Disclaimer: All the usual. This story involves male-to-male sex, bondage and discipline. If this is offensive or if you're under 18, get out!
TORTURE WEEK
Chapter VI
On the following Thursday evening, I got a call from Steve. He told me to be out in front of the bookstore at 6 pm sharp. He added that I wasn't allowed to talk unless he asked me a direct question. I tried to protest, but he reminded me of the tape.
He picked me up at 6 and drove to a gas station. He led me into the men's room where I was stripped naked and bent over, tied to the urinal.
"You just wait here ... somebody will be along soon", he commanded.
In a few minutes a nice looking guy came in. Without a word, he got his cock out and started to stroke it hard. He rammed it in me, using only spit for lubricant. He must have been super horny, cause he blew his load in about 10 strokes. He wiped himself off and left.
A few minutes later, another guy came in. This one liked to yank my balls while he stroked his cock. When he got close, he shoved it in my mouth and filled me with hot cum.
This continued for six more guys. I suppose I was there for an hour and a half, when Steve came in and untied me. He led me back to the truck and shoved me in the back.
"Strip", he demanded.
We drove for a few minutes when Steve stopped and a stranger got in. He and Steve discussed the price before settling on $300. The stranger got in the back with me as Steve started to drive. The guy tied me up and wacked my ass repeatedly. Then he fucked me hard and fro a very long time. He loved to pinch and bite my nipples and it was making me crazy because it hurt so much. After he shot his load, he started at me with some dildos. He shove one in my mouth and another in my ass. He worked my ass brutally with that dildo. I wanted to scream and tell him to stop, but I knew Steve would punish me if I did. Finally, Steve stopped the truck and yelled back that the time was up. The stranger got out, leaving the dildos stuck in me.
This continued into the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes I got it in a restroom, sometimes in the back of the truck. I knew that Steve was collecting gobs of cash from these guys ... I just hope he'd at least share it with me.
Steve climbed into the back with me and shoved a big plug in my ass. Then he got back into the drives seat and drove to his house. He pulled into his garage, took me to the basement and tied my wrists around a post.
"Get some rest .... you've got a big day tomorrow night. I'm having a party for you", he snickered.
I didn't like that much, but what could I do? I slept for awhile. Steve woke me with breakfast which he fed me. When I had eaten it all, he reached for my cock. I got hard immediately ... I was so damn horny. I was grateful that he let me cum. He finally pulled the plug out of my ass. Damn, my hole was still very tender and sore.
That afternoon, Steve got me tied into the sling again so I could entertain a couple of guys. They were pretty rough ... whipped my ass repeatedly until Steve yelled at them to take it easy on me, because I had to be at my best for the party. It didn't seem to make much difference. My ass was whipped until I was crying again. My nuts were pulled, squeezed and yanked very hard. I was grateful when they finally fucked me ... one in my ass, one in my mouth.
Later, he came down again and gave me several long and painful enemas. Upstairs, I was laid on my back on a coffee table in the living room. There, he tied my legs back until they were almost touching my shoulders. He put clothes pins on my nipples and a butt plug in my ass.
"Now you're ready for the party", he smiled as has looked me over.
That night was another blur. The poppers were in my nose a lot. Guys fucked my ass, fucked my face and jacked me off. I have completely lost count as to the numbers.
One guy have some sort of an electric box. He connected it to a funny butt plug and shove it in my. The feeling was nice ... my ass would contract around the plug when he turned it on. He must've increased the intensity, because it started to hurt ... then hurt a lot. I started to yelp, but he shoved a gag in my mouth. Next, he ran a catheter inside my cock and connected it. The pain was horrible. It felt like my cock was being ripped off. But then, I suddenly felt a twang deep inside me ... I was gonna cum! Without warning, I blew a big load, forcing the catheter to shoot out of my cock. Damn, it was awesome. He messed around with me for an hour. Shocking my cock and my balls. It was the worst torture that I had ever felt.
The number of guys at the party seemed to grow and the room was getting crowded. It seemed like I was never alone ... there was always somebody's cock in me or somebody jerking on me. My nuts were sore from being squeezed, yanked and slapped. My cockhead was tender and my ass was numb.
I was laying there, a cock pumping my throat and one in my ass, when I heard a very loud `bang' ... a gun being fired. It scared the hell out of me ... I was helpless and some asshole had a gun!?
"Ok you faggots, who's gonna be the first to get their ass blown away?", someone yelled.
The room was dead silent.
"Who's the queer on the table?", the voice asked.
"Our entertainment", Steve replied softly. He was scared too.
"Is he a good piece of ass?", the voice asked again.
"Yeah ... yeah", several guys mumbled.
"Well, I'll take him for my own, then. Untie him", he commanded.
Steve quickly cut the ropes and got me to my feet. For the first time, I could see the stranger. He was a very large man, dark hair, dark, mean features and obviously muscular. Two other burly men stood behind him, but with guns. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.
"I'm no judge of fruit bait, but I guess he looks ok ... just a little used", said the stranger.
He started dragging me out the front door.
"You!!", he pointed at Steve, "Come with us"
When we got outside, the stranger told Steve to go get the tape or tapes that he had of me. Steve started back into the house with both of the `guards' following. I guess I looked startled.
"Don't worry, kid. Brandon sent us to clean up this fucking mess. I've got half a notion to shoot all of them", he said gruffly.
Brandon sent them!!!! I was still trying to figure this all out when Steve and the two guards came back out.
"Listen up FAGGOT!", the stranger said, "You'll never bother this kid again ... UNDERSTAND? And you'll never try to contact him again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'
"Y .... yes ... YES", Steve answered.
The stranger pulled me along into a black limo. One guard sat with us, the other got in the front. There was another guy driving. We peeled out. The stranger found a blanket that he threw around me.
"Here, this'll keep you warm and covered.", he told me.
As we pulled up to the dorm, Brandon got in with some clothes.
"Here, put these on."
I started to ask what was going on, but he told me he'd explain later.
We started for the dorm room, as the strangers drove off. Brandon had the tapes in his hand.
"I can't wait to see these", he smiled at me.
As the room door closed behind me, he grabbed me in his arms and held me very tight.
"I had to do something before you were ruined for the rest of your life. The men that rescued you work for my father. My father is sorta shady ... that's all I can tell you. That's all you should ever know if you want to stay healthy." he explained. "I've always had a strong attraction to men. I guess I'm gay, but scared to do anything. I thought that my dad would have me killed if he knew I was a fag. I had a long talk with him last night and he understood my feelings and accepted it. Only one thing ... I am not to get involved in `family business'. I was delighted ... I could never be a crook, anyway."
I was speechless! I was rooming with a mob kid! I just stood there, not moving. Then I felt Brandon unbuttoning my shirt with one hand and feeling my up with the other.
"Oh damn ... I don't know how I can ever thank you", I whispered.
"I do", he replied, smiling, as my pants dropped to the floor.
THE END