Chapter Four

Sir jerked the leash and I started forward, shuffling into the shed as the shoes were far too big for me. I could see random bits of equipment slung around the walls and piled on the floor, implements for unloading, sorting, lifting, bending, holding. It was still in use but clearly not very often.

There was a clear bit in the floor. In it was an odd-looking bench. It was like someone had sawn in half one of those family picnic benches you find in municipal parks. There was a seat part and a bit of a tabletop at a higher level, but if you sat on it then it would tip back immediately. In search of an answer I looked again, and saw metal rings sunk into strategic places in the frame.

No one said a word. They looked at me while my fuddled brain worked out what was happening and when I looked at them, finally understanding, each wore an expectant smirk. Sir jerked the lead once more and I moved forwards. He draped the lead over the front of the table and said, “hup”, like I was a dog. Like a dog, I obeyed and knelt on the bench part of the structure. The lead was dragged forward and secured to a ring at the bottom of the structure that I hadn’t spotted. He then clipped the cuffs on my wrists and ankles into position and gravity took care of the shoes. Naked once more. I was secured, plugged and full ass in the air, head forced forwards. All three stood in front of me, watching and talking to themselves in a language I could not understand. I caught the word, “faggot” again and closed my eyes in a reverie of nervous anticipation.

“You look after my friends. I watch,” said Sir, and wandered to sit in a battered chair to the left of me. He opened a can of cola and lit a cigarette. “What you say?”

“Yes Sir,” said as best I could as I realised I was quite tightly bound.

“And…?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He smirked and again laughed that derisive laugh that was directly connected to my caged little cock. I looked properly at his friends for the first time. I had no idea who was who, so I decided the one of the left was Pavel and the one on the right was Erich. I had a fifty-fifty chance of being right. If their real names had even been used.

Pavel was a heavily built man, probably in his early 40s, so a little older than me. His face was not attractive, the eyes too close together and the jowls too pronounced. He also had a paunch. He looked like he didn’t wash enough for the amount it looked like he sweated. As I was looking, he had his hand down the front of his sweatpants, clearly stroking his cock. The bulge it was producing was similar to Sir’s.

Erich was a similar age, but much leaner, sinewy and probably with a strength that belied his size. His muscular arms had tattooed designs running down them, stopping before his large, rough hands, and he moved stealthily, like a cat. He prowled, I decided and wondered what he would look like when he pounced; fast and sleek, or direct and brutal? He had a shaved head and a habit of running his hand over it. He didn’t bother stroking his cock. He unbuttoned and stepped from his jeans. He didn’t seem to be wearing underwear. His cut cock was hanging down and was big. I was hoping to God he was a shower and not a grower…

They both moved forwards. Dinner was served…

Pavel reached into a bag on the floor that I hadn’t spotted until now. He rummaged briefly then drew out a flogger. It looked like a play one you find in a sex shop but it would probably hurt. It did! They both laughed as another few strokes smothered my arse cheeks. Not too bad but my; it felt akin to stinging nettles but without the itching.

Pavel slipped his sweatpants off and his cock hung down. It seemed slightly smaller the Sir’s and he moved it towards my mouth, which opened to accept it without me even thinking about it, like a Pavlovian response. I’d been right. He tasted stale and unwashed and it was pretty rank, but I had to throw myself into this crazy situation I’d got myself into. I sucked heartily and soon the unpleasant taste receded. His cock grew steadily in my mouth and started to fill it. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, forcing his cock down my throat. I fought to remain calm, remembering earlier that I’d swallowed Sir’s cock and breathed around it. I did the same and Pavel moaned. He withdrew and slapped my face with his cock.

“You too good cocksucker. Too quick.” He wiped the precum from his cock over my face, and they all laughed at my pathetic attempts to lick if off. Oh, for a free hand as I wanted it in my mouth. The time for inhibitions had long gone!

Then Erich’s cock was swaying in front of my face. It was more than just big; it was prodigious, thick, with pronounced veins. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around it. Erich could have given Pavel some personal hygiene tips and his cock tasted good, musky, like a cock should taste. It grew even more in my mouth and he too fed it down my throat. Again, I swallowed his cock, and I found I could take it all though it took some concentration. I was amazed as his pubes squashed against my nose and his balls slapped my chin. He’d fed that monster all the way down my throat. I felt a little surge of pride. He stroked my head, murmuring something I couldn’t understand but that sounded approving. He too withdrew his cock and wiped it on my face.

And then my arse was on fire as I felt blows rain on it. Pavel again. A few of them struck the butt plug in my hole and that sent shockwaves all through my insides, wonderful shockwaves slowly spreading through my hypersensitive prostate and ass like spilled oil seeping into every internal nerve ending. I moaned with the pleasure of that, but they just took it to mean that I liked having my ass beaten, so beat it harder. Something hard and flat hit my ass, maybe a paddle of some kind? I yelped, not enjoying this bit, no matter how much I tried to get into it. But then it hit the butt plug and Jesus! those sensations again. I gasped and another blow hit the plug. I gave a guttural, animalistic grunt and I felt a hand twist out the butt plug. They said something to Sir and they all laughed, probably as his spunk from earlier was now leaking out. It was, and I felt a glob of it being fed to me on Pavel’s pudgy, dirty fingers. I gulped it down and sucked his fingers clean of it, giving myself over to the joy of submitting and savouring Sir’s spunk. I looked at him and he was smiling, and gently massaging his own cock.

I felt the cold slap of more lube being worked into my ass, which must have been gaping after having the plug in it. Having sucked Erich’s monster cock, I was glad of it. I wanted to take it and hoped I could. And I wanted bareback again. Fuck the danger, I wanted the hot, lovely, spunk in all its glory. I could barely move but I still managed to thrust my ass out.

Pavel was clearly the warm-up act. Not that I could tell from the cock being slipped easily into my ass, but I could from the fact that Erich’s cock was dancing in front of my face again. I opened my mouth to take it in.

Now I really was being used. Properly used. Pavel was working up a head of steam, powerfully thrusting in and out of my ass. I could feel his belly slamming against my ass cheeks, and squashing as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. At the same time Erich was filling my mouth with his cock. I was grateful he wasn’t deepthroating me while I was being slammed by Pavel, and I slobbered over that bulging head.

Erich withdrew his awesome cock and turned around. He bent forward and reversed his ass onto my helpless mouth. I lapped at and probed his hole eagerly, pushing my tongue in past the acrid initial taste. I just loved eating ass, and I never even knew before today.

I felt Pavel’s hands grip my hips tighter and tighter and his thrusts get shorter and shorter, and then he was burying himself in me, grunting, clearly emptying his balls deep inside me. He relaxed and stayed there, breathing heavily and pinning me to the bench even more while I continued to worship Erich’s ass. I was losing myself in the feeling of being smothered by an ugly man who had used me so thoroughly and so selfishly.

Then I felt Pavel slide off me and Erich moved away from my mouth. I saw Sir, mock clapping me and grinning. And then Pavel’s cock was swinging in front of my mouth. “You clean”, he demanded, and I opened my mouth obediently. I slobbered over everything that was on that cock, mainly a mix of spunk and lube but coated with the taste of my ass too. I sucked it all. He moved away with a delicious snort of contempt and went to join Sir.

I then felt large hands on my arse cheeks. Erich had moved behind me, and I tried to relax myself for his mighty cock. I looked at Sir who smiled at me — I fancied he was encouraging me — and controlled my breathing so I could relax. He was toying with me, circling his cock head around the entrance to my ass, opening it up and moving back. Then I felt ass separate. The plug had a stretched me so I hardly felt Pavel, but by God was I feeling Erich. I felt his hard shaft separate my innards with a sense if inevitability, and it kept on going further into me than anything had gone before. He was in and started griding against my ass cheeks. The sensation was weird and I tried to get used to it so I could enjoy and not just endure.

It gradually worked and I soon found I was grinding my arse back at him as best I could, marvelling and revelling in the fullness I was feeling, as well as my total sluttishness. This was amazing; I was high! It felt like freedom. I then grunted as Erich thrust into me powerfully. That hurt. Another one. That hurt too, but maybe a little less? Another and another and it seemed my insides had compensated for Erich’s cock and the pain went. Again, that overwhelming feeling of being thoroughly used washed over me and swallowed me whole. I moaned, not caring how much of a faggot slut I was being, just willing this mighty cock to fill me with spunk.

I got my wish as Erich grabbed my collar and bucked into me, clearly having a huge cum. He ground his hips against me and his cock inside of me; I felt his cock subside a little and then slide out. My ass felt empty but not for long as someone shoved the butt plug up there again. Erich came around in front of me, his cock swinging and I eagerly opened my mouth to clean him. I loved doing this. I never knew, but mouth cleaning a cock that had just fucked me was sending delightful electric shocks through my brain and I couldn’t get enough. I revelled in the taste, disappointed when he slipped it from my mouth.

I felt some drool escape from my mouth and was suddenly desperate for a mirror. What a sight I must be; bound over and chained to a fucking-bench, red marks on my ass, butt plug keeping the spunk in place, dribbling from my used mouth. And my cock in a cage. I started, surprised that this was the first time in this round that I’d even registered my cock. It was completely soft still, until now, when I thought about it and then it started to press against the bars of its prison. That cage certainly underlined my status. I wondered again how this most intense of sexual experiences could leave my cock so flaccid and useless unless I thought about it in retrospect.

I looked at the three of them as they stood together, laughing and smoking and discussing something I couldn’t understand. They hadn’t got dressed yet. Then Sir said something, clapped his hands and they walked over to me…