Perverts 'R' Us

Don't Play the Cleaver Dick

By Pagan ( m/m, M+/m, rape, gb, oral, anal, BDSM )

Copyright, kayce69@fsworld.co.uk

I just saw a guy who reminded me of him, funny how your mind can recall things. He had the same white, flaky skin, thin blond hair, skinny body, pointy face, and laughing at anything just to be noticed - a real jerk, yet this guy was just like him all those years ago. What is it now, 40 odd years ago when I was 13 or 14, or whatever?

I'm Eddie. Back then I was smart, dapper, a real James Dean wannabe, trying to get the girls with the fancy hair cut, leather jacket, tightest drain pipe trousers and winkle picker shoes, unless it was the school uniform, but all in all I was happy with my lot. Then there was Richard, who must have been 18 or 19, and worked in the corner store. His white flaky skin in those white overalls looked like a cotton buds on legs, but who ended up being the jerk?

The only reason I started to get to know him was because my parents knew his mother. She'd lost her husband at the end of the war. She'd done alright though, she was the manageress of the corner store, and they lived above it. My folks ran the iron-mongers and helped out at the pub opposite. Everybody in the village drank in the pub, so you couldn't help but bump into people.

In those days, being 13, you had to be clever to get out and stay out, and as Richard needed friends, I found myself telling my folks I was visiting him. They had this flat and there was a huge room above the shop, all beams and wood. They kept all sorts in there, but weren't allowed to live in it, fire rules or something. It was a bit like a den and my folks knew him and his mother and thought he was alright. Me, I couldn't stand him, but I could use him. You know, call in, stay for an alibi, and then nip off to my real mates and the girls.

The dick head thought I was his mate and made a fuss, so I played it for all it could make me. He got fags, booze, and dirty books, which he could store in the big room. He even lent money, not that he ever saw it back, and that's where I think I went wrong.

Thirteen was a good age for pumping the meat, and I did it a lot. Thinking about girls' cunts and deliberately looking up the skirt of any age of female were more than a hobby. When it came to the female sex, I was one horny bastard. I talked of nothing else. Come on, at that age, who didn't?

It was the main topic of conversation. Whenever I wanted something at Richard's, I'd ply him with stories of what skirt I'd looked up, who's tits I'd seen, and of course I'd spice it up just to get more fags and drink a few of his bottles. He used to soak it in like a sponge, so if he wanted more stories I started making bigger demands on him. I made sure he started getting better, more explicit books and magazines.

Boy did he get some hot stuff, real naked, big-titted females. It started on an evening I was going round to his flat. My plan was half an hour there, then out to the park to enjoy the heat of the summer night and meet the gang. My folks and his mother were going to a garden party. His mother was being promoted and they were moving in a few months, so they were using it as some sort of celebration.

I changed into shorts and a tee shirt, and then I, being clever, arrived as his mother was leaving, just to make it look good. I'd been told to get back by ten, but they would be back around eleven thirty. I felt like some sort of bloody Cinderella, but those were the rules in those days.

Anyway, he offered me a beer and we went into this den place. We used an old bed in one corner to sit on, and he brought out the cigarettes. We lit up, and then he asked me if I'd seen any tits. I spun him a line about some girls at school, and it was then that he got a book and dropped it in my lap.

I opened it and wow, this was the business. Far better than the big tits, this kind of book was unheard of in those days. I started reading, and he got another book, gave me another beer, and we both lost ourselves in the superb filth.

After about three pages, my cock was bursting to get out. It was as hard as a rock, and I could see it inside the leg of my shorts. I looked at him and he had a bulge in his shorts too, but his end was peeking out. The tip was a very white-pinky color. I tried to make it sound like a joke, but I was serious - I had to get out of there - as I said, "Can I take this home?"

He grunted, "No, these don't leave here. Too many dangers, might get caught, want another beer?"

I had over half the last one still, but I tried to be big, "Yes, open another." Although I was feeling a little bit light-headed, I let him open another.

I was lost in the stories, drinking and thinking, and was I horny. Fucking hell, I was almost shaking when suddenly Richard put his hand on my leg. "Good ain't they?"

I swallowed. "Fucking ace," I said, but I just kept hold of the book and he didn't move his hand.

I kept reading about women tied and raped, descriptions of them being fucked, and being forced to suck cocks. For a kid of my age it was a real turn-on, and then I turned a page. Fucking hell! Pictures! I had to have a pull.

I don't know how, but he knew. His hand now stroked up further, it was the same leg that had my hard cock down and it felt different. He spoke, his voice very shaky, "If you want to wank it, go ahead. I do, it's OK."

His hand left my leg and he pushed the leg of his shorts up. He pulled the full length out and started stroking it. I thought, why not, so I did the same. There were both of us, slowly pumping the meat and looking at these books.

Out the corner of my eye, I could see him sliding his hand over his long, white cock. The head seemed to be covered in slime, but he was moving real slow, where I was jerking at mine. Suddenly I couldn't hold any longer and I came all over my hand and shorts.

I lay back on the bed. I had cum really heavily my head was spinning. I wasn't aware he had stopped playing with himself until he startled me by starting to clean me up. From somewhere he had a damp cloth and he was wiping the cum off my shorts. I felt him touch my cock, and from that somewhere he also had some cream that he was spreading on the end of my cock. It felt good.

I lay with my eyes shut, but I could feel him slowly sliding his hand up and down my cock, letting it slip through his fingers. I was getting hard again, and I knew I had to stop him, so I stirred.

I went to move, but he said, "It's OK, you just look at the book. This is only because you're my mate and tell me stories. I owe you this," he carried on with one hand as he thrust the book towards me. These books had made me so horny, so like a prat I meekly took the book.

I was staring at a picture of a woman, tied over a table and surrounded by cowboys. Two of them were at her, one up her cunt and the other ramming his into her mouth, and it looked good. It felt good, too. He was sliding his hand up and down my cock, his grip slipped my foreskin down, making the head sensitive, his other hand slid up the inside of my leg. He forced a groan from me as I felt his fingers slip under my shorts and tickle my balls.

I suddenly realized I had a power over this jerk, and all of a sudden it dawned on me that I had my own pathetic hand-maiden, so I let the stupid dick get me off.

He slipped up and down my dick for a while. Trouble was, it was a new sensation and I could feel myself building again. The sight of these women bound and being raped was bad enough, but with him working on my balls and giving me the slippery grip, it wasn't long before a shot another load, this time covering his scaly white hand.

When I pulled myself together I had a quick thought of going somewhere to wash my dick. I didn't fancy catching anything from him, so I made my excuses and nipped to the toilet.

I washed my cock in the sink and wiped more cum off my shorts before returning to the den. He was on the bed playing with his white stick, as it looked. He looked at me, "You want to jack me off?" He looked pathetic, and I told him to fuck off, I had to go. I just took a book and headed for the door, leaving him to his own devices.

When I got home I still had an hour before the folks got back, so I was in bed, book open, and pumping the meat for a third time. I hadn't quite gotten the knack like him, the slow, slippery strokes weren't the same, but you can bet I shot another load before hiding the book and drifting into a fantasy bondage-rape dream.

I walked to school in the morning with an extra spring in the step. My own hand-pumping maid! I spent the whole day thinking of ways to use this loser and get maximum pleasure from it. I had a power over him - he liked to pull my dick.

His mother was some kind of area supervisor or area manager, I wasn't sure, but anyway she had to oversee other local branches when they did a stock take. It was a week the following Sunday, and he had bumped into me twice during the week, telling me he had more bondage stuff and could he have his book back. I fobbed him off, told him I had a date, and would see him sometime with the juicy details, so he was best off waiting. He did as he was told.

This particular Sunday I was getting grief from my parents. "Do this, do that," so it was time to take the book back.

I climbed the steps up to his flat. I grinned, "What can I get out of him today?"

He opened the door, and before he could say anything I quickly said, "Brought that book back. Hide it from your mother."

He smiled, "Come in, she's not here."

I swaggered in. "Got a packet of cigs?" he pulled a packet out his pocket. I looked at them, "No, a full packet." He went towards the door to the roof space, I shouted after him, "Get a beer while you're going."

He brought the cigs and beer, and I pocketed the cigs. Then I asked him for one of his. He looked at me and I quickly followed with, "I'll need a smoke while I tell you about Ann Oliver." That got the smokes out and the top off the beer.

I made myself comfortable and told some made-up story of how I was dating Ann and she let me put my hand up her skirt and into her pants, telling him how I fingered her cunt then pulled her blouse up and touched her tits. She even let me pull her nipples. He took it all in like a dust bin.

He looked at me, "Wouldn't you like to tie her up and do anything to her? You like bondage, I can tell because these books get you excited." I nodded. "Do you want to see another?" I took another swig of the beer and nodded. He scurried away and got another book. I stood up, flicked the cig into the fireplace, took another swig of beer, and grabbed the book off him.

Before I had chance to sit down, he opened the book to an incredible picture, again cowboys. There was one woman bound to a post, her left leg bent behind and up, her right leg held out to the side while one guy fucked her, bending and biting at her tits. You could see he pain in her face. Then there was another younger woman, who was tied over a saddle on a stand. Two cowboys were whipping her arse and all the men were naked with huge, hard cocks.

Richard was still behind me. "Look at those cocks. Yours will be like that soon, and you'll fucking big-titted women just like your Ann," I felt his hand on my leg.

It ran over the front of my shorts and then his fingers squeezed around my rigid cock. He carried on squeezing and releasing and I carried on reading and looking.

His other hand flicked the button on the top of my shorts, and the zip easily slid down. His hand immediately slid into the top of my pants. His hands worked quickly, one set of fingers wrapped around my cock while the other peeled my shorts and pants down. He was panting down my ear.

I knew his face was close to mine, and I turned my head slightly. "I need five pounds today." He was now playing with my balls with one hand, his other hand slid over my hard cock head as he hoarsely whispered, "Yes, yes, OK I can get it."

I let him carry on. He moved for a second and I heard the squelch of liquid, then his hand was back. The cool cream made me shiver as it slipped over the head of my now rigid cock. Trying to look oblivious to him, I carried on looking at the pictures of bound women as he stayed behind me slipping his fingers around and up and down my cock. Fingers caressed my balls as I tried to concentrate on the book. Suddenly he whispered, "Wouldn't you like to be tied up? Bet it feels good."

I ignored him and just let him jerk me off. He was doing a good job. I opened my legs as his hand moved and slid from behind me between my legs and tickled my balls. His other hand was now making the end of my cock sensitive again. It was impossible not to get hard and soon impossible to control myself. I shot my load all over his hand and his mother's hearth rug.

I stood there as he rushed to get cloth, towel, and water. Soon he was kneeling in front of me, cleaning my sticky, juiced-up cock, and then he was scrubbing the floor at my feet as I pulled my pants and shorts up. "You got that fiver?" I asked.

He went to a tin in the kitchen and brought it. As he handed it to me, he said, "You want to tie me up and do what you like?"

I pocketed the five pound note and turned, with a, "Yeah, maybe next time," I was out the door, book in hand and gone.

I'd been there three more times, and each time he'd gotten his hands in my pants. The first two hand jobs cost him packets of smokes and a few beers while he did the business. The third time, I wanted some cash, so I let him tie my hands behind me while he pumped me off. Each time he wanted me to do him, but as they say in the best of circles, I made my excuses and left him to jerk his own slimy, white meat.

It was when I came home from school on the Thursday that the shit hit the fan. Mother was asking the old man which outfit to wear for what. I asked what was happening, and they told me they were going to the local air force base on Saturday evening for a garden party. They were staying the night and having a tour of the base before a dinner that evening. Hopefully they'd be back late on Sunday, if not early Monday morning. I guessed that meant if father didn't get pissed.

My mind went into overdrive - Sunday all to myself, girls, sex, and booze. I could see me now, banging away at Ann Oliver, Heaven, and then they dropped it. Richard's mother was going too and as I was such good friends with Richard, they had arranged for me to stay there. Our shop would be locked up.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm not being stuck with that fucking arse-hole! Right. Start thinking fast." My gear could be hidden in my satchel, and I could take it with me when I went there for the alibi, then get out and have fun after they left. I could always flick my bedroom window open. I had a way of getting in, and then back to dick-head's before Sunday night. Yes, all was not lost.

Saturday evening arrived, and I really tried to act cool. I wore the same old shorts and tee-shirt, and even made it look like I had some games in the satchel. They really didn't need to know what I was planning. I made sure that my window looked locked, and then, looking like innocence itself, I wished them a great time and walked to his flat, a smile on my face and my mind full of a drunk, naked Ann Oliver.

His mother was just getting her jacket. She was polite and said all the right things about food and squash and not to stay up too late etc, etc. I said all the right things back and she left.

He was all excited and told me he'd gotten books and some cream, I remember his face when I said, "It ain't going to be that way. I'm into girls and I'm going to see one in a couple of hours. I'll be back tomorrow, just before they get back, but I'll have a drink while we are waiting."

He looked really pissed off, but he reluctantly got the beers, and showed me a new book. I looked at him, I thought I'll try it on, "Lend me a few pounds, like to show off to the girl," I played my ace card, "and I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night."

He looked at me, "No, no more money. You haven't paid me back for any of it."

I thought, "What's up with this dick head? Why's he being a little shit? Still, must get money,"

"Oh come off it, Richard. Just the once, I promise I'll make it up to you, what comes out of my mouth is my word."

He drank the content of his bottle, "Only if you let me tie you up and, you know."

I took a swig, "I haven't got time, maybe tomorrow."

He shook his head, "Then you can have the money tomorrow."

As I took another swig I thought, "What's this bastard on with? But if he wants to be clever than so do I."

"OK just for a short time, just be quick, but I'll need a fiver."

He took a fiver out of his pocket and gave it to me, "I thought I got you, you dick head."

He had a bag from beside the sofa, he searched in at then turned to me and said, "Better take your tee-shirt off, don't want it marked."

I played along and whipped my shirt off, and then I thought, "Get on with it, I turned and put my hands behind me, but it wasn't rope. It was a small strap, and before I had time to speak, he buckled it on really tight. I turned and shouted, "That's fucking tight! It will mark me, ease it off."

Before I had time to react he grabbed my head and pulled it back, my mouth open automatically, I was about to yell, "Aahhhh!" when what seemed to be a handkerchief was stuffed in it. Package tape was wound around my head, trapping it in. He stood up and looked at me.

I tried to make some sort of noise, but it muffled into nothing as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up, his white flaky face grinning at me all the time.

His hands went to the top of my shorts and flicked the top button off then he just ripped the zip down. I had regained some of my senses and mumbled at him with pleading eyes, he pushed the shorts down and grabbed at the waistband of my pants, "My rules now," is all he said.

He pulled my pants down around my ankles, stood and swung his hand at my arse, "Step out of them, now," I muffed and mumbled but he raised his hand again so I stepped away from them, "Kick off the shoes," I did.

I stood there, bound and gagged, thinking, "You're having some fun, aren't you? Just get it out your system and let's get the fuck out of here."

I looked at the top of his head, thin blond hair and dandruff. It smelled sickly, just like him. He was digging through his bag, I thought "cream" and I was right.

He smiled up at me as he slid his cream-covered hand all over my cock, then he started to slide it up and down, dragging the foreskin down, then letting go, slipping back up and dragging down again, his thumb rubbing over the tip, and of course I was getting hard.

I stood there as he played with my hardening cock, thinking "Why has done this power thing? I'll cum quickly and that will be it. As soon as he unties me I'm grabbing my bag and getting back through my window, I'm fucking out of here, fiver and all."

He carried on pulling on me. I didn't bother watching him, and then it happened. I felt movement and looked down. A looped rope was being slid down my hard cock and over, behind my balls, with one swift movement he jerked up, the loop closed trapping the base of my cock and balls. He stood and yanked upwards, my cheeks blew out and I squealed in to the gag - fuck, that hurt!

As he picked up the bag, he grinned into my wide eyes and jerked again making me follow him into the loft room. I had no option. I was like his fucking dog on a lead.

He pulled me over to the bed. It had been cleaned up - there was nothing on it and the slatted wooden head and foot boards had been refitted. He turned me and shoved me down, and I sat there with fury in my eyes. I wanted to go on my date not play silly fuckers with this dick head.

He never said a word. His hand went into the bag and he pulled out a length of rope and started to tie my ankles together. I tried to kick out, but he still had the other rope close by and a quick jerk had me whining and still. He locked my ankles together, stood and just gently tugged the rope around my cock.

He ran his cream-covered hand over my face. "So, how's it feel to be jerked off? You owe me and as they say in the films. It's payback time. Argue with me and you'll never use that cock. I'll cause you a lot of pain, just like you caused me, but in a different way. Now, don't speak."

He tore the tape off, dragging hairs from my neck, and then he pulled the rag from my mouth. I coughed, choked and was just about to give him my full verse in four letter words when he jerked again - that took my breath away.

His twisted mouth leered at me, "Shut up. Keep your mouth open. Now for my fun," he undid his trousers and let them fall, his baggy pants dropped next, and he stood there, skinny white legs and this pinky-white cock sticking out from between the split in his shirt.

He slowly mouthed the words, "Suck it."

I spat, "Fuck off!"

The slap on my face coincided with the vicious jerk on my cock. I squealed, and as the pain in my brain cleared, he grinned at me. "I'm going to stuff this in your mouth and you're going to suck it and if I were you, I'd do a good," he tugged on the rope, "pain-free job."

"Shit!" my mind suddenly told me. I was in big trouble. He was serious and I wasn't controlling him. I was helpless and he could do what he liked with me.

The pink, slimy cock slowly moved towards my mouth. I swallowed and I looked up at him. His eyes filled with lust and then it touched my lips. It just kept pushing. I felt the rope on my balls tighten. The feeling of nausea as the smell attacked my nose was almost gut-wrenching, but I had to open my mouth.

The white meat sank into my mouth and I started to suck. It tasted foul, but he now had hold of my head and was dragging it back and forth up and down his cock, "Lick the head," I licked around into the foreskin and tickled the end. It was fucking awful, but if I didn't he pushed further, ramming into the back of my throat.

I was trying to open my throat. I knew he wouldn't take it out and the gagging was making me feel sick. All I could see was this white stomach and the few blond hairs over his cock as they got closer and closer to my face.

I was trying to make an 'O' with my lips so as to get him off. My tongue pressed on the end, but he was still pushing, trying to make me swallow the length. He was grunting as he thrust his meat into my mouth. I felt like I was drowning, he held my head and kept pushing at me, fucking my face. I knew he was close; his stomach was pushing at me. I heard him, "Come on you little shit, suck my cock. Suck it all. I'm going to fill your mouth with juice, and then you're going to clean it just like I cleaned yours, only it's going to be your tongue that's doing the licking."

He was holding the back of my head. His other hand reached down and twisted one of my nipples, and again I squealed around his cock. "That's it, make a noise. It feels really good over my bell-end. Come on, make a noise or I'll pull your fucking nipples off."

I "aaahhh"-ed and "mmmm"-ed around the cock, anything to make him cum. It was seemingly going on forever when I tasted it - the first spurt of his juice, then another and more. I gulped and tried to swallow. He was screaming at me to swallow it, but he wouldn't take his cock out of my mouth. I thought I was going to vomit all over it as some dribbled out around his cock, but I managed to take most of it down.

I choked, but still he left it in, "Lick it and suck it clean. It's nice to see what should come out your mouth and it ain't your word." My tongue worked over and under it as I tried to get the juice off the sticky end. Then he pulled it out. It wasn't soft, and he moved his hips, making it swing and wave in front of my face. "Kiss it, kiss it all over."

I kissed it, and I suddenly felt the jerk on the rope. "Not like that! Pretend it's Ann Oliver, really give it a snog." I started to slaver over it, kissing up and down. I could feel its length on the side of my face as it fattened to my touch. Then he held it up, "Don't forget the underside, and especially my balls."

Helpless as I was, I did as he said, kissing and licking at the underside of his cock. Then he pushed his balls at me. They tasted sweaty and foul, but I licked them. He wasn't going to let me go until this deed was done. He made me work on his cock for a while until it was beginning to fill out. "I think I'll have it back in your mouth," I opened my mouth and he rested it just inside. "Tickle the head, give me some tongue, try and get your tongue down my peeing hole and make sure you move your tongue fast or I'll move my hand faster."

Another tug on my already strangled cock had me flicking all over the end of his foul meat. I could feel it getting harder and I prepared myself for another mouth fucking, when he suddenly stopped. As he moved to his right, so he yanked on the rope. My squeal was cut short as the rag was jammed back in my mouth. He grinned as he wound the tape around my head, sealing my mouth completely.

He stood back, and I just stared at him as he pulled his shirt off. The sight of him naked was hideous - skinny and white, and parts of his torso flaked badly. He didn't care what I thought. He just jerked the rope and said, "Stand."

I stood and he pulled, making me jump behind him until I stood in front of the bed base. He turned me around, and then dragged the rope up between the staves and pushed me over the back bar. Before I could do anything, he wrapped the rope around my neck, keeping me in the bent position.

My pointless mumbling and protesting only earned my bare arse a painful spank, and then I felt the finger. Cream was being forced between my arse cheeks, and the realization of what was going to happen made me panic, but I couldn't move. He never said a word, just stood beside the bed so I could see him, and then he rubbed cream all over his cock before winking at me and moving behind me.

I heard the bag being dropped, and then my elbows were strapped tightly together. My wrists were freed, only for one wrist to be roped, forced sideways, tied off to one of the side staves on the bed base. The same thing was done to my left wrist. I couldn't move, and I was defenseless, just the way he wanted me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt his fingers pull my arse cheeks apart. "Ooooh, Eddie, this is going to be so enjoyable. And you thought it was you that was going to be doing the fucking," he sniggered, "Not the one bent over getting fucked." I felt the tip of his cock push at the entrance, and then he was shoving. Even at that age, I knew it was useless to fight. I could feel it opening me, and the end was beginning to slide through the ring and it hurt.

His hands gripped the rail and he pulled himself until I felt my arse ring close over his cock head. He was inside me and pushing himself up. He worked his cock in and back, in and back, fucking my arse, burying up as far as he could, just making grunting sounds like some sort of pig as he buggered me. The pain was getting to me. Every time he thrust forward he deliberately kneed the back of my knees, making me bend. The rope around my cock tightened, and I had to wiggle my arse to help it release the knot, and that was just what he wanted.

He fucked my arse using long, slow thrusts. He was in no hurry, and he was enjoying my total humiliation. He deliberately made me grunt, making sure the wooden bar thumped into my stomach every time he pushed deep into me.

Then he would pull back, leaving the head up me and then slap my arse until I bounced and wiggled for his pleasure. Then he would drive in fast, bringing his hand round to toy with my nipples. It seemed like eternity until I felt hot juice filling my bowels.

He pulled out and walked around the side of the bed where I could see him. He still had that stupid fucking smile on his white face as he gripped his cock and waved it at me. "Usually I would have it licked clean, but I feel like a pint so I'll forego that pleasure for now." I tried to scream at him, but it just made him smile more.

I watched as he dressed, "I need some money. Oh yes, I know where there's a fiver," he went a fetched my shorts, dug in the pockets and took back the fiver. He came back to me, checked that my mouth was still well-sealed, pulled on the ropes holding my arms wide, and then slapped my arse hard while he bent to check my ankles.

I heard him messing around in that bag, then I felt a strap go around my legs just above my knees and around the middle stave in the bed base locking me to it, making sure the rope from my neck to my balls was still tight. He began to really spank me - a vicious ten slaps left me squealing. He laughed, "Just making sure you're going nowhere, and I have you where I want you. By the way I always get randy after a drink, so see you later."

I watched him leave. Trying to escape was impossible. I was held firm and really sore. I could see my cock, it looked fat and blue. I didn't want to move too much; I could see my balls still had a little room, but any silly movement and I knew I would be screaming.

My arse felt strange. Some of his juice was leaking out and it felt sticky. There was still the taste of what he had fucked into my throat, and my first thought was that I had made too much of a fool of him. My second thought was that he had me totally helpless. I could do nothing to stop him, so what else had he planned for me?

I stayed bent like that for about an hour, and then I heard the door key click. I turned to see him coming in. He was making silly, "ssshhhhh" noises, and then my heart sank. I felt sick to my stomach, for following him through the door were three more men. I say men, because they were at least in their forties.

Don't take this wrong, but to put it bluntly, if I hadn't been so scared, I would have said it looked like a misfits outing. They all stared at me. One ugly fat man slapped Richard on the back, "Shit, Dicky, I thought you were pulling our pricks, but he's a fine piece of young ass." He moved towards me, "My, my, are you Richard's going away present? Hello, little boy."

The other two were saying something to Richard, but I was too busy watching this fat bloke as he came up to me. He put the bottle of beer down and stood behind me, his hands immediately stroking over my naked arse.

I heard him, "I love them when they're young and… mmmmm… nice, round, and firm," he squeezed my cheeks.

Richard laughed, "Can't keep your hands off the goods for a minute, can you? Well, just hang on, Barry, John and Lionel want to look at our little playmate."

I felt a finger push into my arse hole as this jerk bent and whispered, "Later."

My legs were released and my wrists undone from the bed, but then pulled forward as the rope was wrapped around my stomach and tied off behind me, keeping my wrists fastened firmly to my sides. The rope was unwound from my neck and Richard pulled on the rope. They all laughed as he dragged me by my cock into the middle of the room. With that same sickly smile, he said, "Meet my friends. They've been dying to meet you."

The fat one, Barry, looked me over, "He looks frightened."

The one called Lionel laughed. It was a very silly laugh, and when he spoke his voice was high, like a girl's, "He will be when he sees what you got in your trousers, darling."

The one called John came closer and bent. He tickled my bound cock, and it was so sensitive it jumped. He looked up at me, "Glad to see there's still some life in it. I will have some HARD work for it later, but first," he looked at the others, "Heads or tails?"

Richard dragged me to him, "We are going to take the gag out, same rules apply, silence and servitude, you don't speak unless we say so, understand?"

I was shaking. Richard I knew, but these three looked strangely at me. Even at that age I knew how doing what I was told was the wisest way to avoid giving these perverts the pleasure of giving me pain.

Lionel was the first to rip at the tape, peeling it around until it stung as it tore off my skin. He dug into my mouth, pulling at the cloth. With my arms still tied the way they were, I didn't move as he took it out. I stayed silent as he gripped my jaw and ran his thumb over my mouth. "Ooooohhh, such a soft pair of lips. Oh, you're such a perfect little sweetie," he bent close to me and licked my top lip, "Oh, I do hope I get heads."

I stood there, tethered to Richard as the three men looked in their pockets for a coin. Lionel looked over to Richard, "As Richard's already fucked him, so it's between us three. Odd one out has seconds, along with Richard."

I watched in horror as each of them took a coin out of their pocket and opened their hand. Lionel's squeaky voice giggled, "Oh shame, John, looks like me and Barry get first pokes. Barry darling, do you want to have some fun with his firm little bum?"

It was me they were talking about. I wanted to yell at them, but all I dared do was watch as they took their clothes off. I felt sick. I felt as though I was going to pass out as Barry said, "Why not? I'll fuck his cute little mouth later."

Richard went to hand the rope to the one called Lionel. I was trying not to cry, I almost blubbered, "Please Richaaarrrrhhh," Lionel pulled the rope hard, jerking me up on to my toes, "Get your delicious arse over there, sweetie. You aren't the one saying 'please', you're the one that's going to be doing the pleasing. Now, shift."

I was dragged towards the bed. Barry was already sat on the side, his cock stuck out long and hard. He had the bottle of cream, and he was tipping it as he undid the top. As Lionel spun my round to face him I just caught the first drop of cream as it splat onto the rampant head.

Lionel grabbed my jaw again, forcing my lips to purse. I felt something wet and cold push in between my arse cheeks as Lionel grinned, "Nice lips. Now, bend over and use them. You can't suck my cock from there," I looked down to see this fat, short cock sticking out from under his fat stomach. I felt a tug on my cock. I had to do it. As I bent towards his filthy meat, I felt a finger find my arse hole and shove more cream into me.

The hand on my head shoved me down. I bounced on the fat stomach as the hard cock smacked into my face. He was shaking, and I could feel his excitement. I was being forced to capture his cock in my mouth, but the man behind me was dragging me back as he pushed his cock at my arse.

Lionel pushed at me, "Back you go, little darling. Sit on his cock, then you better start sucking." I moved as I felt the meat push between my arse cheeks. "Don't fight sweetie, you're going to get a fucking tonight that you will never forget, so you may as well get used to it."

My hips were held firmly as I felt the meat pushing at me again. Bent the way I was, it found the ring and started inwards. I "mmmm"-ed around the cock, and then suddenly realized he would love that. Too late, a tug of the rope and the words, "Keep the moaning going," meant him fucking my mouth was not enough. I had to pleasure him more.

The cock fucking my arse sank in and started to work its way up me with slow, long strokes as I heard his throat rattle with satisfaction. He started fucking harder, and I could hardly breathe as he shoved me forward onto the cock in my mouth.

I tried harder to make noises that vibrated around the cock in my mouth, hoping he would pull it back from my throat. I knew that using a tongue excited these perverts, allowing me room to breathe, thank god it did.

Barry slid his back and forth, each upward stroke fucked further into my pain-filled arse. He kept this up, sometimes slow, other times fast. He just held my hips and used me while the same was happening to my mouth. I soon found out the best thing to do was moan and rasp around the cock head, that way he only kept it touching my throat. I licked at it as fast as my concentration would let me, trying to please him and get it out of my mouth while enduring my arse rape.

As he started to cum, a flash blinded me. I didn't have time to react as my head was held and the cock pumped more filth into my mouth. Some leaked out around the cock while the rest slid into my throat and down into my stomach. Lionel squealed, "Oh what an adorable mouth! Sucks so soft. Can't wait to fuck it again, and Barry, how's his arse?"

As I felt him start to fill my bowels with more juice, he groaned, "Fucking tight, but I don't know for how long. God that was good! Who's fucking his arse next?"

I staggered forward into Lionel's fat gut as the cock up my arse was pulled out. I heard Richard say, "Go on, John mate. Take your pick. I've already had both. I'll take what's left."

John looked at me, "I think I'll pole him. He can sit on me. I'm afraid you'll have to bend your knees a bit to fuck his mouth, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it anyway."

Lionel pulled me across to John. He looked at me as he took the rope, "You learnt? You going to do as you're told, or do I need to keep your cock on a rope?"

I nodded. I could hardly speak, but a pathetic, "Yes," found its way out.

He bent and pulled the loop off and slid it off my cock. I groaned as the blood started to circulate again, but all he did was drag me towards the bed. Barry laughed as I staggered by him, "Good fuck, kid,"

John got on the bed and lay down. "On the bed, kid," I struggled on. "Suck it until it's really hard, then you sit on it, understand?"

I managed to kneel and used my tongue to get it into my mouth. As I knelt there sucking at this next cock, Lionel was behind me playing his hands over my raised bum, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart. "He's young, it will tighten quickly." He turned to Richard, "I've cleared it with the lab at the paper. Anyway, he owes me and he's such a dear so he will develop anything we get. Got a beer before you get stuck into his mouth?"

I sucked the cock hard and kept sucking, working my tongue over it until he pulled my head up, I didn't need telling, I worked my way around and waited. He held me as I straddled his hips. I watched helplessly as he creamed his cock, preparing it. Then I had to move forward. I remember biting my lip as he grinned at me while making me slide on and down it. It didn't hurt at first, but it was longer than the others and it seemed to go on and on. Then it hurt as I slid down its full length, it filled me.

He kept hold of the cream. Grinning up at me, he started to rub it onto my sore cock, he pulled my foreskin up hard and then let go, repeating and repeating as he dragged me up and down his cock. Richard took that as his cue and climbed onto the bed. He lay back against the wall, swigging a beer and waving his cock in my face.

He pulled the bottle from his mouth, "Hello, hot shot Eddie. Look what I got. Come on get it back in your mouth. I've got a liking for your lips sucking around this, and I'm going to have you sucking this a lot this weekend," he raised his voice for all to hear, "So get fucking used to it."

He moved forward, grabbed a handful of hair, and laughed as he said, "Where's your spiv boy hairdo now?" and slammed his cock at my mouth. I had no choice - I opened my mouth like some pathetic wimp and he used it. He had me licking his meat, kissing it, and running my tongue all over it as he fucked in and out, using my hair as a lever to pleasure himself with. I didn't have time to struggle, as all the time I was being bounced up and down, my hole being stretched as the other cock banged into my arse. The humility of it all was, as this John used my cock to make me bounce so I got hard, Barry laughed at me as he took delight in pointing it out to everybody that I must be enjoying it.

I couldn't understand it - here I was being raped at both ends, this bloke was pulling on my cock and nature was taking its course. Thank god the cock up my arse hurt as he started to cum and I was in pain and lost my erection. Richard just kept fucking my mouth, making me choke and humiliating me with his snide remarks. "So come on, clever Eddie, lad about town, so called girly screwier, who you gonna tell this story to? Like to be there when you tell them how you bounced on a cock up your arse while sucking on another stuck down your throat, and just you keep sucking on it. I promise you, you'll be the first to know when I've finished."

He pulled my head around while I tried to get him off. It must have taken another five or six minutes of face-fucking for me to get my throat filled again. He kept shaking my head until he was satisfied I'd sucked it all out, and then he held it in while he pinched my nipple, making sure I swallowed it all this time.

As I chocked and spat, John rolled to the side, tipping me off onto the bed. They all decided it was rest and drink time. I heard Lionel giggle, "Give the little plaything time to get over one good fucking before we have some fun with him again."

John suggested I should be taken to the toilet and he'd do it. I stood in the toilet, naked and bound, not daring to speak as this man held my cock and aimed it. It hurt to piss, but I did it. It came as little surprise that he enjoyed playing with my cream-covered cock as he flicked the drips out. I groaned as he jerked at it, but he said, "Just you do as you're told and you'll get through. Now it's time to have you back on the bed."

I was surprised as he untied the rope around my waist and released my arms, they were sore. He just nodded towards the bed, and like some little scolded boy, I climbed on. He grabbed my wrists and tied them together, and then up above my head to the top bar on the headboard. My ankles were secured to the bottom, so I just lay there, naked and stretched out for all to see.

I tried moving to ease the pain in my arse, plus trying to get rid of what I had been swallowing, which had left a foul taste. That was enough to keep my mind off how I had come to be stretched out as a fun object for four perverts instead of out showing off to Ann Oliver.

I don't know how long I lay there, couldn't have been long, when John came through the door. He stopped and turned back to them, "Half an hour and I mean half an hour, and remember it was my idea."

I watched him walk towards me, his semi-erect cock swung as he grinned at me. He never spoke as he climbed onto the bed and lay beside me.

I looked up at the ceiling, but he pulled my jaw around to look at him, "You ain't a bad-looking kid. You remember what I told you?" I nodded, "Right, now I like little boys, mostly younger than you, but you look good so you and me are going to have half an hour together and just think if you need someone on your side if Lionel gets slap-happy and wants to hurt, you better indulge me."

His mouth bent and covered mine. It was disgusting as he mashed his lips over mine. He pulled back, "I said indulge me, that means open mouth and tongue. You do it with girls, now you do it with me," He started at me again, and this time I opened my mouth and let him shove his tongue inside it. Then I had to do the same with him, it was then that I felt his hand on my cock, working it, and playing with me as he slowly started to pull the foreskin back and forth. He was jerking me off.

He was good, he knew what to do. It was working on me and he knew it. I was too young to be able to control myself and he was getting to me. He stopped slavering all over my mouth. "You can't get out of this door or the front door and there's three others who would dearly like to hurt you if you tried, so I think it would be alright to untie you. You will behave yourself and do as you are told, won't you?"

I had no choice. I gave in. The fight was lost a while ago. He untied my legs and wrists and I just lay there. I didn't know what I was expected to do.

He just grabbed me and pulled me to him, slavering over my mouth as he brought his knee up and parted my legs. His knee worked under me rubbing back and forth under my balls while his hand caressed my cock. He wasn't going to stop until I was hard.

He didn't stop, and when I got hard he looked and smiled. Then he moved down and started to suck my cock. I had never felt anything like this before. My mind raced. If this is what an old perverted bloke does, god, what would a lovely girl be like?

He pushed my legs wide and started tickling my balls as his mouth moved slowly up and down. I just closed my eyes. I couldn't help it, after all they'd done I was exhausted and this was just relaxing me. I was almost out of it when a bright light flashed.

I blinked, and as my eyes cleared there was Lionel with a camera, "Aww, didn't you look a sweetie. I would go as far as to say that you had a smile on your face, and sure did make a pretty picture. You want your pretty boy to fuck your arse, John?"

John leaned back, and his grin said it all. "You can fuck my arse now, kid, now I've got you nice and hard." He got off the bed and bent over it. I was dragged off by Barry, "Bend your knees, mate, so he can get his pecker in. Go on, kid. Do it, unless of course you want to have a stinging half and hour alone with Lionel."

I was scared at the thought of being alone with Lionel, so I did as I was told. It seemed easy, as he held his cheeks open. A slap on the back of my head and I shoved. They took another picture. I started fucking him, the others tormenting me until I suddenly felt a finger on my arse, then cream, and then Lionel's cock. I was going to be sandwiched.

My arse was deliberately fucked hard, making me in turn fuck John's. He wiggled his as more pictures were taken, and then more and more were taken, but only after I had been threatened that if I didn't look horny and enjoying myself in them, I would regret it.

Pictures were taken as I took cocks in my mouth, pumped two cocks onto my face, and was fucked at both ends as I humiliated myself by waving at the camera and, of course, they set up shots of me fucking a mouth, being careful not to show most of Barry's face.

It was one in the morning when they finally decided to tie me up so they could get some sleep.

I found myself alone in the room, tied hand and foot on the bed. I could hear them talking and laughing in the other rooms. I wanted to do something to escape, but it was useless to struggle and I was so exhausted that slowly I drifted into a deep, troubled sleep.

I suppose one of the things that disturbed me was wondering if I would get through the night. When they sobered up, would they clear off? I hated the thought of being there all Sunday, and my fears were well-founded.

I woke with a start, a hand across my mouth. In the darkness I could make out Lionel, naked and gloating over me, "I need a night cap," he giggled.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me over to his lap, "Let me feel those soft lips sucking on my big boy." He thrust my head down and held tight. With difficulty, I managed to get my tongue under his cock and suck it into my mouth. I sucked it for a matter of moments before I felt it swell. So did Lionel, and soon my head was being pushed and pulled, being forced up and down his fattening meat.

He groaned, "Kid you got a good mouth, but I got to try your arse again. Get bent over." I struggled with my feet and hands still tied and shuffled off him. He was quick to grab and couple of cushions and soon had me laying over them. For the next half hour he took his pleasure, slowly fucking my arse.

I lay there, feeling his juice around my arse hole and his words, "Sleep well, I'll be back. I want to be the first thing in your mouth in the morning" running through my mind.

I jumped as a hand shook me. I shook myself, for the ropes had cramped me. It forced a groan from my aching mouth, and it was John again. "I'll feed you and give you a drink," as he bent closer I could smell the beer and cigarette stench, "then I'll fuck you." He started to undo my feet.

As I was brought out of the room, they were sat around the table - beer bottles and trash littered the top. A bowl with some milk was brought forward, a packet of cornflakes arrived, and my food was mixed. As I waited I had to stand, my arms still bound making it impossible to stop hands playing with my bottom or fingers toying with my cock.

Barry fed me, making me bend forward. They were laughing at me, as the position was making it easy for fingers to push up my arse. John said, "Got the cream."

Lionel stood, "I would think he'd need a piss or even a shit by now. I'll see to it." Lionel gripped my arm as he pulled into the bathroom.

He shoved me onto the toilet and grinned, "Comfy?" I had no choice but to play his silly game. I nodded. "One thing about you, kid, you've learned quickly that your mouth is not for speaking, so open it. As I said, I'm going to be first."

That was the start of my Sunday. I sat relieving myself while Lionel relieved himself in my mouth. After fucking my mouth, he cleaned me up, washing and fingering my arse before returning me to be a plaything for the rest of them.

All morning the four of them used me. First I was double ended by Barry and John, and then I sat on Lionel while I had the white pole stuck to the back of my throat. I was dragged to my knees as I sucked the three men again, and they made me do it slowly, which took ages, plus I got another arse-fucking from Lionel before they left.

I lay on the bed. My face ached and my arse hole leaked more cum. Their voices filtered into the room as I heard them thanking Richard for finding and letting them use me. What worried me was that I was sure he gave them my address and where I went to school before I heard them leaving.

They were laughing as they went down the steps. I could hear Barry, "Don't let the lab mess up any of them."

Lionel roared back, "Not bloody likely. It was too good an idea of yours to waste, especially now we have found out how good the goods are."

Then all went quiet. I lay there waiting. Sure enough, Richard swaggered in, still naked, and still just as bloody repulsive. "Well, well, well, just you and me, what shall we do? Want to read a book, or maybe drink some of my beer, or even smoke my cigarettes? Bit difficult with your hands tied behind your back. So, what shall we do to while away a few hours together?"

Even at that age it was easy for me to know that he wanted to be superior and make me plead. If that's what it took, I began to plead. "Please Richard, I hurt. I'm sorry for all the things I've said and done. Just untie me. Let me get cleaned up before they come back. I promise I won't say anything to them and I'll be a good friend. I am sorry."

He sniggered at me, "Oh yes, we are sorry now. Let me go, Richard, please. I'm sorry and no you won't tell anybody and I'll tell you why. The whole school and village will know you are men's play-boy and that won't go down too well with the girls at school, will it? And that's only if the school bullies don't kick the shit out of you first. So you better be a good friend while I'm around, or I'll drop you in it from a great height."

Like a whipped spaniel dog, I looked down as I knew the bastard had me beaten. All my clever ideas had gone up in smoke, and now it was his turn. I was his jerk and he knew it.

He just giggled, pulled my legs around and untied my ankles, I moved for him to untie my wrists, but he grabbed my hair. "Oh, come on. Sorry means you do as I want and you know what's next. On your knees and show me how sorry you are. This time I'm going to teach you to suck it all, and I mean all. Open your mouth."

So Sunday morning became Sunday afternoon, and there was no end to my humiliation. First I had to suck his cock twice. Once was bad enough, but after I swallowed more of his juice I had to keep it in my mouth, licking and tickling it with my tongue until it stirred again. The second time took an age - he made sure of that. He had me kissing and licking the foul thing while he subsided, and then back in my mouth for me to start all over again. This time he managed to get it into my throat.

Then he dragged me out into the kitchen, opened a tin of Spam and fed me. Then in the toilet, and after being forced to shit for him, I was put in the bath and washed like a bloody baby.

He played with me while he dried me, and he got me hard so I could fuck his arse before he fucked mine. As time drew near I had to, as he put it, give him one more suck, before I was prepared and threatened. I was picked up at 9.30 that night and slept the sleep of the dead.

It may sound strange, but I avoided him right up to them leaving, which was only three weeks, but those were three bloody long weeks.

It was about a fortnight later, and I was walking up the lane to school when a large car pulled up beside me. It was Barry, and I started to run, but he just kept pace with me until he said, "If you run, you won't get these, but a lot of your school chums will," I stopped dead in my tracks.

I looked at his extended arm. He was waving a brown envelope at me, "Here kid, take it, it's all about you."

I snatched at the envelope, ripping at it. I took out four photos. Yes, you are right, there I was, looking like I was having a good time. "And you know we took more than four, so get in the back or get ready for a great day at school." Reluctantly, I opened the back door and sat beside Lionel.

Lionel giggled, "Hello, sweetie. Nice photos, and the man who developed them is really looking forward to meeting you. Now, we don't need you to know where you're going, so put your head in my lap and I'll cover you up."

I bent down. As I did, a large tartan-traveling rug was thrown over me. I lay in the dim light as Lionel's hand came under the rug, undid his trousers, and for the next ten or so miles my head bobbed up and down on Lionel's fat cock. My release was short-lived.

When we arrived, I had swallowed, but still held his meat in my mouth. I had been told that my tongue would keep him happy until we arrived. I was hauled out of the car and pushed into the house. I still had cum smears on my face when I was introduced to George.

George worked with Lionel on the local paper. He had access to the developing lab at the paper and had done a full set of pictures. He told me as he pushed me up the stairs that as I had been fucked by his friends, he wanted his share of me.

By now I knew the routine. Soon I was naked, bent over, and sucking yet another cock. Then after swallowing I still kept sucking, knowing that when it was hard again I would be bent over the other way and my arse would be buggered by another perverted old man. I was right.

After George had fucked me, Barry and Lionel joined us in the bedroom and my fucking pain began all over again, three-fold.

I was held there and fucked continually until three-thirty, and then back into the car and under that blanket. My mouth was being used again, and even with Barry taking his time and Lionel having me do him slowly, I was still in time to be back as though nothing had happened. I told my parents that the playground was a rough place and that's why I was walking stiffly. The playground was a rough place two or three times a month for the next eight months. That's when we moved on and girls became even more desirable and still are.

Pagan