This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy that is not based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead, is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.
All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.
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I was travelling from Ringwood to Flinders St on the train, but the train is standing room only because of the work they’re doing on the line, removing all the level crossings. I’m wedged in the carriage in the middle of the train, absentmindedly looking around the carriage and up and down the length of the train as much as I can with my limited movements. We’re packed in so tightly that it feels like we’re a tin of sardines; I can barely move. I’m standing here drowning in the scent of the other passengers I’m sandwiched hard up against. Office workers, like me, workmen, kids going to school, and my mind’s beginning to wander. It goes back forty years when I was a very young twenty-three-something, and I was finding it very difficult to move on a train, then too, and I’m starting to get a semi in my pants from the memory. The two sets of three carriages made up a full-length train. The trains were so different forty years ago, and they consisted of six individual carriages that you weren’t allowed to travel between.
The silver trains were a marvel to behold, in the first and third carriages at the ends behind the driver, and in front of the guard was an open corral. The seats were set along the walls with leather hand grips hanging down for people to hold on to towards the middle of the space. At night, they only ran a set of three carriages as not a lot of people travelled on public transport then. Only the last carriage was open to the public so the guard could keep an eye on them and save power.
I’d only admitted to myself four years prior that I might have been gay and didn’t have my first real sexual encounter until I was almost twenty, but it was still just the odd fumble in the dark. I’d just gotten a bit more adventurous sexually then; when I think back on it now, I have to laugh; I was so naive. I’d been working out in the gym and was getting good definition; when I’d discovered Steamworks, and it felt incredibly risqué every time I entered the building. I went and had my ‘encounters’ in the cubicles, the steam room, or when I was feeling incredibly grown-up the darkened passageways or the locked rooms. Unsurprisingly, I met a man who was into rougher sex than I had ever had up to that point, but I loved it; the stocks, the whips, the motorbike, it all made my head reel. I couldn’t help going back for more time and time again.
One night, he told me to meet him at Flinders St station, and he would give me the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and being twenty-three, I readily agreed. So, the following Saturday night, I met him at Flinders St, and we got on the Ringwood train. We got on the last carriage because it was the only one lit and unlocked, and we sat close to the connecting door to the next carriage. He with a large bag, and me with nothing but a hefty dose of nerves as to what might be going to happen, and going commando as per his instructions, and I was sweating buckets.
The train took off, and as the last of the platform whizzed past, he produced a key to the carriage door. I was so shocked I just sat and stared at the key; it never occurred to me at the time what the implications were. He unlocked the door, stepped out onto the connecting platform, unlocked the door of the next carriage, opened the door, and disappeared into the gloom of the next carriage. With nothing but a “bag, boi,” as my only invite to follow him. I jumped up, grabbed a hold of his bag, and followed him through the doors before the doors slammed closed behind us, sealing me to my fate. We walked through the next carriage, the floor bucking and pitching underneath our feet. I knew this would be the greatest adventure of my life.
We walked through to the first carriage and stood next to the wall just behind the driver’s compartment in the gloom that went completely black when we went through a tunnel. “Strip, boi,” was the only thing he said to me, and I stood there and just stared at him. “This can be all over at Richmond station if ya want, boi,” he said with menace. I swallowed really hard as I made up my mind and began to strip. “That’s better,” he said as he handed me a plastic bag, and I stuffed my clothes and runners into it before I handed it back to him, and I stood completely naked in a public train hurtling towards Richmond station. He opened his bag, and in quick succession, he pulled out two pairs of handcuffs; without asking, he grabbed my hands and applied a cuff to each wrist before he pulled one of my hands up to the strap to hold onto and locked the other cuff there before doing the same to my other hand. I opened my mouth to protest, and he took the opportunity to insert a mouth gag that filled my whole mouth and stretched my jaw open at the same time before he secured it tightly behind my head. I felt him attach something to one of my ankles before he knocked against my other leg to force my legs open. He attached the other side of what I later learned was a spreader bar to my other ankle.
So, there I stood, completely naked with my wrists shackled to the hold straps, a gag in my mouth, a spreader bar attached to both ankles, spreading my legs as wide as they would go, and the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had in my life up till then. He told me to stick my arse out, and when I’d complied, I felt him spread my arse cheeks as he pushed something against my hole before he pushed the largest butt plug into my arse. It was so big I was sure I could feel my arse lips rip trying to accommodate such an intrusion. I screamed as hard as I could around the gag that filled my mouth. He worked my cock and balls into what I assumed was a metal cock ring as I felt it sit flush against the base of my cock and balls. He put a posture collar around my neck and secured it with a padlock. To finish my ensemble, he pulled a large, heavy blindfold over my eyes. “Now, boi,” he almost whispered in my ear, “I’m getting off at Richmond station, and I will see you at Ringwood station in half an hour. Have fun now!” he finished as the train pulled into Richmond station. I heard him force the doors to the carriage open after the train had come to a complete standstill, and I was now in the train completely naked, tied up securely, on my own.
I screamed and hollered as much as I could around the gag filling my mouth, trying to call him back, and if it hadn’t been for the butt plug, I’d have shit myself as I felt the train pull away from the platform. As I felt the train gather speed, I could feel my cock pumping drop after drop of pre-cum. My urethra was so sensitive that I shuddered as each drop rolled along it, and while I was terrified out of my mind, I was so turned on that all I could think about was my cock bobbing around in front of me with the rhythm of the train.
My panic returned the minute I felt the train slow down for East Richmond station, and once again, I started to sweat buckets as the train came to a stop. I didn’t hear the doors unlock, and I breathed a sigh of relief as best I could when I heard the horn and felt the train move off from the station. I began to think that I was really going to be ok, I only had to last for half an hour, and then it’d all be over, so apart from my cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum that had me shuddering for every drop, I knew I was going to be all right.
I lost count of how many train stations we’d travelled through, and I had no idea how much time had elapsed when an announcement came over the PA. “Due to the overcrowding in the carriage, we are going to open the other carriages so you can spread out.” As soon as I heard that, I heard the doors unlock, and I could just see the lights being turned on around my mask. Here I was tied up, stark bullocks naked, unable to do anything about it, and people were going to be able to see me. I struggled as hard as I could against the handcuffs and only succeeded in hurting my wrists; I began to cry when I heard the doors to the carriage being opened and a group of people coming through the doors.
All I could do was wait for them to ‘discover’ me naked and secured on the spot. It didn’t take long before I heard “fuck me!” Then, there was dead silence as I heard the doors close and felt the train leaving the station. ‘Now, what was I going to do?’ I wondered as panic started to set in.
I felt someone pull on the handcuffs, and then they all laughed, “who’d be fuckin’ stupid enough to let themselves be trussed up like this on a fuckin’ public train?” I heard one of them ask as he pulled experimentally on the handcuffs.
I felt a hand slide over a globe of my arse just before he called to his mates, “hey, take a look at this,” I heard him say as I felt my arse cheeks pulled apart forcibly, “he’s got a fuckin’ butt plug up his arse.” I felt someone grab hold of the base and try to pull it out; my arse lips protested forcefully as, once again, they were forced to stretch to accommodate the size of the bottom of the arse plug. Once again, I screamed as my arse lips were forced to stretch wider than they ever had before tonight; I heard them all exclaim when the bottom of the plug finally came free from my arse. But that was the kindest thing they did with the plug because they let it out a little bit before pushing it back in, and while I screamed for all I was worth around the gag in my mouth, they pushed and pulled the bottom of the plug over my arse lips. Thankfully they tired of that little game when one of them ‘discovered’ my very erect cock, “look at the fuckin’ cock on the cunt,” one of them said almost reverently. I felt something hard and sharp slide up the underside of my cock; they must be following the seam, but before they were able to get to the head of my cock, my cock exploded. Thick ropey strings of cum shot out of my cock and landed on the carpet. The ejaculation was so powerful that I went weak at the knees, literally, and I slumped in my bonds, so the handcuffs were the only thing holding me up. Hopefully, I thought that was going to be the end of it, but I was sadly mistaken.
One of them pulled on the padlock of my collar, “check this out,” I heard him say, “what sort of sick stuff is this cunt into? What a fuckin’ poof allowing himself to be tied up on a public train like this,” he said with a laugh.
Through all of this, I could still feel the train hurtling through the night, only stopping at a station every now and then, and I wondered how many other people were getting on and watching me in my predicament.
“Nice definition,” one of the other guys said as he ran his hands over my chest and abs, right down to my pubic bush, and once again, I could feel my cock rising to the occasion of being shown some potential attention. “Fuckin’ poof!” one of the guys said in disgust, “he’s enjoying this,” he finished as I felt something hard hit me across the head of my cock, but fuck, the bloody thing stayed erect. Meanwhile, waves of pain emanated up through my body from my abused cock, I screamed around my gag, and all I wanted to do was sink to the floor and cradle my poor abused cock until it stopped hurting, but of course, I couldn’t do that.
One of them found my paps and rolled them between his thumb and first finger, applying more and more pressure until I had to try to pull away from him but could not. I was beginning to worry that he was going to pull them off my chest, and just when I thought I couldn’t take the pain in my chest anymore, someone struck me hard across the arse. Once again, I had to be grateful for my bonds, or I would have ended up on the floor again with the force of the blow, but they didn’t stop there. It felt as though two people were now spanking my arse as all I felt was a continuous rain of blows on my exposed arse, and when they tired of that, the blows rained down on my back as well.
It felt as though there wasn’t an inch of my body they hadn’t abused in the seemingly short time that they had found me on the train, which kept racing through the night and stopping at stations.
Again, I was ripped from my memories and brought back to the present when an oaf bashed into my back when the train slammed on its brakes, and we were all thrown forward. I hit my semi-hard cock on someone’s bag and almost shot a load of cum on the spot. I tried to gather my thoughts and marshal them to thinking about the meeting I had first thing this morning in the Premier’s office. But, now I had to hope that I’d at least have time to change my pants and jocks because while those people pressed in tightly around me may not have been able to recognise the smell, I was only too well aware of the odour of pre-cum. Naturally enough, this sent me back to that fateful night all those years ago.
I shot my second load of cum while they were spanking my arse and hitting my back, it was the first time that much pain had ever had such a reaction from me, and I remember thinking, ‘what the hell!’ Once again, my cock began to grow and swell as the torment didn’t cease, and my reaction didn’t go unnoticed by my tormentors as they all stood around and laughed.
I’d cummed another six times that night, although admittedly, the last two were barely a dribble. Finally, I heard the carriage doors open, and a familiar voice purred, “hello, boi.” I was so relieved that I almost cried on the spot; he undid my bounds, unlocked the posture collar, and removed that before he had me stick my arse out, and he worked the butt plug out of my very relieved arse. He removed the spreader bar before he undid the handcuffs. My hands instantly flew to my blindfold, but he stopped me with one word, “stop.” I froze and waited, “close your eyes tight,” he commanded, and I complied. He removed my blindfold and told me to turn around, which I did on very rubbery legs. “Now, open your eyes,” and when I did, I was confronted with the sight of four other men sitting on the seats around me, all with shit-eating grins plastered all over their faces.
I opened my mouth to remonstrate with them all; no one was more surprised, though, than I was when, instead, I dropped to the floor and, kissing his boots, I thanked my Sir for the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had up to that point. I didn’t care that I was showing my bused gaping hole to everyone gathered there. While I dressed, he told me how they worked this all out between them; while we were in the first carriage at Richmond, one of the others went into the last carriage and told everyone that this was a defective train. They had everyone get off to wait for the replacement train while I began my journey. It was always the plan for them to join me in such a way as I thought I had been ‘discovered’ in my particular predicament. All the abuse that ensured was for my torment alone, and I discovered that I had loved every minute of it. They told me that my cock had barely gone down throughout the whole experience, but I did discover just how abused and sensitive my cock was when I tried to stuff it into my jeans and do them up. But I did manage in the end, and we all left the train at Ringwood station as though nothing had happened, although I walked a little funnily.
Once again, I was pulled from my reverie as the train finally pulled into Parliament station. I pushed my way off the train and ran for the elevator; I raced through the turnstile as I raced to get to my office so I could change my sodden jocks and pants that the wet patch was beginning to show on. Thank god, I kept a few changes of clothes in my office so I could change before I had to race into the Premier’s office for my meeting.
I spent the rest of the day in back-to-back meetings, so I didn’t have time to change, but too bad I loved the smell of pre-cum that followed me around all day. I had to laugh at all of the queens, though, as everyone in the building thought of me as ‘straight’, but they all looked at me askance as they caught a whiff of pre-cum.
After work, I headed for the back alleys of the city blocks; if you truly know the city well, you can find almost anything your heart could desire, including stuff you wouldn’t want to dip your big toe into. There are times of the day when you would have to be stark raving mad to enter the city’s back alleys, but then there are other times, like now, at this time of the night, when I could get exactly what I needed. As soon as I was out of sight of the main streets, I shucked out of my clothes as quickly as possible and stood under the street light. Ever since I first found it, it has always amused me that they would have a street light in this back alley seemingly a million miles away from civilisation. I didn’t have to wait too long; I just stretched my arms out to the sides as the growing crowd did what they wanted to me. When I finally had enough, I broke free of them and let some other poor mg take my place while I got dressed and headed for my train. Of course, I would have to tell Sir what I’d done, but the thought of my waiting punishment only caused my cock to try to thicken in my pants once again.
Oh, well, what was a boi to do?
