Date: Thu, 30 May 2019 11:11:27 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Anonymous SM - Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and a teenage boy. Please send any comments to andymann303@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / authoritarian: anal, oral, M+/t - - - - - Anonymous SM - Part 1 It was a business, pure and simple. We produced gay BDSM videos for our fan base, and sold them via our website, whilst advertising them on the xtube.com website. The four of us would capture a romp digitally, on a Sony AX700, and sell it via the Internet. The torments needed to look absolutely real, so we decided to snatch a guy and put him through the mill without any "Cut! Let's do that again" scenes. The camera was unmanned and fixed to a standard tripod, so everything could be seen full-frontal, with no mid-shots or close-ups. Raw and immediate was the rule, so our gang-rapes had to be as nasty as possible. Our targets were foolish volunteers and preening vamps, who use their looks and wiles to exploit older men - the sly teenager who sets a man-trap and leaves a lover emotionally and financially damaged. The four of us were all burly, ex-military types, so a preening vamp would have to be well trained to overcome our brutal intervention. Jordan was our latest project. He was a tall and slim nineteen-year-old blond. Unfortunately, he had crossed the wrong man. Henry had money, so we were called in to even the score. In fact, Henry had bought us a second camera to use, so Jordan's ordeal would now be seen on the Internet from two different angles. We had shadowed him for a week, so we knew a good deal about him, including his schedule and habits. For instance, he always rode home on his bicycle, and used a country lane that cut through a forest. Only a few vehicles used the lane during the day, so a bump into a drainage ditch would take of the snatch. We didn't like wearing the black ski-masks, but they did go well with our biker-look boots and leathers. Plus, we were billed as Anonymous SM, so our faces had to be covered at all times. The van bumped his bicycle into the ditch as planned. His cuts and bruises were all minor, but he did black out for a while. This helped us pull him from the ditch and get him into the van, along with his bent-up bicycle. The trip to the derelict barn took longer than expected - a tractor stayed in front of the van for a good twenty minutes. Jordan's wrists and ankles were tied, but still he had to be sat on to keep him in check. A gag was also needed to keep him quiet. He was still thrashing about as we carried him into the barn. The 'carry in' looked very good on camera, and Jordan looked superb as he kicked out at his abductors. He clearly knew he had no chance against us, but still he twisted and turned in his bonds. I grabbed his genitals and squeezed them real hard. The boy's eyes widened as he screamed into his ball-gag. The sports gear had to come off next. Henry and our fans would want to see Jordan being raped in the nude. Jack and Nick each grabbed a foot and began the strip. Jordan lost his trainers and socks when the zip-tie around his ankles was cut and a spreader-bar fastened between his knees. "Shorts and jock next, boys," I said, as Sam handed Jack a pair of scissors. Jordan stopped thrashing about when the scissors went to work on his red shorts. The jock-strap was just as skimpy, so it only took seconds to remove. We all stepped back, to enable the cameras to capture the boy's exposed cock and hairless ball-sac. A close-up shot would have been great, but the rape had to look raw and immediate. "Cut that top off, Jack," I said, as we closed in around the boy again. "And swap out that gag, Sam." Nick held a knife to the boy's throat as Sam replaced the ball-gag with a spider-gag. Jordan pleaded for mercy as the gags were changed over, but no one took any notice. The top came off in three pieces, because the boy's wrists were still zip-tied in front of him. "Stand him up, boys," said Sam. "Let's get his arms tied securely behind his back." "And get those arse-cheeks facing the cameras," I added. "Our Internet fans need to see his bare bum, before it's battered and bruised by Anonymous SM." Jordan now knew he was going to appear on the Internet, so a search for Anonymous SM would find him being held down and raped by four burly brutes. The idea of being gang-raped, on camera, appealed to the vamp. However, with Nick's knife still on set, the gang-rape could easily morph into a snuff movie. "What's he fuckin' moaning about, Sam?" asked Jack. "He looks so pretty in the nude, modelling all those bondage accessories. So what's he got to moan about?" "He's just begging for mercy," replied Sam. "And something about being knifed and topped, I think." With his legs spread, and his arms bound behind his back, he was turned around several times. The two cameras captured his every move as Nick ran the knife's blade down his bare, hairless chest. Jordan shuddered as the blade travelled over his genitals. "Where's the cage?" asked Sam. "We need to get it on before he starts liking all this attention." Jordan's cock had shrunk right down, thanks to the knife's blade. So the time was right to imprison it within a stainless steel cock-cage, which was locked around his ball-sac. He was now ready for the main event. A leather fuck-bench kept him in the correct position. His legs and neck where tied to the bench as we lined up to double penetrate him. He grunted and groaned as we unzipped and took him for a long, long ride. The bench allowed us to fuck him at the perfect height, so the spit-roasting looked great on camera. After flooding his arsehole and mouth with four loads of seed, we removed the spider-gag and plugged him up with two rubber dildos. He gagged on the over-large dildo in his mouth, and went cross-eyed when the other dildo struck gold. The two dildos kept him in a holding pattern until we were ready for another bite of the cherry. With the dildos removed, Sam and I worked on his arse-cheeks with leather paddles; and as we did so, Jack and Nick 'encouraged' him to drink in their piss. Jordan was a pretty boy, but he had transgressed, so we had to punish him to the max. The two cameras recorded him being arse-fucked in turn by Jack and Nick, while Sam and I prepared him for a haircut. We released the ties around his neck, to gain full access to his entire head, and introduced him to the nasal prongs. The stainless steel tool looked like a two-prong folk, with rounded-off prongs sticking upward at a 90 degree angle. So, I had full control of his head, via the nasal prongs, as Sam shaved off every hair on his head. The teenage vamp was crying as the prongs up his nose distorted his facial features. He wasn't too keen on being gang-raped on camera now. "Right," I said, "let's hose him down, with ice-cold water, and get him ready for another romp." * * * After the hose down, Jordan was hung upside down from a timber beam. He swung by his ankles as Nick ran the knife's blade over his genitals. Leather ankle-straps kept him hanging there safely, with no circulation problems. This allowed us to take our bald, teenage vamp for a spin. "Please let me down!" he cried. "I'll suck cock without the spider-gag. I'll do whatever you want, I promise." "Cross your heart and hope to die?" I asked. "Yes!" he said. "I swear. I swear." "Okay," I said. "Let's get you down from there and put you to work." * * * Jordan gulped as he ran his hands over slave #1's belly. The four resident slaves stood side by side in a stand-at-ease stance. They were completely naked of course, and bald. Master Drax, the owner of the barn, had unboxed them earlier. The four coffin-like boxes had been stacked against a side wall, to keep them out of the way during training. The slaves were locked in the boxes overnight, after their evening meal and hose down. The four slaves were all volunteers. They worked the farm in the nude, and were only allowed to wear boots when out in the fields. Hard labour and hose downs, and one meal a day, kept them fit and submissive. Of course, Master Drax and Master Six punished them with leather straps and whips every day, just to keep them focused on the jobs in hand. Other volunteers paid good money to work on the farm. They would spend a week, or a weekend, digging drainage ditches and hanging upside down in the barn, with glowing arse-cheeks. Thanks to Henry, Jordan was getting a free holiday visit, so he would be out digging ditches after the video was complete. In the meantime, he was down on his knees sucking slave #1's cock. The slave was enjoying the teenager's best efforts. He knew that when Jordan had swallowed slave #4's seed, the four slaves would take the teenager for a tour of the farm. Jordan would be 'encouraged' to push a wheelbarrow, carrying one of the slaves, through a wood and into Lower Field. The teenager would then be spread out on the grass and pegged down. Slave #1 liked to tickle a guest; slave #2 liked to birch a guest; slave #3 liked to use nettles; and slave #4 liked to fuck arse. Yes, Jordan would be welcomed into the fold by all four slaves, whilst sunning himself on the grass, with a bright red arse. He would then be taken back to the wood for more fun. The slaves would tie him between two trees and birch his backside, before fucking his brains out. Guest slaves always came back for more, and they always asked for another tour of the farm. However, I knew Jordan wouldn't want to return to the farm again. So, I needed to make a quick decision: would Henry pay for Jordan's enforced stay at the farm, so that we could keep coming back for more and more videos; or would we have to extend our current visit and go for a sequel?