3 comments/ 60724 views/ 25 favorites A Late Shift By: Lion24655 As Mark rang the bell at the back of the hotel, he smiled, knowing he had at last done something for his mother. Life had been hard since his father had left many years before and his mother had struggled heroically to bring up Mark and his younger sister Kelly in their small apartment, but at last he could repay a little of the effort she had put it. Since he was sixteen he had been planning this. Some guessed that Mark was still sixteen -- he looked quite boyish with his mop of black hair, slim figure, standing about 5ft 10. People said of Mark that he would fill out to a fine figure of a man. They said that when he was older he would have everything -- good looks and genuine charm. At eighteen Mark was kind, and growing slowly in confidence, with "boyish" good looks. As soon as he could Mark had signed up with the agency to get work waiting on at dinners, banquets and functions, and had served in many different places, from hotels to marquees to halls, work he could do while studying in the day time. Of course, he had contributed to the "family pot," but had also kept some of his earnings for himself. He enjoyed buying music, and sometimes even clothes. But he had saved some as well. And now his mother had just gone on her first holiday that he could remember. She had flown to the sun with her sister for ten days. And Mark had paid for it. Of course, he had needed to convince his mother she should go. And convince her she could find some spending money. In the end she had flown out earlier that day, leaving Mark at the house to look after himself -- with the promise of no parties -- and Kelly with friends. Mark was pleased his mother had gone -- she deserved everything she got as a result of what she had done for Mark and Kelly. Mark's mind turned back to the shift for the evening. It was some sort of awards function for an insurance company. He wasn't sure what, and didn't particularly care. Probably normal stuff -- best salesman, special awards, best newcomer. He enjoyed his work, enjoyed the company of the staff he worked with, and enjoyed the interaction with the customers, but this was just one more "do." After the first half dozen shifts he had worked he had lost interest in who he was serving. Tonight he was with a team of ten others -- all the same sort of age as him, mainly students -- and the shift went well. A team of ten suggested a hundred people, with the hotel using their own staff to run the bar. Food was served. Starter. Main course. Pudding. If you had asked later, Mark could not have told what the food was -- he just had to deliver plates to tables and clear up after. Then there were speeches, and awards, and for the staff a lot of hanging around in a corridor polishing cutlery, waiting to clear tables. For Mark it was just a typical ordinary shift. After two years of this work he was used to the waistcoat and bow tie he had to wear. He had polished cutlery mountains. He had served more chicken than Bernard Matthews had grown. And this was just another shift. They worked hard. Joked. Waited to go home. At last it was over -- most of the guests had left. About 10 men were left -- managers of the company. It was often what happened -- the organisers/managers would run the event, then stay the night in the hotel so they could drink afterwards until late, often staying in complimentary rooms if they had paid enough on the dinner. The tables had been cleared, and then stacked at the side of the room. The team were being approached by the group of managers -- it was always good form to say thank you to the staff who had worked hard. "I just want to say thankyou for your hard work tonight," said the man who appeared to be in charge. "First time we've had a dinner like this and it went very well. Like to just give you a bottle of something to say thankyou." They gave each of the team a bottle of wine to say thankyou. "Just wanted to say we are going to have a private drink or two, and wondered if one of you would like to come and serve a few drinks to us for a couple of hours? May be do a few other favours for us?" The team knew what these things could mean. A bunch of blokes getting drunk. Cleaning up sick. Staying for hours till the bitter end. Trouble getting time sheets signed, so not getting paid for it. The team melted away quickly. Needed to be home. Last bus due. Taxi waiting. Truth was Mark knew they were all off to a club. As the team disappeared Mark moved over to the Manager of the company. He was a tallish thin man, about 45. Smart, although his tie was a bit dishevelled after the long evening. He was good looking, with a ready genuine smile. Mark spoke to him. They seemed like friendly people, and he might get a good tip. " Sir, I know what these things can be like, but I've got nothing better to do. I'll stay as long as I'm happy." Mark knew he didn't have to be home as he was the only one staying there at the moment. He wasn't doing anything the next day either, and could leave whenever he wanted. The man held out his hand to shake Mark's and introduced himself as Chris. He asked Mark his name. "Mark, I know what you're thinking. I did your kind of work when I was young. But it won't be drunk and sick and gross men swearing. We're not like that. We've got other plans for later. Are you happy to give us a few hours?" Mark thought before he spoke. "If it's not drink and sick, then what do you want me to do?" Chris thought before he answered. "Absolutely everything we want. And no getting out of anything. And we won't pay you. And I think as our member of staff you need to call me sir. Still want to do it?" Part of Mark thought he should just walk away. But he was intrigued. And when Chris had said Mark should call him "sir" something stirred inside him. "I'll do it, sir. There's no-one at home tonight -- my mother is away on holiday -- so no-one will miss me." Chris chatted for another ten minutes to Mark, asking him about his mother's holiday, a little about his life, why Mark was working as a waiter for these events. Chris was more and more impressed with the quiet young man, and knew it was the lad the manager at the agency had told him about, how he had saved for his mother, and the tough life they had in the apartment, struggling to make ends meet. At last Chris told Mark to report to room 404 in 15 minutes. Chris suggested Mark may want to freshen up, take a shower, before reporting. With that the ten men had disappeared, the hotel staff had melted away, and Mark was on his own waiting in the dining room of the hotel, looking at the clock. Mark did take the shower in the staff area -- it had been a hot and sweaty shift. One minute before the 15 minutes were up, Mark took the lift to the fourth floor, and was knocking on the door of suite 404. Almost immediately the door was opened by Chris, and Mark invited inside. For the next few minutes Mark did what was his duty -- he served drinks, handed around nibbles, washed empty glasses in the small kitchen attached to the suite. It gave him a chance to take in the surroundings a bit more. It was a large suite with plenty of chairs, as well as a double bed, with a small kitchen and bathroom attached. The ten or so men who were the managers of the organisation sat on the chairs talking. For a group of men who had drunk a few, they were remarkable quiet and friendly to Mark. Mark also noticed another man who was clearly very friendly with Chris, perhaps even a partner, called Tony. Tony was a couple of inches taller than Chris -- over six foot, although height was deceptive for someone as slim as him. He was perhaps 45, with blonde hair. Mark found him particularly kind to him. It was after twenty or so minutes that Chris clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Gentlemen," he started, clearly about to make a short speech. "Gentlemen, it is obvious that we have managed to set up a good company. It's not often a group of friends from a gay bar succeed quite so well! Setting up our own insurance company ten years ago was the best thing we ever did." There was clapping amongst the other men. Chris continued. "So perhaps we ought to celebrate!" He paused. He turned to Mark stood by the kitchen. "Mark, come and stand by my chair." After he registered he had been spoken to, Mark moved to the side of Chris's chair. Chris spoke to Mark quietly. "Whatever happens, don't move. Unless I tell you." Mark stood wondering what was going to happen. Perhaps there was a special champagne to serve, or a cake to be brought in. Mark was only half listening to what Chris was staying. "I reckon the best way to celebrate is for us to share something special together. I've always wanted to do this. A gangbang." There was a pause. Even then Mark had only half heard and hadn't registered, although it was obvious the other men liked the idea after they too had registered Chris's suggestion. Later Mark thought it was perhaps the drink that made them so uninhibited. Chris was still speaking. "I've always wanted to gangbang a nice fresh eighteen year old, and we have one here." Mark felt Chris move a hand from behind, between his legs, and reach up and cup his cock over his trousers. Afterwards Mark knew he should have run -- he would have escaped through the door. But he didn't -- his just stood there and let Chris do it to him. Perhaps it was that he said he would obey and had been told not to move. Perhaps he wanted it. Even in his acute embarrassment he felt his cock twitch into Chris's hand. He also knew afterwards that having stayed for this moment, he could have been led into anything. And was. Chris was speaking to his friends again. "What do you say, lads? Do you think Mark is a tasty 18 year old?" As he did he gently pushed and released Mark's cock, making Mark go harder. The clamour suggested they did think it was good idea, and thought that Mark was a tasty teenager. One of them cried out: "Let's see what he's got." Chris released Mark's cock and stretched his hand so he could undo Mark's trousers. He put his other hand across to help, and quickly had Mark's belt undone, the button undone, the zip pulled down. By this stage the thought of running wasn't even in Mark's consciousness. Chris pulled Mark's trousers to his knees, then to his ankles. He lifted up Mark's feet one at a time, removed his shoe and sock, then pulling the trousers off his ankles. Chris threw the trousers across the room, then rested his hand again on Mark's cock which was bulging and tight inside his underpants. A voice said "Come on Chris, let's see it all." Chris slowly lowered Mark's underpants down the back, then unhooked the front from Mark's cock, lowering them to his ankles. The men cheered. Chris got to his feet and as quickly as he could removed Mark's shirt and tie, leaving him standing naked in front of the men. Chris sat down again. The men were appreciative. Mark heard a man say "Wow, he as some pretty equipment." Another voice say "what a cute boy." Another voice said "What a handsome cock, on such a good looking lad." Mark felt strange. Part of him was acutely embarrassed. Part was flattered and pleased. Mark heard Chris's voice again, this time directly to him. "Don't move honey." He felt Chris's hand rest on his ass, rub gently around his ass. It felt good. He felt Chris's fingers running along the crack of his ass. He guessed what was going to happen and wasn't going to move. He felt Chris's fingers pushing between the cheeks of his ass, probing deeper and deeper until he groaned -- Chris had reached Mark's asshole and was tickling him there. Mark knew his cock was throbbing hard and the men were watching. It was so embarrassing. It was so hot. Mark wasn't aware of some of the men getting undressed as he kept his eyes closed. He heard Chris's voice speak to him. "You are going to have ten cocks going deeply in there..............and everyone will probably want your mouth as well......." Marked jerked -- he hadn't really put into thoughts what they were planning to do to him. He had read about it on websites. How tight it was. How much it hurt. How full it would make him. How it might taste funny. Or nice. Chris's voice continued. "Imagine -- ten cocks pumping cum in your asshole. Ten cocks pumping cum in your mouth." Mark wanted to run. Mark wanted to stay. Mark wanted to prove he could do it to these men. Mark felt his cock throbbing. Mark remembered the word from a website: "gangbang." Sometimes his friends at college had talked about gangbanging a particular girl, but it was all in their fantasies. He had once heard the phrase "Male Gangbang," and now knew it was going to happen to him. In the next few minutes. Mark was embarrassed -- his cock twitched as he thought of what was to happen. Again one of the men spoke. "Come on Chris, show us his hole, show us his treasure." Chris spoke. "Okay Mark -- on your hands and knees, ass towards them." Mark moved like an automaton, but knelt in front of Chris, his ass towards the other men. Never had he dreamt he would be showing off his asshole to anyone. But when one of the men wolf-whistled he felt pleased. For some reason. Chris collected something from his case and knelt beside Mark. Mark felt Chris's finger playing with his asshole again, this time pushing gently through the ring. Mark hated and loved the invasion. Mark was trying to make out what Chris was doing, then remembered one of the websites he had been to. Lubrication. He was rubbing lubrication into his ass to make it easier for them to take him. Chris moved away, and one of the other men was kneeling behind Mark. The man was running his hands over Mark's ass, tickling his asshole. Suddenly Mark felt something pushing at his ass. Trying to push into his ass. It was so big, hard. Suddenly Mark cried out -- it was through the ring. Then man held it there, than began to push gently further into Mark. Mark remembered the word. He was being buggered. It was odd -- his mind was almost separate, analysing what was happening. The man pushed further and further in. It hurt, it made Mark feel full. But he could stand it. The man slowly slid further and further. Deeper and deeper. Mark was being opened up. Invaded, owned, taken by this cock. Suddenly the man seemed to be in as far in as he could be. Mark thought maybe 6 inches. He held his cock in Mark until Mark began to get used to it. Mark was getting used to it, but as he did another man sat in front of Mark's head. He put his hands on Mark's head and pushed down, until Mark felt a cock pressed to his lips. The man pushed harder, and Mark knew what was expected. He opened his mouth, let the cock enter his mouth, then clasped his lips around it. Mark paused for a moment wondering what he should do. He decided -- he caressed the cock in his mouth with his tongue, and the man moaned in pleasure. He sucked gently. Tasted the pre-cum from his cock -- and liked it. It was obvious the man he was sucking was enjoying it as well. Suddenly he felt the cock pulled almost out of his ass, then pushed back in. He felt the other man thrusting upwards into his mouth. Suddenly they were doing it with a rhythm. He thought -- his ass being fucked, his mouth being fucked. Mark felt the cocks slowly fucking him harder. He let his tongue caress the cock in his mouth, sucking as he did. The cock seemed to be going in and out of his ass quite easily. It was tight. It did hurt. But Mark didn't mind now. He even tried to squeeze the cock with his ass muscles, and heard the man say "what a good lad, what a hot bitch." Mark was suddenly aware that the cocks were sliding faster and faster in and out of his ass and mouth, the men were moaning. Suddenly he felt the man thrust up into his mouth, cry out, holding Mark's head down on him. He tasted the cum spurting into his mouth. He had no choice. He swallowed as hard as he could. The man seemed to pump over and over, and Mark swallowed all he could. Suddenly he felt the other man grasp his hips hard and plunge his cock as deep into Mark as he could, crying out. Mark knew he was coming in his ass, groaning and spurting hard. At last they both slumped down, releasing Mark's head and ass. He heard one of them say "he is the hottest fuck I've ever had............." Mark attempted to get up, but felt himself being held by two more men, one at his head, one at his ass. At that moment he felt the enormity of what was going to happen. All ten in each hole............... After the second pair Mark felt himself feeling exhausted, his ass sore, but now so expanded, his mouth full of cum, his taste buds over taken by it. And the truth was it was one after the other. Each one fucking his ass and mouth, recovering enough to do him twice. After a few it was all a blur. Those who fucked him after they had already filled his mouth took much longer. His ass felt full, stretched, abused. His mouth felt owned by all these men. And they appreciated him, telling him he was a hot slut, or a gorgeous bitch, or a fabulous fuck. Later he reflected -- what was it about the obscene compliments he like so much? It seemed a long time until they all seemed satisfied, and were sitting around, with Mark lying exhausted and abused on the floor in the middle of them. He remembered the phrase again -- he had been gang-banged. His ass was sore. His mouth was sore. It had been terrible. Wonderful. He had been abused and used, and had loved being taken. Owned. Filled. It was one of the men who noticed -- Mark's cock was hard as he lay on his side exhausted -- he still hadn't cum. Chris knelt beside Mark and rolled Mark onto his back. He grasped Mark's cock. He began to slide his hand up and down Mark's cock. For Mark it felt fantastic, as he felt himself masturbated. He was glad someone was doing it -- he felt so exhausted he didn't want to do it himself. The men we clapping to the Rhythm, then were chanting "pump, pump, pump" in time with Chris's hand sliding down Mark's cock. Mark lay there, too tired to respond, although his cock did. He felt the pressure building in his balls, then cried out as he shot his cum high into the air, then pumped cum all over Chris's hand. For Mark it seemed never ending, although in the end he came down, the men cheering and clapping. He heard comments like "How much cum does a kid have," and "I wish I pumped out that much." Mark felt a hand pushed gently to his lips, and Chris telling him: "lick my hand clean, babe." Mark did, before he realised what he was doing and what he was tasting -- licking his own cum from Chris's hand. The rest of the evening was a blur. Most of the men melted away to their own rooms. Chris and his partner Tony helped Mark to his feet, to the shower, and let him sit in the shower as they sprayed water all over him. They dried him, let in sit on the toilet for a few minutes, then carried him to bed. Mark was sore, exhausted, and asleep in seconds. When Mark woke next morning he found himself alone in the bed in room 404. He looked around and found himself alone in the room. There was still luggage there, but no-one in the room. At first Mark wondered whether the night before was a dream, but the ache in his ass told him it wasn't. He also felt the muscles of his jaw aching from being stretched open so much. Mark felt the need to relieve himself, so got out of bed, and walked slowly to the bathroom. His legs were weak but managed to carry him. He used the toilet, drank some water, then returned to the bed. Just stretching his legs made them feel a bit better. It was only on getting back to the bed that he realised he was naked, completely. He sat in bed remembering the night before. It was a mixture of thoughts. They had taken him. Surely he hadn't given in to them? It had hurt so much. He had been stripped completely naked, there was nothing they hadn't taken. He had hated it. He didn't want it. Never again. He had never been gay, and his girlfriends -- and his aunt -- hadn't complained................... A Late Shift Ch. 02 Sue was glad to hear the door slam, her son Mark arriving home from college well before the evening meal. Mark's mother Sue was enjoying her new home, and was particularly pleased that Mark and Kelly, her daughter, had their own rooms, and particularly pleased to have a garden. The house had been a gift from some people Mark had worked for, and while she sometimes wondered exactly what Mark had done for them to make them so generous -- Mark wouldn't say anything about it - she had settled well into the new home, and so much of the pressure of finding rent-money, and being secure in a tough area, had been taken off her shoulders. "Hi Honey," she said as Mark took a bottle of coke from the fridge. "I've got some news for you." "News?" Mark wasn't particularly interested -- probably something from his mother's work, or about the neighbours, or her sister. "Had a phone call today from Chris. You know that guy who let us have this house?" Sue wasn't quite aware of the impact the 'news' had on Mark, but he was suddenly listening. "He asked if you could work a late shift for him on Saturday." Mark's heart lept. "Said it was at a private lodge he and his partner Tony had hired for the weekend. They have a conference with twenty or so guys there on Saturday evening, and a few of them were going to stay over to Sunday. Said to work the shift, then perhaps to stay over until Sunday to help, or perhaps 'til Monday if you wanted. I said you would be delighted to do it." Sue wondered why Mark started stammering, but it came out as "Okay mum" in the end. A whole weekend of being taken...................... Suddenly Mark was tuning in to his mother again. "The thing is," said Sue, "He said he was wondering if I knew a female who would work as well, as they needed a couple of people to look after twenty of them. I hope you don't mind, but I said I was free over the weekend as long as we got back by Sunday evening for Kelly, and would be happy to do a late shift, as it would be a good way of repaying their generosity a bit, and even better if they pay a bit as well...................." As Sue chattered Mark had slumped into a chair in shock, not that his mother had noticed -- she continued chattering. "Thing is, he said I would be ideal to work the late shift with you, he had been hoping I would offer, said I was perfect for the shift." "Mum, you can't..................." For the first time Mark was looking at his mother. She had changed since moving to the new house. Until the move she had carried the cares of the world, and dressed to match in rather baggy frumpy sort of clothes. Through the summer, after the move, she had dressed better, wearing closer fitting clothes. She had been emphasising her shape, which was shapely. Her hair was nicer. Mark looked at her in shock at what she said, but his mind was distracted. She was an attractive woman. He could suddenly see why Chris liked the thought of her doing the late shift. "Mark, what is it? I thought you'd be pleased that we could work together for once on a shift -- just you and me. Don't worry -- I won't try to boss you around or anything....................." "Mum," Mark pulled his mind together. "Do you know what a late shift is?" "Well," Sue replied lightly, "I can guess by what you have said. Serve a few drinks. Mop up if the men are being a bit sick or drunk. Maybe wash up glasses, and serve food. What is it honey?" Sue had been taken aback by her son staring at her, shaking his head in disbelief. Suddenly he leapt to his feet and rushed to his bedroom. He cast a look over his should and cried "You can't do it." From the Tuesday when they had the conversation, it was obvious to Sue that something was wrong, but she found herself tip-toeing around her son, conversation being superficial. She had done nothing about cancelling the shift, and it was obvious that over the next couple of days Mark's level of anxiety was increasing. Two or three times he had said "Mum, Cancel the shift, please," but had then changed the subject immediately. He had phoned Chris, but then chickened out of cancelling, and had arranged where and when they were to go. At last on the Thursday, Sue knew she had to confront her son. It was after their evening meal she sat him on a chair at the dining table. "Okay, Mark. There is something dodgy going on. There is something funny here -- the way you say "a late Shift", and the looks you give me when I say it. What's going on? You're not moving until you tell me." Over and over Mark said "I can't tell you." Over and over Sue kept asking. At last Mark screamed at her. "Okay, I'll tell you. Promise you won't go ballistic." Sue promised. "Do you know why they gave us this house?" Mark stared hard at his mother. "Yes," Sue replied, "because you did a long shift for them and did a great job for them. That's what they told me. And you told me." Mark shook his head. "Yes, it was late, and a long shift and I did all that, but that isn't why they gave us this house." Mark paused. "Can't you work it out? There was ten of them. I let them gangbang me. And I loved it." Sue was aghast. Stunned to silence. "Gangbang you?" "Yes. I sucked them all off. And they all took me, you know, up me. And then Chris and Tony made me kiss them and took me again next morning. That's what a late shift is." Sue's mouth seemed to be moving. "But I don't understand.................." "Course you understand." Having said it Mark was more certain of himself. "They are inviting you and me to do a late shift because there are twenty of them and some are gay and some are straight and they want to gangbang me again and I want them to, and they want to gangbang you." It was Sue's turn to be struck dumb. Nothing like that had crossed her mind. She had never even had that fantasy. Mark left the room, went to his own room after his outburst. Sue was left in the sitting room, her feelings and her mind spinning. They had done that to him. He had enjoyed it. And then the horror that they wanted to do it to her as well. And it felt like a compliment. And she hadn't had sex since her husband had abandoned her many years before. And she had enjoyed wearing a bikini on holiday with her sister. And that man had asked her to his room. And Mark was so innocent. And Mark wasn't gay -- she knew he had taken a couple of girls. And her sister. And she was tingling at the thought. And she knew it was all wrong. And suddenly her life was feeling exciting again. And she wondered what it would be like. And was terrified of the thought of an audience..................... Sues' mind whirled through the rest of the evening, and she slept badly. Again at Friday breakfast she and Mark were tip-toeing around each other, being totally superficial. Friday evening gave them no chance to chat again, with Mark's younger sister Kelly around the house. By this stage Sue had already said to herself no, it wasn't going to be practical -- she had to look after Kelly. It was Kelly who changed things. "Mum, is it okay if I go with Jenny and her family to their lodge on Saturday? I'll be back late Sunday evening for school on Monday." Kelly had often stayed with her friend and her family, and it was an early start on the Saturday morning. For Sue it was a real jolt. Her excuse had been taken away. She could work the shift. She would have to now -- she had no excuse not to. Anyway, she told herself, they wouldn't do anything with a mother and son, and she knew they were decent people who would respect her wishes. And she could leave when she wanted. She explained all this to Mark, saying with her there nothing would or could happen. At last Mark was convinced, sort of, that it would be okay and nothing would happen. On the Saturday afternoon he helped his mother dress appropriately -- black skirt, white blouse and one of his waistcoats and bow ties, as well as helping her pack an overnight bag. He also made her tie her long black hair back in a pony-tail. It was odd -- as he looked at his mother for the first time he thought she was pretty, even sexy -- you just don't think of your mother that way. However the uniform really made her look a hottie, emphasising her slimness and shapeliness at the same time. At that moment he wasn't surprised that they had asked her to work. The Taxi picked them up about 4.30pm. They drove for about half an hour into the countryside, then up a drive to a lodge. As they approached Mark thought "lodge" didn't do justice to the building -- it was timber, in trees, but it was huge and handsome -- easily accommodating 20 people for a conference and more................... The Taxi dropped them off, then disappeared, leaving Mark and Sue to ring the door bell. The next few hours was very business-like. Chris welcomed them, explained the programme for the evening as any employer would on this sort of occasion, and explained what they needed to do for the evening. Sue noticed there was no mention of "gangbang." He led them to kitchen and showed them the supplies that had been delivered. For the next few hours it was "business." They unpacked the food and prepared the buffet meal. They prepared drinks. They welcomed people -- there were about twenty men from their late twenties through to their early sixties, dressed "smart casual," as the dress code had suggested. They did eat. As Mark and Sue cleared up they caught a little of the business of the evening. It looked like the boards of two companies meeting to set up some contract. Chris's company seemed to be providing complete insurance cover for a chain of hotels. Both sides of the contract seemed to be strong businessmen, and a lot of discussion was being held, as Chris sold his insurance package to the hotel chain. Through all the discussions Mark and Sue spent a lot of time in the kitchen washing up, although every fifteen minutes or so going to the conference room and replenishing water, or other drinks. By about 10.00 Sue was understanding how hard Mark worked on these shifts, her feet aching. She was glad of the half hour break they seemed to have, as most of the men went out to the lakeside for a walk, or to "clear their minds." After their break the evening was much more social, with everyone being relaxed, having clinched the deal. Mark and Sue were busy again. This time they were handing around "nibbles," serving drinks, clearing the empty glasses, washing glasses when they had time. Sue was also watching Mark when she could, and at one stage noticed he was stood by Chris's chair, and it was obvious Chris was rubbing his ass. Mark served others, then he was stood by Tony, who she knew as Chris's partner, who also seemed to be groping her son. Sue was feeling nervous -- if anything was going to happen, then it was getting close.................. Chris clapped his hands for attention. He stood as if to give a speech, and the room quietened. Mark and Sue were told to stand by the door to the kitchen. "Gentlemen, I would like to propose a toast. To the future, and a long prosperous relationship between our two companies." The men gathered there echoed the toast, chinked glasses and drank. Chris continued. "Gentlemen, I know it has been a long formal evening, but I've chatted to your chief executive and his assistant -- to Brian and John here - about the best way to relax after the business." Chris paused. "So I've laid on some special treats for all of you. I'm told we have a mixture of preferences here this evening. So I've laid on a nice juicy young lad for those who prefer things that way. And of course, a real hot mamma -- his mother - for those who prefer that way." As he spoke he pointed to Mark and Sue in turn. "We'll take them through to the lounge, and you are welcome to take them as you want." Chris raised his glass. Then in a loud voice cried "Let's have a gangbang." The men all cheered and raised their glasses. "Come on mum," Mark spoke urgently to his mother, who was shocked because until this moment she hadn't really believed it. Hadn't really believed it was going to happen to her. The announcement had put the reality at the front of her mind. It was going to happen to her. Now. Mark grabbed his mother by the hand and led her through to a lounge, with soft carpet, and seats around the edge. The men shuffled into the lounge with them. Sue saw Mark pulled away from her, saw a man put his arms around him and kiss him hard on the lips. It was the last time for many minutes that Sue was aware of her son. She suddenly felt a man wrap his arms around her, and kiss her on the lips. She involuntarily responded before she knew what she was doing. She felt another pair of arms around her, cupping her breasts. She tried to struggle, but there were now several hands on her. Hands caressing her ass, lifting her skirt. She knew she should struggle, but couldn't. She felt her panties pulled down her legs, she felt hands moving between her legs, parting the cheeks of her ass, tickling her asshole. She felt her top pulled off, her bra removed. Someone was sucking on one of her nipples. She moaned as a finger pushed past the lips of her pussy, deep inside of her. She knew she was wet, sopping wet as the men overwhelmed her. Sue felt herself being pulled gently to the floor, felt the hands continue to caress, the fingers continue to probe into her. Suddenly one of the men was on top of her: she felt his cock resting on her pussy. Sue panicked for a moment, then felt the man move, then felt his cock plunge deep into her pussy. It felt so good. Her body felt so good and responded to the invasion of her by gripping and squeezing the cock hard. The cock was sliding in and out of her, her body loving it. Her pussy was pulsing on the cock as it sped up, faster and faster, pounding her pussy harder than she ever remembered. It felt so good. Her hips were thrusting up to receive it, she was moaning in pleasure. Just as the man plunged hard into her, she was coming, her body shaking, milking, convulsing in orgasm. The man was pumping deep into her as she wrapped herself around him, experiencing an orgasm like she had never had before. At last she came down from her high, and felt the man roll off her. She thought that was it, but he was quickly replaced by another man, plunging his cock deep inside her. This time as she felt him slide his cock in and out of her some fingers wrapped in her hair and turned her head to the side. As she did she saw almost next to her a slim man, naked on hands and knees, moaning in pleasure with someone kneeling behind him, obviously pounding into him. It could only be Mark................ Her view was quickly blocked. She felt a cock pushed to her lips. She heard a voice say to her -- open your mouth, babe. Suck my cock. Without thinking she did, and tasted the pre-cum on her tongue. She began to suck, caressing the cock with her tongue. She hadn't thought -- she had never swallowed........ Suddenly she felt the two men pounding into her, one in her pussy, one in her mouth. She felt the one in her mouth, sliding in and out quicker and quicker. She knew he wouldn't release her, knew she had to swallow. Suddenly cum was spurting into her throat. She could taste it. She did swallow. She didn't know if she liked it, but she felt weirdly proud that she did it. The cock at last was removed from her mouth, while the man pounded harder and harder into her pussy. Suddenly he grunted -- he was pumping into her, spurting his cum deep into her. After the man had stopped cumming, he let his cock fall out of her pussy. She couldn't make out what he was doing. He had his legs either side of her now, was crawling up her body. Suddenly he grasped his cock and pushed it to her mouth. She heard him order her. "Lick me clean, babe." Sue was aware of what he meant. The cock covered with cum and with her juices -- he wanted her to lick it, suck it, suck the juices off it. Again Sue hesitated, then put out her tongue, tasted his cock. Began to lick it clean. It tasted funny, but not unpleasant. Quickly for Sue two more men took her mouth and her pussy, this time giving her another orgasm. She could also make out next to her that the men were also enjoying the young man -- Mark, although wasn't aware that two of them had taken her, then taken him after, one taking his ass, the other making him suck his mother's juices from the man's cock. After Sue had come down from her second orgasm, she felt another man on top of her. She felt another cock in her pussy. Somehow she was enjoying it, almost proud of what she was doing. Pleased they all wanted her. But this time the man put his arms tightly around her, felt him roll over, taking her with him, so that he was on his back, she on top of him. But once she was on top he didn't let her go. She felt other hands resting on her ass, fingers tickling her asshole as the cock remained in her pussy. Suddenly she felt something cold put on her asshole -- some sort of liquid or something. She heard a man giggle affectionately as she twitched her asshole against the cold. She heard the man's voice: "look, it's winking at me, inviting me in." Sue suddenly tensed -- she had just come aware of what was going to happen. She felt the cock against her asshole. She felt the man push hard, until her ring gave way and he was inside her. It was so tight, it hurt so much. The man under her whispered softly to her. "Just relax, babe. Let him in." Sue did relax, slowly, and as she did she felt the cock invade her ass even more. It was so tight -- one in her ass, one in her pussy, feeling the two squeezing the membrane in between. At last the cock seemed as far into her ass as it would go. She felt the two men slowly begin to slide in and out of her. It felt............. She couldn't find the word. It felt amazing. The edge between pain and arousal and stretched and abused -- it all sent electric shocks through her body. The two cocks began to slide more quickly, and it was just natural to open her mouth to the cock that was pushed to her lips. Suddenly there were three of them fucking each of her holes. Sue felt her body responding to them as they fucked her faster and faster, harder and harder, until at last they began to cum in turn -- the one in her ass first, then the one in her pussy, then the one in her mouth. Sue didn't know when her third orgasm started, it just seemed to embrace the three men. Over perhaps the next hour Sue was taken again and again. Two other men came in her ass. She lost count of the number in her pussy and in her mouth. At last she lay on her back, exhausted, sore, satisfied, proud of what she had just done. She looked over to her side to see Mark also lying on the carpet, exhausted by the evening. For Mark it had been very much what he had experienced before. Men had taken him at will. There were a couple of times when he had cocks in his mouth and they tasted different -- in the end he guessed they had just been in his mother, and he was licking them clean. For Mark the one difference was -- they had not allowed him to cum, his cock was rock hard. Chris whispered in Mark's ear. "Okay, honey, you can lick her pussy clean, then fuck her if you want." For Mark he felt he had gone much further than the kinky thing he had been asked to do now. At the same time all inhibition seemed to have been taken out of him. He rolled over towards his mother, pushed her legs apart, burying his face in her pussy and began to lick, and plunge his tongue into her cum-filled pussy. Sue in her mix of exhaustion of sensitivity wasn't aware in was Mark. She was enjoying the caressing of the tongue in her pussy. At last Chris whispered to him: "Honey -- fuck her. Talk crude to her." For Mark there was no hesitation. He rolled on top of his mother, slid his cock into her wet pussy and rested there for the moment. A Late Shift Ch. 02 For Sue she just thought it was another of the men, before she heard the voice speak to her. "Mum, I'm going to fill you. Mum, I'm going to fuck you. Slide my cock in and out of your pussy. Mum, I'm going to fill your cunt." Sue, in her semi-consciousness suddenly heard the words. Jerked her eyes open. Struggled. "Mark. You can't. Mark I'm your mother. Mark, please, no......................." As she spoke Mark slid his cock a little way out of his mother and thrust back into her, leaving her voice trailing away in arousal, in surrender. "Mum, what do you want me to do to you?" Mark asked the question insistently a couple of times, sliding his cock gently in and out of his mother as he did so. For Sue, she had no resistance. This was just so perverted that she wanted it, as she had enjoyed all the perverted things they had done to her over the last hour or so. And she didn't care if they had an audience. "Please, honey, take me." Mark stopped sliding in and out for a moment, crooked his head to his mother. She knew what he meant. "Please Mark, fuck me. Fuck your mother. Slide your cock in and out of your mother's cunt, fill my cunt with your spunk.................." Sue was getting louder and louder as Mark began to pound his cock in and out of her pussy. At last they screamed, both in orgasm, as he seemed to pump gallons of cum deep into his mother. As they came down, they both heard the round of applause and cheering from the 20 men who had been watching them. Sue felt pleased, if exhausted. Mark felt guilty -- his mother, he shouldn't have done it. Both lay on the carpet naked, too tired and sore to move. They watched as the men melted away, leaving just Chris and Tony, with a couple of others that they didn't know the name of -- probably from the hotel chain. Finally the two men -- my now Mark and Sue's heads had cleared and they knew it was Brian and John, chief and assistant chief executive from the hotel chain - took Sue with them, helped her shower and put her in bed, in between the two of them. Chris and Tony helped Mark shower and took him to bed with them. They were all too exhausted for more and it was the early hours. In seconds all were asleep.................... It was Mark who woke first the next morning, and quietly got out of bed, trying not to disturb Tony and Chris. He went to the bathroom, and wondered how his mother was, how she was feeling after the evening before. For Mark, he felt guilty at what he had done to her, but tried to convince himself he was just caught up in the heat of the moment. Mark went to the kitchen. He remembered the evening before, and the instructions he had been given when they had arrived. He and his mother had to tidy up after the party and get breakfast. Mark found his trousers and shirt from the night before and put them on, along with a pair of boxers from his overnight bag still in the hall of the lodge. Mark put on the coffee maker, then started the process of collecting up the dirty dishes. He had collected most of them when he made his coffee. Mark was irritated -- typical of these places -- no dish washer. He started the process of washing and drying dishes, then stacking them in the cupboards. Between taking sips of his coffee he washed and dried. It took him half an hour to wash all the "easies" -- the plates, cups, glasses, cutlery. He looked at the clock -- 9.15am. They had washed many of the serving dishes the night before during the late shift, but there were several left. Mark started on the bigger pots. Another twenty minutes of washing and drying. By the end of that part of the work, he was feeling a bit irritated that his mother hadn't appeared to help him. One last job before getting a brunch together -- check around the lodge to see if anything had been put in the wrong place. Perhaps glasses left in a bathroom, or plates on the outside decking. He found a few outside and washed them. He searched the lounge and the meeting rooms and found a few more. He headed for the far bathroom, past the bedrooms, to check there. He glanced in the door of the bedroom where he had slept, hearing sounds. It was clear Chris and Tony were awake -- you don't lie in a 69 with each other's cocks in your mouth if you are not wide awake! Mark smiled wryly- it's obvious they don't need him this morning. Mark moved past the next bedroom, where his mother was sleeping with the guys from the hotel chain. He heard sounds from behind the door. To tell the truth, he heard his mother's voice moaning, and as he stood there for a moment, cry out, screaming "yes, yes, yes............." Mark knew what she was doing. Didn't need him this morning. Mark checked the bathroom, then returned to the kitchen to finish clearing up from the night before. The sounds coming from the bedroom suggested people were getting out of bed, getting going. Mark pulled together a brunch-- cold meats, bread, cheeses, fruit and cerials, setting up a sort of breakfast buffet. Within ten minutes the others had appeared dressed in dressing gowns. His mother had hugged him, kissed him, but then sat down with the others after helping herself to breakfast, after Chris had invited her to join them. Mark was irritated. She was supposed to be working, but he was doing everything. Just because she had been taken by a couple of guys already today. Mark's mood didn't lighten as they asked him for coffee. Toast. Boiled eggs. More milk. After he was expected to clear dishes, wash dishes. After they had eaten, the five went outside on the deck, with Mark serving more coffee. Mark's mood became even worse when his mother flounced into the kitchen and said Chris wanted him to put a picnic together for the five of them as they were going out on the launch on the lake for an outing, to make sure he put some drinks in the coolbag. It was made even worse as his mother said that while they were gone, which would probably be a few hours, that he would need to mop the floors, clean and tidy the bedrooms, wash the bedding. Mark groaned -- it would take hours to do all those chores. While they were out relaxing. And he was still sore in his ass. His mother said he would have to start straightaway or he would never get it done. And it was getting blisteringly hot. And he realised he had eaten no breakfast himself. Mark snatched something to eat then grudgingly began all the domestic chores he had been given. It was hard work. And it was hot. And he drank gallons of water. It was mid afternoon before he felt he was completing the work, ironing table cloths and bedding. Just as he felt he was finishing Mark heard voices coming along the path from the lake -- the four men and his mother returning from their boat trip on the lake. Chris went straight to the kitchen. "Hi Mark. We've had a great time. Think your mother has really enjoyed herself. She certainly helped us have a good time," conveying a lot of meaning with an outrageous wink. "Can you get us some cold drinks, and maybe something to eat? You might want to clean out this picnic bag we've used." Mark was confused. He had been working all day. Hard. He had been used yesterday. His mother was supposed to be working as well, but she was being treated as an honoured guest. And she had already got her dream home. Part of him said his mother deserved to be treated like this, but felt he didn't deserve to be getting the treatment he was getting. Not just abused, but used as a skivvy. Perhaps they were testing him in some way. Mark said a simple "Yes, Sir," took the picnic bag and started to prepare snacks which he served before returning to the kitchen to empty the picnic bag and begin another phase of washing dishes. Mark was summoned to clean up after the snacks, to wash those dishes, then watched as the two men -- Brian and John -- took his mother by her hands and pulled her to her feet. "One last time, today, honey." Probably said for his benefit. Mark was ordered by Chris to "stand by." He watched as Brian stood in front of his mother kissing her gently. He guessed they were all too tired for anything wild. He watched as John stood tight behind her, putting his arms around her and grasping her breasts. As he fondled, squeezed, pinched nipples through her thin sun dress. He watched as John undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor with his underpants and pushed his already stiff cock between the cheeks of Sue's ass, sliding gently up and down. He watched as Brian let her go, and pulled her dress over her head, then reached around and undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. He watched as Brian pulled his mother's panties to the floor. He watched as Brian and John quickly stripped. He watched as Brian and John led her to a sofa, Brian pulling her on top of him. As his cock slid instantly into Mark's mother. He gasped as John knelt between Brian and Sue's legs. He was pushing his cock into her pussy as well. At first it was tight, but in seconds he was in her. He listened to his mother moaning that mixture of pain and pleasure at two cocks in her pussy at the same time. Mark watched as the two men began to slide in and out of her, one pushing in as the other pulled out. He watched as his mother began to squirm, as the two men slid faster and faster, fucking his mother in tandem. He both saw and heard the grunting, moaning, screaming of all three as they were overwhelmed in orgasm. He felt his cock so hard as he had never seen anything as hot as his mother fucked simultaneously by the two men. He heard the voice, Chris's voice, command him: "You must go and finish your chores in the kitchen before the taxi arrives -- your mother needs to rest a few minutes......................." It was about 6.00pm when Mark had finished all the chores that seemed to come his way. Mark was summoned yet again to the lounge. Clearly the two men had finished with his mother who was sat in an easy chair in her sun dress glowing with all the sexual activity she had experienced over the past 24 hours. Chris stood, said "Thankyou Mark, you've been really helpful today. Hope you don't mind but I know how much your mother needs it, so have given her your wages for the last 24 hours for her own enjoyment. We'll be in touch soon, but your taxi's outside." With that Mark found himself whirled out of the lodge, into a taxi, the taxi leaving with him and his mother. As soon as they were on their way Sue gave Mark a peck on the cheek. "Thanks Mark, Chris told me you wanted me to have your money for the work you've done this weekend. That was really kind of you. I'll be able to buy myself some nice clothes with it, and maybe have more fun like I've had this weekend." There was pause. Mark knew he had been stitched up. He hadn't said anything, but if he complained to his mother now he would be seen as mean spirited, and ruining her joy. And yet he had come out of the weekend with nothing except a sore ass, aching feet, tired arms, weak legs, a stiff cock that no-one would allow him to deal with, no pay, and he had flogged through double the work while his mother did nothing. The taxi journey home was completed in silence -- the two unwilling to say anything in front of the taxi driver, both tires, Mark angry at the way he had been treated on the Sunday. As soon as he got home he slammed the door and went to his room and fell on his bed. In minutes, while still early, he was fast asleep. Sue smiled. She too was tired, exhausted, but needed to wait for Kelly. Her mind whirled over and over through the events of the weekend. Gangbanged. Twice more in the morning. Four times on the boat. Three more before she left. And her son -- she would have to talk to Mark about that to make it right. She remembered -- he had been so good. How many is too many for a woman..............................? Sue smiled as well -- Mark put through the ringer, treated really badly on the Sunday -- all preparing him for something special................ A Late Shift Mark tried to convince himself that they had taken him. He hadn't been part of it............. It was at that moment the door of the bedroom opened. Chris and Tony came in. "Ah, so we're awake now?" It was Tony who asked, smiling. At Mark's puzzled look he spoke again. "We've just been for breakfast. Left you here asleep." Chris continued. "We have to be out of the room by 10.00, so we decided an hour was enough for the rest of our, um, celebration, then we'll leave you in a cafe for your breakfast and be on our way back home." Mark sat on the bed, under the bed covers, trying to hide himself. "Celebration............?" "Did you enjoy our celebration yesterday evening?" Chris was speaking again, but gave Mark no time to answer. "We did. We all thought you were fantastic. A real hot boy. And so accommodating.................." As he said this, He sat on the side of the bed next to Mark. Mark gasped out. "You all took me, yesterday. You just took me..............." Chris smiled. "No, I think we just accepted what you wanted to give. That's why we have an hour. To show you...." With that Chris leaned slowly towards Mark, his mouth closing in on Mark's, closer and closer. Mark didn't move. Couldn't move. Even when Chris's lips touched his he didn't move. Even When Chris pushed him backwards onto the bed he didn't resist. Even when Chris put his arms around him he didn't resist. Even when Chris put his tongue in Mark's mouth he didn't resist. And when Chris started playing with Mark's tongue with his, Mark's body involuntarily responded, his tongue involuntarily responded. Or at least that is what Mark told himself. Chris's tongue played in Mark's mouth tenderly, his hand pushing away the bedclothes leaving Mark naked next to Chris. Chris gently released his kiss, and Mark knew he wasn't next to Chris. He was between Chris and Tony, naked. Mark's mind only had a moment to work it all out until he felt Tony's mouth clasping onto his, tenderly kissing him. Again Tony had his tongue in Mark's mouth as Mark felt the bed moving a little as Chris moved. The next time Tony released the kiss, Mark felt Chris's mouth against his, but realised that Chris had quickly undressed, and was naked with him. Mark felt Chris slowly running his hands over his chest, caressing his nipples, pinching them gently. He felt Chris's hands running over his back, and only then realised he had put his arms around Chris's neck to hold him close, to stop the kiss being broken. He felt Chris's hands running down his back, gently holding his ass, squeezing, caressing. Chris whispered to him: "let's lie on our sides, wrap your legs around me." Mark turned on his side facing Chris, let Chris lie on one of his legs, wrapped his other leg over him, linked his heels together. As he did he felt Chris pull him close to him, kiss him hard on the lips, and the electric moment -- felt his cock pulled against Chris's. It felt so good. It felt better than anything he had ever experienced. Chris gently rubbing his cock against his, as he was kissed hard, passionately by another man. The two hard cocks were like electric against each other, the pre-cum lubricating them sliding against each other. Mark barely felt the bed move, but then knew that Tony was behind him, holding both of them, resting his cock along the crack of Mark's ass, rubbing it gently against him. It was obvious Tony had lubricated his cock with something, so when he arched his back like an expert, then thrust upwards, his cock slipped straight into Mark's painful ass. Yet it was just what Mark wanted. For the next few minutes it was an amazing mixture of sensations for Mark. Chris would speed up rubbing his cock against Mark's whilst continually kissing him. Tony was sliding his cock in and out of Mark's ass slowly, whilst whispering gently in his ear, whispering things like "what a sweet boy," then "what a fabulous fuck you are," then "your man-pussy is so good for my cock," as well as other obscenities. Mark felt so good -- being kissed passionately, his cock rubbing on another cock, being fucked in the ass, and hearing the obscenities whispered in his ears which he took as real compliments. He loved the obscene compliments. As much as Chris controlled the movement of Mark's cock, Mark had to break the kiss to moan in the arousal, arousal he had never felt before. Chris kept rubbing his cock on Mark's, Tony kept moving in his ass, until Mark was begging to cum, to be fucked: it was so arousing, and he knew the other two men weren't far off either. Suddenly there was only instinct, all three swallowed up in the moment. Mark felt his ass being pounded, and he wanted it. He felt his cock being owned, and he wanted it. Suddenly he heard Tony cry out, stiffen, felt he was pumping his cum deep into Mark's ass. It was too much for Mark. He screamed out and was pumping cum all over Chris's stomach and cock, oblivious to Chris pumping his own cum, cumming at the same moment. All three seemed to last forever, but perhaps only a few seconds. Then all three lying relaxed together. He felt Tony's cock shrink out of his ass. He felt Chris relaxing in his arms. Mark looked at Chris and whispered "can I lick you clean?" Chris smiled and rolled onto his back. Mark began to lick cum off his stomach, off his cock. He knew now. He hadn't been taken, he had given everything. And there was nothing he didn't want to give, despite even the aching pain in his ass. They were disturbed by a knock on the room door. A voice crying out "Please --we will be coming back in fifteen minutes to clean the room." All three laughed, leapt out of bed, showered very quickly and were dressed when the cleaner's key turned in the lock, telling the cleaner they were just about to check out. It happened quickly, Mark was dropped off at a cafe near his home. Tony said: "We will be back in a week or so, your agency told us where you live." Before Mark could even say "what about mum................." they were gone. Two weeks later two men were climbing the stairs to the fourth floor apartment -- they would have used the lift but it was broken. It wasn't a pleasant experience, with the smell of urine and the broken bottles in the stairwell. They walked along a corridor and knocked on the door of the apartment they were visiting. Mark himself opened the door, and on Chris's order, led them into the sitting room where his mother and sister were watching television. Mark had almost moved on from the weekend at the hotel, so the sight of Chris and Tony had been a real shock to him, arriving at his apartment at that moment. Mark introduced them as the people he had worked for on the weekend, and his mother hurriedly turned off the television, and offered coffees. Mark was praying hard that they wouldn't say anything about his late shift. The two men looked around the sitting room and saw that the family was poor, but had pride in where they lived. It was Chris who started to speak. Said how hard Mark had worked and how they were impressed by what he did for them. He said how they had spoken to the agency and had heard their story, confirming and adding to what Mark had told them. They were particularly impressed by how Mark had saved up to buy his mother the holiday which she would otherwise never have. They had heard how they lived on a small apartment in the rough end of town. "It's like this," Chris continued. "It has touched us immensely. We run an insurance company and we've recently had to re-possess a house, this house." He handed Mark's mother a photograph of a small house with a garden around it. Chris continued. "So we've decided. We are giving the house to you. No money. We just hope Mark will work with us regularly." There was complete silence. Mark's mother fell to her knees in thanks. Mark replied first. "Yes, I'd love to work with you again................." It was a month before the family moved into their new home.