Note: This story contains explicit male to male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't look back!
Office Boy -- Chapter 14
The shop owner wiped the blood off of Troy's newly pierced tit and placed an adhesive bandage over it. "You'll need to turn the ring twice a day to aid in forming scar tissue in the hole. Don't put a lot of pressure on it just yet. Just hold the ring and turn it a little. You can also flip it up and down, like a light switch. Then when it heals you'll have a well-pierced tit and you can go from there."
"Thanks," Jake said. "Maybe I'll bring him back to get a ring in his ball sack and perineum. Maybe a PA..."
Troy's eyes brightened at the thought and he grinned at Jake.
"Anytime you're ready," the man answered, smiling.
Troy carefully pulled his shirt on and they left the shop.
"How about some breakfast boy?" Jake asked Troy.
"Yes Sir. That would be great. I'm famished. Thank you Sir."
As they sat eating their food and watching the morning sunlight stream through the streets of the Village, Troy couldn't keep himself from touching the ring in his tit, even though it was sore. Jake glanced over at him and caught his eyes. Troy quickly put his hand into his lap and looked down.
"Look at me boy!" Troy raised his eyes and smiled into Jake's deep blue eyes. "Are you happy boy?"
"Yes Sir. I've never been so happy Sir."
"Good, because I'm happy too. You know, even though you've submitted to me to be my slave, I also know I love you. I wouldn't be happy if you weren't happy. If ever you decide that you're no longer happy, you need to let me know. If we can't work it out, then I'll release you."
"Oh no Sir! I can't imagine not being happy with you. It makes me happy just to look at you and serve you. If I can make you happy, then I'll always be happy Sir."
"That's my boy. I had an idea from the moment I laid eyes on you that somehow, we'd be together."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"No, I should thank you. I've had other boys before, but none ever made me happy and satisfied me the way you do. I love you Troy."
Troy dropped his eyes in embarrassment and pleasure that was tinged with humility. He couldn't understand nor believe that the man he lived to serve was happy having him as his slave and loved him in return. Somehow he knew that this was unusual. He was anxious that somehow, if his Master cared about him that much, then he hadn't done what he was supposed to do. He didn't know a lot about it but somehow, he didn't think that Masters were supposed to love their slaves. Use them, yes. Enjoy them? Of course. But love them? Troy couldn't imagine that such a thing was very commonplace in this new world he'd stumbled into.
So a new item was added to the routine. Each morning, after Jake held his dick so that he could pee and cleaned his ass after he'd crapped; after his Master had shaved his cock and balls and trimmed his bush; after he'd put on the chrome cock ring and snapped the weighted ball- stretcher on his lengthening sack; after all this would come the "turning of the ring". Jake would wipe disinfectant on the exposed surface of the ring and then turn it one hundred and eighty degrees. Troy would suck in his breath as the clotted blood pulled loose and the disinfectant-coated surface would be turned inside the hole in his tit. He wasn't sure which hurt more: the pain of the twisting or the sting of the disinfectant. Then Jake would flip the ring up and down like a light-switch, just as the man had told him. Already, after only a couple of days, the hole was beginning to heal and the stinging and pain were subsiding. The scar tissue was beginning to form, and soon, the ring was no longer encrusted with blood each morning and turned freely.
Jake continued training Troy, conditioning him to take more and more pain. He learned to open his ass and accept larger and larger butt plugs with ease. He also was learning how to clamp down with his sphincter and give Jake great pleasure when he gave Troy the joy of receiving his fuck. Jake used a variety of whips, belts, paddles and cats on him to toughen his senses and heighten his arousal. Pleasure and pain were inextricably intertwined in Troy's mind. His best orgasms, when Jake permitted him to come at all, were when he was being beaten and fucked hard. And of course, when Jake added tit work into the session. Tit clamps with weights attached only increased Troy's arousal. Or sometimes, Jake would attach a toothed clamp to his left tit and hang a weight from the ring in his right. This action would send Troy over the top with lust and desire. And that, naturally, meant he gave Jake a better fuck, whether Jake was using his mouth and throat or his ass. . Jake didn't let him come often and his balls ached much of the time with unspent jism, but when it was permitted, Troy would shoot like a fire hose. One time, he came with such force that his cum hit Jake under the chin and, after making him clean it off with his tongue, Jake gave him a good bare-handed, over-the-knee spanking, which just further excited Troy as his Master grasped his stiff dick between his hairy thighs and he felt his Master's hard cock poking against his belly.
So Jake conditioned Troy to place his orgasm under his Master's control. One day, after a whipping, Jake released him from the shackles and cuffed his hands behind his back.
"Now, when I say 'Come', you'll have two minutes to come. If you don't, you'll be punished. You can do anything you like to stimulate yourself. But you'd better come in two minutes. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. I think so Sir."
"Good. Now come!" he said and looked at the clock on the wall. Troy was still firm from the beating but he wasn't even close to coming, so he looked around for something to rub his dick on. But he didn't see anything. He glanced quizzically at his Master who just stared back at him. So he tried humping the St. Andrew's cross. But his two minutes were running out. Jake grabbed him, shackled him again and beat him, all the while chanting "Do you feel it? Is it rising? Do you feel the pain? Is it bringing up the cum?"
Troy threw his head back as the lash found its mark; on his back, his chest, his cock and balls. And his dick was throbbing, leaking pre-cum on the floor. Then Jake dropped the whip, grabbed Troy's swollen tits and shouted "Come!"
Troy felt it rising from within, flowing from his burning back and descending from his tortured tits. It all converged at the root of his cock and exploded out the end as he shouted and groaned. His pulsing dick hadn't even been touched.
When the days "work" was finished and they'd eaten their dinner and Troy had cleaned the kitchen, they'd go to bed. Some nights, Jake would put him in bondage and leave him alone on his pallet on the floor. Those were the hardest nights for Troy. He really had to force himself to submit to Jake's "absent" will at those times. He lay there bound, immobile and alone because that was what his Master wished. And if that was what his Master wished, that was what he would do. So he'd fight off the claustrophobia and the panic. He'd concentrate on the butt-plug that filled him and think of his Master's cock. He'd feel the closeness of the chastity belt and imagine the feel of his Master's hands. He'd listen to Jake's peaceful breathing and lose himself for the sake of his Master. What he wanted and feared didn't matter. What Jake wanted was everything. What was so remarkable to him was that the day after each of these long nights, the "work" proved so much easier than it had been the day before. Jake could take him farther and longer. He realized that these lonely nights were where he really learned the power of submission.
Then there came a night when Jake took him to bed. Not to his pallet, but into his Master's bed! Jake didn't bind him or plug him. He didn't put the chastity belt on him. He just ordered him to join him in his own bed. Troy was trembling as he lay down next to his Master. Jake gathered him into his arms and held him against his furry chest. Troy felt the touch of Jake's hard nipples, poking through the soft forest of brown hair. He felt the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart. Against his balls, he felt the rising of Jake's stiff cock. As Jake held his eyes with his own deep blues, Troy drew a halting breath.
"You can touch me boy," Jake murmured, stroking Troy's smooth chest.
Troy didn't know what to touch first. He bent to lick and kiss and nibble Jake's tits. Jake moaned and pushed his chest against Troy's mouth. Then Troy reached down to take his cock in his hands. He caressed it gently, rubbing the glans and smearing the pre-cum around the entire head.
"Suck on it boy," Jake ordered quietly and Troy gladly did.
He buried the shaft in his throat and hummed around its girth. Jake shuddered and pulled Troy even farther down the length, until Troy felt his Master's clipped bush against his nose and lips. Then, after a time, Jake pulled out. Troy whimpered at the loss, but Jake turned him over and mounted him, pushing his spit-slicked dick into Troy's welcoming ass. As Jake pinched and twisted his nipples, Troy contracted his muscles around that length of flesh that brought him so much joy.
As Jake increased the speed of his thrusts, he reached down and caught Troy's pre-cum and lubricated his cock with it. Then, as he continued to fuck Troy, he began pumping him. Troy moaned and whimpered. He reached back with his head and met Jake's lips as their groans blended together in primal harmony.
Troy knew his Master was getting closer and he whispered urgently "Sir, Sir... I'm ready to come,"
"Then come," Jake answered and they both exploded with a chorus of roars.
When their breathing had returned to a more normal rhythm, Jake said "You've done very well boy. You've learned your lessons and you've become a good slave. Tomorrow will be your 'coming out' at the Club. I will be presenting you and I know you'll do me proud."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I won't let you down."
"Good boy. Good night Troy."
"Good night Sir." As Jake's breathing became deep and regular, Troy lay in his arms, staring into the darkness, Jake's softening cock cradled in his ass.
Office Boy -- Chapter 15
Troy had another of his dreams that night. He was chained to a wall with a room full of nude and semi-nude men milling around. One by one, they came forward to masturbate him and abuse him. Time and again, they'd bring him to the edge. Then they'd leave him alone, panting, throbbing and hard. Then he heard them plotting to take Jake and enslave him. He tried to worn his Master, but he couldn't speak intelligibly. The words came out all garbled. Jake came up to him and took his face in his hands and ordered him to speak. As he tried to get the words out, he could see the others coming up behind Jake with ropes and chains. He struggled to warn him, but couldn't make himself understood. Then, they grabbed Jake, bound him, pulled him away from Troy and killed him. Troy wept and cried out for his Master, his Jake, knowing that he was no more. Then the men grabbed Troy and pulled him across the room. They pushed him, naked, out onto the window ledge. As he stood there, knowing that Jake was gone, he let himself fall into space.
He awoke with a start at the moment he hit the ground. His heart was beating wildly and his whole body was tingling. He reached back for Jake but couldn't find him; he wasn't in the bed. Where was he? He looked around the room and didn't see him.
"Jake? Jake? Master!" he cried.
Jake strode into the room. "What's the matter boy? I'm right here."
"Oh Sir, Sir," Troy cried, dissolving into tears. "I dreamed they'd killed you. And I didn't want to live anymore."
"Who killed me? What are you talking about?"
"I had a terrible dream. I think it was the other members of the Club. They killed you. So I left myself fall. It's all mixed up. I'm sorry Sir. I thought you were dead," the shaken boy wept.
By now, Jake was cradling Troy's head in his arms. "It's alright boy. I'm here; nothing's going to happen to me. It's alright. Sssshhh."
At last, Troy regained control and pushed himself up. "I'm sorry Sir," he said, drying his eyes. "I'm sorry. I hope I'm not disappointing you. It won't happen again."
"It's OK. It means a lot to me that I mean so much to you. Now come on. It's time to get ready for your debut. Get into the bathroom."
"Yes Sir. Right away Sir." Troy rose, encouraged by Jake, who was pulling his tit ring, pulling him to the bathroom.
He knew the routine by now and was comfortable with it, even though he knew that it was designed to humiliate and reinforce his status as a slave. Jake pulled him to the toilet and stood behind him, holding his cock while he peed. When he was done, Jake milked the last remaining drops out of his dick and shook him off. Then he slapped his cock and pushed him over to the tub where he bent over for his enema. Jake inserted the nozzle and flooded his gut with warm water. Then he inserted a butt-plug and seated him on the bidet. While he waited, Jake set about doing his own toilet. He shaved his face and then shaved and trimmed his bush into the neat triangle that was the sign of membership in the Club. He also trimmed his nails, giving his hands that masculine look that Troy found so alluring. As he watched Jake going through his ablutions, he felt his cock rising, just observing this very sexy, very manly man. He found himself longing to have his Master's cock in his mouth. His ass was contracting at the idea of having his dick up his hole. God, how he wanted him and wanted to serve him.
Finally, Jake was finished and turned to Troy. "OK boy, up!" he ordered.
Troy rose and leaned forward so that Jake could remove the butt-plug.
"Good boy. Didn't spill a drop," he said, as he pulled the plug out with a plop.
Then he slapped Troy's ass and sat him back down on the bidet.
"Release," he ordered.
Troy relaxed his sphincter and the water spurted out of him. When he'd expelled the last of it, Jake pulled him up and forward, bending him over so that he could wipe his ass. Troy still blushed at this. He didn't think he would ever get used to it!
Jake then used his ringed tit to pull him over to the tub. He climbed in and stood to face his Master. Jake had a razor, scissors and some shave cream. He lathered Troy's cock and balls and, pulling the sack down, shaved off the stubble that was there. Then he lifted Troy's penis and shaved the hair off of the underside and the sides of the shaft. He ran his fingers over the silky skin, making sure there were no strays left behind. Then he ordered Troy to place one foot on the edge of the tub. When Troy had followed his order, he shaved the hair off between his testicles and his anus. He pulled Troy over and turned him so that his asshole was exposed and carefully shaved the hair from around it. When he was satisfied that he was completely clean, he used the showerhead on the hose to rinse away the shaving cream. Then he took a towel and dried him off. Finally, he took the scissors and trimmed away the excess curls of his bush, leaving him with the hallmark short, triangular bush.
"A fine specimen you are!" Jake said, and slapped Troy's cock with the palm of his hand.
Troy tried not to wince. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," he answered.
"Now, the only thing left is your nails," Jake said, and proceeded to cut his nails short. "It's not a good idea for a boy to have nails for his debut. You might hurt yourself."
Troy received this information with some churning in his stomach. Fear and excitement mixed in him as he thought about the implications of what Jake had just said.
"Now shave your face and then we'll shower together."
Troy was delighted; he loved taking a shower with his Master. He loved soaping and washing his strong body and loved the feel of his heavy cock when it was slippery with suds. He quickly shaved and joined Jake in the shower.
Troy took the bar of soap and lathered Jake's hairy chest and belly. Then, as Jake lifted his arms, Troy scrubbed his pits. He was thrilled to look at and feel this body that turned him on so much. His rod rose in response to the way Jake's body hair swirled in the suds and running water. When he'd finished washing under Jake's arms, Jake pushed him down to his knees. Troy used the soap to suds his magnificent cock and balls. He loved the feel of the smoothly shaven skin as Jake's cock and balls slid around in his hands. Next, Troy washed his anus. As he slid two fingers in, Jake moaned and gripped his fingers with his sphincter. His cock was becoming fuller, more turgid, as Troy washed him. Finally, Jake pushed Troy lower and placed a foot on his head. Troy sank to the floor and scrubbed Jake's feet, washing between his toes and kissing his feet as he worked. When he was completely washed, Jake let the water rinse him as he stood with one foot still resting on Troy's head. This was a routine they'd both become accustomed to.
When all the suds had been rinsed off Jake's body, he took his foot off of Troy's head and he began to lick his way up his legs. The idea wasn't to get the water off of his Master; rather it was for Troy to bring his tongue in contact with each of his body parts. He was worshipping his Master's body. And worship he did! His tongue traveled lovingly over his Master's feet, caressing the toes and the arches. He licked the water off of his sturdy, hairy legs and enjoyed every second. He murmured as he reached Jake's pendulous testicles and penis. If Jake would have let him, he'd have stayed there all day. But there was another agenda that day, so Troy kissed his Master's cock and moved on when he sensed that Jake had had enough. He ran his tongue up Jake's washboard abs and reached the furry mounds of his pecs. He gently, lovingly, kissed each tit and ran his tongue around their aureoles as Jake shuddered and sighed, reaching up to grip Troy's head. When he was satisfied, he let go and Troy moved on to Jake's armpits. Then he continued up the muscular neck and finally reached the firm mouth that gave his life order and purpose.
As he kissed Jake gently he murmured "Thank you Master. Thank you Sir for taking me as your boy."
Jake took his chin in his hand and said "You're welcome boy" and returned his kiss.
Now Jake proceeded to wash Troy. It followed the same sequence, but the manner was definitely different. Jake moved Troy's body where he wanted it to go. He picked up his arms to wash under them and then dropped them when he was finished. He pinched Troy's tits and twisted his ring, while Troy gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply through his nostrils. He slapped his cock and balls as he washed them. Then he ordered Troy to grab his feet, slapping his butt as Troy bent to expose his hole to his Master. Jake soaped his asshole and roughly inserted three, then four fingers.
"You'll need to be really open today. The members will have no concern about your comfort when they want to use you. So do me proud and open up for them. And do it before they ask; don't wait!"
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," Troy grunted as Jake twisted his hand inside his gut.
Finally Jake was finished. He stepped out of the shower, leaving Troy behind, still soapy. Troy knew what he had to do next. This was something he hated, but he knew it was what Jake wanted. He turned off the hot water, and turned up the cold. The chilling spray hit him like a blow. He involuntarily sucked in his breath, gasped and gave out a yell. But he turned around and rinsed the soap off in the icy stream as Jake, wrapped in a warm bathrobe, watched him. Finally, Jake nodded and Troy turned the water off. He stepped out of the shower, shivering from the cold. But he wasn't yet permitted to dry himself and warm up. He patted the robe against Jake's body, doing the initial drying. Then, when he was fairly sure that Jake was mostly dry, he gently pulled the robe off Jake's shoulders and used a large soft towel to complete the job. He finished by drying his hair and combing it into the shape that Jake wore it in. By the time he was finished drying his Master, Troy was shivering with cold as the water evaporated from his body.
When all this was accomplished, Jake nodded again. Troy placed the robe back on Jake's beautiful, masculine body and tied the sash around his waist. Jake then sat on a chair and watched Troy as he dried himself using a small hand towel and worked to stop his shivering. When he was finally finished, he knelt before Jake with his hands behind his back.
Jake placed his feet in front of Troy who bent and placed his forehead on them, kissing them and saying "Thank you Sir for permitting me to present myself to you today."
When Jake indicated that he should rise, Troy got up from the floor and followed Jake into the bedroom. There, Jake got dressed while Troy stood at parade-rest, eyes fixed on the floor. Jake finished dressing and ordered Troy to come to him. Troy obeyed and stood in front of his Master.
"Now I'm going to get you ready for your 'coming out'."
Jake took a chrome cock ring and slipped it over Troy's firm dick. Then he pushed first one ball, and then the other through the ring. Troy grunted when Jake squeezed the second orb through the, by-now, narrow opening. There wasn't much room left for it to slide through. But Jake wasn't asking him about his comfort as he firmly squeezed the orb through the ring and Troy felt the sharp pressure of a compressed testicle. The ring pushed up his sizeable genitals, making them appear larger than they already were. Jake stood back and examined his boy for a moment. Then he slapped his raised dick and moved behind Troy.
Jake tied a nylon rope around Troy's waist, then tossed him a pair of plain white cotton jockey shorts that were two sizes too small. Troy quickly pulled them on, making sure the rope was outside the shorts. Then he returned to his position. Jake pulled the waistband of the shorts open in front and pushed Troy's encircled cock and balls down and back so that his dick was pointing back toward his asshole. Next, Jake took the rope and brought it between Troy's legs. He tied it in such a way that Troy's brief-encased mound was surrounded, highlighted and set off by the rope. Jake could see the outline of Troy's genitals beneath the tight fabric of the white briefs. He cupped his hand over them and rubbed them with the palm of his hand. Troy dropped his head back and whimpered and moaned at the stimulation. He had seen pictures of this bondage but had never experienced it himself. As Jake stroked him, his cock began to get hard. But since it was imprisoned in the bound shorts, he quickly realized that he'd better control his urge or he'd be very sorry. He turned his mind to pleasing his Master and his cock began to soften.
"No boy, don't think about anything else. When I show you today, I want you to show how much you like being my boy. I want you to show how much you like being abused and used. I want you to show that you're turned on by being in bondage and submission to me. That's why you're there. Then, all that's needed is for you to do what you're ordered to do: no matter what it is and no matter who is giving the orders. I'm giving you to them for today. This is your 'coming out' as my boy."
"Yes Sir. I'll do as you wish. Thank you Sir."
Jake then used more of the rope to tie a harness around Troy's torso. The rope was tight against his chest and ran right under his tits, pushing them up and out. When he was finished, he pulled a tee shirt over his head and handcuffed his arms behind his back. Then he picked up Troy's legs, one after the other, and pulled on a pair a jeans and a pair of old socks and sneakers. Troy felt his cock rise again as Jake manipulated his body: he was like a child or an animal that was incapable of dressing itself. He was Jake's property to do with as he pleased. And that made him feel secure and happy, because he knew that Jake wanted him and knew what was best for him. He trusted him without reservations.
Office Boy -- Chapter 16
They took a cab downtown and were dropped at the underground entrance to the office. Before they entered the building, Jake used a sock to blindfold Troy. The slaveboy inhaled deeply, taking in the odor of his Master. Then they entered the elevator. When they got off of the elevator, they were apparently moving down a hall. Troy figured this because of the sounds. Then they went through several doors and entered a quiet room.
Then Jake began to speak. "Gentlemen. I present to you my boy. You knew when we hired him that he had been selected to be my boy, and so he has become and consented to be. He has submitted himself completely to me, body and soul. I have trained him in the disciplines of our brotherhood and he has truly become my slave. Now I present him to you for your inspection, use and approval."
With that, Jake stepped in front of Troy and, grasping his tee shirt, ripped it from top to bottom in one movement. Then he pulled it back off his shoulders and left it dangling from his cuffed hands. Troy heard a murmur of approval and picked up the words "a ring" from the quiet remarks. He thrust his chest forward, hoping to better show off his Master's ring. Next, Jake unfastened his pants and pushed them down till they fell to the floor. Troy spread his legs apart as far as the gathered pants would allow and lowered his head, assuming the proper position as best he could. There were more murmurs of approval.
Jake stood there gazing proudly and warmly at his boy. His chest hair had begun to fill in again, bringing a light shadow to his well-defined pecs. His firmly muscled legs alternately tensed and relaxed as he maintained his balance while blindfolded. His shoulders bulged from the tension of having his arms cuffed behind his back. His handsome thin-lipped mouth was relaxed, waiting for whatever would come its way. And Jake knew the clear depth of those blue eyes, even though they were hidden behind the mask. Yes, he loved this boy; no, this man. This man who had come to trust him and depend on him for everything. And ironically, Jake trusted him and depended on him. Trusted him to be there and to do as Jake wished. Depended on him to provide for his needs and desires and to fill the hole that had always been in his life. Jake depended on Troy to be his... How to say it? It sounded corny, but there it was: Troy was his beloved. Jake wasn't a romantic; he was all business and drive. But when he looked at Troy, he felt something; a calm, a peace, a sense of wholeness, that he'd never felt before. Yes, he loved this man!
Troy couldn't see how Jake was looking at him or know how he was feeling about him at that moment. But he did feel men moving in close around him. Hands brushed his sides and felt his biceps. Some hands went to his armpits and pulled and twisted the hair that had re-grown there. There were also hands that stroked his tight abs and socked his stomach. He knew enough to tighten his abdominals so that the inspectors would see that he was well-trained, as well as being well- toned. And then the hands that socked him flattened out and stroked him again, rising to his chest.
The hands arrived at his tits. He felt the familiar shiver of excitement that ran down his spine and ended at the tip of his cock. Fingers circled the aureoles of his nipples and nails tweaked the points of his nips. The ring piercing his nipple was turned, reminding him of his Master's mark of ownership. Then those fingers gripped his cones and pinched him hard. His tits were twisted and his knees almost buckled as he groaned from the arousal. Then he felt a warm, wet mouth close over his Master's ring and a tongue licked his tit. At the same time, a hand was stroking his crotch. He was having a very hard time controlling himself. He wanted to sink to the floor or return the pleasure that he was receiving. But he realized that the only pleasure he was being asked to give at this moment was the pleasure this man (or these men? He didn't know which) were getting from handling his body. So he just stood there in the proper position. He did remember what Jake had told him earlier and felt no shame in the hard-on that swelled his bound crotch.
He sensed that the mouth on his chest and the hands on his body changed several times and realized that there definitely was more than one man in the room, besides Jake. He could tell from the muffled voices and the bodies moving around him that there were several but he couldn't tell how many. After many minutes of this "inspection", he felt a hand grasp his tit ring and pull him across the room. He could only waddle clumsily, with his pants fettering his feet, so he moved as quickly as he could. The hand let go and he was pushed, face first, against a wall. His hands were pulled back to a painful angle and the cuffs were unlocked. Then his hands were raised over his head and fastened into leather manacles, spread-eagling him. He heard a whoosh and saw stars as the whip collided with his back.
"One Sir, thank you Sir" he shouted.
Murmurs mixed with the sound of the whip as he braced for the second blow.
"Two Sir, thank you Sir."
He felt the blood rushing to his back and the heat beginning to rise. The whipping went on for forty strokes and Troy continued his litany.
"Twenty-three Sir, thank you Sir... Thirty-five Sir, think you Sir."
After forty, the whipping stopped. Hands unfastened the manacles from the chains holding him up and he fell backward into waiting arms. He was hoisted up and carried across the room. While he was held aloft, the shoes and pants were pulled from his feet, freeing his legs at last. Again, his mind flashed back to his childhood, when his father would carry him up to his room, undress him and put him to bed. He felt the same sense of dependence now. In a moment he was lowered onto a hard surface. The cold surface greeted his stinging back and caused his skin to scream. He cried out briefly and writhed for a moment. Then his hands were stretched out straight from his shoulders and fastened down. Next, his legs were spread and manacled. He realized that he was again spread-eagled on some sort of a platform that permitted access to his ass. And worse yet, there was no support for his head. He was forced to either hold his head up or let it dangle back uncomfortably. He knew he was not in for a good time.
As he worked to hold up his head, a pair of hands cupped the base of his skull and provided him some relief. Then he felt two hands pinching and twisting his nipples. As he moaned, the pinching was suddenly replaced by the teeth of clamps, biting into his sensitive nubs. A leather thong was tied around the hump of his bound cock and balls. Then the other end was tied to the chain joining the clamps chewing viciously at his nipples. His cock grew even harder from the pain and hands stroked his mound as voices spoke their approval.
Someone leaned close to his ear and whispered "What are you good for boy?"
"I'm good for sucking and being fucked Sir. I'm good for abuse. I'm here for whatever you want Sir."
Troy couldn't tell who it was that was whispering to him and he knew that Jake had given him over to the club for everyone's use and pleasure. So he answered the voice as though it were Jake's.
Then his feet were released and lifted up and pushed back toward his head. Then they were locked in place. Someone started licking and chewing on his briefs, working to get at his pucker. He could feel them chewing their way through the fabric. Then he felt the tongue push through the shredded material and invade his hole. His ass lips caressed the tongue, as he had learned to do, alternately opening and clutching the flesh that sought entrance. Suddenly, the hands holding his head lowered it. A hand grasped his jaw and pulled his mouth open and a heavy, turgid cock was thrust in. He knew it wasn't Jake, for he'd learned the girth and length of Jake's dick; he'd memorized its weight and how the veins stood out along its shaft. No, this wasn't his Master's cock. But in his mind, he saw his Master there, standing in all his magnificent strength, the hair on his body raising Troy's temperature. And he got even more painfully hard as his bound cock struggled against its bonds. He worked the hard flesh with his tongue and jaw, being careful to keep his teeth away from the smooth skin. He used his throat to cause vibrations around the head and increase the excitement and pleasure for whoever was using him.
The man slowly pushed the length of the shaft all the way home. Troy was suddenly aware that this man was even longer than Jake. Just as Troy was thinking that his breathing would be cut off, he felt the trimmed bush hit his nose and his chin was stroked by a naked scrotum. The cock pulled out as Troy milked it with all the skill he could muster. Then the thrusting started. In and out, in and out. At the bottom of each stroke, Troy's breathing was stopped as his fucker paused to savor his throat. Troy began to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen and the stimulation to which he was being subjected. But the face fuck continued.
For a while Troy's attention had been fastened on his mouth and throat. Then, he realized that lubricated fingers were being shoved into his hole. Were there two, three or four? He wasn't sure. When he was loosened up, the fingers were removed and a cock waited at his entry. His legs were pushed down onto his chest, onto his clamped tits and the waiting cock made its entrance into his chute. He pushed down, as he'd been taught, to open his sphincter and give the invader easy entrance. Then, as he felt the head slide inside, he gripped the shaft, pulling it deeper. When Troy felt the close-cropped hair of the top's pubes against his cheeks, the thrusting began in earnest. The man was leaning heavily on his legs, pressing the clamps into his tortured tits and increasing the pain and excitement. He was so engrossed in the fuck, that he'd forgotten the cock in his mouth, until its owner grabbed the back of his head and pushed his rod deeper into his warm throat. Troy was really concentrating now, trying to service the dicks that were in his holes, holding him skewered at both ends. But Jake had taught him well. He was able to massage both cocks, as the fuckers settled into a rhythm, alternating their thrusting and pulling back. Troy was able to grip alternately with his mouth and throat and his ass. The men responded to his efforts and picked up their speed, their breath coming in quick gasps. Finally, they both shouted and came. Then they collapsed on top of Troy.
Troy, though rock-hard himself and very aroused, didn't come. He hadn't been given permission. So his cock could only throb from the arousal, the penetration and the weight resting on top of his legs, pushing his thighs against the clamps biting into his agonized tits. He thought that his job might be finished when the two men pulled out. But just as quickly, their dicks were replaced by two others, each of which was just as rampant and ready to go as the previous pair. Once again, the thrusting and Troy's efforts to please were renewed, even though his weary neck and throat screamed for respite and his nipples ached from the clamps. But what was this? Here was something new. As he lay there being fucked, his hands were pulled open and a set of shaven cock and balls were placed in each one. Now he really had to concentrate, as he not only was expected to use his mouth and ass to service his tormenters, but also to massage the genitals in his hands. He had to work to maintain the right pressure, combining pleasure and pain. For he knew that the pain-pleasure connection was one of the basic tenets of the Club. But he didn't want to be overzealous since all of these men were, at least for now, his Masters. So he worked them with his bound hands, alternately massaging the dicks and pulling and squeezing the balls. He could tell from the moans that he was doing a good job.
The action went on for some time, while Troy's muscles got more and more tired and sore. Then, the men possessing his orifices reached their climax as the cocks in his hands were pulled away from his reach. He heard shouts and felt the hot wetness of cum splattering on his body. He was, by now, so hot, that he groaned in frustration at not being permitted to come himself. When would his Master release him from this torment?
His legs were released from the shackles and lowered to a normal position. The clamps were removed from his tits and he hissed as the blood came rushing back to his abused cones. Hands spread the cum around on his body and massaged it into his skin. Sticky fingers pushed their way into his mouth and he hungrily licked the spunk from them and sucked on them like teats. As he sucked on the fingers, his hands and legs were unshackled and he was pulled up to a sitting position and then pulled to his feet. He crossed his hands behind his back, spread his legs and lowered his head, assuming the submissive position. Someone grabbled his chin, pulled his head up and firmly slapped his cheek. Not a painful slap, but a congratulatory smack. He almost smiled, but quickly caught himself and remained impassive. Then, whoever it was that had lifted his chin untied the sock around his eyes.
The blindfold was removed and he blinked in the bright light. He saw that there were at least ten men in the room besides Jake. He quickly lowered his head and cast his eyes on the floor. Then, there was someone standing in front of him. He couldn't tell who it was, being able to see only cock, balls, furry legs and feet. But he was sure he knew those cock and balls. The man grabbed his chin and pulled his head up. Yes, it was Mr. Scarpelli. He was looking into Troy's eyes with a strange mixture of sternness and desire. He let go of Troy's chin and he lowered his head again. Then Mr. Scarpelli untied the rope harness around his crotch and waist and dropped it on the floor. He grabbed Troy's briefs and ripped them apart, dropping them on the floor as well. Troy's hard, cock-ringed dick flew up and slapped his belly, dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Mr. Scarpelli took some of the slick fluid and smeared it around Troy's tits, once again causing the erotic shiver up his spine. Then he took some more on one finger and painted Troy's lips with it. He thrust the finger into Troy's mouth and Troy sucked on it like an unweaned calf.
Mr. Scarpelli grabbed his dick and pulled him over to a sofa where he sat down, pulling Troy across his lap. He caressed Troy's butt and stroked his pucker with his fingers. Troy's cock, which was caught between Mr. Scarpelli's legs throbbed painfully in its imprisonment. Then suddenly, Mr. Scarpelli brought his hand crashing down against Troy's white flesh. For a moment, Troy was stunned.
Then he shouted out "One Sir, thank you Sir." Again, the hand fell. "Two Sir, thank you Sir."
And Troy felt Mr. Scarpelli's swelling cock pressing against his belly like a fist. Like a slick, wet fist, as pre-cum pumped out of its tip.
The spanking continued. Twenty blows, thirty, forty. Troy's butt was hot, red and burning by now. Then, as the spanking went on, he felt the rush that he knew would inevitably come. The pain turned to pleasure and he pushed his ass up to meet Mr. Scarpelli's hand. As soon as he did, the spanking stopped. He pushed Troy off his lap, onto the floor. Troy looked up and saw his raging hard-on. It was bigger than Jake's, thicker and longer, rising from Mr. Scarpelli's lap. Mr. Scarpelli was scowling at him and he became aware of the other men in the room standing by, watching this scene. He looked at the huge dick and licked his lips.
"Turn around and mount me boy!" Mr. Scarpelli ordered.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," Troy responded.
He rose from the floor, turned around and stepped up onto the couch. Then, turning around and squatting down as he straddled Mr. Scarpelli's legs, he lowered himself. He gently took the giant cock and aimed his butt for the column of flesh. Placing its tip against the mark, he impaled himself with one smooth motion, not waiting for his sphincter to adjust to the monster that split him. Mr. Scarpelli groaned as his dick disappeared into Troy's ass chute. Troy moaned as he lowered himself all the way down so that his cherry-red ass was resting against the steel wool of Mr. Scarpelli's pubes, painfully reminding him of the beating he'd just endured.
"Now fuck yourself" Scarpelli ordered.
Troy obeyed, raising himself up and lowering himself on the huge column of flesh filling his anus. "Work my tits!" Troy reached behind himself and located Mr. Scarpelli's hard cones in the forest of his chest hair and pinched and rolled them between his fingers. Troy's legs were growing tired as he fucked himself. But he urged himself on with the thought that this was his final test. The sweat was pouring from his body, amplifying the sound as his ass-cheeks and balls slapped Mr. Scarpelli's wet body; wet from Troy's sweat.
"Faster," Mr. Scarpelli commanded.
Troy redoubled his efforts, increasing his speed and the pressure he brought to bear on the tits and cock he was working. His own breath was coming in ragged gasps as he labored. Then Mr. Scarpelli reached around him and took Troy's tits in his fingers, twisting and pinching them. Troy began to moan between his gasps for breath. Mr. Scarpelli's breathing was speeding up and Troy could feel his cock beginning to throb in his ass. Suddenly, Mr. Scarpelli began to groan and shout. He pulled Troy's nipples so hard, Troy felt that they would be torn from his chest. But he could feel Mr. Scarpelli's cock beginning to pump and he clamped down on it as hard as he could while he pinched his nipples to increase the pain/pleasure.
Suddenly, Mr. Scarpelli shouted "Come".
Troy's mind was like a hair-trigger, only waiting for that one word. As he pumped the cock on which he fucked himself, his own untouched cock shot streams of cum across the room and he shouted in the ecstasy of release.
To be continued.