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The following story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity between adult males and minors. READ NO
FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended
by such material.

Black Knight Takes White Pawn

By Simon Taylor

I first met Arnim in 1965. He was thirty-four years old,
black and bisexual. The man was a real charmer, with a
personality that far outshone my own - I was very shy at
the age of sixteen and needed someone like Arnim to drag
me out of my shell.

We both worked for a well-known department store in
London: in the packing and returns department at the
rear of the building. Mr Potter, the head of the
department, was a hard man to get on with. He was ex-
army and arrived for work each morning dressed in a
pinstripe suit and bowler hat. He openly called me the
'gormless wonder' and Arnim the 'Zulu from Brixton',
even though Arnim was a West Indian and lived in
Islington. The man was a real tyrant, but the work was
easy, so we swallowed on the insults and spent most of
our time discussing soul music and girls.

Arnim had spent a lot of time in Scandinavian. He said
Swedish girls just loved to have sex with black men.
'They would line up and drop their knickers for any
good-looking stud'. He then went on to say that he had
often slept with two girls at the same time, and on one
occasion he had fucked a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.
Arnim certainly knew how to get my cock twitching with
his sex stories - I was still a virgin at sixteen and
didn't have a girlfriend, so I was mighty envious of my
black friend.

Once a month, usually on a Sunday, Arnim would invite me
along to his flat in Islington. We would drink a few
beers, listen to a couple of albums and talk about the
music scene in America. Arnim's knowledge of blues and
soul music was awesome: he invariably knew the names of
the session musicians that had played on a particular
track and the reason why the producer had selected them.

During one such visit, a friend of Arnim's stopped by
for a beer and a chat. Leo was in his early twenties and
black. He worked for a record company, but to supplement
his income, he bought and sold the sort of material that
wasn't readily available on the high street. Pornography
was his main stock in trade, especially the films and
magazines that featured the really kinky stuff. He said
most of the material he sold was smuggled in from the
Continent, but some of the more unusual films were being
made in this country.

I was intrigued, and so, after another beer and a lot of
sycophantic pleading, I managed to persuade Leo to show
me the photographs he had in his 'for sale' portfolio.
They were all eight by ten prints of Karen, one of Leo's
girlfriends. She was a young blonde who clearly enjoyed
sucking cock. Leo said she was a really good fuck and
liked being photographed having sex with two or more
men. He then showed me another batch of prints from the
portfolio. These featured Karen down on her hands and
knees with a black cock in her mouth and another up her
cunt - the girl looked so hot.

Arnim nudged me in the ribs with his elbow and smiled
when he saw the bulge between my legs. He said I should
get my cock out and show it to Leo; if it met with his
approval, he would phone Karen and ask her to come over.
Leo nodded and said his girlfriend would love to suck on
my cock, especially if she could do it in front of a
camera. The beer, which Leo had fortified with a little
'juice' from his hip-flask, was making me think
seriously about the idea - but still my inhibitions were
keeping me from getting my cock out in front of the two
men.

Arnim suggested I finish off my beer and take another
look at the photographs. He said he wanted Karen to give
him a blow-job as well, so I would be doing him a real
big favour by standing up and revealing all. Leo laughed
and said my 'white boy' cock was probably too small to
satisfy his girlfriend's insatiable appetite. This well-
aimed gibe did the trick. I stood up, unzipped my jeans
and pulled out my cock; and as I did so, I felt a sudden
and overwhelming urge to have sex. All my inhibitions
had completely disappeared and I was feeling extremely
randy.

Arnim and Leo were quick to take advantage of my new-
found bravado. They urged me to drink directly from the
hip-flask as they removed all my clothes and began
stroking my cock and squeezing my arse-cheeks. I knew
the likes of Mr Potter would condemn this sort of
behaviour and label it unnatural, but I was far too
excited to care. Besides, I liked the idea of Arnim
taking hold of my cock and leading me down the hallway
and into his bedroom.

Leo laughed when Arnim said I was just what the doctor
had ordered. I didn't take too much notice of the remark
at the time, but I later discovered that Arnim was
talking about Paul Turner: a doctor of psychiatry who
enjoyed organising sex parties for his friends, and the
friends of his friends.

I sat on the bed and watched Arnim stroking his ten-inch
cock. I was totally amazed by its size and shape, which
clearly put my seven-inch cock to shame. The two men
were now naked and sitting on either side of me. Arnim
said he wanted to see Karen squeeze my balls and drain
my cock completely dry. Leo tightened his grip around my
shaft and said he wanted to see me squeeze Arnim's balls
and drain his cock completely dry. I just sat there and
smiled.

Arnim told me to lie back and turn on my side. He then
took up a sixty-nine position in front of me and offered
me his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my
arse-cheeks apart and pushed a finger, which was covered
in Vaseline, into my rectum. I felt the finger slip
inside, but I didn't let the sensation distract me from
the task at hand. I eased back my friend's foreskin and
ran the tip of my tongue over his large bulbous knob.
The 'juice' surging through my bloodstream was making me
feel really good. My cock was rock hard and I didn't
give a damn about the two men using me like a girl - I
needed to have sex and that was that.

Arnim took hold of my cock and slipped it into his
mouth. I shuddered with excitement as I opened my mouth
and sucked in several inches of coal-black cock. Leo
pushed a second finger into my rectum and said something
to Arnim in West Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his
fingers to slip in and out with ease - there was no pain
involved, just some mild discomfort at times.

I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend's
cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert: knowing
exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a
climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with
raw enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He
said I was a 'rude boy' with a nice looking cock and an
arsehole that needed fucking. It was then that I felt
his cock enter my virgin hole.

Apart from the colour, Leo's cock was very similar to my
own: it being some seven inches long, uncut and quite
thick. However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven
inches when it entered my arsehole. I winced and tried
to pull away, but I was firmly sandwiched between the
two men. In desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as
the pain began to overwhelm me. This didn't seem to
bother him none, he just carried on tweaking my nipples,
biting my neck and fucking my arse.

The pain became less intense as Leo's cock made itself
at home. This allowed me to settle down and start
enjoying myself again, which in turn prompted the two
men to redouble their efforts and bring things to a
memorable climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy
did I come! My whole body began to convulse as Arnim
devoured every drop of seed I could produce. In fact, he
wouldn't let go of my ball sac until he had it all.

Leo was next to come. He pumped away at my arse until my
rectum was awash with his sperm. He then grabbed my hair
and pulled my head back, forcing me to open my mouth and
release Arnim's cock. This allowed Arnim to take hold of
his erection and bring things to a spectacular close -
my face was completely covered in sperm by the time he
had finished.

Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across the arse
and said he and Arnim were going to rub the face cream
[sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them get on
with it - the sex had completely drained me, so I was
well and truly out of it by the time they had finished
cleaning me up.

* * *

I was still lying on the bed in the nude when I woke up
some two hours later. My arse and head were both
competing for the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Arnim
was standing over me with a glass of water in one hand
and some aspirin in the other. Embarrassment swept over
me as I downed the pills and sipped the water. Arnim
said Leo was to blame for what had happened earlier:
'The randy fucker should have phoned Karen'. I agreed
and quickly finished off the water, knowing full well
that Arnim and I were just as much to blame.

Arnim sat down on the bed and said I should lie back and
relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave it a little
squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was just what
I wanted him to do.

I never did get to meet Karen that day. I left Arnim's
flat the moment I was fully sober. I just couldn't
believe what had happened, and why I had enjoyed it so
much. Guilt and embarrassment swept over me as I walked
to the tube station. I was a pervert; a queer; a nancy-
boy. Fortunately, I could still limit the damage by
phoning Mr Potter the next day and resigning. That way,
I would never see Arnim or Leo again.

Monday was my scheduled day off, so I decided to stay in
bed all morning and mull over my decision to resign - I
was definitely having second thoughts. I didn't relish
the idea of working alongside Arnim and pretending
nothing had happened, but why resign! No one at the
store would hear about what we had done, and besides, I
was having some pretty strange dreams about big black
hands and little white bums.

* * *

My next visit to the flat was on the following Sunday.
Arnim invited me in and said that Leo was going to be
late. Therefore, I had a choice: I could listen to some
music in the living-room or join him in the bedroom for
a brief warm up session. My face went bright red. I
wanted to have sex with my friend but I was far too
embarrassed to say so. Arnim gave me a knowing look and
told me to strip off in the bathroom, freshen up and
join him in the bedroom.

In the bathroom, on the shelf below the mirror, I found
a hand-written note, a yellow coloured pill and a glass
of water. The note explained that the pill would help me
relax: it would melt away my inhibitions and turn me
back into 'a randy little cock-sucker'. There would be
no more embarrassment and no more alcoholic hangovers. I
picked up the glass and swallowed the pill.

Arnim was lying on the bed in the nude when I entered
the room. His long, muscular legs were spread wide apart
and his cock was fully erect. I remember feeling really
horny as I closed the door and made my way over to the
bed. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I clambered
onto the bed and went to work on my friend's hard-
standing cock.

Leo and Paul [Dr Turner] entered the bedroom some ten
minutes later. I was too engrossed in what I was doing
to let the doctor's presence faze me in any way; in
fact, I liked the idea of a stranger watching me suck
cock - it felt really wicked!

Leo helped Paul set up his photographic equipment as I
continued to work on Arnim's ten-inch cock. Paul, who
was in his late fifties, enjoyed taking photographs of
men having sex with teenagers. He had dozens of these
sex romps on film - including the one that featured
Karen and her two black friends. Now he was about to add
another new face to his collection.

It only took Leo a few minutes to get involved in the
action once the camera was set up. He stripped off and
knelt on the bed behind me, putting his hand between my
legs and grabbing hold of my hard-standing cock as he
did so. His vice-like grip was the first indication I
had that this session was going to be no different from
the last - the man was clearly out to dominate me. He
forced my cock back, between my thighs, and held it
there while he bit my arse-cheeks.

Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of my head and forced it
down, holding it there until I gagged on his coal-black
stem. The camera shutter went into overdrive as I
struggled to deal with the cock in my mouth and the
assault on my arse. Paul said I would make an excellent
sex slave and congratulated Arnim on his find. He then
asked Leo what he thought of Arnim's new bum-boy. Leo
laughed and said, in an upper-class accent that mimicked
the doctor's, 'Yes, I do believe he will make an
excellent slave.'

Paul told me to stop sucking cock and lie face down on
the bed with my legs apart. The experience that followed
was truly awesome. I grit my teeth and winced as Arnim
straddled my lower back and helped Leo push a well-oiled
dildo into my rectum. My tearful protests prompted the
doctor to call me 'a pathetic little cry-baby'; and once
again, a well-aimed gibe did the trick - I stopped
complaining immediately and did my best to accommodate
the rubber dildo.

Paul was clearly impressed with what his two friends
were doing to me in front of the camera. He encouraged
them to go in deep and ream me out, which they did on
several occasions. However, these slow and painful
attempts to fill my inner sanctum with rubber were
eventually brought to a halt by Arnim, who decided to
remove the dildo and let Leo's cock have a go.

The weight of Leo's body on top of mine was crushing. He
spread himself out on my back and took an age to get
comfortable. 'I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' he whispered in
my ear. 'I'm gonna fuck your little white arse and fill
you up with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the
fearsome chopper is gonna take my place.'

Encouraged by the doctor, Leo plunged his hard-standing
cock into my arsehole and fucked me like a man
possessed. Paul captured the whole thing on film, saying
to Arnim that he now had it all: ebony on ivory; master
on slave; man on boy.

Leo's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for
the both of us, and so was Arnim's: his cock certainly
left a lasting impression on my burning hole. I really
had to struggle to accommodate his 'fearsome chopper',
which made my eyes water the instant it entered my
battered rectum. I remember lying on the bed with my
arms and legs fully outstretched as he slowly fucked me
in front of his two friends.

* * *

Arnim had no trouble in persuading me to appear in front
of Paul's camera again the following Sunday. This time
the sex-romp between the three of us was far less
passionate and free flowing: there was no pill available
and Paul was constantly interrupting the action with
requests for specific poses. For instance, I was happily
sucking on Leo's cock when Paul decided he wanted a few
shots of my arsehole. He asked Arnim and Leo to turn me
onto my front and spread my legs apart. I heard the
camera shutter open and close several times as my anus
was captured on film in glorious close-up. I was still
being held in this position when I felt something cold
and wet slip in and out of rectum. I raised my head and
saw, reflected in the dresser mirror, Paul holding a jar
of lubricant in one hand and a phallic-shaped surgical
device in the other.

The device was inserted into my rectum a second time and
rotated some ninety degrees. A small lever was then
released and two metal wings snapped open against the
walls of my inner sanctum. There was no pain, just some
mild discomfort. The wings continued to press hard
against the walls of my rectum as Paul took several
photographs of what he called my 'tunnel of love'.

With the device removed, Arnim and Leo released my legs
and turned me over again. They then grabbed my ankles
and raised my legs high into the air. More photographs
were taken of my anus as the two men stood on either
side of the bed and held my legs wide apart - the image
of a giant wishbone being broken in two suddenly flashed
through my mind.

The exact same procedure was carried out again the
following Sunday; but this time, instead of being
released and fucked by Leo and Arnim as before, the
bedroom door opened and in walked Brian and Roy. The two
men were both in their late thirties and stark naked.
They were white, slim and rugged looking, with Roy being
the taller of the two. Paul, the only one in the room
with clothes on, greeted his guests warmly and asked
them for their opinion of Arnim's new bum-boy. My face
went bright red as the two men gave me the once over.

'He'll do,' replied Brian, as he took hold of his cock
and began to stroke it.

Roy simply looked at Paul and smiled.

'Good!' said Paul. 'Now close the door and get stuck
in.'

Arnim and Leo were pleased to see I wasn't going to make
a fuss about being offered to Brian and Roy. They had
tightened their grip around my ankles when the men first
entered the room - in fear that I might over react and
try to spoil the party. But now they were quite happy to
release my legs and watch me take care of Brian's six-
inch member, which was circumcised, and Roy's seven-inch
stem.

Paul was never worried about me over reacting to his
little surprise. He knew, being a good judge of
character, that I was a natural-born submissive with a
desperate need to please others. He also knew I was
cock-hungry and totally bewitched by Arnim's magnetic
personality - so why would I not welcome a surprise
gang-bang.

The four men took great delight in dominating me for the
rest of the afternoon. My arse-cheeks were slapped
repeatedly as each man took it in turn to tweak my
nipples and squeeze my ball-sac. Roy, the most dominant
of the four, kept encouraging me to suck cock - if I
didn't have a cock in my mouth, he would flick my
nipples and verbally abuse me until I did.

I really enjoyed being the centre of attention that day,
even though I was being slapped around and dominated by
a group of horny men. My body was pushed from pillar to
post as each man took it in turn to fuck me: beginning
with Roy and ending with Brian, who fucked me on my back
with my arse in the air and my legs jack-knifed over my
head.

After a hot bath and a respite, which lasted almost an
hour, I was led back to the bedroom for another session
in front of the camera. Arnim encouraged his friends to
use my body in any way they wished - he even asked Paul
to strip off and get involved, but Paul declined, saying
it was more important for him to stay behind the camera
and capture the gang-bang on film. He then suggested the
men shave off my pubic hair, saying that I would look a
lot younger on film without it.

'Great idea,' said Roy. 'It'll make him look like a
twelve-year-old schoolboy. I would really love to shag a
twelve-year-old right now, especially if he looked like
Simon.'

'Schoolgirl more like,' scoffed Brian. 'Check out that
long blond hair and those baby-blue eyes. He looks more
like that girl from Romford, the tall, skinny one who
likes...'

'You can be a real arse-wipe sometimes,' interrupted
Roy. 'Most boys have long hair nowadays. It's the
fashion.'

'That's enough,' snapped Arnim. 'Simon doesn't look like
a girl; he's just good-looking. Isn't that right, Paul?'

'Yes, he's a really good-looking boy. Now stop all the
chatter and shave off his pubes.'

Using a pair of scissors and a razor, Leo and Brian
removed all the hair around my genitals in less than ten
minutes. Arnim made sure I was scalped with care,
although the TCP and ice-cold water he used to finish
off the job did cause me to clench my teeth and swear.

Paul continued to take photographs of everything that
was happening to me on the bed, including my scalping.
He then set to work capturing the second gang-bang on
film. As before, the men took great delight in
dominating me: I was thrown around on the bed like a rag
doll, and my body was pushed and pulled into all kinds
of unusual positions.

The photofloods were switched off around six in the
evening. I was totally shattered by then and couldn't
get off the bed - the four men had really put me through
the ringer. I could hear them laughing and joking
through the open doorway as I lay in the dark
recovering. My arms and legs ached; my arse-cheeks were
covered in red slap marks; and my rectum was awash with
four lots of sperm - it was a session I would never ever
forget.

* * *

It was raining when we arrived outside the small block
of flats in Elm Road. Leo parked his Rover opposite the
main entrance and gathered up the films he was hoping to
sell to Mr Smith: Graham was the umpteenth Mr Smith in
Leo's book of contacts. He was a dark-haired man in his
late fifties with an insatiable appetite for
pornography. Arnim said he had dozens of films in his
collection and was always on the lookout for more.

Graham took our coats and led us down the hallway and
into a large living-room. The curtains had been drawn
and an 8mm projector stood on a stand behind the sofa.
In front of the sofa, some twelve feet away, stood a
portable screen on a tripod. Graham said he had just
finished setting up the equipment and couldn't wait to
see 'all' the goodies on offer. This announcement
prompted Arnim to put his hand on my shoulder and tell
me to find the bathroom, strip off and freshen up.

Graham was reeling-up a film on the projector when I
returned to the living-room. The presence of a naked
sixteen-year-old boy in the room didn't do his blood
pressure much good. The poor man was totally bedazzled
by my naked charm, and could only stand and stare as
Arnim, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa,
beckoned me over and told me to climb aboard. I felt so
wicked sitting on my friend's lap and stretching out
along the entire length of the sofa, resting my head on
one armrest and my feet on the other.

My cock began to twitch the instant the lights went out
and the film began to roll. On screen, two boys and a
middle-aged man were sitting at a table, playing cards.
The boys were maybe nine or ten years old and the game
they were playing was clearly some form of strip poker.

Within ten minutes, the trio were completely naked and
performing a series of cock-sucking forfeits on each
other. Then, as one boy was being shown how to finger-
fuck the other, Leo stopped the film and rewound it -
Arnim explained to me in a whisper that Leo wasn't going
to let Graham see the whole film until he had paid for
it.

'Nice one,' said Graham. 'I've seen that blond kid
before. He...'

It was Leo switching on the light that caused Graham to
stop talking. The poor man couldn't believe his eyes:
Arnim had pulled back my foreskin as far as it would go
and was repeatedly licking the tip of his right index
finger and running it over my shiny, wet knob. Graham
could see I was in desperate need of relief, but knew,
as I did, that Arnim had no intention of satisfying that
need until he was good and ready.

The setting for the next film was a stretch of sandy
beach on a warm, sunny day. On screen, a naked man was
introducing a young boy to the wonders of naturism. The
boy, who was maybe seven or eight years old, was just
about to take hold of the man's hard-standing cock when
Leo stopped the film and switched on the light.

Graham didn't say a word this time. He just stood by the
projector and watched my fully erect cock being teased
and tormented by Arnim's long black fingers.

The third and last film featured a naked teenager being
bound and gagged by two men dressed in black leather.
The teenager, who had no hair around his genitals, was
hung upside-down from the ceiling by his ankles. Leather
ankle-straps, attached to a metal leg-spreader, and two
chains held him in place as one man slapped his arse and
the other squeezed his balls.

I was totally mesmerised by this extreme form of sex. I
found the whole idea of a teenager, like myself, being
held captive in this way very arousing. The leather
straps and rope restraints didn't turn me off in the
least; in fact, they actually strengthened my
determination to seek out this form of sex for myself.

Arnim wasn't foolish enough to believe that he could
contain my excitement for much longer, especially with
the images on the screen getting more and more extreme
by the minute. With time running out, Graham was invited
to get down on his knees and suck in my hard-standing
cock; and as he did so, a jet of sperm hit the back of
his throat.

Graham certainly knew how to prolong the life of a
climax. My whole body shuddered whenever the tip of his
tongue visited the most sensitive parts of my knob. The
man had latched onto my cock like a limpet, and he
wasn't going to let go until he had drained my ball sac
completely dry.

My dreams were filled with images of leather-clad men
for weeks after that first visit to Elm Road. The mere
thought of being restrained and trained by such men made
the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I was
hooked on bondage and needed to know a lot more about
it. Unfortunately, my search for information produced
nothing of any real value, so I decided to return to the
flat in Elm Road and ask Mr Smith for help.

Graham was only too willing to assist a fellow
enthusiast. His collection of pornography contained all
the bondage information I needed. However, his offer of
help did come with a few strings attached (no pun
intended): first, I had to be naked at all times during
a visit; second, I had to obey his every instruction;
third, I had to address him as 'Sir'.

I agreed to all three conditions in an instant and made
an arrangement to visit the flat the following evening.
As ordered, I arrived on the stroke of eight and
stripped off in the bathroom. The action-packed film
show lasted for almost two hours, and as before, I lay
on the sofa with Graham attached to my cock like a
limpet.

My next visit to the flat included an overnight stay in
the holding cell, which in reality was a converted walk-
in cloakroom. The cell's heavy wooden door had been
painted light grey to match the colour of the bare
concrete walls and ceiling; and the only item of
furniture in the cell was a high-back wooden chair,
which had been bolted to the concrete floor and painted
black.

Spending the night in the holding cell was an extremely
uncomfortable experience. I sat naked and cold in the
dark for almost eight hours; and to add insult to
injury, a dozen ropes held me securely in place, with
one of them looped around my head to form a rather crude
but effective gag.

I was released from my bonds in the morning and sent to
the bathroom to get cleaned up. After breakfast, which
consisted of nothing more than a crust of bread and some
water, I was instructed to go through the boxes I found
in the spare bedroom and sort out the content. If I
completed the task by noon, I would be allowed to go
home, if not, I would be doomed to spend another night
in the holding cell.

The six cardboard boxes I found in the bedroom were
filled with black and white photographs of naked and
semi-naked boys. Graham had taken most of the
photographs during his time as a housemaster: he had
spent twenty years teaching history and music to public
schoolboys, and the photographs depicted all the boys he
had managed to seduce from 1947 to 1964.

Every boy in the collection was seen in and out of
school uniform, and there were dozens of group sessions
featuring the boys having sex with another housemaster
and George, a man I was to meet a week later.

Being a good organiser, I decided to empty out each box
in turn and use the number and date stamp on the back of
every print to sort out the sessions in chronological
order. The first photograph from the box labelled '1947-
1949' featured a twelve-year-old boy in full school
uniform. 'Master Robert John Chennell (12)' was standing
in front of a large stone fireplace with a glint in his
eye and a mischievous grin on his face. The next
photograph from the box featured the same boy sitting in
a leather armchair. The school uniform was nowhere to be
seen and Master Robert was stroking his fully erect
cock, which was really tiny.

It took quite a while to sort out the thirty or so
prints that made up Master Robert's first appearance in
front of Graham's camera; and it quickly became apparent
that I would miss the noon deadline if I continued to
study each and every photograph in detail. Therefore, I
decided to sacrifice myself for art and spend another
night in the holding cell - I just couldn't resist it.

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Part 2
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I was back in the holding cell again the following
Saturday night. The evening's entertainment had been
extremely exciting and a little scary at times. In
truth, it began on Thursday morning when a letter from
Graham appeared on the door mat. The letter instructed
me to arrive at the flat on Saturday evening at six
o'clock sharp. I was to ring the doorbell, strip naked
and wait.

I was shaking like a leaf when I entered the building at
five minutes to six. I climbed the three flights of
stairs to the top floor and stood on the dimly lit
landing outside Graham's flat. The neighbour at number
twelve was a nosy old cow, so there was a good chance I
would be seen, and probably arrested for indecent
exposure. I drew in a deep breath, rang the doorbell and
began to undress.

As instructed, I placed my clothes in a neat pile on the
mat outside Graham's front door. The windows of the
stairwell were glazed with frosted glass, so there was
no chance of being seen from the building opposite.
However, the glass wouldn't be able to shield me from a
person coming up the stairs - a cold shiver ran through
me as I thought I heard someone moving about on the
floor below.

I was still listening for footsteps on the stairs when
Graham opened the door, picked up my clothes and told me
to 'stand and wait'. The shock of being ordered to
remain on the landing left me open-mouthed and totally
crushed. Another cold shiver ran through me as Graham
and my clothes disappear behind a closing door.

I stood on the landing trembling with fear. The front
door had shut with a loud bang, so I prayed that the old
lady at number twelve wouldn't decide to investigate. I
was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. I
couldn't gain access to the flat, and I couldn't leave
the building in the nude - it was just like one of those
weird dreams.

I was clearly not ready for this sort of humiliation.
The urge to ring the doorbell and beg for sanctuary was
becoming irresistible. I wanted so much to take that
first step, but a voice in the back of my head told me
to stay put - I knew Graham wouldn't open the door, so
why risk his disapproval, and possibly an even longer
wait on the landing.

My heart leapt into my mouth as the sound of a door
opening on the ground floor echoed up the stairwell. I
looked over the banister and saw a man climbing the
first fight of stairs. This little stunt of Graham's was
getting out of hand. What if the old lady had called the
police; what if it was her son, paying her a visit; what
if it was the man from the Pru? I was in no mood to
stand around and wait for an answer, but where could I
hide!

George was a little surprised to find me wedged in the
narrow space between the concrete rubbish chute and the
wall. As a hiding place it was a complete none starter;
in fact, it was the only place on the landing that gave
the people living in the building opposite a clear view
of my naked body.

'What an arse,' said George. 'Get yourself out of there
and come over here, pronto!'

I did as he said, covering my genitals with both hands
as I shuffled across the landing to stand by the
banister.

'I'm George; Graham's friend.'

I sighed with relief, but I still couldn't stop
trembling.

'Graham said you were a handsome young buck. He also
said that you were a horny little fucker that loved to
suck cock. Was he right in that regard as well?'

I knew what was coming, but still I nodded and said
'yes'.

'Right then, I want you to suck my cock... but not
here.'

A tide of euphoria swept over me. I was certainly glad
that George wasn't going to ask me to service his needs
in a semi-public place. Unfortunately, the euphoria
didn't last very long.

'No, I want you to follow me downstairs to the car park.
The back seat of my car is a lot more comfortable than
this draughty stairwell.'

I was mortified. How could he expect me to leave my
clothes in the flat and follow him down the stairs to
the car park; and what if he then wanted to take me for
a spin in his car! I knew that some people would have
regarded the idea as a fantasy come true, but in my
book, it was a definite no-no.

'Don't tell me you would rather suck my cock on the
stairs, Simon. I'm sure the back seat of my car would
be...'

I didn't wait for George to finish his sentence. I
stepped forward and dropped to my knees.

* * *

Graham and George wasted no time in congratulating
themselves on the way they had conspired to humiliate
me; and to make matters worse, I was told that Graham's
neighbour was away visiting her daughter in Wales - so
there was never any chance of her seeing me in the nude.
The two men kept going over the details of my
humiliation as they tied me to the bed and went to work
on my nipples, cock and ball sac with Chinese nipple
clamps and hot wax.

When the training session ended, I was taken to the
holding cell and placed in the wooden chair. George used
twice the amount of rope that was needed to secure me to
the chair, and tied it a good deal tighter than Graham
ever did. In the morning, I was released from my bonds
and sent off to the bathroom to get cleaned up and ready
for another session on the bed. This time, I was ordered
to sit on the end of the bed with my feet apart. As I
did so, George knelt down in front of me and fastened a
pair of leather straps around my ankles. The straps were
then secured to a metal leg-spreader and tied to the
legs of the bed with rope.

With my legs held fast, Graham told me to lie back on
the bed and spread out my arms. The two men then
fastened leather straps around my wrists and secured
them to the bed with rope.

'Right-tee-ho,' said George, holding up a black leather
blindfold that was padded and shaped like the Lone
Ranger's mask. 'With this on, you'll be ready for the
party.'

'Party, what party?' I asked.

The two men laughed as Graham took hold of my cock in
one hand and my ball sac in the other.

'We've invited a few friends over for an afternoon of
sex. And guess what! You're going to be the life and
arsehole of the party.'

George's words echoed in my ears as the blindfold was
placed over my eyes. The crafty old sods had set me up
good and proper. They were going to pimp me out to all
their friends, and I was in no position to object.

'I must be home by two,' I said. 'I told my mum...'

'Impossible,' interrupted Graham dismissively. 'Just
tell her my car broke down on the way back from Teston.'

'Teston?' queried George.

'Yes, Simon and I go night fishing there at weekends.
Well, that's what he tells his mother. We store our
imaginary rods and fishing tackle in Benson's old
boathouse.'

'The only rods in Benson's boathouse are those he uses
to chastise his wayward guests,' said George, as he
tweaked my left nipple. 'Maybe we should take Simon down
there for a real visit. We could introduce him to Paul
[Benson] and his two dogs - now that's an idea!'

'No. He's not ready for anything like that,' said Graham
coolly.

'Like what?' I asked, intrigued.

'Well,' said George. 'Paul's dogs like to fuck men; and
some of these men like to suck canine cock. Have you
ever seen a fully erect canine cock, Simon?'

'No,' I replied.

'Well, Devil and Dain have really big cocks. Graham has
a film of them fucking a man at one of our little
gatherings. The poor sod wanted to have sex with one of
our boys, but he had nothing to trade. So I came up with
the idea of the dogs and the film. He wasn't too keen on
the idea at first, but I eventually persuaded him to
give it a go.'

'How do the dogs do it?' I asked.

'With a good deal of enthusiasm,' replied George
laughing.

'No, I mean...'

'He knows what you mean,' interrupted Graham. 'The man
gets down on his hands and knees to let the dogs mount
him from the rear.'

'Just like they would a bitch,' added George.

'Stop getting him so excited,' said Graham. 'Look, his
cock's rock hard.'

'Well, stop playing with it then, stupid!'

Graham squeezed my cock real hard before releasing it.
He then got off the bed and mumbled something
uncomplimentary about George under his breath. My cock
began to twitch violently as the image of a man being
fucked by a big, black dog took hold of my imagination.
I was becoming a real perv, and it didn't bother me in
the least.

'Come on, Graham,' said George, opening the bedroom
door. 'Let's leave the lad to stew for a while in the
dark.'

Outside the window, a clap of thunder signalled the
beginnings of a storm that would rumble on for hours. I
could hear the rain beating against the glass as I
tested my bonds and tried to make myself more
comfortable. Unfortunately, Graham and George had
ensured that this wasn't going to be an easy task to
achieve. The ropes and leather straps around my wrists
and ankles had been fastened real tight; and before
leaving the room, George had looped a rope around the
base of my cock and tied it securely to the leg-
spreader.

I lay on the bed for what seemed like hours. I could
hear, over the sound of the storm, muffled voices in the
hallway from time to time; but no one came into the
room. I began to think that I had been completely
forgotten. 'What if the party had been cancelled?' I
thought. 'What if Graham and George had decided to go
out and leave me on my own? What if...'

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of
the bedroom door opening and closing. I strained to hear
if someone had entered the room, and sensed that they
had.

'Nice,' said a voice. 'You're all trussed up like a real
chicken.'

I was as scared as I was excited, and my whole body
shook when the man's hand closed around my semi-erect
cock.

'This feels nice. Do you want me to lick it into shape?'

'Y-y-yes, please,' I replied gratefully.'

'Okay. But you must suck me off first; that's the rule.'

The man clambered onto the bed and took up a sixty-nine
position above me. From what I could feel, he was
completely naked and very hairy. His cock was pencil-
thin and bone-hard; and when it entered my mouth, it
just kept going.

'No slacking now, boy,' he said sternly. 'Take it all
in!'

I gagged when his ball sac cut off my air supply - my
nose was being crushed under his body weight and there
was little I could do about it. I though about biting
his cock, but decided against it: I sensed that he was
the type of man who would enjoy doing the same to me, or
worse.

I rattled around in my bonds and tried to break free. It
was then that he finally raised himself up and let me
suck in some air. However, a few minutes later I was
back in the same position again.

'Come on, boy,' he snapped. 'If you don't do it
properly, I'll be obliged to piss down your throat.'

I gagged again as I tried to service his needs in the
best way I knew how. The man cut off my air supply three
more times before coating the back of my throat with
sperm. He then declared that I was a slacker and
promptly left the room.

The next man to enter the bedroom was far less
demanding. He squatted over my face and encouraged me to
work on his arsehole with the tip of my tongue.
Unfortunately, he too left the room without taking care
of my needs. The third and last man to take advantage of
my pent-up frustration was Ancient Harry: a man in his
seventies who couldn't get it up any more.

Harry kept me on the brink of a climax for ages. He
filled my head with vivid descriptions of how, when
working as a teacher, he had persuaded dozens of boys to
get naked and have sex with him. He then went on to tell
me about the monthly orgies they had attended, and how
Graham, a fellow housemaster, had turned these boys into
obedient sex pets.

Harry untied the rope around the base of my cock and
told me to beg for relief. I gratefully complied, and in
addition promised to take good care of all the cocks
that were waiting in the wings to shag me that
afternoon. Harry immediately went back to work on my
knob with his tongue; and as he did so, a deluge of
sperm erupted from the end of my cock and disappeared
down his throat.

I recall raising my head off the mattress and whooping
like a monkey as the old man took care of my needs. My
whole body shook as his fingers gently caressed my ball
sac, encouraging it to give up more and more of its
seed. He continued to milk my ball sac for a good long
while; and when he had finished, my cock was just as
hard-standing as it was before the climax.

I mumbled a few words of grateful thanks as Harry
loosened my bonds and told me to get some rest. He then
left the room.

>From the sound of it, the storm outside was getting
worse. A sudden clap of thunder made me start as I tried
to settle down and recover my strength for the
forthcoming fuck-fest. A favourite fantasy then began to
drift through my mind as I lay in the dark listening to
the rain beating rhythmically against the bedroom
window.

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Part 3
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In the fantasy, which was loosely based on 'The Coral
Island' by R. M. Ballantyne, I was Ralph Rover, a cabin
boy shipwrecked on a South Sea island with two friends:
Jack Martin (18) and Peterkin Gay (14). Ballantyne wrote
in the book that the three lads '...became the best and
staunchest friends that ever tossed together on the
stormy waves'.

With the storm over and the ship lost, the three of us
found ourselves on a sandy beach with nothing but an
axe, an oar and a telescope - all else, including our
clothes, had disappeared beneath the waves with the
Arrow. Over the next few days we quickly discovered lots
of things to do with our time as we explored the island
and each other's naked bodies.

On one exploration, Jack and I spotted two war-canoes
approaching the island at speed. Two naked black men in
the foremost canoe were being chased by a larger canoe
containing a dozen or so naked warriors. When the canoes
reached the beach, the two men were run to ground,
spread out on the sand and repeatedly raped by their
fearsome looking captors.

Following their ordeal, the two men were tied together
in a sixty-nine position and forced, at spear point, to
suck cock. Meanwhile, a group of five warriors were
dispatched by Arnim, the chief, to secure the canoes and
make camp. It was then that a warrior collecting
firewood discovered Peterkin lurking in the bushes some
distance away from where Jack and I were hidden.

The fourteen-year-old boy tried to escape but tripped on
a tangled root and was seized by the arm. He tried to
reason with the warrior as he was thrown over the man's
shoulder and slapped hard across the buttocks.

The cocky cannibal continued to slap Peterkin across the
arse-cheeks as he walked back to the makeshift camp.
Jack and I looked at one another in disbelief and
concluded, in a whisper, that Peterkin's rescue would be
impossible to achieve. Therefore, we decided to keep our
heads down and see what happened to our young friend.

The two cock-sucking captives were forgotten in the
warriors rush to welcome back the man carrying Peterkin.
A cheer of joy went up as Arnim ran his coal-black hand
over the youngster's smooth, white bottom. Peterkin knew
his fate was sealed - the cannibals would rape him for
sure, then slowly spit-roast him over an open fire. The
captain of the Arrow had told him all about the natives
of the South Sea Islands. 'They like to tenderise their
food before they eat it, son,' he would say.

Jack and I watched as Peterkin was lowered to the ground
and forced to stand in the centre of the group. Every
inch of the youngster's body was then squeezed, fondled
and stroked by the men around him. Fingers were pushed
into his mouth and rectum as the warriors pinched his
nipples, squeezed his arse-cheeks and fondled his ball
sac.

Peterkin moaned and fluttered his eyelids when a long,
black finger entered his inner sanctum. The warriors
around him smiled at one another as he sucked hard on
the finger in his mouth. Peterkin wasn't stupid; he knew
that the chief and his underlings might want to keep him
around if he co-operated. He could become their special
bum-boy, the white-skin who loved to suck black cock.

Peterkin dropped to his knees and sucked each warrior's
cock in turn, ensuring that no one was left out in his
enthusiasm to become their special bum-boy. Jack and I
could see the logic behind our friend's plan, but
believed it was doomed to failure.

A few minutes later, Arnim broke away from the group and
scanned the irregular line of palm trees and bushes that
bordered the beach. He guessed that there were more
white-skins hiding in the undergrowth, and so, taking up
a spear, he decided to investigate. Jack and I panicked
when we saw the chief running up the beach toward us. We
knew he couldn't see us, but still we broke cover and
headed inland like frightened rabbits.

A loud war cry went up behind us as Arnim called upon
his men to join the hunt. Jack and I decided to split up
and go our separate ways. We hastily agreed to stay away
from our camp and head for the other side of the island.
Needless to say, we were both captured within the hour.

The warrior who stayed behind to guard the cannibals'
dinner was busy tenderising Peterkin's bottom when Jack
and I were carried into camp. Like captured deer, we
each hung from a long, wooden pole by the vines tied
around our wrists and ankles. And to make matters worse,
the four warriors shouldering the two poles had dragged
our arse-cheeks through every kind of prickly bush on
the trail.

We were unceremoniously dropped on the ground and tied
together in a sixty-nine position. It was then that the
bedroom door opened and someone said, in a rather
excited voice, 'Lumme! Look at that stiffy'.

'Now gather round you reprobates,' said George, clapping
his hands together to gain everyone's attention. 'This
is Simon, the young man with "the stiffy".'

'He's a nice looking lad,' said a man on my left. 'I
like 'em tall and skinny.'

'Yeah, he sure is skinny,' said another man on my left.
'How old is he, Gee?'

'He'll be seventeen next month,' replied Graham.

'Nice to meet you, Simon,' said a man on my right, as he
took hold of my throbbing cock and gave it a squeeze.
Another man did the same as Graham and George were
congratulated on their new find.

I later discovered that there were five naked men in the
room - the three other boy-lovers, the ones that had
visited me earlier, were in the living-room taking care
of a sixteen-year-old boy named Alan.

'Release those straps from the leg-spreader, Ian,' said
George. 'Let's get his legs up in the air.'

Someone tightened the ropes that secured my wrist-straps
to the bed and made sure the blindfold I was wearing was
still doing its job. I then felt two pairs of hands take
hold of my legs and lift them into the air - the image
of a giant wishbone being broken in two suddenly flashed
through my mind again.

'Get his arse up,' said George.

Howard and Ian, the two men holding my legs, doubled my
body over and held it in a jack-knife position, with my
arsehole pointing up at the ceiling.

'Look at that ball-sac,' said Ian. 'It's so round
and...'

'His arsehole is the real prize,' interrupted Howard.

'That's true,' said George, as he ran the tip of his
finger over my bum-hole.

I lifted my head off the mattress and gave out a long,
low moan of pleasure, which I repeated when George ran
his finger over my anus again.

'That sounds so fuckin' sweet,' said Paul [Neave].
'C'mon, let me have a go.'

Paul eased my arse-cheeks apart and used the tip of his
tongue to replace George's finger. I gasped and tugged
at my wrist-straps when his tongue sent a shockwave of
pleasure surging through my body. I had never felt
anything like it, and was keen to experience the
sensation again, and again, and again.

'Hold him steady,' barked George. 'We don't want him
bouncing off the bed and out of the room.'

'Look at him go,' said Graham. 'The little sod can't get
enough.'

The sensation had swallowed me up whole. My entire body
ached, and yet I was quite happy to stay bent over, with
my arse in the air, and let the man work on my bum-hole
with his warm, wet tongue.

Suddenly, Paul stopped what he was doing and released my
arse-cheeks. My cock twitched and bounced around in mid-
air as I raised my head and implored him to continue.

'You've turned him into an addict, Paul,' said Ian.
'He'll be bending over and spreading his arse-cheeks for
everyone now. Ain't that right, son?'

'Yes, yes,' I said in a breathless voice.

'Okay, Simon,' said Paul. 'Once more round the block ...
And then we get to fuck you.'

Howard and Ian tightened their grip on my legs when
Paul's tongue went back to work on my anus. My whole
body buzzed with excitement as the sensation suddenly
returned and wiped me out for a second time. And then,
when a bottle of poppers was waved under my nose, I lost
it completely and began drooling at the mouth like a
madman.

'Fuckin' hell,' said Ian. 'He's having a fit.'

'Cobblers,' snapped George. 'He's just over excited.'

'Yes,' added Howard. 'The poor sod's in need of a good
old fashioned gang-bang. So let's give him one.'

I was still on cloud nine when the first of the five
cocks entered my well rimmed hole. It slipped in
effortlessly - thanks in the main to Paul's hard work
and a good coating of Vaseline on the shaft. With my
legs now bent at the knees and held less securely, I was
in a far better position to take on a five-star
rogering.

'C'mon, Paul,' said Ian. 'Keep pounding that sweet
little hole. I want to see it red raw by the time I get
a taste.'

I shook my head from side to side and groaned as Paul
increased his stroke rate and began power ramming my
'sweet little hole'. Every inch of my body was now
dancing to his tune. I was there for his pleasure, and
that's why my cock was leaking so much pre-cum and
threatening to shed its load unaided. I was being fucked
by an alpha male with an insatiable appetite for the
weak and willing, and boy, was I weak and willing!

Graham and George were totally mesmerised by Paul's
vigorous performance. They watched with envy as his
powerful buttocks pounded my body into the mattress.

'Look at him go,' said Graham to Howard.

'Yes,' added George. 'The man could fuck for Britain.'

'He gets a lot of practice,' said Howard. 'In fact, Ian
and Paul work together at the same children's home, so
they're always practising on the boys in their care.'

'True, true,' said Ian. 'But it's not always a good idea
to fuck a boy at the home. That's why we use Howard's
cottage; it's in the middle of nowhere and the perfect
place to consummate a new relationship.'

'Maybe we should pool our resources one weekend and
arrange an orgy,' suggested George. 'We could meet up at
the...'

It was the words 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' that interrupted
George in mid-sentence. Paul had reached a climax and
was eager to share the news with everyone in the room,
if not the flat. And then, when I began tugging at my
wrist-straps and whooping like a monkey, George decided
it would be better to put off the orgy negotiations
until later.

Howard was quick to step into the breach and take over
from his friend Paul. His hard-standing cock slipped
effortlessly into my bum-hole; and although it didn't
stay there for very long, it did leave quite an
impression.

'Any objections to turning the lad over?' asked Ian, who
was next in line to take me for a ride. 'I want to bum
him doggy style.'

'I'd like to fuck him that way, too,' said George.

'Okay,' said Graham, 'release those straps, turn him
over and get him up on his hands and knees.'

Of course, I had no say in the matter. However, I did
welcome the change of position - being bent over double
wasn't doing me much good in the old aches and pains
department.

'Okay, chaps,' said Ian. 'I'm going in; so wish me
luck.'

Several men laughed as Ian took hold of my hips and
pushed his cock deep into my rectum. I felt his cock-
head enter my inner sanctum and rub against my prostrate
gland. He then began power ramming my hole for all he
was worth.

'C'mon you slack bastard,' barked George. 'Tighten those
arse muscles and give the man a ride to remember.'

I thrust out my arse and clenched my anus as tight as I
could, which did prompt a grunt of approval from Ian.

'Give him some more poppers, Gee,' said Paul. 'He might
need a little boost.'

Graham opened the bottle of amyl nitrite and waved it
under my nose. My head began to swim the second the
vapour hit my sinuses.

'That's it, Simon,' said Paul. 'Let the nice man fuck
your skinny little arse and fill it up with spunk.'

My head dropped and I gave out a long, low moan of
satisfaction. I didn't want this moment to end, but Ian
had other plans. His climax wiped me out completely; and
as sweat poured from my body, he thrust forward again
and filled my rectum with a second helping of semen.

I collapsed onto my forearms and used the bed sheet to
wipe away the sweat from my face. It was then that Ian's
cock was withdrawn and replaced by George's hard-
standing member.

George fucked me like a man possessed. He slapped my
thighs, pulled on my hair and called me all the names
under the sun. This was George at his classic best: the
adult master dominating the teenage slave. The sight of
seeing men from another circle fuck me had triggered one
of his best performances. My rectum was now awash with
four men's seed.

Graham was more of a sucker than a fucker, so when his
time came my shattered body was spared another full-
blown rogering. Instead, I was treated to a fuck-suck
fest.

He pushed his hard-standing cock into my well lubricated
hole and kept it there while someone wiped me down with
a damp cloth. He then told me to lie flat out on the
bed, which I did by collapsing onto my front with his
body on top of mine and stretching out my arms and legs
in slow motion.

Graham kissed the back of my neck and playfully bit my
right shoulder as he humped me slowly. The tiredness in
my arms and legs all but vanished as his cock gently
rubbed against my prostrate gland. In just a few minutes
he had breathed new life into my body.

'How does that feel, son?' he asked.

I mumbled a few words of grateful thanks and then sighed
when he suddenly raised himself up and removed his cock.

'Now turn over, son. I need to take care of that cock of
yours.'

I didn't waste any time in complying with the
instruction. My poor cock had been neglected for far too
long. It had been throbbing and twitching like mad
throughout the entire session, but no one had touched it
until now. Unfortunately, it was only in Graham's mouth
for a few seconds before it released a deluge of semen
that almost choked the man who had taken pity on it.

For the next year or so my training continued under the
watchful eye of Graham, George and a 16mm cine-camera.
All the full-blown bondage and gang-bang sessions were
captured on film, including those involving Arnim & Co.
and Howard & Co.

Arnim's friends were actively involved in the production
and distribution of pornographic films for KBM Films,
which operated out of an army surplus store in London's
East India Dock Road.

The stockroom on the top floor, which had a high ceiling
and several skylights, was used as a studio. Howard and
his friends had a similar setup in Southend-on-Sea - the
studio they used was above a bicycle repair shop (read
'Playing Hooky - 1963' by Alan Garland for more
details).

A good majority of KBM films featured 'Saturday boys'.
These boys had been seduced by the group and, as a
cover, employed to work in the store after school and on
Saturdays. This allowed Brian and Roy, the owners of the
store, to pay the youngsters for their time in front of
the camera. Also, if mum or dad dropped in to see their
son while he was upstairs being fucked, they would be
told that he was out with the van driver, picking up a
consignment of boots or jeans.

Other boys, like me, found themselves in front of the
camera via Dr Turner's contacts. He and Leo distributed
the films and helped recruit new talent. Leo also
supplied many of the props, including the uniforms - the
group had a real thing for boys dressed in school and
scout uniform.

Most of the boys that appeared in the films were aged
between twelve and eighteen. However, I did see several
films that featured younger boys having sex with men.
Leo told me that these films were usually shot during
the school holidays, when the boys were supposed to be
out playing football in the park with their friends.

All the boys I met on camera were horny little fuckers,
just like me. No one was badly treated by the group and
we all sucked and fucked for fun: the money helped of
course, but it wasn't the major incentive on offer.

None of the younger boys were involved in the bondage
side of things, apart from the odd scout being tied up
by a dominant scoutmaster. In fact, apart from me, there
were only two other lads involved in the KBM bondage
films.


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