"No!! Squeeze it around my dick "
"I'm squeezing. I am. "
Paul pushed his stiff dick further into Lyn's ass, then bounced up and down while making a face. "
"Don't stop. That smacks my g-spot. Gawd that feels hot"\!
"Shit! I don't feel like fucking" discouraged with Lyn's weak attempt at copying Jojo's feat earlier.
"Come eat my pussies" Buster lay back holding his ankles displaying one splayed pussy and the other with the first digit of a finger circling around in it.
"Who wants to squeeze my dick in their ass?" Paul wasn't giving up.
"Go ahead try my holes. I'll squeeze that peepee for you" Buster was horny. The boys with dicks had made out pretty good in the fucking department this morning in the video shoot , he could only watch and diddle himself. To two orgasms, but still!
Paul knelt in front of the moist pussies and considered which to try first.
"Any of the two, Paul. Come on I need dick. I said I'll squeeze it. "
Paul edged forward and rubbed his dick against the labia. Then with caution he started entering.
"Stick it in there Paul. Damn!!"
Obeying, Paul arched himself and shoved his stiffie into Buster.
"That's it. Like that. Now do the washing machine thing"
Paul ground his dick into the hole and swished around like he was stirring something.
After a few minutes passed, Paul felt a pressure all around his dick. Just like in the morning with Jojo but not as strong.
"Keep squeezing. Like an on and off thing"
"Well now you know who has the tightest hole on this bed. Try my ass, I think that'll work better. Again Paul obeyed and as soon as he sent his dick into Buster's ass, he started to feel himself being squeezed"
"Shit!! That hurts. What you got in there? Fuck" Paul disengaged and rolled to his back on the big bed.
"Well if no one wants to fuck what are we supposed to do?"
"I want to fuck" Buster was still horny.
"Grow a dick, bitch!!"
"Jealous!!"
Roger was propped up on a few pillows. "What did you guys think about Jojo?"
They stared at Roger, who was fondling his soft dick.
Lyn was leaning on his elbow. " Lets see. I saw a boy get deep throated and fucked. What's the big deal?"
Gene sat up "Yeah, like what's the big deal? The last live stream at the Academy, after the school population fucked my holes, fucking Alex invited the audience to do the same. I was soaked in cum. Smelled like it for a week"
"So did I, that's why I fucked you so much" Roger indeed loved the taste and smell of cum.
Wintermen entered the room and found all five lounging. One erection, he noticed, the rest soft but fondling.
"Starting tomorrow you five will be "helping" in the studio you worked in today, three days each week. Sunday off, but the other three days with me in the dungeon. "
After another quick survey of the room he turned and left.
"Great!! Now we work six days"
"Hey stupid, most slaves work 24/7. We're getting off easy. In fact I don't really feel "OWNED" just used."
"Ok. I'm ready to fuck. Anybody in?"
Everybody was!!
The scene was set up using a scaffold that formed a semi circle. Five divisions. The middle displayed Buster with hands tied behind his back and stretched to the rear topmost bar of the scaffold. His feet. shackled to the bottom front bar, legs spread wide. The other boys were hung in just the opposite manner, legs pulled to the bottom rear and shackled, hands stretched to the front, their bodies hung at a 45 degree angle leaning forward.
Jojo had been sitting in the back of the studio. His own filming had been cut short. He watched as two tattooed and leathered up men whipped the five, lashed them, and tormented them with velvet wands. The four boys with junk had that area bound and hung with pails the men added rocks to as they passed. The boys rated this scene so far at about a four. When the wands brushed against the scrotums the number rose to a 4.5. They had had velvet wands fuck their asses, that had been pretty intense, especially when the wand got dangerously deep, near the g-spot.
A third man appeared pushing a small cart loaded with burning candles. He started with the boy at the end, Gene.
"I'm going to pour hot wax on your back and let it drip down your sides. Then your butt crack will be filled, as will your asshole. When the wax dries we'll remove it and use a different color wax. We do like variety"
The third man was the opposite of the leather men. Dressed in sheer stockings, a neglige that amounted to a black string wound around his midriff to his neck. Earrings, septum ring. And a PA. The boys had never encountered a "fem boy " with a PA. A jeweled plug shone from between his ass cheeks.
The wax was poured and the man pouring it held the candles as close to the boy's skin as he could. The boys were unimpressed by the scene so far. Their tolerance of this kind of pain had been nurtured at the Academy on a daily basis. Their torsos were turning pink from the lashing, and then a riding crop appeared. This was concentrated on the four boys's ball sacks. Though the boys were gagged, their misery was heard loud and clear. Drool dripped from their mouths around the gag.
The pails had been removed when filled with rocks and after a malicious tug downward. This was to accommodate the riding crop a clearer access to the balls.
The men circled around the five administering their various punishments. The whips and lashes found their butt cheeks and brought a rosy glow.
Buster got off easy , hot wax and a pussy and asshole beating. Miraculously he had two orgasms.
The video ended, the boys stood together discussing the many torments they endured.
"You guys ok? I'll send Jojo and some staffers up for aftercare."
All five were shaking their heads. Roger spoke " I think we're all ok. A shower and a nap would do the trick"
Wintermen seemed surprised.
"What would you say about this scene.?"
Gene stepper forward, "I think we give it a 5 or a 5.5. The fire stick up the ass was cruel as hell. We all loved it"
Paul stepped up "When the velvet wand went up and down my dick for, shit, what was it? Five minutes? Thought I was on fire. Fuck that was great"
The boys had all learned that pain dished out like today was a precursor to strong orgasms. The pain, they learned to channel. Not try to ignore but to own it. Challenge themselves, with repetition the pain is reduced to foreplay.
Not to be left out, Buster pushed Paul aside "When that fire stick was in my ass and wand was nudging into my pussy; if I hadn't cum twice already I think I would have made it three times"
They had all become pain slaves in a twisted way; the pain was superficial but what it engendered was visceral.
"Wintermen looked confused "You saying you came? Had orgasms?"
"Well yeah, wasn't that what you wanted?"
Lyn spoke up from the back of the group "we didn't get to cum!! I wanted to shoot the whole time. Thought I'd do a no hands a couple times"
"You guys are into pain?" Wintermen still looked unbelieving
Again Gene answered " Nah, just used to it"
"I'm still sending the fuckboy up, "
Then Wintermen turning to Jojo, a look that said he expected a full report.
The director found them as they were leaving "Whenever you boys feel up to it I'd like to film part two"
"This afternoon?" Roger took a silent survey of his friends.
"We'll try to crank it up a bit for you".
"We can help with that if you like"
Upstairs Roger and Jojo found a quiet corner and kissed, chatted, laughed. But when the other four went to the washroom to shower, Roger pushed Jojo onto his back and they wrapped arms and legs around each other.
This wasn't their daily brand of sex, showy, or performed for a camera. It wasn't even the sex Roger enjoyed with his friends; this sex was secondary to the closeness they felt to each other non-physically.
Roger's hardon was dangerously close to Jojo's butt. He teased, rubbing it up and down the small boys crack, then stopped with his dick head poised at the boys opening.
"Oh Roger, please. Like before. Hard. Try to hurt me."
"I'll fuck you as rough as I can but I'll never hurt you"
A sudden shove and Roger was deep into Jojo, they smiled as Roger began a slow in and out fuck. This time he drew all the way out to wait a second and shove back in. Jojo's grip tightened on Roger's neck. His legs wrapped closer.
"I want to cum together. Edge until we can't hold it anymore"
Jojo nodded with a smirk. He knew this was going to be fun.
From a distant doorway the four peeked around to see the two wantonly fucking and kissing.
"Isn't that cute. Roger has a crush"
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The therapist, Doctor Stihl, and Wiley sat across from each other, in silence. The actual discussion between the two had lasted about twenty minutes. An unknown trigger had sent Wiley into a memory which left him mute.
"I'm asking Rhys to join us. Are you okay with that. Wiley?" The doctor recognized Wiley's withdrawal, it had happened frequently the last few months. His inclination was to put a hand on his patient's knee, he demurred. The one and only time he had presumed to touch Wiley, the boy had freaked out, climbing backward over the chair he was sitting in and collapsed on his back. And passed out.
Rhys sat next to his partner, he wanted so much to grab and squeeze his hand. To hug him. In Wiley's present state any physical touch would put him in another frenzy.
"I think Wiley should be under twenty four hour care. Either at home or a facility. While he was lucid he was open to the idea. He says he won't take any meds." The doctor spoke as if Wiley wasn't in the room.
"I'll bring someone in" Rhys had already gone through three caregivers, the thought of finding a third was just depressing
Rhys and the doctor talked for another thirty minutes until Wiley showed some signs of consciousness.
"Come on baby, let's go home" Rhys took Wiley's ready and welcome hand and they left.
"I'm finding another houseboy for you. I don't want you to be at home alone"
Wiley was silent for a while. "You know, the last one was t very nice"
"I'll call Alex, see if he has someone on staff that would do it."
Rhys had hired a boy named Finn to stay at the condo with Wiley as caregiver; everything was fine until the houseboy was giving him a blow job.
Finn said it seemed like Wiley was going to have an orgasm, and just when he tasted the semen in his mouth Wiley's moan turned to a blood chilling scream, then passed out.
After that Finn never came back.
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The scaffold had been left set up, this time the boys were hogtied and suspended with their asses plainly meant for attention. Gagged, nipples clamped and weighted. Buster was in the middle, his two holes displayed a large plug in his pussy and a speculum spreading his asshole more and more open. The gape was at three inches, one of the tormentors was kneeling, tongue licking the gaping hole.
Buster couldn't help but grimace as the speculum stretched his asshole; he could never get the purpose in that. Sure, fisting and filling with piss. But you didn't have to be pulled open for that. He had to admit looking at a wide gaping hole was a turn on.
There were times when Buster considered having phalloplasty, but thinking it through he concluded not to. In a scene with the other guys he could have three orgasms by the time their second hardon was ready. What's fucking for anyway? To cum, of course !"
Roger and Lyn were being whipped, lashed and ultimately paddled to a deep purple. Now that was an ordeal. The paddling was bearable if your ass wasn't already close to breaking skin. A bamboo rod had been used but mostly just on the balls. The two boys were gagged with a two inch dildo gag, which was momentarily removed when the tormentors wanted a break from the beatings for a wet face fuck. .
The men were told the last session was shit. Playground play for these boys. Humiliated by the criticism, they were determined to teach these little smart asses a lesson.
As the men moved to the fuckable mouths they agreed piss was on the agenda. So the boys were fed piss off and on for a little over an hour. The crowning touch had been adding hot wax to the ass cracks and ass holes of the two. When the hot liquid was dropped on a discolored ass cheek, the howls were loud and pitiful despite the gag. A velvet wand was hung above each boys back to slide over the tender skin, but It wasn't working all that well,, so they were drawn across the beaten-raw ass cheeks.
Gene was suspended by his bound wrists over a pedestal topped with a dildo/plug the size of a traffic cone; his mission was to shinny up the pedestal using just his feet to impale himself on the dildo. To make the task more challenging his nipples were clipped and heavy looking metal pieces hung from them. The best part was the electro scrotum cage. The tormenter sat in a chair with one hand stroking his cock while the other controlled the electro which was shot periodically through Gene's balls.
Whenever he attained a little progress to the top of the dildo an electric shot wracked his body and that progress was lost. The tormentor kept the remote set at its highest frequency, thinking maybe later he's reduce it a little to give this shit-head a break.
The tormentors ended this session as always, with fucking their victims. They all tag teamed the boys adding little torments while doing so. The boys with the purple, waxed butts had their butt cheeks purposely slapped while being fucked. Buster hosted two at once which, if asked, is how he likes it the most. Gene was returned to the floor and spread eagled on a whipping table. After being branded with lash marks his mouth received all the men's attention, he eventually was left with cum dripping down his chin.
Paul was on a tilted platform, resting on his knees. His head and wrists were secured through holes, pillory style. With ankles and calves secured with rope to the platform , he was unable to move at all. His ass stuck up in the air with a pink tail protruding, a vibrating plug. The vibration was stronger than any he had suffered, and large enough to fill his ass pretty tightly. He howled when, intermittently, the plug was turned to the highest power. It felt as if a dozen raccoons were frantically trying to get out. . His dick remained hard, with his prostate being constantly battered, precum dribbled and pooled beneath him. His back was streaked with colored wax, a velvet wand was held against his balls with a staggered few precious seconds relief. A gagged Paul was by far the loudest voice in this scene. The scene lasted longer than the earlier filming; a full two hours. The director and crew had been given orders to "break those wise-ass little fuckers".
The ending BDSM scenes like this usually ended with those being tortured brought to orgasm. Not this time.
Being released from their final humiliation, the boys stood together, two stooping, all of them exhausted and almost unable to move. They talked about what to do with the rest of the day, in an attempt to act unfazed, nonchalant.
The director ambled up to them, he seemed quite pleased with his upgraded scene.
"No smart-assed comments this time? You guys were hollering, crying, the tears were streaming down your faces. I think we did good. "
Roger was stooping , legs held wide, his butt was a truly ghastly sight, as was Lyn's. . "Definitely better, Mr director, sir. We might not be ready real soon for the next scene. Once the branding and butt cheeks clear up, we'd like to run the next filming ourselves . This afternoon rated about a 7.5. You're getting better, but the formula you're looking for isn't in the variety of torments you can inflict but the severity of the central one. We'll show you what we mean"
Buster put a comforting arm around Roger. "I liked it, that first plug was awesome. Vibrating and shocking? Cool!"
The rest just turned away and they all took the long , uncomfortable journey to the bedroom.
Jojo had watched and hated to see Roger so damaged, despite what he said. He knew his crush was suffering, something he hadn't seen in him before.
"Roger? Why don't you and Lyn let me put some cream on your butts, it'll cool them. "
Roger was too tired to think straight, "Wounds and battle scars, maybe. We were definitely tapped."
Lyn lay on his stomach next to Roger "that rang my bell; not at all creative, but not bad"
"Don't be jealous, but I came, shit, I'm not really sure how many times". Buster was helping Gene. The boys asshole had been squashed onto the plug, so it needed some cooling salve. His balls were another thing; a bag of ice was prepared.
Paul just laid face down. Silent.
The next day they were instructed to report to one of the sets. They shut and locked their bedroom door.
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Alex returned Rhys's call that night, the houseboy was chosen. A boy named Barron.
"Hey Alex! You remember a while ago when Wiley and I were there to lead some class or other?"
"Sure, the day Wiley passed out, right?"
"Yeah, that was his first episode, I think. Was there anything unusual about that day? I'm thinking something he saw or heard triggered his passing out. I didn't really think much of it at the time. The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him. Just figured it was one of those freak things. "
"Andre will be here in a sec, let's ask him"
Andre was the CEOOE (chief executive officer of everything) unofficially. Actually he was more of a COO, making sure the academy's daily functions took place. He also kept notes of daily activities, visitors, recruits, filming, everything.
This was Andre's part time job.
Andre, the only person besides the headmaster who wore clothes at the Academy, entered and plopped in the chair across from Alex.
"Tough day? It's only noon!.......say hi to Rhys, he's in speaker "
"Hey bitch!!"
Andre was not amused. "Tell me, why do all these naked boys think it would be "hot" to give a guy in a three piece suit a blowjob in the hallway? Hello Rhys. How's Wiley?"
"The same. We're trying another caregiver "
"You mean houseboy? Fuckboy? Don't you guys get enough at your cafe slash bathhouse slash sex club?" Andre asked.
"Oh, like you're so chaste, how many boys did you fuck this morning? Not including your live-in "fuckboy"?"
"Two....but in the sanctity of my office not in public like you shithead heathens........why am I here?"
"Andre, you remember when Wiley passed out in the hallway a while back?" Alex asked the question.
"Of course, why would you even ask me such an inane thing?"
"I'm trying to figure out what triggered it. I think that was the first episode "
Andre removed an iPad from his briefcase.
"That was August 13, you boys were here for a tutorial on how to deal with piercings on a "client". "
"Anything else that day?"
"Of course!! "
Andre referred to his notes.
"Three new recruits. No names, they hadn't been processed yet. Lyric led a douching class, Huntr manned the cage room, so I'm sure he sampled the three new boys. Master Wintermen paraded in for a new fuckboy. And the Annex sex pigs got a new recruit, Bunny. What kind of a name is Bunny?"
"Femboy, stupid!" Rhys loved needling Andre.
"Shit. I was hoping for a clue. .....well anyway if you can think of anything let me know. This mess is just getting worse."
After five more minutes of insults the three said "fuck you" to each other and hung up.
Rhys watched Wiley as he blankly stared at a bookcase.
"Winterman? Have I heard that name? It's familiar damn it.......where did I hear it?"
Rhys remembered........the hospital. Wiley heard Rhys talking to himself.
"Oh fuck!!"
