Platform 
by David Waledich

MM+  Mdom bnd oral anal ws scat sm 
Copyright reserved 2004

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and 
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. These stories are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.

A submissive consensual gang bang in a railway platform toilet

It was about eleven at night. Hardly any trains were going to come past at this hour. He took me into the gents toilets at the end of the station platform. It was a small white tiled room smelling of piss and damp. There were urinals down one wall and alongside was a single door-less cubicle. He told me to take my clothes off and without looking at him I silently obeyed, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He made me stand facing the urinals, naked with my legs apart, placing my hands against the wall, with my buttocks thrusting out behind me Then he delivered a series of violent lashes with a small horsewhip he had brought with him. The lashing must have lasted five minutes, and by the end of it my bottom stung with fire. I knew without looking in the cracked mirror that my buttocks were covered in neat crimson horizontal lines, and that in a couple of places the force of the whipping meant my skin had broken, and my own blood glistened in the light. He took me into the cubicle, fastened a pair of strong handcuffs to one wrist, then passed the chain through behind the downpipe from the cistern on the wall. He closed the other handcuff on my other wrist and I was trapped there, standing astride the toilet bowl, unable to pull my hands away from the steel downpipe. I stared at the tiled wall as he nudged my feet forwards until they were further under the bowl. A second pair of cuffs were then fastened to one ankle, passed round behind the underside of the bowl, then fixed to the other ankle. So there I stood, my ass thrust slightly backwards, my helpless cock upright and hard against my stomach in front of me, and the cold night air making my skin goosepimple. The final indignity was a silk blindfold, to turn the dim world of the toilet into pitch black, and a rubber gag ball, forced into my mouth and chained behind my head. And then he left. 

About five minutes later I heard a man’s footsteps along the platform. He hesitated outside the toilet door, as though looking round, then came quickly in. I heard him move through the urinals section, then sensed his bulk as he entered the cubicle behind me. There was a faint gasp of breath as he first caught sight of me. Then a gentler sigh. I heard him rummage with his trousers and undo his zip. For a long time he didn’t touch me, but I could hear a slight rustling noise, so I guess he was playing with himself whilst staring at my naked waiting body, my lined buttocks, my hanging testicles. Then at last his hand stroked across my bum cheeks, feeling the raised marks. I could hear his breath quickening, and could sense him wanking harder. His fingers prised my buttock to one side, so that he could see my asshole better. Then he pushed one finger up against my anus and poked it inside me. I gasped on the gag as his digit scraped back and forth in my anal lining, his fingernail catching at my inner skin. Then he slipped it back out, paused and stuck two fingers up my orifice. Somehow it felt more intrusive and more humiliating than being fucked up the bum. With a cock there is more softness, more flesh, but with two bony fingers pushing in and out of my backside the whole thing felt painful and vaguely medical. I just hoped to high heaven he wasn’t planning to stick his whole fist up there. But if he did want to, then there was nothing I could do to stop him. 

But it was my lucky night. After a few more moments he couldn’t stand to wait any longer, his fingers came out, and the knob of his cock slipped between my buttocks and up against my asshole. One hand held one buttock to the side, to get better access, the other hand gripped my hip. He pushed, his cock slid up off my asshole and slipped up the crack in my buttocks. Swearing under his breath with frustration he gripped his cock with one hand, and guided right into my hole. A short jerk of his hips and suddenly my sphincter gave and his cock was grinding its way up my rectum. I bit hard into the rubber ball in my mouth, smothering the pain of totally unlubricated entry. Involuntarily my hips jerked away from him, as I tried to evade the pain, but he was inside now, so he just held my hips with both hands and slowly forced his whole length up me. I was too dry to know if he was big, or if it just felt that way, and within a few moments he was fucking back and forth with intent force. His trouser front slapped against my bruised buttocks, and his zip grated on my skin. I realised that his cock must be just sticking out the front of his trousers, so it must be a good length. 

I felt him panting short sharp breaths against my naked back and the nape of my neck. His hands ran over my buttocks, exulting in the feel of the raised lash marks. It wouldn’t be long now. I realised suddenly that I had no idea how old he was, or even what colour he was. He had been selected for me, and told to come here, but I would never know who he was. A few seconds after this thought had seared across my mind he drove his length right up inside my bottom and came with a sudden groan. He jerked in orgasm, his body spasming against my back, hurting the lash marks on my ass, and his balls emptied themselves deep and hard into my rectum. He left his cock up me, as his breathing calmed down, then suddenly he pulled back out. I jerked, helpless and naked, as his cock left my body, my sphincter jerking closed behind him, trapping inside the air and the sperm he had left. Where his cock had been there was now only my flesh and his come, held snug and deep inside me. He quickly did up his trouser zip and was gone within seconds. I heard his footsteps echo off down the platform, and then there was silence. 

The rain fell outside and pattered on the glass skylight above my head. I was all alone and I was getting cold. I farted air, his sperm moving inside me. I wondered how long I would be left there. If there were other men due to visit, or not. I heard another set of footsteps, but they came and passed without entering. Then silence again. The muscles in my arms were starting to ache. Then I heard a much softer tread, like rubber soled shoes, perhaps trainers, squeaking slightly on the platform outside. Whoever it was padded into the next door room. He paused and again I heard his trainers squeak slightly with moisture on the tiled floor. Then he entered the cubicle behind me. Immediately I knew that he was physically big. It is funny how when you cannot see, your other senses become more alert, He hadn’t yet touched me and yet somehow my skin sensed him, sensed a large strong man filling the space just behind me. I heard a belt unbuckle, the clink of the metal. 

Then I heard the leather sliding out of the slots of his trousers. I gulped, and tensed for what I suspected was going to happen. I didn’t hear a swing, or a whistle. The first I knew was an ear-splitting crack as the leather belt cracked across my ass. In such a confined echoing space the noise was deafening. The pain reverberated through my buttocks a split second later, and I twisted from my wrists. Another slash of leather across my bottom and I cried out against the rubber ball in my jaws. How could he swing so hard in such a small space? He must have folded the belt in half, which might also account for the extra noise. Such niceties of deduction were lost on me as the third stinging blow slapped home. I twisted in the air, banging my knee against one side of the cubicle. The belt hit me again. I tugged so hard on the handcuffs I thought the metal would break my skin. Again and again he thrashed me, with all the strength of his arm, the belt sometimes thumping into the walls during its arc, sometimes hitting me without warning. I could feel the tears starting under the blindfold, and I wondered how much more I could take. With relief I heard the belt clatter to the floor and he rapidly undid his jeans. Seconds later his legs pushed underneath me, straddling the toilet bowl, and the cock in his hand was put into place against my asshole from below. He thrust upwards with one sudden push and I was abruptly skewered onto his cock. Again the gag took the force of my yell, and he rammed himself right up to the hilt. He gripped my shoulders and thrust up into me like an angry dog mounting its mate. There was a lot of strength in his arms, and a lot of anger in his rigid straining cock. I could feel it arching up inside me, a tall ripping column of unforgiving flesh. 

He hammered up me, his hips slapping against my burning smarting buttocks. I could see stars in front of my blinded eyes. This was a real hard fucking. My own cock was so hard that on each thrust it would bounce against my stomach, quivering with its own life. I found myself willing him on, wanting him to fuck me harder, really use me and split me open, empty the angry seething sperm of his balls into my open yielding flesh. My cock banged hard against the cistern pipe, and for a moment I nearly came with the impact. Desperately I jerked forwards into the darkness, trying to hit it again with my knob, willing myself to come on this terrible ravaging cock in my ass. But he took it for an attempt to escape and only pulled me down harder onto his pole, humping up into me with deep grunts of effort. So I thrust my buttocks back at him, opening my sphincter on him, letting him get deeper still into my opening bowels. Then when he ground himself extra deep inside me I suddenly jerked forwards as though trying to escape the force of his cock, and managed to bang again into the pipe, and then graze off it and against the wall. My knob bounced, throbbed enormously, and suddenly I was coming, just at the moment that he seized me and rammed his length back up to its very depths. My head exploded with light as my cock spewed come all over the wall in long spasmodic shots, my whole brain focussed on that terrible surging energy in my rear, his awesome fucking cock hammering back and forth, milking the come out of my twitching balls and up my length. Even as the pumping stopped the orgasm continued, driven by the thrusting force in my asshole, that was driving faster and faster into its own orgasm, preventing my own from dying out. Then he was there, driven in up to the root, his soft hairy balls squashed into my open buttocks as they spent shot after shot into my straining open bottom. Distantly I heard him grunt, short angry grunts of pent up power, like a bull, emptying its load. And as I felt his length spasm and shoot inside me, finally my own climax died and the lights in my head started to fade. I was so stunned by the strength and length of my orgasm that I don’t remember him withdrawing, and I don’t even remember him leaving. The next thing I do remember clearly was hanging from my wrists, gasping for breath, my own sweat drying coolly on my back, and my now limp cock dribbling sperm down one thigh, matting my hairs with stickyness. And the cubicle behind me once again was empty.

I didn’t have as long to wait this time. Only a few minutes later I heard not one but two sets of footsteps. They were uneven, weaving, almost staggering. I heard them enter next door, and a suppressed whisper, then a giggle, probably as they peered round and saw me hanging there. I probably made a pretty picture, my white naked body hanging from the cistern, my open legs arched astride the toilet bowl, my balls and limp cock hanging pendulously between them, and my buttocks glowing red from the whip and the belt. They entered the cubicle clumsily, and I immediately smelt beer. Perhaps he had picked them up in a bar nearby and told them I was here, waiting for visitors. Or perhaps they had known in advance, but had to get pissed in order to get up the courage to come. Either way I heard the rustle of trousers being undone and within a few moments a new cock pushed its way up into my rectum. With two good loads of come up there, the entry was easier, and soon he was sliding back and forth with ease. Now that I had come, my own passion was exhausted and I felt and heard it all with a kind of strange detachment. 

Then I heard another couple of muted whispers, and more movement. Then to my surprise I heard the man behind me groan in a deep way that means only one thing: he was being entered himself. For a moment his cock nearly came out, so I pushed my buttocks backwards onto him, helping him get deeper in my slippery bumhole. He had nearly gone soft, so he probably was being fucked. But a few moments later I felt him confidently stiffening inside me again, and now I was sure… I could actually hear the slap of another man’s hips on his buttocks, slightly out of synch with the slaps against my own. The man behind me was sandwiched between a cock in his ass and his own cock buried in my rear. I heard him whisper again, and this time I could make out that he was telling his friend or partner to do it harder. The slapping noise speeded up, and the man behind me was well and truly buggered. His hands played up and down my front, tweaking my nipples, running over my pectorals and my belly. He was disappointed by my flaccid cock, so one hand started to massage it back and forth while the other twiddled insistently at my left nipple. Despite my recent orgasm I felt myself stiffening in his hand, the experienced working and squeezing bringing it back into life. As I hardened between his fingers his cock twitched inside my rectum and suddenly he was coming, his whole body shaking against my back as he pumped, quivering with the impact of the other man in his bottom. The last few gasps were perfectly in time with the loud slaps against his bottom, and the final pumps into me must have matched the movement in his ass. I was sorry when his hand left my upright penis, but I didn’t have much time for thought. Within moments of his cock sliding wetly back out of my orifice, the other man squeezed past him in the cubicle, and his cock brushed my buttock. It was very hot and very sticky from being up the other man’s ass. Next his knob was pushing easily through my sphincter, oiled with the shit already on it, and he was up me. He screwed smoothly back and forth, and I knew that as well as three men’s come, I now had a man’s shit being pushed up inside me, on the cock of the fourth man. He obviously enjoyed entering me so much that he withdrew and slowly pushed it back in again, the fluids and the flesh of my asshole separating glutinously around his knob and his shaft. He fucked long and smooth into the well lubricated membranes of my anal passage, working the other man’s shit deep up into my insides, before finally allowing his own come to shoot into me and mingle with the mess. 

So finally I was left, hanging there in the dark, with the memories of those four fuckings in my blinded mind, my own sperm oozing down the brick wall in front of me, and my buttocks aching from the beatings. My sphincter twitched, and a big glob of sperm oozed out and dripped into the toilet bowl underneath me, splashing into the water. I heard the ripples settle and then another drip fell from my insides. I was tempted to strain and empty the sperm and the dirt into the bowl, but another part of me was proud to hold it inside, where they had left it. 

The rain had stopped. I was getting cold again. Two more trains came speeding through the little station, on their way to London, but none of them stopped. 

Finally I heard a step on the platform outside that I  recognised. It was him. He was coming back to get me. I felt a strange surge of joy deep inside. He hadn’t abandoned me. And then suddenly he was in the cubicle, I could smell him and sense him, just behind me. He ran a finger up between my buttocks, slippery wet in the sperm that greased my crack. Then he rang a hand over my welted cheeks. Finally he undid the manacles, and let me move my aching muscles. I was surprised. I had thought maybe he too would want to fuck me, where they had fucked me. But instead he lead me into the urinals and made me kneel down, next to them. He undid the blindfold and took the rubber gag out of my mouth. I worked my stiff jaws, trying to get sensation back into them, and blinked in the light. There wasn’t much light, only the glow of the platform lights through the door and the skylight, but compared to the total darkness of the last hour it was still strangely blinding. I saw him unzip his trousers, turn to the urinal and let go a stream of yellow piss into it. After several seconds he stemmed the flow, and turned towards me, a large yellow drop trembling on the bottom lip of his foreskin. I knew what was expected of me. I opened my mouth wide and put out my tongue. He slipped his flaccid dick between my lips and loosened the first squirt of piss into my mouth. Then another, bigger longer stream. I gulped it down, drinking gratefully from his bladder, replacing the stale taste of rubber in my mouth with the sweet taste of his urine. 

He must have been drinking whilst waiting, because it seemed to take ages for him to piss, emptying his bladder in shorter and shorter spurts into my waiting open mouth. Some trickled down my chin, and dripped onto my naked chest, but I am pleased to say that I swallowed most of it. And when he had finished and started fucking into my mouth, stiffening against my lapping tongue and swallowing throat, I felt nothing but exultation. This was the man who had been prepared to leave me at the mercy of all those other anonymous men, who had let me get fucked again and again, had let them beat me and fuck shit up me, but whilst I was kneeling there, obediently sucking his cock, instead of feeling anger or repulsion I am ashamed to say that my own cock was hardening in my lap. I actually sucked him as hard and as well as I could, because he had felt so much of me that he had wanted to abuse and share me in that way. And when he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me face down onto the cold stinking tiles of the toilet floor, my heart leapt inside me. He was going to fuck me. He was going to fuck me where they had fucked me, leave his come where they had, legitimise their spendings with his own. He opened my legs, lay down on me, and put his erection up my ass. It went in easily and he screwed hard, grinding me into the cold wet floor under him. 

He fucked me remorselessly, without pity and without feeling; but I spread my thighs, arched my back and opened my bottom to him, letting him put it deeper, wanting to feel him as deep as he could go, deeper than any of them. I was disappointed when he abruptly pulled out of my backside, but excited to feel my head get lifted by my hair, feel him kneel next to me and push his cock authoritatively into the back of my throat. So, I was going to taste it. That was right. That I should taste what had been left in my insides, and that I should taste it on his cock. His cock of all people. So I sucked it clean, tasting the sperm, and the dirt, and his long stiff cock moved confidently back and forth between my lips. He knew that I would suck it. If I had been there all night, and had been fucked by twenty men, I would still suck it, after it had been up there, come what may. 

But I found myself wishing that he wouldn’t come in my mouth. I wanted him back there with the rest of them. So I was pleased when he went back round behind me again, screwed me back down into the floor, and fucked long and hard. My own cock was rigid against the floor, trapped between my body and the hard tiles, and his fucking movement against my hips was wanking it back and forth. I concentrated all my thoughts and all my energy down there into my knob, thinking of the fuckings I had received, and the fucking I would receive in the future at his hands. I was trembling on the edge of coming when he must have sensed it and withdrew, coming round and replacing it in my mouth again, so I could suck it clean one more time. But I could feel from the quivering stiffness of his skin under my tongue that he was ready to come, so when he went back round to put it back up my bottom I knew that this time it was going to be it. He fucked hard and fast, and when he suddenly jerked and shed his load into the rest of the come in my ass, it only took me a few more thrusts against the floor to feel the molten spurts jetting out of my own cock and oozing up between my naked body and the floor. As I came I thought of him pumping inside me, and I can only say that for a few seconds I was happy. Really happy. I was taking him. And I was taking anything that he was willing to deliver to me. Or whoever. Whatever he made me do I would do. I suppose in that moment of orgasm maybe I felt love. It took surrendering myself to a blind succession of men, it took abandoning all sense of self and giving myself totally to another person’s will and desires, but, at the end of the day, it felt like love. And indeed maybe it was. 

The End…

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