Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 02:18:53 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paradise Lost Chapter 9

			       Paradise Lost

				 Chapter 9

		   My worst Humiliation and Degradation

"Join me in Playroom 1 at ten Jonah."

Interesting room when I had a look round it. Torture room would have been a
better name for it I reckoned.

Ollie came in dressed in skimpy shorts and trainers and immediately told me
to get naked. He fondled my cock and balls while looking me straight in the
eyes.

"Does a girl doing this feel better than I do."

Quite honestly the answer was no. Girls really didn't have a clue how to
satisfy us guys apart from opening their legs so I had to admit that to him
blushing all the while. His turn to look smug.

Bent over the whipping bench first I hoped he remembered I had made love to
him last night. The bench was an interesting piece of kit. I had to put my
knees into shaped pads which were then levered apart until I was well
spread. My shins were resting on a padded tray with straps which were used
to secure me. My thighs were then secured in the same way to vertical
pads. I was then bent over a padded roll bar and laid along a flat table
with my wrists secured at extreme stretch. The table was lowered from the
roll bar end so that my body sloped towards the floor stretching my lower
body and butt. I was now totally disabled and at the perfect height to be
punished or fucked. I guessed I was going to be fucked because Ollie swung
my shin supports out more so that he could get between my legs, but that
wasn't his game plan.

"I am just going to try some of these chastisers before I put you in the
sling for a good fist fucking. My friends will be here at eleven and then
we are really going to work you over."

I didn't like the sound of this.

He pulled my cheeks apart first and stuck both thumbs in me, no lubricant
so it hurt.

"Please Ollie, don't enter me dry, that is so painful and damaging."

He replied to that by spanking me once for every word he uttered.

"Don't call me Ollie and I can do what I like."

My first eleven.

He picked up Mike's favourite tool then, the rubber paddle. I got five of
those with varying degrees of hardness, so varying levels of grunts and
screams. Next came the cane, that was five screams, they felt like a knife
had been drawn across my butt. He picked up a whip then and I clenched my
eyes shut and prayed he would be careful. If he used the whip too hard he
would definitely cut me, another five and oh God did they hurt.

Ollie released me then but when I stood up I was shaking all over.

"That was interesting Jonah, I could tell with each stroke how much it was
hurting you. With a lot of practice I reckon I will be able to place the
cane very accurately for position and for the power I need to hurt just the
right amount and I have two weeks to practice on you. I won't use the whip
again because I don't want to split you if we are going to be fucking you."

Mmm, Mr. Nasty was definitely back and I was going to be sore tonight even
if they left me alone for the remainder of the day.

I had walked around the room for a few minutes trying to get the stiffness
and pain level down while he talked but now he wanted me on what looked
like a Doctor's examination table rigged with stirrups for internally
examining women. We had almost an exact replica in the sick room at the
fitness centre where Sam and I worked. The differences with this one were
that I could see how it could be split in two and also adjusted for height
at both ends. It also had restraints fitted in different locations
including the stirrups.

When I was on it on my back Ollie walked to the side and made me adjust my
position, I guessed in relation to the point where the table split. He
slipped my ankles into the stirrups and secured them and then a fairly wide
strap across my waist and another across my chest just below my nipples. I
realised all the restraints were very soft and padded. He stood at the foot
of the table then with a remote control and started adjusting the stirrups
and the head and foot height. When the stirrups had me spread very wide he
started to swivel them backwards until my knees were level with my
nipples. The position was quite comfortable because the table was also well
padded so my spinal column was not prodding into a hard surface. He then
undid some catches and slid the bottom half of the table away so that my
arse was hanging clear, obviously to make it easy to enter me while
standing. I had free movement of my head and arms but I could barely move
anything else. A little height adjustment and he was satisfied. He
disappeared then but came back about ten minute later with his three tennis
friends from yesterday.

"Wow Ollie, what are we going to do with the slut today?"

"Well I thought I would open him up as wide as I could and then see if I
can fist fuck him to orgasm. You three can follow me. While one of us is
working his arse another can do what they like to his cock and balls and we
can get blowjobs and hand jobs from the top end. Mike says we can't hog him
all day he must do pool duty after lunch so we only have a couple of
hours."

"Well I want my cock taken care of in a warm orifice so while I wait for
his arse to become available I'm going to let him suck me gently to orgasm
before I empty my bladder in him."

"Great idea Col, I'll follow you, but he can play with me while I watch
Ollie fist him.

The start then was a cock and set of balls to play with in each hand, a
cock using my mouth as a sleeve to get high with and I could feel Ollie
starting to finger me. Thank Christ he was using lubricant this time or I
would have been in trouble. I could feel myself being stretched as he added
fingers and then when he pushed quite hard testing to see if his fist would
go. He pulled out then and told Colin to put a pillow under my head so that
I could watch the final assault. The walls were all mirrored and curved so
I could see my arse with no problem. Ollie put plenty of Crisco in my arse
and on his fist and then I watched as he entered me. When his knuckles went
over my sphincter I screamed and burst into tears, it was much worse than
when Adam had done it.

"Oh God, that hurts, please pull out," that was a completely wasted
comment. He did hold still for a little while though until I had calmed
down.

All of a sudden the door flew open and one of the camera men came
in. "Sorry I'm late, can you start that again."

Ollie just grinned, pulled his fist out, cleaned up the outside of my arse
a bit and then with a nod went back in, another scream but not as bad as
before. Can you imagine how I felt though as the other boys resumed their
activity. I was being filmed wanking two boys, sucking another and being
fist fucked by a fourth one.

The four boys then decided to make a competition out of it. "The one who
goes in the deepest gets to fuck his arse all night if he wants to."

I didn't think I would ever stop crying as four boys took turns fisting me
and pushing the limit each time they went in. I had a face full of cum
where they were depositing their excitement and then while each of them
fucked me after deciding Colin was the fisting champ they made me scoop up
their cum and eat it. Colin had already emptied his bladder in me, Ollie
did the same after he had fucked me and made me lick his cock clean. The
last two decided they would fill me at both ends so I was being pissed in
the mouth and the butt. I was a mess but I could still feel the humiliation
of the next bit. They wheeled the table over a drain raised it vertically
and told me to empty my bowels. I could see the camera man capturing
everything.

I think the term to sum up me would be `distressed.' I still shrank into
myself being treated like an animal even though it had been going on for
nearly three months.

Back in the centre of the room and they were playing to the camera now,
pulling my cheeks apart to show my distended anus more clearly and then
taking one of my anal lips between forefinger and thumb and rubbing them
together. My squeals of pain had them rolling up and the camera man
reverted to a tri pod because he was laughing as well, two of them pulled
my cheeks apart with a couple of fingers each and spit into my anus.

"Filthy slut, I don't think any of us will want to sleep with you
tonight. Let's spank him for being a slut."

"Ok but we mustn't damage him anymore Mike said. Let's just wank over him
again and make him scoop up the cum and I want to see how much spit I can
get in his mouth, then we can spank him for a little while"

They fingered me, rubbed my anal lips, wanked over me and spit in my mouth
for about another half an hour.  They all got in another fuck and deposited
some in each end before calling for my partner, Adam. They made Adam watch
as each of them spanked me about ten times each before releasing me to
him. He was so shocked at what he saw when he took over he was speechless.

I was still secured on the table, my distended anus could still be seen
clearly, now dripping with more cum and I had dried cum all over me with
great globs of spit around my face where they had missed my mouth. My arse
cheeks also looked interesting with ten clear lines from the cane and the
whip, and the remainder was bright red from the spanking. The camera man
kept filming until I was free of all the restraints.

Dearest Adam, he cleaned me up in a warm shower, creamed my orifice and my
cheeks, dressed me and took me back to the dorm. It was still too early for
lunch so he undressed me carefully and tucked me into bed while he went for
a couple of the high energy drinks we consumed like water. I was a mess
when I woke up but coherent enough to tell Adam what had happened to me
during the morning. He was shattered by the degradation I had suffered and
hunted down Mike to tell him I would not be fit to work for the remainder
of the day. No problem, I missed lunch, drank some more Gatorade and slept
until dinner time.

Mike's idea that evening for dinnertime entertainment was to show the film
of my abuse.

"This is what you can put up with if you have to. Jonah will take the prize
with this session for the worst abuse so far I would guess."

I was so devastated that everyone had now witnessed my total degradation
that I couldn't stop crying and the Doc. put me out for the night.

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