The slaveboy’s slave – part 2
John woke up feeling groggy. He struggled to clear his head and he quickly realised that he was not anywhere that he recognised. He was lying on his back on a padded bench that stood at waist height off the ground. His straight arms were pulled backwards behind him and as best he could make out, cuffed to the rear legs of the bench. At his waist, there was heavy wooden wall with a door to the left. His lower torso passed through a hole in the wall. The hole was a little wider than his torso in both directions and was lined with thickly padded leather. He was naked, and he could feel his genitals hanging free on the other side of the wall. But most alarming of all was the position of his legs. Using straps around his ankles, his legs were raised up at right angles to his waist on the other side of the wall and pulled against the wall holding his legs straight, exposing his asshole to whomever might be on that side of the wall. His legs were also splayed wide apart, displaying his genitals. John had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in his life.
He looked to his left – just a wall. He turned to his right and there was Jakie on a similar bench. The twink was smiling. John’s eyes widened in recognition.
He wasn’t interested in Jake’s cuteness or his pet name.
“You lied to me about what master Aaron said. Now you’re going to be punished.”
“Punished, what do you mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“If I’m being punished, why are you here?”
Jakie smiled beatifically.
“I’m being rewarded. Master Aaron brings me here sometimes when he thinks I’ve deserved it.”
John frowned confused. Then he realised that Jakie was not tied to his bench. He was free to move around as he wished.
John tugged at the bonds securing his arms to the bench; they were completely secure, without so much as an iota of play that he could start to work free. He bounced his body side to side to see if the bench could be toppled, although he was extremely sceptical whether it would even be wise with his ankles tethered on the other side of the wall.
His ankles - maybe he could free them. He tried to pull them together but it was remarkable just how little strength he could muster in that direction, especially with his legs splayed so wide apart. The position literally robbed him of all his leg strength. He tried to bend his knees, but there was simply no play in the straps.
John was starting to feel angry now. And afraid. He wasn’t used to feeling powerless. That was why HE adopted the role of master. He turned to Jakie.
“Who’s doing this Jake. Who brought me here?”
Jakie grinned, snorting through his nose as though the question was too silly to need answering.
“Well master Aaron of course. I’m HIS property. You lied to me and used his property. Now you’re going to pay.”
Now John was simply angry. How DARE Aaron treat him like this!
“AARON!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “AARON, you come and get me out of here right this fucking minute! AAROOOOON!!!”
A few seconds passed then the door opened and Aaron entered smiling.
“Ahh you’re awake. Good.”
“What the fuck am I doing here. How did I…”
John thought back to his last memory before waking up in this small room.
“The coffee; you drugged the coffee you motherfucker.”
“Now, now John. Watch your tone or I’ll have to punish you more severely.”
“What the FUCK am I doing here? This is fucking kidnapping. Let me go right NOW!”
“Oh it’s not kidnapping John. It’s just a bit of fun.”
“Let me go Aaron before I get REALLY fucking angry!”
John noticed that Aaron was no longer addressing him as ‘master’.”
“I’m not kidding Aaron, I’m not going along with this. Unless you plan to kill me, sooner or later you’re going to need to set me free, and I’ll go straight to the police unless you let me go right NOW!”
“Oh don’t be so melodramatic John. Nobody’s going to kill you. And what would you tell the police?” Aaron asked with a sweet smile. “That you raped my boyfriend so I gave you a taste of your own medicine?”
John’s mouth closed into an angry scowl. He knew that using the police as a threat was hollow.
“This will be the end of our relationship Aaron.”
“You are SUCH a drama queen John. It won’t be the end of anything. But I think we have been long overdue for a change.”
“What the fuck does THAT mean?!”
“You know, you’re a real potty mouth today. I don’t think my friends will appreciate that.”
Aaron bent down and picked up a ball gag from the floor beneath the bench. John struggled and cursed and twisted in his attempts to avoid having it strapped on, but in less than a minute Aaron had fixed it in place, securing the straps behind his neck. The large red silicone ball was forced into his John’s mouth forcing his jaws wide apart. There was a hole in the middle to allow saliva to dribble through, but John’s voice was reduced to nothing more than a series of angry grunts and squeaks.
“That’s much better. I think it’s time we got started don’t you Jakie?”
Jakie looked back at his alpha with love and a playful smile.
Aaron looked down at John.
“You bloodied Jakie’s hole, so I’ve got some errr, much larger friends than you who want to meet you.”
John gave a token struggle and looked up at Aaron with a scowl, grunting an unintelligible insult. Aaron grinned.
“You’re welcome, enjoy your afternoon!”
“I’ll be in you in a minute Jakie.”
“Yes master,” Jakie said with an unjustifiably innocent smile.
Aaron turned and walked back through the door, closing it behind him. John turned to look at Jakie. The boy was grinning at him. Jakie reached beneath his bench and picked up a soft bed pillow. He fluffed it and placed it beneath his head, then reclined with his head on it and the fingers of each hand interlinked behind his head as though he was on a beach sunbathing.
A moment later John felt a cupped hand patting him on his upturned nuts, hitting him hard enough to cause a mild ache.
“Let’s get you set up. No reason why you shouldn’t enjoy the afternoon as well John.”
Aaron’s voice was muffled by the wooden wall.
John felt Aaron attaching things to his penis and testicles. He could not tell by the feel, but judging by the fact that something was wrapping around his shaft, John correctly surmised that it was some kind of stimulation toy. He was correct. In fact, Aaron had attached two small vibrating pills, each an inch long, to the top and bottom of John’s glans. Then he isolated his master’s testicles with a ball ring and attached a larger vibrator.
John felt the cock vibrators activating – first the top one, then the bottom. It was intensely pleasurable, and in spite of his anger and trepidation about the situation, his cock didn’t care and it enthusiastically responded, quickly thickening. Then the vibrator on his balls began. John had never tried a vibrator there before and he whined at how good it felt. Jakie grinned up at the ceiling.
John could feel fingers smearing lube on his hole. With his legs this wide apart, they didn’t even need to move his cheeks out of the way first. He twisted and turned trying to avoid the fingers, but thanks to his tightly stretched legs, he could barely move his bottom at all and the fingers continued their work unabated.
He felt a finger invade his hole. He was a top, and although he’d tried dildos and fingers in his hole during his early experimental days, John was a firm supporter of the maxim, “It’s better to give than to receive.” The finger continued working at him, then it was joined by another. They twisted and turned, urging his sphincter to relax.
To his right, Jakie let out a soft “Oooh,” then he started to rock gently up and down the bench, and it was clear that he was being fucked.
“Oh yes master,” he purred, thanking Aaron for servicing him.
John felt a third finger working in his hole now. It was tight and his ring was stinging but at the same time his genitals felt disconcertingly good.
The fingers withdrew and he felt the glans of a cock at his hole. John struggled for all he was worth but there was nothing he could do to move his hole from its path. The cock pressed, slowly at first and John felt himself opening much wider than the three fingers had stretched him. His hole was burning now but the cock continued to push. John groaned. It was impossible to push back with his legs that far apart. It really was shocking to him how completely the posture neutralised the muscles of his lower body.
John felt the cock slip inside him, its large head bumping past his sphincter. John was both relieved and angry. The pain was at least not going to get any worse, but a stranger was in him. He felt fur against his butt as the cock’s owner slowly buried himself to the balls. John felt his prostate being massaged by the large glans.
John felt a sharp slap on his left butt cheek, then two hands gripped him by the back of both thighs, and the penis withdrew a couple of inches before pushing slowly back in. Then it pulled out and pushed back. It repeated the cycle, each time increasing speed as its owner settled into a rhythm, comfortable that the hole was not able to move unexpectedly.
Jakie was moaning beside him. John looked over and the boy was clearly enjoying being ploughed like a bitch. He was squirming in slow motion, but it was obviously not escape that was motivating his movements. John watched for 30 seconds, seeing Jakie’s response in a new light. All the while, his own hole was implacably being drilled. And to his utter dismay, his own cock and balls felt incredible.
It was a humbling experience, being fucked beside his slave’s slave. Aaron had always been wilful; an alpha, but now as John watched Jakie getting fucked by Aaron, whilst he himself was being fucked against his will, he realised that he was not the master he had imagined himself to be. Far from it, he was now just another slave bitch to be fucked at Aaron’s inclination.
John suddenly came. He felt the orgasm and he felt the thick cum splattering back down onto his own cock and pubes. It was powerful, but without an increase in pace from the vibrators he couldn’t maximise the experience, but nor could he resist groaning at the force of it.
The cock in his hole quickened pace as its owner was aroused by the sight of John’s orgasm. A few seconds later the man on the other side of the wall grunted, thrusting deep into John’s hole, as he also came with a series of guttural grunts. Each thrust bounced John’s body along the bench, settling back in time for the next. Jakie looked over, grinning as John was taken by a stranger.
The cock withdrew and was immediately replaced by another, thicker one, although it didn’t go as deep. John grunted as it forced its way into him. This time its owner bothered with none of the gentle preliminaries. Instead he started thrusting hard and fast as though he was a jackhammer trying to drill a hole in John’s body.
John’s cock was still hard, prevented from softening by the non-stop buzz of the vibrators strapped to his glans and balls. The one underneath was teasing his fraenulum. Aaron sometimes tickled it with his tongue, but that was nothing compared to this continuous vibration. He was so sensitive there that it almost hurt. He wanted it to stop, but his body didn’t. It was at the threshold of his body’s pleasure receptors, right at the point where the pleasure, if taken just a tiny bit further, would turn to pain. The teasing was sending zaps down into his balls as his hyper-sensitive nerve endings were stimulated. He wanted to swat the vibrator away, but his cock was not his own to control. It stood, proud and throbbing, his balls humming with a feeling almost like current as his fraenulum continued to electrify him.
At the same time, the one on his balls was a new experience also. There was a deep sense of pleasure but it also felt like the vibration was somehow charging and rejuvenating his balls. It was a strange contrast to the sexual feelings he normally enjoyed. As good as they often felt, this was a much deeper sensation than he was used to, as though his balls were being massaged from the insides out.
And all the time, the pill on the top of his cock, covering the lower part of his glans, was a more conventional feeling. It was this one that was keeping him hard, and would continue to prevent his erection from dissipating until it was removed.
John’s body was receiving an erotic education, and he was amazed that Aaron had the skill to deliver such a lesson. It was clear that his slave had been holding out on him.
His body slid back and forth as the second cock thudded into his hole, fast and heavy. He couldn’t help but think of his youth, when he thought that masturbation was all about how fast and hard he could pound his cock. He spent many days as a young teen with a cock so red from the abuse that he could barely tug it the next time he was horny. Barely, yet he always got past the soreness and managed again…
The pace increased still further; three, four strokes a second, and then John heard a series of groans as the male at his ass came. The husky tone and the total surrender to his orgasm confirmed that the person drilling him was young. John wondered if he was even old enough to have hair under his arms or on his lip. Lucky kid with a cock like that.
The kid rested against him for thirty seconds whilst he regained his senses, then John felt him pushing against the back of his thighs with his hands as he pulled his still rigid cock from John’s burning hole. John imagined the kid, too weak from his orgasm to stand unaided.
“Thanks Aaron,” an adolescent voice said.
How old was this kid – fifteen, sixteen? Surely not as old as seventeen. Bait. Where the fuck had Aaron found him?
Jakie was still squirming. John wondered if he was caged or if he was free to cum. Given his reactions, he hadn’t cum yet, and he was clearly enjoying the experience.
An hour and a half after they had begun, Aaron’s muffled voice said, “Ready to cum Jakie?”
“Yes, yes, oh yes master, very ready.”
“Okay, then I’ll uncage you.”
Jakie had stopped moving, then a minute later the back and forth sliding revealed that he was getting fucked again. Within twenty seconds, he suddenly went crazy, twisting and turning, almost falling off the bench, and moaning in the heights of ecstasy as Aaron jacked his boyish cock to a meteoric orgasm. John watched Jakie cum whilst his own hole was pounded. It was spectacular. The boy’s eyes rolled back into his head and it looked like he was having an epileptic seizure. He was gripping the edges of the bench to stay on it, and bridging up, lifting his torso off the bench, bearing the weight on his shoulders.
Eventually, Jakie’s orgasm was over and he slumped to the bench, sheathed in sweat, utterly exhausted.
“Thank you master,” he gasped. “That was fantastic!”
“Good. We’ll wait until that little nub goes down then we’ll get you caged back up.”
For the rest of the afternoon, John was drilled by one hefty cock after another; some longer, some thicker, but ALL of them well above average. One two occasions, John heard the kid’s voice again, and there was another, with an even higher pitched voice who returned five times.
John’s hole was sore from the constant use, although the lube in his hole was regularly replaced. He looked around the small room, and up at the ceiling, trying to dissociate himself from what was happening to his hole on the other side of the wall. It was the oddest experience. From a viewer’s perspective, on his side of the wall, he was simply a bare-chested man taking a rest on the bench, but on the other side of the wall, his undercarriage was lifted, spread eagled, available to anyone who wanted to use it. His dick, veins bulging along its length, helmet shiny, milked in spite of his wishes, spurting its creamy seed intermittently. He came more times in that long afternoon than he had in an entire week at his teen-jerking prime. He couldn’t resist. The long teasing build up, his cock aching to cum, right on the very edge, but not quite tipping over, and then the sudden rush as he passed the threshold. Every single orgasm came as a surprise. There was no warning, then he was spurting.
John was not experienced at being fucked, but if he had paid closer attention, he would have realised that there was a correlation between the fucking and his orgasms. A fucker would do something just right. A particularly long one would prod his organs, or a shorter one would brush his prostate. The kid with the really high voice withdrew his surprisingly long cock almost all the way every time, and as the head, which was far larger than the slender shaft slid past John’s sphincter, it sent a little unwanted shiver of pleasure into John’s body.
John was desperate to hold onto his seed. He didn’t want another single drip to be forced from his aching balls, but still they felt so eager, and his cock was so very engorged.
Jakie was caged again, and to his pleasure, half a dozen men used his hole before he finally reached his limit.
“That’s enough now master,” he said.
Aaron released the young pup’s legs, and Jakie wriggled his body back through the hole, until he was sitting on the bench on John’s side. His small smooth cock was caged. He sat watching with a gentle grin. He wasn’t vindictive or spiteful. This was simply the price that John had to pay for abusing him.
“Sorry, I can’t understand you master John, but I can’t help you. Master Aaron would be angry.”
“Mmmm mmm mm m mmm m mmmm.”
Jakie sat watching John’s reaction to being fucked for fifteen minutes, then he walked through the door, to watch from the other side.
John was alone now. He had no idea how long he had been held captive, nor how many times he’d been fucked. 20? 30? More? He looked around, once again seeking any hint at a way to escape his captivity. As he examined his surroundings yet again, a thick cock rhythmically smashed into his hole.
After six hours, there was another cock at his hole. John felt immediately that this was bigger. Much bigger. His hole was already burning from the sheer number of cocks it had serviced, loose and chafed from its six hour ordeal, but the new cock was monstrous. He screamed as it forced its way inside, tearing his sphincter. It felt like someone was forcing a baseball bat into him, and except for its warmth, John could easily have believed that someone was actually sodomising him with one. He twisted, desperate to escape, but of course there was no way to unimpale himself from the human club the skewered him.
It thrust into him, and John could even feel the veins tearing him as they passed his devastated sphincter. He continued screaming as it went into him, deeper and deeper. He just couldn’t believe the size of the thing. It pushed past his prostate at five inches, deep, deep into his bowels, rearranging his organs and lower intestines. Even without the incredible pain, it was the strangest feeling to experience something entering him so deeply from that end.
Then it started to fuck him, slowly, rhythmically, its owner feeling no need to rush. John was crying from the pain.
Jakie came back into the room and sat watching with an expression that looked like sympathy.
“Please!” John mumbled unintelligibly.
Jakie leaned forwards and whispered so that he couldn’t be heard on the other side of the wall.
“But George is a bit of a brute. He’s got 11 inches,” Jakie confided. “And it’s thick. He’s hung like a horse.”
John’s words were meaningless. He looked Jakie in the eyes, pleading, as the gargantuan cock rocked his whole body back and forth. Jakie sat back on the other bench, his skin even paler against the dark vinyl, skinny as a rake, and looked at him with genuine compassion.
“There’s nothing I can do.”
And in spite of his pain, for some reason John glanced down at the boy’s caged cock, and his fat little balls bulging in their white scrotum beneath. Then the distraction was over and his attention returned to the man-beast who was splitting him in two.
The man was going faster now, and much harder, as though he intended to stop John’s heart with the head of his dick. The entire sturdy wooden wall was shaking with each thrust. Throughout the afternoon, John had been aware of a low hum of noise on the other side of the wall, as though it was a waiting room with people chatting as they waited their turn. But now the quite noise had risen to a hubbub as the other males watched Brutus’ savaging John’s hole, in awe of his power and size.
John was whimpering with each pounding stroke, the pain in his hole overriding all other sensations. His cock was still hard and his balls tingling but there was no chance that he would come whilst the six foot six tall muscular caveman at his ass was tearing him a new one.
He felt the man’s powerful fingers burying themselves painfully in the muscles of his thighs as the man steadied himself. Then, to John’s immense relief, the man mountain on the other side of the wall gave three emphatic thrusts that almost brought the wall down on top of John.
The man grunted with a voice that sounded like it would better suit a cave troll. Primal, low, victorious. Then he was gone.
John cried, no longer concerned about showing dominance over Jakie, simply relieved that the gorilla who had just restructured his asshole was gone.
Aaron walked in. He looked down at John, his face a contradictory mixture of amusement, contempt and compassion.
“George was the last one. Except me. Hopefully now you’ll never be so stupid as to mess with my property again without my permission.”
John looked up. There was snot running from his nose, saliva ran freely around and through the hole in the ball gag, and his red face was covered in pain sweat. He gave a single small nod.
Aaron walked through the door and used John’s hole. His cock was thinner than most of the ones that had abused him that afternoon but John was badly damaged now. He gritted his teeth as Aaron took the final ride of the day. Aaron lightly jacked the sides of John’s helmet between the tips of his first and second fingers, whilst the pills top and bottom continued to buzz. John didn’t want to cum again. He was desperate not to give away even a single drop of his sperm, but the choice was not his to make. He tried to clench his balls, and he concentrated on the pain as Aaron’s cock slipped back and forth along the freshly-inflicted tears. But still, he felt his excitement rising. He clenched the base of his cock. Aaron saw the muscles contracting and correctly surmised that it was John’s desperate attempt to resist him. He thrust his cock harder into John’s hole to distract him momentarily. Then he bounced his fingers up and down over John’s glans, his fingers moving lightning fast, travelling from the rounded tip, to its flared corona. It was a battle between John’s desire to maintain this last, tiny piece of defiance, and Aaron’s determination to break him by taking total control over his body. John squirmed, and in spite of the fact he had experienced 16 orgasms that afternoon, he came again. Three pathetic squirts, the first less than an inch high, followed by two that barely rose above a dribble. In spite of the low volume of his ejaculate, John writhed, his body experiencing an orgasm far more intense than he wanted after so many. His balls ached at the effort.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned behind his gag.
Aaron grinned at the feeble ejaculation, smiling at the groan from behind the wall, then he allowed himself to cum hard, filling a condom in the process.
When he was done, Aaron walked back into the room with John, his hard cock still standing up like a sundial. He removed the gag from John’s drooling mouth then reached down and removed the full condom from his own penis. It held almost a shot glass of frothing jizz.
John was utterly defeated. He complied with Aaron’s command and Aaron dumped the contents of the condom into John’s mouth.
John drank Aaron’s spunk.
“Good. Now let’s get you home.”
Aaron held a cloth over John’s mouth and nose. John struggled but within 15 seconds he was unconscious again.
“Anyway, you know you deserved it. You stepped well over the line with Jakie.”
Aaron looked at John. John was naked apart from the chastity cage that surrounded his cock. It was an expensive one – a Cararra. It was worn as a belt, with a sculpted chrome tube that passed tightly between John’s legs, completely eliminating the possibility that John could touch himself or even get hard. John’s nuts bulged around the sides. John had been so proud of them but now they were just decorations for a cock he would never use – mere baubles.
“I think I’LL have a coffee please John. And don’t get any silly ideas about revenge. My friends will hunt you down if I ever disappear, and then you’ll find out what it’s like to spend the rest of your life as a eunuch slave in the Middle East.”
“Yes master,” John said submissively.
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