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.
