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Black Knight Takes White Pawn - 1
by Pegboy (attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A sixteen-year-old boy is seduced by two black men and 
introduced to a world of submissive sex. (MM/m-teen,
intr, 1st-gay-expr, drugs, oral, anal)

***

PART 1

I first met Arnim in March, 1965. We both worked for a 
well-known department store in London: in the packing and 
returns department at the rear of the building. Mr Potter, 
the person in charge of the department, was a hard man to 
please. He was ex-army and arrived for work each morning 
dressed in a pinstripe suit and bowler hat. He openly 
called me the 'gormless wonder' and Arnim the 'Zulu from 
Brixton', even though Arnim was a West Indian and lived in 
Islington. The man was a real tyrant, but the work was 
easy, so we swallowed on the insults and spent most of our 
time discussing soul music and girls.

Arnim was thirty-four years old and very handsome. His skin 
was coal-black, his hair close-cropped and he had a neatly 
trimmed moustache. He was tall, well-built and had a 
personality that far outshone my own - I was very shy at 
the age of sixteen and in need of someone like Arnim to 
coax me out of my shell.

Arnim had spent a lot of time in Scandinavian, and said 
that Swedish girls just loved to have sex with black men: 
'They would line up and drop their knickers for any good-
looking stud'. He then went on to say that he had often 
slept with two girls at the same time, and on one occasion 
he had fucked the mother of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl, 
while the girl watched and waited her turn. Arnim certainly 
knew how to get my cock twitching with his sex stories - I 
was still a virgin at sixteen and didn't have a girlfriend, 
so I was mighty envious of my friend's amorous adventures.

Once a month, usually on a Sunday, Arnim would invite me 
along to his flat in Islington. We would drink a few beers, 
listen to a couple of records and talk about the music 
scene in America: Arnim's knowledge of blues and soul was 
awesome; he invariably knew the names of the session 
musicians that had played on a particular track, and the 
reason why the producer had picked them.

During one such visit a friend of Arnim's stopped by for a 
beer and a chat. Leo was in his early twenties, black and 
very good-looking. He worked for a small record company as 
a gofer; but to supplement his income he bought and sold 
stuff that wasn't readily available on the high street. 
Pornography was his main stock in trade, especially the 
films and magazines that featured the really kinky stuff. 
He said most of the material he sold was smuggled in from 
the Continent, but some of the more unusual films were 
being made in this country.

I was intrigued, so after another beer and a lot of 
sycophantic crawling, I managed to persuade Leo to show me 
the photographs he had in his 'for sale' portfolio. They 
were all eight by ten prints of Karen, his new girlfriend. 
She was a young blonde who clearly enjoyed sucking cock. 
Leo said she was a really good fuck and liked being 
photographed having sex with two or more men. He then 
showed me another batch of prints from the portfolio. These 
featured Karen down on her hands and knees with a big, 
black cock in her mouth and another up her cunt - the girl 
looked so-o-o hot.

Arnim nudged me in the ribs with his elbow and smiled when 
he saw the growing bulge between my legs. He said I should 
get my cock out and show it to Leo; if it met with his 
approval, he would phone Karen and ask her to come over. 
Leo nodded his head and said his girlfriend would love to 
suck on my cock, especially if she could do it in front of 
a camera. The beer, which Leo had fortified with a little 
'jungle juice' from his hip-flask, was making me think 
seriously about the idea - but still my inhibitions were 
keeping me from getting my cock out in front of the two 
men.

Arnim suggested I finish off my beer and take another look 
at the photographs. He said Karen might want to give him a 
blowjob as well, so I would be doing him a real big favour 
by standing up and revealing all. Leo laughed and said my 
'white boy' cock was probably too small to satisfy his 
girlfriend's insatiable appetite. This well-aimed gibe did 
the trick. I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my 
hard-standing cock; and as I did so, I felt a sudden and 
overwhelming urge to have sex with someone - and it didn't 
matter who that someone was. All my inhibitions had 
suddenly vanished and I was feeling extremely randy.

Arnim and Leo were quick to take advantage of my new-found 
bravado. They urged me to drink directly from the hip-flask 
as they removed all my clothes and began stroking my cock 
and squeezing my arse-cheeks. I knew the likes of Mr Potter 
would condemn this sort of behaviour and call it unnatural, 
but I was far too excited to care. Besides, I liked the 
idea of Arnim taking hold of my cock and using it to lead 
me down the hallway and into his bedroom.

Leo laughed when Arnim said I was just what the doctor had 
ordered. I didn't take too much notice of the remark at the 
time, but I later discovered that Arnim was talking about 
Paul Bridges: a doctor of psychiatry who enjoyed organising 
sex parties for his friends and the friends of his friends.

I sat on the bed and watched Arnim stroking his ten-inch 
cock. I was amazed by its size and shape, which clearly put 
my seven-inch length to shame. The two men were now naked 
and sitting on either side of me. Arnim said he wanted to 
see Karen squeeze my balls and drain my cock completely 
dry. Leo tightened his grip around my stem and said he 
wanted to see me squeeze Arnim's balls and drain his cock 
completely dry. I just sat there and smiled.

Arnim told me to lie back and turn onto my side. He then 
took up a sixty-nine position in front of me and offered me 
his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my arse-
cheeks apart and pushed a finger, which was covered in 
Vaseline, into my rectum. I felt the finger slip inside but 
I didn't let the sensation distract me from the task at 
hand. I eased back my friend's foreskin and ran the tip of 
my tongue over his large, bulbous knob. The 'jungle juice' 
surging through my bloodstream was making me feel really 
good. My cock was rock hard and I didn't give a damn about 
being 'the girl' in this threesome - I needed to have sex 
and that was that.

Arnim took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I 
shuddered with excitement, opened my mouth and sucked in 
several inches of coal-black cock. Leo slipped a second 
finger into my rectum and said something to Arnim in West 
Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in 
and out with ease - there was no pain involved, just some 
mild discomfort at times.

I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend's 
cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert: knowing 
exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a 
climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with raw 
enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He said I 
was a 'rude boy' with a nice looking cock and an arsehole 
that needed fucking. It was then that his two fingers were 
removed and replaced by a hard-standing cock.

Apart from the colour, Leo's cock was very similar to my 
own: it was some seven inches long, uncut and quite chunky. 
However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven inches when 
it entered my virgin hole. I winced and tried to pull away, 
but I was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In 
desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began 
to overwhelm me. This didn't seem to bother him none, he 
just carried on pinching my nipples, biting my neck and 
fucking my arse.

'Be still, boy!' he ordered between love bites. 'Just relax 
and go with the flow. A white boy like you should be 
begging for more black cock, not less.'

The pain did ease off a bit as Leo's length made itself at 
home. This allowed me to settle down again and start 
enjoying myself, which in turn prompted the two men to 
redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable 
climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy did I come! My 
whole body began to convulse as Arnim devoured every drop 
of seed I could produce. In fact, he wouldn't let go of my 
ball-sac until he had it all.

Leo was next to come. He gave out a mighty roar and 
continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was awash 
with sperm. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head 
back, forcing me to open my mouth and release my friend's 
cock. This allowed Arnim to take hold of his erection and 
bring things to a spectacular close - my face was 
completely covered in sperm by the time he had shed his 
load.

Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse-
cheeks and said he and Arnim were going to rub some face 
cream [sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them get 
on with it - the sex had completely drained me, so I was 
well and truly out of it by the time they had finished 
cleaning me up.

* * *

I was still lying on the bed in the nude when I woke up 
some two hours later. My arse and head were both competing 
for the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Arnim was standing 
over me with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin 
in the other. Embarrassment swept over me as I downed the 
pills and sipped the water. Arnim said Leo was to blame for 
what had happened earlier: 'The randy fucker should have 
phoned Karen'. I agreed and quickly finished off the water, 
knowing full well that Arnim and I were just as much to 
blame.

Arnim sat down on the bed and said I should lie back and 
relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave it a little 
squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was just what I 
wanted him to do.

I never did get to meet Karen that day. I left Arnim's flat 
the moment I was fully sober. I just couldn't believe what 
had happened, and why I had enjoyed it so much. Guilt and 
embarrassment swept over me as I walked to the underground 
station. I was a shirt-lifter; a queer; a nancy-boy. 
Fortunately, I could limit the damage by phoning Mr Potter 
the next day and resigning. That way, I would never see 
Arnim or Leo again.

Monday was my scheduled day off, so I decided to stay in 
bed all morning and mull over my decision to resign - I was 
definitely having second thoughts. I didn't relish the idea 
of working alongside Arnim and pretending nothing had 
happened, but why resign! No one at the store would hear 
about what we had done, and besides, I was having some 
pretty strange dreams about big black hands and small white 
arse-cheeks.

* * *

My next visit to the flat was on the following Sunday. 
Arnim invited me in and said that Leo was going to be late. 
Therefore, I had a choice: I could listen to some music in 
the living-room or join him in the bedroom for a quick warm 
up session. My face went bright red. I wanted so much to 
have sex with my friend, but I was far too shy to say so. 
Arnim gave me a knowing look and told me to strip off in 
the bathroom, freshen up and join him in the bedroom.

In the bathroom, on the shelf below the mirror, I found a 
hand-written note, a yellow coloured pill and a glass of 
water. The note explained that the pill would help me 
relax: it would melt away my inhibitions and turn me back 
into 'a randy little cock-sucker'. There would be no more 
embarrassment and no more alcoholic hangovers. I picked up 
the glass of water and swallowed the pill.

Arnim was lying on the bed in the nude when I entered the 
bedroom. His long, muscular legs were spread wide apart and 
his cock was fully erect. I remember feeling really horny 
as I closed the door and made my way over to the object of 
my desire. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I 
clambered onto the bed and took charge of my friend's ten-
inch cock.

Leo entered the room some ten minutes later with Paul, the 
shrink. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to let the 
doctor's presence faze me in any way; in fact, I kind of 
liked the idea of a stranger watching me suck cock - it 
made me feel really wicked.

Leo helped Paul set up his photographic equipment as I 
continued to work on my friend's ten-inch cock. Paul, who 
was in his late fifties, enjoyed taking photographs of men 
having sex with teenagers. He had dozens of these sex romps 
on film, including the one that featured Karen and the two 
black studs. Now he was about to add another new face to 
his collection.

With the camera and lights set-up on aluminium tripods, it 
only took Leo a few minutes to get naked and involved in 
the action. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand 
between my legs and took hold of my erection. His vice-like 
grip was the first indication I had that this session was 
going to be just like the last - the man was clearly out to 
dominate me. He forced my hard-standing cock back, between 
my thighs, and held it there while he covered my arse-
cheeks with painful love bits.

Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of my head and forced it down 
on his coal-black stem; holding it there until I gagged. 
The camera shutter went into overdrive as I struggled to 
deal with the cock in my mouth and the assault on my arse.

Paul congratulated Arnim on his find and said that I would 
make an excellent sex slave. He then asked Leo what he 
thought of Arnim's new bum-boy. The man biting my arse 
laughed and said, in an upper-class accent that mimicked 
the good doctor's, 'Yes, I do believe he will make an 
excellent slave.'

Paul told me to stop sucking cock and lie face down on the 
bed, with my legs as far apart as possible. The experience 
that followed was truly awesome. I grit my teeth and winced 
as Arnim straddled my lower back and helped Leo push a 
well-oiled dildo into my rectum. My tearful protests 
prompted the shrink to call me 'a pathetic cry-baby'; and 
once again, a well-aimed gibe did the trick - I stopped 
complaining immediately and did my best to accommodate the 
large, rubber intruder.

Paul was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing 
to me in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in 
deep and ream me out, which they did on several occasions. 
However, these slow and painful attempts to expand my inner 
sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by 
Arnim, who decided to remove the dildo and let Leo's cock 
have a go.

The weight of Leo's body on top of mine was crushing. He 
spread himself out on my back and took an age to get 
comfortable. 'I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' he whispered in my 
ear. 'I'm gonna fuck your white boy arse and fill you up 
with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the ten-inch 
chopper is gonna take my place.'

Encouraged by Paul, Leo plunged his hard-standing cock into 
my hole and fucked me like a man possessed. The camera 
captured the whole thing on film, and towards the end, Paul 
turned to Arnim and said that he now had it all, 'ebony on 
ivory; master on slave; man on boy'.

Leo's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for the 
both of us; and so was Arnim's: his cock certainly left a 
lasting impression on my burning hole. I really had to 
struggle to accommodate his 'ten-inch chopper', which made 
my eyes water the instant it was pushed into my battered 
rectum. The two men took great pleasure in making me squirm 
beneath their hot, virile bodies. I remember lying on the 
bed with my arms and legs fully outstretched as they took 
it in turn to hammer my 'white boy' rump into the mattress.

* * *

Arnim had no trouble in persuading me to appear in front of 
Paul's camera again the following Sunday. This time, the 
sex-romp between the three of us was far less free flowing 
and passionate: there was no pill available and Paul was 
constantly interrupting the action with tedious requests 
for specific poses. For instance, I was happily sucking on 
Leo's cock when Paul decided he wanted a few shots of my 
arsehole. He asked Arnim and Leo to turn me onto my front 
and spread my legs apart. I heard the camera shutter open 
and close several times as my anus was captured on film in 
glorious close-up. I was still being held in this position 
when I felt something cold and wet slip in and out of my 
rectum. I raised my head quickly and saw, reflected in the 
dresser mirror, Paul holding a jar of lubricant in one hand 
and an anal speculum (a phallic-shaped surgical device) in 
the other.

The speculum was inserted into my rectum a second time and 
rotated some ninety degrees. A lever was then released and 
two metal wings snapped open against the walls of my inner 
sanctum. There was no pain, just some mild discomfort. The 
wings continued to press hard against the walls of my 
rectum as Paul took several photographs of what he called 
my 'tunnel of love'.

With the device removed, Arnim and Leo released my legs and 
turned me over again. They then grabbed my ankles and 
raised my legs high into the air. More photographs were 
taken of my anus as the two men stood on either side of the 
bed and held my legs wide apart - the image of a giant 
wishbone being broken in two suddenly flashed through my 
mind.

This happened again the following Sunday; but this time, 
instead of being released and fucked by Leo and Arnim, the 
bedroom door suddenly opened and in walked two naked men.

Brian and Roy were both in their late thirties. They were 
white, slim and rugged looking, with Roy being the taller 
of the two. Paul, the only one in the room with clothes on, 
greeted the two newcomers warmly and asked them for their 
opinion of Arnim's new bum-boy. My face went bright red as 
Brian and Roy gave me the once over.

'He'll do,' replied Brian, as he took hold of his cock and 
began stroking it.

Roy simply looked at Paul and, with a glint in his eye, 
smiled.

'Good!' said Paul. 'Now close the door and get stuck in.'

Arnim and Leo were pleased to see that I wasn't going to 
make a fuss about being offered to Brian and Roy. They had 
tightened their grip around my ankles when the two men had 
entered the room - fearing that I might over react and try 
to spoil the party. But now they were quite happy to 
release my legs and watch me take care of Brian's six-inch 
length, which was circumcised, and Roy's seven-inch length, 
which was uncut.

Paul was never worried about me over reacting to his little 
surprise. Being a good judge of character, he knew that I 
was a natural-born submissive with a desperate need to 
please others. He also knew I was a cock-hungry slut and 
totally bewitched by Arnim's magnetic personality - so why 
wouldn't I welcome a surprise gang-bang.

The four men took great delight in dominating me for the 
remainder of the afternoon. My arse-cheeks were slapped 
repeatedly as each man took it in turn to tweak my nipples 
and squeeze my balls. Roy, the most dominant of the four, 
kept encouraging me to suck cock - if I didn't have a cock 
in my mouth he would flick my nipples and verbally abuse me 
until I did.

I really enjoyed being the centre of attention that day, 
even though I was being dominated by a group of heavy-
handed ruffians. My body was pushed from pillar to post as 
each man took it in turn to fuck me: beginning with Roy and 
ending with Brian, who fucked me on my back with my arse in 
the air and my legs jack-knifed over my head.

After a bath and a respite, which lasted for almost an 
hour, I was led back to the bedroom for another session in 
front the camera. Arnim encouraged his friends to use my 
body in any way they wished - he even asked Paul to strip 
off and get involved, but Paul declined the offer, saying 
that it was more important for him to stay behind the 
camera and capture the gang-bang on film. He then suggested 
the men shave off my pubic hair, saying that I would look a 
lot younger on film without it.

'Great idea,' said Roy. 'It'll make him look like a twelve-
year-old schoolboy. I would really love to shag a twelve-
year-old schoolboy right now, especially if he looked like 
sexy Trevor here.'

'Schoolgirl more like,' scoffed Brian. 'Check out that long 
blond hair and those baby-blue eyes. He looks more like...'

'You can be a real arsehole sometimes,' interrupted Roy. 
'Most boys have long hair nowadays. It's the fashion.'

'That's enough, you two,' snapped Arnim. 'Trevor doesn't 
look like a girl, he's just good-looking. Isn't that right, 
Paul?'

'Yes, he's a really good-looking boy. Now stop all the 
chatter and shave off his bloody pubes.'

Using a razor and a pair of scissors, Brian and Leo removed 
all the hair from around my genitals in no time at all. 
Arnim ensured that I was scalped with the utmost care, 
although the TCP and ice-cold water he used to finish off 
the job did put our friendship on hold for several teeth-
clenching minutes.

Paul continued to take photographs of everything that was 
happening to me on the bed, including my scalping. He then 
set to work capturing the second gang-bang on film. And as 
before, the four men took great delight in dominating me: I 
was thrown around on the bed like a rag doll, and my body 
was pushed and pulled into all kinds of unusual positions.

The photofloods were switched off around six in the 
evening. I was totally shattered by then and couldn't get 
off the bed - the men had really put me through the ringer. 
I could hear them laughing and joking through the open 
doorway as I lay in the dark, recovering. My arms and legs 
ached; my arse-cheeks were covered in red slap marks; and 
my rectum was awash with four lots of sperm - it was a 
session I would never forget.

* * *

It was raining when we arrived outside the block of flats 
in Clarence Avenue. Leo parked his Rover opposite the main 
entrance to Pinewood Court and gathered up the films he was 
hoping to sell to Paul. Arnim said the shrink had dozens of 
films in his collection and was always on the lookout for 
more.

Paul took our coats at the front door and led us down the 
hallway and into a large living-room. The curtains had been 
drawn and an 8mm projector stood on a stand behind the 
sofa. In front of the sofa, some twelve feet away, stood a 
portable screen on a tripod. Paul said he had just finished 
setting up the equipment and couldn't wait to see all the 
goodies on offer. This announcement prompted Arnim to put 
his hand on my shoulder and tell me to find the bathroom, 
strip off and freshen up.

The good doctor was reeling-up a film on the projector when 
I returned to the living-room in the nude. Arnim, who was 
sitting in the middle of the sofa, beckoned me over and 
told me to climb aboard. I felt so wicked sitting on my 
friend's lap and stretching out along the entire length of 
the sofa, resting my head on one armrest and my feet on the 
other.

My cock began to twitch the instant the lights went out and 
the film began to roll. On screen, two boys and a middle-
aged man were sitting at a table, playing cards. The boys 
were maybe nine or ten years old and the game they were 
playing was clearly a variant of strip poker.

Boy number one was a cute little blond. He had doll-like 
eyes, a small upturned nose and rosebud lips. His card 
playing skills were next to non-existent, so he didn't 
smile all that often. However, when he did win a hand, his 
impish grin lit up the screen.

Boy number two had a shock of dark hair and a long, thin 
face. He wasn't good-looking, but the spectacles he wore 
gave him the look of an innocent swot, which, from a boy-
lover's point of view, made him just as attractive as the 
cute little blond.

The adult member of the cast was ideally suited to the role 
of seducer. His reassuring smile encouraged the two boys, 
even when they were losing heavily, to keep on playing. The 
man looked like everyone's favourite uncle. He had wiry 
brown hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled chin; and his warm, 
friendly manner ensured that the boys unbuckled, unbuttoned 
and unzipped without complaint.

Within ten minutes the boys were completely naked and 
performing a series of cock-sucking forfeits on each other. 
The blond was lying flat-out on the table, on his back, 
with the swot above him in a sixty-nine position. The man 
stood beside the table and encouraged the boys to suck 
cock, and as they did so, he gently caressed the swot's 
tiny bottom.

Then, as the man began finger-fucking the youngster's 
arsehole, Leo stopped the film and rewound it - Arnim 
explained to me, in a whisper, that Leo wasn't going to let 
Paul see the whole film until he had paid for it.

'Excellent,' said Paul. 'I've seen that blond boy before. 
He was in that fishing trip film you sold me last month.'

Paul helped Leo set up the next film as Arnim pulled back 
my foreskin as far as it would go and repeatedly ran the 
tip of his right index finger over my shiny, wet knob. He 
could see that I was in desperate need of relief, but knew, 
as I did, that he wasn't going to satisfy that need until 
he was good and ready.

The setting for the next film was a stretch of sandy beach 
on a warm, sunny day. On screen, a naked man was 
introducing a young boy to the wonders of naturism. The man 
was in his late twenties, good-looking and muscular. He had 
wavy brown hair, a hairy chest and a long, uncut cock.

The boy, who was maybe seven or eight years old, was 
another cute little blond. He had a really tiny, uncut 
cock, which stood upright when fully erect. Leo stopped the 
film a few seconds after the boy had taken hold of the 
man's hard-standing cock.

Paul didn't say a word when the lights came on again. He 
just stood by the projector and watched my fully erect cock 
being teased and tormented by Arnim's fingers.

The third and last film featured a naked teenager being 
bound and gagged by two men dressed in black leather. The 
teenager, who had no hair around his genitals, was hung 
upside-down from the ceiling by his ankles: leather ankle-
straps attached to a metal leg-spreader and chain held him 
suspended in mid-air.

He hung there, completely helpless, as one man slapped his 
arse-cheeks and the other squeezed his ball sac. The two 
men then spun him round and round so that they could both 
slap his arse as it passed by.

I was totally mesmerised by this extreme form of sex. I 
found the concept of a teenager, like myself, being held 
captive in this way very arousing. The leather straps and 
rope restraints didn't turn me off at all; in fact, they 
actually strengthened my determination to seek out this 
form of sex for myself.

Arnim wasn't foolish enough to think that he could contain 
my excitement for much longer, especially with the images 
on the screen getting more extreme by the minute. With time 
running out, Paul was invited to get down on his knees and 
suck in my hard-standing cock; and as he did so, a jet of 
sperm hit the back of his throat.

Paul certainly knew how to prolong the life of a climax. My 
whole body shuddered whenever the tip of his tongue visited 
the most sensitive parts of my knob. The man had latched 
onto my cock like a limpet, and he wasn't going to let go 
until he had drained my ball sac completely dry.

My dreams were filled with images of leather-clad men for 
weeks after that first visit to Clarence Avenue. The mere 
thought of being restrained and trained by such men made 
the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I was hooked 
on bondage and needed to know more about it. Unfortunately 
my search for information produced nothing of any real 
value, so I decided to return to the good doctor's flat and 
ask him for help.

Paul was only too happy to assist a fellow enthusiast. His 
collection of pornography contained all the bondage 
information I needed. However, his offer of help did come 
with a few strings attached: first, I had to be naked at 
all times during my visits; second, I had to obey his every 
instruction; third, I had to address him as 'Sir'.

I agreed to all three conditions in an instant and made an 
arrangement to visit the flat the next evening. As ordered, 
I arrived on the stroke of eight and stripped off in the 
bathroom. The action-packed film show lasted for almost two 
hours, and as before, I lay on the sofa with Paul attached 
to my cock like a limpet.

My next visit to the flat included an overnight stay in the 
holding cell, which in reality was a converted walk-in 
cloakroom. The cell's heavy wooden door had been painted 
light grey to match the colour of the concrete walls and 
ceiling within; and the only item of furniture in the cell 
was a high-back wooden chair, which had been bolted to the 
concrete floor and painted black.

Spending the night in the holding cell was an extremely 
uncomfortable experience. I sat naked and cold in the 
darkness for almost eight hours; and to add insult to 
injury, a dozen or so ropes held me securely in place: with 
one rope looped round my head several times to form a 
rather crude but effective gag.

I was released from my bonds in the morning and sent to the 
bathroom to get cleaned up. After breakfast, which 
consisted of nothing more than a crust of bread and some 
water, I was instructed to go through the boxes I found in 
the spare bedroom and sort out the content. If I completed 
the task by noon, said Paul, I would be allowed to go home; 
if not, I would be doomed to spend another night in the 
holding cell.

The six cardboard boxes I found in the spare bedroom were 
filled with black and white photographs of naked and semi-
naked boys. Ancient Harry, a good friend of Paul's, had 
taken the photographs during his time as a housemaster: he 
had spent twenty years teaching ancient history and music 
to public schoolboys, and the photographs depicted all the 
boys he had been able to seduce from 1947 to 1964.

Every boy in the collection could be seen in and out of 
school uniform; and there were dozens of group sessions 
featuring boys having sex with Paul and Graham, a man I was 
to meet a week later.

Being a good organiser, I decided to empty out each box in 
turn and use the number and date stamp on the back of every 
print to sort out the sessions in chronological order. The 
first photograph from the box labelled '1947-1949' featured 
a twelve-year-old boy in a dark blue school uniform.

The boy named 'Robert John Chennell (Age: 12)' was standing 
in front of a large stone fireplace with a glint in his eye 
and a mischievous grin on his face. The next photograph 
from the box featured Robert sitting in a leather armchair. 
The school uniform was nowhere to be seen and the youngster 
was stroking his fully erect cock, which was really tiny.

It took quite a time to sort out the thirty or so prints 
that made up Robert's first appearance in front of the 
housemaster's camera, and it quickly became apparent that I 
would miss the noon deadline if I continued to study each 
and every photograph in detail. Therefore, I decided to 
sacrifice myself for art and spend another night in the 
holding cell - I just couldn't resist it.

Continued in part 2...

(c) 2007 Pegboy

All comments welcome (attaboy-jo-jo@hotmail.co.uk)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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