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I awoke the next morning after a night of broken sleep and intensely sexual dreams. The first thing I realised as my mind began to focus on reality was that I had a hard-on and my balls ached from the need to be emptied. The plug was still inside me and uncomfortable when I moved. As far as I could tell, Darren was still in the bed beside me. I felt a soft movement over my cock and groaned from the exquisite pleasure and yet suffering. “Oh, my slave is awake is he?” he said. Before I could answer, he rolled over on top of me and undid the mouth zip on the hood I was still wearing. I thought it was so I could speak but instantly, his semi-hard cock was in my mouth. “Suck it clean, bitch, ” he commanded. I did as I was told, savouring the smell and taste. He had been very clever really. Had I been allowed to cum by now, I would probably have not been in the mood for games first thing in the morning but so desperate was my need for relief that I would do anything at this moment. I hoped by pleasuring him, he would reward me. I was disappointed. A few minutes in, he withdrew his dick and redid the zip before getting up and without speaking, leaving the room. I heard him in the bathroom then I heard him upstairs. I was left alone for some time and began to drift back to sleep, despite my discomfort, when he suddenly returned. I was de-mummified and the hood was removed from my head. I blinked in the morning sun. “You may remove the but plug and you have 15 mins for shit, shave, shower. Then I want you upstairs wearing this” he said, flinging the slave pouch at me. “But before I let you go, I need to put this on to make sure you don’t play with yourself.” He produced the CB3000 chastity device which he quickly fitted and padlocked in place. My cock was now encased in a tough plastic prison and out of bounds. “15 mins – Go!” he snapped and I dashed past him to the bathroom. He slapped my ass as I ran by. Once alone, I was able to take care of my toiletries and freshen myself up but I couldn’t so the one thing I really wanted to do – wank! 15 mins later, I stood before him once more, wearing the slave pouch as instructed. He was sat on the sofa wearing my dressing gown and smoking. He had the Cat o’ nine tails with him. “Very good,” he commented, looking at the clock, “Now in the kitchen and make my breakfast. I will have coffee and egg on toast. You will have bread and water.” I nodded. “Yes Master” and set about my task. I could hear him on his mobile phone as I worked but could not hear what was said. I wondered if his threats about Jim from last night were true but didn’t think my best mate would go along with something as cruel as that. When I returned with a tray bearing our breakfast, he was off the phone and seemed pleased. I put the food down and he made me eat mine on the floor. After breakfast, I was made to wash the dishes as he whipped me for every fault he could find. Then I was sent down to the bathroom with orders to prepare a bath. I did so and shortly, he joined me. He put the hood back on me and then dis-robed and climbed into the foamy waters. “Now, slave, clean me!” he ordered. Carefully, as I could not see anything, I began to soap up his muscled body and wash him all over. If I had not been hooded, it would have been a horny experience. The fact I was hooded, made it 10 times more horny. I could feel every bulge of his muscles in my hand but could not see! Real torture beyond anything I had experienced before. My cock strained against its plastic prison. When he was done, he ordered me to towel him down then he left me alone, temporarily, whilst he dressed. When he returned, the hood was again removed. He had assembled various tools and it was clear I was to be shaved and trimmed as he had explained the previous night. The CB3000 was removed and my pubic and body hair was shaved along with my head whilst Immac was spread between my ass cheeks and left to do its work. Five minutes later, I was made to get into the bath - the same water he had used which was now cooler and bubbleless – and I cleaned myself off. He watched me carefully to ensure I didn’t touch my cock. When I was done, he ordered me to stand in the bath whilst he applied baby oil all over my hairless body. The touch of his hands on my smooth skin sent my cock into overdrive and I felt I would cum from the feelings alone. But I didn’t and before we left the bathroom, he reapplied the CB3000 and hood. I was taken back into the dungeon and forced into the cage. He locked it shut and I was left once again in the dark and unable to ease the pressure in my aching bollocks. I again drifted off to sleep, despite being cramped and having only a single blanket to wrap myself in. My uneasy dreams were full of dark happenings and I awoke several times. At one point, I imagined Jim and Darren were stood laughing at me in my humiliation. Then I awoke. It was not a dream. Although I couldn’t see, I could clearly hear Jim’s voice. He was here, in the room, alongside my Master. “Get him out” I heard him say and then heard the padlock being opened. “Out” Darren commanded. Reluctantly, I obeyed. I didn’t want to play – not in front of Jim. It was too humiliating. Too embarrassing. I was stood before them, naked but for the chastity device on my cock and the hood over my head. I guessed this made it easier for them to look at me for they didn’t have to look into my eyes but, knowing they were seeing me like this, didn’t make the humiliation any less for me. “What can we do with him?” Jim asked “Anything you like” Darren replied. Then he snapped “On the bed, face up” I was half pushed into position and quickly my wrists and ankles were secured so I was spread-eagled. The CB3000 was removed and replaced with the studded parachute. Darren explained to Jim about the tiny spikes inside then I felt pulling on it. It hurt and I winced. Jim laughed and I felt more force on it. Then I heard rattling of chains and they somehow managed to secure a constant upward pressure on it meaning my balls were continually subjected to dozens of pin-like pricks. I moaned in pain. “What do these do?” I heard Jim ask, wondering what he was referring to. I soon found out as I felt clamps applied to each nipple, biting hard and deep. This time I yelped with the pain but that seemed to encourage them. “Try this” I heard Darren say. I braced myself for whatever was to come. Suddenly I felt a searing sensation on my chest, making its way down towards my navel. I cried out in the mask, guessing Darren was introducing Jim to the delights of hot candle wax on my body. “Try it on his balls” Darren suggested. I yelled “No!” but it was too late. The hot wax covered my balls and I screamed. My mind was clouded with the pain but my cock, also now being coated in hot wax was harder than steel. Here I was, a worthless piece of meat, providing entertainment for two men. And why shouldn’t I? That was all I was fit for. They were men, it was their right to use me in whatever way they desired. The pain was now intense in my balls, my nipples and from my cock. “Want to make him really suffer? Watch this” Darren said. I was ready to scream. I was ready to shout out my safe word, though I didn’t think it would do any good. The nipple clamps were removed and the relief was overwhelming. The studded parachute was removed. It felt amazing to have my balls free. Something cold soothed the burning sensations of the hot wax. Why had he stopped hurting me – or was he just building up for the big one? I tensed up and prepared for massive pain. And felt nothing, Nothing except his hand on my balls. And then on my cock. His hand, covered in baby oil. Working me. Slowly. Gently. I writhed on the bed. Fuck this was beautiful. He teased my balls, gently squeezing them in his hand. He knew I liked that. “Ohhhh Fuckkkkk! I exclaimed, my mind on another level with so much pleasure after so much pain. “You like that?” he asked, softly. “Yes Master” I replied, squirming and pushing myself up off the bed toward him. “Pleeeeaaaaasssssseeeeeee” I begged, wanting him to go harder, faster. Wanting him to let me cum. But he continued at the same slow, steady pace. “What are you?” he asked. I paused for a moment then replied. “I am yours, Master. Whatever you want me to be. I am your slave, your toy, your piece of meat. I will do anything for you Master, please….” He laughed and stopped all contact with me. “No….Master!” I begged, “PLEASE!” “See how easy it is to control a fag” he said to Jim, who also laughed. “Do you want our cocks?” Darren asked me and I replied instantly “Yes Masters” I didn’t even realise I had said it until Darren pointed it out. “It seems you are now also his Master, Jim” Jim laughed again “fuckin’ queer!” he exclaimed. I heard Darren unzip his jeans and then heard Jim do the same on the other side of me. “Our cocks are out” Darren said, “Here they are” and I felt something brush passed my hand on Darrens side. Of course, my hands were tied to the bed and I couldn’t move them but it didn’t stop me straining against the bonds. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Jim, that’s massive” Darren said, laughing. I had no way of knowing whether they really did have their dicks out or not as I was still hooded but my imagination had taken over. “PLEASE!” I begged again.”PLEASE MASTERS! PLEASE HAVE MERCY” ”What do you want?” Darren asked. “Tell Jim and me what you want” With no thought of my dignity, I pleaded to be allowed to suck them both off. For them to fill me with their spunk. To be fucked. To be spit-roasted. To be ridden like a bitch. To be made to satisfy their every fetish and desire.” I was now so desperate to cum and to be used by these two men, I really would have done anything they demanded of me. Instead, they left me to one side and both climbed onto the bed next to me. I heard various muttering and laughing and I felt a faint thud thud thud. I strained to hear, from inside my hood, what was going on. I heard gasps and moans of pleasure and whispers of “Yeah, that’s good” Like a bolt of lightning it hit me! They were wanking each other off! Of all the tortures I had endured today, this was surely the worst. Not just two young, fit, straight guys wanking each other off but THE two fittest guys in my life, doing it here, right next to me. And I was too well restrained to move a muscle, let alone join in and too well blindfolded to see a thing. But I could feel the bed shaking with their movements and hear their gasps of pleasure and delight. And I cried! I cried in frustration and desperation. I cried real tears and lots of them. I sobbed and yelled and struggled but they ignored me, too far gone in their own pleasure no doubt. Pleasure that should have been mine. Despite my agony, I calmed myself as I could hear from their sounds that one or both of them was getting close to cumming. And I SO wanted to join them. Then I heard a shout and felt warm liquid splatter across my cock and balls. I yelled out in disbelief. “PLEASE” I shouted, “PLEASE – LET ME HAVE IT!” The first wave was quickly followed by more until my cock and balls were dripping with thick creamy straight-boy spunk. I writhed and shivered in unbelievable ecstasy but at the same time sobbed and cried in frustration. I felt some of it being scooped up from across my balls and then the zip was opened on the mouth slit. Fingers were pushed into my mouth and greedily I sucked – on yoghurt! I heard the two of them laughing loudly at me, no doubt finding humour in the way I had completely humiliated myself before them. Thinking it was all real, imagining them with their cocks out and wanking, I had promised them anything and everything in return for a share in their fun. I had debased myself and it had all been a big joke. I felt utterly defeated. Worthless. Useless. Inferior. My dick now lay limp and lifeless though my balls were still swollen and aching. I didn’t deserve to cum. I had been used and abused by two straight guys and I felt broken and sub-human. I began to cry again as they left the room, still laughing at me. |