Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 06:13:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 10 (Gay Authoritarian)

This is the next chapter in the ongoing ordeal of my
abduction and submission. If you have found this then
you obviously like M/m contact, consensual or
otherwise. Thanks to all of you who have written and
commented on previous chapters. You have given me the
desire to continue writing. To all others Masters and
fellow subs, please write and critique or comments.

AST 10
The officer leaves me alone with my black tormentor.
What will he do to me?

He wastes no time in getting behind me. "STAND UP,
BITCH!" With his large hand jerking my head backward,
I struggle to my feet. After slapping me across my ass
with his other hand, he takes his powerful arms and
locks me into a full nelson. Because he is much taller
than me, my arms and shoulders are held painfully out
and over my head while his clasped fingers shove my
head towards the floor. "The officer has decided that
this is the day you will entertain some of his
friends. They're really mean bastards that like to
work over a slave and punish him for hours. Today
though, we're having going to have a little
competition. The winner gets to have you any way he
wants to for the whole night. Doesn't that sound
great, CUNT?"

All I can manage is a deep desperate groan that makes
my tormentor laugh.

Paying no attention to me or to my discomfort, he
walks me into an adjoining shower room.
In my weakened state and helpless position, he makes
me assume a standing spread eagle position against the
tiled wall of the shower room. "Don't fucking move a
muscle CUNT! I've got as treat for you. With my eyes
glued to the wall, I hear the woman being drug back
into the room. The officer is with her. "Before we let
you go home, bitch, I want to give this CUNT a nice
bath and get him ready for a long, long night with my
friends." She takes a hand-held shower spray and soaks
my body with hot soothing water. Then she takes a
equally hot soapy sponge and gently washes my body.
Each soothing stroke helps to relax away some of the
tension, but my dread of what's going to happen next
keeps me from completely enjoying the attention.

When she slides the sponge between my ass cheeks, I'm
reminded of the butt plug that is lodged deep inside
me. It's stretching me and preparing me for what will
certainly be the most humiliating experience of my
life. Now, it's not if I will be raped, but when,
where, and how will I be raped. I have been told that
I am the prize this Saturday night. I am "fresh meat"
for the winner to take home to use and abuse.

Unable to see behind me, I hear the officer tell the
woman, "Take this and lock up this CUNT's cock and
balls. Then you can wash them off."  Taking my limp
cock in her soft, feminine hands, she slides it
through a metal ring and then behind my balls. Once it
is in place, she slides my cock into a metal cage and
locks it to the ring. When the sponge glides over my
crotch, I realize that my cock and balls have been
imprisoned in a device that renders them useless, yet
vulnerable to torment and torture. The officer has
taken away my manhood so I will be forced to
concentrate on obeying and pleasing anyone who comes
over to dominate me.  As the woman rinses away the
soak,  I am lost in these troubling thoughts when I
hear her say, "John, my name is Becky; how are you
holding up."

"Okay, I guess. No, No, I'm not okay. I'm terrified
that these guys are going to work me over more than
I'm prepared endure. And, I don't think they're the
kind of guys who'll show me any mercy. I wandered into
this mess, so why should they give a dam about me?"

"I wished there was something I could do, but I don't
even know if they'll let me watch while they compete
for you."

"That's okay. We're helpless against them. If you try
to step in, we'll both get punished.  I'll do whatever
they want and hope that it will eventually be all
over. I know they'll threaten to do things just to
scare me, but I'm going to make it."

Our talk was abruptly disrupted by the officer when he
yells, "Okay, bitch; you've had more than enough time
to get John all prettied up for his coming out party
tonight.  Dry him off and bring him out here." When
the officer turns and  leaves, you take two large
white towels and quickly wipe away the beads of water
from the soothing shower. "I'll miss this, Becky. It
felt so good to get a rest from them."

"Yes, I know. Don't worry about what's going to
happen. It'll only make it worse. If you relax, you
might even enjoy part of it."

I'll try Becky. Thanks."

"Okay. Come on. We'd better get you out there and we'd
better crawl out of here. If we don't act like he owns
us, he might get angry and punish us."

"Yeah. You're right. I almost made another mistake.
Thanks again."

We crawl to the large outer room and see that the
officer is sitting fully clothed in black, except for
his bare feet, in a large throne-like wooden chair
waiting like a king for his two slaves. "Over here,
assholes!"  Pointing to two devices set up facing his
feet,  "Get up on these two benches and lay your
chests here, your hands here, and your knees here."

As we crawl to the sawhorse benches, we can see that
they are constructed of heavy wood and designed to
restrain a slave in a completely vulnerable position.
The chest board, knee and hand placements are padded
and equipped with belts and cuffs anchored to the
bench.  When secured, our legs will be spread,
allowing our genitals to be exposed and completely
vulnerable. Our heads will hand over the front of the
bench with nowhere to rest.  After throwing each other
a worried look, we reluctantly mount the punishment
horses. Once in place, the officer silently goes about
strapping us down. All we hear and feel are the
leather belts and buckles being cinched tightly around
us.  When he is finished, he collars us once again,
and I know there is no escape.

After getting back up on his throne, Dr. Mark jerks
hard on the leashes and says, "Get busy licking and
sucking my feet; I'll clue you in on what's going down
tonight."

We obey the officer, immediately opening our mouths
and sucking in his big toes. I try to show my
willingness to service him by licking and lathering
each toe and sliding my tongue between the crevices.
"In about ten minutes johnny, five other guys will be
here ready to compete. Beside myself, you'll meet
David, Eric, Travis, Charles, and Paul. You'd better
learn their names as soon as possible. If you don't
call one of the Masters by his correct name, he can
punish you right on the spot. And knowing them, they'd
love to inflict some pain on you."

After a few more minutes of foot worship, the five
guys begin to filter into the room. We both keep to
our task, not wanting to take a chance of angering the
officer. We hear bags being dropped and clothes being
removed as he tells them about us, "I've got two
bitches for you tonight, and one of them is really
special." Pulling his feet back and stepping down, he
gives me two hard whacks on my ass cheeks, laughing,
"Step over here and look at this one." Pulling my
reddened ass cheeks apart he says, "johnny here is
almost cherry. He's been fucked only a couple of times
and his asshole is still tight. The only other thing
that has ever been up his ass is this butt plug that
I'm using to get him ready for one of you tonight. He
the prize!"

David says, "Whoa! To hell with the prize.  We
shouldn't have to wait when we have a slave boy with
such a virgin ass. He needs to be broken in right
away.  What do you says guys?"

The room is filled with the voices of men yelling,
"YEAH, LET'S FUCK THIS BITCH NOW. PULL OUT THAT PLUG
AND LUBE HIS ASS UP. HE'S READY TO GO. COME ON, MARK!
LET'S GET IT ON WITH THIS CUNT."

Even though the others are so adamant about taking me
right now, officer Mark quiets them down and says
emphatically, "No! I told you that he's the prize.
Only one of you will get to take this boy home. Then
you can do whatever you want with him. If you don't
like it, you can leave now."

"So what do we have to do get win this bitch for the
night? And what about this fat bitch here? Do we get
her too?"

"Yeah! We can give her to the runner-up. She's
certainly not a virgin, but by the looks of her body,
she'll take it in every hole. In fact, you can have
some fun with her while you're competing for our boy
johnny here. I've got a couple of games, so we'll do
them and you can come up with the rest until the last
man is standing. If you finish last in any game,
you're out. You can leave after that or stick around
to see what happens. Maybe the bitch will take care of
each man as he is eliminated. I'm going to play along,
but one of you gets johnny tonight."

Leaving us alone and facing away, Mark ushers the
others over to a table. "Guys, just so we can loosen
up, we're going to start off with a drinking game. The
last guy to down the two beers is out. Gentlemen, take
your places, and I'll give you the word."

All we can hear is Mark saying, "Go!" And glasses
being grabbed and lifted.  Within seconds glasses hit
the table. "Travis, you're out! You've lost your
chance to take the bitch for a night. Are you going to
stay or leave?"

"I'm going to stick around and see what happens."
Walking over to Becky, he slaps her ass and says,
"While I watch, I make this bitch suck my cock. I've
got to get something out of this night."

Mark says, "Enjoy yourself Travis; that's why these
two are here. And take your time. She'll do anything
you want."

Travis walks over to Becky and asks, "Before you suck
my dick, I've got one question for you. What are the
names of everyone here?"

She hesitates for a moment, so Travis gives her a
savage barehanded smack on her ass. "Come on, slut; I
haven't got all night. Start naming them, NOW!"

She haltingly cries out the names, "You're Travis; I
remember Mark^Ċand David^Ċand^Ċ"

Smacking your ass again, Travis shouts, "Stop, bitch.
What the fuck are you doing? You're not being
respectful. Start over!"

"Yes Sir. You're Sir Travis; There's Mark, Sir
David^Ċand Sir Charles^Ċand Sir Eric^Ċand Sir Paul.
That's all."

Without warning, Travis delivers six very brutal slaps
to her ass again. Then he grabs the leash attached to
her collar, savagely jerks her head upward, and gets
in her face, "Wrong bitch. You've missed two. Now
start over and do it right or I'll really beat your
ass."

She realizes that she forgot us, so she starts over
trying to please Travis and end the torture. Straining
against the leash she blurts out, "Sir Travis, beside
you there is Master Mark, Master Charles, Master Eric,
Master Paul, Master David, slave john and me, slave
Becky. That's all Sir."

Finally releasing the tension on her head and neck, he
calmly says, "That's much better. Since you got
everybody's name right that time, you've earned the
privilege of sucking my cock. Hey Mark, can I make
this a little more interesting and make our boy johnny
do something for me. I promise that it doesn't involve
his virgin ass."

Mark says, "Sure, have some fun with them. We've got
our own games to play."

Travis drags my horse so that my face is shoved right
up to your ass and cunt. Leaning down to me, he says,
"While your friend Becky is working on my cock and
balls, you're going to use your slave mouth on her."
Sticking three fingers deep into her cunt he continues
giving me instructions. "Make sure you stick your
tongue deep in her ass and make her groan; then maybe
I'll let you eat her cunt. Got it slave?"

I nod and say, "Yes, Sir, I'll do exactly what you
want."

"Good. That's what I like, and obedient, sub slut,
cunt. Too bad I don't get to take you home tonight. We
could have a lot of fun."

While Travis is having his pleasure at our expense,
Mark, Eric, David, Charles, and Paul are starting on
the second elimination round. Mark says, "We've got to
go outside to the basketball court for the next game.
We're going to play "horse" to see who is going home.
Travis, you take good care of those two. They've got a
lot of work to do tonight, especially johnny."

Hearing all of the threats are unnerving to me. I can
only imagine what is going through Becky's mind. Right
now I've got the safety of numbers with all the
Masters around, but what's going to happen when I am
handed over to just one of them, and he gets me by
myself?

We can't hear what's going on outside, so we'll have
to wait to see who loses and what he'll want to do to
us before he leaves. Meanwhile, Travis has positioned
me so that I can easily reach Becky's asshole, so
after another smack on the ass, he growls, "Get to
work slave boy. I want you to keep this bitch moaning,
groaning, and wet."

Knowing that I don't have any choice, I open my mouth
and strain to lick Becky's ass. Once I get my face
buried between Becky's ass cheeks, I probe her ass as
deeply as I can; I swirl my tongue around and around
just hard enough to make her squirm and  groan. Travis
likes what he hears, and I feel her body jerk when he
grabs her head and yells, "OPEN YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH
BITCH. MY COCK NEEDS ATTENTION." When I glance up to
see what is happening, I see that Travis has back up
to Becky's face, and she is lathering his balls..

I bury my face back into Becky's ass stimulating her
with my wet mouth and tongue. I can feel both of our
body's heating up and becoming moist with sweat. As I
work on her balls, I can see and feel her moving her
hips around flexing her muscles under the strain of
the belts and my licking and sucking mouth.

Travis moves again and when I glance up, he has turned
around and has his erect cock poised to shove into
Becky's mouth. When he sees me looking at him, he
yells angrily, "What the fuck are you looking at
bitch. Sucking her ass isn't good enough for you,
huh?"

Moving in behind me, he shoves the whole horse so that
my face gets buried further between her ass cheeks.
"How do you like it now, bitch? Get your fucking
tongue moving. I want to see you're your girl friend
squirming around from you ass licking."

I can't believe what is happening. I am forced to do
something that I never thought I would be subjected
to, sucking her ass for all I'm worth. I feel so
humiliated and helpless. When I don't make Becky moan
loudly enough, Travis begins assaulting my ass with
his belt. I feel like the stinging leather is burning
welts deep into my flesh. Over and over he slashes at
me screaming, "LICK, BOY! LICK!"

By the time I finally satisfy him by pumping my face
between her ass cheeks like my tongue is a hard cock,
I am hysterical. Tears are running down my face, and I
am groaning loudly. But, I dare not stop. Again and
again I swirl and probe my tongue deeply in to her.

Walking back to Becky, Travis says matter-of-factly,
"Eat me, slave bitch." The others will be coming back
in pretty soon, and one of them will be needing your
services." With my face buried in her ass, I can only
listened to Becky's mouth working on his cock and
delivering the blowjob that he demands. After several
minutes, I hear Travis's deep guttural groans as he
approaches climax. When he does shoot his load, his
climax forces a loud chest-heaving, primal cry from
deep within him, "OH, YOU FUCKING, SLUTTY BITCH. YOU
SURE CAN SUCK COCK!" As his spasms subside, I can hear
Becky and him breathing heavily. Travis then comes
back to me, pulls me away from Becky and orders me to
clean his cock, saying, "Maybe you'll get to eat me
next time bitch. Your friend left a little for you to
taste. CLEAN IT OFF!"

Grabbing the sides of my head, he shoves his cock
through my lips and lodges it in the back of my
throat. He holds it there until I begin to struggle
from lack of oxygen; when I let out with a cry of
panic, he pulls back slightly and then begins to pump
his cock in and out of my mouth until the others come
back into the room.

Officer Mark yells, "Did you get what you want, Man?"

In reply, an apparently content Travis sighs deeply,
"Sure did Man. The bitch here took care of my cock,
while "the Prize" gave her a good and ass-licking.
Someone's going to have a good time tonight, aren't
they johnny?"

Knowing that I must give them the right answer, I say
rather dejectedly, "Yes sir, they will."

Officer Mark spins the horse around so I'm facing the
men and says, "You don't sound very convincing, slave.
Do you need to be taught a lesson in respect?"

With terror in my eyes, I say pleadingly, "No, Sir.
I'm sorry^ĊI^Ċ"

Officer Mark cuts me off shooting back, "I think you
do. Even though you can't move without my help, you
don't understand that every response must show that
you know your place." When he walks behind me, I feel
burning, stinging pain shoot to my brain. He's taken
some kind of whip and has begun nipping at my balls."

My response is immediately as I scream out, "SIR,
PLEASE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! I WON'T DISOBEY YOU
AGAIN! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!

Knowing that I've learned my lesson, Officer Mark
stops, and instead of slapping my balls, he massages
them softly as I regain my senses. "We'll see if
you've learned your lesson, boy. If you haven't, the
next time will be ten times worse. Remember that!"

"I will Sir. I promise. I promise!"

Officer Mark then turns Becky's horse around so we're
now facing the rest of the men. "Paul and I have been
eliminated, so that leaves Eric, David, and Charles to
compete for "the Prize. You three can take some time
getting to know slave boy johnny before we continue.
Paul, this bitch will be more than happy to take care
of you if you'd like. Do whatever you want with her,
and sorry you won't get a shot at `the Prize.'"

"Well, maybe I'll take my disappointment out on this
sorry bitch. She looks like she can really stand up to
some heavy torture.  How about it, BITCH? Are you
game?"

Not knowing what to say and unwilling to give in to
Paul's scare tactics, Becky says quietly, "I'll do
whatever you want, Sir."

"Great! Let's get this slave off her fat gut. She's
rested long enough, and I need a shower. I'll let her
take care of me in the bath. Let's go slave."  After
Mark helps Paul release Becky, he grabs her leash and
says, "Get on your hands and knees; your fat ass is
going to ride me to the shower room." Paul mounts her,
and with one jerk on the leash, she carries him off,
struggling under his size and weight.

Once Paul and Becky leave the room, all attention is
turned to me. I am tied securely to the punishment
horse, and I have four sets of eyes looking me over.
Officer Mark says, "He looks small and skinny, but I'm
sure he can take it. And his tight virgin ass ought to
really be an unforgettable experience to fuck. Okay,
here's how the next competition will go. We're going
to release `the Prize' and out fit him with only a
collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs. Then we'll take him
into the big empty room next door where he'll have an
opportunity to run free and keep away from each of
you. You'll each be given a chance to see who can
catch him the fastest. The two fastest times move on
to the final round. But, not only will you have to
catch him, you'll also have hold him down and lock his
ankles and wrists together with theses carbiners. Then
you'll take the leash, hook it to his collar, run it
between his wrist and ankle cuffs, pull the slack out
of the leash and hook it to his collar again. When
he's hogtied like that, you're done. Everybody
understand?"

All three yell, "Yeah! Let's go! Who gets a crack at
him first?"

Officer Mark says, "We'll draw cards. High card gets
to choose his position. The other two must follow in
order.  Let's get him down and ready to go."  The
straps are removed quickly, and I am permitted to
stand while the cuffs are buckled to my wrists and
ankles. Only the leash is removed from my neck. Eric
and David take me by the arms and drag me into the
adjoining room where I'm forced to my knees facing a
corner and left to await the first guy. The room has
an observation window, so it looks like I will be
alone with each guy while the others watch. While I
wait on the first guy, I hear the order of players.

David chooses the high card, a king, and decides to go
last. "He'll be so fuckin' tired by the time it's my
turn, that he won't even resist."

Mark says emphatically, "No way, David. If he gives up
without a fight, he'll be hung upside down and
punished. Eric, you have to go first, then Charles.
Get in there."

When Eric enters the room, he yells, "Get your ass up
slave boy. It's time to play." I get up slowly and
turn to see Eric, tall, rangy and athletic standing in
the middle of the room dressed only in a pair of
jeans. In a room that is about 15 by 15, I'm no match
for him, but if I don't try to get away, they'll just
punish me until I do. I'm already tired and the
irritating butt plug and cock device just makes things
worse.

When Dr. Mark yells, "Go!" Eric lunges at me and
catches me by one ankle toppling me to the carpeted
floor. When he lets go in order to grab both my legs,
I manage to escape and get to my feet. I run to get
behind him so I can burn more time. If he wins the
competition, he'll overwhelm me with his size and
strength. And the bulge in his jeans tells me he's got
a massive cock that he'll ram down my throat and up my
ass.

The second time he turns towards me and lunges, I am
ready. He clearly misses me, and he angrily shouts,
"YOU LITTLE BITCH. I'M GOING TO GET YOUR ASS. IT'S
ONLY A MATTER OF TIME." Working more like a boxer now,
he begins to cut off my escape routes and begins
driving me into a corner. When I try to duck under his
arm, he reacts quickly, grabbing my arm, jumping on my
back and slamming me to the floor. The weight of his
body knocks the wind out of me, and I can barely
breathe let alone try to escape. As I gasp for air, he
applies the ankle buckle, slaps my ass, and then grabs
my arms, jerking them behind me. With the second
buckle in place, he attaches the leash, runs it
between the cuffs and savagely pulls my ankles toward
my shoulder before hooking the leash to the collar
again.

When Eric throws his arms in the air like a rodeo
cowboy, Mark yells, "Time! Two minutes. Not bad Eric.
That's going to be tough to beat." Walking over to me
and looking down he says, "Okay, before you get in
here Charles, let's untie `the Prize' and get him some
water. He needs a short rest. johnny boy, I think you
tried really hard, so I'm going to take out your butt
plug and give you a little relief. We can always put
it back if you don't behave."

All I can muster is a weak, "Thank you Sir."  When the
tension on the leash is release and my wrists and
ankles are parted, I am able to sit up. The absence of
the butt plug feels so good even though my ass feels
like it has been stretched to the limits. Mark hands
me a bottle of water and a towel. I take a long, cool
drink and drape the towel over my shoulders for
comfort. I can hear the men talking. Eric feels good
about how he was able to take me down and hogtie me in
just two minutes.

A moment later Charles enters the room and says, "Come
on CUNT! See if you can get away from ME! Your ass is
mine."

In a dejected tone, I say, "I'm ready Sir." To myself
I say, "Yeah, you're ready to be humiliated again, and
to be chased around until caught and hogtied. Why?
Just so one of these guys can win the right to take
you for his personal slave to do anything he wants to
you whether you consent or not.

For the second time, I get to my feet to attempt to
avoid getting caught and tied up. Charles seems a less
formidable opponent even though I know I can't win and
will eventually be caught. He is shorter, heavier, and
less mobile than Eric, but looks like he would really
enjoy abusing and tormenting me for as long as he
wants. He would hurt me and not think anything of it.
When  Mark yells, "Time!" Charles does not dive for
me; instead, he stalks me trying to lure me into a
corner. No matter which way I feint, he mirrors my
moves cutting me off each time. Knowing I must try to
escape or be caught quickly, I try to run through his
outstretched left arm figuring this might be his weak
side. I get a good run, but he gets enough of me to
slam me up against the wall when I hesitate for a
split-second, he drives his fist into my ribcage
dropping me to the floor. Unable to move from the
intense pain, I am easy prey, and he jumps on my back.
Just as he grabs for my ankles, the others begin to
yell at him, "No! No! No! Charles You can't do that;
you've got to catch him, not beat the hell out of him.
Let him up right now."

Charles is pissed off and complains, "You fuckers
didn't say anything about this before. What am I
suppose to do now?"

Mark says, "I stopped the watch; just let him up and
start all over. We're here to wrestle. But, remember,
you've got to catch him before you can take him down."

I get up slowly, my ribs aching, and move to the
middle of the room, vowing to elude this guy for as
long as I can. I don't want to be his prize. I hate
him. When Mark yells, "Continue!" Charles starts
towards me again. This time I move laterally as
quickly as I can so he cannot cut me off as easily. I
switch from right to left, and he grabs for me each
time. All he gets is a swipe at my chest or legs,
never really a hold of me. He leaves three fingernails
scratches on my arm, but nothing else.

We both begin to tire, so when I feel like it has been
more than two minutes, I run from him a while longer
until he trips me with an outstretched foot and I
tumble to the floor. He's on me quickly, but I try to
flail around so he cannot grab both of my limbs at the
same time. Getting me into a scissors hold with his
strong legs, he squeezes me until I submit and let him
lock my arms and legs together. Once the leash is in
place, Dr. Mark yells, "Time!"  With his head dripping
sweat on my back, he waits for the verdict. When he
hears, three minutes ten seconds, he yells, "Fuck!"
and slaps me across the head. "I'll get you again
CUNT." Leaving the room in anger, I lay quietly
resting and waiting to be released. There is some
satisfaction in knowing that Charles is out. I can
give in to David without being too obvious, and no one
will know how much I can't stand him.

To be continued. Please email me with your comments.
darkroad53@yahoo.com. Thanks.