A QUICK DIRTY STORY

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck me!  My head's spinning. And it's not from the drink, either - although I did have a fair few last night.  We always do, when we're away on a rugby tour. But after no more than five pints I went off, leaving the other lads in the strip club - I needed action, real action, something to give my cock a good work out.  Us forwards tend to be like that - when you're six two, fit, and strong, you need to exercise your cock regularly to keep it in as good shape as the rest of you.  It's OK for the married blokes - well, I suppose it is, as some of them don't look as if they get it all that often - but us single guys have to work at it if we need a steady stream of cunt to fuck.

I remembered now.  It was all coming back to me.  After the strip club I was lurching down the street when I saw this fantastic bird.  I went up to her - well, you never know your luck, do you - and she let me buy her a drink in a bar.  She was hot for me - started stroking my cock through my Jeans as we sat at a table.  I knew the lads would be in the strip club for hours, so I took her back to our hotel - actually, even if my roommate came in he'd go away again, as I've got quite a reputation for that sort of thing.  When I opened her blouse and took her bra off she had fabulous tits.  I pulled my shirt and T off as I wanted to feel them against my naked chest, jutting into me, and as I started to kiss her, then something stung my shoulder.  As I started to drop to the floor I saw her standing there with a hypodermic needle.

Fuck me.... And now here I am, in a cell.  What the fuck's going on?  As my head clears a bit I can see guards, but they're pakkis or hindus or muslims or something peculiar, because even though I'm shouting at them they don't seem to understand and when they shout back at me it's in some foreign rubbish. 

There's a lavatory in my cell and I realise I need a crap badly.  Those bastard guards are looking at me, but I don't care - I just have to drop my Jeans and go.  Then I sit back on the narrow bunk, and wait.  I've been in jail before - only overnight - for being drunk, and sooner or later they come and let you out.

I don't know how long I was there. Some fucker seems to have stolen my watch.  But the phone goes, the guards jabber away, then come to get me.  Well, at least they're going to let me go, so I don't give them and grief and follow them down the hall.  But it's not to be let go - they push me into a big tiled shower room - one of those huge ones you get in prisons and places like that (and in some rugger clubs that don't have a proper communal bath) - lots of shower heads, and no curtains or anything.  The guards jabber at me and it's obvious they want me to shower - well, it must be something they do before they release you, and I must admit that I could do with one.  I'm pretty musty after sleeping in my clothes, and it might help to clear my head.

I don't like the way the guards look at me as I strip off - pointing at my body and laughing and joking, I think, with each other.   Why can't they speak English, properly?  I'm not worried, though - I know they're just jealous of my hard body and my above average cock.  My job on the building site keeps me pretty trim, and the rugger training and the gym sessions see to it that there's not an ounce of fat on me.  At twenty six I'm a prime piece of man meat, and it's only a matter of time before some lucky lady gets me - there's enough of them who like my strong hairy thighs and my tight arse pumping away as I get my cock into them!

As I'm standing there soaping myself, these four black guys come in, and even I'm amazed.  Well, I mean, at the rugger club we've got a couple of black guys, but nothing like these four.  For one thing, they're really black, not just very dark brown - I read somewhere that it's not the sun, it's that they're form some different part of the world, Chad or something, where ages ago their ancestors weren't fucked by their white owners. For another, they're so fucking alike - they could almost be quads.  They're all tall, like me, and all superbly muscled (also like me) - it's easy to tell as, except for the tops of their heads where they have very, very short hair, their bodies are completely smooth.  Not a trace of hair anywhere - not on their pecs, or their pits, or even their pubes - they're completely smooth.  And it really makes their muscles stand out:  you can really see their definition without any hair, and it makes me think I might think about shaving my chest when I get home so the women can see my pecs better.  I wonder what it's like without anything around your pubes, though - it makes their cocks look big, but I don't think they're actually bigger than mine.  Perhaps it's because they're all cut  - blokes without 'skins always look bigger, I think, when their cocks are just hanging there.... No, don't get me wrong, I don't go around looking at blokes' cocks, and I've never actually seen another bloke with an erection.  But you can't help noticing it, can you, on some of the porn DVDs, as the blokes are getting lined up to shag?         

They're all chattering away to each other as they shower, then they come over to me and start to lead me into a corner.  There, sticking out of the wall low down is a flexible metal pipe with a thermostatic valve above it, that looks a bit like a normal shower control, except that it's so low down.  As I watch one of them bends over, pulls his arse cheeks apart, and one of his mates sticks the pipe up it and turns a valve on.  They all stand and watch, and I do, too, as I'm a bit amazed at this.  After about a minute the guy stands up and I see his belly's all swollen.  He jumps up and down a bit, then squats down and craps, right there, in the shower!   It's all sloppy and runs everywhere, but the water rushing down on us soon washes it all away.  Then he bends over, and his mate puts the pipe up again, and he does it all over again.  Fucking hell, I've heard about enemas to clean you out - a lot of rich people pay to have "colonic irrigation" it says in the papers - but I never thought it would be like this, exposing your arse and everything.

There's nothing I can do about it - I go to leave the showers, but the guards point at me and make me go back.  So I have to stand there and watch as all four of them go through this stuff, four times each.  On the last time I see the water gushing out of their holes is really clean.

Suddenly they come over to me and start to tug me towards the pipe.  "Hey, no fucking way!", I yell, and their gentle pushing gets a lot more insistent.  Two of them are holding me around my biceps now in a really tight grip, and I know there's no way I can escape, even though I start to struggle.  There's no way I'm going to bend over and expose myself, but they don't seem to care - the guy holding the pipe kneels down behind me and I can feel him pulling my arse apart, and then the warm metal pipe is scraped along my arse crack, and then he pushes it, and it goes in!  I'm really shouting now, calling them all fuckers and cunts, and perverts.  But they don't seem to care.  The guy turns on the water, and I start to feel my insides fill and then start to swell up - it's getting really uncomfortable, and I'm desperate to crap.  I can feel  my belly expanding as more and more water goes in me, and it's getting harder and harder to control myself.  I stop screaming at the guys and now I'm crying out in pain, because it's starting to get scary - what happens if something inside me ruptures, or something?  It's a real relief when he turns off the water and pulls the pipe out - gently, actually.  But then I'm in real trouble, as I've got the biggest need to crap that I've ever had.  They hold me upright for a couple of minutes and now I'm pleading with them to let me go so I can squat down - I'm terrified that I'm just going to have to let go, and get all my legs and everything covered in my own shit.... I couldn't stand that.  But then, thank Christ, they push me down and I'm squatting there, and I just let it happen - there's a great feeling of gushing, and all the water and crap pours out of me with amazing force, just like when you've got a really bad case of the squits.  The two guys holding my arms get their feet and ankles covered in my crap, but they don't seem to care!

They do it three more times to me, and then all stand there, smiling at me.  I don't know what to do.  These blokes have done something so intimate to me, something that I thought they only did in hospitals.  They got my crap all over them, and washed it away without a care in the world.  And now all five of us are naked, just looking at each other, as the water from the showers carries on whooshing down.

The guards must have done something because the water goes off.  The four blokes pick up a container and shake it over their bodies, then start to rub each other all over - it's oil of some kind, and their black skins start to actually glisten under the lights.  Then one of them kneels by one of the others, puts some of the oil on his fingers, and starts to shove them up the guy's arse, as if he's specially greasing his arse hole.  In turn, he does two more, then  he kneels whilst one of them does the same to him.  They don't seem to mind their fellows fingering their holes like this -  but when they come towards me, holding out the oil on  their fingers, I start to scream and shout again and call them fucking perverts.  No bloke is going to stick his finger up my bum.

"You'd be well advised to accept this", one suddenly says, in perfect English.  

"What the fuck.... You were all jabbering away in some foreign stuff... Now you can speak all of a sudden."

"Look, I come from the East End... Why shouldn't I?  But the guards like us to speak Arabic."

"What the fuck is going on?  Where am I?  What's happening....?"

"A good question.  What the fuck is going on is a nice way of putting it, mate - a lot's going to be going on later, as you're going to fuck one of us, and one of us is going to fuck you.  You're in the Boss's palace, and we're the after-dinner cabaret, so to speak.  He likes to see a lot of hard blokes like us fucking, and tonight, to entertain his guests,  he's ordered a 'man sandwich' - a nice slice of white meat, like you, in between two pieces of brown, that's two of us.  So, if I were you, I'd let Rob here slick your hole a bit - when one of these cocks starts to go up it, it will be a lot easier if it's properly lubed.  And, if you've never done it before, you'll appreciate a bit of stretching first...."

"Fuck me, no!  Of course I haven't done it before.  It's disgusting.  No one's going up my hole, and I'm certainly not fucking a bloke!  That's one thing you can't make me do."

"Look, mate, just calm down and try and make it easy for all of us.  You will get fucked, and if you don't co-operate it will just make it harder for you - and us.  We'll hold you down, and you know you can't stop four of us.  Then it doesn't matter how much you wriggle and squirm, one of these cocks is going up that nice,  tight, virgin hole of yours.  The more you struggle, the more painful it will be."

"No..."

"Yes.  It's absolutely certain.  The only thing to be decided is which one of us is going to do it.  We all like taking a bloke's cherry, but the Boss will select which one of us gets it first when he sees you."

"You can't make me fuck...."

"Yes, we can.  The Boss will choose one of our arses, and that cock of yours will get its first experience of proper fucking.  We're experienced at this, believe me, and a lot of guys have been 'taught' the pleasure of a nice hot arsehole..."

"You're mad.  You can't make a bloke fuck someone against his will.  I mean.... I won't go hard.  You can't force a soft cock..."

The bloke just laughed.  He said something to the guards, then to his mates, and they grabbed me again.  They forced me to my knees, and I'm kneeling in front of him, his monstrous cock right in front of me.  He reaches down, grabs my hair as best he can (I keep it short) and pulls my head back.  "Open wide, and swallow this..."

"Fuck, you, no!"

He steps forward slightly, and raises his foot and kicks my balls.  I start to scream, and I'm struggling as best I can to try to get up, or away, but the two blokes holding me really have me gripped tight.  He stands there, looking down at me, and I feel his foot come up and start to tease my balls - it's all hot against my sac, and he moves it from side to side, and up and down.  Oh, fucking hell, this can't be happening to me.  Blokes just don't do this, do they?

"Now, don't be stupid.  Feel my foot?  Well, if you don't want it to get excited again, open your fucking mouth, and keep it open until I tell you to close it!"

What the fuck can I do?  My balls are really hurting already.  So I open my mouth.  I see him smiling down at me, then, quick as a flash, he takes a pill he's been hiding in his hand and drops it in, right to the back of my tongue.  I start to gag a bit, and to try to force it out, but then he leans right down, puts his mouth close to mine, and I wonder what's happening, and then I know - he gobs a huge load of his spit straight into my mouth:  a huge, slimy, hot mouthful of another bloke's gob.   That makes me start to swallow, and he quickly clamps my nose closed and I know that I've got to empty my mouth and breathe that way, so I swallow, several times, and his gob and the pill go down.

I'm kneeling there now, almost crying, and choking as I try to recover.

"See?", he says.  "That's what you get if you don't co-operate.  And it could have been so easy - you could just have swallowed the Viagra without all this fuss.  That cock of yours is going to be hard tonight when it goes up one of our arses."

"You dirty fucker.. You gobbed in my mouth... You...."

"Oh shut up!  Don't be a wimp. It's no worse than deep kissing, and I bet you've done that lots of times.  Just a bit more fluid, that's all.  And wait until you get a nice mouthful of spunk from one of our cocks....  Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?  You get to fuck one, one fucks you, and the other two you get to suck and swallow."

I was going to tell him that he was mad, when the guards shouted something.  The blokes holding me let me up, and they all four walked off together, laughing and joking and slapping each other on the back and arse.  I stayed kneeling there, in despair, until the guards shouted at me and I realised they wanted me to get dressed, as they were pointing at my clothes.

They took me back to the cell I'd been in, and I just sat there again, until they came for me once more.  This time we went along a lot more corridors, and I gradually heard a lot of noise - men, laughing and generally enjoying themselves, the sort of noise you get in a pub.  They threw open big doors, and pushed me inside.  There were tables around three sides, occupied by a lot of Arab-looking blokes, some in suits and some in those white robe things.  I was pushed into the "U" in the middle, and I heard the doors being closed, and locked, behind me.

The bloke in the middle of the table at the top of the "U" stood up and said something in his foreign language, and the men around all started to whistle and cheer.  Then he looked at me and said, in perfect English, "Welcome to our little evening party.  I'm afraid you've missed the food, but there's time to enjoy the entertainment.... In fact, you are the entertainment!  Please undress, so that we can see your body."

"Fuck you!  Get me out of here.  You've no right to drag me here and treat me like this.  You..."

The man was just smiling, and he clapped his hands and from the four corners of the room the four naked big black guys appeared.

"Now, please undress.  There's no need to be shy.  We're all men here. My guards report that you have a good sized cock, and a muscular body, so you have nothing to be ashamed of..."

"Fuck you...."

He nodded, and the four naked blacks simply came and grabbed me.  As two of them held my arms again one fell to the floor and pulled off my shoes and socks.  Then I felt him unbuckle my belt and pull down my Jeans and pull the mover my feet, and then my boxers.  He stopped then, and I felt really stupid, standing there with my arse and my cock and legs all naked, and my T covering the top of me.

The two men holding me let me go, but before I could do anything my T was suddenly pulled up and over my head, and I was totally naked.

"There.  Now all you entertainers are ready.  That wasn't so bad, was it?  Now, why don't you go for a little walk around the tables and show my friends your body, so they can better appreciate the events later on...."

I just stood there, so he nodded to the blacks again, and two of them grabbed me and basically frog-marched me around in front of all the men.  I felt their hot, oiled, sweaty bodies against mine as they held me, and could see their cocks bobbing up and down as we walked around.  My own cock was swaying to, and I could feel it banging into my thighs.  A lot of the men leaned forward to take a closer look at my tackle, and the blacks held me stationary in front of them - I was just as if I was a dog at a dog show, being paraded for the judges to see.

I was back in the middle then, and the chief guy then says "Now, which of these four fine men would you like to fuck?  I take it you've never fucked a man's arse before?  I know it's a difficult choice, as they are all so much alike..."

"I'm not fucking no arse..."

"Well, if you won't select one, allow me.  Rob, I think...."

One of the four blacks bowed, then went and fetched a kind of bench thing which he placed in the middle of the tables, then went and lay on it, face down.  He moved his feet forward and reached back, and pulled his bum apart, and I could see his arsehole - it was all puckered, but paler than the rest of his jet black skin, rather like the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet.

"Now, your second choice... Which of these three remaining specimens is going to take your virginity... I take it that your aversion to good, healthy sex extends to being fucked, as well as to not fucking....  Ah well, Andy...."

A huge grin broke out on the face of one of the other three.  He came up and stood behind me, and before I could say anything, he'd got me in one of those wrestling holds, with his arms under my pits and back around my neck.  I could feel his hot sweaty body pressed all down my back, and then he shuffled a bit and felt his cock kind of settle into my arse crack.  He whispered in my ear, so that the men couldn't hear "Now behave.  I don't want to have to skewer you on my cock before I have to when we start to fuck, but if you don't behave, I'll go up you right now.. So take it nice and slowly...."

He pushed me forwards, until we were right behind Rob, the guy whose arse was exposed.

One of the other two now knelt in front of me and started to lick my cock!  His tongue came out and he started to tease the end of it, then he pushed his face right into my pubes so I could feel his nose all in my pubic hair, and his tongue snaked in and out, washing my balls.  He returned and ran his tongue along the length of my shaft and back, and I felt myself getting a helpless erection.  He took hold of my cock in his hand and started to stroke it, then as I got harder and harder, he used his other hand to gently, oh so gently, tease back my 'skin so that my cock head came out all glistening and shiny.  His mouth fell on it, and he sucked and slobbered over it for a moment or two, finally finishing by running the very tip of his tongue right around just under my flange, and then as far as he could into my piss slit.  I moaned and cried out and just couldn't help squirming, and somehow that made Andy's body, stuck close to mine, feel even more sensual.  I could feel his cock now - it was no longer just lying there nestled in my crack - he'd got just as much of an erection as I had, and it was trying to push us apart. 

"That's right", he whispered again. "That's the Viagra working.  Now you've been stimulated, it will stay hard.  Now... Forward, and let's give Rob a good hard fucking...."

He moved me forward and the kneeling guy started to rub my cock up and down Rob's arse crack.  I've never had another guy hold my cock before, never felt my raw cockhead being run up and down another guy's arse.  Us uncut guys' cockheads are really sensitive, and I got incredible sensations running all through me.  I knew I was covered in sweat, and my legs almost felt as if they were going to give way as spasms of twitching ran through them.

Finally my cock head was positioned right at the centre of Rob's pucker, and Andy whispered "OK... Now, push forward, ever so gently, and get it in...."

But I wouldn't.  They'd got my cock head at his hole, but there was no way I was going to push it in.  But they knew what they were doing - Andy pulled his hips back, then slammed forward into my arse.  My cock popped into Rob, for about two inches, and he gave a little shout and rocked forward.

I'd never felt anything like this.  It was such a shock to have my cock rammed in like that, and now it was in it, it felt fantastic - it was all hot and moist and tight.  A cunt just doesn't grip you like that.  I couldn't help shuffling a bit to try and make myself feel a bit easier, and as I did so my cock moved slightly in and out, and a huge wave of sensation went through me.

"This is it now.... Take it easy...." Andy whispered again, and his mate who had been guiding my cock now skittered around and I could feel his hands slide up between Andy and me.  Oh no... He was obviously guiding Andy's cock, as I now felt something hot, it seemed incredibly hot, pressed against my hole.

"Relax... Let it happen... Push out, as if you're going to crap... Don't try to resist...."

Andy's cock was pushing harder and harder against my hole with a relentless and remorseless pressure.  I moved forward to try to escape it, and that of course pushed my cock deeper and deeper into Rob.  The pressure went on and on, and I was now sweating gallons as I tried to resist.  Then , mercifully, it slackened.  And then I gave a great scream  - Andy had pulled his hips back a bit, then slammed forward to force his cock in where I had not previously let it go.

I was gasping, but he whispered "Easy, easy... That's the hard part... My head's through your sphincter.  See, I told you: you should have let me lube you up.... But there's a lot of oil on my cock.... Now...."

He started to rock backwards and forwards, and I got waves of sensation as his cock slid in and out of me.  At first it hurt like hell, but gradually I got used to it, and it actually felt good - Andy's hot body pressed against mine, and his cock right in me.

"Right... Now this needs skill.... Start to fuck Rob.  Pretend it's one of your girl friends.  And I'll try to synchronise with you..."

It does need skill, of course.  Lots of it.  I now know that It's really hard to do a "sandwich" fuck like this.  But I rocked backwards and forwards into Rob, and Andy gently pushed himself into and out of me.  My cock was sending waves of pleasure through me.  It wasn't right - you're not supposed to like fucking another bloke.  But Rob's arse felt magic, and the whole thing just got to me - the atmosphere, the smell of hot, sweaty male bodies, the blokes watching and cheering, being made to do something I didn't want to, having the most fantastic hard erection I'd ever experienced, feeling Andy coming in and out of me.... I felt my climax building and, as you do, I knew I was going to cum.  My back arched backwards as if my body knew instinctively that it was supposed to thrust my cock in as deep as possible as I climaxed, and my whole frame shuddered as my semen pumped out and into Rob.

Andy of course knew what had happened.  He let his arms go from around my neck and pushed my body forward so that I lay along Rob's back.  I lay there gasping and panting, the sweat on my body sliding over Rob's sweaty back.  Then Andy's gentle fucking turned into something else - he started to pull right our and then slam back into me, hard, very hard, so that his body  made a great "slap" noise as it hit my arse.  I started to cry out as it was hurting - well, not exactly hurting - it was more a fantastic feeling that I'd never known before.  It was pain but not pain, pleasure but not pleasure.  His pace got faster and faster, and harder and harder, until all I could think of was the amazing things happening up my arse - everything else was blotted out:  the watching crowd, the room, everything.  He gave a great shout and his body went rigid, and I knew his spunk must be filling me up.

He too then lay forward, so I couldn't move - my cock was still up Rob, and Andy's cock was still up me.  I could feel the heat from both men against my body, and we all had to brace ourselves with our legs as our bodies were so covered with sweat and oil that they slipped and slithered all over each other.

The watching men were all cheering and shouting, but now one of the other two black guys came up and stood in front of me.  As I watched in horror, he started to wank himself, and as he became erect a big drool of pre-cum came out of his piss slit and hovered there.

"Right, open wide..... Time for a little cock sucking...."

"No!"

"Come on, open up... The sooner you start, the sooner it will be all over...."

"Get your cock away from me, or I'll bite it off..."

Then I felt a hand again.  The fourth black had knelt beside the pile of us and his hand snaked up between us and grabbed my balls.  I could feel him, squeezing them gently.

"Now", the black said, pointing his cock at me again "Open wide, or Dave back there will tear your balls off...."

As he spoke, I felt my balls being tugged, and almost shouted out as the sharp pain went through me.  I opened my mouth, and tasted, for the first time, that special taste of a man's cock as the black played it along my tongue.   

It was rough - I didn't dare try to close my mouth, but he plunged his long, fat cock right down to hit the back of my throat, and that made me gag.  He leaned forward and held my head, pulling me into him, and I was struggling to breathe, and gagging and choking.  He pulled out and I was gasping, hot bitter flushes of bile coming up my throat.  One and on it went, and in amongst all of this I was almost sick when I realised that the new taste in my mouth was his pre-cum, which was now flowing freely.  

Then I heard him mutter "Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming....", and he pulled his cock back out of me.  He shot a huge load of semen, some of which went into my still-open mouth, and some all over my face.  I heard the crowd all roaring and cheering again.

Andy pulled out of me now and stood up, and I did the same, bringing my soft cock out of Rob, who also stood up.  I felt like crying with shame - the black's cum was dripping off my chin, and I could feel something sliding wetly down the inside of my thighs - it must be Andy's cum, leaking out of me.

My humiliation wasn't over, though - Andy and Rob made me lie down on my back on the bench, and then the fourth black guy, Dave,  kind of straddled me.  He stood there, arse resting on my hips, and started to wank himself.... He didn't stop, and it didn't take him long to shoot:  his huge load of cum spattered a line up my belly and all over the hair on my pecs.  He smiled, then leaned forward, and massaged it into me, so that it glistened on my fur and covered my nipples.

Could it get worse?  You're fucking right it could!  I was taken around to where the chief honcho was sitting, and there was an ankle cuff on a short chain linked to a bolt in the floor.  They put the cuff around my ankle and snapped it shut, and there I was, naked and helpless at the feet of this bloke, who I guessed was the "Boss" they'd been talking about.  I stank of sweat and cum, and I could feel the cum drying on my legs, my chest, and my face giving me little sensations as it gently pulled at amy hair.  I was swallowing desperately to try to get rid of the taste in my mouth, and I noticed the boss man looking down at me, and smiling.

"You really are an excellent piece of man flesh", he said. "Quite exceptional.  So similar to Rob, Andy, Dave and Clyde.  Except for the colour, of course, and one or two other minor things...."

Well, I had to sit there for another hour or so, as all the men drank coffee, then came and shook hands with the boss and said goodnight - they all looked down at me as I sat huddled there on the floor, and I've never felt so humiliated before - not only was I totally exposed to their gaze, but they'd seen me be fucked and covered in other men's spunk - spunk that I could still smell, all over me, as Andy's continued to leak out of my arse.

When they'd all gone the boss said something to the four blacks, my ankle cuff was released, and they guided me trough the palace or whatever it was up some stairs, and into another room.  This was obviously a bedroom - but a very oriental one.  There were rich hangings on the walls, thick carpets on the floor, and a heavy smell of spices hanging on the thick, still, hot air.

The boss came in, said something to the blacks, and another of those bench things was produced. 

"Name?", the boss asked casually.  I just stood there.

"Look, you and I are going to get very intimately acquainted now.  So tell me your name.  Or shall I get Dave to persuade you again?  He's got a very fine touch when it comes to men's balls - enough to cause them to scream, but not so much that it makes them eunuchs."

"Steve."

"Right, Steve.... On your back, on the bench...."

"No, I...."

"Shhh... What can possibly happen to you now that hasn't already happened to you tonight.  Now, be a good boy, so we don't have to hurt you.  I don't like hurting the men I entertain here, as it delays their release back home."

"Are you going to let me go..."

"Shhhh, Steve.  Calm yourself!  You don't think I keep all the men we play with here as prisoners or something, do you?  Of course we let you go.  I send you back with a couple of thousand pounds - a good fee for a night's sport, don't you think?"

"I'll tell the police..."

"No you won't, Steve.  Well, none of the others has ever done so.  When they see the edited video tapes, it makes it look as if you're really enjoying it!  No police man would ever believe that you were forced into it.  Now.... On our back...."

I lay there, and Rob and Andy each took one of my ankles in their strong hands and pulled my legs backwards and up, towards my head.  The boss man came and stood and looked down at my arse hole, humiliatingly exposed, then reached out and I felt his finger massaging me, then sliding in.  

"Not too sore, are we?  You men never accept Andy's offer in the showers to be properly lubed, and sometimes a man is really in some discomfort at this point.  But you seem all right.  You're a bit bruised, of course, as Andy's cock gives you a real battering, but no permanent damage."

With that he reached up and undid something, and his robe fell to the floor.  He was naked underneath, and at once Clyde knelt beside him and started to suck and lick his cock, until he was erect.  I lifted my head and looked down over my belly and could see him standing there in just his jewelled leather slippers, then he moved forward, and guided his cock to my hole.

"Right, Steve.  You've had Andy in her already, so this will be easy - no man likes to say that he has a small cock, and I'm not claiming that.  But it is smaller than Andy's."

But, as we all know, when a bloke fucks you, and fucks you hard, on your back with your legs right back, he can go much deeper. And the boss didn't spare me - it was just ram, ram, ram until I was shouting with every thrust, until he came and shot into me.

He pulled out, and looked down at me.  

"Very satisfactory.  Now, finally.... Dave...."

I suppose it was only fair, really.  Dave had only played with my cock and balls all evening, and now he fucked me.  I think I'd probably ceased to care.  I learned later, of course, that no Arab likes to leave his cum inside you unadulterated, in case you suck it out and sell it for artificial insemination.  So the boss always has one of his men fuck immediately after him, to thoroughly mix it all up.

My ordeal wasn't over yet, though - the Boss stood there, and, as I slowly pulled myself to my feet off the bench, said "One last little job, Steve - I need cleaning up."  

He pointed to his cock, and I saw it lying there, nestling in his thick black pubic hair on top of his low-swinging balls.  It was still slimy with his cum, my sweat, and my ass juices.

"No..."

"Yes, Steve.  Come on, pay homage to my cock that's just given you a good fucking.  Come on - I want that tongue of yours licking away every trace of cum and stuff off it, as I want to go to bed.  Come on...."

I suppose the four blacks were used to guys still resisting, as two of them grabbed me by the arms and forced me to kneel, then one of them lay on the floor, reached through my legs and grabbed my balls.  Well, I suppose I was lucky to have had an enema.  Well, I suppose I ought to have been grateful that the men had given me an enema.  I have had to clean a bloke's cock when it's covered with my crap, and that's not nice.  But I didn't know all these subtleties, and as they forced me forward all I could think about was the smell assailing my nostrils.  Then, when I had to lick and suck all over him, I hated the way his pubic hair kept getting caught in my teeth.  

Afterwards I saw Andy helping the boss back into his robe, and jabbering away at him about something.  The two men seemed to be having quite a discussion, then we were all dismissed - the four blacks escorted me back through the palace and into their room - it was, basically, empty!

"No need for furniture", Dave pointed out, "As we don't have any clothes to keep in it.  And we don't have beds as we'd always be falling out..."

I found out why that night, as all five of us constantly thrashed around on the soft padded floor - it seemed as if there was always a cock up my arse, or down my throat, or both.  And, I have to say, my cock was pretty active, too.  At first I thought it would be fun just to have a blow job from one of these expert cocksuckers, and then, when I was guided into the velvety smoothness of Clyde's hole, there didn't seem to be any reason not to just see if it was as good to fuck as a cunt - and, of course, as it had been earlier, it wasn't as good:  it was a thousand times better.

I don't know what time it was in the morning when they finally shook me awake, and all five of us trooped off to the showers.  Then, squeaky clean, we went to another room where the boss man was sitting behind a desk.

"So, Andy?"

"Yes , boss, he'll do."

"Right.  Dave - you wanted to go on an extended leave...."

"Yes, boss. My mom's always going on about having a grandson.  So I want to go back to Brixton, find some girl, knock her up, and then come back here..."

"Quite so.  I'll give you permission to leave.  And, whilst you're away.... Steve here will take over for you."

"Hey, no..."

"Silence.  You're perfect, Steve.  I've only been waiting for a guy to be brought here who's the same size and shape as the others, as I do like the set to match.  It's a pity you're not black, but once we've tanned you properly, you'll be quite a dark brown, and I can see a 'man sandwich' whenever I like.  And Andy and the lads have told me you were not unenthusiastic last night...."

Well, you know, after you've been totally naked for a couple of days you cease to notice it.  In fact, the other day I had to wear shorts as I was accompanying the boss through the town, and it felt really odd, almost obscene.  My Arabic's pretty good now, too - Clyde's teaching methods, where he holds your balls and squeezes them if you're not paying attention, is quite quick.  

I didn't like having to shave all my hair off - I used to like the thatch on my chest and the treasure trail down my belly, but we all agree that a totally smooth body is better.  It shows me off to my best advantage, and I slide over the other guys easier.  It's really messy if you try to oil your body when it's covered in hair.  And once I'd had the electrolysis so I didn't have to shave all the time (not that that wasn't fun, as the other guys always did it when we were playing), I ceased to even think about it.  Mind you, those sessions seemed almost endless, and it does really hurt when they get around to all the hairs on your balls.  And those around your arse hole... Well, don't even think about it.

Mind you, the boss is a perfectionist.  After about three weeks, one night when we were all fucking away, he remembered something - he looked at me and said "Well, Steve, it's OK now when you're 'skinned back, but when you're with the others and you're not erect.... It will have to go, you know".  OK, so I guess that it's no big deal to be circumcised.  All my mates here at the palace are, after all.   

I've lost track of how many blokes we've "played with" - after a time, one arse is very much like another and you've heard all the excuses, all the pleas for mercy, all the shouting.  I feel sorry for some of them, especially the smaller, skinnier ones with really small holes - we always pretend not to understand when they're crying out and begging for mercy, and just speak to each other in pidgin Arabic.  But it's fun - where else could I spend all my time swimming, working out, and fucking a bunch of great blokes?  The four of us are almost addicted to cock, and I must cum at least four times a day, and that's on days when the Boss hasn't arranged for us to give a little demonstration.

Come on guys, be real - if you wake up and find three big blacks and one dark brown guy waiting to fuck you, why not just enjoy it?  It's going to happen anyway.  And you might find it changes your life - I did.

THE END.
Pete Brown January 2004.    

   



