Part 3
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  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

At my house
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  Friday afternoon was awful. I met Mike behind the bleachers and he
  fucked me without so much as a "how do you do." Then he informed
  me that I was not to show up at my own house until at least six so
  he could have time to chat my parents up.

  As he left he said, "oh and Jonnie-boy, here's another C-note, go
  be a good boy and pick up a larger butt plug and make sure to wear
  it home."

  FUCKER. With only a few months of school left, I was struggling
  not to be outed at this point. Every day I lived in equal terror
  that either Mike would post my pictures to the school or that
  people at school would realize I was a complete faggot. I was just
  starting to accept that I really liked Mike and more generally
  guys. I also was starting to accept that I was a total bottom, but
  I was most certainly ~not~ ready for anyone else to know.
  Especially anyone at school. Mike regularly endured open taunts of
  "faggot" and "sissy" and worse in the hallways. I did not want
  that to be me.

  Luckily I had enough extra money to take a cab over to the sex
  store. The clerk recognized me and asked, "More?"

  I nodded sheepishly, also to my great embarrassment there was an
  older male customer in the store this time who seemed to be eyeing
  me like a slab of meat. I tried to ignore the other customer and
  said, "I need a larger butt plug than the last one you sold me."

  The clerk smiled, I had just been in two nights earlier. The clerk
  stepped from behind the counter and walked over to the butt plugs.
  The selection was modest, but the clerk quickly selected a
  significantly larger plug and handed it to me.

  The plug looked far too big to possibly fit inside me. I paid the
  clerk and asked if I might borrow a restroom. The clerk seemed to
  chuckle at my predicament and I wandered to the restroom. It took
  me longer than I expected to get the butt plug into my hole and
  then my cock was quite aroused. I pulled my underwear back up and
  my cock was sticking out like a tent. Then my Levi's back on and
  buttoned them up. The bulge was quite noticeable and I felt a bit
  uncomfortable.

  The clerk and the older gentleman laughed at me as I walked out
  with the huge bulge in my pants. I had to take a bus back to the
  house and it was 6:30 before I made it home. My cock was raging a
  boner and my mom was at the kitchen table with Mike chatting up a
  storm. Fuck.

  "Hey Jonnie," Mike announced as I walked in. I saw his eyes go to
  my pants and I wandered in and sat down at the table.

  "Mike mentioned you had some late meetings at school," my mom
  said. "Anyhow, he suggested that you two both 'sleep out' in the
  basement this week." Fuck. Nobody would hear Mike beating the shit
  out of me in the basement. He must have remembered our nice
  finished basement from when we used to play down there as little
  kids.

  After dinner Mom ushered us downstairs saying, "Ok boys you can
  stay up as late as you want, I won't be bugging you."

Basement Fuck
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  I was barely all the way down the stairs before Mike shoved me
  down the last step and I hit the basement wall. My mom did not
  seem to hear and Mike knew he had me. Mike rained a torrent of
  punches onto my gut as he choked me with his other hand. I knew
  better than to struggle by now and when he let up I asked
  permission to strip. Mike said, "good boy" to me. Oddly it felt so
  good to hear that I had been good.

  I stripped naked and was wearing nothing but the large butt plug.
  My cock was rock hard and sticking out.

  "Go to the shower and cop off," Mike said pointing at my dick,
  "don't come back until you've gotten rid of that woodie." The
  worst part came later. I was jacking off in the shower and he came
  in and started taking extra pictures. When I made the mistake of
  turning to avoid the camera he delivered a swift kick to my crotch
  so I found myself doubled over in pain with a huge plug in my ass
  and Mike standing over me demanding that I cop off for the camera.

  It took me over an hour on the floor of the shower and Mike took
  several hundred pictures.

  After I shot three loads, Mike made me suck him off and then he
  took the plug out and fucked me until he orgasmed and left the cum
  in my ass and then shoved the huge plug back into my ass trapping
  his cum inside me.

  Mike took out some string from his backpack and tied me securely
  to the bed and then told me he was heading back to his house to
  post the pictures to our web site.

Morning
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  I managed to fall asleep despite my awkward position and woke up
  with Mike laying sprawled on top of me. Mike pulled the butt plug
  out of my ass and then fucked me. I was then untied from the bed
  and told to shower. I showered quickly so as not to displease
  Mike. When I came out of the shower Mike causally mentioned that
  we had to make at least ~one~ more stop at his computer to set the
  "blackmail" file for the web site unless I wanted my identity
  revealed to our now two thousand subscribers.

  He also had a sheaf of about fifty pages of printouts from web
  site members. I was ordered to hand write an answer to each piece
  of fan mail or they would all be left on my parent's bed tonight.

  Mike wandered upstairs and before he shut the door I heard him
  say, "Johnnie's still asleep." I read the disgusting emails of the
  guys who wanted to hear from me or see particular sexual acts on
  the web site. I found myself strangely aroused and revolted by the
  emails at the same time. For each, I hand wrote a response. I
  tried as best as possible to be polite and made sure that I
  answered each question. It was over an hour before Mike came down
  with a plate of breakfast food and I heard him promise to get me
  up and started on my homework. My hands were sore and Mike let me
  eat as he reviewed my responses.

  "Good," he said as he handed me about one thousand dollars. "You
  can be content that your predicament with me is at least making
  you quite wealthy. I owe you about another $98,000."

  He must have sensed my thought cause I got a quick jab to my ribs.
  It seemed to me a miracle at times that they were not shattered in
  several places with all of the kicks, punches and beatings that
  Mike delivered to me.

Afternoon
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  Around three o'clock I had finished most of my homework. Mike told
  my mom that there were some papers he left at his house and could
  we drive over and pick them up and maybe go see a movie. My mom
  readily agreed.

  Mom gave me the keys and I drove us over to his house. Mike made
  me use the computer to answer all of the emails sent to me
  precisely according to the responses I had handwritten. Mike stood
  over me as I answered the emails and several times if I hesitated
  or made a typographical error, I was immediately whacked with a
  police nightstick.

  It took me about an hour to type them all and Mike had me send
  them all out and then he made me strip naked and slide the night
  stick about halfway up my ass and walk around on all fours.
  Threatening, "make me happy fag boy or I might just forget to
  place the 'blackmail' file before we leave." Despite my
  misgivings, I found myself barking like a dog and doing everything
  I could to please Mike.

  Finally he just grabbed the nightstick out of my ass and turned to
  the computer and typed a few things and then told me it was time
  for us to head out and to be quick about getting dressed again.

  At the car he was already sitting behind the wheel. If my mom
  found out I would be dead, but I did not have much choice. Mike
  drove us not to the movie theater but back to the sex toy shop.
  There he handed me another of his lists and sent me into the
  store: alone.

  The list actually had three items on it: astroglide lube,
  fraternity paddle, and cat o'nine tail. The store clerk was the
  same and just about bust a gut laughing upon seeing me again,
  "real regular these days boy?" I grunted noncommittally and handed
  him my list.

  He picked up the lubricant and then showed me several wooden
  paddles. "Here, bend over" he said while pointing to a bench. "You
  really need to experience these for yourself to decide which to
  take." I hesitated and the clerk took me firmly by the arm and
  bent me over the bench and delivered a firm blow to my backside
  first with one paddle and then with two others. At each I jumped
  off the bench and had to be placed back onto it by the clerk. Fuck
  Mike was all I kept thinking, except the reverse is true, Mike was
  fucking me, totally and completely. Here I was spending money he
  had made by blackmailing me to buy sex toys to further blackmail
  me with.

  I selected the pine fraternity paddle finally and of course our
  attention quickly shifted to floggers and the clerk convinced me
  to take my shirt off. The clerk had me stand with my arms inside
  some restraints and demonstrated five different floggers gently.
  These seemed less painful than the paddles and I selected one
  mostly at random.

  I took my purchases back to the car where Mike made me show them
  to him.

  "Ok, fag boy, back to my house where we are going to give you your
  first proper whipping," Mike said matter of factly.

  Back at his house, Mike made me strip and sent me to the basement.
  A video camera was already sitting out and I saw restraints hanging
  from the ceiling. He had really planned this out. I grabbed the
  restraints and waited for Mike. He came down wearing a police
  uniform with a leather mask obscuring his face. I got no such
  privilege.

Whipping
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  If you have never been whipped before. There is not much to
  recommend the experience. It is painful and damaging to one's
  backside. Mike tightened the restraints and locked them. I was
  completely trapped.

  "Prisoner, prepare for punishment," he bellowed out.

  Then without warning the flogger struck my back. I screamed out in
  pain. Mike administered about forty lashes violently and I was
  sobbing crying by the time he was done. He stopped and took the
  digital tape camera up and said, "I've got to edit this up for
  your DVD."

  Before he left, he lubed up my fuckhole and slid in his
  nightstick, saying "make sure this doesn't fall out before I come
  back."

  The nightstick was completely smooth and felt like it was
  immediately falling out of my ass. I clenched my hole as tight as
  possible to try to keep the nightstick from falling. But it was no
  use, after just five minutes, the stick dropped to the floor. I
  bounced around trying to pick the stick up with my feet without
  success.

  I then pissed the floor nervously out of fear of what Mike might
  do.

  Mike returned about an hour later, video camera in hand. He
  laughed at seeing me and turned on the camera, "the prisoner
  clearly must be further punished, look at the faggot prisoner, he
  pissed himself and let the night stick fall out."

  Mike set the camera back on the tripod and picked out the paddle.
  I was then immediately wailed wickedly, and without warning,
  several dozen times. My screams echoed off the basement walls.

  When Mike finished he said, "so faggot, what do you say?"

  "Thank you Officer Mike," I managed under my crying.

  "Good fag boy," he said, "I am going to untie you, you will clean
  up this mess on the floor and then come upstairs and edit this
  second segment of your DVD, we will be selling these for $49.95
  starting tomorrow."

  I had to use my T-shirt to clean up the piss and then I came
  upstairs to Mike's room and had to edit the video of me getting
  paddled on the computer and then prepare the DVD master at Mike's
  direction.

  When I finished, Mike showed me that he had uploaded the order
  form for the DVD and the 'blackmail' file. I was somewhat safe for
  the next seven days.

  "Ok," Mike said, "it's about six, we will head back and tell your
  mom we saw ~Shrek~ again, go it fag boy?"

  "Yes, SIR," I responded.

  "Oh," he said, "put your pee drenched t-shirt back on, if she asks
  you spilled your drink in the theater, if you want you can pour
  some soda on it to try to mask the urine smell." He laughed at me.
  Sad thing is, I wandered down to the kitchen naked, with my ass
  red and back striped with whip marks and poured coke onto my white
  T-shirt to mask the urine smell and stain.

Dinner
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  My mom wanted to take off my T-shirt right in the kitchen on
  seeing the stain, but I persuaded her to let me wait and went up
  to my room and changed so she would not see my whip marks.

  Mom served us a hearty Midwestern dinner in front of my dad. Dad
  was pleased that Mike was planning to become a cop. The discussion
  shifted to why "Jonnie was not going to be a cop" and Mike
  volunteered that in fact "Jonnie was saying to me that in college
  Jonnie is going to major in law enforcement with me."

  What the fuck, now he was deciding where I was going to go to
  college. Downstairs in the finished basement, I was stripped naked
  and Mike laid out the next four years of my life in college as his
  personal fuck toy.

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