Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2018 16:36:07 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Rock 'n' Roll Party - Part 2

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Rock 'n' Roll Party - Part 2

The next day, I was still chained to the wall in the basement. There was a
heater on, but it only managed to take the chill off the brick and concrete
room. Sleeping in the nude, on a concrete floor, didn't make me very
happy. I cursed my luck, but knew that it was all my own fault. Drugs had
brought Dunk and Reece to this dark place; but in my case, it was a kink in
my hormones that had led me astray.

When the lights came on, Jack and Tom came down the stairs with a Mr. Drax.

It took the man some twenty minutes to set up his tripod and camera. Drax
wanted to make Noah an Internet sensation, but he needed more light. The
three men kept coming and going with photofloods, tripods and extension
cables for almost an hour.

Drax liked the look of the three stooges chained to the wall, but Noah was
the boy he wanted first.

'It's fucking bright in here, Brian,' said Tom, when the photofloods came
on. 'It might spook the dogs.'

'Nah,' said Jack. 'Rock 'n' Roll are use to appearing in front of Brian's
camera. They're old hands at it.'

'Remember that kid they fucked last year,' said Brian, laughing. 'He didn't
like dog dick at all, the poor sod.'

'He liked the money and drugs though,' said Jack. 'He's being fucked by
that dodgy politician at the moment.'

'He's still number one on the site,' said Brian. 'They really like all that
wimpy screaming.'

Sleepily, Noah came down the stairs with Rock 'n' Roll behind him. The
naked teenager looked more like an innocent twelve-year-old. His tiny cock
certainly helped convey that impression; only his blue hair spoilt the
'butter wouldn't melt in his mouth' look.

'Who's that good-looking boy?' asked Brian, cheerfully. 'Is he the boy of
my dreams?'

Noah smiled as Roll's claws dug into his back and brought him down to a
fuckable level on the floor. The two dogs began to lick the boy's body all
over as they readied themselves for the first scene.

'Please lift your right leg, boy,' said Brian. 'Let's see those wet noses
root out your balls .... And then let those warm and wet tongues slobber
your tiny dick.'

Within seconds, Noah's cock was rock-hard and liking all the attention it
was receiving from the two dogs. I so wanted to be Noah at that precise
moment in time. He looked at me and smirked in triumph. He was so full of
himself, the little shit.

As I watched, fascinated, Rock opened his mouth and swallowed Noah's stem,
forcing Roll to step aside and slobber the boy's face. If the dog had a
mind, he could easily turn Noah into a eunuch. This thought made me smile
as I stroked away at my hard-standing cock.

Only when the dog was thoroughly satisfied, and the youngster couldn't take
anymore, did Rock finally give way to Roll. I watched the second dog slide
his muzzle down the boy's belly, until his twitching nose found Noah's
hairless crotch. Noah let out an almighty cry of joy as his pencil-thin
stem disappeared into the dog's mouth.

'Damn!' said Brian. 'I'm really getting off on this scene. The boy's so-o-o
fucking good at this stuff.'

'Oh, shit!' I yelled. 'I'm... Aaaarrrrggh!'

My cock-head flared as jets of spunk flew through the air. The loathsome
little oik had made me shed my load. He would be so proud of himself right
now. And as for me, I was hoping I still had something in reserve. If I was
dry when the boy was being bred, I would be so annoyed.

Still reeling from my climax, I watched Roll release Noah's cock and nudge
him in the balls. The dog clearly wanted his bitch to be up on all-fours
and ready for a good seeing-to. More of my spunk flew through the air as I
tried to stem the flow. My cock was still rock-hard and reluctant to take a
respite. Meanwhile, Noah was petting the two dogs and getting them ready
for the next scene.

Rock growled deeply, and pushed Roll aside as Noah's arse-cheeks came into
view. The boy was now up on all-fours and waiting to be fucked. Roll
growled and barked, and then looked at Jack.

'They both want first dibs on his arse,' said Tom. 'So who will it be,
Jack?'

'Rock! Go play with the boys,' ordered Jack. 'Roll! Hump blue-boy's arse.'

Dunk and Reece had sucked off the dogs many times, so Rock didn't mind
playing second fiddle to Roll. The two rent boys had the Rottweiler on his
back in no time at all. And as a double act, they knew all the right
buttons to press. Rock's cock was being licked into shape by two expert
tongues.

Meanwhile, Roll's cock was being guided into Noah's inner sanctum, and the
boy was just loving it.

'That's it, Tom,' said Brian. 'Step away now .... And keep your face
averted.'

I didn't know which way to look. Noah was getting hammered under the
lights, and Rock was getting tongued behind the camera. The two dogs were
so lucky - their owner had introduced them to so many youngsters over the
years, and Brian had made them superstars on his website. And the two men
had made a fortune out of the gullible, the greedy, and the
horny. Unfortunately, both men couldn't hang on to the money they
made. Jack was a compulsive gambler and Brian was an incurable spendthrift.

'Power-fuck that arse, boy,' said Brian. 'Make him groan, make him sweat.'

The dog clearly didn't need any encouragement; he knew exactly how to screw
a youngster's arse.

* * *

Some three weeks later, Turbo was put in a van and sent up north. Jack was
running out of money again, so I was put in the same van as part of a
lease-lend deal with Turbo's new owner.

I sat in the back of the van, naked and cold, and wished I had never let
Mr. Wilson, my neighbour, talk me into playing with his dog. The sly old
fox knew how to get a horny youngster like me naked. His collection of
kinky porn had me down and dirty with Duke in no time at all - I was a real
sucker for hard-cock stories.

* * *

'Stand in the middle of the room, bitch-boy,' ordered Master K, 'and don't
move.'

He was behind me, but I could feel him scrutinizing my naked body. Silently
he walked up behind me.

'Fucking great body you have there, bitch,' he said. 'And now it's all mine
for a few months. Isn't that so, slave?'

'Yes, sir.'

'I'm going to begin by examining your skinny, compliant body. Then I'm
going to punish you for being so pretty. Six strokes across the arse should
do the trick. Next, I'm going to play with your cock and ball-sac for a
long time.'

His hand gently trailed down my back. I shivered with excitement from his
touch. He then cupped my arse-cheeks, clearly enjoying the feel of my naked
body.

'Bend over, slave.'

He inspected my hole, running his finger over my anus. Then, without
warning, and without any preparation, he rammed a finger into my
arsehole. I cried out in pain and shock.

'Good and tight. Excellent,' he said.

Suddenly, the finger was withdrawn as swiftly as it had been pushed in.

'Stand upright, slave.'

I stood up, and immediately the probing finger was held under my nose and
in front of my mouth – I knew what I was supposed to do, and so sucked
it into my mouth. I could taste my arse as I cleaned it off - good job Jack
had given me a nice hot bath before handing me over and leaving.

Whilst he stood directly behind me, his hands explored the front of my
body. His fingertips ran over my chest and belly with the gentlest of
touches. They played with my nipples for a minute or so; then suddenly,
they pinched my nips savagely. A short, fierce twist made me move back into
his body – I could feel his body heat through his shirt.

'Nice reaction, bitch,' he said. 'But didn't I tell you not to move?'

'Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.'

His hands released my nipples and three hard slaps to my arse quickly
followed. Then he walked round to the front of me.

'Fucking sweet,' he said. 'And to think that this trim body now belongs to
me.'

I knew I had a good body. Brian had said it was superb, and so-o-o
photogenic. Everything was there for a horny boy-lover to play with.

His hand traced around my cock, as it twitched in its rock-hard state.

'You seem to like that, bitch.'

He weighed my balls in his hand, then began to squeeze them .... tighter
and tighter. The feeling changed from a gentle caress to a painful
clench. Part of me wondered what on earth was going on, but then I knew I
was hornier than ever and I was loving it, a tad too much.

He let go, and hit my ball-sac six times with his hand. He then punched me
really hard, which made me doubled over in pain.

'Stay still, slave!' he snapped, 'or I'll have to give you a few more
slaps.'

As I pulled up straight again, I noticing that he was rubbing his bulge
– Master K was really getting turned on by this training session
.... but then, so was I.

He walked round me several times, ogling my compliant body. I was totally
exposed, and he loved it. Then he stood behind me again, pulled my body
against his, and began to kiss my neck – I was in heaven.

I moaned involuntarily, and my body squirmed in his arms. After a while he
released me, and came to stand in front of me.

'You're so pretty, slave. A real treasure.'

He gently took hold of my head and began to kiss my lips. At first, a
couple of pecks, but soon he was French-kissing me with a real passion. He
then stood back and smiled.

'Well, that was a pretty good start,' he said. 'Don't you think so, bitch?'

'Yes, sir. Amazing!'

'That cock of yours looks like it's right on the edge, and about to shoot
its load. That's not allowed until I've finished the examination, so you
must curb your lusty urges.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Jack has done a fine job,' he said. 'You are so polite and submissive. A
real treasure.'

'Thank you, sir. My Pup-Master likes to keep his bitch-boys in check with a
long, supple cane.'

'Right,' he continued. 'Let's get on. Whenever I'm not using you as a
slave, you kneel on the floor. Knees wide apart to make access to your
ball-sac easier. Hands behind your back.'

I quickly assumed the described position.

'If I say, "Inspection", adopt the same position; but with hands on your
head. Right, "Inspection".'

My hands went up, and a swift kick to my ball-sac was my reward.

'Looking good, bitch.'

He walked over to the bed and picked up a cane.

'Now, six strokes across the arse-cheeks should do it. So stand up and bend
over, hands on your knees.'

The cane came down hard on my right arse-cheek, then my left arse-cheek,
then my right, then... I wasn't counting, all I knew was that he was making
a point: I was way too pretty for my own good.

'Why am I punishing you, bitch-boy?'

'For being so pretty, sir.'

'Good boy,' he said. 'Your arse is looking nice and red now. Jack would be
so proud.'

I was panting, my heart was racing. I'd never been in such a horny position
before - most teenagers would hate being caned in the nude like this. But
not me, I loved being used and abused by powerful dogs and powerful men.

Without warning, the cane hit my sore arse again.

'One extra for luck,' he said. 'Now stand up and thank me, bitch.'

'Thank you, sir.'

'Good, boy.' he said, as he made a noise that sounded like a cat
purring. 'Now straighten up.'

He grabbed me, and began to kiss me deeply; his hands caressing my burning
arse-cheeks.

'You took that punishment well, bitch. You know I need to punish you to
make you into a good sex slave.'

'Yes, sir.'

'It looks like you've made a little puddle there, bitch,' he said, pointing
to the floor. 'Your cock has been leaking bodily fluids. So clean it up,
with your tongue only.'

I dropped to the floor and lapped up the liquid. I then went into my
kneeling position; and as I did so, my heels grazed my sore arse and made
me flinch.

'Lie on the bed, slave,' he ordered. 'Flat out, on your back.'

He pulled my arms to the edge of the bed and secured my wrists to leather
cuffs. He did the same to my legs and ankles. I was now spread-eagled,
totally exposed, and totally helpless.

He ran his fingertips gently over my chest. I shuddered as they passed over
me. He played with my nipples, twisting them, pinching them – at first
it was gentle, but then it got harsher and harsher. He then left them alone
suddenly.

'Look at these, bitch-boy.'

He was holding a pair of nipple clamps - Master D had shown them to me
earlier. They had looked scary, but now seeing the teeth up close, I knew
they were gonna hurt.

I let out a squeal as they were attached. My body strained against the
cuffs, but I couldn't move more than a few inches. Master K left them there
for a minute or so, clearly enjoying my discomfort. Then he began to play
with them, twisting and tugging at the link-chain - my pain was clearly
giving him pleasure.

He left the clamps in place and moved on. A riding crop was then used on my
torso. It began, with gentle flicks, to beat me. Up and down it went,
striking my cock and ball-sac, and then the insides of my thighs. Every
single blow made me flinch. My cock was twitching and threatening to shoot
its load.

I was desperate to wank off, but knew that I wasn't going to get that
release. The crop then went up and down my hard-standing stem, with the
cock-head getting lots of attention.

I was now delirious, and had lost all track of time - it felt like I had
been held captive for hours.

'Right, slave,' he said. 'I need you to calm down. I don't want you
shooting your bolt too early.'

He then walked out.

Initially, my mind was awash with horny thoughts, but then I realised that
I was there to please Master K, so that meant getting flaccid again. By the
time he came back in, I had managed to get my cock nice and soft.

* * *

Master K ran his hand over my belly and flaccid cock.

'You're turning into a good slave, Bryce,' he said. 'You really are a
proper submissive, aren't you?'

'Yes, sir. I think so.'

'Right,' he said. 'Let's get you up on all-fours.'

He released the cuffs and helped me to get into position.

'Fucking sweet,' he continued, as he probed my hole a bit. 'Feels good and
tight, boy. When was you last fucked?'

'Three days ago, sir.'

'Well, let's get your arse back in gear. It's going to hurt .... I'm not
going to grease you up. So get ready to be rubbed raw.'

He then pushed in hard. I tried desperately to relax, but still felt the
pain of his cock splitting me open as he went straight in, right to the
hilt. His arms wrapped round me, holding my whole body right up next to
him. Slowly my arse began to get used to the invading stem. Then the
fucking began in earnest. Slowly at first, but always the full length of
his cock; then the pace increased. Soon he was ramming in and out faster
than I could imagine possible.

Suddenly, he pulled out and leapt in front of me. He rammed his cock, fresh
from my arse, down my throat. It was still slick with my arse juices, but
soon I got used to the taste – in fact, I loved it.

Then another change. He threw me onto my back and began fucking me again.

'Do you want this load up your arse, bitch?' he asked.

'Yes, sir.'

The fucking got harder and harder, faster and faster. I could tell he was
getting close, and I could feel his cock swelling up inside me.

His orgasm cascaded through my entire body; and when it subsided, he pulled
out and lay back on the stripped-down bed.

We rested on the bed, with my head against his chest. I felt secure there,
with his arm wrapped round me. We were both exhausted by the training
session, so I must have fallen asleep.

* * *

Master K slapped my arse and woke me up.

'Time to get up, Bryce. We both need a bath.'

I followed him to the bathroom. Unfortunately, our bath was oddly sex
free. We washed each other off, and that was that.

Master K's cock was nice and long, even when flaccid. However, I was only
allowed to kiss it once, as I dried him off. I helped him dress, acting
just like his personal valet. And once he was dressed, he led me out of the
farmhouse, across the yard, and into the barn.

Once inside, I was introduced to three fellow slaves. They were all naked
teenagers, and they were all chained to wooden uprights. Apparently, this
was where the masters kept their dogs and bitch-boy slaves.

A metal collar was fitted around my neck, which had a chain leash
attached. Master K walked off, tugging on the chain, so I had to follow
him. We walked around the yard a couple of times, and then back into the
barn.

I was released from the collar and chained to a wooden upright. Master R
closed the barn doors, while Master D and Master K checked on the slaves
that surrounded me.

Eventually, a bald-headed slave, with the words 'Slave Two' written on his
chest in black ink, was released from his chains.

'Inspection,' snapped Master K.

Slave Two assumed the position in double quick time.

'Right,' said Master D. 'Let's lubed him up properly.'

'Look, his little dick is nice and stiff,' said Master R.

'He's just beggin' for it,' said Master K.

'Of course he wants it,' said Master D, laughing. 'He's a dyed-in-the-wool
bitch-boy.'

I heard a growl and a bark from behind me, and then a couple of small
whines.

'We don't want his back scratched up,' said Master R. 'So I've put socks on
Scout's paws.'

I saw something being sprinkled over Slave Two's arse-cheeks, and as I
shivered and gawped, Scout's tongue began licking its way round the slave's
arsehole. I tried to move my head, just to see what was happening, but
Master D stepped into my line of sight.

When Master D stepped aside, the Rottweiler had his nose buried between the
boy's arse-cheeks. I discovered later that sugar had been sprinkled over
Slave Two's arse, which encouraged the dog to rim him. Scout pressed his
long tongue against Slave Two's anus. The boy's body visibly shook when the
tongue touched the underside of his ball-sac and caught the tip of his
uncut cock.

'Fucking hell!' he yelled.

It was then that the dog headbutted Slave Two's arse a couple of times,
before mounting him. I was expecting the boy to balk and shout out, but he
didn't say a word.

Scout began to fuck the boy with gusto, as each thrust prompted a low moan
from the bald-headed slave. My cock, now fully erect, began to jump around
in sync with the dog's humping. Suddenly, the dog let out a loud growl as
the boy began yelling.

'Scout's cock is trying to knot him,' said Master R.

The boy cried out in pain, and tried to get away from his canine lover.

'Oh, that looks so fucking sweet,' said Master K.

Clearly the boy was trying to cope with the pain as the knot stretched his
anus. I couldn't help but throw my head back as my untouched cock released
a flood of spunk. It seemed like it would never end, but of course it did.

Scout's cock remained knotted inside Slave Two, despite all efforts to pull
it out. I guess his arsehole was just too tight, so they remained coupled
for a good ten minutes. Finally, the dog managed to extricate himself from
his bitch-boy, which made Slave Two extremely happy.

'Okay everyone,' boomed Master D. 'The show's over for now. Slave Two needs
to rest up for an hour or so. Master R's going to be with us all week, and
he's got two more dogs in his van. So there'll be lots more shows to see.'

I looked around and saw that Slave One and Slave Three were looking at me.

'You'll be next, newbie,' said Slave Three.

'Yep,' said Slave One. 'You're nice and fresh, and Rottweilers like fresh
meat.'

'Silence!' snapped Master K. 'Maybe the three of you should line up in a
row and let Scout pick the arse he likes best. Now that would be worth
seeing.'

Scout's cock did look mighty awesome, and very suckable, so maybe I should
ask to go next. After all, I was addicted to being used and abused by
powerful dogs and powerful men.