CONTINUED FROM PART FOURTEEN
Frank wriggled against the floor, grinding his hips, his erection trapped between the rubber mat beneath him and his own big soft belly.
Yeah, it wasn't as good as fucking a pussy, he thought, but it was good enough, what with that blasted thing strapped around his cock and balls sending teasing vibrations up and down his cock shaft. Now, if he could get a decent rhythm going, maybe he could cum after all...
He humped the floor as best he could, thinking of his lover down South, her sexy body, her big tits and their lovely pink nipples...
Yeah, he thought, as his cock got harder, this is gonna be great...
The combination of the friction with the rubber mat and his own sweaty belly, combined with the vibrating cockrings, sent waves of obscene pleasure through Frank's genitals. He wished his hands weren't cuffed behind him so he could at least get a good consistent rhythm going.
Yeah... ohh, yes... it wasn't quite like a cunt, but the sensations Frank was getting from his efforts were good enough as he ground his hips into the rubber mat.
He thought of his girl in the shower, dripping wet, the water glistening on her tits and her ass and her juicy pussy... her on the bed, lying there with her legs spread to give him a good view of her hot sex...
Oh, fuck, yes... ahhh....
That damn butt plug made it's presence felt as he thrust against the floor. Frank tried to ignore it as best he could, though somehow... God knows why, it kind of felt... good having it in his ass...
He grunted and humped as quietly as he could, desperate to cum but also desperate not to wake his captors up.
He imagined his girl in her underwear, undoing her bra to let her breasts hang free... her lovely juicy tits...
Frank continued his almost silent fuck for sometime, the sweat dripping off him as he exerted himself.
But... something wasn't quite right. Frank was enjoying the pleasurable sensations he was experiencing, but it wasn't getting him anywhere.
He pushed against the rubber mat, increasing the thrusts against the floor, digging his heels in, groaning as quietly as he could, desperate to get some relief from the raging hardon trapped underneath him. The butt plug made it's presence known yet again.
He thought he caught the scent of Dave's leather chaps, and that too of his groin.
A wave of pleasure swelled underneath him. What the fuck...?
Frank's buttocks tingled and stung, his reddened buttcheeks sore and welted from Dave's repeated punishments with his belt and paddle.
Another wave of pleasure as he recalled the thrashing he had received.
Frank tried to think of his girl once, more, of porn actresses, of young schoolgirls in short skirts, of anything female, but it now seemed to have the opposite effect - the pleasurable sensation started to disappear yet his cock stayed hard.
Fuck !
A thought crossed his mind. Maybe... he thought. Nobody will know, will they... ?
His mind flashed up an image of Dave, belt in one hand and his cock in the other.
That did the trick. He continued to grind against the floor as his cock tingled, trapped beneath him, sending warm waves of pleasure through his groin. He smiled as the sensations gave him the pleasure he was so desperately seeking.
Oh yeah, Frank thought as the tingling, swelling, ecstatic sensation reappeared and he put more effort into what he was doing. Nobody has to know, nobody will know except me... fucking hell this feels good... it don't make me some sort of queer... oh yes...
Frank was beginning to sweat now, grunting as quietly as he could so he wouldn't wake the others yet finding even that added to the moment, the erotic sensations building and building, as he wriggled and humped, and grunted and humped, and thrust, the fact his hands were cuffed behind his back actually adding to the erotic pleasure he was receiving.
Oh yes... oh yes... ohhh yeahhh... ohhh yeah... oh fucking yeahhh... that feels soooo good...
His mind began to fill with the image and thought of Dave, with Frank held down - no, he was tied down, naked and helpless, as Dave wiped his big cock up and down Frank's sweaty arsecrack, then pushed forward with his hips to impale Frank's tight hole - just like that butt plug was doing now...
Frank felt his balls tighten in their sack.
Jesus... ohhhh yeah... fuck... come on.... let's have it...
A few final thrusts as he imagined that monster cock pounding away at his arse was all it took for him to reach breaking point.
Oooohhhh.... fuckin' helll !
Frank bit into his lips as his balls gave up the fight and relinquished their contents, his cock spasming, wedged beneath him, hot sticky goo spraying into the space between the rubber mat and his belly as he finally managed to shoot his load, grunting now without a care as he reached his goal and claimed his prize of pure pleasure, his orgasm somewhat enhanced by the thing round his cock and balls and the bloody thing jammed up his ass.
He continued to hump the floor, his head full of the sensation of guilty snatched pleasure, oblivious to everything else...
Until he felt a hand touch his ass.
"What do you think you're doing, eh?" whispered a vioce from behind him.
It was Pete, who had left Dave snoring and in a deep sleep on the bed to find Frank in ecstasy, humping the floor.
Frank tried his best to look round at the younger man.
"I... uhh... I was..." he began, speaking as quietly as he could.
"Shut up, Boy," replied Pete in a hushed voice, who now knelt next to Frank's head whilst rubbing his hand quite roughly and painfully against his asscheek. "You're gonna clean that up, Boy, or maybe I'll tell Dave what you did, cumming without asking... wouldn't want to be you when he finds that out..." Frank could make out in the glim light that Pete was smirking. Bastard.
"Don't tell him, Pete, please..."
"Master Pete, Boy, remember ?" the hand slapped his ass, making his buttocks sting and his eyes water. Frank hoped that the sound wouldn't wake Dave up.
"Sorry, Master Pete, don't wake him up, please." begged Frank, as quietly as he could.
"I won't... but I need a piss. Open wide, bitch." Pete took hold of his cock and wiggled it at Frank's face. Frank recoiled in horror at what he was going to have to do, but the fear of what would happen if he didn't made him obey. Pete opened his bladder and squirted hot acrid piss over his lips and tongue, then aimed a stream into Frank's open mouth.
"Don't fucking spill any, cunt." came the order, as Frank tried to swallow the salty yellow liquid, but due to his position on the floor it was inevitable. Pete took pleasure in occasionally changing his aim so that he pissed over Frank's naked body, but kept the majority of the urine stream for Frank's mouth. Finally, he stopped and shook the last few drops onto Frank's tongue.
"Lick it clean." he demanded in a cold heartless whisper, as with his other hand Pete began to wiggle the butt plug in Frank's ass. Frank had no choice. He stuck out his tongue and licked the last few drops from Pete's cock.
"What do you say Boy ?" asked Pete.
"Thank you Master Pete." replied Frank. Bastard, he thought. Here he was, reduced to a bloody human urinal.
Pete tugged firmly on the butt plug, which surprised Frank as it wouldn't seem to want to come out of his asshole, but finally it did, with what seemed like a 'pop'.
Pete pushed the big plastic plug under Frank's nose. He could see the remnants of Dave's loads and his assjuices on it, and it smelt musky.
"Lick it clean, bitch." ordered Pete with a nasty smirk.
"Fuck off"
"Do it," Pete's voice increased in volume. "Or..."
"Alright !, please Master Pete, be quiet..."
"Get licking then, cunt..."
Dave continued to snore on the bed, oblivious to the torments Pete was giving Frank.
Pete had made Frank thoroughly lick the spunk and goo off the butt plug, then had taken great pleasure in forcing him to lick his own load off the rubber mat whilst reinserting the plug roughly back in his ass. He then rolled him onto his side and rubbed his fingers through the remainder of the load that was stuck to Frank's belly, and made him lick his fingers clean before finally, cruelly, slapping at Frank's balls whilst demanding he suck him off. The load tasted awful after all the other bodily fluids he had been made to lick and swallow, and he nearly threw up, but he knew that Pete would make him clean that up too.
"Thanks, Boy" whispered Pete, getting back to his feet as he left Frank lying on the floor, humiliated and disgusted. "Now, get some sleep..."
Frank shut his eyes and tried to get some shuteye... his cock twitched underneath him again, somehow spurred on by the thought of what he had just done, been forced to do, and the still vibrating device strapped around his cock and balls.
Fucking hell, he thought. I fucking hope these batteries run out soon or I ain't gonna get any sleep...
TO BE CONTINUED