Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2007 11:21:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 12 (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 12

Back to work, johnnie; you've rested enough. "Take off
the tit clamps." I approach rob and squeeze both of
the spring-loaded clips at the same time. The relief
and shooting, burning pain as blood rushes into rob's
nipples is immediate. He sucks in a deep breath of air
when I drop the chain. Paul continues, "It's time to
take care of your friend's nipples. Use you tongue and
lips to soothe those tortured tips. And, while you're
at it, let us hear how much you like to suck another
guy. Make those moans and groans really sound out."

It is bad enough that I have to perform for these
guys; now I have to fake sounds of pleasure and
ecstasy while I am doing it. I feel my face blushing
red, but I face away from them to hide my
embarrassment. The I hear them yelling, "Do it boy!
Suck those tits and see it you can make him shoot his
load again."

With my mouth open and tongue flattened and poised to
go to work, I cover his right nipple, suck it in and
swirl my tongue around and around, mush like I would
like to have my nipples stimulated. The moans I force
from deep in my throat seem strange and familiar at
the same time. This treatment obviously feels good;
rob seems calm and relaxed, and his breathing has
slowed.  "Switch, boy; he's got two tits. Make them
hard and sensitive. We might want to clamp them
again."  I slide my mouth across his chest and draw in
his left nipple, giving it the same attention. I
change the pitch and tone of my moans in order to
please the Masters. They order me to switch nipples
again, then again. A good five minutes have passed,
and they seem satisfied, so Paul orders me to stop.

Paul says, "His tits look pretty good, wet and erect.
You can add tit sucker to your resume, slave. Say,
rob, was it good for you?"

He simply nods his head and moans.

"Okay, Johnny," Paul says, "Kneel down right where you
are." When I drop to the floor, rob's limp, cum
covered cock is within inches of my mouth. I don't
need any further instructions or orders. I know what
to do. "johnny, pay attention! I want this to last for
a while, so do exactly as I say. Take one hand and
lift up his balls so you can easily put your mouth
behind them. With the other hand, grab that butt plug
by the horse tail and work it around in his ass. Push
on it; pull on it, and grind it in circles. That
should make rob feel really good."

I take your balls in my left hand, bend my head to the
right and lay my open mouth right on the sensitive
spot. I begin twisting the horsetail, and your
reaction is a deep guttural groan. "Take your time,
Johnny and nibble slowly, sucking in just enough of hm
to make a good seal. Let's hear you."

I let out with a humming groan that can be heard by
them and felt by rob as it resonates up inside his
pelvis. "Oh, yeah! That sounds great. Keep at it boy,
and add a little tongue. Work that butt plug." I do
exactly as he says, knowing that this kind of
stimulation is driving you nuts. They are silent for a
couple of minutes while I continue licking and
sucking.

Finally, Paul says, "Move up to his balls, Johnny.
Open your mouth wide, flatten out your tongue and make
long passes all over his balls just like a dog. He'll
love it."  So, like a dog licks with its whole tongue,
I start under his balls, and I slide my tongue all
around as well as into the sensitive crook between
them and your legs where I had clipped the biting
pins. I'm trying to stimulate and soothe the whole
area.  I hear the men clapping their approval. Then
Paul says, "Good enough, Johnny. Now take his cock in
your hand put the head in your mouth. Close it an wait
until I tell you what's next."

With rob's  soft cock in my right hand, I open my
mouth and slide the head past my lips. Holding you
tightly with them, I wait. What I hear are the men
pulling their chairs up to us to get a closer look.
When they are in place, Paul says, "Pull the butt plug
out, and replace it with your finger, slave. Keep a
good lip lock on him while you slide his cock to the
back of your throat. Then hold it there until I say to
back off. Do this until I know he's about to cum. Do
it, NOW!"

The ordeal begins as I feel his cock hardening again
and slide to the back of my throat.  I drive my finger
into his ass. I know it feels great to have your cock
buried deep in a hot, wet, living hole, but after
several seconds of not breathing, I get scared. As
soon as my gag reflex takes over, Paul yells, "Back
off!"

I do with a much-needed gasp of air. "Calm yourself
down, boy. robbie might need a long time to cum doing
it this way. Take a breath and get his cock back into
your mouth."

Knowing that I don't have a choice, I slide his cock
back into my mouth. This time I try to relax when I
feel the head deep in my throat, In fact, I can even
get a little air if I flex my throat muscles. I last
twice as long this time. When I begin to gag, Paul
grabs the back of my head and rudely pulls my mouth
off his cock. "He growls in my ear, "Not bad slave.
I'm doing this because I know Eric loves to have his
cock buried in a slave's mouth. He tells me that he
once had a slave suck his cock for two hours while he
sat back and watched a movie. You'd like that,
wouldn't you slave?"

I feel completely powerless now, so I say, "Yes, Sir,
I would."

"Okay then. Let's finish Robbie off so Eric can take
his `Prize' home for the evening. Get back on his
cock! Just keep a good lock on him and pump your head
up and down until he comes. And I'm going to take out
the ball gag so we all can hear him scream when he
explodes in your mouth."

I cover his cock one last time. As I begin to slide up
and down on him and work my finger, the friction and
heat begins to build up quickly. His cock thickens
from the stimulation, and his grunts and groans become
louder and more frequent. Without the ball gag, he
breathes heavily. I can feel the heat emanating from
his legs, and his sweat begins to drip all over me.
Since he can hardly move, it is more difficult for him
to cum a second time, so he fights the belts, growling
like a caged animal. I work his cock harder, holding
him with my hand and driving him deeply into my
throat. I want this over with because my jaws are
aching and my throat is irritated. Over and over I
pound him into me and fuck him with my finger until I
feel him shudder and let out with a wild cry of
relief. When I feel the first glob of cum hit my
throat, I stop pumping my head and begin swallowing.
Even though this is a second time, his release seems
massive. I've never eaten this much cum before. I hold
his throbbing cock in my mouth and I suck gently while
I wait for my orders.

In somewhat of a daze, I sit back and hear them
talking. They seem pleased as I hear them talking
about how hot the scene was. Master Eric is boasting
about how much fun he is going to have with me. Then I
seem to hear Mark say that it's time for me to be
given to Eric for the night. I feel two arms drag me
back away from rob and toward another room.  Before
I'm taken through the doorway, I look at rob and
wonder, "Will this be the last time I see him? And
what is going to happen to me now?"

As I am taken into the other room, I see that rob is
still secured to the x-cross, head bowed, naked,
sweating, and exhausted. Master David and Master Paul
drop me to my knees in the middle of the floor and
without warning the ball gag that had tortured rob's
mouth is shoved into mine, and my head is covered with
the same sweaty, black hood. Now that I am silenced
and blinded, all can do is listen to the activity
around me. A new, wider and thicker collar is belted
around my neck. I can feel the weight of the lock
hanging in front. They replace my wrist cuffs with
more rigid ones. Then I feel a rod against my back. My
wrists are stretched back and down, and the rod is
attached to my neck collar. Now my arms and neck
movements are severely restricted, obviously to exert
total control of me and to break my spirit.

Then the shouting begins. I think there are three men
in the room beside myself. From behind me I hear, "GET
THE FUCK UP SLAVE! ON YOUR FEET, NOW! As I struggle
against the restraints to get to my feet, I hear,
"LOOK AT THIS PATHETIC CUNT; ARE YOU THAT WEAK, BITCH.
STAND STILL AND STOP WOBBLING AROUND!"  It takes me a
moment, but I manage to stand still although I am
breathing heavily from the strain.

Recognizing Master Eric's voice, he says, "You call
yourself a prize? You're nothing but a skinny, naked
little bitch who likes to suck cock. I can get that
anywhere. I think you need to prove to me that you are
worthy enough to become my slave."

I'm listening to all these humiliating taunts, and it
scares me. I don't know what he is talking about. I
was taken against my will, and he's acting like I
asked to be treated like this. I want to plead with
him for mercy, but with the ball gag in place, I am
helpless.

Pushing me further, he yells, "THIS BITCH NEEDS TO BE
TAUGHT A LESSON. BRING THAT OTHER SLAVE IN HERE. I
WANT HIM TO PUT HIM TO WORK.  For the next couple of
minutes I am left standing naked and restrained,
wondering what is going to happen to me. Then I hear
the men come back into the room.

Eric says to rob, "Okay, slave you're going to help me
with your friend here. He got to work you over, and
now it's your turn. Take this spreader bar and lock it
to his ankle cuffs. I want this bitch's legs wide
apart. He's got to learn never to put his legs
together, and after I get done with him he won't want
to close them ever again."

I feel the bar being attached to my right ankle. Then
I hear rob say quietly, "John, you're going to have to
spread your legs farther apart. This thing's about
three feet wide.  Eric hears rob talking to me and
yells angrily, "YOU TWO BITCHES SHUT UP. QUIT
STALLING, AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS."

When he kneels in front of me and grabs my ankle to
spread my legs further apart, I lose my balance and
fall on his back. Eric gets enraged and yells even
louder, "GET UP, BITCH. GET UP! YOU'RE REALLY PISSING
ME OFF.ONE MOR SLIP AND EVERY GUY HERE WILL RAPE YOUR
ASS!"

This is enough to send a wave of shivers through me,
so I use every bit of strength I have to keep myself
upright until rob is finished binding my ankles to the
bar.  Once the bar is in place and he moves away from
me, Master Eric throws a length of rope to rob and
says, "Tie one end to his cuffs, and then get up on
that ladder and thread the other end through the
eyehook in the ceiling." Working as quickly as he can,
he tethers the rope to my wrist cuffs, climbs the
ladder, and slips the rope through the hook. Before he
has a chance to get down, Eric says, "Just stay up
there and pull the rope through until I tell you to
stop."

"Yes, Sir" As he pull the rope, my arms are forced
upward toward the ceiling. Master Eric yells at me,
"DON'T YOU FUCKIN' MOVE CUNT!"  When my arms cannot be
pull any further without bending me over, Eric yells,
"STOP!" Even though I am flat footed, my position will
become quite painful. I can feel the numbness creeping
into my arms already.

"Master Eric laughs, "That's what I like to see, a
slave boy, naked, blinded, gagged, and bound, all
nicely displayed for me to use any way I want."
Making it sound like rob is his partner, he says,
"rob, the first thing we are going to do is hang some
weight on johnny's balls. He needs a constant reminder
of why he is here. Johnny, you know why you are here
don't you?"

All I can manage is a muffled moaning sound. Master
Eric laughs and says, "See, I knew it; johnny's likes
being a slave. His deepest, darkest wish is to be
completely controlled and dominated by a man. He's
like a little boy who needs to be trained and
discipline to follows instructions and orders. I'm
right aren't I, Johnny? Just nod your head like an
obedient little boy if you understand."

As humiliating as it is, I follow his directions and
shake my head up and down. "Wonderful! Let's get down
to business, rob. And while we're at it, since I've
got another one, fetch the horsetail butt plug that in
my bag. I'm going to treat Johnny like a wild little
pony that needs to be broken and domesticated, so he
needs to wear a tail, don't you think?

rob agrees with Master Eric, "Yes, Sir; he would look
good with the tail hanging between his legs; I'll go
get it." While rob is gone, Master Eric grabs my balls
and squeezes them until I let out the muffled, painful
cry that he wants to hear. Then he pulls down on them
and wraps a strap and snaps it on. Knowing that he is
going to hang something between my legs, I brace
myself  for the initial shock of the weight pulling on
my balls. But even though I am prepared, my balls feel
like they will be ripped from my body when he drops
the weight instead of simply hanging it from the
strap. I cry out again, this time louder and more
desperate than before.

While I struggle to relax and not fight the torturous
weight, rob returns, "Master Eric here is the butt
plug."

rob, you've got the honor of shoving it up your
friend's ass, so get busy. You can lube it up, but
then I want you to do it fast and hard. He's got to
get use to giving up himself up willingly."

With the unseen weight swaying between my legs and
tugging on my balls, all I can do is submit  to being
invaded again. I feel myself breathing rapidly, a sure
sign of nervousness and anticipation. Even though I
know it's coming, I jerk and moan when rob slides the
plug between my ass cheeks. When he stops instead of
thrusting it into me, Master Eric yells angrily,
"SHOVE IT IN, SLAVE; SHOVE IT IN HARD, NOW!"  He rams
it to the hilt so hard that I rise up on the balls of
my feet grunting as loud as I can around the ball gag.

Master Eric then tells you, "That's the way to do it.
Now, since he put tit clamps on you, you get to return
the favor, only this time I want you to hang this in
the middle of the chain. It'll give johnny something
else to think about."

I feel him pinch my right nipple and apply the clamp.
As he tightens the screw, I jut out my chest trying to
escape the inevitable pain. Master Eric says, "Don't
fight it, slave. You just make things worse." When the
clamp is in place, he takes my left nipple, pinches it
between his thumb and forefinger, and attaches the
clamp. The final insult comes when I feel him hang the
weight on the chain and the nerve endings in my
nipples send the pain to my brain. I can't help but to
cry out again. The repeated assaults to my body have
me sobbing and drooling around the ball gag. All I can
do is moan and groan and thrash my head back and
forth.

Master Eric says to you, "He's done Rob. Leave the
room, and Mark will tell you what to do. johnny's got
a long night ahead of him."  Master Eric turns his
attention back to me when he slaps me across the head
and says, "Quit your fuckin' moanin'. I haven't even
begun to work on you." He grabs my cock and begins to
slide his hand up and down the shaft. I can't resist
the stimulation, and my cock starts to get hard.
Taunting me, Master Eric laughs, "If you are in so
much pain, why is your cock getting hard so fast."

The hood is ripped from my head, and I feel the
coolness and relief hit me as he continues berating
me, "You like this, don't you Johnny. All the better!
But what I want to see is how willing you are to
perform after your cock has been milked and some of
that burning desire is gone. Let's get Rob back in
here to help out."

Master Eric leaves the room, and for the first time I
see that I am standing in front of a wall size mirror.
My naked body has been securely bound in a very
restrictive and uncomfortable position.  My legs are
spread at least three feet apart, and a bar is locked
to the ankles cuffs. A thick, black, slave collar is
belted to my neck with a padlock, and a rigid bar runs
down my back to the wrist cuffs keeping my arms
extended and set in place. Between my legs hangs a
horsetail that's attached to the butt plug filling my
ass. My mouth is tortured by a rubber ball gag that
has long since made my mouth drool like a baby and my
jaw ache.  And finally, I see and feel the weight
hanging from the chain that has been clamped to my
nipples. Master Eric has seen to it that I will suffer
under his rule for as long as he wants. I am at my
lowest, and there is no escape.

rob bursts into the room and crashes to the floor,
having been shoved by Master Eric. rob is still naked,
but when he stands him in front of me, I see that his
cock has been imprisoned in a leather jockstrap
effectively keeps it from getting hard. His hands are
behind his back in handcuffs with a chain running down
to the center of a chain between his ankle cuffs.

"Before Master Mark puts robbie back into his cage for
the night, he's going to suck your dick until you cum.
You are to remain silent no matter how much you want
to cry out. robbie, since you only have use of your
mouth, I want you to really work on the head of
johnny's cock. You are not allowed to go down on his
shaft or to lick his balls. Now get started."

rob sucks the head of my cock into his mouth and
begins working his tongue on the underside, up and
down, up and down, up and down. Then for a moment he
sucks harder, almost to the point of pain, but then
backs off and begins swirling his tongue around the
head. This time, when he stops, my cock is under his
tongue and he slides the underside over the top, back
and forth, back and forth, back and forth.  He makes
me breathe more rapidly, in short staccato like
breaths that I hope is okay with Master Eric. I can't
take the chance of letting out the moans and groans
deep inside me. The constant pressure on the head of
my cock has brought me to the edge very rapidly.

I glance at Master Eric to see how he is reacting, and
I notice that he has a satisfied look on his face. He
know that I am in agony, needing desperately to cry
out and to cum like never before.
The he says, "Rob, stop, but keep his cock in your
mouth and listen carefully. When Johnny begins to cum,
hold it in your mouth, but do not swallow even a drop.
I've got something else in mind. Now, continue."

He immediately goes back to work on my cock, sucking,
swirling, licking more intently than before. I am
close and Eric knows it. To intensify the situation,
Eric moves behind me, and I feel the strands of a whip
cut into the soft, vulnerable, flesh of my ass and
legs. I cannot move, but I jerk when he strikes me
with the whip, wanting to scream from the pain, but
too scared to disobey his orders. I bite into the ball
each time the fiery leather slashes my flesh. To
torture me even more, he swings the whip through the
air making it sing each time before he hits me. I feel
each one, two across my ass, two right below my
buttocks, two more half-way down my hamstrings, and
two across the knees.

"PLEASURE AND PAIN, SLAVE; PLEASURE AND PAIN; YOU LOVE
IT; YOU CRAVE IT; CUM, BOY! CUM WHILE YOU BEING
WHIPPED BY YOUR MASTER! CUM WHILE ANOTHER SLAVE SUCKS
YOUR LITTLE COCK!"

The taunting and rob's sucking is too much, and I
thrust my hips forward, grunting loudly as I  begin
shooting my cum into his waiting mouth; each time my
cock throbs, another spurt shoots out; he has stopped
sucking so all the sum that flows into his mouth is
from the force of the climax.

Master Eric yells at rob while he continues to whip
me, "Remember, slave, don't swallow his cum." When he
stops, he looks at us and laughs. "Stay right where
you are, slaves. Guys, you've got to come in here, and
bring a camera." The others come into the room
immediately, Mark carrying a camera. Master Eric says,
"I want a several pictures of this. Take some pictures
of how well johnny's ass has been whipped. Then make
sure you get pictures of robbie sucking johnny's
cock."

Mark clicks away as Master Eric turns his attention to
rob. "Here is a small cup. Spit johnny's cum into it."
 He does, and I see my own cum dropping out of his
mouth and into the cup in Master Eric's hand. "That's
good."  As he unbuckles the straps and removes the
ball gag from my mouth, he says, "Gentlemen, let's all
watch as slave boy johnny eats his own cum. Open up,
johnny."

Since I don't have a choice, I take one look at rob
kneeling at my feet, and feeling completely
humiliated, I open my mouth, and Master Eric pours in
the mixture of cum and saliva. I close my eyes and
swallow it all. When it's gone, I bow my head. With
the relief of the climax gone, I once again feel the
harsh cuffs, the uncomfortable position I'm in, and
the lingering effects of the whip marks.  The other
men are clapping and laughing, and I am alone in agony
and feeling completely broken.

Mark says, "Okay Eric, you better get him out of here
and have some fun. After these guys have seen what
you've done to johnny, they'd love to get a crack at
him.

"Yeah, you're right Mark. I'll cut him down and take
him over to my place." Grabbing me by the jaw, he
says, "You ARE ready to go aren't you Johnny?"

I am so tired and sore from being restrained and
tormented, I'm ready to agree to anything, so I say
quietly, "Yes, sir."