Chapter 5
Gregor continued to fuck Davey for another dozen strokes, then yanked his cock out, leaving the boy's ass clutching and opening and closing in reflex around the meat that was no longer there. The instructor wiped his lips, looking around at the other boys.
"Andrew! Get over here!"
The little fellow came running at the call, fell to his knees behind Davey. An instant later Davey felt Andrew's tongue probing at his rectum, diving as deep as the little boy could force it. He gasped, the sensation cooling and pleasant.
Then Gregor was standing in front of him again, his cock shit-covered. He reached down to release the straps around Davey's wrists, and when the boy rose up, grabbed him by the hair, shoving the dirty cock into his mouth again.
"Suck me clean, boy!"
Gagging, Davey did as the other said, his stomach turning. The taste of his own excrement was disgusting, and he thought he was going to be sick. But Gregor's hands on the back of his head urged him on to the finish, the instructor lifting his balls and examing his prick when he pulled out again.
"Fair," he conceded. "Let's see how you are on the stretchers."
His foot shot out, kicking Andrew away from Davey's ass. The little fellow rolled and tumbled away, then scrambled to his feet, jumping out of Gregor's way. Now Davey saw that Andrew's prick was hard.
Gregor noticed at the same moment, grinning. "The baby's got a hard-on. Got to take a piss, little one?"
Andrew blushed. "Yes sir."
"Okay. Go piss on Howard."
The little boy trotted toward the tiled depression, where Howard was still prisoner. There was a grin on his face as he stood over the one who had so recently tormented him with his tremendous cock, and Andrew tried to bend his own stiff prick down from its position flat against his belly. There was a look of pleading on Howard's face as he stared up at the boy, but Andrew ignored it.
"What are you waiting for, boy?" It was Klaus. "Gregor told you to piss!"
Andrew stopped pushing on his cock, settled for holding it angled away from his belly. He concentrated, and suddenly a golden spurt shot straight up, as from a fountain. The piss splattered about the prisoner's knees and thighs when it arched to earth again, and the boy pushed his cock farther forward so that the stream carried onto Howard's belly and chest. Then he sidled around the edge of the tiled basin, carefully directing the stream until it hit the strapped-down boy in the face.
"Open your mouth, Howard!" That was Michael as he snapped his short whip. "Drink it!"
Anguished, Howard did as instructed, his lips falling open as Andrew brought the stream down to fill his mouth. It was too much for Howard to take all at once. His throat worked as some of the golden liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, coursing down his cheeks.
Davey stared, fascinated, and then winced as Gregor's hand caught the back of his neck, the fingers squeezing and hurting.
"Do you want to be there instead of Howard?" the instructor asked, softly.
"No sir!"
"You'll obey every order then, won't you?"
"Yes sir!"
"Without question?"
"Yes sir!"
"Even if I tell you to cut off your own cock."
Davey hesitated, and Gregor burst into laughter. Suddenly the pinching hand shoved him forward.
He stumbled, and before he could recover his balance, his hand was captured and rope twisted around it. Another rope caught the other wrist, and then he was being hoisted into the air until his toes were just above the level of the floor. Gregor bent, fastening ropes about his ankles. When he straightened, they were pulled tight, stretching Davey's legs apart.
The ropes burned on wrist and ankle, but the pain of being suspended was worse. Davey winced, smothering the cry that wanted to burst from his lips. But he couldn't keep the grimace that was contorting his features from his face.
"Comfortable?" Gregor grinned as he tested the tension on the ropes, and then he reached down to cup Davey's cock. The boy was embarrassed to realize that he was as erect as ever. What was the matter with his body, responding this way to torture?
Gregor twisted, and Davey gasped as pain shot through his balls. Then his cock was being pushed straight down until all the pain was concentrated in the roots.
"Please! Don't..."
The instructor's hand slammed against his face. "Shut up, boy! You speak only when you're spoken to!"
Tears ran down Davey's cheeks and he sobbed uncontrollably, but the reaction was the one the sadistic instructor had wanted. He released Davey's cock and walked around the boy, surveying his handiwork. Davey knew that, he was there, behind him. He wanted to twist around and see what Gregor was doing, but he was afraid that the movement would bring another punishing slap.
Then Gregor's hands moved around him from behind, palms sliding over Davey's chest and belly and down to his thighs. The instructor moved closer, his loin cloth pressing against Davey's ass, his chest against the boy's back as his fingers found the tiny nubbins of the boy's nipples. Suddenly he pinched them hard.
"Oh! Obhhh!"
Davey could not restrain the gasp as pain shot straight into his tits. He jerked against his bonds, his head thrown back and nearly hitting Gregor in the face. He heard the instructor's breath hiss in, and tensed for the expected blow as Gregor released him, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched together.
But the blow did not come. Instead, Gregor was doing something with the ropes holding the boy. For a second they went slack, Davey sagging almost to the floor, and then they were pulled taut again, sharply, the pain shooting through his joints as he was raised several more inches into the air.
Gregor touched him again, his hard cock rubbing against Davey's ass. Then he was gone, and the ropes went slack and tightened once more in a final adjustment. This time when Gregor came back his cock was out of its restraints, the bulbous head rubbing between Davey's cheeks.
"Ohhhhh!"
Gregor stabbed into him, his hands holding Davey's hips as his cock drove straight into the boy's ass until it was buried to the balls. Davey yelped, and tried to leap away, but the ropes held him so tightly that he could not move, keeping him in the exact perfect position for the instructor to fuck him.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah! You're tight, boy -- I like that! I like tight boy asses!"
Gregor was breathing in Davey's ears, wiggling around against the boy as though trying to seat his cock a little more perfectly. The man's breath was hot on the boy's cheek, and now his tongue probed into his ear, the tips of his fingers moving lightly over the boy's chest and belly and thighs. He cupped Davey's cock and stroked it a few times.
"D'you like that, slave?"
"Yes sir!" Davey gasped. He didn't like it, not at all! But why was his cock betraying him, staying so hard, feeling so good?
"D'you like being a slave, boy?"
"Yes sir!"
"That's good. We're gonna make you very happy, boy."
Gregor fucked against him, pulling out an inch or two and riding in again as his fingers masturbated Davey's cock and rubbed the boy's balls. The instructor's other, arm encircled his chest, palm rubbing gently, suggestively, enticingly over belly and tits.
"James! Get over here!"
From the corner of his eye Davey saw another boy leap to his feet and come running at Gregor's call. He was only a little alder than Andrew, perhaps eleven, but he already had hair around his balls and his cock showed signs of development.
"Suck David!"
James fell on his knees, wrapping his arms around Davey's legs. The bound boy was hoisted just far enough into the air that the newcomer was forced to keep his back straight. His lips found Davey's tight balls, sucking them in and rolling them around, separating them with the tip of his tongue while Davey's cock pushed up beside his nose.
Gregor sighed with pleasure as he worked his ass against Davey, both hands holding the prisoner by the chest now. The instructor shifted his weight from one foot to the other, each time his cock probing against the wall of the rectum and sending spasms of sexual pleasure into the boy. Davey's cock was burning against James' face, and then he gasped as the boy rose up to take his prick deep into his mouth.
"Oh! Ohhhhh, yes! Ahhhhhhhhh, please!"
"You're noisy, boy." Gregor whispered the words against Davey's ears, nibbling with his lips. "Keep it up, and I'll give you something to talk about."
Suddenly his teeth caught Davey's lobe, biting down sharply. Pain shot through the ear, and Davey gasped again, but he held back the cry of anguish. Gregor chuckled softly as he nuzzled his neck.
"That's better, boy. That's much better." There was pain again, this time in his tits. Davey arched his back, but kept his teeth clenched, wincing. The instructor's hands moved down to his belly, yanking him back until Gregor's cock was seated firmly again. All the while James kept sucking on Davey's cock, taking all of it at every stroke, rising up to almost let the glans escape from his lips, holding his balance by holding tight to Davey's knees. The added weight was additional pain, his arms feeling as though they must rip from his sockets. The sexual sensation as his cock surged in and out of the boy's mouth was enough to almost make him forget the hurting.
"What's a slave good for?" Gregor asked, suddenly.
Davey gasped again as the instructor's loins humped against his ass. "For whatever his master wants!"
"Not bad. You've got the right idea, boy. By the time you're sold you'll be a perfect slave."
Again the hump of loins, coming at the instant when James had all of Davey's cock in his mouth. Again Davey gasped, sighing.
"Feel good, slave boy?"
"Yes!"
Gregor chuckled. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me, sir!" Davey knew that was the right response. "Fuck me!"
"Yeah, boy! Yeahhhhhhhh!"
The hands never stopped roaming, sliding gently, poking and probing at the bound boy's body, moving down to cup the sucking boy's head. Gregor grabbed the back of James' skull and forced him down on Davey, the boy sucking eagerly, his teeth nibbling at the swollen shaft, the cockhead pushing against the roof of his mouth. The younger boy moved his fingers up the back of Davey's legs, through Gregor's thighs, to feel and cup the great hairy balls of the man as they hung below the entrance to Davey's body.
"Yeabhhhbh! Suck! Fuck!"
His ass worked again and again. He began a steady stroking, fucking slowly and gently into Davey's ass, riding out perhaps half the length of his shaft each time then pushing back in before the bound boy could catch his breath. The mushroom shaped glans spread the walls of the rectum as they moved through the pliant casing, the sensation firing the boy to a height he had never before imagined. He writhed, twisting around to try and sink farther down against that beautiful sucking fucking combination of man and boy, wanting to feel his cock all the way in James' belly, wanting Gregor's cock to rip him apart.
"Oh! Ohhhh! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me!"
"Yeah, boy! Yeah! You're a good 'un, you're a nice one. Tight ass, nice tight asshole."
The instructor was loving the boy now, enjoying the sensation as his cock spread Davey's rectum wide, probing up and pushing forward, throwing his weight against the unresistent body. Pain was shooting through Davey's arms and legs, pain from the ropes holding him tightly, but he ignored it, felt only the sensation centered in his loins, in his cock and in his ass. He gasped, sucked in air as he tried to work his ass back against Gregor's rising stoke, trying to take all of the wonderful cock.
"Oh! Ohhh, sir! Sir! I'm coming!"
Now his stroking worked his loins forward, against the younger boy sucking on him as Gregor increased the speed of his fucking, throwing himself into Davey now with an effort that brought his cock riding back until only the sphincter clenching tight about the base of the cockhead kept the wonderful living meat stick deep inside the boy. Davey's asshole tightened, tightened, tightened, never relaxing, trying to squeeze Gregor's cockhead off, trying to swallow up the man's meat, while the boy's fingers worked futilely against his bonds in the desire to grab James by the head, wanting to pull the boy against his groin, wanting to fuck deep into the little one's face.
"Ohhhhhhhh, help me! AHHHHHHHH!"
He was spurting, his seed shooting forward to be swallowed eagerly by the younger boy, James' lips sealed about Davey's groin as the older boy's balls jumped against his chin, the beautiful tremendous rubbing sensation of Gregor's cockhead against his prostate pumping out the seminal juices to mix with the spilling from his testicles.
"AGGCGHHHHIIIIEEEE!"
Davey sagged as his balls drained, his loins emptied of life force, his muscles relaxing completely around Gregor's cock. He hung low in the ropes, head back, tears streaming from his eyes as James continued to suck on his dry stick until it hurt.
"Please!" he said, crying. "Please, no more, stop! I can't, I can't!"
"You can!" It was Gregor, whispering again into his ear. "You will! You must obey when I tell you, when your master instructs you! Your body is mine, I can do whatever I want with it. I want you to come again, I want you to be sucked until your cock is twice the size it is now!"
"Oh, please, please!"
"I do please! I please to use you, boy! You are my slave! My slave!"
Suddenly his cock was pumping against air, the lack of wet lips almost comforting and then the lips were there again, teeth nibbling. He looked down, saw through tear-streaked eyes that James had been knocked away by a single blow of Michael's hand, the boy sprawling on the floor and rubbing his face with the back of his hand. Another boy was on Davey's cock now, one rougher, teeth digging into the tender, swollen flesh.
"You'll come again!" Gregor said, softly. "You will come again and again, until I decide that you have come enough!"
"It hurts!"
"It will hurt more if I cut it off!"
"Ohhihhhhh, please."
"Shut up!"
Suddenly another rope was dangling before Davey's eyes, a single loop. It fell below the edge of his vision, Gregor's hand holding him back so that he couldn't look down. A moment later he heard a yelp and the lips about his cock came away. Then the boy who had been sucking him was hoisted into the air by his ankles, raised until his body was swinging back and forth only inches in front of Davey.
"Suck him!"
Even as Gregor's voice demanded the action the boy's cock was shoved against Davey's face. He opened his lips, accepting the cock, sucking it deeply and felt the lips moving about his own prick again, taking the sore and bruised flesh all the way in. Rough rope snaked around his waist, around the hanging boy, binding them together. A second followed, around Davey's chest and the other boy's waist, pulled tight by Michael and locked into place.
"Suck, you bastards!" said Gregor, pulling his cock from Davey's asshole. "Suck, until your balls fall off!"
Now Davey was more completely a prisoner than ever, the weight of the other boy dragging down against him and adding to the strain on his arms. But the cock was in his mouth, filling him and choking him, the length longer than his own and rougher. The boy was nearly as thick as Tommy. He tried to twist away, clear his nose from the boy's sagging balls so that he could breathe easier, but Gregor's hands cuffed him sharply.
"None of that! Suck, you bastards! Suck!"
There was nothing else to do but accept, to pull deep on that cock-stick in his mouth, sucking with all of his strength in hopes that the boy would come quickly. There was no sexual pleasure in this even as the boy worked against his own prick, holding onto Davey's thighs in the same effort to make Davey come quickly, shoot quickly, the blood rushing to the prisoner's head. They worked together, sucking together, pulling deep on each other's pricks.
"Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Suddenly Gregor's cock shot up his ass again. But the instructor wasn't there, it was a dildo. Davey was unable to see who was working it in and out of his asshole. Gregor was there to his side, grinning as he looked at the seal where boy-body met boy-body. Michael and Klaus were there as well, standing a little farther back as they watched their cohort in his perverted pleasure.
"Glargghghihhh!"
The boy he was sucking slammed against Davey's groin, his teeth biting sharply as he felt a dildo shove into his own ass. It was worked by little Andrew, the child reaching as high as he could to yank up on the artificial prick, using both hands to shove it in and out. The imprisoned sucker arched against Davey, holding tighter, his nails digging into the back of Davey's thighs.
"Yeah, do it, boy!" That was Gregor, but who was he urging on? The boys with the dildoes, or the prisoners trying to suck the unwilling partner to another completion? "Take 'em! Take 'em!"
There was no escape -- except to come again, to spend once more into this other's mouth, to take his seed from his balls and swallow it down. Davey concentrated on the prick working within his mouth, sucking on it with all his strength and at the same time trying to fuck into the other mouth. The other boy realized what he was trying to do, and cooperated. They plunged against each other, heads the only part of their bodies free for movement, sucking as hard as they could, riding as hard as they could.
"Goddamn!" Michael laughed. "Look at them go!"
"Faster, pricks!" That was Klaus. "Faster!"
Suddenly Michael's whip cracked against Davey's ass, the sharp sting bringing renewed tears to his eyes. It flicked again, this time the cruel tip cutting into the other boy, coming dangerously close to Davey's eye.
"Go get 'em, slaves!" He laughed again.
"Goddamn, ride those cocks!"
Frantic, fearing the whip, Davey rolled his eyes and saw that Michael and Klaus were rubbing their pricks. They motioned, and two more boys were there, falling to their knees to suck the instructors deep into their mouths. The young heads bobbed eagerly, the hands of the men holding the backs of their heads, Michael's tongue protruding from the corner of his mouth as he humped forward against his sucking boy.
"Suck those cock, assholes!" cried Gregor as the dildo drove all the way into Davey's ass, feeling as though it would split him apart. The boy working the artificial prick caught a signal that Davey could not see and redoubled his efforts, pumping heavily, moving the dildo faster than a real prick could have fucked.
The sensations poured in on Davey from all sides, all directions. Pain, fiery and piercing, shot through every part of his body, tearing along his limbs, burning in his ass and along the shape of his cock. It was terrible, it was hurting so great that the tears were flowing freely, unstoppable, coursing down his cheeks. But it was something more -- it was sexual pleasure intensified to a level he had never dreamed possible. His whole body was an extension of the nerve endings in his prick and his ass. He could feel the driving dildo in his mouth and his arms and his legs, could feel the sucking mouth about his cock in every other inch of his being. It was terrible, it was wonderful, it was driving him on to the climax that his tormentors knew was possible, knew would drive him out of his mind.
His balls jumped at the same instant when the cock in his mouth shuddered. They twitched together, then poured their seed deep, filling each other's mouths and spilling around the shape of the cock-plugs to run down Davey's chin, to run up the other boy's cheeks and into his eyes.
"Goddamn!" Gregor was exultant. "Look at them come! Look at them!"