Date: Wed, 06 Oct 1999 12:23:24 EDT
From: "Bill ...." <cruzerguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Torture Week, Part 6

Disclaimer: All the usual.  This story involves male-to-male sex, bondage
and discipline.  If this is offensive or if you're under 18, get out!

TORTURE WEEK

Chapter VI

On the following Thursday evening, I got a call from Steve.  He told me to
be out in front of the bookstore at 6 pm sharp.  He added that I wasn't
allowed to talk unless he asked me a direct question.  I tried to protest,
but he reminded me of the tape.

He picked me up at 6 and drove to a gas station.  He led me into the men's
room where I was stripped naked and bent over, tied to the urinal.

"You just wait here ... somebody will be along soon", he commanded.

In a few minutes a nice looking guy came in. Without a word, he got his cock
out and started to stroke it hard.  He rammed it in me, using only spit for
lubricant. He must have been super horny, cause he blew his load in about 10
strokes.  He wiped himself off and left.

A few minutes later, another guy came in.  This one liked to yank my balls
while he stroked his cock.  When he got close, he shoved it in my mouth and
filled me with hot cum.

This continued for six more guys.  I suppose I was there for an hour and a
half, when Steve came in and untied me.  He led me back to the truck and
shoved me in the back.

"Strip", he demanded.

We drove for a few minutes when Steve stopped and a stranger got in.  He and
Steve discussed the price before settling on $300.  The stranger got in the
back with me as Steve started to drive. The guy tied me up and wacked my ass
repeatedly.  Then he fucked me hard and fro a very long time.  He loved to
pinch and bite my nipples and it was making me crazy because it hurt so
much.  After he shot his load, he started at me with some dildos.  He shove
one in my mouth and another in my ass.  He worked my ass brutally with that
dildo.  I wanted to scream and tell him to stop, but I knew Steve would
punish me if I did.  Finally, Steve stopped the truck and yelled back that
the time was up.  The stranger got out, leaving the dildos stuck in me.

This continued into the wee hours of the morning.  Sometimes I got it in a
restroom, sometimes in the back of the truck.  I knew that Steve was
collecting gobs of cash from these guys ... I just hope he'd at least share
it with me.

Steve climbed into the back with me and shoved a big plug in my ass.  Then
he got back into the drives seat and drove to his house.  He pulled into his
garage, took me to the basement and tied my wrists around a post.

"Get some rest .... you've got a big day tomorrow night.  I'm having a party
for you", he snickered.

I didn't like that much, but what could I do?  I slept for awhile.  Steve
woke me with breakfast which he fed me.  When I had eaten it all, he reached
for my cock. I got hard immediately ... I was so damn horny.  I was grateful
that he let me cum.  He finally pulled the plug out of my ass. Damn, my hole
was still very tender and sore.

That afternoon, Steve got me tied into the sling again so I could entertain
a couple of guys.  They were pretty rough ... whipped my ass repeatedly
until Steve yelled at them to take it easy on me, because I had to be at my
best for the party.  It didn't seem to make much difference.  My ass was
whipped until I was crying again.  My nuts were pulled, squeezed and yanked
very hard.  I was grateful when they finally fucked me ... one in my ass,
one in my mouth.

Later, he came down again and gave me several long and painful enemas.
Upstairs, I was laid on my back on a coffee table in the living room.
There, he tied my legs back until they were almost touching my shoulders.
He put clothes pins on my nipples and a butt plug in my ass.

"Now you're ready for the party", he smiled as has looked me over.

That night was another blur.  The poppers were in my nose a lot.  Guys
fucked my ass, fucked my face and jacked me off.  I have completely lost
count as to the numbers.

One guy have some sort of an electric box.  He connected it to a funny butt
plug and shove it in my.  The feeling was nice ... my ass would contract
around the plug when he turned it on.  He must've increased the intensity,
because it started to hurt ... then hurt a lot.  I started to yelp, but he
shoved a gag in my mouth.  Next, he ran a catheter inside my cock and
connected it.  The pain was horrible.  It felt like my cock was being ripped
off.  But then, I suddenly felt a twang deep inside me ... I was gonna cum!
Without warning, I blew a big load, forcing the catheter to shoot out of my
cock.  Damn, it was awesome.  He messed around with me for an hour.
Shocking my cock and my balls.  It was the worst torture that I had ever
felt.

The number of guys at the party seemed to grow and the room was getting
crowded.   It seemed like I was never alone ... there was always somebody's
cock in me or somebody jerking on me.  My nuts were sore from being
squeezed, yanked and slapped.  My cockhead was tender and my ass was numb.

I was laying there, a cock pumping my throat and one in my ass, when I heard
a very loud `bang' ... a gun being fired.  It scared the hell out of me ...
I was helpless and some asshole had a gun!?

"Ok you faggots, who's gonna be the first to get their ass blown away?",
someone yelled.

The room was dead silent.

"Who's the queer on the table?", the voice asked.

"Our entertainment", Steve replied softly.  He was scared too.

"Is he a good piece of ass?", the voice asked again.

"Yeah ... yeah", several guys mumbled.

"Well, I'll take him for my own, then.  Untie him", he commanded.

Steve quickly cut the ropes and got me to my feet.  For the first time, I
could see the stranger.  He was a very large man, dark hair, dark, mean
features and obviously muscular.  Two other burly men stood behind him, but
with guns.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

"I'm no judge of fruit bait, but I guess he looks ok ... just a little
used", said the stranger.

He started dragging me out the front door.

"You!!", he pointed at Steve, "Come with us"

When we got outside, the stranger told Steve to go get the tape or tapes
that he had of me. Steve started back into the house with both of the
`guards' following.  I guess I looked startled.

"Don't worry, kid.  Brandon sent us to clean up this fucking mess. I've got
half a notion to shoot all of them", he said gruffly.

Brandon sent them!!!!  I was still trying to figure this all out when Steve
and the two guards came back out.

"Listen up FAGGOT!", the stranger said, "You'll never bother this kid again
... UNDERSTAND?  And you'll never try to contact him again.  DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?'

"Y .... yes ... YES", Steve answered.

The stranger pulled me along into a black limo.  One guard sat with us, the
other got in the front.  There was another guy driving.  We peeled out.  The
stranger found a blanket that he threw around me.

"Here, this'll keep you warm and covered.", he told me.

As we pulled up to the dorm, Brandon got in with some clothes.

"Here, put these on."

I started to ask what was going on, but he told me he'd explain later.

We started for the dorm room, as the strangers drove off.  Brandon had the
tapes in his hand.

"I can't wait to see these", he smiled at me.

As the room door closed behind me, he grabbed me in his arms and held me
very tight.

"I had to do something before you were ruined for the rest of your life.
The men that rescued you work for my father. My father is sorta shady ...
that's all I can tell you.  That's all you should ever know if you want to
stay healthy." he explained.  "I've always had a strong attraction to men.
I guess I'm gay, but scared to do anything.  I thought that my dad would
have me killed if he knew I was a fag.  I had a long talk with him last
night and he understood my feelings and accepted it.  Only one thing ... I
am not to get involved in `family business'.  I was delighted ... I could
never be a crook, anyway."

I was speechless!  I was rooming with a mob kid!  I just stood there, not
moving.  Then I felt Brandon unbuttoning my shirt with one hand and feeling
my up with the other.

"Oh damn ... I don't know how I can ever thank you", I whispered.

"I do", he replied, smiling, as my pants dropped to the floor.

THE END