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My name is Ryan. I'm a university student, 20 years
old, blonde hair, reasonably athletic looking, 5'8"
tall, 160 lbs. I was just finishing up a summer job
with a construction company where I was basically a
foreman of a road crew.
Kyle and Brad are full time
workers and on my crew, probably a couple of years
older and they made it quite clear they did not like
taking orders from me. They are both about my size and
build but more street tough. I was a bit surprised when
they invited me out to celebrate my last day on the job
before heading back to university.
On the way to the bar we decided to drop off at Kyle's
place to have a couple of tokes first. I was really
getting quite stoned when they suddenly jumped me and
pinned me to the floor. At first I thought they were
just joking around when they began pulling off my
clothes, Brad holding me in a hammerlock while Kyle
stripped me of my sneakers, sock and jeans. The two of
them then literally ripped off my shirt and finally my
underwear, rendering me completely naked with Brad
holding my arms behind my back and face down on the
floor.
I should add that I am straight but for whatever reason
have fantasized for as long as I can remember about
being "forced" into a gay thing so I really did not put
up much of a fight, besides they were much stronger
than me. Before I knew it Ryan was tying separate ropes
to my wrists then they started hauling on them pulling
me up into a standing position and then higher so my
toes were just touching the floor. Next they tied
another set of ropes from my ankles to eyebolts in the
floor, forcing my legs wide apart. I was still too
stunned and stoned to even scream.
Now I was completely at the mercy of these two muscular
studs. I was hanging naked and spread-eagled; my entire
body glistening from sweat and my cock was sticking
straight out, much to their amusement.
"Looks good," I heard Kyle say. "By god, that's one
sweet-looking trussed-up bitch-boy.
Then they started fondling me... my ass, my now
hardened cock, my balls, running their hands over my
body, chuckling, panting, making lewd remarks. Brad
stepped behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks in both
hands.
"Fuck man just look at this little ass, like two
grapefruits" he commented. He then ran a finger down
between, stopping at my opening and slowly began to
insert. "Nice and tight too... I can't wait to fuck you
pretty boy," he whispered in my ear.
They shaved me, completely from neck to toes leaving
only the hair on my head, saving my blonde pubes for
last. Next they used their hands to rub some kind of
oil over my entire naked and now hairless body,
concentrating on my ass and on my cock and balls. The
continued use of their oil soaked hands on my most
private parts soon had my cock leaking in its hardness.
Then they stood back to admire their handiwork,
taunting me because of my erection. Even more
humiliating was the fact that I was unbelievably turned
on just thinking about what they might have planned for
me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad getting
something from a drawer. I turned my head to see him
holding it. A thin leather switch. He walked up to me
and began slowly tracing the tip of the switch up and
down the sides of body, from my arm pits to my feet
both sides. Then he did the same along the insides of
my wide spread legs from ankle to crotch.
Next he moved to my left and continued the exploration
down my backside starting at my neck, over the curve of
my ass and down both legs. He was chuckling the entire
time. The front of his jeans were bulging leaving no
doubt as to his excitement as he moved to my right and
traced the tip down my chest, over my stomach and along
the upper length of my swollen and throbbing cock,
pushing down on it until it pointed straight at the
floor, then moving the switch away allowing my cock to
immediately bounce back up until it was pointing
straight out.
"You're going to make one fine slave pretty boy. Submit
now and you can avoid having me use this on you. It's
real obvious you want this anyway," he taunted,
touching the tip to my balls.
And he was right. I did want this. I did want to be
dominated by these two young gods. Just thinking about
the humiliating things they could make me do had me
more turned on then ever before, but there was no way I
was going to admit it, so I decided they would have to
break me.
"No way you fucking faggots, I'm not going to be
anybody's slave," I hissed, trying to be convincing. At
least this way I could pretend they were forcing me
into this.
"Good, we were hoping you'd resist," said Kyle as he
gagged me with my own torn underwear. "We'll talk again
in a few minutes. Brad, he's all yours."
I heard a whistling sound, and then there was a loud,
sharp cracking noise as that switch smashed across my
ass.
I started screaming into the gag. The whipping
continued until he had followed the same course as he
did while tracing the tip of the switch over my body,
with the last strike hitting me right in the balls.
Incredibly my cock remained hard, throbbing and
leaking.
Kyle ripped my underwear from my mouth.
"Had enough, tough guy? he asked.
"Yes," I answered, nearly sobbing.
"Tell us what we want to hear".
"I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you want," I was
so excited I could hardly breathe.
Then they listed off some of the rules I would be
following...
I'm to speak only when spoken to.
When I do speak I'm to address them both as Master.
I'm forbidden to stand in their presence unless
required to carry out their orders.
I will be serving them naked except for the studded
leather dog collar Kyle just placed around my neck.
Anything else they dream up as the night progresses.
"Do you think you can remember these rules, pretty
boy?" Brad asked.
"Yes, Master," I choked.
"Ever sucked a cock before slave-boy," Kyle asked,
chuckling
"No, Master Kyle, I'm straight, I swear."
"Well you'll be an expert by the time we're finished
with you, slave-boy," taunted Brad.
I was totally humiliated and totally turned on at the
same time.
"Do you understand your position here now?
"Yes, Master," I replied, head hanging in shame.
"That's very good," Kyle said.
They untied me, and when I fell I went down to my
knees, and there I stayed.
I would have fallen further, but Kyle held me up by my
hair, and said, "Now that's just perfect, boy. You stay
right there, you hear?"
And then he let me go, and all my will went into
keeping myself kneeling there, just as he wanted. Then
Kyle attached a chain leash to my collar and pulled me
to my feet, ordering me to cross my wrists behind my
back. Brad tied my wrists together with a leather
strip. I was ordered to kneel.
"Now lick my boots, college-boy," Kyle commanded. "Show
me what a good little boot-licker you are. Show me real
good."
I bowed down and began licking his dust covered work
boots, while he used the leash to keep me from falling
over. And I did my best to make it good. I was theirs
now. They had reduced me to a slave. I licked Kyle's
boots until they were clean. When he decided his boots
were clean enough he made me turn around, still holding
the leash. Brad was now standing in front of me and
took hold of the leash from Kyle. I was forced to clean
his boots as well.
By the time I'd finished with Brad's boots, Kyle was
sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. His feet
were now bare. Kyle then commanded me to crawl to him
until I was about a foot in front of him. "Now piglet,"
he smirked at me, "my feet need cleaning, get to it."
I was now put thru an even more humiliating ordeal of
foot worship for my taunting master, forced to tongue
bathe his sweat and dirt covered feet, starting with
the toes and in between. I slavishly licked and
massaged his feet with my tongue until they were
squeaky clean. They both taunted me throughout my
ordeal which just served to turn me on even more. It
took me fifteen minutes to satisfactorily clean Kyle's
feet but Brad immediately took his place in the chair
and subjected me to same humiliating ordeal.
They were both obviously aroused. The bulges at the
front of their jeans left no doubt. Then they played
with me, as though I were a toy. They stroked and felt
and pinched and slapped and probed, and made me turn
and twist and arch myself for their convenience and
delight. They squeezed my balls until they made me
scream, which they enjoyed enormously. And then they
made me tell them what a bitch I was, a filthy fag, a
piece of shit, a cocksucker, and any other names that
came to mind. Of course I said it all. My submissive
side had completely taken over now. All I wanted now
was to serve my two tormentors with my mouth and tongue
in any way they wished.
Now they were ready to really humiliate me some more.
Kyle would be first standing in front of me, naked, his
cock pointing straight at my face as I knelt before
him. He truly had the body of a god, slim, muscular,
tanned, flat stomach, small ass, thick hard cock. Brad
was holding the leash. He too, was naked and hard, a
true Adonis sweating, taunting.
I obediently followed Kyle's command and began licking
his sweat soaked balls, then up and down the length of
his rigid cock. He ordered me to open my mouth. I
slavishly sucked his cock for about 5 minutes when he
started to moan louder. I could feel his cock pulsing
in my mouth. I knew I was about to get my first taste
of another guy's cum, but then he surprised me by
suddenly pulling it out.
"Not yet piggy," Kyle taunted. "We're going to make
this last for awhile."
Before I could take in what he meant, Brad immediately
grabbed me by my hair and directed me to his rock hard
cock, ramming it into my mouth, ordering me to suck it.
This ritual went on for a good half hour as they
alternately drove their cocks into my mouth, forcing me
to service both of them until finally Kyle yelled that
he couldn't hold back any more. He exploded in my mouth
ordering me to swallow every drop. I obeyed.
It only took seconds after that for Brad to explode in
my mouth as well. He too made me swallow it all. I had
submitted to both of them, licking, sucking, and
swallowing. I was now the naked, kneeling, bound and
leashed sex-slave to two gay male gods. After servicing
them, they made me lick their balls once again and
thank them for allowing me the privilege of worshipping
their cocks. Then the each put their jeans back on,
leaving me to wonder if it was over or if they still
had more in store for me.
They made me remain kneeling, still naked, and amused
themselves with taunts and lewd remarks and promises of
what was still to come. I pleaded with them to let me
go but only because I knew my begging would turn them
on and excite them to new torments. I had done
everything they asked, I said. They'd broken me, they'd
had their fun, now please, please let me go, I said.
They only laughed and said I hadn't seen anything yet.
A new wave of sexual arousal came over me.
They untied my wrists and made me crawl on hands and
knees, like a dog. This entertainment perked them up
again. They made me do some tricks for them, like go
fetch, lie down and roll over--it still gave them a
kick to find new ways to show their power, and to force
me to degrade myself.
That's when they made me crawl around the room some
more for them. They had me get up on the table on my
knees, and spread my legs. Brad was holding the end of
the leash.
"Start jerking yourself off, slave-boy" Brad commanded.
I couldn't believe it but with my cock still at full
attention as it had been since the start I grabbed hold
of it and began pumping. I have never masturbated in
front of anyone so it was completely embarrassing o be
doing it for the entertainment of two other guys while
they taunted me but I did it.
I stroked my cock for their amusement trying not to
erupt but in minutes my excitement finally caught up
with me. At last I shot my load onto the table top.
Some went on the floor amid howls of laughter. They
made me get back on my hands and knees and lick up my
own cum from the table and the floor.
They made me stand, facing the edge of the table. They
tied my ankles to the table legs, which were wide apart
forcing my legs spread to the limit. Brad tied my
wrists together behind my back. Kyle attached the end
of the leash to a ring at the end of the table and
pulled down hard forcing my chest and face onto the
tabletop.
They then stepped in front of me to make sure I could
see them as they removed their jeans. Brad began
stroking his already hard cock just inches from my face
and taunted me " Since Kyle was the first to use that
hot mouth of yours I'm going to be the first one to
fuck your tight little ass college boy, but I think we
need to warm your butt to get it ready."
Kyle then picked up a wide leather strap in his right
hand, placed it to my face and commanded me to kiss the
instrument of my punishment. It was all I could do to
keep from cumming as my cock ground against the edge of
the table.
After kissing the leather strap as commanded I tried to
brace myself for the inevitable. The first blow feels
like fire at first and I scream and start begging Kyle
to please stop but my pleas just turn him on even more.
Nine more times he uses it on me. Every stroke stings
like hell but it's obvious he does not intend to cause
any real damage. They just want to hear me beg and
scream, so I do. Brad orders me to look at his cock.
It's thick, hard and leaking as he slowly pumps it with
his oil soaked right hand.
"Get ready, pretty boy," he taunts, I'm going to fuck
that hot little ass of yours".
Immediately after the tenth stroke of the strap
delivered by Kyle, Brad moves behind me. I can feel the
head of his cock pressing against my anal opening. Then
he simply rams it home. The rape is long, slow and
hard. I can feel his balls smacking against my crotch
as he rams his huge cock in and out of my previously
virgin ass. Finally, with a howl of ecstacy, he
explodes inside me. There is a popping sound as he
slowly pulls out.
Even while Kyle is taking his place, Brad steps around
in front of me, grabs hold of my hair and presents his
slime covered, still hard cock to my face and orders me
to open my mouth.
"Clean it slaveboy!" he commands.
I submissively obey just as Kyle plunges into my ass.
He is just as brutal. He is also just as dominating
when he finishes and forces me to lick and suck his
glistening cock clean.
They next release my ankles and the end of the leash
from the table, leaving my hands bound behind my back.
They make me kneel before them, Kyle holding the leash
leading to my collar. They are both grinning as the
look down at me. Once again my own cock is betraying
me, standing at full attention, bouncing, leaking in
obvious anticipation of what they have in store for me
next.
With Kyle holding the leash he orders me to crawl
around behind Brad.
"Start licking his ass," he commands me.
Knowing I have no choice but to obey I begin running my
tongue all over Brads small perfectly round ass
deliberately avoiding the divide between, but I don't
get away with that for long as Brad orders me to get in
there. He makes me spend the next ten minutes
slavishing licking up and down the crack of his ass
paying particular attention to his tight opening.
They are both taunting me for my submissiveness calling
me their little ass-licker, their slut, their cunt,
their whore, their bitch. This verbal abuse continues
when they switch places. Kyle's ass is even smaller
than Brad's. Thankfully all I taste and smell from both
is sweat but it is still humiliating. When my ordeal is
finally over, they both stand in front of me, Brad
holding the leash as they gleefully point out my hard
bobbing cock.
"See, what did I tell you," smirked Kyle. "He's getting
off on this."
All I could do was remain silent.
They both put on their jeans.
Suddenly I realized I had to pee real bad. I started to
ask for permission to do so but the glare from both of
them reminded me of the only proper way to approach
them. I immediately bowed down and began licking Kyle's
feet until he acknowledged me. I was granted permission
to speak.
"Please Master Kyle. I have to pee so bad."
They were smiling at each other as Brad knelt down and
untied my hands. Kyle then ordered me onto my hands and
knees.
"You'll pee like the doggy you are, bitch!" he snapped
pulling on my leash forcing me to crawl along behind
him and out into the yard. He then lead me over to a
tree where I had to perform the humiliating act in
front of him. Not an easy thing to do with an erection.
He then led me back into the house the same way. Once
inside I was ordered to stand while he removed the
leash from my collar.
"Now, slaveboy, start getting this place cleaned up.
We're having a little party tonight and this place
better be spotless when our guests arrive. Then clean
yourself up as well. We want our entertainment looking
presentable as well."
They were both smirking...