After School Study

I wasn't sure what to expect when Mark invited me to his house that evening.

Officially, I was going to his house to 'study', but I was fourteen, horny and gay, and Mark had been kissing me and giving me handjobs in the locker room after gym for the past month, although he had never let me return the favour. That afternoon, he had asked me to his house, to study and do homework. "We'll do everything you want, and things you never thought of," he'd whispered hotly in my ear, his left hand pinning my hands over my head, his right gripping me hard and his own cock hard against my thigh. I'd agreed, of course. How could I not?

So here I was, standing on the doorstep, suddenly apprehensive, though I wasn't sure why. Mark looked over his shoulder at me as he unlocked the door. "What's wrong, Dave?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing," I replied, and followed him inside. Once inside the door, Mark politely stepped aside, letting me step into the living room beyond. I blinked, trying to let my eyes adjust to the gloom within, and so missed the older man sitting on the couch until he spoke.

"Welcome home, Mark. I presume this is Davie?"

"Hi Dad. Yes, this is Dave. Dave, this is my father."

"Hello, sir," I said politely, not comfortable with the way the older man was raking me with his eyes. He was an older version of Mark, very handsome.

"Hello, Davie," he replied. Then he looked past me, and his voice was suddenly stern. "Mark, you know the rules."

"Yes, Dad. I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't good enough. I'll have to punish you later. Well, what are you waiting for?"

Under my shocked eyes, Mark stripped off all his clothes. He made somewhat of a striptease of it, unbuttoning his shirt before shucking it off over his shoulders, unzipping his slacks slowly and letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them and then slowly peeling his Y-fronts down his legs. But what startled me most was the thick leather thong wound about the base of his cock, keeping it half-hard, and when he turned around to slowly and sensually pick up and fold his clothing, his cheeks were split by a bright red wedge, clearly the base of a butt-plug. I stared as he waved his plugged rear at me and his father... oh god, his father....

A strong hand fell on my shoulder, and I looked up, suddenly scared, at the man who was regarding his son's violation with such a sexual gaze. He turned those hot eyes on me and I shuddered, knowing that, while I didn't know exactly what was going to happen, things were going to happen to me. My gut was twisting, but I couldn't tell if it were fear or arousal.

I was so hard it wasn't funny.

"Strip," Mark's father commanded me, voice soft but absolutely implacable. I swallowed and obeyed as quickly as I could. My fingers were clumsy as I unbuttoned my shirt, and Mark reached around me to help, but his father commanded, "Don't help him," and his hands fell away.

Finally, I was standing there, in the entry of Mark's house, totally naked under both their gazes. "Very good, Mark," his father said finally, "you've picked a good boy. Now, come to the playroom." He turned, opening a door set close to the front door and heading down the stairs hidden there.

I hesitated, but Mark grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. "Don't worry," he said calmly. "It's going to be so good."

Following them both down the stairs to the basement, I swallowed as Mark's father switched on the light and gasped as I realised what I was looking at.

There was a child-sized hammock hung from the ceiling, level with an adult man's head. There were chains ending in handcuffs descending from the rafters, directly above a set of ankle-cuffs set into the floor. Metal bars were set against the wall. There were three gymnastic horses scattered about the room, all of which had thick rods, about six inches long, sticking up from the middle of the horse. There were two massage tables, with cutouts in odd places. There was a frame set to one side of the room. It was occupied.

The woman hanging in the frame was not naked, as Mark and I were but that somehow made the sight of her that much more dirty. Her dark hair was still pinned up in a chignon that had once been neat but straggles of sweat-soaked hair had worked their way loose along her hairline, and she was still wearing sheer stay-up lace-topped stockings and neat low-heeled shoes - the ankle cuffs that locked her legs four feet apart had been closed over the top of them. She was gagged, there was something thick and neon-pink sticking out of her pussy, and drips of white, viscous liquid slowly slid down it, dripping onto the floor below her. There were red stripes on her thighs and breasts. Her eyes brightened as she saw us, and her gaze followed Mark's father as he moved towards her.

"Look at her, Davie," Mark's father commanded me. "She's been like that all day, holding on to her plugs, despite the fact that when they were put in she'd been filled with so much cum she was sloshing and we lubed them thoroughly before we put them in her. She hasn't let either drop and she's still got most of the cum we put in her this morning. She's been doing her best to be a good girl. Considering that she's never been trained, she's really doing rather well. We might even reward her later."

The woman's tired face seemed to brighten. If she had been able to smile around the wedge of cloth and leather stuffing her mouth, she would have. She was probably in her early thirties, and if I'd liked women, I might have been attracted to her. Through the exhaustion on her face, she was really quite pretty.

Mark's father finally stroked one of the woman's tendrils of hair back behind her ear. "But that's for later, if she keeps being a good girl," he said gently, turning away from her. "Right now, we're dealing with you. You've never been trained, either. Do you think you can be as good as she is?"

I swallowed. "I - I don't know. I'll try, sir."

"Master," he corrected me. "From now on, you shall call me Master." He nodded over my shoulder. "Mark," he continued, "take Davie over to the massage table, and fasten him down."

Mark stepped up beside me and pointed to the nearest table. "Lie down on your stomach on that one," he told me.

"Okay, Mark," I replied, heading over.

"Master Mark," Master added. "We are both your Masters, now, Davie, and you'll refer to both of us that way."

I lay, face down, on the massage table. My cock and my face both fitted into holes cut into the table, and I knew it was deliberate, just as the way the curved hollows in the table pushed my legs apart and cradled my balls was. Just as I settled into the obvious shape, I felt Master Mark's familiar hands pull my legs straight and a band of thick pressure against each of my lower calves. Master's larger hand pressed down on the small of my back, quickly replaced by another wide band. I was just about to turn my head when I felt Master Mark push my head down hard into the padded cutout hole in the table and another thick, four-inch-wide band across my neck, holding my neck, shoulders and face down in place. It was almost anticlimactic to feel him binding my wrists above my head.

Pinned in place, I thought for sure that Master would just go straight into fucking me, but with a shiver of shock, I felt Master Mark's familiar hands, slick with oil or lotion, begin to stroke up and down my back. As the sensual stroking continued, I began to relax, almost against my own will.

"That's good, Mark," his father's voice said. "Now, lube him up."

I felt Master Mark's hands glide down over my buttcheeks, sliding slickly between them. His hand pressed on the cleft, and slid down, pressing on the entire length between the base of my spine and my balls, so when it passed over my hole, it slipped in a little way. The finger left, and then returned, pressing and slipping in further. This kept up until Master Mark's finger was a full knuckle in, and it started to burn. I whimpered.

"Please don't resist, Dave," Master Mark said. "Relax. Dad's going to let me take your virginity. It'll be good, I promise."

I nodded as much as I could and tried to relax. Master Mark's finger slipped in another inch.

"He is a good boy," Master said. "Now, two fingers. And scissor them. I want to see the inside of that pretty hole."

Suddenly it felt like a ram had been applied to my rear, and I wailed as the pain dulled to a slow burn and then redoubled, shooting up my spine until it brushed up against something inside me that transformed what had been agony into something else, something stronger and darker that suddenly felt good.

"Good, you've found his prostate," Master said calmly, as I tried to wriggle under Master Mark's impaling fingers. "Now, come over here."

The sudden absence of anything inside me was almost as agonising as Master Mark's initial finger had been. It wasn't long, however, before I felt something even thicker and hotter pressing against me. I shrieked as whatever it was shoved in and kept coming. I felt hair against my butt and realised that it was Master Mark's cock. I had thought it was long and thick before, but now it felt utterly huge and way, way too big for me. Then it crashed against that place - my prostate, Master had called it - and the pain became dark, agonising pleasure. It shot up my spine and coiled about me.

Suddenly, Master Mark was pushed flat against my back and shoved hard inside me, down to the root. Master Mark cried out and I grunted, as there was no breath in my chest to scream.

"You made a sound, Mark." Master's voice was breathless. "You know better than to speak when I fuck you. I really will have to punish you now."

My cock, alone and untouched, got even harder as I realised that Master was fucking Master Mark as Master Mark was fucking me - Master was fucking both of us at once.

"You can scream, Davie," Master continued calmly, as he continued to powerfuck us. "You haven't been gagged."

And scream I did, as my first orgasm gathered and spurted out of my cock. Master continued for a few minutes more, before coming himself. I could feel his spurting cock as it shoved Master Mark into me, before he finished, and then stood up, pulling himself out with a sucking sound. There was a pause, and I felt another push against me, through Mark.

"Your punishment, Mark," Master said calmly. "You will not cum yet. Get up and off him."

Master Mark slowly withdrew, his cock pulling out with a sucking sound. I breathed in and out slowly in the absence of anything or anyone touching me.

"Your bottom is so pretty, Davie," Master said, his voice sounding as if he were standing some distance away. "We need to dress it. Ah! This one will do. Mark, lube it up and put it in."

The pressure against my butthole was hard and cold. It got thicker and thicker until I felt it suddenly narrow. My butt clenched closed at that spot, holding the rest of the dildo in, the way it was designed.

"Now, unfasten him and both of you, watch quietly," Master ordered.

Master Mark obeyed, and helped me to stand up. We stood there as Master walked over to the woman in the frame. He smiled at her gently. "You've been very good, Ella," Master told her. "Very obedient." He reached up and unfastened the band wrapped about her face, holding her gag in, which he then pulled out. It proved to be a pair of men's sweatsocks, wadded up and shoved in past her lips, and then a pair of torn ladies' panties. "Silly girl," he chided softly. "To wear underwear to my home! Still, you didn't know any better, I suppose. You will never do it again. Will you?"

"No, Master," Ella replied, her voice hoarse.

"Good girl," Master praised her. "You held the dildos in for six hours, although you did spill some of the cum. You will have to be punished, of course. I think a spanking will do."

Master unfastened her wrists and ankles, and then swiftly pulled out the buttplug that I hadn't seen. Immediately, a flood of white liquid gushed out, onto the floor, to join the drops already there. Then he quickly pulled out the pink dildo, and even more cum poured out of her, doubling the pool that lay glistening below her. He led her over to the nearest gymnastic horse and lifted her up to lay across it. "Twenty strikes," Master said. "You will count it and thank me after each stroke. And you will not cry out."

"Yes, Master," Ella replied. Master spanked her without warning. "Uh-ONE! Thank you, Master!"

"Aalllmost," Master singsonged, and struck again. This time, however, Ella merely drew in a breath and counted. As the count went on and I watched, and I felt the pressure of the buttplug against my prostate, I felt myself growing hard again.

"TWENTY! Thank you, Master!" Ella finally finished.

"Well, you were a good girl," Master said clearly. "You may come upstairs with us and prepare a snack for us all."

We walked up the stairs, and Master said, "Boys, pick up your bookbags." He must have seen my startled look because he then said with a smile, "You came here to study - you can hardly go home without having done your homework."

The next hour was torture, as I sat at Master's kitchen table, my hole plugged and prostate stimulated without relief, trying to concentrate on schoolwork. Halfway through my English homework, Master began to mercilessly and relentlessly shred my concentration. He pulled out a remote control, and ordered, "Neither of you are to cum without my permission," and then pressed the button. I could only squeak as the dildo in my butt began to vibrate against my prostate.

When I finally finished, Ella served us all a batch of fresh-baked oatmeal cookies she'd made as Mark and I had tried to study. They were very good - she was a very good cook.

All four of us ate one, and then Master smiled. "Very good, Ella. Davie, get on the table on your back. Mark is going to fuck you. You may be as loud as you like. Mark, this time, you may cum."

He did, too. I screamed through my second orgasm, spurting all over his chest, as his seed came out so hard that it was thrusting against my prostate all on its own. He was still cumming as I came down from the high, and it took a good five minutes to drain out of me.

Master ordered Ella to lick it up off the table. She was in the process of doing so as Master told me goodbye with a smile, while fucking her from behind.

As I walked up the driveway away from Mark's house, I checked my watch. 6pm? It had only taken two hours to change my life forever.

*****

The next day, I turned up to school half an hour early, as I usually did. Master Mark was waiting for me, and led me into the boys' bathroom. Without preliminaries, he pulled my pants down and sucked me till I was hard. Then he spun me around and slid into me, beginning to pound at just the right spot. It was just getting good when he grunted and began to spurt. Keeping me bent over, he slid a buttplug into me, closing up my hole before a drop could escape. Though more slender than Master Mark, it was significantly thicker than the one I had worn the day before. I stood up and he pressed my cock down, sliding a cock ring onto it so it couldn't get hard again.

"Keep that plug in and that ring on today," he ordered me. "We'll take them out when you come over to my house today."

"You want me to come over again?" I asked.

He smiled. "Of course. Dad still has to fuck you, you know."