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5 May, 2018 (03:49) | Gay Bdsm Fetish Hookups | By: Gay Adult Stories

by Maritimesub (address withheld)

***

A young white male arrives for his regular tutoring 
session only to find his 4 black teen students have 
something else on their minds - sexual slavery. (MM+/M, 
nc, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, bd, tor, intr)

***

My name is Ryan. I'm a 22 year old university student, 
5'8", 160 lbs, blonde hair and reasonably athletic 
(swim team member). I have a great looking girlfriend 
and am 100% straight with no experience in any way with 
another male. Four guys in particular - four black 
teens, all 18 year old freshmen at my university - 
would soon change all that. 

I arrived at their place for my usual tutoring session 
to help them in math, Kyle, Tyrone, Lee and Jackson. 
Nothing seemed unusual until they suddenly pounced on 
me. I landed hard on the floor, pinned face down. A rag 
was used to gag me and they tied my hands behind my 
back, tied my legs and ankles then blindfolded me. I 
tried to struggle and fight back, but I was dazed and 
still gasped for breath. I tried to yell, and arched my 
body to break free. 

They dragged me down to the basement. Why were they 
doing this? I gasped. Someone's hand was touching my 
lower leg, and slowly, very slowly making its way up my 
thigh over my jeans.

"WHAAATHEFFFFK?" I tried to yell, my voice muffled by 
the gag. My god I thought. What was happening?

Then another hand - and then another, began slowly 
touching my thighs. I moaned, and tried to move away. I 
tried cursing them, telling them to stop, but the gag 
muffled my protests, and I was too tied up to move 
much. My body tensed involuntarily again and again from 
the touching. One of them grabbed my crotch through my 
jeans and underwear, and then pressed hard, grabbing 
and yanking at my inexplicably hard cock.

I was starting to sweat from my exertion. I struggled 
little, but I felt confused at what was happening to my 
own cock as it continued to grow under the rough 
rubbing. One of them laughed and started taunting me 
about my now fully hard cock.

My gag was taken off suddenly. I gasped for air, the 
light temporarily blinding me. I stared back at the 
four black faces staring at me. 

"Whaa... what do you guys want... let me let me go... 
now..." I said, trying to sound unafraid and in 
command. I was still lying on the floor, my arms tied 
behind my back and my legs and ankles tied. I could 
barely move. 

"Shut the fuck up white boy... shut the fuck up now," 
Kyle snapped back. "Or you'll be sorry!"

"NO! I WON'T! LET ME THE FUCK GO NOW!" I yelled, 
struggling to stand up, "I said LET ME..." But before I 
could finish or say another word, I was slapped in the 
face. 

Kyle nodded to Jackson and Tyrone, "Get whitey strung 
up, we're gonna whip him!" 

Not comprehending what that meant - but afraid now, I 
starting yelling, "NO! NO! NO!"

I struggled and tried to kick Jackson and Tyrone, but I 
could not break the restraints. They then carried me, 
squirming to break free, to the center of the room. 
Holding me, they untied my wrists then retied them to 
two separate eye bolts in an overhead beam with soft 
rope pulling hard until my arms were stretched as far 
apart as possible. 

Next they tied my ankles in a similar manner to two eye 
bolts in the floor pulling my legs wide apart until I 
thought I would be split in two. They tied me up so 
tightly I could barely move - spread-eagled before my 
captors. I was terrified now of what would happen next 
and yet strangely excited - and I remembered now Kyle's 
taunt that I would be "whipped".

"Okay, Tyrone, do your thing," ordered Kyle.

Tyrone stepped forward facing me. I could only stare 
back at the black teen now grinning evilly at me. He 
looked more 14 than 18, and to my horror he was holding 
a 6" knife in his right hand. "Let's see what you got 
for us, college boy," smirked the knife-wielding kid.

Tyrone brought the knife down, cutting my shirt down 
the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and the 
shirt fell to the ground. Lee and Kyle meanwhile were 
pulling off my sneakers, then my socks tossing them 
across the room along with my tattered shirt. I hung, 
spread-eagled, shirtless and barefoot in my jeans 
before my four teenage captors, I moaned in 
humiliation.

Tyrone merely smiled cruelly, and, grabbing the bottom 
of my right pants leg sliced all the way up through to 
the waistband. He then made the same motion with the 
knife up the other pants leg. Two more swift slices and 
my jeans fell in a torn heap below my feet where they, 
too, were tossed into the corner. 

Clad now in nothing but a pair of red bikini briefs 
before the four young blacks, my embarrassment and fear 
began to increase. With a huge grin on his face, Lee 
grabbed hold of the top of my bikini briefs and with 
one quick pull literally tore the remaining garment 
away from my body. Tears of humiliation began to stream 
down my face as my four captors again stepped back to 
admire their handiwork.

I was stretched taut and wide, unable to do anything to 
hide my nakedness, straining against my bonds. Even 
more humiliating was the fact that my cock was fully 
erect and actually bouncing up and down as I struggled 
futiley. The four grinning black teens were obviously 
pleased with what they saw as they slowly encircled me. 
They stepped closer to me and began running their hands 
up and down my naked body. This couldn't be happening. 
It just couldn't. 

Hands began exploring my body, running over my stomach, 
my back, my sides, caressing my chest, legs, ass and 
even my cock and balls. Kyle and Tyrone stood in front 
of me as Lee ran his hands over my ass, digging in with 
his fingers until I yelped. He continued to massage 
them. I struggled to escape but I was going nowhere. 
Lee ran one finger up my ass-crack, chuckling as I 
strained to pull away. The other hand drifted over the 
mounds of my ass.

I quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let me 
go... I won't tell anyone... Why are you doing this?!" 
At which the teens burst into laughter, as Lee grabbed 
hold of my throbbing cock "Please... let me go..." 
trying to sound like I meant it.

I stiffened, my trapped ass trying to jerk forward, 
away from the threatening finger.

"No! Don't, please..."

I threw my head back and screamed as Lee's finger 
forced its way into my virgin ass. My ass-cheeks 
clenched as I tried to close my legs. All I did was 
flex my asshole and grip Lee's finger tighter. "Nice 
and tight," Lee informed me. "How does it feel?" he 
asked chuckling. "My cock will feel even better in 
there than my finger when the time comes. Man, just 
take a look at this ass, guys. It's like two 
grapefruits."

"Why are you doing this?" I suddenly blurted out. I was 
scared, excited, humiliated.

"You're going to learn what it's like to be a slave, 
college boy" Kyle Taunted.

"No! Don't, please..."

He just laughed and taunted me again, "You're mouth 
says 'no' but your cock says 'yes' pretty boy, and 
cocks don't lie... not that it matters."

The realization that I was actually getting turned on 
suddenly hit me and I felt more humiliated than ever.

Before he could finish, I tried to spit at him yelling, 
"FUCK YOU!" 

Kyle smiled, moving up close to my face, and hissed. 
"Whitey, I love it... I love that you're pretending to 
resist..." He waved to Tyrone who quickly removed his 
own wide leather belt from his jeans. "Look at this 
guy. This'll be perfect for tanning his little white 
ass." 

"NO! NO!" I yelled, "PLEASE! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? 
STOP! GODDAMN! FUCK! LET ME GO!" I yelled.

"Kyle, what about his dirty mouth? Gag him?" Jackson 
asked "Nah, I wanna hear him scream, the fucker is 
gonna scream." 

I started to panic. I was tied, helpless and totally 
exposed.

I still didn't believe I was going to be beaten with a 
leather belt. I was trying to prepare for what was 
going to come next. Part of me was starting to panic. 
Another part was defiant. Another part was feeling 
excited.

My four captors stared at me. Jackson snickered and 
moved between my stretched out legs, and began fondling 
my loose balls and still hard cock. I gasped at the 
touch - and squirmed, moaning, "W-what are you doing? 
Jesus!"

At that, Kyle, using a belt, slapped my stomach hard, 
and then again. My body went rigid again, and I yelled, 
"OH SHIT!" clenching my teeth, shaking my head back and 
forth, yanking my restraints. They had tied me up so 
tightly I could barely move - my body spread-eagled 
before my captors. I was terrified now of what would 
happen next. My entire body was now exposed completely 
- and I remembered now Kyle's taunt that I would be 
"whipped". 

Five minutes passed. I almost lurched violently when I 
heard a loud noise as Kyle deliberately hit the table 
top with the belt.

I moaned and almost begged, "Oh please... don't!"

I was frightened, but tried hard to hide it. I could 
only look back at them staring at me, ready to hurt me 
in some way.

"Now white boy. Time to even up your tan."

I gasped, tears flowing from my eyes. I nodded, bowing 
my head, trying to ready myself for the belt. 

Kyle held the thick leather belt up for me to see, 
wrapping the buckle end around his fist. The first blow 
landed across my ass with a loud smack, causing me to 
scream. There was no let up - Kyle whipped me 10 times. 
I couldn't help it - I shrieked and shrieked, buckling 
my body - the pain was too intense. My ass felt like it 
was on fire. "RRAHAHAHHHHH!" I screamed.

Tyrone had his turn, using the belt, hitting me 10 
times on my stomach, chest, legs, and my butt. This 
time I muffled my screams, clenching my teeth moaning, 
my body jerking and shaking each time I was whipped. 
The tears flowed heavily now - the pain was so intense.

Lee was next. I could not believe it when I saw the 
teen holding a cat o nine tails - and whipped me 10 
times on the back, ass and lower legs, while I tensed 
my body, shaking and shuddering, moaning, "Oh god, oh 
god..."

I couldn't believe I could feel more pain - but each 
time I felt the sting of belt or whip. 

Jackson was last, using the cat o'nine for part of the 
whipping - whipping me hard everywhere. He used the 
belt for the final 10 lashings on my ass now on fire 
from the beatings.

I was stunned. The whipping was intense but not nearly 
as bad as I thought it would be. It was almost as if 
they didn't really want to hurt me too much, but I was 
terrified it wasn't over. I was completely helpless and 
absolutely at the mercy of my four captors.

Tyrone and Lee smiled evilly almost, both of them 
slapping me on my ass cheeks hard with the palms of 
their hands. Tyrone whispered in my ear, "We're going 
to fuck your little white ass, boy, but not 'til you 
finish sucking our black cocks. You're going to serve 
as our sex slave..." My body shuddered involuntarily, 
and my eyes widened at the realization of what they had 
planned for me. But with those words my entire body 
began to shudder with excitement. My cock actually grew 
hard again after having gone limp during the whipping 
and was starting to leak pre-cum.

To further humiliate me, Kyle and Tyrone squatted near 
Jackson, and they all talked loudly about my ass, 
commenting on its roundness and tightness - the nice 
halo of soft hair in my ass crack, fingering the crack 
and cheeks as if I was nothing more than a piece of 
meat for sale. Incredibly, though, my own cock 
continued to betray me by remaining throbbing and 
leaking.

"Please," I begged. "Please, no more. I'll do anything 
you want. I promise I won't tell anyone about this. 
Please!"

"You beg real nice," taunted Kyle. "We have all kinds 
of fun and games planned for you pretty boy. You have 
to spend a lot of time on your knees yet. You're going 
to be our fucking slave for the whole of this tutoring 
session and for the rest of them every Thursday 
afternoon if we say so. You're gonna learn to suck 
black cock like an expert. I fucking guarantee it."

The four teens were in their glory. Now they had me. 
Now the real fun could begin. Now they could totally 
humiliate me as they forced me to carry out there 
utterly degrading commands, and they obviously intended 
to use me in every way imaginable.

END

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