Brian's first weekend as the Gang's new apprentice continues.
When Brian woke on Sunday morning, he realised he was still held tight in the arms of the sleeping Jeff and his legs were still gripped by those gigantic boots. He thought it would be very unwise to move and risk waking Jeff up. He lay there thinking of the very ambiguous relationship he had with the biker. He was naturally terrified of this guy who had brutally raped and beaten him on several occasions but he also felt a love for him like a dog does sometimes even for a cruel master. He had experienced the big guy's occasional tenderness towards him.
It seemed like he lay there forever but eventually some of the other gang members stirred and Jeff woke, pushed him aside and got up off the mattress but then turned and dragged Brian up by the rings on his neck collar. As before he dragged Brian out into the yard to attend to his need to piss. Rick asserted his right as gang leader and also used Brian before they loosened his chains and dragged him into the kitchen ordering him to get their breakfast as on the day before. Again he was made to eat his own on the floor where their boots could easily lay into him or he could be directed to use his tongue to clean them up. Mick enjoyed grabbing Brian's toast and smearing it over his own boot before telling Brian to clean it up and that was the way he should take his food, straight off a man's boot.
He was told to clean and wash up and that was when disaster struck. Brian was tired, sore and he got careless. While drying a dish it slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor smashing into pieces. With a shout, Jeff rushed into the kitchen and gave him a might wallop across the face. He grabbed him by the neck, pushed him down to the floor and told him to pick up every bit.
"Time to show you what happens when you fuck up, a session in the tool shed for you, cunt." he yelled.
The pieces having been picked up, he was told to finish washing up but then to report to his master's boot. Somehow, although shaking like a leaf, the rest of the cleaning up was achieved without incident and Brian began to walk back to the main room. Hearing the chains clanking, Jeff yelled,
"Crawl cunt and bring your worthless face up to my boots."
Brian did as he was told and began to lick Jeff's boots but they pushed his mouth away and stamped down heavily on top of his head and neck and he was forced to lie flat with the weight of the boots pressing his face into the floor.
"You do not even have the right to lick your master's boots at the moment, cuntface." Jeff yelled.
He lay there for what seemed like hours without any relief unless you could call the occasional boot into other parts of his body from the other guys.
Suddenly Jeff got up and grabbed Brian by the hair pulling him up and again he found himself in a leathered headlock being dragged outside.
He was dragged across the yard to a shed he had seen but never entered. Once he saw the inside, he felt icy fear overwhelm him. There were whips and other instruments of torture around the walls along with chains and pulleys. In the centre was a set of stocks. Jeff put Brian's neck and wrists into the stocks, dropped the heavy timber top piece down onto them and padlocked it shut. He unlocked the chains which were loosely connecting Brian's ankles and stretched his legs so he thought he would split in two as they were padlocked to rings in the floor. Jeff grabbed another heavy chain, twisted Brian's balls tight and padlocked the chain behind them. The weight of the chain was agony enough but he pulled down on the chain as tight as possible and used yet another padlock to fix it to another ring in the floor.
Stretched in all possible ways, Brian could not move a muscle. On a table in front of Brian's face, Jeff began to lay out various whips, belts and paddles. Some of them looked like they would flay him alive.
"I will have to consider which one would be best to use this time. Just look them over and think what each one would do to that backside of yours."
Jeff spat in his face and stamped out shutting the door of the shed.
Brian became more and more terrified as he looked at the items in front of him. A cat and nine tails that he knew tore strips of the skin of the convicts in the early days. A heavy bull whip that looked to be at least 10 feet long and would be likely to kill him with one blow, a stock whip, several canes, one covered with leather, crops, belts of different thickness and different stud patterns and paddles He began to cry at the very thought of what was going to happen to him, he had only broken one plate.
After what seemed like hours he heard voices and boots and the door of the shed swung open. Jeff marched in followed by the whole gang obviously keen to watch the fun.
"Use the bullwhip" shouted Mick.
"No, the cat" said Tony.
Jeff ignored them.
"Do you admit you fucked up cunt?"
"Yes, sir" sobbed Brian "don't hurt me please. I will be more careful in future."
"You sure will after I have finished with you cocksucker."
Jeff picked up the cat and smoothed the nine tails down right in front of Brian's terrified eyes, then he grabbed the stock whip and cracked it across the shed almost at Brian's nose. If Brian had not been so tightly stretched and bound, he would have jumped 10 feet. All that actually happened was that his muscles tensed increasing the pain from the chains that were stretched from his legs and balls.
Jeff put the whips down and picked up a quirt.
"This will do for a first offence...... but not on your back, your cock and balls will provide a better lesson. You should remember this for a while"
With that he flicked it hard down on the head of Brian's cock and then came back up under his balls. Brian screamed and sobbed for Jeff to stop but Jeff had no mercy repeating the procedure with it's excruciating pain 15 times.
"You will remember cunt?"
"Yes, Sir, please no more Sir" Brian sobbed.
Jeff threw the quirt down and stomped away. But before he reached the door, he stopped, came back and picked up the stock whip again.
Just to teach you what could happen" he said as he brought it down once across Brian's arse. It felt like a line of fire streaking across his thighs, resulting in a blood curdling scream.
The six guys walked out leaving Brian sobbing, he had never felt such pain in his cock and balls nor on his arse, he wondered if they would ever be usable or if he would ever be able to sit down again without pain.
He was left there in agony, unable to touch his balls to provide any relief. They just hung there burning and throbbing. It was an hour before Sean returned with ointment. After treating him, he released him from the chains and stocks and carried him over his shoulder back to the house. The guys were finishing their lunch and took no notice as Sean laid him on the mattress that had become his bed.
As it began to get dark, Rick suddenly said
"Time to get you home"
Brian could not believe his ears.
"But you will be back next weekend and the weekend after, in fact every weekend from now on"
He rolled Brian over onto his back with his boot and Brian saw he had a thick hinged steel cock ring in his hand. He reached down to Brian's balls, the touch had Brian screaming with the agony but Rick took no notice. He locked the ring around the base of his balls and took the key out . It made Brian's balls hang down and felt very heavy.
"Just a reminder to be ready for us again next Friday night. Now give us your last services for now. Boots and cocks, learn the procedure and the correct order.
Starting with Jeff, then Rick followed by Tony, Jack, Sean and Mick, Brian crawled over and kissed and licked their boots then moved up to their cocks which he kissed and then sucked until each one came into his mouth. Each guy then grabbed Brian by his hair, forced his head back and spat into his mouth before giving him a long hard tongue kissing. He felt like they were marking him as one of them now.
When they were finished Jeff took him out to his bike, he climbed on and hugged Jeff tight as they roared off back into town and to the end of town where Brian lived. He wasn't surprised Jeff knew where to go, he now knew that the gang had been checking him out for several weeks, planning to add him to their group as their new apprentice. All that time he had been ogling and drooling over their leather and boots at the pub, he had not known he was already a marked man and in their sights.
However now he knew they owned him and while he called into the office sick on Monday, he worked the rest of the week as normal but the weight on his balls was a constant reminder that he would be going back to the gang on Friday night for yet another weekend as their apprentice.
To be Continued