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The boy was spreadeagled against the wall. Padded metal cuffs at his wrists, and upper arms, screwed directly into the white tiled wall, held them tightly above his head. More cuffs at his ankles, held him flat, stretched against the cold white ceramic. His head hung limply, tilted slightly to one side, chin resting on his chest. His youthfully handsome face looked almost angelic as he appeared to sleep peacefully, his defined chest and taut flat stomach expanding and contracting with each shallow breath.

Two of the remaining three walls of the room were tiled in the same clinical fashion, while the third, opposite the boy consisted of floor to ceiling mirrors. Spotlights on the ceiling bathed the boy's lithe, well developed body in hot, bright light. In the corners opposite the boy cameras stood on tripods, aimed at the u*********s youth, while a third was affixed to the ceiling in the center of the room, and next to that hung a flat screen TV. The captive boy was dressed only in a pair of skimpy, silver running shorts. A stunning model of youthful vitality, the boy was not over-muscled, but slim, toned, and lithe, like a distance runner. At only 5' 8" his body was compact, but perfectly proportioned.

The Man who had brought the boy to this place, and shackled him to the wall entered through a door in one of the tiled side walls, placed the plastic storage container he was carrying beside the doorway and paused to look over his captive. He had watched the boy for months. Cyber-stalked him, becoming a friend on his Facebook, Twitter and Instagram pages by pretending to be a hot teenage girl. The man had watched and photographed the boy and his buddies on the beach, and followed him back to his home, making careful notes on the boy's schedule, and social habits. He had even managed to get night vision footage of the k** fucking his girlfriend on a secluded section of the beach, thinking they were hidden from view by the darkness. The Man liked to think he knew everything about the boy, plus a few things that even the boy did not yet know about himself. He had a theory about young jock boy's like this k**, and he was planning to test it out.

Boy's like this really just wanted to obey a real Man. In High School it was their coaches. Working their teen bodies to perfection for the approval of the coach. Spending all their spare time doing exactly as their coach ordered. Working out, training with the team, eating the right food, and sculpting their developing bodies. In this k**s case it was track and wrestling, the former ensuring the boy remained slender, while the latter accounted for the lean taut whipcord musculature which transformed the boy's body into a beautifully sculpted work of art. Boy's like this needed an older Man not just to control their lives, but to test their bodies, put them through arduous toil and pain, and sometimes even humiliation. The Man was pretty sure that this boy needed that control and domination really bad. In fact he was practically begging for it, and so the Man had planned the a*****ion meticulously, grabbing the k** while he was out jogging, shirtless, and alone, early that morning, and knocking him out with a well aimed hypodermic. Hustling the boy into the back of his van, he had carried the boy down into this specially equipped Basement.

The boy's name was Zach Castro, fresh out of High School, and working at a local Gym while studying to become a personal trainer. He had a beautiful Girlfriend and a loving family. He was a normal healthy teenage boy, but the Man whose gaze now brushed over Zach's almost naked body knew something that the parents and girlfriend probably did not. Zach was an incorrigible exhibitionist, and a prick tease. To begin with the boy was an extreme sagger. On the beach he wore his boardshorts without underwear, and slung so low on his hips you could almost catch a glimpse of the base of his cock below the lusciously veined curve of his lower belly, while at the rear an inch or two of deliciously tanned butt crack was exposed. He clearly loved to show off his smooth young body to whoever was watching. The Man was pretty sure the k** shaved his pubic hair, since not a wisp could be seen on his mostly exposed crotch. Almost every picture on the boy's Instagram page was shirtless.

Plus the Man found that the boy had posted videos of himself stripping off his shirt, and dancing to rap songs on Instagram and Youtube, grabbing his cock through his long satin shorts, and lewdly thrusting his hips in time to the music. So he had checked a few other sites, of the teen muscle worship variety, and found other more revealing videos which Zach had posted dancing to other songs, like Another Level's "Freak Me" singing along to the lyric "Let me lick you up and down, 'til you say stop. Let me play with your body baby, Make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do..." while writhing his body, and running his hands all over his stomach and chest, grabbing his semi hard cock through the thin material of his boxer briefs, worn, as usual down so low that almost nothing was left to the imagination, and teasingly slipping his hands under the waistband. The comments below the posted videos suggested all the things the guys watching would like to do to Zach, calling him a slut, and a fuckable little twink, and begging for a glimpse of the almost visible dick which the hot little prick tease refused to show. The Man decided Zach was a perfect candidate for his extra special attention.

As the Man studied the lean, tanned youth, he stirred a little as he began to regain consciousness, lifting his head groggily. The Man took a step back, and waited until the boy's eyes focused on him.

"Hello Zach"

Fuzzy headed still, from the d**gs aftereffects, Zach mumbled "What the fuck, Man?" Struggling against the bonds that secured his body against the hard surface of the tiled wall. He was not stupid, or naive. As he assessed the situation he suddenly found himself in he realized pretty quickly that it was not good. He remembered he had been on his morning run. Then he had bumped into someone, or someone had bumped into him. He had turned to apologize, and felt a pinprick in his arm. Next thing he remembered was waking up here. That meant he was probably in deep shit. A cold cinch of fear closed around his stomach.

The Man smiled as he watched muscles strain under the smooth, tanned skin of the helpless, athletic youth. The k** really was magnificent. Not an ounce of body fat, and tight, toned muscles over every inch of his small but perfect frame.

"You have a magnificent body Zach, you are one HOT little fucker!"

"Fuck you FAGGOT" the boy spat "Fucking let me GO!"

"I can't do that Zach, you see I have some entertaining plans for you. Entertaining for me at least."

"LET ME GO!" the boy yelled. "I"LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FAG!"

"Well THAT's not going to persuade me to let you go then is it."

"What do you fucking want with me?"

"Well before I go into explanations, let me show you a few things first" the Man said pulling a remote from his pocket and aiming at the plasma TV secured to the ceiling.

The screen came to life and there on the TV was Zach dancing and rubbing his hands over his hot body, staring straight into the camera.

"You are VERY photogenic Zach. The camera loves you. As, I imagine will anyone watching this. You are so cocky and self assured on screen. I think you could make a career out of it."

He could tell the boy was shocked.

"What's wrong Zach, you must know that people are watching your videos? I mean why else would you post them on the internet? Look at you, you are just such a sexy little bitch?"

The boy began to struggle again, the cameras catching every straining movement, and his body became covered in a light sheen of sweat, glistening in the hot, bright, lights.

"Mmmmm, keep it up my hot little bitchboy. You will only succeed in wearing yourself out, but you'll get some of my clients all hot and bothered in the process! Check it out." and the Man flicked the channel so that the video feed from the camera on the ceiling appeared on the screen, showing the boy's struggles live and in color, while a constantly changing feed of commentary from online viewers scrolled down the right hand side.

"NO! Just let me go." Zach yelled again. "I won't tell anyone a thing" the panicked boy vainly bargained.

"Oh come now Zach, don't tell me that after you posted those sexy videos showing off your fine teenage body to other men, that you didn't fantasize about what it would be like if one of those fags, those perverts, who left messages telling you what they wanted to do to you, managed to get a hold of you? Don't tell me you never wondered what it would feel like to have your body under the control of another Man? His hands all over you instead of your own in your video? I bet you did. I bet you jacked off to it as well, huh? Laying naked on your bed pretending you were being manhandled and abused by someone like me?"

Zach's breath caught in his throat. How did this Man know his most secret thoughts?

"Fuck you, you fucking pervert" he yelled, trying to keep his bravado going. But inside he was shaken. His breathing was faster, shallower, and his stomach churned with fear and anxiety. Yet despite this he felt an unmistakable tingle in his groin.

"Oh Zach come on, I know everything about you. You jock boy's are all the same. You need someone to take you in hand. You crave a real mans attention. You see I even know about this!" the Man flicked the channel again and another video began on the screen. This one had never appeared on the internet. This one Zach kept on his computer for himself to jack off to. It showed the boy lying naked on his bed, his muscular body tightly stretched, his ankles tied to the bedposts, his wrists slipped through loops of cord tied to the corners of the headboard. His body was tanned from top to toe, shaved smooth but for the short brown hair on his head, and oiled to show off the play of the muscles under the skin, as he writhed around, testing his bonds, and imagining other hands playing with his helpless body. Perhaps even wishing he could feel the sting of a whip across his toned chest and taut stomach.

The boy's eyes bulged, and he gasped. How had this Man got hold of this? He felt humiliated that this stranger had somehow uncovered his darkest secrets. Yet despite his horror and confusion, he was becoming aroused. A bulge had begun to appear in his thin athletic shorts.

On the screen the writhing boy slipped one hand free of its loop of cord, and began to play with his dick, as it hardened and rolled onto his belly pointing toward his chin.

The Man paused the video with the video Zach arching his back, dick in hand, staring straight into the camera with a look of wanton lust on his face.

"Wait here Zach, I'll be right back" the Man quipped, and left the room. Outside he watched the live feed from the 3 cameras trained on his captive. The boy struggled uselessly again for a while, before realizing that all he could do was thrust his hips forward, making his stretched, glistening body look even more lewd for the cameras. For a moment he looked into the camera on the ceiling, then switched his gaze to his reflection in the mirrored wall opposite. Slowly he tensed all his muscles, his taut stomach clearly showing the rippled muscles underneath the glowing skin. Then, he writhed a little, resting his head back against the tiled wall, but keeping his eyes firmly fixed on his reflection.

The Man smiled to himself. Just as he had suspected. No matter how frightened or angry the k** was, part of him was getting off on this, and the proof was in the growing tent in his skimpy shorts.

The boy seemed to become aware of his arousal at the same time, looking down at the bulge, then throwing back his head and growling in frustration.

The Man re-entered the room carrying a vicious looking hunting knife.

"Sorry to keep you waiting boy, I was just thinking how much better you looked on the screen there, naked."

Holding the knife point first in front of him, the Man walked up close to Zach. As the helpless boy's eyes bulged, the Man rested the tip of the blade on the cleft between the tightly muscled pecs, dragging it across to the right-hand, nickle sized nipple. Zach held his breath, trying to keep his chest from heaving, and closed his eyes tightly, feeling the cold, sharp, metal circle his nipple, then the point caught for a moment on the nub, eliciting a pained gasp, before the blade moved to the other nipple and repeated its motions, brushing the now erect left-hand nub.

"Oh don't get upset my beautiful boy, I'm not going to mark your lovely flesh... not yet!"

Now the blade traveled down the sweating, twitching stomach, before the frightened boy felt it slip into the waistband of his shorts, moving to his right hipbone. Briefly he felt the waistband pulled out and away from his hip, before, as if to prove the sharpness of the blade, the material and elastic parted easily, loosening the shorts and causing the front to flap down across his groin. A moment later, the knife cut away the left hand side as well, and the Man pulled the useless garment from between the boy's legs, exposing his still growing cock to the lights and cameras.

"Please" the boy begged, almost weeping "Please, let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Oh I know you won't boy, and what's more I think you'll come back to me of your own free will. Because you see I own you now, all of you, mind body and soul. You just don't realize it yet" and with that the Man brushed his hand against the trembling boy's rising prick, making it jump.

Zach gasped. "No please, just let me go." he sobbed. "Please!"

"Zach... Zach...my sweet, sexy Zach. There's no need to pretend anymore. Here, with me, you can admit what you really are. No-one else need know. But here with me you can let out all your deepest darkest desires. I will help you to realize them. All you have to do is ask."

"Let me show you what I can do for you boy" and the Man restarted the video of Zach masturbating on his bed. Groaning and writhing, engorged cock in hand. In the video Zach began to shoot his boy cream up across his chest and face, still staring into the camera, and licking a splatter of sperm from around his pouting lips. Then he lay back panting on the bed, eyes closing, before retrieving a cloth from the nightstand, and cleaning the cooling cum from his oiled body.

The Man walked to the box he had brought into the room with him earlier, and retrieved a bottle of massage oil. Pouring some into the palm of his hand he spoke again.

"Tell me how much you want to feel my hands on your body."

Zach looked down, ashamed at his own bodies reactions.

"Come on my hot little bitch-boy. I know what you want. Beg to feel my rough hands on your tight young muscles."

Still looking down Zach shook his head. Sobbing quietly, and breathlessly whispering one word. "No."

"It's alright My sweet sexy slut, just embrace it. Let it out. Ask me. I won't touch you unless you ask." The Man did not want the k** to have the excuse of thinking he had been forced into this, his bonds preventing any refusal. He wanted to break the last barrier. Break the boy's dwindling resistance, and have him beg for it.

"Fuck you" Zach whispered through gritted teeth.

"As you wish." The Man turned and with a sigh walked away and out of the room. Wiping his hands on a towel, he looked angrily at the three screens showing the boy from different angles in the room beyond.

Then he walked to a computer and opened a video file. Sending it to the Plasma screen in front of the boy, he sat in a garden chair and watched his prey.

Zach's head bowed again as he considered his position, but soon realized he was staring at his tumescent penis, that traitorous organ. He squeezed his eyes shut, a tear escaping as he did so, shaking his head. What was he going to do? The Man had him captive. He had no chance of escape. But worse than that the Man knew all about his secret needs. Needs which he had barely admitted to himself. His body longed for something that neither he nor his girlfriend could give it. He craved to be used by another Man. He wanted to be abused... hurt... broken. His head swam in a turmoil of confusion. Then a noise from the TV caught his attention, and he saw a new video was playing. This one showed the room in which he was trapped, but with a different boy spreadeagled on the wall where Zach now was tightly stretched. This boy was perhaps a little younger than Zach. Blond and deeply tanned... and naked. His body was not quite as toned as Zach's, but not far off. Suddenly the Man appeared before the boy, rubbing oil into his golden brown skin, giving it the appearance of polished bronze. Gasping with arousal the boy thrust out his chest as the Mans hands brushed over his nipples.

"Like that do you, my little fag-slut" the Man spat. He began to pinch and twist the pert brown nipples of the quivering boy, who threw his head back against the tiles and cried out in pain. For a few moments the Man left the field of vision, and the boy was left fully exposed to view, his cock dripping precum, and his chest heaving with ragged breaths. A moment later the Man reappeared with two clothes pegs. Pinching the boy's right nipple he clipped one onto the tip, eliciting another cry, then repeating this with the left nipple as the boy sucked air between his teeth. More clips followed on the boy's low hanging ball sack, and cock shaft, and soon the boy was sobbing in pain.

Outside the room the Man observed as Zach eagerly watched the screen. His own prick was now fully erect, standing proud against his hairless groin, and reaching up towards his belly button, smearing precum on his lower belly as it twitched with each quickening heartbeat. Clearly very aroused by what he saw Zach's breathing became shallower. The Man smirked to himself.

Zach's hands opened and closed convulsively as every muscle in his glistening, toned body flexed and relaxed. In his mind he was the boy on the screen.

The boy in the video squirmed, and then yelled again as the Man slowly removed the pegs on his dick and balls, leaving those on his nipples in place. Then the Mans oil slickened hand closed around the sore shaft, stroking slowly, and making the boy groan in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

"Ahh, yesss... please." he begged

"Please what?"

"Please may I cum sir?" the boy begged "Pleeeeease.."

The Man continued to stroke, as the boy's body almost thrummed with sexual energy, but before he could spend his load, the hand left his prick, causing the boy to whimper and thrust his hips forward, desperate for contact.

Finally the two pegs were pulled off the nipples together, and again the boy yelped. Once more the Man disappeared from the screen, while the boy's body shone in the spotlights with a mixture of sweat and oil, and a string of precum dripped slowly from the tip of his bobbing prick.

After a few minutes the Man returned, this time with something new in his hands, and Zach, watching, engrossed in the screens image, caught his breath as he recognized a multi-stranded whip.

Breathlessly Zach whispered, "Oh fuck!" His stomach felt so strange, as if both butterflies and hurricanes roiled within. His dick had never been so hard, and it dripped more and more juice as he watched. When the first stroke of the whip caught the boy across his chest, Zach groaned and rested his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and running his tongue over his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. More and more blows landed and the boy cried out, partly in pain, and partly from evident pleasure. Finally the video culminated with the boy shooting long strings of cum towards the camera, crying "Uuuurgh, YES", and gasping great gulps of air into his heaving chest. The cum had been literally whipped out of him.






Zach hung limp and defeated, restrained against the coldly clinical white tiled wall, The Man's words echoed in his head. Had he thought about what it would be like if one of the men commenting on his videos managed to get a hold of him? One of them, or perhaps more than one? Yes of course he had. He thought back to the first time one of those comments had caught his eye.

"Oh! The things I would do to you, boy!" it had said.

At first Zach had laughed it off. Like there was any chance of that. Sure he loved to show off his body, and he really didn't mind that guys were watching his videos as well as girls. It was like giving him kudos for all the work he put in to developing his body. OK maybe it was kind of hot as well, knowing that other guys wanted him, but it was that phrase which got stuck in Zach's head... "The things I would do to you"... Not "with you", but "to you"... like Zach would have no say... like he was just a piece of meat... and Zach kept thinking what DID the guy want to do to him?

It played on Zach's mind until eventually he replied to the commenter and, trying to pass it off jokingly, asked the guy to describe exactly what he wanted to do to Zach. Perhaps if the boy had known just how much that question would change his life Zach never would never have asked it.

In due course the guy replied and told Zach he liked to seduce straight boys like him, get them high and a little drunk and persuade them to suck his cock. Zach responded that he didn't believe the guy. He figured it was just a bullshit fantasy the guy had, but the commenter assured him he was for real. The man went further, and swore that he had persuaded the more pliant boys to let him tie them up, and tease their cocks until they were begging to cum, then tease them some more until they agreed to let him fuck them if only they could be allowed to cum. Zach told the guy he was dreaming. There was no fucking way that any straight guy would let him do that, but again the guy insisted it was true, and furthermore told Zach he was pretty sure he would have Zach begging to be fucked after just one evening with him. Zach told the guy there was absolutely no chance of that happening unless he had a bunch of guys overpower him and hold him down, and the guy told him that could be arranged.

"Imagine," he told Zach,"that your hands are cuffed behind you, and your ankles are roped to your thighs so you are forced to kneel. You are totally at my mercy. The only way you can get free is to suck my cock."

The thought of being overpowered by a group of men and bound into a kneeling position, then forced to suck a cock made Zach shiver, and his super hard dick twitch. He stopped replying to the guy after that, too uncomfortable with the thoughts the man inspired in the his mind, but the guy sent one more message which read... "Yeah! I think you would suck it, wouldn't you k**?"

Two days later, another commenter appeared saying "I would tie you up and fuck you so hard with my big dick that my cum would bubble out of your fucking nose, bitch!", and then it was like the dam had been broken, and comment after comment kept appearing under the video, from guys describing what they wanted to do to Zach, and it blew Zach's mind. Every kind of sex act, and kink Zach had ever heard of and plenty which he had never considered were even possible were listed. What blew the boy's mind even more though was how hard his cock got as he read the comments. But it was still that image of him roped on his knees being forced to suck cock which kept coming back to Zach. Late at night, after his Parents had gone to bed, he would get naked and kneel in front of his full length mirror, imagining he was being made to suck off a guy, and he would jack off his big juicy teen cock until it shot his creamy boy cum all over the glass, until finally one night he collected the cooling dribbling spunk on three fingers and forced them between his lips, imagining the man who had turned him into a cocksucker was making him clean every last drop of slime off his dick.

The feelings which that last night had stirred in Zach had scared him. He still considered himself straight. He still loved his girlfriend. So he closed his account on the website, and for a while he had locked those illicit fantasies away in the darker recesses of his mind... until now...

Zach's attention was suddenly wrenched back to the present as his captor began to oil his sweating torso. The oil smelled slightly of menthol and it made his skin tingle. As the Man flicked his thumbs over Zach's pert little nipples the boy gasped. It seemed that his whole body had become hypersensitive to every touch. Zach felt the slick hands slide over his tight abs, and a finger slid around his slightly raised outie belly button, making the boys drooling cock jerk upward, and causing Zach to groan. The Man noted both reactions. He liked a boy with sensitive nipples. A lot could be achieved with a boy whose tits were wired directly to his dick, but a sensitive outie was a new bonus, and surely would be loads of fun to tease and torment.

It wasn't long before the whole front of Zach's lean, toned body was shimmering with a coating of the aromatic oil. The Man stood back to appreciate his handiwork. The boy looked magnificent with the harsh light of the overhead spots combining with the oil to enhance the appearance of the boy's musculature to perfection. Each breath caused his chest to swell, and his ribcage to expand. The little knots of the serratus muscles down the boy's flanks stood out in glorious definition, and his taut stretched belly tightened alluringly. Finally the Man coated the throbbing dripping cock, and Zach grunted, thrusting his hips out to no avail.

Zach's eyes closed, his whole body more alive and sensitized than he had ever felt before. He barely registered the sound as the Man picked up something that jingled softly. With a jolt of shock they flew open again as the Man pinched at Zach's erect nipples, causing the boy to catch his breath. Seconds later though, his eyes bulged wider than ever, and he yelled in agony, as a cold touch on his tits erupted into a searing, white hot pain ripping across his chest. Looking down through tear hazed eyes, he saw two visciosly toothed metal clips hanging from the tip of each nipple.

"Arrrgh, Jesus, take them off, please... they hurt so bad, you gotta fucking take them off."

"Wimping out on me so soon boy?" The Man sneared.."I thought you were made of sterner stuff than that little blond bitch I showed you. That's why I skipped the pegs, and went straight for the alligator clips."

Zach cried out and shuddered uncontrollably, but gradually the initial shock and pain subsided to a harsh stabbing ache in his poor, battered nipples, and Zach's yells subsided to sobs, and gasps.

Eager to continue the torment of his new boy-toy, the Man was back from his box of tricks once more, with a handful of clothes pegs which he began to clip onto the agonized boys pulsing shaft, and then the tender part of his inner thighs, and finally the skin between his chest and armpits, and just for good measure, a couple on each straining bicep.

Zach had seen photos of people pegged in this way before, as well as the boy in the video earlier, and he had always felt that the pain would not be so bad, but as each new peg was attached to his tortured flesh, the cumulative effect made him writhe and thrash in growing anguish. The Man stood back once more to survey his work, and give the cameras an unobstructed view of his deliciously squirming young victim. Despite the pain from his tender tits, and throbbing ache of the pegs on his tormented flesh, the boys penis stayed rock hard.

After 10 minutes Zach was drenched in sweat, but seemed to have become resigned to the level of pain he was suffering, and so the Man first flicked at the pegs, and slowly began to remove each devilish pincer, reveling in the yelps and whimpering groans as blood rushed back into the formerly clipped and nastily nipped flesh. Evil looking red welts showed where each peg had been clamped.

The greatest and most satisfying screams, however, were reserved for when the teeth of the alligator clips released the poor boys tortured nipples. Zach felt sure the metal jaws had pierced the soft, tender flesh, but when he was finally able to look at the sore nubs, no blood was visible. Just chewed, and swollen, sore and reddened flesh. He sighed with relief, but the respite was short lived as the Man produced a switch with which he began to flick the already mashed and battered nipples. This new pain was almost too much. Zach sobbed, and tears streaked his face. His whole chest was on fire, the skin around the nipples red and sore and raise in welts the shape of the leather switch, and the babbling boy began to beg the Man to stop.

At last the blows to his raw, mangled tits ended, leaving Zach hanging limply, tears dripping from the end of his nose. The Man smiled to himself. He loved being able to reduce arrogant, macho, straight, jocks like Zach to sniveling sissyboys. He collected a cordless drill from the box and began to unscrew the restraints on the boys legs, then his upper arms and finally his wrists. The boy was so exhausted, he barely flinched as the Man wrapped his arm around his naked body, easily holding him upright as his legs threatened to give way. However, the ordeal was far from over, and before Zach could object, handcuffs snicked tightly around his wrists, and seemingly with little effort he felt his arms lifted and secured to a hook in the ceiling. Once again his body was stretched and displayed for the cameras. Zach looked up and caught sight of his reflection in the mirrored wall in front of him. Sweat trickled from his hair, and his sparsely forested armpits. He watched as a bead rolled into the cleft between his pecs, then down his twitching stomach, and eventually on further down between his legs. His cock and balls throbbed painfully, and precum collected on the swollen purple head. This had been his secret, deeply buried fantasy for so long, and he was incredibly turned on, despite, or perhaps because of the fear of being at the mercy of this sadistic stranger. Yet the reality was so much more than the fantasy had ever been. His senses were overwhelmed. He wished for it to end, at the same time as needing and wanting more.

Then his view of his own hot, and sexily stretched body in the mirrored wall was blocked by the Man again.

While the k** recovered, and stared at his sweating reflection, the Man had plucked something else from his box of secrets. In his hands was the whip he had used in the video he had shown Zach earlier. It's handle was a foot long, and perhaps a dozen or more strands of leather about 2 ft long dangled from it. Each strand was flat and about 1/4 inch wide. This was intended to sting but not break the skin. He had used the flogger many times in the past, and it always served his purposes well.

Zach looked at the whip with mingled fear and desire. The Man had been right about him. He had jacked off many times imagining being restrained and helpless just like this, and feeling the sting of a whip on his young, tightly muscled, and delightfully smooth body. He could not believe that he was about to experience the reality. He could no longer deny to himself that he wanted to feel it, but he wondered whether he would be able to take it. His apprehension increased as the Man's arm rose. But instead of the expected pain, Zach felt the strands of the whip stroking up across his stomach and chest, then dropping back down and almost caressing his stiff, pulsing cock. He could not help it when a moan escaped his lips. The feeling was so strangely erotic.

The Man heard the moan, and was pleased with the progress he had made with the boy. While the helpless k** was experiencing this brief moment of pleasure the Man withdrew the whip, raised his arm and brought it swiftly across the boys stomach, the strands wrapping around his left hip.

The sudden blow connected with a crack, sending a stinging pain across Zach's taut abs. The feeling was intense but surprisingly not as shatteringly painful as he had expected. Swiftly, more blows began to land. Some caught him on the chest, stinging his still sore nipples, and flicking into his armpit. Some painfully caught his throbbing penis, causing it to jump and precum to fly from its tip. Zach felt the repetitive bite of the leather strands as his stomach, chest, hips and upper thighs began to glow red beneath his tan, but it seemed to him that the feel of each stinging blow was more arousing then painful. His gasps as the whip was laid across his naked flesh were not in agony, but rather from an electrifying erotic charge which it sent through his body. He needed to cum so badly. His whole body ached for it. Yet the stimulation from the flagellation was somehow not enough to tip him over the edge as it had the blond boy in the earlier video. The Man ordered him to turn around, and he did so without thinking, utterly lost and subjugated to the whim of his captor. The leather strands now began striping and stinging his shoulders, lower back and buttocks. Zach's body seemed to vibrate with his pent up sexual need. Without realizing it, his sweat covered frame was writhing and wriggling in the most erotic fashion, his muscular back tensing with the anticipation of each blow, and he raised up on his toes, moaning desperately with the need to orgasm.

Finally the blows teasing his tight teen body stopped and he almost begged for the Man to continue. Front and back his sizzling flesh burned with a fiery glow. Dripping with perspiration, and more alive with sexual energy than he had ever felt before, Zach opened his eyes, with a dazed look of lust. The Man laid down the whip, and a glimmer of hope entered Zach's lust clouded mind, that he would finally be permitted to blow his aching load. The Man stood before his horribly horned-up captive and spun the boy back around to face the Cameras. His left arm curled around the boys chest, holding his naked shoulders against his own clothed chest. The Mans right arm came around Zach's right hip and a rough, calloused hand enclosed his still fully erect prick.

"Oh God, please Sir, let me cum" he begged

Zach could feel the Man's powerful muscular chest beneath the shirt, pressing into his naked back. As he began to stroke the begging boys stiff member. He began to whisper in Zach's ear.

"You are such a fucking prick tease. A hot little stud-puppy like you needs to be shown his proper place. Imagine all those men you gave blue balls to with your slutty online antics watching this now. Imagine them seeing you getting owned. Imagine them cheering me on as their favorite jock slut gets turned into a simpering bitch, begging to be allowed to cum. What do you think would happen if I threw you into a room full of those guys, and locked you in there? How many loads would you be made to suck down with that hot hungry mouth?" the man forced two fingers between Zach's lips and the boy sucked on them feverishly. "How many cocks would force their way into that tight little ass and pump their seed inside you? Hmmm?

It took only a few pumps of the Man's hand before the boy's body began to stiffen. Images created by the Man's words were burning in his fevered mind.

"Argh..argh ARRRGHHHH!" Zach yelled as he spewed his boyseed towards the watching cameras. Erupting high into the air, and then splattering noisily onto the hard cement floor. The Man milked his victim mercilessly. Collecting some of the last of the creamy juice in the palm of his hand, he held it to the boys lips, and after a moment's pause the lusty boy licked his own sperm out of the Mans hand. The boy was clearly spent. His body went limp in the Man's arms, resting his head on his captors shoulder. Looking straight into the camera in front of him the Man began to run his hands all over Zach's sweat slick body. Pinching, and probing at the relaxing muscles. Seemingly oblivious to his surroundings the k** began to writhe against him, whimpering softly. Finally the Man let go of the boy, moving around to stand before him, unzipping his fly and releasing his own throbbing penis. Ferociously he began to beat his meat, looking lasciviously at the dangling teen. In just a few minutes he yelled as his huge cock began to spurt his own Manseed all over Zach. The creamy sperm contrasted beautifully with the tanned muscled chest, and stomach on which it landed. Putting his Manhood away he collected some of the cum from the boy's still hot and sweaty flesh, and held it to the boys mouth. Zach turned his head away. He had eaten his own sperm before, but he was not about to eat this sadistic stranger's spunk. The Man grabbed his chin. He would not take no for an answer. He roughly shoved his cum soaked fingers into the boys mouth.

Zach could taste the funky unfamiliar sperm on his tongue as the Man forced three of his fingers between his lips. Reflexively he licked them and swallowed before he was able to stop himself. Pleased with the response the Man removed his fingers, and let go of the boys face. Then he left the boy chained and stretched out, with just the cameras watching him, and vacated the room. Time passed in a slow daze for Zach.

After an hour his shoulders were sore and aching. His stomach felt hollow and empty. He felt like he had been eviscerated. Shame at his lustful and depraved behavior with this mysterious and perverted Man had begun to torment him. He hated the way he had begged for the Man to let him cum. He hated the way he had whimpered at the Man's demanding touch. Most of all he hated having sucked the cum off his Captors fingers, and the unwanted memory of doing the same to himself in his own bedroom while kneeling before his mirror slipped out of the locked vault of his mind, recalling the fearfully disquieting feelings that lurid act had elicited as a shudder wracked the overstimulated and exhausted boy.

At last his captor returned and released Zach from the chains. Throwing a pair of too small, white nylon running shorts, with the liner cut out of them, and the boys own sneakers at him the Man told Zach to put them on.

"You are free to go Zach. Now I know you could run to the authorities, and tell them all about what happened here. They might even believe you that you were brought here against your will, perhaps, until they see the video of you begging me to let you cum. But I don't think you will. Deep down you want what I can offer you."

Zach pulled the tight shorts over his hips. The thin material was translucent, and his cock clearly showed through where the flesh touched the form hugging nylon. The Man led him through the door, into a dark, dimly lit cellar within which his unadjusted eyes could not make out any detail after the brightly lit and mostly white room he had been held in all day. Zach was ushered up some stairs and out into the evening light. The Man told Zach to get into his van, and drove the subdued boy a short distance to a baseball field which Zach knew. The Man let Zach out and spoke one last time to him.

"Be back here on Friday at 8pm if you want more." and with that he drove away.






Part 3:

Zach stood on the sidewalk next to the baseball field as the van drove away. He could barely believe all that had happened to him since he had left home for his usual run early in the morning. Now the sun was dipping toward the horizon, although the day was still warm, and the boy stood dumbly looking around himself as he tried to come to terms with suddenly being back in the regular world. It was so surreal, like stepping out of a dark movie theater into the bright sunshine of a summer afternoon, after watching some crazy horror movie. Just beyond the fence surrounding the baseball field were the batting cages, and four high school k**s were gathered there only a few yards away watching Zach. When the barely clothed boy had climbed out of the van they had stopped what they were doing and gaped open mouthed. They kind of recognized Zach. He had been a Senior their Freshman year, and he had been somewhat of a star on the track and wrestling teams. Seeing him get out of some random guys van in the shortest of running shorts, which were clearly way too small for him, with his cock bulging lewdly in the tight translucent confines, was both shocking and titillating. As the four k**s looked closer they saw red marks on Zach's obviously oiled up torso, and his nipples looked sore and swollen. Plus it looked like something dried and crusty clung to the undeniably buff looking older boy's stomach.

The biggest of the four boys spoke up in a loud stage whisper... "Dude I think that's cum on his belly!"

"Eww! Don't be gross." another scoffed.

"No! Really Dude, I think he's a fag, look at his faggy shorts!"

"Do you think he sucked that guy off in the back of that van?" A third boy queried.

"I don't know, let's ask." the first replied, "Hey fag was that your boyfriend? Did you suck him off in the back of his van?" All three boys found this hilarious and started yelling names at Zach, The bigger boy, obviously the ringleader, grabbed his crotch and shouted... "Hey fagboy! Wanna suck MY dick too?" which finally brought Zach out of his trance.

Flushing with embarrassment and for the first time in a long time feeling nearly naked and exposed in the tightly stretched shorts, Zach broke into a run, desperate to reach the safety of his home. As he turned and ran, the fourth boy, who had said nothing so far, broke his silence.

"Shit man, that was Zach Castro. He used to be on the wrestling team with my brother. Who knew he was a fucking queer?"

Zach ran as fast as he could, breaking a sweat quickly in the warm evening air. The taunts of the younger boys had humiliated him, and made him realize what a mess he was. He must look like some slutty, gay GoGo Boy in these super tight little shorts, and oil still slick on his torso. Feeling this self conscious was a new experience for Zach. His normal swagger was long gone, and all he wanted was to get home and take a long hot shower. As he turned the corner into his street he uneasily acknowledged the waves of one or two of his neighbors. It felt to Zach that they knew what had been done to him and they were judging him, and shaking their heads behind his back. He need not have worried. In fact they barely batted an eyelid at Zach's state of dress, being used to his habitual easy-going exhibitionism around the neighborhood.

Breathing a sigh of relief he realized that his parents were not yet home as he turned into the driveway of the unremarkable tract house, almost identical to all the others in the street. He ran around to the back door, still unlocked as he had left it when he had gone for his run that morning. Sore and tired, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, and sat on his bed putting his head in his hands. For long minutes he sat trying to make sense of all that had happened over the course of the day. He knew he should phone the police, and twice his hand rested on the cellphone sitting on his nightstand, but he just could not make himself do it. What would he tell them? Would they believe him? What would they say if they saw the video? What if it got out that he had been turned into some guys bitch for the day? He could never live that down.

He stood, and slipped the sneakers off his feet. Then he caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror on the back of the door leading to his bathroom. He looked at his reflection. His tanned torso still shimmering a little with the sweat from his run, and remnants of the oil he had been slathered in by the mysterious Man who had a*****ed him, and abused his fit young body. The translucent white shorts showed the contours of his prick clearly, with the fleshy tube showing through where the material hugged the shaft most tightly. As he looked he saw his cock twitch and begin to stiffen. He rubbed the palm of his hand across his nylon encased member. He felt so sordid and cheap. Used and tormented by that Man, he had allowed the twisted fuck to feed Zach his spunk. Yet despite his disgust at the thought, Zach's dick quickly became fully hard again. He peeled the clinging shorts down his long athletic thighs, freed his throbbing cock, and kicked slutty garment off his feet. Remembering the pain of the clamps on his tits, and the sting of the whip on his tightly muscled body, he began to slowly jack himself off. As he did so, a thought came unbidden to his head, and the image that had dogged his erotic nighttime imaginings, of himself bound on his knees being forced to suck cock, sprang into his mind. Zach stopped, and padded, naked and hard out of his bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge he rifled through the vegetable drawer until he found what he was looking for, and returned to his room. Lowering himself to his knees, and turning at an angle to the mirror he raised the zucchini to his lips, and licked at the tip of the vegetable. Then, little by little, he pushed the thing into his mouth, imagining it was a some strangers dick which he was being forced to suck. As he used his hot moist tongue to massage the length of the make-believe phallus, his other hand stroked his own drooling prick faster, and faster. Out of the corner of his eye Zach watched himself in the mirror. When he felt close to cumming Zach pushed the invading vegetable to the back of his throat, making himself gag on it. The imagined violation of his unwilling orifice pushed him over the edge, and Zach collected a fresh load of cum into his palm. He looked at the pool of fresh jizz cupped in his trembling hand, smeared the slimy semen onto the zucchini and forced himself to clean it off with his tongue like some well trained cocksucker. This was further than he had ever taken his secret fantasy before. The last time he had not been anywhere near as brazen, and yet it had freaked him out, and made him lock away his filthy imaginings, and bury his illicit feelings for well over a year, but this time it felt different. It felt like something had changed inside of him.

Later as Zach took a shower, soaping off the oil, and dried cum from his torso, and lathering up his thankfully worn out cock and empty balls, he surprised himself by leaning back and sliding down the tiled wall, sitting down in the corner of the stall, wrapping his arms around himself and sobbing. At first the crying was soft and silent, but soon his entire body was wracked by huge sobs. The water played over his trembling, tired out frame, until at last the final sniveling tear was wrung from him. Zach turned the shower off and dried himself. Then he climbed into his bed. Ignoring the ringing of his cell phone, as his girlfriend tried to get a hold of him for perhaps the hundredth time that day, Zach fell swiftly asleep.

He awoke on Sunday morning having slept for almost 12 hours. His body ached as he stretched. He was supposed to be meeting his girlfriend, and joining some of the guys at the beach, assuming she forgave him for not answering her calls last night. He slipped on a pair of boardshorts and a t-shirt, but the friction of the material on his still sensitive nipples immediately caused his cock to stir, and he pulled it off again, not wanting to think about the previous day. Normally he would not have thought twice about leaving the house in just his shorts and flip flops, but today Zach felt like like everyone he passed leered lasciviously at his shirtless torso, and he hunched his shoulders, averted his eyes and hurried on.

His girlfriend did finally forgive him, and as the week progressed he succeeded in pushing thoughts of the Man to the back of his mind, at least for some of the time. At other times, when out for a run, or while in the line getting an Iced Coffee, or working at the Gym, thoughts of the whipping and the jacking off and the cumming, and cum-eating, came back to him, and he immediately sprang a rock hard and hugely embarrassing boner, which he then had to somehow hide. He took to wearing dark colored jeans and shorts to hide the damp patch that inevitably soaked into them from his rigid and dripping pole. At one point he even had an impulsive urge to persuade his girlfriend to tie his hands to the bed posts while they made out, but he choked at the last minute, worried that she would think him weird.

Gradually he convinced himself that he had been unable to prevent what had happened. He had been a helpless captive, forced to do what the Man wanted. He decided to try and forget the whole thing. Yet when he lay in bed between sleep and wakefulness, he imagined himself back in the basement, with strange hands on his body, masturbating his painfully stiff prick, feeding him a strangers seed.

Then on Thursday, an unexpected e-mail appeared in his inbox. All it contained was a link to a website. Zach clicked on the link, and the browser opened on an x-rated video sharing site. Zach stared in horror at the title of the video. "Breaking Zach". He clicked play, and there for anyone to see were carefully edited highlights of the previous Saturday's events. He felt sick, and an icy weight settled in his stomach. Yet despite this his prick began to harden again. Zach scrolled down and looked at the Many comments below.

"If that little stud-puppy was my slaveboy I would fuck him senseless all day every day"

"Lets see a cock up his ass, make him beg for it."

"Turn the bitch into a cumdump."

"Lets see his lips around your fuckstick, and cover the prettyboy's face in cum."

Once again, despite Zach's fear of exposure, he was totally boned up reading the comments, and had to deal with the problem before he could leave his room and go and have dinner with his parents.

The remainder of Thursday and all of Friday passed in a semi-permanent daze. He promised himself that he would not meet the Man again, yet he made excuses not to meet his girlfriend, telling her he had a lucrative private training session for a client on Friday night. She was unhappy, but agreed, and joked that it was probably some rich bitch who just wanted him for his body. When he finished work that day he drove home, and sat in confusion on his bed. What was he doing? This was crazy. He was not going to meet the Man again. Why would he? He would go for a run to settle his head. So he stripped off his clothes and pulled on a pair of running shorts, slipped on his sneakers and left the house. The evening was not just warm but almost stiflingly hot, and he was soon sweating heavily. His mind was a turmoil of confused thoughts just as the Man had intended. Before the van pulled up beside Zach he was only dimly aware of where he had run to. As the vehicle stopped beside him and he heard the Man's voice ordering him to get in, he looked around and recognized the ball park where the Man had let him out last weekend. Dazedly he sat in the passenger seat, and closed the door. The van accelerated off for the short drive to the house on the edge of town. Meanwhile, the four boys were once again hanging out in the batting cages on the edge of the baseball field, and watched Zach climb into the van. They smirked at each other knowingly as it sped away.

Zach felt the Man's hand on his thigh.

"I approve of your attire boy." he growled. "Less to remove later."

The hand moved up his thigh and came to rest on his cock, which had already begun to spring to life. Zach closed his eyes, and a single tear escaped, and rolled down his cheek.

"What have you done to me?" he groaned, turning to look at the Man.

"I can't stop thinking about those things you did to me. When I'm at work, out for a run, even when I'm with my girl, I think about all that sick stuff you did."

"You've turned me into some kind of freak... a... a pervert."

"No... I didn't do anything. I just allowed you to be yourself. You know you wanted what I did to you. You asked for it. I may have restrained you, but only so that you could finally admit to yourself what you are. What you need. You even came back here of your own free will."

" NO," Zach shouted. "I don't have any free will anymore. What you did... I...I...can't get it out of my head. Its there whenever I close my eyes. It's like my body's not my own anymore."

"That, boy, is because it's not. I told you last week. I own you now. Mind, body and soul... and such a beautiful body it is. A body like yours is built to be used by a real man like me."

Zach shivered, knowing that what the Man said was true. Why else had he come here tonight, dressed as he was?

"There's no need to be so melodramatic. You aren't a freak, or a pervert or some kind of monster. This is simply the natural order of things. You were born submissive. It's quite common for a straight jock boy like you to have a secret submissive side. You are by no means the first that I have encountered. That blond boy I showed you on the video was as well, and he's married now. Although whenever he comes back to town, he makes time to come to me and show me that he still knows his true place."

"I have such things planned for you boy. Your first video has proved very popular. The next ones will be even more so. My clients are clamoring to see more of you. I opened up a forum for suggestions about what to do to you next. I think you'll like them. Some of my clients are very... imaginative. Its going to be such fun fulfilling all their fantasies."

Zach shuddered. He had seen plenty of suggestions in the comments under the video the Man had posted on the porn site.

"Oh don't get me wrong boy, it will be hard for you. But we both know you crave that, You want your body tested, your limits to be pushed. Why else do you keep it looking so good? In school your Coach made you work hard to maintain your prime physical condition. No pain, no gain, right. Didn't your Coach ever tell you that Pain is just Weakness leaving the body? Well, now that you have left school the responsibility has passed to me, and I will not tolerate weakness. With me you will become little more than an object to provide pleasure. and I get pleasure from your humiliation, but I think maybe that so do you. It is the ultimate act of submission for a fit young straight boy like you to surrender yourself to be used by another man. You are a born submissive and I am your Superior. Like I said it's the natural order of things."

The van stopped and Zach recognized the house and the cellar door standing open, awaiting his arrival.

"Strip... now!" the Man commanded, and, as if in a trance Zach did so. Leaving the shorts and sneakers in the car, he walked through the gathering darkness, feeling the hot night air caressing his naked body. Still, fear and anticipation made him shiver. Down the steps into the darkness they walked, the Man a few steps behind, blocking Zach's escape. He felt as if he were being swallowed whole.

Pt 4:

At the bottom of the stairs the Man flicked a light on, and grabbed Zach's arms, forcing them behind him. The trembling boy felt cold metal snick into place on his wrists as handcuffs locked about them. Zach looked around him. The cinder block room they were in was largely empty, but he noticed several cameras with red lights flashing, indicating that they were running.

"Kneel." the Man ordered, and unthinkingly Zach did as he was told. He had felt so aroused as the Man talked about his body as an object of pleasure for others. He knew he had no choice but to do as the man told him. He needed to feel this way. To be treated as a mere plaything. An object. From a small table, the only furniture in the room, the Man picked up a set of hair clippers. Zach, realizing what was about to happen bowed his head and the clippers buzzed to life. His face flushed with shame, yet he was unable to protest. Shocked by his own submissiveness, he found himself close to tears once again. His already short hair began to tumble around him, tickling his torso as it fell. Soon only a dark shadow of stubble was left on his skull. Next the Man held Zach's arm's up, one at a time, as he shaved both sparsely furred armpits. Zach had shaved his head before, as a team bonding exercise with the other wrestlers, but this felt somehow so much more erotic, and humiliating, to be shackled, kneeling at this dominant Mans feet, and having the last of his hair removed.

"Much better boy." the Man sneered. "I like my boys hairless whenever possible. You do such a nice job keeping cock and balls nice and smooth. That's another sign of you're true nature."

Zach continued to kneel, head bowed, looking at the twitching organ between his legs as the foreskin drew back ever so slowly, and the purple head began to peek out. Inside his last vestiges of wilfulness crumbled. Taking advantage of the almost trance-like state the boy seemed to have entered, Zach's captor quickly grabbed a small glass of water, which had been set next to the clippers, laced with a potent erectile dysfunction d**g and a little something extra besides, and made the boy swallow it down in one quick gulp. The Man was sure that his compliant new boy would be aroused by the treatment he was about to endure, but just to be certain he had decided to keep the boy painfully hard, and leave him in no doubt that his mind and body craved to be used and abused.

"Get up" the Man barked.

Zach rose from his knees, and waited as the Man unfastened the cuffs, then opened a door ahead of him and shoved him through.

The next room was the same white tiled one from his previous visit, but now it looked almost like an operating theater. In the center stood a large stainless steel table, about waist high. The edge was slightly raised, and Zach saw a shallow gutter inside this leading to a drain at one end. Above that was a multiple headed lamp on a pose-able arm, much like an operating room light. Against one wall several glass fronted cabinets stood, and there were several other pieces of equipment the purpose of which Zach was unable to guess. Slowly it dawned on him that rather than an operating theater, this more closely resembled an autopsy room, like the Medical Examiner would use on shows like C.S.I., and a chill ran down his spine. Oh God, he thought, this guy is a Psycho, no-one knows where I am or who I'm with. This guy could torture me to death and no-one would ever know what had happened. He tried to dismiss his fears as irrational. If the Man had wanted to harm him he had already had every opportunity to do so, but despite this anxiety gripped his heart, and yet also an illicit thrill of excitement ran through his body. His mouth was dry, and his stomach was so full of butterflies he thought he might throw up.

The Man made him sit on one end of the table, then pushed his shoulders back until he lay with his back on the cold steel slab, while his legs hung off the edge. Then the Man took his wrists and pulled him bodily up the table until his whole length lay prone, shoulders, buttocks and calves pressed down onto the chilly metal surface. Leather cuffs hung on short chains at the head of the table and the Man proceeded to buckle Zach's wrists into them so that his arms were held loosely above his head. .Zach looked down his body. His agitation caused each breath to catch as he drew it in, and his chest to shudder, and stomach quiver as he breathed out. His penis was fully and throbbingly erect, thanks to the d**g he had swallowed earlier. Resting stiffly on his veined lower belly, pulsing with his every heartbeat, the gaping piss slit leaked a little silvery fluid onto his taut abs.









Time seemed to Zach to slow interminably and the twenty minutes dragged out to an eternity. His whole body, every inch of naked flesh, had become hypersensitive. He seemed to sense every tiny shift in the air currents around him as they caressed his feverishly hot skin. Unaware that he had been d**gged he assumed that his unwavering erection, and over excited nerve endings were purely the result of his situation. Naked and shackled on an autopsy table, helplessly exposed to cameras, and treated like little more than a dumb a****l to be experimented upon. As far as Zach was concerned he had never felt anything as intensely before. Just as the Man had intended, in the weeks, months and years to come Zach would submit himself to ever more wanton and depraved scenarios in an attempt to recapture the exquisitely erotic charge he had experienced on this night, at the hands of the Man who would become his sadistic mentor, and author of his corruption.

At last the Man returned. The boys eyes were closed, but a hint of a smile played across his face, and his legs and arms strained against their bonds as the d**g's effects took him once more. The Man slipped his hand around the boys dripping cock, using the copious amounts of juice it had leaked to lubricate his palm as he slid it up and down the shaft. The k** did not open his eyes, but with his mouth agape he grunted, as the friction he had yearned for the last 20 minutes tantalized his aching member. The taut, tanned stomach, slick with cock-slime, quivered as the Man pumped the teen prick infuriatingly slowly.

"Fuuuuuck..." the boy groaned.

The Man said nothing but slowed his hand even more, and then removed it completely.

"Oh no, please... please..." Zach begged, the orgasm building ever so languidly inside of him subsiding as the tortuously wonderful sensation dissipated. There was a pause, and then the listless hand returned, just barely gripping the boys rod, not stroking, just encircling, and Zach moaned in frustration, thrusting his hips to try and finish quickly, before the hand was gone again. Yet every time he was almost ready to release, the hand moved away from his dick, and he was denied. The Man seemed to have an uncanny ability to know just when to break contact. The exquisite torment drew out to 5 and then 10 minutes, and on, and on, until after 30 minutes of this teasing Zach was a drooling bundle of sexual frustration, and the Man finally assented to take him over the edge. With a bellow the boy spewed a string of white hot cum into the air, and it splattered back down onto his face and neck.

The second and third spurts landed on his chest, and with each pulse from his cock he cried out with the release of pent up tension. Three more strings of sticky cum landed on his shuddering belly. The Man continued to milk the boy until every last drop had left his angry purple head, and trickled down his hard shaft onto his hairless groin. Then he collected some of the cooling liquid and moved his fingers to the boys mouth. Panting hard the boy looked straight into the Man's eyes, and opened his lips, licking the fingers as they entered his hot, moist mouth. The majority of the remaining cum the Man simply massaged into the smooth glowing skin of the boys chest and stomach. Mixing it with the sweat, paying particular attention to the erect nubs of the boys nipples, and leaving it to dry, so that Zach's body began to exude a subtle sexual funk.

"Jesus fucking Christ... thank you... thank you Sir." the boy muttered. "I've never come so hard before."

Whispering into the boys ear the Man replied, "Such a good little cumslut!" and his words made Zach shiver. During the 20 minute respite he had all but come to terms with the fact the he would likely leave this cellar a changed person. It was surely inevitable that at some point he would hear that same whisper in his ear telling him what a good little cocksucker he was, and the imagined shame of that seemingly inescapable moment made his stomach churn with a guilty sense of anticipation, and caused his aching cock to twitch.

The Man had brought three small devices with him when he had re-entered the room. The identical