Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2007 15:22:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town - Part 16

Taking a deep breath, I watched wide-eyed and fearful
as he slowly tilts the candle toward my hard,
sensitive, roped-tied cock. Drip...drip...drip.
Splash...splash...splash. The boiling hot wax sears the
head of my cock and the pain comes alive causing me to
scream into the ball gag, drip saliva from my mouth,
and blow deep breaths through my nose. As I scream, I
shake my head back-and-forth, "NO! NO! PLEASE NO!"
AST16
Seeing my reaction just fuels his sadistic fire. The
flames dance on the ends of the candles and reflect in
Master Eric's eyes as he takes both candles and
repeatedly drips the hot, liquid, red wax on my cock
and balls. I scream and scream, but no amount of
pleading affects his demeanor. He laughs and taunts me
over and over, "You fucking CUNT! You fucking CUNT!
I'm just getting started. If you think this is bad,
you're in for a rough time. YOUR ASS IS MINE, AND YOU
WILL SUFFER UNTIL I AM SATISFIED!"

With that, he rares back his wide open hand and
savagely slams it into the side of my head scrambling
my senses and causing me to lose balance. My ankles
buckle, and my ass is impaled on the pointed beam. My
pain centers are on fire: my face is stinging; my arms
feel like they are being pulled from their sockets, my
legs are shaking uncontrollably; the skin on my cock,
balls, and ass feels raw and wet; I scream and groan
against the tortuous ball gag as I writhe around
trying to make it all go away. "OH PLEASE, JUST LET ME
DIE; I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE; PLEASE; PLEASE!"
Master's reaction is a sadistic laugh as he watches me
hang in my restraints.
"AND DON'T FORGET IT!"

Without warning, he lowers the ropes holding the beam
and orders me to strand straight up and not move. "Do
as I say and maybe things will go a lot better for
you." I am learning the hard way not to cross him, so
I do just as he says. Looking me over he mutters,
"You're a fucking mess, CUNT."  Then he bends down and
removes the heels so that I can stand flat footed. My
arms are lowered, my wrists released, and the ball gag
is pulled from my mouth. Pointing across the room, he
says, "Get you ass in there; you need to get cleaned
up."

When I start to walk to the room, he screams, "ON YOUR
KNEES, FUCK!" Realizing that I have angered him again,
I drop to my knees and crawl toward the shower as fast
as I can, but he catches me easily and beats my ass
and the backs of my legs with his belt. Even as I
crawl through the doorway, he continues to beat me
until I collapse on the floor. Screaming even louder
he says, "ON YOUR KNEES FUCK! GET ON YOUR KNEES! NOW!"
 He keeps beating me until I struggle to my hands and
knees. "YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING
RIGHT? I'LL FIX YOUR ASS! WAIT RIGHT THERE AND DON'T
MOVE A MUSCLE!"

He leaves me alone to think about what I have done and
to worry what he will do to punish me. I hear him
talking on the telephone, but can't make out what he
is saying. His last words, "Great, see you then,"
sends shivers through my naked body. This can't be
good. I am so afraid that I will be tormented and
punished severely and without mercy.

When he re-enters the room, he grabs the back of my
head jerking my face upwards to glare into my eyes.
"You fucked up CUNT, so now you're going to suffer."

Once again, I can't help myself, "Sir please, I'm
sorry. I promise I'll obey you. Please, Sir. Please."

"Yeah, that's right! You are going to please me, so
shut the fuck up! In about 30 minutes, two friends of
mine will be here to take over. When they're done with
you, we'll see if you're any better at obeying me. In
the meantime, you need to be cleaned up. He turns on
the faucets and adjusts the water temperature. "Okay,
CUNT, see if you can get it right this time. Crawl
into the shower." I do as he says, and the cascading
waters splash down on my back and soothe the ravages
of the past hours of torture. "Kneel up and lock your
fingers behind your head."

Taking a bottle of liquid soap, he squirts some on my
chest and back. After squirting more on a bath brush,
he scrubs away the oily sweat, saliva, and dried wax.
He runs the bristles over my chest and back. Then he
shoves it between my legs spending more time than
necessary roughing up my cock and balls. "How is this
little cock and shriveled balls, CUNT?"

In a moaning grunt, I say, "They're yours Sir, and
thank you for allowing me to get  a shower."

"Are you finally learning who is in charge, Cunt?
That's good. And remember what you just said. Now,
follow me."

This time I crawl along at his heels, silent, and
obedient. He walks me to the middle of his comfortable
basement retreat. "Stop! Stay right there."  I find
myself kneeling on a plush brown carpet between two
overstuffed chairs and a large sofa. Master returns
carrying an odd shaped wooden object. "Pay attention,
CUNT. This is called a HUMBLER, for good reason. Once
I put it on you, you will be forced to remain on all
fours and always having to crawl after me. Standing is
impossible without pain and damage, so don't try it."

Master Eric gets behind me and grabs my balls, pulling
them back between my legs. He clamps the slats of the
cruel trapping device around my balls and locks it in
place. The wings of the device have contours for my
legs and are secured under my ass cheeks. Grabbing me
by my left ear, he says, "Come on, CUNT! Try to stand
up!"

The moment I lift my chest to stand, I feel intense
pressure stretching my balls. Another few inches and
the pain of someone crushing my balls sets in, and I
cry out. If I continue, the humbler will rip off my
balls.

Mater Eric laughs, "See, CUNT; now you know how this
little devil works. So, stay down and stay alive. The
guys will understand. Anyway, anything they've got
planned for you, you'll do on your knees."
Just then, the door chime ring.  "That's got to be
them. Get ready CUNT!"  When Master Eric returns, he
is followed by two other men. Both appear to be about
40, one well built and the other rather paunchy. "Have
a seat guys. This pale, skinny little fuck is slave
johnnie. I've name him CUNT, but while you work him
over, you can call him anything you want. Right CUNT?"

I speak meekly and softly, "Sir, yes Sir. Whatever
pleases you, Sir."

"I called you over because he keeps fucking up and
can't get it straight that he's here to do whatever I
want, for as long as I want, and however I want. He
hasn't learned that a slave boy bitch has no right to
question his Master. So, I want you two to use him and
make him obey. Punish him all you want and keep him
until he learns or you get tired of him. Since he
can't seem to remember to stay on his knees, I put a
humbler on him. Leave it on for as long as you want,
and use anything else I've got. I'll be back in few
hours."

As soon as Master Eric leaves, the two men strip off
their jeans and t-shirts. I can see the bulge in their
briefs already starting to grow larger. The paunchy
one speaks up saying, "I'm dying to work this bitch
over, so let me go first.  I know Eric has a shock
unit here someplace. I want to see this cunt whining
like the little bitch he is. I'll be right back."

When he leaves the room, the other, muscular guy says
to me, "I'm going to tell you this just once. Call me
Sir James and don't make a mistake or you'll pay.
While Nick is looking around, crawl over here and lick
my balls." Master James slides his bottom to the edge
of the soft cushion so that his cock and balls hang
freely. "Hold my cock in one hand and my balls in the
other; and don't stop licking until I tell you to.
Understand?"

I know that I must obey without hesitation, so I
quickly crawl to him and say humbly, "Sir, yes Sir,
Sir, James." When I reach up, I feel the humbler
tugging on my balls, reminding me to stay on my knees.
I take hold of his straight, thick, hard, warm,
heavily veined shaft, and I stair at the arrow shaped
head and wet slit. Noticing that I am admiring his
cock, he says in a harsh demeaning tone, "That's for
later, CUNT. You'll get to feel my cock in many ways
the longer you are here. Now get to work. I want that
hot little pussy mouth of yours lathering up my
balls."

I know how sensitive my balls can be, so I want to
please Sir James in such a way that he'll want me to
service cock and balls rather than wanting to torture
me. I would gladly suck his cock anytime he wants in
place of suffering.

With his cock in my left hand and his balls cupped in
my right hand, I open my mouth in order to slide my
tongue over his balls sac. I can't help to notice that
his balls are a dusky red as I begin to rub them
gently as I lather him with my tongue. They taste just
a bit salty and smell of his cologne. The more I lick
and massage him, the more he begins to shift his
weight in the chair and to moan in a low guttural
town. His reaction persuades me to open my mouth as
wide as I can and to suck both of his balls into my
mouth. I swirl my tongue around his balls and gently
probe them with the tip of my tongue. This causes him
to grab the sides of my head and to say, "CUNT, that
feel great. Don't fuckin' stop! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! I
should just jam my cock down your fucking throat right
now." I keep licking and sucking, ready to do whatever
he wants. As long as I am down between his legs, there
is no pain. I can stand and even enjoy the humiliation
of having to be another man's cock slave. I want to
let him know that I am enjoying this so I begin to
moan and wiggle my ass for him to see. He taunts me,
"You're just all the other fucking cunts. Eating a
real man turns you into a horny slut. Keep going bitch
and maybe I'll let you beg to eat my cum, and be me
fuck you in the ass. That sounds pretty good doesn't
it CUNT?"

With his balls filling my mouth, all I can do is let
out a long, deep moaning approval of his plans as I
shake my head up and down. But then, just as I settle
in and think that my torment is over, the paunchy man
(Nick) come back into the room, saying that he found
what he was looking for. "I want to wire up this CUNT
and put him through the paces. He looks like he is
enjoying sucking your balls too much."

Sir James says, "Okay by me. I was just keeping this
cunt occupied. You've got to let him suck your balls
just to see how good he really is."

"Maybe later; right now I'm going to teach him how I
expect him to behave." To me he says, "There is no
mystery to this. I am sticking electrical stimulation
pads to your tits and your cock. The other leads are
plugged right into the humbler. When I feel like it,
your going to get a jolt, sometimes light and
sometimes more intense. This thing won't kill you, but
you'll know and feel when the current is turned on."

"Get over there by the couch, pussy." Walking over to
the sofa himself, he straddles my kneeling form and
flops his ugly body down, leans back with the power
unit in his hand and spreads his legs. I look up to
see his fat, hairy belly hanging above his half-hard,
curved cock and large balls covered with dark hair. In
stark contrast, Sir James's cock is strong and
straight, and his balls are taught and clean-shaven.
It was humiliating enough to submit to Sir James, but
now I am expected to please and service this
overweight, sadistic man. In this position, I am
completely helpless. No matter how disgusting this
will be, I will have no other choice but to do as he
demands. I feel my face getting flushed, and I let out
a whining moan. Sir Nick just laughs, "I'm going to
have some fun with this pathetic little cunt. Pussy,
you can start showing me how much you want to be my
slut. James liked your ball licking, so start here
CUNT."

My mouth is so dry from lathering Master James that I
have no choice but to ask for something to drink.
"Sir, may I please have a drink of water. I want to
satisfy you, Sir."

"Okay CUNT; if I give you this water, I expect you to
really show me how go of a cock sucking slut you can
be."

When he hands me the water, I down the whole bottle in
seconds. "Thank you Sir; thank you. "

"Like I said, start with my balls. I like a good
licking too. Use your hands and your slutty mouth on
them so my cock will get good and hard before you suck
on it. Wait! Hey James, didn't Eric tell us to video
everything we do with his cunt?"

"Yeah, he did. He left the camera over there. I'll get
it."   When he returns, he says, "You might want to
use this too; I like to see slaves collared and
leashed while they're performing." Master James sets
the camera and tripod beside the couch so that he can
get a good view of me kneeling between Master Nick's
legs with face buried in his crotch. "Get this bitch
to work, and I record it all!"

Master Nick slips a thick, black choker cord collar
over my head, pulls it tight, and attaches a leash.
Winding it around his hand, he pulls my head and neck
up against his crotch and orders me to, "Eat!"

Without hesitation, I open my mouth and take a long,
slow, wet lick starting from the underside of his
balls, up the front, and then to the base of his
shaft, moaning loudly as I go. Then I do it all over
again, sliding my tongue under his balls, sliding it
back and forth, and up the front to his cock. My loud
moan is turned into a scream when he turns the knob on
the stim unit and send a shock through my balls.
Paying no attention to my discomfort, he drills my
balls two more times, each time sending more juice
through the leads. The humbler keeps me from moving
but a few inches, but I buck my hips anyway trying to
get some relief. This enrages Master Nick, and he
jerks hard on the leash ordering me back to his balls.
"QUIT FIGHTING ME, CUNT! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE LICKING
MY BALLS. I'LL FIX YOUR ASS!"

Master Nick fires up all of the leads and sends shock
waves deep into my balls, cock, and tits. I am
helpless to resist him, so through the pain and my
screams, I lick for all I am worth. "That's fucking
better CUNT!" By now his cock is hard and the tip is
wet with cum. "Slide your mouth up my shaft , bitch
and start sucking on the head of my cock."

I slide my tongue slowly up and down his hard, fat
shaft a few times, and then I close my wet mouth
around the mushroom shaped head. His cock tastes
bitter, but I don't stop. Instead I swirl my tongue
around the head as I gently suck on him. He release a
deep, guttural groan in approval and them slams my
head downward shoving his cock deep into my throat
cutting off my air. As he holds me in this painful
position, he hits me with another jolt to my cock and
balls. Despite gagging on his cock, I feel mine
getting hard and sensitive. It is terribly humiliating
to become aroused even though I am be used and abused
by another man, but I cannot help it. When he releases
his grip on my head, I pull part of his cock out of my
mouth so that I can take a deep, gasping breath. His
cock is wet and lathered, so it slides easily back
into my mouth as he continues to face fuck me.

When Master James sees that my is hard even though my
balls are being pulled away from my cock by the
humbler and tortured by the electrical current, he
shouts loudly to Master Nick, "This cunt's pathetic
little cock is hard. What a fucking slut we have here.
He likes it rough, so really fuck his mouth hard. And
turn up the current; I want to see him shoot his cum
on this plate so he can eat it for us."
Master Nick gives my cock, balls, and tits the full
current. He lays the unit aside and grabs the sides of
my head. He fucks my mouth driving his cock in an out,
over and over. His fat legs are sweating and his fat
belly crashes into my forehead. Bang! Bang! Even
though my mouth is being fucked unmercifully, I scream
and wiggle my ass trying to shake the leads loose and
escape the pain. Saliva drips from my mouth and tears
well up in my eyes. I scream and coke but the rape
continues. Master Nick grunts and groans as his meaty
hands hold my heads while his cock hits the back of my
throat. "You fuckin' little slut; your mouth is going
to make me cum! OH! OH! Get ready CUNT! Here it comes.
Ahhhhh!"

Globs of thick, hot, salty cum fills my mouth.
"SWALLOW, CUNT! SWALLOW! There is nothing I can do but
swallow. He holds my head tightly and pounds his cock
down my throat. He continues to fuck my mouth until
his spasms slow; He holds his throbbing cock in my
mouth as I breathe through my nose until he releases
me. Flopping back in his chair, he breathes heavily; I
drop to all fours panting just as hard. Then he
realizes that in all the fucking frenzy the unit was
somehow shut off. "Wait a fucking minute CUNT; you got
off easy. Put you hands behind your back and look up
at me. When I do, he powers up the unit again, and
sends the current through my body. I cry out in pain,
but hold my position. It doesn't take long until my
cock his hard and throbbing. I am helpless to stop
him, and suddenly I can feel myself about to climax. I
begin to mutter, "Ahhhhh!  Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!"  Master
James quickly grabs a plate aims the end of my cock
towards it target. Then my tortured cock shoots!  Cums
squirts from the tip and onto the plate, five, six,
seven times. Then, just a drip. Master Nick grabs my
head, shoves it to the plate and says, "Eat, slut!"

As I reluctantly lick up and swallow my own cum, I
wonder what else can happen. How else will these two
use me before Master Eric returns? All I have done for
Master James so far was lick his balls. What will he
make me do?

To be continue...

This story has been a long journey through my
imagination, and it will continue for as long as I get
new ideas or inspirations. I am always open to new
ideas and comments from reader. Some of you have
written to me on more than one occasion, and I do
appreciate that. As I have said before, I have never
experienced any of these things; I can't be sure if I
am gay, straight or bisexual. My writings depict male
on male sex, but I cannot be sure how I would react to
an encounter with another male. I have said that I am
a submissive, but I only think I am or have feelings
that I am because I lack real experience. This kind of
writing excites me, and I have had countless orgasms
writing and reading, but that's all. Maybe someday
I'll find out. Until next time, read on! John