Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. CORRUPT ME - PLEASE The essence of this story comes from a variety of correspondents and if they come across this site I'd like to thank them for their generosity and hope, at some future time, I will hear from them once again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------- If you live in London you're never far from a Tube station. Good old London Underground. I had my first sexual experience on the Tube: a hand softly brushing against my cock in a crowded compartment. I think I was about thirteen at the time. There were other times, other incidents at other places, but nothing quite as significant. Maybe that's what made me what I am, what I like, what turns me on. But then again, maybe I am what I am because that's just how it is: you know what I mean; you probably have a similar history yourself. Back then as a kid, the Tube was a dirtier place. Now, for most of the time, it's clean and tidy, almost sterile, where once it had been full of platform litter, cracked dirt streaked tiles, advertising hoardings black with soot. I miss it all. The hot stale whoosh of air from the tunnel, the press of unwashed bodies around me, the stink of cigarette smoke. Toilets with that mix of piss and disinfectant in the air. I wanked off in every one I could find. I got my cock out as often as I could. Loved pressing myself up against a leg in the squash of a busy rush hour train. It was a world apart and each trip down an adventure. I'd read in the papers of kids being molested; always headline news for the tabloids. As soon as I had the chance I'd sneak copy into the toilet, get my cock hard and seek out my favourite stories of sex gangs and rapists. Sunday papers always had the big sex stories that Dads would carefully peruse after Sunday dinner, sitting in their armchair with a fag and a cup of tea or down the pub over a pint. Later Mums would carefully unfold the same newspaper and sit tutting to themselves, after the kids had gone to bed. Today, it's the internet, then it was the News of the World. Sex rings and orgies, kids being snatched and abused ruthlessly by pervs, all the filth you could take. No wonder it was the most popular newspaper in the UK. I'd lay awake at night dreaming, slowly rubbing my cock and re-reading in my mind the most titillating reports, thinking of what some nasty old man would do to me if he had the chance. What would you had preferred; to be molested or be the molester, or maybe both? Sounds like ages ago, doesn't it. But its not. It's just that things have moved on so rapidly, but social media and internet porn is just another progression. The medium's constantly changing, but Sex, in all its manifestations, has always been with us in one way or another. What's taboo today becomes normal tomorrow and visa-versa. I so wanted something to happen to me. I had no real idea of how I was to be abused; I only know I wanted it. Why the need was there, where it came from, I don't know. But, it never did happened for me. No matter how much I might have wanted it, no matter how many toilets I stood in, waiting with my cock hanging out, or how many back alleyways I'd wander down, hoping to find a filthy tramp who would wrap his grime encrusted fingers round my cock and bring me off, I was never that lucky. I grew up, of course, but the need never really left me. It was always there, swirling around in the back of my mind. I married early and although sex was OK it never held the same sort of excitement for me as my dreams. It would have been better if I had a switch on my cock to make it come-up or go down on demand. That's how it felt. Fuck me when I want it, fuck off when I don't. But a few years further on and Jenny, my daughter, was born and things began to change for the better. I never thought of molesting her, but as she grew I'd always find the need to take a pee at bath time. I'd stand, cock in hand and watch the expressions on her face as it grew hard. I wanted to cum, but held back. I wanted to see her startled expression as I squirted, but I never did it. I left that for the dreaming and the wondering of whether maybe, one day, I could get her to touch or even suck my cock for me. By the time Jenny was six we were the best of friends and every Sunday we'd go out on what I'd called our little adventures. Me in loose joggers with the pockets cut out for easy access and she in white dress and panties. We would go to the parks, always visiting the toilets. Go on the common and play hide and seek, walk through the woods where I'd ease my cock up through the waist-band and cover it over with my t-shirt. I loved to look down at the bulge of it, trapped firmly against my belly by the tightening-up of the jogger drawstrings. Sometimes, if things seemed safe enough, I'd get my cock out and show it to her. A lot of people go in for a bit of flashing, have you tried it? It's done in all sorts of ways; the accidental slip of the towel on the beach, half-drawn curtains at night, by the footpath on the common. It's not just a male thing, far from it. It's just women do things a little different, often in more subtle ways. There's as many female pervs as there are male, they're just not as stupid and crass about it as us men tend to be. I thought often of the Tube and how it had made me feel, how the smells had turned my stomach and got my cock twitching. I decided I was going to try and encourage Jenny to have the same sort of dirty feelings, plant the same sort of sick thoughts in her brain. It excited me to think that if I could turn her on to getting a buzz out of it all we could do things together when she was older. Having made up my mind for a little corruption, the first Sunday I could, we made an early morning trip the nearest Underground Station. A few early travellers, bags in hand, passed us as we got off the down escalator and turned the corner on to an almost deserted station platform. The atmosphere was already bringing back memories that made my cock jerk. We sat down on an empty bench towards the far end near the tunnel entrance where things were a bit more private. Through the archway opposite the bench I could watch the comings and goings of people and trains on the far platform. To be truthful, I wasn't sure what I had in mind. It was just good to have her with me as I leaned back and let me cock rise up nicely in my joggers. That slow pumping, that steady pulse of blood stiffening up my cock was worth every effort of the trip all by itself. Early Sunday morning and you could count fellow passengers on the fingers of one hand. A train pulled in across the way and then seemed, just as quickly, to pull out again, the breeze of tunnel air ruffling up Jenny's dress. She automatically reached to pull down the hem but I touched her arm, giving her a sly grin and swiftly rucked the dress almost up to her waist, so that her little white panties were fully on show. This was what I wanted, to get her used to being exposed and to get her to like it. My cock took an extra twitch as I imagined what could now be seen of her little girls mound by any complete stranger who taking the trouble to look. A long look I hoped. I helped things on a bit more by pulling apart her knees. Hopefully, she'd feel that hot wind on her cunt and in remembering, associate the feeling and the underground smell with being sexualised, especially once I got her to masturbate over it. A good start, I thought, to fucking up her mind. Within minutes the far platform was empty except for two men; one a bit older than the other, both in jeans, boots and carrying rucksacks. They walked down in our direction to study the large tube map on the wall, perhaps they'd got off at the wrong station and were now hanging around for the next train. I'm not sure if it's true that `like calls to like' but I sensed immediately that these two were pervy. The younger one glanced across. I draped my arm over Jenny's shoulder and opened my legs. The touch of my cock head against the thin fabric of the jogger pants made me sigh and I looked down happily at the tented hump of a shape my straining cock was making. It felt good. The fact that Jenny was exposed too, even if she didn't really understand, gave me the shivers because I knew that somewhere the experience would register, stay with her and hopefully ferment into something twisted. If I could make her like it enough, she'd be willing to do it again. The younger man smiled and said something to his companion who also looked over. I met their eyes and flexed my cock, making it jump up in the jogging pants. This easy show was the main reason I wore them, that and being able to cut the pockets so I could easily reach in and play with my cock. I knew they were looking and I knew by their smiles they liked what they saw. For a moment I was tempted to take my cock out completely and I was sorry I hadn't had the idea earlier of removing Jenny's knickers. I made a note to myself that in future she'd go knickerless. Then disappointment came, for they seemed to lose interest, fall back into conversation and turn and walk off without a backward glance. "Did you see those men looking at you Jenny?" I said softly. She nodded "I hope you liked it, being looked at. They liked looking at you" I continued "But it was naughty. Do you like being naughty, Jenny?" again a nod of the head "Daddy likes you being naughty, Jenny. Daddy wants you to be his little dirty girl" Suddenly, I looked up startled to find that the men from across the way were walking quickly up the platform towards us. They'd obviously crossed over to our side of the station whilst I had been preoccupied with perverting Jenny. I've got to admit, I was a more than a little frighten by their unexpected appearance and wondered just what they wanted, what they might be intent on doing. I looked up at the pair of them and regretted taking a seat so far out of public view. I thought that, at the least, I was going to be mugged. "Hello" said the younger man with a smile "I'm Ralph and this is my friend Harry" now it was my turn to nod dumbly. "Hi" I spluttered out "I'm Dave" I relaxed a little when they showed no sign of being aggressive towards me. In fact, they seemed downright friendly. It was smiles all round. "And this?" asked Harry pointing to Jenny "My daughter, Jenny" I replied "Come, Jenny" Harry put out a hand "Let's go play a game" "OK" she said and without a mummer of dissent, jumped up and took hold of Harry's hand. She skipped happily away with him down the platform before I realised what was happening or had the chance to do anything about it. "Hey!" I shouted, starting to get to my feet. Ralph put a hand on my shoulder and firmly pushed me back down on the bench. I didn't want a fight, he looked too young and fit, but I did make ready to run as soon as I could and get the both of us out the station as quickly as possible. Sitting beside me, Ralph stared intently into my face "Don't worry, Dave. It's only a little game. Harry won't hurt her" That was when things changed. I was feeling strangely hot. Ralph stared at me, noting how I was breathing fast, noting how my cock was still rock hard "I feel sick" I said Ralph bent his head closer to mine and I jumped as he laid his hand on my cock and gave it a squeeze "You like it. Don't you Dave" he whispered "You like the thought of what Harry's gonna do" I shook my head, but my insides were doing somersaults. My girl was in danger yet I was loving the strange and unexpected feelings the fear of it, the exciting sickness of it, was giving me "You want Harry to hurt her, don't you Dave" Ralph's lips were brushing my cheek; I felt the hot breath of his words on my face. I shook my head. No, I tried to tell myself, never, but my body was telling me different and Ralphy boy could plainly see it. "Yes, you do, Dave. I can see it in your eyes. I know what you want, Dave. I understand. Say it, Dave" Ralph continued softly "It'll feel good to let it out. Say you want her hurt" he whispered My balls rolled as my stomach tightened up "I want her hurt" I whispered back, not sure if I was saying it for him or for me. Not believing I actually said it. Not believing I was actually letting myself say it and how I was so easily opening myself up fully to the idea of it. I couldn't believe how big the thrill of wanting such a perverted thing to happen to my own daughter was making me feel. I was shaking; taking in gulps of air as my brain whirled. It felt so fucking good; this warm feeling infusing the whole of my body. I can't tell you what a rush it was. Relax and let your mind wander. Think of a loved one close to you. Think of that person in sexual danger. What do you want to happen to them? It's a twisted conflict, isn't it? Yet, so tempting, so delicious to contemplate the worst case scenario. We like to be scared by a good thriller, titillated by a Dracula or a Ripper. We like to read really dirty stories and put our imagination to work, don't we? But this is a more deeper perversion of the mind, to be excited by the shame of your feelings, to know it was so wrong and so much more enjoyable because of it. Ralph kneaded me through the joggers as he continued to whisper "Say: I want you to fucking hurt the little cunt. Say it, Dave" he urged me on, stroking my rigid cock. As I shifted to give him better access to the throbbing erection my leg touched his and I shuddered in depraved pleasure as I felt him push his warm thigh against me in response. This time I didn't hesitate "I want you to hurt the fucking little cunt" God. Saying it out loud like that, it felt so fucking amazing, so fucking evil and perverted. The fact I was talking about my own daughter was giving me the most wonderful feelings inside. Ralph smiled "Feels good, doesn't it, Dave. We could take her, Dave. Take her and torture her. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dave" Ralph continued squeezing my cock. He was making a far better job of corrupting me than my own feeble attempts with Jenny had been, but then again, I was ready for it, wanted it. Always wanted it. "No, don't do that" I shook my head weekly, but as I said it I couldn't stop from savouring the idea. Fuck, I thought, how good that might be. Especially, if I facilitated it, even encouraged it to happen. I began to imagine what they might do to her if I let them have their way and as the images came into my mind I lent unconsciously into Ralph and sighed. I did want it. Wanted it to happen. Whatever Ralph was doing to me I longed for more of the same. Give it to me, Ralph, I thought. Make me, force me to accept the unacceptable. Fuck-up my brain. Make me into a filthy pervert. I'd never thought of myself as some sort of submissive but suddenly I wanted much more of the same. I'd always wanted to be corrupted and abused by perverts who knew exactly what they were doing and loved the doing of it, just as I loved having it done to me. I put my hand in Ralph's crotch to find his cock was rock hard. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing and loved the depravity of it as much as I did. I felt a strange bond form between us. He was getting a great buzz out of perverting me and it gave me an extra thrill that in turn, my willing degradation was exciting him so much. I wondered how far he could go in corrupting my mind, what he might be able to make me do, given enough time and opportunity. Fuck, yes. I turned my head, looked at him and smiled. "What's wrong, Daddy? You look ill" Jenny was back and I grabbed her into my arms and held her tightly "Harry says I've got a nice bum, Daddy" I looked up at Harry and he waved Jenny's white knickers at me before sniffing them and putting them in his pocket. "Give me your phone, Dave" Ralph took it from me, then gave it back for me to unlock "I'm gonna take your number, Dave. I'll give you a text with some instructions. OK?" I nodded "We'll talk about what you'd like to have done to Jenny. You'd like that, wouldn't you Dave? I managed to croak out a "Yes" "Good. You think about all the nasty stuff, Dave, because we can do it all. Done it all. Rape, torture. The lot. Do you want to watch as she's fucked Dave? How about watching as I whip her cunt?" "Yes" I said "I'd like that. Like that very much" Making myself say that, right out in front of Jenny, gave me a huge surge of sexual pleasure. It was admitting to Ralph and Harry that I was theirs, to do with as they pleased, as well as confirming out loud that I was going to give them Jenny, wanted to give them Jenny to abuse. If you haven't tried it, I suggest you think of the most disgustingly evil thing you can and then persuade yourself, that in the right circumstances, it could turn you on if you let it. Think about it, mull it over, encourage the idea to form, savour how enjoyable being such a sick debased fuck might be for you. It's the acceptance, the realisation of what you`re doing, willingly fucking yourself up in a cesspool of self-corruption and filth that starts the juices flowing. Come on. Let it go. Breathe it in. Touch yourself. Harder. Harder still. Keep thinking; keep imagining something that's each more evil than the last. Does it feel good? Each of us will find their own thing. What's yours? "Good. You can suck my cock whilst Harry arse fucks her. Would you like that Dave?" He said all this in a normal, matter of fact fashion as if he was discussing going to a football match. I'd never been arse fucked. Perhaps, it could be a first for both of us. Harry put his boot on my still hard erection and pushed his heel into my balls. I couldn't stop myself thrusting up against the pressure as he began to rock his boot heel back and forth on my cock. Without asking, he knew I wanted more and adjusting his balance, stamped down harder on my balls. I groaned as I came. Harry put down all his weight as I pushed my cock up, wanting it to be totally destroyed, enjoying the feel of my balls being crushed beneath his shit covered boot. Ralph took a knife from his pocket and pushed the point of it against my ball sack to excite me further. I grabbed his wrist and added my weight, forcing the blade to pierce a little hole in the pants until I could really felt its cold steel point digging right into my balls. Hot spunk sprayed down my leg and soaked the front of my joggers. Ralph ran the blade down the length of my cock before making some sort of sign to Harry who bent down quickly and lifted up Jenny's dress. Just as quickly, Ralph laid the blade against her exposed cunt. My cock swelled back up as I waited for him to cut her. "We'll be in touch. OK?" he said, putting the knife away. I was lucky I had some money on me and one of those big Sports Direct places was open where I could buy a replacement pair of joggers. Spunk stained, torn and boot marked, I couldn't wear them all the way home. I also had a problem with my cock, for some unknown reason it wouldn't go completely limp. Since having being under Harry's boot heel it had taken on a life of its own; it felt different and kept twitching up. I wanted to touch my balls to check if they had swollen up in size from being squashed, they felt so much heavier than before. At another time, I would have found the effects of the mistreatment fascinating but I had to take care of my appearance first. My mind was blank and I was walking on automatic. In contrast, Jenny appeared completely unaffected by the experience. I'm still waiting for the call. Now I'm not directly under Ralph's influence I'm not so sure what to do. You see, if I do go, if I accept the instructions and take Jenny with me, I'm not sure if I'll be coming back. Not sure, once I've given myself over to them that I'll want to come back. What would you advise? ------------------------- If you liked the story, let me know. Love dirty emails Love being corrupted Hastings117@Hotmail.com