By Bikermike

It was my own fault; I should never have contacted them on Recon in the first place.

My life is now one of abject slavery, a pain-slave to three lads, the oldest of which is twelve years my junior.

I have to report to them every weekend and undergo degradation, torture and humiliation for the full forty-eight hours. I am forced to do this through blackmail. However, there is always a frisson of enjoyment on my part: I’ve always fantasised about being a slave, especially to younger men.

Each Friday I turn up at their house and once let in I have to strip naked. The oldest gives me my ‘uniform,’ which consists of a tight butt-plug, which he inserts brutally; a steel collar, a ball and chain attached to my right ankle and a heavy steel ball-stretcher or a scrotum shackle.

I am then forced to fellate each of them in turn: failure to please results in a flogging across my arse or back, the number of lashes depending upon the whim of the flogger.

It’s appropriate that I describe here how I got into this predicament in the first place.

I responded to “Scallylad3zz” on Recon; who described himself as nineteen years of age, gym fit, 50:50 active/passive with own playroom. His photo really did him justice: he had a six-pack, well-defined pecs, hairy legs, handsome face, cropped hair. I arranged to meet him at his place at eight o’clock on a Friday evening a year or so ago.

He opened the door dressed in tight leather shorts and leather singlet and invited me in. He introduced himself “I’m Steve!” He went on, “Your profile says that you have no problem with group sex. Come and meet my two brothers!”

Alarm bells rang in my head just then. However, my attitude was “Hell! In for a penny, in for a pound!” So, Steve led me through to another room where two young men sat, both dressed only in leather shorts. One of the lads had his hand on the other’s bulge while the other played with the first lad’s nipples. Both had slim, fairly well defined bodies, no doubt kept trim in their school’s gymnasium and playing field.

Steve said, “This is Adam and Carl. They’re both eighteen and twins. C’mon, strip off and let’s have some fun!” With that the twins both pulled down their shorts freeing their erections. Both cocks were circumcised and both were adorned with blond pubic hair, extending to their navels. Steve then undressed, revealing his massive cock: my immediate thought was that he gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘big brother’! His cock, also circumcised, was I suppose twelve inches long and about as thick as a cucumber. He went over and pushed his way between his twin brothers. Taking their cocks in each hand he said “Now, Mike, you strip. Let’s see what you’ve got for us to play with!”

I take pride in my body: I work out three or four times per week in the gym. I’m thirty-one and in the prime of fitness. I have a muscular physique, hairy legs, arms and a fairly hairy chest. Contrary to good medical advice I spend time under the UV lamp so I’m fairly well coloured. I too am circumcised, something that I had done privately. It’s the way I like cocks. Adam said “Fucking hell! What a body!” the three boys got up and came over. Steve started snogging, his tongue penetrating my mouth. Adam (or Carl) stood behind me, fondling my buttocks. Meanwhile Carl (or Adam) stood beside me gently wanking my stiff penis, rubbing the moist slit with his thumb. I had my right hand around Steve’s erection while my left had hold of his right nipple, gently squeezing and tugging.

“Fucking hell!” Steve exclaimed, panting. “What do you want to do?” The perv in me really wanted at that moment for the twins to ‘spit roast’ me while big brother watched, then I would try to let him fuck me with his enormous tool. I got down on the floor on all fours. One twin then fetched a condom and roughly applied lube to my arse, working one then two fingers in and out. The other twin wasted no time, knelt in front of me and rammed his rock hard erection into my mouth then started pumping. Soon twin One was inside me, thrusting in and out of my buttocks.

Click! Whirr! I suddenly became aware of Steve filming the scene on a video-camera. By then twin One was near orgasm, with one of his hands on my arsecheek and the other wanking me in time with his thrusting. Twin Two, fucking my mouth, leaned over and kissed his brother just as we three orgasmed together; twin One’s cock pulsating in my rectum while his brother pumped his sperm down my throat. With the boys still inside me Steve said, “I know where you work, Mike. I’m certain that you wouldn’t want me to post this film to your company’s bosses, or put it on the internet now would you?”

I remembered that I had told Steve through Recon where I worked (a cardinal mistake) and the position that I held within the company. Any scandal would scupper any chance I would have of promotion.

“You cunt!” I replied, once twin Two had removed his cock from my mouth.

Steve went on, “You will become our sex-slave each weekend. Your profile stated that you are also into BDSM. That’s good! You will also be a pain-slave!”

I thought about the situation a bit more: the last thing I wanted would be for me to be the centre of a scandal. At best I would lose any chance of becoming a director of the company; at worst I’d get the sack with no chance of obtaining another executive position with any other company anywhere. I said “Please, please don’t ever publish that film! I’ll do anything! Use me as a slave! Be as rough as you like, Sir!”

“That’s better,” replied Steve, “Now I’m going to fuck you. What’ll turn me on more will be you secured to the fucking bench in the playroom. Ha! Ha! We’ll show you!”

The three of them then led the way into an adjacent room. I gasped as I saw how it had been laid out. In the centre was a gym vaulting horse with shackles at the four corners (the ‘fuck bench’); on one wall a St Andrew’s cross was secured on brackets; in one corner was a steel pillory and hanging on the opposite wall were all manner of implements of punishment and torture, which included cats o’nine tails, single tailed whips and canes of various lengths and thicknesses.

“Secure him!” barked Steve to his younger twin brothers. I leaned face down over the fuck bench. Twin One secured my wrists to the steel shackles while the other fastened my ankles at the other end. Meanwhile, Steve had applied a condom to his massive erection and was lubeing himself up. He then roughly put two greased fingers into my anus and worked then in and out. He got into position behind me. Gently at first he managed to force the head of his cock into my tight hole. Then, with a jerk he rammed harder. I yelled.

“Please, Master, no! I can’t take it! You’ll split me!” I pleaded.

“We need to prepare him further,” said Steve, looking angry and frustrated. “Carl, fetch me the whip and lash him!”

Carl eagerly fetched the single tail and got into position behind me and slightly to my left.

Crack! A line of white-hot agony crossed each arsecheek. I yelled again. The second lash connected with the upper part of my thigh. The third landed on the section of skin already damaged by the first stroke. I howled in agony. I think that I received another five lashes then I pleaded again “Please! No more!” This elicited several more lashes, even harder.

Carl dropped the whip, out of breath. I could see that the tail was stained red with my blood.

Steve tried to penetrate me again. This time one last push and he was in me! Obviously the beating had loosened me up. In and out he thrusted, harder and more brutal with each stroke. Finally he came with a yell, with me feeling his cock throbbing inside me.

By now I could see that Carl and Adam were hard once again. They both stood in front of my face and got into a position so that I would be forced to suck both cocks at once. I took both in my mouth and worked each cockhead with my tongue. They thrust in and out, in and out and both orgasmed together.

By this time each of the three brothers were entirely spent. Steve released me from my shackles and helped me to stand. “You may go now slave,” he said, “But report here at eight o’clock sharp next Friday. Your training will begin then! Got it?”

“Sir! Yes Sir!” I replied.

Adam (or Carl) then produced an absorbent pad. He said “Wear this under your jeans. It’ll absorb the blood!”

I got dressed carefully, shaking, then Steve led me to the front door. “Now fuck off!” he said, closing the door behind me. I gingerly got into the car; my arse on fire and drove home.

 

* * *

 

I spent the rest of the weekend wanking. Wanking at the recollection of what happened to me on Friday night; wanking in anticipation of what would likely happen to me the following weekend.

 

* * *

 

At eight o’clock the following Friday I arrived at my new masters’ house. Steve let me in and ordered me to strip in the hallway then stand to attention. He was once again dressed in leather shorts and Doc Marten boots but this time with nothing on his top. I stripped and stood there naked, my cock starting to rise at the sight of his lean torso.

“Hands behind your back, slave!” barked Steve. “Stand there until I give you permission to move!” He disappeared into the back room then reappeared holding a pair of handcuffs, nipple clamps and what looked like a ball stretcher with a hook welded to one side. He secured my wrists and attached clamps to my tits. I yelped in pain. He then yanked my balls down into their sac and said “This is called ‘Kali’s Teeth! As you can see it is a ball stretcher with spikes on the inside. You’ll wear this all the weekend, slave!” He then snapped the device shut around the neck of my scrotum and secured the padlock. The spikes were painful yet felt erotic as they dug into the sensitive flesh of my ballsac. I had not noticed that he had a dog lead attached to the belt loops of his leather shorts by means of a spring clip. He attached the clip to the padlock of the Kali’s Teeth and dragged me by the balls into the playroom.

There, sitting astride the fucking bench were the twins, Carl and Adam, both naked. As before, they sat playing with each other’s erections.

I was gritting my teeth in pain from the tit clamps. Steve grabbed the chain separating the clamps and twisted. He stared balefully in my face and said “On your knees, slave! You’ll suck each of our dicks starting with me! If we shoot and you don’t swallow it’ll be the cat across your back! Get it slaveboy?”

“Yes, Master!” I replied.

He released the tit clamp chain then with his hands pressing firmly on my head forced me to kneel down. Again, I did not notice the metal eye secured into the wooden floor, exactly underneath my secured genitals. Steve then fetched a shorter length of chain, unclipped the dog lead from the Kali’s Teeth and attached the chain with its padlock. With the other end he locked this onto the eye hook in the floor. Accordingly, I was shackled by my scrotum to the floor by about two inches of chain, forcing me to remain kneeling.

Steve was first. He removed his shorts and stood in front of me, stark bollock naked. His magnificent cock stood ramrod straight, pointing towards my mouth. With a jerk he was in. He then fucked my face, his hands clamped behind my head to prevent any retreat. After five minutes of relentless fucking he orgasmed with a shout straight down my throat. He withdrew just enough to allow me to lick a few remaining drops of semen from his cockhead. “Ooooh! Good slave!” he moaned.

Adam was next. Just before entering me he slapped my face a few times. “You fucking worthless fucking slave!” he said, between slaps. “Make sure you swallow every fucking drop of my jizz, you cunt!”

Again, I gave a fawning response.

Adam pumped in and out for about ten minutes, and then came with a grunt. Again, I licked his glans clean.

Carl was more gentle. Unfortunately for me he shot his load over my face before he had entered my mouth. Remembering what Steve had said I tried desperately to lick the strands of semen running down my face and off Carl’s cock. “You’ve failed, slave!” he said, “you’ll now suffer the cat o’nine tails across your back!”

Steve released me from the scrotum chain and dragged me by my nipple clamp chain over to the St Andrew’s cross fixed to the wall. He released my wrists from their handcuffs and ordered me to stand, arms upright in front of the cross. He then secured my wrists this time to the upper limbs of the cross then, kicking my feet into position he fixed my ankles to the base of the cross with a metal shackle. I hung there awaiting my punishment. However my cock remained as hard as india-rubber.

“You whip him, Carl,” said Adam, “after all you were the one who missed out. Anyway, you enjoy using the cat, don’t you?”

I could see Carl brandishing the cat o’nine tails out of the corner of my eye. I tensed, ready for the first stroke. Instead, he dropped the whip and just stood there, as if he was undecided as to what to do to me. He then reached round my chest and removed my tit clamps then roughly massaged and tweaked my sore nipples. I bucked and grunted with the pleasure/pain. He then started to tickle; at first under my extended biceps then armpits, round to my pectorals, then flanks, then abdomen and under my ribcage. I groaned and thrashed about, as far as my bonds would allow. Carl kept this torture up for another ten minutes, alternating between my armpits, sides and ribcage. At the end of this ordeal I hung from the cross, totally exhausted. I think that I would rather have been flogged. My cock betrayed me: it was still rock hard, a fact not missed by Carl.

“Good slaveboy! Ha! I haven’t finished yet!” he jeered. He then picked up the cat, cracked it a few times in the air then laid into my back Thwipp! I yelled in agony. I could hear either Adam or Steve count twenty lashes then I orgasmed, shooting my sperm high against the wall. I think that I must have fainted at that point; I remember coming round as Steve unshackled me from the cross when I collapsed onto the floor, totally spent.

I glanced up from the floor only to see that each of the three brothers was still sporting massive erections. “We are going to fuck you now, Mike,” said Steve, “Make your way over to the bench and lie face down!”

I did as I was told and the boys shackled my limbs to the legs of the fucking bench. Carl then removed my butt-plug. “I want to fuck him first, since I wasn’t able to fuck his mouth!” exclaimed Carl. He then slipped a condom over his cock and roughly applied KY jelly to my arse. With a jerk he was inside me.

He fucked slowly at first, not only working his hips in and out but round and round as though he was screwing his penis into me. I gasped with pleasure.

Meanwhile I could hear Steve’s breathing becoming heavier. As best I could I glanced round to see him becoming agitated with lust. He then picked up a cane and flexed it once or twice. Carl’s thrusting became a bit more vigorous then Crack! Steve lashed his younger brother’s buttocks, forcing him to penetrate me as far as he could. Both he and I grunted. Crack! Another blow from Steve’s cane! “Unnh!” gasped Carl, ramming his cock into me as hard and as far as he could. Steve then timed his strokes with Carl’s fucking. I counted each stroke to myself: how much punishment could Carl endure? My question was answered after the thirtieth stroke: Carl orgasming with a shout inside me. However, he did not withdraw and I could feel his cock still hard against my prostate. Glancing round again I could see Steve applying a condom to his massive cock. He then lubricated Carl’s anus then penetrated him, with him still inside me. In response, Carl reached round and tweaked and rolled my still sore nipples. Adam then walked round in front of me and rammed his erection into my mouth, slapping his hands on my head to achieve maximum penetration.

Each of us was moaning: Carl was from the hard fucking he was receiving from his brother, Steve from fucking Carl, Adam from the fellating that I was giving him and I was from the torture Carl was giving my nipples.

Steve shot first, followed by Adam, his sperm splashing into my mouth. He then withdrew and wiped his wet penis across my face. When Steve pulled his cock from Carl’s anus, Carl in turn withdrew from me. Steve then replaced the plug into my anus.

“Fucking hell! I’m knackered!” exclaimed Steve. Addressing me he went on “You’ve done well, slave! Your reward will be to fuck either Carl or Adam!”

“Thank you, master,” I replied “but I’m too knackered myself!”

“Carl and Adam sleep together ‘cos they are lovers as well as twins, you know, just like those Czech lads. You’ve heard about them I take it?” I replied that I had. He went on: “You can sleep with them and fuck either or both and they can fuck you again if they want.” The twins smiled and eagerly nodded in agreement. Steve continued “I’ll go to bed with my boyfriend whom you haven’t met yet. He works shifts and won’t be here until about midnight. You’ll like him; he’s a real sadistic bastard! He’s got some fun lined up for you tomorrow!”

Still naked, Steve fastened the ball and chain manacle to my right ankle and left the room. I could hear him climb the stairs to his bedroom. “Pick the ball up, slave!” commanded Adam. We are going to bed now; you can sleep between us.” I bent down and lifted the heavy steel ball as best I could, since the chain shackling it to my ankle was short, about six inches long. Accordingly I had to follow Adam and climb the stairs in an uncomfortable stooping position with Carl driving me on with sharp cracks of his cane across my buttocks.

Once in the twins’ bedroom, Carl released me from the ball and chain and bade me lie next to Adam, who was already in their king sized bed. I climbed in, followed by Adam. Almost at once he began fondling my testicles (still secured in the ‘Kali’s Teeth’ ball stretcher) and cock, causing it to harden. Meanwhile, his brother gently rubbed and massaged my still sore nipples. I groaned in ecstasy. I reached out and fastened my hands around both twins’ erect cocks and started to wank them gently.

In a voice heavy with lust Carl said “Fuck me, Mike! Do it as hard as you can!” With that he turned onto his back, pulling his cock out of my hand. He then put himself into the kneeling position and reached over to his bedside cabinet and pulled out a condom, handing it to Adam. The latter unwrapped the condom and unrolled it over my rock hard erection. Carl then rummaged in the cabinet drawer and handed me a tube of lubricant. I applied a good dollop to my condom encased penis and another, which I rubbed against Carl’s anus, working two fingers up and down his hole. “Aaaah!” he gasped.

I got into position and gently pushed my cock into his arse. “Fuck! No! Harder! Harder” he grunted. I didn’t hesitate: with a lunge I was in! “Please fuck me as hard as you can! Let me feel that ball stretcher of yours bang against my arse!” gasped Carl. As he requested I worked my hips in and out as vigorously as I possibly could. I could feel my still-inserted butt plug working against my prostate but what excited me the most was the feel of the Kali’s Teeth spikes digging into my scrotum upon each thrust of my hips. Meanwhile I was aware of Adam reaching down and picking up a cane. He then started to beat my buttocks hard, in time with my thrusting. At this point I reached round Carl’s body and grabbed his cock. I wanked him as brutally as I could, causing him to moan in pleasure/pain. After a few more minutes of beating and fucking I reached a crescendo, pumping sperm into the condom up Carl’s anus. I guess that the sensation of my cock throbbing against his prostate caused him to ejaculate noisily, spilling semen onto the sheets. Adam had taken himself in hand, while lashing still lashing my buttocks with the other. He too orgasmed just after he delivered my arse a particularly vicious crack.

Each of us by now was bathed in perspiration and panting with exertion. I am not sure what happened after that; I fell into a deep sleep.

 

* * *

 

I was woken up the next morning by a sudden bang. Adam, who was still lying beside me said “That’ll be Jedd, Steve’s boyfriend. He’s a noisy cunt!” He went on, “He is a construction worker on the Crossrail project in London. Works shifts, gets in at around midnight. First thing he does when he gets in is to give Steve a good fucking and sometimes even us, if he’s feeling particularly randy. I think it’s to do with him working shirtless with the other shirtless guys underground at the tunnel workface: can’t think about anything else other than sex!”

Carl joined in, “Fuck! He’s rough! He invented BDSM I think! He’s relatively gentle with Steve, his partner; much rougher with us two and,” he chuckled, “Fucking brutal with another sub! You’ll have to wait and see!”

“He’s got a dungeon in the basement; all sorts of torture implements,” said Adam, “not like the two rooms that you saw yesterday. He keeps the basement locked even from us: it adds to the mystery and excitement. After all, he owns this house!”

At that point the bedroom door opened. Standing in the doorway was a giant of a man, I guess about six feet six. He was naked and well-muscled with his upper arms and his smooth chest covered in Celtic styled tattoos. He had a handsome face covered in about a week’s worth of beard, with a similar length of hair covering his scalp. His cock was long and semi-erect; I would think it had just orgasmed inside Steve’s rectum. Each nipple had been pierced with a heavy metal ring through each. I guess that he was about my age.

He said, “Is this the new slave?” to me he then barked, “Get up twat!” I did as I was told and stood gingerly to attention. “H’m,” he went on, “Good gym fit body and hairy chest! Haven’t had a hairy sub lately so should be fun!” He walked over to me and roughly tweaked my nipples. I squirmed and gasped. “Ha! Sensitive tits! Even more fun!” he then punched me in the gut, not too hard, but it caused me to double up. He then pushed me to the floor and kicked me again in the gut with his bare foot. “Lick, slave! Lick me up the legs and then my bollocks!” Still panting, I humbly obeyed, with the twins looking on.

“Ahh!” Jedd gasped as my tongue caressed one testicle after the other. I then ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock and around the glans. It extended to its full length: not as huge as Steve’s but impressive nonetheless. “Listen, twat!” he said to me, “You will at all times call me ‘Master’ and the other three ‘Sir’! Got it? You’re here for our fun ‘cos we enjoy torturing and fucking and whipping cunts like you! After breakfast we’ll see how fit you are! I’ve got a nice little device in the basement, which you’ll no doubt enjoy! Now suck me off!”

After Jedd had orgasmed into my mouth we had, surprisingly enough, a relatively civilised breakfast with toast and cereal and fruit. Jedd went on to explain how he had had the house built on ex Ministry of Defence land over underground shelters designed for the Command in the event of a nuclear war.

Once we had eaten, Steve and Jedd resumed the ‘master’ role and fitted a steel collar and lead round my neck. They then dragged me, still naked, into the hall and stopped in front of a heavy looking wooden door. Jedd then disappeared for a minute then returned with a mortice lock key and unfastened the door. “Follow me, slave! Heh! Heh! You’re about to enter hell!” he said, menacingly. He then switched on the light, which illuminated a metal staircase leading down some thirty feet into a hallway, painted white. Steve then followed me down, leaving the twins where they were on the ground floor. “Don’t worry, slave, they’ll join us for some fun once they have washed up!” jeered Steve.

At the foot of the staircase the hall divided into two rooms. The air down there was stifling. I later learned that Jedd likes to keep the basement as hot as possible (when he has a slave or sub to torment) in order that they sweat profusely: the sight of their wet naked bodies undergoing torture is a further turn-on for him.

We turned left into a whitewashed walled room in the centre of which sat a long wooden table. A large clock hung on the wall. “This was the conference room, left down here when the MoD sold the place” said Jedd. He went on “as you can see I’ve fixed shackles to each corner to secure a slave ready for torture. Get up there and lie down! I’ll see just how gym fit you really are!”

I did as I was told and both men secured my wrists and ankles. Steve then disappeared into the second room and returned with a contraption consisting of a rectangular plastic frame with two horizontal wires spaced about six inches from the top and bottom of the frame with the wires about a foot apart. He then brought in what I could see was an e-stim machine and connected one of the leads to the lower wire and the other to the ‘Kali’s Teeth’ fixed around my scrotum. He then ordered me to raise my feet about a foot off the table top then he slipped the device under my ankles. Jedd then said, “You need to keep your legs raised in that position once we switch the e-stim on. If your ankles touch the wire you’ll complete the circuit then your bollocks will be fried. That’ll show us just how strong your thigh muscles really are, slave. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir!” I replied.

“Good! Switch it on, Steve!”

The faint hum indicated the device was on and had the potential to cause real pain. Jedd and Steve merely stood there watching, just to see how long I could remain in that excruciatingly uncomfortable position. I glanced at the wall clock. Five minutes passed, then another five. My thigh muscles felt on fire. I grunted with the exertion. Yet another five. I started to tremble as my thigh muscles started to weaken. I gasped and grunted, sweat running down my naked torso. I could see Jedd and Steve, still both naked of course, fondling each other’s erect cocks. I could also just see that my cock too, was hard. I couldn’t hold out any longer: I lowered my legs. I screamed out as the current surged through my ball sac, causing me to involuntarily raise my legs once again.

Steve said “Shout as loud as you like, slave; nobody will hear you down here! C’mon, you can do it; you’ve got another half hour to go!” He turned and faced the wall, stretching his arms up and leaned with his legs apart. Jedd then roughly mounted him and fucked him standing, reaching round and wanking him with his right hand. I can guess that with his left hand he was tweaking his partner’s nipples. Meanwhile I was doing all that I could to maintain my legs in their uncomfortable position to avoid another belt of electricity.

Down my legs went again. “Aaaaaaaagh!” I yelled. At that point Adam and Carl entered the room, naked of course. Jedd who was still fucking Steve looked round and said to the twins “Get that metal bar and place it on our slave’s legs! He isn’t working those muscles hard enough!” I raised my legs once again as best I could, anything to avoid the agonising electricity.

Carl then returned from the second room with a length of metal scaffolding pole, about three feet long. With a grin he laid it across my ankles, adding tenfold to my discomfort. I gasped then dropped my ankles onto the wire. Zap! “Aaagh!” I thought “You fucking sadistic bastards!” I remembered no more as I must have passed out.

I can remember being unchained and helped off the torture table by the twins. Again, we had a simple lunch and interacted with each other as though nothing had happened. I thought: was this a head-fuck? Were the brothers and Jedd being nice deliberately so that the sex torture sessions became more emotionally intense? We all sat there naked, of course; I was reminded of my sex slave status by the presence of the butt-plug and the ball torture shackle fastened around the neck of my scrotum.

After we had eaten our lunch and the twins were clearing the table Steve said “Have you ever seen the film ‘The Passion of the Christ’? Can you remember the scourging scene?” I replied that I had.

Jedd said, “Fuck! Fucking horny! I wanked all the way through that! Heh! We have got a scourging post in that other room downstairs. I’m going to give you a good scourging, slave!” I started to panic at the thought of my torso being excoriated by a metal studded whip. I looked this way and that, trying to identify a means of escape. Sensing this Jedd went on: “Fuck’s sake! Who do you think we are? We wouldn’t want all the fucking mess nor would we want you to end up in hospital! No, we’ve got rubber cats o’ nine tails; four in fact so each of us will have a go at flogging your back!” My cock immediately started to harden as I too found the prospect of being fixed to a scourging post by my wrists a turn-on. If I am honest I also found the scourging of Christ scene in the film horny and had to relieve myself afterwards.

Once again Steve fitted the collar and lead round my neck, switched on the staircase light and they both led me down the metal staircase and into the dungeon. This time we turned into the right hand room. I gasped upon seeing what that room contained. Occupying one half of the room was a cuboid shape consisting of metal scaffolding, attached here and there were metal shackles suspended from varying heights within the framework. A St Andrew’s cross was attached to the wall opposite the entrance, again with shackles placed at different heights; depending upon the size of the victim. Along another wall hung instruments of punishment and torture: several leather whips of varying lengths and thicknesses; a short riding crop, a longer one; tawses, some two thonged, others three; finally, several cats o’nine tails, some rubber (which I guessed would be used on my back) and others leather, with one particularly vicious looking containing metal nuts and washers knotted along its tails. In the middle of the room was a vertical metal girder cemented into the floor, about four feet in length. At the top were welded yet more shackles about six inches long with wrist cuffs, reminiscent of the scourging post depicted in that notorious film.

“That film gave me the idea!” jeered Jedd. “Get over there slave, and take your punishment like a man!” Steve dragged me over to the girder and fastened my wrists into the shackles at the top. “Stand still while we flog you. You’ll get fifty lashes and if you fall to the floor I’ll look upon that as disobedience and then you’ll get more! Understand?”

“Ye – yes Sir!” I stammered in fear. I must confess that another part of me was eagerly anticipating what was about to happen; that fact being amply demonstrated by the hardness of my cock.

We waited until the twins had finished their kitchen chores and had joined us in the dungeon. Each then unhooked a rubber cat from the wall, and then positioned themselves in a ring around me.

“Begin!” barked Jedd. Crack! I yelped as Carl laid the first blow; the tails of the cat wrapping around my flank, cutting into the sensitive flesh just under my armpit. Crack! It was Adam’s turn. Steve flexed the cat a few times in front of me and said “You’re really going to feel this, slave! Heh! Heh!” Crack! I howled in agony as the rubber cat connected with my buttocks. By now Jedd’s breathing was becoming more and more agitated. Splat! Across my shoulders and again another lash across my buttocks. I don’t know how but I remained standing.

The lashing continued. Somehow during punishments I am able to sublime all the pain into sexual lust. I suppose it’s the endorphins. I glanced down and could see my erection through my shackled wrists, oozing precum. I was just able to rub myself against the metal girder and gently massaged the secretion into my glans. I was very near orgasm but remembered that the lashing would continue long after I came: that really would have been painful. Accordingly I left my cock alone.

I wasn’t counting the lashes but one of the guys called out “Fifty!” then they stopped, each out of breath. I stood there, whimpering.

“Fuck! This twat can really take it!” said Jedd. “He didn’t fall over either!” Turning to me he said “Looks like you could do with a good hard wank and a fuck!”

“Yes, Master!” I replied. With that Jedd pulled out my butt-plug, fetched a condom and some lube from somewhere, greased himself and my arse then without any preamble he thrust himself inside me. He fucked as brutally as he could and with his right hand wanked my cock vigorously while with his left he scratched my left flank, sore and bleeding from the lashing. I think we shot together, with my sperm jetting several feet across the room. Jedd then abruptly withdrew.

“My turn!” shouted Steve. He too then applied a condom to his huge penis and entered me. It was all over for him after about a minute. Carl then had his turn with Adam lashing his brother/lover’s buttocks with a riding crop. With a shout Carl orgasmed inside me then gently pulled his still erect cock out of my buttocks.

“I prefer the slave’s mouth,” said Adam as he unshackled my wrists. “Kneel, slave!” I did as I was told and waited for my young master to enjoy himself with my mouth. Instead he gave me a hard slap across my face and twisted my ear lobe. He then disappeared somewhere and returned with a vicious pair of tit-clamps. He then roughly worked my nipples with his fingers then applied the clamps. I let out a gasp of pain/ecstacy. “Make sure that you swallow every drop of my jizz, cunt! Okay?” I nodded.

I carefully licked the underside of his cock, paying particular attention to underneath his glans. He slapped my face again then lunged himself into my mouth, holding the back of my head, allowing no withdrawal. He fucked away for about five minutes then shot his load into my mouth with a roar.

Jedd then said, “I think we’ve had enough for one weekend. We’ll release the slave and expect his return next Friday evening.” With that he rummaged somewhere for a key and unlocked my ‘Kali’s Teeth’ ball shackle. My testicles felt strange as they were allowed to hang free for the first time in a day and a half.

“Go upstairs, get dressed and fuck off!” said Steve. “See you next Friday, eh?”

I wanted to say “No way, you fucking sadistic cunts!” However, there were two reasons why I did not: one, the blackmail threat and two, I bloody well enjoyed myself!

 

The End

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Bikermike, for this story!