London Shelf Life By PeterUK
Contact author with feedback at: Pete745@btinternet.com
Part 2 - Shogoo
For the next couple of days I wanked at least three
times, reliving the time with Raj in the stockroom, but
work stopped me going back to the shop. I wondered what
kind of reception I'd get, and decided a week later I had
to find out.
This time both brothers were in the shop, as well as
several customers, but no sign of their Dad. Shogoo
smirked at me as I came in, but Raj just glanced away,
looking miserable. That wasn't at all what I was
expecting. Maybe he didn't want to encourage me to think
about a repeat performance.
I wandered down the aisle getting the usual groceries
when suddenly I felt Raj beside me.
"Sir", he whispered, "I must speak with you. Please come
into the stockroom now, please sir, please. Right now."
He looked so miserable that I just had to follow him.
"What's the matter, Raj? And please stop calling me
"sir" - you know my name's Joe."
"Mr Joe, sir, last week Shogoo saw us in here. He came
down after the film and caught us. He's going to tell
Dad unless you do exactly what he wants. Ever since Mum
died last year, he's been acting strange, but now I'm
really frightened. If he tells Dad, I'll be chucked out
and I've nowhere else to go."
He started to cry. I thought for a minute. If Shogoo
was going to blackmail me, I couldn't pay him much on my
salary. Maybe I could take in Raj instead - then I could
fuck him every night. But Raj didn't look like he could
take the idea of that right now.
"Do you know what he wants from me, Raj?"
"He says he wants to teach you a lesson for abusing me. I
didn't dare tell him I liked it, Mr Joe, that I really
loved it with you."
He looked so miserable I just had to respond.
"Don't worry, Raj, I'll do what he wants. But on one
condition. He has to let you come round to my house once
a week, the night when you're Dad's at the Council. If
he says no, then you must threaten to tell your Dad about
his porn films, and we'll both deny we did anything, OK?"
Raj suddenly kissed me full on the lips.
"You want to see me again, Mr Joe?"
"Of course I do, Raj, you're the cutest guy this side of
Bombay. When does that bastard Shogoo want to see me?"
"Dad's at the Council tomorrow night, Mr Joe. You must
come at closing time, and you mustn't wear any pants."
I gulped. What had the bastard got in mind. I told Raj
to go talk to his brother and put the condition to him.
If he agreed, I'd come tomorrow.
We went back into the shop. Shogoo glanced in our
direction. I wandered around the aisles for a few more
minutes before going to Shogoo's till. A nasty grin broke
all over his face, and I had to stop myself from wiping
it off. If I wanted Raj again, I would have to play
along with Shogoo.
As he gave me my change, he said "Tomorrow night. Be
here".
He had accepted the condition. I left the shop half
elated, and half terrified.
The following night I turned up at the shop at 10pm,
wearing just a T-shirt and jeans, and no pants. Raj was
there, to my surprise. He quickly kissed me and directed
me to the stockroom. "He's waiting for you" he
whispered.
I opened the door and gasped. Shogoo was lying naked on
the sacks, his hands behind his head, legs played.
"Do as I tell you, and that little queer Raj is yours.
Disobey me, and my Dad will make damn sure you never see
him again. Understood, pervert?"
"OK Shogoo, you win" I said.
"OK sir, to you, pervert"
"OK sir" I replied in as surly a tone as I could.
"Strip" he said.
I took off my shoes, shirt and jeans and stood naked
before him.
"Turn around".
I did as he ordered. I turned full circle with my hands
at the back of my head, just like some porn movie. He
ordered me over to him, and made me bend right over while
he inspected my arse. I was proud of my arse. Bubble
Butler they called me at school - my family name was
Butler. You can guess the rest. He slapped my arse and
ordered me to lick his feet.
I fell to my knees and began to lick one foot. I sucked
each toe while he raked the other foot over my balls and
arse. I began to get hard. With his big toe, he began
to probe my hole. I started to lick up his leg. He
leaned forward and slapped my face.
"I never told you to stop licking, pervert."
"Sorry sir" I murmured, and returned to his foot.
By now he had got his toe right into my hole. He took it
out and ordered me to lick it clean. It tasted kind of
funky, but not bad. I had guessed he had something kinky
in mind and douched carefully before coming.
Now he got me to lick up each leg. He wouldn't let me
touch his balls, but boy was he sprouting one hell of a
boner. Then he grabbed my head and pushed my mouth onto
his cock.
"Suck it" he ordered.
His cock was much thicker than his brother's, but he too
leaked pre-cum like a tap. I licked up the shaft,
scooping up the juice as I went and twirled its dark knob
in my mouth. He groaned and thrust up. I fondled his
balls, and he slapped my face again.
"Don't touch until you're told, pervert".
I kept up a steady rhythm on his cock for a few minutes,
and then he pulled out and I saw he had the bottle of
palm oil.
"Grease me up, pervert" he said.
So this was it. He was going to fuck me like I had his
brother. I took the bottle and sprinkled it over his
cock and balls. He pushed me away and ordered me onto my
knees on the sack, with my arse in the air. He smeared
some oil on my arse and stuck a finger into it. I
flinched with pain, but he hit my arse and stuck another
one in.
"You can take it, pervert. You like this, don't you
pervert, don't you?" He hit my arse again, but harder.
"Yes sir" I replied "I love it".
He stuck three fingers in and this time began to finger
fuck me roughly. Much as I hate to admit it, it felt
pretty good. He took out his fingers and made me turn
round and lick them. Like with Raj, his fingers tasted
nutty and musky and not bad at all.
He pushed me onto the sacking on my stomach and told me
to stick my arse into the air. Quickly he knelt down and
stuck his cock into my hole. I yelped with pain.
"Shut the fuck up, pervert, or you'll really suffer".
I bit my lip and tried to adjust to him. He started to
fuck me in earnest. He grabbed by waist and pulled out
then went straight back in. Each time it hurt like mad,
and tears came to my eyes. He was raping me.
"Fucking pervert" he kept on repeating. "You like this,
don't you. You like this, you pervert."
While it hurt like hell, he began hitting my prostate and
I was getting used to him. I thought I would show him,
and began to meet his thrusts. He pounded harder and
started to groan. I knew he couldn't keep this up for
long, so I began to clamp down on his cock each time he
fucked forward. He gripped my waist and began to fuck in
earnest, jabbing in and out. Suddenly he bit me while he
made one final thrust before coming in me. He pushed me
forward onto the sacks.
"You're disgusting, you fucking pervert. You loved every
minute of it, you dirty fucking bastard."
He kicked me before grabbing his jeans and leaving the
stockroom. I lay on the sacks for a few minutes
gathering my thoughts. Suddenly I felt a hand caressing
my bum and back. It was Raj.
"Thank you, Mr Joe, thank you. Now I can be yours."
My arse felt like it had been ripped in two, but I pulled
him onto me and kissed him longingly. My cock began to
harden and he giggled.
"Come to me soon, Raj."
"I will, Mr Joe, I will, I promise"
