*Modified, as though original was posted up onto site, it is no longer available and may have been subject to a more critical review…therefore I’ve modified it a little!*** What happened at the Opticians surgery was quite incredible, I was left to clean myself up whilst they watched me, smiling and still stroking the front of their trousers. I left through the door in silence but not before Tom said, tapping my backside… “good lad…see you soon we hope?” The next few days at home were very strange. My mum knew I was in a weird mood and often said she couldn’t wait until the end of the holidays so I’d be back to college and would be someone else’s problem. I thought the same as it might keep me away from trouble at home and give my mind something else to think about. At least the football season started soon and the team I played for had started training. We weren’t very good, the lads came from a few local villages and we met up twice a week at a park about 20 minute drive away. I’d get the bus there with a couple of guys who were a bit older than me. Anything to get out of the village was good and I made sure I went to all the training sessions, even going early and coming back later which actually showed willing and I made the first team!! It had been raining pretty heavily in the morning and it was still drizzling, most of the lads had buggered of without staying to help put stuff away leaving just the three of us to do it. By the time we’d finished the coach was already in his car and he then drove off leaving me and Pete, to walk to the bus stop. We’d been at the bus stop for more than 40 minutes, a post by the side of the road and no shelter so not exactly a good place to wait in the rain. We started to think we’d missed the bus. “It can’t have gone…it’s not 12.30 yet”….. Pete said, I just stood kicking at the grass verge and said “maybe it was early” “They can’t do that…can they?”…. “I dunno, but if it isn’t coming we’ve got ages for the next one cos it’s Sunday” “Shit….I’ve got dinner at my girlfriends house…we need to walk home then, and if it comes along we’ll stop it then…OK?”... I had no problems with that, so we started walking. We didn’t talk much, we didn’t really have much in common, he was 19 a year older than me and lived close to my village but went to a different college, football was about all we could talk about. We kept checking behind us in case the bus was driving up behind, but no joy. It’s not a busy road and only a couple of cars had passed by in 10 minutes walking. “We could try hitching a lift”…Pete said…he stuck his thumb out and carried on walking. Another car drove past, but made no attempt to slowdown…”fucker” …Pete shouted at it and we carried on walking with nothing but fields either side of the road, and a single width pathway to walk down. Walking behind Pete, I heard someone else coming, looking over my shoulder, it wasn’t the bus but another car, it drove past us again…but then it’s brake lights flashed for a second and then they came on permanently and they stopped. Pete turned around….”brilliant, c’mon”…and he started jogging towards the car, I followed up behind. Pete went to the passenger window and peered in, ”you guys need a lift?...terrible weather isn’t it….. you’ve been playing rugby I reckon…if you’re not going far I can drop you off somewhere?” “No it was football, but yehhh that’d be cool, just down to Morton village….thanks”…said Pete “Splendid, you chuck your muddy boots in the boot, grab the rug out and put it on the back seat, I can’t have you getting the missus’s car wet n dirty with your wet gear….in fact slip those wet muddy shorts off too if you don’t mind, and that’ll make doubly sure I don’t get it in the neck for a soaked back seat..Ok?” “Sure…no problem” said Pete and he went to open the boot and chuck his boots in. “Good lad” Baaaaammmm…those words hit me like a hammer in the chest, “good lad”…I knew those words and who probably said them. I tried desperately to look into the car and saw the back of a mans head. I couldn’t see perfectly because of condensation on the windows. “help me lay this out” Pete was leaning into the rear drivers side open door, he stuck his head up…”cmon, help flatten this out over the seat!”… I opened the other back door and there he was, peering over his shoulder at me with a huge grin on his face. Tom. I broke eye contact immediately and pulled the blanket across the back seat, my head panicking. “Great, hop in then lads” said Tom…I was waiting for him to start talking to me, dreading he’d give it away that he knew me. The car moved off, me in the back seat with Pete, sitting on a rug in our wet football shirts, wet socks and pants….in front was Tom, someone I didn’t much like but who had me at his mercy really. “So you lads, had a game then?” “Err no, just training…..we missed the bus”…said Pete. “Ohhh that’s a shame. Good job I happened by then” “Yes, thanks for stopping”...I stayed out of the conversation, head tuned looking out of the window. “ So, you lads live in the village then, I’ve not seen you around before?”…I looked up and caught him looking back at me in the mirror, he winked. I turned back to the window, wishing I could curl up into a ball and disappear. “No I live just outside, near the pub on the corner”…said Pete. “Ohh yehh, I know, well it makes sense for me to drop you off first then”…he looked back at us again, I could see he picked up on my worried expression….”that is unless you lads are doing something together?.....he smirked at me as he said it, knowing I’d read into his comment. “No, that’ll be great I’m late already....the pub would be good”…Pete looked at me and nodded and I nodded back. He had no idea! Tom asked Pete where he was going to do after is exams were done, and I stayed quiet. In what seemed to be seconds, we stopped and Pete was opening the door. “Thanks for the lift, see you next week at training” “No problem young man, pleasure to help out….hope all goes well in the exams!”…Pete was out of the car and at the back getting his boots and shorts. “There’s a nice young man, and what a lovely look he has” I looked over and out of the window to see Pete bending over to pull his shorts on, and Tom was obviously doing the same thing. “Right lets go shall we?”…we were off again and I started to get that butterfly feeling again, a mix of nervousness and excitement. Home wasn’t too far away, maybe 5 minutes and I could hold on until then. “Just need to get some petrol, won’t be 2 minutes”… ….I Iooked into the mirror but there was nothing coming back. The rug I was sitting on was properly wet now, and I’m guessing hadn’t really protected the back seat at all. It was pretty warm in the car and condensation made it more difficult to peer out of the side windows. The petrol station was this side of the village and we were there pretty quickly. We pulled into the forecourt and the guy came out of the garage to fill up the car. Tom got out and had a chat with him as he filled the car, he then went to the garage office to pay.. A few seconds later Tom was back at the car… “Right sunshine, petrol’s not getting any cheaper, anyway lets be on our way”…car started and he pulled away from the pump, drove off the forecourt and down the small slip road only to stop at the end a turn left into a small layby. What now?... I looked left and right, I’d been past this place loads of times and never knew this was here, it was a small bit of gravel track next to the road but with bushes next to it so you can’t see the layby. There was a small hut thing at the end with graffiti on it but nothing else. The car stopped, and I looked up to see Tom looking back in the mirror. “Now then, where have you been sunshine?....we’ve missed you” I didn’t respond, he turned around and looked at me with a stern look. “Cmon, sunshine, cat got your tongue?....we’re mates aren’t we?” Again I just looked down, I didn’t know what to say. “Listen, I know its all a bit different but we’re all in the same club. It’s just a bit of fun and you seem so good at playing …..what do you say? He was right, it was all a bit weird, and I knew it wasn’t what my mates were doing but it was also exciting and deep down I liked playing the game. “Why don’t we start again, you and me?....I looked up, saw his smile, he looked different….”Well, shall we play a little?....you know you like it.”….I said nothing, but the thought of playing around made my groin warm and tingly. “Listen lad, I’m trying to be nice here….let’s play shall we?”….he wasn’t smiling now, he was telling me off. “ummm…OK”……I mumbled “See I knew you did, it’s only natural….a fine lad like you to be curious. There’s nothing wrong in trying new things, especially if nobody’s getting hurt….don’t you think?” “I guess so”…I shifted a little bit. “I didn’t let on that we’ve met before to your mate, did I?...I wouldn’t do that….but of course if you wanted him to join us that would be great?” “He’s a fine looking lad, your mate” “He’s not my mate”…I responded quickly. I didn’t want someone else joining us and maybe spoiling it. “Ohh sorry I thought he was, a fine looking lad indeed…..”you know, you’re looking good too. You’re definitely filling out so the training must be working, your legs look very muscular.” I looked down at my legs and kind of stretched them out, I don’t know why. “Yesss, point your toes and let’s see those thigh muscles”…He gestured for me to put my leg through the gap in the front seat, I put my right leg through …”that’s nice…..he touched my foot and calf as my leg sat alongside him. “That’s a strong calf muscle….your football socks are a bit wet”….he then rolled my sock up over my calf, and past my knee . They were long and ended up half way up my thigh. “Ohhh yes, very nice young man….do the other one too”…his voice was calm but firm….”that’s it slowly now let’s savour the moment” I had no idea what he meant, but I like the fact that he was telling me what to do, it felt nice rolling my sock up onto my thigh, I’d have no idea of how to make myself feel this way. He was in charge. I had both legs stretched out with my socks high up my thigh…”Mmmmmm… lovely…now why don’t you let me see what it looks like from behind. Turn, kneel on the seat facing the back window”….I didn’t understand and it sounded was just weird so I didn’t move. “I said turn around and kneel down…NOW… …please”…..this time he seemed angry. I knelt up on the wet rug and turned around to look out of the back window, which was now completely misted up. “beautiful…just beautiful”…I kind of smiled inside. “now shimmy backwards to me a little and let’s get those pants tight over your bottom”…I slid my knees backwards towards him and bent forward a little. “that’s it bend over a little more”…my hands were now holding the top of the back seat and I pushed my head down into the bottom of the seat. His touch shocked me. His hands slid over my bottom, both cheeks. “Ohhhh my….yes those pants are tight and your long socks make you look like you’re wearing stockings….what a picture….just lovely” He stroked up and down the back of my legs, across my thigh high socks, over my skin and up to my bottom. It felt wonderful. ‘Slap’…I lifted my head…”don’t worry…go down”…I dropped my head again ‘slap….slap’…they weren’t very hard and felt good really…. “there… is that nice?”…….I didn’t answer. “I said, is that nice?.....well is it?.....we’re going to need to work on your discipline boy” “uhh hhh” …..I said. It was really hot in the car and my head was all over the place. When he switched from stroking my bottom and covered legs to slapping me it was an incredible feeling…’slap….slap…slap’…all a little harder now. “MMMMmmmm….I think you’re really into this…aren’t you love….a nice little spanking” Then there was a rush of cold air across my backside… “That’s fantastic Tom…is he OK for me to join in?”….I quickly turned my head and there looking through Toms’ open window was the guy from the petrol station. “I thought I’d missed you…had another car pull in…but glad to see you’ve waited for me!” “No, we’ve only just got going….haven’t we sunshine?.....Simon here is a mate of mine and likes the same kind of fun we all do…isn’t that right Simon? “God yehhhh, and you’re a sight for sore eyes lad…” I tried to turn back around and sit normally, but Tom had other ideas. “Where are you going lad?... you stay still, we need to get back to where we were before Simon barged in ….ehhh….there’s a good lad”…. He pushed me back into position, bottom in the air, head down wet pants sticking to my cheeks and my long socks up high on my thighs . “He likes this….don’t you lad?”…he went back to stroking my bottom and added a firm slap. It felt wrong but nice. “Come on Tom let’s have a look”…the door opened and he had reached in across Tom and took over from him…”Ohhh god this is nice…such a soft arse and these stockings are great”…he added some slaps which were firmer than Toms and I let out a little yelp. His hand then centred on my bottom crack and he glided his finger up and down, pressing the material into it. “Spread your legs a little sunshine”….said Tom …”lets see how much you’re enjoying this”…he put both hands between my legs and pushed them apart, then placed one hand up and cupped my balls… “Uuuuhhh”…I sighed….he gripped harder and then slid his hand further up to grasp my hard cock. “Well…well…we all know how much this is being enjoyed. You’re rock hard lad…lovely”….I couldn’t hide the feeling of being under his control. Simon was still massaging my bottom, with the odd slap, until he then gripped my pants in one hand and then lifted them up into my crack, exposing my cheek flesh completely…’slap … slap….slap….slap’…. “now that’s a lovely pink bum…he stroked it and then gave it a few more slaps as Tom continued to massage my cock, feeling the pre-com that was now flowing out. “I think we need to switch things around a little”…Tom stopped and got out of the car, replaced immediately by Simon who sat in the drivers seat. Tom came to the back and got in next to me. “Look what you’ve done to me”…he rubbed his groin…” go on lad, have a feel of how hard I am…don’t be shy” He grabbed my left hand and put it into his crotch, he was huge. I remember he was bigger than the Doc’ and right now he was bursting out. …” go on, get it out and get re-acquainted with it….it’s missed you….you were excellent before” I remember last time, he needed to force it into my mouth, it was so big. “Go on get along with it” Simon’s hand had replaced Toms, on my cock and he was rolling my balls around and sliding a finger up into my crack…it was heaven. The car was steaming hot, the windows dripping with condensation, and I’m about to get another lesson I think. I start to undo his trousers one handed which wasn’t easy….”We haven’t all day lad “…Tom grunted, and he unzipped himself shifted slightly and his huge cock sprung out, he slid his boxers and trousers down a little…”right…feast on that sunshine”…he gripped the back of my head and forced my face down onto his cock. “MMMFFFFF”…I went straight onto his cock, it smelt a little odd but I had no time to dwell on it as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled and pushed my head on his cock. “Ohhh yess lad…that’s’ great….use that tongue too ….don’t let me down now…keep going you beautiful cocksucker you”…I was not in control of my actions…he was using my mouth as a tool and it felt good. “God that looks horny Tom”…said Simon. I had needed to turn around to please Tom and Simon was no longer able to slap me, which was a shame as it kind of took my mind of the oral punishment I was getting. “I’m coming round”…he said. The next thing I knew, the door behind me had opened and the cold air hit my bottom. “Fuck yehh”2..said Simon. I tried to glance back but couldn’t really see him as Tom continued to pump my mouth with his cock….”you’re my lovely little cocksucker….a right cock tart…” My face was being slammed into his groin, I had no time to breath with saliva pouring out of my mouth around his hard cock. The smell a combination of sweat and pre-cum, I was trying to relax my mouth but struggling. “That’s it you little bitch ….…get me to cum” ….this sounded wrong but so good, part of me wanted to please him at any cost. Simon started tugging my socks higher up my thighs…”God that looks good”…he gave my bum a few more slaps….”lets cool that down a bit”…then two very cold wet hands started to rub my cheeks. He’d scooped up water from the top of the car and was almost washing my bottom…it felt incredible. “Mmmmm…what say we get these off ehhh?....we don’t need them now…but the stockings are staying on!”….he tugged my pants down to my knees “lift up lad” I willingly lifted one knee after the other to allow him to get my pants off…“Lovely” Tom stopped pumping so hard and lifted my face up, it was red hot and dripping with saliva… ” wow…don’t you look a picture…here suck this” …he pressed his finger my mouth “cmon, suck that like it’s your favourite flavour ….mmmmm…slowly…catch your breath a little” He reached under me and grabbed my cock which was still pretty hard, he started to milk it a bit which only made me suck his cock with more vigour. I closed my eyes…..”take your time lad…open your eyes and look into mine…that’s it slowly…I want to see those cock hungry eyes.” I stared deep into his eyes…”that’s it….you’re mine lad “ He removed his finger and pushed my head back down onto his cock but didn’t pound my mouth, instead he let me do it which felt so good. Simon had spread my legs a little and was gliding a finger down my now exposed crack, and then started to tickle my bum hole. “Will the lad take it?....he looks so small” “Yehhhh he’ll be fine, but not too much early on…we don’t want to damage the poor lad”…they laughed. “You’d like Simon to play with your bottom wouldn’t you?” My mouth was full of cock, and the only way I could respond was to stick my bottow up higher and spread my legs a little wider!...”well that answered that”…Simon said…and they laughed again. “Good girl, I’m proud of you”…Tom said, and I felt good. Instantly Simon was pressing at my hole, circling his finger around and slowly into me. I pushed away at first but he put his arm around my waist and pulled me back onto his finger. “Oooo…he’s tight…let’s work that in nice and slow….Ok lad?” I was still busy on Toms cock, and could only move my hips a little, which Simon took as an invitation to start pumping his finger into me,….my God it felt weird and stung a little at first. “Lets swap round”…Tom lifted my head from his cock and pushed me towards Simon who seemed a little surprised. Looking straight at me. “Christ lad, your face is as red as a telephone box and all that saliva will help you get this down you. He started to unbuckle his trousers but then grabbed my hair and started to rub my face into his trousers. They smelt of oil and petrol. “ Nice ehhh….that’s it suck me through my overalls…see how you get on” He ground my face into his groin..”Cmon bitch get that nice and wet”…I was trying desperately to get saliva onto my tongue and to wet his trousers. He then pulled me off. “ Get it out lad…it’s been waiting for you!” Tom had gotten out of the car and was admiring my bottom stuck up in the air with my thigh high socks..”Christ that looks good…I think we’ll need to get you some more of this lad, you look great” He slapped me a few times and then reached between my legs to feel my cock. As he did I felt his other hand between my crack and without any warning he forced his thumb up into me. I jumped and almost bit Simon. “fuck..lad, be carefull” “Sorry, my fault"….said Tom …”I’m seeing how much he’ll take….what about it lad…you reckon I could go deeper?”….I was on Simons cock and the smell of petrol was just adding to the whole crazy situation…I just did as before and pushed my bum up higher… “Well the little bitch wants more…lets see then” He pushed his thumb deeper into me and then started to pump it into me whilst massaging my hard cock. I can’t explain the heat, excitement, smell but only to say that I was being used and it didn’t seem to matter. Simon started to moan…”ohhh…here he goes” said Tom…”he’s a big boy but a bit too eager” Simon pulled his cock out of my mouth and seconds later my face was being plastered with warm spunk…”uhhh…uuhhh.uhhh”…he continued aiming at my face until it stopped. “Fuck that was good…” “Right now it’s the lads turn” Tom ordered.…”kneel up and shift towards Simon boy”….so I moved to the edge of the seat. “On your knees Simon” “What?”…. “On your Knees” ….Tom said again…”it’s his turn to make a mess of you now” Simon went down on his knees in front of me, and Tom shifted up behind me. “kneel up lad and spread a little wider”…he reached around with one hand and started to wank my small cock at Simons face. The other hand went between my legs and between my cheeks then he forced his finger up into me. “Relax lad….lets make a mess of his face”…he started to wank me, I looked down and could see my small cock disappearing into his huge hand and relaxed down onto his finger…”nice one lad”..he kissed my neck and bit my ear hard. “Cum for me bitch….cum for your master” He pumped his finger slowly and my cock a little faster, in a few moments I could feel the pressure from deep within me and my spunk spurted out all into Simons face.. “Aaahhhh….hhhhh.” I let out a big moan and Simon smiled at me as he wiped his face. I slumped forward onto my knees. “My turn” Tom grabbed me around the waist and turned me onto my back. He knelt there between my legs his hand around his hard cock and started to wank. “Yehhhh Tom…cum all over the little tart…fill his face…the little cocksuking bitch”….I looked up to see Simon right above my face wanking himself again. “You ready lad…ready for me to cover that chest of yours?....lift your shirt up…lets see those nipples”…I lifted up my shirt to show my nipples. Simon reached down and started to play and pinch them. “Cmon lad…you can do that for yourself…you play for your master”…I took over from Simon and pinched, stroked and rubbed my chest and nipples….”good girl….don;t forget that little cock of yours too….I’m close” I used one hand on my cock and the other on my nipples. “Fuck this is hot Tom…we need to do this again”…Simon was wanking slowly with a look of intense pleasure. “Here lad…take this.”…he exploded everywhere…my chest, groin neck and face. “Well rub it in son…don’t waste it now”…I made sure it was used. “Right I’m off Tom…it’s been great and we’ve got to get this bitch back here again”…he patted my cheek…”see you later cocksucker”…and he was off back to the petrol station. “Well…well… lad, that was something else wasn’t it?... Did you enjoy it?....you look like you did!” I looked up at him and felt ashamed and proud all in one , but didn’t answer….”You’re not far from here and it’s not raining, do you reckon you’re OK to walk the 5 minutes home?” That’s exactly what I wanted, I needed to sort myself out before going home. “And don’t you dare wash tonight….I want you to feel me all over you as you wank yourself to sleep tonight…OK?”…..I didn’t respond…..”.I said…you don’t wash…do you understand?...I’m your master now and you need to obey or suffer the consequences!”