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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 teenage boys. 
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or 
offended by such material.

The Craving - Part 2

By Trevor Martindale

The public bar was packed with West Indians when Simon 
and I entered the Bedford Arms. My boyfriend was clearly 
enjoying all the attention he was attracting from those 
around him, but I was more concerned about our safety.

A bald-headed man in his fifties, sporting a prominent 
gold tooth, put his hand on my shoulder and told me to 
follow him upstairs.

'I recognized the two of yer, straight away,' he shouted 
over the hubbub of the throng we were wading through. 
'You two boys are stars in this neck of the woods; those 
photo-sets of you being humped are a big hit.'

Simon giggled when someone in the crowd playfully slapped 
his arse and said something I missed.

'See. They all want a piece of yer,' he continued.

We climbed the stairs to the top floor and entered a room 
that had been converted into a photographic studio.

The room was extremely large and separated into three 
areas: the one to the left had a black leather settee at 
its centre; the one to the right had a large double bed; 
and the area in the centre was filled with an array of 
lighting stands and camera tripods; and intermingled 
amongst this equipment stood the naked cast (Gary and 
three black men) and the fully dressed crew (Arnim, Bryan 
and Paul).

Arnim acknowledged us with a smile as he stood listening 
to Bryan's plan for the next session. Apparently, prior 
to our arrival, Preston had seduced Gary on the settee, 
stripped him naked and pleasured him with his fingers and 
tongue. Then, once naked, the man had introduced Gary to 
his two naked friends, Devon and Leon. The next session 
would see the men carrying Gary across to the bed and 
fucking his brains out.

'Fucking thing,' said Bryan, as he continued to fiddle 
with the tripod that was refusing to hold the cine camera 
in place.

'I told you to use another tripod,' rebuked Paul. 'We've 
got three of the bloody things around here somewhere.'

'Well, bugger me,' said Bryan, throwing his arms up in 
delight. 'Davy and Simon must have brought us some good 
luck. The thing's stayed put this time.'

Paul mumbled something uncomplimentary about Bryan under 
his breath, and then switched on the photofloods and 
waited for Gary and the three studs to step into the 
limelight.

'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Bryan. 'And 
don't forget, Preston. I want to see that cock of yours 
really hard by the time I zoom in for the first close-
up.'

Gary smiled coyly as Preston came up behind him, kissed 
the side of his neck and squeezed his tiny arse-cheeks. 
Paul put a reassuring hand on Bryan's shoulder to let him 
know that they were still friends; and as he did so, Gee, 
the old black man, signalled that Simon and I should get 
out of the way and stand over by the curtained windows, 
which offered a better view of the developing sex-romp.

Gary and the three studs were quick to get into their 
stride. The skinny teenager was carried over to the bed 
and thrown, unceremoniously, onto it. The men then jumped 
onto the bed and crowded in around their prize.

'Superb!' said Bryan, with a tremor in his voice. 'That 
looks so-o-o sexy.'

'Kiss and lick those cocks, Gary,' ordered Arnim. 'And 
Preston, pinch his nipples .... He likes that.'

As the romp continued under the photofloods, Gee took 
hold of Simon's cock and started to play with it.

Preston did as Arnim suggested, which prompted Gary to 
give out a low moan of satisfaction as he wrapped his 
hands around Devon and Leon's erections. The sight of a 
skinny teenager having sex with three burly black men was 
far too stimulating for words. All I could do was stand 
and watch, open mouthed.

'Okay, Gary,' said Bryan. 'Move forward and let Preston's 
fingers go to work on your love-hole.'

Gary spread his legs, leaned forward and placed his hands 
flat-out on the bed. He then turned and smiled directly 
into the camera's lens as Preston began fingering his 
tight 'love-hole'.

'That's it, that's it,' Bryan enthused. 'It's a pity we 
don't have another camera up and running. We could have 
done with a close-up of both his head and tail.'

'Just concentrate on the head shot,' said Arnim.

I stood by the curtained windows and watched Gary's body 
tense, relax, and tense again in response to Preston's 
probing fingers. I became very envious of the boy when I 
heard him cooing and sighing with such intensity. It was 
then that I heard Gee tell Simon to drop his trousers, 
lean forward and take hold of his knees.

For some ten minutes, Gary and Simon were treated to an 
exhilarating and mind-blowing bout of fingering. Simon's 
body quaked with excitement as Gee used the tip of his 
fingers to keep my boyfriend pleading for 'more, more, 
more,' - just like Gary was doing on the end of Preston's 
probing fingers.

'That's it, Gee,' said Arnim. 'Get him ready for the next 
session. We can fuck him on the bed later, after the boys 
have finished poking Gary.'

The camera zoomed in to capture a tight close-up of Gary 
struggling to cope with Leon's nine-inch cock - his mouth 
was simply too small to accommodate the whole thing in 
one go. Unfortunately, I missed out on what happened 
next: Gee's fingers had struck gold and Simon was howling 
with satisfaction.

Simon grasped his knees, shook his head and said, 'please 
don't stop'. I couldn't keep my eyes off the old man and 
my slutty boyfriend.

'What a horny little fucker,' said Arnim. 'He certainly 
likes all that attention you're giving him, Gee.'

'Don't over do it,' put in Paul. 'We don't want him 
shagged out before the big event.'

I shuddered with excitement as my imagination conjured up 
a vivid image of the 'big event': Simon was going to be 
fucked by dozens of big, burly men. They were all waiting 
on the staircase, and they were all naked and extremely 
horny.

'Come on, Sugar,' said Gee. 'Let's fool around on the 
settee .... It'll be more comfortable.'

'But,' Simon said in a disappointed huff.

'No buts!' chide Gee. 'The settee awaits us.'

>From the glint in his eye, I knew that Gee was expecting 
Simon to reward him for all the hard work he had put in 
so far; and sure enough, the instant they were on the 
settee he assumed the position and invited my boyfriend 
to suck on his hard-standing cock.

'That's it, Sugar,' he cooed, as Simon ran his tongue 
over the old man's cock-head. 'Keep doing.... Ah! Yes, 
yes, yes-s-s-s.'

Meanwhile, on the bed, Devon and Gary were locked in a 
passionate embrace. The camera had been moved to a new 
location, to get a better view of the action, and Paul 
and Arnim were waiting for Devon to end the scene by 
turning Gary on to his front and spreading his legs 
apart.

'That's grand,' said Bryan. 'Now, in the next scene I 
want to see you climb aboard and take the boy for an anal 
ride. And don't go worrying about being too hard on the 
lad, he can handle it.'

As Devon reached for the Vaseline, Bryan announced that 
he needed to replace the film in the cine camera; a task 
that only took a couple of minutes to complete.

With a new real of film in the camera, Bryan signalled to 
Arnim that he was ready to resume.

'Okay, everybody,' said Arnim. 'Let's get this show on 
the road. We have a hole to fill and an audience to 
please, so chop, chop.'

Gary sniggered and braced himself for the scene ahead. He 
had been arse-fucked before, but never by a cock that was 
as big as Devon's.

The teenager winced when Devon's cock-head entered his 
arsehole, and he shuddered as the Vaseline coated cock 
pushed its way into his rectum.

'Spread those legs apart, Gary,' boomed Arnim. 'And don't 
look so glum. It's good to have a cock up your bum.'

Bryan looked up from the camera and gave an exaggerated 
sigh: he had heard the same old line from Arnim before. 
Gary was too preoccupied with Devon's lust for his arse 
to take much notice of the joke. He just shut his eyes 
and grimaced when the man's powerful buttocks began 
hammering his body into the mattress.

Because of all the attention he had received from the 
three studs, Gary was far too exhausted to watch his 
replacement being stretched out on the bed and fucked by 
Arnim and Gee. The two men managed to put Simon in the 
same exhausted state as Gary. In fact, the two teenagers 
spent a good hour recovering on the settee while their 
lovers drank beer and discussed their sexual prowess.

* * *

A month after that first gang-bang at Paul's flat, the 
shrink 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 vital the 
project was to his research, and how he was hoping to 
publish a paper on it.

We arrived at the hospital at eleven o'clock on Sunday 
morning and left around two 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 his 
desk. We left the office and walked up several flights of 
stairs and along a wide corridor to our destination, 
which was an interview room on the top floor of the 
building.

Unknown to me, a Mr Lance Worthington was also in the 
building. He was scheduled for some experimental surgery 
which, it was hoped, would reduce his sexual urges and 
curb his aggressive behaviour toward the weaker sex, i.e. 
young men who couldn't fight off his amorous advances. 
Worthington was a sexual predator, but he was nowhere 
near as dangerous as those held in Broadmoor; however, 
Paul was taking a big risk by letting him loose on me.

Once inside the interview room, which had no windows, I 
was told to strip naked and stand in a corner of the room 
with my hands behind my back. I clenched my teeth and 
shuddered when the light went out and I heard the door 
close behind the exiting psychiatrist. Paul locked the 
heavy wooden door behind him and went back to his office 
to fetch a hospital gown and a pair of 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 I didn't have it in me 
to go against Paul. 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 the two men had struck 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 watched.

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 spread 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 down your throat if you 
do.'

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

'Good. That's good,' said Worthington, smiling.

The feeding frenzy went on for almost two 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 psycho 
rapist.

The long walk back to the office, with me dressed in a 
hospital gown and slippers, was very uncomfortable and 
humiliating for me. Paul led the way through the security 
doors and down the stairs. 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 randy, 
dominant men.

* * *

Simon and I were both naked when our guests rang the 
doorbell.

'I'll get the door,' I said. 'You sit on the floor by the 
sofa.'

The opening edge of the front door hit me full-square on 
the forehead as Gee and his friends burst into the flat, 
drunk - the five of them had decided to meet in the Royal 
Oak before the planned fuck-fest. I was sent flying and 
hit the wall with an almighty thump - the sight of a 
naked white boy had sent the men into an uncontrollable 
frenzy.

The front door slammed shut as I was pinned against the 
wall by the inebriated black men. My air supply was cut 
off several times by hands pressing against my throat; my 
feet were trampled on by a variety of boots and shoes; 
and my nipples were pinched and pulled by some pretty 
powerful fingers. I tried to struggle free when my cock 
and ball-sac were pulled in two different directions at 
once. Unfortunately, this token act of defiance only made 
things worse.

'Come on, rarse,' said Carl. 'Let's make a fight of it. I 
like hurtin' bum-boys who don't wanna play ball.'

'Ease up, Carl,' said Lloyd. 'He's only had a couple of 
rough sessions so far. I think five onto one might be too 
much for him. Besides, we have his boyfriend to look 
after; he likes being knocked about.'

'I want to look after this long streak of piss,' snapped 
Carl. 'Gee and I will screw him to the floor while you 
three take care of his boyfriend.'

'Fuck off, you blood,' were the words I was hoping to 
hear from Lloyd, but he remained silent as Carl pulled me 
away from the wall by my cock.

'He's a nice looking boy,' said Carl, running his fingers 
through my hair. 'Let's find him a comfortable bed to lie 
on.'

Lloyd and the other two men stepped back as I was frog- 
marched along the hallway by Carl, who pulled on my cock 
while Gee held my hands behind my back. I didn't say a 
word as I was pushed and pulled into the bedroom.

'Stand with your feet apart and your hands behind your 
head,' ordered Carl.

I did as I was told. This was clearly the calm before the 
storm.

The two men circled me like sharks.

Suddenly, and without warning, Carl punched me in the 
stomach. I doubled up and stumbled back into Gee's arms.

'I'll bite your fuckin' cock off if you start playing 
up,' snarled Carl.

'Is that clear, rarse?' added Gee.

Winded, I reply by nodding my head.

'I can't hear you,' said Carl, punching me again.

'Yes-s-s,' I spluttered, as Gee released me.

'Button it, arsehole,' interrupted Gee. 'Now get on the 
bed and start playing with your cock.'

I spread myself out on the stripped-down bed and took 
hold of my flaccid cock. The two men watched me intensely 
as they undressed.

'Now I need to punish you with this,' said Carl, holding 
up a twelve-inch, wooden ruler. 'My old teacher always 
used a wooden ruler to punish me when I was acting the 
goat. What did your teacher use?'

'The same,' I lied, sycophantically.

'Good, good; so you're happy for me to punish you with 
this little beauty?' asked Carl.

'Yes,' I lied again.

I thought the bastard was going to use the ruler on my 
hand. However, I was taken completely by surprise when he 
pulled my hand away and whacked my hard-standing cock 
instead.

'Fuckin' hell!' I shrieked, sitting up abruptly. 'That 
fuckin' hurt.

The second blow brought tears to my eyes as Gee made sure 
I didn't use my hands to cover my genitals. He then had 
to use some considerable force to prevent me from fending 
off the third blow.

I was still f-ing and blinding when they rolled me over 
on to my front and began punishing my arse-cheeks and the 
soles of my feet. I buried my face in the mattress and 
yelled at the top of my voice as the ruler went to work 
on my backside and feet.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I continued to yell when the ruler 
was replaced with an onslaught of biting and slapping. My 
arse and feet were bright red from the assault, but still 
the two ruffians kept hurting me.

It was only when I stopped swearing and made a promise to 
be 'dutiful' did they pull the plug on the pain. However, 
the sex that followed was just as manic and uncomfortable 
as the stuff that had gone on before.

For most of the time I was held in an agonizing jack-
knife position, with my head stuck between my feet and my 
arse up in the air. The two men, who both had some pretty 
heavy stubble, took great delight in grazing my arse-
crack, anus and ball-sac. My inflamed cock and arse-
cheeks were also treated to the stubble's rough caress.

'Let's see if you can bend over a little more and suck on 
that knob of yours,' said Carl.

'I don't think I can.'

'Nonsense,' said Gee, as he pushed down on my arse and 
thighs. 'Let me give you a helping hand.'

'Argggh!' I shrieked. 'It hurts, it hurts.'

'What a baby,' chide Carl. 'Let me help.'

The two men pushed and pulled me into a variety of 
painful and contorted positions before finally admitting 
defeat. They then took hold of my ankles and dragged me 
off the bed. I hit the floor with a bump, and was kicked 
in the side as Carl ordered me to lie flat out on my back 
with my mouth open.

Gee's hard-standing cock filled my mouth as the weight of 
his body pressed down on my face. I was gagging on his 
cock and fighting for air at the same time, and as I 
struggled, Carl began hitting my cock with the twelve-
inch ruler again.

For ten to fifteen minutes I was forced to endure Gee's 
brutal face-fucking and Carl's spiteful assault on my 
cock, ball-sac and feet. I was a total wreck by the time 
they threw me back on the bed and spread my arse-cheeks 
apart.

Gee was the first to fuck me. His cock replaced Carl's 
Vaseline-covered fingers and stretched my rectum to the 
maximum. The man then pounded my body into the mattress 
while I lay, in a daze, on a sweat-soaked sheet.

'Fuck him harder, Gee,' said Carl. 'He can take it.'

Sweat continued to pour off me as the man held me down 
and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He then stopped 
for a moment, feigning a possible respite, before 
plunging in again and humping me even more ferociously.

I was huffing and puffing like an old steam engine by the 
time Gee shed his load. The bedroom echoed to the sound 
of animal-like grunts and groans as he came down from 
cloud nine and collapsed on top of me.

'Fuckin' sweet!' exclaimed Carl. 'What a show! What a 
fuckin' horny show.'

Gee rolled off me a few minutes later and called on his 
friend to take over. I was mounted and lanced to the spot 
before I had a chance to request a five-minute breather. 
Carl's hard-standing cock was less formidable than Gee's 
impaler, but still it took its toll of my burning hole.

'Come on, man,' said Gee to Carl. 'Ride him hard! Make 
him cough up that cock-head of yours.'

Carl renewed his efforts by grabbing my shoulders and 
increasing his stroke rate.

'In, out! In, out!' chanted Gee.

I raised my head off the mattress and shook the sweat 
from my brow. The man was power fucking me like the nutty 
rapist had done a week earlier.

'In, out! In, out!' continued Gee. 'Fuck his brains out.'

The two of us began grunting and groaning in unison as my 
inner sanctum was flooded by yet another load of seed. 
Carl's climax lasted a good deal longer than Gee's, and 
still he continued to fuck me in fits and starts for some 
time after.

'The poor sod's done in,' said Gee to Carl. 'Let's call 
it a day and hit the showers.'

'Okay, old man,' replied Carl. 'But he's coming home with 
us when we leave. I want to fuck that smooth, white arse 
some more.'

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Copyright Trevor Martindale - September 2009

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