I was on the bed, naked, on my knees and with a hood over my eyes. Silence. Grant and Patrick must have left the room. I was not sure what to do, slightly anxious but aroused too. Minutes passed and then I began to hear the sounds of a guy moaning in a nearby room, unmistakeably the sound of sex. Somebody was being buggered. I knelt there wondering what was I in for.
A door opened and the noise increased. It sounded like a video. And then Grant and Patrick were back. I felt something being put round each wrist and my hands were placed on the iron bedhead and each of them tied on. By velco straps I discovered later. I was now unable to escape even if I had wanted to.
They began to stroke and fondle me everywhere. Not being able to see heightened the tension and excitement. One of them positioned himself between me and the bedhead. He put his hands round my throat lightly and at the same time I felt hands on my bottom, fingers cupped my balls and one finger touched my anus. All very gentle. Suddenly I felt a hard slap on my bottom and the hands round my throat tightened as I gasped.
Then another slap and another. I could not move. My neck was held firmly making me feel totally vulnerable. I was able to breathe ok but it felt as if that could change. My bum was now being _lapped regularly and harder. Then the mask was pulled off and there was Grant in front of me. Still with his hands tight on my neck he leant forward and kissed me, his tongue deep inside my mouth.
The _lapping stopped and Patrick came into view behind Grant. No words were spoken and he showed me what he had in his hands – a paddle, a leather belt, a couple of canes and a leather tawse. He passed them one by one in front of my face. He dangled the belt against my face, pulling the buckle across it. Then he moved out of sight behind me. Grant kissed me more forcibly and his hands tightened on my neck, looking at me intently. And then he took his hands away and immediately covered my eyes not with a hood this time but with a mask.
He stayed where he was though and pulled me onto him. I could feel his cock against mine.
And then Patrick began to use his implements on me, one by one. I think it was the paddle first or the belt. Each blow hurt but not excessively so despite my gasps and winces. He would hit me several times, then stop and begin to caress my bottom. I was grinding my cock against Grant’s all the time. Now and then Patrick would finger my anus, gently on the outside and just pushing a finger a centimetre or so inside.
Then I felt what must have been a cane being stroked across my back and onto my bottom, almost caressing it. I felt it between my cheeks, sliding between them. Patrick held the cane against my bottom for a few moments and then took it away. No movement and total silence. Grant was still underneath me, his arms round my back.
Whack! The first strike of the cane and I yelped with surprise and it did hurt, a short stinging pain. And another, and another, maybe six strikes. I cried out. I tried to concentrate on the sensation in my cock as it pressed onto Grant’s.
And just as the sharpness of the pained eased I felt oil or something similar being rubbed on my bottom. It was delightful and such a contrast to the pain.
For the next half hour the sequence was repeated, a short session of caning and beating followed by a period of gentle stroking and soft fondling. At some point Grant moved from under me and my hands were released from the bedhead. I was turned onto my back, the mask removed and the first thing I saw was Grant’s cock close up. As I looked at it I felt Patrick’s lips over my cock. Grant pushed his between my lips.
I had never been so aroused. My cock felt huge and I knew I could not last long. I thrust my cock into Patrick’s mouth and Grant did the same to mine. Just a few minutes and I could feel I was about to cum. We were all groaning and suddenly Grant shot his cum into my mouth and almost simultaneously I came in Patrick’s.
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