DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 10
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I was already awake when there was a knock on my door the next morning and one of the twinks poked his head in. He removed my chastity cage and carefully cleaned my PA and nipple with saline solution before re-caging me; he then led me, naked just like he was, to a refrectory and common room for breakfast.
The Cerberus Productions Warehouse was an awesome facility, especially compared to Big Bad Wolf's Unit 16. Most areas retained the warehouse industrial chic look, but it was clear quite a bit of money had been spent to preserve or achieve it. On the Ground Floor was the Reception Desk near the stairwell and the main corridor, off which was a small admin office and then the Waiting Room which in turn led to the Intake Room I had experienced yesterday. Further down the long corridor were six more doors, three on each side. The first was a large room with two sets of ex-barracks double bunks used by the twinks and twunks (three of them were currently in residence), opposite a Gimp Room which was currently unoccupied. There were four more single rooms like mine, only two of which had tenants - me and one other guy. At the end of the hall, one door led to a large open-plan Gym, while another led to the common room and refrectory ("the Ref") with a small kitchen stocked with bottled water and high-protein snacks and shakes. The Intake Room, Ref and Gym all had doors leading into the communal shower and toilet block.
The stairs going down led to a basement which had storerooms, another communal shower and toilet block, and a vast open area equipped with partitions, filming and lighting equipment, and a mind-boggling range of sex toys, BDSM equipment, props, benches, chairs and so on. It could be configured and dressed to produce all manner of scenes.
The stairs going up to the first floor led to an expansive, stylish bar and restaurant, which had a podium for sex shows, a number of small booths for private performances, and several private dining and entertaining rooms. The full professional kitchen not only served clients an elegant menu, but also sent carefully-designed meals down to the Ref by a mechanical dumb waiter to keep the performers well-nourished. Further up on the second floor were a range of suites used by clients as well as for filming, and the Director's office suite. Actually, as I was to discover, virutally any space in the warehouse could be used for filming if the scene demanded it and it was available - even the kitchen! The chefs' industrial supply of Crisco would later feature prominently in one plot-driven fisting scene, as I recall.
The two twinks I had already met were in the Ref, along with an athletic, smooth-bodied brunette twunk - all three were collared and caged, and I learned they were employed with full bed and board to be domestic workers, assistants and fluffers only. The other guy was about 30, with Mediterranean looks, a full black beard and a shaved scalp. His gorgeous, muscular body was hairy, sporting a few tattoos. Like me, one of his nipples was pierced (in his case with a ring) and his large uncircumcised cock sported a heavy-gauge captive bead PA ring as well. His name was Antoni, or Tony; he was from Naples and he'd been in residence as a performer under exclusive contract for three months - he cheerfully welcomed me with a bear hug, observing that they'd also shaved him and pierced his penis (his nipple was already done) when he first signed up as an open-minded, unemployed, cash-strapped traveller. I was somewhat reassured to see that they'd let him return to his natural state (as he was going a bit bald, he'd elected to keep his head shaved even when everything else grew back in), and also that instead of a leather collar, he wore a heavy steel chain choker fastened with a padlock.
Erich wandered in after breakfast - now wearing jogging bottoms and a zip-up hoodie over his bare chest, and barefoot - and led me to the Gym. There was a part-time professional personal trainer on staff (he was in his 30's, clean-cut and quite handsome, but he always remained fully clothed in either tracksuit or shorts, tshirt or vest, and trainers - he was open-minded and non-judgemental but pretty solidly straight and off-limits). He worked with me and Erich to design and supervise an intensive workout programme.
The first week passed quickly as I settled into a routine. Four hot nutrient-packed meals a day plus two heavy protein shakes and snacks fuelled two hour workouts dominated by heavy lifting. My pierings were carefully cleaned three times a day, my supplement regimen included fibre capsules (to clean me out naturally and reduce the need for aggressive douching), a daily dose of PrEP, and a full STI panel was conducted weekly. The hair on my head was now left to grow, but I shaved my face and everything else from the neck down in the shower every other day - with handy help from one of the fluffer lads for those hard to reach places and to apply cream to my back. There was TV with streaming services in the Ref and I had the iPad. I made a call home under Erich's supervision, but it wasn't as though I felt I needed rescuing. However I was going mad from not being able to touch my cock.
In my second week, the routine was altered and I started to earn my fee. Though my cock was caged, I was available as a sub and bottom for porn shoots. My first scene, in one of the communal toilet areas, saw me dressed in a jock to cover my cage, on my knees, sucking a procession of meaty schlongs attached to hot professional and semi-pro porn performers; Clearly only me and Tony were currently live-in under exclusive contract, as most of the talent was hired in by the scene. After taking a generous bukakke and golden showering, I was gangbanged, my cock remaining caged and jocked at all times, much to my frustration.
Two scenes in a day was unusual, but I did two or three a week. As a pure bottom with my cock hidden, I tended to get gangbangs, though I did several wild BDSM scenes where having my chastity cage on show was part of the draw. With my cunt rammed by both cocks and fuck machines, and eventually fisted, and powerful vibrating electric massagers applied to my chastity cage, I experienced powerful orgasms even with a flaccid penis as my propensity for prostate orgasms was steadily increased. Even on off days, Erich would train my hole with his fingers, expertly stimulating my fucknut to teach me how to work towards hands-free cums. I started to end my gangbangs with a cum-soaked jock pouch more often than not. As Erich explained, it wasn't cumming that was the issue for my new PA, it was wanking or fucking. If I left it alone apart from cleaning, it would heal so much faster.
Indeed, in the fifth week of my contract, Erich examined my cock and pronounced it healed. He removed the 10 guage curved barbell and gently, expertly replaced it with an 8 gauge; the stretch felt good and it was much more comfortable. He commented that my nipple was coming along nicely and told me to stop shaving my arms, legs, armpits and groin - but keep doing my face, back, shoulders, ass, chest, abs, shaft and balls every other day. I was graduating to a more natural look. He replaced my collar with a chain just like Tony's; my clothes, money and posessions appeared in a plastic storage box in my room under the hanging rail, with my pack stowed under my bed; my passport was locked in a safe in the admin office but that was purely for safekeeping until my six-months was up.
From that point, the chastity cage and jockstraps were history and I got to participate in scenes much more fully. My tendency to cum hands-free having now been increased, the camera was often in the right place at exactly the right time to capture my scum spurting out as my cunt was pummelled. My cock now being free also enabled me to top or do flip-flop scenes sometimes, but most importantly for the Director, it meant I could be included in podium BDSM or sex shows in the restaurant, or rented to clients for their use in the private rooms. As the punters often wanted to be topped, my cock being available was an important factor in escort work - and God did I love the feeling of my PA being licked and sucked and penetrating a tight asshole. It was soon established that I was an irredeemably bad dancer and stipper, much to everyone's amusement, so I tended to have full sex on stage or get bound, suspended, flogged and edged. We didn't cum on the podium, so we could do multiple acts in quick succession, but also to give the clients the opportunity to rent us. If we got paid to go to one of the booths, it was usually for a feel-up and to give or receive a blow-job. In private dining and entertaining, we were expected to spend an hour or more getting leacherously molested by the guests, giving oral, maybe use some toys, and wanking ourselves to climax while they watched. Sometimes they'd rent two of us to put on a full show for them. A summons to one of the second floor suites meant a night of sex any way the client wanted it. I got to keep tips on top of my grand a week, and the tips were fuckin' good. I realised sex work was no longer a hobby or side hustle, and I was indeed a full-time sex worker. And I loved it. I'd cum two to three times every day, did on average three or four porn shoots a week, and got rented to at least one punter a day (unless I needed to recover from an intense shoot). I got one day a week off, and now that I had my clothes I could go out and explore Amsterdam and socialise with guys I'd met working.
Until mid-May, I was still styled as a bit of a twunk and most of my scenes, if not all-out BDSM, involved pretty rough sex with a lot of slapping, spitting, choking and at least a couple of guys at a time, who were usually very well-hung. But no real-life harm was done and I was pretty into it. There were two Albanian thugs who reminded me a bit of Leroy and who delighted in double-penetrating my hairless cunt. A month after I was uncaged, Erich said the Director had decided he wanted Dave X the otter-boi back, so I was to stop shaving entirely apart from my neckline, cock and balls. As the summer months came and grew hotter, I grew back a nice thick beard and all of my body hair; the hair on my head was strictly untouched as well and of course it went through an awkward stage as it grew, but if I rubbed some wax through it to give it some texture, it looked OK.
The style of scene I was booked for started to shift at that point, and I found myself doing quite a few fairly vanilla sex scenes (including with Tony, who was fuckin' beastly in bed), flip-flop scenes and plot-driven stuff in different locations away from the Warehouse. One scene in particular comes to mind.
On a hot July day, Tony and I jumped in a mini-van driven by Erich, along with three crew members. Tony was wearing black skinny jeans, trainers without socks, a tight black vest, sunglasses and a cap; I wore footy shorts, flipflops, a sleeveless tshirt, sunnies and a cap as well - we were both commando. Erich was in jeans and trainers but had already stripped his tshirt off for the drive, while the crew were in shorts, Cerberus Productions tshirts in various colours, trainers and caps. We drove for 90 minutes out of Amsterdam to a farm; the studio had rented one of the barns (the farmer was a Cerberus fan). On the way, the group of us went through the plan for the shoot.
The gate was opened by the burly middle-aged farmer and we parked up by the barn. As the crew unpacked the minivan and started to set up, Erich ran me and Tony through the scene one last time as we drank bottled water. I removed my sunglasses and flipflops, and tugged a pair of knee-high rubber farm boots on over my bare feet and a pair of heavy-duty work gloves on my hands. Tony meanwhile stripped down completely and slipped on a pair of dirty overalls, a pair of rubber work boots like the ones I was wearing, and replaced his cap. Erich unlocked and removed Tony's chain, but mine remained on. The crew stripped off their tops to soak up some sun during the shoot.
When we were all ready and in position and the farmer was perched on a hay bale to watch, Erich called "ACTION". I started to do random farm work as the cameramen followed me about. I swept and raked stuff, lifted and hauled stuff, and so on. The sun was beating down and it didn't take me long to work up a sweat, dark wet patches spreading down the back of my sleeveless t-shirt, soaking the armholes, and extending down the ass crack of my short footy shorts. The cameras lingered as I took time to bend over, flashing the line of wetness down the centre of my shorts, then I removed my cap to wipe my forearm over my sweaty forehead and rub my hand through my short damp hair, exposing my dripping hairy pits. I slowly, teasingly crossed my arms, gripped the hem of my shirt with my gloved hands, and slowly peeled it off, exposing my matted pecs and abs and wet back to the fiery sun. Tossing the damp cloth aside, I guzzled water from a bottle, splashing it over my hair, face and body, running my hand through my chest and stomach hair, before replacing my cap and resuming work.
In my humble opinion, they were taking the piss and let me work for far too long. But eventually, Tony swaggered towards me, his overalls unzipped nearly to his navel, showing off much of his sweaty, hairy, inked, muscular torso and the occasional glimpse of his pierced nip. He was brandishing a short length of black rubber hose which he tapped menacingly against his thigh as he stopped to watch me work, blatantly massaging his visible hardon through his overalls as he stood there. "Hey, you are lazy fuck, why you work so slow? Fuckin' lazy cunt," he barked in his thick Italian accent. He slapped the hard rubber tube on my ass, making me yelp. "Why you work so fuckin' slow? Cunt." He slapped me again. Irritated by my failure to answer, Tony slipped his fingers under my heavy padlocked choker and dragged me towards him. Pulling my face tantalisingly close to his, he snarled, then spat full in my face before delivering a sharp slap with the sweaty palm of his other hand. "Open your moth lazy cunt. OPEN!" he screamed when I hesitated a second too long - then he spat several times in my open gob before clamping my mouth shut and stroking my stubbled throat to force me to swallow. "The Boss like you, he let you get away with shit, but I not like you. I think you are whore for his cock, yeah? That why he like you, yeah?" His spittle on my beard, sweet breath in my face, Tony punctuated his words with hard taps of the hose on my ass while holding me close by the chain. Then, acting disgusted, he shoved me away so I stagged and almost fell over.
"Get shorts off boi". "No way dude, what the fuck for?" I protested defiantly. Feigning enragement, Tony swept forward and rained a series of firm blows on my torso with the rubber hose as I raised my arms to try to ward them off. "FUCKIN' LOSE THE SHORTS LAZY CUNT!". "OK man, OK, take it easy dude". I tugged my shorts down - my rigid, leaking, thick, pierced 6.5 inches slapped my wet hairy abs as I pulled them down, hopping about on one foot as I awkwardly worked them over my rubber boots, kicking them away as they finally came off. Tony came close and ran the hose up and down the length of my raging cock, treating it to the occasional light tap. "Yeah, you like this? This what you want? I knew you were faggot whore, I knew Boss fuck you in asshole, yes? You eat his cum, yes? Yes? Yes you do. Cunt". He leaned in close, slipped his arms around me and pulled me in tight as he sensually teased my neck and pierced ear with his beard and breath, grinding his cloth-covered cock against my exposed tool, before stepping back again. "WORK BOI!!!" As instructed, I resumed my labours, motivated by occasional ass taps, the cameramen taking it all in. I'd bend over to pick stuff up, one foot planted on a trailer or hay bale, so my hard fuzzy glutes naturally spread and the cameramen could get in close and capture glimpses of my sweaty mancunt buried in my dark hairy trench, rivulets of sweat trickling down my back and into the shadowed valley of wet asshair. When Tony hit my ass, I even felt the sweat tickle the back of my hairless scrotum as it dripped down. All the while, my cock made me proud by staying hard, and I hadn't even taken a little blue pill!
Suddenly, Tony came up behind me, simultaneously giving my butt a hard "TWACK" with the hose while dragging me up by my chain, making me choke. Shoving the hose in his pocket to free his other hand, he reached around to slap my raging hardon. "Fuckin' cock-hungry boi-whore can't work with this, too fuckin' distracting. You should be work, but you think of cock in your boi-cunt instead, yes? You daydream of cum in your mouth, yes?" Reaching back into his pocket, Tony produced a length of thin rope which he looped through my chain. "Come, we take care of this distraction so you work harder." He dragged me into the shade of the barn by the rope as the crew followed, with Erich and the farmer behind them.
Tony led me across the hay-strewn dirty floor of the barn to a raised wooden platform. From another pocket he produced a rubber bite gag which he fixed to my head and mouth as I protested weakly. He then forced me to kneel on an old horse blanket folded on the edge of the platform with my feet over the edge, walked around to my front and dragged my head down to the wood by the rope, which he then tied tightly to a plank so my head was kept down, and ass up. He dragged out my arms in front of me, yanked off my work gloves, and fitted loops of rope around my wrists (they'd been tied and put in place by the crew as part of the prep), tugging them tight so I was bound in position. Returning to my ass-end, Tony tugged off my boots, exposing my sweaty bare feet to the relief of the cooler air in the barn. Slightly out of character, but unable to resist, he gently ran his ringers over my sweaty soles and toes for a minute, enjoying the sight of my squirming as I made inarticulate gagged sounds. Tony then tied a length of red string around my balls, making them swell, and tied the string to a steel cross-bar above my back, lifting and tugging my tight balls out of the way of my cock, which he started to stroke roughly to ensure it was fully hard (how it could get any harder, I didn't fuckin' know, but when he cheekily rubbed his thumb over my cocksnot-slippery piercing, I moaned aloud). He brought to the platform a plastic bottle of pale green liquid with a funnel attachment, held it under my groin and dipped my cock through the wide funnel; when he squeezed the bottle, the cool astringent liquid surged up the funnel and bathed my cock. He did that several times - I knew this was a veterinary disinfectant used on cow and goat udders before...
A loud mechanical engine powered up, and the pre-lubed milker attachment was slipped over my cock. The most amazing sensations washed over my dick as Tony let the machine do its work while he started to slap my ass with his rubber hose, keeping me off the edge of orgasm. After 15 minutes or so, he stepped away and came back with a plastic bucket of J-Lube the crew had mixed up. He took a large plastic syringe and sucked up 100ml or so of the thick slime, attached a thin, flexible plastic tube to the tip and slid it way up inside my ass before slowly injecting the goo into my rectum; withdrawing the tool and then dipping a couple of fingers in the gooey, stringy lube, he unceremonously forced them into my shit chute and started mercilessly fingerbanging my prostate. As my ass began to open and the lube started to ooze down over my strung-up scrotum, he withdrew his fingers and forced his black rubber hose up into my shitter and started to slide it in and out in a vigorous fuck. Guessing by my cries that I was near cumming, Tony yanked the milker off my cock, put a tin mug underneath me, and continued pummelling my fucknut with the hose while he roughly stroked my shaft - in seconds, I screamed and blew a generous load of thick, hot spooge into the tin mug in half a dozen pulsing squirts. He kept working my hole and cock until he was sure he'd milked the last drop out of me, picked up the mug, and downed my load in one gulp before wiping the inside of it with the fingers he'd abused my cunt with, and sucking them clean. "Fuck yeah, nice juice boi". What a man.
"OK CUT", called Erich. "Good show guys!" Tony gave my ass a friendly slap and slowly eased the rubber hose out of my slippery anus as the other crew removed my gag and untied me. Erich told me not to clean up as he liked how my bod looked, sweaty and increasingly dirty. He also advised me not to wipe off my ass, but to leave it nice and slick and let the lube work down into my shit chute from my guts as I relaxed. Tony and I sat hydrating and chatting casually as we waited for the crew to finish setting up the next part of the shoot. When they were ready, I was led naked and barefoot over the dirt floor to the centre of the barn. My gag was reattached, and my wrists tied together in front of me with loops of rope. One of the crew climbed a ladder and threaded the rope through a winch attached to a crossbeam; passing it to his mate, it was drawn down so my arms were hauled up until I was on my toes, all my slick hairy muscles straining. The rope was tied off at an anchor point. My cock was now semi-hard again, but Tony dropped down and sucked me sensuously until I was raging solid once more. He unzipped his overalls, pushed them down off his arms and upper body, and tied the sleeves around his waist before giving me a few more firm, slow strokes for good measure.
"Allright gentlemen, ACTION!" The cameramen began to pan up and down my body, taking in every muscular straining inch and my hard wet pierced cock. "You fuckin' pervert, you still fuckin' hard. You can't work if you hard. Fuckin' whore!!!" Tony started to flog me with a cat-o-nine-tails, working around my body to ensure he got me from all angles no matter how much I tried to twist to avoid the delicious strokes. After a while he paused and tied thick cord around the base of my cock and balls, separating them and making them swollen and shiny, before tying one end to a weighty mallet which dragged in the dirt, tugging my genitals and creating nearly unbearable strain and pressure, before he resumed his flogging. As I struggled and cried out, I could feel the J-Lube leaking from my asshole and slickening my bound scrote and the inside of my thighs. Tony noticed too, as, again, he stopped and slid the smooth, worn handle of a rake up in my slippery anus, wedging the metal prongs in the dirt to make it even harder for me to move when the whipping resumed - and poking my fucknut outrageously with every lash.
Eventually the flogging came to an end. Tony slipped the rake out of my ass and tossed it aside and removed the weight from my cock and balls - while leaving the cord tied around them. In a change of pace, I felt the furry wet heat of his body behind me as he sidled up nice and close, starting to lick the sweat off my neck, shoulders and back in long broad strokes before slipping his questing tongue into my ear. At the same time, his hands were reaching around and roaming all over my slippery hard body, feeling every inch of me, probing my sodden pits, tugging my right nipple hard while gently teasing my sensitive pierced left one. His fingertips teased my tense ballsack, the underside of my shaft, and my slippery PA. Moving around in front of me, he slowly removed my gag before kissing me long, hard and wet, before starting to lick the pungent sweat from my hairy pits, kissing my pecs, chewing my right nip and flicking his tongue over my left. At last he dropped to his knees and expertly took my cock down his throat, encouraging my hips to fuck forward into his handsome bearded face, making my calves and thighs bunch and strain as I moved my body from tip-toes. When he sensed I was close, he stood, untied the sleeves around his waist, and pushed the overalls down mid-thigh, releasing his uncut, pierced, 8-inch column of thick, hard wet flesh. "Oh God please yes", I moaned, causing Tony to smile. He moved back behind me, and I felt the pressure of his swollen knobhead on my slippery lubed anus and the sensation of his PA ring slipping past my ass ring as he forced it all the way up into my well-lubed guts, making me cry out with pleasure. Grabbing my hips to steady himself, he began with long, slow strokes, coming almost all the way out before sliding balls-deep again, then began to pick up the pace. For a while he grabbed one of my thighs and lifted my leg off the ground so I was balanced on the toes of one foot as he ploughed me. Alternately pulling my head back by by short hair or placing his broad hands around my throat, he fucked harder and harder, his 6 gauge PA slipping over my prostate again and again, until I moaned and erupted with a second body-wracking orgasm, my jizz lashing into the air and spattering the hay-strewn dirt. With the sensation of my anal sphincter spasming around his thick tool, Tony growled into my ear and pumped his manjuice high up in my rectum to mix with the gobs of J-Lube his cock was frothing about up there. Panting, he slowed his stroke and withdrew, crouching to spread my ass so the cameramen could get a good shot of my puffy gaping fuckhole. "Push it out boi", Tony commanded, and I started to force and fart out some of the gooey stringy fluids for the camera - and for Tony's hungry soothing tongue.
"And CUT" yelled Erich. He came over as I was being let down and gave my semi a gentle tug. "Reckon you can manage one more load David?" I nodded, smiling. "Yes Sir, just give me 10 minutes before we get going?"
I sat naked and sweaty on a hay bale drinking water and recovering while Tony tugged off his boots, removed his overalls so he was completely naked, then slipped the boots back on again. He walked over to where I was sitting and I casually reached out to play with his heavy semi-hard cock while he gently pulled my head into his hairy torso so I could lick the sweat from his abs and pecs, flicking his nipple rings with my tongue. The crew set up and when they signalled to Erich that they were ready, he shouted "ACTION"! Tony and I kept doing what we were doing for a bit, both of our cocks gradually swelling. Tony applied firm pressure to my shoulders and I slid off the hay bale to my knees in the dirt and took his beast down my throat in one long slow movement, barely gagging, as he moaned and rubbed his hands through my messy wet hair. The taste of the neutral lube, my natural assjuices and his man-seed which still coated his cock in a sticky mix made me growl with hunger and my cock twitched to full hardness.
Soon, Tony hauled me back up by my pits and shoved me back onto the hay bale. He gabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up and back - I gripped my calves to take over and pull my legs as close to my ears as I could as one of the cameramen indulged his personal fetish by zooming in close on my soles, dirty from the barn floor. Tony kneeled down, planted both hands on my glutes, spreading them, and began to lick, suck and chew my hungry open fuckhole, pausing only to add frequent dollops of spit. "Push it out for me boi", he ordered, and I clenched my abs and forced my puffy gaping cunt to flare open and ooze more lubricant and body fluids from the resevoir up in my rectum, keeping my fuck tunnel nice and slick - he moaned with approval, leaned in, locked his lips around my protruding puffy anus, and sucked on the juicy muscle while probing inside me with his firm, muscular tongue. Soon his tongue was replaced with his fingers; he started with two, then three, thoroughly probing and stretching me even wider. Tony picked up the mallet that had been used to weight my balls - a rubber-headed hand tool with a smooth, well-worn wooden handle. He slicked the handle with a fistful of J-Lube from the bucket and placed its flared end against my hole. "Breathe boi, breathe..." he whispered hoarsely, and I fought to relax my ring until the tip of the handle finally popped in. I winced, but the handle narrowed very slightly after the tip was through, and though very hard, it was also very smooth. Tony gripped the mallet by its heavy rubber head and the section of handle just beneath it and started to fuck the farmtool in and out of my slippery guts. My head lolled back and I moaned at the feeling. One cameraman panned slowly up and down my body, capturing all my reactions, while the other crouched down beside Tony, filming all the abuse and pleasure being inflicted on my asshole - they swapped from time to time so they each got to see everything.
Tony finally withdrew the mallet - I swear it made a "pop" noise when it came fully out - and tossed it aside before scooping up a fistfull of J-Lube and slathering the gooey, stringy mess over his hands and forearms. Tucking his thumb in alongside the fingers, which he gethered to a point, he actually managed to get his hand knuckle-deep in my cunt pretty easily now he'd loosened me up. A few more minutes of pushing and twisting, and the slippery knuckles finally gained entrance. I cried out in pleasure as he closed his fingers in my rectum and began to properly fist-fuck me. After a while he withdrew, and I whined with displeasure at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Tony got me to get up and squat on the bale while he braced his elbow on the hay underneath me; I lowered myself until his closed fist was forced back inside me midway down his forearm, at which point I started to ride him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Tony spat in his other palm (which was already gooey with lube, to be fair) and gripped my bouncing cock so that with every movement of my bunched, straining thighs, I was fucking one fist while getting fucked by the other. A few minutes of that and everyone could sense my impending orgasm - the cameras focused on my face and cock as a powerful full-body spasm washed over me and a geyser of jizz - impressive for a second load if I do say so myself - splashed onto Tony's suprised face, open mouth and thick beard.
As I slowed my riding motion right down to a halt, Tony licked my cum off his moustache and his hand, then leaned in to take my still-hard penis into his mouth and suck it clean, teasingly flicking my barbell with his tongue. With a loud groan I slowly stood until his fist fully emerged from my punished pussy, accompanied by a dollop of frothy lube. Tony stood, put his gooey hand in the middle of my wet chest and pushed me onto my back; I instinctively pulled my legs back and, without even being asked, forced my anus to flower into a dripping red rosebud. "AAAAAWWWWWW YESSSSSSSS" moaned Tony as he dived right in and started to suck the prolapse like it was a stubby thick cock. He then eased the tissues back inside me and continued until his hand was in my rectum once more; expertly probing about, he applied firm pressure to my bladder and a trickle - then spurts - of piss shot out over my abs and chest, hitting my face and my open mouth and wetting my beard down. Gripping my dick, I aimed as much of the piss into my mouth as I could, then messily spat it out. Tony then urgently stood, leaped onto the hay bale and kneeled by my face; I let my legs flop down as he started to wank furiously over my open mouth until he positioned the head just past my lips and over my tongue, unleashing a gush of man scum into my gob. I made a point of forcing it out over my lips with my tongue so it drooled down my beard and to my stubbled neck in a sheet of white goo, while Tony jerked the last few spurts over my nose and forehead. He remained keeling, panting, running his hand affectionately through my hair and beard, over my face, wiping up jizz which he then forced back into my eager mouth, before his own piss started to jet out over my face and into my gob; I swallowed while he redirected his flow and drenched my filthy naked body.
"And CUT! That's a fuckin' WRAP!" called Erich in his smooth German accent. Tony stood, gripped my hand and helped me to my feet. I dropped to my knees and, as was the custom, gratefully accepted Erich's pierced cock and thick cum in my mouth while the two crewmen and the farmer beat out their copious loads all over me, finally rinsing me down with all of their hot fragrant piss.
We all high-fived each other for a scene well done. We realised we'd forgot to bring any wipes or kitchen towel, so the farmer led me and Tony out into the hot sun and thoroughly hosed us down, lending us some old greasy rags to dry off with. By no means truly clean, I recovered my clothes from the ground, pulled on my shorts and stuck my cap and sunnies back on, stuffing my flipflops and tshirt in one of the equipment bags 'cos I couldn't be arsed riding back into the city with them on. Tony was the same, tugging on his jeans and slapping on his cap and sunnies, but not bothering with shoes or vest. After bear-hugging the farmer our thanks and goodbyes, we walked topless and barefoot across the dirt and climbed into the minivan, wet and dirty, and drove back happily; Back at the Warehouse, parked up outside, we padded across the road the the pavement, the hard dirty surfaces hot under our filthy bare beet, into the cool shade of the building. We split up and Tony and I took our dirty, sweaty, half-naked bods to the shower block for a long, hot and far more thorough scrub down.
Late that night, as I was dozing off, my door creaked open and Tony slipped naked into my bed. We indulged in long, slow, passionate kissing and fondling for ages before he oh-so-gradually eased his spit-wet cock into my sensitive battered guts from behind as we lay on our sides; we made slow, easy love for ages in that position until his firm grip worked a last aching orgasm out of my cock and he emptied himself inside me. We drifted off with his cock still buried in my ass. We'd spend most nights like this, after work, often not even fucking, until Tony's contract ended a few weeks later and he resumed his backpacking travels.
TO BE CONTINUED.........