ABOUT BEING TIED UP II

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 8 ]

The Rest of the Day

The ball gags and blindfolds were replaced around our mouths and eyes, respectively. I felt the rope tied to my wrists slacken and something warm was laid on top of my arms. Uncle Billy had pulled Kyle away from me and laid him on the top bunk over my extended arms. By the way I felt his body, he was facing towards me. His legs were spread open, and probably tied to the ends of the bunk. His arms were pulled behind his back, crossed over each other where he was grabbing his opposite elbows, and tied off at the wrists and forearms, and around each bicep. (Kyle told me about it that night)

The rope that had bound my wrists together was roped around his body. The loose ends of the twine that trapped his balls were wrapped around my wrists. The twine that held his cockhead captive was tied to the d-ring on my dog collar. If I pulled up, I pulled and hurt his and my balls and nipples. If I went down, I pulled and hurt his and my cocks. It was a no-win situation for either one of us.

Uncle Billy left us when he felt we were bound enough. Being alone with only the groans of my twin and my own aches and pains gave me time to kind of reflect on just how we ended up this way. It all started with a little wrestling and pinning. Amazing how something so simple can lead to so much trouble.

It seemed like forever that Uncle Billy left us alone in our bondage and pain before I heard someone walk in the room. Like the day before, this person didn’t talk. We must have been a sight for this person to look at. I heard him walk in and get on the top bunk with my brother. With some grunts and groans I could make out what was about to happen.

When the bed creaked and I heard Kyle scream into the ball gag, my suspicions were confirmed; this guy was here for some eight-year-old ass. Kyle quit screaming into the gag, but still continued to endure the assault of yet another dick up his asshole. The grunting that Kyle made every time the man forced himself inside him sent shivers up my spine. I knew what he was going through, and I wished it wasn’t happening again.

While this man was on top of Kyle, another person walked inside and slid up behind me, and I knew it was going to be my turn again. Without one word, this man went right to work on me. Quickly, he made one swipe of his cock up the crack of my butt, and then I felt it touch my sphincter muscle. With one swift move, he shoved his huge cock up my preteen asshole. I grunted through the immense pain, trying to bear it without a scream, unlike my brother. Through the haze of intense pain, I heard a snap and click of the Polaroid twice and two more pictures had been taken.

To be perfectly honest, I was actually starting to enjoy the pain. As perverse as it sounds, the pain mixed with the intimacy of the men and what they were doing to us was having its affects on me. I started to look forward to the intensity of first being speared by a cock and the pain it brought. Nothing else has ever compared to having a man’s hard cock shoved violently up my ass.

Kyle and I were talking later, and he was feeling the same way. Weird. I had never thought of myself as homosexual, but the more times that someone shoved something up my ass, the more I liked it. Soon enough, I really began to crave the feeling.

Back to what was happening to us in the bedroom. Sorry for that lapse.

It didn’t take the man fucking me to tense his body and cum inside me. I felt another load of cum being dumped in my bowels. He rested on my back for a second then pulled out and left the room without saying a single word.

I heard and felt the one fucking Kyle reach his orgasm then collapse on top of him as well. A second or two later, he climbed off and left the same way. Kyle and I were left alone for a while before another set of two men walked in and had their way with us; not like we could stop them. I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop them by this time.

Several men “visited” us that day, and each time Uncle Billy would take a couple of pictures of the hour’s events. When the men left, he took a warm washcloth and would wipe up the cum from our assholes. If any leaked down my legs or onto the bed where Kyle was tied, it was not cleaned off; just our assholes were cleaned.

During the third round of men, I had another orgasm by pressing myself up against the bed’s frame. It was exquisite being able to cum while this man was pumping my innards. Once again, though, after shooting off, he and his partner pulled out of us and left the room in silence. Another round of pictures was taken of us during the time they were enjoying themselves with me and my brother.

It had to have been getting late; I was starving for something to eat. I heard and felt Kyle’s stomach rumble as well. Some more time elapsed and two more men came to us (and in us) then Uncle Billy walked in the room. He kept the blindfolds on, but the ball gags were removed.

“Lunch time, boys,” he announced. Only lunch time? Anyway, he had us open our mouths and then fed us some sandwiches and washed them down with a couple of sodas. Our bindings were never loosened either. When lunch was over, he told us that four other sets of men wanted us and they would take turns with us at the top of each hour. The last two men would be him and someone ‘special’.

The rest of the afternoon went as he had described. Three other pairs of men came in our room, fucked the shit out of each of us, and then left us alone in our misery. The only one that was memorable was the third one for me. The other two were about the same size of the Uncle Billy and the others, but the last one before him was huge.

When he walked up behind me, I heard his steps, but nothing was out of the ordinary. This man walked like the others. He wrapped his arms around my waist like the others, also. It wasn’t until I felt him sliding his cock between my buttcheeks that I noticed the difference. This man was enormous. His cock felt like it belonged to a horse, or something.

I breathed in, expecting the worst. But the expectation was nothing compared to the reality of the monster. When he entered my asshole, I felt like I had never been fucked before. That monster of a cock tore into me like a plow ripping into the earth. I screamed once again like a little girl. I was almost embarrassed by the scream, but I just couldn’t help it.

The invading cock felt as big around as my arm and just as long. I thought I was going to die from the pain, but no such luck. I had to endure the enormity of the pain, and live through it.

I squirmed once again as the mammoth pole was thrust in and out of my backside. He worked it as if he had done this before and was used to sodomizing young boys. At no time did he ever get the entire thing inside me; I never felt his stomach against my ass. I don’t think it would ever fit, gauging the girth of the behemoth. The constant sawing in and out of my anus was enough pain in and of itself.

With each thrust of his hips brought a new level of anxiety to me, as I did wonder if he was trying to cram every single inch inside. The bed continued to rock back and forth with his and his partner’s thrusting. Kyle was not making any sound as the big man’s companion sodomized him. Obviously, I had the worst end of the deal.

The grunting and groaning was making told me that he was going to cum soon. All at once, he made a final heave upwards, and unloaded more cum than all the others combined. It seemed to take forever before he stopped shooting his nuts into my bowels. He, like the others, recovered and the two men swaggered out of the room, having done their business. I was made to suffer in more pain than I could have imagined.

I knew something had torn back there. I could feel it. The realization almost made me vomit into the ball gag. It was definitely going to be a while before I sat down without fidgeting. Uncle Billy had made sure of that with the belt, also.

Speaking of Uncle Billy, he was the last one to enter the bedroom and get his nuts off inside us (Kyle, actually). I was made to endure one other man for the day, also. This one was not as large of a man as the last one, thankfully, but after the torment of having something that huge up my ass, anything going past my sphincter muscle, hurt. The last man was actually kind to me; he had me orgasm twice as his prick slid inside me. It made up for a lot of pain and discomfort.

When he had finished, though, our blindfolds were removed with him still inside me. I saw Uncle Billy on top of Kyle, and Kyle’s eyes go wider than a cartoon’s. I turned around as best as I could, and was staring straight into the eyes of our father.

“You okay, Karl?” He asked me. I nodded weakly. He reached up and unclipped the paper clips attached to my nipples. The needles of pain that shot through my chest as blood returned almost made me go into shock. I tried everything I could think of to try to ease the pain, but nothing worked.

He untied my balls and cockhead, and then untied my limbs. Kyle was untied by Uncle Billy, and we were led to the bathroom. We used the facilities and took a warm shower to get the cum off our bodies. Kyle wiped my legs down for me and inspected my ass. He said that it was really raw where the large man had fucked me. I believed him.

After getting all the residue off ourselves, we got dressed and walked into the living room. We didn’t want to spend anymore time in our bedroom. Uncle Billy and Dad were sitting together on the couch, talking. Dad motioned us to walk over to them.

“Now, boys, I know Uncle Billy put you two through a lot, but we wanted you guys to experience as much as possible. Did you enjoy it?”

Kyle and I looked at each other for about a half a second and nodded. Even through the pain and discomfort, the powerful orgasms were worth it.

“I thought you did. From now on, though, those collars are to stay on at all times, understand?”

“Why, Dad?” Kyle asked.

“Because, Kyle, it is a sign of servitude. It means that you boys will serve us at anytime. You will have your fun as kids, of course, but if one of us or one of our friends needs servicing, you will do it. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” we chorused.

“Excellent. Now, why don’t you go outside and play till dinner?”

We did. We played as normal kids again until our mother called us for dinner. It was only an hour or two, but it felt good just to play and be a normal child for a while, not a sex-slave-in-training. When we walked inside, we saw that Uncle Billy and Dad were sitting at the table, nude.

“Take your clothes off right there, boys,” Mom said. We stripped and joined them at the table. As we were taking our seats, Dad shook his head at us.

“Over here, boys,” he said. He had been stroking his cock to its full stiffness. Kyle joined Uncle Billy while I sat on Dad’s stiff prick. It eased itself inside my ass chute very easily. We ate dinner that way; both of us with hard pricks buried to the hilt. Desert was served as both men creamed inside our bowels.

We watched a little television, in the nude of course, and then got ready for bed. When bedtime actually came, Mom walked in with ropes. We were tied spread-eagled on the top bunk with Kyle under me. She pulled on my cock to make it hard then inserted it into Kyle’s no-longer-virgin asshole. She tied ropes around our wrists, elbows, arms, shoulders, waists, thighs, knees, ankles, and even tied our toes to each other. She even tied our ballsacks together. And the d-rings to our collars were connected as well. We weren’t moving at all.

Before she left us for the night, the buttplug was reinserted in my ass. We were once again left alone in our bondage for a night. At least the giant dick wasn’t forcing its way up my ass for the night.