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.
Brentwood Bondage - Part 1
By Trevor Martindale
I was nowhere near as drunk as I looked. The pay-to-enter toilet was teeming with gays, bisexuals and tipsy straights looking for some action. It was Friday night, the pubs were closed and the last train before midnight was waiting on platform six for a green light.
Most of the eyeing up and foreplay was happening around the washbasins, with the cubicles being used to accommodate the eager beavers. I found the last cubicle empty and wandered in, waiting for the mark to join me. The bastard bottled out and left me standing there, like a fool.
I waited for a minute or two, to save face, and turned to leave. It was then that a young suit entered the cubicle and made me an offer.
'How would you like to come home with me and .... and my friend,' he slurred, 'and be fucked all night long by the two of us-s-s?'
'Sounds good,' I answered, putting a hand on his left shoulder to steady him.
'You'll be our fuck slave,' he whispered. 'You'll be fucked all night long.'
'Yeah, you said.' I whispered back. 'Two onto one sounds good. I'm really into horny threesomes.'
'Good, good,' the lanky office worker announced. 'My friend .... my boyfriend is waiting for us by the washbasins. He's got a big cock, and really knows how to use it.'
The boyfriend was almost the opposite of the suit: he was short and stocky, and had short, blond hair. The suit himself had long, dark hair and a flamboyant taste in ties. They were both twenty-something and wore expensive looking suits.
We boarded the train as the barrier bell rang out. The train was full of punks and drunks, and a selection of people who hated such low life, but needed to get home.
My two companions were named Jason and Tony, and saw themselves as two dominants lording it over a submissive, and grateful, serf. They were both as drunk as lords, and very keen to keep their conversation secret. Unfortunately, the train noise and drunken singing didn't mask everything they were saying. The words 'orange', 'electrical' and 'flex' gave me a clue - Stephen Milligan, the MP, had just snuffed it in suspicious circumstances. His body was found naked, except for a pair of stockings and suspenders, with an electrical flex tied round his neck.
The words 'rope', 'leather' and 'straps' confirmed my suspicions. These two arse-wipes were planning to recreate Milligan's auto-erotic sex act on the drunk they had recruited at the station.
It was then that I became aware of the man sitting opposite me. He was giving me the big come-on with his eyes. I recall seeing him at the washbasins in the station toilet, looking a little out of his depth. He was clearly a wimp of the first water, and someone I could reliably fall back on if I decided to dump the two suits.
When the train stopped at Brentwood, I decided to get off with Jason and Tony, just to see what would happen. The ticket collector was nowhere to be seen, so I had no trouble in getting past the barrier and out onto the street.
The walk to Tony's house took some ten minutes. The night air was clearly weakening Jason's resolve to go through with the plan. The two lovers bickered as they walked ahead of me.
'Tell him we've changed our mind, Tone. He won't make a fuss; he's too drunk to make a fuss.'
'Sod off, Jay. He'll be a push over; and besides, he won't remember a thing in the morning. He's rat-arsed.'
'We could lose our jobs at the bank if he goes to the police.'
'What crap! He won't go to the police.'
'What if he comes after us when his sober.'
'He won't remember where we live. The plan is to dump him, alive or dead, in the woods before dawn.'
'Stop saying alive or dead, Tone. It ain't funny anymore.'
'Sorry, Jay, but we're out to do things properly. He's got to .... to be wearing your stockings and suspenders; and he's got to have an orange in his mouth when I pull on the flex.'
'Yes, yes. I know. But Tone...'
'No ifs, no buts. We're sticking to the plan.'
Some plan, I thought. These two arse-wipes were living in cloud cuckoo land.
'How far is it now, lads?' I asked, hugging a lamp post for effect. 'I'm getting really horny back here.'
'What the fuck do you want?' snapped Tony. 'Are you following us?'
I looked behind me when a voice said, 'Four cocks are always better than three on a night like this.'
It was my admirer from the train. He clearly wanted some action, and so was willing to risk our wrath by gate crashing the party.
'Fuck off, pervert,' said Tony. 'We're not queers.'
My admirer took a step back to reassess the situation he now found himself in.
'What's your name?' I asked, as Jason and Tony crossed the road.
'John.'
'Well, John,' I said. 'Those two wankers are bankers, and they're both queer, just like you and me. So, if you want to join the party, you stay in the shadows until I persuade them to invite you in. Okay?'
'Thanks, but...'
'Don't thank me yet,' I interrupted. 'That cock of yours will be well and truly knacked by the time the party is over. Those two wankers really know how to get the best out of a stiff cock.'
'Well...'
'Remember, stay in the shadows until I call you in. You won't regret it.'
Tony's house was a small two up, two down in an anonymous side street. The front door opened directly onto the living room and an ugly, wooden staircase led up to the bedroom and bathroom.
'You strip off here, Trevor,' said Tony. 'Jay and I will get naked upstairs; then we'll call you up.'
'Fold your clothes and put them on the sofa, in a neat pile,' added Jason.
'Don't you want to watch me strip naked, sir?' I asked Tony.
'No, I'm a doer, not a viewer.'
Jason and Tony stumbled up the stairs as I began to strip off. I stopped halfway through to see if John was waiting outside - the wimp stepped into a weak pool of lamplight and waved when he saw the curtains open a crack. I closed the curtains and considered my options.
When the call came, I was stark-bollock naked and on my guard. I climbed the stairs and cautiously entered the bedroom. Jason and Tony were both sitting on the double bed, awaiting my arrival. Two bedside lamps lit the room, so I had enough light to see if anyone else was there, waiting to spring out on a 'hapless drunk'.
I closed the door, to check that no one was standing behind it, and to slow down anyone coming in from the bathroom opposite.
'Spread yourself out on the bed, Trevor,' ordered Tony. 'Face down.'
'Yes, sir,' I said, glancing at the wardrobe and discounting it as too small to contain an attacker.
'He's got a good-looking arse, Tone,' said Jason. 'Let's brand him before we fuck him.'
I was still on my hands and knees when they jumped me. They both took an arse-cheek each and bit me hard, with Tony grabbing my ball sac and squeezing it hard.
'There you go,' said Jason. 'You are now a JT cow, and will be milked accordingly.'
'This udder should produce a lot of milk,' added Tony, squeezing my ball sac again. 'Now get down on the bed and spread yourself out.'
'Yes, sir,' I said, hoping the bite marks on my arse-cheeks hadn't broken any skin.
Jason spread himself out on top of me: feinting a move to fuck me with his eight-inch todger. Clearly the banker's weight on my back was there to keep me immobile whilst his lover restrained me with leather straps and ropes. I waited for Tony to make his move.
The lamp on my left, the nearest to the bedroom window, flashed and toppled to the floor as a draw from the left- hand cabinet left its runners and landed on top of the lamp, breaking the light bulb. The heavy thump that followed forced me to buck Jason off my back and go into defensive mode.
'What the fuck are you doing?' Jason shouted, as he rolled off the right-hand side of the bed and landed on the floor. There were now two naked men on the floor, one on each side of the bed.
Tony had succumbed to the booze he'd drunk that evening, before we had met at the train station. He was now well and truly out of it, and totally oblivious to the danger he was now in.
Jason soon realized the danger he faced from the man on top of him. Within minutes he was sock-gagged and trussed up with some of the restraints his lover kept under the bed.
I took great delight in leaving my brand on Jason's right arse-cheek as he screamed into his gag.
With Tony tied up in a similar way to his lover, I did a quick reconnoitre of the house before opening the front door and beckoning John over.
'It's fucking freezing out there, man,' he said, closing the door behind him. 'I was just about to throw in the towel and go back to the station.'
'Strip off down here, John,' I said. 'I'll call you up when we're ready for you.'
John couldn't take his eyes off my hard-standing cock.
'Fold up your clothes and put them next to mine on the sofa, in a neat pile,' I said.
John couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the bedroom. Jason and Tony were lying, face up, on the bed. They were tied side by side, with sock-gags in their mouths. Tony was still unconscious and Jason looked terrified.
'These two wankers are into bondage, John,' I announced. 'They want you to shave off their pubes, zap their ball sacs with TCP, and then suck their juicy, uncut cocks. And as you lick them into shape, I'll be right behind you, flooding your arsehole with hot seed.'
I squeezed John's right arse-cheek as he turned and smiled at me.
'Now chop-chop,' I said, 'we haven't got all night.'
Jason screamed into his gag as John left the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
'I wouldn't protest too much if I were you,' I whispered into Jason's ear. 'John is only going to remove your pubes; I'll slice off your cock if you give the game away and let him know what's really going on.'
I took hold of the banker's cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.
'Now behave, slave,' I continued. 'You don't want to end up in the woods with the worms.'
Copyright 2008 Trevor Martindale
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