Here is another true story from
skinric. Hope you all enjoy it.
A Few Days By The Seaside - Pt 1
It had been a hard week and a half for
Ric doing the final details of the design work for this job. His neck was all
stiff from the long hours in front of the computer screen. But it had gon
quicker and more easily than had expected because of the peace and quiet of the
small holiday cottage that had been offered by the client as a base to work
from. However the cottage was remote and apart from the couple of visits to the
village shop for bread and milk Ric was getting cabin fever from lack of
contact and a serious lack of sex. One handed reading of stories on the
internet went only so far.
Wednesday mid morning and the job was
completed except for the final checking and the printer was running out the
pages as Ric was wondering whereabouts there might be some fun for later. The
weather was sunny and clear and the sea was only 20miles away, so Ric decided
to spend the afternoon on the beach and perhaps get a swim in as well. Flask
for tea, book and couple of towels loaded into the van and he set off, leaving
the printer to finish off the plots and he would check then through tomorrow or
Friday.
The nearest coastal town was Aberaeron,
a small, neat Victorian seaside town with small terraced cottages and an unusual
double harbour. Parking was easy but not close to the sea because the whole
seafront was fenced off as a large gang were rebuilding the sea defenses. Vans,
diggers, cabins and wire fencing from end to end and a motley selection of
labourers not working particularly hard.
Ric got himself a sandwich and a bottle
of milk for lunch and began to stroll along the sea-fence line watching the
crew settling down to their lunches. There was some good scenery, some rough
looking lads and plenty of tattoos and piercings all wrapped up in filthy
clothing and boots. Ric was scruffy himself in just a pair of old oil-stained
overalls, well worn steelie rigger boots and a dirty baseball cap. Just where
the sea wall meets the harbour entrance there were three builders vans and
sitting at the back of the last one a young heavily tattooed skinhead shouted
to Ric “Where have you come from? haven’t seen you here before, you bit late if
youre looking for work cause we’ve only got three more weeks”
Ric explained he wasn’t on this site or
looking for work, thanks, but just taking an afternoon off to stroll around. A
conversation started, Ric joined the lad who turned out to be called Steve at
the rear of his van and finished off his sarnies and milk. They talked of
tattoos, they both had lots, labouring and then to suggestions about what fun
might be had that evening and finally Steve asked if Ric was up for some abuse,
which if only he knew was a silly question to which the only answer was going
to be a loud definitive YES. Steve suggested playing that evening to which Ric
eagerly agreed, then Steve turned the screw a bit expressing a concern that Ric
might not return, so to prevent this he wanted to secure him in the van for the
afternoon so all would be ready as soon as Steve finished work.
Pug, one of the other labourers, ambled
by and before Ric had realised what might happen Pug pounced and between him
and Steve got a cock gag and handcuffs fitted in seconds and not long after
that the cuffs were padlocked to one of the securing rings n the back of the
van, the door slammed shut and Steve and Pug went back to work. The van wasn’t
entirely dark inside, some light came in through the doors that didn’t quite
fit anymore, enough light for him to try to find the least uncomfortable
position and avoid the broken bricks and stones. Ric could hear the tide coming
in and some of the site’s noise, thinking that it would have been good to have
had that swim. There were a few vehicle
noises but nothing else till what seemed like an hour later the door was
opened. Steve climbed in, removed the gag, pissed and replaced the gag and left
without saying a word. Pug did the same half an hour later, his was
particularly pungent as his lunch was predominantly stout.
Steve returned to his van at the end of
the day, released Ric, removed the gag and the cuffs and outlined what he was thinking of for the
rest of the day and evening’s entertainment. First was food: a visit to the chippie on the harbourside for
supper, then Steve was planning on a couple of pints with some of the other
guys in the nearest pub and he pointed out that as Ric would be getting all his
beer second hand he didn’t need to be with them drinking, so Ric should be secured for the evening. Steve
would be back at closing time to sleep in the hammock in the van for the night,
using or abuseing Ric if needed during
the night. So off they went to the fish shop with a couple of the other guys
from the site and tucked into sizeable portions of cod, chips and peas. During
the meal and in a roundabout way Steve discovered that Ric didn’t have any
really fixed commitments for Thursday or Friday and he was already thinking of
keeping Ric for the rest of the week, perhaps till the end of the shift at
Saturday lunchtime, but didn’t say anything leaving Ric to assume that he would
be released in the morning.
Supper eaten Ric was taken back to the
van and with some heavy rope was secured wrist and ankles stretched out along
one side of the van on the floor. A simple piss gag and funnel were fitted so
that Ric was available whenever Steve needed relief, so much more civilised
than pissing in the street by the van. Steve then unzipped the front of Ric’s
overalls and roped tightly round Ric’s cock and balls securing the other end to
the side of the van, making any movement very limited and potentially painful.
Steve said he was off to the pub for the rest of the evening with the lads and
promised to bring some beer back for his victim.
From Ric’s viewpoint he was seriously
aroused, the bondage was secure and resisted all his attempts to escape, and
this young thug was going to humiliate and abuse him later. He had no thoughts
about the next few days, thinking only about the evening and his good fortune
at meeting Steve earlier. Closing time approached and Steve and a few of the
other lads decided it was time for bed, left the pub and were ambling back to
the seafront to the van and the various bed and breakfast houses. Steve climbed
into his hammock without saying anything to Ric and all was set for a nights
sleep.
Steve seemed to sleep soundly but Ric
only got short doses till he moved and the pain of the rope round his balls
brought him back awake in an instant. He was also woken several times when all
of a sudden his mouth was filling up with what Steve needed to unload! Just after the second filling Ric said he
needed to go, Steve just grunted and said “well go then, I don’t care if you
lie in it all night” So Ric did and did, and suffered a little more when his
damp overalls turned colder, but that was part of the deal and it made Ric
seriously horny that this young fit skin didn’t give a fuck about Ric’s
situation so long as he was there for him when he needed it, and if he was
frustrated or uncomfortable so much the better.
The small alarm clock went off at six
o’clock and slowly Steve rolled out of the hammock, had a good stretch and
scratch of his balls, used the funnel again and then got dressed. No washing or
shaving, just stepped into his boots and demanded that they were licked clean,
which Ric struggled to achieve as the bondage was so restrictive, but did get
both boots licked clear of dust, sand and mud then Steve left for work without
saying anything else. Ric had been expecting release and was begining to feel a
little worried, but on the plus side he was still seriously horny and Steve
seemed to be rational.
The van was opened again a little after
eight o’clock and Steve was munching on a bacon and egg baggette for his
breakfast. After downing his tea Steve’s next concern was getting a blow job,
or more accurately getting the chance to fuck this piece-of-shite’s face before
the main work of the day started. Ric’s arms were released from the floor of
the van and refastened so that Ric was sitting with his arms stretched above
his head, tightly. The gag was removed and Steve had his way. Pug appeared
halfway through this and thought that he might like some of the same, he was
much more brutal than Steve and it was more than facefucking, a case of face
rape.
Ric continued to find this whole thing
very arousing, having no choice but to be used and abused whatever way these
two wanted. When both were satisfied Pug produced a bacon baggette for Ric and
fed it to him bite by bite during which Steve repeated some of Ric’s comments
from last night’s supper and confirmed that Ric had nothing he had to do that
day, so, checking that Ric’s cock was in agreement Steve said that clearly Ric
needed more of the same, so he was going to continue to be the guest of this
nice comfortable van for the rest of the day, but with a little more restraint
so that there would be no risk of Ric “falling over or out of the van! Ric was left in the sitting position and the
ropes holding his ankles together were loosened and refastened this time
keeping his legs as far apart as possible. His overalls were opened and some
vicious tit clamps were applied, Ric yelped at that which was perfect timing as
Steve then reinserted the gag with the funnel attached. The two labourers
locked and left the van...
