A Russian Lesson P1 - Caught by My Dad

by Jim-Piston

Author’s note: This story starts off as a sequel to my Curiosity and Porn Game stories, which describe how their seventeen-year-old narrator (Jim Fawkes) came to learn how much corporal punishment turned him on. It’s more of a sequel than a continuation.

After being stood up by Ralph, the policeman he’d arranged to meet Friday night at Bar 7, Jim had gone with three young Russian aircrew who were gay and eager for his body. To his surprise, they were willing to pay him, and what they did had really turned him on. He wrote about that in Curiosity — Part 4.

They promised him even more money if he’d meet them again the following night, and he’d enthusiastically agreed. They’d taken him out to a manor house west of Crawley that belonged to some Russian friends, only to discover once there that he’d been brought to appear in a sado porn video.

He’d not been given any choice about that. When he objected, the older Russians to whom he’d been delivered had simply had him caned until he agreed, filming that too. They’d videoed everything, filming him getting caned, strapped, and paddled in between orgies of cumming while being fucked. For some reason he’d got turned on by everything, cumming again and again while being filmed. The entire experience had been so fantastic! At least that’s what he remembered.

Maybe not so much, the following day. Jim tells what happened when he woke up Sunday morning.

[1]

I’d got so fucking drunk. And had received so incredibly much on my ass.

By the time I got home, it was way after 3 AM. I fell asleep as soon as Tyrone and Volodya dropped me on my bed. Or whoever it was who drove me back to my home and trundled me upstairs. I said I fell asleep. Maybe it would be truer to say I passed out.

When I woke up around noon, I felt awful.

I could hardly hold my eyes open. My head throbbed. My mouth was like a sewer. And my buttocks and thighs still felt on fire. Well, maybe not on fire. But still tender and hot, no matter how you describe it.

I did the usual stuff —ice sitzbath, Aloe Vera, and so forth— but it did nothing for my hangover. I took an Advil, pushed my buttocks back in the ice bath for a while, and dragged myself back to the bed when I almost passed out sitting there.

I woke up a few hours later, when the house phone rang.

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It was my mother.

We may have to stay another day or two, dear she told me. Marie is desperate for help. Miles’ condition is still critical.

I realized I should say something and pulled myself together. He’s all right, though? He’s recovering? My parents had gone to Dorset Friday night to be with their friends the Middletons after Miles was injured in a car accident.

We don’t know yet. It looks better than it did. It’s very trying, dear.

I murmured something appropriate and asked when they’d be back. Probably not ’til midweek or later, dear. Your dad may do some business here, I expect. He’s talking to someone at his office now.

I heard a scream in the background. Oh, dear! That’s Marie again. Can you manage on your own for a few more days?

I assured her I could, suppressing the elation that had suddenly consumed me.

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I called the number Tyrone had given me as soon as I got off the phone. Tyrone was the Russians’ factotum, the black with the Yorkshire accent who the Russians had got to cane me. His prick had been so large when he’d fucked me, so absolutely amazing. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

You game for more of my ass? I asked gleefully. I just heard from my parents. They won’t be back before Wednesday. I’m free for anything until then.

Fantastic! I could hear Tyrone grin. I’ve been thinking about all the things I could do with you. You want to get together tonight?

That’d be great! You were so fucking good last night. I grinned as I thought about it all. How about the other guys? Can we meet up with them?

I waited, but no response. I’m really keen on getting the money they promised.

Let me check he said, sounding skeptical. You got a lot last night. Are you in shape to get more so soon?

Sure I said recklessly, thinking only of the money. I’m in fantastic shape. I can take anything. I grinned into the phone. Even from you.

Okay he said disbelievingly. I’ll talk to Boris and get back to you.

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Tyrone phoned back twenty minutes later.

Boris says we should wait until next weekend to do anything. Better still, the weekend after that.

Really? Why so long? That’s terrible!

He says it’s no good making a video if your ass doesn’t start off pristine. He and Lev don’t want to waste your talent.

Shit! That’s a long time to wait. Can they pay me something in the meantime?

What for? You don’t get anything if you don’t perform. You’re not desperate for cash, are you?

No, I guess not. I guess I’m just impatient. They didn’t pay me anything for last night.

Why should they? You bet everything you earned on the outcome of the game.

Did I? I’d been pretty drunk toward the end. I didn’t remember.

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What about what they owed me for coming out there? I didn’t get any of that.

You got whatever they owed you, kid. You’ve got to put out, if you want more.

Fuck! I don’t believe this. They owed that money to me! It’s not fair!

Believe what you fucking like, kid. It is what it is.

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He paused for some seconds. You still want my prick?

Oh, yeah I sighed, remembering what it had been like. You don’t have to pay me to make me want that.

Yeah, we were good together. He laughed. I guess I don’t need to tell you that.

You sure don’t. I laughed too, feeling my prick begin to swell. I’m getting hard right now, just thinking about it.

Well, don’t waste it, kid. I’ve got some stuff I’ve got to do over the next hour. How about I come over after that?

Sure I grinned. Just hurry! You know where I am?

Yeah, I do. Save it up for me, kid. I’ll get there when I can.

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[2]

He got to my house maybe two hours later.

We were both hungry for each other. We went upstairs to my bedroom, stripped, and were quickly in each other’s arms on my bed.

I guess I hardly need to write about what we did. We spent a long time exploring each other’s bodies and tonguing each other’s pricks. Well, at least I did, anyway.

I spent a long time getting to know his prick better, sucking it and measuring it as I held it in my hand. It was so big, so impressive. And had felt so good, pushed up inside me. The more I took it in my mouth, the more I remembered how incredible that had felt. I could hardly believe he’d been able to get it into me.

We didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to. I was tingling all over with excitement by the time Tyrone got me to turn over on my back.

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We lay there afterwards until we finally decided we should do something. We showered together, pulled our boxers on, and went downstairs to open a bottle of my parents’ wine. Wearing anything more than boxers seemed a total waste of time.

He was curious about me, and I about him. I didn’t tell him a lot about myself, but I learned quite a bit about him and how he’d got employed by Boris, the Russian who was in charge of everything. They’d picked him up off the streets in Leeds a couple of years ago, when he was eighteen.

They were working out of a place up there, then. That was just before Boris’s Russian backers bought the estate down here, so they could work closer to London. They brought me down here with them.

What do you do for them?

Other than appear in porno films, fucking kids like you? he grinned. House work, some camera work, odd jobs, that sort of thing. Like driving you home last night and rolling you onto your bed. It’s pretty easy work. And good pay.

Do you do a lot of porno videos?

Depends on who they have to work with. He shrugged. They’re constantly on the lookout for new talent, kids like you.

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He looked at me curiously. You got any friends into what you’re into? Guys you could bring with you next time?

I shrugged. I doubt it.

But you’ve got other guys your age you play around with, don’t you? Maybe they’d like to make some money too.

I don’t think so I grimaced, opening a second bottle of my parents’ wine. They’re kind of prim.

Too bad he smirked. We’ll have to make do with you. He was looking at me hungrily as I poured. How about you gulp that down and get those boxers off?

I laughed. You just can’t stop, can you?

Not when I can fuck an ass as good as yours. He grinned. Get over me. I’ve got things I want to do to it.

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[3]

It didn’t take long for Tyrone’s hands to turn me on. He loved slapping it. And I loved feeling him do that.

His slaps felt so good. I could feel Tyrone’s hard-on against my side as I kept grinding mine into his thigh.

He kept doing it for several minutes and then suddenly pushed me off, standing up and pulling me down in front of him.

I pulled his boxers down and grabbed his prick, taking it into my mouth as he pushed it into me. His prick was so huge, so engorging. It totally filled my mouth. I couldn’t help choking as he pulled my head onto him, pushing his hard-on deep into it. He was really turned on.

His prick got bigger and bigger in my mouth as he kept pushing it in.

Suddenly he pulled out. Get over that sofa, over the arm.

I did as he said, moaning as he started slapping me again. He was slapping hard.

You need more than just my hand he said abruptly, picking up a wooden cheese board I’d brought in with the wine.

What are you doing? I asked in alarm. He’d dumped the cheese onto the carpet and was starting to swing.

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YAIOOOWHHH!! JESUS! He’d slammed it into my left buttock, holding me down with his other hand.

AOOOWGHHH!! FUCK! DON’T DO THAT! The board was hardwood, an inch thick. YAAOOOWHHH! He was hitting all over. AOOOOWHHH!! PLEASE! He was hitting into me so fast. IT’S TOO THICK! TOO FUCKING THICK!

Not for you Tyrone grinned, slamming it in hard. God, it turns me on to see your ass move!

OH, PLEASE! AOOOWHHH!! GOD! YAOOOWGHHH!! OH, WOW! The cheese board really stung. It was about eight inches square with a five-inch handle, plenty big enough to pulverize whatever target it got aimed at.

AOOOOWHHH! JESUS! He was alternating between buttocks now. THAT HURTS! YAAOOOOWHHH!! IT REALLY HURTS!

Good! he grinned. You need this!

AOOOWHHH!! I DON’T! OH, WOW! He’d pushed his finger into me. FUCK! YOU’RE TURNING ME ON!

I hope so he grinned, shoving another finger in. God, you’re sexy!

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SHIT! He’d picked up the board again and was slamming it into me. YAAOOOWHHH!! GOD! OH, WOW!

He was taking turns now, alternating between hitting me with the board and grinding his fingers in. OH, JESUS! It felt so intense! I was becoming so incredibly turned on.

OH, WOW! My prick was grinding into the sofa. FUCK! YOU’RE TURNING ME ON!

He paid no attention, just kept slamming that cheese board into me. OH, JESUS! OH, WOW! His fingers again. I was so turned on! FUCK! The board again. JESUS! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!

FUCKING SHIT! He’d dropped the board and plunged into me. OH WOW, TYRONE! YOU’RE SO BIG! He was lunging into me so hard. FUCKING JESUS! SO FUCKING BIG!

OH, WOW! He’d pushed far up inside me. OH, JESUS! WOW! FUCKING WOW!

His prick felt so incredible. He just kept lunging and lunging.

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OH, GOD! He’d been lunging into me so long. OH, JESUS, TYRONE! I’M GOING TO CUM!

I suddenly started spurting, all over the end of the sofa.

OH, GOD, KID! he cried out. KEEP HOLDING ME! He suddenly lunged deeper than ever before. I AM, TOO!

By now, we were both yelling in ecstasy, Tyrone spurting violently inside me. I was still cumming in a flood, shooting all over the end of the sofa and onto the carpet below.

OH, WOW! Tyrone was still spurting, both of us still shouting. His prick felt so incredible, so fucking good.

Suddenly something registered.

It was the noise of keys in the front door lock. I’d heard the front door open.

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[4]

What the fuck is going on here? It was my father.

He’d come into our living room before we woke up to what was happening. Get the fuck up! Get off him!

We looked at him in astonishment, Tyrone’s prick rapidly shrinking inside me. You’re not supposed to be here! I said stupidly. Mom said you’d stay until Wednesday.

Your mother was wrong. He glared at the two of us. Get up on your feet! Both of you!

Tyrone pulled out and stood up, his prick drooling cum onto the carpet. I stood up too.

This is outrageous! He was furious. Is that your jism on our sofa? And is that our vintage Sancerre? What a fucking mess! Put on your boxers and clean it up!

No! Not you! Tyrone had reached for his shorts. Wipe your prick off and give those to Jim. He can use them to wipe that jism up. Fuck! It’s on the carpet. And on you, too! He’d seen the semen dribbling down the inside of my thigh from my anus. You’re fucking animals, both of you!

Tyrone shrugged and handed his boxers to me. I took them and did as my dad had said.

You’d better wipe your prick and legs off, too.

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Just then, I heard a car screech to a stop. And then loud knocks, on the door.

That’ll be the police. Open the door for them.

I went to the door and did that, still holding Tyrone’s soggy boxers in my hand. Two policemen rushed in.

My face turned red as I recognized one of them. It was Ralph, Tim’s friend, the one who’d fucked me the week before.

He looked at me and Tyrone scornfully, scanning our naked bodies and limp noodles. These are burglars? he asked my dad derisively. Or squatters?

Whatever my dad shrugged. He looked at me in disgust. That one’s my son.

Oh! Ralph said in surprise. And then grinned. You let him fuck anybody, do you?

I certainly do not! my father said angrily. That black intruder was raping him.

I shrugged. It wasn’t rape, Dad. I invited him.

It doesn’t matter. You’re underage. He looked at Tyrone vindictively. You’ll go to jail for this.

How old is your son, Sir? That was the other policeman.

Seventeen my father said curtly.

That’s over the age of consent, Sir. There’s nothing we can do, if it was consensual.

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The policeman looked at me with an amused smile. You invited him here, you said. That was for this? For sex?

I looked at him derisively. Isn’t that fucking obvious?

I want to hear it from you.

Okay, then, the answer is yes. I invited him here for sex. Of course it was consensual. I looked at Ralph maliciously. I wanted to feel his black prick up my ass again, cumming again and again inside me. It’s so fucking huge! I smirked. He’s fucking good.

You’ve had him before, have you? Ralph asked quietly. He looked at me quizzically. Do you pay him?

Fuck, no! I laughed in surprise. You think I need to pay to get my ass fucked? Fuck! He’s paying me. I realized that wasn’t quite true. Well, his friends are, anyway.

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Friends? The older policeman was looking at me intently. You do this often, for pay?

Well, no, not that often. Just when I feel like it. Or need money. My father was looking at me in astonishment. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re putting words in my mouth.

I don’t think so. You’d both better come down with us to the station. The policeman looked at Tyrone derisively. You do have clothes you can put on, I presume.

Upstairs Tyrone nodded grimly. In his bedroom.

Go put them on. Both of you. He looked at Ralph. Go with them. And get his ID. He looked back at Tyrone. That’s your car outside, I presume.

Not mine Tyrone shrugged. It belongs to ... a friend.

The one who’s paying for this?

Tyrone just bit his lips and didn’t say anything.

You have the registration?

Tyrone nodded. In the car.

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[5]

What’s he doing here? I asked in surprise.

I’d been in a cell at the police station for over an hour. They’d put Tyrone and me in separate cells, and were taking me to an interview room when I suddenly saw Volodya come out of a second interview room.

You recognize each other, do you? That was the older policeman who’d been in my home. He’d followed Volodya out.

I not know this boy Volodya said curtly, looking at me threateningly.

Your friend Tyrone was having sex with him the policeman said helpfully.

Volodya shook his head. Nothing to do with me. He looked at me coldly. I not fuck English trash.

You did last night I said impetuously. You liked it enough then.

Grebanyy idiotya! Volodya spat angrily. He looked at the policeman. This police smear, for bribe? I here in country on legal business.

We’ll see if it’s legal, soon enough the policeman shrugged, nodding to a constable who took Volodya away. He bundled me into the interview room, turned on a recording device, and murmured something into it.

This is so we don’t have to take notes he told me.

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You recognized that man the policeman smiled when we’d sat down.

Yeah, well ...

You said he fucked you last night.

I shrugged. Okay, so he fucked me. Do you have to ask me about that?

He’s one of the ones who paid you?

I nodded. Works for them, anyway.

He picked up the phone and dialed. He’s in here now he said into it.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, until the door opened and an older man came in.

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Drop your pants the older man said peremptorily.

I looked at him in surprise.

Do you not understand English? he asked acerbically. Drop them, bend over, and show us your buttocks.

I was too astonished to disobey, pulling my shirt up as I displayed them.

That’s what you told me you saw the older man nodded to the policeman. Impressive.

He looked at me contemptuously. Who gave you get all that, boy?

I didn’t answer. May I get up now?

Apparently the Russian who owns the care was one of them the policeman told him.

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You told us earlier that you’d been paid for sex the policeman smiled. Getting your buttocks beaten was part of that?

I suppose so I shrugged. It happened.

I guess you get good money for offering guys that. Do you know you’ll get beaten when you go with a customer?

I shrugged again. I did last night.

By the guy you just encountered? Volodya, was that his name?

I nodded. By pretty much everybody who was there. I paused, thinking back. Well, the ones who fucked me, anyway. I snorted. The whole evening was pretty wild.

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How and where did you get picked up? In town, here in Crawley? I nodded. That gay bar on Pegler? I nodded again. Is that where that Russian picked you up? Or was it your black friend, the one fucking you in your house?

Neither. It was some young guys, Russian aircrew. I’d met them before.

They’d paid you? I nodded. For beating your ass as well as sex?

Yeah I nodded again. That’s why I knew what to expect. I shrugged. They liked doing that. Liked it a lot.

They paid you for that? And you let them do it?

Well, sure. The sex was good. They promised me even more money if I’d go with them again last night, out to that Russian’s place.

To where that Russian lives? The one you recognized in the corridor?

Yeah. Well, to where he works, anyway. It’s an older Russian who runs the place. Tyrone and Volodya both work for him. I think maybe the aircrew guys do too.

Tyrone’s the black guy we picked up at your place?

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I looked at them warily as I nodded. Why all the questions? Am I under arrest or something?

No, you’re just helping us with our inquiries. You’re not the first teenager to have been picked up and molested by guys like them.

I told you before. It was consensual.

But they paid you for it. And you’re under eighteen.

Well, yeah. I’d admitted that without thinking. I figured I might as well get paid if they were offering that. That’s not illegal any more, is it?

It is for them, if they paid you to do that.

Okay then, well, they didn’t. I shrugged. Not the older guys, anyway, the ones that ran the place. I figured I’d better explain. They held it back, ’til the next time I performed for them.

Doesn’t sound all that profitable for you the older man snorted.

Well, maybe not right then. But they said they’d pay even more if I left it with them and came out again. I shrugged. Not that it matters all that much. I was horny, okay? I’d have gone with them, anyway even if they didn’t pay.

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[6]

There was a knock on the door. The boy’s father’s lawyer is here, Sergeant.

Oh, good the older man nodded. He greeted the lawyer. The boy’s being helpful, Willsborough.

He’s not in danger of being charged, I trust.

No, not at all. He’s clearly a victim. He glanced at me. Drop your pants. Show Mr Willsborough what you showed us.

My goodness! the lawyer said in surprise when I did that. He got that from the black who raped him?

From several customers, it would appear the policeman explained. They paid him to let them do that. He was taken to a manor house to perform for them.

Really! How many were there?

Oh, seven or eight I shrugged. Including the guys that brought me.

So many? They were there to watch? Or to participate? He snorted when I shrugged. That certainly does sound like a performance.

It was I nodded. They videoed it. I smirked. Said they’d pay even more, if what they’d filmed looked good.

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The policeman was clearly interested. Videos of everything? The sex too? I nodded. Did they look professional? Like they knew what they were doing?

Oh, sure! They had it all: mobile lights, expensive cameras on dollies, cameramen, you name it. Volodya —the guy out in the corridor— was one of the camera guys.

I thought you said he fucked you.

He did. Used a prison strap on me, too. They took turns manning the cameras.

And the black guy at your place? Was he a performer too?

Oh, yeah I nodded. Caned me, fucked me, gave me a lot. I smirked. We were hot together. He turned me on. His prick was great!

And they videoed all that, sex and all.

Of course. Volodya and the other one got it all. Full shots, closeups, you name it.

To sell.

I presume so I shrugged. That’s what they told me, anyway. They said what I’d done would be a real moneymaker.

And you did that willingly?

Well, they didn’t give me much choice. They caned me until I agreed.

Videoing that too?

Yeah, all of it. I smirked. They got off on that. Off on fucking everything.

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I see what you mean the lawyer nodded sagely. He smiled at the older policeman. A valuable witness.

Yes the sergeant nodded. We’ll need your help to protect his anonymity. He shrugged. If we can.

Of course the lawyer nodded, looking at me appraisingly. I trust you’ll continue to cooperate, Fawkes. It would avoid considerable embarrassment to you and your family if we can avoid your testifying publicly.

Yes, Sir I nodded instinctively, beginning to realize what I’d got into.

We’ll take a detailed written statement from him now the policeman stated. That and the doctor’s report may be enough.

Make sure you tell them everything the lawyer advised. Don’t hide anything, or say anything but the truth. Anything else, and you risk a jail sentence for perjury. I looked at him fearfully. Understand?

Yes, Sir.

You’re sure you do? It’s imperative that you tell everything, Jim. If you don’t, you could be jailed too. In which case, this would all be public. You don’t want that for your family, do you?

I shook my head, nodding agreement. Fuck the family! I didn’t want that for me.

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[7]

When I got home, the atmosphere was decidedly chilly.

It got even cooler over the next few days. The few times I saw my father, he just looked at me in disgust and turned away.

It was chilly at school, too. I don’t know how word got around, or even if it did. It could have been just me, the way I acted. I felt depressed and moped around, not wanting to talk to anybody.

It didn’t help that I had to avoid PE. I didn’t dare let others see the bruises on my buttocks and thighs.

I didn’t hear anything from the police, other than that inquiries were progressing.

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The first news about the case was a brief report in next Saturday’s weekly Crawley Courier:

LOCAL SEX RING BROKEN, RUSSIANS CHARGED

Members of a local porn ring have been brought to justice by Crawley police after a recent raid on an isolated manor house west of Crawley. Charges were filed against two Russians and another man earlier this week in Sussex Criminal Court.

The charges allege that the Russians trafficked in teenage gay sex and pornography, beating and raping an unidentified local teenager while filming it all. Lured to his fate by promises of money and sex, the sexually active gay youth was apparently forced to submit to multiple acts of sadism and sexual brutality while being violated, all videoed for an unknown audience. Apparently, the youth was only the latest of a number of other young victims to be subjected to similar barbarism in pornographic videos made here in Crawley.

Because of the youth of the victim, the Courier is unable to publish the names of the accused nor any details of the evidence obtained against them, other than that the charges involve criminal assault, rape, battery, production of pornography, and solicitation of prostitution on the part of a minor. The Russians are being held in jail pending a trial.

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[8]

Is that you the story is about?

Randy was on the phone, curiosity oozing from the receiver.

What story? I asked, trying to sound innocent. I’d seen the report earlier that morning.

The story in the Courier. The one about a local kid being raped and beaten for a porno video. Was that you?

Oh, come on I tried to laugh. You’ve got sex on your brain if you think that.

I know what you’ve been doing Randy pressed. You were looking for that kind of sex. I bet it was you.

No way!

Is that why you’ve been acting funny? You’ve been standoffish for the last couple of weeks.

I’ve had a cold, that’s all.

I don’t think it’s been a cold. Tell you what. Come on over here and let’s talk. We’ve not seen each other for a fortnight.

I can’t. I’ve got stuff to do.

He laughed. You’re lying. If you’re not willing to come over, I’ll know the story’s about you.

Oh, okay. But just to talk for a while, okay?

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Peter was there when I arrived.

It didn’t take long for them to find out everything. Peter sat on my chest while Randy pulled my shoes and jeans off.

Come on, don’t do this! He was pulling my undershorts off.

I knew you were lying Randy grinned. He’d picked my ankles up and passed them to Peter, fingering the remaining welts as Peter pulled my ass up off the floor. You got a lot. His fingers moved up my ass crack onto my prick. It turned you on, did it?

I shrugged in embarrassment, feeling my prick swell.

What do you think, Peter? Look at this hard-on. Think he wants more now? I couldn’t help pushing into his hand as he pulled my foreskin back.

He sure wants something Peter grinned. He’s really done this before? Gone with guys to get his ass beaten?

Oh, yeah Randy nodded. Tell him, Jim. Tell him how many guys you’ve done that with over the last month.

I shook my head. Let me go, okay?

Not until you tell us everything.

There’s nothing to tell. Come on! Let me up!

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Make him talk Peter grinned.

I will Randy smirked, picking up a belt. Keep pulling his ass up. He’s asking for this.

No! I begged, trying desperately to push Peter off my chest. Don’t fucking beat me! My ass is still sore.

And it’s going to get even more sore if you don’t open up. Let’s each give him a dozen, Peter, see if that makes him talk.

I bet he’ll cum if we do that Peter grinned. If you sold your ass to those guys, you really must have wanted what you got.

No! I didn’t! Peter had pushed the backs of my knees down, opening my ass crack wide.

Come on, guys! Please! Randy was reaching back. Let me up! This isn’t fair!

Not until you tell us everything Peter laughed. He grinned at Randy. Make him talk!

I will Randy grinned.

NO!! PLEASE! Randy had reached way back. OH, GOD! YAAAOOOWHHH!!

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[9]

It had been six days since my ass had got beaten by those Russians out at that manor house, but it was still tender. That first blast from Randy was more than I could take.

Please, guys! Don’t do this! Randy was reaching back again. YAIOOOOWHHH!! PLEASE!

Randy had wrapped the end of his belt around his wrist, so that almost three-quarters was available to slash down on me. And was hitting hard.

OH, JESUS! YEEOOOWHHH!! He’d slashed that one down across my anus. JESUS! FUCK! DON’T HIT ME THERE!

This where those guys got you? Randy grinned. This what turned you on?

NO! AAOOOWHHH!! FUCK! He’d slashed the belt in there again.

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OH, JESUS! PLEASE!

Randy was grinning ear-to-ear as he reached back for his next blow. Is this what you got from Tim?

NO! PLEASE! OH, JESUS! YAAOOOOWHHH!! PLEASE!

Who’s Tim? Peter asked.

One of the guys he went with. The policeman who did it to me in jail.

Fuck! You’re kidding!

I’m not Randy smirked, shaking his head as he reached back. He’s really into this.

That’s not true! AAAOOOWHHH!! OH, JESUS! PLEASE! That one had slashed into the inside of my thigh.

AOOOWGHHH!! FUCK! Randy was speeding up. YAIOOOWHHH!!! FUCKING SHIT!! AOOOOWGHHH!! YAAOOOOWHHH!

Let’s get him over the edge of the bed Randy grinned. He likes to be fucked, too.

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I tried unsuccessfully to resist, swearing and jabbing out as they pulled me up off the floor and draped me over Randy’s bed.

Look at him Randy laughed, pushing K-Y in through my anus. He really goes for this.

I couldn’t help it. His fingers up inside me had really turned me on.

He’s hard? Peter grinned. He was sitting on my upper back, pushing my arms up with his knees.

You’d better believe it Randy laughed. He really goes for this.

He was slapping my buttocks with one hand, reaching under me with the other to grab the hard-on I was pushing against the bed.

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Oh, God! I gasped. I couldn’t help pushing into his hand as he pulled my foreskin back.

Yeah! Randy grinned, reaching down to pick up the belt. He goes for this, all right.

YAAAOOOWHHH!! FUCK!! He’d slashed the belt across my sit spot. STOP THIS! AAOOOWHHH!! PLEASE! He was hitting into my thighs. PLEASE STOP! WAAOOOOOHHH!! YOU’VE GOT TO STOP! PLEASE!

No, we don’t Peter giggled, pushing my arms up even more. Hit harder, Randy. And start over! Let’s really give it to him! This is fun!

Oh, please! I begged. YAAOOOOWHHH!! PLEASE!

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They both gave me another dozen. And both fucked me hard, still holding me down over the bed.

Peter was especially bad. He’d brought a wooden hairbrush in his pack, and started using that right after he pulled out.

AOOOWHHH!! OH JESUS, PETER! THAT FUCKING HURTS!

Good! You still hard? He reached between my legs. Yeah, you like this, all right. He slammed the hairbrush in harder.

YAIOOOWHHH!! PLEASE! AOOOOWHHH!! NO MORE! AAOOOWGHHH!! YAOOOWHHH!! IT’S TOO MUCH!

He was alternating between buttocks now, slamming that hairbrush into me as hard as he could. SHIT! AOOOWHHH!! The brush was really burning me. YAAOOOWHHH!! PLEASE STOP! AOOOWHHH!! PLEASE!

He suddenly dropped the brush and rammed his prick into me, lunging again and again as he fucked me a second time.

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God, he goes for this! Peter giggled again. He’s still hard. They’d got me back on the floor after Peter pulled out, Randy sitting on my chest this time.

OH, PLEASE! They’d picked my legs up again. Randy had taken them from Peter and pulled them wide open, pulling my ass even further up than before. NOT AGAIN! Peter had picked up the belt.

What do you say, Randy? Down on his asshole again?

Why not? Randy grinned. We know he goes for that.

I don’t! YAIEEOOOWHHH!! FUCK! Peter had really slashed down hard. DON’T DO THIS!

He’s still hard Peter jeered, slashing down on me again. No wonder those guys went for him, if he likes it this much.

GOD! OH, GOD! Peter had grabbed my hard-on and was jerking me off, slashing the belt down on me each time he pulled my foreskin back. OH, WOW! He’d really turned me on. AOOOOWHHH!! WOW! OH, JESUS! FUCKING WOW!

OH, WOW! I suddenly started shooting, Peter still slashing down on me.

I shot all over Randy’s belly as well as down on my own. OH, FUCK! I was still shooting. OH, WOW!

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That was something else! Peter grinned. We’d got some beer from Randy’s parents’ fridge and were sitting on the floor.

So tell us what happened with those Russian guys Randy smirked. How did what you got from them compare to what you just got?

What Russians?

He wants us to start over Peter jeered.

Oh, okay I sighed. I did go with them. I shrugged, taking another beer. They gave me a whole lot more than you guys did, if you want to know.

And it turned you on? Randy grinned. It must have.

I shrugged and then nodded. There wasn’t much point denying it.

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Did they really video everything? Peter asked. They must have paid you a lot.

They were supposed to I grimaced.

Peter looked at me and laughed. You mean you got all that and they didn’t pay? You really did get fucked.

Would you go with them again? Randy asked, looking at me curiously. Pay or no pay?

You mean if they don’t end up in jail? I snorted scornfully.

Yeah Randy nodded. Would you?

I just shrugged.

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Who knows? I thought to myself. Would I do it again if I had the chance?

Maybe I would, I thought. I’d sure cum enough when they gave it to me, that was for sure. Just like I’d cum just now.

I looked at Randy and Peter. They looked so innocent, so naive, like what I’d been a month ago. But not innocent enough to have refrained from beating me just now. Nor to have held back from holding me down and fucking me.

What about you guys? I jeered. Would you do what we just did, over again?

You need to ask? Peter grinned.