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The Apprentice

By: Thrall_67



The woman entered the hallway and looked around for her client. Her gaze fell upon a man in his mid-forties, nice build, graying hair, business suit and unhappy marriage. Typical for this massage parlor. Although they were all different, different ages, various backgrounds and ethnicities they all had the same look – the look of starvation.

He gazed up and caught her beautiful blue eyes, relief and familiarity relaxing him. The men are always nervous in the hallway, fearful they will see someone they know, fearful they will be found out. She smiled as he approached her taking his hand and squeezing it as she lead him down the hall to the room. Before she opened the door, she paused with her hand on the knob and turned to him; a devilish grin spreading across her gorgeous lips. He stopped, a little confused, and raised and eyebrow quizzingly. “I have a surprise for you,” she whispered.

“Oh?” he replied, his own grin matched hers and he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. He had been her client for over 2 years and she knew he liked surprises. He raised his head, unable to contain the leer on his face. 

“Yes, today we will not be alone,” she purred, watching with satisfaction, the flash of fear replace the arrogance on his face. She opened the door and yanked his now reluctant body into the room, quickly closing the door behind him. Stepping back, she saw his erratic, nervous eyes scan the parlor. He searched frantically past the massage table in the middle of the room, past the chairs and cupboards till he saw the naked girl, on her knees, in the corner.

The woman watched the kaleidoscope of expressions cross his face like shimmers of the northern lights. His fear turned to shock and disbelief then to concern. He took a step closer to the girl getting a better look. As if reading his mind, the woman explained “She looks a lot younger than her true age. She is here at her own request and although she could pass for a college girl, it’s been ten years since she graduated with her degree." The shock returned to his face, raising both his eyebrows this time. Then slowly there came a new look in his eyes………………………lust.

Smugly satisfied, the woman moved between him and the girl, steering him to the massage table. She undid his robe and was mildly surprised at his naked body; this client, who usually required a lot of manual stimulation to become aroused, was already erect. She gently coaxed him onto his stomach watching him wince as his cock became wedged between his stomach and the table. She had placed the girl on the floor so that her client had full view of her while the woman proceeded to massage his shoulders and back. He began to relax under her touch while still staring at the girl in the corner, taking in her slim tanned body. Her straight long blonde hair tumbled over her bowed head in a golden curtain so that he was unable to see her face. He did watch as her small breasts gently rose and fell, while the silver nipple clamps with their adornments swung gently from her hard, large, nipples with her every breath. 

The woman continued to massage down his lower back but followed his gaze to the girl. Pride warmed her as she saw how the girl had perfected the pose that she herself had spent so many hours practicing. The girl’s knees and toes were the parts of her body touching the floor. Her thighs were spread wide and the woman could see the sparkle of the silver clit clamp that matched the one the girl wore on her nipples. Her arms were pulled back with each palm gripping on each heel and the girls tight ass was resting on the top of her hands. Her back was arched, her chest thrust forward, and her head bowed……….awaiting use. The pose of a pleasure slave.

The silence was broken by his breathless voice. “Who is she?” he asked transfixed. The woman moved in front of him, breaking his view of the girl. He looked up as she removed her own robe and he immediately forgot about the girl as his eyes dropped to her ample, freckled breasts. He let out a sigh as she leaned over him and resumed massaging his back, letting her tits brush against his face. 

“She is my slave girl, my thrall,” she replied as he tried to kiss and lick her swinging breasts. “I found her a few weeks ago on the Internet and have claimed her for my own." 

“Oh?” came his mumbled reply, not focusing on what she was saying but on her gorgeous globes. She stepped back and commanded him to roll over. He did so and she was pleased to see his cock still fully hard even though her expert hands had relaxed the rest of him. She leaned over him again and lightly ran her hands across his chest, teasing his nipples and once more letting her breasts fall into his face, which he tried to gobble. Her hands crept lower to his shaft and he moaned while she stroked him up and down.

“Do you know why I brought her here?” she asked him in a whisper, her hands still pumping him.

“No” he breathed, not really paying attention.

“I brought her here because she loves to suck cock,” she purred. 

He stopped breathing.

He looked at her and she winked. She then moved away from the table and snapped her fingers. The girl, who had been only a breathing statue till this time, instantly began to crawl on her hands and knees to the woman’s feet. He sat up, mesmerized. The girl stopped below the woman and lowered her head and placed gentle kisses to the top of each of the woman’s ten toes. The girl stayed on her hands and knees, her ass in the air; her head bent to the woman’s feet. The woman reached down and put her index finger under the girl’s chin to raise her head. The girl’s face came into view for the first time and the man felt his cock jump, she was beautiful. He looked at her mouth and remembered what the woman had said, again his cock jumped. He imagined what that mouth would look like encircling him and sucking. He hoped he had enough money in his wallet.

He watched as the girl gazed adoringly into the woman’s eyes. The woman smiled down at her with affection and asked “Don’t you love to suck cock my pet?"

“Yes Mistress,” was the breathless reply from the girl on the floor.

“Yes Mistress what?” was the stern retort.

The girl lowered her eyes, her chin still thrust up by the woman’s index finger, and in a whisper, he could barely hear, she answered. “Yes Mistress, I love to suck cock."

He couldn’t contain his moan as he swung his legs over the side of the table, his cock strained forward. He sat there waiting, unsure of what to do while knowing exactly what he wanted. The woman pointed to him and the girl began to crawl again. He watched her lean body as she moved across the floor toward him, her ass in the air, her head only inches off the floor. When she stopped below him, he looked down at her firm buttocks and wondered if she liked it in her ass as well, then with another moan, shuddered at the thought. For two years he had been coming to this establishment, he had only gotten hand jobs, which was a lot more than he received at home. But this was almost more than he could take. As he looked down at the girl, his cock began oozing pre-cum and twitching with need.

The woman moved closer to him till she was standing beside the table. She leaned into him, her breasts heavy against his arm, a temporary distraction for his gaze. She too watched the girl, then looked at him and smiled.

“We have to make her hungry for it,” she explained, looking down at the girl once more. He watched the woman lower her finger to cup the girl under the chin again. She raised the girl’s face so that it was level with his crotch a few inches away. The girl immediately opened her mouth but made no move toward him. The woman then grabbed his cock and bent him forward till his smooth head was a mere eighth of an inch in front of the girl’s open mouth. He moaned and tried to strain forward but the woman held him fast, gripping him hard and telling him firmly “Not yet, make her beg for it."

He groaned again and looked down at the girl. She was staring at his cock. Her eyes almost crossed and full of a smoldering look that took his breath away. He saw her open mouth and soft lips. He could feel her hot breath on him, breath that was beginning to come faster. The girl began to pant a little, her moist, exhaled air caressing his cock and driving him mad. Yet, the woman’s strong grip at the base of his shaft kept him from doing anything but moaning.

The woman then moved her finger from under the girl’s chin and trailed it down her upturned neck. She swept it past the girl’s little breasts, continuing lower till it rested on the girl’s pussy. She began to rub and the girl’s sharp intake of breath almost drew his cock into her mouth, but the woman held him fast. “I do believe your cock is making my girl wet,” she said.

As the torture continued, the girl began to whimper like a puppy. Her tongue streaked out of her open mouth to wet her lips, just missing his flesh making him grip the edge of the table and grind his teeth. He looked a the woman, in pain, but she kept her eyes on the girl on the floor. He wanted to scream. He wanted to slap her hand away and drive his cock deep into that waiting hole. But he knew if he lost control, he wouldn’t be allowed back. So he moaned and mentally pleaded to them both. His cock pulsed and throbbed and strained toward the girl.

The he heard it. Ever so softly. He heard it and he felt it. The word “please” escaped the girl. The soft sound touched his cock and surrounded it.

“Please what?” asked the woman, her own voice a little breathless, her hand moving faster between the girl’s thighs.

The girl moaned, she licked her lips again, the smoldering look in her eyes becoming a hallow, hungry look. “Please let me suck his cock Mistress." 

He looked at the woman. She smiled down at the girl then met his gaze. “Should we let her?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“GOD YES!!!” he shouted. The woman let go of his cock and with a cowboy yell he plunged straight into the girl’s open mouth. He hit the back of her throat hard and she flinched for a second before closing her lips around him. He thrust in her with abandon, deep and wild, grunting and cursing. When he felt his cock slide past the girl’s tonsils he knew he was going to cum. He looked down and saw tears in the girl’s eyes. He saw the lump in her throat, the head of his cock deep and pulsing beginning to pump his hot seed straight down the girl’s gullet. The girl met his eyes for the first time, and despite the tears streaming down her face, she looked at him with desire and satisfaction.

He continued to pump, what seemed like gallons of cum into the girl’s throat until he finally collapsed backward. His cock yanked out of the girl hard, like she was reluctant to let him go and the girl gasped for breath, her whole body shaking and quivering.

The woman removed her hand from between the slave’s legs and held it up to him, her fingers slippery with egg white-like girl cum. He met the woman’s eyes and she winked at him before looking down at the girl again. 

“Now thank the nice man for letting you suck his cock,” she said.

As he listened to the girl’s words, thanking him, he thought he heard in the distant someone tolling a bell ……………………………………………. He had arrived in heaven.

The Apprentice



Dawn had taken the day off work. She'd arranged for an engineer to service her gas boiler before the autumn arrived. She hated being cold in winter and ensured that her heating system was fully functional before the season turned.

It was a pleasantly warm day and, other than the engineer calling, she had no other plans. Her husband, Paul, was out of the country on business and had already been away for almost 2 weeks, with another 2 weeks still to go. Dawn was feeling horny as she had a very high sex drive. She recalled on their wedding day, in the Rolls Royce going from the church to the hotel, they'd had sex in the car, much to the annoyance of the chauffeur, fearful that his expensive car would be stained with their love juices.

But with Paul out of the country, there was little she could do. She'd put on her skimpy bikini and shades, poured herself a long cold drink and sat on the sun lounger in the back garden, reading a magazine and with the radio tuned into her favourite music.

She'd been reading an article in her magazine about how virile younger men can be, and what men find attractive in women. The article confirmed that their survey showed that although things like hair colour can be important to men, a sexy bust and trim legs tend to arouse them more than blonde hair.

Interesting though this may be, she kept thinking about Paul. He was a lovely man, athletic, rugged features and a cute tight arse. But he was several thousand miles away working on a project in a different continent. Damn, she felt horny.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell so she put her drink down and went to answer the door.

There stood the gas engineer. A young lad of about 20, very good looking and a similar height to Paul, about 6'2".

"Gas engineer" he stated in a robotic fashion, showing his ID which was on a lead around his neck. 

"Sure. This way" Dawn said and lead the way through to the utility area where the boiler was located. He had followed her through the house, watching her tight arse wiggle in her skimpy bikini. He was a young lad and found her very attractive. As she turned to talk to him, he blushed. This was not wasted on Dawn and she began to plot out a plan in her mind.

He confessed he had only just finished his apprenticeship and he was relatively new to the field. He told her the work may take a little longer to complete and she nodded appropriately. He set to work, watching her bum wiggle as she left the utility room. She returned after a short while with a cold drink for the lad.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Pete" he replied, his eyes fixed on the ample cleavage visible through the bikini top. 

"I'm Dawn" she said, extending her hand and the shook, formally.

He blushed a little as she took a little longer than normal to release his hand. He regained his composure and asked lots of questions about the heating and so on, and Dawn noticed that his overalls were trying to contain his erection. Bless him, she thought to herself. At the tender age of 29, Dawn was no stranger to guys being attracted to her, her bosom was 38C, and that was enough to turn many heads. Add to that, her cute bum, well trimmed legs and long dark hair (she had been blonde for a year at college but she got too much stick for being dumb!). Yes, she was what you might call a stunner. A definite 10. The bulge in Pete's overalls confirmed this theory.

She left him alone whilst he set to work and she returned to the sun lounger. She peeled off her bikini top and placed it on the table next to her by her drink. She sat back and closed her eyes, basking in the warm sunshine.

Pete had been working for about half an hour when he went in search of Dawn. She was not in the house and he saw the sun lounger out on the patio. He went to approach her before he noticed her bikini top on the table. He blushed even though there was no one there to see it. He stepped out on to the patio and approached the sun bed. Dawn had her eyes closed but Pete could not tell with her shades on. She was facing away from him and as he approached the sun bed, first her feet came into view, then her legs and bikini bottoms, then her torso. He caught his first glimpse of her tits and they were lovely. Covered in sun lotion, her breasts moved in rhythm with her relaxed breathing as she basked.

He so wanted to go up to her and touch her, feel those tits in his hands. He could feel the lump in his overalls increasing in size and his arousal made him embarrassed. He crept back inside and decided to make some noise before he went out on to the patio, to make it look like he was looking for her and to give her time to cover herself up. He went back to the utility room and called her name, making lots of noise as he stomped through the various downstairs rooms looking for her. Dawn heard his calls and stood up, not bothering to cover herself up. 

"Out here" she called to him. He stepped out onto the patio and stopped dead. There, in front of him, was this stunning woman standing before him, topless. He could not take his eyes off of her breasts.

"What's up?" she said, not realising the statement had other implications.

"A couple of things" he began, his eyes transfixed on her tits. Dawn could see what those couple of things might be.

"Yes" she said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh! Yes, I need to check something" he said and took her back into the utility room. She confirmed that a stop valve was located behind a dusty built in unit and he set to work again. She left, shaking her head in amazement. She found Pete very attractive but he was too shy. Her plan to attract him by being topless had resulted in him being more embarrassed. She wanted him before he left that day. The only thing was, how would she do it. How could she engineer it (excuse the pun) so that they ended up having sex together.

She sat on the sun bed reading. 10 minutes later, Pete reappeared confirming the job was complete. She stood and turned and noticed he was covered in soot and dirt. He'd taken his overalls and shirt off, but his under-trousers remained on, still sporting a bulge in the crotch. His torso, which was relatively athletic and quite hairy, was covered in filth. Dawn thought quickly.

"I think you'd better have a shower" she said to him.

"No, it's OK, really, I'd better........."

"Nonsense" she said, ushering him back into the house and pointing towards the stairs, "This way". She lead him to the bathroom and turned on the shower before leaving to find a clean bath towel. When she returned, he was trying to undo the button of his trousers with his thumbs. 

"My hands are dirty" he said by way of explanation. Dawn saw her chance. She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his trousers, then slowly, oh so slowly, unzipped his fly. His embarrassment grew as big as his erection as he looked down and saw this beautiful topless woman undressing him. He moved his eyes to different parts of the room, trying not to accept what was going on. His eyes, kept returning to the scene before him, however, and he gulped as she lowered his trousers to the floor. Before he could resist, she hooked her fingers under the elasticated waist band of his boxer shorts and pulled them down in one swift movement. He was now naked and incredibly aroused, his cock oozing pre cum from the very tip.

Dawn stood up and looked him in the eyes. His eyes darted from hers to her tits and back again.

"The water's ready" she said and she helped him into the shower cubicle. He turned to close the cubicle door but found Dawn stepping in with him, his hand accidentally touching one of her tits. He blushed some more.

"All in good time" she said and she reached for some soap. She got up a lather and began to soap Pete all over. She paid particular attention to everything, his back, his shoulders, arms, chest, neck, abdomen, hips, arse, legs calves, thighs, ending around his pubic area. This was also soaped and washed and rinsed and soaped and washed and rinsed. She did this several times not because it was dirty, because Pete found it erotic.

She turned the water off and stepped out, handing Pete a towel. She found herself a towel and began to dry her hair first, her hands above her head and shaking from side to side. Her breast movements made Pete's erection feel stiffer than ever.

She wandered over to Pete and sank to her knees again, using her towel to dry his legs, cupping his balls in the soft fluffy towel material. Pete sighed in pleasure.

She stood up and removed her wet bikini bottoms and made a point of drying her self provocatively in front of him. He watched in awe as she dried her inner thighs before running the towel through her dark pussy hair. 

Dawn reached for his hand and she told him that the laundry basket was in her bedroom. He followed her as though in a trance, his eyes never leaving her body.

Dawn placed the towels in the laundry basket, leaning over so Pete had a good view of her arse. He could see the lips of her pussy under her anus and he noticed the glistening of moisture, even though she had just dried herself.

She returned to his side and sat him on the bed next to her. She reached forward and kissed him gently on the lips a few times before using her finger to pry his mouth open. She inserted her tongue into his mouth and curled it around his tongue, licking his teeth and gums, sucking on his tongue whilst her hand reached into his crotch, taking his firmness in her hand, feeling the stiffness, feeling the length. Pete was blessed with a reasonable size and she knew he could make lots of women happy if he tried. For now, she wanted him to make her happy.

She kissed him and wanked him, his breathing increasing in intensity but his nervousness stopped him from reciprocating. Dawn released his cock and moved her hand towards his hand, before placing his hand on her left tit. Pete did not need any further encouragement after this.

He returned her kisses, sucking on her tongue so hard she caught her breath. He delicately felt her tits, gentlemanly almost, his hand soft but not tentative, very definite but easy with it.

Dawn's masturbating him made him groan with pleasure and she guessed he might be inexperienced and he may not last long. She laid back on the bed, pulling Pete towards her, spreading her legs in the process, reaching beneath her and taking his erection in her hands. She guided it into her waiting pussy and it filled her, deep. 

Pete sighed in pleasure and Dawn sighed in relief. She had a cock in her and it felt good. Sorry Paul, but needs must, she thought to herself.

Pete began to thrust himself deeper into Dawn and she responded, thrusting herself into him as he rode her. She was a very experienced lady, having had a different bloke every night when she was a holiday rep in Ibiza in her early twenties. Pete was a novice but his size caused her to reach climax before Pete. Dawn reached orgasm with Pete still inside her and he began to pant violently.

He withdrew his cock and spewed his load onto Dawn's flat and beautifully tanned belly, milking every last drop out with his hand, not wasting a drop.

"Why did you pull it out?" Dawn asked.

"I didn't want you to get pregnant" he replied. Pete was no longer blushing.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that" Dawn smiled. "I've taken precautions". With that, she took a handful of his warm sticky sperm and spread it over the outside of her pussy lips, allowing her fingers to penetrate herself, her fingers covered with Pete's little tadpoles. She got some more of his spunk on her fingers and spread some of his semen over her nipples, licking her fingers clean of his slightly salty sperm before using the remaining semen to smother the length of his shaft. She rolled laid him down so he was on his back and she mounted him, his sperm covered cock buried deep inside her. She leaned towards him so her nipples were in front of his face and he greedily sucked at them, tasting his own cum. His arousal remerged and his cock was no longer softening but stiffening. 

"God, you're horny" he said to her.

"You're not so bad yourself" she said. He reached for her neck and pulled her towards him, his tongue eager for hers, one hand reaching out for her soft, supple breast. 

"Tweak the nipple" she whispered between kisses and Pete obliged. She moved her hand down to her pussy and rubbed herself, her motion on his cock becoming more vigorous. He moved his hand from her tit and began to stimulate her clit with his knuckles, and Dawn groaned out loud.

"Fuck me" she whispered. "Fuck me slowly". His movements were slow and deliberate. "Mmm, that's nice" she said, seductively.

"I love your tits" he told her, his eyes watching them as they swayed with her movements. 

"Suck me and fuck me" she said, increasing the speed of her movements. His young masculine body responded, his hips pushing up into hers and she swung her head back, her dark hair falling over her shoulders making her look almost gypsy like.

"How come you're so horny" he asked.

"My husband is away on business and I'm missing his cock inside me" she smiled with an evil twinkle in her eye, "I needed some cock and yours is just what I needed".

"Husband?" Pete said, almost stopping. She saw the fear in his eyes and she smiled.

"Relax" she said. "We have an open marriage. He is away for a month and I can't expect him to be well behaved and if I crave some male attention, then I'm allowed" she said, pushing back on the bed and riding his cock. She leaned her body forward so her hair dangled over his mouth. 

"Mmm. Are you sure?" he said, not particularly convinced but not wanting to stop.

"Bring me to climax and I'll tell you" she said. Pete suddenly felt an urge to give this stunning horny tart all he had. He sat up and lowered her deep into his lap, his cock deep within her. He rode her like that before rolling her over on the bed and withdrawing. He was beginning to take control and she was loving it.

"Tell me how you want me, horny stud" she coo'd.

"I'm gonna fuck your arse off" he said and he turned her around, thrusting himself first into her pussy then into her arse. She squealed in delight and pleasure as he plundered her every orifice. She climaxed several times, as did Pete. No more did he squirt on her belly but in her belly.

Satisfied totally, she collapsed on the bed. Pete disappeared and re-emerged a few moments later with some cold drinks.

"Enjoy that?" she asked, regaining her breath. Pete, until an hour or so ago was merely an apprentice, both in engineering and also in sex, seemed confident he had passed his apprenticeship. And with his confidence came humour.

"Not bad!" he joked. "You could use some more practice though!" She looked at him with disdain for a moment or two until his smirk gave him away.

"You rotten sod, teasing me" she joked, prodding him playfully.

"I'll show you teasing" he said and he buried his head in her bush. She playfully tried to resist but submitted almost immediately as his tongue hit her clit and her arousal reawakened itself.

Downstairs, Pete's mobile received another text message.

"Ring the office now else you're fired". Upstairs, the sound of Dawn giggling drowned out the sound of the text alert.

"Have you the right tool for the job?" Dawn teased.

"Just the right tool for banging and screwing" Pete replied, his erection entering her pussy again.

"You gonna fuck me again?" Dawn asked, her legs spread wide for him.

"Yes, I'm gonna fuck you again" he said, then paused for a moment before continuing "......and again, and again, and again....."



The Apprentice



Chapter 1

I could not believe it; my application for an apprenticeship had been granted. I was to start next week at the oil refinery. OK, sheet metal work was not the most romantic of professions but at least it paid well for an apprentice and that was all that mattered to me. I could learn a trade and get paid well for it in the process.

I had just turned 18. I was a shy boy and had no real experience in the world. My body was slim, not an ounce of fat on me. I was told I was good looking but had no conception of it at all. I liked certain sports like running and training with weights. I would dearly loved to have been more muscular but no matter what I did I could not put on any weight. I had no sexual experience to speak of. My only vice was masturbation, I was terribly shy around girls and found myself blushing in the presence of other good looking boys. I didn't know what homosexuality was all about in those days. I know I liked to play around with my own body and would masturbate several times in one day. My fantasies were strange and I was too embarrassed to talk about them with anyone. I would constantly envisage myself in torture situations. I think it all stemmed back to when I was very young. My brother and I played a game where we would lightly flay each other with a small stick. The sensation of the stick hitting me on my bare back excited me very much. So I am guessing all this kinky torture stuff came from that one small episode in my past. Anyway, as I said, all this was my little secret and I could not have possibly talked about it with anyone.

Naturally, like a lot of boys my age, I loved my cock. It was not long but it was quite thick. To me it was a work of art and having seen some in pictures I thought mine looked better than most. I did not have much pubic hair; in fact, I had very little hair on any part of my body apart from my head. I had quite a thick head of light brown almost blond hair. I kept it at medium length just coming down over my ears. There was some curl to it and I was very proud of my hair which I washed every day to keep it looking good

My first day as an apprentice was rapidly approaching. I had no idea what to wear. I went out and bought a couple of pairs of jeans and some denim shirts. I went for the hard wearing stuff as the job sounded like it would need something like that. I really didn't know what to expect but it all sounded very exciting.

So the day came and I strolled in through the gates of the refinery. I had not seen anything quite like it before. It was all big metal structures with all sorts of valves and pipes coming out of them. I could hear lots of steam hissing from all over the place. There was also the occasional roar of something very high pressure being released. It was interesting but scary at the same time. 

Once inside the gates I was taken to the sight manager's office. He was a man in his mid fifties with a bald head and white hair at the sides. He was a big built man and had a very imposing appearance. His name was John Blunt, I laughed inwardly. 'Blunt by name and blunt by nature,' I thought to myself. He wore a very smart tailored grey suit which gave him the appearance of someone in charge.

"Well young man, this is it. This is the place where you have chosen to spend the next five years of your working life!" He leaned back on his chair and ran his eyes over me.

"You don't seem to have much of a physique but I am sure this work will build you up in time." He continued to stare at me.

"So I need to be muscular then?" I replied, meeting the man's incessant gaze.

"No not really my lad but this is a tough place and sometimes it can be a case of the survival of the fittest. I am sure you will get used to it in time. Most of the apprentices that have passed through here have managed to get through it."

I was not sure what he meant by 'survival of the fittest,' but I wanted to give this job my best shot. There were not many jobs that paid this well while under training.

"Come on then, let me introduce you to the men." With that he got up from behind his desk and led me out.

We walked across some open ground to a large wooden hut. Blunt opened the door and ushered me inside. There I found about a dozen or so men all seated at long bench tables casually chatting. As I entered the hut it all went quiet.

OK lads, this is our latest apprentice who has just joined us. I feel sure you will all give him a warm welcome and make him feel at home here."

There was a small amount of muttering going around the room. 

A big man nearest the door spoke up. "Ah fresh meat and such a bonny lad as well. He should fit in very nicely." Everyone in the hut laughed

"Anyway, I will leave him in your capable hands." With that Blunt walked off and left me standing in the doorway staring at all those faces.

"What's your name young fella?" Said the big man at the front.

I swallowed before I finally managed to squeak out the words. "My name is Brian."

"Well we are very pleased to meet you Brian." Come and sit down and tell us all about yourself."

So for the next few minutes I gave them all a brief resume of my life thus far. There was not much to tell really as I had led such a sheltered life. 

I learned that the big guys name was Ronnie Scott. He had a rough unshaven appearance and I thought to myself that I would not like to get on the wrong side of him. He came from one of the rougher parts of Glasgow. Eventually all the men introduced themselves to me. They came from all parts of the UK. They all looked like a pretty tough bunch; I was like a fish out of water among them. I guess we all have to start somewhere in this life and here I was, about to give the whole show my best shot.

Right at the back was a younger looking man called Bobby. He told me he was nearing the end of his apprenticeship. He volunteered to show me around the refinery. 

I was quite relieved to have him as my guide on the first day. The others were so intimidating and made me dreadfully nervous to be around them. I put it all down to my underlying shyness to the world in general.

Bobby was great, he had an amusing and witty quality to him and I felt very comfortable in his presence. The refinery was huge and Bobby told me that we could not possibly see it all in one day. 

"I will get the lorry driver, Alfie to show you the rest of it. There is a place called the tank farm. It consists of 14 square miles of oil tanks. You have to see it to believe it. It is so desolate down there; it is like being in another world. You can walk around for hours and not see another living soul." 

Bobby could see the incredulous look in my eyes. "I like you Brian but you will have to toughen up to work here. Being a new apprentice has its drawbacks believe me!"

I was puzzled. "What do you mean by drawbacks?"

"Well I won't go into them in detail at this time because I don't want to scare you away on your first day. But be advised, things will happen to you as a young apprentice!"

With that remark he scared me even more. "Please, tell me what you mean, you are worrying me now!"

"Have you come into this job without any knowledge of what goes on then?" He looked surprised.

I stammered. "Well errr....yes!"

"Well as a new apprentice you will experience what I can only call initiation ceremonies."

I just stared at him and wondered what the hell he was on about! "Tell me about these ceremonies."

Bobby was hesitant. "I don't want to put you off this job Brian but I think all apprentices go through these experiences no matter where they work. Don't worry, you will survive. Look at me, I have." He let out a small chuckle

I was sort of relieved because here he was alive and living to tell the tale. Whatever the tale was.

"So tell me, what is going to happen to me?" I waited for his answer with baited breath.

"Please don't worry yourself too much Brian. It is all done in good fun. They just play tricks on you and try to humiliate you a bit. It's all part of the game that the tradesmen play." Bobby just seemed to want to shrug it all off.

"Can you just give me some small idea of the pranks they play?" I continued to push him on the subject.

"If I tell you too much they will consider me as a snitch and then they will turn on me. And I definitely don't want that to happen!"

"You have got me very worried now." I gave him a pleading look.

"OK, just one then."

Bobby then described how they had tied his hands behind his back and put him underneath a large metal bin. And then went on to say how they banged the top of the bin with hammers making it very deafening inside and hurting his ears.

I was quite relieved to hear that was all these pranks were. I was thinking all sorts of things that were far worse. I guess that was my warped mind working overtime again.

I left my inquiries at that and gave Bobby a rest from any further questions about 'initiation ceremonies.' He seemed much relieved.

Chapter 2

The next day after a quick chat with the other men I was told to go and see Alfie the lorry driver. He was going to take me down to the tank farm and show it to me. I found him near the main office and said hello to him. 

Alfie was a man in his late thirties with a stocky but powerful build and tightly cropped curly hair. He seemed like a happy soul and appeared to take an immediate liking to me. This put me at my ease straight away.

"Come on then young man, climb aboard. Let's take you for a little ride." With that he climbed up into his lorry and started it up.

I quickly followed and sat next to him in the cab. We seemed to have driven for quite a long time; it must have been at least 5 or 6 miles to the tank farm! I was amazed at what I saw when we got there. The huge tanks just seemed to go on for miles and miles and of course they did. It was a strange eerie place with no sign of life. Alfie seemed amused at my wide eyed amazement.

"Big huh?" He chuckled

"Yeah, massive." I replied. 

Having driven around for a while we came to a small wooden hut with some bits and pieces stored outside under a tarpaulin. 

"This is where our men base themselves when they work down here. In this hut they have their lunch breaks in between working among all these tanks. It can be very lonely down here at times. It is not a very popular place to work but someone has to." Alfie stopped his lorry just outside the front door of the hut.

"Come on, let me show you around." Alfie jumped out of the cab.

Having fumbled with some keys Alfie eventually managed to unlock the door to the little hut. The inside was a smaller version of the one back at the main compound. It had a metal topped table running down the centre with wooden benches on each side. Apart from that there was not much else to see.

Alfie went outside and over to the tarpaulin nearby. He then unbuttoned the bib and brace he was wearing and started to pee all over the tarpaulin. I found myself staring at him. Not because he was having a pee in such an open place but at the sheer size of his cock. I had never seen one as big as that ever. 

Alfie spotted me staring at him, which seemed to amuse him very much. "How would you like to use this as a tow rope?" He chuckled

His remark snapped me out of myself. I had not realised I had been staring so intently. Alfie of course was excited that I had found his big dick so interesting. I, on the other hand, had just been amazed at its bulk and embarrassed that he had caught me staring at him. 

Alfie had a broad grin on his face "Did you like what you saw?"

I had no answer for him. I was too embarrassed at what I had done. He had totally got the wrong impression of me.

Alfie pushed me back into the hut and against the table. He started to rub his groin into mine. I went red with embarrassment. 

"Mmmm....you excited me the moment I saw you young fella. You are so pretty for a boy!"

He continued with his grinding.

"Please don't do this Alfie. Please stop!" I pleaded

He took no notice of my pleas. My behaviour had excited him and I now knew I had given him the wrong impression. His grinding became more intense. By now he had me totally pinned to the table top. The whole weight of his body was on me. I could not move, I was trapped! I carried on begging him to stop but he was having none of it. I felt his big hands pulling at the front of my jeans. I froze at this latest assault on my clothing. Before long my fly was open and I could feel his fingers eagerly seeking out what they wanted. With expert ease Alfie undid my belt and pulled my jeans down below my buttocks. I tried to struggle but he was too strong for me. I then felt my briefs being pulled down. He had totally exposed my genitals; I could feel a cold breeze on my groin. I was dyeing with embarrassment.

"Alfie no, please don't do this, I don't want this!" I pleaded with him to stop but he took little notice.

"Come on you little fucking tease, give in to me, you know you want this. You have been asking for it ever since you got here!" 

"No I don't want this; you have got the wrong idea of me. Now stop please!" I begged and begged. I was really scared now

Alfie ignored me. He carried on groping me with his big fat fingers. Then to my utter horror I found myself responding to his squeezing of my cock and balls. I thought to myself. 'No no this can't be happening!' My cock was starting to become erect. How can this be? I did not want this, so why am I getting an erection?

Naturally Alfie could not help but notice what was happening. He became even more exited and really started to rub the shaft of my cock hard. My treacherous member continued to grow and grow and in a short while was rock hard and pulsating!

"That's it Bri Bri, come on let it all out, you know you want this!" He began to salivate

I was now totally at the mercy of his pummelling. I could feel my juices rising. No one on this earth had ever taken my cock in their hands like this. This was a whole new experience for me. So many feelings were running through my mixed up head. Shame, humiliation, sexual excitement, all rolled into one.

Alfie ripped open my shirt and started to bite my nipples. I screamed in pain. It hurt but at the same time it was exciting. Then it happened, I felt myself convulse. That incredible feeling you get when your balls tighten just before you cum. So intense, so wonderful, so shameful! Then whoosh, out it all spurted. Gush after gush after gush of that gooey white sticky liquid spilled out of me. I felt it squirt all over my belly. I heard my assailant cheering at what he had accomplished. He had ravaged me, raped me, if you could call it rape. Can it be rape if deep down you wanted it and responded to it? I was so confused and deeply ashamed of myself and Alfie knew it, of that I am sure.

"It didn't take long to make you cum my lad. You must have been gagging for it!" He was laughing at his own joke as he licked up the sticky goo on my belly. It repulsed me, how could he do that?

"Mmm...there is nothing quite like the taste of a young man's cum." He ran his tongue around his moist lips.

He then started to turn me over. "No not that please Alfie, I really won't let you do that!"

"Then you will do something else for me then." He chortled. "On your knees!"

"W..w..what!"

"I said. "On your knees, you can swallow my cum to thank me for the pleasure I have given you"

"No please Alfie I have never done that to anyone. I don't want to do it!" I was begging for mercy again!

"Well, the choice is yours Bri Bri, in your mouth or in your arse. What is it to be?

I really did not want to do either but given the choice I could not have taken his thick penis in my arse. He would have split me open

"Come on, you little shit, mouth or arse. What is it to be?"

After some hesitation I mumbled "Mouth." And sank down on my knees.

I found myself staring at his crotch. As yet his giant dick was still inside his trousers but I could see its huge bulge. His hand moved quickly to his zipper and he pulled it down. In a split second he had released that huge lump of meat of his. It flopped out in a semi flaccid state but became erect the moment he saw the terror on my face with seeing it so close up.

"Suck it my darling boy. Suck it for all it's worth. I want to squirt my cum down your throat. I want to see you swallow it all!"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I took his bulk into my mouth. I could hardly get my lips around it. The head was so large. It looked like it was going to shoot there and then. It seemed even bigger this close up. It was like a big purple balloon about to explode. I opened my mouth wide and he pushed it deep inside. It felt all warm and smooth. I am sure I could feel it pulsating. Then it started to happen again! The whole situation was starting to excite me. I was starting to get hard for the second time. I hoped Alfie would not see it, but see it he did.

"You really are a little slut aren't you?" I heard him say.

I could not answer him as my mouth was full of his meat. He started to push it deeper into my throat and I started to gag. 

"Mmmmphh......ackkkk.....guckkk!

I could hear Alfie laughing his head off. He loved every minute of this as he shoved it in and out.

"Suck harder you little fuck, suck like your life depended on it!"

I did as he said. I have never sucked anything harder than this in my life.

"Cup my balls. Caress them, come on!" He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head into his crotch. I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

Soon after that I felt his balls tighten as he was about to shoot his load. Then he came and came and came. His warm sticky liquid hit the back of my throat and slowly ran down into my gullet. It was a strange taste. I could only liken it to warm seawater. It was not repellent to me, just not what I had expected. Then again, I did not know what to expect really.

"Good boy, open your mouth. Let me see if you have swallowed it all?" Alfie peered into my open mouth and satisfied himself that I had swallowed the lot.

I bowed my head in shame. My emotions were all over the place. I felt the shame the humiliation and the pure sexual adrenalin of it all rolled into one. Alfie put his hands under my armpits and hauled me to my feet. He looked me deep in the eyes, searching in them to try and get some idea as to what my feelings were with regard to what had just happened!

I stared back at him. "Please Alfie; don't tell anyone about this, I am so ashamed!"

Alfie looked relieved. "Don't worry; it will be our little secret. I won't tell anyone what a little cum slut you are. You can be my very own little sperm bank!"

"No please, this must never happen again. I don't know what came over me but this is the first and last time!" I felt a tear run down my hot cheek.

"Your arse is mine Bri Bri, all mine and don't you forget it!" He gave my face a little pat with his huge hand. "And I love this nice podgy cock of yours, it is very pretty. Next time it will be my turn to suck you off!"

I just shook my head. "No Alfie, no more. This is a one off for me!"

"If you think this is the last time we will do this then you have got it all wrong my son!" He patted my cheek again. "If you don't want this to get out then you will do what you are told. You are mine know, all mine!" He laughed out loud.

He caressed me all over; I felt my skin tighten as the goose bumps spread over it. 

"You may not know it but you have body similar to a young woman. So slim, so beautifully proportioned. I could eat you up." He tweaked my harden nipples. I felt myself wince at his touch. 

"Well, we have to be getting back to the main office. As much as I would love to explore you some more." He then shoved his mighty phallus back into his trousers. I was still standing there. Shirt wide open, trousers around my ankles and cock still in a semi flaccid state. Alfie bent down and kissed my cock which twitched to the touch of his lips. 




The Apprentice



"Beautiful." I heard him say. "Beautiful." He then turned around and waited for me to dress.

Chapter 3

Luckily for me Alfie did not get the chance to nail me at the tank farm again as I was put to work near our main office. I constantly wondered if he had said anything to anyone. Sometimes some of the guys would give me certain knowing looks but had never said anything. One morning as I entered the main hut I was confronted with the site of Bobby being groped. They had got him on the floor and were squeezing his cock and balls through his boiler suit. He looked like he was in agony. I don't know what he had done to deserve that but after a while they let him up and he ran out.

I saw him later that day and he just shrugged the whole episode off. He just said that it was all a part of being an apprentice. I didn't dare tell him what had happened to me, although Bobby did ask me if anything had happened yet. I just told him no, nothing had happened! I don't think he believed me. I am not a good liar.

I found tools for my trade to be very expensive. I was on a good wage as I mentioned but trying to buy the tools I needed was a real problem. One day I was in the main hut alone when I saw a very expensive tool that was used to punch holes in sheet metal. I had been after one of those for some time but could never afford one. So there was one just laying there. I knew of course that it belonged to one of the tradesmen but temptation got the better of me and I helped myself to it and put it in my toolbox. 

Nothing happened at first but then the mutterings amongst the guys started. The man who owned the expensive punch was saying that it had been stolen. Fred, our foreman was called to try and sort it out. He called us all back to the hut that afternoon and got us all to open our toolboxes. My heart nearly stopped when I knew what was happening. They were going to find me out, that was for sure.

I felt my face redden as I was told to open my box. There was the stolen hole punch for all to see. I heard words like "fucking little thief," and stuff like that. I was in deep trouble and I knew it.

I found myself apologising to the man who owned it but I knew this was not going to be enough. They all looked to Fred for his opinion on what to do with me. I pleaded with him not to sack me, I told him I loved this job and I needed it badly. He went on to say I had a funny way of showing it. 

"If you agree to whatever punishment the men want to dish out to you then I will leave the matter with them. What have you to say about that?" He awaited my answer.

"What sort of punishment can I expect?" I asked

"As I said, I will leave it up to the guys here. It's up to you if you are willing to accept it or not. Otherwise I have no alternative but to dismiss you."

I gave it some thought and told him I would accept the punishment. 

Fred nodded to the men. "OK do what you have to do. I don't want any more to do with this matter. You can have the rest of the afternoon off to punish the lad."

My heart was pounding; I really had no idea what they had planned for me. My imagination was running wild. I had a fair idea it would involve some sort of pain but that was about it.

Ronnie Scott seemed to be the main guy in charge of my punishment. He stepped forward and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck.

"We don't take kindly to thieves around here. So we are going to do something to you that you won't ever forget." He then gave me a severe shaking. 

I was hoping that my punishment would just be a bit of roughing up. I could stand that, I knew it would hurt but I would get over it.

"Have you ever heard or tarring and feathering?" Enquired Ronnie

"I..... errr.... ummm....errr....yes I think so." I could hardly speak having heard what Ronnie had just said.

"Well we have our own version of it here." All the men in the hut started to laugh. 

"We use bitumen and sawdust. How do you feel about that then?" Ronnie waited for me to answer.

"Can you just give me a beating? I am sure that would satisfy you all."

"Oh no, that is too quick and convenient. We want you to remember this day young fella!"

The door opened and one of the guys I knew as Pete walked in with some plastic sheeting. He laid it out to cover the floor. Another guy came in carrying a large pot of steaming bitumen, and then another arrived with a bag of sawdust. I shivered; this was going to be very messy for me. But would it be so bad? I wasn't sure about it all.

Ronnie marched me onto the plastic sheet. "OK let's get on with this. Strip off all your clothes."

I was too shocked to say anything. I had agreed to be punished by them. Now I must get on with it. I slowly peeled off my clothes down to my underpants.

Ronnie shook me again. "Come take it all off, I want you totally naked for this!"

Having removed everything my body shook even more. I had read about this type of punishment but had never given it much thought until now.

Are y..you..going to put that stuff all over me?" I stammered

"No young man, what do you take us for? We are just going to smear it on the parts that matter!" Ronnie was really laughing now.

"W...wha...what parts?" I stammered again.

"It's going all around your balls, cock and arsehole. You will have great fun trying to remove it all. Bitumen is the ultimate sticky stuff. That coupled with sawdust will make trying to get if off sheer hell!" There was even more laughter.

I started to squirm. This was going to be far worse than I had ever imagined. They told me to lie flat on my back on the plastic sheeting which I did. I was held in a spread eagle position. My arms and legs firmly held by the men. Ronnie knelt down beside me with the pot of steaming Bitumen. He began to slowly stir it with a big brush. They were really hanging this whole process out. They wanted me to agonise about it for every minute, prolonging the torture for me.

I heard one of the onlookers say he was getting a hard on just by seeing my naked body. And went on to say he was ashamed as he was not gay. Whoopee doo, I thought to myself. I wondered if he would like to swap places.

Ronnie had finished his stirring and applied a liberal amount of Bitumen to the brush. He then got hold of my cock and started applying the black gunk all around my balls and crotch. I let out a yelp as it was very hot. Not hot enough to burn me but hot enough to make my eyes water. Ronnie really seemed to be enjoying himself. They rolled me over onto my belly and then Ronnie plastered the Bitumen all over my butt cheeks and into my butt crack. He took great delight in pushing the rough brush up into my arsehole. By this time I was yelling and screaming at the top of my voice.

After what seemed like an age Ronnie put the pot and brush down and let Pete start to pat the sawdust into the Bitumen. He too was relishing his work. He didn't miss a single crack or crevice. The whole of my nether regions were now covered in that sticky mess of sawdust and Bitumen. When they were satisfied they let go of my arms and legs and just let me lay there quietly sobbing. It had been a terrible experience as they said it would. The whole thing was humiliating and terribly painful in the extreme.

Now there I lay, naked in the centre of the room being stared at by around a dozen guys. Even Alfie was there, he had heard on the grapevine what was about to happen and nearly broke his neck getting here to see my punishment. A lot of the onlookers had admitted they got erections watching me struggle. Alfie was no exception; he had loved every minute of it as most of them had done.

I don't know exactly how long my ordeal had lasted for but it was now almost time to go home. My punishment had started just after lunch, so several hours had passed. The whole thing now just seemed like a blur of laughing on my tormentor's part and screaming for mercy on mine. I was hoarse from screaming, I had little voice left. 

Fred came in and ignored me as I lay on the floor. It was time for the men to go home. Without looking at me Fred told the guys to get me over to the washroom as he wanted to lock up. I was then frog marched over to the washroom and thrown on the floor together with my clothes.

Ronnie stood over me. "Now it's up to you what you want to do young fella. You can either put your clothes on over the Bitumen and sawdust and go home as you are. Or, you can try and clean some of it off here. The choice is yours, we are off!" 

With that they all left me alone lying on the washroom floor. I was still sobbing, more from pure embarrassment than anything else.

I lay there for a while before deciding to get to my feet. I could still feel the heat around my balls and cock. That black shit felt heavy on my crotch. They had not spared the amount they had used. I stood at the sink wondering how the hell I would get this off. There was plenty of soap around but that alone would not get it off me. I needed some kind of spirit. I remembered there was a can of white spirit around the back of the hut. So I put my shirt over my shoulders and went to find it. Thankfully it was still there so I carried it back to the washroom with a load of old rags I had found.

I then began the painstaking job of wiping the sawdust impregnated Bitumen off of my crotch, cock and balls. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I did not notice a man who had come into the washroom.

"Hello, what have we got here then?"

The sound of his voice made me jump out of my skin.

"Oh.....oh....shit I never heard you arrive!" I looked at him opened mouthed.

"How in the hell did you get all that stuff over your vitals like that then?" He was looking at me in wide eyed amazement.

I just shook my head. "It's a long story but it has happened and I really need to get some of it off before I go home."

The man smiled. "Do you want me to help you?"

"No no it's OK I can manage." I really did not want a strange man rubbing spirit soaked rags all over my genitals. I had been through quite enough this day. I didn't need any more grief at this stage. 

"Well I insist young man. I can't leave you here like this. I want to help you."

"No please, I can manage really." He was starting to make me nervous.

"Well!" He went on. "I can't pass up this opportunity, finding myself here in a deserted washroom with a lovely looking young man. Who, by the way, is totally naked and needs help in getting lots of black gooey stuff off of his cock and balls. It would be very silly of me to pass up on something like this."

Oh god, I thought to myself. I am naked in a washroom and a sexual predator has just walked in. How was I going to get out of this one?

I tried pleading with him to let me clean myself up but it was no good. He was most insistent and was starting to become quite nasty at my constant rejections of his help. I could see he was not going to pass up on the chance to have a pop at me. What could I do? He was a lot bigger than me; he could really hurt me if he wanted too. I didn't need any more trouble today. I had had enough!

"OK then if you insist. But please don't hurt me mister. I have been through enough today. I am at breaking point!"

"Me! Hurt someone as lovely as you. Never in a million years. To me you are an angel sent from heaven. I would not hurt a hair on your lovely body."

That confirmed it to me. He was going to have his way with me and there was really nothing I could do. I felt sure if I resisted he would harm me in some way. I did not want that. I knew I had to do the sensible thing and let him do whatever he wanted. Then maybe I could finally go home and have a good cry.

So the clean up began, I must say he was very gentle and kind to me. He held my cock so lovingly as he cleaned off the Bitumen and sawdust from it. He was gentleness itself. I found myself warming to him. He was not a bit like Alfie, he was crude and rough. This guy was totally different compared to him. I started to squirm at his touch. I could see he adored fondling me and I was beginning to respond to his administrations. It must have been getting very late now but I could not care less. This man was sending me into raptures. He was doing a great job on me. My groin area was not looking perfect but it was a lot better than it was. I thanked the stranger for his help.

"It was my pleasure young man but before I go there is one more thing I must do."

"What is that?" I asked

"I can't leave without fucking you."

"No, I have never let anyone do that to me and I am not about to start now. And anyway, I am in no fit state for that sort of thing. I am too messy down there."

"Shush my pretty one, I will make sure all is clean around the bit I want." He smiled knowingly.

"No, I can't do that with a complete stranger."

It was the first time I had seen anger in his eyes. He grabbed my balls and squeezed very hard. I had never known pain like it. I screamed and screamed. 

"Now then, do we have a deal?" He was smiling again

Ok Ok, please don't do that again, do what you want and leave me alone." Tears ran down my face. 

"There now, I knew you would see sense. I think this will be a very interesting way to clean up your arsehole. Don't worry, I will not take long, I do not intend to prolong your agony. It will be just a few quick thrusts followed by me emptying my load in you. Then I will leave you in peace. I just have to have you my dear boy."

He was a man of his word. The man applied copious amounts of liquid soap onto his engorged cock and pushed it quite brutally into my rectum. It was like no other sensation I have ever experienced. It hurt like hell as he pushed passed my sphincter muscle and on up into my rectum. His thrusts were quite savage and there was an urgency about them. A tremendous heat built up in my arse as he continued to pummel into me. Liquid soap was no substitute for KY gel that's for sure. However, he was true to his word. A few more violent thrusts and he shot his load into my rectum. He let out an almighty roar as he came. As rough and as painful as this sex was it had excited me. After he bade me a hasty farewell I found myself finishing myself off. Just a few quick strokes and I had an orgasm to end all orgasms. I was thoroughly spent; my knees were trembling at the thought of all that had happened this day.

That night I slept the sleep of the dead.

Chapter 4

The following few days were very tense in the hut. Although I had accepted their punishment they still seemed to resent me for what I had done. Also the guys who got erections on seeing me like that still had some guilt issues on why it had aroused them.

When I was alone with Bobby I asked him if anything like that had been done to him. He said no, nothing like that had happened to him. He went on to say that he had not stolen anything, so why would he be punished like that. I felt sure he had been through some stuff but I did not press him on the subject. He did say that he was relieved a new apprentice was now on the scene and that it would take the pressure off of him. I must say that didn't sit too well with me.

Watching me being stripped naked and punished seemed to have made the guys see me in a new light. They felt they could take a few more liberties with me. Quite often I found myself being pinned up against the wall and having my balls squeezed. Groping me became the new sport during the lunch and tea breaks. I began to dread going into that hut.

One day my foreman Fred called me into his office. I stood in front of his desk while he eyed me up and down.

"So how's it going then?"

I gave him a quizzical look. "How is what going?"

"Have things settled down since your punishment?" He leaned back in his chair.

"Well more of less, things do get a bit tense at times." I was uncomfortable with the look Fred was giving me.

"You were very lucky not to get the sack you know. I don't usually tolerate thieves on my work force. But I need to satisfy myself that all is well between you and the others. I don't want any tensions building up."

"Please don't worry about that." I told him. "I am sure it will all settle down in time." I could feel Fred was still worrying about it all.

"Things have changed around here since you arrived on the job. I can't explain it really. It's like a girl has joined the team and it's upsetting the whole balance of things."

I gave him a surprised look. "What do you mean it's like a girl has joined the team? That is ridiculous!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Is it? Look at you with your pretty boy looks. They all fancy you, even the so called straight guys. I see the way they look at you. Things have got even worse since they saw you naked and having a handful of your cock. Like I say, it's like having a girl around, and it's causing tensions."

I could not believe what I was hearing. "I hope it will not affect my position here as an apprentice." I told him.

"Well, I will have to speak to John Blunt about the situation. We can't afford any scandals on the refinery. That is the last thing we want."

"Scandals, why would there be any scandals? I know I stepped out of line by stealing something but I have paid the price and kept it all to myself." I gave him one of my pleading looks.

"Yes, I will give you that; you have not gone bleating to all and sundry about it. You seem to know how to be discreet." 

I was relieved to hear those words. Fred seemed to be starting to trust me.

"You know Brian, I like you very much. I am sure you can bring a lot to this company. It's all just a case of how we treat you and how you treat us. I feel sure things will work out." He gave me a knowing nod.

I felt like a great weight was lifting from my shoulders. I liked this man; he seemed almost fatherly toward me.

"Come here boy, come and stand next to me." He beckoned me over with his finger.

Straight away something inside me tensed up, but I did what he wanted and stood next to him. Fred was still seated and once stood next to him my groin was almost in his face.

"Fuck me you are a handsome lad Brian, I have got to give you that. The moment I first saw you my cock twitched." He leaned back to see what affect his words had on me.

"That's very nice of you to say Fred but let's not let this get out of hand eh?"

"Well, I know you desperately want to keep this job and I know a way of helping you keep it." With that remark he pulled me towards him and cupped my arse cheeks and gave them a loving squeeze.

"Please Fred, don't do this I beg you." I tried to pull away from him but he held me tight.

"Do you want to keep your job or not?" He gave my arse another squeeze.

"Yes of course I want to keep my job." I was still trying to back away from him but couldn't.

"Then behave yourself and please your foreman." He let out a small chuckle.

Fred got up out of his chair and went over to the office door and locked it. I knew then I was in for it. Something that foremen should not do to apprentices.

On returning from locking the door Fred pushed me up against the wall and nuzzled his face into my neck. I could feel his lips brushing my cheeks. He started to nip and suck on the side of my neck. I started to groan as I could feel my cock coming to life. As Fred pressed against me I could feel his cock pressing into my groin, he was totally erect inside his trousers.

"Good boy, I knew you would want to please your boss. What are you going to do for me then? Are you willing to do something nice for me?" He continued to suckle on my neck.

"What do you want me to do for you?" I asked nervously.

"I want you to tell me you are going to please me."

My head was spinning; he wanted me to take the initiative. I had never done that before in my life. I knew that in order to secure my position here at the refinery I would have to perform sexual favours for this man. Fred pulled my shirt open and began to suck on my nipples. Every now and then he would give them a little nip with his teeth which made me jump. I gave some thought to the situation. What could I do to make sure my job was safe?




The Apprentice



I decided I would give him a blow job and sank slowly to my knees. To my surprise Fred pulled my up again.

"No no, I don't want you to suck me Brian; I want to suck you. I have heard about that pretty cock of yours and I want to see it and suck on it."

I could not believe what I was hearing. He was going to suck me off!

With that Fred pushed me back on his desk and pulled my shirt over my head. His hands went urgently for the belt buckle on my jeans and undid it. Without any hesitation he pulled my zipper down and pulled my cock out. By now it was almost fully erect. 

I could see him salivating. He then pulled my pants and jeans clean off leaving me totally naked apart from my boots and socks. I felt the warm wetness of his eager mouth as he took my fully erect cock into it. His sucking motions were ferocious; he was like a man possessed. At one time I thought he was going to suck my cock right off. I felt one of his hands cup my balls and start to squeeze them. He got a bit carried away and made me yelp in pain. He seemed to like hearing me yelp and it made him squeeze even more. I thought I was going to pass out at one stage. Eventually he stopped the squeezing, much to my relief and concentrated on trying to suck my cock head off. 

"I hope you have plenty of spunk for me." I heard him mutter in between those mighty sucks of his.

It wasn't long before I could feel the sap rising deep down in my balls. Already they had tightened and were retracting high up into my groin. Then came the release, whoosh, whoosh. Gush after almighty gush spurted from my pulsating cock. It seemed to go on and on much to Fred's delight. He eagerly swallowed every last drop down. When I was finally spent Fred stood up smacking his cum soaked lips. 

"Mmmm....your cum tastes yummy." His tongue was still busy licking his sticky lips.

My whole body was shaking with the experience of Fred's administrations. I thought to myself. 'If all blow jobs were like that, bring 'em on!'

When Fred had finished licking his lips I asked him if that was it? To my surprise he said yes.

"I have heard how lovely you body was. And I just had to experience it this one time. Seeing you cum like that was the biggest turn on for me ever. And being able to taste you as well was the icing on the cake. You can now rest assured you job is safe and I won't bother you again for sexual favours. This was a one off for me; I just had to have you."

I didn't know what to say really. I was expecting things to be different. I didn't think it would be me getting the blow job. And in allowing it to happen I had now secured my job at the refinery. From now on things could only get better I thought to myself.

Fred watched me as I put my clothes back on. "I assume you will carry on being discreet young man? I don't want anything to happen that will spoil things."

I nodded. "Yes Fred, you can rely on me, this is our secret."

He smiled. "Just one more thing, if things get out of hand between you and the other men just have a quiet word with me and I will try and sort things out for you."

It was my turn to smile. "Thanks Fred, I will bare that in mind but I hope things will never come to that."

Fred gave a contented nod. "Well let's hope so, but I do know what those men are like and you seemed to have awoken the beast in them. I see a look of pure lust in their eyes when they look at you. Please be careful around them. I have to tread a fine line between you and them."

I nodded again. "Don't worry yourself; I think things will be OK once they get over my little episode of thievery."

Fred got up and unlocked the office door. "I am not so sure about that Brian, just be careful and take it easy OK?" He opened the door and let me out.

As I walked back to the main compound my head was spinning in the light of this latest event. I wondered how many other apprentices had been sucked off by their foreman? I am guessing not many. I chuckled inwardly to myself.

Chapter 5

A few more days went by and I managed to keep my head down and stay out of trouble. I was usually the first person in each morning as I liked to get up early. I enjoyed the quiet of the dawn. I got the keys to the hut from the main gate and let myself in. 

Having hung up my jacket I looked at the work rota on the notice board. I scanned it for my name and could not help but notice a name that amused me very much. 'TIPLADY.' I laughed out loud. 

I repeated the name out loud to myself and said. "Who in the hell has a name like that?"

Having said it I was aware of a presence behind me. "It's my name, have you got a problem with it you little shit!"

I turned slowly and was confronted by this huge guy who towered over me.

"Errrr......no......I don't have a problem with it."

"Then why were you laughing when you repeated it to yourself." He had a face like thunder

"You think it is a stupid name don't you?" Now he was scowling

"Ummm.....no not at all, I have never heard that name before." I think I must have still had a smile on my face as he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the wall.

"I'll take that stupid fucking grin off your face you little weasel!" He seemed to be getting angrier by the minute. 

"No please, I wasn't making fun of it honest." He was choking me.

"You are that new kid everyone is talking about aren't you? Well you don't do anything for me I can assure you. I don't take kindly to people taking the piss out of me!" With that he punched me hard in the belly.

I doubled over and went down like a sack of potatoes. I found myself gasping for breath as he hauled me up on my feet again. 

"Not laughing now are you pretty boy?" This time it was his turn to smile.

I couldn't speak; he had knocked the wind out of me. He was a powerful man. I thought now he had satisfied himself by punching me in the gut that would be the end of the matter but I was wrong.

"So, what is so special about you then pretty boy? What is all the fuss about huh? He still had a firm grip on my throat. 

"What's the matter, has the cat got your tongue?" With that he ripped open my shirt and gave both my nipples the hardest of tweaks imaginable. 

"Ahhhhhh....no please....oh god that hurts." I was nearly sobbing.

Tiplady was now in his element. He was enjoying hurting me. He twisted my nipples for the second time, enjoying the cries he was getting from me

I managed to pluck up some courage. "For fucks sake what is your problem. Have you got no sense of humour?"

That seemed to set him off even more. "So you want to have a little banter with me do you boy?"

Tiplady ripped my shirt clean off. He then picked me up like I weighed nothing and slammed me down onto one on the tables. He knocked all the air clean out of my lungs. Then came the all too familiar undoing of my jeans. Tips big hands went straight into my waistband and within a split second they were off. Once again I found myself stark naked and at the mercy of a male assailant.

"For fucks sake there is nothing of you. What's all this talk of what a good body you have? You are just a puny little runt!"

Before I knew it he had my balls in his grasp and he started to crush them between is massive fingers. My cries must have been heard outside as someone had entered the hut to see what was going on.

"What's going on here?"

Tip turned around to face the man. "If you know what's good for you I would get the fuck out while you can. I have some unfinished business with this little shit. Or do you want some of this as well?"

The man did not stop to argue. He turned on his heels and left as fast as he arrived.

I shouted after him. "Please get some help, he is killing me!"

With that I felt the full impact of Tips hand as he slapped me across the face. The back of my head hit the table top hard.

"Shut the fuck up you little squirt!" 

My head was spinning from the blow. I didn't know what this man's problem was but I knew I was in serious trouble here. Everyone seemed terrified of him and I was not surprised. He was so violent. I tried to sit up but Tip knocked me down again with another violent slap to my face. Now I didn't know what day of the week it was. I can vaguely remember being turned over and dragged to the end of the table. I felt that same pain I had felt in the washroom when that stranger had sodomised me. 

The next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor naked as the day I was born. I had pains all over my body. But the centre of the pain was in my rectum. I reached round and touched my arsehole with my finger. There was sticky goo all around it. It was running out of my arse. That evil fuck had shagged me while I was half unconscious. Now he was nowhere to be seen. What was it with these guys, what do they think I am? Some sort of receptacle for their sperm? Some sort of play thing? Fred was right; they were out to get me. I was rapidly turning into their fuck toy. The previous assaults on my body I could take but this last debacle with Tip was a nasty one. I had been beaten and well and truly fucked. My arse was telling me that in no uncertain terms. 

I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly dressed myself. It would not be long now before the rest of the men arrived to start work for the day. I could not let them find me walking around naked at this time in the morning. They would surely be on me like a pack of wolves.

The rest of that day I reflected on the mornings events. I kept getting an erection at the thought of how Tip had treated me. I guess I liked the rough stuff along with everything else that was happening to me. Working on the refinery and getting so much attention from the guys was becoming an adventure. I felt sure this was going to be an interesting 5 years.

Chapter 6

A few weeks went by and I managed to stay out of trouble to a degree. Some days they cornered me and had some fun groping me and making me scream out in pain with lots of ball squeezing but that was about it.

One morning as I passed by the office Fred called me in. Every time he did that my heart would start to race. But he was a man of his word and never did try it on with me anymore. I guess he had satisfied his curiosity with me and that was that.

Fred sat down behind his desk and looked me up and down. "Listen son I have a problem. There is a big maintenance shutdown coming up and I need all the tradesmen I can get to work on it. That means I will have no one to work down at the tank farm. So I want you to go down there for the next few weeks and carry out the necessary maintenance duties. You have learnt enough now do what has to be done. Our company is paid by the refinery for two men to be on duty at all times but I can't spare two men. So what I want you to do is wear different coloured overalls each day to make it look like more than one person is working there. Do I make myself clear?"

I was intelligent enough to realise what Fred was on about. He wanted me to take part in some sort of scam to try and cut corners.

"Yes, I get your drift Fred, but will I get into trouble if I do that?"

Fred leaned back on his chair and stared at me. "Well, let's put it this way, you will definitely be in trouble if you don't do it that's for sure. I need people who will do as I say with no questions asked!"

I gave the proposition some thought and said I would do it. I valued this job too much to refuse.

"Good lad. You know what it is like down there. It is totally desolate apart from the odd engineer or two. No one is going to question you I feel sure about that. I just want you to make it look like two people are working down there. Is that too much to ask?"

I shook my head. "No it's OK Fred I will do it for you."

As I left the hut the thought of being at the mercy of Alfie again filled my head. He would be driving me down there and bringing me back every day. He will think Christmas has come.

The following Monday the main plant shut down and I was picked up by Alfie and we set off for the tank farm. Alfie was a real pain on the journey down. He kept squeezing the top of my leg. It didn't hurt but it was very annoying. He was really happy with this turn of events. I knew I was going to be totally at his sadistic mercy.

"I have really missed you since we had our last encounter Bri. I hope we can make up for lost time. I got so horny when they were doing that punishment thing to you a while back. In fact a lot of the guys were turned on by it. A lot of them would not admit it though. But I could see all the tell tale bulges in their pants." He was really laughing now.

I groaned. "Oh please Alfie, just drop me off and let me get on with the job in hand."

He laughed again. "Ha ha, there is only one thing I want in my hand and that is your cock."

I decided to ignore him and stared out of the lorry window at the passing scenery. This man was never going to let me rest and I had eight weeks of this same journey.

We pulled up outside the little hut and Alfie was out of the lorry like a shot. He was standing by the door as I got to the hut. I opened the door and Alfie quickly followed. 

"Come on get your kit off, I don't have much time. I have to get back to the main compound." Already he was undoing his trousers.

"Alfie, for god's sake behave yourself. I really don't want this right now." I tried to push him back outside.

But Alfie's strength was far too much for me. I was no match for him. He pinned me up against the wall and ripped open my shirt. He managed to pull it off me in a second. Then he was in my jeans and fumbling for my cock. I let out a sharp cry as he cupped and squeezed by balls. His hands quickly moved up to the waistband of my jeans and hooked them down my legs. Within seconds I was naked apart from my boots and socks. I must have looked ridiculous.

"Mmmm...!"Alfie was salivating. "I have been waiting too long for this. I knew you were avoiding me but I have you now my son. You are all mine for the next few weeks.

Alfie pushed me back on the table and pinned me down. He started to kiss and lick my belly all over. His urgent mouth kissed and licked its way down to my now hardening cock. It was not too long before he had it in his hot mouth. He sucked on it like a man possessed. I will give him his dues; he certainly knew how to suck cock.

In between sucks he mumbled. "Cum for me young fella, let me taste you!"

I groaned as I felt my balls tighten; my sap was starting to rise. Then, out it gushed in all its glory. Alfie relished it, he sucked and squeezed every last drop out of me.

He smacked his lips. "You taste so good Bri. I hope you have plenty more for later....mmmm!"

I went to get up but he held me there. "And where do you think you are going eh?"

"I....errr....thought you had finished?" I looked surprised

"Finished....god no! Just got to finish things off now. He then flipped my naked body over.

This was the moment I had been dreading. I knew he was going to bugger me. I braced myself.

As Alfie spat on my arsehole, I felt his massive cock meat at the entrance. He was pushing like mad. I knew it would not be long before that huge purple head pushed its way past my sphincter muscle. With one mighty shove it was in. I felt his length travel up into my rectum. Next came that huge burning pain I was now familiar with. Alfie's cock was a lot larger than the one the guy in the washroom had. The pain grew even more intense as Alfie started to pump into me. I did not even have the lubrication of the soap this time. Just Alfie's spit. Luckily he was in a hurry and it wasn't too long before I heard his cries as he shot his load deep into my rectum. 

Alfie flopped down on top of my back and let out a sated gasp. I looked up at the window and to my horror there were two guys peering in. They must have heard the noise I was making

I cried out. "Alfie get off, we are being watched!"

By the time Alfie looked up the faces were gone. Alfie quickly pulled up his trousers and pants and went outside but by that time the onlookers had disappeared.

Alfie came back inside. "Who were they?"

I shrugged. "I don't know do I? This is only my second time down here!"

"They must be the engineers that oversee this place." He carried on tucking his shirt in.

Alfie did not seem too bothered by what had happened but I certainly was. After all I was going to be based down here for the next two months. 

"Well, those guys know they have a little slut based down here now, so maybe your luck is in." He chortled.

"It's not funny Alfie; I find you a real pain at times like this. I don't want any more unwanted attention!" I frowned at him.

Alfie put his arms around me and cupped my buttocks. You are a delight Bri. So fucking tight. The grip on my cock when I fuck you is incredible. You have me cumming far too quickly. I wished it would last longer but you are way too fuckable. He then gave me the deepest of kisses. His tongue was almost down my throat making me gag. It was the most savage of kisses and it seemed to go on and on.

Then he broke away. "As much as I would like to stay with you all day Bri I have to get back. I am late already."

With that he gave me a little peck on the cheek and departed. I just sat back on the edge of the metal topped table panting. He had drained me; it had all been very quick and rough. My arse ached from the intrusion of his thick cock and his cum was still trickling out of me.

Still naked I rummaged in my bag for some tissues to wipe myself. As I started to put my jeans back on there was a pounding on the hut door. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Who is it, what do you want?" I was in a panic.

The door flew open and there stood four men dressed in boiler suits. I recognised two of them straight away. They were the men at the window.

"We have just come to see if you are OK young man." Said the first man.

"I.....errr....I....am fine thanks. I stammered

The men pushed their way into the hut. 

The first man spoke again. "In all my years of working down here I have never seen a show like the one you and that lorry driver just put on." 

The other men laughed at the remark. In my confusion I had forgotten that I was still stark naked. I was just clutching my jeans in front of my body. 

The first man pulled them out of my grasp. "Let's have a look at you then. I want to see what that lorry driver was so excited about."

By now they were all around me, they all had the familiar bulges at the front of their boiler suits. 

"Very nice little body." Said one. "So fuckable.

My heart was racing once more. I was in deep trouble I knew it. These guys were going to have me and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't want them to hurt me that's for sure.

The first man stood in front of me. "Let me tell you how it's going to be. You obviously like it in the arse, so who are we to deny you? So just bend over the end of that table and let us do the business. Then we will leave you alone"

I just shook my head is despair. "Please you guys you have got me all wrong. That was not how it looked believe me!"

The first man spoke again. "Oh we know how it looked alright. You are just a little cum slut and we are going to give you plenty. Now turn around and bend over that table, or do we have to make you?"

The four men had started to salivate. "OK OK, but please don't hurt me."

The first man tapped the side of my face with his hand. "We don't want to hurt you dear boy, we just want to fuck you. Now bend over!"

He turned me around and forced me to bend over the end of the table. They had come prepared because out of the corner of my eye one of the men was unscrewing a large jar of Vaseline. I felt one of them spreading a liberal amount around my anus. The others had by now got their cocks out and were putting Vaseline on them.




The Apprentice



You take a deep breath as you look up at the sign before swallowing down your nerves, adjusting your uniform and entering through the door. The woman behind the desk gives you an odd look as you timidly shuffle up to her, but once you explain why you're here she smiles and gives you the directions you asked for. 

Deep in your chest your heart races and you try to calm your shaking hands as you conquer step after step. For a moment your body tenses up and freezes the thought of turning back flashes across your mind. It's not too late -- you can get out of this now and never mention it to any one. If you'd entertained the doubt for a fraction longer then it would have won and you would have fled, but you rally yourself in time and snap out of it. This is something you have to do - you need the money and you'd be stupid to turn down this new job.

Entering your work space you recognise your new boss instantly, even though you've never set eyes on her before, and you blush with embarrassment when you notice that you might not be wearing the right thing. The fear grabs you again and the only thing stopping you from legging it is that your legs have turned to jelly, but she approaches you, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder and uses her aura of dominance to lead you to a seat.

She makes you feel comfortable and chats about general life, sensing your nerves and doing a good job of soothing them. Her appearance is powerful and strong but her composure, her tone and her eyes have a mysterious quality that makes you feel safe. The mixture is fascinating and while part of you is awe struck and can understand why she's one of the best in the business, a corner of your mind is terrified that you'll never reach her standards. But she continues to relax you and put you in a better frame of mind and not a moment too soon either.

A bell rings and your boss, Sandra, rises to her feet.

"Your first customers," she announces, "Don't worry at all. I'll take charge and you just do what feels right. I'm good at taking charge..."

As soon as the customers -- two men in suits and ties -- come through the door you notice an instant change in Sandra, although everything that surfaces had always been there. Her posture is tall and her presence fills the room, her eyes glow with a fierce fire and her latex uniform shows off just enough flesh to tease any hot blooded male. As she stands with her legs apart and her hands on her hips in the centre of the dungeon even you feel a growing tingle pass across through your body and a curious attraction towards this legendary dominatrix mistress...

The two men grin and jeer with each other for a moment but Mistress Sandra shouts them into silence and orders one to sit on the chair and the other to face the wall with his hands above his head.

"I've got a new apprentice today so you worms should really count your blessings," her voice rich and seductive but with a sharp edge, "Not that you dogs are worthy of her body, let alone mine."

Sandra turns to you and tells you to tie the man to his seat with a length of rope then strip him while she sees to the one by the wall. You focus totally on trying to emulate Sandra's demeanour while you keep your man pinned to his chair. As you bind his wrists tight you let him feel your breath on his neck and gaze at him through the fringe of your hair.

"Fuck me, you're pretty," he says with a perverted grin. Normally you'd blush but that wouldn't be in character now.

"Did I ask for your opinion? Shut up and sit still," the force of your voice takes both you and your client by surprise but you do your best not to let it show on your face. With a steely gaze you rip the buttons on his shirt open and trace a pattern on his bare his chest with your finger, "I'm marking you as my property, although she's right -- a bastard like you is hardly worth my time."

The grin returns to his face and it starts to annoy you -- not just because you genuinely think he's a low life piece of scum, but because you know that all the power should be with you. Your palm strikes his cheek in a stinging slap and you dig your nails into his flesh as you grab his chin, bringing your face in close to his in a cold, hard stare. "We're playing this my way, and I don't use the nice rules."

Your tongue slowly passes across your top lip, his eyes following the moist, sensuous action. A low, subtle purr escapes from your throat and the noise causes your man to start squirming in his chair, wanting to feel your touch and use your body for his own sexual pleasure. You tease him with your hands, fingers and tongue for a while -- never quite giving him the full contact he desires but building up the anticipation so much that he starts visibly shaking with excitement. As your body dances close to his you make sure he can see every curve, amplified by your tight black corset and the stockings which make your already impressive legs appear even longer. 

Pulling in close so that your breasts are mere inches from his drooling mouth, your hands masterfully tackle his belt buckle and tug down his trousers and underwear. He wriggles his hips to help and his heavy breathing hints at what you had already suspected but can now see for yourself -- his cock is hard and erect, thanks to your teasing. Maybe you're better at this than you gave yourself credit for!

You make a point of glancing at it and laughing so he can hear you, then you lean in close and whisper in his ear, "Looks like you're enjoying this so far. Well it's hardly begun." You pull back and place your hands one on each knee, your eyes never leaving his as you slowly, oh so slowly, bend your neck down towards his twitching dick. He shuffles and fights his binds, raising his hips as high as he can, longing for the feel of your warm lips wrapped around his solid shaft. But the sight of him wriggling and gasping at the 'almost-touches' excites you and makes you want to see more of it, so you tease him more, allowing only the very tip of your tongue to touch to top of his cock -- but even that smallest of contacts is enough to cause him to cry out and throw his head back. You reach out with one hand and grab his exposed throat, squeezing it just hard to enough to restrict his intake of breath, while your other forcefully wraps around his cock that had moments before been begging for such attention.

A muffled whimper comes from him as you hold his dick in a vice like grip, so hard that you can feel his accelerated pulse in your hand. The throbbing strength of his erection fights with your powerful grasp and his groans grow louder as your wrist breaks into motion. But instead of teasing him and building it up, you wank him off with furious speed from the start. Your hand is a blur as it passes up and down the length of his cock, quivering with ecstasy. He tries to shout for you to slow down or stop, that you're being too brutal with him but you just shout for him to be silent and grip both his throat and his cock harder still.

Then, as quickly as you started........ you release him from your grip and turn your back to him. After panting to regain his breath for a moment, he calls out to you to return and finish him off -- begging, pleading for your touch again.

"No," you reply simply, "Just sit there and watch."

By now, Mistress Sandra has her man stripped fully naked and manacled to the wall, a whip in her hand and several red marks already decorating his flesh. She calls you over and hands you the leather whip, telling you to strike him. As you hit his body over and over again, she instructs and guides you -- advising on technique and where to aim for. At first the strikes were weak but as you got into the moment you hit out with increasing power and both Mistress Sandra's praise and the man's cries indicated you were getting better. Your boss took up another whip and began striking him too, his shouts a mixture of the initial yelp of pain and then a satisfied moan as the adrenaline pulsed through his bruised body.

Sandra places a collar and leash firmly around the man's neck before releasing him from the shackles to drag him to the centre of the dungeon. She turns to the other man tied to the chair, his cock still hard and pleading for someone's touch, but the sly look she gives him only arouses him and makes him more desperate. With a harsh whip to the back of his legs, the leashed man is reduced to his hands and knees as Sandra reaches for another tool of the trade.

Looking back over his shoulder a curious terror washes over the man as he realised he is exposed like an animal as Mistress Sandra tightens the belt of a ten inch strap on silicon dildo. She tells him exactly what she has planned and the internal battle between excitement and fear plays clearly on his face. One hand keeps him in place with the leash while the other massages lube onto the dildo before roughly grabbing the cheeks of his arse and easing its length inside him.

You watch hypnotised as Mistress Sandra fucks her client with such aggression -- as if she were taking her revenge for all the times some guy had taken things too far with her. The man winces with every penetration but his hard cock shows that he loves the new sensation. Sandra reaches round and wraps her fingers around his length, gliding her hand slowly up and down his dick in contrast to the raw, hard fucking of his hole.

She calls you over and tells you to sit by his head with your legs spread apart, then she barks an order to her man, "I want you to lick her cunt -- and if your tongue doesn't make her cum then I'll tear it out with my teeth, got it?" The man nods and buries his face between your legs as you push your panties aside to allow his access to your slit, growing increasingly wet through the whole ordeal. His faint stubble rubs against the delicate flesh of your inner thighs as his slobbering tongue works over time to draw groans and sighs from you. Sandra stops fucking him for a moment to dig her stiletto heels into the small of his back and then press down on the back of his head with her foot. Looking up at the towering figure of power standing over the man has a powerful effect on you and you groan louder to please her, then you look towards the tied up man -- really struggling to escape and get involved now. Your eyes tease him as you bite your lips and direct your deep groans right at him.

Suddenly he breaks free from your knots and rushes over to you, his hand tugging furiously at his neglected cock in the seconds it takes him to reach you. He pushes aside his colleague's head and thrusts his dick deep inside your pussy without hesitation, his hands scratching at your breasts, waist and throat as he fucks you desperately. The feel of your warm pussy on his dick obviously is too great for him to fight and he can't stop himself blasting huge amounts of cum inside you but that doesn't quench his animal lust and he continues to fuck you hard and fast even though his tanks are empty. You put up some mock resistance, digging your nails into his back and biting at his fingers when they come near your mouth, knowing that it's spurring him on more.

Eventually his pace slows to a stop and with a deep exhale he withdraws, his cum dripping from your cunt, running down your reddened thighs as you straddle him before squatting hard on his upturned face. You feel him fighting for breath as your wet cunt covers his mouth. Then his tongue pushes deep inside you as you grind your sticky moist cleft across his face. Grabbing his softening cock, you once again give him a vicious hand job. Brutally jerking his manhood, you push cunt into his face. "Lick me you useless prick", you hiss at him. "One of us has to cum first, and it had better be me!" Your long painted nails rake his scrotum as you pump his cock. You can sense his discomfort, but he responds to your words and touch, hungrily eating your cunt, licking hard and deep inside you, gulping your juices and his cum as he desperately tries to obey you.

"Aaaah Good, yes yes harder prick harder", you moan as you feel the effects of his actions on your clit, the orgasm building inside you. Nails in scrotum, bruised cock hard now in your hand, you increase your 'assault' on him even more. His hands grip your thighs as you raise your hips slightly before submitting to the orgasm that thunders through your body ... your cum juices covering his face and dripping into his mouth.

Kneeling above him, you allow him to lick your thighs as you quickly take the head of his cock in your mouth and suck hard ....... "Please Miss ....I'm going to cum!" Your tongue whirls over the swollen head as you deep throat him slowly. He grunts and you feel his hips buck, the swelling in your mouth gets bigger! You lift your head quickly as he shoots his load, groaning loudly as each jet spurts over your wrist and onto his belly. 

Handing him a box of wipes, you instruct him to clean himself up and get dressed. He smiles and thanks you for such good service. 

In the background you can hear Mistress Sandra finishing off the other client. When they leave, having paid generous tips, she praises your first day and you know that one day you'll be like her.



The Apprentice



I was sweet eighteen when I managed to grab a job as an apprentice cabinet maker. There were a batch of six of us taken on by a new and revolutionary firm that designed and made furniture with a difference.

I always fancied my hand at carpentry and was keen to learn, I had a good foreman in John Hans well who said he'd show me the ropes - but not too much else I could take his job, he said with a laugh.

I grew to like John ever so much and he not only showed me the ropes with carpentry but also guided me to my true leaning in the store after work.

It was a Saturday, I had been given some overtime so the money would be handy. An hour into the morning along came John and whispered in my ear; "Meet me in the store in an hour okay?"

Just those words got me all of a dither because only the day before he had taught me the rudiments of doing it with another guy and I guess I was delighted that he wanted more of the same, especially because I thought I had been a complete flop.

It made me feel wanted after a rough upbringing and somehow John made it happen for me. Something that would have seemed repugnant to me before was wonderful and natural, and what a better guy to do it with than John.

He's twenty years my senior but still very active as I discovered and so when he asked for a repeat I was more than willing after our lovely session the day before.

But, after he said for me to see him in the store - for the hour following I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my work. Not only was I learning a brand new craft but also how to make it with John, and he was truly lovely, he had a wonderful disposition and a calm and joyful nature that I did not find it awkward at all when he showed me for the very first time how to take him by mouth.

I remember him smelling of wood chippings, and when he lowered his pants down to his knees. revealing to me a brown and pink erection, I felt quite at ease with the way he did it, no pressure just- him announcing -

"Here it is, Pete for the wanting, and you will know what it wants."

I shall always remember those words, seeing John standing there with that gorgeous stance, he did look divine and immediately I felt an ominous swelling in my groin. 

I was still in a sort of trance - was this really happening, was I really tucked away in a locked store with a guy showing me his wares?

"Do you need something to kneel on, Pete?" he asked and when he placed a cushion on the floor in front of him I soon got the hint.

"You never sucked before? He asked.

"Never."

"Well that makes it all the more thrilling. Just chill and take it as it comes, I like that, want you to get used to the idea and if you are very good I will suck you later and then as we progress, perhaps more too, would you like that Pete?"

I nodded shyly. .But I knew at once my leaning and I sort of felt like a servant that first time bending down to my knees and seeing him at full close up.

"Just sniff and discover for the time being Pete. I remember my first time. I want that. There is something magic in watching a young lad like you discovering his true potential. Get the feel of it and enjoy. I want you to enjoy as much as I."

The scent was a mixture of wood chippings and the unmistakeable scent of highly sexed cock. Something which I had always been aware of when masturbating myself. I gingerly touched and squeezed it all over, feeling the texture, watching it jerk to my touch, it was al so wonderful and enthralling,

"That's lovely Pete. Let me pull it full back for you so you can see the head and p-hole." 

And he did, it seemed enormous but very sucker friendly. This was to be it, the time had come to really start a gay relationship. I closed my eyes and closed to his erection until I felt it gently surge against my mouth. I gently touched it with the tip of my tongue and heard his moan as I did that.

That made it all the more palatable and I felt the immediate urge to take first the head into my mouth, close my mouth around it to take in the taste, and lick it around and around and across the p-hole. Johns moans were spontaneous and I sill, had my eyes closed as I went for it, the deep sensual suck.

He took it away from me. At first I thought I wasn't doing it right. He laughed and said he just wanted to stretch it back once more. That he would get better sensitivity like that. And I could see why because he really started to get revved up as he jiggered it about in my mouth, bending it this way as he grasped it firmly - holding it up and his balls as well to give me a real good access -and I was about to learn just how such a connection as my mouth with his devout cock had on this guy, how he started to murmur dirty talk spurred on by my sucking and licking.

A first I was concentrating on the scent and taste, it was salty and earthy but really pleasant to suck, to feel the generosity of its volume stretch the corners of my mouth and the texture was lovely, I could have sucked him to Kingdom come but instead it was until he cum - he warned me and I quickly retracted, not ready to take that. Maybe that is what he wanted because his strong hands were clasping the back of my neck pushing his cock deep into my throat. But I managed to get away from him and he came with such a spurt he probably would have chocked me.

"All in good time, Pete" he said afterwards but I wondered if I had displeased him thinking maybe that was it - that he wouldn't want me any more.

But the next day, that Saturday proved me to be wrong and now the hour waiting was up and I found myself going willingly to the lock up store where John was waiting, looking really good in his boxer shorts showing off a wonderfully teasing bulge.

"I couldn't sleep last night thinking about what we did yesterday, Pete" he smiled, greeting me with a wild hug his hands wondering down to covert my hind in such a beautiful heart warming way.

"I enjoyed it too, John,"

He was already breathing heavy as I felt his hands squeeze my buttocks quite severely. He led me to a bench where he asked me to bend over. I was soon to discover the rudiments of being ass pampered.

"That looks so good, so tight and so fuckable" he said with that certain tone in his voice I remembered from the day before when he was dirty talking me.

He seemed to lavish slipping my jeans down to my ankles. Then I felt his touch smoothing my ass cheeks, gently at first which felt so good. 

"Push it out for me, Pete and just wiggle a bit okay?"

And then I was in for the most memorable episode in my life finding just how wonderful it was to be really appreciated. He pushed his face into my ass and I knew he was in a complete world of his own as he lavished me in every sense. I felt his mouth surprised my asshole between my stretched wide cheeks and lamented to the absolute feel of that, his tongue and fingers protruding and stretching, hands slapping ass, teasing my cock and balls, squeezing sucking them too as he was like an animal sucking very part of me down under .

After a while he wanted me in a different posture, stretched steep across his lap, ass steeped high so, he said, he could get a good feel of ass just waiting to be fucked. But first he wanted to lube and suck me more.

I was in heaven as I felt his hands enjoy me and just then that a key was heard opening the store door. I twisted my head and say another guy standing there, it was Jack, one of the other supervisors.

"Sorry John, To disturbed you, I cant see who you have over your lap but he has a great ass, Have fun" and off he went.

"I was quite tensed up thinking we had been caught in the act and there would be hell pay.

"No worries, Pete. I thought it was his day off, But he does the same so all is fine okay?"

"Does the same?", I queried

"Oh yes, and no messing. I caught him stiff fucking the girl in the accounts office the other say, he told me to keep quite about it, so he's not about to say anything to anybody about us!"

"You mean Ann, does she go for it?"

"She sure does, Jack is always having her. She is married too. Greedy that's what I call it. But I should be so happy, I have you huh?"

Immediately John wanted me to change position again, me laying flat on a rolled up carpet on the floor and he steeped over me, rubbing his everything into my face. It was sheer delight, I never thought being with a guy so intimate could be so thrilling.

Facing the other way he grasped my thighs, pulled them right back wide open, his head leaning down between so he could once more suck my ass.

There was me indulging in some wonderful cock and ball sucking whilst he sucked me out like there was no tomorrow, then he showed me the art of cock sucking until I came into his mouth.. The sensation of all that was divine, he was sucking me all up like a good'un, ass and cock too.

If I wasn't ready for his fuck by then I never would be, my asshole rendered stretched and richly lubricated .

Then he told me to place myself on all fours with legs spread well apart., he was at it again, the licking sucking and stretching, kneading my ass and spanking it until I yelled.

Soon I felt the wonderful push of his lovely hard cock enter me and no mistake and as he levered it into me I helped him get a deep penetration by moving my hips to and from which resulted in our both getting wonderful sensations, he fucking my well pruned asshole sideways and then direct on, I felt myself being stuffed tight with cock and felt the deep penetrating throb inside.

He liked to fuck me first on all fours and then on top, my legs around his back which was nice too, and then me on top giving that gorgeous cock inside me, deep inside for the most lavish and wonderful fucking.



The Apprentice



Edited by Connie Ann.

*****

Sandra seemed to be an ordinary girl. She was a good student and did well socially in general. She did have a problem when it came to finding a boyfriend. Sandra has never been in a serious relationship that had worked out. Sandra cannot understand why, but she believed that she wasn't ready even though she was about to graduate from high school. Sandra was 18 years old and still a virgin but it didn't matter to her. 

"I want to wait until I'm ready," Sandra said when her girlfriends asked.

She used to think about other girls sometimes, but she thought that it wouldn't be anything special. 

One day while at school, Sandra finally understood why. It was an ordinary day, just as common as any other day of the week. Sandra sat at her desk while studying to become a builder and she focused on painting. There were only two other girls in the class among all the painters. Cecilia and Julia are Sandra's classmates. She used to think that they were incredibly stylish. Sandra would sit and wonder why she thought these kind of things about others and what she had missed.

In addition to the regular classes like building theory and practical work at worksites, they would be in the school's workshop which was a part of the building department. It was there that the majority of the construction students spent most of the time. Sandra, Cecilia and Julia stood and painted a little before they stopped for the day. The other students almost always finished before the poor painters finished. When Sandra jumped down from the ladder, she accidentally stood on the color bowl that hung beside the ladder, and it fell down and soaked her entire upper body with white paint. 

"Damn!" Sandra screamed. 

"Oops," Julia said, and she couldn't stop herself from laughing. Cecilia was already rolling and laughing on the floor next to the large pool of paint. 

"Shut up! It isn't funny!" Sandra yelled at Julia and Cecilia. 

She started to laugh when she saw how silly they looked when they laughed at her.

"It is probably best that we wash the paint off," Julia suggested when she had caught her breath after all the laughter. 

"You look like a snowman or something with all that white paint on your arms," Cecilia said and started to giggle again. 

"It was probably the wrong damn day to wear a tank top," Sandra muttered. 

"Let's go to the gym and wash it off," Julia said.

"Yes, that is probably the best idea. The gym should still be open," Sandra said. 

"They are open until five o'clock," Cecilia said and sounded like a smart-ass as usual. 

When they went into the locker room, they noticed it was empty but Sandra thought that it wasn't surprising at this time of day. 

"Take off your clothes and go into the shower," Julia ordered. 

"What time is it?" Cecilia asked. 

"It is quarter to four," Julia replied.

"Damn! I have to rush, I have a bus to catch," Cecilia howled and stormed off. 

"Well, it is just the two of us here so hurry up little snowman and jump into the shower!" Julia grinned at Sandra. 

"You are a fucking tyrant, or do you just want me naked so you can molest me?" Sandra teased. 

"Ha, ha, that would be the day!" Julia grinned. 

Sandra managed to wash away most of the color from her belly and her breasts but her back and neck remained covered in paint.

Hell! You have to help me because I can't reach everywhere, Sandra shouted. 

"Are you really sure? Do you want to be molested?" Julia teased. 

"Yes, you can lick off the paint if you want, just as long as the shit disappears!" Sandra snapped. 

"Okay, but lucky for you that there are sponges here," Julia replied. 

Julia picked up a sponge and soaped it. She had also taken off her clothes when she came back. 

"Did you have to take off your clothes?" Sandra asked and was surprised. 

"Yes, I don't want them to get wet. Are you afraid that you will get turned on by me?" Julia proceeded to tease and did a pose. 

"No, come and rub me now you fucking sneaky lesbo," Sandra grinned. 

The truth was that Sandra actually felt something when Julia did that pose. Julia stood behind Sandra and began to carefully rub off the paint. 

"It feels good, like a massage," Sandra sighed. 

"You see, I am actually good at molesting," Julia whispered and moved down to Sandra's lower back and toward the stomach. 

"Oh! That is nice, but I don't have any paint there," Sandra said but she regretted it immediately because it felt so nice. 

"Ah, I just want to make you feel good. You are my best friend after all," Julia whispered while she rubbed up and down over her stomach and breasts. 

"I knew you were a sneaky lesbo," Sandra teased with her eyes closed. 

"Admit that you like it," Julia whispered and Sandra felt her hot breath in the ear. 

"Oh yes!" Sandra gasped when Julia started to use the other hand to caress up and down along her butt. 

"Aren't you a little horny? You little lesbo! I know that you look at me after the gym class." Julia said when she let the sponge slide down between Sandra's legs. 

"Yes! I admit it! Don't stop that!" Sandra panted. 

She felt that her legs couldn't carry her but Julia held her in an iron grip and forced her to stand up. 

"I am not finished cleaning you yet," Julia whispered just before she kissed one of Sandra's nipples. 

"Oh, I am coming soon! Sandra gasped when Julia drove the hardest she could with the sponge. 

"I know that you want to come. So come now," Julia whispered and started to kiss Sandra on the earlobe. 

Sandra made a long moan and sat down on the floor. She stayed there for several minutes before she got up. Sandra was still shaking when she embraced Julia and kissed her lips. 

"Does anyone know about us?" Sandra asked. 

"No, not yet anyway," Julia replied and stroked Sandra's cheek. 

"Thanks," Sandra whispered. 

"Thanks for what? You have to return the favor tonight, just so you know," Julia teased. 

"Then you will have to teach me everything because I know nothing," Sandra joked.

"Take it easy, I will show you all the tricks you might want to learn," Julia grinned. 

"Ha ha, yes I know that we both would like that. You little sneaky lesbo!" Sandra teased. 

Nothing was the same afterwards for Sandra and Julia but Sandra had at least figured out that she was in fact a lesbian.