I was standing there naked apart from a hoodie and a mess of nylon rope around my dick and balls (and the gagball in my ass), at the whims of Jamar and his two friends, and at the mercy of Markus Johnson, old enough to be their fathers, and one of the most respectable businessmen in town.
Mr. Johnson looked at me, then said 'Jamar, you can't really think he's going to leave the hoodie on, right?' at which point I slipped it off.
Then came my first lesson: Mr J looked angrily at Jamar and said 'I thought the kid was yours. You haven't even taught him that yet?'
Jamar seemed to go a bit red, then slapped me hard across the face. 'Just because someone suggests you do something doesn't mean you do it unless I order it. You're not stupid, right?'
That was when it hit me that this was about them, not me. Mr J commented that the hit was pretty pathetic, but he'd see. Then he turned to Greg and Antwon and said: 'It will be better than this, right?' As soon as they said yes he told them to get Jamar stripped, at least below the waist, and to do the same to themselves. So there were the three huge bare black dicks that had just spent hours using me, softer than I had seen them all night.
Mr J then told them to strap Jamar up, which meant putting some kind of huge rubber strap over his head and around his waist, then pulling his dick behind and wrapping it twice just under his dickhead, at which point Mr J hit his dick until it started going hard. I would soon learn that hitting one hard was seen as more masculine than just jerking. Then he told them to strap it up once more, and he pulled Jamar's balls out front. So I guess that was where they had learned one of their earlier tricks. And doing that started getting both of them a bit hard, which clearly pleased Mr J.
Mr J then started inspecting me. He rubbed his fingers through my blond hair, and said he could imagine why Jamar liked that, as he also tugged firmly. Then he inspected my chest and seemed pleased at the bruise on my left nipple, just saying 'It better have been you that did this, Jamar.'
Jamar seemed to be getting a bit agitated, but Mr J said 'You better not make me tie you up.'. Then he ordered Antwon to make the bruise bigger, and told Greg to get some clips. I did my best not to let out any noise as Antwon did as commanded, which seemed to have the strange effect of making my dick start to go hard. Mr J hit it, both making me wince and making it go harder. He then pushed Antwon's head down so he bit harder, and said 'Do it hard enough that Jamar will think twice before he makes us do his job for him again.'
Greg brought back what looked like two big metal paper clips. Mr J told Greg to give them to Jamar, as he said 'You do know what these are for, right?'. Jamar said 'Yes Sir' and proceeded to clip them to my nipples. Again, I did my best not to let out too much noise, altho I did less better than with the bite. That seemed to please Mr J, especially as Jamar reclipped me a couple of times.
As soon as he was done, Mr J hit the clips, making me wince out loud again, and knocking one to the floor. 'Damn, man, I have trained you, right?' And with that he clipped it on tighter, then pulled both to make sure they would stay. My nipples were already sorer than I could ever remember them having ever been before.
'You know if you're going to have a boyfriend, he has to be masculine, and he has to want you no matter how many others go after him, right?' to which Jamar said 'Yes Sir' at the same time his dick flexed harder. 'I won't have any of my guys being content. Ever. So if you're going for love you have to know I will do my best to make sure it's active. Or I'll kill it.' And Jamar again said 'Yes Sir.'
Mr J then congratulated Antwon on the hickey he had left. 'Good to make guys wonder. It could always be a girl, and of course I wouldn't mind knowing that hot men hit on him, but anyone who sees him naked has to know he's passionate.' Then he raised my arm and told Greg to bring him the clippers, at which point he trimmed my armpits, and then my pubes. 'This blond shit is hot, so we'll leave a little. But I don't care if he's seen by a man or a woman, I want them wondering who the hell he has sex with, and lusting.' I looked at Jamar, and noticed that his dick was hard now, and saw him kind of blow me a kiss, which of course made me hard as well. Mr J still saw, and told Greg and Antwon to tighten Jamar's restraint. His dick was pulled tight towards his ass in the back, easily going way past his hole, and strapped tight by the rubber just under his shaft (that was how Adrian had made me fuck myself earlier). Mr J then hit his dick, and it looked like pretty hard: 'At least the bitch keeps you hard,' laughing a bit as he added 'as well as your friends,' noticing that both Antwon and Greg were also hard, although swinging freely.
Mr J then turned to the mess around my dick: 'What the hell is this supposed to be?' as he played with the nylon ropes. Jamar almost started to explain, but Mr J interrupted him: 'You can tell these aren't nearly tight enough, right?' as Jamar knelt down, said 'Sorry Sir' and started tigtening. 'It's also too damn much rope, kid. Plus they have to be tight enough to leave some kind of marks just in case anyone looks closely enough to wonder. A couple of bruises on his dick and balls won't hurt.'
Jamar then seemed to know just what to do, and threw away half the rope as he tightened the straps around my balls and the base of my dick, which he then threw up around my neck to tighten. At that point Mr J stopped him, saying 'Don't tell me you haven't made this kid suck himself yet.'
Jamar clearly blushed then, as Mr J again scolded him: 'Why the hell go for a bitch with a big dick if you're not going to make him use it?' And within minutes the three of them picked me up and put me on a table, then bent me forward, telling me to pull my legs in with my hands, as Jamar seemed to want me to take it easy and stop with just licking my dickhead, although Greg and Antwon forced me to swallow the whole head.
I'd be lying to say I wasn't somehow pleasantly surprised that I was able to do it. Plus the distraction put me in my own world for at least a few minutes. And who would have guessed I would actually enjoy sucking on my own dick, as my precum started flowing down my own throat, making me even hornier.
That seemed to be the first time Mr J really seemed pleased, as he grabbed my freshly shaved nuts hard, then the base of my hard dick and neck, as he succeeded in forcing almost a third of my dick down my throat, then ordered Jamar to now secure the rope around the base of my dick to my neck. 'I knew he had to be that limber' as he spread my legs further apart and watched as Jamar and his buddies proceeded to harden my dick by hitting it, then stretched and jerked it until I couldn't help but shoot a huge load right down my own throat, even ripping it out of my mouth in the middle of one shot, covering one eye and a bit of my face with the cum I missed, which seemed to please all of them. In the meantime he had also started filming bits and pieces, smiling as he said 'I'm sure this will come in handy somehow,' squeezing his crotch for the first time. As I shot yet again, he squoze my dick hard, somehow making me shoot the second time even harder than the first time.
With that I felt exhausted, and finally relieved as he untied me, then said 'Before we strap him up like he should be, give me one of those rods, Jamar.'
With that Jamar gave me one of it looked like three steel rods Mr J had given him earlier, almost looking a bit worried. Then Mr J told Jamar to spit on it, and to hold my semi-hard dick steady. I was a bit scared at that point, but somehow Mr J comforted me by telling Jamar he didn't need to worry: 'You know there's no point in hurting the kid' as he started working the rod into my piss slit.
At that point I laid back and tried to relax, with no idea of what else I could possibly do. Surprisingly, that seemed to help the two of them work the rod in more easily, as Jamar spit a bit more while Mr J basically fucked the rod into my dick. The coldness of the rod along with everything else made me start going hard again, as Mr J got Antwon and Greg involved in stretching my balls and tightening the ropes as he worked the whole rod in, at which point everyone except Jamar took turns fucking my dick with the rod. I closed my eyes, way beyond belief in terms of what was happening, jolted back to my senses as a second rod started going in: 'We might actually be able to really fuck this kid's dick at some point, guys. I'm am sure we'll be able to at least do some injecting--this kid's going to be fun.'
I was brought fully back to my senses as I felt what proved to be Greg's hand pulling my head back, opening my mouth, and fucking my throat: 'There's no need to waste it, right?'. And with that, after just a couple of thrusts his huge dick was buried in my throat and shooting hard. Seeing Antwon do the same thing almost got Mr J naked, although the ever-composed man just said 'You know my first load's going up his ass, if we ever get there.'
He then supervised them as they removed the two rods, then strapped me up more or less like they had done to Jamar, with the addition of a stretch as he managed to bend my semi-hard dick between my legs and stretched the rope up around my neck from behind. Going hard relieved the pain a bit, but of course Mr J then had Jamar tighten the rope: 'Not a reason in the world not to work his dick out properly--the kid clearly knows how to work out the rest of his body. Plus I love a useless white dick being used by black men.'
Mr J then told me to relax.
Really?
But of course I would learn otherwise: as I laid back and relaxed (honestly exhausted, feeling sub-human, somehow), he spread my legs and continued inspecting me, commenting to Jamar that he 'wasn't entirely displeased' with Jamar's choice, and clearly engaging Jamar ever more in the process. 'There is something missing here tho, no?' he said as Jamar now smiled his somehow evil smile (which somehow relieved me since he really had looked a bit worried , then leaned down between my spread legs and proceeded to leave a second hicky just under my balls on the soft inside of my leg. As I involuntarily screamed, Mr J pushed my rock-hard dick even further towards my ass and smiled: 'We might really have some serious fun ahead of us, boys.'
(Some of you might recognize this as ALWB 15, although hopefully you will find that it works as its own story as well.)
jonslsb | 22 Oct 2011
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