Revenge and Consequences

“Tuh, tuh, too fast! Please, sir, please slow down!” The whining voice echoed in the long, empty hallway.

Jerry stopped to look back at the boy behind him. Young, maybe 21, with sandy blonde hair that shook down to almost cover his eyes and a body toned from athletics, he wouldn’t look out of place as a model in a catalogue for athletic equipment. Or rather, he wouldn’t have, in other circumstances.

Here, though, the boy was entirely naked. Entirely hairless from the shoulders down, carefully shaved and waxed just moments ago. His shoulders were bound tightly together behind his back, forcing him to thrust forward his chest, his raw-looking nipples testament to the fact that someone had taken the implied offer to play with them.

Also, crucially, there was the ring of leather rope tied tightly around the base of his penis and scrotum. That ring was attached to a leash, which lead from the boy’s genitals to Jerry’s hand. That leash explained why the boy's hips where thrust forward, as Jerry tugged the boy to their next destination. It also explained the begging.

“Too fast? What’s wrong, boy, I thought you were a runner?” Jerry gave the leash a sharp tug and the boy gasped, high-pitched, and stumbled towards him. “What happened to that angry ‘frat bro’, with all the curses, filled with piss and vinegar, hmm? The one who was going to ‘get his brothers and kick my faggot ass’?”

Jerry shoved the boy against a wall and pushed against him, with the boy's arms still trapped behind his back. “Or maybe you want some of what you gave to that girl you attacked. You know, the one you wanted to know if it ‘felt good?’” He slid his free hand down the boy’s stomach, gently gripping the boy’s cock on the top and bottom before beginning to move his hand, slowly, back and forth. Back and forth. He felt the boy shudder with revulsion, but he also felt him respond, the cock hardening quickly in his fingers, responding to his touch. “Is that what you want? To feel good, like this?” Jerry sped up the tempo, feeling the boy starting to breathe heavy despite himself. “Does this feel good?”

He looked the boy in the eyes, then. Saw the naked need, mixed with revulsion. And stopped, just before he knew the boy would reach the point of no return. He stepped back, and watched the boy groan in need despite himself. Watched the denied, erect cock twitch for a moment in the air.

Then he turned, gave the leash a sharp tug, and set off down the hallway. Looking behind him, he could see the boy’s penis, still erect, bobbing up and down as he trotted to keep up. But the fearful look in his eyes said he knew better than to complain again, even as he gasped with each tug of the leash.

“Unfortunately, boy, we have places to go. Things to do. And after your little pause just now, we’ll have to walk even faster.”

Jerry opened the door when they arrived, then paused to unclip the leash from the “harness” around the boy’s cock and balls, and shoved him through. He couldn’t see the boy’s face, but he could imagine the look on it when he saw the room.

The room was empty, except for a mat set in the middle of the floor, and the five men waiting for them. Men the boy would remember, from his first ‘experience’ in their tender care.

“No no no no no no no…” As Jerry closed the door behind him and walked up to the boy, he could hear him whispering, almost crying, under his breath. As if anything he said could stop any of this.

“Good! You remember my friends.” Jerry spoke cheerfully, and threw an arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him towards the group, and the mat on the floor. “Now, I’m sure you remember last time. All that struggling, and fighting, and undignified screeching you made. This time... Well, this won’t be like that time.”

Jerry spun the boy around to face him, looking him in the eyes. “We think you’ve learned some valuable lessons since last time. So, this time, you’re going to be a good boy. I’m going to untie your arms. You’re going to kneel down on the mattress, with your cheek on the ground. And you’re going to reach behind yourself and spread those hairless little ass cheeks apart for us. Isn’t that right?”

The boy just stared at him, his eyes unseeing, still mouthing the word “no” repeatedly as if he hadn’t heard a word Jerry had said. But Jerry knew he had, so he waited a minute. “Well?” Jerry shook his head, exasperated, and rolled his eyes when the boy still didn’t respond. 

Jerry sighed. "Guys..."

Suddenly, Jerry pushed the boy backwards, and the men behind him expertly tripped him, so that he fell on his back onto the mattress. Then they descended on him: One to hold his head to the mattress, and two to each leg, pulling them back so that his ankles were practically on either side of his neck. Then Jerry knelt on the mattress, the boy’s exposed ass beckoning him. But that wasn’t his purpose, just this moment.

“I thought we could do this the easy way, but…” Jerry reached down and grabbed the boy’s cock, still partially erect, and pressed it back against his stomach, leaving the boys balls stretched and exposed, like an offering to him. Then he brought his other hand up, holding the metal ruler he’d been carrying in his pocket. Seeing that, the boy tried to speak, but the man at his head covered his mouth, muffling his words. Then Jerry slapped the ruler down, directly onto the exposed testicles.

The boy shrieked. And shrieked again, as the ruler fell again. And again. Shrieked until the sound was almost animalistic, the sounds of something subhuman in indescribable agony. He shrieked, and screamed, and sobbed like a baby, tears streaming down his face.

All the while, the men in the room were entirely silent, almost impassive, as if this was nothing more than a means to an end. They held him as he struggled, until finally he stopped trying to escape, and only sobbed as they administered the lesson. Still the ruler fell, again and again, while those wide, bloodshot eyes of the boy stared helplessly up at Jerry from between his own legs.

Then, finally, Jerry stopped, and gestured to the man with his hand over the boy’s mouth. The man removed the hand.

“So, boy, one more chance. If we let you go, are you going to do what I said?”

The boy stared up at him, his mouth still open in a silent scream, tears streaking down his face. Sighing, Jerry flicked the boy's red, swollen balls, and the boy broke.

“Ahhh! Yes! Yes, please, I’ll do it! Please, sir, please let me kneel down and offer myself to you!” The boy sobbed out the words, babbling them as fast as he could. "You want my-- my ass? It's yours! All yours! I'll suck you, blow you, do anything, anything, ANYTHING!"

Jerry smiled. “Well that's a very generous offer. And…?”

“And… and hold my ass cheeks open for you! And thank you! Thank you for every thrust!" The boys mouth opened and closed as he searched for more words, desperate to find the right offer. "Please, sir, let me! Please let me thank you and all of your friends for giving me purpose and--”

Jerry nodded, and the men let the boy go, one of them cutting his arms loose from behind his back. Scrambling, the boy flipped himself over immediately, kneeling onto the mattress with his head down, and reaching back to spread himself open. If it weren’t for the shaking sobs that occasionally rocked the boy’s body, Jerry would almost believe he was eager.

“Please, sir, please use me!”

Jerry didn’t respond. He simply dropped his trousers, readied himself, and slid himself into the tight, waiting hole. He groaned as he did; the boy cried out involuntarily. Only then did Jerry speak. “So, boy, what do you say?”

“Thank you, sir!”

He was learning, to be sure, but Jerry still didn’t think he sounded quite sincere enough. So, as he buried himself hilt-deep in the boy’s ass, he reached down between the boys legs to give those swollen, hanging testicles some tugs for encouragement.

The boy's voice reached a higher pitch. "Thank you sir! Thank you! OH GOD, THANK YOU SIR, PLEASE, THANK YOU!"

The boy's voice echoed off the walls of that room for hours, over and over, with only a brief and quickly-corrected bit of sobbing when he saw the next twenty men come in to replace the first group.

And all the while, a camera in the corner captured every moment.