CHAPTER 12

We left at 6am on Wednesday morning, reminding the exhausted slave boy
that he had exercises to do on camera at 7am.  I put his set of masks
and exercise list on his desk and then walked out with just a glance
over my shoulder at the fucked up wreck we left behind.

He was lying in fetal position on the floor, covered in sweat, cum
and tears.  He couldn't talk any more; his mouth was too exhausted from
the fucking it had taken.  I was curious to know if he'd be able to
stand straight after the pounding we'd given his arse.  We'd bent him
in every direction to help us administer his ordeal and I smiled as I
thought that at least he wouldn't need to do any stretches prior to his
public work out.

The nearest room we could use was along the corridor.  We banged on
it to be let in by one of the other gym rats, Simes, who already had
his computer turned on ready for the web cast.  At 7am sharp the video
stream was turned on and a masked, but otherwise quite naked, Adam Lomas
was visible on the screen.  He had wiped the cum and sweat off his body
and now he just gleamed in the room's light.

Following my instructions he started to read from my notes.

"This is the Mystery Exhibitionist Workout Show, being broadcast
worldwide..."  His voice broke for a moment but he forced himself on.
"...Worldwide for your education and entertainment.  Each morning
I will be taking you through a set of exercises suitable for people
without equipment or access to a gym and appropriate for high numbers
of repetitions.  I have targets set by my coach and each time I ever
fail any set I will have to switch to a smaller mask and ultimately to
no mask at all."

He stepped back a little from the camera and announced "Star jumps,
one hundred of them in two minutes!"  Then he set to work, bouncing his
limp cock for all to see.

Now most people do star jumps at roughly one every two seconds: one second
to take the star position, one to drop back to standing.  Doubling that
rate involves flinging your arms and legs out much faster which people
can manage at least for a little while, and also pulling arms and legs
back in much faster.  That second bit is what exercises muscles that
people aren't used to working.

But he made it, just.  Then he made the press ups, sit ups, squats,
and "banana" back exercises.  He had to repeat the whole thing twice
more and he completed it in the thirty minutes.  Amazing!  I knew how
my numbers and exercises increased as the days went by.  Judging by
his performance this morning he would crack by the end of the week.
But I got the feeling he might just beat that prediction; his fear of
being exposed was a serious motivation for his exercise.

I had only recently advertised the camera show so I wasn't expecting huge
viewing figures.  I checked the logs to see just how many had watched
it and was surprised to see just shy of a hundred subscribers to the
video feed.

"I want to see his face when you tell him that," our host said.

"That's not the half of it," I replied.  "I sent out some specific
advertising too.  See that account there.  It's his father's.  I wonder
if he recognises his own son in a mask."

"You're shitting me!"  Simes blurted.  "His own Dad's perving over him?"

I scrolled down the list of used accounts.  "The one I sent to his kid
brother hasn't been used, though.  I suspect it's a bit early for him.
I'll take a look at the logs tomorrow to see if he watched it later.

"Christmas at home might get a little interesting for our poor little
slave boy, especially if he loses his mask between now and then."

There was some laughter and the guys posted the contact address to a few
friends of theirs to spread Adam's misery more widely.  I left them to
it, having my own contact methods that I didn't care to share with them.
I thought they might get a little scared by some of my friends.

I was about to leave when we heard girls' laughter from the corridor.
Stepping out, we saw Adam, stark naked, chasing after some girls
who had grabbed his towel and were throwing it from one to another.
Just before he was able to grab it it was passed to a girl by an open
door.  She grabbed it, stepped into her room and slammed the door shut.
Adam was running so hard he bounced off the door and stepped back, before
starting to pound on it with one hand and twisting the door knob with
the other, leaving his unguarded cock to swing gently in front of him.

The girl in the room told him to stand with his back against the wall
opposite her door so she could see him through her peep hole.  She had
him stand with his legs wide spread with his hands over his head.  He was
to keep that position until she said otherwise.  If she ever peeped and
saw him not in that position she would throw his towel and key out of
her window.  This was all the temptation needed for the other girls out
of their rooms.  As the boys looked on laughing they started to tease
him, stroke him and try to tickle him.  Their tickling got no response,
but his cock was soon standing firmly erect.

I noticed that he was less fazed by this than he was when we did it.
When he was surrounded by girls it didn't matter what he was being put
through; it was a joke with the ladies and a chance to show off.  I think
without realising it, and certainly without breaking position, he started
to put on a muscle show for the gaggle of eight girls surrounding him.
He flexed, twitched and relaxed muscles, he made his cock bounce for them.
And they loved the exhibitionist.

Simes, our host, told us that Alison, whose door Adam was posed
outside didn't have any lectures until eleven, so I texted the other
gym masters and then left.  As I walked past Adam I simply said "ninety
eight viewers this morning."  He twitched, but didn't faint this time.
As I left his dorm block I passed three of his tormenters heading in.
As I walked away I heard a window open.  Looking round I saw a towel
flying towards the ground.

I wondered what they had done to him.

I had nothing lined up for him until the afternoon's window show but I
needn't have worried.  When he got to lectures he was wearing a pair of
frayed and baggy knee-lengths.  He was told to get hard at the end of
every lecture he attended.  Every time he walked from one lecture to
another he had to be hard.  Of course, he was subject to inspections
and my web site was deluged with pictures of him standing in position
with a dripping hard cock and shorts around his ankles.

Perhaps the best was the one from Simes showing him in position just
outside a lecture hall after everyone had gone in.  He was standing with
hands over his head, legs spread and his shorts hanging from his firm
cock and covering it completely.  The look on his face was priceless.
It was followed by a picture of him in exactly the same situation but
with the shorts hanging over his face, concealing his identity but baring
his erection.  The text of the message was simply "Make him pick which
we post."

I was starting to look forwards to the afternoon's show.  Adam had spent
nearly his entire morning and lunch break hard without the chance to cum.
If the stain showing in his crotch by the end of his lectures was anything
to go by he was already leaking pre-cum more or less non-stop.

The Wednesday show was scheduled for a quarter past three.  I picked
this time because I knew some of the guys had classes that ended at
three o'clock.  After his fainting spell I was curious to know how Adam
would react at this performance.

I was caught up at work, but a peep out of a window suggested things
were going well.  I couldn't see Adam's window but in a lay-by on the
opposite side of the road there were nine guys from the gym, huddled in
the winter drizzle and carrying a large banner strung between two poles
they held up at each end: "NAKED STUDENT FAN CLUB".

To add to Adam's misery I had arranged for a couple of other gym rats,
dressed totally out of character in hats, suits and ties, to walk past at
just the right moment.  They stopped and, perfectly visible to Adam but
unrecognisable to him from his window, started talking to the students
holding the banner.  A student's arm swept up pointing and the two guys
turned to stare at the exhibition in the window.  Adam's misery would
have been compounded by the fact that they each pulled out cameras from
their briefcases and started taking pictures.

Adam's cum shot didn't disappoint, by the way.  The photos show a huge
white smear on his window and apparently it took him a whole minute to
lick it clean.

The photos aren't wonderful because there was so much fine rain in the
air, but Adam's shame was clear in his face every minute afterwards as
I encountered him by chance (oh yeah) in the corridors later that day.

Of course, forcing him to stand in position with his jeans around
his ankles for a whole minute just to see if the corridor really was
deserted probably didn't do much for his sanity either.  After it was
clear that nobody would (probably!) be using the corridor until classes
changed on the hour I had him remove his jeans and t-shirt altogether.
I had him close his eyes and wank himself hard.  While his eyes were
shut I threw his t-shirt to one end of the corridor and his jeans to
the other.  He was expecting me to do something to make his situation
worse, I'm sure, but all I did was tip-toe away leaving him jerking off
with his eyes shut in a corridor waiting for my order to stop.

Wednesday evening started well.  A naked Adam was shoved into the gym by
the three "winners" from Monday.  Adam was walking awkwardly and it looked
like the three winners had ended their period of rights to his arse with
one final fuck party.  Adam started his warm-up with them and was soon
joined by the other gym members.  One big advantage of having a naked
slave boy to stare at as you exercise is that it gets people in early.

It also boosts membership.  I had four more guys from the soccer club
show up to join.  They'd obviously been told that whatever was up
with Adam was centred on the gym and that was the place to get more of
his fine body.  Professional gyms all have "welcome packs" of special
deals for new members, so I treated the four of them each to a five
minute fuck of Adam's arse.  Then, just as each was getting really hot
to shoot their loads in his hole I reminded them that they had to beat
him in the exercise contest to ever fuck him again and pulled them out.
I had four very enthusiastic young men then.

For the competition I selected press-ups.  I had them all form a line
along one side of the large hall with Adam on the other side of the room
facing them.  Then I had them all take position on the floor and start
pressing up to my beat.  They could stop any time they wanted but not
start again.  Any that were still at it after Adam stopped would win
arse rights over him until Friday.

I started calling the "up, down" rhythm with a second for each of up,
hold, down, and hold.  Slow press ups are harder than you might think
and it was less than a minute before some people started to drop out.
Adam kept to the rhythm, though, and I was curious too see just how few
might beat him.  Boy, was I in for a surprise.

Last time's winners and the newly joined football players also dropped
out earlier than I expected.  Having fucked Adam's hole had clearly
weakened their abdominals to the point that they couldn't keep their backs
straight enough.  I'm a stickler for correct form and as soon as they
started to droop their backs they were out.  Adam, despite having been
the subject of all this fucking kept going, a look of grim determination
clearly visible on his face even from the side.

The body builders dropped out next.  While their mighty arms might be
good for small numbers of reps of large weights the large numbers of
reps of body weight wasn't what they were used to.  Adam only had nine
people left who might get to fuck him.

As the three minute mark passed two more dropped out leaving Adam with
seven.  Their entire bodies were trembling with muscle fatigue and the
sweat on their backs caught the light beautifully.  On Adam's naked form
it was forming a small pool at the base of his spine and the top of his
tightly clenched glutes.  Soon three more dropped out but Adam kept going.

At three thirty there were only two left and at three forty-five one of
them dropped out.  Simes, our host from this morning was looking to have
sole rights to Adam's hole, but at four minutes he collapsed, weeping
with frustration.  I had Adam do two more press ups and let him stop.

"You win," I told him, fighting to keep the surprise from my voice.
"Your arse is out of bounds for everyone until Friday."

He was collapsed on the ground.  I doubted he could get up if I ordered
him to.  So of course I did.

"Tut tut," I told him as he struggled to get up.  "Disobedience must
be punished."

I pulled him up and pressed him against the bars running round the wall.
I tied him spread-eagled there and stepped away.  He hung limply in
his bonds.

I grabbed a loose weave bag from the corner of the room and slipped it
over his head.  I pulled the drawstring close but not tight.

"I think it's time for some lessons in cum control."

I led the gym rats back to the main gym and laid down how it would work.

"I'll start him off and get him hard.  You guys go in one at a time.
You mustn't say a word to him.  No more than five minutes each, and a
forfeit for anyone who lets him go soft or cum.  And you can imagine
what my forfeits will be like."

I smiled at them.  "I want him begging to cum.  Vocally, explicitly,
pathetically begging."  I held up a voice recorder.  "And we'll catch
every word of it."

I set them to work in the gym and went back to the sports hall.  I dimmed
the lights down and quietly approached Adam.  I clipped the recorder
microphone to the bag and started to stroke his dick.

"Oh, god, please," he begged.  "Please stop."

His cock was hard almost immediately and I spent a few minutes keeping
it that way.  He became silent when it was clear that his begging would
have no effect.

Finally I heard my replacement tip-toe in and replace me.  The hand over
was seamless; I don't think Adam knew his tormenter had changed.

I spent the rest of the evening, about two hours, in the main gym
overseeing the exercise.  At regular intervals people would slope off to
help out with the torment.  Our four newcomers seemed to go more often
than others, perhaps still in disbelief that they could treat a fellow
human being like this and get away with it.

Adam meanwhile was getting louder and more explicit in his desperate
pleading to be allowed to cum.

Once the exercises were all finished people showered but nobody wanted
to go home.  There was a tied up slave boy to torment, after all.

I stood them in a semicircle around him.  He was still tied firmly to
the bars, with a hard cock, throbbing in frustration and dripping pre-cum
onto the floor.

I paused the recorder.  "Do you want to cum, slave?"  I very carefully
stroked his cock a bit more to keep him on the very edge.

"Yes!  Yes, please!"

"Beg.  Tell me what you want me to do."  I turned on the recorder.

"Make me cum!  Please, stroke my cock.  More!  Oh, god, please make
me cum.  Make me cum.  Yes!  Please!  God!  Make me cum!  Yes, yes, yes!
Aaaahhhhh!!"

With that last gasping breath he shot a load a clean two yards across
the floor.

I unclipped the recorder and gave his balls a tug.  After I pocketed
the recorder I raised the bag to nose level and gagged him with a pair
of socks.  Then I dropped the bag down again.

"When Security find you tell them that you were jumped from behind and
didn't see who did it.  It's just a student prank."

I pointed to the doors and gestured that the audience should leave.
As I left at the back of the pack I turned the lights off behind me.

"Mmmpphh!"  I'm sure Adam's protest would have been eloquent and florid.
Too bad.

I turned to the gym rats creasing themselves laughing at the idea of
Adam being found by Security.  "Home, guys, and remember there's no
fucking him until Friday at the earliest.

"I'll find something else to keep him busy."


CHAPTER 13

Thursday morning I had a call from Security.  I went round to their
offices and was told officially that I had to be more careful about my
inspections at the end of the working day.  Apparently a student prank
had got out of hand.  A student, Adam Lomas, had been found tied up
naked to the bars in my sports hall.

I apologised profusely and explained that I had seen the lights were
out and really done no more than stick my head in.  Obviously I had
missed him.

I carried on, spinning a tale of Adam Lomas as a notorious exhibitionist.
The prank was probably just some students taking him down a peg.  I was
curious to see if they mentioned the streak of cum on the floor.

The security guard on the front desk smirked and gestured with his head
that I should follow him into their back office.  Inside I found a number
of A4 printouts of digital photographs of him still tied to the bars.
In these photographs the bag was off his head.

"We were wondrin' if it was 'im wat started it," the guard said.  "'N'
we thought we orta record the scene of the crime."  He smirked with a
look of cruelty and lust on his face.  "Fer our records, yer know."

"Adam's a real strutting peacock," I told them.  "He'd sign these for
you if you asked him."  Of course he would.  I'd tell him to.

"'E said 'e'd do anything to be let go.  We jus' took some pics and
teased 'im a bit.  If we'd known 'e was there we'd a brought more guards.
'N maybe Jess, our dog."

The photos all had time stamps in their bottom left hand corner.
Comparing a few out of the corner of my eye I noticed that they had left
Adam tied there for over ten minutes.

"You're not a fan of students, are you?" I asked carefully.

"Fookin' stoodents!" he spat.  "Always act like they're fookin' gods and
we're jus' shit.  'S good when we get one we c'n scare a bit.  When 'e
tells 'is mates what happened they'll be good 'n' scared!"

"I'll give you a call next time I, er, hear rumours of some prank like
this," I assured him.  "Could you let me have a copy of the pictures?
You know, for my records."

I left their office wondering just how many other allies I might have
in the College.

After leaving the security office I went back to the office at the gym
to catch up with the web site and my official duties.

Adam had failed in his exercises so would start the next day in the
smaller mask.  The logs suggested that his younger brother had watched the
first morning's video at 4pm the afternoon before and that his father had
watched it again at about 10.  Both father and son had watched Thursday's
video live.  I could imagine the son watching it in his bedroom, but I
wondered how the father had kept it from his wife.  Maybe he hadn't.

Over the course of the morning I got a few pictures in from the students.
They had taken up the idea of cum control as torture.  Adam was made to
get hard in every lecture but not allowed to cum.  There were pictures of
him walking around trying to cover the obscene bulge in his loose trousers
with his books and papers.  By the looks on the faces of the people
around him he wasn't succeeding.  By the look on his face he knew that.

His afternoon window show pulled in a slightly larger crowd too.
Today the weather was better and he got a better view of his audience.
Their cameras got a better view of him too.  More interestingly there were
a couple of fresh faces from the student population.  Adam's infamy was
starting to spread.  I think he must have thought his life had reached
its lowest point.  But my friends and I had plans for the evening.


CHAPTER 14

I picked him up at the College gates at 7pm and drove him away in my
rather small car.  We had barely reached the road before I ordered him to
strip and throw his clothes onto the back seat behind us.  It was when I
talked about his clothes he noticed what I was wearing: black jeans, black
shoes, black socks, and black shirt.  He would understand soon enough.

I pulled over into a lay-by on a minor road and got out to approach him
from his door.  With the door open and facing he road I tied his hands
to the head rest behind him.  Then I tied his feet to the corners of his
seat. As I expected, only a couple of cars passed by and neither hooted,
or even slowed down so I don't think they noticed anything.  That didn't
matter to Adam's imagination, of course, which had him picked out in
excruciating detail by every motorist on the road.

After a minute of leaving the door open and fully exposed to the road
I noticed he was getting cold so I shut it again and drove off.

I took a circuitous route back to my home, driving slowly and enjoying
letting my left hand play with Adam's gear lever.  Finally I approached
my home.  I live in a row of terraced houses with their back to a train
line (which is why I can afford it!).  But the crucial factor for Adam
was that I only had on-the-road parking.  Adam would have to dash across
the pavement to get to my front door.

I parked under a street light and untied his hands and let him untie
his ankles.  I walked over to my door and unlocked it.  I held it open
and indicated he should enter.  My car's door flew open and he bolted
out, naked, lit and in public into my house.  I shut the car door and
locked it with my remote.  Then I walked in and let the door swing shut
behind me, trapping the naked stud inside with his master.

I moved into my front room and pulled the curtains shut.  Dropping my
work clothes to the floor I called out "get your lips round my cock
this second!"  Adam ran into the room, sliding to a halt on his knees
and his wide open mouth landed around my waiting cock with a wet slap.

After five minutes of his lips on my cock I came in his mouth.  I was
losing the ability to hold back with this particular muscle stud on his
knees before me.  His abject misery and perfect body was just too much
a turn on.  Well, it was time to turn up the abject misery a couple
more notches.

I put him on all fours and led him upstairs to the small back room I
use as a study, a gym and occasional spare bedroom when I have guests
staying over who aren't sharing my bed.  The spare mattress was leaning
against the wall, in front of it was a low exercise bench.

"Stand on this," I ordered, "with your back to me."

Above him hung a chin up bar firmly screwed into my joists.  "Hands high,"
I told him and lashed his wrists in place, spreading his arms wide.
Then I pulled his feet apart and tied his legs with his ankles spread
as far apart as his wrists.

"Comfortable?" I asked, not particularly interested in his answer.
I think he thought I was going to whip him and that was why I had his
back to the centre of my room.

I walked over to the door and flicked a couple of switches.  The room
light went out and the wall lights facing him came on.  I had trained
them on his position and his front was well illuminated.

Finally I pulled the mattress out of the way to reveal my window,
curtains removed, overlooking the town's train line.

"Ta da!"

He jerked back from the window instinctively but was firmly tied.

"London train every thirty minutes, local trains in between.  Have fun."

As I left the room I shut the door behind to cut off the sound of him
pleading to be let down before the first train came past.

The trains don't stop outside my house unless there's some sort of problem
but they do slow down ready for stopping in the station.  As I heard
the first one pass by I also heard the wail of despair from upstairs.

I took my camera and tripod and quietly sneaked out of the house.  It's a
five minute walk to the waste ground on the far side of the railway and
it took me another five minutes of fiddling with the tripod and the
camera settings to get the night pictures I wanted.  Fifteen minutes
after I had left the house I had a dozen high quality pictures showing
a naked boy exposing himself at the window.

In principle these photos could have been taken by anyone.  That anonymous
anyone could post them wherever he wanted.  I smiled as I watched
him through the camera's zoom lens, contemplating where I could post
the pictures.  I wasn't too worried that some prude might report his
little exhibition.  The scrubby area over the rail line opposite my
house is a well known haunt of the less savoury characters in life.
It was part of the reason I had been able to afford the house at all.
At this time of year the area was essentially deserted.

Just as I was getting bored the London train came past.  Adam recoiled,
tugging frantically at his bonds.  Of course, movement catches the eye
and I'm sure some people saw him who wouldn't otherwise.  Reinvigorated
by the fun of watching him panic in his bonds I waited a little longer
for the rather slower local train to pass by.  This time Adam was fully
hysterical, twisting and tensing as he squirmed in an agony of horror
and shame.  I just took picture after picture, stroking my rigid cock
through my trousers as the sight turned me on more and more.

After an hour, and two more trains, I was starting to get cold.
I couldn't turn away from the scene in front of me, though, so I phoned
a friend.  He turned up half an hour, and yet another train, later with
high quality video camera, tripod, folding seats and a thermos flask of
hot chocolate.

"Kyle," I nodded as he approached.  I gestured towards my window.
"As promised."

"Hardly seems a fair trade," he commented as I gratefully took the hot
chocolate off him.  We chatted for a bit: work, play, politics, the
usual, as he set up his camera.  Shortly after he had it working to his
satisfaction a train rolled by and he caught Adam's movements perfectly.
Conversation naturally drifted to Adam and I divulged the details of
his other window shows and his art class performance.  Slowly we hatched
a plan to increase his humiliation another step.  Fifteen minutes, and
one more train, later I headed back to my home with Kyle heading off to
play his part.

I sneaked in and set up my small video camera pointing at the inside
of my front door from a book shelf in the hall.  That was for later.
Next I walked up the stairs to see what state Adam was in.  I could hear
his sobbing through the door.  I swung it open and strode in.

I found him where I had left him, of course, though minus a little
bit more of his sanity.  When I pulled up the mattress to hide him
from outside eyes he sagged and started pathetically thanking me, even
though I was the one who had put him in the situation in the first place.
I untied him and pushed him down to his knees in front of me.  Unzipping
my trousers I presented him with my cock, already rigid after the show
he had put on and in anticipation of what was to follow.

I didn't need to say a word.  Adam lent forward slightly, slipped his lips
around the head and stroked its underside with the tip of his tongue.
He had been a slave for just a few days but already he was remembering
what each of his masters' favourites were.

As Adam worked his magic on my cock, and I must say he had become a
truly gifted cocksucker, I picked up my phone and called for pizza.
Actually that was a lie.  I called Kyle who had been heating up a
supermarket pizza in his kitchen and who owned a hot bag similar to the
ones used for pizza delivery.  All Adam heard was me ordering pizza plus
extras coming to £10.99.

"Slowly," I instructed the boy between my legs.

Ten minutes into the ultimate blow job where I had kept myself on
the edge the whole way the doorbell rang.  I pulled out, stroking the
sensitive end of my cock against Adam's mouth as I did.  That was all
the extra sensation I needed to cum.  My first shot hit him squarely in
the face.  My second splashed over his chest.  My third poured onto his
cock and thighs.

"Pizza!" I announced.  But I didn't move except to hand down a ten
pound note.

Adam looked up at me disbelievingly, squinting slightly as a drop of my
cum threatened to run into his eye.  The door bell rang again.

"Go!" I told him.  "The pizza's getting cold."  I squeezed some more
cum out of my cock and rubbed it into his hair.

He got to his feet and looked down at his cum-splashed body.  "Please.
He's not gym crew.  He doesn't know me."

I pushed him by the shoulder towards the door.  "He will," I told him
with a smirk on my face.  "You're a bit short on the cost of the pizza.
See if you can 'negotiate'."

"Christ, coach.  Please!"  The door bell rang for a third time.

"If he rings a fourth time I'm publishing the web site," I told him and
turned back into the room, closing the door behind me.

I heard him run down the stairs and the door open.  Peering out I saw what
I expected to see.  He had opened the door a crack and was peering through
a six inch gap.  There was the gleam of cum on his hands and in two
long stripes down his arse and the backs of his thighs.  He'd obviously
tried to wipe the cum from his face before opening the door.  I pulled
back from the door so as not to give the game away.  I left it open to
listen, though.

I couldn't hear him clearly but I heard the word "bath" and "a bit short".

Kyle played his part well and made it clear that he couldn't hand over
the pizza for anything less than the full amount but that if Adam wanted
to have a quick look for a pound coin he would be prepared to wait.
On the video camera later I watched as Adam's back blushed redder and
redder over the course of the conversation.  Kyle and I had already
discussed a good approach to take and clearly it worked.

The door opened as Kyle walked in, carrying his pizza hot bag.  Kyle put
the pizza down next to the door and shut it behind him.  He stood with
his back to the door so that as Adam faced him Adam's back was turned
to the stairs and my back room.  They were side on to the camera, but
neither knew they were being taped.

Silently Adam fell to his knees in front of Kyle and reached up to unzip
his fly.  Kyle pulled his trousers and underpants down to his knees
and let his cock hang free directly in front of Adam's face.  Adam lent
forwards and took it in his mouth.  Then his degradation sank to a new
level as he prostituted himself to a total stranger for 99p.

Kyle lasted no longer than I did.  With a loud sigh he pulled his rigid
cock out of Adam's mouth just as he came and sprayed his juices all over
Adam's face.  He was younger than me and managed to keep the pressure up
behind all his squirts.  Shot after shot hit Adam in the face and Adam's
face was coated in the hot, sticky juices.  He had to shut his eyes as
it dripped over his eyebrows and the cum on his cheeks mixed with the
tears squeezed out from his clenched eyelids.  Kyle squeezed his last
few drops out flicking them onto Adam's chest.  Then he wiped his cock
on Adam's shoulder.  Finally he pulled up his trousers and pulled out
a mobile phone to take a picture.

Kyle looked down at Adam.  "Enjoy your pizza," he smirked and left.

I walked down the stairs.  "Stay on your knees," I told Adam sharply as
he moved to get up.

"Blow job for 99p?" I queried.  "Whore."  I spat in his face and he
dropped his head in shame.

I took the pizza into my living room and ordered Adam to crawl after me.
As he crawled a few drops of cum fell from his body and face and landed on
the floor.  He could lick those up later.  I started to eat the pizza,
feeding slices into his mouth as he kneeled between my spread legs,
his hands crossed behind his back and his eyes still shut and the lids
coated with cum.  After a couple of slices I gave my TV remote a squeeze
and a DVD started to play.  It was, of course, one of him being abused.

"Wipe the cum from your eyes," I told him.  "Now lick your fingers clean."
I wanted him to watch the footage.  Horse was fucking him up the arse
with his magnificent cock and his screams came out loud and clear.

"Rub your hands over your face," I told him.  "Get lots of cum on them."

He did this, looking at me puzzled.

"Now stare at the TV and stroke your cock non-stop.  Tell me what you see.
Tell me what it was like.  Stay hard for the whole video, too, but don't
you dare cum without permission."

He began his commentary as he rubbed Kyle's and my cum over his hard dick.
I think he was expecting the video to only last fifteen minutes because
that was how long that particular rape had lasted, but I had strung
several segments together and after half an hour he was starting to lose
control.  After fifteen more minutes he had to break his description to
beg permission to cum.

"And this is where Horse flipped me over to fuck me on my back.  Oh,
god, coach, I've got to cum.  Please let me cum."

I looked up from the paperwork I was finishing and simply nodded back
at the screen.  He restarted his story.

"Horse shoved it in with a single push.  Jeez, that hurt!  Now he's
pumping it.  I thought he was sawing me in half.  Please, you know I
can't hold on much longer."

He was starting to tremble.  I paused the DVD and barked some orders.

"Hands off your cock, now!  Cross your hands behind your back.  Now kneel
over here in front of me."

I presented my cock to his face again, spreading my bare legs wide.

"Lean forwards and play with the end of my cock with the tip of your
tongue only.  Do not let any of the cum on your body get on to me."

I lasted fifteen minutes myself before adding a second coat of my cum to
his face.  Then I had him return to face the TV, I restarted the video
of Horse raping him and told him to reslick his hands and get to work
on his cock.  It had gone soft in the mean time but was back to full
attention in less than a minute.

I wondered how many ejaculations I had left in me, as Adam kept edging
himself as he got more and more covered in cum.

The answer was three.  On my fourth tongue job I had no cum left so I
lifted my legs higher and put my feet on the chair's armrests to have
a rimming from him.  I kept him there a full fifteen minutes to let
his erection seriously subside.  Then I had him lick the cum from the
inside of my legs that had been left there by his cheeks before going
back to stroking himself again.  The fifth time he had to stop I stood
before him and had him give me a tongue bath from the waist down, cock
included of course.  For the sixth time I laid on the ground and had
him kiss and lick my entire torso, again including the cock, but also
having to lick up any drops of cum he dripped on me.

By now he could last less than ten minutes of cock stroking in front of
the video before having to stop.  His eyes were bulging slightly and
there was a frantic look on his face as he knew he was no longer in
control of his body and that the pent up orgasm he so urgently needed
was going to kill him if he didn't manage to let it go.

On the seventh time he had to stop I made him take the usual position,
but this time I tied his hands in place.  Then I tied his ankles and
strung a line between the two and tugged it tight, bending him slightly
backwards, presenting his taut, cum-crusted belly to perfection, his
desperate erection pointing straight up and firmly pressed against it.

Then I produced my secret weapon: a feather.  Slowly, carefully and
deliberately I started to tease his achingly hard cock.  I kept away
from the head which was already swollen beyond anything I had seen from
him before.  Uncontrollable drops of pre-cum were popping up and slowly
running down its sides.  I focused on the lower end of the shaft and
his tightly drawn in balls.  That, and a clear view of any trembles in
his abdomen, was all I needed to keep him right on the edge.

I spent an hour doing this and by the end he was quite incoherent,
incapable of the English language, and truly desperate for relief.  I find
the pathetic whimpers and babbling words quite a turn-on as I reduce a
sentient human being into an animalistic extension of his penis.  I could
have spent forever doing it but at about eleven he got some respite.
My door bell rang again.

I pulled on my joggers and peered through the curtains at whoever was at
my door, pulling them widely enough to give Adam another moment of panic.

Kyle had come back with Greg, a mutual friend and Kyle's senior colleague
at work, also wearing pizza livery and this time carrying a pot of
ice cream.

I undid the knots holding Adam's ankles together and pulled him to
his feet.  I tugged him into the hallway and, holding him in front of
the door, swung it wide open.  Adam nearly fell in shock but I held him
up as he stared out to two strangers, one of whom he had already blown,
and the street beyond them.

"We forgot your ice cream, Sir," Kyle said, "and my manager didn't
believe there was a male whore selling blow jobs for as little as 99p."

"Yes, Adam here should have checked the order," I replied, "but he was
too busy sucking cock.  Please come in."

I tugged a struggling Adam back and waved for them to enter.  They came in
past me and left the door open.  We had agreed that they would shut it if
there had been anyone else on the street, but even so we were working on a
clock here.  Adam's eyes were fixed on the open door and he seemed frozen
to the spot.  The fear of discovery had set his cock drooping again.

"Kyle here thinks we might come to some permanent pizza discount
arrangement with you, Sir," Greg began, "but I have to check that he's
everything I was told."  Greg unzipped his trousers.

Adam stared at him, his eyes bulging with disbelief.  People didn't
behave like this, did they?  They didn't stare calmly at young men naked
except for the cum covering their skin.  They didn't calmly discuss
business deals regarding those young studs in front of them as if they
weren't there.  They didn't demand blow jobs just to check a story.
And they didn't do it in front of an open door where anybody could walk
by and see what was going on.  But it was all happening right now!

I was proud of our ability to act this out without corpsing in helpless
laughter, but the thought of how thoroughly we were fucking with his
mind gave us the determination to play it straight.

Greg walked to Adam's side and turned to face him.  His cock was hard
in anticipation and could be clearly seen in profile from the door.

"Get on your knees," I snapped at Adam.  He turned and dropped down in
front of Greg who wordlessly pressed his cock head past Adam's lips.

Kyle came over to the door to join me, ostensibly to talk terms but in
fact to keep an eye on one half of the street while I checked the other.

"We offer excellent discounts if he can be made available at the end of
shifts," Kyle told me.  "Of course, there'd be many more than two of us.
Would that be a problem?"

We haggled terms for a couple of minutes and the conversation drifted to
the delights of his body.  I was talking them up to get a better deal for
offering him up to the entire staff of a pizza delivery company and Kyle
was talking them down.  Finally Kyle turned to his buddy and asked the
blunt question: "C'mon, blow job score out of ten?  I reckon an eight.
Whatcha think?"

Greg was obviously distracted and lost concentration.  With a shudder
he shot his load into Adam's waiting mouth.  "Nnngggg!! Seven," he
panted out.

Kyle and I shut the front door and turned back to the hall where Greg
eventually a part of Adam's body that was not already slick with cum
to wipe his cock clean.  Finally he stuck it back in Adam's mouth.
"Lick it clean, boy."

"Do you deliver?" Greg asked me, gesturing down at Adam, as he pulled
his cock out.

"Hmmm.  Could be a bit tricky, moving a naked boy round in a pizza van,"
I answered.  "Let's talk logistics in the kitchen."

We moved to the back of my house and into my kitchen.  "Lie on the table,"
I told Adam.  Quickly I produced some lengths of cord and tied his legs
and arms to the table's legs.  I pushed a dish cloth into his mouth.

"Ice cream?" I asked them.

After the time spent with Greg's blow job, the ice cream had softened
to the point where we could easily scoop out mouthfuls with spoons.

As we talked about the logistics of a tied up naked man in the back
of a pizza van offering blow jobs to delivery men and customers alike
I started to tease his cock again.  Once again I brought him to the
edge of cumming only to stop.  This time, however, to add to the hurt I
brought a spoon of ice cream to his swollen dick head to cool it down.
The sudden change in sensation was exquisite torture to the bound stud who
started twisting and bucking on the table as he screamed through his gag.

Greg and Kyle each dropped scoops of ice cream on to his body and started
to slide them around, letting them melt and mix in with the drying cum.

Once he had gone soft again and his chilled cock had shrunk to as small
a size as I had ever seen it, we changed places round the table and
Greg started teasing Adam's cock.  This time we tied a cloth over his
eyes too.  By the time Greg was ready to cool Adam's cock we were on
the last of the ice cream and we simply dribbled the chill liquid left
at the bottom of the tub straight on to Adam's piss slit.

Kyle started and soon got him hard again and as Adam bucked Greg and I
ran ice cubes over his nipples.

Kyle was an expert and this was going to last.  I fetched my camera from
the hall, and changed tape.  I started recording and finally took the
blindfold and gag from Adam, gesturing Greg away as I pushed a bar of
chocolate into his mouth.  "You may not bite," I told him.

"Name of piece, 'Sex and Chocolate'," I intoned into the microphone,
"submitted to the college staff arts prize for consideration by the
panel."

Adam stared at me, wide eyed, his disbelief and horror at his situation
reaching new levels.

"The piece focuses on a number of interactions between these two
pleasures.  At the outermost layer we have the mixing of melted chocolate
ice cream and human sperm."  I let the camera run over his abs where
the two fluids were best mixed.

"But also in the piece is the concept of denial of pleasure.  The perfect
muscle tone of the model, Adam Lomas, indicates that he does not
overindulge in chocolate or similar guilty pleasures at all."

I panned down to his quivering cock and Kyle moved away for a moment.

"Similarly, the trembling cock shows the awareness of the pleasure of
orgasm but its denial to the helplessly bound model."

I moved the shot slowly back up his body, taking in the pool formed in
his navel and the slight rivering down his abdominal crease and between
his pecs.

Kyle moved back to his cock, rolling a wine cork to the base of Adam's
cock, holding it up at thirty degrees from his body and giving him access
to all sides of Adam's cock without having to use a hand holding it.

Finally I settled on his face, capturing the despair perfectly.

"And at the opposite end of the torso we have the head.  The chocolate
bar in the mouth marks the self-denial.  The drool pouring out of his
mouth on either side proves that he is still only human and his body's
responses are still active but are being frustrated.

"And at the very top we have the eyes, windows to the soul.  We see here
the true toll of self-denial."

I backed away from the table to take in the whole scene in profile.
I used my spare hand to give Kyle a count down as the cock would appear
in camera.

Kyle gave his one last stroke and just as the camera took in the entire
length of Adam's body from head to the base of his raised cock he came.
I'd been teasing him non-stop for hours and it showed.  The cum shot out
of his cock in a thick arc from his cock to his face.  His body lifted
itself up in a matching curve in the ecstacy of release, supported at
his knees at the edge of the table and his shoulders near the other end,
and every muscle in between tensed for perfect resolution.  His mouth
snapped down on the chocolate bar, shattering it just as the cum hit
his face.  He dropped to the table with a thud just as his cock shot
its second load, splashing at the base of his pecs and leaving a second
trail running up his centre.  The third shot landed on his upper abs and
the fourth shot splashed the lower ones.  I zoomed in on his cock as it
started to pump out splash after splash falling below his elevated cock
to hit his pubic region and pool around his navel.

After it calmed down I slowly panned back up his body, following the cum
trails up to his face where lingered on the mix of ice cum, chocolate
and tears.  His eyes stared up through the viewfinder, first showing anger
and hatred but as I kept shooting, clearly not caring what he thought,
the face softened into resignation and surrender.

"And cut!"

Greg approached me apologetically.  "Now that Kyle's gone and spoilt
the teasing," he said, "how about we try some milking?"

I smiled in agreement.

"Deal.  And Kyle," I turned to his junior partner, "for fucking up you
pay a forfeit too.  You're going to bring him on with your mouth."

"And naked," Greg added.

Kyle stripped off slowly.  Normally he would have felt no shyness at all
given the fine state of his body, but compared to Adam's cum-splattered
perfection we were all inadequate.

He crouched down at the end of the table in front of Adam's tied thighs
and lent forwards to begin his work.  Starting by licking Adam's balls
he moved up the cock shaft and was soon exciting Adam's cock head again.

Greg pulled out a camera and started taking shots of Kyle licking another
man's cock.  "Embarrassing photos are currency back at the office,"
he told me.  "This is going to free me from a whole bunch of chores."

After about fifteen minutes of tongue teasing Adam was ready to shoot
again.  Greg stood poised with his still camera and I ran the video
camera and we got Adam's second shoot of the night.

And twenty minutes later we got the third.  Then Greg and Kyle made a
bet whether Kyle could get the next shot in under thirty minutes.

The fourth took thirty three minutes.  Kyle did not look happy.

In the early hours of the morning Adam twitched with a painful orgasm
as he dry shot one last time.

"He's empty," Kyle told us as he stood up, stretching to relieve the
pain of bending down for so long.  He was sporting a huge boner, though,
and almost as soon as he walked to the other end of the table he shot
another load onto Adam's face.

Greg and I stripped off too and moved to the sides of his face and began
to wank.

I'm no fan of audiences but a competitive streak took hold of me and
Greg and we raced to cum onto him.  I won, beating Greg by fewer than
fifteen seconds.

I took a whole series of photos of Adam's pathetic body, covered in sweat,
cum, ice cream and chocolate.  Then I set up the video camera on a tripod
for one last scene.

The three of us sat on one side of the table with the camera on the other.
Then we started scraping up the wretched mixture from his body and fed
it into his mouth.

Finally we finished just as the camera started to flash that it was
running out of tape.

"We need showers," I told the naked men around me.

I'll not recount the fun we had upstairs, but it was a set of three clean,
fully clothed and very happy men that left my house in the hours before
dawn.  We took with us a filthy, naked, utterly miserable young man and
tossed him in the back of Greg's van.  We tied a hood over his head,
though, so he couldn't see the non-pizza livery on the van and didn't
know who might be able to see him as we stood him out on the street for
as long as we dared.

We dumped him in the lay-by opposite his window and Greg drove us away
before he had a chance to untie and pull off the hood.  I pulled out
my mobile and gave Security a call.  Apparently another prank with Adam
Lomas had got out of hand.