The ring armor man delivered the package. I placed it on the table and unwrapped the Brown University paper that covered the shoe box. I removed the lid and read the note on the top of the contents.

"You will bear these when you come to the address below at 9.00pm Wednesday, Understand Charlie, do not disappoint me ! !"I read the words with dread knowing that I would follow as instructed.

I placed the government note on the mesa and slowly started to go through the contents of the box.

There were a numeral of sealed credit card bags, and I opened and emptied the subject matter of the number 1 onto the table. It contained cord and a piece of paper. I read what was the teaching on how to tie the scrotum and separate each testicle using the cord. I grimaced as I read it.

I opened the adjacent bag which revealed a couplet of what the instructions called nipple grabber chela. I pressed one of the brand pencil shaped physical object and four lilliputian springiness tensioned chela emerged.

I swallowed drily as I opened the third bag. The capacity were razors and perfume with instructions to take a shit myself hairless from the neck down and smothered with the perfume for the meeting.

The final bag contained a diminutive fateful sitting pouch, set of hired man cuffs, masked hoodlum and a ball gag with the instructions stating to be wearing the pocket and bringing the rest in the bag.

I stared at the object on the mesa, my mind searching for a way out of this incubus, but I could not hail up with one. I realised once More that the only when option was to obey Sarah, s demands.

The come day was Midweek and ahead of time even I began what I was putting off all day and stood naked in the shower, soaped my body and began shaving the hairsbreadth from my torso and limbs.

Every solidus of the razor removed both my organic structure hair and also my self admiration. I felt as if I was emasculating myself as the hair fell on the exhibitioner tray.

Finally done, I rinsed myself off and towelled myself as I walked to the chamber, and as I entered I saw myself in the full length mirror. …it was me, but was not me. I stared at my now raw hairless body with the exception of my scalp.

I suddenly realised there was something feminine about a smooth body…and I had been made to name my physical structure like that ! ! !

I felt the stunned confusion in my mind again as I stared at my bareness but was brought back to horrid realism when I saw the prison term was now 8.15pm. I knew it was a xxx minute ride to the address Sarah had chosen and shaving myself had took far longer than I had envisioned.

I moved to the bed where I had left all the contents of the box and picked up the length of corduroy and began binding the nucleotide of my now bald scrotum as the instructions said, followed by separating my testicles before tying the ends off. I felt the uncomfortableness of my trapped exposed balls that showed the difference in size of it between the two.

Next I used the powerful smell feminine perfume on myself before putting on the blackened posing pouch.

I then pressed the teat grabber chela to expose the prongs placed it over my nipple and released the tensity slowly. The claw grabbed my nipple and the pain was electric…I gasped at the maven, but carried on with the second base so my tit were in this tormenting contraption.

I gingerly dressed trying to prevent too lots friction between my shirt and the clamps.

Nearly 8.30pm, so I headed to my car dressed as say, for the journey.

I turned into the morose gravel floored abandon area that is used as parking for ramblers and dog walkers who use the surrounding wood during the day.

My headlights lit up Sarah, s car at the far end and I parked behind her. She climbed out of her car and signalled me and I gingerly climbed out of mine, gasping as the tit chela were moved with the tension my shirt caused to them as I picked up the bag containing my hood and stuff.

Sarah signalled me to follow, and she moved respective yards of the carpark into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and turned to face me.

"strip show"she ordered me.

And I clumsily obeyed, feeling the cool night air on my skin as I did so till I was standing before her wearing just the black-market sitting pouch and the nipple claws.

She looked at my totally hairless eubstance for respective endorsement before reaching out her hand for the bag I held. I gave her the bag and she took out the ball gag and without any word moved behind me and started putting it into place, I opened my backtalk as the ball pulled tightly over my mouth and teeth and it entered trapping my knife and I felt the leather straps tighten against my impudence as she fastened the buckle keeping it in place.

She then cuffed one wrist and moved me so as to face the car park and gestured me to call down my arms to a low offshoot above my caput and cuffed my other wrist joint over it so I was restrained.

Sarah then stood in movement of me and did not smile…she laugh and took out her phone and pressed a number and holding it to her ear said"Now ”. And laughed at me once more and turned and walked back to her car and one-half sat on the bonnet looking at me and took out a parcel of cigarettes and lit one and continued to look at me tied to the branch.

I heard a vehicle approaching and as it did Sarah again moved to me and put the hood over my school principal so I was now sightless to who was arriving.

I heard the fomite plosive consonant and doors opening and culmination and pace on the gravel.

I sensed that whoever he/she or they were that they were now looking at me…at my shaved body, and only the diminished nigrify pouch covering my genitals.

I felt a hand on my breast osseous tissue and felt its finger's breadth moving out towards my left nipple. I grunted with pain through the gag as whoevers hired hand it was pulled at the mammilla pincer. I felt the claw being twisted and I screeched with pain and involuntarily rose to my tiptoes trying to distort away.

I Felt the early mamilla chela being touched and again the searing pain as it too was pulled and twisted

The Ball gag prevented my riot from being heard too loudly beneath the strong-armer and I felt my saliva drooling round the clod and down my chin as well as bout running down my cheeks.

I heard laughter at whoever was causing my pain and was relieved that whoever it was released the grip on the hook and instead slowly started pulling the chain to again bring me to my tiptoes, and as I was in that office arms raised and chained to the branch above me I felt that someone other handwriting finger my covered groin. Their fingers tracing between my separated exposed balls under my prick that I had tied as instructed and therefore were trapped and could not get by into my torso. The person gripped my posing pouch and squeezed my shaft and egg contained inside it.

I raised myself off the ground with my arms at the traction on my privates and tried writhing in the air but the nipple pincer and the grip prevented anything but token resistance against the pain.

After respective seconds that seemed prospicient the pressure was released and I felt the flat coat again under my bare feet.

There was talking, but I could not make out due to the hood I wore. Then several more seconds of silence. I felt something being put on my ankle, but with my sense corruption I was late to react and my ankle was restrained. I felt my other ankle being fastened and felt and knew I was being fastened to a leg stretcher rod. Then the goon was pulled off my head and I squinted at the glare of the headlight shining at me.

I got my focus back and saw 2 men…and Sarah beyond them to one side still sitting and watching from her car bonnet.

The men, I knew just from seeing them were queer, homosexual, bent, whatever you want to term it. I shuddered visibly which seemed to amuse them.

The nearest was probably in his too soon twenties, long blonde haired, slim, almost anorexic in appearance with a feminine looking face. The other was older, latterly thirties to ahead of time forty with a paunch, dark haired with a goatee face fungus and spectacles.

They turned to Sarah who nodded assent.

They turned back toward me ogling my almost bare defenceless body with leering looks before the jr. stepped forward.

He stepped on the broadcaster bar, rooting me to the berth and reached out with his hand and put it slowly into my pouch. And started fondling my genitalia.

I started cursing him through the testis gag, as he held my balls and turncock, it was the first time a male person had touched me. spittle ran down my face as he pulled down the sack to peril my bind scrotum and testicles.

He looked at my openness and smiled. Then slowly he started undoing his pants and pulled his own already semi hard hammer out and started rubbing it to an erection, and, keeping his understructure on the bar bent his head between the pap claws so that the linking mountain chain was behind his neck.

He was now directly against my straw man and I felt his cock poke at my own. He started to slowly thrust his severely dick between my separated musket ball. I tried moving but he grabbed my hair's-breadth with both hired man and pulled my principal backwards so my throat and neck was exposed to him and he started biting and sucking my neck.

I screamed through the gag as he started to chip in my neck painful ferocious love pungency. I felt the bruising as he did not relent while still thrusting his turncock against my ball bag.

He moved his head back which pulled on the nipple claws causing more stifle screams from me which made my antagonist grin before starting to osculate my boldness and boldness. I tried to move again but his grasp prevented me from avoiding his gay lips.

I sensed apparent motion and turned my center as the nestling was enjoying kissing my face and saw the older guy stripping.

His shirt was already off and was just getting out of his dungaree and drawers.

He stood au naturel, smiling at seeing his young associate enjoying me, beneath his ample paunch his 6 inch shaft was strong and stood out.

He smiled directly at me, and with his index digit subconsciously pushed the pith of his chalk back into stead and moved behind me.

He too stood on the spreader rod to restrain me planted in plaza as he started rubbing his hairy body against my smooth shaven back and arse.

I felt his hard stopcock against my tooshie cracking, then felt his finger exploring my sphincter. I tried to tighten my arse hole but he just pushed his finger slowly into me boost and further.

I heard his grunts and his hot toilsome breath against my shoulder joint as he pulled his fingerbreadth out and started replacing it with his throbbing cock.

At the same time the Whitney Moore Young Jr. guy had started wanking me and kneading my clump while still have a go at it biting my cervix and I was getting a forced hard on.

Older guy got his dick into me, I felt my posterior muscles involuntarily yielding to the painful stretching entryway of another serviceman penis and I groaned with the agonising pain as he started fucking me. Every thrust into me made me whince and in unison to his grunts.

His paunchy bodyweight was getting behind the now faster firmly driving force of his rooster into my virgin behind and I felt his cock muscles pump and his spunk shooting into me.

The old sweaty guy milked his slowly softening putz inside my arse till his balls were vacuous before finally pulling his flaccid length out of my dishonour body.

The new guy released his grip of my still hard prick and replaced the old man and forced his own unseasoned turncock tip against my now partly surrendered seat hole muscles and pushed the entire length of his prick diaphysis into me. I wimpered at the pain in the neck of the infringement again as my arse muscle stretched to accommodate his shaft, and felt his balls against me as he thrusted, and knew he was just using me as a roll in the hay trash dump for his soon to get sperm.

The bare older guy went to his articulatio genus in front of me and began unwrapping the scrotum bindings beneath my erection. Even with the painfulness of the rear end fucking I was receiving I felt the superstar of my bollock and ball bag being released and the blood fully returning to them.

He started wanking me roughly and massaging my testis in his hand.

I felt the youngers cock thrusting shorter faster pumps into my inadequate arse and knew he was about to screw his cum into me, and that I was being forced wanked to a impeding climax.

The wanking became faster and I felt myself beginning to culminate and my soundbox must of betrayed the fact because the young guy thrusted even harder and faster.

Then my spunk started spurting from my cock shooting onto the ground ahead of me and the young guy emptied his cargo of cum into me simultaneously, so that I had two early males semen in me.

I hung from the arm supporting my arm and saw Sarah, camera earphone in script recording what was done to me.

The two violaters of me dressed, still not uttering a Logos and went to their vehicle and left with just a gracious nod to Sarah.

Sarah walked to me turning of the camera, and raised her mitt and removed my drool ball gag.

I looked at her and said.

"Remember It, s your turn next workweek Babe"

"I know darling…can hardly wait to find out what you are planning for me"Sarah replied .