By Felon

I was wheeled into the big room. Men were still in the kitchen having dinner — firehouse chili — and I was wheeled up to a place that was set up for me. The tables were arranged so we were face-to-face. Probie 1 was supposed to be an old hand in this action, but I could see tears streaming down his face. He had an inflatable mouth gag.

I was strapped down in a similar position, including the mouth gag. The Chief came into the room with two eye masks, which he placed on both of our faces. Then he left and returned with a walkie talkie tuned in to the fire department channel. He indicated that since he was acting chief that night he had to be in communication with his men in case of an emergency. Both of us were totally at the mercy of the men eating in the kitchen.

The plan was for the men to play cards and take breaks, and of course we would be the entertainment for the evening. Two buckets were placed under the table to collect bodily discharges, as we would be on the tables for several hours. I could not see the card table as it was behind me. The chief was wearing a fire helmet. Red knitted caps were placed over our heads and pulled over our heads and over the face mask. These masks smelled like smoke. I could still hear the conversations on the radio. We both laid there, and two men (I think) came over with popper-soaked cotton balls and taped them to our noses. Then I felt a hand at my asshole shoving a syringe in and squirting up the chute. Are we seeing stars yet? I was asked, I shook my head no and then got another blast. Probie 1 got the same treatment, and I could hear him groan. We were told to “relax” and I can say I was ready for anything.

The first two men approached us and although we could not see them, they carried on a conversation as if we were not in the room. Making comments about us, and comments about some visitor that was due in after 11PM. They worked quickly and blew their loads almost at the same time. They were returning to the card game.

I could hear the cracking of the radio, and an occasional siren sound in the background. After a few minutes another fireman approached the table and was running his hands over my back and ass. Then he left the area for a while and suddenly without warning I felt a rubber hose beating me on the back and ass. Seems he was taking turns between the two of us. Then I could hear groans as apparently the other guy was being fucked. This went on for a long time, as I could hear moans, grunts, and an occasional scream. Then it was quiet, and the fireman stepped over to my table, removed my inflated gag and shoved his semi rigid member down my throat. He told me to clean him up, and without warning I could taste hot piss going down my throat. I sensed others were around and both caps were removed so we could see the room. Mounted on the ceiling in some place was a flashing red light — while the room was darkened. It was quite the sight — two guys strapped down, with red flashing light in darkness — and without warning Probie 1 was pissing away in the bucked beneath him.

They were all drinking beers and I could assume what would happen later. The ages of the men were mixed from 30s to 60s, and all were now in red jock straps and smoky worn tee shirts. I guess they were enjoying things as they all seemed to have hard-ons. Lots of laughing, conversation. What I didn’t know was each man who used us marked our asses with a marker!

My head was spinning, so I lost total track of time. I guessed there was probably 6 men in the room. Much of the conversation was about the arrival. “Better give them both another ‘vitamin’ shot before 11 PM and clean them both up after you guys are finished.” I think that was the Chief telling the group.

Someone was bent over the table wrapping my balls with copper wire. Then he proceeded to wrap Probie 1 as well. Then a pad was taped to the sole of my right foot, between our faces was a small table with an old fashioned “folsom box.” I had not seen one of those in ages and this one looked pretty beat up. After a while I could feel a gentle current flow from my balls down my right leg — at this point it was pleasurable and actually gave me a hard-on. I could see Probie squirming, and he was getting charged up as well. I knew these boxes could be programmed to give various charges throughout the night.

Then we were both told that both of us would be used all night. Probie grunted. Big Carmen would be in after work. Chief was there all night and told me he would get some sleep upstairs and would have some thoughts for me in the AM. What I did not know was that Big Carmen was bringing three buddies (associates? firemen?) with him later in the night.

Then the Chief inserted two greased up long taper candles, one in each of our assholes. He pulled out a lighter and told us to relax while the men were playing cards.

So the dungeon area was dark with a flashing red engine light on the ceiling and two candles burning in our respective assholes.

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