This is the next chapter in the ongoing ordeal of my abduction and submission. If you have found this then you obviously like M/m contact, consensual or otherwise. Thanks to all of you who have written and commented on previous chapters. You have given me the desire to continue writing. To all others Masters and fellow subs, please write and critique or comments.
AST 12
Back to work, johnnie; you've rested enough. "Take off the tit clamps." I approach rob and squeeze both of the spring-loaded clips at the same time. The relief and shooting, burning pain as blood rushes into rob's nipples is immediate. He sucks in a deep breath of air when I drop the chain. Paul continues, "It's time to take care of your friend's nipples. Use you tongue and lips to soothe those tortured tips. And, while you're at it, let us hear how much you like to suck another guy. Make those moans and groans really sound out."
It is bad enough that I have to perform for these guys; now I have to fake sounds of pleasure and ecstasy while I am doing it. I feel my face blushing red, but I face away from them to hide my embarrassment. The I hear them yelling, "Do it boy! Suck those tits and see it you can make him shoot his load again."
With my mouth open and tongue flattened and poised to go to work, I cover his right nipple, suck it in and swirl my tongue around and around, mush like I would like to have my nipples stimulated. The moans I force from deep in my throat seem strange and familiar at the same time. This treatment obviously feels good; rob seems calm and relaxed, and his breathing has slowed. "Switch, boy; he's got two tits. Make them hard and sensitive. We might want to clamp them again." I slide my mouth across his chest and draw in his left nipple, giving it the same attention. I change the pitch and tone of my moans in order to please the Masters. They order me to switch nipples again, then again. A good five minutes have passed, and they seem satisfied, so Paul orders me to stop.
Paul says, "His tits look pretty good, wet and erect. You can add tit sucker to your resume, slave. Say, rob, was it good for you?"
He simply nods his head and moans.
"Okay, Johnny," Paul says, "Kneel down right where you are." When I drop to the floor, rob's limp, cum covered cock is within inches of my mouth. I don't need any further instructions or orders. I know what to do. "johnny, pay attention! I want this to last for a while, so do exactly as I say. Take one hand and lift up his balls so you can easily put your mouth behind them. With the other hand, grab that butt plug by the horse tail and work it around in his ass. Push on it; pull on it, and grind it in circles. That should make rob feel really good."
I take your balls in my left hand, bend my head to the right and lay my open mouth right on the sensitive spot. I begin twisting the horsetail, and your reaction is a deep guttural groan. "Take your time, Johnny and nibble slowly, sucking in just enough of hm to make a good seal. Let's hear you."
I let out with a humming groan that can be heard by them and felt by rob as it resonates up inside his pelvis. "Oh, yeah! That sounds great. Keep at it boy, and add a little tongue. Work that butt plug." I do exactly as he says, knowing that this kind of stimulation is driving you nuts. They are silent for a couple of minutes while I continue licking and sucking.
Finally, Paul says, "Move up to his balls, Johnny. Open your mouth wide, flatten out your tongue and make long passes all over his balls just like a dog. He'll love it." So, like a dog licks with its whole tongue, I start under his balls, and I slide my tongue all around as well as into the sensitive crook between them and your legs where I had clipped the biting pins. I'm trying to stimulate and soothe the whole area. I hear the men clapping their approval. Then Paul says, "Good enough, Johnny. Now take his cock in your hand put the head in your mouth. Close it an wait until I tell you what's next."
With rob's soft cock in my right hand, I open my mouth and slide the head past my lips. Holding you tightly with them, I wait. What I hear are the men pulling their chairs up to us to get a closer look. When they are in place, Paul says, "Pull the butt plug out, and replace it with your finger, slave. Keep a good lip lock on him while you slide his cock to the back of your throat. Then hold it there until I say to back off. Do this until I know he's about to cum. Do it, NOW!"
The ordeal begins as I feel his cock hardening again and slide to the back of my throat. I drive my finger into his ass. I know it feels great to have your cock buried deep in a hot, wet, living hole, but after several seconds of not breathing, I get scared. As soon as my gag reflex takes over, Paul yells, "Back off!"
I do with a much-needed gasp of air. "Calm yourself down, boy. robbie might need a long time to cum doing it this way. Take a breath and get his cock back into your mouth."
Knowing that I don't have a choice, I slide his cock back into my mouth. This time I try to relax when I feel the head deep in my throat, In fact, I can even get a little air if I flex my throat muscles. I last twice as long this time. When I begin to gag, Paul grabs the back of my head and rudely pulls my mouth off his cock. "He growls in my ear, "Not bad slave. I'm doing this because I know Eric loves to have his cock buried in a slave's mouth. He tells me that he once had a slave suck his cock for two hours while he sat back and watched a movie. You'd like that, wouldn't you slave?"
I feel completely powerless now, so I say, "Yes, Sir, I would."
"Okay then. Let's finish Robbie off so Eric can take his `Prize' home for the evening. Get back on his cock! Just keep a good lock on him and pump your head up and down until he comes. And I'm going to take out the ball gag so we all can hear him scream when he explodes in your mouth."
I cover his cock one last time. As I begin to slide up and down on him and work my finger, the friction and heat begins to build up quickly. His cock thickens from the stimulation, and his grunts and groans become louder and more frequent. Without the ball gag, he breathes heavily. I can feel the heat emanating from his legs, and his sweat begins to drip all over me. Since he can hardly move, it is more difficult for him to cum a second time, so he fights the belts, growling like a caged animal. I work his cock harder, holding him with my hand and driving him deeply into my throat. I want this over with because my jaws are aching and my throat is irritated. Over and over I pound him into me and fuck him with my finger until I feel him shudder and let out with a wild cry of relief. When I feel the first glob of cum hit my throat, I stop pumping my head and begin swallowing. Even though this is a second time, his release seems massive. I've never eaten this much cum before. I hold his throbbing cock in my mouth and I suck gently while I wait for my orders.
In somewhat of a daze, I sit back and hear them talking. They seem pleased as I hear them talking about how hot the scene was. Master Eric is boasting about how much fun he is going to have with me. Then I seem to hear Mark say that it's time for me to be given to Eric for the night. I feel two arms drag me back away from rob and toward another room. Before I'm taken through the doorway, I look at rob and wonder, "Will this be the last time I see him? And what is going to happen to me now?"
As I am taken into the other room, I see that rob is still secured to the x-cross, head bowed, naked, sweating, and exhausted. Master David and Master Paul drop me to my knees in the middle of the floor and without warning the ball gag that had tortured rob's mouth is shoved into mine, and my head is covered with the same sweaty, black hood. Now that I am silenced and blinded, all can do is listen to the activity around me. A new, wider and thicker collar is belted around my neck. I can feel the weight of the lock hanging in front. They replace my wrist cuffs with more rigid ones. Then I feel a rod against my back. My wrists are stretched back and down, and the rod is attached to my neck collar. Now my arms and neck movements are severely restricted, obviously to exert total control of me and to break my spirit.
Then the shouting begins. I think there are three men in the room beside myself. From behind me I hear, "GET THE FUCK UP SLAVE! ON YOUR FEET, NOW! As I struggle against the restraints to get to my feet, I hear, "LOOK AT THIS PATHETIC CUNT; ARE YOU THAT WEAK, BITCH. STAND STILL AND STOP WOBBLING AROUND!" It takes me a moment, but I manage to stand still although I am breathing heavily from the strain.
Recognizing Master Eric's voice, he says, "You call yourself a prize? You're nothing but a skinny, naked little bitch who likes to suck cock. I can get that anywhere. I think you need to prove to me that you are worthy enough to become my slave."
I'm listening to all these humiliating taunts, and it scares me. I don't know what he is talking about. I was taken against my will, and he's acting like I asked to be treated like this. I want to plead with him for mercy, but with the ball gag in place, I am helpless.
Pushing me further, he yells, "THIS BITCH NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON. BRING THAT OTHER SLAVE IN HERE. I WANT HIM TO PUT HIM TO WORK. For the next couple of minutes I am left standing naked and restrained, wondering what is going to happen to me. Then I hear the men come back into the room.
Eric says to rob, "Okay, slave you're going to help me with your friend here. He got to work you over, and now it's your turn. Take this spreader bar and lock it to his ankle cuffs. I want this bitch's legs wide apart. He's got to learn never to put his legs together, and after I get done with him he won't want to close them ever again."
I feel the bar being attached to my right ankle. Then I hear rob say quietly, "John, you're going to have to spread your legs farther apart. This thing's about three feet wide. Eric hears rob talking to me and yells angrily, "YOU TWO BITCHES SHUT UP. QUIT STALLING, AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS."
When he kneels in front of me and grabs my ankle to spread my legs further apart, I lose my balance and fall on his back. Eric gets enraged and yells even louder, "GET UP, BITCH. GET UP! YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF.ONE MOR SLIP AND EVERY GUY HERE WILL RAPE YOUR ASS!"
This is enough to send a wave of shivers through me, so I use every bit of strength I have to keep myself upright until rob is finished binding my ankles to the bar. Once the bar is in place and he moves away from me, Master Eric throws a length of rope to rob and says, "Tie one end to his cuffs, and then get up on that ladder and thread the other end through the eyehook in the ceiling." Working as quickly as he can, he tethers the rope to my wrist cuffs, climbs the ladder, and slips the rope through the hook. Before he has a chance to get down, Eric says, "Just stay up there and pull the rope through until I tell you to stop."
"Yes, Sir" As he pull the rope, my arms are forced upward toward the ceiling. Master Eric yells at me, "DON'T YOU FUCKIN' MOVE CUNT!" When my arms cannot be pull any further without bending me over, Eric yells, "STOP!" Even though I am flat footed, my position will become quite painful. I can feel the numbness creeping into my arms already.
"Master Eric laughs, "That's what I like to see, a slave boy, naked, blinded, gagged, and bound, all nicely displayed for me to use any way I want." Making it sound like rob is his partner, he says, "rob, the first thing we are going to do is hang some weight on johnny's balls. He needs a constant reminder of why he is here. Johnny, you know why you are here don't you?"
All I can manage is a muffled moaning sound. Master Eric laughs and says, "See, I knew it; johnny's likes being a slave. His deepest, darkest wish is to be completely controlled and dominated by a man. He's like a little boy who needs to be trained and discipline to follows instructions and orders. I'm right aren't I, Johnny? Just nod your head like an obedient little boy if you understand."
As humiliating as it is, I follow his directions and shake my head up and down. "Wonderful! Let's get down to business, rob. And while we're at it, since I've got another one, fetch the horsetail butt plug that in my bag. I'm going to treat Johnny like a wild little pony that needs to be broken and domesticated, so he needs to wear a tail, don't you think?
rob agrees with Master Eric, "Yes, Sir; he would look good with the tail hanging between his legs; I'll go get it." While rob is gone, Master Eric grabs my balls and squeezes them until I let out the muffled, painful cry that he wants to hear. Then he pulls down on them and wraps a strap and snaps it on. Knowing that he is going to hang something between my legs, I brace myself for the initial shock of the weight pulling on my balls. But even though I am prepared, my balls feel like they will be ripped from my body when he drops the weight instead of simply hanging it from the strap. I cry out again, this time louder and more desperate than before.
While I struggle to relax and not fight the torturous weight, rob returns, "Master Eric here is the butt plug."
rob, you've got the honor of shoving it up your friend's ass, so get busy. You can lube it up, but then I want you to do it fast and hard. He's got to get use to giving up himself up willingly."
With the unseen weight swaying between my legs and tugging on my balls, all I can do is submit to being invaded again. I feel myself breathing rapidly, a sure sign of nervousness and anticipation. Even though I know it's coming, I jerk and moan when rob slides the plug between my ass cheeks. When he stops instead of thrusting it into me, Master Eric yells angrily, "SHOVE IT IN, SLAVE; SHOVE IT IN HARD, NOW!" He rams it to the hilt so hard that I rise up on the balls of my feet grunting as loud as I can around the ball gag.
Master Eric then tells you, "That's the way to do it. Now, since he put tit clamps on you, you get to return the favor, only this time I want you to hang this in the middle of the chain. It'll give johnny something else to think about."
I feel him pinch my right nipple and apply the clamp. As he tightens the screw, I jut out my chest trying to escape the inevitable pain. Master Eric says, "Don't fight it, slave. You just make things worse." When the clamp is in place, he takes my left nipple, pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, and attaches the clamp. The final insult comes when I feel him hang the weight on the chain and the nerve endings in my nipples send the pain to my brain. I can't help but to cry out again. The repeated assaults to my body have me sobbing and drooling around the ball gag. All I can do is moan and groan and thrash my head back and forth.
Master Eric says to you, "He's done Rob. Leave the room, and Mark will tell you what to do. johnny's got a long night ahead of him." Master Eric turns his attention back to me when he slaps me across the head and says, "Quit your fuckin' moanin'. I haven't even begun to work on you." He grabs my cock and begins to slide his hand up and down the shaft. I can't resist the stimulation, and my cock starts to get hard. Taunting me, Master Eric laughs, "If you are in so much pain, why is your cock getting hard so fast."
The hood is ripped from my head, and I feel the coolness and relief hit me as he continues berating me, "You like this, don't you Johnny. All the better! But what I want to see is how willing you are to perform after your cock has been milked and some of that burning desire is gone. Let's get Rob back in here to help out."
Master Eric leaves the room, and for the first time I see that I am standing in front of a wall size mirror. My naked body has been securely bound in a very restrictive and uncomfortable position. My legs are spread at least three feet apart, and a bar is locked to the ankles cuffs. A thick, black, slave collar is belted to my neck with a padlock, and a rigid bar runs down my back to the wrist cuffs keeping my arms extended and set in place. Between my legs hangs a horsetail that's attached to the butt plug filling my ass. My mouth is tortured by a rubber ball gag that has long since made my mouth drool like a baby and my jaw ache. And finally, I see and feel the weight hanging from the chain that has been clamped to my nipples. Master Eric has seen to it that I will suffer under his rule for as long as he wants. I am at my lowest, and there is no escape.
rob bursts into the room and crashes to the floor, having been shoved by Master Eric. rob is still naked, but when he stands him in front of me, I see that his cock has been imprisoned in a leather jockstrap effectively keeps it from getting hard. His hands are behind his back in handcuffs with a chain running down to the center of a chain between his ankle cuffs.
"Before Master Mark puts robbie back into his cage for the night, he's going to suck your dick until you cum. You are to remain silent no matter how much you want to cry out. robbie, since you only have use of your mouth, I want you to really work on the head of johnny's cock. You are not allowed to go down on his shaft or to lick his balls. Now get started."
rob sucks the head of my cock into his mouth and begins working his tongue on the underside, up and down, up and down, up and down. Then for a moment he sucks harder, almost to the point of pain, but then backs off and begins swirling his tongue around the head. This time, when he stops, my cock is under his tongue and he slides the underside over the top, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He makes me breathe more rapidly, in short staccato like breaths that I hope is okay with Master Eric. I can't take the chance of letting out the moans and groans deep inside me. The constant pressure on the head of my cock has brought me to the edge very rapidly.
I glance at Master Eric to see how he is reacting, and I notice that he has a satisfied look on his face. He know that I am in agony, needing desperately to cry out and to cum like never before. The he says, "Rob, stop, but keep his cock in your mouth and listen carefully. When Johnny begins to cum, hold it in your mouth, but do not swallow even a drop. I've got something else in mind. Now, continue."
He immediately goes back to work on my cock, sucking, swirling, licking more intently than before. I am close and Eric knows it. To intensify the situation, Eric moves behind me, and I feel the strands of a whip cut into the soft, vulnerable, flesh of my ass and legs. I cannot move, but I jerk when he strikes me with the whip, wanting to scream from the pain, but too scared to disobey his orders. I bite into the ball each time the fiery leather slashes my flesh. To torture me even more, he swings the whip through the air making it sing each time before he hits me. I feel each one, two across my ass, two right below my buttocks, two more half-way down my hamstrings, and two across the knees.
"PLEASURE AND PAIN, SLAVE; PLEASURE AND PAIN; YOU LOVE IT; YOU CRAVE IT; CUM, BOY! CUM WHILE YOU BEING WHIPPED BY YOUR MASTER! CUM WHILE ANOTHER SLAVE SUCKS YOUR LITTLE COCK!"
The taunting and rob's sucking is too much, and I thrust my hips forward, grunting loudly as I begin shooting my cum into his waiting mouth; each time my cock throbs, another spurt shoots out; he has stopped sucking so all the sum that flows into his mouth is from the force of the climax.
Master Eric yells at rob while he continues to whip me, "Remember, slave, don't swallow his cum." When he stops, he looks at us and laughs. "Stay right where you are, slaves. Guys, you've got to come in here, and bring a camera." The others come into the room immediately, Mark carrying a camera. Master Eric says, "I want a several pictures of this. Take some pictures of how well johnny's ass has been whipped. Then make sure you get pictures of robbie sucking johnny's cock."
Mark clicks away as Master Eric turns his attention to rob. "Here is a small cup. Spit johnny's cum into it."
He does, and I see my own cum dropping out of his mouth and into the cup in Master Eric's hand. "That's good." As he unbuckles the straps and removes the ball gag from my mouth, he says, "Gentlemen, let's all watch as slave boy johnny eats his own cum. Open up, johnny."
Since I don't have a choice, I take one look at rob kneeling at my feet, and feeling completely humiliated, I open my mouth, and Master Eric pours in the mixture of cum and saliva. I close my eyes and swallow it all. When it's gone, I bow my head. With the relief of the climax gone, I once again feel the harsh cuffs, the uncomfortable position I'm in, and the lingering effects of the whip marks. The other men are clapping and laughing, and I am alone in agony and feeling completely broken.
Mark says, "Okay Eric, you better get him out of here and have some fun. After these guys have seen what you've done to johnny, they'd love to get a crack at him.
"Yeah, you're right Mark. I'll cut him down and take him over to my place." Grabbing me by the jaw, he says, "You ARE ready to go aren't you Johnny?"
I am so tired and sore from being restrained and tormented, I'm ready to agree to anything, so I say quietly, "Yes, sir."