Prelude

PRELUDE---(Climax)

When I arrived at the sports centre and walked into the changing rooms, the swimming coach was addressing the squad.

Hey Gerald', the coach said, you're late; I didn't think you were coming.'

I walked over to one of the benches and sat down gingerly.

`Sorry coach'

`Is everything al right Gerald? You seem a little the worse for wear'.

I looked at Lyons, and for the first time since I had known him, I saw fear on his face; it felt fantastic.

I then looked at Marcus, but his head was lowered.

`No coach, everything is just fine'.

`Right lads, it is mega lengths in mega time--let's go'!

The squad stood up and left the room for the pool; Marcus led them. Surprisingly, Lyons stayed behind and when we were alone he approached me.

`Irvine, are you all right man? I mean...'

With all the venom I could muster, I raised my head, looked him dead in the eye and spat, `Fuck off Lyons'.

He looked as though he was about to reply, but thought the better of it and walked out. I changed into my Speedos, with some difficulty and then left for the pool.

`Gerald, I don't know what got into you today, but you were like a torpedo in the pool. You clipped seconds off your lengths, lad---and I am thinking of making you head swimmer.' Tears whelmed in my eyes and I fought them back; this was indeed praise, from someone I respected.

Thanks coach' I mumbled. And as I walked towards the changing rooms I said to myself, That will show you, you bastards.'

When I arrived, the worst scenario possible presented itself to me; the whole teem was there, some in the showers, others horsing around, flicking each other with towels.

I steeled myself for the expected abuse--but it never materialised; something had happened. The guys either smiled at me--or just said, All right Gerald?' or That was a great swim mate'.

I couldn't believe my fortune. When I arrived at the showers, a number of guys were there, including Marcus and Lyons who were sharing a faucet. They were talking to each other and it seemed as though I were invisible--which suited me just fine. I showered on my own and didn't even look at them, let alone try to engage them in conversation. By the time I left, they were still deep in conversation, and there was no activity in either of their cocks.

I left the sports building considerably happier than when I had entered it--apart from one thing---or rather--person.

Marcus.

I was still deeply hurt; I could not understand how he had offered friendship--and then betrayed me. As young as I was, I beginning to learn to put such actions down to experience.

I was walking towards the practice room, ready for another couple of hours on the Rachmaninoff prelude.

It was Saturday, about a week after the latest Lyons/Marcus episode and I was at last feeling well again; in my mind I was sorting out those massive chords of the prelude and how I could master them.

Suddenly I was grabbed from behind and a hood was pushed over my head; I felt my arms being dragged behind my back and I string tying my wrists.

All this was done in silence; I was then turned around a number of times to disorientate me and then I was made to walk with my captors.

We must have walked about five minutes, before I was pushed into what I thought was a room; I was conscious of a number of people in the room, and then I heard a voice, which chilled me.

`Welcome, Irvine.'

It was the voice of Lyons.

My heart sank; my God WHAT was he going to do to me this time?

The hood was removed from me and my wrists were undone; as I took in my surroundings I recognised the guys from our residence.

Sitting on a chair was Lyons, and standing beside him was Marcus. This time Marcus was looking at me, and smiling.

Bastard' I thought to myself, and then added, Fucking traitor'

Well Irvine', said Lyons in his sneering voice, are you able to walk all right now? It seems you had a little problem before'

He smirked and looked at Marcus, who returned his smile.

`Well now Irvine---we have a little surprise for you.'

My bowels felt like evacuating spontaneously, as I imagined what this could be.

`First of all, why don't you take all your clothes off?'

`Fuck you!' I replied

`Oh now Irvine, don't be like that; we feel sure that you will like what we have in mind, don't we lads?'

A lot of the lads laughed, which made me even more nervous.

In a few seconds I ran it all through my mind; there was no use protesting. Lyons had me where we wanted me, so what was the use in trying to fight him?

I began to undress, and soon I was standing naked before him.

`There, that wasn't so bad now, was it?' Lyons said as he stood up and moved towards me.

He reached for my balls and squeezed them hard; I flinched. Then he took my cock and began to wank it; surprisingly, I remained soft whereas normally I would be rising.

`Nice cock, Irvine--but then I've always thought so. Well now, let's see what you can do.'

Then turning to Marcus, he asked, `Shall we begin mate'.

Marcus looked me dead in the eye; a smile played at his mouth and turning to Lyons he said `Yeah man, let's begin'.

There was a flurry of activity and to my utter astonishment, Lyons was grabbed from behind; two lads pulled him back and sat him on the chair. His arms were pressed behind him and his wrists were tied.

`What the...?' he protested.

Marcus stepped forward. A slight change of plan--mate'--and he emphasised the word mate' in a way that would congeal blood.

`Marcus..?' questioned Lyons.

`Shut the fuck up' he replied and gave him a backhander across the face which made me wince.

`It is about time someone taught you a lesson--you piece of shit'.

I saw real fear creep into Lyons' face and he began to move uneasily.

`You know what you are, Lyons? You are a bully; a user. You have humiliated Gerald for long enough--now it is payback time'.

I couldn't believe my ears.

`I..I...'

`Shut it' Marcus snapped as he moved closer and threatened another backhander; Lyons turned his face automatically, to escape the blow.

`So it was all Gerald's cum in the practice room, was it?'

Lyons was cornered and tried to escape

`Well no--most of it was his---a little was mine--but he forced me, Marcus--you know what a little faggot his is..'

`Forced you? FORCED YOU? WHO forces anyone to jerk off against their will? It was YOU Lyons; YOU made Gerald wank you off and then you humiliated him because he fulfilled your lust'.

`Hey Gerald, tell them mate; say how much you enjoyed wanking me off!'

`So you admit now, do you; it was Gerald who wanked you'

`Yeah but only because he begged me; he said he loved my cock and wanted me to cum for him---time and time again it happened.'

I looked at Marcus helplessly, but his expression showed me that he disbelieved Lyons.

`And did force you to come to the practice room--tie you up and drag you there, pull down your trousers and wank you off'

Lyons was silent.

`Answer me!' roared Marcus.

An almost inaudible `No' escaped Lyon's lips.

`What? I can't hear you?'

`No' Lyons said loudly.

There was a slight pause, before Marcus proceeded.

You are a racist bastard too. Do you recall your choice phrases, black cock' and what was it,...oh yes...'nigger sperm'

`I was only joking mate---I meant no offence against you' Lyons pleaded.

In a bitterly sarcastic voice, Marcus replied, `Of course you didn't...MATE. You kmow Lyons, I summed you up right from the start, when you first introduced me to Gerlad in the practice room. You see, I saw the cum in the corner--and all the stains--and I just knew from the way you had treated Gerald, that it was YOU who was the abuser, not Gerald'.

He paused dramtically, and then said, `Well now it is your turn; you want to see some black cock--man you will feel it'.

Lyons' eyes nearly popped out of his head.

`Ok lads let's do it'.

Then turning to me, he said, `Gerald, I don't expect you will want to infect your cock in this business, but I hope you gain a lot of satisfaction from what is about to happen.

Two lads undid the cords around Lyons' wrists and then stood him up; the undressed him roughly, tearing at his clothes and at last he stood before is naked.

Meanwhile, Marcus had been undoing his trousers which he stepped out and was wanking his cock; it was almost rock hard.

`You wanted me to give Gerald my hard black cock, didn't you Lyons? You wanted me to fuck him so hard that he wouldn't walk for days; well you saw what happened. Gerald did find it hard to walk...but I am telling you man---you ain't seen nothing yet'.

Lyons face flashed with fear, but then he smirked, `Fuck nigger you are just as queer as he is---fucking black faggot'.

The room was electric with tension; I thought Marcus would have beat Lyons to a pulp for saying that, but it seemed he had other plans.

`What if I am queer--so what? Rather be queer than a homophobic bully and a racist bastard. Put him over the chair boys--and let him feel a real cock.

Having done so, Marcus pushed himself hard into Lyons, who screamed.

`Like that man--like that nigger cock you were talking about?'

He then grabbed hold of Lyons' shoulders, and thrusting like an animal, pumped Lyons for all he was worth.

Someone grabbed a handkerchief and stuffed it into Lyons' mouth to muffle the screams, but they were still very audible.

How would you like me to cum inside you Anthony, Marcus said, with an apparent change of mood, how would you like to feel that hot nigger cum spurting in you?'

Grasping at the straw, Lyons responded affirmatively.' Oh yes Marcus, give me your hot nigger cum baby---shoot inside me'.

Marcus continued to fuck Lyons unmercifuly, and now began moaning as he approached orgasm.

Yes yes', cried Lyons, cum in me as you did in Gerald man'.

This surprised me; it seemed as though giving pleasure to Lyons was the last thing on Marcus' mind but sure enough he continued to grunt and groan, and then he said, `Are you ready Lyons? Are you ready for that nigger seed to spurt in you?'

`Man shoot it; give me your cum'

Marcus said, `Ok man, I'm going to shoot' and thrust a couple of more times.

Then he withdrew his rampant cock and moving around to Lyon's face waved it in front of him and cried, Fuck you cunt features; there is no way I would waste my precious cum on an animal like you.' Then he said, Help Lyons stand up lads'.

The same two went to Lyons and stood him up and turned him around.

We were all amazed at what we saw---for there was Lyons with a throbbing hardon jutting our from his body.

`Well what have we here?' said Marcus walking over to him and grabbing his balls hard. Lyons screamed.

`I believed he liked that fuck, didn't he lads?'

A number of them laughed.

`Well that makes our second stage easier than we thought. Lyons, you are the tough guy, the one who likes to throw his weight around; well let's see what your willpower is like. That is a fine hardon you have there; I am going to choose three lads. Each of them are going to suck your cock for three minutes---but Lyons you are not to cum. We do not want to see one drop of your miserable bigoted cum appear on your cock; because you know what?'

Marcus went across to a small bag which lay on the floor; bending down, he extracted a Swiss army knife and moved towards Lyons.

If I see one drop of cum on your cock Lyons', I will', and brandishing the knife so that it just missed his cock, cut you man'.

A chill passed over me, because I knew that Marcus would do it.

`All right...let's choose now---Kevin and Keith--are you up for it'

No problems', Kevin answered and Keith smiled his assent. Gerald, I think you should have the opportunity as well---are you OK with this?'

Ordinarily I would have loved to have sucked Lyons' cock--such as in the practice room--but he never gave me the opportunity. I was reluctant to do so here, but I knew I had to go along with Marcus' plan.

`Sure thing Marcus; I couldn't call him mate--not yet'.

Lyons' cock had softened considerably.

`OK, Kevin, you're first'.

Kevin moved to Lyons and took his cock in his hand, wanking it for a few minutes until it grew hard.

`Liking that man?' asked Marcus; Lyons didn't dare answer

Kevin turned to Marcus who was looking at his watch.

Go man' and Kevin took Lyons' considerable cock into his mouth and began sucking him hard; it was clear that although in pain from Marcus' fucking him, Lyons began to enjoy the blow job. By the time Marcus cried, Times up' Lyons was groaning with pleasure.

Right let's have a look' said Marcus as he inspected the cock. Good no cum yet; you're next Keith'.

`Please Marcus, no; I don't think I can hold off' whined Lyons.

Marcus flashed an evil smile at him, `But you've gotta mate, you've gotta!'

Kevin knelt down in front of Lyons and began sucking him hard and fast.

`Faster Keith, faster---that should get him going'.

Lyons' face was a picture of discomfort; he looked as if he were going to shoot at any moment. Marcus held the knife up and his finger traced down the blade.

`Time' he announced. Another inspection showed that Lyons had survived.

`All right Gerald mate, do your best'.

I flinched at the word mate'. I walked across to Lyons and looked into his eyes; a set of pleading eyes looked back at me and I thought, you deserve this you bastard, for the way you have humiliated me'.

His unspoken request slightly unmanned me; I knew that Marcus meant business; Lyons had to be close to orgasm---and it looked as though I was going to be the one to pull the trigger as it were.

No Gerald, please' Lyons cried, I'm sorry mate--I know I shouldn't have treated you like I did--I will never do anything to hurt you again---we could be friends...'

`Save it Cockface---you have already gone too far; Ok Gerald go for it man'.

No sooner had my mouth covered Lyons' cock than I felt it spasm and I thought he had cum; but it was just the feeling of my warm moist mouth on his shaft that caused the reaction. As I sucked him I thought I would add to his troubles; I reached under his balls and rubbed his prostate hard.

I felt Lyons' cock increase in size and by now he was crying, `No Gerald, no mate'.

Make him shoot' I heard some of the guys cry, and then they chanted cum..cum...cum...'

It felt like an age that I was sucking Lyons and then I felt the tell take sighs of him cumming; his cock began to twitch.

Just then Marcus called `Time'

I was sorely tempted not to let go, to make Lyons squirt his cum into my mouth and really fuck him up, but decency prevailed and I withdrew.

`Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' cried Lyons and as I looked down, two or three drops of cum oozed out of his cock.

Marcus, brandishing the knife, moved towards him.

`No Marcus, I haven't cum, honestly, I controlled it' screamed Lyons.

Marcus put his finger under the tip of Lyons' cock and a drop of cum appeared on it; lifting it to Lyons face he grinned, `and what is that, mate?'

`But I didn't cum' he screamed.

`No neither did I you bastard; you thought I came in Gerald in the practice room, but I didn't; just like I didn't cum in you now; but what is this Lyons if it is not cum?'

`Please Marcus, I'm begging you'.

`What, YOU Lyons, the tough guy begging a black queer faggot as you called me'

`I'm sorry man' Lyons said and I could see the tears in his eyes.

`Sorry? It's too late to be sorry mate; now it is time for your punishment. Lads someone hold his cock'.

Nooooooooooooooooooooo' screamed Lyons, please don't'.

Marcus moved towards him, brandishing the knife.

Kevin held Lyons' cock and to my horror I saw Marcus nick the left side and then the right side of the cock; blood began to trickle down, while Lyons screamed in protest.

`I told you "no cum" and what do I see--cum!'

Lyons was unashamedly crying now while his cock began to drip blood.

`Right, now to the third and final stage of your punishment' Marcus announced.

Gasping for breath, Lyons whimpered, `Marcus please no, I will never do anything to Gerald again, I promise you!'

`Oh I am quite sure of that! I know you have learnt your lesson, but this is part of the punishment for what you have already done'.

Lyons flopped back in the chair, and I wondered what Marcus had planned next.

`I hope you boys have been saving up' he asked.

They all murmured their assent and then Marcus turned to me.

`Gerald, you won't know anything about this---but I want you to start the third phase of punishment. All right lads.'

Kevin and Keith stepped forward and bringing Lyons' hands behind him, tied him to the chair. On completion, Marcus said, `Now Gerald, there is one final humiliation that this shitbag deserves. I want you to stand before him and piss all over him; the lads have been tipped off about this and have filled their bladders to bursting point---but YOU have the privilege of being first.

I found myself hardening when Marcus announced this; Lyons was a pathetic figure, slumped in the chair. This was sweet revenge...

`Make sure you piss over his cock---that should make him feel something.

I moved towards him, (I was still naked) and lifting my cock, strained my bladder a little; soon a full stream issued forth and I sprayed it all over Lyon's cock; he yelled as the acidic urine covered the nicks in his cock, and my piss ran down his legs.

Kevin and Keith stepped up to the marks next and then emptied their bladders all over Lyons; the place reeked of urine.

Now for the final humiliation' Marcus said; Dress him boys'.

Kevin and Keith undid the ties on his arms and helped him back into his shirt and trousers. They then retied him to the chair.

I had thought that the punishment was over.

However I was mistaken. Neither Paul nor Andy had urinated.

`OK you two ,Marcus instructed, piss over his clothes. This was the final degradation--because his clothes would stink of piss.

They seemed to piss for ever and Lyons' clothes were drenched when they had finished.

`Now it is my turn' said Marcus. He moved to Lyons and displayed his cock before him.

`You like black cock, fucker, you will get black cock---and nigger piss; take this you bunch of shit!

And then to my amazement, Marcus began to urinate; but it was not over Lyons' crotch; and it was not over Lyons' clothes.

`Open your mouth' he commanded. Lyons' resisted, so Marcus reached for the knife again and slashed at Lyons' missing his face by centimetres.

Lyons then reluctantly opened his mouth and Marcus began again, and pissed all over Lyons' face, a lot of it splashing into his mouth.

There was a united cheer from the lads as Marcus continued to soak Lyons...

When it was all over, Lyons was released; he stood up, swaggering like a drunk, reeking of piss.

`Now fuck off Lyons---and never speak to me again'.

Shuffling like an octogenarian, Lyons left the room as quickly as he could, for fear of what might happen if he did not obey Marcus.

`Well done lads; thanks for your help. That has taught the bastard a leson. He won't be causing Gerald any more trouble.

Then turning to me, Marcus said, `Gerald, we need to talk'.

THE END--Part 3.