After a bit, Lon got tired of abusing Fred and settled back for a blowjob; relieved, Fred went to work trying to make it as good — and as quick — as possible. The tactic didn’t take all that long to be effective; in only a bit over a minute, Lon grunted, "Yeah! Here it comes, Boy Lover! Drink my cum! Swallow it like the Boy Lover you are!" Grunting, he pumped until he was ready to shoot, then backed off a bit until only his glans was seated between Fred’s thick lips. "Okay, open up — I want to watch it shoot in your mouth!" He waved Sally over; at some point, Toby had given up the video camera, having plenty of footage of his cock penetrating Fred’s ass. Sally had taken over as the active cameraman, shifting back and forth to get good shots of both ends. Now, she focused on Lon’s cock as it pulsed on Fred’s tongue, pouring semen into his open mouth. "Okay, Boy Lover, swallow!" Lon insisted, when his cum had stopped jetting from the tip of his cock. "Swallow, then clean me off!"
Fred did as he was told, humiliated by the taunts — but then, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t swallowed a load before … Hell, he liked it, didn’t he? Dude didn’t taste bad … Fred suckled Lon’s cock, cleaning it — and maintaining Lon’s erection in the process. "Was that okay?" Fred gasped as Lon backed off.
"Yeah, fine," Lon grunted. "One more pass and I guess you’ll be paid up. Dude!" Lon glanced up at his partner in crime. "Quit beating the shit out of it and get your nut so we can move on to Round Two!"
"Awright." Toby backed off on the impacts. "He’s getting loose."
"Swat his ass, like you would a woman," Lon advised. Then he turned to Fred, "Lookie here, Boy Lover, up to now, my friend has been using a rubber — but if you’d like, I’m sure I can talk him into shooting his load in your guts…"
"N-no, that’s o-okay…" Fred quavered. He was thoroughly whipped. Under other circumstances, he might have enjoyed this … As the thought flickered through his consciousness, he started to look for something to be pleased about.
"Suit yourself," Lon grunted. "Want to suck some more?" He rubbed his cock on Fred’s lips.
"Okay." Fred opened up and sucked in Lon’s somewhat lank member.
Toby chose that moment to give Fred his first swat on the ass; Fred flinched, but it wasn’t hard — just surprising. And Toby grunted, "Yeah, that’s it." Things were moving more or less toward an unannounced Phase Three — one that only Toby had foreseen — and that only vaguely. Lon was over his immediate anger, and Fred was thoroughly cowed — and things were happening in people’s heads…
Fred, for instance, had moved on to recreational sucking, more or less without noticing it. It was a comfort thing; the bastard who owned the cock wasn’t making demands, content to be bathed and tongued — and that allowed Fred to work it distractedly while he concentrated on his ass…
Even that had lightened up; Fred didn’t know whether the other dude was a real donkey-dick or he was just someplace that hadn’t been prepared for it — but now that the abuse was over, it was … tolerable…
Sally, shifting positions with the video camera, picked it up first and pointed it out silently to Lon; Fred’s cock was growing, extending itself and stiffening. Lon grinned from ear to ear. "Play with it," he whispered. "Get it on camera." Sally nodded, and being careful to keep it in the frame, reached out to fondle Fred’s swelling cock.
"Mmph!" Fred groaned as cool fingers started milking his erection — bringing with them the realization that he HAD one! Where did that hand come from? Oh, probably that silly bitch…
"Like that?" Lon chuckled — but he didn’t follow up with a taunt. Dimly, he realized that this might all work to his advantage … He glanced up at Toby, who was grinning. Yeah, this might improve things…
Meanwhile, Toby was approaching his peak. "C’mon, fuck me — you know you want it! Work that ass!" He was getting excited; everyone was turning the corner, and this was moving from some sort of BDSM flick to straight gay action — or bi, maybe — whatever, it would be a LOT more incriminating for Fred if he was caught liking it. He popped Fred on the ass again. "I’m gonna shoot, soon…"
Lon was being so undemanding at Fred’s front end that Fred was able to grunt, "Okay…" He didn’t even notice, such was his concentration on his ass — and his cock. That milking hand had lit a fire — and the more gentle attack on his ass was stoking it as the big cock in his rectum nudged his prostate rather than trying to bruise it.
Lon grinned, and couldn’t resist, "You SURE you don’t want to feel it?"
"I…" The world crashed in. "No," Fred husked, humiliation overwhelming him. For a millisecond, before he remembered where he was, he almost said yes — and THAT was worse than any taunts that his captors had abused him with!
Toby frowned at Lon, but he was too close to stop, anyway. With a groan, he buried himself in Fred’s abused rectum and emptied his cock into the rubber. All in all it would have been a lot more satisfying to shoot in there … Backing off, he peeled off the rubber and tossed it in the trash — they’d take that out later. "That’s Round One!" he announced. "How you doing?" he asked Fred, rubbing his ass.
"Okay," Fred muttered in a dead voice. Lon took a look; Fred’s face was wet below the mask, something which surprised and concerned him. Abusing the shit out of the guy was getting to be less fun…
Toby waved the other two silently into the hall, then down it to his room. "I think we can lighten up."
"Big dude crying like that…" Lon grunted.
"You rubbed his nose in it. WE know he’s into it, but he still had illusions. You kind of busted them," Toby advised, shrugging. "He’s better off without. Besides, I’m sure you can see the up-side."
"I think so," Lon agreed.
"I don’t," Sally interjected.
"If he lets go, we can get some footage that doesn’t look like we’re forcing him. Heck, we might get some where we’re not, if he’s totally broken. But it’s a bit more risky…" Toby explained, adding, "Go watch him — we don’t want him recovering his nerve. Keep him off-balance. Apologize. Play with his dick. We’ll be right in." Sally glanced at Lon for confirmation, nodded, and left, and the two males made some calls about how far they could go in Round Two.
"Hey, I’m sorry," Sally said to Fred. "I didn’t expect this." It was true, as far as it went.
"Well, it’s pretty fucked up," Fred grunted, trying to get up the energy to be mad. "How far is this gonna go?"
Sally leaned in and fingered Fred’s cock. "That’s a beauty."
"Thanks." Compliments about his meat weren’t Fred’s top priority.
"I think they’re settling down some," Sally opined. "If you don’t get stupid, you’ve probably seen the worst. I think."
"I’m pretty much fucked," Fred grunted. "Nothin' to do but deal with it."
"You were, um, handling it pretty well toward the end weren’t you?" Sally asked gently.
Fred slumped. "Yeah." Shit. Even that silly cunt knew he was getting into it…
"Okay," Lon announced, entering the room, "We’ve decided that if you can behave yourself, we don’t have to get quite so harsh about Round Two." He grinned at Sally, who was staring at him in surprise; both he and Toby had removed their hoods. "Maybe we can even see to it that you enjoy it a little — how’s that sound?"
"I…" Fred hung his head. "Why don’t you just shoot me?"