She came to my side. “SURPRISE – talk about getting FUCKED – You are going to be royally fucked when he is done with you!”
“How could you do this to me? I wanted to be YOUR Slave – If I knew you wanted me for your husband, I wouldn’t have come.” I complained
“Don’t you think I know that – It is not much fun to supply him with a guy who is already so gay that he will be foaming at the mouth for Carlos’s cock. He has never had a guy as a slave – lest wise that I BROUGHT HOME TO HIM. We’ve been part of a BDSM group for some time – and he has enjoyed some of the other Masters and Mistress’s male slaves. I really don’t know. I like it a lot when we get together and have sex – and dominate a girl. He usually can pick up one in a bar – or maybe know one from work or someplace. Then when the Internet started – oh it was a lot of fun to just meet someone, get a feel for him or her – then use them for our pleasure. Women are fine – but most of them are naturally submissive. I get such a rush – my pussy just floods when he wrestles with another guy…pins him to the ground, and forces him to suck him off. It is just so animalistic for him to conquer another man. Breaking their will --- turning them into little boys --- or pussy’s just makes me get an ultra-fine orgasm.” She admitted.
“Well, I’m NOT GAY – and I don’t suck ANYONE OFF!” I vehemently replied.
“You don’t have to be gay. But you will be submissive, and open for him.” She snickered back at me.
“What do you think he’s going to do?” I fearfully inquired.
“What do you think? Gee – Let’s just see what we have here. You are tied to our bed. With your legs pulled over your head – and your ass – just begging for a big load of sperm to be shot into it.” She sneered at me.
I struggled against my bonds. I pulled and yanked – I didn’t budge them. Then I remembered they’re Velcro cuffs. I just need to get my hands on the end of them and I can get free. In a moment I got a hold of the cuff on my right leg. 2 pulls and its free. It fell to the bed, and I quickly went to work on the other leg.
“Carlos – he’s trying to get free – and he got a leg undone. Hurry back here and bring the handcuffs.” Tina said as she pulled my hands from my other leg cuff. I struggled and while she was able to keep my bound hands from getting to my other leg, my free leg was swinging wildly trying to knock her out of the way.
I didn’t even see Carlos come back into the bedroom, but I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my balls. Someone was clutching them and squeezing them. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed.
“Quit fighting and bring your right leg back up over your head” Carlos order me.
I still was struggling – yet gasping in pain from his grip on my poor balls. I didn’t move fast enough to suit him. So he twisted his grip of my balls, and I thought I was going to pass out. In a fog my brain registered his voice telling me to lift my leg back up. I did. Tina attached the cuff to my ankle again.
Carlos handed Tina the real metal handcuffs and she locked them on my wrists.
“Now, if the boy wants to escape – that is fine with us. He is handcuffed, naked, and in no condition to fight us both.” Carlos joyously exclaimed.
“Besides that – I met him at the strip mall, east of downtown – made him wear a blindfold. He doesn’t have a clue where we are, or how far he is from help.” Tina told Carlos – and in regard for my benefit.
“Do you know what you are?” Tina asked me.
“Trapped?” I answered.
“Good answer” She laughed.
They stood back – and I got to take a good look at Carlos after he had changed clothes. He now was dressed in black leather chaps. A rather prominent bulge was apparent under small bikini type (Speedo) underwear. His shirt was off but he had crossing leather straps from his waist to his shoulders. On each arm – from his wrist to half way up his forearm were leather bands that had many spikes protruding from them. His muscles were slightly flexed as his arms were folded across his chest. Standing next to Tina in her leather outfit made the two of them look rather powerful and dangerous.
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“What are you going to do with me?” I fearfully asked.
“Well, little BOY – we’re going to make you OBEY. When I tell you to kneel down, you’ll drop to your knees in homage to me. When I command you to suck my cock – you will gladly do it.” Carlos gleefully told his new birthday prisoner.
“Real men don’t suck cocks!!” I argued.
“So who’s a real man? Certainly not you LITTLE BOY!” Carlos mocked me.
“I am not a boy – I am a grown man.” I tried to counter.
“From where I stand there is one man in the room. He’s my husband --- YOUR NEW MASTER --- Master Carlos” Tina stated. “You’re a little boy to him. Boys do what their adult Master tells them to do. You will learn to obey him.”
“We’ll just see about that.” I spat back at her. “I am a MAN – I may not be an arrogant ass hole like him – but I’m still a man & you can’t change that fact.” I fought against my bonds – only proving to them both as well as myself that I was trapped.
Tina grinned and Carlos reached for a crop – to smack my exposed ass with. Before she could stop him – he swung and hit me on my naked butt.
“OWWwwww” I yelled out.
“Wait dear – I think we struck a nerve here. Let’s just examine the difference between a MAN and a BOY.” She looked around the room, then told Carlos “Wait here – I’ll be back in a moment to make my point perfectly clear.”
Carlos leered at me, and raised his arm again in anticipation of striking my ass. I just held my breath expecting another sharp pain in my ass. Tina returned with a tape measure one would use for sewing.
“Boy’s are usually weaker than men – right?” Tina explained as she started wrapping the measure around my right bicep. “Hmmmm 13 inches.” Then she measured Carlos’s biceps and found that they were larger. Carlos pumped them to make the number even more impressive. “Not bad – your new MASTER is 17 inches.” Then she used the measure to see that my thigh was 22 inches. She measured Carlos through the leather chaps – which must have added some to his total “He’s bigger than you here too – 25 inches.”
Both times she measured me – I was in a position where I could not flex my muscles. This made me look smaller than him. He did look impressive in that leather outfit – but I was not about to let on that I thought that.
“I’m your new Master – I’m strong. You’re my BOY and you are weak.” Carlos sneered at me.
“The hell with that – it proves nothing. I’m 6’ 3” and weigh 215 pounds. If that is not a man I don’t know what is”
“Well, my definition of a man is usually hanging between his legs.” Tina knew the answer before she ever lifted the measuring tape to my crotch. “Let’s just see what the boy has here. Ahh, all of 3 inches.” Turning back to Carlos “Would you mind pulling your underwear to the side so I can show him what a Man has between his legs.” He grabbed a side of it and hauled out a rather formidable dick. She measured it “7 inches. Oh my – you are getting turned on – it looks like it will be bigger in a minute.”
“I don’t get hard looking at some guys dick. It’s obvious that he does!” I miserably tried to defend my size.
“Look at him – he’s even hairless like a little BOY – with that little dickey laying on his stomach.” Carlos again teased me while talking to Tina. Then he focused his attention back to me after hearing my comment about getting hard. “Admit I’m the only man in the room and you’re just a feeble little BOY”
“If I were free – you wouldn’t stand a chance and you know it – I was tricked into this. You can’t possibly keep me tied up forever … “ Then I threatened him – something I wish I had not done, but I had my ego to protect “I’ll KICK YOUR ASS!!”
“You’re tied up in my bed. Rest assured I will set you free. That is for sure. But when I do – you will immediately drop to your knees and KISS MY ASS. Then you will beg to suck my cock – because that is what I will train you to do. If you are lucky I will allow you lick it. If you’re not lucky – I may choose to harm you some more.” Carlos threatened me in a frightening tone.
Then he started whipping my upturned ass with the crop. “You’re going to love this – I’ll start off easy and build it up till you just squirt all over yourself – just like you had a wet dream.” --Whap – Whoosh – Smack -- It hurt – who was he kidding. I didn’t feel the need to cum; Hell, I wasn’t even hard. -SMACK – Whoosh- He worked his way up my butt until he was hitting my exposed legs. Occasionally he would use the tip of the crop to tease the exposed underside of my cock. As the heat spread - I started getting hard. He just went back to hitting me again on the butt. -WHAP – WHAP – WHAP-
By this time, I was staring at my hard cock – and seeing the movement of his arm as he brought the crop down onto my body. -SMACK- The noise was only made worse by my howling in pain. -SMACK- Whap- I could look over at him in anticipation of the next hit and see his huge cock jutting out from the black leather that framed it so well. I felt my own cock – get another shot of life. Then more smacks to my butt and legs rained down –
I was sucking in my breath – as it was literally taken from me. -SMACK- I was trying not to cry.
“Stop it” I cried out.
He ignored me and just kept hitting my ass and thighs. WHAP – WHAP – WHAP
