Chapter 41.
Reminder: this is the last thing Tyler said to Bobby when they were texting because of the emergency: "Be calm, Bro. Ride the waves. They'll eventually bring that twink slave back to shore at your feet if that's where it truly belongs."
I was riding the waves myself as soon I woke up from my nap. The first thing I noticed was that I was hard. My dick was free! I rolled over and started grinding the bed and it felt good, but all I could think of to stay turned on was that last time Bobby whipped me with the shoelaces while I was still wet from my shower and he had me dancing around the room. And all the stings and how they felt.
I didn't cum. Didn't try to. All of a sudden it hit me: no matter what happens, no matter where I end up, I am always going to have the same yearnings I have right now. They're never going to go away.
So shit! This is my first night in freedom. But dammit, I want to go to the club, see what's going on there since Bobby's kept me away. I wont strip---no wait, I have to strip. Can't afford to pay. I dig through the things on the floor of my closet and I find a dog collar I used to use before at a couple parties. I put it on so that my bare neck doesn't attract attention.
This is a good decision, I say to myself. I'm not thinking about what happened. My need is driving me. I don't care who it is or how I have to deal with it, I need to have some guy attract me somehow. Or even spank me. It feels natural until I get to the entrance and as I'm stripping off my clothes, I see Kurt at the gate giving me an evil look. Well, maybe it's my imagination.
Once I'm naked, and it sure feels good to be naked around men who are dressed, I go to Kurt to let me in. "What urge has caused you to dare show your face here? What do you need so badly that you would lower yourself to be here like a desperate nymphomaniac? Kurt's questions have easy answers. I decide not to answer him. I don't want to interact with anyone associated with what was happening. He'll find out soon enough when I start getting what I want.
And no! Decision right now: I will not go home with anyone tonight. I will not invite anyone to spend the night at my place. If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen here. Where others can see it happen, and where I can easily get away if I need to.
It's late, so there's a good amount of guys here. I try not to get trapped by anyone's eyes, I just want someone to pick up on the need coming practically out of my pores begging for attention.
The toy table has a lot of things on it. I head over there to take a look and this hot guy with leather pants and black boots looks me up and down. I pretend not to notice and I look over all the implements and other toys on the table. I touch things that I'm interested in, hoping the guy picks up on my signal. My favorites are the manacles (black connected by a chain) and the lighter flogger. That I run through my hands a couple times and then even lash it against my thigh to test it out.
Some guys pass me by with their hard dicks in their hands. Yuck. Do they ever get to realize that it doesn't get good results to be doing that? All they ever seem to do is team up with other strokers.
No. The guys who might give me what I need aren't desperate. They're just there to let off some steam. A couple who have seen me here before pass by. One even nods and I smile back. I walk around for a while longer then decide to go kneel down and sit back on my heals in one of the little alcoves. Leather pants guy sees me there and comes over. he reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Wow. Never tries that before. It seems more permanent than leather.
He sees me looking at them. He takes one of them and starts to close it and it clicks with each attempt to tighten it. Click after click and I have trouble breathing. I hold up my right wrist tentatively. He takes hold of it and expertly locks me into the cuff. He pulls on the chain attached to the cuff until he has my arm up in the air. He steps closer between my legs and takes the tip of my dick in his fingers and he squeezes it and fuck does that hurt! He starts slapping my dick and balls and everywhere around them for a bit, then lightly tweaks each nipple then reaches for my other wrist and I let him take it.
Once both wrists are locked into the cuffs, he clips a leash to the cuffs then walks away pulling the cuffs behind him and I have no choice but to follow. What a walk of shame this becomes. Fuck. He's parading me around the place and I feel more naked than ever because everyone can see my small dick swinging a bit. Finally we end up in a larger alcove, or rather a small room. He unclips the leash and also the manacles, then clips them together behind my back this time. A chain pulls my arms up and I end up being bent over in a weird humiliating way and I just stay there like that in the center of this room and then suddenly there's a red light from the ceiling covering me in red.
The Man slaps me on the side of my ass then quickly my face which shocks me. More slaps follow, mostly my rear and legs because of the position I'm in. All of a sudden he leans over me, puts his mouth to my ear and licks it. Then he whispers to me, "you're a make-believe slave. you think you want it but then when you get it you flip out and run away, but I'm not letting you run away from me until I'm finished with you, faggot." More slaps and they're getting harder and harder and he reaches from behind me through my legs to get at my balls and that makes me scream. He whispers in my ear again. "You are inconsiderate. You never consider what it must be like for the Masters who are so invested in you. No. It's all just about you. And you act on the impulse to run as if it's the only solution and fuck the other guy who just told you he loves you. It doesn't matter."
He unclips my hands again and helps me straighten up. He massages my arms but knees me in the balls a few times and I start crying out "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Before I know it my arms are both up in the air again and I'm being stretched and can lonely stand on the balls of my feet. Just hanging there, all stretched out.
Next thing I know, there are four or five guys surrounding me and each of them is slapping me everywhere and I'm crying and apologizing and promising I'll do better. They stop for a while and walk away. Three more guys show up, and each of them has a leather belt. They start in and I'm almost hoarse from screaming and crying out, and my whole body is covered with sore burning spots.
Finally it stops and I'm hanging there sobbing and tears, spit and snot are sliding down my face and I just keep hanging there. A couple guys come to take a look at me and touch me wherever they want but they don't hurt me any more, just humiliate me. Warren comes by. "This is from Bobby," he says to me as he reaches for each nipple and another part of the ordeal begins. Warren doesn't say anything but rather has his fingers let me know that I hurt someone who I said I loved. By the time he's done I'm about ready to pass out from the pain.
The red light goes out and the chain pulling me upright is disconnected and I just collapse to the floor and stay there in a heap. In the dark. While others pass by on their way to something that's attracted their attention. No one pays any attention to me now. Another form of torture I've never experienced before.
Damn! I'm down there for a long time. All of a sudden an announcement is made that it's closing time. the guy who handcuffed me comes by to take them off but then fucks my mouth until he shoots a big load down my throat and it makes me choke. He pulls out and leaves me there.
It's not easy, but I manage to stand up and make my way to my locker to put on my shorts and shirt. "You gonna be okay to drive?" Kurt asks me. "Dunno."
"Hey, Mark!" Kurt calls out, and this guy comes over. "Do me a favor and drive this twink's car home for him. When you get there use him if you want. I'll pic you up when you text me and bring you back here. This slut's a well-trained cocksucker, just to let you know."
Mark comes over and asks me if I need help. I nod weakly. He takes my arm and wraps it around his waist. He reaches back and slaps my ass a couple times and I jerk up. "Okay, pup, let's go," he tells me. "Where's your car?"
Mark drives carefully. I'm able to stay awake to show him where to go. When he gets me home he comes in with me, strips me, lays me on the bed on my back with my head hanging off the side. "This way you don't have to do any work, cocksucker," he says to me as he shoves his hard cock into my mouth and really truly fucks my face. My throat was sore for three days after that. The worst part of all was that after he shot his load he kept himself in my mouth and pissed in it until the piss was overflowing from my mouth. He didn't care. Once he was finished, he shook himself and put his dick away. He texted Kurt, then helped me get all the way up on the bed. Without another word, he turned and left the room and left the house to get in Kurt's car with him.
I sure didn't feel good when I woke up the next morning. My throat was killing me and I could hardly move without feeling pain in some part of my body. I was sore from head to foot, I thought.
There I was, recovering from a public beating, sore all over, used like a whore and a urinal. Piss was all over and the stink was foul and it tasted awful And then the worst thing of all occurred to me: I looked up and saw Tyler and Bobby's pictures looking down on everything that happened. I curled up in a ball and started sobbing again.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)