The Movies No Thanks

THE MOVIES? NO, THANKS!

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Three

"I'm giving Jon the first chance at you even though he wasn't right in his guess about tats on that hide of yours", Chas told me, unhelpfully. "Lucky for you, really, that I'm in a good mood and I'm giving him the chance to take a virgin: his cock isn't as thick as mine. Not that it matters all that much - you straight men don't ever think about the size of turds that come out, and always seem to worry about the size of a cock."

I decided not to give him the satisfaction of even a grunt in reply, and in any case my mind was on other things! I could feel the warmth of Jon's naked body against my calves and thighs as he knelt behind me. Then the forcing apart of my buttocks, followed by his finger on the tender membranes of my arse hole. But it was somehow different that when he'd been there before, and I realised it must be my own cum that was somehow lubrication things. He teased and pushed, never brutally, but totally insistently, and soon his finger was inside me.

I'd been disgusted when they'd forced the end of the metal hook up me, but having another bloke's finger in there was even worse. As I've told you, I don't even let my girlfriends anywhere near that bit of me, and certainly none of them has ever pushed a finger in! I know some men are reputed to finger themselves when they wank - I remember being almost shocked when one of the guests on a late-night chat-show confessed to doing that all the time - I tried it once, and I didn't like it at all. I started to gasp, though, as Jon worked his finger in and out - through my disgust I started to feel something else - that incredible sexy feeling you get when something smooth is sliding in and out of you. As I did, Chas directed the camera to focus down on my face, and I heard him say quietly "You like that, don't you, Steve? A lot of men do, we find...."

"No!"

He carried on smiling as I gasped as a result of that strange mixture of pain and pleasure you get as one finger was replaced by two, and Jon evidently started to stretch me. And then again, as a minute or so later Jon's third finger went up me.

"Now, Steve.... Do you want Jon to stop, or do you want him to really work your arse?"

"What a fucking stupid question! Tell him to get them out, and get them out now!"

"Are you sure, Steve? It might be better if he really works you a bit, stretches your arse.... A lot of men get to enjoy it...."

"NO! No way am I ever going to enjoy a bloke sticking his fingers up me."

"OK, Jon", Chas called then. Come on.... You know what's next."

I almost squirmed with the strangely exotic feeling that spread from my arse as Jon pulled his fingers out of me. Then the next moment my whole boy jerked as there was a sharp "snap" sound and my bum felt it was on fire. "Just to get you interested!", I heard Jon call out. And then he slapped my bum again and again - everyone seemed to be enjoying it, except me - and at first it was just a bit unpleasant. But as he continued, the pain began to build, and soon, each time his hand struck me, I couldn't help but give a little yelp from the discomfort. I'm a pretty tough bloke as you know, and if someone hits me I'll fight back - but held helpless as I was, there was nothing I could do about it. I tried not to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were hurting me, and screwed up my face and clenched my teeth to try to stop making any noise - until I realised the camera was right on my face again and my looks must be what they wanted.

Fortunately Chas called out "OK, Jon.... Enough! I know you like knocking men about a bit, but it's only supposed to stimulate Steve, not to hurt him - stop messing about, and get on with it....."

It was as if I could feel my bum actually glowing from where he'd been hitting me, and when his naked legs brushed against me as he started to position himself, little waves of sensation went through me. Then the thing that I'd been dreading started to happen - His fingers dug into my bum again (and I really felt them now!) So my arse crack was open, and I knew it must be the tip of his cock sliding up and down - it was so utterly different from anything I'd experienced before, and, actually, not all that unpleasant and I think I'd have quite enjoyed it if I hadn't been utterly disgusted at the idea of one lad doing that to another (and scared about what was going to happen next!).

I suppose some of you reading this will know what it feels like when the hot, moist end of a bloke's cock actually presses against your arse hole for the first time. I reckon the gasps and cries I made as Jon "teased" me by rubbing his cock over and around those delicate membranes were from the surprise, and from the fact that it didn't feel bad. But then he stopped, and I could feel a dull, insistent pressure on me - I knew he was about to start forcing himself in, and that "this was it" for my virginity. I was vaguely aware of Jon grunting with the effort, and I did everything I could to keep my arse clamped shut - with my legs strapped open I couldn't do all that much, but I clenched my arse tight as much as possible.

It's no use though, is it? A hard cock, with a bloke's force behind it, can always force its way into your arse, as I later learned. And I realised I had begun to moan and scream, as I was now in real pain, a pain that got worse and worse as Jon continue to push and forced himself into me.

"Pretend you're having a crap", Chas said calmly: he'd bent down so that his face was close to mine. "Stop trying to hold yourself closed. Jon's going in whether you like it or not, and sooner or later he'll overcome you - you're only causing yourself a lot of unnecessary pain... Pretend you want to crap and force your arse open.... It will be a lot easier for you."

I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to co-operate in any way in their vile enterprise, but the pain I was experiencing was too much and ultimately I did as Chas had said. There was a moment of intense pain, and then I felt some sort of relief as Jon's cock pushed through - I could feel it, solid and warm, actually in my arse.

Jon's hands were on my waist and he leaned forward. "Good, Steve.... We'll rest for a moment.... The worst is over, but I'll give you a few moments to get used to me in you.... OK?"

"Fuck you!"

Defiant bugger, isn't he?", Jon called out. "I offer to take it easy on him, and listen to him! I reckon I ought to go right him and fuck the brains out of him, good and hard...."

"Stick to the plan, Jon", Chas told him. "Stick to the plan we agreed on - a nice slow one now, to get him opened up properly. We don't want him ripped open and bleeding everywhere, or the rest of is won't get a go."

"Hear that, Steve? Chas is being kind to you. Personally, I'd like to keep ramming you good and hard, as I don't like man being rude to me, and I reckon he deserves everything he gets, if he is. Still, here goes....."

I gasped again as Jon pushed again, and above the pain signals shooting into my brain I swear I could feel his cock as it slid into me. Then he stopped, and as he shuffled his feet a bit I could feel his wiry pubes against my tender bum, and the sweaty heat of his thighs pressing right into mine. I knew he must be right inside me, and I felt like crying with the shame and humiliation of having a man do this to me.

Well, what can I tell you about the next ten minutes or so? Jon pulled back, then slid in again, and back, and in.... And the longer it went on, the less it hurt. I'd cried out the first few times, but as it went on and on and I suppose I began to relax, somehow it didn't seem to hurt as much. And that tingling, sexy feeling you get from your arse actually began to seem quite good. To tell you the truth, after a bit it got almost boring - Jon worked away, rhythmically in and out, and I suppose he felt much the same way as occasionally he punctuated his action by a sharp slap to one side of my bum or the other. And just like in the porn DVDs I'd watched, he was almost chanting "Oh, yes.... Fuck, yes.... Oh, yes..... Fuck, yes....." In time with his actions.

Chas called out eventually "OK, Jon, I reckon that's enough.... Let's have the cum shot." And to the camera men, "Ready?"

They must have been, as Jon pulled out of me, and my arse felt so strange, so empty. Had he cum? Was that all? I mean, when I cum, it's a lot more intense and I usually grunt or something as my load spurts out of me. But then I heard that familiar "slap, slap, slap" as a lubed hand slides up and down a cock, and Jon's "Oh, yes...." Got louder and more intense... Then slowed..... And then something warm landed on my back. I heard Jon carrying on wanking and a couple of more warm spots appeared on my back, and I realised what must have happened: he'd pulled out, and wanked himself to climax, and had shot his load all over me. How fucking disgusting, I thought, spraying me with cum just as Chas had earlier. Still, at least it wasn't on my face.

I felt Jon's fingers running over my back and reckoned he must have been kind of "corralling" his cum into one place. And then something quite different - the moist touch of his cock against my skin. His fingers were pushing my bum apart again, and I detected what must be his cum trickling down, helped by the movement of his cock.

"Enough?" Jon must have been speaking to the camera man, and I suppose they'd filmed enough cum sliding down towards my arse, as the next moment Jon's cock head was positioned at me again, he grasped my waist once more and whispered "Push out now, Steve.... I'm just going to ram my cum up into you whilst I've still got a bit of a hard-on...." And, to my surprise, I did - and it actually wasn't that bad as he entered me again.

He didn't fuck me though, just leant forward, resting his sweaty chest against my equally sweaty back, and pulling himself forward, almost sliding over me, with his - hands pulling on my shoulders, as if he wanted to get inside me as far as possible. His pubes were pressing into my bum, his thighs rubbing against mine, and I could feel his laboured breathing and his heart racing as he lay there.

"You're one good fuck, Steve", he half whispered. Somehow it was surprisingly intimate, with his head close to mine, given that there were four other blokes watching us. "I wouldn't mind doing that again. I like a big beefy bloke with a lot of arse. Are you OK?"

I kind of grunted a yes, and after a couple of minutes Jon stood up straight, and his cock slid out of me. I hardly felt it at all, and realised why, as I saw him as he came to talk to Chas in front of me - he was all soft now, as he'd lost his erection.

"My turn now?". My heart sank, as I knew my ordeal wasn't over as Dave came up and stood beside the other two. He was stroking his cock to keep it hard, and Chas replied "OK - after that epic throat fuck, I need a few minutes more to recover. You can fuck him a bit harder now Jon's loosened him a bit, but try not to damage him, OK?"

"Right, Steve, you and me are going to be good together....", Dave addressed me as I lay there. "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks...."

He didn't waste any time pushing his fingers in as Jon had done. I felt him standing behind me, then an almost cursory probing at my hole with the tip of his cock before he announced to the rest of them "He's nicely lubed - I'm going straight in....."

I cried out as he simply pushed into me. Not only from the unexpected pain, but from surprise. But, actually, it wasn't as bad a when Jon had first done it. But as he began to fuck, it got worse and worse - he was pulling right back, I suppose, until his cock was almost completely out of me and then slamming forward so his pelvis smashed into my bum - I didn't feel his pubes or anything as there was so much sensation flooding through me: a sensation that got more and more intense the longer he carried on fucking., And, just as Jon had done, eventually he pulled out, stood there wanking for a bit until he sprayed all over my back, then smeared his cum down my crack and onto my hole so he could ram it home with one last triumphal thrust.

It was almost as if it was a well-rehearsed thing (no, I suppose it actually was - I wasn't the first bloke they'd done this to) as the moment Dave finally pulled out of me Chas forced his way in. No chi-chat with the others, just his big cock plunged into me up to the hilt until I felt his pelvis and pubes against my bum. He leaned forward, as Jon had, and in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it was perfectly normal, muttered "OK, Steve... This is the big one. It's going to be very uncomfortable, painful, even. But you're well stretched now so I won't do any permanent damage... You've heard about open heart surgery?" I said something in agreement, and he finished "Well, this is open hole fucking!!"

I suppose some of you have actually done this, or had it done to you! Chas's hands pulled and teased at my bum to give him a good, clear line to my arse hole, then simple slammed forward, driving his cock home without stopping. He quickly pulled back and right out of me, and then slammed forward again..... I cried out in pain from his first assault, and carried on doing so every time he rammed into me. My arse felt as if it was on fire, and there was that kind of "sick" feeling from the bit between my cock and balls from it. And as if that wasn't enough, my balls were sending little shoots of pain through me as Chas's body repeatedly caught them.

It's lucky that they were making their DVD, I suppose. If they'd been "real" rapists, that kind of fucking can go on for a long, long time as the bloke's cock doesn't get all that much stimulation, I suppose. But one of the cameramen told Dave they'd got enough and to "move on", and once again there was the sound of wanking and the hot feel as Dave's cum sprayed onto my back. And I was used by now to the trickle of cum being "pushed" down my bum crack, so it could be rammed home.

The three men stood there laughing and almost slapping each other on the back, congratulating themselves, until one of the camera men said "We need the cum emerging...."

He went around behind me, followed by Chas, and once more Chas's strong fingers prised my bum apart. "OK, Steve.... The final shot in this sequence is the cum trickling out of your hole. So pretend you're crapping - not totally, as we don't want any real crap - just enough to squeeze the cum out. It's not so hard, you'll find - the male arse hole is not designed to be well-lubed.... Oh, and if you're thinking of not co-operating, let me remind you of two things: one, you don't want an arse full of cum, as it will trickle out and make a nasty mess of your clothes when we take you home. And two, we could still spank that lovely hard bum of yours again. So be sensible, and squeeze....."

Well, what was the harm? He seemed to me making sense, so I did as he'd told me, and felt a warm trickle gradually spreading down the inside of my thighs. Then, to my astonishment, Chas took some lavatory paper and began to clean up between my thighs and down my bum crack - I didn't know what to think - I mean, I haven't had anyone wipe my bum since I was a kid; do men really do that for each other? When he'd finished, he came and crouched down by me again, and said conversationally "No damage, Steve! You're swollen and puffy, as you'd expect as your arse isn't used to it. But no damage - a bit uncomfortable tomorrow, but otherwise fine."

"You bastard! No damage? How do I know? None of you wore condoms....."

"Oh come on, Steve, get real! Do you fuck your girlfriend with a condom?"

"No, she's on the pill....."

"You could still wear one....."

"No I couldn't.... I hate the way it takes all the sensation away. And I hate rolling it on and then pulling it off...."

"Well what the fuck makes you think it's different for Jon, Dave and me?", Chas demanded, half smiling. "Don't you think we want all the sensation of your hot arse gripping our cocks? And there's nothing to compare with the sensation when you get a hole all covered in cum and then you push it in, like we were doing..... That's why we cum all over your back, you know - it beats cumming in you, because pushing your cock back in after you've shot, all covered in cum, to a hot hole.... There's nothing like it!"

"Yes, but it's different.... I mean...."

"Different because you're a bloke too? Get real, Steve. Anyone can tell you that fucking a tight arse is a whole lot more fun that some sloppy cunt! And, anyway, most men watching a fucking, rather than doing it for themselves, want to see bareback. We can charge a lot more for a DVD of bareback fucking, rather than the wimpish kind. And, as I've said, pushing cum up into you.... Not only is it fantastic to feel, but a lot of men like to watch it, too."

I could see I wasn't going to get anywhere with this, so I asked "So do I get out of here now?!

He gave a little shake of his head, and a sort of wry smile. "Well not immediately, Steve.... We've done the inspection of your body, the wanking, the throat fucking, and the rape.... You're much more than half way done. But there is another segment we have to have....."

What the fuck else were they going to do, I wondered. And the thought struck me that maybe they were real perverts who castrated men, or blinded them, or something. I began to struggle and shout "NO, let me go, you've done enough...."

"Calm down, Steve! You've come a long way, and the rest of it is no worse, I can assure you. In an hour it will all be over and you'll be on your way....." He turned to Jon and Dave and said "Come on, boys, let's reset for the final scenes....", and I lay there and watched as the men dressed themselves, then Jon and Dave came over to me with the pole that had been binding my arms out rigid. They clearly had done this before, as even though I struggled as soon as one of my wrists were freed from the frame I was lying on, they reattached me to the bar, freed my ankles and calves from their shackles, and stood me up.

Chas came over and asked me "Do you think globalisation has had a big effect on your life, Steve?"

Well, I mean, what kind of a question is that? I was so surprised, and finally muttered "Well I suppose so.... All that cheap stuff coming in from China, the banks being owned by foreigners, all the imported food...."

"Ah, you're not just some dumb fuck, are you, Steve? Well, I asked because globalisation is about to play a very real part in our life, right here and now!"

He saw me looking puzzled, smiled, and went on "You're a really hairy bloke, Steve. A nice thatch on your chest, all that thick trail down your belly, that big bush of pubes.... And, of course, an awful lot of it down your crack! A lot of our customers really like that: because you haven't shaved it all off, they know you must be a 'real' man, not some model who does photo stuff all the time and who has been hired in. But, unfortunately, we have to think about globalisation, which means our customers in China and Asia: they don't like hairy men, Steve. I suppose it's because they're mostly smooth themselves. So it's going to have to go, Steve - well, not all of it: I can leave the chest and the belly. But your pubes.... A drastic trim, I think. And your arse and all around there - totally shaved!"

He saw me looking angry, and added "But don't worry - it won't hurt, not at all. Provided you stand still, that is, so you don't get nicked by the razor. And, if you don't behave, there's always the belt we can apply to your arse again.

"Why all this fucking around, Chas?", Jon queried. "Give him another whiff of the knockout juice, and he'll be no trouble."

"Because we want to make a 'short', that's why!". One of the camera men, who had mostly remained silent until then, suddenly spoke. "A stud like this won't like losing all his pubes and stuff. He'll be really humiliated - and it will show! We can make a 'quick clip' of his 'quick clip', so to speak, and sell it separately. There's a market for non-sexual humiliation."

He was right, of course. I was really pissed off about them planning to take all my pubes. If they shaved off all my dick hair there'd be no way I could go to the gym, or to the rugger club - I mean all the other men there, and especially my mates, would think I'd turned into a queer. And then the thought struck me: I'd just been wanked and fucked by other blokes - what did that actually make me? But before I could say any more, Chas came up to me holding one of those rechargeable clipper things you see advertised in all the magazines, mostly for men who are too cheap to go to a barber, I reckon. He flipped the switch, and there was an ominous buzzing noise.

"Right, Steve.... That thatch on your chest.... A number two, I reckon... Tidy it up a bit, and let us see your nips a bit clearer. But I'll leave your treasure trail across your belly. But it's a 'number zero' for the pubes, sorry...."

He was laughing as he said this, and I flinched as the cold metal of the clippers was pressed against my chest. It wasn't painful or anything - just utterly humiliating to be standing there, buck naked, strapped to a pole, as another bloke worked away on my chest. And I reckon he'd done it lots of times before, as when he came to put them around my nipples he kind of caught my skin between his fingers and stretched my skin, so as to make sure my tits didn't get caught by the moving blades. I'm so sensitive there that I couldn't help flinching again and my reflexes made me try to step backwards, away from his insistent fingers, even though at a rational level I knew it was impossible.

It didn't take long, though, and Chas brushed his hands all over my chest, and I could feel little bits of hair falling down onto my naked thighs and feet. "I reckon you like the feel of another man, Steve", he told me cheerily. "Look at those nips of yours - standing up firm and hard, just like little soldiers at attention. You know, I like a man with nice dark tits, like yours.... When they stand to attention like that they really show up against the rest of your skin. Do you like having your tits played with, then?"

"Fuck, no!"

"You're like a lot of so-called straight men, who don't know what they're missing...."

"Listen, fucker... I'm not a 'so-called straight'! I am straight!"

"Yes, I know. One of the straights who finds it erotic to have another man finger his tits. But let's not argue the point...." He fiddled with the clippers, then continued "I've changed the setting.... Now let's get started on that big unruly thatch of yours that stops us from seeing your cock properly....."

All I could do was stand there, utterly impotently, as my manhood was shaved away. I could feel my wiry pubes cascading down, some catching on the hairs on my legs, before landing on my bare feet. And, of course, Chas had to hold my cock and pull it and move it from side to side to get the clippers right in to the hairs at the root of it - to my utter shame and embarrassment, I found myself starting to get a hard-on as he moved it around. The cameras were right in close, too - one full on my face as I tried to see what was happening, and the other looking over Chas' shoulder as he worked away!

"Now, Steve, this is the tricky bit!", Chas told me. "I need to do your balls now, mate. So absolutely no sudden movements, nothing unexpected.... Or you'll do yourself some serious harm....."

He didn't wait for me to reply as his fingers grasped my balls and started to move them around in my sac, pulling and stretching, to get a flat surface for the clippers, I suppose. Well I'm sure you all know how it feels to have someone else holding your sac and your jewels - even if you don't let your girlfriend do it, we've all been examined by doctors and such.... There's that terrible tension, I find, as somehow your body knows that it's not right to have fingers other than your own fiddling around there - I mean, someone else just can't appreciate how delicate these things are, and how even a tiny wrong movement can cause you agony.

I was on tenterhooks, I can tell you. I just couldn't help tensing my whole body, and rising up on to tiptoe with the suspense, as if that would do any good - there was no escaping Chas's insistent fingers and the whirring clippers. I broke out into a sweat, too - I could feel those little cold trickles of it running down from under my pits, along my ribs. And I could actually smell myself, that rank smell your sweat gets when you're scared.

Chas stood up eventually and snapped the clippers off. "OK?", he asked me.

"No!"

He just laughed, tuned to the camera men, and stood there, just turning his head in the way you do when you want o ask if everything's OK. "Great, Chas!", one of them said. "That look on his face as you did his balls - a sure seller! And it was good the way he went hard, too - a spontaneous erection like that, without any wanking, always goes down well with the buyers."

"Look, guys...", I started to say. "Please don't do this to me.... It's not right... I mean, how would you like all your mates to see you....."

Jon slapped me on the bum - not hard, but kind of affectionately. "Don't you worry about it, Steve! You keep telling us that you're straight, so I guess all your mates are straight, too. So why would they be buying a DVD of a bloke getting fucked? So your mates oughtn't to see it, right? Of course, if some of them like to play on the other side, well then you might be in for a few interesting propositions, once they've seen how you take cock..."

Everyone laughed at this, and I could only stand there in frustration. One of the cameramen took advantage of all this, though, to bend down and come in really close for a shot of my denuded dick and balls, and I got a bit of revenge: I kicked out at him, he overbalanced and fell backwards, and his camera skidded across the floor and hit the wall with a satisfying thud.

The cameraman scrabbled around and got to his feet. But then, seeing his camera lying against the wall, he rushed over to it and started pressing buttons and stuff on it. "Shit!", he cried out. "The fucker's broken it! I only got it this week, too - it's the latest, cost me five thousand.... And the bastard's broken it...."

The other camera man went over to him and they stood there together, fiddling with the equipment, as if two of them could make it work where one had failed. They came over then and said to Chas, Jon and Dave "It's fucked. But we think we can carry on - we'll just film him with one, and then use the face shots and stuff we've already got and edit them in for the Asian market. But he needs to be taught a lesson.... And we could film that, too, and make another little 'short'... Why don't you hit him again, Chas, with the belt.... Twenty or thirty strokes, on the shoulders, bum and thighs, should teach him some manners...."

"...and what then? The Asian stuff would be a washout with his body all black and blue from the beating.."

The camera man came and stood right in front of me, and it looked as if he really hated me. It was a bit extreme, if you ask me - it was only a camera, after all.

"You're lucky", he snarled. "There's more money to be made in finishing the film than I'd get satisfaction from seeing you beaten."

It was a mistake for me to give a sort of little snort, as if to say "see how much I care!", as it clearly really pissed him off. The next moment I was screaming in agony, and my body was thrashing around desperately. So much so that Jon and Dave almost let go of the pole holding my arms out. The bastard camera man had simple kneed me in the balls, as I stood there naked and totally defenceless.

When I'd calmed down a bit he came up to me again and this time gripped my balls in his hand. I guess my expression mirrored what I felt - utter terror, at the thought of what he could do to me.

"Yes, Steve... You want some more? How about I give those eggs of yours a little squeeze? They do feel very nice, in my hand here.... All smooth.... And yet all sweaty. What's the matter, Steve? Are you worried? Worried that you broke my camera, and that you've made me angry? You know I reckon I could do you some damage here and it wouldn't hurt the film at all - no visible marks, so we could carry on filming you...."

"No, please...." I was sweating all over as I muttered this. I knew that my entire body would be slick with it, as I was so terrified of what he could do.

"Give me one good reason why not, Steve. You damaged my camera, so why shouldn't I damage you?"

I almost lost it, almost screamed out to him that he was a sick pervert, and that I didn't care what the fuck he did (even though that really was totally untrue!). But I was saved by Chas, who said quietly "Cool it, Ian! Look, we're running out of time - me and the lads have other things to do tonight, you know. Let's get on with it." Then, without giving the cameraman time really to react, he continued, talking to Jon and Dave, "Put him back on to the frame, as we're not finished yet - we've got to get is arse shaved."

The two men kind of "marched" me across the room back to the frame, then, spurred on by the sight of Chas holding his leather belt and tapping the palm of his hand with it rather suggestively, I didn't struggle and allowed them to put me back on to it. Efficiently Chas fastened the straps holding my ankles and thighs in place, and then Dave and Jon lowered the bar holding m arms out so they could undo my wrists and fasten those at the front. I was once more completely helpless, and at their mercy.

End Of Part Three