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I walked into the large metal walled room and sat on the single white plastic chair. A bright light prevented me from seeing the voice that spoke, a soft autoreactive male voice. “State your name, family name and then your Christian name… First name.”
My tiny voice echoed in the sterile room. “State your age and sexual orientation.” I was okay with the first but what was he taking about orientation, Japan? “I’ll put you down as bisexual, covers both bases.”
The confusing and often bizarre questions continued as I sat sweating in the warm room. “Remove your clothing.” A stern woman appeared beside me with a tray. “Put your things on the tray provided.”
Somehow I knew I had to obey that faceless man. I was wat too young to understand anything but I’d seen this in spy movies and I knew I was not in a safe place or situation! And I was always to do what adults said wasn’t I?
“Your pants too Spiderman!” I sat naked and a little afraid now the strangeness had become apprehension. “What size are your breasts?” I was shocked, he was so clear in what he said but I was a boy, fat well yeah, but a boy!
“Please stand the nurse will see what is best suited to fit your bust size.” Again the man seemed confused. Or was he taking the piss? The nurse, if she was one had a trolley of things, girls’ things! I looked down in horror as the bra held my boys chest like a girls boobs and made them bulge!
I sat back down red faced in a girls pink B-cup bra that shamefully seemed to fit too well! “You are a B-cup, admirable in one so young.” His voice grew commanding again. “Nurse see to it he has the matching panties.”
More questions were followed with my ‘nurse’ bringing me a drink and a very good sandwich! I had crumbs in my bras cleavage!
Stockings followed and a long lingering debacle that was my attempt at clipping the suspender belt to those sheer stocking tops! The nurse, tutting fixed them! More questions followed, then ladies pointy shoes, bright red ones that made my feet feel crushed and my heart a little fluttery.
I looked across to the chrome wall and saw a girl sitting where I was. My brown shoulder length hair did not help in affirming my boyhood! A skirt and blouse were completed with the blazer from that posh girl’s school near mine.
I woke in my tent and joined the rest to wash. I had got a rash and had to be covered in a funny smelling cream that was very warm and stinging in places!
I left it on as instructed then had to shower it off and use another medicated soap. I was glad I didn’t use it on my head as it had stripped me bare, no hair bare! “It’s the treatment you must have an allergy. It’ll grow back probably.”
I’d started my Scout trip holiday with weird dreams and a denuding! My pants felt almost alive no wonder girls are always giggling!
I was back in my dream again but this time my girl’s things felt almost electric! Stocking felt so amazing, the panties felt alive touching everywhere! Even the bra and blouse! “Some pink on the lips nurse and a little rouge.”
“Turn the chair to face the nurse.” I complied and sat down again. “A man will walk in, he cannot hear or see you so do not move, sit with your shoes on the floor marking provided.”
I sat in my school girl uniform with my legs wide as the man began to approach me. He was hooded and naked! His penis bounced along with hairless balls getting closer and closer. I could smell them as he stood between my outstretched legs!
“I suspect you already feel no need for me to say this but I want you to kiss and suck this penis. If you fail to comply we will release all of the video and photos we have of you in this room, to your school and parents.”
These dreams were frighteningly real but I woke from the last one okay, a rash yeah, but I was just plain old me? I was a little curious and it did look like something that would feel niece in my mouth. I took that penis into my mouth and woke up!
“Boner boy’s awake!” Oh great my weird dream left me open to ridicule! Scouting activities started with sniggers and jibes all aimed at ‘Boner boy’, a name I knew would be hard to shake!
We was making fire. Oh no, not with matches or lighters but sticks and bows and stones. A lot of teenage boys grunting and groaning as bows spun pointy sticks and the smell and smoke of smoldering wood was everywhere.
He was grunting and moaning as I rolled his penis with my tongue, sucking, kissing, caressing and listening to my faceless instructor. “I will make you our best yet!” I remember his taste as his sperm filled my mouth, was I still a virgin I thought as it slid down my throat with a nervous swallow?
“Oi wanker, were using this wood not yours!” I woke from my daydream and pulled my hand from wet pants cutting my little finger as my teenage spunk went and the boy jumped back shouting! That day I easily wanted to forget as I tried to sleep, cruel jibes still making the rounds as the ‘wood wanker’s tale’ grew more outlandish and bizarre!
Luckily my weird sexual and frankly homosexual fantasy went on to part three! I don’t know what I was eating in our lunches, some kind of super cheese for such powerful and very queer dreams?
“Today’s episode was no exception, more cheese? “Last week we left our boy sucking cock, what will he move on to today boys and girls?” My usual speaker returned after a spate of sorts in the dark beyond that always dazzling lamp!
“Sit down, spread… You know the rest.” This dark brown rather tubby man who stood for my attention had a very different cock than the first. It had no skin and the bulbous pink head was like a large mushroom? His balls were inside a huge wiry bush of grey pubes!
My hands were tied with a red ribbon today, there was a blue plaster where I got a ribbon cut on my little finger! His penis felt nice without the skin and was easy to suck no handed, but I gagged a lot as the man pulled my forward, his hands on my head!
“Do not fight him this is also part of your necessary training.” I had to swallow each time or I felt ready to vomit that cock from my throat! “It is called deep throat, now please continue.”
With my head tilted back my face was in those pubes as his penis was in my throat sliding down and back up with huge gooey strings of saliva dr****g from it! “Mucus and saliva please continue and no further stopping you know the rest.”
Swallow, release, swallow, release. He was moving in and out like he was having sex, sex with my mouth and throat as the vagina! I was exhausting but he kept at it as I repeated was forced deep, help then back to the normal rhythm, if anything about this was normal!
He was a noisy grunter and moaner and soon he held me tight in his sweaty bush as warm fluid flowed down my throat, his balls in my face! I cleaned him up and I must say his penis, unlike the other man’s tasted very pleasant.
I sat up in my sleeping bag. Those dreams were so real I swear I could taste that cock as I remembered… the dream was fading again but it left me with questions. How did I get in that room, did I ever leave it? It mirrored my days here. The smoothness caused by the rash cream and my cut finger?
I stared at my cut fingers blue plaster, the same as my dream? But the medic had bandaged it for me? And the medical box had only brown plasters, I know I helped pack it full before we left!
The Scout leader looked confused when I asked him. “Your right about that we always use brown, you know them stretchy ones.” On checking the box he laughed. “Blue? Perhaps we’d had too many that day in the pub?” He laughed it off but I was confused! We had a shandy and then coke! I decided I’d better take precautions so I took an indelible pen from Our Scout leader’s personal box!
We had mac’n’cheese for dinner and played games after wards before showers and bed where, for once I did not dream anything so lewd as usual but it was still exceeding strange!
I was standing naked as two ‘nurses’ examined me. “Are they bigger?” I felt hands caressing my chest, well boobs, for a fat k** mine were extra hefty! “He is acceding a ‘C’ cup, they are shaping up fine sir.” My shadow man’s voice sounded noncommittal as usual. “Tablets, cream and a massage then bed.”
My bed was a sleeping bag on an ancient old folding wooden frame job, but I slept, when I wasn’t dreaming! “Are you admiring those big hooters of yours? Just keep your hands out of your trousers!” I was the butt of more jokes. And I had a huge butt!
What were those tablets I took four times a day and that cream I rubbed on, I wasn’t so sure it was making them any smaller and my nipples were huge! But the Scout Leader explained what they were and said they would get bigger before falling back and smaller later. “It’s a long-term treatment son.”
There was a new chair in my dream room! Plastic and leather with cuffs for my legs, arms and waist, cuffs with buckles to tighten. I squirmed feeling a little scared. “Do not be alarmed. You will feel something rise into you and then a warm sensation. You must be ready for your next step young man.”
If I wasn’t cuffed I’d have hit the ceiling as that cool probe pushed between my buttocks moving up as I tried to rise away from it, fighting my waist harness! I felt the flow of warm liquid. If was flowing inside me, filling me from my arse!
It was an enema, how can you dream about something you couldn’t imagine? Sure I’d imagined about cock sucking and stuff benders do, all boys have! Even the subject of a couple of exceeding guilty wanks if I’m honest. But arse flooding? Cleaning! “Surely you have heard of anal sex? Women do it, girls so their boyfriend not make then with c***d. Do you think they do not clean such a dirty place before?” it was the first time my shadow voice laughed!
“Now clean we lubricate.” Now I knew benders took penis up their arses but was it so good. I’d had satisfying big dumps that left me a little happy but something like a penis going the wrong way? I balled my fists as a gasp echoed around my steel chamber!
“It is called a dildo, a penis facsimile, often realistically sculpted as of this one is.” I knew somewhat vaguely that a dildo was some sort of fake dick, hence the playground insult, but the reality was an attention grabber!
I woke glued inside my sleeping bag! I hadn’t sweated so much in ages. I went to the toilet block and stuck my face in water. These dreams are they real? I could still feel that thing inside me stretching and deep! The showers had a full-length mirror where my reputation took another knock back!
“First you’re playing with your tits, well with those I’d be feeling myself up but now what are you looking at, it’s an arse hole, we all got ‘em! Not between such fat buttocks but they’re very common!” I should have just laughed it off or come up with something, saying was itchy and I was checking, but I was an idiot!
“Is it bigger? Dude you don’t ask that! And having a funny dream don’t do shit in real life! You’re worrying me. Just keep your weirdness under control, no more fire wanking. Wank in the toilet if you need to!” I went back to bed red faced, red arsed, red arse-holed and basically a very embarrassed beetroot!
I woke after a dream about flying down a pink tunnel! A lot less weird than my steel box vignettes, but still a bit sexy! We had a forty mile hike and an away camping spot from the main compound. I was so tired I fell into my sleeping bag the other boys snoring soundly as I closed my eyes.
“Dress in the lingerie provided to be pleasing and apply red lipstick to smile.” Mr Shadow’s voice, though the same seemed different, or rather the way he said things seemed a little odd now? My dream so I suppose this is what my subconscious wanted to play with! I put on the very sexy lingerie. Lingerie a French word that I was taking a liking too and the feel as I walked in those silky slippers with the cotton tail on top, like bunny slippers!
“The nurse is to be photographing this so pay no mind of her.” I was lain upon a huge round black satin sheeted bed in the dead centre and cuffed into place. A silk bolster was placed underneath my abdomen raising my bottom as the nurse called out to another.
The bed moved with the weight of the man moving behind me, shaking a little as he slapped at his penis getting it hard for my bottom I guessed. I was all too right as my cleaned and lubed virgin arse hole became a vagina for a big hot penis!
It was big, too big stretching painfully as I struggled and cried out but he was just pressing deeper each stoke! My cries of protest, useless as they were stopped as I just accepted this dreams reality. Was my id a sadist?
An eternity passed before this man was touching my body with his, making soft moist slapping as I accepted him fully into me, each long stroke ending with his hot balls against my tiny soft ones! Each time my body was pushed against my restraints as the fake nurse took pictures with her flashing camera!
As the rhythm of the dream man’s penis increased I found I could push up to meet it, my young body undulating as we danced. I had heard this called the horizontal mamba in a movie and I was doing it! We danced for what seemed like ages but was in unreality just four minutes!
The end as his hot sweaty body lay on mine pushing me into the mattress with his adult weight was too much to bear mentally! I shuddered moaning as he warmed me inside his thick penis still pulsating as he delivered his big ball’s semen deep. I had never felt so good in my life as during that dreams post-coital moment!
I was practically skipping all the way back to base, so much so the others complained I was too chipper! But I felt wonderful after that dream, my steel box fantasy life had delivered something so satisfying! But as I looked around the showers now I wondered for the first time is those hanging dicks could make me feel so good?
“Starring at what you haven’t got?” I turned caught and red faced. “I have one!” The boy looked at mine and his and smirked. “Yeah but mine carried on growing baby dick!” More humiliation. “But your arse grew kinda sexy and round and my sis has smaller tits!” I batted away his hands as he laughed. I wasn’t a bender!
Now in my dreams I was free to bend over in what I was instructed was called the “doggie” position. Literally wagging my lubed and moist tail for my new rider. I had decided to call my hooded and faceless penis jocks riders as they always rode me, and jocks cos jockeys rode ponies! I was the pony!
On the wall stood a chart with 110 sexual positions on it, and it seemed I was clearing five or six per dream. Some were fun, some were ambitious and some amazing. Some like ‘the eagle’ left me feeling so exposed his lips inches from mine as I tasted his gasping breath!
“The Lazy Dog” was my kind of dream ride. On my belly on the bed legs spread as my rider lay on top and deep inside, letting me scream into the mattress! But some were also a little hilarious to see in the mirror. Giggles, moans and jizz!
“The Candle” was me just standing as he mauled my tits breathing in my ear as his penis with its huge gold ring slipped between well-worn arse cheeks. My new ride was my first with a pierced prick, which banged my braces during the most delicious oral serving of thick jizz! Those big dusky balls packed flavour and quantity!
“Captain” had me on my back as my rider held my ankle like a ships wheel and enjoyed pivoting his ‘wheel’ around that thick pierced knob as he chuckled! This rider was different and I wasn’t too surprised when my dream fucker appeared wearing a simple eye mask!
Was the cheese macaroni we had for supper after that long hike to blame for my dream’s new lover’s appearance? My first two positions, “Torch” and “Lotus Flower” had me on his lap staring into that gold toothed grin under a thick ‘gypsy’ moustache as he rocked me on his cock, legs on his shoulders!
Red faced I faced him in the lotus position, now my knees up on his shoulders as he pulled me forward face to face and we kissed! I was snogging this gypsy as his penis fucked my wet anus my tits rubbing against his pierced nipples as I moaned releasing my cum between us. It was a twenty minute fuck, my longest yet before he released inside me!
Later in the week my dream man vanished with the conclusion of my faceless voice’s chart exercise. “We are pleasing you done well. All 100 positions we film, photograph all this for our amusements. You are our star!” I wanted to tell that idiot it was 110 but then I thought I’d better not be rude in my own head, I’ll wake with slapped face!
As I sat waiting for the dream to end the sound of a chair made me look up. The man from the shadows was walking towards me, still a difficult figure to see passed that dazzling light but now he had a form. A rotund business suited form!
“Soon you will know a hundred men… We set aside a weekend for purpose of filling you belly and mouth… Will you be pregnant? Turn into girl to please mummy? Or remain obedient sissy slutting her bottom?”
“Slutting her bottom?” I turned rubbing my eyes to see Tommy Mack waking with a boner poking out his sleeping bag. “You are not making a good rep here you know?” He turned over. “Weird with a capital wer!”
I’d had some three weeks of these dreams now, usually five or six times a week, on the odd day I’d have a normal dream. Maybe my subconscious needed a day off? Now in the fourth and last week of the summer’s month long camp I hoped my subconscious would have finished with me. I think those dreams were tiring me out!
But as I close my eyes I was back in my room again, only this time I was wearing the leather smelling hood! My world was muffled as I tried to move on that sweaty padded bench gasping through my slit of a mouth and nose holes!
Naked arse up I knew I was in this position for a purpose! “One!” I was fucked, he grabbed my hips and fucked my arse for a good few minutes before I felt his sperm. I was gasping in that hood, but “Two!” a second smaller cock entered me.
“Fuuuuck!” I felt the splash of a premature ejaculation on my exposed arse. “Be no more speaking! Three!” that was a boy I think I knew? Four to fifteen were all adult sized and did their duty to the balls-deep all! Remembered the ‘100’ from my previous dream and I wondered.
At fifty I wondered if I could really take so much cock even in a dream. I was flagging and I think my arse was sagging! It was definitely gaping and drooling and that damn hood was making me faint!
Up to sixty-seven I was very wet between weak kneed legs and I wondered if my buttocks touched together anymore? “There slutting over there, it’s ‘im see!” that voice was Tommy Mack’s?
I felt a cloth over me as something heavy pushed against my hoods collar. After a loud and painful snap, I yelped as the hood was removed. Tommy Mack was there with the Scout Leader, him pointing and the adult white faced in shock!
My dream had gotten pretty weird and I desperately tried to wake, blinking and pinching myself as I was freed! I fainted into a police woman’s arms! I woke in a hospital bead still insisting I was trapped in this dream!
Later I was made to realise I had been used, used for sexual purposes in over two hundred occurrences! “You are free of any sexually transmitted diseases young man but those hormones and creams had some effect but I guess some boys are a little chesty nowadays.”
It was decided against any actions and even the police dropped it quickly. I was a little surprised but one of the investigating officers whispered in my that a few of those men you were involved with were masons, high up masons. “You’ll forget I said that?” I nodded putting his drained penis back into his trousers!
My nights of dreaming debauchery were nights of actual debauchery which basically said that I was a pretty good teenage slut, a bender classed as a bottom, the boy that gets the cocks and jizz!
My last two years at school saw my popularity rise with a certain cadre of aggressive tops who had found the submissive slut of their dreams. An easy bending bitch with big boobs and a well proven cock-loving arse pussy! And as a bonus, most of my anonymous ‘dream’ riders had looked me up and now pay for my arse and mouth…
My tiny voice echoed in the sterile room. “State your age and sexual orientation.” I was okay with the first but what was he taking about orientation, Japan? “I’ll put you down as bisexual, covers both bases.”
The confusing and often bizarre questions continued as I sat sweating in the warm room. “Remove your clothing.” A stern woman appeared beside me with a tray. “Put your things on the tray provided.”
Somehow I knew I had to obey that faceless man. I was wat too young to understand anything but I’d seen this in spy movies and I knew I was not in a safe place or situation! And I was always to do what adults said wasn’t I?
“Your pants too Spiderman!” I sat naked and a little afraid now the strangeness had become apprehension. “What size are your breasts?” I was shocked, he was so clear in what he said but I was a boy, fat well yeah, but a boy!
“Please stand the nurse will see what is best suited to fit your bust size.” Again the man seemed confused. Or was he taking the piss? The nurse, if she was one had a trolley of things, girls’ things! I looked down in horror as the bra held my boys chest like a girls boobs and made them bulge!
I sat back down red faced in a girls pink B-cup bra that shamefully seemed to fit too well! “You are a B-cup, admirable in one so young.” His voice grew commanding again. “Nurse see to it he has the matching panties.”
More questions were followed with my ‘nurse’ bringing me a drink and a very good sandwich! I had crumbs in my bras cleavage!
Stockings followed and a long lingering debacle that was my attempt at clipping the suspender belt to those sheer stocking tops! The nurse, tutting fixed them! More questions followed, then ladies pointy shoes, bright red ones that made my feet feel crushed and my heart a little fluttery.
I looked across to the chrome wall and saw a girl sitting where I was. My brown shoulder length hair did not help in affirming my boyhood! A skirt and blouse were completed with the blazer from that posh girl’s school near mine.
I woke in my tent and joined the rest to wash. I had got a rash and had to be covered in a funny smelling cream that was very warm and stinging in places!
I left it on as instructed then had to shower it off and use another medicated soap. I was glad I didn’t use it on my head as it had stripped me bare, no hair bare! “It’s the treatment you must have an allergy. It’ll grow back probably.”
I’d started my Scout trip holiday with weird dreams and a denuding! My pants felt almost alive no wonder girls are always giggling!
I was back in my dream again but this time my girl’s things felt almost electric! Stocking felt so amazing, the panties felt alive touching everywhere! Even the bra and blouse! “Some pink on the lips nurse and a little rouge.”
“Turn the chair to face the nurse.” I complied and sat down again. “A man will walk in, he cannot hear or see you so do not move, sit with your shoes on the floor marking provided.”
I sat in my school girl uniform with my legs wide as the man began to approach me. He was hooded and naked! His penis bounced along with hairless balls getting closer and closer. I could smell them as he stood between my outstretched legs!
“I suspect you already feel no need for me to say this but I want you to kiss and suck this penis. If you fail to comply we will release all of the video and photos we have of you in this room, to your school and parents.”
These dreams were frighteningly real but I woke from the last one okay, a rash yeah, but I was just plain old me? I was a little curious and it did look like something that would feel niece in my mouth. I took that penis into my mouth and woke up!
“Boner boy’s awake!” Oh great my weird dream left me open to ridicule! Scouting activities started with sniggers and jibes all aimed at ‘Boner boy’, a name I knew would be hard to shake!
We was making fire. Oh no, not with matches or lighters but sticks and bows and stones. A lot of teenage boys grunting and groaning as bows spun pointy sticks and the smell and smoke of smoldering wood was everywhere.
He was grunting and moaning as I rolled his penis with my tongue, sucking, kissing, caressing and listening to my faceless instructor. “I will make you our best yet!” I remember his taste as his sperm filled my mouth, was I still a virgin I thought as it slid down my throat with a nervous swallow?
“Oi wanker, were using this wood not yours!” I woke from my daydream and pulled my hand from wet pants cutting my little finger as my teenage spunk went and the boy jumped back shouting! That day I easily wanted to forget as I tried to sleep, cruel jibes still making the rounds as the ‘wood wanker’s tale’ grew more outlandish and bizarre!
Luckily my weird sexual and frankly homosexual fantasy went on to part three! I don’t know what I was eating in our lunches, some kind of super cheese for such powerful and very queer dreams?
“Today’s episode was no exception, more cheese? “Last week we left our boy sucking cock, what will he move on to today boys and girls?” My usual speaker returned after a spate of sorts in the dark beyond that always dazzling lamp!
“Sit down, spread… You know the rest.” This dark brown rather tubby man who stood for my attention had a very different cock than the first. It had no skin and the bulbous pink head was like a large mushroom? His balls were inside a huge wiry bush of grey pubes!
My hands were tied with a red ribbon today, there was a blue plaster where I got a ribbon cut on my little finger! His penis felt nice without the skin and was easy to suck no handed, but I gagged a lot as the man pulled my forward, his hands on my head!
“Do not fight him this is also part of your necessary training.” I had to swallow each time or I felt ready to vomit that cock from my throat! “It is called deep throat, now please continue.”
With my head tilted back my face was in those pubes as his penis was in my throat sliding down and back up with huge gooey strings of saliva dr****g from it! “Mucus and saliva please continue and no further stopping you know the rest.”
Swallow, release, swallow, release. He was moving in and out like he was having sex, sex with my mouth and throat as the vagina! I was exhausting but he kept at it as I repeated was forced deep, help then back to the normal rhythm, if anything about this was normal!
He was a noisy grunter and moaner and soon he held me tight in his sweaty bush as warm fluid flowed down my throat, his balls in my face! I cleaned him up and I must say his penis, unlike the other man’s tasted very pleasant.
I sat up in my sleeping bag. Those dreams were so real I swear I could taste that cock as I remembered… the dream was fading again but it left me with questions. How did I get in that room, did I ever leave it? It mirrored my days here. The smoothness caused by the rash cream and my cut finger?
I stared at my cut fingers blue plaster, the same as my dream? But the medic had bandaged it for me? And the medical box had only brown plasters, I know I helped pack it full before we left!
The Scout leader looked confused when I asked him. “Your right about that we always use brown, you know them stretchy ones.” On checking the box he laughed. “Blue? Perhaps we’d had too many that day in the pub?” He laughed it off but I was confused! We had a shandy and then coke! I decided I’d better take precautions so I took an indelible pen from Our Scout leader’s personal box!
We had mac’n’cheese for dinner and played games after wards before showers and bed where, for once I did not dream anything so lewd as usual but it was still exceeding strange!
I was standing naked as two ‘nurses’ examined me. “Are they bigger?” I felt hands caressing my chest, well boobs, for a fat k** mine were extra hefty! “He is acceding a ‘C’ cup, they are shaping up fine sir.” My shadow man’s voice sounded noncommittal as usual. “Tablets, cream and a massage then bed.”
My bed was a sleeping bag on an ancient old folding wooden frame job, but I slept, when I wasn’t dreaming! “Are you admiring those big hooters of yours? Just keep your hands out of your trousers!” I was the butt of more jokes. And I had a huge butt!
What were those tablets I took four times a day and that cream I rubbed on, I wasn’t so sure it was making them any smaller and my nipples were huge! But the Scout Leader explained what they were and said they would get bigger before falling back and smaller later. “It’s a long-term treatment son.”
There was a new chair in my dream room! Plastic and leather with cuffs for my legs, arms and waist, cuffs with buckles to tighten. I squirmed feeling a little scared. “Do not be alarmed. You will feel something rise into you and then a warm sensation. You must be ready for your next step young man.”
If I wasn’t cuffed I’d have hit the ceiling as that cool probe pushed between my buttocks moving up as I tried to rise away from it, fighting my waist harness! I felt the flow of warm liquid. If was flowing inside me, filling me from my arse!
It was an enema, how can you dream about something you couldn’t imagine? Sure I’d imagined about cock sucking and stuff benders do, all boys have! Even the subject of a couple of exceeding guilty wanks if I’m honest. But arse flooding? Cleaning! “Surely you have heard of anal sex? Women do it, girls so their boyfriend not make then with c***d. Do you think they do not clean such a dirty place before?” it was the first time my shadow voice laughed!
“Now clean we lubricate.” Now I knew benders took penis up their arses but was it so good. I’d had satisfying big dumps that left me a little happy but something like a penis going the wrong way? I balled my fists as a gasp echoed around my steel chamber!
“It is called a dildo, a penis facsimile, often realistically sculpted as of this one is.” I knew somewhat vaguely that a dildo was some sort of fake dick, hence the playground insult, but the reality was an attention grabber!
I woke glued inside my sleeping bag! I hadn’t sweated so much in ages. I went to the toilet block and stuck my face in water. These dreams are they real? I could still feel that thing inside me stretching and deep! The showers had a full-length mirror where my reputation took another knock back!
“First you’re playing with your tits, well with those I’d be feeling myself up but now what are you looking at, it’s an arse hole, we all got ‘em! Not between such fat buttocks but they’re very common!” I should have just laughed it off or come up with something, saying was itchy and I was checking, but I was an idiot!
“Is it bigger? Dude you don’t ask that! And having a funny dream don’t do shit in real life! You’re worrying me. Just keep your weirdness under control, no more fire wanking. Wank in the toilet if you need to!” I went back to bed red faced, red arsed, red arse-holed and basically a very embarrassed beetroot!
I woke after a dream about flying down a pink tunnel! A lot less weird than my steel box vignettes, but still a bit sexy! We had a forty mile hike and an away camping spot from the main compound. I was so tired I fell into my sleeping bag the other boys snoring soundly as I closed my eyes.
“Dress in the lingerie provided to be pleasing and apply red lipstick to smile.” Mr Shadow’s voice, though the same seemed different, or rather the way he said things seemed a little odd now? My dream so I suppose this is what my subconscious wanted to play with! I put on the very sexy lingerie. Lingerie a French word that I was taking a liking too and the feel as I walked in those silky slippers with the cotton tail on top, like bunny slippers!
“The nurse is to be photographing this so pay no mind of her.” I was lain upon a huge round black satin sheeted bed in the dead centre and cuffed into place. A silk bolster was placed underneath my abdomen raising my bottom as the nurse called out to another.
The bed moved with the weight of the man moving behind me, shaking a little as he slapped at his penis getting it hard for my bottom I guessed. I was all too right as my cleaned and lubed virgin arse hole became a vagina for a big hot penis!
It was big, too big stretching painfully as I struggled and cried out but he was just pressing deeper each stoke! My cries of protest, useless as they were stopped as I just accepted this dreams reality. Was my id a sadist?
An eternity passed before this man was touching my body with his, making soft moist slapping as I accepted him fully into me, each long stroke ending with his hot balls against my tiny soft ones! Each time my body was pushed against my restraints as the fake nurse took pictures with her flashing camera!
As the rhythm of the dream man’s penis increased I found I could push up to meet it, my young body undulating as we danced. I had heard this called the horizontal mamba in a movie and I was doing it! We danced for what seemed like ages but was in unreality just four minutes!
The end as his hot sweaty body lay on mine pushing me into the mattress with his adult weight was too much to bear mentally! I shuddered moaning as he warmed me inside his thick penis still pulsating as he delivered his big ball’s semen deep. I had never felt so good in my life as during that dreams post-coital moment!
I was practically skipping all the way back to base, so much so the others complained I was too chipper! But I felt wonderful after that dream, my steel box fantasy life had delivered something so satisfying! But as I looked around the showers now I wondered for the first time is those hanging dicks could make me feel so good?
“Starring at what you haven’t got?” I turned caught and red faced. “I have one!” The boy looked at mine and his and smirked. “Yeah but mine carried on growing baby dick!” More humiliation. “But your arse grew kinda sexy and round and my sis has smaller tits!” I batted away his hands as he laughed. I wasn’t a bender!
Now in my dreams I was free to bend over in what I was instructed was called the “doggie” position. Literally wagging my lubed and moist tail for my new rider. I had decided to call my hooded and faceless penis jocks riders as they always rode me, and jocks cos jockeys rode ponies! I was the pony!
On the wall stood a chart with 110 sexual positions on it, and it seemed I was clearing five or six per dream. Some were fun, some were ambitious and some amazing. Some like ‘the eagle’ left me feeling so exposed his lips inches from mine as I tasted his gasping breath!
“The Lazy Dog” was my kind of dream ride. On my belly on the bed legs spread as my rider lay on top and deep inside, letting me scream into the mattress! But some were also a little hilarious to see in the mirror. Giggles, moans and jizz!
“The Candle” was me just standing as he mauled my tits breathing in my ear as his penis with its huge gold ring slipped between well-worn arse cheeks. My new ride was my first with a pierced prick, which banged my braces during the most delicious oral serving of thick jizz! Those big dusky balls packed flavour and quantity!
“Captain” had me on my back as my rider held my ankle like a ships wheel and enjoyed pivoting his ‘wheel’ around that thick pierced knob as he chuckled! This rider was different and I wasn’t too surprised when my dream fucker appeared wearing a simple eye mask!
Was the cheese macaroni we had for supper after that long hike to blame for my dream’s new lover’s appearance? My first two positions, “Torch” and “Lotus Flower” had me on his lap staring into that gold toothed grin under a thick ‘gypsy’ moustache as he rocked me on his cock, legs on his shoulders!
Red faced I faced him in the lotus position, now my knees up on his shoulders as he pulled me forward face to face and we kissed! I was snogging this gypsy as his penis fucked my wet anus my tits rubbing against his pierced nipples as I moaned releasing my cum between us. It was a twenty minute fuck, my longest yet before he released inside me!
Later in the week my dream man vanished with the conclusion of my faceless voice’s chart exercise. “We are pleasing you done well. All 100 positions we film, photograph all this for our amusements. You are our star!” I wanted to tell that idiot it was 110 but then I thought I’d better not be rude in my own head, I’ll wake with slapped face!
As I sat waiting for the dream to end the sound of a chair made me look up. The man from the shadows was walking towards me, still a difficult figure to see passed that dazzling light but now he had a form. A rotund business suited form!
“Soon you will know a hundred men… We set aside a weekend for purpose of filling you belly and mouth… Will you be pregnant? Turn into girl to please mummy? Or remain obedient sissy slutting her bottom?”
“Slutting her bottom?” I turned rubbing my eyes to see Tommy Mack waking with a boner poking out his sleeping bag. “You are not making a good rep here you know?” He turned over. “Weird with a capital wer!”
I’d had some three weeks of these dreams now, usually five or six times a week, on the odd day I’d have a normal dream. Maybe my subconscious needed a day off? Now in the fourth and last week of the summer’s month long camp I hoped my subconscious would have finished with me. I think those dreams were tiring me out!
But as I close my eyes I was back in my room again, only this time I was wearing the leather smelling hood! My world was muffled as I tried to move on that sweaty padded bench gasping through my slit of a mouth and nose holes!
Naked arse up I knew I was in this position for a purpose! “One!” I was fucked, he grabbed my hips and fucked my arse for a good few minutes before I felt his sperm. I was gasping in that hood, but “Two!” a second smaller cock entered me.
“Fuuuuck!” I felt the splash of a premature ejaculation on my exposed arse. “Be no more speaking! Three!” that was a boy I think I knew? Four to fifteen were all adult sized and did their duty to the balls-deep all! Remembered the ‘100’ from my previous dream and I wondered.
At fifty I wondered if I could really take so much cock even in a dream. I was flagging and I think my arse was sagging! It was definitely gaping and drooling and that damn hood was making me faint!
Up to sixty-seven I was very wet between weak kneed legs and I wondered if my buttocks touched together anymore? “There slutting over there, it’s ‘im see!” that voice was Tommy Mack’s?
I felt a cloth over me as something heavy pushed against my hoods collar. After a loud and painful snap, I yelped as the hood was removed. Tommy Mack was there with the Scout Leader, him pointing and the adult white faced in shock!
My dream had gotten pretty weird and I desperately tried to wake, blinking and pinching myself as I was freed! I fainted into a police woman’s arms! I woke in a hospital bead still insisting I was trapped in this dream!
Later I was made to realise I had been used, used for sexual purposes in over two hundred occurrences! “You are free of any sexually transmitted diseases young man but those hormones and creams had some effect but I guess some boys are a little chesty nowadays.”
It was decided against any actions and even the police dropped it quickly. I was a little surprised but one of the investigating officers whispered in my that a few of those men you were involved with were masons, high up masons. “You’ll forget I said that?” I nodded putting his drained penis back into his trousers!
My nights of dreaming debauchery were nights of actual debauchery which basically said that I was a pretty good teenage slut, a bender classed as a bottom, the boy that gets the cocks and jizz!
My last two years at school saw my popularity rise with a certain cadre of aggressive tops who had found the submissive slut of their dreams. An easy bending bitch with big boobs and a well proven cock-loving arse pussy! And as a bonus, most of my anonymous ‘dream’ riders had looked me up and now pay for my arse and mouth…
Bree
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