I was born in November 1992 in Sydney, Australia. I have always kept myself fit since being a beach kid growing up in Sydney. Proper weights with big lifts 3-5 times a week, plus running, surfing or pool swimming 2-3 times. I've got a good muscular build, 5'11" and about 82kg. My belly is flat and hard, with a shadow of a 6 pack (I like beer and pizza, so it isn't super-cut!). My cock is average length, maybe around 6.5 inches and cut, but nice and thick. A medium covering of dark blond hair fans out over my pecs and narrows to a trail down to my pubes. I've got a little hair on my shoulders and upper back but not a lot, aside from a patch at the base of my spine over my ass crack. My pits, arms, legs and crack are pretty hairy. I've got broad size 11.5 feet. I trim my bush and shave my sack but I don't touch any other body hair. No piercings other than a ring in my right ear, but a scattering of small, random tattoos around my body that I've picked up over the years. I'm a bisexual guy, though admittedly on the down-low.
After working as a lawyer in Sydney for a few years I quit and went backpacking around Europe. I was a total man-whore for a whole year, and would hook up with anything on offer. I managed to keep in fairly decent shape by using the hostel fitness centres, local YMCA gyms, or a regimen of pushups and pull-ups if nothing else was available. I left my body hair alone to grow fully in and allowed my hair to grow long enough for a man-bun, accompanied by a full beard. In 2018 I settled in London, Brixton to work and joined a high-street law firm doing the same sort of thing I’d done in Sydney. A decent income, nothing flash, but enough to buy a small studio flat. I kept my beard but clippered my hair down to a grade 1 all over.
I was 27 years old when, in the 2020 COVID-19 lockdown, I was furloughed and money got tight. I didn’t want to damage my credit rating so I turned to a former client to borrow some cash - which was really stupid. This dude had been charged with various petty drug offences and other minor shit in the past, and once was picked up by the cops in a public loo getting serviced by a scally twink. But he was a totally masculine Thug. When I met him in the pub when they re-opened in the Summer, the Thug was wearing jogging bottoms, sliders with white socks, a sleeveless gym top with dropped armholes that revealed his pits, pecs and nips, plus a hoodie tied around his waist by the arms. Basically he was 6'2" of mixed race muscle, with a close-cropped afro, a week's beard growth, an eclectic scattering of tattoos in black ink from the neck down. I borrowed £1,000. He was vague about the interest, and I was too nervous to pin it down.
A few weeks later I needed to pay him what I could - £200 - so I headed to his council flat. It was a hot summery day and working-from-home was in full swing, so I was wearing an old, holey white vest, ripped black skinny jeans, yesterday’s Aussiebum y-fronts, and scuffed white Converse All Star Los without socks. I hadn't showered yet and I hadn't taken care of my beard or scalp for a couple of weeks.
I rocked up at his council flat in the nearby estate. I knocked, and the Thug answered - he was bare chested and barefoot, wearing grey jogging bottoms slung low to give a glimpse of pubes below his hard abs and cum gutters. He was obviously commando, judging by the outline of meat at his groin. He told me to get in, and it was a no shoes rule so I had to leave my trainers at the door and pad barefoot across his dirty, cigarette-burned carpet. He had a gay porn flick on the TV, which got a raised eyebrow from me, and I couldn't help but notice the front of his trackies was tented with a semi.
He held out his hand and I forked out the £200. “And the rest?” he said. “I don't have it yet”, I replied. "Not good enuff mate", he said. "Dude's gotta pay his debts". He was looking me up and down appraisingly, and his hand wandered to his crotch and stroked his hardening tool through the fabric. He started poking my chest with a hard finger and lightly slapping my face. He keept demanding to know how I'm gonna pay off what I owe. I was getting flustered, I had no way of paying.
“Waster”, he called me, then flopped back on the sofa, sneering at me as I stood before him, gay fucking on the telly behind me. He groped his crotch and told me to take my vest off. “What for?” I asked. He threw a cushion at me and told me “you’re gonna work off some of what you owe me so JUST FUCKIN' TAKE IT OFF!!!”. Hesitantly, I peeled off my vest and tossed it to one side, topless and barefoot in old jeans. He hauled himself back to his feet and wandered slowly around me, fondling himself through his trackies and prodding me, gripping my shoulders, squeezing my biceps, soft-punching my pecs and abs. He was nodding like he liked what he'd got in front of him, and I couldn’t deny that part of me found the situation pretty hot and I was boning up in my jeans. At the same time, I came down on the side of this being a bad idea.
Before I could decide how to handle this, he told me to drop my jeans. “Come on mate”, I pleaded, but he just gave me a stony stare until I did it. I kicked them aside - now I was just in yesterday's Aussiebum y-fronts, feeling exposed. He flopped back down on the sofa and ordered me to pose, which I did for a few minutes, flexing biceps, turning around, etc. He turned up the volume on the TV and my attention was drawn to the rough bareback gay fucking taking place on the box. I was rock hard and leaking in my pants.
“Drop those keks”, he ordered. “Oh fuck, please mate, I get the picture, let me pay up next week”, I moaned. Looking mad, he got up, gripped my face hard and gobbed in my mouth, then yanked my undies down to mid-thigh - my rock hard cock sprang up and slapped my abs. He sat down again and I reluctantly let the undies drop and kicked them aside. Now I was naked, hard and exposed. He told me to face the TV, watch the fucking, and wank myself. I was almost crying with shame and guilt, but I fuckin' did it. My cock was leaking precum and I smeared it over my swollen head and shaft to wet my stroke. “Show me yer cunt”, he ordered. I hesitated; he said “do it, or you'll owe me two grand before ya know it”. I squeezed my eyes shut, bent forward, reached back and spread my hard glutes to show off my hairy trench and tight, dark sweaty asshole. “Mmmm”, he moaned. “Get over here”.
I turned towards him - he had dropped his trackies to his calves and was stroking his own hardon. “Get on yer knees lad”, he muttered. “You do it, or it will be bad for you boy”. Slowly, I dropped naked, hard and sweaty to my knees. I came to a decision: I'm a broad-minded guy and I've had plenty of sex with guys as well as chicks before, so if he wants a blowjob or even a fuck to pay off the remaining £800, that seems like a good deal (and it wouldn't exactly be a hardship). Resigned to a thorough using, I looked him in the eye, stroked my own swollen leaking knob, and asked him if we can do a deal, but he just ignored me as he got up and walked over.
He slapped his leaking cock against my face, dragging it through my thick beard. He used his thumb to push my mouth open and then drooled a thick line of spit onto my tongue - and I didn't resist as he forced his cock into my gob. “Lick it, suck it”, he said, and I did my best until he slipped it to the back of my throat and I retched, grabbing his hips to push him away, but he gripped my head hard and started a slow face-fuck, making me gag with each stroke. “Wank for me as I use you mate, show me you like it”, he said, and I did, I stroked my wet cock, and I did like it. My throat relaxed and opened and soon he wass fucking my throat in earnest, our combined spit drooling over my scruffy chin to my hairy hard chest in thick ropes.
After a while he grabbed me under my wet hairy pits and hauled me up, turned me and bent me over the sofa. Crouching, he roughly spread my ass cheeks, spat on my asshole and forced a finger up into my chute, making me yelp. He pulled the finger out and muttered “looks like my cunt boi needs a clean out”. He grabbed me by the neck and marched me to his bathroom. He ordered me to get on all fours, and then slowly worked a metal douche shower attachment up into my guts. As I writhed with discomfort, he twisted the taps and warm water flooded my rectum. I held it as he ordered, then he made me sit on the loo and shit the dirty water out while he fucked my face some more. He inspected the bowl, flushed and repeated the process three times until he was satisfied that the water was clean enough. Then he led me by my leaking hardon to another room.
His second bedroom was set up as a playroom, dominated by a sling. He guided me into it and strapped my ankles and wrists in place with velcro cuffs. Then he knelt before my clean cunt, spread my ass and spats on it again, several times, before going to work with his thick muscular tongue and rough bristly chin. Soon I was moaning, writhing, unable to wank but leaking loads of pre into my treasure trail. My asshole was relaxing, opening, accepting first his tongue then his fat finger - first one, then two, which began to piston in and out, jabbing my fuck-nut and making me leak even more. Standing again, he grabbed a small dildo from a plastic box, smeared lube on it and slid it up my chute. It entered easily, so after a few minutes of assplay he replaced it with a bumpy, lumpy probe which made me cry out as each bulb popped past my wet, slippery, puffy anal sphincter. “Oh you like it boy, you like it, this is gonna be how you pay off your debt,” he grinned, then tugged out the toy and inserted a fat rubber cock. My back arched and he started to fuck me with the toy while sliding the other one - fresh from my asshole - into my mouth and down my ready throat. My cock twitched at the taste of my own cunt and suddenly, to my complete shock, I spasmed in a hands-free orgasm and sprayed thick jets of hot seed which hit my chin, neck, chest and abs.
I grunted as he withdrew both toys. He scooped up some of my cum with two fingers and forced them into my mouth, making me feed. Carefully he scooped up the rest of my load and smeared it over his rigid fat cock. Lubed with my seed, he slammed up my cunt bareback, gripped a thigh with one hand and a bare foot with the other and started to bunny-fuck me hard. After a few minutes of wild fucking he gripped my still-rigid, swollen wet cock and roughly jerked another load out of me. While I dripped with jizz and sweat, panting, he slid out of my cunt, tilted my head back and began to fuck my throat with his slippery, cummy, ass-juiced meat while holding my throat tightly. After less than a minute he pulled out and jerked a massive load of salty spooge over my open mouth and beard.
He uncuffed me and draghed me by the scruff of the neck back to the bathroom, where he ordered me to lay in the tub and pull my legs back to my chest. He began to unleash a torrent of piss on my body, drenching my trench, my chest, my face and open mouth. “Piss yourself boy,” he barked, and I let my urine arc out onto my face and chest. When we were both empty he slid my now-hard cock into one of my sweaty trainers and commanded me to fuck and play with my hole. I pushed two fingers into my slippery mancunt and banged myself hard while thrusting upwards into my shoe like it was a pussy until I reached a third desperate orgasm, spattering the inside of the moist shoe with cum, while he took snaps on his iPhone - for later, he said.
Finally, he dragged me, wet and dripping and still semi-hard, out of the bath, frogmarched me though he flat and shoved me out the door. I panicked, naked, dripping in the heat, until seconds later the door opened and he chucked out my kit and slammed the door. Checking no-one was around, I used my vest and Aussiebums to wipe the worst of the fluids off my bod. I dragged my jeans on commando and slipped my trainers back on, wincing as my toes squelched into my last load of cum. Holding my wet, filthy vest and pants I walked home, the summer sun slowing drying my skin.
At home, I hit the shower, making sure to scrub thoroughly. The guilt was really nagging me, but mostly I was worried that I just took his cock raw, even though he didn’t cum inside my ass. I managed to get to a sexual health clinic later in the week for an HIV and STI test (which eventually came back negative); I also got put on PrEP because I didn’t know what this fucker was going to want next.
TO BE CONTINUED...
