Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, sadism, spanking, and humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea.
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"It's a long journey back to the hotel. Good slave that you are, you wouldn't mind carrying our bags for us, would you, Prasang?" asked Martin. "They're quite heavy for a couple of old codgers like us."
Prasang drew in his breath, preparing to go back into degradation mode. "No master. I'm happy to carry my masters' bags. Please, let me carry them, sir."
Both men had brought big duffle bags with long shoulder straps. Prasang bowed his head as Gary positioned one diagonally across his right shoulder so that it rested on his left hip. Martin did the same on the opposite side.
Now sporting three bags, including the one from me strapped to his chest, he looked like a laden pack mule.
"Do they feel heavy, Prasang?"
Prasang shifted his weight from one leg to the other, getting a feel for them. "Yes, they're quite heavy, master."
Martin stepped forward and attached the cuffs on the boy's wrists back onto his collar so that his arms were bound.
"Try putting them down," he said.
Prasang did as he was told. He tugged on his cuffs and shifted his hips, trying to wriggle the straps down off his body, but they held fast.
He shook his head. "I can't put them down, master."
Martin smiled, his sadism revving up. "Good."
"I don't know, though," said Gary, "He still looks a little, well, naked if you ask me...if only we could dress him up a bit for the journey back."
I patted the bulging backpack on his chest. "This is his now, it's going with him. It's got thongs, tank tops, sheer shorts, all kinds of things to choose from. I chose clothes that make him seem naked even when he isn't, didn't I, Prasang?"
"Yes, master," Prasang said, "I'll...I'll still look naked in these clothes."
"He's your own little Ken doll to dress however you want."
The two men came and unzipped the bag on his chest. They began sorting through the risque articles of clothing, holding them up one at a time and commenting to each other.
"I do love the sheer shorts. We'll have to put those on him just as soon as his bum feels a bit better."
Gary took the green, transparent shorts and held them against Prasang's pelvis.
"Oh, he'll look wonderful in these," he said, "Quite a treasure trove, Jim, thank you."
"There's this, too, if you want him to wear it." I drew the black blindfold out of my pocket.
Gary's eyes lit up. "Oh yes, that's perfect, just what he's missing!"
He positioned himself behind the bag-laden Prasang and fitted the blindfold down over his eyes. "I..." Prasang began, but then thought better of it.
He looked wonderful blindfolded. Obscuring a slave's eyes drew immediate attention to his mouth, and Prasang had such a nice one.
"Can you see anything?" Gary asked.
"No, master. Oh...ah!"
Martin had taken his big, limp cock in hand and was drawing back the foreskin to reveal its plump, purple cock head.
"My word, but this is an extraordinary tool you've got, Prasang. My mind is still blown by that load of spoof you shot earlier."
Prasang started to blush, not quite knowing how to respond to this. "Th-thank you, master."
Martin weighed the boy's cock up and down in his hand. Even flaccid, it was still long and thick. He shook his head in wonder. "Just get a feel for the heft of this thing, Gary."
Still standing behind him, Gary reached down between Prasang's legs and seized a hold of his sore, swollen balls along with the base of his cock. "Oh...ah, XUY!"
Prasang's face twisted as Gary groped and massaged. He spread his legs wider and pulled at his wrist cuffs, but was otherwise powerless to lower his arms and stop the man's hands.
"Very impressive, indeed," said Gary, waggling his rubbery cock around by its base a few times, waving it at Martin.
"Who knew they grew things so big in Thailand? What on earth do you feed this thing, Prasang?"
Prasang smiled even as he struggled, his face blushing brightly. "I was-MMF! I was born with it, master."
He spread his legs out further in the sand as Gary stroked his shaft upward.
"No doubt you were, lad. Runs in the family does it?" Martin asked, cupping the front of his penis and sliding the loose foreskin backward and forward over the head.
His cock still looked red from having comed three times.
"May I ask, is your daddy as big as you are? Did you ever get a peek at him?"
Prasang's face blushed deeper.
"No need to feel embarrassed, Prasang, I got looks at my daddy plenty of times as a lad. He was a big fellow, too. Just want to know if you ever saw your old man naked is all."
Prasang swallowed down his discomfort as the two older men fondled his cock together. His body was so athletic and virile that he was starting to get hard again.
It should have been easier now than during his last orgasm, for he had not been spanked in a while and the clothespins were gone.
"Yes, master," he began to moan as they groped him. "My mother and sisters bathed inside...MMF. Me and my father bathed with the other men...at the river."
"Oh, so you saw him naked virtually every day, then?"
"(GULP) Yes, master."
"And is his cock just as big as yours?" Martin squeezed the sizable head like a nectarine.
Prasang's mouth turned downward at the edges. He gasped out his answer. "Yes, master...yes it is."
"And what about your granddaddy? As big as the both of you?"
"Yes, master."
Martin let out a hearty laugh and clapped Prasang on the back. "Good boy, that explains everything, doesn't it. He comes from a line of strong, fit Thai men, all hung like stallions. You should be proud of your lineage, Prasang. Do you feel proud?"
He moaned as both men continued to stimulate him. "Yes, master...ah...ah...Yes, I feel proud."
Now Gary spoke up. "So, Master Jim says you're our little Ken doll, is that right, Prasang?"
"Yes, master," he continued moaning.
Gary rested his bearded chin on Prasang's shoulder and spoke directly into his ear. "But I have to say, I was always partial to Barbie myself. Did you ever play with Barbies when you were a boy?"
Prasang cleared his throat awkwardly as Gary brushed his nose against his ear. "No, master."
"Oh, that is a shame, you didn't have any little dollies to play with?"
Prasang cleared his throat again. "My older sisters had dolls, master. I...I just wrestled with the other boys. We wanted to be fighters, sir."
"So, you had older sisters, did you?" Gary kissed his ear, then dabbed his warm, wet tongue into the hole. Prasang flinched. "Did they ever, say, try to doll you up a bit? Give you a makeover? Dress you up in their clothes? Girls like to do that to their younger brothers sometimes, don't they?"
Prasang's face was burning. The backpack rose and fell with his heaving chest. He shook his head like a muzzled horse. "No, master, no never!"
It came out a little more forcefully than he probably intended. Prasang had the patience of a saint, but it had been a very long and difficult day for him.
Gary chuckled at his little outburst. "Well, I do love this collar of course, you're very handsome in it. But you're such a beautiful boy, I would like to make you even more beautiful. Would you like me to help you feel beautiful, Prasang?"
"Umm...I." He wanted to answer his master, understood that he was supposed to answer, but didn't know what to say. He was clearly uncomfortable with all these questions and probably just wanted to sink into the ground.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow. Have a girls' day out," Gary half-whispered, planting light kisses on his ear. "I'm thinking a nice, fluffy slave collar for you. Something pink and posh like a little pussy cat would wear. And a little bell on the end so you'll make a tinkling sound when you walk."
He pinched Prasang's cheek like an auntie.
"That way we'll know where you are at all times. We wouldn't want to lose track of our pretty, pretty boy, would we, Martin?"
"Oh, that's the very last thing we'd want." Having gotten Prasang's cock almost fully hard again, Martin gave it a slap.
"OH!" His natural reaction was to pull away, but Gary held him fast by the arms.
Blind and bound as he was, Prasang was at the mercy of the two men and their roving hands.
Martin slapped his erection again, first the upside, then the downside. It stiffened and bobbed immediately back into place.
"Gary and I had a little discussion earlier while you were off with Master Jim. We've got plans for you, dear lad," Martin looked rather sinister as he bounced Prasang's hardon up and down.
"You've no idea what we have in mind for you. For the next month, we're not letting you out of our sight for even a minute, not a single, solitary minute are we, Gary?"
"Definitely not. We'd be simply beside ourselves if anything became of our dear little pussy cat." Gary couldn't hold back any longer. He enveloped Prasang's ear and began sucking it hungrily.
Prasang made a silent O with his mouth, almost unable to believe what was happening to him.
"Indeed. So, for the next four weeks, you go where we go. The toilets. The shower. We are three peas in a pod, is that clear, Prasang?" Martin was getting excited, too, his voice husky with lust.
"Yes, ma- UMF!" Prasang didn't have time to finish. Martin caught his luscious, pink lips in his own.
Gary behind him released his ear and kissed his way down his neck to his bare, brown shoulder.
The three of them moaned together. Martin forced out the Thai boy's sighs as he pushed his tongue deeper down his throat, all the while lightly dribbling his hard cock up and down. He went in so far that Prasang wretched and gagged around his tongue.
The two Australians touched themselves through their cargo shorts as they roved their captive's flawless, gleaming body.
All the while, I simply stood back and watched, transfixed at what was unfolding before me on this dark, empty beach with the waves crashing behind us.
