Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 05:56:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 13 (Gay Authoritarian)

This is the next chapter in the ongoing ordeal of my
abduction and submission. If you have found this then
you obviously like M/m contact, consensual or
otherwise. Thanks to all of you who have written and
commented on previous chapters. You have given me the
desire to continue writing. To all others Masters and
fellow subs, please write and critique or comments.

AST 13

After releasing my jaw, Master Eric steps back and
looks us over. "You two are a mess. I'm not about to
take you to my place in this condition, so before I
haul your ass out of here johnnie, I'm going to clean
both of your filthy bodies."

Pointing at the floor in the middle of the room,
Master Eric says to rob,  "Get your ass over there and
then kneel up straight with your hands behind your
back."  Rob crawls quickly into position; Eric cuffs
his wrists and then walks back to me. Unlocking the
ankle cuffs, he removes the bar between my legs.
"Relax, CUNT while I get rid of the rest of these
things."

He releases the rope that has pulled my arms my arms
toward the ceiling. They drop like lead against my
back as I let out a sigh of relief and moan a "Thank
you" to Master Eric. Without acknowledging me, he
removes the bar between my collar and my wrists
allowing me even more movement. I say again,
sincerely, "Thank you Sir!"

"Okay, slave. What would you like me to remove now?"

"Please, Sir, take off the weight hanging from my
balls!"

"Sure; no problem."  Grabbing my balls, he squeezes
and pulls them downward. I can't help it. I cry out in
pain, pleading, "Sir, please; please it hurts!"
Screaming at me he says, "I'LL STOP WHEN YOU QUIT
WHINING, YOU PATHETIC CUNT!"
When the last of my moans die out, Master Eric
releases his grip on my balls, unsnaps the strap
hooked to the weight dangling between my legs. I let
out a deep sigh when I hear the metal ball crash to
the floor. My audible show of relief angers Master
Eric. He stands eye-to-eye with me, grabs me by the
jaw and shouts in my face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, SLAVE! I
don't want to hear another sound out of you, or I'll
hang your ass and beat  every inch of you, starting
with these." He grabs my balls, squeezing them
savagely and yanking them out and up. It takes every
ounce of energy I have to remain silent. With my balls
being crushed by his hand, he stares at me for a few
moments watching and waiting for me to break. My
breathing tells him that I get his message loud and
clear. I clench my mouth tightly as tears stream down
my face.

When I calm down to his satisfaction, he clenches the
chain between the tit clamps and jerks them sharply
several times, looking again to see if I will break.
Despite the pain screaming from my sensitive nipples,
I obey his order of silence. Knowing that I am close
to crying out, he glares at me and smiles. Then,
without a word, he slips the clamps away.

Walking behind me, he unlocks the wrist cuffs and gets
close to my ear, warning me, "Stay right where you
are. You can't escape, so don't even think about it.
You're my slave, my property, and I've got control."
I know he is right, so with my hands at my sides, I
bow my head and wait.

"One more thing slave." With his hand on the middle of
my back, he shoves me forward saying, "Bend over. I
don't want this plug up you ass." When I get in
position, I feel him winding the tail in hand. As soon
as he has a good grip, he says mockingly to me, "Get
ready slave; turn your toes inward; this thing will
come out easier if you do.  I'm doing you a favor, so
be a good little boy and ask me politely."

"Sir, Master Eric, will you please remove the plug
from your slave's asshole? I..." Before I can complete
my sentence, I feel the searing pain as he jerks on
the butt plug, and the widest part stretches my tight
opening. After a subdued moan, I say gratefully,
"Thank you, Sir; thank you!"

Ignoring me, you say sharply, "That's enough, slave;
get your ass over next to your friend. I've got
another surprise for you two." I drop to my knees and
crawl quickly over next to rob. "Closer slaves; I want
you right up against one another." As we kneel
touching shoulder-to-shoulder and thigh-to-thigh,
Master Eric stands tall above us, glaring down in full
control.

Master Eric walks out of the room and we hear him
calling for Mark and the others, "Is everyone still
here? I'd like you to join in the fun I'm going to
have with these two."

I glance in apprehension at rob when I hear several
voices carrying on and laughing about have some more
fun with us. Then, each one of our tormentors saunters
back into the room, fully clothed this time, but just
as menacing. As we are encircled by Masters Travis,
David, Paul, Charles, James, and Mark, Eric says, "I
told these two that before I take johnnie for the
night, they need cleaned up, so I know you've got a
power washer in your garage Mark, and I'd like to put
it to use on these two. What do you say?"

"Hell, whatever your devious mind can come up with is
okay with me!"

I know that this doesn't look good for us. As we try
to see each other's reaction out of the corner of our
eyes, I think to myself, "I've never been sprayed with
a power washer before, but the force of the water
alone can't feel good; Here we are, kneeling, naked,
and helpless, and who knows what else they'll do to
us."

"Just tell us what you want us to do, Eric."

"First of all, get these two out to the garage. I'll
get things ready."  When Master Eric turns and leaves,
James and Charles grab me under the arms, and David
and Paul grab rob. We are roughly dragged out to the
garage where we are surrounded again and left standing
back to back. There is no excitement now; we stand
shivering in anticipation of what's to come.

Master Eric says, "I don't want to hear their whining,
so gag them."  Charles starts to work on me, and Paul
does rob. A ball with several straps attached is
shoved into each of out mouths. The two lower straps
go under the jaw and around the back of the neck to
the locking ring.. The two side straps wedge the ball
into the mouth and lock in the back. The two upper
straps straddle the nose, go over the head to the ring
in the back. With the harness in place, we are
completely helpless.

"Okay, cuff them, only this time use these steel
ones."

Neither of us have to be ordered to put our hands
behinds are backs. We do not have a choice. We are
outnumbered and completely under their control. As
soon as we put our hands behind us, the cuffs are
locked on our wrists; it's obvious how uncomfortable
they are. Unlike the ones with a chain link between,
these have a hinge that severely restricts movement.
Our palms are kept facing each other hanging straight
down our backs.

Charles takes me by the arms and moves me across from
rob so we are facing each other about five feet apart.
Paul goes to rob first, threads a rope through the
ring in the top of his head harness and ties a
slipknot. When it's secure, he slips the other end
through an eyehook set in the rafter. He takes most of
the slack out of the rope and ties it off. Then he
comes over to me, ties a knot in the top ring, slides
the rope through another eyehook and leaves it with
just a little slack.

Eric says to the others, "I'm not done with these two
yet. I want you guys to spread their legs as far apart
as you can. Then make them stand there while you chain
them in position. I don't want them to be able to move
at all.  Spread them far enough so that those head
harnesses are really taught."

Master Travis works on rob while Master James chains
me in place. With rob being taller, his legs are
spread almost a foot wider than mine. I can see that
the combination of the head harness and leg chains has
severely restricted his movements. The movement of his
abdomen as he breathes in an out is the only control
he has of his body. I feel the same tension growing in
me as the chains are locked to my legs. With us in
this totally helpless position, he apparently wants to
make sure that we will endure anything and everything
he inflicts upon us.

Mark asks, "Aren't you done fuckin' around with these
slaves yet?"  Laughingly, he says, "They looked
worried. Are you pussies worried? Don't be. I think
Master Eric is just going to give you a shower."

All we can do is stare at each other while they poke
and prod at out naked bodies. Eric says to the others,
"Just a dam minute. I've only got one more thing I
want to do. Get me two more pieces of cord and tie
slipknots in the ends."

When the ropes are prepared as Master Eric asked, he
says to Master James and Master
Travis, "Loop them and cinch the ropes nice and
tight." While they do this, Master Eric drags a cement
block between us and says, "Now tie the ropes to this,
and don't leave any slack."

Both Masters say loudly, "Alright! Now we got these
fuckers in a real predicament. You sadistic bastard!"


Eric says, "I know what I like, and I like to keep
pussies like these just where I want them, so I can
torture the hell out of them. That's how you get
slaves to fear and respect you. They've got to know
that you expect them to obey without question." Master
Travis loops his rope around my cock and balls,
cinches the slipknot tightly around them. Then he puts
the rope through a hole in the cement block and jerks
hard so I can feel the strain of my cock and balls
being pulled away from my body. When he's finished, he
plucks the rope just to make sure it is holding
tightly.

Master James work on rob, cinching up the rope and
giving it a jerk just for spite. He pulls on his cock
and balls before he ties the rope to the cement block.
When the others step away from us, Master Eric looks
satisfied that he got us restrained just the way he
wants.

Turning to us, Master Eric says, "Slaveboys, since you
got yourselves so filthy, you need to be thoroughly
cleaned, and I've got just the thing for you. I don't
expect you to do anything since you've got your legs
spread, your cock and balls tied down, your hands
cuffed, and your mouth gagged. Just be naked and leave
the rest to us."

"Give me the washer, Mark."

Mark hands Master Eric a power washer he uses on his
cars. It looks like a gun and the steam of water is
bound to hurt when he turns it on us. As he turns
toward me, he pulls the trigger and the heavy,
stinging, cold stream hits me in the chest causing me
to groan and jerk against the head harness. I'm afraid
that he is going to aim it at my cock and balls, but I
can't move or avoid him. Right now he shoots the water
only at my chest, abdomen, and legs. The temperature
of the water makes me want to bite the ball gag in
half. I jerk my head from side to side, but I can do
little else. Then he moves around behind me and sprays
my shoulders, back, ass, and legs. Yelling to the
others, he says, "Hey guys, how about a power enema
for this skinny little ass?"

The thought is frightening, but I'm helpless. What can
I do?  My answer comes immediately. Instead of a
stream of icy water, I feel a bare hand assault my ass
cheeks. As he is beating my ass he says, "You're
lucky, slave. I want you in good shape, so I'll wait
and give you a real enema later before I fuck your
ass."

Walking away from me, Master Eric tells Mark, "I going
to use hair remover on my prize? I like to have him
nice and smooth when I work him over."

Mark says, "Hey! He's yours. You won the right to use
him, so go ahead. What's he going to do about it,
whine and cry? I like slave boys should have smooth
hairless little boy bodies anyway."

Master Eric is ecstatic, "Ah, great! I've brought the
stuff with me. Someone go and get my bag. "Coming
right up to my face, he grabs my jaw, and glares at
me, "You're Mine CUNT! You will be clean and smooth
when I'm done with you. Then you'll really look like a
little pussy boy."

Master Charles hands Master Eric a bottle of liquid,
and says, "Can I do him. You're getting him after
this, so let us have some fun."

"Okay. Just don't hurt him. He's got to be ready for
me."

Charles squirts the liquid all over my arms, on my
chest and pubic hair, and down my legs. Then he takes
his time rubbing it all in so I am completely covered.
Just to make sure he thoroughly soaks the hair between
my legs, he spends extra time massaging my cock and
balls and running his hands between my legs to my ass
hole. The stimulation begins to affect me, and my limp
cock begins to get hard. Seeing my reaction, Charles
yells out, "Look at this; he likes the treatment so
much, his little pecker is getting hard.
Should I give him a hand job, Eric?"

"Fuck no, man. I'm going to keep him as hot as I can.
He'll do better when I really get rough with him. But
you can play with him as long as he doesn't cum."

Charles says, "Oh yeah! I could keep this bitch on the
edge until he pleads for relief. I'll bet I could get
him to do almost anything after an hour of torture."
Sneering at me, he grabs my cock and he says, "Come on
pussy, let's see what you've got."  He begins sliding
his hand up and down the shaft of my cock very quickly
but with a light touch so I won't be able to cum
unless he allows me." I'm going to play with your
little dick until all the hair drops off. Enjoy
yourself cunt!" His hand moves rapidly and all I can
do is moan quietly.

While Master Charles keeps me occupied, Master Eric
turns to rob and blasts him with the stinging stream
of cold water. As he sprays his arms, chest , stomach,
and legs, I see how the harsh pressure has turned his
skin and mine a bright pink. Once he has thoroughly
soaked rob, he asks Mark for the two long handled
brushes. "David and I are going to scrub this slave
clean." With the brush in one hand, and a bottle of
liquid soap in the other he mocks rob saying, "Since
you're standing there naked with your legs spread, you
must be waiting for me to clean you up. Come on; let
me see it in your eyes; plead with me to wash your
filthy body. Come on, slave!"

I know this is humiliating for rob, but he tries his
best to obey his command. Even though he's gagged like
I am, the look Master Eric wants is in rob's eyes. He
is pleased, and says, "Well done, slave." Then he and
David squirt some soap on the wet brushes. Master
David works on rob's back, and Master Eric does his
chest. The nasty bristles just redden his body even
more. They take delight in dragging the brush bristles
between his legs, and even though his cock and balls
are being pulled by the rope noose, the stimulation
begins to affect him, and his, long dick hardens. His
reaction doesn't go unnoticed. Master Eric yells to
me, "Look slave boy, your friend is hard just like
you. I know you two crave to be treated like this."

Picking up the washer again, Master Eric directs his
attention at me, "Let's see if your shit worked on
johnnie. Let go of his cock Charles. I don't want him
to come." The cold spray hits me flush in the stomach,
just above my outstretched balls and hard cock. Master
Eric knows that the full force of the water could
cause damage. Still the water splashes my face and
chest, and runs down my legs. With the way my head is
held by the harness, I cannot tell if the depilatory
has worked until the Masters begin to point at me and
laugh loudly. Charles says, "I told you it would work.
Now he's hairless Johnny, the little slave boy bitch,
all ready to go home with Eric."

Master Eric says, "He looks good. Smooth! Scrub him
up. I'm getting hard just looking at him. I can't wait
to get into that mouth and ass of his."

Master David and Master Eric squirt soap on the
brushes and proceed to rapidly scrub my body. This is
much more than a shower. The bristles and cold water
are just plain torture. I stand naked and tethered,
shivering to the point of exhaustion. I whimper to
myself, "When will this all be over?" I am brought
back to consciousness when the two attack my cock and
balls. I realize that I am still hard, making it look
like this has got me excited. My mind is fighting the
feelings, but my body is responding to the treatment.
I could easily cum, yet I want to get away from these
guys. When I look over at rob as they spray him with
the cold water, his cock is also hard. Why is this
happening to us, and why are we unable to control our
reaction?

When Master David and Master Eric are finished with
the brushes, Master Charles turns the cold water on me
again. It soothes the brush marks, but soon turns
unbearably cold, and I moan and whimper as loudly as I
can through the tortuous ball gag. They don't pay any
attention to me until all the soap is gone. Once the
water is turned off, both rob and I hang in the head
harness, our bodies weary and weak.

Pointing to rob, Master Eric says to Master Travis and
Master James, "Get him back to his cage. You guys can
deal with him after I leave with johnnie." I watch
helplessly as his ankle chains are removed and the
tension on the head harness is release. The two
Masters flank him, grab his arms, and drag him from
the room, laughing, "Say goodbye to your friend; he's
in for a long night."

Nothing is said or done to me until Master Travis and
Master James return. Then with them surrounding me
once more, Master Eric asks them, "Before we leave,
I'm offering this slave's mouth for once last blowjob.
Anyone interested?"

Not believing what I am hearing, I stare off into
space as I moan quietly to myself. The decision is
unanimous; to the man, Master Mark, Master Travis,
Master James, Master David, and Master Charles all say
yes. So, Master Eric immediately unchains my ankles.
Instead on releasing the head harness, he takes the
thing completely off, allowing me to relax my jaw and
prepare myself to deliver five blowjobs.

Remember, send comments, criticisms, demands, and
suggestions to john at darkroad53@yahoo.com