Both of them took me by my arms, and led me over to a corner of the room.
Stepping over to an object that was covered by a drop cloth.
As the cover was removed I was face to face with a very large dog cage.
As the door in it’s front was opened I was told to enter.
Inside the cage was a large cushion that covered the bottom.
Also, inside was a large bottle of water.
The inside dimensions were large enough that I could lay down, if I pulled my knees up.
However, there was no way I could stand up inside the cage.
On my knees, yes, stand no.
“Here is where you will sleep tonight.
If you are a good boy, we may rethink your sleeping arrangements.” He said.
Part 3
As I entered the cage, the door behind me was closed and a small cheap padlock was placed through the hasp.
Settling onto the cushion, the guys left the room, leaving a single bare light bulb burning.
Laying there, with the company of a single lamp to keep me guessing as to what will come next, I allowed my mind to wander.
Every scenario I thought of began to give me an erection.
Each time my penis began to enlarge, the pain shot up the length of my penis.
Only by sheer will power was I able to keep my penis relaxed.
In the midst of this I found myself in need of taking a piss, I guess that was what the second empty jug was for.
Unscrewing the cap, I inserted my penis through the opening.
As I sat there, emptying my bladder, I realized that I was slowly being broken down, broken to become the perfect submissive.
As the last drops fell from the tip, I twisted on the cap, and lay down upon the cushion.
I couldn’t believe that I actually slept in this cramped position, but sleep I did.
The next thing I knew, there was light streaming past the edges of the blinds, illuminating the basement utility room.
Once I was fully awake I took a long deep drink from the water jug, after which I added some pee to the other jug.
I was surprised that I felt vastly different than I thought I would.
For starters, I no longer had any reservations about spending the entire weekend here as their sex toy.
I didn’t think about what they were going to do to me, I was here for the duration, I was theirs to do with as they pleased.
In the midst of these revelations, the door swung open, and the guy’s sauntered into the room.
“Good morning slut, did you sleep well?
We certainly hope so, because we have a wonderful day planned.
First off let’s get you out of there, shall we.” Voice number one said.
Removing the padlock, the door swung open, and I was told to come out, and stand facing away from my captors.
I was ordered to stand with my legs spread as wide as possible with my hands behind my head.
Standing there, a cramp on the inside of my groin began to make itself known.
This set my leg to trembling, and my ability to stand still was becoming compromised.
As the guys saw this voice number one reached between my legs from behind, and took hold of my chastity cage.
Tugging on the cage, he began to give it a little twist and yank.
This effectively superseded , and canceled out the cramp I was feeling in my groin.
Knowing full well that I wasn’t supposed to move, and that movement would bring punishment, I forced myself to endure their treatment.
Releasing my cage, the cheeks of my bottom were pried apart, and a bit of lube was rubbed into my little ring.
As the fingers withdrew, a new object was brought into play.
With my cheeks held open, a plug was placed into my bottom.
As it settled into place, I felt them fumbling around behind me.
The next thing I knew there was a sound like you hear when the Dr pumps up a blood pressure cuff , the sound of a rubber bulb being squeezed.
In a second, I discovered what that sound signified, as the plug in my bottom began expanding within my bottom.
By the eighth pump, my bottom was filled to the max.
By the tenth, I was cramping up, and beginning to moan as I bent forward to relieve the pressure.
Then and only then, did they remove the pump from the plug, and opened the valve a bit to relieve the cramping, although the pressure was still present.
Turning me towards the play room, I was ordered into the shower to clean myself up in preparation for the day.
Once again I was denied any hot water, forcing me to make a quick job of cleaning myself.
Leaving the shower stall a towel was tossed over to me.
Having dried myself, I was escorted into the main living area of the house, and into the kitchen.
“Slut, I hope you are a decent cook, because we are famished.
Everything you need for a tasty meal is here, so go ahead and fix the three of us breakfast.” They told me.
OK, so here I was bare assed naked, wearing only a chastity cage and a butt plug, in a kitchen fixing breakfast for my captors and myself.
They requested scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, a simple enough meal to create.
When the food was ready I placed the plates upon the table in front of my captors.
As I placed my plate on the table and began to sit, I was yanked to my feet and scolded for my presumption of being worthy to sit at the same table as my betters.
Once on my feet I was bent over the table, as a large wooden kitchen spoon flashed across my bottom.
Eight, ten, twenty hits to my bottom from the wooden spoon had turned my bottom red and throbbing.
Once released, I was handed my plate and told to sit on the floor at the feet of my captors.
The meal concluded, I removed the plates, and proceeded to clean up the mess I created.
While I was doing this, the guys had left the room, only to return ten minutes later.
“OK slut, let’s begin the day with a little exercise shall we.
Now this farm I live on has been in my family for many generations, and over the years we have added to the acreage.
So now we own over five hundred acres of land, including fifty of those acres that we have left as untouched forest.
My thought for today’s workout, would be a nice run, what do you think?
If you exit the back door and head into the woods on your left, we will give you a five minutes head start.
You are to stay only in the woods and be as quick and silent as possible.
After five minutes we are going to begin searching for you.
If we find you, before you hear this whistle, (The older man blew the whistle.) we will become creative in your punishment.
If however, you manage to elude us, we will reward you with some nicer amenity’s, and a bit more freedom.
OK, your five minutes begins now.” The older man said.
Opening the door, I looked around making sure nobody was able to see me.
From behind I heard them tell me that there weren’t any neighbors around for at least four miles.
Stepping outside, I began to head into the tree line fifty yards away.
The morning was warm, with dew still upon the ground.
Making my way through the first row of trees, the forest began to thicken almost immediately.
Low hanging branches, and bushes continued to slap at my legs and chest.
Doing my best to avoid anything hitting my balls and penis was proving futile.
The cage helped quite a bit, by deflecting the worst of the hits.
Yet a number of times my penis and balls were subject to impacts.
Making my way through the woods, while doing my best to be as silent as possible was very difficult.
It seems that every branch, every twig under foot, was destined to snap and give away my position.
Every once in a while, I chanced a look back to judge my progress.
I did note that my passage was marked by the disturbance of the dew upon the ground.
Fuck, I though, I need to get to an area where this wasn’t going to give away my direction of travel.
Making my uphill on a rocky outcropping, I had hoped that my footprints were covered by the lack of dew on the ground.
So far, I was making progress, it felt like I was gaining distance from my pursuers.
Even while I was running to keep ahead of my pursuers, I was kind of excited by my being naked in the woods.
My heart was racing and my body was primed for flight.
I wondered if I should slow down a bit to allow them to catch me.
I mean, after all this was supposed to be an opportunity to explore all my kinks.
If I won the race, I wouldn’t be subjecting myself to their sexual demands.
If I lost too easily, they might suspect that I did so on purpose.
Breaching the top of the hill, I slipped on a patch of mud, and landed on my backside.
As I landed, I began to slide the rest of the way to the bottom.
At the base of the hill, I found the guys waiting for me, laughing their heads off at the way I was delivered into their hands.
Hell, even I had to laugh at the display I had put on, as I landed literally at their feet.
“Well slut, you put on a good show, and a pretty good effort in your evasion, you just have to realize that we know this area all too well, and figured that the only way you were going to go was the way the terrain led you.
In fact, we had been waiting here for ten or so minutes, in anticipation of your arrival.
OK, stand up, let’s get you cleaned up.
If you follow us, there is a stream around the next hill where you can clean up.
Before we go any further, I need to ask, are you OK?
You didn’t hurt yourself when you fell, or on the way here did you?” The younger man said.
“No, I’m fine, just a little winded, and my pride is a bit bruised along with my bottom.
When I slipped on the patch of mud, I was able to slid in an upright position, but of course, you know that, you saw my fall.” I told them.
This brought another round of laughter from the three of us.
Cresting the next hill, a magnificent stream came into view.
Here was an angler’s dream, clear not too deep with a fairly quick current, perfect for fly fishing.
After this is all over, I wonder if they will allow me to fish in this stream?
Stepping onto the bank, I tested the water, it wasn’t too deep or too cold.
I waded out into the water, and lowered myself into the soothing water while the guys waited on the bank.
Once I was cleaned up, I wadded out of the water to await instructions.
“OK, follow us.” The older man told me.
Walking another hundred yards or so, we came to a clearing.
It was obvious that they had been here before.
I say this because in the clearing, there was a series of ropes hanging from the limbs of two trees.
Directing me to stand between the trees, I was ordered to lay down.
From their backpack, they produced four leather cuffs that they strapped to my wrists and ankles.
Taking the s-hooks attached to the ropes, they hooked the ropes to each of the cuffs around my ankles.
Pulling the other ends of the rope, I was hoisted into the air upside down.
Next up they attached the second set of ropes to the cuffs around my wrists.
I was now hanging there totally helpless.
“Slut, are you OK?
Is this causing you any problems?
Please let us know if there is any problem, remember we aren’t here to cause you harm.” they said.
For the first few minutes, I had to contend with the blood rushing to my head.
This was causing me a momentary bout of dizziness, this however cleared up in just moments.
While I hung there the chastity cage was removed from my penis, and the plug in my bottom was deflated.
In truth I had grown so accustomed to the plug, I had forgotten it was there.
Yet when it was deflated, there was a rush of feelings that shot through my body.
Both the guys were behind me as I waited to find out what they had in mind.
Seconds later, I found out.
There was a sudden rush of air as I heard a crack, immediately followed by a sharp pain across my bottom.
Holy shit that hurt!
The first was followed by a second, followed by a third, and so on, until I had counted ten hits with the whip.
I was left untouched for a few minutes, while they let the pain sink in.
After that time the older man came around my front.
It was then that I felt his mouth upon my penis.
Hanging there, I was being given a grade “A” blow job.
As it was my penis was throbbing due to having been teased and denied release, over the last fifteen or so hours.
As I expected, they weren’t going to allow me to climax, as he walked away from my penis when he felt I was close.
As soon as he walked away, the ropes were lowered a bit.
At that moment the cheeks of my bottom were spread apart, and a gob of lube was worked into my bottom.
Behind me, the older man began to work his penis into my bottom.
Once he was fully seated, the pounding began.
Twenty or so strokes later, they switched positions, and the younger man stepped up for his turn.
For the next thirty or so minutes they worked over my bottom.
As one was pounding my bottom, the other was playing with and sucking on my penis.
They repeated this a couple of times each, before they backed off.
My brain was becoming overloaded with sensations.
As quick as a flash it was over, the ropes that held me upside down were lowered and I was unhooked.
“OK, time to go.” the older man said.
As I rubbed my wrists, and ankles getting the circulation flowing, a collar was placed around my neck.
Attached to this was a length of rope, much like you would leash a dog.
I was pushed ahead of the pair, and was told to lead the way.
When I made a wrong turn, the rope was yanked in the direction they wanted me to head.
Twenty minutes later we were at the back door of the house.
However instead of entering the house, I was led towards the barn across the yard.
It was then that I noticed a bunch of cars lined up..
Pulling open the door, we entered the barn.
As we rounded the corner, I saw five guys lounging around the inside.
One of my captors spoke up,
“OK guys, let’s see those ID’s”. the older man said.
Each of them pulled out their wallets, and showed their ID’s.
Once my captors were ascertained that the guys were in fact of legal age, the younger of my captors spoke up.
OK, here are the rules, our slut is here for your pleasure and use.
You will not do anything to him that will cause any lasting harm.
You will not do anything that will draw blood.
He has a pair of “safe words”.
If he says “Yellow,’ you are to slowdown and back away.
If he says “Red”, everything stops, and stops right away.
One last thing, our slut is not allowed to cum, is that understood.
If you disregard these rules, especially the safe words, you will be removed from the party, and I will do so in such a way that you will wish you never heard of our little party, is that clear! He said.
Looking at each guy in turn, they spoke up and agreed to the terms of the party.
As I looked on, the guys began to undress.
I was in awe of their bodies,
to a one their penises were rock hard and ready to go.
I was ordered to the center of the barn, where I was surrounded by the guys.
All of them began running their hands all around my body.
A couple of them took my hands and placed them onto their penises.
As I held them in my hand I could feel the heat they generated.
I began stroking those hard penises, and feeling the pre-cum leaking from their tips.
Seconds later I was pushed to my knees, as one after another they ran their penises between my lips.
I was glorying in the feel and taste of these young men’s penises.
I felt like I was the person in the world who knew such joy, as I was being used for the pleasure of others.
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