Date: Mon, 02 May 2005 11:04:19 -0400
From: EvilGenius638@netscape.net
Subject: Invisible: Master becomes the Slave (Chapter 8)

Here is the next part of the story:

Chapter 8: Master becomes the slave

"Jason?  Jason Harris?  You did this?" Colin asked tentatively, while
dragging me out of the closet.  "I mean, it was a great idea and gave me
good opportunities, but no one messes with my bud J.B....except me of
course."

    "I...I...well..."

    "Shut up! you're gonna really deserve this!"  he yelled, and he knocked
me hard to the floor, went to my bag and pulled out one final pair of
hancuffs.  "If you don't want to get roughed up too bad, shut up and don't
struggle.  Now stand back!"

    He was facing the wall of bookshelves, four grand maple bookshelves,
wide enough to cover the wall completely, and jammed with an assortment of
things.  Colin went over to the middle bookshelf, shifted a few papers,
cds, and other assorted junk, and found a brass doorknob sticking out of
the wall.  I watched curiously as he turned it and the bookshelf swung
forward, revealing a flight of stairs leading up to what I could only
assume was a dusty old attic.

    "Get up there!" he said, and I started up the stairs.  It was very
dark, but Colin flicked a lightswitch and I could see what I was walking
on.  The stairs were carpeted with a thick, tall, plush rug, dark blue.  I
entered the room and I saw it had painted gray walls, and a black ceiling
with a single lightbulb hanging from the center.  The walls were slanted
like the roof outside, and I could see hung around on the walls were sets
of colored lights, and strobe lights, like you'd see at a rock concert.  A
solitary circular window allowed daylight into the strange room.

    My eyes traveled down to the rest of the room.  There was a big locked
cupboard in one corner, and a small shower stall in another.  Scattered
around the room were various machines and objects, none of which I could
identify, but they all looked like instruments of torcher.  Colin
half-dragged me over to one of them.  It resembled a sawhorse, except that
it had padding on the top, and on its four legs were shackles.  He forced
my stomach down onto the padded top part, and shackled me to the thing at
my ankles, then went over to my front and unlocked my handcuffs and
shackled my wrists to it too.  I was getting sort of nervous and a little
humiliated now, being with my naked ass up in the air and my throbbing cock
jammed against the cushion.

    "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes.  Don't make any noise or your
punishment will be twice as worse as I have planned now," said Colin
threateningly, and with that, he descended the plush staircase into J.B.'s
room.

    Over the next fifteen minutes, I sat, or rather laid, in silence,
listening to the bangings going on downstairs.  I'd surmised that Colin had
undone J.B. and Brian, because I could hear their voices coming from the
direction of the same bathroom I had used that morning.  And Shawn and Joe
were inside they're closet again, I could definitely tell because they were
banging and yelling to get out like they had that morning.  I heard the
shower go on.  I knew that Brian and J.B. both needed showers, since they
were both covered in piss and cum.  They're probably taking one together, I
thought.

    Finally, I heard footsteps on the stairs.  Colin came into my vision
first, then Brian and J.B., both of which were fully clothed and made me
feel even more humiliated and defenseless.  Brian and J.B. said nothing,
but stood on either side of me behind me.  Colin went over to the cupboard,
unlocked it, and came back with three flat pieces of wood that resembled
ping-pong paddles, except they were longer and more rectangular, like the
one I'd paddled Shawn with.

    "Well Jason, you're shackled to a paddling bench, in case you didn't
know.  You're totally unable to escape the punishment we're about to give
you're ass, but don't worry, this is light compared to what we have in mind
for you," he said menacingly.

    It began immediately.  They all took their paddles, and landed them as
hard as they could on my ass.  J.B. was on my right, Colin in the middle,
and Brian on my left.  They all mercilessly beat the hell out of my ass,
landing quick hard blows, until the room was filled with the sound of wood
on bare skin.  I was in involuntary tears at this point, unable to take the
pain I was recieving.  I was determined not to let out a noise at all.  I
didn't like being tied up or beaten, I was supposed to be the one that did
those things.  I was soft of course, and totally turned off, and in extreme
pain.  My ass continued being pelted for the next 10 minutes.  I knew that
it would be off-color for days at least and that I would have a lot of
trouble standing and sitting.

    "Well, now that the light excercise is over, let's move on to the worse
things," said Colin, grinning.  I felt myself getting turned back on as he
looked at me.  He was very good looking, not handsome, but he did have a
nice body.  One that I doubted even with my muscles I'd be able to
overpower with J.B. and Brian there.  I decided not to run and to see how
this would turn out.

    I was taken out of the shackles and, ass still searing as if it were
just burned, dragged over to another odd-looking machine.  It was a chair,
except that the seat of it was only half as long as you would expect it to
be, and an odd machine with what looked like a dildo on a stick sticking
out of it.  They forced me onto the chair, where I was shackled again.  As
i'd expected, my asshole hung off the end of the seat, and I knew this was
for some reason.

    "This, Jason, is a butt machine.  I'm going to start you on low and
then...increase the velocity."

    I had a bout of foreboding, but quickly forgot it when the dildo,
prelubed, slowly moved towards my hole.  It went in slowly all the way,
rotated 360 degrees, and then slowly came back out.  Before I had a chance
to recover from the agony, it repeated itself.  Over and over this
happened.

    "This is getting old," said Brian after about 20 times.  "Kick the
notch up Colin."

    At the second highest speed, I had to let out a moan.  It was going in,
rotating, and coming back out in the blink of an eye.  I didn't stop
moaning, not even when Colin said:

    "Oh god, shut up all ready!" He went over to the corner cupboard and
came back several minutes later carrying what looked like a voltage
checker.  It had the positive and negative alligator clips at least.

    "This is a TENS machine, Jason.  I'm going to hook it up to your penis
and balls, and every time you let out a sound, I'll give you a small shock
with this."

    He bent over me, the buttmachine still speeding along, and hooked one
alligator clip to my cock, and the other to my nut sack.  After several
seconds, I let out a tiny moan, and was instantly shocked.  It was a
strange feeling, but it somehow aroused me.  I kept on moaning so I could
keep getting the shocks.

    "He's enjoying it!  Turn the buttmachine on all the way!" said
J.B. angrily.  He must have wanted me to suffer like he did.

    I didn't stop moaning, if anything I'd increased.  The pressure was
building.  I was jerking around in my bindings.  Finally, I came
spectacularly.  All over the place, on Colin, on Brian, on J.B., on the
floor, even some on the slanted ceiling.  Eight spasms and it was over.
Colin shut the buttmachine off, and unclipped the TENS machine.  I was
breathing heavily now, sweating, and tired.

    "Now he's ready," exclaimed Colin.  "let's take him over to the
hammock."

    I was untied from the machine and brought over to a hammock that hung
in the center of the room.  I didn't struggle, I didn't have the energy to
struggle.  My cock was limp, my ass was sore, and I was spent.  But the
guys were apparently not done with me.

    Brian was first.  He fully undressed himself, showing his tan line and
his 5 inch hard cock.  I was forced unto the wobbly hammock on my stomache.
Brian got on top of me, and, not so much as lubing himself up, started in.
He slammed his cock in my ass hard, and I screamed.  My ass was immediately
smacked hard after this by Brian.  He rode me like that for five minutes,
until he reached orgasm and spewed his juice all over the inside of my ass.
Breathing heavily, he got off me and invited J.B. to do the same.  J.B.,
who I now noticed was undressed decided to lube himself first.  It was just
in his nature to not be mean, so I didn't know why he had all this stuff in
his attic.  Turns out I was wrong because he made me lube up his dick for
him, and then got on my back.  He rode me softer than Brian, but pushed his
full six and a half inches into me slowly, and then pulled out fast.  In
slowly, out fast, in slowly, out fast, until he too let out a long sigh and
erupted inside me.  I could feel Brian's and J.B.'s cum all over my balls
and dick and thighs and ass, gooey and warm.  Colin mounted me last.  He
looked nice naked, I thought.  He had a nice swimmer's build like me, big
but not overly huge pecs and arms, and a nice cut stomache.  His dick was
bigger than it had seemed before, at least seven inches.  His balls were
big as golf balls hanging beneath his penis too, I don't know how he could
stand things that big hanging off him.  They must hold a lot of juice, I
thought.  I would learn later that I was right.

    Colin got on me, and without lubing or any warning at all, shoved his
dick fully inside me.  The huge pole slid out speedily and then went back
in.  It was hard as a rock, and worse than the last two fuckings and the
buttmachine put togeteher.  I was moaning louder than I had yet, and to
keep me quiet, J.B. stuck his ass in my face.

    "You've sucked it once already, give me a nice reaming to keep yourself
quiet."  I dove in eagerly, suckling his ass, sticking my tongue in on
occasion.  Colin was fucking me so hard now that I was actually forced
face-forward into J.B.'s ass, smelling his delicious scent.  The
realization of the situation finally hit me.  The hottest guy in school had
just fucked me, wacthed by two other hot fucking guys.  Now I was sucking
his ass.  I had been bound to a chair while they abused me!  This was my
greatest fantasy come true.  I knew that nothing would ever be this good
again, and as gobs and gobs of Colin juice leaked into my ass, I rested my
head into J.B.'s ass, and thought about what would come next.