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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is
entirely fictional and 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 Trevor Martindale and Simon Taylor

I first met Arnim in March, 1965. 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
please. 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 was thirty-four years old and brutally handsome,
as The Eagles would say. His skin was coal-black, his
hair close-cropped and he had a neatly trimmed Clark
Gable moustache. He was tall, well-built and had a
personality that far outshone my own - I was very shy at
the age of sixteen and needed someone like Arnim to coax
me out of my shell.

He had spent a lot of time in Scandinavian, and said
that 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
friend's amorous adventures.

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 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, black
and extremely good-looking. He worked for a small record
company as a gofer; but to supplement his income, he
bought and sold stuff 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, so after another beer and a lot of
sycophantic crawling, 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, his latest
girlfriend. 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 big, black cock in her mouth and another up
her cunt - the girl looked so-o-o hot.

Arnim nudged me in the ribs with his elbow and smiled
when he saw the growing 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 his head 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 Karen might want to
give him a blowjob 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 hard-standing cock; and as I
did so, I felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to have
sex with someone - and it didn't matter who with. All my
inhibitions had completely vanished 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 using it to lead 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 length 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
stem 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 onto 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 being 'the girl' in this threesome - I
needed to have sex and that was that.

Arnim took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I
shuddered with excitement, opened my mouth and sucked in
several inches of coal-black cock. Leo slipped 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 the two
fingers were removed and replaced by a hard-standing
cock.

Apart from the colour, Leo's cock was very similar to my
own: it was some seven inches long, uncut and quite
chunky. However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven
inches when it entered my virgin hole. 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 pinching my nipples,
biting my neck and fucking my arse.

'Be still, boy!' he ordered between love bites. 'Just
relax and go with the flow. A white boy like you should
be begging for more black cock, not less.'

The pain did ease off a bit as Leo's length made itself
at home. This allowed me to settle down again and start
enjoying myself, 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 gave out a mighty roar and
continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was
awash with sperm. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my
head back, forcing me to open my mouth and release my
friend'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
shed his load.

Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse-
cheeks and said he and Arnim were going to rub some 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 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 small 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 quick warm up session. My face went bright red. I
wanted so much to have sex with my friend, but I was far
too shy 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 of water and swallowed the pill.

Arnim was lying on the bed in the nude when I entered
the bedroom. 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 object of my desire. I knew exactly what I wanted
to do, so I clambered onto the bed and took charge of my
friend's ten-inch cock.

Leo entered the room some ten minutes later with Paul,
the doctor of psychiatry. I was too engrossed in what I
was doing to let the doctor's presence faze me in any
way; in fact, I kind of 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 my friend'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 the two black studs. Now he was about to add another
new face to his collection.

With the camera and lights on aluminium tripods, it only
took Leo a few minutes to get naked and involved in the
action. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand
between my legs and took hold of my erection. His vice-
like grip was the first indication I had that this
session was going to be just like the last - the man was
clearly out to dominate me. He forced my hard-standing
cock back, between my thighs, and held it there while he
covered my arse-cheeks with painful love bits.

Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of my head and forced it
down on his coal-black stem; holding it there until I
gagged. The camera shutter went into overdrive as I
struggled to deal with the cock in my mouth and the
assault on my arse.

Paul congratulated Arnim on his find and said that I
would make an excellent sex slave. He then asked Leo
what he thought of Arnim's new bum-boy. The man biting
my arse laughed and said, in an upper-class accent that
mimicked the good 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 as far apart as possible. 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 intruder.

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

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 white boy arse and fill you
up with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the ten-
inch chopper is gonna take my place.'

Encouraged by the doctor, Leo plunged his hard-standing
cock into my hole and fucked me like a man possessed.
The camera captured the whole thing on film, and towards
the end, Paul turned to Arnim and said 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 'ten-inch chopper',
which made my eyes water the instant it was pushed into
my battered rectum. The two men took great pleasure in
making me squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. I
remember lying on the bed with my arms and legs fully
outstretched as they took it in turn to hammer my 'white
boy' rump into the mattress.

* * *

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 free
flowing and passionate: there was no pill available and
Paul was constantly interrupting the action with tedious
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 my rectum. I raised my head
quickly 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.

This happened again the following Sunday; but this time,
instead of being released and fucked by Leo and Arnim,
the bedroom door suddenly opened and in walked two naked
men.

Brian and Roy were both in their late thirties. 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 the two newcomers warmly and asked
them for their opinion of Arnim's new bum-boy. My face
went bright red as Brian and Roy gave me the once over.

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

Roy simply looked at Paul and, with a glint in his eye,
smiled.

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

Arnim and Leo were pleased to see that 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 two
men had entered the room - fearing 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 length, which was circumcised, and
Roy's seven-inch length, which was uncut.

Paul was never worried about me over reacting to his
little surprise. Being a good judge of character, he
knew 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 wouldn't I welcome a surprise gang-
bang.

The four men took great delight in dominating me for the
remainder of the afternoon. My arse-cheeks were slapped
repeatedly as each man took it in turn to tweak my
nipples and squeeze my balls. 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 dominated by a group of heavy-
handed 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 bath and a respite, which lasted for almost an
hour, I was led back to the bedroom for another session
in front 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
pre-teen 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 arsehole at times,' 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 bloody pubes.'

Using a razor and a pair of scissors, Brian and Leo
removed all the hair from around my genitals in no time
at all. Arnim ensured that I was scalped with the utmost
care, although the TCP and ice-cold water he used to
finish off the job did put our friendship on hold for
several teeth-clenching minutes.

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. And as before, the four 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 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 forget.

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Part 2
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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 hard-core
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 a variant of strip poker.

Boy number one was a cute little blond. He had doll-like
eyes, a small upturned nose and rosebud lips. His card
playing skills were next to non-existent, so he didn't
smile all that often. However, when he did win a hand,
his impish grin lit up the screen.

Boy number two had a shock of dark hair and a long, thin
face. He wasn't good-looking, but the spectacles he wore
gave him the look of an innocent swot, which, from a
boy-lover's point of view, made him just as attractive
as the cute little blond.

The adult member of the cast was ideally suited to the
role of seducer. His reassuring smile encouraged the two
boys, even when they were losing heavily, to keep on
playing. The man looked like everyone's favourite uncle.
He had wiry brown hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled chin;
and his warm, friendly manner ensured that the boys
unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped without complaint.

Within ten minutes the boys were completely naked and
performing a series of cock-sucking forfeits on each
other. The blond was lying flat-out on the table, on his
back, with the swot above him in a sixty-nine position.
The man stood beside the table and encouraged the boys
to suck cock, and as they did so, he gently caressed the
swot's tiny buttocks.

Then, as the man began finger-fucking the youngster's
arsehole, 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...'

Graham stopped talking the instant Leo switched on the
living-room light. The poor man couldn't believe his
eyes: Arnim had pulled back my foreskin as far as it
would go and was repeatedly running the tip of his right
index finger over the shiny, wet knob. He could see that
I was in desperate need of relief, but knew, as I did,
that Arnim wasn't going to satisfy 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
man was in his late twenties, good-looking and muscular.
He had wavy brown hair, a hairy chest and a long, uncut
cock.

The boy, who was maybe seven or eight years old, was
another cute little blond, and looked like the brother
of the blond from the previous film. He had a really
tiny, uncut cock, which stood upright when fully erect.
Leo stopped the film a few seconds after the boy had
taken hold of the man's hard-standing cock.

Graham didn't say a word when the light came on again.
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 chain
held him suspended in mid-air.

He hung there, completely helpless, as one man slapped
his arse-cheeks and the other squeezed his ball sac. The
two men then spun him round and round so that they could
both slap his arse as it passed by.

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

Arnim wasn't foolish enough to think that he could
contain my excitement for much longer, especially with
the images on the screen getting 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 Graham for help.

Graham was only too happy 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: 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 next 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 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
darkness for almost eight hours; and to add insult to
injury, a dozen or so ropes held me securely in place:
with one rope looped around my head several times 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, said Graham, 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 spare bedroom
were filled with black and white photographs of naked
and semi-naked boys. Graham had taken 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 been
able 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 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 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 Master Robert sitting in an old leather
armchair. The school uniform was nowhere to be seen and
the youngster was stroking his fully erect cock, which
was really tiny.

It took quite a time 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 3
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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 summons from
Graham arrived by post. It 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 outside Graham's door
on the dimly lit landing. The neighbour at number twelve
was a nosy old cow, so there was a real risk of being
discovered 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 the 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 someone coming
up the stairs.

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. I shuddered from head to toe 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 the man 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 metal
banister.

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

I sighed with relief; but still I couldn't stop shaking.

'Graham said you were a handsome young buck,' he said
with a grin. '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
landing, 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
on the landing; 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 friends kept going over the details
of my humiliation as they tied me to the bed and went to
work on my cock and ball sac with hot candle wax.

I was taken to the holding cell and placed in the wooden
chair when the retired schoolmaster and his friend had
finished with me. George used twice the amount of rope
that was needed to secure me to the chair, and tied each
length 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; and 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 friends 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
debauchery. 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 Peter
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. 'Peter'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 the mug 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 and the dog mounts him
from the rear.'

'Just like he 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 pervert, 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.'

Outside, a clap of thunder signalled the beginnings of a
storm that would rumble on for hours. I could hear the
rain beating against the window 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 thing to do. 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 forever. I could
hear, over the sound of the mounting storm, muffled
voices in the hallway from time to time, but no one came
into the room. I began to think that Graham and George
had completely forgotten about me. Some party, I
thought. What if the two old sods...

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 nothing 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 fresh 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 room 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 stories 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 orgies he had attended, and how Graham, a
fellow housemaster, had turned some of the boys in his
care into obedient sex slaves.

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 outside the room to shag me that
afternoon. Harry immediately went back to work on my
cock with his tongue and lips; and as he did so, a
deluge of sperm erupted from my knob 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 several long
minutes; 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 4
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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 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 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 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 believed 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 man who stayed behind to look after 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 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?'

'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 another sixteen-year-old boy.

'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 John. 'C'mon, let
me have a go.'

John 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 the 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 and
let the man work on my bum-hole with his warm, wet
tongue.

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

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

'Yes, yes,' I said breathlessly.

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

Howard and Ian tightened their grip on my legs when
John'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 mad
fool.

'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 John's hard work
and a good coating of Vaseline on the stem. 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, John,' 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 John
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 John's
vigorous performance. They watched, green 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 England.'

'He gets a lot of practice,' said Howard. 'In fact, Ian
and John 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. John had reached a climax and
was eager to share the news with everyone in the room,
if not the flat. I began to tug at my wrist-straps and
whoop like a monkey as he released his seed.

Howard was quick to step into the breach and take over
from his spent friend. His hard-standing cock slipped
effortlessly into my bum-hole; and although it didn't
stay there for 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 John. '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 John. 'Let the nice man fuck
your arse and fill it up with spunk.'

My head dropped as 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 and
filled my rectum with 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 another 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 lots seed.

Graham was more of a sucker than a fucker, so when his
turn 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 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: my poor cock had
been neglected for far too long. It had been throbbing
and twitching 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 nearly choked the man.

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Part 5
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A week after the gang-bang at the flat, Paul asked me to
help him salvage an observational project that was going
awry at the hospital. He lost me in a jungle of jargon,
but kept emphasizing how important the project was to
him, and how he was hoping to write a paper on it.

We arrived at eleven o'clock on Sunday morning and left
around three in the afternoon. Beyond the main gate, the
hospital grounds seemed to go on forever. Old Victorian
buildings filled the entire site, and most of them were
in desperate need of renovation. I sat in silence as
Paul drove his Bentley to the psychosurgical unit.

Once there, we made our way to his office. Paul put on
his white coat and picked up a bunch of keys from the
desk. We left the office and walked down a labyrinth of
wide corridors and up several flights of stairs to our
destination, which was an interview room on the top
floor of a building that held, amongst others, Mr Lance
Worthington.

Worthington was on Paul's current list of patients. He
was scheduled for experimental psychosurgery which, it
was hoped, would reduce his sexual urges and curb his
aggressive behaviour toward the weaker sex, i.e. young
men like me who couldn't fight off his amorous advances.
Worthington was a sexual predator, but he was nowhere
near as mad as those held in Broadmoor; however, Paul
was taking a big risk by letting him loose on his young
slave.

Once inside the interview room, which had no windows, I
was told to strip naked. I was then ordered to stand in
a corner of the room with my legs apart and my hands
behind my back. I clenched my teeth and shuddered when
the light went out and I heard the door open and then
close behind the psychiatrist. Paul locked the heavy
wooden door behind him and went back to his office to
fetch a hospital gown and a pair of regulation slippers.

I stood in the darkness for what seemed like forever.
Paul had switched off the light, locked me in the room
and carried off all my clothes. My vivid imagination
began to focus on the motive behind the good doctor's
visit to the hospital. What if I was being set-up? Paul
may have arranged for me to be sectioned under the
Mental Health Act, and no one would be able to question
the decision. After all, what would a sane person be
doing wandering around a psychiatric hospital in the
nude, and when questioned, have no idea why he was
there?

I considered leaving my post, but Graham and George had
taught me well. Besides, where could I go, even if I did
manage to get out of the interview room?

The sound of a key turning in the lock brought me back
to reality. Paul opened the door, switched on the light
and told Worthington, the man standing behind him, my
name and age. The deal they had agreed upon was quite
straightforward: Worthington would comply with all the
hospital rules for a month and agree to undergo a few
painful tests, and in return, he could fuck a wimp while
the good doctor looked on.

Paul locked the door as Worthington took off his gown
and slippers. He then watched the burly nutter grab hold
of me like a hungry bear. I was lifted off the floor and
carried to the centre of the room, where a wooden table
was bolted to the floor. I was laid out on the table and
had a finger forced into my mouth. It was then that the
nutter grabbed hold of my ball sac and squeezed it real
hard.

'Don't you go biting, boy,' Worthington warned. 'I'll
rip off your bollocks and stuff 'em into your mouth if
you do.'

'He won't bite, Lance,' said Paul firmly. 'He likes
being bossed around; he's famous for it.'

'Good. That's good,' said Worthington with a smile.

The feeding frenzy went on for almost two and a half
hours. The nutter pushed and pulled me around as if I
were a child's rag doll. I didn't resist his advances or
complain about his heavy-handed tactics, but equally, I
didn't comply with his demands as readily as I should
have done. Later, I put this lack of enthusiasm down to
the resentment I was feeling toward Paul at the time,
and the way the arrogant bastard had casually pimped me
out to a convicted rapist.

The long walk back to the office, dressed only in a
hospital gown and slippers, was a very uncomfortable
journey for me. Paul led the way down the stairs and
through the security doors. We passed no one on the way,
which saved my blushes as I hobbled along the corridors
in the ill-fitting gown. I swore under my breath as I
recalled how Worthington had used and abused my body,
and how Paul had encouraged him to do so.

My cock twitched as I remembered how helpless I had felt
during the ordeal. It twitched again when I recalled the
moment I was impaled on Worthington's sex starved cock,
which was as big as Arnim's but far more demanding. My
cock began to rise beneath the gown as I realised how
exciting and dangerous it had all been. Being thrown in
at the deep end had initially made me angry, but now I
was warming to the idea of being pimped out to single-
minded men.

* * *

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 the 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.

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 a boy's parents should visit the
store while he was upstairs being fucked, they would be
told that little Johnny was out with the van driver,
picking up a consignment of boots from the warehouse.

Other boys, like me, were recruited by Paul and his
friends. Leo and the doctor distributed the films and
helped sign up new talent. They 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 meant to be in
the park playing football 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 bondage, apart
from the odd scene featuring a scout being tied up by a
dominant scoutmaster. In fact, apart from me, there were
only two other lads involved in the bondage side of
things.

After three enjoyable years in front of the camera I was
asked to step out of the limelight and make way for a
freshly minted slave. Arnim and his friends became a
little distant after that, so I decided to give them the
elbow and venture out on my own.

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Black Knight Takes White Pawn (R5)

Copyright © 2006 by Trevor Martindale and Simon Taylor

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