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Subject: Master Amon – Part 2 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between dominant men and submissive teenage boys. Please consider donating to Nifty at fty/donate.html Gay – Authoritarian: M+/t+ oral anal – – – – – Master Amon – Part 2 The next day, I was still in the basement-cum-dungeon with Six and Seven. There was a heater on, but it only managed to take the chill off the brick and concrete room. Sleeping in the nude, on a concrete floor, didn’t make me very happy. I cursed my luck, but knew that it was all my own fault. Apparently, drugs had brought Six and Seven to this dark place; but in my case, it was a kink in my DNA that had led me astray. When the lights came on, Master Amon and Lloyd came down the stairs with a Mr. Russell. It took the man some twenty minutes to set up his tripod and camera. Mr. Russell wanted to make me an Internet sensation, but he needed more light. The three men kept coming and going with photofloods, tripods and extension cables for almost an hour. Mr. Russell liked the look of Six and Seven, but I was the bondage boy he wanted first. “It’s fuckin’ bright in here, John,” said Lloyd to Mr. Russell. “Those photofloods might blow the main fuse.” “Nah,” said John. “I’ve filmed down here lots of times.” A few minutes later, I was standing beneath the electric hoist. John’s movie camera was recording me being tied up with a complicated array of ropes. My body was restrained, from top to bottom, with at least a dozen long ropes. Diamond shapes began to appear in the rope-work as I was decoratively bound in red rope. Master Amon and his two henchmen were dressed entirely in black, so I looked ultra weak standing naked and bound alongside them. “Right,” said Master Amon. “That’s the final knot tied.” “Good, good,” said John. “Now get the hoist hook attached to those back loops, Leo. And Winston, lift his left leg off the floor, so that Master Amon can tie it off to the back loops.” I stood precariously on one leg as the men secured me to the hoist and tied my left ankle to the ropes behind my back. I must have looked like a kinky flamingo with my left leg round the wrong way. “Right,” said Master Amon. “On my mark, lift his right leg off the floor and let him float in mid-air.” There were hands all over my body as I suddenly left terra firma. My right ankle was quickly tied to the back loops as the hoist lifted me up. I spun round and round as someone slapped my arse. “Excellent!” said John. “Now toy with his cock and ball-sac as the hoist takes him up to the max.” Within seconds, my cock was rock-hard and liking all the attention it was receiving from Leo and Winston. I so liked being a slave puppet at that precise moment in time. I looked at Seven and smirked in triumph. I slowly spun round as the two men took full advantage of my restained body. John’s camera captured every moment of my sexual aerobatics. The ropes around my chest and under my arms took most of the body weight, with the hoist hook secured to the same ropes at the back, between my shoulder blades. I floated in the air, with my legs bent at the knees and tied off, for what seemed like ages. Everyone else in the room, including John, decided to toy with my cock and ball-sac as I hung there, completely helpless. My cock was so stiff as I was edged by all six men and boys. “Damn!” said John. “I’m ataköy escort really getting off on this scene. The boy looks so-o-o fucking good hanging there, with that awesome stiffy.” “Oh, shit!” I yelled. “I’m… Aaaarrrrggh!” My cock-head flared as jets of spunk flew through the air. The camera quickly zoomed in to record every last second of my climax. My whole body jerked around in mid-air as I continued to yell and curse. Still reeling from my climax, I watched as Six and Seven wanked themselves off at a blistering rate of knots. I was now as addicted to this rope bondage as Seven was, if not more so. Several more jets of my spunk flew through the air as I watched the two teenagers climax. My cock was still rock-hard and reluctant to take a respite. Meanwhile, Master Amon was getting ready to airlift another slave. I was slowly lowered to the floor and released from the hoist hook. Leo and Winston carried me over to the fucking stool by my rope bonds. They then untied me and argued over who should fuck me next. Neither wanted to play second fiddle, so Master Amon suggested that they flip a coin. I was held down a few minutes later and lanced by Winston first, and then by Leo for twice as long. * * * I was put in a van some two weeks later and sent off to visit Master Bourne. “Stand in the middle of the room, boy,” ordered Master Bourne, “and don’t move an inch.” He was standing behind me, but I could feel him scrutinizing my naked body. Silently he walked up behind me. “Fucking great body you have there, bitch,” he said. “And now it’s all mine for a few months. Isn’t that so, slave?” “Yes, Sir.” “I’m going to begin by examining your skinny, compliant body. Then I’m going to punish you for being so pretty. Six strokes across the arse should do the trick. Next, I’m going to play with your cock and ball-sac for a long, long time.” His hand gently trailed down my back. I shivered with excitement from his touch. He then cupped my arse-cheeks, clearly enjoying the feel of my naked body. “Bend over, slave.” He inspected my hole, running his finger over my anus. Then, without warning, and without any preparation, he rammed a finger into my arsehole. I cried out in pain and shock. “Not as tight as I was expecting,” he said. “Too many black shafts, I guess.” Suddenly, the finger was withdrawn as swiftly as it had been pushed in. “Stand upright, slave.” I stood up, and immediately the probing finger was held under my nose and in front of my mouth � I knew what I was supposed to do, and so sucked it into my mouth. I could taste my arse as I cleaned it off – good job Leo had given me a nice hot bath before dumping me in the van. Whilst he stood directly behind me, his hands explored the front of my body. His fingertips ran over my chest and belly with the gentlest of touches. They played with my nipples for a minute or so; then suddenly, they pinched my nips savagely. A short, fierce twist made me move back into his body � I could feel his body heat through his shirt. “Nice reaction, bitch,” he said. “But didn’t I tell you not to move?” “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” His hands released my nipples and three hard slaps to my arse quickly followed. Then he walked round to the front of me. “Fucking sweet,” he said. “And to think that this trim body now belongs to me.” I knew I had a good body. John had said it was superb, and so-o-o photogenic. Everything was there for a horny boy-lover to play with. His hand traced around my cock, as it twitched in its rock-hard state. merter escort “You seem to like that, bitch.” He weighed my balls in his hand, then began to squeeze them …. tighter and tighter. The feeling changed from a gentle caress to a painful clench. Part of me wondered what on earth was going on, but then I realised how horny I was getting. He let go, and hit my ball-sac six times with his hand. He then punched me really hard, which made me doubled over in pain. “Stay still, slave!” he snapped, “or I’ll have to give you a few more slaps.” As I pulled up straight again, I noticing that he was rubbing his bulge � Master Bourne was really getting turned on by this training session …. but then, so was I. He walked round me several times, ogling my compliant body. I was totally exposed, and he loved it. Then he stood behind me again, pulled my body against his, and began to kiss my neck � I was in heaven. I moaned involuntarily, and my body squirmed in his arms. After a while he released me, and came to stand in front of me. “You’re so pretty, slave. A real treasure.” He gently took hold of my head and began to kiss my lips. At first, a couple of pecks, but soon he was French-kissing me with a real passion. He then stood back and smiled. “Well, that was a pretty good start,” he said. “Don’t you think so, bitch?” “Yes, Sir. Amazing!” “That cock of yours looks like it’s right on the edge, and about to shoot its load. That’s not allowed until I’ve finished the examination, so you must curb your lusty urges.” “Yes, Sir.” “Master Amon has done a fine job,” he said. “You are so polite and submissive. A real treasure.” “Thank you, Sir. Master Amon likes to keep his slaves in check with a long, supple cane.” “Right,” he continued. ‘Let’s get on. Whenever I’m not using you as a slave, you kneel on the floor. You spread your knees wide apart, to make access to your ball-sac easier, and place your hands behind your back.” I quickly assumed the described position. “If I say ‘Inspection’, you adopt the same position; but with hands on your head. Right, ‘Inspection’.” My hands went up, and a swift kick to my ball-sac was my reward. “Looking good, bitch.” He walked over to the bed and picked up a cane. “Now, six strokes across the arse-cheeks should do it. So stand up and bend over, hands on your knees.” The cane came down hard on my right arse-cheek, then my left arse-cheek, then my right, then… I wasn’t counting, all I knew was that he was making a point: I was way too pretty for my own good. “Why am I punishing you, boy?” “For being so pretty, Sir.” “Correct,” he said. “Your arse is looking nice and red now. Master Amon would be so proud.” I was panting, my heart was racing. I’d never been in such a horny position before – most teenagers would hate being caned in the nude like this. But not me, I loved being used and abused by powerful, single-minded men. Without warning, the cane hit my sore arse again. “An extra one for luck,” he said. “Now stand up straight and thank me, bitch.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Good, boy.” he said, as he made a noise that sounded like a cat purring. He grabbed me, and kissed me deeply. His hands then began to caress my burning arse-cheeks. “You took that punishment well, bitch. You know I need to punish you to make you into a good sex slave.” “Yes, Sir.” “It looks like you’ve made a little puddle there, bitch,” he said, pointing to the floor. “Your cock has been leaking bodily fluids. So clean it up, with your tongue only.” I dropped bahçeşehir escort to the floor and lapped up the liquid. I then went into my kneeling position; and as I did so, my heels grazed my sore arse and made me flinch. “Lie on the bed, slave,” he ordered. “Flat out, on your back.” He pulled my arms to the edge of the bed and secured my wrists to leather cuffs. He did the same to my legs and ankles. I was now spread-eagled, totally exposed, and totally helpless. He ran his fingertips gently over my chest. I shuddered as they passed over me. He played with my nipples, twisting them, pinching them � at first it was gentle, but then it got harsher and harsher. He then left them alone. “Look at these, boy.” He was holding a pair of nipple clamps. They looked quite scary, and I knew they were going to hurt. I let out a squeal as they were attached. My body strained against the cuffs, but I couldn’t move more than a few inches. Master Bourne left them there for a minute or so, clearly enjoying my discomfort. He then began to play with them, twisting and tugging at the link-chain – my pain was clearly giving him pleasure. He left the clamps in place and moved on. A riding crop was then used on my torso. It began, with gentle flicks, to beat me. Up and down it went, striking my cock and ball-sac, and then the insides of my thighs. Every single blow made me flinch. My cock was twitching and threatening to shoot its load. I was desperate to wank off, but knew that I wasn’t going to get the chance. The crop then went up and down my hard-standing stem, with the cock-head getting lots of attention. I was now delirious, and had lost all track of time – it felt like I had been held captive for hours. “Right, slave,” he said. “I need you to calm down. I don’t want you shooting your bolt too early.” He then walked out the room. Initially, my mind was awash with horny thoughts, but then I realised that I was there to please Master Bourne, so that meant getting flaccid again. By the time he came back, I had managed to get my cock nice and soft. * * * Master Bourne ran his hand over my belly and flaccid cock. “You’re turning into a good slave, Kevin,” he said. “You really are a proper submissive, aren’t you?” “Yes, Sir. I think so.” “Right,” he said. “Let’s get you up on all-fours.” He released the cuffs and helped me to get into position. “Fucking sweet,” he continued, as he probed my hole a bit. “Feels good down here, boy. When was you last fucked?” “Two days ago, Sir.” “Well, let’s get your arse back in gear. It’s going to hurt …. I’m not going to grease you up. So get ready to be rubbed raw.” He then pushed in hard. I tried desperately to relax, but still felt the pain as his cock went straight in, right to the hilt. His arms wrapped round me, holding my whole body right up next to him. Slowly my arse began to get used to the invading stem. Then the fucking began in earnest. Slowly at first, but always the full length of his cock; then the pace increased. Soon he was ramming in and out faster than I could imagine possible. Suddenly, he pulled out and leapt in front of me. He rammed his cock, fresh from my arse, down my throat. It was still slick with my arse juices, but soon I got used to the taste � in fact, I loved it. Then another change. He threw me onto my back and began fucking me again. “Do you want this load up your arse, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, Sir.” The fucking got harder and harder, faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close, and I could feel his cock swelling up inside me. His orgasm cascaded through my entire body; and when it subsided, he pulled out and lay back on the stripped-down bed. We rested on the bed, with my head against his chest. I felt secure there, with his arm wrapped round me. We were both exhausted by the training session, so I must have fallen asleep.

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