Controlled andHumiliated - Sex Stories

Controlled andHumiliated

... attached one end to my arms and pulled my arms over my head. While he was doing that Matt put some tent pegs into the ground about 8 feet apart so that I was in the middle. He took some more rope, attached an end to each ankle and then attached the other end to the tent pegs, pulling my legs wide apart. When they were satisfied with my leg position Sean pulled on the rope to my arms and stretched me out so I was just barely standing and my knees were spread out with at least a 2 foot space, exposing my ass and crotch. The two men walked around me for a while, trying to push me over, pulling on my tit clamps, jerking my cock, squeezing my balls and pulling on the anal balls in my ass. Sean and Matt stopped right in front of me, Sean spat on me, his spit landing on my cheek, and then he pulled Matt to him and kissed him. They started to make out hard, Sean pulling Matt's cock out and playing with it, stroking it rubbing his balls, Matt reaching under Sean's shirt and playing with his tits, exposing his hot midriff for me to drool over. As they were doing this all I could do was watch helplessly with a hard cock twitching from excitement, dripping pre-cum, wishing I could be on the ground in between then sucking then both. Matt reached into the back pack and pulled out a riding crop and circled around me and began to hit me with it, mostly on the butt, but also occasionally missing and hitting my cock or balls. When he was satisfied he and Sean start to fool around again ...

... essentially ignoring me. All of a sudden I began to feel this pressure on my asshole and realized that someone was pulling on the leather rope attached to the anal balls, putting pressure on my hole, just enough to make it feel like my hole was opening wide but not enough to pull the balls out. Then I felt hands on my balls, reaching into the boy's briefs I was wearing and massaging my then, squeezing them and puling them, rubbing my cock and then several fingers exploring my hole, sliding in next to the rope, pushing on the balls, moving them around in my hole, making my cock jerk with excitement, and drool more pre-cum. As I was dealing with being felt up without knowing who it was I started to look around and realized there were at least 10 other people here that I could see, most dressed, only 2 others were naked and secured in a position useful only to their tormentors. One was stretched over a barrel, ass in the air, head supported at cock level and the other was laid out on the ground, laying in a sheet of plastic, spread and secured at his arms and legs to tent pegs. My tormentor finally showed his face, he was good looking, greying hair, in shape, dressed in leather chaps, a harness that highlighted his tits, and a yellow jock strap. He came close to my face and hissed he liked to make boys like me feel useless. `Who is your Master' he said. I nodded at Sean and Matt, who had stopped to watch what he was doing, Sean said he could have fun with me, any form of humiliation is ...