Trial
by the Rod (Part Five)
By
Fabnob
It was now some two months later. Life had
gone on much as before. Master Rod had cemented his control over both Adam and
myself with even more incriminating photographs that we were forced to pose
for, neither of us dared to argue with or refuse any command from him. In some
ways it wasn't a bad life as I got loads of bondage and sex. The major drawback
was that I had to endure this sort of thing with anybody that Rod chose and
some of them were not nice people. I had to take to wearing high neck shirts or
sweaters only so as to hide the slave collar that both of us were made to wear.
But the ultimate in embarrassment and degradation was when Adam let it slip
that we both in the habit of having sex together between his visits he forced
us both to be fitted with cock and anal guards that made both masturbation or
fucking totally impossible. It was with this that I vowed to free myself with
or without Adam. It was only a week later that the opportunity presented
itself. We were both attending a bondage party that Master Rod had loaned us
out for when we met Marcus. He was a lovely person who seemed genuinely
interested in me. So much so that I told him my secret about Rod. You surely
don't allow him to control you in that fashion he said. I had to admit that we
both did. Leave it all to me then, I'll come round when I know he's there with
you and I'll sort him out, don't worry. I told Adam what had happened he was
excited but not too happy about deceiving the Master in this way. Look Adam I
said it's our only chance at trying to get rid of this bastard, do you want to
have to wear these bloody things, I indicated our chastity devices now locked
back in place, all of your miserable life. He hesitated a moment then said Ok
I'll go along with the plan. The next time that Master Rod rang to announce a
visit I also rang Marcus to tell him of the arrangements, We arranged that I
would leave the backdoor unlocked so that he could gain entry. Rod duly arrived
at 7.00pm announcing that he would be staying for 2 - 3 days as his parents
were away. He soon had us both trussed up and helpless. He made me wear the
inflatable gag which he pumped up extra hard, I thought my jaw was going to be
unhinged. He then showed me a pair of tit clamps he had just bought. They
looked particularly vicious and when he clipped the first onto me the pain was
excruciating as the clamp bit into me and drew blood. He laughed at this and
immediately fitted the other one. He left me then and crossed to Adam where he
draped Whistler across his upturned arse. Adam immediately started to beg Rod
not to whip him as his last scars were still healing. Adams protestations drew
the response of a gag being thrust into his open mouth. Shut up you nasty
whining boy he said. Ungrateful that's what you are. I struggled uselessly to
try to free myself and help Adam, when I suddenly heard the familiar Whistler
noise and the all too familiar noise it made when it contacted human skin. Just
at that moment the back door was thrown open and I heard a voice saying: - Stop
this is the police, what's going on here. We've had reports about savage
beatings taking place here. Why are these two men tied up like this? It was
Marcus's voice I heard Rod blustering trying to explain what was going on. Your
name, boy, he said. Rod gave it to him together with his address. Ok then let's
have a look around and see exactly what we're up against here. Rod had turned a
very pale shade of yuck he was absolutely terrified. Don't think about running
out, there's several of my men surrounding the house. I don't think Rod could
have run though his legs were shaking. Marcus saw Whistler as it lay across
Adam's arse just where Rod had left it. So this is what you use to do harm is
it. Yes Sir, Rod answered very quietly. Marcus swung the whip through the air
producing the familiar noise. Well boy I can take you down to the station and
have you charged or you can opt to accept my summary punishment right here and
now. It didn't take Rod long to accept the latter. Ok then get these two untied
and then get you gear off and drape your sorry arse over this he indicated the
whipping bench. Rod was shaking, presumably with fear, as he untied us. Adam
immediately stood and reached for Whistler, the look on his face frightened me.
I knew that Rod's arse was in for some punishment, I just hoped we could
control Adam. Ok now Adam said Marcus, I don't want you to thrash the boy,
we'll leave that to Adrian to give him of the best. I'm gonna let you fuck him,
I think Rod was less happy with that situation than my beating him. I then
proceeded to give Rod a half dozen lashes with the Whistler. Marcus told me to
gag him when he screamed so loudly but I refused, I wanted to hear how much he
was suffering. His squeals and screams made me almost feel sorry for him. After
six, Marcus told me to make way for Adam. Through tear stained eyes and face
Rod was begging for this not to happen. But inwardly he knew that there was no
escape and his arse was going to be ploughed. Oh god no, he whispered as Adam
lined up his mammoth cock on the hapless arsehole. Now Adam's cock takes a bit
of handling and even somebody as used to being fucked as me has to take in easy
doses, I suspected that poor Rod had little or no experience in this department
and I was probably right. His scream when Adam entered him was cruel to hear
but luckily for him he fainted very soon afterwards. It was about 10.30pm when
Marcus finally let Rod leave, he was in a bit of a mess by this time. But I was
positive that we wouldn't hear from him again. We were free again at last. We
all three shared a few beers together when Marcus asked us if we'd like to
attend a bondage party at his house the following week. I didn't particularly
want to but Adam talked me into it, he said it'll do you good to have some
normal sex for a change instead of being forced to do things you'd rather not.
Ok I said where and when mate? Marcus gave us the necessary details and he
left. Adam and I celebrated that night by having an absolute frenzy of screwing
and cumming; it was so good not to have to wear those awful chastity things. We
eventually fell into a deep untroubled sleep believing we hadn't a care in the
world. How wrong we were!
To be continued…