Thanks for the encouragement guys! Following is my second story. Good Counsul is continuing chapter 3 should be here within a week. As usual comments are appreciated, flames will be ignored. Email < rodwl@comcast.net > Rod
Hard Discovery
Friday finally came, paychecks were distributed. The normal back-up getting away from the office was bad as ever. Terry was glad to see the week come to an end. He couldn't believe all the hassles he had to deal with this week. His company was planning to release his team's newest video game which was six months in programming. Every target date set for this team was accomplished sooner than scheduled. His boss was so pleased by the progress of Terry's team, they had even been given an extra week of vacation for the following week. Then all hell broke loose.
At least it wasn't his fault. His team did everything they could. They were ahead of schedule and were counting on beating any previous time record: however, the new head of the production department, James, thought he knew better and before sending the code to production, this ass-hole decided to change a few lines of code. He thought his contribution would improve the game. When the game became a hit, with his changes, James fantasized he would be set for life and his position with the company would be secure.
After all, unlike the programming team, who were all graduates from the same university and members of the same fraternity, James was from a different school. James graduated fro a school which unfortunately was a chief rival of the school the programmers claimed as their Alma Mater. James dreamed of the day when he could best these characters. These programmers were from an elite school. They had the attitude they were better than everyone else because of money and privilege. On the other hand, James was from a state university. While it cost a lot less, he felt sure his education was every bit as good as theirs. The change in their game code was his chance to show them up.
Everything seemed to be going fine until quality control sent a few copies for testing. In the evenings a number of high school kids were paid by the company to test out any games in production. The kids would try every way to test them, or trash them. They would evaluate the games and give their opinions. If a program didn't get through this step, production would be halted immediately and the team responsible for the game better be able to fix the problem right away.
The test group wasn't thrilled with the game. They couldn't believe what they were sent. Most of the kids worked for the company for a while and were aware of the quality guidelines the company adhered to. The new game didn't come close to those standards, and to put it mildly, they thought if stunk. When their reports hit the quality control administrator's desk Terry was called on the carpet. It took two days for Terry and his team to figure out what happened. One of Terry's team discovered what James had done.
With twenty-four hours of hard work and no sleep, Terry's team managed to pull a rabbit out of the hat and return the code to its original state. Terry approved it and released it to the production computers. They were clever enough to cover their tracks and James was unaware of their reconstructed coding. James cost them precious time which would have allowed them to break a record; however, Terry's manager understood what happened and decided not to revoke the extra vacation time he awarded them.
The team was looking forward to the time off. They managed to get the cabin, close to the edge of a natural forest, about seventy-five miles out of town. The cabin and the land around it were owned by Eddie's family for years. Eddie was a member of Terry's team. It was one of the few pieces of property which had not been deeded back to the National Forest. Families who owned the 10 to 20 acres lots passed them down from generation to generation.
Each time a deed was passed down, there was a rider attached which stated the property must stay within the family. Eddie's father died while he was away at college. When he came back home for his dad's funeral, Eddie was given the deed to the seventeen acres and the cabin with the usual proviso. Eddie loved the cabin. As a boy spent many weeks there. He learned a lot at the cabin. His father often took him there, just the two of them, and left Eddie's mother and two sisters at home.
Eddie's dad always said the cabin was for the men in the family, not the women, they were not invited. Little did any of the women in Eddie's family realize Eddie's father and the other men who owned the cabins in that area all felt the same. The time spent at the cabins was for fathers, sons, uncles, grandfathers or any other men either related or invited to join in the festivities. These were the places where the older generation taught the younger generation what they needed in life, not how to earn a living, but how to really enjoy life. This is where the men taught the boys to be men and enjoy pleasure that could only be bestowed from one man to another, pure unadulterated man to man sex. The men who owned these cabins were very careful. The sons had to become of age before they ever became aware of what the real purpose of these vacation sites where. Until they reached the proper age, everything was kept on the up and up. The cabins were a place where a father and son could camp together, fish together and hopefully, form that bond that could blossom when the son became of age. No perverts or child molesters in the group, just all honest hard working middle class men with a respect for themselves and manhood in general. They knew who they were and what was expected of them in life, but they also knew what could pleasure a man more than anything else, certainly more than any of their wives. With the cabins and the activities indulged there, not one divorce ever took place within these families. The men appreciated their wives and came home just hungry enough that every one of the wives thought their husbands had missed them to the extent that their arrival at home was the start of quite a blissful encounter. The women always seemed to float through the days following their husbands return.
Eddie was indoctrinated into the full purpose of these getaways. At the time of his father's passing, he was still in college and had not married. In fact, he found after his father had introduced him to the male pleasures of the flesh, he instead wanted a male relationship, and endeavored to pursue one all through college. This was the reason bringing him and Terry together. They became close not long after meeting during Eddie's initiation into the fraternity. In short order, he became close to Scott the current president of the fraternity and a senior there. Terry had been Eddie's big brother and really gotten him through hell week. Afterwards, he became a constant source of support, whether it was tutoring in his classes, a shoulder to cry on when he bottomed out over his father's death, or even a jack- off buddy who somehow turned into the love of his life.
The guys had been lucky; Scott had stuck around a few extra years for some grad courses in Computer science. His parents were loaded and really didn't care if he became a professional student. Then suddenly, a year or so after Terry had graduated and gotten a job with the video game company, Scott found himself in a dilemma, his parents were killed in an airplane crash. They were off on vacation again and bam, their plane goes down in a storm and wipes out his meal ticket. Normally a kid with such parents would be set for life, but in this particular case not quite the story. His fathers' wealth was tied up in the business now being managed by his uncle, but the real kicker was his uncle had convinced his father for Scott to make anything of himself, he had to first of all leave school before the age of 26, and secondly from then until the age of 35, work. He would be given five hundred dollars a month for various expenses and provided with a place to live, rented from the business holdings, but in order to receive these he had to show his pay stubs every month before the checks would be written to cover this items. If he did not work, he would be out of luck completely and, if by the age of 30 he was not working constantly and providing these proofs of his labors, the entire estate would pass on to charity.
As luck might have it, when he called Terry his best buddy from college, he found Terry's current assignment was to put together a team to write code for video games. With all the computer science courses he'd taken, the time he had invested in playing exactly those types of games, and his current need for a job, how could he go wrong? It was like manna from heaven. He could be around his best bud, do something he really didn't consider as work, get a paycheck and still work towards eventually receiving his inheritance.
Terry explained he needed a third person as well; in a flash they both said "Eddie!" The three musketeers from the frat could be together again. Eddie just graduated from the university and didn't really know what to do with himself. When Terry left the university and gotten the job Eddie was torn in his decision what to do and had just been drifting for a while. He was living at the cabin since graduation and though he longed for Terry, didn't feel himself to be in a position to do anything other than hang out at the cabin.
When Terry called him and explained what was going on and Scott would be there as well, he couldn't believe what was happening and all too soon agreed to join them. This finally was a way to be back with Terry, be with Scott who he also adored, use what he had learned at the university, and maybe even do something with his life. Maybe his dad had heard his prayers and figured out a way to answer them.
The three men decided that it would be all the better to move in together and through some wheeling and dealing, Scott convinced his uncle to allow his buddies to pay the difference and between his allowance for his apartment and what Eddie and Terry would put in the business rented them a sufficiently sized apartment where they could all live together.
Their dreams where answered, everything in their life seemed to be going according to someone's plan, it wasn't their own, but to them, it was a pretty good one, as far as they were concerned.
Everything was going great, they were in a position to beat the past record for a new game to be created and make it to the store shelves. The pre-release critiques for the game were tremendous. It was expected the game would also beat all previous sales records. Between them they designed a newer set of code that allowed the system to react to the player faster, with more special effects, more surprises, and more twists and turns than any games before. The only problem was the code was very unforgiving, one code error somewhere in the program and the whole thing could go berserk with results so varied and erratic any player would be ready to destroy the game and wish he never seen it. But, without error, and they had painstakingly seen to it there was none, the game operated like no game ever before seen. This version would be the gamer's' dream, he wouldn't want to ever leave this one, unless of course a new version would come out as an update. The guys had already seen to that and were actually through the first stages of the newer version they hoped to complete within about another nine months and market within the year. With the lead in created by the game they were releasing the newer version should sweep the market and trounce any competition.
But now they had a problem, James, that asshole, had screwed around with their baby. He cost them valuable time. Fortunately the quality control caught the problem before any of the games were shipped, but it caused a delay of three or fours days in shipping and cost them the record. They managed to get things corrected without James knowing they had done so, but now they needed to figure a payback for James. How could they do that?
Terry walked into their apartment after stopping at the bank to deposit his check and a quick stop at the local Pizza Hut. It was time for their traditional Friday feast of pizza, bread sticks, and beer. The pizza and bread sticks of course from Pizza Hut, but the beer, well with three guys not much past college age, they had it on tap. It was delivered whenever they called, a keg at a time, unless they were having a party, then maybe two or three. It seemed their beer drinking was still increasing, one would have thought it might start to taper a bit after college but considering the hunk that delivered the beer when they called for a delivery, they just kept it coming and they had to empty the barrel in order to get another one, didn't they? It wasn't a hard delivery for the beer guy, first floor, place for the keg within feet of the door, easy parking just a matter of a few feet outside the door, it seemed at least one or more of the guys were always waiting to take delivery, they did call at odd times, and though the delivery wasn't hard, the delivery man always ended up very hard and as drained as the keg he was taking away when he finally was leaving. Funny how the office knew to always schedule this stop as the last one for the day!
With the pizza and bread sticks gone and the beer starting to take its hold the guys started to discuss their latest problem, James. It seems Eddie did some checking and found out a little bit about him during the afternoon, once the fires were extinguished. James was indeed a funny bird. He graduated from the state university with a degree in computer science, made good scores but not straight A's. He dated a few girls during his college career but seemed to be unattached at the time. From what could be determined, at the present he wasn't going with anyone, lived alone and didn't seem to have much of a life outside of work.
The three were planning on going up to the cabin on Saturday morning and stay the week. They earned the week of vacation and thought this was the best place to spend it. They could really relax, after the last six months, they needed it. They tried to get away at least a week-end a month but that short amount of time didn't really let them get fully recharged. It wasn't a long enough time for them all to drain each other completely and thoroughly, they just seemed to get started and they ended up heading back to the city for another week on their project. They would make a few stops in the morning for supplies and then the sun, the lake, and each other for a whole week. That should revitalize them.
Odd as it might seem they were not a group of guys to sleep in. As the sun arose on Saturday morning, so had the guys. Everything they needed for week needed to be packed and taken to the car. There weren't many clothes; they didn't need them at the cabin, but their bags of toys they loved so well, needed to go. One would think since Eddie owned the cabin he would just keep a full supply there but in his generosity he allowed his uncle to take his son up there and still being underage, the items were best not left on the premises. This was the reason he had to reserve his own cabin, his uncle also used it quite often and the guys didn't want him showing up with his son, at least not this week. His cousin was really the inquisitive type and snoopy as well. If he caught sight of something unusual he would definitely ask all the wrong questions. His uncle would have a problem and in turn so would Eddie for having left the item there where his cousin could find it.
Once packing was done, the suburban was all loaded, whatever they needed to take was in and the coolers where in place to accept the items they would pick up at the grocery. The guys locked up the apartment after verifying all was ready and OK to be left for a week, and leaped into the car to finish the business needed before heading out for the cabin.
Though an hour for these three guys didn't seem too long, that's what it took for them to finally decide on everything they would need for their time at the cabin. They always bought more than they figured they would need. Occasionally someone would stop by, or, if nothing else it was nice to bring some back so the house wouldn't be empty of food when they returned. They were usually too tired to go shopping on the way back, and it was usually too late anyway.
Eddie seemed to be going a little more overboard than usual. He seemed to be putting a little more in the basket than his normal, but no one thought anything about it, Eddie was Eddie, he never wanted to run out of anything, "always better to have too much than not enough", he was always telling the other guys.
As they pulled out of the grocery parking lot, Eddie turned a different direction than normal. When Scott asked him, "What gives?" Eddie replied with a question. "You know how we have been trying to think of a way to get back at James?"
"Yeah!" chimed it both of the other guys at the same time.
"Well I think I know of a way. Are you with me?"
"Lay it on us, what are we going to do?" asked Scott.
"I told you I got a lot of info on James yesterday, well, I also found out a few of his usual habits and where he lives. I'll explain on the way over there, but let's just say for now we're going to ask him to join us for the weekend at the cabin."
"But we aren't coming back tomorrow evening and he would need to get back to go to work wouldn't he?" asked Terry "Especially after that screw up, his job is probably really on the line, I would think!"
"Yeah it probably is, but we are just going to help things along a little bit, he will think he's coming back Sunday, but when we get through he won't have anything to come back for, that is when we do, if we do, bring him back."
Their drive was only about ten minutes, but since the three usually were able to complete each others thoughts, as soon as Eddie began to outline his plan the others picked up on what he had in mind and before they could pull up in front of James' place they all knew and agreed exactly what they were going to do. James would really wish he never messed with their programs by the time the guys were done.
The only concern was if they couldn't convince him to join them for the weekend. Terry was so upset over what James did that he didn't feel it would be an obstacle. He would come with them one way or the other, and he had just the idea of the "other" if James didn't want to cooperate with their initial plan.
Their only hope now was that James stayed with his normal schedule today. They found that he normally stayed home, as if he really went anywhere anyway on Saturday, and cleaned his little apartment. After finishing it he would normally leave around noon to eat at the Mceydee's around the corner. Since it was about 10:30 they figured he should still be at home.
Terry thought it might be best if he went alone so, by himself, he skittered up the two flights of stairs leading to James apartment. A few seconds after ringing the bell James came to the door, casually dressed in shorts, tee- shirt and sandals, nothing surprising there, but the look on his face as he realized who his visitor was was priceless. He never expected to see Terry, his rival standing at his doorstep. The surprise certainly was indicated by his lack of speech. After a good 30 seconds Terry asked "Do you mind if I come in for a moment? I have a rather special invite for you."
Realizing he shouldn't tip his hand James came to his senses enough to reply, "Sorry, I don't know what happened to my manners, please come in. I was just cleaning so the place is still a little bit of a mess."
"No, it looks fine to me; wish my place looked as clean all the time. You know I realize you haven't been with the company all that long and well Eddie, one of the guys on my team has a cabin a little bit out of town and we thought, Eddie, Scott and I, that is, that you might enjoy a week-end to relax, we could all get to know each other a little better. It would be kind of a way to welcome you to the company family."
"Terry, I'm quite surprised that you would ask, I really never thought you guys would consider yourselves as the welcoming committee and make such an invitation. But I don't know if I can accept. This is rather short notice and things have been crazy at work. I have to be there Monday bright and early, even more so than normal, I already was told I need to meet with one of the VPs first thing Monday morning."
"Not a problem. We'll get you back tomorrow evening and you can be all ready for Monday AM. After all, there's a good chance by tomorrow night you can feel recharged, getting away and all, and ready to take on next week, even a meeting with the VP. Why not? Just grab a few things and we can go, the guys are waiting in the car."
"They are? I don't know, I hate to put you guys out. You don't want you to wait around for me to get ready. Maybe some other time, go ahead, why don't I take a rain check?"
"Sorry, we don't issue rain checks. We won't take no for an answer, you are new to the company and whenever possible we like to show the new guys just what kind of family we can be and to do so we invite them up for the week-end at the cabin. So grab your stuff and let's go!"
"I guess that doesn't give me much choice does it? OK, if you are so insistent, give me a few minutes and I'll throw some things in a bag."
As James went into his bedroom and started to grab a few things he wondered just what was going on. This was too nice for these guys, or at least so he thought, maybe they where all right after all. A night up at a cabin would be nice. He hadn't been able to do that since his senior year in high school when he and his best buddy spent a few nights in his buddy's father's cabin. Those were some nights, he really enjoyed them, but things went wrong shortly thereafter and he hadn't seen that buddy since. They had played around a little and things went a little far. James had admitted to his buddy that he was gay and had fallen in love with him. His buddy went berserk and ordered him out of the cabin. After what happened he was afraid to try to get close to anyone. No wonder he had such a miserable time at the university. Maybe things could be different now; maybe he could enjoy this week-end.
Shortly after James walked out of his room and when all seemed to be in order, him and Terry entered the hall, James locked the door behind him and they set out for the car. James was still shaking his head in disbelief as he approached the new suburban and found Eddie and Scott waiting for them.
As they got a few blocks from his apartment Eddie offered James a bottle of water, the other guys were already working on one each and he readily accepted it, it was a warm day and though the air conditioning was running full blast he was thirsty and appreciated the offer.
Within a matter of a few minutes Scott reached over and caught the bottle of water as it started to slip out of James' hand, his head slumping forward as he entered into a deep sleep.
"Step two completed," mused Scott as he threw bottle and cap out the opened window.
"That should hold him till about a half an hour after we get to the cabin I would figure," replied Eddie triumphantly followed by the slightest hint of an evil laugh. In seconds Scott and Terry had joined him in his laughter.
Once they arrived at the cabin it was time to put the next step of their plan into action. The three guys, all pretty well built, easily carried James into the cabin. As soon as they brought in some of their bags of supplies Eddie proceeded to remove the various decorations through the rings mounted on one wall in the vast living room. This wall was just to the side of the great stone fireplace and ended up being the hottest spot in the room when the fireplace was really stoked. It was also at such an angle it wasn't seen as anyone came into the front foyer. The men had to laugh at the fact that the rings normally were disguised as they held the odd assortment of decorations. No one would ever suspect their true purpose; James however was very shortly going to discover it.
Scott pulled the leather straps out of a bag and attached one each to James neck, wrists, thighs and ankles. With the help of the other two James was quickly suspended in mid-air a good foot off of the floor with his wrists out wide, his neck firmly held in place, his thighs tight to the wall to keep movement to a minimum and his feet about as far apart as the guys could stretch them. To add to the soon realization of humiliation James would experience; all but his underwear was removed. The three musketeers stepped back and grinned as they gazed over the still sleeping body of their victim.
"What the hell! What is going on? What are you doing to me?" shouted James as he suddenly awoke and found himself in the rather precarious position in front of his three tormentors.
"So glad you could join us, ass-hole!" retorted Terry, you really fucked us up this last week and now it's our turn to return the favor. Hope you'll enjoy your little visit with us, I know we sure will!"
"Eddie, since when do you allow such a piece of crap to wear any clothes in your cabin?" asked Scott.
"You know, you're right, I guess we'll just have to remedy that and since I do believe James is kind of tied up at the moment you want to grab a knife from the kitchen and do the honors?
Scott quickly returned from the kitchen with an oversize butcher knife and after waving it in the air in front of James' face he speedily turned the last two vestiges of James coverage into shreds. As the mere swatches of material fell away, Scott announced that now all was well. The problem had been taken care of.
James was not one to agree with Scott's assessment. Hanging totally bare-assed in front of his enemies there was no way to hide. His arms and legs splayed as they were out from his body, his privates could not have been any more on display. Everything was visible and as much as he was trying to will it away, his cock was swelling and rising to attention.
The guys just stood and stared, making the situation all the worse for James, Eddie then commented that it really took some balls for James to do what he had done to their program and now that they could get a closer look they had to admit he really did have balls. This comment only helped to cause James to turn a deeper shade of crimson as first his face, and then his entire body began to reflect his situation. One would almost think the fireplace was really cranking. The embarrassment was not only turning his skin red, but he was sweating all over.
"Since you really showed some balls with your stunts we need to put a clamp on yours to show you just how we feel." Said Terry as he approached with one of his favorite toys and pulled James testicles first through a hole in an eight inch round board. He then tightened up two clamps, similar to a c-clamp one over each testicle so that they became flattened to the board then with Scott's assistance they began to pull his scrotum in opposite directions as they fanned out the scrotum in a fan like pattern and held it extended with pushpins around the outer edges.
James was on the verge of passing out but with a little water thrown in his face, promptly came back.
The guys took turns explaining just what they were going to do to James over the next few hours and how he was going to become their slave. When they were finished James' only desire would be to service their every wish. The pain he was now feeling would be minor in comparison to what was to come, and if he passed out, they would simple wait to revive him before continuing.
Several more bags were opened and James could not believe the number of items that were becoming attached to his body. There were clamps chewing into his nips causing pain like he never felt before. A chain was attached between them and another went to a ring on the end of some kind of torturous device laced around his cock, tightly constraining every inch from its base to the tip of his glans with a lace pulled excruciatingly tight and criss-crossed back and forth as is made its way to the tip. Adding insult to injury several bags of clothes pins were produced and a goodly amount of time was spent experimenting with designs made by cinching the skin with the pins all over James body. As the guys decided they liked the several hundred pins now residing on their victim. They made sure, through the aid of the mirror on the opposite wall James had seen full view of his predicament. The next item produced was a hood. Adeptly fastening the hood in place Eddie finished with the insertion of a gag to insure James' silence. James soon discovered the hood had a special breathing tube attached so now even his oxygen would be controlled. Covers over the eyes took away his sight and appropriate padding stunted his hearing.
As if he wasn't at the panic point, these last manipulations were more than enough to put him over the edge. He now feared for his life, not just his well being. Though he wanted to hyperventilate his oxygen was being controlled. He was being totally controlled, his body taken over; he realized that in his oxygen something else was present. Then it hit him, these bastards were giving him poppers with the oxygen. His mind was taking off for a trip now. All the pain was changing. His body was experiencing some odd since of pleasure. He barely noticed his thighs being released as within seconds his ass was invaded with something, he didn't know what, but it was cylindrical and hard and it was now firmly implanted through his sphincter and a distance up inside him. Within a few moments his thighs were once again fastened down.
The anal invader began to vibrate. Suddenly at random intervals it sent a shockwave through his system as jolts of current surged through his body. His body traveled to another plane, any sense of reality he might have known was totally obliterated. His entire being was continually being bombarded in a way he could never imagine possible. How long this continued and how long his body endured this racking level series of pain and pleasure was beyond his grasp. It seemed to go on and on without end. But at some point the jolts ended. A calm blanket-like feeling came over him as pain radiated from countless points all over his body, but the only thing that stood out as changing was his own heartbeat, drowning out any other sound he could possible hear. Just his heartbeat, reverberating throughout his body, laid testament that he did still exist. His solitude was suddenly shattered as he felt the taste of a small whip as it lashed out at his body flicking off one or two clothes pins at a time. As they ripped away, the tips of the whip ate at his flesh, stinging as if he were being attacked by a hoard of wasps. When the pin flew off into oblivion the pain that erupted at the previous point of contact could only serve to push him farther and farther into that excited state of mind he was soaring through. His body wanted to shake with convulsions of pain but the restraints were ever so diligent in keeping him immobile. When all the pins were gone the whip found another landing place, all over the board stretching his scrotum. It was as if his ball sac was a quilt on a frame; extended till every millimeter was held taut as a skin over a drum head, pulled to a point were the skin became translucent and one could swear you could read right thru it. It was fortunate that he had not eaten since early morning as the punishment he was receiving would have certainly caused him to vomit anything that might still remain within his stomach. When he felt he again was ready to pass out, the assault suddenly ceased. The tension suddenly started to be released on his tender scrotum as the pins were removed one by one from the board that had held it hostage. The clamps loosened and the pressure receded from his testicles. The board was slipped away from his body allowing his sack to hang freely at last as numerous trickles of blood covered the tortured flesh. A hand reached out and began removing the prison entrapping his cock and suddenly as the clamps were removed from his chest, his mind exploded with white lights as a different pain found its home within the center of his breasts.
Each item of torture slowly retreated and left his body with some other previously never known sensation left behind. The last item to exit was the hood. As he shook his head the sweat hurled through the area as if he were a dog shaking out after coming out of the water. His body was white with splotches of red wherever some instrument of pain had been attached.
The anal invader was gone, but in its wake he was stretched; his rosebud was open, puffy and very tender. As his captors removed him from the wall he was unable to stand. It took two of them to hold him up and move him into the bathroom. For a fleeting moment he thought, no prayed, that his torture had ended but he sensed deep within these three were not finished, they had something else they were going to do. Some other torture to make him wish he were no longer among the living.
His moment passed all too quickly as he found himself being cuffed to an overhead set of hooks in the shower. Without a chance to even guess what could be coming next he heard the sound of clippers as they attacked his body and began to remove any hair that had grown there. Shaving cream followed and a couple of straight edged razors removed any existing stubble and James soon realized that his body was now as smooth as the day he was born. He also realized through all this manipulation his cock had remained as hard as steel. His recognition of this fact was only emphasized as he realized that now being able to walk, one of his captors was utilizing his cock as a handle to lead him to the next venue of his degradation.
As he was lead back to the living room he encountered before him an odd looking rack. The top simply looked like a 2x4 about three feet long padded and covered with leather. This was held in place by another 2x4 on each side extending down to a base providing the stability needed as well as places on the near side that would hold the ankles and fixtures on the opposite side to engage the wrists, thus firmly positioning its captor in such a manner that his rump was quite prominently displayed and accessible. The feet were even held at a sufficient distance apart so it would be impossible to keep ones sphincter hidden.
Without hesitation James became acquainted dearly with this new device and found he was unable to move. His legs and wrists were tightly bound. In such a position his muscles were stretched and unable to contract.
The air whooshed as the leather strap found its way towards his ass. Blow after blow landed in an area bounded by James lower back and upper thighs. His skin now returned to the crimson of his previous humiliation but now went deeper, some places appearing almost ready to bleed, some starting to turn other colors. Heat could be felt radiating from the skin.
When Terry, Scott and Eddie each tired their arms, they returned the leather strap to its bag and fastened a strap over the top of James' lower back holding his torso tightly while they moved the cuffs on his wrists to a higher position enabling James' head to be raised level with the top of the device.
Warning James of the consequences if his teeth were felt, his torture was to continue. While Eddie held on to James' ears he forced his 9" cock into the confines of James' mouth and began a fast assault on his throat. At the same time Terry positioned his 10" rod in James' ass crack and then skewered him in one plunge without mercy. The two men soon established a rhythm that kept one end or the other full at all times. It happened with such speed and savagery that James didn't have the time to gag or consider his reaction. Each stroke in his ass was assaulting his prostate. His mind was in a state of overload causing all thoughts to be cast away. His only realization was that a feeling of pleasure was holding him captive; his body was consumed in ecstasy. As one of the men would come to orgasm they would exit the orifice and yield to another who would take over to continue the assault. By the time and hour and a half had past each of the three assailants had come twice, once in each end of their victim.
The number of times James had come was unknown, but it happened several times, between the precum and his ejaculations there was a large wet pool beneath him. Again unable to stand or walk on his own James had to be assisted as he was released. This time his journey was again short, but just as surprising, as he was shoved into a cage in an adjoining storage room. The cage was evidently intended for a larger breed of dog and tonight James was taking the place of that dog. Naked with no bedding, he was unable to stand or even sit up properly; his body was only folded to a fashion so it could be contained within. Against his skin were the metal bars forming his prison. Under most circumstances, there would have been no way he could have gotten to sleep, but after what he had gone through, his body had to retreat and soon he was totally out. His body needed its rest and one way or the other it was going to get it, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.
Cleaning up and putting everything away the three felt that their actions were justified in punishing James for his transgressions. They had a few more ideas in mind, probably things that could be a longer reminder of what happened but those would wait for the morning. Grabbing a few sandwiches and beer the happy men decided it was time for bed and their gentler sexual relations. Then some sleep, and they would be ready for the morning. They weren't going to worry about James, he'd live and he certainly couldn't get away as the cage was not only very substantial, but had a trusty and heavy padlock sealing his fate for at least this night.
As the sun rose James awoke aching all over, hungry and full of worry. He knew that the meeting scheduled with the VP could mean he was now going to be out of work. The guys made it very clear they had found out just what he did. This may be their revenge, but he felt they probably also arranged to have him burnt at the stake at work. He didn't know what he was going to do now. His life really was in the toilet. With his job gone and the fact his parents thrown him out when they found he was gay, he had no where to turn. He now saw himself as a slave after what the three did to him yesterday, maybe that is what he should be, if he could find a master who would care for him and take care of him, his worries would be over. So much for long range plans, at this point he didn't even have an assurance that he'd see tomorrow, he was almost surprised that he was seeing this morning.
As normal, the three guys awoke early and were contemplating what treats they would have in store for James today. In the back of their collective mind they still had not decided whether or not they really wanted to totally end James' career with their company. Maybe they could work something out that would be to their advantage and the further humiliation for James. They'd just have to see how things played out today and how James reacted to what they had in store for him.
Completing their normal morning ablutions the trio approached the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast. As they waited for the aromas to become prevalent and all items ready, they decided it was time to check on James. They went into the storage room and before unlocking the cage managed to attach a leash and collar to him. Opening the door to the cage they pulled him out by the leash and collar and once he regained his footing he almost fell again as a swift foot landed in his side as he was instructed to stay on all fours.
Led like a dog following behind, the three men tugged the leash taking him outside where he was told to do his morning duties. Again humiliation colored his skin as he relieved himself in the yard. Satisfied with their control, the trio marched him back into the cabin, this time into the kitchen where they proceeded to dish up their meals and sit down to eat. No indication was made that James would be fed anything; the plates the three had dished up where so overfilled one could hardly imagine someone being able to finish it all. The other disheartening fact was they had emptied the serving bowls. All of the food prepared was on their plates.
As they each completed what they wanted to eat they proceeded to get up and go to the sink. The food left on each plate seemed to be being dumped into a garbage disposal. One was never turned on, but from where James was sitting, on all fours like a dog, they angle did not allow him to see into the sink. He just sat and watched hearing his growling stomach as the three in turn emptied their plates into the sink. When Eddie, the last to finish, completed his part he reached into the sink and lifted out a stainless steel bowl akin to the type a dog would be fed from and placed it on the floor before James. In it was the food scraped off of the three men's plates. Following instructions that he could not use his hands but had to eat as a dog would, James without any show of shame, dove into the food. While he was devouring his breakfast another bowl, containing water was placed alongside. With a certain degree of difficultly James managed to empty both bowls.
In his appreciation he thanked the men for the food. The sincerity of his words was not lost on the men. Even so, they informed him he could now stand and was to clean the kitchen. His time would be limited to complete the task and he would be punished if they found anything to be out of order.
James relished in the fact that he was to do something normal and made quick work of his assignment. The kitchen was spotless and everything found a place in no time at all.
Observing the way James completed his tasks the men looked at each other as if to be reading each other's minds. They shook their head in the affirmative and decided to proceed with the next step in their new plan.
Opening yet another bag Eddie had packed; Scott was presented with the tools of one of his hobbies. James was brought and secured to a chair. Scott then proceeded to pierce James, both nips received rather stunning rings, and then, once his legs were tethered, a decent size PA found its way as the newest adornment to a rather shocked but surprisingly grinning captive.
Terry released James from his bonds and when released James quickly knelt to the floor in front of his tormentors. As a look of surprise crossed their faces, James lowered his head to the floor before the men and one by one placed a kiss on their right foot. As he did so he looked upward at each man and made the simple statement, "Please forgive me master for what I have done."
The look of surprise on each man's face morphed into a look of shock as they heard the words of James request. As the shock fleeted and they returned to the reality of the moment they realized that something was askew. Putting aside all their other plans for James punishment a revelation embraced their collective minds and at the same moment they all said, "James take a seat, we need to talk."
Their conversation lasted for several hours. They asked several questions and found out much more about James. They also realized much more about themselves and exactly what seemed to be developing between the four of them. James admitted to them that he had been thrown out by his family when they learned he was gay. He found out about the three living together and thought they might be involved with each other. Their camaraderie came across to him as snobbery, deep down he just wished he could enjoy the same type of relationship they did. He actually became jealous of them and wished he could be with them. In his jealousy he really thought if he could improve on their coding perhaps they would take notice of him. That's what he really wanted, he wanted them to accept and maybe someday love him as well. When they abducted him they gave him the treatment he felt he deserved and prayed that the reason they did it was because they actually had some feeling for him, even if it was a master/slave relationship. As he contemplated his situation during the night and then the way they treated him, but then showed that they actually were taking care of him, he felt maybe they would be willing to continue. If he could only serve as their slave, at least he would be near them; he knew he would then have someone who cared about him. When they pierced his body he took it as their acceptance of him, in his mind they laid claim to his body and joy filled him. With that in mind he hoped by his words and deeds he could convince them he would freely submit to them.
When the conversation had ended James found the men had not let it be known just what part he played in the fiasco at work and as far as any one there knew it was some fluke that caused the problem. Though missing the deadline to beat a previous record they corrected the problem and the shipment of the new game was delayed by a few days, but the reaction had been great. With the right thing said at the right time to the right person it was very possible to keep James from losing his job. Of course, he would be indebted to these three, but in his longing for companionship he decided that the anger shown by the three was really an indication they did care for him. If they hadn't they could have just seen that he'd been fired and that would have been the end of it. James was not only happy to, but actually made the suggestion that if they would accept him, he would gladly become their slave. Between the four of them and on Terry's suggestion it was decided James would indeed become something akin to a slave to the three, but really more like a live in butler with certain fringe benefits. They would arrange for him to keep his job and he would promise he would never again mess with their code. In his sincerity the men realized there was something between them and they were convinced on some level they acted not as much out of anger but instead out of some other motivation that could indeed bring them together.
It was decided that Terry would call the VP on Monday morning. Somehow when he did he managed to smooth everything over and get the week off for James as well. With that change James was kept at the cabin for the week.
He tried to act as a slave and serve his new masters but the three men quickly discovered they were much more comfortable with a little different arrangement. James would have certain responsibilities and would take care of things on the home front as a servant would do, but he would stand on a more equal footing with the other guys. As when it was just the three musketeers, it was share and share alike, all for one and one for all. Well things weren't to change other than now there would be four of them. At work they would all continue in their normal positions. At home it was a different matter.
By the end of the week it was decided that James would move in with the other three and arrangements were made to get him out of his apartment.
Things also became better at work; the four were a dynamo no one else could touch. They were able to dovetail each others actions to the point that everything went smoother than ever before. The company never saw such cooperation between departments and sales were on the rise.
Ten years after that fateful week-end:
"Scott, are you ready to go?" yelled James over the intercom.
It seemed in the last few years a lot of things changed, all because a number of things stayed the same. For a few years after their life-changing episode the four men morphed into a lifestyle fitting each of them. James did work around the house, cleaning, and acting somewhat like a butler. Each of the other guys did their own thing; Scott continued to do piercing whenever the opportunity arose. At this point all the guys sported similar adornments, as well as several of their friends. Terry always seemed to be the manager both at work and at home. Eddie was the provisioner. He always did the shopping and since the other guys didn't really care to do that much of it, he took care of it, with of course the exception that James always accompanied him, and of course carried the bags. The one thing that did change though was that each of the men became very versatile; no one individual remained totally dominant or submissive. They alternated between their roles and a deep bond grew between them. Each man grew to love each of the others and enjoyed taking as well as being taken. Their week-ends seemed to be an endless orgy bringing a fulfillment and joy to each of them.
About five years after the incident bringing them together there was another upheaval at work. This time though it was more of a financial one with the management. Sales were through the roof but the owner got a little lazy and then started gambling. The company was doing well but the owner was sinking into debt. Scott got into a position of trust with his uncle and they were really starting to get along as peers, his uncle no longer looked down upon him but actually felt great pride in the fact that Scott accomplished so much. With the problems arising with their employer the four found by pooling a decent portion of their assets and Scott having convinced his uncle it was a great opportunity they managed to work out an agreement whereby they collectively took ownership of 60 percent of the company and Scott's uncle through the business acquired the remaining 40 percent. The men were now the owners, at least the controlling interest of the company. With their combined attempts within a year of the buy-out they increased the sales phenomenally. This allowed them to buy out the remaining 40 percent and they could now claim a full 25 percent interest each. With the relationship they enjoyed it never presented a problem. It seemed to be a quite short period of time before James reflected exactly the same opinion of the other three and they found themselves in accord on every decision of any consequence. They had their minor squabbles but they were just that, too minor to be of consequence.
Another major occurrence took place. The guys realized they wanted someone to inherit their wealth, but with their relationship no one had figured out a way for any one of them to become pregnant. They tried, heaven only knows how they tried, but it wasn't to be. When Eddie's family started pressuring him, and Scott's uncle started making comments, the four decided to have a serious discussion to see if they could come up with a solution.
After assessing all their options they did arrive at a conclusion. It really was quite simple, unless you consider it from their lawyers' point of view. They each donated sperm. Four women were found who would; for certain benefits carry a child to term and then surrender the child to the men as guardians. Each of the men would have full right of guardianship for each of the children. The only part unusual was the fact that no one would know whose child was whose. All four would be raised as siblings and all four would inherit equally from all four men.
Since the business had done so well Scott no longer needed the pittance allowed him in the trust so he discontinued the monthly subsidies and allowed it to stay with the trust to gain interest. The men built a new large home, everything they could possible need was there. The extra staff that was brought on to take care of the kids had accommodations sure to satisfy anyone.
The four children happened to all end up being boys, much to the pleasure of all the men. The boys had their fathers, the four men spent every possible moment with their sons, each establishing a deep bond with each of them. There was never any preference; each boy knew that each man loved them with all their heart and they could freely speak with any of their dads about anything. The cabin of course had been a great help with that, each of the boys loved roughing it with their quartet of dads. Whether they wanted to fish, swim, hike, study nature or just be in their presence, each son knew they could turn to any of their dad's at any time. Each of the fathers were still apprehensive that things were going to change in the next few years as the boys became teens, but they all hoped that the ground work had been laid and the example set.
As they piled into their van one of the boys asked where they were going so dressed up. Scott explained that the time had come and he had some business to attend to with their great-uncle and then they were going out to celebrate. Truth of the matter was Scott turned 35 that day. After all those years and all the work, his uncle was right, today having meet all the requirements, Scott was to have signed over to him his full inheritance. He had done it. His extended family would now be the beneficiary of his work. No one could be prouder than the men in that van.
As each man was lost in their own thought it was not unusual how each of them looked back over the last ten years and how that fateful weekend caused each of them to search their own soul and make the hard discovery that lead them to such fulfillment and happiness as a now extended family.
The end.
Written by Rod rodwl@comcast.net