Went Looking A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group]
{Remember this site has to be paid for somehow if it's going to continue to keep us entertained. Please do what you can to help.}
Chapter Four
Even when Saturday came around I'd still not decided how I would respond to his invitation. The previous weekend had been fully occupied elsewhere setting up a new website for a client and problems with recoding his original system to my production had kept me fully occupied. However, apart from that I'd been working from home and every time I looked out of my first floor window onto the playing fields I could see the old toilet block in the far corner just showing under the trees and also, now took notice how many visitors it received in the early hours and how long some of them stayed.
I may not have decided but something was going on inside my befuddled brain as the evening continued. I'd purchased a few toys of my own over the past couple of years and soon after supper had lubed and plugged my rear to help open it up. A nice tight hinged metal ring behind my cock and balls screwed together kept everything jutting forward and under tension as did the heavier weight ring fastened round my balls. The dirty little running shorts I'd cum in a few times since last worn were now covering my groin. Just. No jockstrap, relying on the mesh lining to hold everything in place.
Midnight was approaching. Floodlights on the playing fields had been off for hours as had the lamps for the car park though I could see from the reflected street lamps there were a surprising number of cars parked there. Over in the far corner there was just a faint glimmer which I knew was where my body wanted to be. But was it sensible? Somehow I found myself fitting a heavy chain tightly round my neck and refilled the poppers inhaler attached to it. Downing the last half can of beer it only remained to slip on an old style shell suit from the bottom of a cupboard and a thin pair of old trainers before I was out of the door and not allowing time to think things through.
Even so, as I jogged slowly round the fields edges, slipping slightly into the trees when possible I tried to convince myself that I'd still not really made up my mind. Even when I stopped a few hundred yards shorts of the dark squat building where the picnic and children's play area started, removed my shell suit to roll it up and hide under a rubbish bin then stood, near naked, the balmy summer night-time air caressing my body, whispering under the rim of my shorts to embrace my restricted cock and balls, I still told myself I'd not really made my mind up.
Even after I took a small sniff of poppers and walked round the picnic benches to the rear of the building, then slowly round to the entrance and entered the dimly lit room I was still not decided.
It seemed to be crowded and I really did start to turn and leave even though there were plenty of welcoming comments from some of those present, if you can call suggestions as to what they would like to do to me and my body could be called welcoming. It was a small room really, three lock-ups one of which had the door missing which didn't seem to matter as the other two had doors open and all appeared to be occupied by couples engaged in coitus of one sort or another going by the sounds and bodies shapes heaving. Then there were about another dozen shadowy shapes standing against the walls or in front of the urinal, a metal trough nearly two foot wide.
There were already hands reaching out to touch and slide over my body, down to grab between my legs, when the voice came from behind me.
'Over here boy. You're late.'
I turned and walked through the press of bodies to the corner where he stood waiting to be served. All decisions were made for me when I made out his body again. At least six foot of well built dark skin slightly glistening in the one low wattage light, white teeth and eye balls standing out in the gloom. He was almost as naked as myself, torn or cut off denims, a slightly padded sleeveless top open all the way down, his feet I couldn't see. That didn't matter, I just wanted to touch him and reached out a hand to his chest only to have it knocked aside.
'Did I say you could touch me boy?'
I looked up at that face that I was, though of course not aware of the fact, in time know as well as my own. 'No Sir! Please may boy come closer?'
'Are you going to do what I tell you boy? Or will I have to force you to submit?'
'Are you going to hurt boy then Sir? Make him do bad things and allow other men to do things as well.'
'Of course boy. That's what you're for isn't it? Give me your shorts and shoes if you intend to stay.'
I quickly slipped them off and handed them over to see him pull a duffel bag of the floor to place them inside. Legs apart my bare feet were now feeling the cool dirty floor and my weighted balls and cock swinging freely rapidly came to attention causing me an involuntary gasp as the engorged extremities came up against their metal restrictions. His head bent down to allow a clear view of my groin, well as clear as possible in that light, and he just grinned. Just the sight of those near perfect teeth, framed, I could now make out, by a pair of thick ruby coloured lips, made me want to kiss him. I wanted to kiss his body all over, to see, and feel, the contrast between his sturdy six foot rugby players body with its tight fitting curly black head of hair and my small slim near hairless boy sized body with its long almost shoulder length sun kissed light coloured locks.
'That's a good start boy. Now what was it you wanted to do?'
'Can boy touch you please Sir!' I've no idea where the sir came from but it worked and he nodded at me.
I tentatively reached out a hand to touch his broad chest and when he didn't object followed it with the other to run rings around his nipples. It wasn't a cold night anyway but the warmth I could feel streaming from his body would have countered any such and almost before I knew it my arms were round his back and I was snuggling my face against his chest and feeling his beating heart. He smelt, and felt, just wonderful, warm and woody with that slight touch of cinnamon I remembered. One of my hands slipped back and down between his legs to feel the huge bulge laying there, waiting to penetrate me one end or the other.. I was probably going to be right royally properly fucked for the first time in my life by what I felt stirring down there and the fear lurking in the back of my mind made me shiver.
He roughly snatched my hand away and used my hair to jerk my body away from his own. 'That's for later, after I let some of these nice men have a little bit of fun with your body to help warm it up for me. Are you going to submit?'
I looked up and shook my head. I just couldn't help grinning a little bit.
'So I'll have to force you then boy.' He grinned back in return. 'Are you sure? I'll hurt you if necessary, among other things. No blood or broken bones but I doubt you'll sleep on your back this morning after we finish.' I nodded. There seemed no reason to open my mouth, well not to speak at any rate.
'I'm really going to get off on this tonight. I just hope you'll prove up to it for your own sake. Now go and sit in the urinal for a while to cool off.' I didn't move' His hand slapped across my face and the other went straight down to pinch at my right side nipple. My own hands flew down in a vain attempt to protect my cock and balls
He smirked. 'Don't worry about your little nuts yet boy. I'll get round to them later.' He grabbed my hair and slapped back and forth a couple of times, harder now, enough to make my head ring. 'Now go and do what I told you.' I turned to obey. 'No wait. I've got a present for you, two in fact.'
Reaching into his duffel bag he brought out a set of black swim goggles and after quickly spitting in them and smearing the lenses fitted them over my head. 'That will protect your eyes if need be but you can still see what's about to happen. Now open your mouth.'
I was expecting the rubber covered ring from last time but this was different. More like a leather mouth gag with a small gap in the centre and two inch metal prongs sticking out top and bottom that clamped round my face. As before a leather strap fastened off tightly behind my head but then came the surprise. He fumbled at the side of my head and I found what I had thought a gag in my mouth slowly opening up forcing my mouth open.
He stopped when there was a gap something like an inch across. 'That will do for now. We'll see if you need it when the time comes for somebody to fuck your face. Now go and sit in the urinal boy like I told you and let these nice men see what a dirty boy you really are.'
###############
I do hope you have enjoyed this effort to entertain. If so you may also like to savour my other stories held in the Nifty Archive. Seek under Prolific Authors, 'Ant-Boy'.
Also – published effort to entertain: Subs Deliverance by Anthony Thomas Paperback: 189 pages ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0 Available from Amazon and all good Gay Bookshops.