Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:50:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 11 (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 11

Eric speaks quietly with Charles while Mark comes in
and releases me, giving me more water, another towel,
and a key. "Take that thing off your cock, slave.
You've earned it." When he leaves, I release the lock
and slip off the rings getting immediate relief. Then
I lay on the floor gathering my thoughts. One more
trial. Unless David really messes up, he and Eric will
compete against each other to see who will take me for
the night. I am left alone longer this time,
apparently so I can regain my strength. So, while I
relax, I think about what is going on with Becky. The
last time I saw her, she was carrying Paul on her back
toward the showers.

When David enters the room, I know it's time. I finish
the water and hand the towel to him. Even with the
rest, I am exhausted, and it shows. Mark comes in as
says, "Remember boy, if you don't give it your all,
you will be punished. Get up and get ready."

When David and I square off in the middle of the room,
he extends his hand to me. Before I react, I look him
over quickly. Even though he has a stern look in his
eyes, they don't show the meanness of Charles;
physically, he is in great shape, about the same
height as me, but stronger and more muscular. I won't
be able to overpower him, so if he does grab me, it
won't look like I am giving in too easily. I am going
to run, but I am also going to keep track of the time
mentally.

Thinking that he is sincere, I reach out to grasp his
hand. Instead of taking my hand, David lunges towards
me sliding his hand across my chest and under my
armpit. In one quick move he slams me to my back. With
his face very close to mine, he says, "Don't be so
stupid slave. You're supposed to stay away from me. If
you don't try any harder that this, you're going to be
punished." When he lifts his weight off me, he tells
me, "Get up and fight for yourself bitch."

I struggle to my feet somewhat dazed by what just
happened. I've been rudely warned, so I'll be on my
guard. David stalks and probes for openings, trying to
catch me. When moves to my left, I react quickly,
going right. He counters my move with unexpected
quickness and catches me flush on the chest with a
strong hand. I feel like I have been clothes-lined. My
feet fly up, and I land on my back. Instead of jumping
on me, David yells, "Get up slave. You're making it
too easy."

Even though I'm shaken by the blow, I get up and
weakly run from him. He gives me five seconds to catch
my breath; then he comes at me again. I run and elude
him this time. "Better, slave, better. Keep going." I
can't believe that he wants me to continue. The time
is clicking by and if he goes beyond Charles' time,
he'll be out.

While I'm trying to figure out a way to surrender, he
rushes me administering a hockey-like body-check into
the wall. When my head slams the wall, I see stars and
get so dizzy I almost lose consciousness. Seeing that
I am hurt, David backs away, grabs me by the neck and
drags me to the middle of the room. When he has me
facing the window, he shows me to the others before he
throws me to my stomach. I land with a thump, and
while he straddles me he grabs my wrists and roughly
attaches the buckle. Turning around, he grabs my
ankles and clips them together. With only the leash to
go, he raises his hand in victory. Then he attaches
the leash to the collar, jerks my head backward as he
threads the leash between the cuffs and tires it off,
leaving absolutely no slack. My ankles are bent
completely backward, and my head is pulled up and
back. He walks out of the room leaving me in a very
uncomfortable position.

Mark yells, "Two minutes forty-two seconds. You're
movin' on. And Paul is coming back with the bitch.
Let's see what he's been up to."

When Paul enters the room, Becky is not with him.
Instead, he drags in a male slave, locked into leather
wrists and ankle restraints, and a black salve collar
just like me. "Travis was so pissed off about losing
out, he fucking went out and brought in another slave
boy he been using around the house. This fucking slave
has just given me the perfect shower. I sat back while
he scrubbed my body front top to bottom. Then he got
on his knees and gave me a long, slow blowjob. I made
him suck my dick and lick my balls for a good half
hour. Then like it was made for him, I filled his
mouth with a load of hot cum, and he gulped it down.
You guys have got to try this boy's mouth out."

Charles jumps in with, "He's just what I need after
what happened to me in there. I won't get a chance at
johnny's ass, but I'll make sure this boy gives me all
I want. Hey! I've got an idea. Since I won't get to
fuck "the Prize", how about if these two double-team
me while you guys sit back and watch. I want to make
them switch back and forth between ball sucking and
cock sucking. Then will see which one gets my prize, a
load of my hit cum. How about it Mark?

"Sure, why not. They're here to take of us, so we
might as well use them. But let's make it interesting.
We'll lock their wrists to their ankles so it'll be
harder for them to move around. If they fuck up, we'll
use a belt on them."

Once our cuffs are secure, Charles sits down in a
chair, scoots his ass forward, spreads his legs, and
makes us kneel shoulder to shoulder between them. The
other boy starts on his cock, and I bend over to lick
and suck his balls. As he swirls his tongue around the
head, I lather his sac. "Fucking A! These two cunts
really know what they're doing, and they like it,
don't you boys?" All we dare do is murmur an "a huh"
as we work on him. When we start to get to him, he
hollers, "Stop! It's time to switch boys."

I sit back and let you slide down the length of his
long cock to his balls, and then I struggle in my
restraints to reach the head of his cock, so I can
pull it into my mouth. The more we work on him, the
more his cock and balls get lathered with our saliva
and the closer he gets to shooting. "Stop! Switch
again." After changing positions, we quickly get to
work. The other slave slides his shaft in and out of
his mouth while I vigorously work my tongue on his
balls. Even more quickly this time, he yells, "Stop!
Change places." He mockingly says, "I'm going to cum
in the mouth of "the Prize."

Know what is about to happen, I reluctantly cover his
cock with my mouth. After sliding it in and out a
number of times, he grabs my head and holds it
tightly. With only a couple of inches of his dick in
my mouth, there is plenty of room for his cum. When is
close to cumming, his cock  thickens, and he lets it
go with a deep guttural groan and throaty shout. Globs
and globs of cum flood my mouth, filling it as quickly
as I can swallow it.  I feel every throb and gush of
cum against my tongue. He shoots so much cum that my
eyes begin to water as I gasp for air. Once he stops
spurting, he glides his cock in and out of my mouth
until his spasms subside. Finally, when I've sucked
him dry, he pushes us backward and sighs deeply. "Man,
that was good! You've all got to try this. The only
thing better would be three mouths, one more to tongue
my ass too!"

"Okay, Charles, you've had your fun. Now we have to
get on with the match. Eric, you and David have got to
compete once more. The boys are in a good position, so
I say we have a jack off contest. First one to cum
gets my slave johnny for the night. The only catch is
that you have to use the opposite hand of the one you
normally use. Eric, since you are a southpaw, you have
to use your right hand to beat off.  David, you're a
righty, so you have to use your left hand. Eric, since
you had the fastest time, which slave gets to eat your
cum?"

Eric says, "I get johnny's mouth. After all, I'm going
to win his ass anyway."

David shoots, "You think so, Eric? We'll see. When
this cocksucker is in the middle of swallowing my load
before you shoot your first drop, I'll be the one
laughing. johnny's ass is mine!"

Mark says, "My decision will stand. Whoever shoots cum
first wins, no questions asked."  We are positioned
about three feet apart so Eric can stand in front of
me, David in front of the other boy, and Dr. Mark in
the middle. "Gentlemen start pumping. You slaves keep
your mouths open!"

Both men beat their cocks vigorously as their balls
bounce below their hands. They get fully erect very
quickly as each grunts and groans toward the climax
that will win "the Prize." We kneel quietly, naked,
restrained hand to foot with our mouths wide open so
we can catch the spurting cum of our Masters. While
the men work themselves, I gaze at their cocks. Eric's
is long, maybe eight inches and dead straight. The
head is full and pointed like an arrow. I can see his
veins bulging and straining as his hand jerks the
flesh up and down, opening and closing his slit. I
know he'll have a large load of cum to spurt into my
mouth.

I can't see David's cock as well, but it looks
somewhat shorter, but obviously thicker. It looks like
it curves slightly to the right, so his left hand is
sliding against it, causing more friction. His balls
are also heavier, and the head that sticks out about
his fist is rounded and mushroom shaped. If he wins,
I'll have a very difficult time when he ass fucks me.

By now both men are really working hard and groaning
more loudly. The moment I turn my attention back to
Eric, his cock explodes and white, creamy, sticky, hot
cum pours all over my face and into my mouth. The
taste is salty but not unpleasant. He is ecstatic, but
he continues draining himself into my mouth. I swallow
it all knowing that he is the winner, and soon I will
be taken away by him for a long night. David is
disappointed so he moves Eric away from my mouth and
continues jacking off until he cums in my mouth. I
swallow all of his cum too. Slapping me across the
mouth he growls, "I might not be getting your ass for
the night, BITCH, but at least you'll know the taste
of my cum when I take you another time."

As soon as the ordeal is over, Mark says, "Get this
fucker off his knees and strapped to the x-cross. I've
got another surprise for these two slaves before they
part company tonight. Eric and David lift me by my
arms and move me aside to kneel and watch what they
are going to do to the other slave. Charles removes
the buckles and jerks him to his feet. He  groans from
both the relief and the stiffness he feels from being
restrained on his knees for so long. Charles then
drags him to the cross. "Stand up and raise your arms,
bitch." When he doesn't move fast enough, Charles
slams his fist into his gut. "How's that feel, boy?"
Not wanting to give him any satisfaction, he reacts
only with, "Sorry, sir." Then he lifts his arms and
let Charles belt them to the uprights.

"What else do you want me to do to this bitch, Mark?"

"Nothing!"  Pointing down at me, he laughs, "We're
going to let this slave boy do our work while we sit
back and watch. This will be his reward for performing
so well in the competition. Get him up so we can get
started."  When my legs and arms are freed, I am taken
over to stand in front of the slave. While we try to
read each other's thoughts, a large, black duffle bag
is dropped at my feet. Mark says, "Everything you'll
need to take care of your new friend, rob is in the
bag. We'll tell you what to use and how to use it on
him. If you don't do exactly as we say, we'll use it
on you; I suggest you do as we say because you've got
a long night ahead of you anyway."

The threats are real, and I know it. I'll do whatever
they tell me now. Later is a different story. I don't
know what to expect, and it's beginning to get to me.

"johnny, gag and blindfold your bitch." Reaching into
the bag, I pick up a black cloth drawstring hood and a
ball gag, and then I look into slave rob's eyes to
say, "I'm sorry." When he opens his mouth, I know he
understands. I slide it through his teeth, and I
buckle it behind when he bows his head.  Then I slip
the hood over his head and pull the string closed.
He'll be able to breath, but if the ordeal lasts very
long, it will get hot and uncomfortable.

Dr. Mark says, "robbie, now you won't have to watch,
just feel what johnny's going to do to you. And, if it
gets to be too much, you can scream and cry into the
ball gag and still not disturb us. But I'm sure you
like this kind of treatment, so enjoy yourself."

"Okay, slave boy, before Eric drags you out of here,
we're going to have some fun with robbie. And the guys
want you to be the one to work him over. I get to go
first. Grab the tit clamps with the chain. They're
spring loaded, so all you have to do is pinch his
nipple and apply the clamp."

When I approach him, I whisper, "Sorry man." Then I
grab his right nipple, open the jaws of the clamp,
slide it in place and release it. I see it biting into
your flesh as you winch from the pressure and pain. To
complete the job, I take his right nipple between my
thumb and index finger, pulling it away from his chest
as I apply the clamp. With them in place the heavy
chain pulls them downward. I know they have to be
uncomfortable, so I don't disturb them. The guys see
that I'm trying not to cause you any pain, so Mark
yells, "Come on, slave. I told you that if you didn't
satisfy us, you'd get punished. Do you want to be
punished?"

"No Sir, I don't."

"Then make sure those clamps have got a good on his
tits. Pull on the chain and then twist it. If it stays
on, then you can let it hang on his chest. Get busy!"

Reluctantly, I pull on the chain until his nipples are
stretched tautly, and he tries to arch his back toward
the pressure. I can see him rolling his head trying to
endure the pain. When I twist the chain and he lets
out a muffled grunt and pitches his head forward, the
guys roar, "Yeah, that's it slave. Rip off his tits."
I see that he's in pain, and I can't do it any longer,
so I drop the chain.  I get away with it this time
because they want to go on.

Charles is next. "Now that we've got his tits taken
care of, I think his ass needs some attention. When I
really want to humiliate my slave, I make him wear a
bright red butt plug with a nice long, black horsetail
attached. Then he becomes my fucking pony boy.
Tonight, you're going to wear it. Get it out of the
bag, johnny; lube it up and shove it all the way in
his ass."

I pick up the plug and a bottle of lubricant. Trying
to make sure it won't hurt anymore that it has to, I
squirt the slippery substance over the five inch plug.
Walking over to the spread eagled slave, I kneel down.
With the plug in my right hand, I slide it between his
legs and swirl it around so the lube spreads out.
Charles yells, "Quit fuckin' around slave and get that
thing in his ass, or you'll be wearing one too!"  I
read his threat loud and clear. I shove and the plug
slides easily into him. The tapered base will keep it
where it belongs. When I move back I can see the black
horsehair hanging between his legs.

Eric yells immediately, "My turn!" This slave's balls
need stretching. His cock is already hard, so I know
he likes the treatment. Johnny, there is a small, wide
strap in the bag. Get it out."  I retrieve the strap,
holding it out for him to see. "Yeah, that's the one.
Grab his balls, pull them down, and snap it on. It'll
make his balls glow, nice and red. When I grab his
balls, he shudders, but I know I've got to keep going.
I milk his balls, coaxing them away from your body
without causing pain. When I've get them low enough, I
slide the strap behind them, wrap it around and snap
it in front. Master Eric is right. His balls start to
darken almost immediately. Eric says, Yeah, they're
lookin' good now!"

So far, he is holding up well. The torture devices are
uncomfortable, but apparently not terribly painful.
David says that he is next. "robbie! We've just been
playing with you. I know there are several spring
clothespins in the bag, and I want your friend johnny
to clamp them on you, one at a time. Reach down in the
bag and grab a handful, and we'll see how many you
come up with. Opening my hand, I reach in, feel the
pins and grab them. When I place them on the table,
David counts seven. "Okay, slave. That's not a bad
number. Just enough to cause a little pain. Take the
first two and attach them to his inner thighs. There's
just enough skin there to clip on a pin."

When I put them in place, the stinging pain makes him
flinch. "Good. We got a reaction. Put the next two
behind his balls. You know about the sensitive spot
don't you, slave?"

"Yes, Master David, I do."  I lift your strapped balls
and apply the biting clips.  "Now for the last three.
robbie, these are going to hurt, so get ready. johnny,
decorate the head of this cock with the last three.
Clip them right to the head. I want to hear him scream
and squirm around."

I really don't want to do this, but I take the three
clothespins and clip them to the head of his cock as
quickly as I can, thinking that you won't have to wear
them very long. When they are in place, I turn to look
at the men to see what I am to do next, hoping to get
this over with quickly.

Travis steps up and says, "I've got a good one for you
slave. There's a small whip in the bag. I'm going to
give you a choice. You can either whip robbie's body
with it or knock off each one of the pins. Make your
choice."

Knowing that the pins are burning badly, I opt for
knocking off the pins. The sooner I get them off his
body, the sooner the pain will subside. "Go to it. I
want to see how robbie takes it."  I swipe at the pins
on the head of your cock first. When the whip lands
the first time, the pin on the right side of your cock
flips off and into the air landing a foot away. I know
it hurts, and I hear a cry of pain and his breathing
quicken. Looking up to see if he is alright, I notice
that the hood is becoming wet from his saliva. There
is also a trickle of spit running down his chest. I
know I've got to get moving. I take two quick slashes
with the whip knocking off the other two pins. He's
shaking his head back and forth trying to endure the
pain. Two more swings of the whip knock off the pins
between his legs. Now all I have to whip off are the
ones behind his balls. I stop because I don't know
just how I can do this easily.

Travis yells, "Wait a minute. I think you should take
the last two off with your teeth. Just stick your face
under there and pull off the last two. Then you can
kiss his balls while you're there.
Figuring this is better than trying to whip them off,
I kneel in front of him, lift his swollen, ducky red
balls and take hold of both of the pins at once and
pull them off his tortured skin. There is a sigh of
relief in both of us. I back away again and wait.

Officer Mark says, "Okay, that was amusing, but
johnny's got to do one more thing before he goes.
Master Travis was so good to bring us another slave
boy to play with that johnny is going give him a going
away blowjob. Get your fucking slave mouth on robbie's
dick, NOW!"

I crawl up to robbie's cock and balls, take them in my
hands and pull them to my mouth. I  swallow his cock
and lather it with my spit, swirling my tongue around
the underside. I take his cock all the way to the back
of my throat and slide it all the way out to my lips;
then I take it back in; over and over I devour his
dick until he begins to moan in to the ball gag and
hood. The Masters see his reaction and Marks yells,
"These two cunts are enjoying this too much. Get your
belts and give me mine. Travis hands him a belt and
four men surround us, two standing behind rob and two
behind me. When the first belt lands on my ass, I pull
my mouth away from rob's cock.  "DON'T STOP, CUNT!
KEEP EATING."  I go back to eating rob's cock as the
men beat us with their belts. We both moan and groan
as the belts rain down on us causing painful welts on
our asses. It is very difficult for me to concentrate,
but I do my best to bring rob to a climax.

My mouth and jaws are tired, and spit runs down my
mouth on onto my chest. Then, with one last gasp, rob
grunts loudly, and I taste his hot cum as it fills my
mouth. After one swallow, Travis yells at me, "Stop
swallowing, cunt. Just hold his cum in your mouth.
When he stops shooting, close your mouth and stand up.
rob shoots three more globs into my mouth and stops.
As order, I pull away, close my mouth filled with his
sperm, and I stand up.


"Okay, CUNT. Keep your mouth full while you take off
robbie's hood and ball gag." When I pull off the hood,
rob takes a deep breath of fresh air and see that I
have his cum in my mouth. As I unbuckle the ball gag,
Travis says, "Step up to you new friend and share you
mouthful of cum with him. robbie, you can lick the
inside of johnnie's mouth if you want.  I am
completely humiliated by what I have been ordered to
do. I want o die, but I step up to rob and kiss him
deeply, depositing his cum in his mouth. As we stand
there kissing, Travis laughs, "johnnie's learn a new
trick today, guys. How about that? And he didn't even
hesitate. You're turning into a real slutty cunt
aren't you?"

When I step away from rob, I bowed my head in share
and drop to my knees, beaten.

Paul says, "Well since I'm last, this is what I want
you to do....