For Real - Part II

Some time later he heard what sounded like an automobile pulling up outside the building. He was tense again, wondering if it was Cindy. A moment later the engine died and he heard three car doors close. He remembered her saying ‘we’ would be by to get him and wondered just who the other people were. The door swung open almost silently, and he heard soft footsteps approaching.

“Nice balls,” he heard a woman’s voice whisper.

One set of footsteps walked behind him and pulled off his hood. He was blinded, staring into two large flashlights. “You have a problem following instructions?” An authoritative female voice demanded in the darkness behind one of the lights.

“No Mistress…I am here.” He stammered.

“I am not your Mistress. And I did not instruct you to attach yourself to the post.” She said. “The next few days will be difficult enough for you without pissing me off, understand?”

He nodded yes not sure if he should speak.

“They are nice balls.” Said the woman, now addressing one of the others. “Nice and large, maybe the largest I have seen. His dick looks average at best.”

“Open your mouth,” said the woman standing behind him. He did and a ball gag was forced inside and the hood was then put back over his head. The gag was then inflated inside his mouth so his jaw was straining.

“Okay little worm,” said the leader whom he guessed was Cindy. “Here is the deal. I know you came here under your own free will, but your decision making time is long gone. You’re a big guy and we’re just three girls- so just to be sure you do not have any second thoughts when we get you off the pole I’ll keep a hold on this.”

He felt her roughly grab his still limp cock and pull it out tight. He then felt what was unmistakably a knife blade under the base of his shaft. “You move, you even flinch your dick, and all we have to play with for the next two days is you’re big cum filled balls.” He held his breath as he felt the woman who had gagged him unlock his left wrist, guide it around in front of the pole, and reattach it behind his back. She then squeezed both wrists a few more clicks to make sure that he was very secure. Last, she added shackles to his ankles.

“Good boy,” said the woman, as she rolled the head of his penis around between her fingers. He felt his dick immediately stiffen. “My oh my…does this prick not know the trouble he is in? He may be rewarded later, but it will be very lucky if it’s not floating in a jar of formaldehyde in the trophy room by the end of the weekend. And still he gets hard. Penises are all the same, aren’t they girls?” The other women giggled.

Tugging his cock the woman ordered him to keep up. They were walking fast now, toward the door. He was shuffling as fast as he could with the shackles. Outside he felt the cool night air and raindrops falling on his bare shoulders as he passed the overhang of the building. It was gravel under his feet now as he struggled to keep up. “You will be riding in the trunk, little worm,” said the woman. He felt a hand on the back of his head, guiding him down. The back of the car was against his thighs. Awkwardly, he leaned forward and fell face first into the trunk. The gag muffled his groan. His legs were lifted up and he was folded into the trunk behind him. A padlock was then placed between the handcuff chain and the shackle chain, effectively hog-tying him. The trunk was closed to the sound of the women laughing.

They were on the road shortly after the trunk was closed. He felt the car turning through neighborhood streets for a few minutes, and then it felt like they had accelerated to highway speeds. His cock was rock hard again, thinking about her comments. He wondered how many men had seen that warehouse, or this car trunk. Maybe he would get some idea if she let him see her trophy room. He tried to rub his cock on the upholstery of the trunk for some relief, but could not manage it the way he was tied. Exhausted, his muscles collapsed and his erection eventually went down. He was unsure how long he had been in the trunk. Breathing had been difficult, between the gag and the hood, not to mention the trunk was stifling. He had lost all track of time, but finally the car stopped and the engine was turned off. Again he heard doors slam and the women’s voices and laughter.

The trunk opened and his cramped legs were unlocked from his wrists. Slowly he crawled out of the trunk, ass first, on wobbly knees and legs. He could only imagine the show he was giving the women standing behind him. Normally he would be mortified at the thought of one woman seeing him in such a position, let alone three. At this point, however, he did not seem to care.

Finally getting out, he stood in front of them. He was standing on concrete, and was pretty sure he was inside someplace, perhaps someone’s garage. “You are going to walk where I guide you and do exactly as I say. When your hood is removed you will look to the floor when you are in the presence of any woman. When your gag is removed you will not speak unless asked a direct question. If you are asked a question you will address Madam Cindy as such. You will also address any other women here as Madam,” said the woman who had rubbed his cock earlier.

He was then led through a winding maze of what he guessed to be halls and rooms. He was walking on carpet now and in air conditioning. His naked body shivered with the sudden cold. “Steps…Down,” the woman said. Guiding him by the arm, she led him down a long flight of steps and the cool air was replaced with the more familiar heat and humidity. Guiding him further, she had him turn and take a few blind steps backward. “Step back and up,” she ordered. He did so and felt a small stool or platform to stand on. She guided him to lean back, doing so he felt a cold metal wall, which he leaned against.

As he stood there, he felt another woman’s hands squeeze around the base of his scrotum, pulling the skin tightly around his testicles. He felt her press a pair of dull points hard into the underside of his balls. “This is a law enforcement issue stun gun,” she said coldly. “Move one inch and you will know exactly what it would feel like to have lightning hit your balls.”

His eyes were closed under the hood as they unlocked his wrists from the handcuffs. Each wrist was quickly guided into a softer leather restraint anchored high on the wall over his head and locked in place. Suddenly the platform he was standing on was pulled out from under his feet, and he was hanging by his wrists. The woman holding his nuts jabbed the stun gun harder against him and ordered “spread you’re legs boy.” He spread his legs as far as he could, and winced as the first woman pulled them farther apart and secured them in place. He did not feel her let go of his testicles until they had tightened restraints on his thighs, waist, arms, and chest.

He felt them removing the hood and quickly lowered his head to look at the floor. He dared not sneak a glance at their faces, but he could see that the women appeared slender and were dressed in attractive clothing one would expect to see in a nightclub or party. They deflated the gag in his mouth and removed it. His jaw was extremely sore. Two of the women left, and one took a few steps back to admire her handiwork. He suspected she was the one who had been giving him most of his instructions.

“Well, well, well,” she began. It was her after all. He was looking at her knees, as high as he dared, but could make out most of her features. She looked to be in her twenties, younger than him. She was tall and thin, and looked to have short dark hair. “I never really introduced myself- so sorry. I am Madam Jade. You may not make eye contact with me, but you may take a moment to examine the room you are in, I know your male curiosity must be killing you.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

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