Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train - Part Two
I didn't think I could get any more humiliated. There I was, naked, having been forced to cum in front of complete strangers who could see me from the station platform, and then having to lick up my own semen. But I was wrong. As I turned back round the man sharing my cabin opened the door and gave me a push on the back, forcing me out into the corridor. With a statement of "Get out of my cabin" he slammed the door shut and locked it. I was now naked in the bright fluorescent lights of the corridor, where anyone returning to their cabin could find me.
I wasn't totally shy but I would never dream of being found naked by other people in a train corridor. In the gym changing room I was one of those people who would quickly strip off their boxer briefs to put on my kit, rather than standing around with my cock and balls on display, like some people seemed to, flopping their dicks back and forth. And now, naked under the tube lighting of the corridor, placing my hands in front of my pubes and cock, I was not feeling very confident.
There was clearly no way he was going to let me back into the cabin so I cautiously made my way to the end of the carriage where the toilets were. Luckily the men's cubicle was vacant so I stepped inside to formulate my plan. I washed my hands to get rid of the drying cum and then stuck my cock in the wash basin and slicked back my foreskin to clean the cum from under there. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my pert nipples and lightly hairy chest with hair leading down to my belly button, before my treasure trail led down to my dark bush of pubes and my uncut cock with its pair of well-proportioned balls, I thought that if I was finding anyone but me naked like this, it would be quite a turn-on. With the tables were turned like this, though, I felt totally ill at ease.
I then came up with my plan. I needed to find some clothes to wear. So I would go along and find a cabin with some clothes in and would take them, just until I could find someone in authority and get some help. So, shielding my modesty, I opened the toilet door and headed into the next carriage, alert to any sounds of people coming or going.
The first two cabins I tried were locked, and although the door to the next cabin opened, when I stuck my head around the door I could see someone sleeping but there were no clothes accessible - they must have tidied everything away before going to sleep. I struck lucky with the next cabin. A young couple, about 19 or so, were entwined asleep on the bottom bunk, and there was a pair of white briefs strewn on the floor, and a Berghaus Goretex jacket hanging on the hanger against the cabin wall. I darted in and retrieved both items. The white briefs had clearly been worn until recently - they were still warm, and had a visible pouch shape to them from supporting the guy's cock and balls. But now was not a time to be fussy, so I stepped into them and pulled them up over my athletic legs. They were probably two sizes too small, but I persevered and got them up to my hips so that they covered my dick, even if most of my pubes were still on display. I put the jacket over my shoulders and edged out of the cabin, clicking the door shut as quietly as I could.
I then set off down the corridor, and seeing a door to a store room of some sort, opened it and stepped inside. It was lined with bars and clasps, presumably for the safe storage of the breakfast trolleys which were still to be loaded. I crouched down slightly to peer out of the window and look at the view, steeling myself to go and find the cabin attendant, and I noticed it had started to rain. The train creaked and clacked around me. Then suddenly I felt material sliding around my wrists and I was dragged backwards to the wall, the mountain jacket falling from my shoulders.
I turned to confront an angry young man "What the fuck do you think you are doing, stealing my jacket? It took weeks of holiday job money to save up for it. And what the fuck are you doing in my briefs - are you a thief or a pervert?" The young man was standing there wearing only a pair of low- rise jeans, which he must have pulled on after he saw me leave his cabin. He had a smooth, defined chest with the hint of a six pack, and muscly arms. I guessed he must have been a climber, from his toned body. And I could see his dark blond treasure trail leading into the top of his pubes which were visible above the sagging jeans. I noticed that his feet were bare.
And now I felt very exposed, attached by cord to the wall, wearing only his tight white briefs, as he pulled his jacket away from the floor beneath me. I started to stammer "I'm so sorry..." but he was having none of it, saying "Now give me my fucking briefs back". And with that he reached forward to both sides of my hips and started to peel them off. The sensation of this half-naked young man's touch on my skin was electric, and that, combined with the forced exhibitionism of him stripping me naked, meant that as he peeled the skimpy material down my legs and my cock came into view, it started to fill out and rise up.
"God, you really are some sort of pervert, aren't you", he said, "well maybe I should treat you as the pervert that you are before I get back to my girlfriend in the cabin". And with that he started to undo the button flies on his jeans, revealing more of his pubes and then his thick, meaty cock. I stood there, mesmerised, with my own dick growing harder and harder despite my complete lack of control of the situation, my hands tied behind my back, defenceless to resist whatever he might do to me.
His jeans slid to the floor and he stepped out of them, so I could see the blond hairs on his muscular legs, and then on, upwards, to his semi erect penis, its head starting to show itself through his lovely foreskin. "Get on your knees old man", he ordered, pushing me down on my shoulders so I toppled forward onto my knees, unable to steady myself, my head ending up in his crotch. I could smell his manly, sweaty scent from his day's exertions as he ordered me again "Open your mouth, and do this well or I'll really make you regret it". Unable to resist, I followed his command, and he slid his dick into my mouth, keeping going deeper until I was starting to gag, and I could feel my nose against his pubes. He then held my head and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, using it as a hole to serve his needs. I started to work my mouth up and down his cock as he pushed it in and out, teasing around the sensitive head with my tongue, tasting the tanginess of his secretions. I felt its throbbing hardness around my lips. It was a beautiful penis on a beautiful body, about 6" long and with two lovely balls that as he pulled out I was able to suck and tease. I was completely lost in the moment, licking around his balls as he rubbed his hard cock across my face, leaving a trail of precum on my forehead.
I could see his muscles starting to tense and he stepped back and took his cock in his right hand, wanking the skin up and down the sensitive head. The scene in front of him, me kneeling, and the power he had over me, took him over the edge, and he spurted his cum onto me, onto my chest, then up over my face, on my lips and into my hair, then down onto my stomach and pubes. It was quite a teen load. And with my hands bound behind me, my hard cock could only strain, fully erect at my humiliation at the hands of this sexy youth. He pushed his wilting dick towards me and said "Lick it clean". And I did, tasting his cum and sweat. He then pushed his fingers into my mouth and got me to lick his cum off of them too.
He then stepped back, and put on the white briefs that I had worn, and pulled back on his low-rise jeans, before grabbing his Berghaus jacket and heading for the door. "Please don't leave me like this" I pleaded, but he just laughed, looking at my throbbing cock, and said "You fucking pervert, let's see who will find you like that!" before stepping out the door back into the train corridor, leaving me tied up, naked, erect, and covered in his cum. I must have looked a freakish sight. My arousal and excitement started to turn to trepidation as his words sunk home. Who would find me, and how could I explain this?
This is the second part of my first story, so I would welcome any comments or suggestions. Should I write any more? Please let me know what turns you on, where you think I should take the story, and what should happen to the characters. My email address is jr75_xxx@yahoo.co.uk
Thanks to all those who wrote in response to the first part - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board.