Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2023 13:33:05 +0000 From: Andy Walden Subject: Record Shop Gang-bang-4 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / Interracial: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Record Shop Gang-bang - Part 4 "Well, hi there, boy. Welcome back to the land of the living," Roland said, with a broad smile on his face. "Looks like you had a little nap while I drove you out of town. Now, in a minute or two you're gonna be released and told to leave the van. But before that happens, I need to collar you up." Roland reached into a cardboard box and brought out something wrapped in tissue paper; it took me a few seconds to realise that the man was holding up a black leather collar with a metal D-ring attached. The heavy leather band was almost three inches wide and had a small plastic box fitted directly opposite the D-ring. "Now pay attention, boy," Roland continued. "You're going to learn a lot of new things while you're being trained, and sometimes you might have trouble following our instructions. This gadget is just like the shock collars they use to train police dogs, but the voltage is set a little higher." I was too weak to move while Roland removed the gag and fitted the collar around my neck. A small padlock secured the collar; and as it did so, I felt two metal studs press against the back of my neck as the padlock clicked shut. "You know those stun guns they use on cattle," Devon said, as Roland snapped a short chain leash to the D-ring. "Well, your collar is just like that ... except it's activated by a remote control unit. So, if you need to be put in your place, we can zap you from afar. I'm sure you won't have any problems following orders, but the zapper will make sure of it." While Devon clipped the control unit to his belt, Roland untied the ropes holding me securely in place. I slowly pulled my numb legs together and rubbed my arms, so as to get the blood flowing again. My wrists and ankles were now chafed and sore from all the jerking and twisting against the ropes. "Now once you've found your feet," Roland said, "we'll all go inside and get you settled in." As I licked my dry lips and rubbed my hands, Devon leaned forward and kissed me fully on the mouth, sliding a long, wet tongue between my stinging lips. Instinctively, I began raising my hands, but the big man simply grabbed my wrists and held them down. "Not a good idea, boy," Roland snapped. "We own your ass, and we do have the zapper. So let Devon give you a nice, romantic kiss." I stopped resisting when Devon let go of my wrists to continue the passionate French kiss; his hands roaming all over my upper body, and moving down to squeeze my pert, round buttocks. When Devon finally pulled his tongue out of my mouth, he was breathing hard. "That was lush. Real lush," the black man cooed, as he took hold of the chain that dangled from my collar. "Let's all go into the house and make ourselves more comfortable, okay?" I didn't say a word, but stepped out of the van behind Devon, trying to keep some slack in the length of silver twist-chain. I was amazed to see the sun in the sky when we left the van, I blinked and squinted to compensate for the bright morning glare. Roland must have driven all night, so where the hell was this place? The van was parked near a large frame house, somewhere out in open countryside, and I couldn't see any other houses around. A gravel driveway stretched off to a stand of tall, evergreen trees; and dense bushes blocked the edges of the acreage surrounding the house. There was a huge barn, with chain-link fencing set back, behind it. I began shaking as I heard multiple, deep-throated barks coming from the barn's direction. I turned back to where Roland was sliding the cargo door shut, the lettering on the side of the van read: Welbeck Farm - Stud & Boarding Kennels. "Okay, guys," I pleaded. "Why did you bring me out here? Please, please let me go. You can't just drag me away like this, I want to go home. I promise not to tell a soul about what happened last night. So please let me go." "Sorry, boy," Roland said. "I think you really need to stay with us for a while. You look exhausted and out of salts, so you need to rest up here for a long, long time." "Yes," Devon added. "You can't leave now. I couldn't bear to see that cute butt of yours go unfucked. And then there're all the horny dogs to think about; there are so many things you have to learn about taking care of our dogs. After all, this is a stud kennel, you know." "I don't care," I whimpered. "I don't want to stay here. I don't know anything about dogs, or ken..." "Don't you worry about that, boy," interrupted Roland. "We're going to teach you a whole lot about dogs, and I just know you won't want to leave when you find out how well they can take care of your ass. Now get that sweet, little ass inside the house." Devon gave a brief tug on the leash as I was told to "walk on." I trailed along behind the two men, wincing and stepping carefully as the sharp gravel shifted under my bare feet. "Please tell me what's going on here?" I begged, as Devon unlocked the front door. "What kind of place is this, and why did you bring me here?" "Okay," Devon replied. "I'll tell you exactly what's going on here. We're gonna pimp you out to some pretty horny dogs." "And they're gonna hump your ass in front of their very kinky owners," Roland added. "Bitch Boy is gonna be fucked up hills and down dales. And he's gonna suck canine cock and love every minute of it. Or else!" The two men burst into laughter as I was dragged into the house by a sharp pull on the leash. Devon and Roland were two bully-boy brutes. They were no winners in the looks department, but they weren't ugly. Devon was in his mid-30s and Roland was a twenty-something, with a bald head. They both oozed menace, so I wasn't going to cross them. "Our dogs just love to fuck boys like you," Devon said. "And we need a steady supply of bum-boys to keep them happy, so that's where you come in." "We nab them from Lloyd's place." Roland said. "We have an eye for wimps, so they all bend over rather quickly. In fact, we have one of them in the paddocks at the moment. I think he's in with Devil and Rocco. I felt physically sick as Roland's words sank in; I kept looking from man to man, hoping that they were joking. The two men looked back at me, stony-faced. I now recalled Devon's voice in the darkness of the van, encouraging Caesar to "suck him dry, boy." I was to become a dog's whore, a canine cock-sucker. Tears filled my eyes as I hung my head, sobbing. I barely felt Devon's hand stroking my left shoulder and upper back. "Take it easy, Bitch Boy," Devon whispered. "Roland and I will be fucking you as well, so it's not all bad news." "Now, that's got to make you feel better," Roland said. "A dog is all wham, bam, thank you ma'am. And then he knots up inside you for ages, and that ain't cool. Whereas, Devon will stretch your ass-cheeks to the max with his eight-inch stem and sweat you for hours. So, I'm gonna be your best bet. My seven-inch stem will fuck your brains out, but I won't take all day doing it." Numb with horror, I went into submissive shock as the two men began toying with my cock, ball-sac and ass. I shivered when the chain leash slid over my skin, and again when Devon stroked my rock-hard nipples. The big man's caress raised goose bumps across my chest, prompting Roland to chuckle as he began fingering my asshole. "We need to shave his ball-bag and ass-crack, Dev," Roland said. "He'll look a whole lot younger on film, with no pubes." "Yep, I agree," Devon replied. Both men laughed as they continued to grope, pinch and probe their new slave. I was now their compliant sex pet. I had no rights, no say, and no escape. I was like the four naked boys in the paddocks, with the dogs. None of the boys were older than 18, and all were reluctant film stars - one of the dog owners was a commercial film director, so 'Down On All-Fours' had been created to cater for the more discerning dog lover. The boys had been seen sucking canine cock in 'Dog & Bone' and 'Hot Dog'. They had also been mounted and fucked in 'Down Boy' and 'Hot Dog II - The Floorshow'. The barn had been the setting for all four films, and each boy had been 'encouraged' to appear alongside three dogs. A gang of ruffians kept the boys hard at it during the 40-minute films, and Hebdon, the film director, enjoyed showing the men bullying the boys to the max. "We're gonna make you bend over for the dogs, boy," Roland said. "In front of a movie camera." "No!" I said. "Please don't make me do that. Please, please don't..." "You do as we say," Devon said, dropping his right hand to his side and pressing the zap button on the remote control unit. "Or else!" My body juddered as a shockwave sizzled down my back and legs; I hadn't even sensed Devon's move. The instantaneous jolt knocked me to the floor and was over before I hit the carpet. It was like being blown apart in the blink of an eye; one second I was about to say something, the next I was lying on the floor crying and twitching uncontrollably. I couldn't even tell if I was actually hurt, the feeling was too intense. It felt like I was completely numb, and yet I was tingling all over. My arms and legs trembled and jerked as I tried to get up on my hands and knees. "Take it easy, boy," Roland said. "Just stay there for a few minutes, and then try to stand up. The first zap is always a bummer, especially when you're not expecting it." In spite of my disgust for the two men, I knew I had to comply with their wishes, no matter how base they were. I had to stay in one piece. Both men were capable of knocking me into the next county, with just one blow. So, I was determined to become their creature; their bitch boy; their sex slave. "So, we need to make a decision, Roland," Devon said. "We can dress him up in black lace and keep him in the house as a maid; or we can hang him up in the barn and whip his pretty ass; or we can put him in a paddock with the other boys. What's it gonna be?" "Housemaid, whipping boy, or bitch boy. Fuck! That's a tough choice."