OVER THE FENCE

BY DEMI HAMLIN

[ part 2 ]

Frankie’s raped hole was still oozing cum. The ball gag in his mouth tasted salty from all his tears. The 10 year old could barely move from the leather restraints. He had managed to stop crying, but that was only to hear what Mr. Priester was doing in the other room. He strained to hear a noise, but couldn’t make out a thing.

Frankie rubbed his 4 inch dick against the bed hoping to remove the metal clamp on it. But the teeth were holding just as tightly as ever. He tried to imagine what he looked like strapped spread-eagle on the bed. There he was butt naked, his ass covered in cold, gooey cum. He dad always teased him about having a big ass. Sometimes after his dad would spank him, he’d massage it in his hands. Sometimes he did it without even whipping Frankie.

But his dad never left Frankie’s ass as red as an apple. Even with his honey-brown skin the red marks from Priester’s beating were clear as day.

Frankie pulled at his restraints, but was too sore and weak to really make the effort. He just wanted to go home.

Just then he spotted Priester’s shadow. Frankie didn’t think he could cry anymore, not with the way his eyes hurt, but the tears came as Priester walked in. In his hand he was carrying two smaller black boxes, some wires, something that looked like a smaller, but thicker version of the dildo Frankie had been raped with, and some black things that looked like straws without hole to Frankie.

“I saw that you unplugged my monitor,” Priester said. He still had his robe on, and his dick was raging hard as he walked by. Already it was drooling. When he went out of Frankie’s sight, the boy panicked, figuring all that drool would be square in his ass any second.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, he felt Priester releasing the restraints on his legs. He moved up to Frankie’s hands, but stopped. “Listen good, boy,” he said into Frankie’s ear. “You’re going to turn over and lay on your stomach. You still owe, and you’re not getting out of this. Don’t even think about running because if you do, you’ll pay for it. You got that?”

Frankie nodded and waited for Priester to release his hands. Once he was free, Frankie began to turn over, but suddenly bolted off the bed. Only he hadn’t paid any attention to where he was turning and went head first into the wall. Frankie shot up to his feet, but Priester was right in front of him.

He grabbed Frankie by the throat and squeezed tightly. Instinctively Frankie reached for Priester’s hand, but quick squeeze made the boy’s arms drop back to his side.

“What did I just say to you?” Priester hoisted Frankie back onto the bed and planted his knee in Frankie’s stomach. The boy moaned, his mouth still gagged, as he struggled with Priester to keep his hands free.

Priester held Frankie’s left arm at bay with his right hand, and with his other hand went for the clamp on Frankie’s nipple. As soon as Priester touched it Frankie knew what was going to happen. Priester pulled it viciously, and instantly Frankie stopped fighting. The pain tore through his chest. With one hand, Priester slipped the leather restraint back around the bed frame and tied it. He did the other arm quickly, and pushing all his weight on Frankie’s stomach, got up to tie up the boy’s legs.

Frankie mumbled that he was sorry and he’d be good and just wanted to go home. But Priester paid him no mind. In fact, after he tied Frankie down again, this time with the boy’s dick pointing to the ceiling, Priester removed the clamps on Frankie’s nipples and dick. There were little scrap marks and punctures all over the clamped flesh, especially on Frankie’s foreskin from where he’d tried to wiggle the clamp free.

Priester smiled as how pretty the boy’s little dick looked all bloodied up. Frankie’s brown pole was slender and curved downward and a little to the right. Priester leaned forward and swallowed all four inches of it into his mouth. He ran his tongue up and down the tender foreskin, and just as Frankie began to moan in pleasure, Priester bit down harshly. Frankie screamed, but Priester kept chewing on his dick. He gave it one final suck before letting it drop from his mouth.

The little puncture wounds were bleeding now, but Frankie’s dick was as hard as ever. Priester wiped the dick clean with his bathrobe and then picked up what looked like a thin black straw. Frankie watched in horror as Priester licked the black straw, took hold of his tiny dick, and pushed the straw right into his piss hole.

“Squirming only makes it hurt more,” Priester said. “But then, so does going slowly.” He eased up his pace, pushing the straw deeper, then pulling it out just a little and pushing it in again. He stopped when he’d gotten a third of the length. Then he took another straw and a little black disk and thread it through on of the holes in the disk. He wrapped this around Frankie’s shaft. He made two more and pulled them tightly around each of Frankie’s balls.

Then he went for the smaller dildo. It looked a lot different up close to Frankie. It had a weird part at the bottom that looked like it would make it stay in his ass. He wanted to squeeze his ass shut, but with cum still oozing out of him, there was little he could do. The butt plug slid right in.

Priester put two metal clips on Frankie’s nipples and then sat the two black boxes on the bed. He attached the wires from Frankie’s dick and balls to one box and Frankie’s butt plug and nipples to the other. Standing at the foot of the bed with a sly grin, he flicked on the boxes and eased up the dials.

A pulse ran threw Frankie’s dick down to his pelvis. It only lasts for 10 seconds, but the pain hung in him. He groaned and then squealed as another burst came from his chest and ass.

“That was what you were trying to avoid when you unplugged my monitor, wasn’t he?” Priester said. He turned up the dial on the box to Frankie’s dick. Another pulse surged through the boy’s tiny dick. He screamed and pulled at his restraints and then when stiff as the second blast hit him.

Priester turned up the dial on the butt plug box and laughed as Frankie squirmed around in pain. With each burst the boy’s face scrunched up, and with his mouth forced open by the ball gag, it looked like he was waiting for someone to cum into his mouth.

“Well, I’m hungry, so I’ll leave you to your punishment,” Priester said, heading for the door. “Oops,” he said, turning around. He adjusted the power on the boxes to make them higher. “Almost forgot about you trying to escape.”

The more powerful pulse made Frankie gurgle in pain. “Enjoy,” Priester said, walking out of the room. Frankie lay there, his body jerking every 10 seconds and then another jolt 5 seconds after that. Pretty soon he was having orgasm after orgasm, made worse by the butt plug shocking the shit out of his prostate.

*****

When Priester came back two hours later, Frankie lying still on the bed with his eyes closed. Every few seconds his body twitched from the shocks, but he wasn’t whimpering anymore or crying. Priester nudged him to see if he was awake, and the boy’s eyes opened immediately. He looked up at Priester for a moment, then closed his eyes again.

“Good,” Priester said. “You’re learning. I would have let you go, but since you had to try and run off, you needed to get punished. We’re still not done yet.”

At that Frankie began to whimper. Priester shook his head, and reached into his pocket. Frankie started squirming again, despite the shocks. Slowly Priester’s hand came out of his pocket only to reveal a cordless fun. But Frankie had already gotten himself worked up. The tears came again.

“Knock it off or I’ll turn it up higher,” Priester ordered. Frankie quickly calmed down. “Better. We’re going to try this again. Let’s see if you can do as you’re told this time. I know your dad. He’s a good guy, really nice. Call home and tell your father what you did.” Priester placed the phone in Frankie’s hand and pressed it on. “I’m going to take off the gag, but you better keep your punishment between us or I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Frankie already wished that, but he knew what Mr. Priester meant, and he didn’t want it any worse. So he called home. Priester took off Frankie’s gag and held the phone to the boy’s ear.

When his dad picked up and Frankie said who he was, his dad was far from pleased. “Where the fuck are you?” he snapped. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea what fuckin’ time it is?

Frankie spoke as calmly as he could with the shocks blazed through him. “I’m over Mr. Priester’s house.”

“What? Why? What’d you ?”

“I… I broke… I broke his window… and his computer monitor. I’m sorry, daddy…”

“I’m going to tear your ass apart when you get home. Put Mr. Priester on the phone.”

Priester took the phone and walked out of the room. This was the first time in hours that Frankie could actually close his mouth. He glanced out into the hallway trying to see Priester, but couldn’t make out anything. It was dark outside, that was pretty much all he could tell.

Priester came back into the room and held the phone to Frankie’s ear again. “You’re going to stay over Mr. Priester’s house tonight,” Frankie’s dad said much to the little boy’s horror. His heart pounded in his stomach, and he wasn’t really listening to what else his father said. “You do whatever he tells you to do. I don’t care if he tells you to sit on a broken bottle, you better do it. And believe me, when you get home, I’ve got something waiting for you. And just so you know, if you give him any trouble, I told him to whip your ass. See you tomorrow.”

And with that, his dad hung up. Frankie turned and looked up at Mr. Priester who was grinning ear to ear. “Hey, that’s what parents are for,” he said jokingly. “You’d better listen to your father, Frankie. It can get a lot worse than this.”

Frankie started crying again, but Priester just lifted up the boy’s head. “I guess you’re hungry, huh?” Frankie nodded. “Fine,” Priester said. He held up his dick and pointed to Frankie’s lips. “I have to take a piss. You better swallow every single drop, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” the boy whimpered. Priester pushed his dick into Frankie’s mouth and shoved it as far as it could go. He waited until Frankie stopped gagging, pulled out a little and let his stream of hot piss flow down Frankie’s throat. The boy gulped it down as fast as he could, never missing a drop. He even licked Priester’s piss clean as he pulled out.

“Not bad,” Priester said. He leaned down and shut off the boxes. Frankie chanced letting a small sigh out. “See what happens when you listen. You look a little tired. I’ll let you get some sleep, but you have to earn it. If you don’t want to, I’ll turn these back on and up two levels and leave you until the morning.”

“I want to sleep!” Frankie pleaded. The thought of more shocks had his eyes tearing up again. “I want to earn it! I will, sir. I’ll be good, I promise!”

Priester smiled cruelly. He walked back over to the table near the foot of the bed and leaned down. When he stood up, he hid one of his hands behind his back. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Absolutely sure? There’s no backing out. If you don’t do exactly as I say, well, I got a special place for hardheaded boys like you.”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir!” Frankie begged.

“Alright then,” Priester said swinging his arm around to the bed. He plopped down a gigantic purple dildo. The head looked about half the size of Priester’s fist. Frankie shook with fear, but that only made Priester laugh and say, “You can take it.”