Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2005 10:59:20 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Hard Discovery

Thanks for the encouragement guys! Following is my second
story.  Good Counsul is continuing chapter 3 should be here
within a week. As usual comments are appreciated, flames
will be ignored.
Email < rodwl@comcast.net >
Rod


Hard Discovery

Friday finally came, paychecks were distributed.   The
normal back-up getting away from the office was bad as ever.
Terry was glad to see the week come to an end.  He couldn't
believe all the hassles he had to deal with this week.  His
company was planning to release his team's newest video game
which was six months in programming.   Every target date set
for this team was accomplished sooner than scheduled.  His
boss was so pleased by the progress of Terry's team, they
had even been given an extra week of vacation for the
following week.  Then all hell broke loose.

At least it wasn't his fault.  His team did everything they
could. They were ahead of schedule and were counting on
beating any previous time record: however, the new head of
the production department, James, thought he knew better and
before sending the code to production, this ass-hole decided
to change a few lines of code.  He thought his contribution
would improve the game.  When the game became a hit, with
his changes, James fantasized he would be set for life and
his position with the company would be secure.

After all, unlike the programming team, who were all
graduates from the same university and members of the same
fraternity, James was from a different school.  James
graduated fro a school which unfortunately was a chief rival
of the school the programmers claimed as their Alma Mater.
James dreamed of the day when he could best these
characters. These programmers were from an elite school.
They had the attitude they were better than everyone else
because of money and privilege.  On the other hand, James
was from a state university.  While it cost a lot less, he
felt sure his education was every bit as good as theirs.
The change in their game code was his chance to show them
up.

Everything seemed to be going fine until quality control
sent a few copies for testing.  In the evenings a number of
high school kids were paid by the company to test out any
games in production.  The kids would try every way to test
them, or trash them.  They would evaluate the games and give
their opinions. If a program didn't get through this step,
production would be halted immediately and the team
responsible for the game better be able to fix the problem
right away.

The test group wasn't thrilled with the game. They couldn't
believe what they were sent. Most of the kids worked for the
company for a while and were aware of the quality guidelines
the company adhered to.  The new game didn't come close to
those standards, and to put it mildly, they thought if
stunk.  When their reports hit the quality control
administrator's desk Terry was called on the carpet.  It
took two days for Terry and his team to figure out what
happened.  One of Terry's team discovered what James had
done.

With twenty-four hours of hard work and no sleep, Terry's
team managed to pull a rabbit out of the hat and return the
code to its original state. Terry approved it and released
it to the production computers. They were clever enough to
cover their tracks and James was unaware of their
reconstructed coding.  James cost them precious time which
would have allowed them to break a record; however, Terry's
manager understood what happened and decided not to revoke
the extra vacation time he awarded them.

The team was looking forward to the time off.  They managed
to get the cabin, close to the edge of a natural forest,
about seventy-five miles out of town. The cabin and the land
around it were owned by Eddie's family for years.  Eddie was
a member of Terry's team. It was one of the few pieces of
property which had not been deeded back to the National
Forest.  Families who owned the 10 to 20 acres lots passed
them down from generation to generation.

Each time a deed was passed down, there was a rider attached
which stated the property must stay within the family.
Eddie's father died while he was away at college. When he
came back home for his dad's funeral, Eddie was given the
deed to the seventeen acres and the cabin with the usual
proviso.  Eddie loved the cabin. As a boy spent many weeks
there.  He learned a lot at the cabin.  His father often
took him there, just the two of them, and left Eddie's
mother and two sisters at home.

Eddie's dad always said the cabin was for the men in the
family, not the women, they were not invited.  Little did
any of the women in Eddie's family realize Eddie's father
and the other men who owned the cabins in that area all felt
the same.  The time spent at the cabins was for fathers,
sons, uncles, grandfathers or any other men either related
or invited to join in the festivities. These were the places
where the older generation taught the younger generation
what they needed in life, not how to earn a living, but how
to really enjoy life.  This is where the men taught the boys
to be men and enjoy pleasure that could only be bestowed
from one man to another, pure unadulterated man to man sex.
The men who owned these cabins were very careful. The sons
had to become of age before they ever became aware of what
the real purpose of these vacation sites where.  Until they
reached the proper age, everything was kept on the up and
up.  The cabins were a place where a father and son could
camp together, fish together and hopefully, form that bond
that could blossom when the son became of age.  No perverts
or child molesters in the group, just all honest hard
working middle class men with a respect for themselves and
manhood in general.  They knew who they were and what was
expected of them in life, but they also knew what could
pleasure a man more than anything else, certainly more than
any of their wives.  With the cabins and the activities
indulged there, not one divorce ever took place within these
families.  The men appreciated their wives and came home
just hungry enough that every one of the wives thought their
husbands had missed them to the extent that their arrival at
home was the start of quite a blissful encounter.  The women
always seemed to float through the days following their
husbands return.

Eddie was indoctrinated into the full purpose of these
getaways. At the time of his father's passing, he was still
in college and had not married.  In fact, he found after his
father had introduced him to the male pleasures of the
flesh, he instead wanted a male relationship, and endeavored
to pursue one all through college.  This was the reason
bringing him and Terry together.  They became close not long
after meeting during Eddie's initiation into the fraternity.
In short order, he became close to Scott the current
president of the fraternity and a senior there.  Terry had
been Eddie's big brother and really gotten him through hell
week.  Afterwards, he became a constant source of support,
whether it was tutoring in his classes, a shoulder to cry on
when he bottomed out over his father's death, or even a jack-
off buddy who somehow turned into the love of his life.

The guys had been lucky; Scott had stuck around a few extra
years for some grad courses in Computer science.  His
parents were loaded and really didn't care if he became a
professional student.  Then suddenly, a year or so after
Terry had graduated and gotten a job with the video game
company, Scott found himself in a dilemma, his parents were
killed in an airplane crash.  They were off on vacation
again and bam, their plane goes down in a storm and wipes
out his meal ticket.  Normally a kid with such parents would
be set for life, but in this particular case not quite the
story.  His fathers' wealth was tied up in the business now
being managed by his uncle, but the real kicker was  his
uncle had convinced his father for Scott to make anything of
himself, he had to first of all leave school before the age
of 26, and secondly from then until the age of 35, work.  He
would be given five hundred dollars a month for various
expenses and provided with a place to live, rented from the
business holdings, but in order to receive these he had to
show his pay stubs every month before the checks would be
written to cover this items.  If he did not work, he would
be out of luck completely and, if by the age of 30 he was
not working constantly and providing these proofs of his
labors, the entire estate would pass on to charity.

As luck might have it, when he called Terry his best buddy
from college, he found Terry's current assignment was to put
together a team to write code for video games.  With all the
computer science courses he'd taken, the time he had
invested in playing exactly those types of games, and his
current need for a job, how could he go wrong?  It was like
manna from heaven.  He could be around his best bud, do
something he really didn't consider as work, get a paycheck
and still work towards eventually receiving his inheritance.

Terry explained he needed a third person as well; in a flash
they both said "Eddie!"  The three musketeers from the frat
could be together again.  Eddie just graduated from the
university and didn't really know what to do with himself.
When Terry left the university and gotten the job Eddie was
torn in his decision what to do and had just been drifting
for a while.  He was living at the cabin since graduation
and though he longed for Terry, didn't feel himself to be in
a position to do anything other than hang out at the cabin.

When Terry called him and explained what was going on and
Scott would be there as well, he couldn't believe what was
happening and all too soon agreed to join them.  This
finally was a way to be back with Terry, be with Scott who
he also adored, use what he had learned at the university,
and maybe even do something with his life.  Maybe his dad
had heard his prayers and figured out a way to answer them.

The three men decided that it would be all the better to
move in together and through some wheeling and dealing,
Scott convinced his uncle to allow his buddies to pay the
difference and between his allowance for his apartment and
what Eddie and Terry would put in the business rented them a
sufficiently sized apartment where they could all live
together.

Their dreams where answered, everything in their life seemed
to be going according to someone's plan, it wasn't their
own, but to them, it was a pretty good one, as far as they
were concerned.

Everything was going great, they were in a position to beat
the past record for a new game to be created and make it to
the store shelves.  The pre-release critiques for the game
were tremendous.  It was expected the game would also beat
all previous sales records.  Between them they designed a
newer set of code that allowed the system to react to the
player faster, with more special effects, more surprises,
and more twists and turns than any games before.  The only
problem was the code was very unforgiving,  one code error
somewhere in the program and the whole thing could go
berserk with results so varied and erratic any player would
be ready to destroy the game and wish he never seen it.
But, without error, and they had painstakingly seen to it
there was none, the game operated like no game ever before
seen.  This version would be the gamer's' dream, he wouldn't
want to ever leave this one, unless of course a new version
would come out as an update.  The guys had already seen to
that and were actually through the first stages of the newer
version they hoped to complete within about another nine
months and market within the year.  With the lead in created
by the game they were releasing the newer version should
sweep the market and trounce any competition.

But now they had a problem, James, that asshole, had screwed
around with their baby.  He cost them valuable time.
Fortunately the quality control caught the problem before
any of the games were shipped, but it caused a delay of
three or fours days in shipping and cost them the record.
They managed to get things corrected without James knowing
they had done so, but now they needed to figure a payback
for James. How could they do that?

Terry walked into their apartment after stopping at the bank
to deposit his check and a quick stop at the local Pizza
Hut. It was time for their traditional Friday feast of
pizza, bread sticks, and beer.  The pizza and bread sticks
of course from Pizza Hut, but the beer, well with three guys
not much past college age, they had it on tap.  It was
delivered whenever they called, a keg at a time, unless they
were having a party, then maybe two or three.  It seemed
their beer drinking was still increasing, one would have
thought it might start to taper a bit after college but
considering the hunk that delivered the beer when they
called for a delivery, they just kept it coming and they had
to empty the barrel in order to get another one, didn't
they?
It wasn't a hard delivery for the beer guy, first floor,
place for the keg within feet of the door, easy parking just
a matter of a few feet outside the door, it seemed at least
one or more of the guys were always waiting to take
delivery, they did call at odd times, and though the
delivery wasn't hard, the delivery man always ended up very
hard and as drained as the keg he was taking away when he
finally was leaving.  Funny how the office knew to always
schedule this stop as the last one for the day!

With the pizza and bread sticks gone and the beer starting
to take its hold the guys started to discuss their latest
problem, James.  It seems Eddie did some checking and found
out a little bit about him during the afternoon, once the
fires were extinguished.  James was indeed a funny bird.  He
graduated from the state university with a degree in
computer science, made good scores but not straight A's.  He
dated a few girls during his college career but seemed to be
unattached at the time. From what could be determined, at
the present he wasn't going with anyone, lived alone and
didn't seem to have much of a life outside of work.

The three were planning on going up to the cabin on Saturday
morning and stay the week.  They earned the week of vacation
and thought this was the best place to spend it.  They could
really relax, after the last six months, they needed it.
They tried to get away at least a week-end a month but that
short amount of time didn't really let them get fully
recharged.  It wasn't a long enough time for them all to
drain each other completely and thoroughly, they just seemed
to get started and they ended up heading back to the city
for another week on their project.  They would make a few
stops in the morning for supplies and then the sun, the
lake, and each other for a whole week.  That should
revitalize them.

Odd as it might seem they were not a group of guys to sleep
in.  As the sun arose on Saturday morning, so had the guys.
Everything they needed for week needed to be packed and
taken to the car.  There weren't many clothes; they didn't
need them at the cabin, but their bags of toys they loved so
well, needed to go.  One would think since Eddie owned the
cabin he would just keep a full supply there but in his
generosity he allowed his uncle to take his son up there and
still being underage, the items were best not left on the
premises. This was the reason he had to reserve his own
cabin, his uncle also used it quite often and the guys
didn't want him showing up with his son, at least not this
week. His cousin was really the inquisitive type and snoopy
as well.  If he caught sight of something unusual he would
definitely ask all the wrong questions.  His uncle would
have a problem and in turn so would Eddie for having left
the item there where his cousin could find it.

Once packing was done, the suburban was all loaded, whatever
they needed to take was in and the coolers where in place to
accept the items they would pick up at the grocery. The guys
locked up the apartment after verifying all was ready and OK
to be left for a week, and leaped into the car to finish the
business needed before heading out for the cabin.

Though an hour for these three guys didn't seem too long,
that's what it took for them to finally decide on everything
they would need for their time at the cabin. They always
bought more than they figured they would need.  Occasionally
someone would stop by, or, if nothing else it was nice to
bring some back so the house wouldn't be empty of food when
they returned.  They were usually too tired to go shopping
on the way back, and it was usually too late anyway.

Eddie seemed to be going a little more overboard than usual.
He seemed to be putting a little more in the basket than his
normal, but no one thought anything about it, Eddie was
Eddie, he never wanted to run out of anything, "always
better to have too much than not enough", he was always
telling the other guys.

As they pulled out of the grocery parking lot, Eddie turned
a different direction than normal.  When Scott asked him,
"What gives?" Eddie replied with a question. "You know how
we have been trying to think of a way to get back at James?"

"Yeah!" chimed it both of the other guys at the same time.

"Well I think I know of a way.  Are you with me?"

"Lay it on us, what are we going to do?" asked Scott.

"I told you I got a lot of info on James yesterday, well, I
also found out a few of his usual habits and where he lives.
I'll explain on the way over there, but let's just say for
now we're going to ask him to join us for the weekend at the
cabin."

"But we aren't coming back tomorrow evening and he would
need to get back to go to work wouldn't he?" asked Terry
"Especially after that screw up, his job is probably really
on the line, I would think!"

"Yeah it probably is, but we are just going to help things
along a little bit, he will  think he's coming back Sunday,
but when we get through he won't have anything to come back
for, that is when we do, if we do, bring him back."

Their drive was only about ten minutes, but since the three
usually were able to complete each others thoughts, as soon
as Eddie began to outline his plan the others picked up on
what he had in mind and before they could pull up in front
of James' place they all knew and agreed exactly what they
were going to do.  James would really wish he never messed
with their programs by the time the guys were done.

The only concern was if they couldn't convince him to join
them for the weekend.  Terry was so upset over what James
did that he didn't feel it would be an obstacle.  He would
come with them one way or the other, and he had just the
idea of the "other" if James didn't want to cooperate with
their initial plan.

Their only hope now was that James stayed with his normal
schedule today.  They found that he normally stayed home, as
if he really went anywhere anyway on Saturday, and cleaned
his little apartment.  After finishing it he would normally
leave around noon to eat at the Mceydee's around the corner.
Since it was about 10:30 they figured he should still be at
home.

Terry thought it might be best if he went alone so, by
himself, he skittered up the two flights of stairs leading
to James apartment.  A few seconds after ringing the bell
James came to the door, casually dressed in shorts, tee-
shirt and sandals, nothing surprising there, but the look on
his face as he realized who his visitor was was priceless.
He never expected to see Terry, his rival standing at his
doorstep.  The surprise certainly was indicated by his lack
of speech.  After a good 30 seconds Terry asked "Do you mind
if I come in for a moment?  I have a rather special invite
for you."

Realizing he shouldn't tip his hand James came to his senses
enough to reply, "Sorry, I don't know what happened to my
manners, please come in.  I was just cleaning so the place
is still a little bit of a mess."

"No, it looks fine to me; wish my place looked as clean all
the time. You know I realize you haven't been with the
company all that long and well Eddie, one of the guys on my
team has a cabin a little bit out of town and we thought,
Eddie, Scott and I, that is, that you might enjoy a week-end
to relax, we could all get to know each other a little
better.  It would be kind of a way to welcome you to the
company family."

"Terry, I'm quite surprised that you would ask, I really
never thought you guys would consider yourselves as the
welcoming committee and make such an invitation. But I don't
know if I can accept.  This is rather short notice and
things have been crazy at work.  I have to be there Monday
bright and early, even more so than normal, I already was
told I need to meet with one of the VPs first thing Monday
morning."

"Not a problem.  We'll get you back tomorrow evening and you
can be all ready for Monday AM.  After all, there's a good
chance by tomorrow night you can feel recharged, getting
away and all, and ready to take on next week, even a meeting
with the VP.  Why not?  Just grab a few things and we can
go, the guys are waiting in the car."

"They are?  I don't know, I hate to put you guys out.  You
don't want you to wait around for me to get ready.  Maybe
some other time, go ahead, why don't I take a rain check?"

"Sorry, we don't issue rain checks.  We won't take no for an
answer, you are new to the company and whenever possible we
like to show the new guys just what kind of family we can be
and to do so we invite them up for the week-end at the
cabin. So grab your stuff and let's go!"

"I guess that doesn't give me much choice does it?  OK, if
you are so insistent, give me a few minutes and I'll throw
some things in a bag."

As James went into his bedroom and started to grab a few
things he wondered just what was going on.  This was too
nice for these guys, or at least so he thought, maybe they
where all right after all.  A night up at a cabin would be
nice.  He hadn't been able to do that since his senior year
in high school when he and his best buddy spent a few nights
in his buddy's father's cabin.  Those were some nights, he
really enjoyed them, but things went wrong shortly
thereafter and he hadn't seen that buddy since. They had
played around a little and things went a little far.  James
had admitted to his buddy that he was gay and had fallen in
love with him.  His buddy went berserk and ordered him out
of the cabin. After what happened he was afraid to try to
get close to anyone.  No wonder he had such a miserable time
at the university.  Maybe things could be different now;
maybe he could enjoy this week-end.

Shortly after James walked out of his room and when all
seemed to be in order, him and Terry entered the hall, James
locked the door behind him and they set out for the car.
James was still shaking his head in disbelief as he
approached the new suburban and found Eddie and Scott
waiting for them.

As they got a few blocks from his apartment Eddie offered
James a bottle of water, the other guys were already working
on one each and he readily accepted it, it was a warm day
and though the air conditioning was running full blast he
was thirsty and appreciated the offer.

Within a matter of a few minutes Scott reached over and
caught the bottle of water as it started to slip out of
James' hand, his head slumping forward as he entered into a
deep sleep.

"Step two completed," mused Scott as he threw bottle and cap
out the opened window.

"That should hold him till about a half an hour after we get
to the cabin I would figure," replied Eddie triumphantly
followed by the slightest hint of an evil laugh.  In seconds
Scott and Terry had joined him in his laughter.

Once they arrived at the cabin it was time to put the next
step of their plan into action.  The three guys, all pretty
well built, easily carried James into the cabin.  As soon as
they brought in some of their bags of supplies Eddie
proceeded to remove the various decorations through the
rings mounted on one wall in the vast living room.  This
wall was just to the side of the great stone fireplace and
ended up being the hottest spot in the room when the
fireplace was really stoked.  It was also at such an angle
it wasn't seen as anyone came into the front foyer.  The men
had to laugh at the fact that the rings normally were
disguised as they held the odd assortment of decorations.
No one would ever suspect their true purpose; James however
was very shortly going to discover it.

Scott pulled the leather straps out of a bag and attached
one each to James neck, wrists, thighs and ankles.  With the
help of the other two James was quickly suspended in mid-air
a good foot off of the floor with his wrists out wide, his
neck firmly held in place, his thighs tight to the wall to
keep movement to a minimum and his feet about as far apart
as the guys could stretch them.  To add to the soon
realization of humiliation James would experience; all but
his underwear was removed. The three musketeers stepped back
and grinned as they gazed over the still sleeping body of
their victim.

"What the hell! What is going on?  What are you doing to
me?" shouted James as he suddenly awoke and found himself in
the rather precarious position in front of his three
tormentors.

"So glad you could join us, ass-hole!" retorted Terry, you
really fucked us up this last week and now it's our turn to
return the favor.  Hope you'll enjoy your little visit with
us, I know we sure will!"

"Eddie, since when do you allow such a piece of crap to wear
any clothes in your cabin?" asked Scott.

"You know, you're right, I guess we'll just have to remedy
that and since I do believe James is kind of tied up at the
moment you want to grab a knife from the kitchen and do the
honors?

Scott quickly returned from the kitchen with an oversize
butcher knife and after waving it in the air in front of
James' face he speedily turned the last two vestiges of
James coverage into shreds.  As the mere swatches of
material fell away, Scott announced that now all was well.
The problem had been taken care of.

James was not one to agree with Scott's assessment.  Hanging
totally bare-assed in front of his enemies there was no way
to hide.  His arms and legs splayed as they were out from
his body, his privates could not have been any more on
display.  Everything was visible and as much as he was
trying to will it away, his cock was swelling and rising to
attention.

The guys just stood and stared, making the situation all the
worse for James, Eddie then commented that it really took
some balls for James to do what he had done to their program
and now that they could get a closer look they had to admit
he really did have balls.  This comment only helped to cause
James to turn a deeper shade of crimson as first his face,
and then his entire body began to reflect his situation.
One would almost think the fireplace was really cranking.
The embarrassment was not only turning his skin red, but he
was sweating all over.

"Since you really showed some balls with your stunts we need
to put a clamp on yours to show you just how we feel." Said
Terry as he approached with one of his favorite toys and
pulled James testicles first through a hole in an eight inch
round board.  He then tightened up two clamps, similar to a
c-clamp one over each testicle so that they became flattened
to the board then with Scott's assistance they began to pull
his scrotum in opposite directions as they fanned out the
scrotum in a fan like pattern and held it extended with
pushpins around the outer edges.

James was on the verge of passing out but with a little
water thrown in his face, promptly came back.

The guys took turns explaining just what they were going to
do to James over the next few hours and how he was going to
become their slave. When they were finished James' only
desire would be to service their every wish.  The pain he
was now feeling would be minor in comparison to what was to
come, and if he passed out, they would simple wait to revive
him before continuing.

Several more bags were opened and James could not believe
the number of items that were becoming attached to his body.
There were clamps chewing into his nips causing pain like he
never felt before.  A chain was attached between them and
another went to a ring on the end of some kind of torturous
device laced around his cock, tightly constraining every
inch from its base to the tip of his glans with a lace
pulled excruciatingly tight and criss-crossed back and forth
as is made its way to the tip.  Adding insult to injury
several bags of clothes pins were produced and a goodly
amount of time was spent experimenting with designs made by
cinching the skin with the pins all over James body.  As the
guys decided they liked the several hundred pins now
residing on their victim.  They made sure, through the aid
of the mirror on the opposite wall James had seen full view
of his predicament.  The next item produced was a hood.
Adeptly fastening the hood in place Eddie finished with the
insertion of a gag to insure James' silence.  James soon
discovered the hood had a special breathing tube attached so
now even his oxygen would be controlled.  Covers over the
eyes took away his sight and appropriate padding stunted his
hearing.

As if he wasn't at the panic point, these last manipulations
were more than enough to put him over the edge.  He now
feared for his life, not just his well being.  Though he
wanted to hyperventilate his oxygen was being controlled.
He was being totally controlled, his body taken over; he
realized that in his oxygen something else was present.
Then it hit him, these bastards were giving him poppers with
the oxygen.  His mind was taking off for a trip now.  All
the pain was changing.  His body was experiencing some odd
since of pleasure.  He barely noticed his thighs being
released as within seconds his ass was invaded with
something, he didn't know what, but it was cylindrical and
hard and it was now firmly implanted through his sphincter
and a distance up inside him.  Within a few moments his
thighs were once again fastened down.

The anal invader began to vibrate. Suddenly at random
intervals it sent a shockwave through his system as jolts of
current surged through his body.  His body traveled to
another plane, any sense of reality he might have known was
totally obliterated.  His entire being was continually being
bombarded in a way he could never imagine possible.  How
long this continued  and how long his body endured this
racking level series of pain and pleasure was beyond his
grasp.  It seemed to go on and on without end.  But at some
point the jolts ended. A calm blanket-like feeling came over
him as pain radiated from countless points all over his
body, but the only thing that stood out as changing was his
own heartbeat, drowning out any other sound he could
possible hear.  Just his heartbeat, reverberating throughout
his body, laid testament that he did still exist.  His
solitude was suddenly shattered as he felt the taste of a
small whip as it lashed out at his body flicking off one or
two clothes pins at a time.  As they ripped away, the tips
of the whip ate at his flesh, stinging as if he were being
attacked by a hoard of wasps.  When the pin flew off into
oblivion the pain that erupted at the previous point of
contact could only serve to push him farther and farther
into that excited state of mind he was soaring through. His
body wanted to shake with convulsions of pain but the
restraints were ever so diligent in keeping him immobile.
When all the pins were gone the whip found another landing
place, all over the board stretching his scrotum. It was as
if his ball sac was a quilt on a frame; extended till every
millimeter was held taut as a skin over a drum head, pulled
to a point were the skin became translucent and one could
swear you could read right thru it.  It was fortunate that
he had not eaten since early morning as the punishment he
was receiving would have certainly caused him to vomit
anything that might still remain within his stomach.  When
he felt he again was ready to pass out, the assault suddenly
ceased. The tension suddenly started to be released on his
tender scrotum as the pins were removed one by one from the
board that had held it hostage.  The clamps loosened and the
pressure receded from his testicles. The board was slipped
away from his body allowing his sack to hang freely at last
as numerous trickles of blood covered the tortured flesh. A
hand reached out and began removing the prison entrapping
his cock and suddenly as the clamps were removed from his
chest, his mind exploded with white lights as a different
pain found its home within the center of his breasts.

Each item of torture slowly retreated and left his body with
some other previously never known sensation left behind.
The last item to exit was the hood.  As he shook his head
the sweat hurled through the area as if he were a dog
shaking out after coming out of the water.  His body was
white with splotches of red wherever some instrument of pain
had been attached.

The anal invader was gone, but in its wake he was stretched;
his rosebud was open, puffy and very tender.  As his captors
removed him from the wall he was unable to stand.  It took
two of them to hold him up and move him into the bathroom.
For a fleeting moment he thought, no prayed, that his
torture had ended but he sensed deep within these three were
not finished, they had something else they were going to do.
Some other torture to make him wish he were no longer among
the living.

His moment passed all too quickly as he found himself being
cuffed to an overhead set of hooks in the shower.  Without a
chance to even guess what could be coming next he heard the
sound of clippers as they attacked his body and began to
remove any hair that had grown there.  Shaving cream
followed and a couple of straight edged razors removed any
existing stubble and James soon realized that his body was
now as smooth as the day he was born.  He also realized
through all this manipulation his cock had remained as hard
as steel.  His recognition of this fact was only emphasized
as he realized that now being able to walk, one of his
captors was utilizing his cock as a handle to lead him to
the next venue of his degradation.

As he was lead back to the living room he encountered before
him an odd looking rack.  The top simply looked like a 2x4
about three feet long padded and covered with leather.  This
was held in place by another 2x4 on each side extending down
to a base providing the stability needed as well as places
on the near side that would hold the ankles and fixtures on
the opposite side to engage the wrists, thus firmly
positioning its captor in such a manner that his rump was
quite prominently displayed and accessible.  The feet were
even held at a sufficient distance apart so it would be
impossible to keep ones sphincter hidden.

Without hesitation James became acquainted dearly with this
new device and found he was unable to move.  His legs and
wrists were tightly bound.  In such a position his muscles
were stretched and unable to contract.


The air whooshed as the leather strap found its way towards
his ass.  Blow after blow landed in an area bounded by James
lower back and upper thighs.  His skin now returned to the
crimson of his previous humiliation but now went deeper,
some places appearing almost ready to bleed, some starting
to turn other colors.  Heat could be felt radiating from the
skin.

When Terry, Scott and Eddie each tired their arms, they
returned the leather strap to its bag and fastened a strap
over the top of James' lower back holding his torso tightly
while they moved the cuffs on his wrists to a higher
position enabling James' head to be raised level with the
top of the device.

Warning James of the consequences if his teeth were felt,
his torture was to continue. While Eddie held on to James'
ears he forced his 9" cock into the confines of James' mouth
and began a fast assault on his throat.  At the same time
Terry positioned his 10" rod in James' ass crack and then
skewered him in one plunge without mercy.  The two men soon
established a rhythm that kept one end or the other full at
all times.  It happened with such speed and savagery that
James didn't have the time to gag or consider his reaction.
Each stroke in his ass was assaulting his prostate.  His
mind was in a state of overload causing all thoughts to be
cast away.  His only realization was that a feeling of
pleasure was holding him captive; his body was consumed in
ecstasy.  As one of the men would come to orgasm they would
exit the orifice and yield to another who would take over to
continue the assault.  By the time and hour and a half had
past each of the three assailants had come twice, once in
each end of their victim.

The number of times James had come was unknown, but it
happened several times, between the precum and his
ejaculations there was a large wet pool beneath him.  Again
unable to stand or walk on his own James had to be assisted
as he was released.   This time his journey was again short,
but just as surprising, as he was shoved into a cage in an
adjoining storage room.  The cage was evidently intended for
a larger breed of dog and tonight James was taking the place
of that dog.  Naked with no bedding, he was unable to stand
or even sit up properly; his body was only folded to a
fashion so it could be contained within.  Against his skin
were the metal bars forming his prison.  Under most
circumstances, there would have been no way he could have
gotten to sleep, but after what he had gone through, his
body had to retreat and soon he was totally out.  His body
needed its rest and one way or the other it was going to get
it, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

Cleaning up and putting everything away the three felt that
their actions were justified in punishing James for his
transgressions.  They had a few more ideas in mind, probably
things that could be a longer reminder of what happened but
those would wait for the morning.  Grabbing a few sandwiches
and beer the happy men decided it was time for bed and their
gentler sexual relations.  Then some sleep, and they would
be ready for the morning.  They weren't going to worry about
James, he'd live and he certainly couldn't get away as the
cage was not only very substantial, but had a trusty and
heavy padlock sealing his fate for at least this night.

As the sun rose James awoke aching all over, hungry and full
of worry.  He knew that the meeting scheduled with the VP
could mean he was now going to be out of work.  The guys
made it very clear they had found out just what he did.
This may be their revenge, but he felt they probably also
arranged to have him burnt at the stake at work. He didn't
know what he was going to do now.  His life really was in
the toilet.  With his job gone and the fact his parents
thrown him out when they found he was gay, he had no where
to turn.  He now saw himself as a slave after what the three
did to him yesterday, maybe that is what he should be, if he
could find a master who would care for him and take care of
him, his worries would be over.  So much for long range
plans, at this point he didn't even have an assurance that
he'd see tomorrow, he was almost surprised that he was
seeing this morning.

As normal, the three guys awoke early and were contemplating
what treats they would have in store for James today.  In
the back of their collective mind they still had not decided
whether or not they really wanted to totally end James'
career with their company.  Maybe they could work something
out that would be to their advantage and the further
humiliation for James. They'd just have to see how things
played out today and how James reacted to what they had in
store for him.

Completing their normal morning ablutions the trio
approached the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast.  As
they waited for the aromas to become prevalent and all items
ready, they decided it was time to check on James.  They
went into the storage room and before unlocking the cage
managed to attach a leash and collar to him.  Opening the
door to the cage they pulled him out by the leash and collar
and once he regained his footing he almost fell again as a
swift foot landed in his side as he was instructed to stay
on all fours.

Led like a dog following behind, the three men tugged the
leash taking him outside where he was told to do his morning
duties.  Again humiliation colored his skin as he relieved
himself in the yard.  Satisfied with their control, the trio
marched him back into the cabin, this time into the kitchen
where they proceeded to dish up their meals and sit down to
eat.  No indication was made that James would be fed
anything; the plates the three had dished up where so
overfilled one could hardly imagine someone being able to
finish it all.  The other disheartening fact was they had
emptied the serving bowls.  All of the food prepared was on
their plates.

As they each completed what they wanted to eat they
proceeded to get up and go to the sink.  The food left on
each plate seemed to be being dumped into a garbage
disposal.  One was never turned on, but from where James was
sitting, on all fours like a dog, they angle did not allow
him to see into the sink.  He just sat and watched hearing
his growling stomach as the three in turn emptied their
plates into the sink.  When Eddie, the last to finish,
completed his part he reached into the sink and lifted out a
stainless steel bowl akin to the type a dog would be fed
from and placed it on the floor before James.  In it was the
food scraped off of the three men's plates.  Following
instructions that he could not use his hands but had to eat
as a dog would, James without any show of shame, dove into
the food.  While he was devouring his breakfast another
bowl, containing water was placed alongside.  With a certain
degree of difficultly James managed to empty both bowls.

In his appreciation he thanked the men for the food. The
sincerity of his words was not lost on the men. Even so,
they informed him he could now stand and was to clean the
kitchen.  His time would be limited to complete the task and
he would be punished if they found anything to be out of
order.

James relished in the fact that he was to do something
normal and made quick work of his assignment.  The kitchen
was spotless and everything found a place in no time at all.

Observing the way James completed his tasks the men looked
at each other as if to be reading each other's minds.  They
shook their head in the affirmative and decided to proceed
with the next step in their new plan.

Opening yet another bag Eddie had packed; Scott was
presented with the tools of one of his hobbies.  James was
brought and secured to a chair.  Scott then proceeded to
pierce James, both nips received rather stunning rings, and
then, once his legs were tethered, a decent size PA found
its way as the newest adornment to a rather shocked but
surprisingly grinning captive.

Terry released James from his bonds and when released James
quickly knelt to the floor in front of his tormentors.  As a
look of surprise crossed their faces, James lowered his head
to the floor before the men and one by one placed a kiss on
their right foot.  As he did so he looked upward at each man
and made the simple statement, "Please forgive me master for
what I have done."

The look of surprise on each man's face morphed into a look
of shock as they heard the words of James request.  As the
shock fleeted and they returned to the reality of the moment
they realized that something was askew.  Putting aside all
their other plans for James punishment a revelation embraced
their collective minds and at the same moment they all said,
"James take a seat, we need to talk."


Their conversation lasted for several hours.  They asked
several questions and found out much more about James.  They
also realized much more about themselves and exactly what
seemed to be developing between the four of them. James
admitted to them that he had been thrown out by his family
when they learned he was gay.  He found out about the three
living together and thought they might be involved with each
other.  Their camaraderie came across to him as snobbery,
deep down he just wished he could enjoy the same type of
relationship they did.  He actually became jealous of them
and wished he could be with them.  In his jealousy he really
thought if he could improve on their coding perhaps they
would take notice of him.  That's what he really wanted, he
wanted them to accept and maybe someday love him as well.
When they abducted him they gave him the treatment he felt
he deserved and prayed that the reason they did it was
because they actually had some feeling for him, even if it
was a master/slave relationship.  As he contemplated his
situation during the night and then the way they treated
him, but then showed that they actually were taking care of
him, he felt maybe they would be willing to continue. If he
could only serve as their slave, at least he would be near
them; he knew he would then have someone who cared about
him. When they pierced his body he took it as their
acceptance of him, in his mind they laid claim to his body
and joy filled him. With that in mind he hoped by his words
and deeds he could convince them he would freely submit to
them.

When the conversation had ended James found the men had not
let it be known just what part he played in the fiasco at
work and as far as any one there knew it was some fluke that
caused the problem.  Though missing the deadline to beat a
previous record they corrected the problem and the shipment
of the new game was delayed by a few days, but the reaction
had been great.  With the right thing said at the right time
to the right person it was very possible to keep James from
losing his job.  Of course, he would be indebted to these
three, but in his longing for companionship he decided that
the anger shown by the three was really an indication they
did care for him.  If they hadn't they could have just seen
that he'd been fired and that would have been the end of it.
James was not only happy to, but actually made the
suggestion that if they would accept him, he would gladly
become their slave.  Between the four of them and on Terry's
suggestion it was decided James would indeed become
something akin to a slave to the three, but really more like
a live in butler with certain fringe benefits.  They would
arrange for him to keep his job and he would promise he
would never again mess with their code. In his sincerity the
men realized there was something between them and they were
convinced on some level they acted not as much out of anger
but instead out of some other motivation that could indeed
bring them together.

It was decided that Terry would call the VP on Monday
morning.  Somehow when he did he managed to smooth
everything over and get the week off for James as well.
With that change James was kept at the cabin for the week.

He tried to act as a slave and serve his new masters but the
three men quickly discovered they were much more comfortable
with a little different arrangement.  James would have
certain responsibilities and would take care of things on
the home front as a servant would do, but he would stand on
a more equal footing with the other guys.  As when it was
just the three musketeers, it was share and share alike, all
for one and one for all.  Well things weren't to change
other than now there would be four of them. At work they
would all continue in their normal positions.  At home it
was a different matter.

By the end of the week it was decided that James would move
in with the other three and arrangements were made to get
him out of his apartment.

Things also became better at work; the four were a dynamo no
one else could touch.  They were able to dovetail each
others actions to the point that everything went smoother
than ever before.  The company never saw such cooperation
between departments and sales were on the rise.

Ten years after that fateful week-end:

"Scott, are you ready to go?" yelled James over the
intercom.

It seemed in the last few years a lot of things changed, all
because a number of things stayed the same.  For a few years
after their life-changing episode the four men morphed into
a lifestyle fitting each of them.  James did work around the
house, cleaning, and acting somewhat like a butler.  Each of
the other guys did their own thing; Scott continued to do
piercing whenever the opportunity arose.  At this point all
the guys sported similar adornments, as well as several of
their friends.  Terry always seemed to be the manager both
at work and at home.  Eddie was the provisioner.  He always
did the shopping and since the other guys didn't really care
to do that much of it, he took care of it, with of course
the exception that James always accompanied him, and of
course carried the bags. The one thing that did change
though was that each of the men became very versatile; no
one individual remained totally dominant or submissive.
They alternated between their roles and a deep bond grew
between them.  Each man grew to love each of the others and
enjoyed taking as well as being taken.  Their week-ends
seemed to be an endless orgy bringing a fulfillment and joy
to each of them.

About five years after the incident bringing them together
there was another upheaval at work.  This time though it was
more of a financial one with the management. Sales were
through the roof but the owner got a little lazy and then
started gambling.  The company was doing well but the owner
was sinking into debt.  Scott got into a position of trust
with his uncle and they were really starting to get along as
peers, his uncle no longer looked down upon him but actually
felt great pride in the fact that Scott accomplished so
much.  With the problems arising with their employer the
four found by pooling a decent portion of their assets and
Scott having convinced his uncle it was a great opportunity
they managed to work out an agreement whereby they
collectively took ownership of 60 percent of the company and
Scott's uncle through the business acquired the remaining 40
percent.  The men were now the owners, at least the
controlling interest of the company.  With their combined
attempts within a year of the buy-out they increased the
sales phenomenally.  This allowed them to buy out the
remaining 40 percent and they could now claim a full 25
percent interest each.  With the relationship they enjoyed
it never presented a problem.  It seemed to be a quite short
period of time before James reflected exactly the same
opinion of the other three and they found themselves in
accord on every decision of any consequence.  They had their
minor squabbles but they were just that, too minor to be of
consequence.

Another major occurrence took place.  The guys realized they
wanted someone to inherit their wealth, but with their
relationship no one had figured out a way for any one of
them to become pregnant.  They tried, heaven only knows how
they tried, but it wasn't to be.  When Eddie's family
started pressuring him, and Scott's uncle started making
comments, the four decided to have a serious discussion to
see if they could come up with a solution.

After assessing all their options they did arrive at a
conclusion.  It really was quite simple, unless you consider
it from their lawyers' point of view.  They each donated
sperm.  Four women were found who would; for certain
benefits carry a child to term and then surrender the child
to the men as guardians. Each of the men would have full
right of guardianship for each of the children.  The only
part unusual was the fact that no one would know whose child
was whose. All four would be raised as siblings and all four
would inherit equally from all four men.

Since the business had done so well Scott no longer needed
the pittance allowed him in the trust so he discontinued the
monthly subsidies and allowed it to stay with the trust to
gain interest.  The men built a new large home, everything
they could possible need was there.  The extra staff that
was brought on to take care of the kids had accommodations
sure to satisfy anyone.

The four children happened to all end up being boys, much to
the pleasure of all the men.  The boys had their fathers,
the four men spent every possible moment with their sons,
each establishing a deep bond with each of them.  There was
never any preference; each boy knew that each man loved them
with all their heart and they could freely speak with any of
their dads about anything.  The cabin of course had been a
great help with that, each of the boys loved roughing it
with their quartet of dads.  Whether they wanted to fish,
swim, hike, study nature or just be in their presence, each
son knew they could turn to any of their dad's at any time.
Each of the fathers were still apprehensive that things were
going to change in the next few years as the boys became
teens, but they all hoped that the ground work had been laid
and the example set.

As they piled into their van one of the boys asked where
they were going so dressed up.  Scott explained that the
time had come and he had some business to attend to with
their great-uncle and then they were going out to celebrate.
Truth of the matter was Scott turned 35 that day.  After all
those years and all the work, his uncle was right, today
having meet all the requirements, Scott was to have signed
over to him his full inheritance.  He had done it.  His
extended family would now be the beneficiary of his work.
No one could be prouder than the men in that van.

As each man was lost in their own thought it was not unusual
how each of them looked back over the last ten years and how
that fateful weekend caused each of them to search their own
soul and make the hard discovery that  lead them to such
fulfillment and happiness as a now extended family.

The end.

 Written by Rod
rodwl@comcast.net