There’s something about the Alley. Dirty, 3 bricked walls, a narrow dead end, dirty, discarded needles, broken glass, cigar butts, cigarette ends, dried puke, dog shit….nasty! Stinking of piss, shit, waste, sewers, stale tobacco and spilt alcohol. No gate, no bars, no lock but once i go in it is as if i am imprisoned, can’t leave. Dangerous. The walls close in and an imaginary chain seems to fasten me to the concrete, keeping me in my place.
Friday evening on the way home from work i was so horny, had that deep longing, the urgent need to serve, to give pleasure, to to be corrupted, degraded, used. The laundry was piling up at home and the place looked like a pig sty but i would focus on that for the rest of the weekend, told myself i’d just be a couple of hours, somehow i always seem to forget how the shadowy doors of the Alley lock behind me once i enter, lock within me.
i hear the grunts, smacks, groans, slaps from the entrance, my cock starts to rise, dragging me in. 4 occupants. A young guy, no more than 18 is on all 4′s on the filthy floor, torn jeans round his ankles. A burly, hairy brute has hold of his hair, pulling his head back and is ploughing his hole, ploughing it hard, like He’s in a hurry. Sweat from them both is flying everywhere, i guess they’ve been at it for a while. Two other guys are at the end, skinheads, braces, tight bleached jeans, smoking, snogging, Doc Martens, recently shiny but now smeared in the filth of the alley. i feel a bit out of place in my work suit and tie so just stand nearby and watch, rubbing my cock, licking my lips. One of the skinheads notices me, sneers, coughs and spits, lands on my shoulder, marks me. They both laugh, it is all the encouragement i need and i drop to my knees, crawl towards them, tongue out, ignited, lost.
FREEZE…that is the moment the doors of the Alley swing closed, lock, trap me. From this moment on there is no escape. The skinheads phlegm as it flies through the air is the lock, Their laughter and jeers the key and the sight of Their hard cocks swinging in front of me the sound of the cage door slamming closed.
They hit me with a sharp kick to the balls which doubles me over…’Thank You SIR’. Force me down to the ox-blood leather, licking, polishing, slurping whilst they continue to eat each others faces above me. i’m kicked over on my back, stomped, presented with the soles, consuming the contents of the Alley, it is part of me again now. Dragged up by the ear to the cocks, passed from one to the other whilst they continue to explore each others mouths, i am a sex toy, that’s all. Face fucked hard, gagging, until one then the other shoots, one into my belly the other on my face, in my hair, adding to the state of my soiled suit. They hold me in place, wipe the last cum on my nose before drenching me in piss, both pissing like racehorses, making sure i am covered from top to bottom, sodden, stinking, vile, grovelling, and then they are gone.
i don’t have time to think as before i can wipe my face another hand grabs it, slaps it, cock forced down throat, big, cheesy, i don’t see who it is and within seconds He is joined by another anonymous donor, ripping my trousers open, grabbing my hips, spitting on His cock then forcing it in, spit-roasted as They remind me what i am…”Filthy fucking whore….take it cunt….beg bitch….cum dump….hole….slut”. The poppers are held in front of my nose…
Snort…. Swallow…. Slap… Crawl…. lick… boots…. clean…. Piss….spit…. tied…. tight…… spreadeagled…. gagged…. beaten….. belt…. kick…. punch…. kiss…… smoke…. lust… soaring….. horny…. so…. fucking…. horny…. faggot… DARK…. begging…. crawling…. crawling…. panting……. carnal…….. slut…. screaming….. leather…. poppers…. fucked…. poppers…. fucked…. fucked……. fucked…. urinal…. spittoon…. swallow… suck….. gag….. truckers…. puke…. beer…. suck…. suck…. suck…. lifted…. spread…. pounded…. 1…. 2…. 3…. 4…. 5…. 6……. 7….. more…. more….. loads…. crazy… LIGHT… fed….. passed around….. fist…. impaled…. grunt….. pig…. crawl…beg….. panting… craving…. greed…. more…. more…. MORE…. smoke…. beer… fed….. cock…. need…. cock…. Superior……. Cock…. worship… cock…. suck…. cock…. devouring…. cock…. more….cock…. only…. cock… spinning…. DARK…. empty….. numb….. LIGHT……. kicked…. wet…. piss…. spit…. forced… pain…. scream….. beg….. ganging…. chain…. over…. and…. over…. and…. over……. slap….. dragged…. thrown…. punch….. stomp…. DARK…. DARK…
Monday 6am. i wake to the smell of cigar smoke, blink my eyes, bright morning light, where am i? i look down at my naked body, bruised, stinking, filthy, wasted, wrecked. i take deep breaths, try to focus, what the fuck! Remember the skinheads and then the flashes of service and abuse. The cum is thick on my lips, coating my gums, joining the stale piss assaulting my taste buds. i’m startled by a deep cough, painfully turn over and look up into the eyes of the Cigar Man, leathered, tattooed. the thick smoke His halo. He reaches out, grabs my hand, pulls me to my feet.
As i scramble around gathering my rags of clothes scattered about the alley He speaks in a deep, Godlike voice…
“I’ve come to save you boy, free you from the clutches of the Alley. My name is Gabe but you will call Me Master. I’ve been watching you, it’s been amusing but its time for you to focus all that submission on something…someone worthwhile. you’re coming with Me now boy, time to learn how to truly serve, to understand what submission really means, the beauty of it, the totality of it. you can phone work on the way, take 2 weeks off, after that time I’ll decide if you’ll be going back. There will be no distractions during your training. you will suffer, you will learn, you will serve, you are no longer free. You’re mine now, it’s time, kneel.”
There was no resistance, how could i, why would i want to. His voice demanded obedience, my addled brain was powerless to resist. i bowed before Him, felt the weight of the chain collar fastened, the leash attached. i felt the doors of the Alley swing open as He led me away, His naked slave…free at last.
