The Bristol Story

 I'm in a detached house in Bristol.
Invited here by a man in his sixties, contacted via the internet. He advertised for "models", age and looks immaterial, for specialist photo sessions. He tells me that he is commissioned to supply specific photo's to his clients detailed instructions.
I have confessed that I am interested in offering my bottom to men - for both spanking and for anal sex. He has said that he has several "commissions" and needs a male model with a "plump arse" for a "hard core spanking session" involving very elderly men. In addition to spanking, if I consent, they will use a selection of canes spanking paddles and riding crops on my bottom.
He has told me that there will be at least two men, probably both over 70 years old. And that "hard core" spanking sessions usually include sex play. After all, when I'm nude and on my knees with my bare arse in the air, everything else will be "on offer". He has asked what I would do if the men insist that I "perform" anal sex acts to entertain them between spankings. I have confessed that that forms part of my fantasies, and that I will consent. He has told me that they will probably ask me to consent to buggery. Not just by the elderly men but, if my bottom is particularly pretty, by him as well. So before the session I must shave between my legs, so that my sex is available for inspection.
I have willingly volunteered my arse and now have turned up at the address given for the session.
The man himself is in his sixties, large and heavily built and very very assertive.
He has told me to go to the bathroom and strip then put on the "costume" left there for me; that I am to ensure that I have thoroughly shaved between my legs, so that I’m fully on display; that I am to come back downstairs so that he can take me to the studio, where other men are waiting for me.
He has made me turn and show my bottom. He has stroked me, told me that it looks very suitable indeed. Asked me to confirm that I am prepared to strip and pose nude and to have my bottom spanked and caned and "played with" on camera. I have of course said yes. I am standing at the foot of the staircase being given these instructions while he looks at my arse in my tight jeans.
I go up the stairs - watched appreciatively all the way. The bathroom is in front of me and I go in and shut the door and lock it. The costume in the bathroom is simply a selection of cold black leather straps and a pair of spanking panties. I lay the straps out - four for my wrists and ankles, a broad black leather cinch belt for my waist, and a strap for my throat. Each has a silver metal ring in it so that I can be tied up.
There is a shower - I strip and get in it, nicely erect and very aroused. I wash thoroughly, paying special attention to my bottom and my anus.
I dry myself cursorily, and then put the cold straps on, nice and tight. I position the ring on the belt at the front so that I can be tied up with my bottom available, the ring on the wrist and ankle straps to the outside, and the throat strap at the rear.
The panties are black latex - a pouch for my cock and balls, a thin strap round my waist and between my bare arse cheeks. The crotch strap is stiff - with the juice of the previous wearer. I wonder what he was made to do in it! I put them on and pull them up tight, and tuck the waist strap beneath the leather cinch belt.
I have a long look at myself in the mirror. I know that I really look the part.
At the front the straps cut deep in to my belly and my soft white skin. My cock is hard, my foreskin pulled back so its rubbing on the pouch.
The cinch belt is very high - round the slimmest part of me, and very very tight so that I cannot help bulging over it which accentuates the way the black leather cuts in to my soft white flesh and looks very pretty.
The rear view is prettier – my arse is bare, and the skin is soft and plump and round and nude!
When I open my legs the crotch strap of the panties only runs across my anus, and cuts in to my pink anal lips and the surrounding brown anal flesh. My crotch and the lips and rim of my pretty anus - which I neatly and completely shaved yesterday - are fully exposed and will be completely on offer to the men and to the camera.
The thought of stripping, to this, in front of several elderly men, makes me moan with excitement. The knowledge that when I open my legs I will show them my boy cunt. And of course the thought of being spanked, hard. I was not sure that I wanted to be hurt. Now I know that I deserve to be. In fact I want to be not just spanked but whipped - I now know how much I want it! And the other deliciously naughty thought, that the photographer may have a very big thick cock and want to force it slowly up my lovely tight anus while other men watch, makes me wriggle with delight.
There is a short black robe on the hook behind the door. It only just covers my bottom - I look at my rear view and have to laugh at the wave of lust and, to my surprise, sadistic pleasure. I know that as a man if I was faced with the piece of man cunt I can see in the mirror I would want to have him not just whipped but cruelly used, and can see myself for what I am - a piece of very desirable meat.
There is one last task - I take the tube of sex lubricant and smear some on my index finger and rub it on to my anal lips - holding the panty strap to one side. Then I slide my finger carefully into my sex, and finger fuck myself, watching my lips move in and out with my finger as I fuck and grease my hole. The sensation is very enjoyable - pain mixed with longing for more! I sob out loud as my fingers slide in and out, at the lovely pain. I decide not to open my sex too much - I'm sure that my lovers will want me tight so that they can force me open. The thought of having a man's cock in my anus makes me cry out with pleasure.
I leave the relative safety of the bathroom and carefully walk down the stairs to the hall. There are muffled voices behind the door to the right of the front door (which is curtained). I knock and wait. My bare feet itch on the thin blue carpet.
Come in, says a man. I enter the room. An ordinary suburban living room, except for the powerful photographic lights pointed at two hard backed chairs near the far wall. There are three armchairs facing the chair (backs to me). Each is clearly occupied. By the right hand wall is a table - with a number of implements on it. I can make out several riding crops and canes, some straps and ropes, and a number of dildos. I have to stifle a moan as I look at the punishment implements waiting to be used on me. And in me.
Next to the table is a tripod and camera. The lights are between the chairs.
The man who met me is standing by the camera. He looks at me but the men in the armchairs don't look round or speak.
Come here bitch, says the photographer, sternly. I would laugh but the tone is serious. Come and stand in front of the camera.
As I walk over to the chair I realise the lovely trick, a lovely cruel deception - with me as the pretty victim. The base of one of the chairs has been removed and replaced by a wooden cross piece, in the center of which is a wooden replica penis - at least ten inches long and perhaps an inch and a half across, sticking right up. For me to sit on.
The other chair is identical - except that there is no dildo in the base. But this one has ropes attached to the chair legs, and a length of chain hooked over the back.
It is very plain that they intend to torture me, that my sex session will be very cruel indeed.
I cry out - but manage to muffle my cry. As I get next to the line of armchairs the men look at me. All three are fully dressed, and as far as I can tell elderly. It is difficult to see them against the photographic lights.
I stand by the chair and turn to face my tormentor. He laughs. Hello again darling, he says. He turns and picks up a whip from the table. As you've probably gathered by now we've got you here rather on false presences. I'm not going to waste a lot of valuable time telling you what we're going to do because I think you can probably guess by now.
I moan out loud with fear and pleasure.
You're going to put on a private show for my guests. Please bear in mind that they've paid for the pleasure. You're going to be made to give them their money's worth. Can you imagine what £500 will buy?
I moan – he’s obviously expecting an answer. I whisper, no sir.
Lets put it this way…you’re going to be here for the rest of the weekend, and you’re not leaving until we’ve finished with you. Oh, and you don’t say no to anything. And I mean anything. Is that clear?
I whisper yes sir, nod my head.
Turn round and show them your pretty arse.
I turn and stand while they ogle my bottom. There is a flash and a whirr as I am photographed from the rear. I look at the dildo on the chair, waiting for my cunny and my rectal meat. And the chains on the other chair.
Bend over and show it off.
I do as I'm told, feeling the robe ride up so that I'm completely bare arsed for them. I open my legs slightly and arch my back so that my bottom sticks out. Reach round and hold my thighs and then cup my bare bottom with both hands and wobble the soft bare flesh slightly. The camera whirrs - he takes three or four pictures of my bottom.
One of the men swears appreciatively - they discuss my arse. That does look a treat. What a fat arsed little tart you are darling. Christ yes. Look at that wobble. They laugh and I moan with pleasure at my exhibitionism. My big bare bottom feels cold and oh so bare for them and I know that my crotch is on view. One of them says that I’m a torture bitch, very suitable for some very very hard core sex.
They tell me to slap myself lightly so that I wobble and bounce - I do it as prettily as I can. One of them comments about the strap cutting across my cunt lips, and tells me to pull it tight so he can see the lips of my cunny - I pull the panties up and feel them rubbing on my fuck lips. He tells me I have a pretty cunt - I moan with shame and delight. The photographer tells me to point my "lovely fat arse" towards the camera and open my legs - I show my tightly split cunt to him and he takes a picture then tells me to look at him - open mouthed "as if I was about to suck cock." I do and my face is photographed as well as my sex. He says I have a pretty quim, and that he's going to make me show it off. Another says he likes my cunny lips, that he lips to see protruding anal lips which can be clipped and pierced and pulled apart.
He makes me stand upright and strip. I take off the robe, still with my back to them, and hold it - one of the men - tall and grey and quite fat, gets up and takes it from me. I stand looking at him as he looked me up and down and then he steps closer and stands and strokes my chest and belly and hip and cups my bottom with his right hand. He strokes and then slaps me several times, gently, to make me bounce and wobble even more. He has a moustache and grey hair, thick horn rimmed glasses - looks like a teacher. He's fully dressed in slacks and a blue shirt and smells of cigarettes. He looks me in the face - you're a pretty piece of quim, he says in a calm, ordinary voice.
I like plump arsed quim. I like watching boys like you taking it up the arse and bouncing and wobbling while you fuck on a spike. I’d like to torture you. I’d really like to torture you in private. He starts to whisper in my ear. I’d really like to fist you. How would you like that you piece of cunt……he whispers obscenities to me while he strokes and pinches my bare bottom.
Turn round bitch, he says. I turn to face my audience. I can feel him moving the two chairs behind me but can't work out which one is now which. He stands right next to me and strokes my bottom. Says in my ear stand nice and still bitch. And don't look round. You'll spoil the surprise. The other three men laugh.
I know what's coming. He strokes my belly and my chest, pinches my nipples hard so I cry out. His right hand goes down between my legs to my cunt, he pulls the panty strap to one side and rubs my anal lips, hard, sliding his finger in to me, and finger fucks me. I moan. You like that do you, cunt bitch, he asks. You like fuck games do you? I turn helplessly, open mouthed and he french kisses my open mouth, slobbering wetly and tonguing me while he gropes my arse. He kisses me and pulls and stretches and plays with the lips of my anus and finger fucks me. I want to rape you, he says. I’m going to rape you darling. I promise I’m going to be very cruel to you.
Sex with an elderly sadist...
The man who procured me speaks. Turn him round so we can all have a good look at that - I'm pulled round and bend over and open my legs so that they can watch my violation. My mouth tastes of tobacco, wet with his saliva from the french kiss, and I moan as he pulls and starts to probe me, pulling me open and showing me to his friends.
He speaks to me - through gritted teeth, suddenly aggressive and cruel. Each line is punctuated by his fingers being forced in to my rectum and belly,
Do you know, I can't decide whether to I want you whipped or raped darling. So we're going to do both. First you're going to sit down in one of our chairs - you'll either get an eight inch dildo up your arse or if you get the ordinary chair we'll tie you up nice and tight and whip your belly and cock.
I cry out - helplessly. He laughs. You've probably guessed we're not going to stop at spanking and fucking you. I'm afraid this is just the start. We're going to torture you - for most of the evening. And you'll stay here for the rest of the weekend. You're going to star in quite a few photos and naughty videos. Very hard core videos. And get lots of cock and fists and tools up your nice tight cunt.
One of the others laughs. And get very very fucked. The others laugh and I moan out loud.
Stand up. You didn't really think I'd go to all this trouble just to spank that lovely fat arse of yours did you? I moan with pleasure at the realisation of my darkest fantasies. Anal rape with an audience of elderly sadists.
The man who has kissed and groped me moves round behind me.
Come on bitch, he suddenly says. You start doing as you're told or you'll get your arse whipped raw. SIT DOWN, now.
I face the other men. One of the men in the chairs has his penis out and is wanking - so, I realise, is the photographer. The camera clicks as I sit. They laugh as I reach round and find the tip of the rape implement and cry out in pleasure and fear at my imminent sodomy. I am to be buggered. I moan out loud, oh no, and they laugh at me.
They sit and watch intently as I pull my spanking panty strap to one side and hold my anal lips and guide my sex to the implement. Then the only sound is my sobbing and begging as I reach around and hold my arse apart around the head of the implement and gently rub it against my inner lips and press and feel it split and violate my cunt.
I can feel the man behind me watching my sex, enjoying my rear view. I turn to look at him - he is bent over, examining and enjoying my anus. He looks at me. Sit down quim bitch. Come on you fucking lovely bitch. Fuck that lovely fat white bottom. Come on you bitch. Fuck your quim.
I look at them - four men watching me intently as I fuck. As I watch the man who procured me drops his trousers completely and starts wanking hard- I look longingly at his lovely thick short cock.
I cry out as I'm penetrated and then sob and wriggle as I fuck. The others start to undress or take cocks out of zips. They start to wank as they watch me. I fuck gently up and down on the first few inches of the implement sobbing in the initial fuck agony, but as my wank lips stretch I start to moan with pleasure and pain and to enjoy the fuck agony. But more so the reaction of my audience. They sit or stand in silence and wank. I look from penis to penis - four penises, in various states of erection all over me. All for my mouth and cunny and bottom. I look round at the man who kissed me - he is bent over, wanking and enjoying the sight of my fucked bottom in delicious close up. I bend forward and stretch my cunt lips to show off my fuck play.

I feel utterly shameless. I moan out loud, one of the men says yes darling and laughs. Come on darling, he says, tell me how you feel. Lets have some lovely obscene language from you... Oh god, I moan. Oh god I'm fucked....they laugh. My wank meat is so fucked, my wanky cunny meat, so cunny fucked. The crude language seems to really excite all of them - certainly the pace of the wanking increases. I look one of them in the face. Please, I whisper, looking at this face then his erect cock. Please fuck me. Please rape me. Please rape and torture me. Please...
One of them laughs. Oh we will darling, we will.
I look down at my chest and belly and the tight black strap round my waist and my thighs. And hold my arse and fuck my own anus, deeper and deeper. I can feel the implement inside me now that the initial agony as my lips are stretched wears off, feel the pressure of the fucking in my rectum and belly, the private pain of buggery.
Pull your balls up, one of the men says - gutterally as he's wanking hard at the sight of me and looking at my crotch. I obey so that he can see my arse cheeks and the implement sliding in and out of me. It makes me sit back so that I take at least five inches of rape instrument in my wet love meat - I feel it sliding deep inside, stretching my rectum and pushing my fuck lips up.. Christ, he says. Look at you fuck. One of the others turns and laughs. What a fucking little tart. You really are a little cock bitch aren't you?
I moan and wriggle on the dildo in my straps for my audience, taking the implement deeper, taking as much fuck as I can, feeling my lovely fat arse brushing the sides of the base of the chair as I'm impaled, my thighs burning as I try to stand or half stand, sobbing in love agony.
Abruptly one of the men stands and crosses to me - unfastening his trousers. He reaches out to stroke my chest and face. Then he drops his trousers and turns cock in hand - so it is by my open mouth. I turn and take a mouthful of his penis, slurping and sucking the purple head and licking his lovely thick foreskin with real passion - still fucked and wriggling on the cunny dildo. He smears his pre come over my face. I suck avidly on his lovely hard penis, savouring the rubbery taste of fuck flesh, wanting him up my arse, loving my new role as a fuck bitch, a cock receptacle.
I know that they want more wanky talk - I sob through my mouthful of cock. Please, oh yes, I've got such a fucked wanky, such a lot of cock and dildo in my love meat, oh, I want cock and dildo and fucky..
The photographer looks at the other men. Lets have some really hard anal shots darling, he says to me. The men laugh in agreement.
He says to me. I think you just signed up for an anal gang bang darling. I cry out. A four man anal gang bang... I know that I'm going to be fucked by all four of them now.
One of the other men gets up and takes off his clothes - I watch him, still with a cock in my mouth. He waddles across to the chair. He is not just old but grossly fat, and naked. He pulls me up by the hair. I cry out as the implement slides out of my wet sex hole, with a lovely slurping sound. He turns me round and pushes me over the back of the chair. I bend over, a lovely taste of fresh cock still in my mouth.
To be faced by the extremely large stiff cock of the man behind me - which is put straight in to my eager open mouth, so I suck it avidly and deeply.

Open your legs darling. Show us everything. I spread my legs and offer them my freshly fucked and greased and shaved cunny. I look round - as far as I can with my mouth so full - at them wanking over me, at my lover standing just behind and bending to examine my anus in detail. I am utterly on display - my wet red freshly fucked meat on offer, my legs splayed. Ready for full unprotected anal sex.
I know what is to happen, I feel him fumbling for his cock and he shuffles up close to me and I feel his hand and then his lovely cock as he rubs it on my bare arse.
He steps back and to one side, then brings his hand down as hard as he can on my soft arse cheek, with a loud crack followed by my cry and sob of pain. He does it again, with a deliberate pause so that it hurts me as much as possible. I half turn with my mouth full of cock, sobbing and trying to beg for mercy, and he hits me again. I can't take it and my lovers cock slides out of my mouth and I moan, please, no please.
The photographer laughs and turns to the table and picks up a riding crop and hands it to him. Shut up you fucking bitch, he says sharply. Use your mouth for cock sucking and fuck talk. Nothing else. And the fat man takes the crop and uses it this time across both my buttocks.
The stinging burning pain is intense, and I cry and sob, but this time with a big purple cock in my mouth and on my lips as I wriggle and try to escape. They force me to move across to the other chair and tie me - tightly, painfully tightly, to it by my ankles and throat.
Then he thrashes my arse and thighs. So many times that I lose count - more than twenty. All I can do is sob and beg for mercy until eventually he stops, exhausted, so that my whipped red arse can be photographed.
One of them explains - I will be brutally whipped, then violated, then whipped, then violated - until they have had enough of me. They will untie me to be fucked, tie me up again for the whip. But now its time to be fucked. So he unties my ankles and throat, but makes me bend over on the chair again, legs spread.
He steps over to me and unclips my panties. And he pushes against me and I co operate and move back and open my legs and he fucks me. He has full unprotected anal sex with me. I hold the chair and he holds my belly . I'm fucked by a man for the first time. My gang rape begins. I'm fucked in the throat and rectum simultaneously.
Another rises and stands next to the first man - whose cock is now back in my mouth. I turn and he too fills my mouth with cock simultaneously. I buck and writhe as they both fuck me. The camera clicks and the lights flash. I am in ecstacy. I turn from cock to cock, sucking both men, trying to get both cocks in my mouth as I'm buggered. I'm photographed in my love harness with three old men fucking my cunt and mouth with their penises. The cock up my arse sliding in and out so I can feel it on my cunt lips and in my belly, his hands on my arse and hips as he fucks me, grunting and moaning with pleasure at my tight wet cunt. I turn and beg him to come in me. I desperately want his sperm. I turn back to a mouthful of lovely pink and red and purple penises.
He arches and shouts and fucks deep and hard in to my cunt, his thighs against my bare arse as he comes - my first anal lover - comes in to my rectum. He pulls out and smears come and shit across my lovely bottom. They make me spread my legs for the camera: they tell me that they want lots of "come shots". I reach round and show off my violated cunt, sperm on my fingers and arse and thighs. They make me lick my fingers
They make me pose, sperm dribbling out of my fucked anus, looking at the camera with his spermy penis in my open mouth. The others wank over me.
Then one of them shuffles round behind me and fucks me - hard.
I'm bounced backwards and forwards on the chair as he fucks me. The others watch as I sob and writhe and wriggle as he fucks.
Then he withdraws and goes to the table, picks up a bamboo cane.
They make me beg for it - I do. They tie my ankles to the chair legs and my throat to the neck chain, and another man uses it across my already whipped arse twelve times. Very hard. So that I sob and cry and beg for mercy. This time, when he stops caning me, he doesn't untie me, just fucks me as I am, tied to the chair, a frantic buggering that ends with him coming in to my anus.
The sex becomes a blur, of cocks and fingers and dildos and tongues in my mouth and anus.
They stop. I’m still tied helplessly to the chair, bent over with my arse in the air, still harnessed and with my legs spread, gaping from my anal fucking.
One of them slaps my face. We’re going to take some nice pictures now, he says. He looks and one of the others and nods. I turn and see him pick up a baseball bat – he walks towards me, and takes it in both hands, blunt end first. I wonder if he’s going to hit me – but instead he pushes it against my anus. It is at least 4 inches across, but I can feel it enter me and my anal lips stretch to their absolute limits as he fucks me with it – I cry out and shout and sob, as he pushes it in. The blunt agony inside makes me scream – they laugh, and he pulls the tool out and rams it back in to fuck me. Then he lets go of it, and tells me to hold it inside my anus with my cunt lips – the agony of the tool combines with the agony of my stretched muscles.
They photograph me as they push it deeper in to me – they have to move it up and down and lever me apart to penetrate my rectum, but they ignore my sobs and pleas. After a few minutes I realise that I have at least a foot of the baseball bat up my arse. Then they take it in turns to hit me and wank over me. One of them pisses over my bottom and the bat, so that the piss runs down my legs, then he comes to my face and pisses in my open mouth, making me swallow. The piss is hot and very salt, and makes me gag – he puts his flaccid cock in to my mouth to make sure I drink all the piss. Some of it dribbles down my chin, and he swears because of the mess on the carpet, and tells me I will be whipped for making a mess.
So I am whipped again, this time with a black riding crop, with the baseball bat still rammed in to my belly. They have to whip me vertically down each arse cheek, and I lose count of the blows and sob and cry with pain.
After some time the bat is slowly – very slowly – pulled out of me. The pulling out is an exquisite torment, they make sure that I suffer and sob and beg helplessly for mercy as they remove the tool: though after each inch or two I’m brutally fucked, in and out with it. When it is removed they photograph my gaping meat, while I am forced to lick my shit and fuck juices from the implement until it is clean.
They make me stand, a lead is clipped to my throat strap, and I am led to a door which leads to the cellar. I am told. I have been fucked. Very fucked. Now it is time to be tortured.

(c) Ian C