How We Met

****************************************** This is part one of how we met. ****************************************** comments to sharper@inorbit.com ******************************************

You put your hand between my legs and squeezed my balls and smiled.

• What are you smiling about? - I said - that hurt you didnt it boy? said the man with the droopy eye - yes it did. - now kneel, he commanded

I did as I was bid. My eyes were in line with his prik which was behind his rather dirty underpants. I could identify cum stains and urine patches amongst the grime. He put his hand behind my head and pushed my face into his groin. The smell made me want to puke.

• smell that boy. like that smell do ya? - yes sir, I said - dont seem too sure... - no Sir, I am sir, I said, his cloth covered balls pressing into my mouth.

The hand cuffs were digging into my wrists slightly. How had I got into this situation? I didnt even like dirty sex officially. A cute guy in Ye Dungeon tied me up and I tht I'd get him but once he had finished tying he slapped me on the face with a look of pleased seriousness and walked off into the gloom. Then this smelly guy had walked up and started onto me. I wasn't really prepared but I didnt want to draw attention to myself by saying anything. I looked him up and down and wished there was some dignified way to remove myself. I struggled to try and release my hands and make a swift exit but the guy, who was taller than me, approached quite quickly, smiled and put his hand over my face. He pushed two thick fingers into my mouth and started feeling around my mouth - like I was a horse or something. I quite liked it. He was quite stocky, thick black hair covered his chest in varying concentrations and went over his shoulders. He had a droopy eye, like I said, which watered slightly, but the other eye was fine.

Keeping his hand in my mouth he pushed his other hand round me and pulled my body up against his. His mouth went up against my ear and whispered something.

• mnghSorry? I said, with difficulty, through his fingers. mnghPardon? - You're mine, cunt. - Oh, I said, thinking 'I was afraid of that'.

Then he drew back, made a sipping noise with his lips, leaned towards my left eye and spat a gob into it. So now I couldn't really see because one eye was clogged up and the other sort of half closed in sympathy. I thought I'd got somebody who would give me a rotten time which I wouldn't enjoy very much and then leave me covered in marks, pissed off and tired so I wouldn't be able to do anything enjoyable for several days afterwards. It made me pissed just thinking about it but with his hand in my mouth, his spit in my eye, my hands tied behind my back and being in a slightly crowded dark Ye Dungeon, my best hope was that he would get distracted by someone else, that another person would come over and take pity on my sorry situation and release me so I could go home p.h. have a shower and get some sleep. I was disillusioned by this Ye Dungeon business.

He was looking at me with a slight smile. He took his hand out of my mouth and went behind me from where he put his hand back in my mouth and the other his worked up into my ass crack. A finger worked roughly into my asshole. Thats all I needed - the brute. His hand left my mouth and rubbed down my chest. I hadnt been able to swallow so a whole load of my spittle ran dwon my face and followed his hand. Thus lubricated, he started caressing my dick and balls. Quite gently actually. He probed between my legs and gently stroked me there. His finger left my hole and that hand started to cup, stroke and fondle my ass cheeks. Now that I didnt have to look at his face it was quite nice, in fact.

• Like that ass... Like that yeh?

I couldn't disagree that I was receiving a certain amount of pleasure. My eye had sort of cleared and my asshole was puckering up again the way it should be.

• Thank you Sir, I murmered. - Wassthat? - I said thank you Sir.

Was that too loud? I think everyone heard. He gave me a little pat on the bottom and walked off.

But I'd got a hardon. I was on heat. I wanted seeing to. Where was he? The room was in darkness, the men were ignoring me like I wasn't this piece of meat tied up, gagging for it and plainly available and unable to resist any kind of abuse or advance. What was up with them? I started to wonder if I was trapped in one of my horrendously dissapointing dreams again - where I'm on heat but nobody will have sex with me. I wished now that I had bitten his fingers when I had the chance. That would have put the cat amongst the dream chickens. To this day I don't know why no one came up to investigate me. Perhaps I didnt look very cute and adorable. I was as hard as hell though and I didn't care too much how much anyone saw it. Then the lights came on and I couldn't see anything at all, even through half closed eyelids. I'd never stayed at the Ye Dungeon til lights out before. Goodness it was bright.

Like phantoms the various stragglers at the club either wandered towards the coatcheck, or proceeded with their lustful activities. I watched each of them finally finish and go but nobody reacted at all to me - except that I suppose one or two did steal a glance in my direction. At long last there was just me and the barman - I could hear him clearing up behind me.

• We've got to go now, I heard him say. - Righteeo, said another older voice immediately behind my ear.

I hadn't realised that there was anybody there and now I felt the incredible relief as the hands of the man with the droopy eye caressed smoothly around my body, stroking my cooled skin, gently feeling my nipples, toying with my cock - which assumed its previous upright position - and, finally, his hands went back, one into my mouth and the other between my asscheeks.

• Are you ready there then? He whispered, poking my hole gently with his finger in time to the words. He removed his hand from my mouth just far enough for me to speak.

• Yes.. I suppose so ... Sir

I didn't think I should be too enthusiastic until I had got my hands free and I could establish just what exactly he had in mind for me. It was a usual work day tomorrow and I had wanted to go to the gym first thing. I could sense my entire workaday routine going to pot. It was almost annoying. Almost irritating. Almost.

I felt him untying my hands and they fell down, suddenly aching. Suddenly incredibly tired, I drooped slightly.

• Here's your things. Put them on.

My jeans and stuff landed with a thump in front of me. He must have pinched my coat-check ticket out from my sock....when? I knelt down and took my boots off so that I could put my jeans on easily.

• You're taking your time. Are you into this or do you just want to go home? - No. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I wont be long. I'm hurrying as fast as I can.

Now why did I say it like that? Like I was full of enthusiasm? I suppose, I must have got my hardon coming on when I was touched and going away again and then coming back when he touched me again, or spoke, and I was, I suppose, up for something to happen. I was aroused. I could have just gone home and wanked myself to sleep, but I was aroused and I wanted something to happen to me. I was driven by a whole load of motivations to have a genuine experience rather than some day to day orgasm like you might get just by using your imagination. I was aroused. I stared at my bootlaces in order to concentrate on tying them. It was difficult to think. I tried to make a plan - sketch out some intentions in my head. I couldn't make any progress in this direction. I picked up my shirt and was about to stand when his booted foot appeared in front of me.

• Don't put that on, boy. No more time. Now stand and get out that door. Hurry, the place is closing up.

He spoke normally. I stood up and glanced at him before turning sharply and trotting out. I hardly looked at him. I didn't have to. I knew what to expect. He was horrible. I wouldnt want anyone to know I was sleeping with him, I thought to myself. Geezzz, I must have been on heat because as I walked my prik rubbed against the material of my jeans roughly, and it ached like it had been hard for just about hours.

Outside in the cold he walked ahead of me towards his car. It was a red saloon, like a Mondeo or something. This is so undignified, I'm going off to a chintzy flat in some creepy 70's housing estate probably, I thought. A slight breeze swept my chest and I crossed my arms. I went to the passenger door of the car and stood there waiting for it to be unlocked. He fumbled with his keys. Wearing a cruddy sleeveless leather jacket over a blue shirt, unbuttoned to reveal an uninspiring chest sporting a single nipple ring. There was that black body hair again. His trousers were real bikers thick shiny old leather with a blet buckle that looked like an american eagle... cliche city.

• Get in.

Best not to make conversation, I opened the door and got in. The vinyl seats stuck to my back at once. He started fiddling with the keys at the steering column. He was breathing heavily. He was always breathing heavily, in fact. His legs seemed to be a bit cramped, making the key business all the more awkward. Finally the engine was started and he put the heating on. Thank goodness. I was cold. I had been shivering in fact.

• Cold? He said - A bit. I'm fine. Thanks. - Open the glove compartment.

I did so. A little light came on and I could see a copy of a novel with the picture of a space craft on the front. A large red planet behind it and an explosion near the title 'Star Shine Trilogy 2: MarsRise'. Hmm. I like books with pictures of space craft and explosions on the cover.

• There's some handcuffs in there. I want you to put them on. Cool with that? - I... - Get them out. I felt around and got them.

• Got them? - Yes. - Got the key? - No... - The keys are in there somewhere. I felt around and this time I didn't get anywhere.

• I cant seem to find them... Sir, I said.

He reached his hand over and rootled about. He must have found them. He dropped them with a little tinkle between my legs and then seemed to have an idea. He grabbed my chin roughly and pulled my face towards his and kissed me. His mouth tasted... sweet. Marvellous, like very very clean sweet water. I was amazed and immediately stuck my tounge out to taste some more of his marvellous mouth. His toungue played with mine. He was delicious. I closed my eyes and dug my toungue in as far as I could.

• You like that boy, he said. - Yes Sir!

He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

• Good. Boy. Get down there.

His legs eased apart slightly indicating what he meant, then he put his hand behind my neck and pushed my face towards his crotch. I almost fell forward and my nose hit the leather bulge of his trousers with a bump. I lay there and didn't move. It was an extremely uncomfortable position - but I felt oddly enthusiastic... I wanted to get his dick out. Pushing my head against the steering wheel, I manoevered my fingers up to the Eagle belt buckle and forced it open. Then I awkwardly prised each fly button open. He was holding his stomach in to help me. He had a jock strap on and his prick was pulsating quietly beneath. I was about to get it out when he stopped me with one hand by pushing my face in to his crotch harder.

Difficult as it was, he started the engine, engaged the gear and drove off. My head, occassionally bumped and lurched with the movement of the car. I couldn't see anything at all except his body immediately in front of me, but my lips were pressing most of the time into his cock which was kinda hard kinda soft at the same time. I got to know that little patch of territory very well in the next few minutes but my thoughts started to take on a flavour of self pity. I remembered that cute guy who had tied me up at Ye Dungeon. I remembered all the cute guys who I hadn't had sex with. 'Why oh why does it always end up like this?' I asked myself. 'Why oh why do I always end up with the most patently ugly old troll in the room when there are cute little guys as cute and horny as I am gagging for a rollicking good time but dont come forward? They dont approach me, they dont want to have sex with me, they dont even seem to like me. What have I done to deserve this incredible level of humiliation in my life? Even when some one cute like this guy who tied me up tonight comes over and smiles, it turns out he has been put up to it. Why oh why didn't he want to sleep with me and be my boyfriend and live with me for ever and ever in a little flat near the gay area of town with a pet labrador?'

And so it goes on. But at traffic-lights my Master - I suppose he is - stroked my hair or pushed a finger down my behind or patted my back and said things like 'That's a good boy' until I started to lick his bulging prik and inhale his smell.

****************************************** This is part one of how we met. ****************************************** comments to sharper@inorbit.com ******************************************