He then ran a finger down between, stopping at my opening and slowly began to insert. "Fuck man just look at this little ass, like two grapefruits" he commented. Brad stepped behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands. my ass, my cock my balls, running their hands over my body, chuckling, panting, making lewd remarks.
"By god, that's one sweet-looking trussed-up bitch-boy. I couldn't raise myself enough to ease the tension on my arms. The rope was tight around my wrists the pull was terrible. But no words came, and now Ryan was saying, " A good whipping will make you cooperate, you can take my word." But again, behind the fear, behind the shame and pain, there surged such boiling anger, such contempt, such hatred for the animals they were, that even then I might have held my ground, such as it was. I was so scared, I think I might have broken down right then, and said I'd do it, I was sorry. You understand me, boy? I'm gonna hear you tell us how you love our cocks, and what a filthy fucking low-down fag you are, not good enough to eat our shit.
By fuck, before we're through with you, you'll be sucking our cocks and anything else we tell you to. I guess it's gonna take a little taste of real punishment to break you down and make you learn respect for your superiors. "You fancy smart-ass college boy piece of crap! I think you need to learn your place. Ryan's face got very hard, his eyes got very small, and when he spoke, his voice came out so low that he was almost whispering. You're going to suck our cocks, and show you've learned your lesson." Oh yeah, you're pretty handy with that mouth, all right, well, soon I'm planning to feel that mouth around my dick. You're going to have to pay for insulting us like you did. "We're gonna have all kinds of fun with you, you snot-nosed bitch-boy. I was now suspended naked, helpless, spread wide and completely at their mercy. Ryan stepped behind me and with one hard pull, ripped away my only remaining piece. I was left clad only in a pair of skimpy red underwear. Brad started cutting away my shirt while Ryan pulled off my sneakers and socks. Ryan and Brad both produced short sharp knives."let's see what you got for us pretty boy" sneered Brad. "Leave me alone you fucking faggots" I screamed. They began grabbing at me thru my clothes everywhere. Then my ankles were secured to the ends of a wooden bar, leaving me suspended, dangling and spread-eagled before them in the middle of the room, my feet about 2 inches off the floor. They pulled me up off the floor after tossing the ropes tied to my wrists over a beam above. Then they both grabbed me, one by each wrist, to which they tied separate ropes. "Are you out of your mind? You can't be serious! You can't just-Look,"