A Few Days At The Seaside - Pt 1

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...