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PART 3 I must have cried myself to sleep because when I awoke, I was being manhandled. The restraints round my ankles and wrists were removed and I was told to stand by Darren. The hood was not removed but the eye slit was opened and I was half dragged to the toilet where I was told to do whatever I needed. I could not see or hear Jim. I had no idea of the time or how long I had been asleep though it seemed to still be daylight. It was difficult to use the toilet whilst being watched but I managed somehow, taking every opportunity to stretch and flex my stiff limbs and muscles. I was then led upstairs into the lounge. Jim was there, sipping from a can of beer. He stood up and came towards me, zipping the eyeslit shut before taking me completely by surprise by grabbing my balls sharply and squeezing them. I winced. My cock instantly leapt to attention. I was shocked. This was the first time, to the best of my knowledge, that Jim had ever touched me in that way. He seemed to enjoy the reaction and flicked my knob, causing me to wince again and wobble slightly. I had no time to enjoy this latest development before Darren said Cuff him, then Almost at once, Jim yanked my arms behind my back and I felt solid steel handcuffs around my wrists. My feet were bound together, also by Jim, I guessed. Then, what I guessed was a duvet, was wrapped around me tightly and secured with rope. This in turn was lifted complete with me inside into some kind of large bag or sack. I felt the top of the sack being tied and I was then hoisted into the air with some effort. All sounds were muffled inside this new prison and I was still wearing the hood so it was extremely dark. It quickly became very warm too. I dangled for a few moments as I heard Jim talking to Darren, he seemed to be explaining something. Then I felt a blow to my side, cushioned by the padding surrounding me. Then another. And another. Some laughing, some talking; then another blow followed by a series on various parts of my body. I was being used as a human punch bag. Although I was protected, some of the blows were quite hard and I felt them, even through the duvet. I was getting hotter and sweating. Breathing was difficult and several blows had partially winded me. I didnt know when or where the next one was going to land so I couldnt prepare for it. This went on for ages and despite my protests, they continued, turning the music up to drown out my cries. Eventually, I felt myself lowered and I dropped to the floor. I was released from the duvet. They examined me for bruises, laughing at the marks on my battered body. I was then released from the cuffs and fitted with a collar and lead around my neck. I was given the leather chastity belt to wear but Darren made an adjustment so that a long piece of string was tied around my balls first. I was then locked into the belt but he gave a sharp tug on the string, telling me that was their signal if they wanted me for anything. I was made to crawl to the kitchen, led on the lead by Darren, and told to make them both dinner whilst they were in the study, surfing the net. I set about the task, grateful for some time on my own where I could move my arms and legs and was not being beaten or abused. However, my cooking was interrupted by frequent tugs on the rope as they demanded more beer, biscuits, updates on the food and various other questions I suspected they devised simply to inflict pain on my poor aching balls. Eventually, I finished my task and brought them two large plates of tuna & pasta bake with garlic bread. They made me sit at their feet and Darren hand-fed me scraps from his plate. Jim put his on the floor when he had finished and ordered me to lick it clean. I was quite hungry so was glad to eat, though licking from a plate on the floor like a dog was a humiliating experience. Darren gave me a couple of slices of dried bread and a glass of water and told me I had been a good boy. I began to hope that my ordeal was almost over. After dinner, I was made to wash all the dishes and clean the kitchen - which I was left mostly in peace to do. Then I was hauled back into the lounge, again crawling on my hands and knees, and told I was to be a footstool and coffee table for them whilst they chilled out. Hardly daring to move, they rested their feet, and an ashtray, on my back and chatted together. It seemed they were planning to go out to the pub and were debating which one. Eventually, they decided and I was taken back downstairs and padlocked into the cage the end of my ordeal, I hoped. I heard them moving about up and down stairs, getting ready but they didnt bother with me anymore. Locked in the cage, with my cock and balls inside a leather prison and a hood over my head, I was far from comfortable. The pressure in my balls was immense and I couldnt help but think about all that had happened to me over the last 24 hours which gave me an instant erection. However, they hadnt finished with me yet! I was dragged out of the cage. My hands and feet were tightly bound and I was placed into a sack or bag without the duvet. I was breathing heavily, not knowing what to expect. They carried me out of the house and put me in the boot of Jims car. Then the boot slammed shut. Moments later, I heard the car doors slam and the engine start. A sudden jolt and we were moving. Jim must have decided to take the bumpiest roads he could find and drive as erratically as possible because I bumped and banged around in the boot until I began to feel quite sick. My pleas for mercy were drowned out by his stereo system. Clearly, they did intend to go the pub because eventually the car stopped and I heard the doors slam again. The boot was briefly opened and a finger prodded me. When I responded, Jim laughed and said Hes still alive. Then the boot slammed shut and I was left alone. I was cold and scared. I couldnt sleep but I couldnt move, either. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before they returned to the car. They checked on me once more before setting off. The journey back was even worse than the journey there. Maybe Jim had been drinking or maybe I was just more bruised and sensitive but I seemed to feel every lump and bump in the road. When I was eventually lifted from the boot and returned to the house, I was very relieved. I was removed from the sack and thrown into the bed, still bound. The light was switched off and I was left alone. Despite my bonds, I drifted off to sleep very quickly, being both emotionally and physically exhausted. Once again, I was awoken from my sleep by movement. Once again, I had lost all track of time. It felt like my bonds were being removed. I stretched my tired muscles as soon as I was freed. Then, the hood was removed, too. It was dark in the room but for a single candle burning. I was aware that it was Darren who had removed my bonds. He was lay on one side of me. To my astonishment, Jim was lay the other. Both were topless. I couldnt see what else they wore as, like me, they were beneath the duvet. I lay still, hardly daring to breath, waiting to see what would happen next. My heart sank as I was once again tied, spread-eagled to the bed. I wondered what torture awaited this time and I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes when would it end? Softly, I heard Darren whisper Poor slaveboy. He has suffered so much today. His puny body is battered and bruised. And he began to gently caress my outstretched arm. I tensed myself, waiting for the pain but there was none. He continued gently massaging my arm and I felt Jim do the same on my thigh. Yet again, my cock stiffened, still in its confinement. So this was their torture. To tease me as they had done earlier. I tried not to respond but their firm manly hands working my sore and aching muscles felt divine. Darrens hand moved to my chest and began to gently squeeze my nipple. I waited for him to pinch but he didnt. Jims hand moved to the top of my thigh and he stroked around the leather belt. I groaned in pleasure despite my attempts to hold it in and threw my head back. PLEASE I begged again despite knowing they had ignored all of my begging and pleading throughout the day Please dont tease me, Masters. Just do what you are going to do and get it over My voice sounded weak and pathetic. Jim replied, Were not teasing. You have done really well and you deserve this reward. And I felt him fumble with the padlock on the belt for a moment and then it clicked open. He removed the belt and my stiff cock sprang up, my two heavy balls hanging large in their sac. Darren continued to tweak my nipples as Jims hand grew ever closer to my balls. As he touched them, I arched my body in ecstasy. Darren had chosen that same moment to bite my neck not to inflict pain but maximum pleasure. I felt my cock shoot out great strings of hot gushing semen. I didnt want to cum so soon but my body was under their control. I yelled out Oh Fuck! Oh God! as I pumped out more and more of the sticky white substance, drenching myself in it. My body spasmed as waves of intense pleasure shot through me. I think they were impressed at themselves and the effect they had on me. I was disappointed. I felt robbed of what could have been a much longer and more pleasurable experience. I lay on the bed, shuddering for a moment until Darren grabbed a towel and cleaned me up. I was still tied and couldnt move. Do queers always cum that easy? Jim asked. I shook my head. No Master It seemed odd to call him Master but after what I had been through, I knew I would never be able to think of either of them as equals again. They had broken me and made me theirs. I lay, looking at Darren, waiting for further instructions. To my great surprise (and pleasure), they picked up where they had left off. Darren began running his hand over my chest while Jim fondled my balls, no longer swollen or aching. My cock lay to one side, at rest, but I felt it begin to stir again. I lay back, savouring the moment. All the pain and all the suffering had been worth it for this. The two most important guys in my world, the two who now owned me, were pleasuring me. Darren began stroking my neck whilst Jims hand ran lightly over my now hard cock. I was determined to hold out much longer this time and make the most of this amazing experience. Darren was tweaking my nipples again and whispering in my ear. Jim was stroking my cock, agonisingly slowly. I strained against my bonds I SO wanted them both. As if he had read my thoughts, Darren whispered Do you want us to take you? His breath in my ear drove me wild. Yes Master I whispered back. Whatever the cost? he whispered again. Yes Master, please They stopped for a moment, exchanged some whispered words, then I felt them swap places. Jim was now concentrating on my neck whilst Darren played more firmly with my dick. Would you like to taste the Jim cock? he whispered softly. I nearly choked there and then. YES I said in a definite tone. YES MASTER While Master Darren fucks you? I couldnt believe what I was hearing YES PLEASE MASTERS Whatever the cost? YES PLEASE MASTERS I repeated. I had got the idea in my mind and I wanted it more than anything else. I should have picked up on the whatever the cost line which both had used on me but I didnt. They re-tied me on the bed in an on all fours position Jim shuffled round in front of me and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. He pulled out his dick which was semi-erect and already appeared large. He pushed it to my lips which I willingly opened for him. It slid in and down my throat. I began to suck. It tasted even sweeter than I had imagined. Quickly, it stiffened and became fully hard. It was almost more than I could take. But I was determined to give him the blow-job of his life, even if it choked me in the process. I began to build up a rhythm and he sighed, as if in pleasure. Suddenly, I felt Darrens cock sliding between my spread legs. It hurt as he entered and I tried not to let the pain distract me from sucking Jims now huge cock. I was finding it hard to breath with Jims cock in my mouth and Darrens up my ass but I concentrated on getting synchronised so that as Darren pushed in, which pushed me forward slightly, I went down on Jim. Ever since I had known them, I had fantasised about this and now here I was, getting spit-roasted, by my two former best mates now my owners. This was my sole purpose in life, this was why I was here; to serve these two young studs. The pace quickened now as Darrens relentless pounding became faster and harder. This caused me to push deeper down on Jims solid meat. I cradled his big hairy balls in my hand and he seemed to like that. Moments later, I felt him tense. Then he exploded. Hot spunk fired down my throat like a bullet from a gun and he gave a yell Swallow it bitch! I didnt need telling. Greedily, I milked every last drop. Moments later, I felt Darren shoot his load inside me. I didnt care about humiliation anymore. Only men could be humiliated. I had gone past that. Why should a slave feel humiliation it was part of my role to be used as their fuck toy, to take their spunk. Darren slapped my ass cheeks hard as he continued to shoot inside me and Jim slapped my face as I licked the end of his knob clean. They both withdrew and smiled at each other. Again I was released and given a towel to clean myself up. My cock was still hard from what had just happened but I could see that having both cum, they were now interested in just one thing; sleep. They tied me back in my spread-eagled position on the bed and settled down, one either side of me. I didnt mind too much. What had just happened had changed everything. I felt sure it was to be the first of many such sessions and I would have the chance to cum again. How wrong I was to be ..! |