Rebecca in trouble (part 7) - Sex Stories

Rebecca in trouble (part 7)

... the chair. "No," he stammered, unable to catch his breath, "I will do it, don't touch me with that again." David began to remove his shoes and socks. He stood up and removed his shirt, pulling it from his pants. He slowly unbuckled his belt. He looked up, the three guards watching, waiting for him to remove his pants. They intended to humiliate him. He wondered if Rebecca had had to do the same thing. His cock got hard again. He unsnapped the button and lowered the zipper down slowly, anything to delay the process. He pushed his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He stood there in his shorts, his hard cock straining the front of them, his hands trying to hide his erection. "Hands at your side, are you embarrassed, David?" David moved his hands, his erection still straining his shorts. He looked down at the floor, he did not want to see the faces of the female guards that f***ed him to strip. "It seems our little David has a big cock and this is exciting him. Is that true, David, you are enjoying stripping for us?" Gomez laughed along with the other guards. "Remove your shorts, let's see that big cock that you are so proud of." David pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. Fuck them he thought, he was not ashamed of the size of his cock. He stood up, his hands at his side, his hairless cock sticking straight out, hard and erect. "Ah, what a big cock for one so young. Step over to the table, David. That's a good boy, now sit up on the edge." One of ...

... the guards stood next to David and pushed him down flat on the table. She grabbed one of his wrists. David tried to pull away but when he felt the prod sticking in his side he relented. He felt a leather strap go around his wrist, securing it to the corner of the table. The other wrist was secured in the same manner, he was now flat on his back, his wrists high over his head, secured to the corner. Meanwhile, his cock still remained hard, pointing toward the ceiling. "Secure his legs," Gomez ordered the other guard. She pulled his left leg up on the table, his knee bending in order to secure it to the top of the leg in the front of the table. Another leather cuff was secured to it, holding his leg tightly to the side. His right leg was secured in the same manner. He was now bound on his back, his legs bent at the knees, his legs spread. "Spread him open." David felt one of the guard's attach a leather strap to his knee. She ran it under the table and attached the other end to his other knee. She began to pull it tight, his knees spreading outward, opening his legs wider until he felt he was going to be torn up the middle. "A little tighter, let him feel a little pain," Gomez said. David felt his knees open wider, his knees almost bent level with table, straining to close. David watched in fear as the three guards put on rubber gloves. He was not going to like what they were going to do. One of the guards moved toward his head. She took a leather strap and attached it over his ...