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TRAPPED IN NUMBER 6
Dylan realised he'd made a mistake as soon as he pushed the door open and
walked inside. He just didn't know yet how big a mistake it would prove
to be.
The tune he was whistling died on his lips as he saw the three figures
waiting for him.
Ordinarily he wouldn't have given the apprehensive looking girl just a
passing glance; he'd have stared at her. It wasn't just that she was
inside what was clearly - unless he was drunker than he thought - a
public toilet for men only. It was how she was dressed. The dirty white
crop top barely concealed her swelling breasts, the studded black leather
shorts looked as if they'd been sprayed on, and the outfit was completed
by platform wedge shoes that seemed impossible to walk in. She seemed
somewhere around his age, but he couldn't be sure.
But for all her charms, his eyes were drawn irresistibly to the two men
either side of her. They appeared to be built on a different scale to
both Dylan and their female companion. But what really took him aback was
not their height and girth, nor the way they seemed to fill the space
between the urinal and the cracked wash basins, but the knowing grins on
their faces. They were perhaps somewhere in their thirties or forties.
Each man's craggy, tanned face suggested a life largely spent out of
doors - and not necessarily well spent at that.
Dylan cursed the spur of the moment decision that had caused him to take
the shortcut through the park. Ordinarily, he would have taken the bus,
after a night drinking with his mates. But it was a nice evening, and he
thought it would be good to walk off some of the beers. And then he was
about to look for a convenient bush, when he'd seen the toilet block. It
had looked completely deserted. Only it turned out it wasn't ...
He shivered involuntarily and turned to reach for the door that had swung
shut behind him. But it was too late. His exit was blocked by a third man
whose presence besides the entrance he had missed. Clad all in black
leather, like both his colleagues, he was built to a more normal scale,
but the smile on his scarred face was every bit as terrifying.
"Yours is number six, buddy."
Dylan turned back to see that the bigger of the first two men had spoken.
He nodded at a row of cubicles. Their doors were all closed, except the
one at the far end, which stood open.
Dylan found his voice. "I decided I didn't -"
"Number six." The man cut across him and gestured again to the open
cubicle. Dylan looked at him, made to open his mouth, but stopped when
the man lifted his eyebrows. He inclined his head in the direction he
wanted the young man to take. He was still smiling, but it was the least
pleasant expression Dylan had ever seen. Something about the cold hard
eyes told him he'd live to regret it if he didn't do as he was told - if
he lived at all.
Stomach churning with anxiety, the alcoholic haze he'd felt just moments
ago banished as if a switch been flicked, he walked unsteadily past the
two men and the girl to the nominated cubicle. Stepping inside, he closed
the door and then stopped, at a complete loss as to what to do next.
After a minute or so, he heard a different voice say. "I don't hear
anything. Thought you wanted to go?" In response, he raised the toilet
seat, unzipped his pants, pulled out his member and tried to summon a
flow. Nothing happened. "I ... I can't," he announced, his voice cracking
slightly.
There was a chuckle, and the first voice said: "Well that's a shame. Cos
there's a charge for that cubicle. It's special, see. And you've used it.
Whether you pissed or not."
Dylan swore silently and reached for his wallet. "I don't have any -"
"We don't want money," said the first man. "You can pay with something
else. But you can leave your wallet with us for safe keeping until we get
what we want. And your phone."
Dylan wondered whether he could surprise them by bursting out the door
and trying to escape before they knew what was happening.. But there were
three of them, and he surely couldn't expect much help from the girl -
she'd looked as frightened as he now felt. He slid his wallet and phone
under the door, cursing that he hadn't thought to send someone a text, or
even called the police. But there was a more immediate problem.
"If you're not after money," he called, his voice shaky, "what do you
mean by -"
To one side of him, there was a grating sound, and what he had taken to
be a solid section of the partition between his own cubicle and the next
one along slid back to reveal a hole, at around the level of his chest.
There was a pause, and then what unmistakably a penis was thrust through
the hole.
"We're sure you can figure it out," said the second voice jovially.
Dylan's stared at the tool that was dangling beside him. He was not a
complete stranger to cocksucking. He and his best friend Sam had once
spent the best part of a summer sucking one another off - or at least, he
had regularly given Sam blowjobs, with his friend occasionally
reciprocating. After they each found new girlfriends, they'd stopped -
and Dylan had never looked to take up with any other men. But he did at
least have some idea what to do.
The problem though was that this wasn't his best friend, but a complete
stranger. He couldn't even be sure it was one of the men he'd seen
outside, though that seemed most likely. Still, what choice did he have?
He was no match for the men who had trapped him here. With a sigh he sat
down on the toilet seat, shuffled around to face the hole and, trying
desperately to suppress a burst of nausea, tentatively lifted the flaccid
intruder to his mouth.
Two things happened at once. There was a growl of approval from the
adjoining cubicle, and he realised that the cock in his mouth was
considerably thicker than what he remembered of Sam's. It also smelled
and tasted far less fresh and clean. But he willed himself to imagine
that he was back in his friend's bedroom, fooling around after school. As
the flesh in his mouth hardened and expanded, he fought to open his jaws
a little wider and keep it sliding in and out of his lips.
He could hear groans of appreciation from next door, as well as other
voices urging him on. But he did his best to tune them out. Just imagine
it's Sam, he told himself, as he worked away on the strange cock,
gradually increasing the pace of his sucking.
Closing his eyes helped. He pretended he was back in his bedroom,
kneeling in front of his flaxen-haired friend, his hands cupped round the
Sam's firm buttocks, gazing up past the flat stomach and largely hairless
chest to the beautiful brown eyes that were looking down on him, urging
him on, yearning for the sweet release that Dylan was aching to give
him ...
The sounds around him seemed to recede, until his sole focus was on
driving his head forward and back, forward and back, the engorged flesh
in his mouth all he could feel and taste.
He had got into such a zone that it came as a complete surprise when he
felt spunk shooting onto his tongue and down his throat. Reflexively, he
grabbed the shaft, but allowed the pulsing member to keep jetting cream
into his mouth. In the next cubicle he heard its owner groaning in
pleasure.
Just as he had always done with Sam - indeed he was still doing his best
to imagine that it was his friend who had just come in his mouth - Dylan
carefully licked the head clean and swallowed every drop of cum. It
didn't taste quite as good as he remembered it, but maybe that was the
difference between wanting to suck cock and being forced to. Although he
noticed to his shame that he himself had become aroused - not completely,
but enough so that he could see the bulge in his pants.
He wondered what he should do now. Would the men outside leave him alone
now, or would they expect more? He was just on the verge of calling out
when there was a rap on the door of his cubicle. He went to open it, but
before he could say or do anything, someone pushed him back, came inside
and closed the door. It was the girl. She was carrying a plastic bag in
one hand, and what looked a wet wipe in the other.
She lifted the wipe to his face and started to say in a low, urgent
voice: "I need to clean you -" She broke off and stared at his face.
"Where's all the ... you know?"
Dylan didn't answer, but felt his cheeks redden. "Oh," said the girl. A
fleeting expression that Dylan couldn't quite read flitted across her
pretty if somewhat acne-scarred face. But then she shook her head and
instead started pulling clothing out of the bag. "They want you to put
these on," she said.
"These" turned out to be a lacy pink tank top with a floral design, a
short denim skirt, pink cotton panties, and light brown sandals with
wedge heels. Dylan stared at them in consternation. "But ..." he
protested, "those are ... those are for girls!"
The girl brushed her blonde bangs back out of her eyes. "I know," she
answered softly, "but that's what they want you to wear." Her face took
on a pleading expression. "Please do what they say, otherwise ... well,
you've seen them, right?"
The young man stifled a moan, and nodded in resignation. Silently, he
started taking off his clothes. When he was down to his underpants, he
hesitated. "Those too, I'm afraid," said the girl with a grimace. She
turned her back until he'd donned the panties instead, then helped him
zip up the skirt and stand up in the unfamiliar heels. They were much
shorter than hers, but he still found he was tottering on them. When she
indicated he should sit back down on the toilet seat, he did so
gratefully.
"Two more things," she said. She dug into the bag again and produced what
was clearly a tube of lipstick. When she unscrewed the top, the colour
was revealed to be a bright bubblegum pink, very different to the red
shade she herself was wearing.
"No way," breathed Dylan. But the girl simply stood over him with the
lipstick poised, giving him a steady look. With a sigh he tilted back his
head and she began to work on his lips. After she had finished, she mimed
smacking her own lips. When he copied her, she did a further touch up,
inspected her handiwork, and then nodded her head in satisfaction.
Dylan was just about to ask the girl what the second thing had been, when
she bent down and brought her cherry red lips to his and gave him a soft,
lingering kiss. He stiffened in surprise, but then felt himself returning
the kiss, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When she
finally broke the contact, he looked up at her in wonder. "What was that
for?" he asked.
Her face still had that serious cast. "Just checking your lipstick's not
gonna smudge," she answered, peering again at his lips.
Dylan blinked. "Does that I mean I've got to, er ...?" He glanced at the
glory hole.
"Fraid so." She glanced away for a second, then asked, "The prettiest
girl in your class at school. What's her name?"
Dylan was completely thrown by the sudden shift - and he was still
thinking about that strange sensation of lipstick meeting lipstick. "I'm
sorry ... what?" he finally managed to say. She repeated the question,
her tone as flat as ever. He stammered for a minute, then said, "I guess
... Natalie? Natalie Myers. But what's that -"
The girl ignored him. "Natalie's ready," she called out, clearly speaking
to the men outside the cubicle. Then she leant down again and whispered
in his ear, "I'll try and make it a bit easier for you, okay?"
He had no idea what she was talking about and was just about to say so,
when a shift in her gaze prompted him to look sideways, to find another
cock being fed through the hole. This one was considerably longer than
the previous one. In fact it was the biggest he had ever seen. As he
stared at it, a voice behind the partition said, "Come on Natalie, time
to work your magic, sweetheart." There was laughter outside the door, as
the men there joined the chorus demanding him to use his "pretty mouth"
to "suck that big dick," or variations on that theme.
Dylan looked around, wondering if they could somehow see him, but there
was no sign of a camera. As the clamour outside grew louder, he shook his
head in resignation and turned again towards the cock that was dangling
from the glory hole. As he lifted it to his mouth, marvelling at its
weight, he felt it stir into life.
Once again, he tried picturing himself with Sam, though the size of the
organ he was trying to pleasure made that a difficult pretence to
maintain. What was it though that he used to do that his friend loved so
much? Oh yeah, he thought, that ... He began vigorously licking the
shaft, starting as far down it as the partition would allow, and trying
to get his tongue all the way around it. As he worked his way up he
deliberately drooled over it. By the time he reached the top and probed
the slit there, the member he was holding was coated in his saliva and
fully erect. The noises he could hear from next door also suggested that
Sam was not the only one to enjoy such treatment.
Fervently hoping that he could finish what he'd started as quickly as
possible, he wrapped his mouth around the throbbing phallus and began to
suck it. He tried to get as much of it in as possible, but each time he
got the end anywhere near his throat he would gag and lose his rhythm.
All of a sudden, there was a new distraction. He felt his skirt being
lifted and his panties pulled aside, freeing his own cock. Startled, he
wrenched his mouth away from the huge tool he was trying to service. He
looked down to see the blonde girl looking up at him with a faint smile.
As he watched, she opened her mouth to engulf his stirring manhood in a
sudden warm wetness.
Dylan had only ever had his cock sucked a few times - and not at all
since Sam had done it during that period of experimentation. None of his
girlfriends had ever offered, and for some reason he hadn't been inclined
to ask, even those who'd been happy to let him fuck them. He gave a gasp
now as he came to life in the girl's mouth.
He was just about to reach down - though to do what, he wasn't quite
sure. But she somehow sensed his movement and glanced back up. Without
taking her lips off his rapidly stiffening organ, she somehow contrived
with her eyes to suggest he resume his own assignment.
He hesitated, but then a growl from the other side of the partition
prompted him to resume work on the hard, throbbing meat that protruded
from the hole. As he tried to regain his shattered concentration, he
could feel the girl's hand wrapped firmly around his own shaft, holding
it in place while she bobbed her head up and down. Without intending to
do so, he fell into the same rhythm as her. And now he had a new
experience to savour, something he'd never got from his good-looking
friend - the feeling of giving head while at the same time receiving it.
The surge of excitement that he felt prompted him to increase his own
efforts, his head moving faster and his lips clamped as tightly as
possible around the head and shaft he was engulfing. But after a few
minutes of this, he felt his strength begin to flag, his neck muscles
becoming sore from the unusual exercise and his breath starting to rasp.
Even as the girl continued to plunge up and down on his own rigid pole,
his sucking slowed.
The man whose cock he was pleasuring must have sensed that Dylan was
tiring, because he called out: "Natalie, put that slutty mouth of yours
next to the hole and hold it there!" For a moment, Dylan didn't respond,
but then the use of his new name penetrated the erotic fog that seemed to
be clouding his brain. He stopped sucking, took a few heaving breaths,
and then did as he was told.
His head was jolted back as the rampant phallus drove into his mouth,
past the point where he could possibly accommodate its length. "Not so
far in," he gasped urgently, but then resumed the position required of
him, with his bright pink lips, their covering still intact, poised in
front of the glory hole. The next thrust stopped shorter, and this time
he was able to hold his position and wait for the next one, and the one
after that ...
With a thrill that both alarmed and somehow exhilarated him, he realised
that his face was being fucked. Sam had never done that to him, but this
older man, whoever he was, was simply taking ownership of Dylan's gaping
mouth - or was it Natalie's? And as he tried to process that, a different
part of him was responding in another way. With a sudden gush he came in
the blonde's mouth, his panty-clad bottom involuntarily lifting off the
toilet seat as he arched upwards and poured his seed into her.
The rush of his orgasm had only just faded when the man next door began
to shorten his strokes and pound the head of his cock against Dylan's
lips, faster and faster, his grunts gradually lengthening into a roar
until he too was coming. But as he did so he pulled back slightly, so
that some of his spunk missed the waiting mouth and spattered onto
Dylan's lips, chin and cheeks.
As he had done before, Dylan did his best to clean the man's cock and
ingest the spunk in and around his mouth, even as he felt the girl below
doing the same to him. When he had finished licking and sucking the last
gobs of cum, he relinquished the heavy but now shrinking shaft and it was
withdrawn through the hole. He felt the girl tuck his cock back into his
panties and smooth down his skirt.
Leaning back slightly, Dylan closed his eyes and took a few shuddering
breaths. But then he felt the girl get up off her knees, straddle him and
sit back down on his lap, facing towards him. He brought his eyes open
gain to find her right in front of his face. For the second time that
evening she brought her tender lips down onto his. But as they parted to
accept the kiss, he felt a surge of viscous fluid flooding into his
mouth. With a shock, he understood that she feeding him his own cum!
He stiffened and started to protest, but she seemed to know everything he
was going to do before he did. A squeeze on this arm and slightly firmer
pressure down on his lips were enough for him to stifle whatever he was
going to say or do. Instead, he gulped down the creamy mess she had left
and he heard her make a sound of approval. When he had finished, she
lifted her mouth from his and started licking up the remnants of the
other man's cum that were left on Dylan's face, feeding him those scraps
as well until he could taste nothing but semen. His stomach lurched at
the thought of how much cum he had swallowed.
When she had finished, she stood up and indicated that they should leave
the cubicle. He got to his feet wearily, wobbling on the unfamiliar
heels. She unlocked the door, but then leaned back and whispered in his
ear, "Well done Natalie." For a second, he wondered why she was calling
him that, but then remembered that she had never heard his real name. It
didn't seem like an appropriate time or place for introductions, so he
murmured, "Thanks," and then followed her out.
As Dylan emerged, the three men he had seen earlier were there to greet
him, which they did with jeers and ribald comments about Natalie being
both a dirty slut and a great little cocksucker. The biggest man was
still refastening his pants, from which Dylan gathered he was the owner
of the big cock that Dylan had just serviced.
The smallest of the three grinned and held up a phone, on which a video
was playing. With a sinking feeling, Dylan realised that it showed him
dressed as Natalie, with his bright pink lips wrapped around the big
man's tool and the girl's head busily working away on his own much
smaller erection. From the angle, there must have been a small camera
built into the door, perhaps around the lock.
"If you like, Natalie, we can put that up on the internet," said the big
man with a wicked smile. "Or ... you can let us give you a lift home."
"L-like this?" stuttered Dylan, indicating his feminine attire.
"Of course," he answered. "You look lovely like that. And ..." - he made
a play of looking around - "those other clothes you were wearing seem to
have vanished. Don't worry, we'll get you home safely ... eventually."
His grin broadened as he indicated the exit from the toilet block.
Dylan hesitated, but there was really nothing he could do.
Disconsolately, he followed the other two men out, concentrating hard on
not taking a tumble in his new sandals.
The big man watched him go with a thoughtful expression. Then he turned
to the girl, who had been washing out her mouth in one of the basins.
"Nicely done, Holly," he commented approvingly.
She looked at him anxiously, and then her face relaxed into a big smile.
"No, that was easy - the easiest one we've done, I reckon. She's a
natural, is our Natalie." She bent down to retrieve her handbag, which
she'd left under a basin. "Did that blowjob feel as good as it looked?"
"Fuck yeah," he answered emphatically. "Ah, thank you kindly." This last
was for the three envelopes she had just passed to him. He opened one,
quickly counted the banknotes inside and then nodded in satisfaction.
"The boys have put her in your car. You okay to take her from here?
"Sure," said Holly. "I can't imagine she'll be any trouble. She's such a
nice girl. Too bad we have such naughty things in store for her ..."
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