Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2006 18:19:44 -0300 From: Maritime Sub Subject: Construction Workers' Slave - Part 4 I was made to get up on the big, rough, wooden table on my back. Kyle and Brad tied me to the four corners by my wrists and ankles as instructed by Stoner, pulling the restraints tight so I was stretched and completely immobile. Then Stoner took a length of rawhide cord, tied one end behind the head of my cock which just would not go down,then looped the free end over a bar directly up from my middle and pulled until my cock was stretched straight up and tied it off. He then picked up the crop and instructed Kyle and Brad to light the candles. "Start here" he suggested tracing the tip of the crop over my chest, then stomach "and finish with this" sliding it over my aching balls and up my helplessly bound cock. "When you have him good and coated, I'll introduce him to my wax remover" He was laughing as he swished the crop in mid air, making a whistling sound. All three were still naked and sporting huge erections purposly letting me know how much they were looking forward to this. Then, with Brad standing to my left and Kyle to my right looking down at me tied helpless before them, they held out the now lit candles. They were smiling as they slowly tipped them over allowing the hot wax to drip down onto my exposed chest. I couldn't believe hot hot it was and I let out a scream, but they continued until my chest was completely covered with the slowly cooling wax, taunting me as I screamed and moaned. They continued down over my stomach with the burning wax until it too was covered. I was thrashing at the ropes holding me immobile but it was in vain as they next moved to my upper thighs dripping yet more of the searing hot wax from my knees to my crotch. "Now for the best part" sneered Kyle as they both held the candles over my still hard and bound cock. I screamed again as the wax landed on the very tip and ran down it's entire length, then again as the began coating my hairless balls. Finally the agonizing torture ended. I could only look down at my torso, cock and thighs to see they were now completely covered with the hardening wax. "Too bad we shaved you, bitch boy. It would have been real fun using this to rip your hair out, especially that blonde bush of yours" taunted Kyle. That's when Stoner stepped forward to the head of the table. When I looked back up at him all I could see was his hairy balls and rock hard cock just above my face. He was still holding the riding crop in his right hand. He started tapping the tip on various areas of my wax covered torso, checking to make sure the wax had hardened. "By the way, little piggy" he said to me. "This is my wax remover" Kyle and Brad began laughing as I now realized what Stoner was about to do to me. Every blow came down hard and he did not let up until every scrap of the wax was crumpled. He then used the crop to brush away the wax fragments. My cock had gone soft and I was forced to lift my ass off the table to keep the cord tied to it from being pulled and suspending me by my own cock. "Next time you suck my cock you'll do it properly, won't you pretty boy" asked Stoner. "Yes Sir" was my meek reply. He then had Brad and Kyle release me from the table. He immediately ordered me to get on the floor on my hands and knees. He still had the riding crop but he was rubbing some sort of lube onto the handle end. He made me crawl to him. When I reached him he ordered me to face away from him, and that's when I felt something touching my anal opening. I realized was shoving the handle end of the crop into my asshole. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable and humiliating. "Start crawling, puppy dog" Stoner commanded. I obeyed, crawing on all fours with this crop sticking out of my ass in front of my three naked tormentors as they laughed and hooted all the way back into the house. They made me wiggle my ass so that my protruding 'tail' wagged. I knew I was facing more sexual servitude and by the time we reached the living room my own cock was betraying me again. Once inside they made me crawl around the room over and over wiggling my ass to wag the crop like I was a dog. Stoner decided he wasn't quite ready for me yet and invited Kyle and Brad to have their fun with me while he watched and waited. Kyle used me first, ordering me to crawl to him. He made me lick his feet and beg for the privilege of using my mouth on his cock. Permission was granted and he made me get up into a kneeling position in front of him. The crop was still sticking out from my ass as I obeyed his command to run my tongue all over his balls and hard leaking cock before taking him into my mouth and slavishly sucking him to orgasm. "Still call yourself straight do you, doggy?" he smirked, "then how do you explain that hard cock of yours?" I had no answer. How could I tell them that I was getting off on being dominated and used by them? I had barely swallowed his cum when Brad grabbed my hair and forced my face into his crotch. "Start sucking, doggy" he commanded me. He must have been really turned on because he shot his load down my throat in less than a minute. Now it was Stoner's turn again. He was sitting in a lounge chair, naked, erect. He made me crawl around the room, taunting me about what a cute little puppy I was, until I was directly in front of him. "I'm giving you a choice puppy dog" he taunted "up that tight little ass of yours or in your mouth with my cock" I knew that there was no way I could take that monster thing up the ass, he would split me in two so I begged him to please let me use my mouth, promising to do better this time. He made me run my tongue up and down it's length before ordering me to open my mouth. Again, I could barely fit it into my mouth, but I managed to please him enough to make him cum. This time he did not pull out and I had to swallow every drop. He even made me thank him after. I was forced to service each of them again with my tongue and mouth before they decided to call it a night. After Stoner left, Brad and Kyle made me crawl to the spare bedroom before suddenly yanking out the crop. They tied me to the four corners, face up, telling me they had to make sure I didn't jerk myself off during the night,leaving me high and dry and helpless, unable to do anything to relieve myself while thinking about what they had in sore for me tomorrow.