Trial by the Rod (Part Two)
by Fabnob
You will remember that I was now lying, still
bound and gagged, with my arse draped over the arm of my lounge room couch and
feeling very vulnerable. Rod had returned I thought to release me, but had
further ideas to punish and embarrass me. He had returned with a leather strap
that his Father used on him, which he called "whistler". You'll find
out why it's called whistler he laughed as he swung it through the air. Through
its arc it whistled loudly. I flinched and struggled to move myself but failed
to achieve what was required to protect myself. I heard the whistle start and
then end with a loud crack when suddenly my arse exploded in a sea of pain. I
screamed loudly, Mmmpppf and tears coursed down my face. Then another whistle
followed by a crack. After another three of these I was a helpless sobbing
wreck and Rod was enjoying himself immensely. He laid on a few more before he
felt the need to rest for a while. He stood where I could see him and began to
undress. He slipped off his shirts to reveal a quite well defined chest for
somebody of his age; he then dropped his pants to reveal a pair of baggy
boxers, distended with his erection. Grinning at me he then shucked these down
and the biggest cock I have ever seen was shown to me. I immediately forgot the
pain of whistler. I was now terrified for the other parts of my arse. Rod was
in fact rather good looking if you forgot his natural snarl. His skin tones
indicated that he was of some sort of mixed blood and his hair a shiny dark
black colour. I felt so humiliated as I knew that I couldn't stop him from
raping me and knowing secretly that I would welcome this personal invasion. But
with a cock of this size? He had now disappeared out of my sight when I felt
him running his fingers along the welts on my butt. I flinched instinctively
but he didn't hurt me, it was almost soothing. He then slightly re-arranged my
limp body and took his position between my legs. I then felt the weight of that
huge cock pressing onto my sphincter. He had no finesse at all just pure
pressure, which of course eventually tore through my tightly closed arse. I
fainted at this, probably only for a few seconds. When I regained my senses I
felt totally bloated with something filling my guts. I also had a burning pain
in my arse and a sticky wet sensation on the backs of my legs that I soon
realised was probably blood from my savaged arse. C'mon bastard he urged me,
you know this is what you want, he stabbed painfully with this statement.
Please you're hurting, I tried to say but as usual only Mmmpppf came out. I
don't know how many other guys this boy had fucked but he was really very
accomplished at it. He fucked with long strokes, with short stabbing strokes
and with a fury that had to be experienced, to be believed. Nobody but nobody could
sustain that sort of pace for very long though and I felt him unloading his cum
into the condom that he wore (thank god). You'll need to give me a little bit
more than that bastard, he said still breathing heavily, you just lay there
like a lump of stone. What did he expect I was very sore from the bondage and
not a little bit sore in the arse after the porking he had just given me? I
suppose I shouldn't expect anything more from you though, you're just a heap of
shit and that's the way I'll treat you. He was at this stage getting dressed
when he decided he needed a leak, so he just pointed his limp cock at me and
let go. His hot urine sprayed over me and over my couch. I thought this was the
final humiliation but I was wrong he had a lot more stored up for me. Finally
dressed he told me that he would be back before long and not to think about
trying to cause trouble for him or I'd be very sorry, after all who'd believe
that he had initiated something like this, more likely a dirty old man like me.
Before leaving he loosened the ropes around my wrists and after about ten
minutes I was able to free myself totally. I must admit I just lay there with
the stink of his piss around me and I cried and cried until no more tears were
there. I then set about cleaning up his mess as best I could using his
discarded boxer shorts. That made me feel a little better, knowing that I had
ruined something belonging to him. I then took a long hot shower to try to ease
the pains I was suffering. Eventually I went to bed where I tossed and turned
for several hours before dropping off to a fitful sleep. I awoke very late the
next day and rang in sick to work. When I at last did get up I spent the rest
of the day cleaning the house and trying to get rid of the urine stains he had
made on my couch and carpets. There was no call from him that day or for
several more. But eventually it arrived at midday on Saturday; I'll be round at
about 7.00pm he snapped and I might have a friend or two with me so you'll give
them everything you'd give me or face the consequences. He hung up. My mind
whirled with thoughts of trying to get out of this situation but I couldn't
think of any way to explain the photo he had of me. So I decided that I'd play
along with him for a while and await my chance, which surely had to come. With
a great deal of trepidation I waited for 7.00pm and sure enough a couple of
minutes past the hour I heard a key turn on the lock, he'd kept my door key,
and he entered. He wore only a tee and shorts he looked at me and snapped, get
those clothes off immediately. I hesitated a moment or two, which brought
whistler into view in his hands. I began to undress at once. When naked he
commanded me to kneel in front of him. He grabbed my head and crushed it into
his crotch. I could smell his animal scent very strongly and my cock began to
betray me as it rapidly hardened, which he didn't fail to spot. Yeah my bastard
boy likes this doesn't he? Just at that moment the doorbell rang. Go and answer
it he ordered. But I'm naked I answered this elicited a stroke from whistler
across my butt. Do it, he snapped. Who's there I asked querulously, open the
bloody thing he screamed. Taking a deep breath I did so.
To be continued…