2 comments/ 177817 views/ 37 favorites Surprised and Used By: Ryter One warm Saturday morning in June I decided on a shopping trip to Birmingham, a drive of around 60 miles. The journey, which I had made many times before, was pleasant and uneventful in the sunshine. On arrival I parked my car in the open-air public car park, threw my jacket into the boot and walked towards the road leading up to the shopping centre. At the exit to the street was a rather grubby public toilet and, thinking it may be a while before I saw another one, decided to enter and take a leak even though I didn't feel any great need. As I walked inside an old man in a heavy overcoat and hat walked towards me and asked if I could help him. I said, "Sure, what's the problem?" He explained that his hands were arthritic and it was rather embarrassing but, having used the toilet, could not zip up his trousers again, and wondered if I could do him a big favour by doing this for him. I was a little taken aback but could see his predicament, so agreed. He suggested that we steep into one of the cubicles to avoid a scandal if anyone else came into the toilet. This seemed sensible, so he stepped inside a cubicle and I followed behind, pulling the bolt across to lock the door behind us and ensure privacy. He thanked me for my help and I knelt down to fasten the zip in his trousers, though feeling a little uneasy for a moment or two about finding myself in, what would appear to many, a compromising position. I quickly dismissed this unease and set to work locating the zip fastener. Yes, that was easy and I'd soon be out of here having done my good deed for the day. Unfortunately it wasn't as easy as I anticipated; the zip was stuck. As I leaned closer I caught sight of the old man's shaven, veiny cock through the 'porthole'. He had a hard-on that suddenly sprang through his fly, into the open. I was transfixed, open-mouthed for a moment or two...when his cock entered my mouth. I'd never taken a guy's cock into my mouth before and was momentarily shocked by what had happened. In that moment I felt two strong hands on the back of my head forcing me closer. The closer I got, the deeper the old man's salty cock was pushed into my mouth and I started to gag. I tried to struggle free but he was surprisingly strong and held my head tightly to his crotch. He spoke in a harder voice than previously and said, "you're not going anywhere, so relax son and you may enjoy this as much as I'm going to". Absurdly I thought to myself that 'son' is term mostly used when addressing young boys. I was hardly that in my late thirties! As the old man had such a good hold on me I didn't feel that I had any option but to try to do as he said. He started to thrust his groin steadily back and forth, which allowed me a moment's breath before each thrust caused me to gag again. Thoughts were racing through my mind as to how gullible I'd been to end up giving oral sex to a dirty old man and then I started to recall the fantasies about gay sex that I'd sometimes had when masturbating. Here I was though, and this was no fantasy. I really was having my mouth fucked for the first time. At this point I felt a twitching in my groin and the first moments of a growing erection as I started to relax a little. I was starting to enjoy this and began to move my head to meet the old man's thrusts. I decided to give him a good time and so sucked for all I was worth and to use my tongue to stimulate the tip of his cock. The old man was breathing heavily and muttering "yes, yes, take it, suck me hard." He relaxed his grip on my head but I was by now hard at it and there was no stopping, though I noticed a faint light off to one side in the periphery of my vision. After what seemed an age but was probably no more than five minutes, the old man gave a final thrust and I felt the spurts of his salty come hit the back of my throat, as he said "take it all, swallow it down boy." My head was spinning but I became conscious that he'd let go of my head and was pulling my T-shirt up over my head. It was coming right off and, as it did, I felt the snap of something metallic on one of my wrists. Before I had time to realise what was happening there was a similar snap on the other one too and I found myself handcuffed. Bloody hell this was getting worse and I was now incapable of extricating myself. The old man gave a cold laugh and said, "you enjoyed that didn't you, you little cock whore?" I tried to say in as authoritative a voice as I could muster "I certainly did not and release me immediately." He simply smiled and said, "it's no good lying about it, I can see from the bulge in your trousers what the truth is." Damn, he was right. I was fully hard now and it was very obvious when he ran his hand over the outline of my cock and balls. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me roughly, his tongue snaking into my mouth and 'wrestling' with mine. I noticed he was not as old as I had first thought, maybe around 60 or so, with a wiry, slightly muscled build. Then his hands reached for my trouser button and zip, undoing them with well-practiced ease. When fully undone, he pulled my trousers to my ankles and then reached down and removed my shoes. I wasn't wearing socks as it was a warm day, and found the concrete was pleasantly cool beneath my feet. Next, he roughly pulled at my hipster briefs and my erect cock sprang out for him to see and touch. I felt strangely excited as if taking some kind of guilty pleasure, though I tried not to let him see this. He touched me, pulling back my foreskin and then jerking me a few times. I was in heaven and closed my eyes. He spoke again, "I know that you're enjoying this; otherwise you wouldn't have such a handsome hard-on. I'm not going to remove the handcuffs yet but I want to see you use both hands to wank yourself to orgasm. When you come, you are to catch the spunk in your hands and lick it up, but must not swallow." I was completely naked in front of a stranger, feeling really very sexy by this point and needed no second bidding. I started with a few slow strokes of my length and fell into a steady rhythm that I knew would push me past the point of no return quite soon. He watched me and, sensing when I was about to come, said, "Your hands, wank the spunk into your hands". I could not hold back further and gave a low groan as I splattered great gobs of spunk into my palms. He took over at this point, squeezing my prick, making sure that all of my come was drained. "OK, now lick it up, but don't swallow it," he commanded. I'd often thought of tasting my own spunk but had always chickened out immediately that I'd shot my load onto my belly. This time he held my head, nipped my ear painfully between the finger and thumb of one hand and slapped my arse very hard when I hesitated. I dutifully held up my hands to my face and licked at the spunk. Surprisingly, it didn't taste at all unpleasant and I felt a sense of relief as I gobbled it up. I made sure not to swallow and wondered what he had planned next as more of the come entered my mouth. I didn't have long to wait until; again, he kissed me forcefully and gave my tongue a good workout. He took me by surprise again when, with his tongue, he gathered up some of the spunk from my mouth and then dribbled it onto the fingers of his right hand. He then went back to kissing me again but running his left hand down my back to my arse cheeks, which he deftly parted before bringing his right hand round me and ramming a lubricated finger up my rectum. I gave out a shout of pain, but too late. His fingers were doing their work and wriggling around, first one, then another, and a third; all the time loosening and widening my sphincter. I think by this point I suspected what was to come next. His cock was hard again and jabbing into my belly as he held me tight whilst his fingers did their work. I felt a cold sweat and a shiver of fear with the realisation he was preparing to violate my virgin arse. I was roughly pushed onto my knees and found myself perched over the toilet bowl. He raised my arms in front of me and fastened my already handcuffed wrists to a water pipe by means of a second pair of handcuffs. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I'd read of the pain of anal sex and was praying for him not to tear my arse apart. Seconds went by and I was conscious of him rifling through my trouser pockets behind me and a metallic click as he opened my mobile phone, which I assumed he was going to relieve me of for my trouble. How wrong I was, though I didn't understand at the time. When I suggested that he could take the mobile if he would just release me, he just laughed coldly, thanked me for my generous offer but said that I would still need it. I still didn't understand. There followed a few electrical bleeps, as if from another mobile and then he restored the phone to my trouser pocket. "Right, you must be ready for me now," I heard as he sank to his knees caressing me from behind, while reaching round and twisting my erect nipples painfully. I could feel his cock against the cheeks of my arse, then his hands parting my cheeks and his fingers going to work on me once more. My muscles tensed and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. "Relax son, or you'll find this unnecessarily painful". I tried to do as ordered and then felt the head of his prick at the opening, with steady pressure being applied until my anal ring started to give way. I felt a surge of pain and gave out an anguished cry. He said I should be quiet or he would gag me too. His prick forced its way inside my anal sac until it was up to the hilt and I could feel a burning pain. At this point I heard footsteps as someone entered the toilet to take a piss. I was about to call out for help when my briefs were stuffed roughly into my mouth to prevent this. The old man's hand was clamped on top to keep me silent. After a minute or so the footsteps were heard again but this time receding as my potential rescuer made his exit, unaware that I was being fucked in one of the stalls. The old man started to rock back and forth, pushing his cock deep into my arse before withdrawing slowly and repeating the motion. He was working up a head of steam as I peered down into the toilet bowl and smelled the stagnant piss inches below, hoping this would soon be over and I would be released, my bi-curiosity well and truly sated. He had endless stamina to fuck me; a dull ache growing, then ebbing with each stroke administered by his prick. He was gaining extra leverage by taking a firm grip of my hips and, I have to concede, I was now pushing back to meet to his thrusts as, even though I may have tried to deny it, I was secretly deriving a strange masochistic pleasure from this abuse. If I needed any proof, my cock was again erect and tingling! After a long hard fuck the old man's thrusts became more urgent and very soon he was splattering my anal sac with his gooey slime. His grip loosened and, breathlessly as he withdrew, said, "That was marvellous, thanks for your co-operation". I too was quite breathless and at last I was able to raise my face from the toilet bowl, though I still was unable to speak due the briefs still stuffed into my mouth. I was aware of the old man getting to his feet behind me. He leant round and wiped his slimy cock across my face and lips before replacing his it in his trousers and, ironically in the circumstances, zipping up without hesitation. I was panicking that he would leave me in the cubicle naked, still fastened by the handcuffs to the water pipe, and with the door open for anyone to see inside. I struggled with the handcuffs but to no avail and he slapped my arse hard again. At last he spoke again. "Listen carefully. I'm leaving now. Do not try to follow me. I'll be in touch. Expect a text in the next couple of weeks and make sure you do as instructed or I will have no hesitation in forwarding photographs of you sucking my cock to everyone in your mobile's phonebook." I shuddered in horror as I recalled the dim light I had half-noticed whilst enthusiastically blowing him earlier and realised that he had filmed me and downloaded my phonebook to a personal organizer or some such. In consequence he now had all the evidence and information he would need to destroy my reputation and humiliate me beyond belief to friends, family and employers. I knew in that moment that I would do as he demanded. Without further ado, he turned, undid the bolt locking the door, pulled the briefs from my mouth, stuffing them into his pocket and said "until next time, my friend," placed two keys into my hand and left. I struggled for a minute or so to undo the two sets of cuffs and then turned quickly to re-lock the door, so no one entering the toilet would see me. By this time the old man was long gone and there was little prospect of catching up with him. My arse felt like it was on fire and I sat dazed and still naked on the toilet turning events over in my mind. I had an erection and felt randy as hell, so slowly wanked myself again while his cum seeped from my arse until I shot cum onto my belly and thigh. To my surprise, without thinking, I then scooped up as much cum as I was able and slurped it hungrily from my fingers into my mouth. I recall thinking to myself "well you've overcome your spunk eating phobia at last." After that I slowly recovered, cleaned myself up and dressed, minus the missing briefs, checked my pockets to see whether the old man had stolen anything from them, then let myself out of the cubicle and walked in a daze back to my car. All thoughts of shopping were gone from my mind and I drove home mentally replaying the day's events as I did so. The following day and each day since the fateful day I have been tormented by thoughts about what to do if I receive a text from the old man. I'm still wondering but know, as he must too, that I am in his hands and will do almost anything to avoid exposure as a cock-sucking whore. Surprised and Used Again Just when I thought that nothing would happen, on the thirteenth day after my trip to Birmingham, a text arrived at around 8.30 pm saying "Hope to see you at 6.30 pm tomorrow at the same place or will contact as previously notified." This was a veiled threat that to anyone else would have appeared innocuous. A further message arrived shortly after saying "Just in case you are having second thoughts, here is a sample photograph." The photograph clearly showed my face and a prick causing a bulge in one of my cheeks. With a sinking heart and my mind in a whirl I spent the rest of the evening wondering if I dare ignore the message. The truth was that I could not risk being exposed like this. There was something else too; secretly, I felt a quiver of excitement that ended in my groin. This gave me just one day's notice, so I was thankful in one respect; that I didn't have too long to dwell on the matter. I felt alternately tense, then excited, and spent a fidgety night without much sleep, until I gave in to pleasure and had a long slow wank with a crashing orgasm finale, cum soaking my belly and chest. I cleaned myself. Then I slept. I kept myself fairly busy the following day until around 4.30 pm when I started to get ready for the journey. I showered, shaved ad dressed in T-shirt, tracksuit bottom and slip-on shoes before filling my car with petrol and driving the sixty-mile journey carefully. As I drove my mind worked overtime with thoughts of what the evening had in store. I timed my arrival to be spot-on, as I didn't want to be waiting around anxiously for the old man's arrival. The car park seemed pretty quiet as most shops had closed and the shoppers had gone home. I parked a little way from the public toilet so that no one would see which car I had arrived in, locked the doors and hid the key behind one of the wheels. I didn't want to carry anything with me that could further identify me. As I approached the appointed spot on foot I saw the old man waiting outside. He held a mobile phone in his hand with a finger poised on one of the buttons; to forward messages to all and sundry with the incriminating photograph of me sucking enthusiastically at his cock. When I was a few feet away he smiled and spoke "I'm delighted you were able to join me. Go into the second cubicle, strip naked before putting these cuffs on your wrists behind your back and then face the toilet. And wait." I took the handcuffs from him and said "I won't cause you any trouble, just please don't send the message." I entered the scene of my humiliation, stepped into the second cubicle and took off my few clothes, put on the cuffs and waited. The evening was starting to cool and I felt a shiver, causing my nipples to stand erect. In no time I also involuntarily had a very hard cock. After a minute or so I heard a car pull-up close to the toilets. With the sound of the engine running outside, the old man entered the cubicle and said "That's very good" before slapping my arse really very hard. The slap stung but only hardened my erection. The old man picked up my briefs and, like last time, stuffed them into my mouth before running a length of adhesive tape round my head to ensure my silence. Next he applied some sort of lubricant to my arse, fingered it and then said "I'm going to insert a butt plug now for your own benefit. Relax and enjoy it. It has a remote vibrator that I'll set to throb at intervals." He kicked my legs apart, pressed the tip of the butt plug to my sphincter and slowly applied pressure whilst turning it. It was not long until it was almost completely inside me. Then with a "plop" it sank up to the hilt and my arse gripped it tightly. He then walked back to the toilet entrance before returning and, to my alarm, pulled me roughly outside. There was no one around to see my nakedness fortunately. That was such a relief, but the boot lid of the large saloon car was open and I was forced inside. The lid closed, shutting out all light and the car set off. He must have driven around for about 45 minutes, though it was difficult to keep track of time in such circumstances. I felt nauseous from the journey, though the intermittent throb of the butt plug held my attention for much of the time and served as a welcome distraction from my uncomfortable surroundings. Eventually, the car slowed to a halt and I heard the old man get out, followed by the sound of heavy gates opening. He then returned and drove through, and I heard the gates shutting behind. The sound he made when walking around the car had a kind of echo quality to it, as though we were now indoors. The boot lid opened, blinding me with light from above. A blindfold was put over my eyes before I was dragged out of the car boot and told to "Stand still while I look you over." The floor was concrete and damp. I felt the old man's hands touch my arse, checking the butt plug was still in place, before running them up my back and round to my chest. He twisted first one erect nipple and then the other quite painfully, though it was bearable and I felt a hint of pleasure. He then ran them down my belly, grasped my prick, wanking it back and forth a few times. It felt wonderful but I didn't say anything. Finally he cupped my balls in one hand and said, "These feel quite full. We'll have to do something about that. I hope too that you have an appetite." I was then pulled along to some steps and made to fumble my way down, probably two levels, and then into another room. My still handcuffed arms were pulled above me and I was again chained to an overhead pipe before the mask was removed and I could see that I was in a dimly lit room about twelve feet square. There was no furniture and the walls were just of breezeblock construction. The old man said, "I'm going to remove the gag as no one can hear you. Shout if you wish, but you will be punished. I have to make a few preparations and then we can start." I received another resounding slap to my arse, which felt like it was aglow. With that he was gone for about twenty minutes, locking the heavy door behind him. The butt plug was still throbbing and I was desperate to cum. I figured that I was in some kind of industrial plant, a disused factory perhaps or a warehouse. On his return, the old man unlocked the chain holding me to the pipe and said, "We can go in now, everything is ready for you." He held my, still cuffed, wrist and steered me along a dark corridor and through a Judas gate, leading into some sort of large dimly lit workshop with high ceilings and heavy lifting gear. I was led to the centre of the room where a bright spotlight shone down from above, forming a circle of light about ten feet square. It was difficult to discern the edges of the workshop in the gloom, though I could see small red lights glowing from several locations. It was absolutely quiet apart from a slight humming from the gloom "Lay on your back" the old man ordered and I did as I was told, feeling the coolness of the floor against my skin, soothing my glowing arse. He stepped outside the light and came back with some leather shackles that he fastened to each of my ankles. These were in turn hooked onto a heavy-duty rope and before I truly realised what was happening, there was a whirring noise and the rope was pulled into the air with me hoisted behind. My legs were apart and I was suspended in mid air with my head about three feet off the concrete floor. The old man disappeared into the gloom once more leaving me feeling very vulnerable as I tried to spin myself around to see where he was. Though I couldn't see him, I could hear some rustling sounds to one side, from where he emerged wearing a mask, but was otherwise completely naked. "We'll start you off with something you enjoyed last time we met" I heard him say before grabbing my nose between finger and thumb. My mouth fell open so that I could breath and I tasted the salty-ness as his erect prick slid quickly into my mouth. He released my nose and clasped my head to his groin, causing me to gag. "Relax and concentrate on sucking my cock as far down as you are able" he said, then slapped my arse several times causing an intake of breath and allowing his cock access to the very furthest reaches of my throat. "That's really very good. Suck it hard" he said as he drove his cock in and out, time after time. I was dribbling a combination of saliva and pre-cum down my face and into my hair. After five minutes or so, his pace quickened and he gasped, "Take my spunk, you little cock whore." My mouth was filled with a stream of cum which I tried to swallow, though some leaked out over my face. Having withdrawn his cock, the old man teased the escaping cum back into my mouth with his fingers. I swallowed it down hungrily. Next, as he recovered his breath, he reached into the gloom for a whip that he draped over my groin and slowly pulled back so that the leather tickled my stomach, cock, balls and arse. This was repeated several times until, on the last occasion, he pulled it back very quickly and brought the lash down on my bare arse causing me to wince from the sharp pain. Again, this was repeated several times and I could feel the red marks rising on my buttocks. My relief was only temporary when he stopped as he curled the lash round again and whipped across my stomach. I was wriggling in pain and pleading loudly to be released. It was at this point that the old man announced to the darkness "Now we move onto the removal of body hair." He stepped into the darkness and, to my horror, I saw another figure approaching. It was a tall, muscular black man holding a cutthroat razor and a bowl of water. He was naked and had a cock at least nine inches long by my reckoning. It was much bigger than my more modest equipment anyway. "How would sir like it?" he said. I was dumbstruck. "OK, all off it is then sir." I really was in no position to argue as he lathered my groin ready for the shave. "Don't struggle sir. We don't want any nasty slips do we?" I took his point and tried to remain perfectly still. I realised then that the black man had been in the darkness all the time and that the red lights I'd noticed earlier were from video cameras that were recording all of this abuse, presumably for later enjoyment. This seemed very organised and professional to be random and surely I could not be the first victim. They were also careful not to use names to avoid identification. My anxiety deepened. No one knew I was here. What was going to happen to me? He set to work trimming the longer tufts of hair first with scissors then, making sure I was completely covered in soap, delicately trimming away the pubic hair on my stomach, working ever closer towards my still rampant, and now tingling, prick. Eventually he seemed satisfied with this and manoeuvred the blade around my balls, leaving me bald. "Dear, dear, there's more between your cheeks to remove." I was perfectly still, though also feeling a cold sweat from fear of any accidents as he shaved the last hair from my nether regions. "A job well done." He congratulated himself as he ran his fingers over my belly, prick, balls and arse to confirm he was finished. Then, quickly, he removed the hair from my chest and my armpits too. Setting down the razor, he reached for my arse and slowly worked the butt plug from between my cheeks. It came free with a "plop" after much twisting and pulling. I felt like I was having a shit! He inserted three fingers and worked them round for a minute. The old man stepped back into the light. "That's it, he's ready now." My arms too were hoisted into the air so that I was suspended face up but levelled out at about a three feet high. The old man announced to the darkness around us "Now the double penetration", whilst positioning himself between my legs. The black man moved to my head and both inserted their cocks into me at the same time. I was fucked very hard by both of them as they managed to co-ordinate their thrusts to attain maximum leverage. After several minutes, they stopped and changed ends before fucking me some more. My arse was getting accustomed now to insertions and the pain was less, though I was still gagging while being deep throated, particularly by the black man's longer prick. The old man cautioned the black man "Remember, you're not to cum in his arse. That pleasure is mine tonight." He nodded in response and I received another round of fucking whilst the two men's hands roved wherever they chose on my body, stroking, pinching and slapping. Eventually they changed ends again and my mouth was once more filled with black cock whilst my arse had white. This time they really went hard at it and were soon shooting their loads into me. The black man made me open my mouth and show the cum to him before swallowing. The old man inserted two fingers into my arse and scooped out some of his cum before insisting I licked them clean. Slowly they lowered me back to the ground and I lay there for a few minutes recovering. I couldn't help touching my newly smooth and shaved skin. I started to wank off, urged on by my two assailants until, in a burst, I sprayed several jets of hot, sticky spunk onto my belly and the concrete floor beside me. I had so needed that release and just lay there getting my breath back for a while. I was pulled into a kneeling position. Both men stood before me and I was ordered to "Open wide." First the black man started to rain down a stream of piss on my head. When I closed my mouth I received a hard slap and opened up again, letting the urine bubble and froth in my mouth, some of it running down my chin, chest and groin. I couldn't help swallowing some of the piss. It didn't taste so bad after all I guess. Then the old man pissed on me too, my hair completely soaked. I swallowed much more this time and the old man looked pleased. "OK folks, that's all this time. I hope you've enjoyed the show and our new participant's debut performance. There will be a party for members in two weeks so get your bids in early. The ten maximum will apply." I was reeling. Did they really intend that I would do this again? I didn't have long to wait for an answer. "You'll meet me at the same time in two weeks or it will be the worse for you if you let down our members. He handed me a card saying "Here's a website address and a password to enable you to access your film. I'll edit it tomorrow and it will be available to view from Monday. That was quite a performance." The black man spoke "There's just one more thing before we let you leave; a nipple piercing." He produced a small block of ice and held it to my left nipple. I could feel it going numb and after a couple of minutes the old man produced a type of gun that he clamped onto my nipple and pulled the trigger. A bolt of pain shot through me, and a small amount of blood trickled down my chest. He then inserted a sleeper and said "It will be sore for a couple of days. Bathe it in salt water...and make damn sure you're wearing it next time." "Ok, you can shower over here and dress." I showered quickly and dressed. My briefs were missing and I thought to myself "This could get expensive." The old man blindfolded me again and took me to the car where I was placed back into the boot. We drove only for twenty minutes or so this time before stopping. The boot opened and I was back at the public toilets. "Thanks again for your submission tonight. You'll enjoy our party. I'll be in touch." The he drove away into the night and I walked back to my car, trying to get my head round the perverted pleasure I got from the humiliation and abuse I'd undergone. While my arse and mouth were sore, I started to feel excited thinking about the next time and what it might hold.