. But just as I was leaving the bar to follow my mate turned up. He was clearly high. I grabbed a bottle of water for him and we started to chat. He was sweating. And to be honest so was I. We had to stand close as the music was louder here and as we chatted he slipped a hand down the back of my shorts. He'd never done that before and it surprised me as I felt him finger the crack of my arse with his index finger. My cock jumped to attention. He leaned in and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek but a full-on snog. I didn't resist as I felt his tongue in my mouth. He wasn't a bad kisser. But he wasn't excellent. But it felt good to be kissed. We stopped kissing and he pulled me away from the bar and back out into the club proper. We found a corner and continued to snog. He was an eager kisser and perhaps whatever he had taken had made it worse but his tongue was all over the place. He guided my hands to his arse so I dutifully squeezed his cheeks. Don't get me wrong he had a nice arse. Furry but chunky. I slid my hands down his crack and he moaned as I found his hole. It was wet with spit and lube. I pushed a finger in. It felt warm. My cock twitched again. He pushed me against the wall and handed me his poppers as he started to lick down my chest. I closed my eyes as he pulled down my rubber shorts to release my cock. The clod air hit my cock and balls and made me gasp as he over eagerly pulled my cock out and started to suck it. Too hard. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was totally chem-delirious. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and he started to lick and chew my balls. I looked up and started to take another hit of poppers. And there he was. Standing opposite me. Watching us. He winked and smiled and walked off. My cock went soft immediately. My mate tried to take my cock in his mouth again but I pulled up my shorts, pulled him up and kissed him. He wasn't even 'there'. I leant him against the wall and walked away. My face was burning again with shame. God. How long had he been there. What had he seen. I didn't need to change gym. I needed to leave the country. Or the club at least. But first I needed a piss. I walked to the toilets. It was heaving with guys fucking and sucking. But I wasn't in the mood. I was angry. At myself. Fortunately there was a cubicle free. Before anyone, or any group could take it I went in and shut the door. I rested my head against the wall and sighed. The cubicles were clearly designed for more than one person and suddenly I felt very small. I pulled my cock out and tried to take a piss. No good. I couldn't. I stood there for what seemed ages but in the end I gave up. I decided to leave. I could always take a piss on the way home. I opened the door and there he was. Standing in the doorway. "Finished?" he said. I went mute. He sighed and pushed past me swinging the door shut behind him. As I watched he slipped his cock out from his jock and started to take a piss. I couldn't work out if he knew I was there or not but I couldn't open the door as he had his hand on it. His cock was not even hard but I could tell it was a monster. Suddenly it all felt very intimate. There was nothing else to do so I watched as his pissed into the toilet. He swung his cock round making arcs of piss in the air. I was transfixed. I looked up and saw that he was looking at me. He winked and then turned back to watch himself pissing. Finally the stream ended. He shook himself and slid his cock back into his jock. He turned and looked at me. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed me around the throat. It took me by surprise and I fell back against the cold wet wall which made me gasp. His hand tightened around my throat as he leaned into my face. I could feel his breath. It smelt of beer. And poppers. His pupils were slightly dilated. We stood like that for what seemed ages. I could feel the heat from his body. I didn't move. Or breathe. He leaned in even closer and whispered to me. "Don't you fucking go anywhere you cunt until you've asked me if you are allowed to? Got that you filthy whore?" His hand squeezed tighter. "Got that?" he repeated. I nodded. Suddenly his other hand came out of nowhere and clipped me across the head. "What did you say fucker?" I wheezed out a "Yes" and his hand dropped to my shorts and squeezed my balls hard and fast. "What?" "Yes sir!" I whispered. I could scarcely breathe. He released his hand and I gasped for air. He leaned in all the way and kissed me. It was surprisingly gentle and made me gasp again. I looked up and straight into his eyes. "No fuck off till I come for you. Cunt." He pushed open the door and manhandled me out. I stumbled to the exit and turned back. He was standing there and there was already a guy on his knees starting to pull his cock out. He pointed to the door. I turned and left. (To Be Continued)

Keep it coming mate. Great story. I'm rock hard waiting for the next part ;-)