I've thought about this for years and still vividly remember the introduction I had to man-to-man sex.

I was a young horny 16 year old who knew nothing about what the hell I was doing - I was sitting in a public toilet, stroking myself, reading the postings on the walls, and watching other guys enter the cubicle next door through a tiny hole drilled through.

A guy entered and started stroking himself, pointing his dick at the hole - instantly, I was rock-hard and shaking in nervous fright. He put his hand under the cubicle and when I stood there, unsure what to do, he whispered "Let me suck you."

Shaking, I dropped to my knees and let him stroke and suck my throbbing cock. The age I was, I was ready to cum very quickly, as I guess he could tell by my gasping. He let go of me and stood up, whispering "I've got a blue van, far side of the lot as you go out the exit door. Follow me out, let me suck you where its comfortable." He left the bathroom and I heard the exit door slam.

I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully, and realizing I was about to chicken out, zipped up and headed outside. At the sight of the van, a stocky older man about my dad's age getting in, I started breathing in short little gasps, fear of the unknown almost paralyzing me, and finally found myself climbing inside the panel van, looking at the mattress in the back with a man sitting there in his underwear.

As I stood there, on the verge of bolting and running, he pushed the door closed behind me, deftly unzipped my fly and extracted my cock, holding me in his hand, stroking gently. "Take your clothes off." he ordered firmly, and I found myself skinning out of my clothes in a daze. He laid me on the matress and started stroking my body, not touching my cock. It felt so good, I closed my eyes and I heard him fumbling with something and then heard a click. I opened my eyes and saw that my clothes had disappeared and he was locking a box on the wall.

I started to panic and he pushed me back, straddling my chest to hold me down. He was a lot bigger and burlier than I was (I was always a skinny kid) and I was pretty sure that he could kick my ass if it came down to it. "Kid." he said, stroking his cock across my chest "We're going to become really good friends - I'm not going to hurt you, as long as you do what I tell you, and when we're finished, you can have your clothes back and leave. If you refuse, I'll shove you out the door and you can explain to your parents why you're naked."

He slid forward, touching a thick 7" cock to my lips. "Open your mouth." I was terrified (although still horny) and did so. He slid it in about halfway and grabbed my ears, pinning me in place. He smiled down at my wide eyes and said "You understand?"

When I tried to make a "mmmph" sound, he said "Suck once for no, suck twice for yes." I felt my temporarily flaccid cock pop up again, and I sucked twice ...

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... I sucked twice and he grinned as he realized that he had me right where he wanted me.

I started sucking him inexpertly as he straddled my face, still scared, but realizing that there was no way in hell I was going to go home without clothes, and try to explain that to my ex-soldier dad.

I sucked him for awhile before he turned around and shoved his ass over my face, his puckered asshole settling onto my mouth.

"Come on slut." he said "You belong to me - lick all along my ass- make me clean." I was horrified, but helpless and did what he said. He settled more onto my face, making it difficult to breathe and said: "Put your tongue inside me." I was a little revolted by the idea, but did what I was told, shoving my tongue as deep into him as I could. I started licking inside him as me grunted and pushed onto my mouth, almost smothering me.

Suddenly he stopped and said "You like this, don't you bitch? Your cock is hard as a rock." I was suddenly consumed by shame as I realized it was true. He said "Lick twice if you like this." I hesitated, not exactly liking it, but the submissive, helpless feeling was turning me on like crazy. I licked twice, and he said "That's what I thought."

He got off me and stood up as best he could in the van, and had me kneel in front of him, carefully positioning me for some reason, and placing his cock on the bottom lip of my open mouth. Suddenly there was a bright flash, and I turned towards it, another flash dazzling me. He shoved his cock into my mouth, grasping the back of my head as he did, and said "I've got some nice photos of you, slut."

I looked up at him, wide-eyed in terror and he said "That's right, I'm sure mom and dad and your friends would love to see that little gem." He shoved it deep into my mouth, making me gag and reached out and touched a button on the wall that I hadn't noticed before, making it flash again.

He smiled down at my wide-eyed desperate eyes over his hard thick cock and said "That's right, I own your ass now. Suck twice if you agree." I hesitated for a long moment and then sucked twice, a feeling of desperate helplessness consuming me...

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So, what do you think guys? This was my life many years back, it's the first time I've talked about it. Do you like the story?

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... he had me suck him for awhile, occasionally posing me for another photo. I couldn't see any way out, so I just did what he said and kept sucking.

Eventually he gripped my head tight, gasping and pulled out, his cock throbbing in my mouth. I had been bracing myself for him to cum, and felt mixed relief and surprise.

He had me kneel on all fours and started playing with my ass with a greased hand, fingers slid in and out of my ass, and when I realized that I was moaning, I was consumed by shame. The camera flashed a few times more and I felt something warm and soft press against my tight virgin asshole.

He rubbed a glob of something on my ass and I could feel the head pressing in slightly. He said "You'd better relax, or this is going to hurt like hell." He pressed again, but my nerves and inexperience wouldn't let me relax enough. He grabbed my hips and said "Try pressing out, like you're trying to crap. Relax and push out." I pushed out and he pushed in, making me gasp in pain. The camera flashed again, several times, and I could feel his tight grip on my hips, the hard thickness of him inside me. It still hurt. He slowly pushed all the way into me until he was as deep as he could go. One hand reached forward and found my cock as he started to move inside me - my shame consuming me as I realized that I was hard in his hand. I could feel my cock tingling even as his thrusts quickened inside me, and we both came nearly simultaneously, me gasping and pressing upwards unconsciously, driving him even deeper where he exploded into my virgin ass. I was throbbing in his hand and collapsed on the mattress with him on top of me.

When my vision cleared, he was still in my ass, his weight heavy on me, his arms around me. I just lay there, no idea what to say. I could feel him shrinking within me and, eventually he pulled out and climbed onto me in a 69 position. I could see the stains on his cock from my ass as he shoved it back into my mouth and forced me to clean him. He was still soft in my mouth when he pressed harder against my face and said "Don't miss a drop or the pictures get posted on the front door of your school." My eyes bugged out as I realized what he had in mind, but I didn't know what I could do to stop it. I felt the gush of urine onto my tongue and realized that I hadn't yet hit the depths of shame as I gulped down his hot piss, swallowing every drop.

The afternoon wore on - he played with me like a new toy, trying different positions, putting fingers and thumbs inside me, putting me over his knee and spanking me, having me give him a massage, all recorded on film, and finally I said "It's almost dinnertime - I'll be missed if I don't go home."

He looked at me emotionlessly and unlocked the combo lockbox on the wall and took out my clothes, pulling out my wallet and carefully writing down my home address from my learner's permit as I watched helplessly.

"When are you free next?" he asked, "and don't lie, I'll be sitting near your house for the next while." I thought desperately about what I could say and finally, my heart sinking, I said "My parent are going to the cottage tomorrow, I can stay behind for the next two days." He smiled and said "Get dressed - I'll be at the top of your street at 2 pm, waiting for you tomorrow." I had just gotten dressed, and was standing awkwardly, waiting for the door to be opened, when he pushed me to my knees again, slapped my face and shoved his cock back in my mouth.

"You're my slave, my fucktoy, and that's ALL you'll be from now on. Don't forget that." He pumped into my mouth again and managed to come again, pushing me out the sliding door with a mouthful of cum.

He drove off, and I walked gingerly back to my bicycle, already dreading the next meeting, but a tingling feeling in my abused ass and cock made me realized that there was some other feelings going on too.

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I got home in a stunned daze over what had happened to me in that van, realizing that I had no way out that I could think of. I never considered talking to my parents about it, I was too embarrassed, and the thought of going to the police and talking about what had happened was absolutely humiliating. I also realized, when, lying in the dark, I started to jerk off while thinking about it, there were parts that had been pretty damned hot.

The day wore on in a glacial manner, it seemed to take years for my parents to leave, and then I stared at the clock for the next hour, frozen in a mixture of intense lust, terror, and crippling shame. Finally it was five minutes to 2 pm, I peered out the window and could see the blue van at the end of the street. I walked out of the house towards the van, wanting to flee in terror, my stomach turning over, but my traitor cock was hard as steel in my pants, keeping me stumbling forward.

The side door slid open and I got in, panting in stress and fear. My abuser from yesterday was there in the drivers seat, and I lurched to a halt when I saw another guy about the same age and build sitting in the back on the mattress. The driver said "Hello slut, nice to have you back here. Take those clothes off, you won't need them until tomorrow, when I drop you off.".

I felt my cock stiffen further as I stripped and sat uncertainly as the van lurched into motion. The second guy reached over and pulled my face into his lap as the van went around a corner, I felt his cock poking at my lips, thicker and longer than my "master's" cock. With a helpless feeling of resignation, I started sucking. He kept me sucking him for several minutes as we drove, finally shoving his cock to the back of my throat and exploding into me as he kept my head forced onto his cock. He was still spasming onto my tongue when I realized that we were in the garage of a house and the door was closing on the van. I was pulled out naked by my "master", still licking cum from around my lips, and pulled into the house.

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I entered the houuse in the grip of utter terror, with no clue as to what could happen to me. I was going to be a plaything again, that was obvious, but I could get hurt or killed for all I knew, and I didn't see much way I could prevent it.

I was led into the guy's bedroom, which had a big four poster bed and placed on it. My fear increased when, well, let's call him my "master" from now on, pulled my hands over my head and placed leather straps over each wrist, securing them to short, thick bungie cords attached to the two corners of the bed. I was frightened, but unsurprised, when my ankles received the same treatment. I was naked, spread-eagled, and, as I knew after trying to get my wrists free, utterly helpless.

I have never felt so utterly out-of-control with no way to affect my destiny. I tugged at my bonds as I watched the two burly men in their forties standing beside the bed, talking about what was to come first, and rummaging through the drawers of a shabby chest-of-drawers next to the bed. My breath was coming in short gasps, my teeth were chattering, and my dick was trying to retract back into my belly.

The second guy, who I later learned was named Rob, gave me an appraising look. "Look at the kid, he's scared. How about we get him in the mood first?" My master looked sour and then said "Go ahead - he's all yours."

Hearing one man casually "giving" me to another stranger filled me with dread, and when the first man put a blindfold on me, I was overcome by fear. I lay there, taut as a bowstring, and gasped when a hand unexpectedly started stroking my chest. The hand was gentle, and stoked down towards my belly, avoided my still-small cock and stroked down my thighs. I began to relax a bit as he worked me over with both hands, stroking and gently massaging my shaking muscles - it felt pretty good. He ran the palms of his hands over my nipples, and I gasped, feeling my cock starting to harden.

"There we go," the second man said "that's more like it." His hand stroked down my belly, very slowly, moving back and forth towards my cock, which was now pointing skyward. With the blindfold on, my whole world was the feeling of that hand moving towards my genitals. He stroked to the base of my cock and then to the insides of my thighs, teasing me until I was gasping from the anticipation. When he finally ran one finger up my cock from the base to the tip, my body arched up in response.

"You like that?" he said, gently stroking down the side of the tip.

I bit my lip and nodded.

He ran his palm over the tip of my cock: "I have to have it in words. Say: I'm a little slut, and I like it when strangers touch my cock, sir." I repeated it, feeling shame.

He gently stroked the tip, making me gasp again.

"Say I'll do anything you want, if you make me cum, sir." I gasped it out as his stroking hand caressed my rock-hard cock.

"Anything you want." He repeated, stroking me harder.

"Anything you want!" I gasped, arching my back. The blindfold was driving me wild - there was only his hand, and my cock - my senses were going wild trying to process this, and I felt my orgasm approaching.

"Anything!" I gasped, as I exploded in his hand, showering my belly and chest with cum, I even felt some spatter on my face as I arched up, pulling at my bonds, my vision going to stars as I jerked in the most violent orgasm of my life.

Eventually, my cock stopped throbbing, my gasping died down and I suddenly found myself thinking "Oh my God, what the hell did I just promise? This guy could make me do anything!"

I settled down, some of my old fear returning, but at a lower level, with a hand still gently stroking my body. I felt the bed move and the weight of someone straddling my cum-smeared belly.

"Okay, here we go." said the second guy, and I was filled with what was becoming a familiar feeling - fear, and lust.

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I'd love to hear what you guys thing of the story so far. It's my life on 'paper' at last, and just thinking back to those days makes me hard the whole time I'm typing this.

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Ugggghhh your killing me. I want more...lol.

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I'm really enjoying it. Can't wait for more!

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... I lay there, still panting, my cock still hard, straining to sense what was going to happen to me next. I was still nervous, but the second guy seemed a little nicer than my "master" and I thought he was less likely to hurt me.

I suddenly felt the weight go off my chest and settle on my face - a familiar musky odour filling my nose.

"So" the second guy said "my friend here says you love to eat ass. Is that true?" I thought it over for a second - the humiliation was, actually, a turn-on, but I wasn't sure about having my tongue in someone's ass, for God's sake! I was afraid that if I said "no" they'd do things to me until I said yes. Add to that the fact that I was naked, tied spread-eagled to a bed by two guys, either of whom could probably beat the hell out of me...

"Um, hum" I muttered, and the large hairy ass descended on my face. He pressed down, blocking off my air and said "I couldn't hear you - try answering the way my friend taught you yesterday." I resigned myself to inevitable and licked his asshole twice with my tongue.

I continued to clean and lick his ass, but began having a problem - as he got excited, he'd grind his asshole onto my mouth, blocking off my air. I'd gasp for air anytime he rocked forward, and then he'd lean back again, and my nose would be closed between his cheeks. My whole world became a black musty hell, fighting to breathe, my tongue shoved as far into him as I could go.

Soon, I felt a familiar hand playing roughly with my ass - a lubed finger rubbing inside me. As I continued to clean out his ass, I felt the ankle cords unsnapped, and my skinny teenaged thighs lifted into the air. I felt a finger rubbing lube on my opening, and even through my anoxia, braced myself for the pain, pushing out as he'd taught me.

A sharp pain speared into me as my master shoved himself into me, holding my ankles. There was no finess this time, he rammed it in and started pounding me. I yelped silently into #2's asshole and found myself starting to panic - a need for air building up. I yanked wildly at my wrist straps, but couldn't get free. All I could think was, "Oh God, please don't let me die like this - a guy's asshole on my mouth, and another guy raping my ass!"

Finally, the guy on my face eased up for a moment and heard me frantically gasping for air. He gave me a minute to catch my breath, which I did, while feeling the weird sensation of my master's cock moving inside me.

He slid his semi-hard cock into my mouth, and slid it into me, moving back and forth. I felt his hairy testicles banging my nose as I lay there. He'd come in my mouth on the ride over, so he didn't cum, but just rode my mouth, partly choking me. Then he stopped and said "My friend says you love to drink piss. You want to drink mine?"

His cock was jammed down my throat, but at least I could breath through my nose - I didn't want to drink piss, but he might sit on my mouth again. I sucked twice.

"Excellent." he put his hands on my chest and I felt a gush of piss into my mouth at the same time as I heard grunting by my ass. I felt violent pounding into my abused ass and then felt him slow down and stop, pulling out of me with a "Pop".

I swallowed the last drops of piss and wondered how the hell I had ended up like this, and what I would have to endure next...

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Comments on my life story are always appreciated. ;-)

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Great stories. I can't wait for more. Your experience is certainly arousing my submissive side!

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... I lay there, utterly spent, hanging from my sore arms, licking the few drops of piss off #2's dick, who then pulled out, letting me collapse.

The blindfold was still on, and I felt fear return as I wondered what I would endure next, and felt shame again at the fact that except when I was choking for air or terrified, I was pretty turned on by some parts of this. That massive orgasm I'd had by #2's hand was still fresh in my mind, and I felt my cock twitch - after what I just went through, I was horny?

I was suddenly released from the arm restraints and pulled out of the bed, then pushed on top of #2, who was lying face down in my place.

"Massage me, kid." the blindfold was removed, and I climbed onto his back with some hesitation and started to rub his back. He was muscular and bigger than me, and I found it fairly erotic to have my hands on him this way.

As I worked down his back, I sat on his ass, my hardening cock falling between his cheeks. He groaned and pushed against me.

"Put some oil in the crack, kid, and rub your cock in there." I did as he said, continuing to massage his back as I humped his hairy crack with my now rock-hard cock (ah, to be a teenager again). He pushed at me again and said "Rub it against the hole. Don't put it in."

I grabbed my cock and started rubbing the tip against his puckered hole, applying more oil. I found the tip entering slightly, the mouth opening to me and felt an uncontrollable urge to push, which I did, making him yelp: "Whoa, kid! No deeper." I continued to work the tip of my cock into his tight hole, feeling the tingling of my cock starting, and pushing harder into him, my cock slipping in and instantly starting to spasm, even as I was entering. He told me to stop, but my cock had taken over, and when my breathing returned to normal, I found myself with my arms around his back, my still-twitching cock still in his ass.

"Kid." he husked, "get out of there, right now. I fuck, I don't get fucked." I hurriedly pulled out, feeling fear at the anger in his voice.

He got up, snapped my two wristbands together behind my back, and walked me out of the room...

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... I found myself bitterly regretting my loss of control as I was roughly led into the living room - I was scared again, and the "nice guy" sounded pretty pissed at me.

My nervousness rose when I was pushed over the back of a couch and told not to move. I could hear rustling and clunking behind me and remembered seeing a big trunk on the floor.

The worry about what was going on behind me spiked when I heard my "master" say: "Don't use that one - we don't want to mark this bitch up; if his parents get suspicious, we're all in deep shit."

"Okay" I heard #2 say "Paddle it is, then. Oh, and these." I felt him press against my ass, his cock rubbing between my cheeks and felt a shivery tingle, even through my fear. I pushed back against him slightly and felt his weight on my back as he bent over me, pressing hard on my restrained arms.

Starting to enjoy the sensation of his thick cock rubbing against my sensitive asshole, I was shocked when he suddenly snapped two clothespins on my nipples - as sensitive as they were it hurt like hell and I yelped. He straightened up and smacked my ass with his hand, saying: "Next time, you'll do what I tell you."

I gritted my teeth and braced myself, then was shocked into a loud yelp as he smacked my ass with a home made wide leather paddle. He whacked me again and said "Say: I'll always do exactly what you say to do sir, exactly as you want it."

I repeated it and he smacked me again, harder - it hurt like a bastard and I found myself starting to cry: "I'll always do exactly what you say to do sir, exactly as you want it."

He smacked me once more: "Again!"

"I'll always do exactly what you say to do sir, exactly as you want it."

"Again!" he smacked me again and I could tell that he was getting excited by what he was doing to me, his breathing was coming faster and suddenly he was pressing his hard cock into my ass, ramming it into me, with only my "master's" cum for lubrication and pounding violently into me.

Even loosened up as I was, it still hurt and I cried out, making him grab my hips and ram into me as deeply as he could, growling: "Take it bitch! Take it!" He'd cum recently, so, even excited, he took a while to cum. My poor abused asshole was in a lot of pain, and I was sobbing, which seemed to excite him more. He finally exploded into my ass, grinding into me hard.

He unsnapped my wrists and collapsed on top of me - the hot weight of him on and in me starting to excite me again, even through my pain.

"That's my boy", he said, stroking my hair "Oh, we are going to have so much fun this summer - I've never owned a fucktoy before." He ground his softening cock into me again, "You are going to have so much cum inside you, you won't believe it."

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As always, feedback is appreciated. So are blowjobs ;-)

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Ok I will admit I am not very submissive and this is beyond what I would do. But your story is very hot.

And the line - "You are going to have so much cum inside you, you won't believe it."

Made my mouth water, and my ass ache to be filled.

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