Chapter Two

I fell into position on my side. The mattress and sheets were crumpled and unwashed — not too bad but definitely used. ‘Just like me,” I thought, and laughed to myself. It was small and there wasn’t much room to move. It was clearly built for a single occupant.

Sir locked the cab doors from inside, climbed into the space with me and drew the curtain. I could barely move. He uncuffed one hand and I rolled onto my back as he clicked the spare cuff into a convenient bar set into the cab. Accident or design? I’d never know. All I did know was that I was naked, cuffed, and at his mercy. My cock twitched with the thrill of it all.

Sir saw my cock stir and placed his hand on it, massaging it gently. It started to grow but never got beyond a semi. I didn’t know why because I was feeling hornier than I had ever done in my life, bursting for this to go on and on. I felt like I was at the brink of the rabbit hole, staring in; drawn to the darkness and depths but completely ignorant of what lay ahead, but still wanting to throw myself in. Or did I? Maybe it was that I wanted to be pushed? Was that why I was revelling in my helplessness?

My reveries ceased abruptly as Sir shoved my legs out of the way while he took his tracksuit bottoms off completely. It had only been 15 minutes or so since he had filled my belly with his hot load but already I could see his cock was stirring. He grabbed me, pulling me into a missionary position, pinning me to the mattress with his weight.

“You do not struggle,” he noted. I shook my head. He laughed, that derisive laugh again, and again it made my cock swell. “You are bitch boy.” It was a statement, not a question. “I make you proper bitch.” Somehow it was even more horny in his imperfect English.

But this was new. I’d sucked cocks before now but I’d never been fucked by a real cock. Neither though was I an anal virgin. Tiffany, a girl I’d been out with a few times, liked to peg me with a small strap-on, and I’d experimented myself a few times but not with anything too large. I was nervous. Sir’s cock felt thicker than anything I’d yet tried. I swallowed and reflected that I couldn’t do anything about it anyway — and nor did I want to. I closed my eyes and let the waves of helplessness and horniness crash over me, soaking myself in their exhilarating sensation.

Sir moved up and straddled my face. I was presented with his growing cock and needed no invitation to take into my eager mouth and suck. I had one free hand and I was moving it towards my cock when I stopped and moved to his instead. I realised I wanted to give him my full attention. I couldn’t hear anything as Sir’s thighs were covering my ears, so all I could feel was that lovely cock growing again to its full size.

Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and moved up a little. A sour, musty smell filled my nose, and I realised his asshole was on my lips. I’d never rimmed anyone before but it felt the most natural thing in the world to open wide and thrust my tongue in and around his hole, exploring, licking, sucking, probing. The initial taste soon went and I slobbered into his asshole which he ground over my mouth, making sure I gave it serious attention. He got off me, far too soon for my liking for I’d discovered a new favourite thing. Jesus, what was happening to me? I was sinking so very low so very fast.

I felt a wet slap on my own asshole and his rough fingers working in something cold and slippery; I knew it must be lube. He must have a secret stash in that cab, though God knows where (but I was glad he did). I knew what was coming, and that I was powerless to resist, and that I wouldn’t dream of resisting anyway. Why the hell would I resist? I felt that cock head that I had sucked dry earlier circling around the entrance to my hole. I tried to relax my muscles, knowing what came next would likely hurt. I felt the initial push and my tight hole start to give way. He was being gentle and I appreciated it, pushing in slowly, withdrawing a little and then easing back in, each time going a little deeper. And deeper. I moaned a little and winced as he started to open me wider than I’d been opened before.

I don’t really know what it was. Maybe it was the wince? Whatever it was, he gave a snort and lost all patience and buried his cock balls deep in a single thrust. I cried out and Sir leaned forward. “No one to hear you, bitch boy”.

My asshole hurt like hell and my ass felt so full, like I badly needed to shit. I’d never had this before. I didn’t like this. It had all gone too far. My breath quickened. It was short, I tried to breath. I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I started to struggle. And then CHRIST! I felt a pain in my balls as Sir gripped them tightly. He stopped, staring into my eyes, I held my breath and just stared back, my mind consumed with the vice-like grip on my balls.

And then he let go. I stared into his eyes and my breathing came back. The pain in my nuts subsided then went and I felt a gently massaging of my cock again. It took a few moments to register that he was still balls deep in my ass — and that it no longer hurt. Wow, this guy was a practised hand! I lay back and realised that I felt wonderful. The fullness in my ass, now the muscles had relaxed, was intoxicating. I realised I had my knees up and I was being fucked on my back.

“You be my bitch now,” he whispered, low and firm. Oh god yes.

“Yes Sir,” I said, breathlessly. “I am your bitch. Your cumdump and your bitch.”

I felt a thrust as he started to fuck me. This was nothing like pegging. Plastic couldn’t compete with the real thing. He thrust in an out, in and out and I revelled in it, wanting to be filled. I was loving it. It took me a while to realise he was playing with my cock, but it was completely flaccid. My ass was where it was all happening and the sensations were driving me wild. Sir gave that derisive laugh again and now I realised I’d hooked my legs around his waist like a proper slut, pulling him in deeper and deeper so my ass could swallow as much of his wonderful cock as possible.

I couldn’t feel it in my ass but I knew he was about to cum from the look on his face. I grasped him even tighter with my legs and he bucked and bucked in my ass, his balls squashing against my ass cheeks. He arched his back and shot his spunk deep into my bowels. And then just pinned my arms to the bed while he waited for the shuddering to stop, panting. Oh man, that had been a big one.

I lay there, revelling in the feeling of being used like a cheap fuck doll and knowing I’d pleased my…my what? Lover? Hardly. I’d completely surrendered to this man I’d met barely half an hour ago – and it felt amazing. My belly was full of his spunk and his piss and by bowels were full of his spunk as well. I was spun out and feeling high on the sensation.

I felt his dick slide out of my ass and raised my head to look at it. I was slightly shocked to see it was partly coated in what was obviously my shit. I stared at it. Sir had found a rag and was about to wipe when I heard myself saying ‘stop’. He looked at me. If I could have moved then I’d have moved down, but there wasn’t room, and I still had a hand chained to the cab. He didn’t move. I’d have to say it.

“Please Sir, may I clean your cock?” I looked at him, trying to remain calm while all the time I was wondering what the bloody hell I was doing? Shit? I’d never even played with it or got off on it. What the hell was I doing?

He smacked my still flaccid cock again and said, “you are total faggot.”

There was a moment’s silence. “Yes Sir,” I said, simply. “Please let me clean your cock Sir.”

He shuffled up and presented that shit stained cock to my mouth. There was more on it than I realised but I didn’t care. I just knew I had to suck it clean. I closed my eyes and sucked on that still semi-hard shaft. It was a strange taste but surprisingly not unpleasant. I suddenly got some noxious, sour bits but soon the taste I knew from earlier was there; the taste of cock, and I knew it was clean. He grabbed my head and started to make me sit up a little. I did with his cock still in my mouth, wondering what was going on. And then I felt the sweet sensation of piss again and I was swallowing and swallowing, drinking it down until it was all gone.

And then I felt his fingers at my ass and in my mouth and a glob of spunk, mixed with god knows what, was fed to me and I eagerly licked his fingers clean. I then gasped as something bulbous entered my ass then seemed to lock in place.

“We save the rest”, he said. With that he released the handcuff from the side of the cab and forced it over my head, or rather would have done were I resisting at all. I heard a click, and he pulled me back down. I realised that somehow my hands were cuffed above my head.