Bullying a bully

I never liked the guy across the road, too smooth and two-faced for my

liking. Any time we met he would make "Good-natured" jokes referring to

my being gay, but I knew for a fact that he was bad mouthing me in the

local pub about guys calling at my house. Worse, I also knew that he

frequently beat the shit out of his wife, a nice friendly girl about half

his weight. Sometimes I thought of waiting for him some dark night and

beating him to a pulp, other times I fantasised about getting him into

the little playroom I had built up in the space over the garage. It was

nothing too sophisticated but it served my needs and the needs of the

guys who visited me. The great thing about my playroom was no one knew it

was there. It was a simple storeroom the same as everyone else's in the

street, but I had raised the ceiling and sound-proofed it, so I could

basically do what I wanted without disturbing anyone.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't obsessed about the guy, Scott he was called,

all gym muscles, gold earring and blonde tips, it was just sometimes when

I saw him playing up and posing to his mates, or when I saw his wife

wearing enough make-up to cover a new bruise I would get an urge to smack

him.

I was more than delighted when I heard that his wife finally left him;

although he put a brave face on things, saying he was well rid of her,

she was a rotten fuck, he had plenty of other women on tow, but I knew it

seriously damaged his ego that she left him.

As if that wasn't enough, I heard that he was being made redundant from

his job, I was as happy as a dog with two dicks. Again he smiled through

it and told anyone who would listen he was going to take his redundancy

pay, settle his bills for a couple of months and take off to tour Europe

for the summer before his wife got her hands on any of the money. As I

waited for him to go the fantasies really took over. What if I just gave

him a real beating then dumped him somewhere?   What if I robbed him and

spoiled his plans? But the best recurring dream was to kidnap him, hold

him long term and turn him into someone that he would hate to be.

Over the next three weeks I planned, plotted and prepared until the night

before he was due to leave. His car was packed and on the driveway and he

was going about checking the exterior of the house. I went over, wished

him bon voyage and promised to keep an eye on the house. I then invited

him over for a last beer before he went to bed. He came over; I poured

him a beer and dropped a tablet of the Rohypnol drug in it. I sat and

watched as he lost consciousness, then I took his keys, went over the

road after midnight and put his car back in the garage and locked up the

house. He would not be missed because everyone knew his intention was to

leave at first light. I returned home and looked at the pretty faced

muscle hunk lying on my couch. My toy for as long as I wanted to keep

him.

I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder and carried him to the

playroom and stripped him naked. He obviously shaved his chest and balls

but the dick and balls were a bit bigger than I expected, quite promising

really. I had rigged up a 5ft by 7ft frame of scaffolding poles attached

at each corner to a pulley hoist. I laid him in the middle and fastened

his ankles and wrists to shackles and laid him flat on the floor and left

him to recover.

I had set up a bed in the corner of the room so I lay down and slept

until morning, wakened by the semi-conscious moaning of Scott slowly

rousing. I had constructed a zinc-lined box which covered all the floor

area around him, fitted a pipe leading to a drain and surrounded it with

plastic shower curtains, so I got a bowl of ice water and poured it over

his face to revive him. He came up spluttering and choking, then, when

his eyes focused and he realized his restraints he started screaming and

struggling. I ignored his shouting and slowly hoisted one end of the

frame so that he was upright. When I faced him he was literally foaming

at the mouth and screaming threats at me. I gave him one hard back-handed

slap as hard as I could across his face and he shut up for a few seconds.

While he was stunned I took a ball gag and fitted it in his mouth then I

began to explain why he was there. I told him the gag would stay in place

until he realized that making a noise was pointless, and that the sooner

it was removed the sooner he would be able to eat and drink.

I had long-term plans for him but I had short-term plans too. I brought

forward a table, approximately waist high, and put it in front of him. I

then released the pulley and let him drop forward by 45 degrees which

allowed his body to drape itself across the table. I then told him I was

going to fuck him. He started to screech into the gag but I ignored the

noise and told him that I didn't fancy him, and I didn't like him, that I

was fucking him not for pleasure but to degrade him and show him who was

boss. I positioned myself behind him, used a rough piece of rope to tie

him to the table and fasten his thighs to the table-legs, then, with the

minimum of lubricant I stuck my dick into his arse. For a second or two

he actually remained perfectly still then began to buck against me

fighting the pain. I held still then I put my hand across the back of his

neck holding him still and I continued. I withdrew and re-entered

continuously until I fired my spunk into his arse. It would be a good

point to the story to say that gradually he was turned on and was

eventually moaning with pleasure, but he didn't, he hated it, he hated me

and he hated himself for allowing himself to get into this mess.

When I finished he lay on the table livid with humiliation. I told him

that he had suffered that for the snide remarks he had made about me in

the past and that the next thing he would suffer was for the way he had

treated his wife. I picked up 2 yards of domestic electrical cable,

doubled it and brought it down with all my strength across his bare arse.

His body went rigid, he screamed long and high, then he collapsed across

the table and I immediately hit him again. He screamed again but I hit

him before he had time to gather his strength. Over the next hour I

continued with varying strength to work both buttocks, his back and his

thighs. He passed out after about 20 minutes but I just kept going until

my job was finished.

Over the next two days he slowly healed, I had worked his body in a way

to cause a lot of marks, a lot of pain but little damage. I had laid him

flat on his face on a rubber-covered mattress still attached to the

frame, I removed the gag and gave him a slim catheter tube through which

he could suck water. After two days of lying in his own piss he smelt

really rank so I drew the plastic curtains around him and hosed him down.

Since he hadn't eaten since I laid claim to him he was also ravenously

hungry. I made a stew with lots of meat and vegetables (I wanted to keep

his strength up) and mashed it up then took it into the room, letting him

smell it for a few minutes. I again draped him over the table and placed

a large flat plate under his face before explaining the rules to him. I

lifted a broad belt and explained that I would hit him hard across the

arse, which was still badly bruised and swollen, and if he didn't make a

noise I would put a small ladleful on his plate, a second strapping would

get him another ladleful and so on. I let him have a hard crack with the

belt and he bit his lip but remained silent. I put about 2 mouthfuls of

meat on his plate then hit him again. Again he gritted his teeth and made

no noise so he got more food. On the third lash he groaned so I took the

remainder of the food away and left him to grovel around the plate

gobbling the small amount of food he had gained. Later he told me he

needed a shit, I told him to go ahead. He decided he couldn't do it in

front of me and contrived to hold back (I don't think he realized how

long he was going to be there). The following day, when he still had done

nothing, I gave him an enema and watched him cry in shame as the shit ran

down his legs. I hosed him down while laughing at him and telling him

what a weak, worthless excuse for a man he was.

By this time I had returned to work, leaving him alone in the room for 9

hours each day with nothing but his carefully measured water bottle.

Sometimes I left him on his stomach, other times on his back.

Any time he showed any fight I would raise all corners of the frame

caused him to hang by his arms and legs. If this was done with him

face-downwards it would put strain on his shoulder sockets causing him to

scream eventually, especially when I added ball stretchers. I had stopped

using the gag except when I wanted a sleep, because I enjoyed hearing him

yelp. I decided, while he had fight left in him, that he needed more

lessons in who was in control. One day, while he was upright, I was

caressing his face, telling him what a pretty, fuckable boy he was

(although I hadn't fucked him again since the first day) and playing with

his dick, getting him hard but not finishing him off. When he was good

and angry, I deliberately put one finger in his mouth and, as expected,

he bit down on it, nearly going to the bone. I grabbed his ear and

twisted it causing him to scream and when his mouth was open I put in a

narrow steel bit and pushed it to the back of his mouth holding his teeth

apart. I secured the bit, bandaged my finger then fetched a pair of

pliers and extracted one of his teeth. He passed out with the pain so I

waited until he revived then explained that the next time he bit he would

lose 2 teeth, then 4 and so on.

After a week of the feeding routine he was able to get a full plateful of

food, taking 8 lashes of the strap without making a noise, so I decided

to move to stage 2. After beating him and filling his plate I got an

average sized dildo and stuck it into his arse. I explained to him that

if the dildo fell out before he finished eating then the plate would be

taken away from him. Of course he had never learned to use muscle control

in his arse , so after about 2 mouthsful of food the dildo fell to the

floor. I removed the plate and he didn't get properly fed that day.

Over the next few days he realized that he couldn't concentrate on eating

the food without letting the dildo go so he gradually learned to grab a

mouthful of stew then contract his muscles as the dildo slipped and draw

it back inside him. He would chew his food, swallow, then grab another

mouthful and repeat the process of keeping the dildo inside his arse.

After a week I upped the size of the dildo, just a little thicker, a

little longer, and at the same time I decided to stop the beatings for

food routine. His back and legs had healed from the original whipping but

his arse was still badly bruised from daily beltings. I brought the food

in the next day and placed the plate in front of him and for the first

time I noticed that he raised his arse ready for his beating. I knew then

that the training was beginning to work.

I stopped the automatic beatings, deciding that infrequent unexpected

attacks would be more effective. I also decided that he needed exercise,

so the next day I laid him flat and after placing a restraint across his

waist I released his legs and allowed him to move them around. After a

time I fastened weights around his ankles and let him get some strength

back into his leg muscles. The following day, similarly restrained I

released his hands and gave him some hand weights. On both occasions he

meekly allowed me to restrain him again after the exercises were

finished. >From then he exercised his arms and legs on alternate days.

I felt it was time to move forward to sex training. The next day I placed

him on the table and again I fucked him. This time I took more time with

him, after all the dildos had done their work in opening him up. I played

with his nipples a lot, then I started to pull on his dick. He clearly

didn't want it to happen but I definitely got a response. Other than a

couple of wet dreams while he slept he hadn't cum since I took him

captive and he was definitely feeling horney. I shot my load into him and

I knew by his eyes that he was sorry I had stopped playing with him.

I stopped his water for a few days and reduced the amount of liquid in

his food, I wanted him thirsty. I laid him flat then I lay on a frame I

placed over him and attached the water tube to my dick so that it hung

about 2 cm from his mouth and allowed him to drink the water as it run

off the end of my dick. At first he refused to open his mouth but was

unable to resist the cold water dribbling on his lips. After allowing him

to drink like this for a few days I started swaying my dick slightly so

that the water missed his mouth. The only way he could ensure getting

water was to reach up, take the head of my dick in his mouth and stop it

swaying. Again, after 3-4 days of this he was accepting it naturally so I

reduced the flow of water so that it had to be sucked out. He then had to

take my dick in his mouth and suck in order to get a drink. By this time

he was so desperate it only took him one day to adapt to this. Finally,

one day as he sucked for liquid I released my piss and dribbled it along

with the water. He gagged for a few seconds when he realized what was

happening then continued to suck as normal.

Each evening, when I returned from work, I would treat him differently.

One night when hosing him down (he now pissed and shit on requirement,

like an animal) I took a close look at him. His head and body hair had

grown considerably in his time of confinement so I fetched a basin of hot

water and sponged him down properly, (despite the daily hosing he now

smelt terrible) then I cut his hair to a regulation N02. cut removing the

last of the blonde tips then I trimmed his beard. He looked better than

he had in years, his body hair was returning too. I knew how to make him

look even better: I fitted nipple pumps and when his nips were large and

proud I took a clean needle and pierced both. I searched downstairs and

found the .10gauge bars I had had fitted when my nipples were first

pierced and inserted them into him. Suddenly he looked like someone I

would want to have sex with. I went behind him and fucked him while

playing with his raw and bleeding nipples. When I got near to my

conclusion I grabbed his dick and wanked on it hard. As I fired my juice

up his arse he had his first conscious climax while in my care. He had

learned the extra joy of coming with a dick inside him. The next night I

took a fine cane and gave him 12 lashes across his legs then laid out his

food, stuck a bigger still dildo in his arse and let him eat. I never

spoke to him once while doing this. .

Over the next week or so I fucked with his body and his mind. When he was

drinking his water while sucking on my dick I took to pushing into his

mouth and face fucking him: he never stopped drinking and took to getting

a hard-on when I did it. One night, after feeding him well and giving him

a good fucking while tossing him off I stood him upright. I fetched a

pair of handcuffs then undid one of his wrists. He automatically placed

his arm behind his back. I took a chance and released his other arm and

he stood patiently, head down and hands behind his back awaiting my

attention. I cuffed him then I fetched a rope tied at one end in a noose.

I placed it around his neck then tied the other end to a hook on the

cross-beam leaving about 12" of slack. I fitted him with a parachute ball

stretcher and added enough weight to cause pain without damage, then I

placed a blindfold over his head followed by a black velvet bag. I then

told him that he had the choice to end his misery if he wanted, all he

had to do was bend his legs and let his neck take the strain. I then

silently removed the knotted rope from the hook and draped the rope

across it instead and went to bed.

I didn't let him know I checked in on him in the morning, I just looked

around the door and saw him standing, shaking and went to work. When I

returned that evening I found him still there, shivering, mumbling and

scared. I removed the bag and blindfold and when his eyes became

accustomed to the light I showed him that he had been in no danger of

strangling himself; he just collapsed against me.

Another night, while he was shackled I again placed the bag over his head

and left him standing overnight. In the morning I entered as silently as

possible and ground my lit cigarette into the base of his spine, much

more effective than the arse, I find since it is less fleshy.

By now I was using a massive 9" by 7"dia dildo on him, which he was

taking quite easily. A few evenings later I had given him a whipping with

a riding crop then I prepared his dinner. I spooned it out in front of

him and he just looked at it then looked into my face. I thought at first

that he was considering a hunger strike, then I realised he had no dildo

in his arse. He was waiting until I had completed his training before

eating. I knew he was ready for more.

I got a large jar of Vaseline then I sat in front of him cutting my nails

very short. He looked really confused, still not eating, with no idea

what I had in mind. I went behind him and began to grease his hole well,

and started to push my fingers into him. At first he moved with me, but

eventually the penny dropped and he realised what I was going to do and

pulled away, looking round with absolute terror in his eyes. I wrapped my

other arm around his waist and continued to push, grouping my fingers

tightly together and pushing until my knuckles passed through his

sphincter. I held him still with his hole tight around my wrist then I

slowly balled my hand watching him struggle, listening to him scream.

Again I waited then I slowly pushed forward into his arse. He kept

screaming in agony but I became aware that he was actually pushing back

against me. I took me other hand off his waist and just worked his arse,

pushing, turning, pulling, until he could stand it no more and he fired a

load of cum across the mattress underneath him.

I narrowed my hand again and carefully withdrew. I stood him up,

unfastened his hands then kicked him behind his knees knocking him down

onto the mattress and ordered him to clean up the mess. He looked

confused, unsure what to use, so I grabbed his neck and pushed him

face-first into his cum and he meekly licked it up.

When he finished he rose up on his knees again and I decided to finish

the session properly. My dick was still raging hard so I held it in front

of his face; he opened his mouth and I fucked it until I shot my load

into it. He swallowed the lot without being told, and when I finished I

re-fastened his wrists to the frame, draped him over the table, put the

cold stew in front of him and he calmly ate it.

By now his spirit was totally broken, I had talked to him about the best

way to kill him when I had finished playing with him and he even seemed

to have accepted that as his fate. Other times I would talk of releasing

him, he showed no great enthusiasm then either.

His body had started to lose its tightness so I started releasing his

hands and positioning him on the mattress so he could either do sit-ups

or press-ups each night. I also gave him heavier weights. His routine

each night was now a hose-down or wash followed by exercises. If I felt

like fucking him I did, if I felt like punishing him I would, then the

dildo and dinner.

Whenever I released his hands I would do so from behind and was always

ready for an attack, but one night I stood in front of him as I opened

his shackles and he just lowered his arms, rubbed his wrists and awaited

my next move. I gently touched his face and caressed it; he lifted his

right hand and did the same to me. Still I was primed for him to lash out

but he just looked into my eyes with fear, hunger and lust.

The next day was Sunday so I made a proper three course dinner. I put the

table in front of him and loosened his hands. I brought in a wooden stool

with a dildo stuck to the seat and placed it behind him, he sat on the

dildo, I sat opposite him and he ate his first proper meal in six weeks,

I even gave him a knife and fork. When we finished eating I stood up and

removed my stool and the table and as I stepped in front of him he gently

took my cock in his hand. I stood still while he worked my meat then he

fell to his knees and swallowed my hard-on right past his throat. He

sucked on me as I worked it in and out. I pulled it out of his mouth and

lifted it high so he could work on my balls, taking them individually

into his mouth and washing them with his tongue. I drew back, turned

round and presented my sweaty arse hole. He didn't pause, pulling my

cheeks apart and sticking his tongue into my dirty hole and sucked on the

rim of my arsehole. When he had me feeling properly cleaned I turned and

gave him my cock again. He sucked on my meat with renewed ferocity,

taking the whole 7 1/2 inches then drawing back to work on my throbbing

head. I had to admit, the boy was good, better than some who had sucked

for years. All the time he was doing me, tears were flowing down his face

, I could hold back no longer and I let him have my spawn.

When he finished he knelt before me, his body racked with sobbing, I

pulled him to his feet and told him to tell me why he was crying.

"Well, all my life I've treated everyone like shit, my family, my wife,

my friends, but you have shown me I'm less than shit, I'm a worthless

fuckbag born to clean arse and suck dick. I hate what I am but I am

thankful that you have shown me what I should be"

I stood him up, arms still free and said "Show me you have learned your

place". I went to the cupboard and brought out a plaited leather whip,

6ft in length and I showed it to him. His eyes showed terror but he

didn't look away. I ordered him to raise his arms above his head and when

he did I stood back and swung the whip a few times for him to hear it

crack. I lashed him across the middle of his back and his whole body

tensed. I hit him again curling it around his middle and he didn't move.

To be honest I could have hit him a lot harder but I just wanted to see

if he would accept the pain, but I did give him 10 painful lashes. I

stepped behind him and told him to touch his toes then I fucked him as

hard and roughly as I ever fucked anyone. When I finished I looked him in

the face and said "You finally know your place", I unlocked his feet and

left the room.

I had rigged up a camera in the room some time before so that I could

film my sessions so I was able to watch his reactions after I left him.

He paced the room for ages trying to think what to do, several times he

approached the door and put his hand towards the handle but each time he

withdrew and walked away. Finally he lay down on the dirty mattress,

curled into a foetal position and went to sleep.

I decided I would take the next day off work and watch him without his

knowing. I got up at my usual time and looked in on him when I was

dressed. I remembered I hadn't given him any water the night before so I

just took a jug full and a glass into him and left.

I observed him from my sitting room as he settled into his first day of

semi freedom. Firstly he went to the hose and drew the curtains around

himself and washed himself down, then he thoroughly cleaned the mattress.

He went around the room tidying up and straightening things up then,

having run out of things to do he sat down and waited. That evening I

undressed and went in at my usual time. He scrambled to his feet and

stood before me, head bowed. I took a short whip and gave him 6 lashes

for touching things in the room without being told then I made dinner.

Again I put it on the table and gave him the seat with the dildo. I

noticed that he had not touched his water from the morning and asked him

why he wasn't drinking, he said that he only felt right drinking water

that ran down my cock. I ordered him to drink the water, now stale, from

the glass and then I hit him for presuming that if he waited I would let

him drink off my cock. He asked permission to clear the table away for me

and I said yes, and as he was lifting it and putting it in the corner he

casually asked "Will you kill me?" I said I hadn't decided which he

accepted as an answer.

For his last week in my house I allowed him to leave the room and have

the run of the house. I told him he was now my slave and as such he had

to keep the house clean, cook etc, which he accepted. The cooking bit

lasted for one meal; he couldn't cook shit if someone had dumped it in

the pan for him. I had taken the week off work to make the most of my new

slave and when I released him into the house I watched as he brushed,

washed and polished the house. He was naked except for a collar I had

bought him; I didn't even allow him shoes. He cooked some steaks with

vegetables only the steak was burnt black and the vegetables were raw. I

made him eat both lots then I took a riding crop to his arse and whipped

him til I drew blood. I then made him stand until the bleeding stopped

and he wouldn't mark the furniture, just under 5 hours.

At bed time I made him follow me to the toilet where I pissed into his

mouth then led him into the bedroom. I took a blanket out of the

cupboard, spread it on the floor and told him that was his bed, he

accepted that and lay down at the side of my bed. I went to bed and fell

into a deep sleep, wakening about 4.30 and feeling randy. I shouted at

him to get on the bed and I put him on his back, told him to raise his

legs and I fucked him. I forbade him to cum and kicked him on to the

floor and went back to sleep. For the next two days he cleaned before I

got up then followed me around like a pet dog. Eventually I told him if

he was going to behave like a pet dog he should do it on all fours. He

was my piss pot and my toilet paper.

On the third day I decided I had to show off my new acquisition so I

phoned 3 mates and invited them round for the evening. Scott heard me do

this but didn't know that one of them had worked beside him and knew most

of his friends. At 6 o'clock I told him to go shower and trim his beard

and make himself presentable. At about 7 o'clock my mates arrived, they

couldn't believe whom I had trained and were desperate to see how good he

was.

I told him to bring 4 beers and when he did I ordered him onto his knees.

I then told him to tell my guests why he was in my house and what he had

learned.

"I am here because my master realised that I needed training and was good

enough to take me under his wing. He has shown me that I am just a

worthless cocksucker fuck bag who deserves nothing but the worst yet he

has shown me kindness as well as firmness and has taught me the joy and

pleasure of sucking his cock and drinking his piss. He has shown me the

pleasure of being fucked by another man and he has taught me to enjoy the

pain of any beating that I deserve".

I ordered him to fetch a dildo and he crawled out of the room and up the

stairs. We heard him trying to crawl down backwards and when he came in

he had brought the biggest one I had. I then ordered him to show the men

how good an arse he had. He placed the dildo on the floor and sat back. I

took my dick out and offered it to his mouth and he sucked it into his

mouth to the hilt.

By this time the guys were climbing out of their clothes ready to join

the party. Before I came I withdrew and said that he should suck Steve,

the guy he had worked with, and I knew Steve had a dick that would choke

a horse, far bigger than anything he had in his mouth before. Steve

pulled his dick to get it hard and Scott looked at it as if figuring the

best way to tackle it. He crawled over to Steve's chair, keeping the

dildo in his arse and took the head of Steve's dick into his mouth, He

slid his way about half way down it a couple of times then he took it in

his hand and pointed it towards him and adjusted the angle of his head

then slipped his mouth all the way to Steve's pubes. I could see him gag

the first time, but he kept going sucking it in then sliding back, only

to take it again until his throat was open enough to accommodate it. I

went and got more beers and when I came back, Jake was pulling the dildo

out of Scott's arse and getting ready to ram his dick in. I said "Hard as

you like" and he took me at my word, it wasn't as much a fuck as a rape,

but Scott never let go of Steve's dick in his mouth. I just sat back and

watched as the guys got drunk, fucking his face and arse and slapping him

about. At one stage, Ray, the smallest in our group straddled Scott's

back and made him walk around the room on all fours. Knowing Ray's tastes

I said "Hey, boys, he has never fucked a guy before". Immediately Ray

shouted "I want his cherry", so we got him on his back and Ray greased

himself up and squatted down on Scott's pulsing dick. He fucked and

writhed while Jake and Steve held his arms and legs and Ray slid up and

down his shaft. It went on for ages and he looked at me with pleading

eyes. Eventually I realised what he wanted and I said "OK, you can cum" I

thought he would never stop climaxing, he was still shooting when Ray got

off him. Later, when everyone was resting Jake said he had to take a

piss, I clicked my fingers and pointed and Scott took Jake's dick into

his mouth and drank Jakes full beer-filled piss. This turned the other

two on so much they wanted to try it so he drank 3 loads in ten minutes.

That was enough to start the fucking all over again, with the help of a

little speed I had supplied to the boys. By the end of the night Scott's

arse was red raw and his lips were bloated. His face and body were red

from the slapping and punching he had taken; he looked a total mess lying

in the corner of the room.

At the end of the week I asked him how much money he had in his bank

account and he told me. I went to his house late at night and fetched his

chequebook and told him to write a cheque for half the amount in the name

of his wife, then I made him write another to me for a couple of hundred

pounds to cover his keep over the 2 months. He did both without question

then I told him that he was free to go.

He broke down crying and said that he didn't want to leave, that he

wanted to be my slave for the rest of his life. He would either be my 24

hour house slave or he would get a job and keep me. If I allowed him to

move in with me he could sell his house and give me the money. I just

looked at him with disgust, told him I didn't want his money and I didn't

want him, I waited until after midnight then I told him his clothes were

back in his own house, I gave him his keys and threw him out, naked.

I saw him 2 days later unloading his car as if he had just returned from

holiday, but when anyone asked he would just say he had a good time,

learned a great deal and was sorry to be home. People noticed the change

in him but didn't know the reason. He got another job, but he was a

different person. I started seeing his car late at night outside a

well-known public toilet, and one night I went in out of curiosity, there

he was, being fucked against the urinal by a lorry driver with two more

waiting to take their turn. One of them turned to me and winked and said

"You timed it right, mate, this is one hot fuck, he'll take anything". I

looked at Scott as I left, he was so far gone with lust I don't think he

realised who I was.