The Learning Curve

The Learning Curve
By Les Lea 

The young lad coughed and spluttered and was on the edge of panic as the cock thrust once more deep into his throat. Naked, terrified and alone, apart from the owner of the thrusting cock, he was powerless to do anything other than learn to accept his fate.
With his hands fastened behind his back and leather straps attached to both his ankles and wrists, he knew that whatever was happening to him he had to learn to come to terms with quickly as he was sure the straps hadn’t been attached for ornamental use. Again he coughed and spluttered and tried to pull away from the invading piece of man-flesh but the hands gripping the back of his head made movement almost impossible. He so desperately wanted to bite, and bite as hard as he could into his monstrous assailant, but the threat of the dire consequences should that happen made him try and shove such thoughts to the back of his mind and attempt to do what he was being made to do – take a thick, long cock deep down his throat. He continued to gag as the dick pushed again to the back of his raw gullet and his head was held tight as he thrashed around desperate for release. The pressure on the back of his head was lessened and he pulled off the spit-slicked 

 cock gasping for air. His face covered in snot, slimy spit and god knows what else his body had manufactured whilst endured his fate. He only managed a couple of deep lungs-full before his drooling wet mouth was guided back onto the shiny bulbous cock-head and once again it was forcefully inserted back down his throat.

“Remember who owns that ass” the owner of the cock repeated as the lad gulped for air.
“Remember who’s going to feed you dick… any time he wants.” He pulled on the leather choker that was fastened around the lad’s neck. “Here boy!” That quick yank was just a reminder of who was in charge, not that the lad was under any illusions, but it did make him try and focus again on what he had to do. The man’s cock battered the back of the boy’s throat and heavy bollocks bounced repeated against his hairless chin as a rapid succession of thrusts suddenly engulfed a mouth that couldn’t cope.  The poor lad convulsed as the large cock made repeated trips down his painfully sore oesophagus making his breathing more erratic. He panicked every time that thick knob made his throat contract but his lesson in how to take cock… and suck that cock to its owner’s satisfaction… was relentless. 

Two days earlier 18 year-old Jake had met Andy, a fantastic looking guy around his own age, in the local park toilet and they had been instantly attracted to each other. After a furtive bit of reciprocal wanking in one of the cubicles they had gone off for a coffee and chat to get to know each other better. Neither were out to their parents, indeed, it was the first sex they had ever had with another person and were quiet elated by what had happened. The following day they met back at the park, wanked each other off some more and agreed to meet up again that evening. Neither could be said to be worldly-wise but Andy, who looked a bit younger than Jake, surprisingly suggested they visit one of the local gay bars in town. Jake said an outright “No” as he wasn’t ready for that yet but Andy made a pretend clucking noise and before he realised he’d been had… Jake was agreeing to the visit. The bar was called ‘The Hole in the Wall’ and Andy had
 read that the place was gay from an old magazine that he’d found years earlier. The magazine may have been old but the naked, hairy guys that were spread across its pages had, over a number of years, given a youthful Andy the fuel for a night’s wanking fun. 

It was a Friday night and the two young lads waited outside for a good half hour before they plucked up the courage to go in. There were a mixture of punters, young, old, leather, label queens… the place seemed to attract every type of person. What the lads didn’t know was that although the bar on the ground floor was very respectable, there were ‘private’ rooms upstairs and a huge dark cellar below… where anything and everything went on.  The two young lads didn’t stand much of a chance once the entered the premises. Within minutes their drinks were spiked and helpful hands carried them out of the main bar. Jake was taken upstairs where he was now learning to take a cock down his throat and Andy… well Andy… shall we say… Andy was learning to entertain a cellar full of strangers. 

In his semi-drugged state Andy was guided down the stairs and into the dark and smelly cellar. Hands reached out and had him almost stripped in moments but, bless him, he struggled a bit when they tried to remove his little blue nylon briefs. Those same hands that gripped his wrists and ankles then dragged and draped him over a pool table. His little pale blue pants could just be made out in the gloom as he was stretched out tightly and the noise grew louder as a queue formed up behind him. His manic protest was met by something being shoved into his mouth and a huge hand descended with a muffled crack against his taut butt cheeks. For a couple of minutes his arse was spanked and the flaming pain grew as his pathetically protected butt was viciously beaten by some heavy sadistic hand. The tears welled up in Andy’s eyes immediately and he kept hearing someone shouting something at, or about, him with each slap. In his semi-drugged state he wasn’t sure
 what was being said to begin with and struggled, writhed and cried as the hand fell repeatedly on his punished arse. It stopped as suddenly as it begun and the entire room fell silent. A figure approached Andy and told him that - for the evening at least - he was going to perform for the crowd… and if at any point he didn’t want to perform, the voice ominously threatened, he had a whole arsenal of things to be used to change his mind. It was too dark for Andy to make out anything but shapes, and the heady smell of piss, shit, booze, testosterone and poppers made his head even woozier than it already was. Andy didn’t know what to do except fight back but that commanding voice told him to relax, to stay calm and not to fight it. After a few minutes Andy realised there was nothing he could do so stopped struggling. The owner of the voice stepped forward again and removed the cloth gag that had been thrust in the lad’s mouth earlier. “Here…
 drink this… you must be parched.” The voice wasn’t kidding. Andy’s mouth was as dry as sandpaper and he desperately needed to quench his thirst. The man pushed something forward and Andy opened his mouth to receive the bottle he thought was being offered, but at the same time he opened his mouth he tasted metal and something strange was forced in. Hands held his head still as the metal contraption was fitted correctly and Andy felt his mouth being forced open wider and wider. 

As the cock pushed once more down his gagging throat Jake tried to remember just what the big hairy bear of a man had told him as he came round from his drugged state. He was naked apart from the leather straps around his wrists and ankles and a leather lead fastened to a choker was held by the man now in front of him. Jake was scared and had no idea where he was. He had no concept that he was still at ‘The Hole In The Wall’ or that Andy was just 60 feet away from him… albeit… in an even more scarier place. The monster of a man in front of him jerked on the lead again and dragged the reluctant lad back onto his inflamed cock. “Even think about biting it and your cock and balls will be the next thing down your throat.” This was said with such menace Jake immediately shoved those very biting thoughts from his mind. Again he struggled with the invading piece of man-flesh but the slaps to his bare arse with the end of the leather lead made him
 focus even more. Suddenly the lad’s mouth was full of a salty sticky load and just as he realised what it was, the bear of a man thrust his cock all the way down the ripped and tender throat. “Take it boy… take your Master’s cum.” 

With his mouth stretched to breaking point by some sort of metal contraption Andy could only gurgle his response as the first cock pushed its way in and let loose a stream of warm piss. At the same time as his first taste of piss, his arse was being invaded by the first of many cocks he would be getting to know intimately over the next few hours. He shook in the restraints that held him tightly to the hard pool table surface, the pain he felt as that first thick knob pushed up inside him, stretching and ripping his tight little ring apart… it was almost unbearable as his mind screamed impotently while both his orifices were being filled. The pissing cock finished but still plunged on down his throat, making him gag but unable to do anything about it. With both his arse and throat being raped Andy repeatedly tried to break away from his bonds that held him spread-eagled but that only added to the pleasure of his rapists. Cock after cock was thrust down
 his throat and up his arse as the unwilling victim burbled helplessly in his suffering. Cum and piss were rapidly filling his belly and he knew from the great whoops of joy from the fuckers behind how much pleasure his tight little arse bud was giving. In the space of just ten minutes his arse had been filled three times. He couldn’t escape so he stopped fighting and just let things take there course. He had no idea how long he’d been there or how long he was going to be kept where he was, servicing each cock that wanted a place to unload, but he knew he had no choice. 

Jake had some how managed to keep that thick piece of meat down his throat without gagging and his ‘Master’ seemed very pleased with him. Lots of  “Good boy” and “You just needed training” This time the slap to his young arse seemed to be a gesture of approval rather than punishment and he wiggled his butt in appreciation. The man noticed this and decided that the emphasis should now change… he pulled his cock from the boy’s throat and waved the monstrous thing in front of his tearful eyes. “OK boy… let’s see your arse eat this as well as your mouth.” He yanked on the lead and dragged it downwards and fastened it to the bed frame. Jake’s head was flat against the mattress and the hulking guy moved behind him and shoved the lad’s knees up to meet his shoulders. Jake began pleading with the man, even though he knew that it wouldn’t help and started to scream and shout as loud as he could for help. A huge hand descended on his
 upturned butt with a load crack, this was followed by a series of rapid cracks that left the boy howling in pain. When the man thought the boy had had enough his potent thick cock pushed into the little dark entrance and, not waiting on ceremony, pushed all the way up into the screaming lad’s insides. Jake’s first cock up his tiny shitter was a huge and frightening object that he’d hardly been able to contain in his throat, once it had started on its way up his arse the pain was intense. He had no idea what was happening to his bum hole as he screamed  back the horror that had just invaded his gut. Through the agony he didn’t have time to think if this was how it would have been with Andy because that thick pisser was stretching, ripping and burrowing deep into him and wasn’t going to be stopped for anything. He failed miserably to contain the pain as tears flooded into the damp and sweaty mattress and that huge, spit-slicked cock was
 returning to plough him again. Despite the words from the Master for him to relax, the pain and discomfort were too great for him to do anything except scream, cry and put up with what was happening to him. He had no choice as the cock was withdrawn and shoved back up in a slow methodical action. He wasn’t aware of the encouragement that his new Master was giving him with each easy thrust… all his arse could do was clamp tightly around the thick meaty attacker in an attempt to stop further thrusting. He failed. 

The Master loved training these lads and took great delight in releasing each one from the constraints of virginity. His masterful cock busied and buried itself in the job of opening the boy up and making him relish the feel of cock… up his butt or down his throat. Some took longer than others but, when faced with no option, it was amazing to see how many took to the job… and came back for more. After twenty minutes of solid pounding Jake’s tight little hole was no longer tight. In fact, just as the Master had thought, he detected the tell-tale wiggle as hips joined in the fucking rhythm and began to take what was being offered. Perhaps involuntarily, but Jake’s legs entwined around his fucker and drew him in tighter. The Master whispered more encouragement and the boy’s hips bucked in time to each thrust. The whimpering had almost stopped but was now punctuated by an occasional moan as the man’s cock found some new, deep point in the lad’s
 belly to poke and explore. It was now time to open up this whimpering lad to a whole new set of possibilities. 

Spunk was dripping down the inside of Andy’s thighs as the twentieth guy pulled his cock out from the slippery cum cavern that his arse had become. His mouth was still stretched and gallons of piss and cum and beer, drugs and god-knows what else was swilling around in his stomach. The ravenous horde was now just using him occasionally as they found each other to play with. In the gloom of the cellar he could still only make out blurred figures shagging and sucking around him. The voice, he recognised as the one that had inflicted the arse beating to begin with stood in front of him and, while inserting his inflamed and hard cock into his torn and battered throat, told Andy what a good job he’d done. He wasn’t really listening as he smelled his own arse secretions on the fucker’s dick at the same time it disappeared down his throat. Hands gripped onto his ears as his face was fucked hard and deep and he could do nothing. At the same time some one
 else was behind him and just as he was about to cum, his face-fucker gave a signal and a thick butt plug was inserted up the lad’s wet and dripping hole. The sudden thickness prising his sphincter muscle to extremes caused his throat to tighten and bring off his mysterious fucker in a spectacular manner. Streams of baby juice just flooded into his belly as shot after shot spurted out of the man’s thick and demanding knob. Andy’s arse tightened around the strange object, and try as he might he couldn’t squeeze the object out as it was all too painful. 

For the past few hours… upstairs… on that sweaty mattress, Jake’s arse and mouth had been hosting the attention of four of his Master’s friends. Jake’s tight little body had been tied to the wall, shackled over a barrel, spead-eagled on the bed, tied into various positions and had been used by some Viagra boosted leathermen. His cock had been bound in leather strips and his balls separated in the same manner. He was kept on the very edge of unloading himself but each time the five guys who surrounded him would slow down and let him recover, not that he wanted to as he was desperate for release but, after each anti-climax, he found he was raring to go again. Though he didn’t know it, like his mate downstairs, Jake’s arse was dripping and full of these insatiable guy’s spunky loads. Jake was now enjoying being used and even though his arse was incredibly sore… he couldn’t wait for the next guy… or two… to push up inside and fuck him
 hard. The tingling in his body was both his heightened sexuality, which unknown to him was chemically induced, and the spectacular sensations he felt as his butt slipped up and down on some new bear of a man’s thick dick. His cum- filled young body took a fucking like a prostitute and surprisingly he found the attention by the huge men to each part of his anatomy… a revelation. He had no idea he could feel the way he felt and slurped on every cock that came in range of his bruised and battered lips. 

Jake’s sudden desire for hard men fucking his brains out was not matched downstairs in the cellar where Andy lay taut and used tied over the pool table. The rush to fuck him had died down a little and only a few people occasionally came and stuffed his butt. The frenzy all around him had calmed but he couldn’t relax. He was trying to make sense of what had happened to him and for the first time since he’d entered the cellar he suddenly thought of Jake. At the same time his mind was clearing and his thoughts returning the contraption that had held his mouth open was removed and his restraints were being untied. He was knackered and had no strength left in his body as he slipped, naked to the floor. He was passed a rag which eventually he used to wipe the taste and dribble from his mouth… only to realise he was using his own stained blue underpants. As he slowly recovered many of the guys were beginning to leave but as each passed their victim they
 thanked him for being such a great fuck or praised him for being so amenable. Though he couldn’t really see in the darkness every one of them was smiling at him… appreciating the opportunity to fuck such a young and cute butt. Suddenly a bottle of water appeared and he could tell that the hand that offered him it was the same hand that had taken control of his body right at the beginning. He was nervous about accepting the proffered drink but as the bottle was thrust into his hand he had no choice.
Eventually, after just a couple of tentative sips, he asked the one remaining figure where Jake was.
“Who’s Jake?”
“The lad I came with.”
There was a bit of a silence… “The lad you came with? Mmmm”
“Where is he? What have you done with him?”
“Listen kid,” the voice boomed, ”You arrived here on your own. Your Master sent you…”
But already Andy was feeling tired and drowsy as the drugged drink began to take effect.
“…you said you wanted to have a night of un abandoned sex. You wanted to be tied down and le…..” Again Andy was only catching a few words as sleep engulfed him.
The owner of the voice never got to explain to poor Andy why things had happened to him but, as it was all lies anyway… he supposed it didn’t matter. He picked up the limp kid and flipped him over. A final shag was his main thought but the butt-plug was firmly in place and would have taken a great deal off effort to remove. He was pleased to see that the boy’s metabolism was working because his cock was still rock hard… thanks to a succession of drugs that had been forced into his mouth with all those cocks. He slurped for a few minutes and slicked the lad’s stiff cock, then did something he hadn’t done for ages. With only the cellar walls as witness he dropped his pants and straddled the comatose boy, lowering himself, with the help of his own guiding hand, onto the proud 6 thick inches of his victim. For 20 minutes he shagged himself on the boy’s rock hard cock and wanked himself to an explosive finale… coming in huge wads onto the
 young lad’s face.
Zipping himself back into his pants he set about re-clothing the night’s entertainment and threw him into the back of his car. A 15 minute drive took him to a quite bit of the countryside where he unloaded the sleeping boy and set him under a tree on some not far from a road from where he should be able to find his way home. 

Jake didn’t want his experience to stop. The five had swelled to ten and with each new visitor up his arse he screamed with delight as every guy tried to punch their cock as far into the squealing boy as they could. His enjoyment, and drug induced enthusiasm, for cock was unbelievable as he bounced with sexual fervour on the thick rods that were offered to him. For the next two days Jake was happily shackled in that small room, and in between, taking copious amounts of chemical inducements, shagged everyone and everything that entered that tiny area with its soggy and stinking mattress. 

The two lads never saw each other again. Andy, once he’d woken with a splitting head ache and a huge weight stuffed up his arse, eventually found his way home where he  swore he would never go out again. He was shocked when he’d discovered over £400 stuffed into his pocket but alas… that didn’t make the nightmares go away. Once the leathermen had used Jake as much as they wanted they drugged him and got rid of him much the same way as Andy had been set free... but for Jake it was a different story. All he wanted to do was get fucked. Anywhere, any time, any place. He worked the streets and got his arse filled daily by all manner of men. Some paid, some he did ‘cause he liked the look of them, some just took… Jake wasn’t that bothered… all he wanted was cock. He returned to The Hole In The Wall several times but he never saw the crowd he hoped for, nor got the action he wanted… that was being reserved for new ‘projects’… the
 leathermen had moved on… even if Jake hadn’t.