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Subject: Cubicle Two-3 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. Please donate to fty). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay – Adult-Youth: M+/t, oral, anal, – – – – – Cubicle Two 3 Some ten minutes later, I was hauled to my feet and led into the kitchen. A sturdy wooden table stood in the centre of the room – it was some two-foot square and covered by a bright red oilcloth. “Spread your legs and bend over the table, sport,” Graham said. “Your arse is about to be tenderized by your elders and betters.” I did as I was told, believing that my arse was about to be firmly slapped, as promised by Graham earlier. Clive and Keith tied my ankles to the legs of the table with some rope; and as they did so, Eric positioned my body on the tabletop, so that my head hung over the edge. I only put two and two together when Graham pushed something into my anus. “We’re going to dildo-fuck your arsehole,” Eric said, as he held my head down. “And if you’re really good,” Graham put in, “we’re going to swap the ‘dildo’ for cock. But that’s only if you’re really good.” The men laughed as Graham went to work on my arsehole with the rubber dildo. I tried to relax my body, hoping that I could show the men that I was only too happy to be tied down and screwed by a dildo. “Look, boy,” Eric said. “it’ll hurt all the more if you fight the inevitable.” I was puzzled, Eric didn’t do reverse psychology, or did he? “But if you do fight it,” Clive put in. “Listening to you yelling and screaming will be elazığ escort a big turn-on for us.” I was confused. Did the men want me to wriggle around or relax? I decided to go for the first option when Graham pushed the dildo deep into my arsehole. It hurt like blazes, and brought me close to tears. I yelled and pleaded for him to stop, which prompted him to withdraw the dildo and shove it in again. “Please, Graham!” I squealed. “I don’t like it.” “You will,” Keith said. “It always hurts the first time. It’s the length you see.” “He’s real tight down here,’ said Graham. “Get the amyl nitrite, Clive.” Clive opened a small bottle of amyl nitrite and waved it under my nose. My head began to swim the instant the vapour hit my sinuses. “That’s it, boy,” Eric said. “You relax and let us do all the work. Just think of your arsehole as another mouth.” “So open wide and get ready to pleasure your friends,” Graham added. I felt warm and relaxed, and quite out of it. The vapour coming from the small bottle smelt peculiar, but I didn’t care. I thought I was floating in mid-air, and could see, in my mind’s eye, my anus opening up to suck in a man-size cock. I then thought I could hear yelling and screaming in the far distance as the pain overwhelmed me. I then blacked out. ~ ~ ~ Graham’s cock was buried deep inside me when Eric slapped my face and brought me round. I truly thought Graham’s cock was ripping me in two. “Hold him down, lads,” Graham barked. “And give him another whiff; before he breaks the table in two.” I was sweating profusely, I do remember that; and the pain in my guts was truly memorable. So I yelled for the fucking to stop. “That sounds so-o-o sweet,” Keith said. “I love elvankent escort it when they scream like that.” “He better be that tight when I mount him, Graham,” Eric said. “Sloppy seconds isn’t all that great at the best of times.” “True, true,” Graham said. “But this boy is real tight, so you’ll be well satisfied… Ah, fuck! I can’t hold on any longer.” I could hear Graham grunting and groaning with pleasure, but I was too focused on my problems to care – my main concern was how painful the changeover would be. “Oil him up some more, Clive,” Eric said. “We don’t want him going rusty on us.” “He’ll be shitting bricks for a week if he goes rusty,” Keith put in. “And when out walking, he’ll squeak.” The men laughed as I was made ready to receive another hard-standing cock. “Oh to be a schoolboy again,” Keith said, as he eased his cock-head into my arsehole. I was completely wiped out by the man’s frantic fucking motion. He shunted me and the table toward the kitchen door, by almost a foot. As did Clive, when he stepped in to take over from his exhausted friend. “Fuckin’ hell!” Clive shouted. “That was awesome, truly awesome. You’re the best!” I just grunted: having no more puff to yell or curse. The men had broken me. I was now their bum-boy; their sex pet; their obedient creature. The warm oil and amyl nitrite were used again when Eric stepped into the fray, slipping his finger into my well-used arsehole. “Sloppy seconds,” he mused. “I always get sloppy seconds.” “You’re too old and ugly to pull a schoolboy,” Keith joked. “You’re just a dirty old man.” “Yeah, I know,” Eric said, laughing. “And I’ve got the plastic mac to prove it.” Eric withdrew his finger eryaman escort and rammed his cock into my inner sanctum. I let out an exhausted gasp as he grabbed hold of my hips and thrust forward. “Tighten up, boy,” he growled. “Make me work for it!” He increased his stroke-rate as I continued to edge forward, toward the kitchen door. He also managed to get me to yell again: by raising himself up on tiptoe and plunging down with an almighty thrust, hoping to go in deeper than any of the others. “What a lovely boy,” he said. “And so accommodating.” “He sure is,” Clive said, “but I don’t think he’ll be too keen on coming back here again.” “Nonsense,” Graham said. “He likes it rough, and he loves sucking cock.” “So, with four cocks to look after,” Keith joked, “he’ll be bending over for us morning, noon and night. Ain’t that so, sunshine?” I let out an affirmative grunt as Keith ruffled my hair with his hand. I was so embarrassed, but Graham was right. I truly did like being slapped around by burly men with rock-hard cocks, and I so-o-o loved sucking cock. Eric was getting close to shedding his load: he was swearing like a trooper and squeezing my hips real hard. I hung onto the tabletop for dear life as he collapsed on top of me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouted. “He’s wiped me out; the little sod’s wiped me out.” “Pump him full of spunk, Eric,” Keith encouraged. “I want to see it dripping out of his arsehole when you pull the plug.” “Yeah,” Clive added. “Fill him up with spunk.” I gasped for breath under the man’s heavy weight, hoping that he would “pull the plug” there and then. However, Eric continued to grind away at my arse for quite some time. ~ ~ ~ My arsehole was rewarded fourfold that afternoon. The men made a real fuss of me, especially when they were taking photographs of me being licked into shape. My arse was off limits for several days after that visit to the cottage. However, Graham and his friends pencilled me in for another session the following week.

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