Once upon a time there was a rough northern town famous for
shipbuilding. Arround the early 90's the government started sending
their shipbuilding contracts overseas and about 5 thousand men were
laid off at the shipyards, since there was no more work they all left,
to work elsewhere. So the town became run down and generally a dead end
place to live. But it had a large amount of young women there who were
all unattached due to the shortage of dateable men.
This is where I entered the town. I got a new job at the newspaper
office as junior reporter, my first graduate position. A friend (Mark)
offered to put me up on his couch until I had found somewhere to live.
He was living with his girlfriend (Sharon) of the time in a small flat
in town above a shop. This was all at the same time as the wonderfull
invention of rave culture. We were all weekenders, happy people on E
dancing our tits off in clubs till 3am. One night we got back to my
mates flat and he and his girlfriend crept off to bed in a loved up
state for several hours of hard sex. I on the other hand, had to make
do with my hand. I had'nt been lucky that night, not that I ever was
lucky with women. So as usual I sat down on the couch in my boxers and
flicked through the Satelite channels looking for some half naked woman
I could wank off over. I continued my pill induced wank, finally
cliamxing after what seemed like hours of rubbing my cock, Exhasted I
cleaned up and fell asleep.
The following week the three of us were invited to a party across town
at one of Sharon's friends. I arrived dressed neat and tidy, for a good
night out, 3 pills in my shirt ready for eating. Claire the host of the
party invited me in and took my coat. Paul and Sharon were yet to
arrive, but I was welcome to enter the living room and wait with the
other guests she said. I pushed open the door, some loud dance music
was playing and there was a general hubub of conversation in the air as
well as several lung fulls of smoke. There were about 20 young girls in
the room and a few lads, They were all clubbers with spikey hair and
bioluminescant paint on their faces. The girls were in short skirts,
knee length boots or over the knee socks, tops that looked very flimsy
and were made from string. Some of them were applying make up and
glitter and sparkly things to their hair. There was a general feeling
in the air of happyness and a buzzing good time.
Claire brought me a drink and invited me to sit down next to her on the
arm of the armchair she was sat on.
"Having any pills tonight Phil?" She asked
"Yeah, probably" I repied taking one out of my pocket and swallowing it
down with the drink, which seemed to be a mix of Tequila and Vodka. I
shuddered and smiled at Claire. I gave one to Claire, which I was
rewarded with a kiss for, then swallowed my 2nd pill, almost a double
drop:)
Positioned where I was I had a good view of the girls in the room, and
made a mental scan of them, glancing at cleavage, faces and legs. My
balls started stirring creating the cum I would probably be wanking out
later whilst thinking of them.
I started chatting with Claire and some of her friends nearby to us.
Claire was wearing a skimpy red silk skirt that flitted about the place
as she walked and it had a slit up the side to the waist, showing of
her lovely tanned legs. Every time she got up to answer the door I was
rewarded witha tantilising glimpse of her bum and g-string. She was a
foxy lady Claire and I had fancied her for ages. Tonight she was being
more than friendly, lots of smiles and giggling. She introduced some of
her friends sat with us. Lauren in a tight white top and black skirt,
Julie in her bikini outfit which seemed to be more string than material
and Chloe in a blue dress with a low cut back. All of them seemed very
friendly and I thought I could pull at least one of these girls the way
things were going. I started to feel the pills kicking in after about
40 minutes and my heart rate quickened.
The doorbell rang and Claire got up to answer it, her skirt wafted in
front of me again, my balls tingled like mad. She returned with Mark
and Sharon. Mark nodded hello at me from the other side of the room,
whereas Sharon dressed in a skimpy bikini bra and tight yellow
miniskirt, walked to the centre of the room.
She then shouted at the top of her voice.
"Who wants to see Phil have a wank?" whilst holding a video tape in the
air.
Mark was laughing. Lauren, Julie and Chloe giggled and laughed at me.
The whole room was laughing. I was in shock, not sure if to run, hide,
or own up. Instead I was overcome with embaressment and blushed red.
"He wanked his little cock off last weekend when we got back from the
club, who wants to see him do IT?" Asked Sharon whilst hopping up and
down
"YES!" the room shouted as one.
"How are you feeling Phil?" Claire asked.
All I could manage was ummmm.
"I know you are feeling loved up Phil, but shortly you are going to be
standing straight up too! That drink you had over half an hour ago had
some of my Dads Viagra tablets in it. In a few minutes your little cock
is going to be harder than Steel all fucking night"
The room errupted into fits of laughter and all eyes went to my crotch.
Where I could feel my cock getting arroused and growing bigger. Claire
grabbed my cock through my jeans and gave a tug, it responded at once,
filling out with blood and expanding beyond my control. I blushed a
deep crimson red, my heart was beating fast and I started to perspire.
Meanwhile Paul and Sharon had hooked up the VCR and announced that my
show was about to begin. I began to protest and had thought of grabbing
the tape and making a run for it. But Claire and 2 of her friends made
a pre-emptive stirke though and pinned my arms to the chair.
Claire reached up her skirt and took off her G-string. Accompanied by
wolf whistles from the boys in the room
"Here you go Phil. something to eat tonight." She stuffed her black
g-string into my mouth and held my mouth closed whilst another girl
stuck a piece of gaffer tape over my mouth sealing it inside. They
stood back and fell about laughing again.
The picture appeared on the screen, it was a picture of Sharon talking
to the camera.
"Welcome to Wank-a thon. Tonight we have a rare occasion to see the
Wank boy in action, He is downstairs in my lounge as we speak, wanking
his little excuse for a cock, whilst thinking about fucking all the
sexy ladies he has been leering over all night, dirty little boy" She
said to the camera.
"Let us go now to the viewing platform and witness this creature in its
natural habitat"
She carefully opened the bedroom door and the camera tracks out of the
door behind her, shooting over her shoulder as she moves to the
bannister and peers down into the lounge. The camera zooms in on the
back of my head and you can make out that my arm is moving rapidly up
and down. The camera pans down my body. The girls in the room with me,
shriek in delight.
"Oh my god!" Claire exclaims
The camera pans further down until everyone can see my hand almost
encompassing my cock, it does look small in my hand and the way the
shot is framed. More laughter from the girls.
"Where's his cock? All I can see is a hand!" asked Claire
"Its too small to show up on film" laughed Sharon
The camera pans over to the TV and it shows the best wank material of
the early ninties Baywatch! The camera pans back and I am now wanking
like mad, my hand flashing up and down in a blur so much that it cannot
eayily be seen. I grunt and the cum spurts out all over my chest. The
room all laughs at me and it takes several minutes to return to normal.
by which time Mark had rewound the tape and started playing it again.
Sharon walked over and commanded me to strip out of my clothes.
"Cmon Wank boy get your fucking kit off, my mates couldnt see your
small cock on film, so we want it now!"
"Get em off" shouted Claire and the girls.
Some of the lads were employed to hold my arms and legs down, whilst
the girls went to work unbuttoning my shirt and taking off my shoes.
Claire and Sharon attacked my belt and trousers, roughly pulling them
down to my ankles and off. When I was down to my Boxers, Claire looked
at me then slipped her hand in through the fly of my boxers.
"Ooooo its hot in here" she cooed "Theres a lump of sorts too, hard but
hot too. With hair arround one end"
"Not for long" shouted Julie as she jumped up and headed for the
bathroom.
Claire's hand pulled on my cock and slid up and down my hardening
shaft, the sensation was intense. Here I was gagged, being felt up by
the girl I fancied, surounded by her mates after witnesing my wank on
film and coming up on 2 pills and a glass of Viagra. This was the most
ambivalent moment of my life, total turn on, total embaressment at the
same time.
Julie returned with a bowl of water, shaving foam and razor.
"Hold him down lads! Girls get them boxers off lets see the goods!" she
shouted.
The rest of the girls in the room gathered round, giggling at the
prospect of seeing my cock. One of them had a camera and took a snap of
me with Claires fingers in the waistband of my boxers. Then in one
fluid movement she yanked them down, the movement caused my cock to
bounce arround as it was let free. More cameras flashed and everyone
laughed at me again.
My cock was now erect and bouncing arround to the delight of the girls
who took turns to grab my balls or wank my shaft. Julie handed out the
shaving kit and they got to work lathering arround my cock with foam.
Occasionally holding my cock out of the way and giving it a little rub
up and down too.
"Dont move Phil, we dont want any accidents now, do we?" Said Julie as
she shaved away my pubes.
I was washed down and more pictures were taken. None of which I have
ever seen, so god knows how many people have seen them.
.
A skimpy Tarzan style loincloth was tied arround my waist barely
concealing my erection.
"Phil" asked Sharon "I was wondering, exactly how small is your cock?"
She looked at me quizically, eybrows raised.
"Any guesses girls?"
"3 Inches" said Claire cruelly
"More than that its about 5 to 6 inches hard" said Julie in my defence.
"Fuck off" Said Sharon "No way is that little thing 6 inches, somebody
get me a ruler!"
A ruler was produced and Claire grabbed my cock with her fist and
wrapped her fingers tight arround the base of my penis. My circumcised
cockhead just poked out of her hand at the top.
"Better make sure he's at maximum length" she said before vigourously
wanking my cock up and down squeezing the head as she passed over it,
then back down to the base to bounce on my balls. "I dont like
circumcised boys Phil, they are not as easy to wank off, and are
smaller in general than uncut men."
"Did you know also that you lose some of the sensitivity in the head
and you cant enjoy sex as much" Lauren shouted out.
"The only advantage is that it is cleaner. But we dont want clean, we
want big and hard and horny dirty fuckers to fuck us, not little dicked
clean boys with no experience"
said a girl with blonde hair grinning at me with an evil look in her
eyes.
I was crumbling inside and really wanted to just dissapear. I was
absolutley off my tits.
Claire grabbed me again and measured my cock.
"5.6 inches Phil, thats not very good now is it?" she announced
"No" shouted the girls"throw him back hes only a tidler"
Chloe grabbed a magic marker pen and wrote on my chest: Smallest cock
in England! 5.6 Inches erect.
Julie wrote in capitals below it: WANKER!
Lauren grabbed another pen and wrote on my back: Please fuck me up the
arse with your big black cock!
The end result was me covered head to toe in abuse most of which i
could'nt see, read or hear them say.
I was dragged to my feet by Mark and another lad. Together accompanied
by Claire and Julie I was bundled into the backseat of a car. trully by
this point I had come up and was flying over little fluffy clouds, I
had very little idea as to what was happening. I knew I was embaressed
but I didnt realy care and felt quite happy.
Reality returned some time later as we got out of the car in the centre
of town, on the street with all the clubs and pubs on it. I was led
over to the pavement and with my hands behind me handcuffed to the
lampost, outside the entrance to the largist club in town. Claire
produced a rope from somewhere and proceeded to tie my feet closer
together, then looped it arround me several times before tying it off.
Julie came up to me and grabbed my cock under the loincloth and wanked
me hard, whilst, kissing me deeply. The world collapsed arround me as I
was lost in the kiss, but brought back to existence when she broke away
all too soon for my liking. She jumped in the car with the others and
were gone into the sunset.
I guessed it was about 6:30 but I really was'nt sure. The street was
empty apart from a few taxi drivers at teh end laughing at me. The
bouncers we'rnt outside their respective bars and clubs yet so it had
to be before nine. As I was musing the concept of time and its place in
my universe, I became aware somone had just walked past and giggled at
me. I looked it, was a young couple of about 25, the girl was very
attractive and glanced back over her shoulder for another look at me
before walking on with her macho boyfriend laughing out loud.
Then a taxi pulled up and 2 girls got out, I could hear them laughing
at me but didnt want to open my eyes and look. I knew my cock was still
hard and throbbing and was poking out of the loincloth. They went into
the pub in front me and sat in the window seats with their drinks,
pointing and reading the words on my body.
The evening progressed like this until in the end, the whole street was
full of people and I became a tourist attraction.
"Hey have you seen the wank boy?" They would ask
"Yeah and hes got a hard on!"
The Police came past, unfortunate for me that it was two women, they
took one look at me read some of the grafitti and walked on, to much
cheering and amusement to the girls nearby.
A gaggle of rowdy girls came over and played with my cock so much that
the loincloth was ripped away, exposing me completley. More cameras
flashed after that. I became a plaything for the girls in the street,
they began walking past and slapping my cock in the direction they were
travelling. One girl even ran past and slapped it up into my stomach. I
groaned through gritted teeth still with Claires G-string in my mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity plus one. Mark, Sharon, Claire,
Julie, Lauren, Chloe and the gang turned up. Claire and Julie couldnt
contain themselves.
"I cant believe hes still hard" they roared with laughter.
"I can" said Sharon "Anything so small would be easy to fill with
blood, hes got lots to spare".
She attached a collar arround my kneck and the rest of them untied me.
They led me like a dog through the streets, into the clubs. I became
the roving hard on. With so many pissed up, pilled up girls in one
place, my cock got more slaps, wanks and jerks than I had ever givin it
myself in my entire life. One club wouldnt let me in naked, so they
tied the leash to the lampost outside. It was during this time that two
male police officers turned up and knicked me for indecent exposore in
a public place.
End result: A night in the cells. Mucho mucho embarrasment, so much
that I had to quit the job, leave town and never go back. I have never
seen Mark, Sharon, claire or any of the others since. I dread it if I
do. Or if any pictures ever came to light it would be the past
revisited.
The only thing is I am now as a result a big fan of CFNM. I have
evolved by the effects of that night into the CFNM loving nutter I am
today. Hope you liked my god honest true story.
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