After kissing the leather strap as commanded I tried to brace myself for the inevitable. The first blow feels like fire at first and I scream and start begging Kyle to please stop but my pleas just turn him on even more. Nine more times he uses it on me. Every stroke stings like hell but it's obvious he does not intend to cause any real damage. They just want to hear me beg and scream, so I do. Brad orders me to look at his cock. It's thick, hard and leaking as he slowly pumps it with his oil soaked right hand. "Get ready, pretty boy," he taunts, I'm going to fuck that hot little ass of yours". Immediately after the tenth stroke of the strap delivered by Kyle, Brad moves behind me. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my anal opening. Then he simply rams it home. The rape is long, slow and hard. I can feel his balls smacking against my crotch as he rams his huge cock in and out of my previously virgin ass. Finally, with a howl of ecstacy, he explodes inside me. There is a popping sound as he slowly pulls out. Even while Kyle is taking his place, Brad steps around in front of me, grabs hold of my hair and presents his slime covered, still hard cock to my face and orders me to open my mouth. "Clean it slaveboy" he commands I submissively obey just as Kyle plunges into my ass. He is just as brutal. He is also just as dominating when he finishes and forces me to lick and suck his glistening cock clean. They next release my ankles and the end of the leash from the table, leaving my hands bound behind my back. They make me kneel before them, Kyle holding the leash leading to my collar. They are both grinning as the look down at me. Once again my own cock is betraying me, standing at full attention, bouncing, leaking in obvious anticipation of what they have in store for me next. With Kyle holding the leash he orders me to crawl around behind Brad. "Start licking his ass" he commands me. Knowing I have no choice but to obey I begin running my tongue all over Brads small perfectly round ass deliberately avoiding the divide between, but I don't get away with that for long as Brad orders me to get in there. He makes me spend the next ten minutes slavishing licking up and down the crack of his ass paying particular attention to his tight opening. They are both taunting me for my submissiveness calling me their little ass-licker, their slut, their cunt, their whore, their bitch. This verbal abuse continues when they switch places. Kyle's ass is even smaller than Brad's. Thankfully all I taste and smell from both is sweat but it is still humiliating. When my ordeal is finally over, they both stand in front of me, Brad holding the leash as they gleefully point out my hard bobbing cock. "See, what did I tell you" smirked Kyle "he's getting off on this" All I could do was remain silent. They both put on their jeans. Suddenly I realized I had to pee real bad.I started to ask for permission to do so but the glare from both of them reminded me of the only proper way to approach them. I immediately bowed down and began licking Kyle's feet until he acknowledged me. I was granted permission to speak. "Please Master Kyle. I have to pee so bad." They were smiling at each other as Brad knelt down and untied my hands. Kyle then ordered me onto my hands and knees. "You'll pee like the doggy you are, bitch" he snapped pulling on my leash forcing me to crawl along behind him and out into the yard. He then lead me over to a tree where I had to perform the humiliating act in front of him. Not an easy thing to do with an erection. He then lead me back into the house the same way. Once inside I was ordered to stand while he removed the leash from my collar. "Now, slaveboy, start getting this place cleaned up. We're having a little party tonight and this place better be spotless when our guests arrive. Then clean yourself up as well. We want our entertainment looking presentable as well." They were both smirking.....