Unexpected Company, by BearSubSlut

**Note from the Author**

Hi all, thanks to everyone who has given me feedback so far, your suggestions and comments were really helpful. Please keep the comments coming in as it makes the whole thing worthwhile. Email me on leeroy.scott2@gmail.com

Enjoy the new chapter, and I hope more will come soon :)

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BearSubSlut

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Part 1 – A Break to Unwind

It was the end of a very long day. Driving home from work was seeming to take forever and I was wound up tighter than a politician's wallet. Working so far from home didn't help either, it was impossible to unwind while driving. Seeing a sign for a service station, I indicated to change lanes. As I did, a black, sporty BMW undercut me, nearly colliding.

“Idiot!” I shouted, slamming on my horn and flashing my headlights. Really, I thought to myself, where do these people get off?

A couple of minutes later I came to the turning. By this time I was busting for a piss. Quickly navigating the side roads I pulled up to the deserted service station. The lights were all off except, to my relief, for the ones above the toilets.

Exiting my car I shivered in the night-time chill. Walking across the darkened forecourt, I reached the door. A sticker on the door proclaimed that it was “Sanitised weekly” - a prospect I found laughable. Pushing opened the door I thought that, while they weren't the dirtiest of public toilets – at least the floors were mostly clean – I would hardly call them sanitised.

The urinals were out of order, so I entered one of the two cubicles. After relieving myself, I found a strange sensation dawning on me. What a chance to unwind. What if, right here, I had a quick jerk? While there was basically no chance of anyone catching me, the thrill was intoxicating. I turned to lock the door of the cubicle, but found that the lock had been broken off. Still, I thought, what harm is there?

Just in case, I leaned my back against the door so it couldn't be opened from the other side, and took hold of my now growing cock. As I started to stroke, I felt my tension start to melt away and the world around me faded. I found myself fantasising about my wife being there, on her knees, sucking my cock here in this deserted toilet, begging me with her eyes to fill her mouth up with her cum.

Suddenly I was jerked from my fantasising by sounds from outside – someone was coming in! Keeping quite still I tried to slow my ragged breathing. Whoever it was came in, and entered – fortunately – the other stall. After emptying their bladder, I heard them leave. Breathing a sigh of relief, I resumed my stroking, and found that the adrenaline rush of nearly getting caught had in fact caused my cock to harden even more. I let out a small, involuntary moan as I stroked.

BANG!

Suddenly I was knocked off my feet as the door flew inwards and I was knocked against the wall and onto the floor, jeans falling to my knees, face down. I felt a shoe on the back of my neck, pinning my head to the floor. “What have we here?” I heard a deep, male voice say, “A dirty little pervert getting his rocks off in a public convenience? Whatever shall we do with him?”

I tried to lift my head against the pressure of the shoe, and started to speak “Hey listen buddy I-” but I couldn't finish. The pressure increased to slam my head back down. “You have the right to remain silent, bitch! Let's call this a citizen's arrest for...public indecency. Yes, that sounds good, maybe I should call the police and have you thrown in a cell?”

I couldn't believe this. Public indecency? I was in a closed cubicle. Nonetheless I knew that if this got back to my wife that there would be hell to pay. “Hey man, don't do that. Please let me up, we can work this out.”

He chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that made me uneasy, “Yes I'm sure we can. Stand up and face the wall! Eyes closed at all times!” The sudden commands caught me off guard and as the pressure on my neck released, I obeyed instinctively, standing with my face to the cubicle wall, eyes closed. My cock, which was still hard for some reason, pressed against the cold tiles.

“Pathetic,” I hear him mutter. He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. Then he fastened it around my head, sleeves over my eyes with the main shirt hanging down my back, then starts to pull down my jeans and boxers. At this point, some modicum of sanity started to reassert itself in my head, and I started to turn around.

“Hey you can't do this” I said, then doubled over in pain as his knee connected with my exposed balls. Taking the opportunity, he pushed me down and I fell to my knees on the hard tiled floor, grunting with pain, trying not to vomit.

“You are in no position to be making those kind of statements, young man,” he said to me. Moving behind me and grabbing my wrists, he bound them quickly with a length of rope – Where did he get that? I thought to myself. Maybe he came prepared.

“Just so you are aware, if you bite, I will break your teeth so you can never bite again.”

I was not immediately sure what he meant by this statement, but I soon realised, as I heard him unzip his jeans. I turned my head away, and he backhanded me across the face, then held my head straight. Soon I felt something pressing against my lips. “Open wide, little bitch, and you might yet make it out of this”

Scared and in pain, I complied, and I felt the head of his cock invade my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat. Gagging violently, I once again felt like I was going to throw up. Pulling back, he then pushed forwards again, gagging me. This continued for several minutes. “Please me with your tongue you cocksucking faggot!” He shouted. Panicked at not being able to breathe properly, I began massaging his cock with my tongue. I swirled it around the head when he pulled back, and rubbed it along the shaft when he pushes in. I think the contractions in my throat also aroused him.

“In a few minutes, you are going to get your first taste of my cum, little slut,” he growled, “Make sure you swallow it all or it will go badly for you”

As tears streamed down my face, he continued to ruthlessly fuck my mouth as I pleasured his cock with my tongue. Suddenly I noticed that the already large head was swelling, and braced myself. Then the cock was shooting. One, two, three spurts hit the back of my throat and I swallowed despite the awful taste. The fourth was too much and I cough,ed the cum spilling out of my mouth and on to the floor.

“Stupid little slut” he shouted, and pushed my head down with his foot again, mere inches from the puddle of cum on the floor. “Lick it up now, whore, or I will rip out your tongue”. Sobbing by now, I stuck out my tongue into the rancid puddle of goo, and licked it up as best as I can. It tasted even worse coming from the floor of a dirty toilet. Suddenly I felt a pain on my ass. “Whap” he has taken off his belt and began beating me with it. “Whap! Whap! Whap!” The pain was awful, and I cried out in pain. After about twenty strokes, he grabbed me by my hair, and pulls my head up. Lifting the seat of the toilet, he placed my head, face up, in the bowl, with my neck resting on the rim. Then he lowered his jeans and underwear. “You used that tongue well on my cock, boy, now make up for your error by using it elsewhere.” And with that he lowered his ass to my face. Squatting over me, his cheeks spread wide, I knew what he wanted and stuck my tongue out, connecting with his ass hole. He ground into my face and I pushed my tongue in. The taste was not what I expected. Not dirty, but sweaty and musky. As he rode my face, I could hear him groaning. “That's it you dirty whore, lick my ass!” He took the belt again and began to beat my chest, belly and legs, landing the occasional hit on my cock or balls, which somehow never lost their erection throughout the whole ordeal.

“Yeah, I knew you were a dirty pervert. Look at your hard cock, you want to be used by a real man!” I must admit, that despite my revulsion to the situation, I had never felt more turned on, and desperately want to cum.

After some time of riding my face, he got up and ordered me to pull my jeans back up. I thought the ordeal must be over, but instead he took me outside and dragged me to his car. As I was pushed into the back, the blindfold slipped slightly and I saw the shape of a shining black BMW that I recognised...

Part 2

So there I was, hands tied behind my back, trousers and pants around my ankles, t shirt tied around my head, being dragged across a - hopefully still - deserted service station and chucked into the back seat of a black BMW. I landed face down, my top half in the car, and my legs dangling out of it. My captor laughed and pressed down on the small of my back, stopping me from moving. Suddenly I felt his hand smacking into my arse cheeks, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Twice on each cheek he hit me before repeating the process on my thighs, which actually hurt more than on my arse.

I was almost in tears now and he ordered me to get into the car and lie face down on the seat, which I scrambled to do, though it's quite hard with no hands. He laughed at my pathetic wriggling, and the leather of the seats felt unnaturally good against my still erect cock.

Taking my wallet and phone from my trouser pocket, he slammed the door of the car and locked it. Five minutes or so later, he climbed in the front seat. Those five minutes had seemed like an eternity.

"Well, little bitch," He said, smugly, "Thanks to the wonders of the internet I now know all about you. Your phone was still logged in to Facebook, so I also know your wife's name. So I texted her from your phone saying you had been called to work late and that you would be staying in a hotel. Also that your phone battery was dying and not to try calling. She even replied saying that she loved you. Isn't that just sweet?" He laughed as I fought down panic again.

"Don't worry though, I won't hurt you...not too much anyway. Who knows, you might even enjoy it, I know you were back in that toilet".

And with that, he pulled away and drove, while I was fighting back sobs of fear.

Most of that car journey is a blur, the occasional comment floating back to me. I don't really remember much about stopping either. I know that I was pulled out of the car and marched across a paved driveway and into a house, then some stairs and into a room, where I was pulled to a halt.

My captor released my hands, only to grab them again and pull them above my head, where he clipped them into some kind of leather restraint that was attached to the ceiling. Next he kicked my feet apart and secured them to the floor in the same kind of restraints. I heard the snipping of scissors and felt my clothes being cut away from around my ankles, then the shirt was taken from around my head. As I was blinking my bleary eyes, however, A proper blindfold replaced it, and total darkness fell.

My captor then placed earphones in my ear, and my world was filled with the loud hissing of static, drowning out all sound. I was now completely helpless and unable to even perceive my surroundings. A few minutes passed that seemed like an eternity to my mind, which was drifting helplessly. Suddenly, I felt multiple blows to my naked body, from what felt like some kind of leather flogger. They rained down with practiced precision, hitting my back, arse, thighs, chest - particularly the nipples - belly, cock and balls. The balls were the worst, the flogger swinging up and catching my hanging balls squarely, causing my to groan in pain.

After a while the blows stopped, but I felt a slight tightening on my nipples, then suddenly sharp pain, as clamps were hung there. I moaned loudly and was rewarded with a tug on the chain I could feel connecting the two clamps and resting against my chest, causing pain to explode again. The static in my ears stopped and the earphones were removed. My captor laughed and I felt his hand on my - still, for some reason, rock hard - cock. This felt so good contrasted with the throbbing pain in my nipples and the still stinging areas of my body where the whip had landed, and I moaned again, but this time with obvious lust, and he laughed at me, "There's only one way you cum tonight, slut," He whispered in my ear, "and that's with my cock up your arse, pounding you. And that will only happed when you beg me for it. Me though? I can cum many times in a night." With that, he let go of my cock, and I could hear him moving something around. Suddenly, my wrists were free and I felt a push from behind me. With my feet still attached to the floor I fell forward - right onto what felt like a big, padded barrel. In a flash, he was in front of my and my wrists were secured again, this time to the floor in front of the barrel. It seemed that my head - and therefore my arse as well - was now at crotch height. "Open wide slut," he crooned and I felt his hard cock at my lips again. Unable to fight, I opened and once again used my tongue on his cock, swirling it around the head and massaging the shaft, as he brutally fucked my mouth, hitting my throat and making me gag.

He stopped and pulled out, and I heard him walk behind me. Grasping my balls, he pulled them down away from my body, eliciting another groan from me. Snapping some kind of leather cuff around the base of my ball sac, he then pulled them down and attached the chain of this cuff to my ankle restraints, holding my balls quite far away and causing more pain.

I had begun to notice, however, that with each new pain, came a growing sense of pleasure. Each throb of my nipples seemed to go straight to my cock.

Now I felt a cold liquid on my arse crack followed by his fingers massaging my hole. Moaning in pleasure, despite the humiliation of this situation, I involuntarily pushed my arse back as far as my bonds would allow. All of a sudden I felt a moment of discomfort and then I felt a finger inside my arse, wiggling around. This is a difficult experience to describe but my cock was throbbing even more now. After some wiggling and finger fucking, another finger joined the first one. By now I was panting and moaning with lust and humiliation. The fingers withdrew and were quickly replaced by something else, hard and unyielding, that invaded my tight arse and held itself there, stretching me out.

My captor laughed again - a deep, throaty sound - and walked back around to my head. "Like I said slut, I will be fucking you tonight, but only when you beg me to do it." With that he resumed fucking my mouth, this time at a more leisurely pace. I could only lie there and suck on his massive cock, wondering what else the night had in store for me...