My encounter with the Thug replayed in my mind for days, making it hard to concentrate and keeping me in a continuous semi-aroused, precum-leaking state. My taste in porn definitely shifted and I spent a couple of hours a day browsing hardcore raw gay scenes online, BDSM-oriented whenever possible. I even ordered a couple of dildos, lube and other bits and bobs online. I couldn't believe what that fucker had done to me, if I wasn't working, exercsising, eating or sleeping, I was wanking my asshole to porn. Fuck's sake.
I was at home a couple of weeks later, barefoot and commando in Quicksilver boardies and a RipCurl vest. I'd clippered my hair back to a grade 1 and scraped the whiskers off my neck with an unguarded trimmer, but my beard was getting wild. I hadn’t showered in a couple of days, despite the warm weather, daily workouts and jerk-off sessions, and I'd stopped using deodourant when lockdown hit - so sue me, I’m a slob.
The Thug rang me on my mobile. “Get around here mate, I need a hand”. Sighing, I told him I was on my way. I slipped on a pair of Havaiana flipflops and headed out. At his council flat, he let me in - wearing a pair of basketball shorts, obviously commando as usual, and nothing else - and I followed him to his living room having kicked my flipflops off at the door. I handed him another £250, apologising that I still couldn't pay in full. I offered £50 a week until the debt was cleared.
He stared at me and paused as if thinking, then ordered me to strip. Resigned to what was coming, and a bit excited, I peeled off my vest and dropped my shorts, kicking them aside and standing in front of him naked and proud, cock fully hard. He checked me out, groping my biceps, punching my pecs, giving my nips a tug. He slapped my ass, and gave my hard leaking cock a few slaps too. He then roughly gripped my bearded jaw and barked "open up" - my mouth gaped and he hawked 2-3 loads of spit into it before stroking my stubbled throat until I swallowed.
He pushed me down by my shoulders and hauled his thick, uncut 8" hardon out of his shorts and forced my head onto it. I swallowed it eagerly, but he started to skullfuck me before I could adjust as he did the first time. I choked and gagged with each thrust and it wasn't long before my chest hair was slathered in thick frothy spit which sometimes drooled to the carpet when he pulled out to let me breathe. I scooped up some and started to furiously wank as he used my throat. My other drool-slick hand wandered back to my ass and I slid a finger into my sweaty hole.
After a few minutes he stopped and scrubbed his wet cock through my beard and slaped it on my tongue. He dragged me forward and pushed my chest down onto a footstool. He kicked off his shorts and knelt down behind me, roughly spreading my firm, hairy glutes. He hawked up a load of snot and spat it onto my crack, using a finger to move it down to my hole. He pushed his wet finger up my chute without ceremony and started to jab it in and out, twisting his hand around till he found my fucknut. He added more snot then forced in two fingers and set up a rapid finger-fuck, continuously drooling spit down to my crack. I breathed deeply, bearing down like I was trying to shit, trying to open my hole for him.
Eventually I heard him hawk some more thick spit up and it sounded like he was slathering it on his cock. One more spit on my hole then I felt the pressure of his helmet at my sphincter. The head popped in quickly and there was a sharp pain, but before it could get worse he pulled out, slapped hs cock on my hole a few times, added more spit then popped it in again. He did that six or seven times, and the pain quickly disappeared. At first I thought he was being weirdly gentle, then I realised he had the measure of me and was actually teasing me. "Jesus mate, please fuck me" I moaned. He made me beg for it like a fag needing thick black meat, then he gave in and slid his tool raw up into my guts in one smooth but steady movement. I moaned - it felt awesome and I was fucking grateful for the PrEP - and started to wank, but he grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back while he set up a steady bunny fucking pace, regularly spitting on my back and asscheeks as he moved inside me. It only took a few minutes and he unloaded a generous dose of scum into my chute with a series of grunts and thrusts. Pulling out with a pop, he scooted around the front of the footstool and forced me to clean his cock off with my mouth and tongue. Though I had a good amount of fiber in my diet and emptied my guts when I first got up, still the taste of assjuices and the slightly brown, frothy and stringy snot/spit/cum mixture coating his tool made me retch. But I was still rock hard and drooling, and I did the job.
Finally, he got up. I sensed he wasn't interested in me cumming, so I stood, sweaty, spit oozing down my back, cum farting out of my fucked mancunt and down my hairy thighs, leaking cock painfully hard. "I need a piss" he said - grabbing me by the neck he frogmarched me to his bathroom and forced me into the tub. I understood where this was headed, so I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. Keeping my hands off my cock I accepted his stream of hot beer-piss into my mouth and over my head, chest and groin. He shoved me onto my back in the slippery tub and dragged one of my legs up by the ankle - following his lead I took over and held both of my legs back and spread my ass so he could piss into my slightly open hole. "You know what to do, cunt" he barked - it was difficult because of my rigid boner but I directed my piss stream into my own mouth and over my drenched hairy pecs and belly, swallowing as much as I could.
Finally the flows dried up and I was lying in the bath in a puddle of piss, cock now drooping to a semi, panting. I started to stand. "So are we good?" I asked, but he just laughed. "You kidding mate? A scally rent boy will cost less than £50 for a raw fuck, you still owe £550 and we haven’t even talked about interest, have we you stupid cunt? If you come round once a week it will take months to fuck the debt out of ya". He paused, "but if ya wanna knock it all out at once, there's a way you can help me out". I nodded eagerly. "Don't touch that cock" he ordered, chucking me a dirty damp towel as he sauntered out of the room. I squatted in the tub and shat the fluids out of my tender hole then roughly towelled off as I heard him on the phone. I padded naked into the living room and dressed.
The Thug got up close to my face and I felt his spittle on my lips as he rasped at me. "You owe me money, and I owe another guy. I've sorted it - you pay my debt to him and we're clear. Deal?" I nodded. He marched me out of his flat and I weakly protested - I was barefoot and had left my flipflops inside by his front door. "I'll fuckin' post 'em to ya" he laughed harshly. He led me barefoot down the stairs, out into the block's carpark to his work van and shoved me in the back. Soon we were driving.
We drove for nearly an hour - it takes at least 45 minutes to drive anywhere in London. The back of the van had no windows, it was stuffy and hot and I was soon dripping with sweat. Then we stopped and he opened the back of the van and motioned me to get out. We were at an industrial estate with no-one else around. "Unit 16" he said. "Press the buzzer, when you're buzzed in strip down, put your shit in the locker and put on the blindfold. Then just go with it." He climbed back in the van. "Enjoy mate" he laughed as he drove off.
TO BE CONTINUED...
