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The Exhibition (MM, exh, rp, oral, anal, hum).
By Silverspell <Silverspell@hotmail.com>
Date: 1999
This story contains adult material and is not suitable
for minors. This story also contains graphic descriptions
of forced oral and anal sex. If this isn't your thing,
you have been warned! Comments and suggestions are
appreciated and may be directed to:
Silverspell@hotmail.com
Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated by the
idea of public nudity. I think the risk was always the
handle for me, the fear of what could occur if I was
'caught'. I used to play at exposing myself outside,
seeing how far I could go, and this followed me into
later life.
To be blunt, I became an exhibitionist, it's not an
uncommon fetish and certainly not something one would
consider life changing. At their very worst, I always
imagined the consequences of discovery to be merely
humiliating.
Actually, I have often found contemplation of this in
itself to be arousing, perhaps I'm also a bit
subordinate. Anyway, as I discovered about a year ago,
my pastime was nowhere near as harmless as I had
previously believed.
-=*=-
It was late autumn, and the early onset of darkness
provided many opportunities for my own arousal. I was
17 when these events took place.
Bear in mind that my experiments were still limited at
this time, and nowhere near as adventurous as other
exhibitionists. This time, on the pretence of renting a
video, I set out for the high street from my home. It was
late, and once out of sight of the house I slipped into
the shadows of a garden to tend to the business at hand.
I was dressed in jeans, a shirt and a knee-length leather
coat. After carefully unbuttoning the coat, my trembling
fingers found my fly and unzipped. I cannot convey to
you the excitement of this act, even under cover of
darkness.
Cold air flooded my groin and my already erect penis
sprang out to savor it. I enjoyed the sensation a
moment, then slipped my hand underneath my hard cock to
cup my balls. This done, I gently freed them as well,
until my entire genitalia protruded from my pants.
I have no doubt I looked ridiculous, my cock and bollocks
hanging out like an actor from some cheap porn flick.
But the embarrassment turned me on even more.
My dick isn't huge, but that night I was so hard it
reached a good 6 inches (6 « to be exact; like all men
I've measured it). Once I had adjusted them to my
satisfaction, I re-buttoned my coat, being careful to
cover myself completely. The lump made what I was doing
obvious, as did my walk; the cold metal zipper pressed
uncomfortably into my skin, and the rough fabric of my
coat rubbed against my helmet.
Needless to say, the walk to my local video store took
some time, and with every step the wind rushed upwards to
chill my tender arousal. But I made it there eventually
to find the shop on the point of closing. Apart from the
clerk, there wasn't a person in sight, even the street
outside was empty.
Heart pounding, I made a pretence of studying the
selection, all the while surreptitiously masturbating
through my coat. In due time the attendant went out back
to answer the phone, and that was when I made the worst
mistake of my life.
Unable to contain myself, I fumbled frantically with the
buttons of my jacket, and hastily jerked it open. There
I was, standing in this shop with my dick out and erect,
the opportunity was too good to be true, and far more
daring than anything I had tried before.
Standing in plain view, I gripped my dick and began
wanking furiously. I intended only a few strokes, but
the pleasure was such that I had to get off, and moments
later orgasm overtook me. I thrust violently into my
palm and with an audible gasp, shot a stream of hot white
spunk out onto floor.
That was it. That was the moment I realized my
predicament, so I hastily wiped my hands on my shirt, and
stuffed my semen-covered prick back into my pants. I
could do nothing about the cum on the floor, but didn't
really care.
As it turned out, someone cared very much, but I wasn't
to know that until a week later...
Ironically, it was on an entirely innocent venture that I
suffered the consequences of my past actions. I rented
another video, I think it was Die Hard, intending to have
a quiet night in.
The present I left the clerk had been cleaned, and I
managed to suppress a chuckle at this. But my mirth
ended sharply when I returned home to open the cassette
box. Inside was certainly not Die Hard, instead there
lay only a blank tape and a cryptic note. 'Saturday,
11:00 PM', it read.
To be honest I knew what it was even before I played it,
but the possibility of a security camera in such a small
store had passed me by completely back then. But there I
was, in black and white, clearly jacking off in public.
My heart hammered in my chest and I felt short of breath.
What would happen to me? Would the tape be sent to the
police, resulting in my arrest for indecent exposure?
This was beyond a joke, my parents would disown me. I
almost broke down in tears, but I managed to keep a grip
long enough to go to the shop at 11:00, that Saturday
evening.
The sign on the shop door read closed, but the lights
were on. Steeling myself, I plucked up the courage to
enter, and was confronted by the same clerk I had seen
before. He was seated behind the counter, his face
expressionless.
I can honestly say this was the most intimidating moment
of my life, and I found that I could not meet his gaze.
A few moments silence extended to an eternity, and in a
desperate attempt to avoid that stare, I focused on every
other detail.
His nametag read 'James', and he was taller than me by a
good few inches. Clearly older as well, possibly 25, and
bulkier. There was no trace of the youth that marked me,
he was well muscled. His hair was long and black,
framing pale skin and high cheekbones. There was a
faintly arrogant twist to his mouth, obviously an
unconscious expression.
"Can you explain this?" he said suddenly, picking up the
tape.
I glanced up, startled. His eyes were blue, and they
bored into me.
"L-look, I'm sorry okay. God, I'm so embarrassed, I just
don't know how to explain things...."
He cut me off with a sharp gesture. "Explain?" he
snarled, "Do you have any idea of how I felt when I had
to clean up after you? You little pervert." The tape was
thrown with an audible crack back onto the counter. "I
could have you sent to prison for this."
"Oh please don't," I burst out suddenly, "I'll leave now
and never come back, I promise."
"Oh, sure, and how would that compensate me for what I
had to do last week? I had to touch your cum, and I
intend to get a little payback for that. Don't think for
a moment that I wouldn't love to expose you to the
community for the pervert you are." He paused for a
moment, the unspoken 'but' evident to me even in my
disturbed state.
"What is it?" I gushed, "What can I do to make everything
all right?"
"Just a minute," James replied, "first I want you to
explain to me why you did what you did. What possessed
you to jerk off in my store, practically in front of me.
Maybe, you're a fag, is that it?"
"No, I -"
"Shut up," he was getting into his stride now, "maybe you
were jacking off to me. Do you like the idea of me
having to touch your spunk, you little shit?"
"Stop it, stop it," I begged, now in tears, "I'm not gay,
I just like the idea of people watching me. It'll never
happen again."
Silence. I stood there, tears streaming down my face,
breathing heavily.
Slowly I looked up, to see James regarding me intently,
his face unreadable.
"Take your clothes off."
"W-what?" I gasped, "barely able to comprehend the
request.
"You heard me, strip off."
I couldn't believe it. In my wildest nightmares I had
never expected this, and I could think of nothing to do
except stall.
"Why would you want that?" I stuttered. "Besides, I just
couldn't, not here and now, someone might see."
"Someone might have seen last week - someone did see. I
had to watch you pleasure yourself then, you can do the
same now. You said before you liked to be watched,
perhaps a situation you didn't design might cure you."
There was nothing for it, no escape. My hands were
shaking so badly I almost couldn't undo my shirt. All
the while I was painfully aware of the huge window behind
me. Late as it was, someone might pass by and observe my
humiliation.
My shirt dropped to the floor in front of me, followed by
my shoes and socks. Finally my jeans, and then my
boxers, leaving me standing naked before him. I
straightened up, embarrassing though this was, and I
couldn't bear to think of what would happen next.
"That's good," he complimented, "now why don't you pick
up your clothes and get over here behind the counter with
me."
"You're not really trying to 'cure' me, are you?" I
whimpered in reply.
He sneered and repeated the request, leaving me no choice
but to obey. Any relief at being out of the public eye
was instantly negated by the sight I was confronted with
behind the desk. James' jeans bulged with a huge
erection. He smirked at me, casually ogling my naked
figure.
"Now, fag," he whispered, I think it's time you
demonstrated a little hand and mouth action."
"No, please no, don't make me do this," I begged over and
over again. But to no avail, this terrible clerk was
unmoved.
"Give me a blow job."
I reluctantly dropped to my knees before him, and paused,
unable to decide what to do next. An angry intake of
breath on the part of James spurred to me new heights of
creativity. I reached out and unbuttoned his jeans.
Just this simple act was unbelievably alien to me, to
touch another man in this manner is beyond description.
His zipper slid down at a gentle touch, releasing his
hard-on.
James' member was large, a full inch bigger than mine and
thicker as well. Veins were out lined clearly in its
surface and the foreskin was partially pulled back to
reveal a dark pink cock-head. The smell of pre-cum was
overpowering, and it beaded on his tip. I started to
grasp it, but he stopped me.
"No, I want you to kiss my balls first."
With a movement I had so often performed on myself, I
grabbed his shaft and pulled it aside, it was hot and
thick in my hand. Lowering my head, my nostrils filled
with the smell of him, I hesitantly kissed his balls.
They were warm, and the pubic hair was rough against my
lips and cheek.
He gasped at the sensation, and in response I extended my
tongue to lick these two bulbous spheres. I ran my
tongue quickly over the surface, lightly brushing them
with my teeth, then cupped one completely in my mouth.
His dick flexed in my hand at this, and a trickle of pre-
cum oozed down it's length.
"Rub it," he gasped shortly. So I slid my hand further
up, its progress slick with his juices, and began to
massage his helmet. It rested perfectly in my palm,
almost as though it was made for the purpose - or I was
made for it. I shuddered at this grim thought, and my
tormentor seemed to sense my distaste.
"Look at me," he commanded. So I did, on my knees with
his testicles in my mouth, to meet his gaze. It was then
that my shame was at its peak. Unable to withstand it
any longer, I turned my concentration back to his balls,
lapping at them and taking one and then the other in my
teeth.
Then came the time to quicken the pace. I withdrew and
rose up to regard his dick for a minute, which until now
I had been slowly wanking. I eased back the skin to
expose his blood-engorged helmet completely, and kissed
it.
I tried to get him off quickly now but he insisted I take
it slowly, forcing me to make long lapping motions from
his base to his tip. This done, I finally took his cock
in my mouth, playing my tongue across the pulsing helmet
in my mouth. I gulped repeatedly, trying to swallow as
much as I could, but I managed only about four inches
before gagging.
James didn't care. He grabbed by head in both hands at
this point and began thrusting violently into my face,
throat-fucking me. My breath came in short gasps as his
thighs, slammed into me. Needless to say I could not
resist the temptation to try to fight him off, but there
was no stopping him with his orgasm this close.
Then it happened. With a great cry he jerked deep into
me and I felt my throat fill with his scalding spunk. He
kept pumping his seed inside me, and my cheeks bulged.
Thinking I would never breath again, I gulped
automatically, swallowing the bulk of his load. But some
escaped, only to slide down his quivering shaft and lie
glistening on his heaving groin.
When he was done, I was forced to eat the remainder of
the cum that had escaped. My mouth and face were coated
with another man's semen at the finish, and I thought I
would die of shame. Cheeks burning and my stomach in
knots (partially from my recent meal of dick), I began to
dress.
"What are you doing?" James asked mockingly, "don't think
I'm done with you yet."
My heart sank.
***
James' initial rape and humiliation of me lasted only a
few hours, although it seemed much longer. The video
clerk seemed to take a sadistic delight in his abuse of
me, and his lust grew increasingly demanding. My first
naive belief that he would set me free after a single
blow job were sadly mistaken; that evening he took every
opportunity put his dick in my mouth and I quickly became
little more than his whore. When I was finally permitted
to leave, I fled the shop sobbing, traces of semen
staining my face and clinging to my hair. The taste of
it...him, lingered in my mouth for another day, and my
knees ached from the length of time I spent kneeling
before him. I was always made to lick up any of his load
that I failed to swallow immediately.
However, despite my now sizeable self-disgust, nothing
could have prepared me for what my new master had
planned. He allowed three days to pass after our first
encounter, enough time for me to grow complacent and
convince myself that he wouldn't touch me again. The
dreadful irony of those rebellious thoughts quickly came
to light, as he phoned me that very evening. There was
no civility to the exchange, his instruction were curt
and without pleasantries. I was to sneak out of the
house and await him at the top of my road; lateness would
be punished. To be honest I have no idea how I stayed
conscious throughout that dreadful conversation, and I
was left at the end with a pounding heart and weak knees.
At first I tried to deny that it had happened, but the
ticking of the clock quickly forced me to discard this as
a valid situation. Instead I resolved to hurry to meet
James and get today's humiliation over with as quickly as
possible. But why should he choose to pick me up this
time? It could only mean one thing; we were not going to
the shop. What could he be planning? With this weighing
heavily on my mind, I set out. My parents were already
in bed, so I had no trouble leaving the house, and this
time my trip was not encumbered by any exposure on my
part (or possibly of my part).
I made good time and was standing under a street lamp
waiting for him when he pulled up in his car. It was
some kind of Ford, I noted dispassionately before
climbing in. Red. It was obvious from the moment I sat
down that James was in good humor this evening. The now-
familiar smirk was plastered all over his face, and he
greeted me as if I though I were a mate, rather than his
fuck.
"Right on time," he leered, "it's great to see you're
eager to get started."
I felt like telling him I wasn't eager to do anything
with him, but I'm a fast learner. By now I knew that any
kind of retort would result in swift punishment. I had
no wish to be commanded to suck him off as he drove.
"Let me feel that little package of yours you like to
flash around so much," he murmured, taking his hand of
the gear stick and grasping my knee. I knew I was being
baited, he was trying to scare me, but I couldn't help
freezing up as his hand slid between my legs. He cupped
my cock and balls, gave them a rough squeeze, and let out
a harsh bark of laughter.
"I sure hope your ready to put on a show tonight."
With James' cruel taunts all the way the trip seemed to
last a lifetime, but in reality we could only have been
driving for fifteen minutes.
Eventually will pulled to a halt next to a seedy-looking
terraced house in one of the less savory parts of town.
I was horrified. All I could do was pray that this was
James' house, and he had taken me home for a more private
fuck. Needless to say, I couldn't have been more wrong.
James dragged me up the path, clearly bursting with
impatience now, and rang the doorbell repeatedly. After
a few moments there came the sound of bolts sliding back,
and the door swung open. Music was audible immediately,
and the smell of weed and booze billowed out. However,
my attention was drawn to the man standing before me. He
was tall, taller than James, but not as muscular. His
hair was brown and close-cropped, with a pair of striking
green eyes. At the moment these were studying me with an
inscrutable expression, so I lowered my gaze nervously.
James broke the silence.
"Tony, let me the fuck inside, it's way to cold to stand
around here ogling the meat."
I winced visibly at the word 'meat', and my anxiety
flooded over me stronger than ever. But there was no
escape. At the sharp commands of James, and the casual
gesture of Tony, I was driven inexorably inside.
The front room was small and smoky, dominated by a
leather sofa and armchair. What struck me about it
immediately was that the security tape was playing on the
VCR. Two other men were slumped in the sofa, watching me
jerk off on screen. One was clearly Tony's brother, and
the other was shorter, with black hair and softer
features than the others. Both of them had their cocks
out and were staring fixedly at the TV. I felt a blush
climb rapidly up my neck, but at the same time a kind of
perverse thrill at the arousal of these other men. I cut
that line of thought off sharply and turned back to look
at James.
"Kevin! Nick!," the two started and looked up quickly.
"The entertainment has arrived."
Nick's face lit up at the sight of me, and he actually
cried out with delight.
"Jamie, he's absolutely perfect! Even better in real
life." He addressed me directly, "do you suck cock as
well as James says you do, boy?"
I was speechless with shock and humiliation, but Nick
repeated the question. His almost effeminate features
had taken on a darker expression, and behind me someone
quietly closed the door.
"I...uh...I guess so."
They roared with laughter. On the TV I began to thrust
into my palm.
"You guess so," James mimicked in a grotesquely high-
pitched voice. "Tell us exactly what you guess-so."
Every word was agony. "I guess...I give good head."
This comment failed to initiate the laughter I expected.
Instead the men took on an almost hungry expression, and
Kevin irritably demanded that they 'get started'. James
nodded assent, and told me to strip. This I was
expecting, and at least it was out of the public eye this
time. With any luck I found myself thinking, I'd get
away with merely sucking them all off.
I walked quickly to the center of the room and pulled my
T-shirt over my head. The rest followed quickly and I
was soon standing in the center of the room, stark naked.
The feel of it was different from the first time I did
this. The air was warmer for a start, and there was less
risk, but there were more people watching me. The old
excitement set my heart hammering in my chest and I felt
my dick twitch in excitement. Oh god, nothing could be
more terrible than an erection in this crowd. They would
believe they excited me that I wanted to fuck with them.
I tried to think calming thoughts, but my body betrayed
me; my cock stiffened slightly and stood away from my
body. This hadn't happened when James had made me take
off my clothes. What was happening to me?
Nick's crow of delight wrenched me back to reality. "The
little slut's getting hard," he cried, "he's gasping for
it." His harsh language sent treacherous messages
through my impressionable body, and my dick pulsed to
life in earnest.
Kevin, masturbating furiously now, told me to touch
myself. My thoughts were completely divided now. I
could no longer deny that I was aroused by the situation.
All these men wanking over me had turned me on more than
anything in the past, and yet I was horrified and
humiliated at what this said about myself. But to be
honest, I had no real choice. My hand crept down and
gripped my aching phallus, and I began to masturbate in
front of them.
I will tell no lies about my performance. Just like in
the video shop, my excitement was such that I lasted
barely a minute, my fist rubbing frantically at my cock.
Nick came before I did, pearly white liquid erupting from
his dick and flooding over his hand. He gasped as he
ejaculated, murmuring obscene encouragement and turning
me on even more.
I creamed hard and fast in my palm, unable to think of
anything but my own pleasure. My degradation was
complete...until I felt the shame of reawakening, my load
cooling rapidly on my rapidly drooping cock, and all
these lust obsessed men gazing at me. Nick was the only
one to have actually cum, but Kevin and James were close.
"I think it's time for some blow jobs," James whispered
hoarsely, still beating off.
I actually began to feel a little relief at this request,
after all, I had sucked dick before. But my moment of
tranquility lasted but a brief moment. Tony hadn't had
his fun yet.
"No," he said suddenly, and I turned to see him leaning
in the doorway. He wasn't wanking, in fact he didn't even
have his cock out. But there could be no doubt that he
was aroused. A huge hard-on tented his ragged jeans, and
he stared at me fixedly.
"You broken him in yet Jamie?" he murmured, and I felt
my pulse quicken.
"No," his replied after a moment, "the little slut's just
gone down on me."
Tony smiled, and the expression was alien on his harsh
features. "Good.
Why don't you take James' place on the armchair, boy."
This couldn't be happening. There was no way it could be
happening. I had no doubts about what this man meant
when he said 'break me in'. But I had never really
considered it as a possibility. I followed his orders
blindly, sitting down in the recently vacated chair like
a robot. I guess I had just blanked the thought of
sodomy from my mind completely.
"Not like that. Kneel on the cushion and bend over the
back of the chair."
My fear found voice. "I beg you," I said in a rush,
"don't do this to me. I'll do anything else; suck your
cock, anything." James' laughter rang out, along with
Nick's giggle.
"Tell be how much you'd like to suck my cock," said Tony,
standing right next to me now. I was painfully aware of
the size of the dick outlined against his jeans.
"I'd love it" I cried in terror, "please let be suck your
dick. I want to feel your hard cock in my throat just
like James'. You can cum on my face and in my mouth,
anything your like. Just don't fuck my ass."
Tony clapped slowly, and leaned close to my face. I
could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he whispered, "I
can do all of this...regardless. You see, boy, there's
nothing you can do to stop me, you've come to far. Now
turn around and bend over the armchair. Oh yeah, and rub
that cum of yours into your tight little virgin asshole."
I broke down completely, tears streaming from my face,
but Tony was impassive. I knelt on the warm leather
cushion and bent gingerly over the back. My cock, still
treacherously hard, strained against the seat. My own
cum stood out against the black leather. I lay there,
regarding my cum covered hand; thick cream lathered my
fingertips. Tony slipped his hand between my legs, and
spread them roughly, exposing my tightly clenched arse.
The panting of the others filled my ears, and I felt him
guide my hand back to my pale round bottom. "Slick it
up," he grunted. Cold slimy cum trickled slowly between
my butt cheeks, and I my fingers searched for my back
door. They found it, and I moaned at the sensation as I
massaged my tender entrance with slick penetrating
fingers. Tony walked around in front of me as I did
this, until my head was level with his crotch. Once
there, he pointedly began to unbutton his trousers and
unzip his fly, gently manipulating his huge erection into
the light of day. "Here we go," he whispered, as a giant
cock sprang forward. It was at least 8 inches long, and
the skin was wrenched back with arousal. Pre-cum
glistened on his purple cock-head, and that musky smell
filled my nostrils once again.
He teased me with it, leaned forward until it brushed my
lips, leaving a slimy residue, then drawing quickly back.
But there was no putting off this ordeal for long, they
were all to eager for that. Tony strode behind me, cock
swaying as he walked, and I strained my neck to watch
him. He stood there, legs apart, hand on dick, and
positioned himself before penetrating me. "You're never
gonna feel anything like this again, boy," whispered, "I'
m going to fuck you so hard." I wanted to shut my eyes,
but I couldn't, and that hot throbbing helmet loomed
closer and closer to my tender arsehole, before nudging
wetly against it. He applied no pressure then,
delighting in watching me squirm. And squirm I did,
crying out and begging, pleading with him not to bugger
me. "It's too big," I muttered over and over again, but
he paid no heed. The pressure started, slowly at first,
so I could try to pull away, but then harder and more
firmly. Two large hands gripped my butt cheeks and it
felt like a rugby ball was pushing inside me. My
sphincter parted slowly but surely, despite my struggles
and, quite suddenly, he slid inside. The sensation was
indescribable, the feeling of the first two inches of
thick cock meat just sitting in my tender rectum. Tony
gasped in pleasure and I could see the others wanking out
of the corner of my eye.
Once again I lost my focus as he pushed forward harder.
More dick slid inside me, filling my gut completely,
until Tony's hot hard thigh's pressed against my
buttocks. I couldn't even beg anymore, all I could do
was gasp for breath and contemplate the fact that I was
being butt fucked. This was far worse than sucking cock,
I was this man's bitch now. His property.
Then came the real thrusting, as Tony pulled back quickly
and smoothly, till only his tip was buried in my rectum.
His second was much more violent and the nerves in my
arse screamed at the invasion. His buttocks clenched and
unclenched rapidly, slamming into my weak and tender
butt. I felt myself jerk forward at each savage
penetration, my face locked in a rictus of bizarre
pleasure and pain. Tony settled into a rhythm, poking
his dick impossibly far into my gut. I couldn't help but
clench my screaming rectum around Tony's invasive member,
but this served only to excite him more. The motion made
my cock hard as well, and I had to fight to keep from
cumming.
His heavy, hanging balls slapped rhythmically into mine
as he neared his peak. Thrusts became faster and jerkier
and his moaning more savage.
"Yeah, oh yeah," he gasped, "it feels so good to fuck
you."
And then it happened. There was no numbness about my
arse from his abuse, if anything my senses were
heightened. I could actually feel floods of scalding cum
pumped into my arse, and his dick flex like a snake
inside me. Spunk oozed out of my arse and trickled down
my legs, coating him and me.
Yet Tony still didn't withdraw, instead he leant against
me, still linked in this terrible fashion to my body,
savoring every moment of my fear and confusion.
All I could think of, through a haze of intense pain and
alien pleasure, was that soon it would be the others
turn. I felt dirty. I was nothing more than a whore.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.
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