Date: Sat, 29 Feb 2020 16:06:44 +0000 From: A Porter Subject: Rods Of Redemption - Part 2 This story is a work of fiction. If material describing sex between men and teenage boys is illegal in your country, then read no further. Nifty is a free resource, but it does require money to stay on the Internet. Therefore, please consider donating to Nifty at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth / interracial: oral anal, M+/t+ - - - The summer holidays were about to begin, so I had no school for six weeks. Pastor Gyan told my mom and dad that I would be staying at his house during the holidays, and that I would be his naked "akoa" [houseboy/servant/slave]. "Your duties include keeping the house clean, keeping the garden neat and tidy, and keeping my guests entertained," he said, as I stripped off in front of him. "You are now a general dogsbody, so you must obey your elders and betters without question." He then walked over to where I was standing, placed his hand on my arse and squeezed my left arse-cheek. "Nice and firm," he said. "That's good. Now collect up your clothes and put them in that bag over there. You won't be seeing them for a while." I did as I was told, and then returned to stand in front of the pastor. He tied my ball-sac up with cord, and stretched it real hard. He then tied my hands behind my back with more black cord. "Spread your legs and bend over, boy," he ordered. "We have work to do." He stripped naked and pushed his cock into my mouth. I gagged, and thought that I would choke on the nine-inch stem. "Good boy," he said. "Now breathe through your nose and suck hard on my rod." I was forced to shuffled back as the coal-black rod continued to fuck my mouth; and as it did so, the pastor began to pray for my salvation. "...our sins. Amen," he said. "Satan is a crafty fellow. He knows we both enjoy this mouth-watering ritual. Therefore, he will not show himself until we are tempted to follow him into the abyss .... I must try something else." He withdrew his cock from my mouth and picked up a cane. He then tapped my arse-cheeks with the cane, in order to guide me towards the table. I shuffled over to the table and rested my chest on the red tablecloth. "Stay still, boy," he ordered. "I know the cane never works on you, but we must try something." The tip of the cane tapped my tightly bound ball-sac. I shuddered in response, and grit my teeth. "Good boy. Now don't move." The cane came down on my arse-cheeks with a hefty thwack. I winced and sucked in a long, deep breath. The cane struck me five more times as the pastor listened for profanity. He knew I liked being caned, and he knew I would curse and swear to get an extra stroke or two. This made him angry, so he would cut a beating short if he heard anything untoward. Daniel and the others fell for my trick every time, so the pastor decided to put a block on them caning my arse. "Nice and red," he said, as he put the cane down. "But still no sign of Satan." The cord around my ball-sac was carefully removed, and then my cock was gently caressed. My cock was always ready to be stimulated by the pastor's skillful touch. It quickly stiffened as the man stroked my throbbing length. "Thank you, sir," I murmured. "I'm so grateful." The cord around my wrists was untied and removed. I was then ordered to stand up straight. Satan was quickly forgotten as we played for almost an hour, and managed to work our way through half a dozen sex toys. We both liked anal toys, so at one point we were both linked together by a long, double-headed dildo. After that, the pastor began to get really excited. He worked on my arsehole with a dildo, then plugged up my "gateway to heaven" with a large butt-plug. Some ten minutes later, I was hog-tied in front of the sofa, with my wrists and ankles bound together by black rope. The butt-plug in my arsehole was then turned, as if it was a timer on an old electric cooker. The pastor then told me a story of white hunters being captured by the Ashanti and tortured and raped, and then covered in mud and baked over an open fire. It was then that the living-room door swung open and in walked two black men. I went into a panic as the two naked strangers came towards me. They were both big and burly, and very well endowed. "He looks mighty tasty," said stranger one. "And very, very pink .... Almost pig pink." "All he needs is an apple in his mouth," said stranger two, laughing. I looked up at the pastor in horror, but he just ruffled my hair and tweaked my nose. "He's got the Devil in him," said the pastor. "I've tried my best, but Old Nick refuses to budge." Danso and Samson untied me with firm, muscular hands. They were keen to grope me all over, and were far more assertive than the pastor. I nearly swore when Danso pulled out the butt-plug. "He's nice and skinny," said Samson, "and so-o-o pinky white!" "And look at that lovely cock and hairless ball-bag," added Danso, as he pulled me to my feet and pushed me towards the back of the sofa. "Bend over the sofa, pinky. I'm going to fuck your brains out." The two-seater sofa stood well away from any wall, so it was the perfect support for what Danso had in mind. I spread my legs and bent over the back of the sofa, resting my hands on the seat cushions to keep my torso up in the air. Thankfully, the butt-plug and dildos had opened me up enough to take on Danso's thick length. However, it was still a struggle to accommodate the man's nine- to ten-inch stem. Samson held my head and guided his eight-inch cock into my open mouth. Both men had thick, uncut cocks, so I had a lot of hard-standing meat to satisfy that day. "Hold him firm, Sam," said Danso. "Let's spit-roast the little tyke and give him a poke to remember. He won't be forgetting us in a hurry." Danso was clearly loving the fuck, and was power-fucking my arse like a crazy man. Meanwhile, the pastor was trying to keep the sofa from moving around the room. "Curve your back, boy!" snapped Danso. "Keep it down for fuck's sake!" "Mind your language, my son," rebuked the pastor. "Don't encourage the evil one. One slip and we could all be lost." I felt Danso's hand on the small of my back, so I did my best to curve my spine. His cock was really to blame - every time it thrust forward, my back tried to straighten up, which upset his rhythm. "Curve your back, little one," said Samson, as he tugged on my ears. "Straighten your arms and curve your back." I tried to straighten my arms, but that wasn't enough to keep the peace. The solution came when Danso and Samson pushed forward and closed the gap between them. My upper body had to curve downward to fit into the space between the two men. "That's it, pinky," said Danso. "Keep that back curved." I was grunting and groaning when the seed began to flow. Danso was the first to climax, as he squeezed my hips and flooded my inner sanctum with his spunk. I lost control next and released my load, completely hands free. Then Samson grabbed my hair, withdrew his cock from my aching mouth, and coated my sweaty face with his seed. The two men praised my fortitude as Danso slapped my arse-cheeks. Then, instead of letting me stand up, Samson grabbed my arms and pulled me forward, so that I was dragged over the back of the sofa and onto the leather seat cushions. My limbs were twisted and turned as the two men placed my body in an uncomfortable pike position, with Samson holding my ankles and wrists tightly together. The spunk on my face began to dry, and the weight of the pastor on my piked-up body made me cry out and whimper. He fucked me like a man possessed, and was clearly enjoying every minute of it. "Can we hang him up afterwards?" asked Samson. "Upside down, like we do with randy Russell." "We could take him out the back," suggested Danso, "and hang him up in the garage. We have all the gear out there." The pastor just grunted as he continued to power-fuck my arse like a crazy man. - - - Some thirty minutes later, after a thorough wash-down, I was led out of the house and into the garage by Danso and Samson. The two-car garage backed onto the pastor's well-kept garden, and a wooden door gave access to both garage and garden. There were no other properties in the area, so we could walk naked in the garden without being seen. A sturdy wooden frame hung in the centre of the near-empty garage. It was some six-foot square and hung from the roof beams by chains attached to an electric hoist. "Bring the frame right down to the floor, Sam," said Danso. "I'll get the canes and cuffs." I didn't say a word as the men stretched me out and secured my wrists and ankles to the frame. I lay on the cold, concrete floor, waiting to be raised in the air upside down. The leather straps around my wrists and ankles had clearly been designed to hold me in place without inflicting any real damage to my body. The frame must have held dozens of men and boys over the years, and now I was being held in the very same way. "Pull on those cuffs, Gavin," said Danso, as the frame began to rise, "and make yourself nice and comfortable." "Your arse is about to be tenderized by your elders and betters," said Samson. "So do you want a rubber bit-gag to bite on?" I shook my head as the hoist raised my body into the air. "I like being caned," I said. "So tenderize away." Samson laughed as he whooshed his cane through the air. My plucky arrogance soon disappeared when the men began to work on my suspended body. A deafening cacophony of screams could be heard in and around the garage as the canes came down on my rosy-red arse-cheeks. "Tenderize away, he said," laughed Danso. "And now he's wailing like a banshee." "Wait until he feels the whip on his back and the crop on his cock," said Samson. "He won't be so cocky then." Samson was winding me up, but I didn't know that at the time. I pleaded for a respite, and begged for mercy. This was clearly a mistake, because the canes came down on my arse again. The calamine lotion helped, but still my arse-cheeks were burning bright from the painful onslaught. "Nice and red," said Danso. "What a great looking arse!" "All tied up, with a cock at a suckable height," said Samson. "Let's work on his cock-head and leave his tail to recover for a while." The beating stopped and the cock-sucking began. I was dizzy with disorientation, but still keen to carry on. I truly liked being roughed up by these burly black men. "That's it, boy," said Danso. "You just relax and let us do all the work. We haven't finished with your arse yet, but you'll be the right way up when we do cane it again." "So stiffen up, boy," said Samson, "and get ready to be pleasured by your new friends." I ached all over, and felt a little faint. My arse was still on fire, but my cock was revelling in the attention it was now receiving.