Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2013 02:02:12 -0500
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: The Room Part 4

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It was clear to me rather quickly that Mr. Rigg had been to this room
earlier that day. He had a bag on the bed and moved about the room, quite
familiar with it. As I stood there naked, trembling some, hard and excited,
I couldn't think of a single coherent thought except this; *I belong here.*

It ran through my mind over and over, whispered in my head, coursed through
my entire being until it was all I could focus on. *I belong here.* I had
never really belonged anywhere in my life, yet suddenly here, right now, it
was where I belonged. I don't know why, but I knew it was right.

Mr. Rigg was speaking to me again and I willed myself to focus. "Go stand
in the corner over there Joshua. Put your hands up on the wall, spread your
legs wide and press your nose to the corner. You don't move until I tell
you to move. Do you understand?"

I looked over toward the corner he was pointing at; it was directly across
the room from the door, devoid of any furniture at all. I nodded with a
quiet, "Yes Sir" and made my way over.

At the corner I lifted my arms up over my head, pressed my palms to the
wall. My legs I spread wide as I could, and then leaned forward and let my
nose press into the corner of that wall. It was not the most comfortable
position, and I felt it spread my ass cheeks. I could feel cool air
brushing against my sensitive hole, and felt my cock twitch even more. My
breath was coming quicker than normal, and I closed my eyes, trying to calm
myself. Why was I so excited at being told to stand in the corner? It was
at most completely humiliating, and knowing how humiliating it was turned
me on even more. I felt sickened by my reactions, but I couldn't control
them now.

Only a few minutes later while I stood there, listening to Mr. Rigg moving
around the room behind me, I heard a knock on the door. This caused me to
shift a little, tensing, and I felt a large hand in the middle of my back.
"Do not move." Mr. Rigg spoke quietly to me, giving me the same order again.

"I ordered room service when I checked in." I heard him say as he crossed
the room.

I was in a panic by then. Room service? Someone was coming into the room
and here I stood, a grown man, in the corner like a little boy in trouble.
Even worse, my cock was so hard from it. I was flushed and breathing
quickly again as I listened to the door opening and Mr. Rigg speaking. My
heart was beating in my ears; I couldn't believe this was happening. I was
beyond humiliated.

"Where would you like the tray?" I heard a man ask, and Mr. Rigg respond,
"Over there on the desk is fine, thank you." It was right about then that
the hotel man would notice me standing in the corner. I could tell by the
way Mr. Rigg spoke next, "He is in training, don't mind him." And the man
stammered, something I couldn't' make out, and I heard the tray being set
down.

Mr. Rigg signed for the food and handed it back to the man, smiling at him
while I stood there trembling in the corner. "Thank you." I heard him say,
and a moment later the door was shutting, leaving us alone again.

I thought Mr. Rigg would come to me, tell me to leave the corner,
apologize, anything. But nothing happened. I kept standing in the corner,
my arms growing numb, my thighs aching from being spread so wide, my nose
touching that wall making my lower back ache as well. I could hear then Mr.
Rigg start to eat his evening meal, and the television came on to a news
station. And still I stood there. It was just like the office all over
again where I had waited for so long while he was on the phone. Now I stood
there, completely humiliated, and no idea what was really going on here.
Training? What kind of training was I in? I didn't really get it at all.

Just about the time I was getting ready to ask a question, speak up and try
and understand what was going on, another knock came on the door. This time
Mr. Rigg didn't say anything to me as I heard him cross the room. Since he
had told me to stay there earlier when the knock came, I stayed where I was
for this one as well, but I felt my breath quickening yet again, my
frustration levels so high.

"Ahh Bruno! About time you got here." I heard Mr. Rigg greet whoever was at
the door, and closed my eyes tightly, taking short, quick breaths.

"Sorry David, traffic was a bitch." The voice was not as deep as Mr. Riggs
voice, but it was smooth and silky, educated I could tell.

"It's alright, I just finished dinner anyway. Drink?" I could already hear
ice hitting glass, and found it pretty amazing how much I could pick up
just by listening, considering I couldn't see a damn thing with my nose
pressed in the corner.

"Thanks." The smooth voice said, and then I knew things were going to be
getting very interesting very quickly, "He's awful quiet over there in the
corner." I heard amusement in that statement, and Mr. Rigg laughed quietly.
"Beautiful ass though, you were right."

Mr. Rigg laughed again, "I knew you were going to want it as soon as you
saw it Bruno. You are so damn predictable."

I wished more than anything right then I knew what was going to happen, but
if I had known, I probably would have run out of there terrified. But I
stayed where I was, trembling, my cock still surprisingly hard. A moment
later I felt a hand rubbing over my ass slowly. It wasn't Mr. Rigg either,
I knew his large hands, and this hand was smoother, with long cool fingers
that gave a squeeze, making me flinch a little. It didn't hurt, just
surprised me.

It also got a laugh out of the new man who gave my ass a light smack,
"David, he is brand new isn't he?"

"Yes, virgin, never touched, no idea..."

"Wonderful. Such a rare find these days." Again that soft hand was touching
me, reaching between my legs and those fingers grabbed my balls, squeezed
them lightly. It made me moan and got me another soft laugh, "Hard, too."

I heard Mr. Rigg chuckle, "he has been hard since I brought him here and
made him strip. It's just beautiful."

Another squeeze to my balls and then the hand was moving away. I didn't
know what was wrong with me. I should tell them to stop touching me, to
fuck off, to just let me get dressed and I would go. But I didn't say
anything like that at all. Instead I just stood there like a dumbass. At
least that's what I felt like right then. The humiliation was high, letting
a stranger treat me this way, another stranger touching me in such intimate
ways.

"It is beautiful. So pure." The hand let go of my balls and came up to
stroke along my back, down over my ass once more. And then it left me
completely.

"I want him on the bed, knees, secure him. We'll see how he does before I
decide on a gag." The new voice was speaking, and suddenly those big hands
were on me now, pulling me from the corner, "Get on the bed Joshua." Mr.
Rigg said quietly, and I was turned toward that big king sized bed. I moved
on to it, those hands never leaving me now. They were guiding me, to my
hands and knees, and then I felt cool leather coming around my ankles.
Comfortable cuffs, attached to the same type of leather around my thighs,
making sure I wouldn't be getting off my knees any time soon.

"Good boy." He spoke quiet reassurance, and had me arching my back, until
my chest and head were on the bed. He grabbed my arms and stretched them up
over my head, spread eagle out and I felt leather come around my wrists,
securing me to the headboard. This was insane. I knew it was insane. And
the moment I tried to move, and felt the resistance at my ankles, the way
the leather was attached to the bottom of the bed, and my arms were
stretched out taut above me. It finally snapped a little something inside
me.

I couldn't even find the words, I felt it building, building and I suddenly
burst into tears. I was not usually a crying man, but I was in tears,
sobbing and so quickly into hysteria.

Not only did I feel Mr. Riggs hands on me again, I felt those smooth cool
fingers stroking my hair lightly as I sobbed. "It's alright pet." Mr. Rigg
spoke gently to me; his touch was soothing, caressing me lightly. "Why are
you crying?"

It was hard to answer, I didn't really understand why I was crying, I felt
like such a fool, and the more I felt like a fool the harder those tears
were to stop. I finally choked out between cries, "I am overwhelmed Sir!"

And still those hands touching, soothing. "It's alright to be overwhelmed.
Such a new experience to be bound, to have your freedom taken away, isn't
it?"

"Yes Sir, yes!" I cried, trying so hard to hold those tears in, to stop
crying. It was overwhelming, and even more overwhelming being with two men
I didn't know, and yet deep inside I was loving every second of this.

Those smooth hands moved gently over my body, and reached down, finding me
still hard. "Shhh don't cry beautiful, you're so hard still, even in your
fears you are hard for us. You like this happening to you, don't you?"

I was agreeing again, whimpering, "Yes Sir." To the new man I didn't even
know what he looked like. I was still hard, I was turned on, and I was so
excited by all of this. Why? What was wrong with me? And the only thing I
got in return; *I belong here.*

But their touches and their soft words were calming me. I felt my tears
slowing, felt myself though still tense, at least easing a little. They
knew what they were doing, the hand stroking my cock kept me aching,
excited, and I found that I was starting to enjoy being bound, not being
able to move much at all.

When I was calmer once more they moved away from me, but not for long. I
barely had time to register they weren't touching me, when I felt the first
stinging blow of a cane against my ass. I let out a cry of surprise,
followed by a gasp of pain. It was followed by another, and then another
blow. They both tore cries from my mouth and I heard soft laughing by the
new stranger. "Ah a loud one no less. So beautiful." Again the praise, but
soon Mr. Rigg was in front of me. He stroked my cheek lightly.

"Open your mouth Joshua." And I shook my head, turned it the other
direction. I didn't want whatever he wanted to put in my mouth at all. It
was the first time since all of this started that I refused to do what he
said immediately.

Before I was even done turning my head to the side, another hard swat of
that cane came down, followed by two more, each one harder than anything I
had ever felt before. I cried out so loud, and on that third one when I
screamed I felt a hard rubber ball shoved inside my mouth. It made me gag,
trapped my tongue, and the strap slid behind my head before I could spit it
out. I thrashed my head a little, side to side, tried to rub it against the
bed in an effort to get that ball gag out, but it wasn't going anywhere. I
whimpered, my sounds so much more muffled now.

"Ah better." That smooth voice, and Mr. Rigg agreed, "That's the first he
has shown any spark, but he will learn I know what is best for him."

"Yes, he will learn quickly I have a feeling." And then the real ass
beating began. The cane started to rain down over my ass and thighs,
coating them in thick red welts that burned and stung. I cried and screamed
behind the gag, jerking against the leather holding me down, but I couldn't
get away.

It was in this beating that I started to learn about who I really was. I
learned that the harder he beat me, the harder my cock was. I learned that
the more I squirmed, the more excited I became. I learned that being tied
down made me feel more alive than I had ever felt in my life.

Behind me, while I was being caned, I heard the men talking. Discussing my
body, the way I moved, the sounds I made, how gorgeous I was, what a true
genuine find Mr. Rigg had made, what a good boy I was, how beautiful those
welts were upon my skin. I heard all of it through the haze in my mind.

After what seemed an eternity of that cane falling upon my body, it
stopped, and I felt a slick finger slipping inside my ass, all the way in
with one push. I groaned, not having expected it. My virgin hole sucked the
digit in like I was starving for the touch, squeezed so tight around it.
The finger worked in and out of me, stretching me open, soon joined by a
second. I felt another hand on my head, stroking my hair again.

"Your new owner is going to breed you now, make you his. And when he is
done then I get to have my fun with you. "That smooth voice again, near my
ear. I felt soft lips against my jaw and opened my eyes, seeing for the
first time the gorgeous black man there. He was tall and slender, with
those beautiful hands and wide brown eyes. Muscled, he wore a dress shirt
with the few top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He
was holding the cane in his hand that he had used on me. Mr. Rigg is who
had his fingers inside me, and I moaned knowing it was him.

The black man smiled and I felt the fingers coming out of my ass. He
disappeared from my view a moment later when I felt the hard cock against
me. I squirmed my hips some, worried, scared, but I wanted it so bad! I had
never imagined aching for a cock so badly as I ached for Mr. Riggs right
now!

I didn't have to wait long. The man started to push his hips forward and I
felt that cock stretching, forcing its way past that tight ring of muscle.
His fat cock head made its way inside me and the moment he gave another
push, I felt it pop through. After that his cock sank deep inside me and I
heard him groan above me. I whimpered in that gag, drool running out of my
mouth, down my chin, but nothing mattered right now. I was an open hole for
the man I was enthralled with, and it was all for him.

His thrusts at first were long, slow, deep thrusts. I would feel him pull
out so slowly, and then push in, deeper than before, making his way inside
me, feeling me out for the first time. My groans were low and deep. Just
when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt a mouth suddenly wrap
around my cockhead. It was that black man, under my stomach, sucking my
cock down his throat while Mr. Rigg fucked my ass with his long thick cock.

My mind was spinning, the pleasure too intense, even that cock, while it
hurt some, stretching me, was easy to enjoy the way he was fucking me. The
pace picked up and my moans grew louder. I was trying to thrust inside that
mouth while also push back against Mr. Riggs cock. My arms were straining
against the leather holding them, my thighs quivering. I had been so hard
for so long since coming into this room that I knew I couldn't hold back
much longer.

Mr. Rigg was soon picking his pace up even more, his thrusts while still
long were quicker, harder, and my cries were suddenly filling the room. My
entire body tensed and the mouth that was working my cock so well got
flooded as I came with a loud cry, arching my back even more. My ass
clamped down around Mr. Riggs cock and I exploded , shuddering wildly. It
was the most seed I have ever spurt in my life.

Both men were groaning, moaning, I could hear Bruno beneath me, swallowing
my seed with loud groans of pleasure, and Mr. Rigg above me, breathing so
hard. His large hands were gripping my hips then, and he was slamming into
me, hard quick thrusts now. I heard his breathing pick up, heard him
panting, and it was only a moment or two later before I felt his seed flood
my insides. It was my first time ever receiving another man's cum in my
ass, and I groaned so loud, loving the way it felt.

Those thrusts continued as he drained himself, milked himself inside my ass
and I was moaning through it all. I barely even had time to process what
had just happened before that cock pulled free. I groaned, feeling so empty
all of a sudden. It didn't last long though. The other man was gone from my
cock, and my ass was soon filled again. His cock was so much thicker than
Mr. Riggs, it stretched me even more, and I was groaning, my eyes wide.

I saw Mr. Rigg coming close to me, felt his hands at the back of my head,
removing the gag, but my mouth was barely empty of that leather ball before
it was soon filled with Mr. Riggs cock. He thrust inside my mouth and held
my head there, forcing me to suck and gulp upon his still hard flesh. All
the while Bruno was behind me, fucking me hard and fast. He didn't waste
time. His thrusts were deep, fast, and furious. His hips pounded into my
ass, his balls smacked against my own over and over.

My eyes were lifted, up at Mr. Rigg and I stared up at him, in complete
adoration. His cock in my mouth, another cock in my ass, and all I could
think was how lucky I was ,how much I loved every second of this. I
belonged to him then and I knew it, no matter how scary it was, how afraid
I was, I belonged to him. He knew it too, he was staring down at me,
stroking my cheek, his other hand on the back of my head, forcing me down
on his dick.

The hard thrusting had my entire body rocking back and forth on that bed,
and yet I kept sucking on the cock in my mouth, groaning, crying out around
it with the hard thrusts. I knew the moment the man behind me was cumming.
He pulled himself out of me and I felt his hot cum splatter all over my ass
and my back, up near my shoulders even. It caused Mr. Rigg to groan loudly,
watching his friend cum all over me, and soon he was thrusting inside my
mouth, forcing his cock down my throat. His hand held my head back and he
fucked my face good and hard. His balls smacked against my chin, my nose
became buried in his dark pubes again and again. I was grunting, struggling
a little but I had no control at all.

For a second time Mr. Rigg came, this time he graced my throat with his
seed, and flooded my belly like he had my ass not so very long ago.

The rest of that night is a blur to me. There was more fucking, more
beatings to my ass, more bondage in different ways, and I never once asked
them to stop. I took all of it, sometimes with tears, sometimes with groans
of pain, and moans of pleasure. But that night I became theirs, and Mr.
Rigg knew it.

When morning came, I was put on the floor at the foot of the bed, curled
up, covered in dry cum, sweat and smelling so unbelievably raunchy from the
night of sex. The other men slept together in the bed, and I didn't mind
being down there. They had fed me, held me, fucked me, beat me. And now I
rested on the soft carpet, hearing them above me, snoring gently together.
I was warm, well taken care of, and the last thought I had before falling
asleep was this; *I belong here.*

To be continued...