Forced to Wank on the Overnight Train - Part Four
I now seemed to be in a worse position than before, as I had achieved nothing but was now cold, wet, and covered in cum. I crept back along the corridor hiding my cock and balls with my hand, seeking the sanctuary of the toilet cubicle, so I could ponder what I should do next. I could see the 'Vacant' sign as I approached it, so breathing a sigh of relief, opened the door and stepped in. But before I could close and lock the door someone put their foot in the gap, and then pushed the door hard to force their way in. This caused me to go flying to the floor, ending up sprawled on my back between the toilet bowl and the sink unit.
Collecting myself, I looked up, and found myself facing the man from my cabin, who had set me off on my evening's humiliation.
"You bastard," I complained "look at the state I am in." And his eyes took in the sight before him, me, a grown man, older than him, naked, shivering with the cold, with cum matted in my pubes and chest hair, my uncut cock and balls on display. He smirked, and his hand moved to his fly.
"You have two choices" he said. "You can either let me do what I am going to do and I might let you go, or you can resist and this humiliation will go on a lot longer."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. But he merely repeated his statement. As he stood over me I realised I really was in no position to argue so, feeling there was no way out, I nodded my head in submission. "Now shut your eyes" he commanded, adding "I've been saving this up for you". I closed my eyes and heard the sound of him unbuttoning his fly.
Then I started to feel warm liquid on my skin. I couldn't help myself, I opened my eyes a fraction to take a sneaky peek at his cock, to see if it was as impressive as I had suspected when I had seen him in the dining car those few hours previously. My eyes fully opened as I saw his large dick and balls poking out through his fly and hoist over his briefs, with him skinning back his uncut cock head slightly to let the piss flow freely onto me. But I wasn't able to admire him for long as he caught me looking.
"I told you to keep your eyes shut," he shouted at me "Now you'll pay. Open your mouth." How stupid was I for thinking I could get away with disobeying him and looking at his cock? He directed a stream of piss onto my face and into my mouth. I was left with no choice but to swallow it down as it filled my mouth. How humiliating, to be drinking this man's piss. And what a taste. I tried to block my mind to the idea of what I was swallowing down. I closed my eyes tightly as the warm liquid soaked my face and hair, going up my nose and causing me to struggle to breathe, before he then hosed down my hairy chest towards my treasure trail leading to my pubes and dick. He then started aiming his powerful stream against my penis, right onto the head of my cock, the vibrations setting my cock swelling, while he looked down at me and kept on pissing. He must have had a lot to drink...
"I see you're enjoying this" he said, watching my dick rising up from the effect of the pulsating shower of piss against it, "I knew you would from the first minute I saw you. Now open your eyes and look at yourself". As I opened my eyes he had finished pissing and had put his dick back in its fly, so I only had a brief memory of its thickness and the dark hair around his balls and cock. But it would stay in my mind. Drained of all his piss he surveyed his handiwork. I sat in a pool of urine, hair matted, my mouth with a strange acrid taste in it, my cock head poking out of my plumped up penis, unable to comprehend how things had gone so badly wrong for me.
He then pulled out his smartphone from his pocket and said "Your turn now - time to put on a show for the online world. And if you don't cover your whole body and swallow down your own piss then things will only get worse for you."
"Please, no" I begged him. But he wasn't to be swayed. He trained his smartphone on my body and waited for me to begin pissing on camera. The thought of people online seeing me, with my face visible, pissing over myself, horrified me and I became really pee-shy, unable to get a stream of piss flowing. He smirked once more, looking at me lying there desperately trying to piss over myself, holding my rapidly shrinking penis in my hand. Finally, despite my humiliation, I managed to get a stream of piss flowing, and my penis grew in my hand. I watched the piss arc out of my penis and directed it to my mouth, where I drank it down, gulping it in to obey his order, trying not to think about what I was doing and the strange taste of it, watching the camera as it recorded my debasement. I then directed the stream over my body, and as I did so, he opened the cubicle door and stepped out, holding the door open with his foot and keeping his smartphone trained on me. This set my heart beating faster, as I was now pissing on myself while anyone in the carriage could walk past and see me. But I kept on pissing, aiming the flow up and down my chest, feeling it spray against my sensitive nipples and pooling in my belly button.
Eventually the flow ceased. He looked at me from the corridor and smiled. "You piss slut. I bet you'll watch yourself on Xtube!" and then walked away. I sat there, unsure whether he was going to return and what I should do next.
After a few minutes I came to my senses and locked the door. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror - I was in a sorry state. So I tried to clean myself down a bit. Not easy when all you've got in the toilet cubicle is a tiny sink, a hot tap which delivers only scorching water, and just a roller towel to dry yourself with. But I did my best to wash the piss off of me, even though I had no idea if he had anything worse in store for me. I considered making a dash for it while he was gone, but as that hadn't worked out so well last time I tried it, I stayed in the toilet, drying myself as best I could.
After some time, I started to pluck up the courage to open the door again. Why had he left me alone? I was very suspicious. But this time I did what I should have done when I was first pushed out into the corridor. I crept along with my hands cupping my cock and balls, and knocked on the door of the cabin attendant. She was a bit surprised to see a naked man at her door, but I told her that my cabin-mate must have locked me out for snoring when I popped out to the toilet, and asked if there were any other free beds that I could take instead. My imploring look and my state of undress must have made her amenable to the request, and my luck was finally in. She showed me to an empty cabin and I lay down to sleep, wondering what would happen to me next...
This is the fourth part of my first story, so I would welcome any comments or suggestions. It turns me on to know if you have been wanking to this story, so please email me.
Please let me know 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 three parts - I have tried to take some of the ideas on board.