Chapter 18 - How they spent the night
Despite being 11pm, the night was far from over for the prisoners at Rolland's house.
Rolland was beaten, shocked, tickled, pinched, and burned for the next few hours. Nearly everyone came in to pay their respects at some point, but it was Artis who stayed with the big guy the longest. The nerd made sure his bully didn't know a moment of peace. Artis made sure that even the brief reprieves, (when Rolland wasn't being tickled, whipped, shocked, or coated in wax) were still a source of dread; he’d lightly touch the man and make him flinch, or whisper threats of pain to come.
“I like this house,” Artis said, “maybe when all the other guys go home I'll stay here. I throw you in one of your cells and keep this place all to myself. All I’d need to do is feed you twice a day. I bet none of the other guys would go to the cops if I let them have fun with you a few times a week.”
Dasol also spent the remainder of the evening tied and as a center of attention for the victorious men. He, however had volunteered for his situation. He'd cleaned out, and let the guys tie him face down to a bed. He'd given everyone consent to fuck him, as long as they helped him keep track.
Over the course of the night the free men came by, some once, some twice, to fuck the eager twink. They each left him with a load in his ass, a permanent marker tally on his lower back, and a big smile on his face.
Luke was having less fun. The usually dominant man spent over an hour tied to the post. Harry edged Luke, while Selim and Nahum tickled him. Eventually Selim and Nahum got tired of tickling him and offered to secure Luke in a more comfortable position if Harry wanted to continue having fun with the captured traitor. Harry assured them he did. Luke tried to bargain and beg for mercy, but with his gag and these three men binding him no amount of schemes or deals would help him.
They strapped him in a sleep sack, which had an opening for his cock to poke out of. Harry sat beside Luke, teasing, tickling, and edging his cock for the rest of the night, leaving him alone every so often to go fuck Dasol or torture Rolland. Luke finally fell asleep after hours on edge, never allowed to cum, frustrated and painfully horny beyond belief.
When the club finally closed at 2 am, Sir Raymond got a few volunteers to release Carlo and Seth and force them into straitjackets. Then Raymond and his husband brought the two exhausted entertainers home.
“I found out both of you have tomorrow free,” he told them, as he laid them beside each other on a bed, “I'll wake you both up bright and early so we can have more fun before I have to let you.”
He pulled a breathable hood over both of their faces, which left them un-gagged and able to breath, but unable to see anything. The two didn't say anything, they were too exhausted to plead, and grateful to finally have some rest. Sir Raymond strapped them together at the ankle and left them to enjoy a few hours of sleep.
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Ricky fell right back comfortably into his usual sub role. He submitted to the different forms of bondage his previous victims decided for him. He endured torture with screams of pain and cries for mercy. He let himself focus fully on the fact that he was tied up and fully under the other guys’ control.
First Ricky was led in his gimp suit and mitts and forced into a cage. While the other guys had their fun with Rolland, Dasol, and Luke, they left Ricky bound, gagged and blindfolded, kneeling uncomfortably, with clamps on his nipples and an electro box zapping his ass and thighs at random intervals every few minutes.
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It was a special kind of torture. Left fully unattended. Suffering passively without anyone needing to touch him.
When the men came to release him, Ricky knew it was only to torture him more directly.
They stripped him naked, save for his fist mitts. They pulled his limbs apart and secured them to points on two wooden beams in Rolland's shed. Chet and Nahum pulled the chains tight so Ricky was trapped in a standing spreadeagle. Jurgen forced a sock in his mouth and sealed it with a head harness.
“I thought you might want something to bite down on,” Jurgen said with a scarily friendly tone.
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Ricky strung up and whipped/tickled
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Ricky did come to appreciate having the sock to bite down on, as the men whipped his back with a flogger, spanked his ass with a belt, and ran a spiky wartenberg wheel across his exposed skin.
Only when all of his limbs were exhausted, all his muscles burned, and all the fight had been beaten out of him did the men release Ricky. He fell to the floor.
They ordered him to stand. He weakly pulled himself up. His ex-prisoners led him to the place he'd spend the night.
With his fists still locked in mitts, they forced Ricky into a cage. They pulled off his gag and offered him some water before locking the door closed. Ricky laid down, forced to curl up in the small cage.
He went to sleep bruised, battered, beaten, and happy.
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