Then someone stepped in front of Nye, blocking off his view of Adam and Lian. The man behind him put a hand on his forehead and pressed his head back against his shoulder while the man in front pressed himself against him full length and began to lick and bite his throat.
The man behind raised his arms over his head and someone held them by the wrists, draped back over the man's shoulders.
Sandwiched between the two men Nye was stroked, tweaked, pinched, caressed and invaded by hands that were expert at their task and he was licked, bitten, sucked and bled by mouths that were no less good at what they were doing. At some point he lost all awareness of where he was and surrendered utterly to the sensations of the mouths, hands and bodies that were pressed against him.
Soft moans were flying from his lips and his body was reacting of its own accord, trembling, twitching and writhing. If it were not for the closeness of the two men he would have fallen. He felt feverish and his entire body was on fire, burning within and without.
He barely noticed that he was being moved until suddenly the two men were gone and he didn't need the hand pressing between his shoulders to make him sink to his knees. Hands took hold of his body and positioned it with his legs spread and his torso bent forward at the waist, his chest pressed against something smooth solid and inanimate. His hands were lifted over his head and his wrists strapped and fastened to something and he was aware of straps being tightened around his thighs. It was with some surprise that he realised his eyes were closed and he couldn't open them.
There seemed to be hands all over him, caressing his head, hair, arms, shoulders, back and buttocks. He sighed with pleasure at the touches. Even when they slid into his crack and slipped a lubed finger inside him his shivering was only from pleasure. He was too used to it now to feel any disquiet from it. Whoever the finger belonged to was good, very good, an expert. Nye sighed and shuddered as it slid in and out twisting and exploring his body cavity. He barely noticed when it was joined by another.
Someone was still stroking his hair, crouching at his head and murmuring to him. He didn't register the words but he found them strangely soothing and calming. As the fingers plunged into him, demanding all his attention the hands at his head brushed the hair away from his face, tilting his head back so that his face was free from the arm that was stretched up beside it. A finger slipped between his lips and his mouth opened to accommodate it.
The finger was joined by another and together they opened his mouth so wide it made his jaw ache. Something cold and metallic was inserted into his mouth and he found he couldn't close it. He tried once or twice then gave up, not caring because now the fingers below had been replaced by something else and he grunted with something that was not quite pain as the expert hands worked in a plug that felt bigger than any he had accommodated before.
Back at his face something was rubbing against his cheek, something soft and pungent, that leaked. Realising what it was he actually found himself getting quite excited. He had always liked the feel of a cock in his mouth. But why had they clamped it open? He was in no condition to complain or refuse after all.
The cock teased him, brushing his nose, his lips, coating his face with pre cum. He would have licked it if he could but he was still entirely incapable of any deliberate movement although his body had no problem reacting with involuntary ones.
Someone slapped his arse, not hard but enough to get his attention. It was hard to concentrate on both ends at the same time. The hand slapped him again, then again; over and over, getting harder. And then the hand was replaced by something else, something flat and hard and unyielding. At first the blows were gentle but they got harder and harder as his skin, infused with blood and pumped with adrenaline grew hot but numbed.
After the first couple of blows his attention was diverted again as the cock which had been teasing his face slipped into his mouth. Now he understood the clamp. With the paddling he was getting and given his inability to control his body it would have been dangerous for the other person.
The cock was not a big one but its owner knew exactly what he was doing and he almost forgot what was happening to his bottom as it began to slide in and out of his mouth going progressively deeper and deeper until it was hitting the back of his throat. He gagged once or twice but the cock knew its business and by the time it blasted into him it was aiming straight down his throat. Reflexively he swallowed and was almost disappointed when the cock withdrew.
It was then he realised that the paddling had stopped and in almost the same instant he realised this he felt the hands on his cock. They fitted a cock ring which felt uncomfortable but not overly so and then lingered to stroke his cock and balls as something started to tickle his back. He stiffened a little at this because he knew what it was and he really hadn't enjoyed it the last time he had experienced it.
Fortunately the lash was being wielded with just as much expertise as everything else and the first few strokes were gentle and did little more than tease. As the lashing became more intense the hands on his cock and balls speeded up and another cock was inserted into his mouth. His senses were having a hard time coping with the three way sensation and gave up on him, losing him in a world of pure sensation that built in a red hot series of pulsing waves of ever increasing intensity until the pain became pleasure and the pleasure pain and the whole of it swept him away into a screaming black ocean of darkness.
***
When Adam heard Nye scream he was jolted out of his own sensual overload. He had been surprised by how turned on he was from watching what Lian's men were doing to Nye. Lian was nothing if not creative and the ministrations his own body was getting were more than complimentary to the pleasure he experienced in watching Nye. All in all he was thinking that this was not going anything like as badly as he had expected.
Lian was not being cruel to him and, in fact, by the time Nye climaxed Adam was pretty close himself, with Lian's cock sunk to its limit in his twitching arse and his own sunk to the balls in the throat of a stranger.
As his awareness jerked back to Nye, watching him convulse in the throes of an intense orgasm Lian slammed into him hard and he felt the hot wash of his ejaculation shoot deep into his guts and, in almost the same moment the stranger kneeling before him did something unspeakable with his throat, teeth, tongue and lips and all control fled as he shot powerfully and clenched on Lian, provoking another hot spurt and the pleasure of hearing Lian grunt and hiss, his hand, on Adam's waist, clutching at him, clawing the skin.
Adam moaned and shuddered closing his eyes as he was milked of the last of his seed. Lian slipped out of him and slapped his arse hard. The other man rose and walked away to stand head bowed and waiting at the side of the room.
"Well done Adam. You haven't lost your touch and you seemed to enjoy the show, at least you didn't complain and so you shall have your reward." Lian reached up and released the strap that held the ball gag in place letting it fall from Adam's mouth. "Your boy is ripe for the fucking. Ready for his finale so to speak. You have the choice Adam. What shall it be? Robert? The machine? Or would you like to fuck him yourself with something spiky strapped on for added interest?"
Adam's mind reeled. This was too much.
"Hasn't he had enough? You've taken your pleasure, and don't tell me you haven't enjoyed it every bit as much as I have. Even in the condition you've put him in he still performs well. He's a natural. He's given enough, and so have I. Let him be."
"How touching. Now you see why it hasn't been enough. Choose Adam."
"Not Robert."
"Alright. Robert can sit this one out." He nodded to a VERY large man who stood obediently waiting behind Nye. Robert bowed and stepped back. "So what? You or the machine?"
Adam licked his lips. He did not want Nye subjected to the machine. It was essentially a fucking machine with a padded plug attached to a mechanical arm that pumped unrelentingly while another part, attached to the cock and balls used suction to devastating ends.
"What would I have to wear?"
"Oh I don't know. I'm thinking the 'crown of thorns'."
"No. Not that."
"Make your choice Adam. I intend to hurt the boy. He needs to experience real pain and I am convinced that you will never give it to him... so I am doing him a favour. One or the other. Choose."
***
When Nye regained consciousness it was to a world of confusion. Someone was stroking his hair and whispering to him. The voice sounded familiar. Adam. He tried to raise himself to look at him but realised that he was strapped down and only then did he remember where he was and what had happened.
"Be strong baby. It won't be long, not long now." What did he mean and why did he sound so...?
Nye stopped wondering when hands took hold of his hips and moved them slightly while other hands, which could have been gentler worked out the plug. He gasped at the initial stab of pain and the strange, empty feeling it left him with after. That feeling did not last when the plug was replaced by another that was smaller and so fitted in easily but seemed to penetrate much deeper than any he had experienced before.
