"Boy! That was really good!" Phillip exclaimed in genuine admiration. He shook his head in disbelief. This was better than any scene he'd ever been involved in...ever! He roughly extracted the saliva-drenched dildo from the Travis' mouth.
"OK, boy," Phillip said. "I'm gonna cut your legs loose." He looked at the boy on the table sternly.
"You gonna be a good boy?" Travis nodded mutely. He untied Travis' ankles while the doctor held him steady. His exhausted legs flopped heavily onto the thin mattress. After a moment, the two men helped him back to his feet.
"So, now we‘re gonna make a little movie," Phillip explained cheerfully. "The video will be our insurance that we're never going to hear from you again. Because..." Phillip picked a piece of lint off his hospital smock, "...if you ever tell anybody about our little session here, a very embarrassing video is going to be plastered all over the Internet! Guaranteed two million views on YouTube!" Phillip grabbed the tuft of hair over the helpless boy's forehead and roughly pulled his head back.
"Do you understand?"
Travis's eyes rolled up toward the ceiling. His chest heaved. He did not respond. Suddenly, in one last, desperate act of defiance, the naked man jerked his head free of the nurse‘s grip, swung his face to the side, and spat full force into the doctor‘s glasses.
Phillip reacted like lightning. He spun Travis around by the ropes that still bound his arms behind his back, bent him over the bed, and smashed his face into the mattress. Travis kicked wildly, but was unable to break free of the nurse's grip. Phillip glanced over toward Richard, who was slowly wiping the disgusting fluid off his face and spectacles. The doctor's eyes were blazing and his breaths were coming quickly. Phillip pinned the struggling figure by the shoulders, and watched in amazement as his colleague slowly pulled the stethoscope from around his neck.
With quiet steel in his voice, Richard said, "Hold that little fucker still."
A grin of understanding began to spread across the nurse's face. He clamped down harder on the naked, kicking boy.
"SWISH...CRACK!"
The doctor landed a vicious cut with the rubber tube of his stethoscope across both red and ravaged cheeks. Travis shrieked in pain. Phillip pushed his face further into the mattress.
The doctor whipped the rubber tube through the air again and slashed the boy's buttocks in perfect parallel to and just below the first cut, the color of which was deepening into an angry scarlet stripe. Travis' screams of protest were muffled in the bedding.
"That's it, doc," Phillip purred. "Let him have it! This no-good piece of shit deserves everything he‘s getting!"
Again and again the doctor lashed the biting rubber tube across the boy's red and bruised bottom. Quietly, Phillip urged him on, himself deeply aroused.
"So, what's it gonna be, fucker?" Phillip demanded. "You gonna do what we tell you?" Richard paused momentarily. Travis responded by kicking out with his foot, trying to catch Phillip in the groin. The nurse ducked nimbly aside, and the doctor renewed his assault with the rubber tube.
"SWISH...CRACK!"
"SWISH...CRACK!"
"SWISH...CRACK!"
Each cut was followed by an increasingly high-pitched squeal from Travis.
After about twenty scorching lashes with the rubber tube, Phillip held up one palm. Richard paused, letting the stethoscope dangle by his side. The doctor rolled his shoulder as if to work out a kink in his whipping arm and absently tugged at the bulge between his legs. Travis's shoulders heaved. His breaths came in strangled gasps, but otherwise, he didn't move.
Phillip pulled the boy's head out of the mattress. "So, asshole, are you going to cooperate? Or does the doc here need to start tearing into your ass again?"
Travis swallowed with difficulty and didn't respond.
"Well, Doc," Phillip began. "I think he needs a bit more persuading."
"No! Wait, wait! Jesus!" Travis panted. "I can‘t take any more!" His voice was thin and pathetic.
Phillip glanced over to Richard whose face was like stone.
"All right. We'll give this a try. But if you make one false move, you'll find yourself bent right back over the bed. This time, though, it won't be a thermometer up your ass. It'll be my whole fist. Got it?" He gave the man's head a backwards jerk. Travis swallowed with difficulty and nodded.
"OK then. You can start showing us what a good boy you are by getting down on your knees." Travis didn‘t move. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy saw Richard raising the rubber thing. He scrambled to his feet and awkwardly lowered himself into a kneeling position.
"That's better." Phillip cuffed the back of Travis' head and nodded at Richard. The doctor's steely gaze never left Travis' face.
Phillip's eyes shifted back and forth between the two men. He was quietly thrilled by what he saw. Like some dark Renaissance painting of Catholic sin and repentance, the stern, dominant figure loomed over the submissive form. Travis kept his head down and his eyes on the floor. His mind was reeling.
"Here's how it's gonna go." Phillip eased his rock-hard cock over the waistband of his scrubs. Travis' eyes grew wide and he tried to draw away.
"Come on, boy. This isn't the first time you've seen a hard cock." Phillip held him firmly by the hair.
There was no mistaking what this muh-ther-FUK-ing nurse had in mind. Travis clamped his lips shut and shook his head, "no." No way was some fag bastard gonna put his cock in HIS mouth. He set his jaw in defiance, sat back on his haunches, and stared at the floor. His butthole still stung from the shit they put in there. A tiny drop of slime slipped out and fell to the floor. The throbbing in his anus was beginning to subside, but not so his poor ass cheeks. Crouched the way he was on his knees, the skin on his thrashed-over ass stretched and pulled as a painful reminder of what these two assholes were capable of. He struggled futilely against the ropes that held his arms pinned behind his back.
"Do I detect a show of renewed defiance?" Phillip asked matter-of-factly, putting his hard cock back in his pants. He shrugged his shoulders.
"OK, buddy. It's up to you. Me and the doc here got all night." Shaking his head in mock dismay, Phillip tugged under the boy's armpit to bring him to his feet. "Come on. Get up. You're going back over the bed and the doctor's gonna work over your ass some more."
"No! Wait!" Travis pulled out of his grasp and thudded painfully back to his knees. The idea of having more things shoved up his ass covered with that burny goop was too terrifying to think about. But even worse was the thought of getting whipped some more with that rubber-tube thing.
Travis tried to rationalize what was happening. He remembered when he was a kid and that senior had made him suck his cock behind the bleachers when he was a freshman. It actually wasn't so horrible until the guy shot in his mouth, which was really gross. But he survived.
It was fast dawning on him that the only hope he had of getting out of this situation without further injury was if he went along. Travis squeezed his eyes shut and slowly opened his mouth.
Phillip grinned in amazement. He couldn't believe how easy it was to get this guy to cooperate. What a fucking coward, he thought. With excited anticipation, he pulled his cock back out of his scrubs, pulled back the foreskin, and pressed the swollen head against the kneeling man's cheek. Richard watched with rapt attention. With a light pressure on the side of his head, Phillip moved the half-open mouth to the tip of his jutting hard-on.
Surprisingly, the guy didn't resist, and he realized then that the boy had been broken.
Phillip eased the first inch of his erect member into the moist cavity and held it there. He knew he couldn't trust this guy, however submissive he acted now. And he was right. Revenge fantasies spun crazily in Travis' brain. Thinking how he would get back at these guys was the only thing that kept him going.
"So now for the insurance," Phillip announced in a husky tone. He was really turned on by the whole scene—a naked guy spanked and molested kneeling before him with his cock in his mouth, and the sexy doc just inches away watching the whole thing with a massive boner of his own.
Phillip reached over and grabbed Charlie White's cell phone. He switched on the video function and pointed it at Travis' face, getting a full-screen close-up of his dick pressing insistently deeper into the hesitantly yielding mouth.
"We're just going to preserve this little scene for posterity." Phillip chuckled. "The nice thing is, we have your entire address book to send our little movie to if you ever decide to get frisky." Travis' mind seized with the sudden realization that it was his Uncle Charlie's phone that was recording his humiliation. If clips of him sucking cock ever got out to his uncle, it would be all over.
Muh-ther-FUK-er! Why was this happening to HIM??!!
Suddenly, he gagged as that fag nurse's cock bumped the back of this throat. He wretched a little and tried to draw away. But a second pair of hands—the doctor's—held him fast. He retched again as the hard piece of meat began to piston slowly back and forth against the back of his throat.
Phillip let his pants drop to his knees, lifted his shirt, and began to massage his nipple. It felt TERRIFIC! He was amazed that this straight punk knew how to suck cock. Then it occurred to him that this was no fluke. Someone, somewhere must have taught this guy how to give head.
Gradually, Phillip noticed that Richard was staring him in the face. His intense green eyes were locked on him. Phillip paused and returned the look. Richard's gaze never faltered and Phillip could see burning emotion mixed with surprise and curiosity.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Phillip noticed movement at Richard's waist. He glanced down to see his friend's thick and engorged cock being slowly freed from the confines of his scrubs. Richard and Phillip locked eyes again. Without saying a word, Phillip reached down and slowly began to stroke Richard's cock. Gently, he cupped his friend's balls in his open palm and lifted their masculine weight.
Phillip withdrew his cock from Travis' mouth with a small "slurp." Travis' eyes grew wide and he resisted the pressure from Phillip's hand as it pressed his mouth towards Richard's massive cock. It was easily twice as thick as Phillip's and presented an amazing image to the tiny video camera.
Suddenly, submissively, Travis yielded and slid his mouth over the doctor's erection. A quiet moan escaped under Richard's exhaled breath as he felt the warm lips encase him. Without taking his eyes off his friend's, Phillip managed to slide his own cock against Richard's and press the tip of both dicks at once into Travis's subservient mouth.
She stormed into the living room. Fuming, she stood immobilized in the middle of the living room. Just at that moment, a text notification tinkled its little melody on her phone. Automatically, she snatched it up. When she saw it was from "Charlie White," she almost ignored it. But her curiosity got the better of her. She selected, "play video clip."
"What the f..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn‘t believe her eyes!
"Sonofabitch!!" He'd played her for a complete fool! Not only was he not who he said, but he wasn't WHAT he said he was either!!
She grabbed the giant bottle of perfume from the table, stuffed it into her oversized purse, and stomped towards the door. Suddenly, she stopped, went back to the coffee table, and snatched up the keys for Travis'...Charlie's...BMW.
"Sonofabitch!!"
Phillip almost dropped the camera as all the elements came crashing together—the outraged anger, the bare-ass spanking, the pent-up emotion, the naked humiliation, the anal penetration, and the bond between trusted friends.
It was all too much. After no more than two small thrusts with both cocks in Travis' mouth, Richard knew he was going to cum. Helplessly his cock began to pump thick ropes of jism into the unwilling mouth. The instant that Travis realized what was happening, he pulled his mouth off the two rigid male organs and the remainder of Richard's orgasm hit him wetly in the eye.
At that same moment, Phillip's own aching cock began to spurt warm jets of semen across Travis' horrified cheek, all of which Phillip dexterously captured on video.
As if awakening from a dream, Richard hastily wiped the end of his dick and pulled up his scrubs. He looked down in shock and disbelief at the cum-drenched boy. His eyes darted over to Phillip and his cheeks flushed. He backed away unsteadily from the naked captive kneeling on the floor and fled the room.
Phillip decided it was time to let the boy go. He'd had his fun and didn't want to press his luck any further. With a small push, he nudged the kneeling boy off balance and caused him to fall over on his side onto the floor. Travis lay there without moving, eyes blazing. Quickly, Phillip locked the phone in the controlled medications safe. He turned back to the boy on the floor. Was it his imagination or was he sobbing? He stared down at him dispassionately. What kind of shit, he wondered, would do such cruel things to a nice guy like the doc? He winced at the thought of the doc having to run through the neighborhood naked with "fag" written on his back. He glanced around the room and noticed the small open window.
And then he got an idea.
"So, fuckwad...Had enough?" Travis said nothing, head spinning with endorphins.
"Well, I‘m not sure we‘re done with you quite yet." Phillip stepped over and pretended to secure the ropes at the boy's wrists, but actually slipped the knots. He was something of an expert at rope restraint and knew how to tie knots that could be easily released. He liked to play rough; but he also liked to play safe. Even a turd like this guy on the floor deserved that much.
"I want you to lie here and think about what you've done and what will happen if you ever pull anything like this again." Phillip's voice was low and threatening. "I'm gonna go confer with the doc. We'll come back when we‘ve decided what's gonna happen next." Phillip made a noisy show of locking the door on his way out.
The instant that he heard the click of the lock, Travis had another go at the ropes that bound him.
"Muh-ther-FUK-ers!" he cursed. "Just wait 'til I get outta here. I'm gonna...huhn?...what the...?"
As if by magic, the ropes around his wrists fell loose and his hands were free!!!
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