If I Could Only Remember It Copyright 2009 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal, [ask yourself why you are living there and] exit now.
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.
A light came on suddenly; I didn't know where I was or how I got there. The only think I remember was that taxi driver telling me this was the hottest place in town for someone dressed as I was in leather. He seemed to know what he was talking about and since I had never been there before it sounded good to me.
The bar, if it was actually a bar, was in the basement of a house and I had to enter through a door in the back. There were a few guys there, all dressed in leather, drinking.
"What'll you have, Mac?" the bartender asked as I approached.
There must have been a dozen signs around the place all saying "Bud" so I figured they would have it. "Give me a Bud," I said.
A moment later I had a cold one in my hand and the $5 I had left on the bar had disappeared, since no change seemed to come back I decided that this wasn't going to be a cheap evening. The other people in the room seemed to be ignoring me completely so I walked over to a wall where there were a number of drawings displayed. All of the subjects in the drawings were hunky and extremely well endowed. A closer look said that they were done by "Tom of Finland".
"Like what you see?"
I must have jumped a bit, I hadn't this lovely hunk walk up, at first glance he looked like he had just come out of those drawings.
"Ah-h, yes," I said trying not to sound like a hick despite the fact that I really was.
"He drew those right here at that table," he said pointing to a booth along the wall. "They are unique, they have never appeared in any books or anywhere else."
I nodded, still trying to keep from making a fool of myself in front of this living God.
"I don't remember seeing you here before."
"I just got into town today, I have a job on one of the oil platforms out there in the gulf that starts next week and I decided to get here a bit early and see the sights."
"And have you liked the sights you've seen?"
I took a deep gulp of my beer while I tried to put my words together.
"Uh, well it was already dark when I got settled in my hotel room as I just went out for a bit to eat and then this taxi driver suggested that I would like this place."
He looked me over again, undressing me with his eyes. Now I'm not little boy myself, I've been working in the oil fields for several years. I'm 26 years and 6'2" and weigh close to 200 pounds; I keep my blond hair cut short and was wearing a tight black T-shirt under my leather jacket that showed off my physique to my best advantage. Still he towered over me by at least six inches and he looked like he spent all his time in the gym, he was magnificent.
"It looks like you could use a refill," he said looking at my almost empty bottle. "This one's on me."
He worked his way to the bar and a minute later returned with two fresh beers.
"Here's mud in your eye," he said with a smile.
We both took a deep drink. I sat my bottle on the table and suddenly felt a bit dizzy. I think I said something but I don't remember for sure. The next thing I remember was the bright light.
I was sitting on concrete and it was cold, my arms were pulled out away from my sides and seemed to be attached to the wall I was leaning against. I tried to pull my feet up only to find that they were locked in place as well. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light I could see that I saw completely naked.
"Hey, what's going on here?" I shouted.
Silence.
"Come on, you can't keep me like this!"
Silence.
I pulled on my arms and legs but none of the chains holding me gave at all, but I did hear the sound of chains bouncing around as I struggled. I shouted a couple more times, but all I got in reply was silence. Fear started to well up in me, no one knew where I was and they wouldn't even begin to look for me for at least a week. And then to add to that I really needed to piss.
I heard a door open and two guys entered the room where I was held. Both of them were dressed in black leather pants, black body harnesses and black leather hoods. Now I was really scared, but my cock seemed to have a mind of it's own as it stood up from my crotch.
"Look at that," one of them said, "it looks like our playmate is happy to see us." Then he laughed deeply.
"Let me loose, you can't keep me like this," I said loudly, a lot more bravely than I actually felt.
Both of them laughed this time.
"Oh, and what are you going to do about it?" one of them asked.
Once again both of them laughed.
"You are ours to do with as we feel for as long as we want and since there isn't anything you can do about it I suggest that you just shut your mouth until someone tells you to open it."
"It looks like he needs a drink and something to ear," the larger of my captors said. He stepped in front of me and pulled open his codpiece. The cock that appeared before my eyes was at least ten inches long and two inches thick. He took his hand and began to slap me across the face with this monster. At the same time it continued to grow so that by the time it was fully erect it was at least 12 inches long.
There were times when I would have been terribly excited by that massive tool, but at the moment I was more than beyond scared, except for my cock which was still standing straight and tall.
"Open wide," the man in front of me said as he pressed the purple mushroom of that massive cock against my lips. When I tried to keep my mouth closed and deny his entry he pressed his fingers against my jaw and forced it open. "If I feel even a single tooth against my cock I will bust out every tooth in your mouth."
The massive member filled my mouth much like an apple would fill the mouth of a pig on a spit. My jaw already started to ache from having to open my mouth so far to admit the monster.
"You had better start working up a whole lot of spit because you are going to take every inch of this thing before I'm finished with you."
"Yeah, and his is the little one around here," the other said with a evil laugh.
If this was the smaller of them how was I ever going to survive this?
He pressed forward, pushing a couple of inches of the huge cock into my mouth, in short order the cockhead was pressing against the opening to my throat.
"You'd better start swallowing cock little boy or I'm going to just force my way in and if something tears it tears."
I took a deep breath and tried to swallow the massive piece of male meat into my throat. Slowly my throat muscle relaxed a bit and I felt the cockhead push into my throat. If I had had my hands free I know that I could felt that massive invader from the outside. He continued to push more and more of the cockshaft into my throat and then he held it there for a bit, only pulling back when I was about to black out from lack of oxygen.
When he had pulled back enough that I could breathe I took a couple of deep breaths before he pushed back inside me. This time my throat opened a bit more easily this time and he managed to get a couple more inches of the invader inside me before he again pulled back to allow me to take a breath or two.
"Okay, little boy, this time I'm not going to stop until my pubic hair is right up against your lips, and if that means you die, you die, I don't really give a fuck."
He started again, my throat opened almost willingly and the enormous man-tool buried itself deep inside me. He grunted a couple more times and his balls bounced against my chin. I'd managed to take it, now if only he will pull back and allow me to draw breath. He did, but I was on the verge of unconsciousness by the time he had pulled back enough for me to breathe. Twice more he buried himself into me, each time it was easier, but I never felt that it was easy.
"Okay cocksucker, now I'm going to drop my first load into your mouth and you had better not allow even a drop of escape. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head since with his cockhead in my mouth there was no way I could speak.
He ran his hand up and down the shaft that was still slick from my throat and then the first blast of hot man-juice splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. A second and then a third blast followed the first one. His orgasm started to subside, I'd done it. Now maybe he would pull his tool from my mouth and maybe even release me.
Boy was I wrong.
"I've got something else for you here too," he said with that evil laugh and then he released his bladder. A flood of urine poured into my mouth and forced it's way down my throat, the now stretched muscles unable to prevent it from pouring down my throat and into my stomach.
I was sure I was going to vomit, while I had swallowed cum many times just the thought of swallowing piss made me feel like I was going to throw up.
"And you had better not throw up," the other one said. "If you do you are going to lick it up off the floor -- that was a gift from your new Master and a slave never refuses away anything his Master gives him."
I fought off the urge to vomit. What else would these two leather clad giants inflict on my helpless body? It didn't take very long to find out. The pushed a small padded table up in front of me and then each of them released a wrist and before I could even try to pull away they had me up and face down on the table where they locked my wrists under it. Since my ankles were still chained to the floor my ass was bent over the edge of the table while my head hung over the other end.
Next one of them wrapped something around my nut-sac very tight and then hung a weight from it.
"How much do you think you can take before they are pulled off?" my tormentor said as he shoved the weight so that it swung back and forth adding to the pain I was feeling. Would they really try to pull them off?
Now a hand started feeling the globes of my exposed ass, after a bit he pulled the cheeks apart and began pressing against the rosebud of my anal opening; suddenly a finger pressed forward, bursting past the sphincter muscle and into my rectum.
"He's nice and tight," he said as he worked a second finger in beside the first one. After what felt like forever but was in all probability less than a minute he removed then and my asshole at once felt empty. Without even thinking about it I wiggled my ass upward toward the withdrawn fingers.
"He wants it, look at that," he said with a laugh.
"Yeah, but look at your fingers, they are covered with slave slime."
"That's easy enough to solve," he said. A moment later the two fingers that had just been up my ass were there in front of my face. "Clean that shit off my fingers, slave," he snarled.
I felt like I was going to get sick. Drinking his piss was bad enough but now he wanted me to eat shit too, was there no depths that these guys wouldn't take me?
I opened my mouth and started to stick out my tongue. He just brutally stuck his fingers into my mouth, fucking it in much the same fashion he had done before with his monster cock. His fingers were almost as wide as his cock, only they weren't as long. I worked on them to get them clean, maybe, I thought, if I did everything they told me to do they would let me go.
Next one of them picked up a wooden paddle while the other used as riding crop and they began to work me over -- they started on my ass and after a bit of time the guy with the riding crop started to concentrate his efforts on my back while the other one worked on the backs of my thighs. When they started I told myself I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry out or ask them to stop -- that idea fell my the wayside as they just kept going and the pain that was developing was more than I could take. I screamed at the top of my lungs, at least maybe someone would hear me and call the police.
They just laughed and seemed to punish me even harder. "Go ahead and scream, this room is soundproofed, no one can hear, not that I think anyone would care a bit about a worthless slave like you."
Finally the beating stopped and again a hand started to rub my ass-cheeks, only now after all of the beating it hurt almost before I even felt him touch me.
Without a word one of them stepped in front of me, pulled open the cod-piece on his leather pants and pressed his cockhead against my lips. I knew that there wasn't anything I could do about anything so I just opened my mouth and allowed the massive mushroom to enter.
At the same moment the other one began a brutal assault on my asshole. This time he was using his cock and not his fingers. My sphincter resisted a bit, but his assault was more than I could resist, my sphincter relaxed and the huge tool entered me. There wasn't anything I could do about any of this, but I felt like I was a pig being roasted on a spit.
Neither of my captors held back in the least, and it wasn't long before I felt both of their pubic bushes as they buried themselves inside me. The one who was using my mouth was a bit easier on me as he did allow me to take a couple of breaths between each stroke and when I felt him about to cum he just held his massive erection in my throat and shot his man-snot directly into my stomach. Behind me the other attacker had reached that point of no return and started blasting his second load of jism in the last full shove deep inside me.
The guy in my throat continued to hold himself inside me while I desperately needed to draw a breath. I felt myself drifting into unconsciousness while he just kept his cock in my throat. I could speak or do anything to try to tell him that I was going to die. My last thought was one of sheer terror. Then nothing.
I woke up in the bed in my hotel room. It took me a moment to realize where I was. Then I remembered last night, was that just a dream too? No, it couldn't be, I was lying on my back and my back and ass were still very tender. As I came fully awake I realized that there were some things that felt different about me. I pulled back the sheet that was covering me and looked down.
My crotch had been shaved completely bare as well as the little trail that ran down from my bellybutton and the small patch of hair that had been in the middle of my chest. A moment later I realized that something appeared to be stuffed in my asshole and before I could do anything about it it started to vibrate, massaging my prostate. Then the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Did you have a good time last night?" said a voice that might have been one of the black leather clad guy from that dungeon.
"What did you do to me?"
"Anything I wanted, and you loved it, didn't you?"
When I didn't answer right away he continued. "And I left you a little souvenir to remember me by."
The vibration ended, and at once I felt empty.
"Just keep that and use it, and keep shaving, I'll be in touch one of these days." The phone clicked dead.
The plug in my rectum started vibrating as I sat there. Did I really want him to be in touch with me or not, that was one question. The other was what really happened. If I could only remember it.