Enslaved in Shinjuku

I had run up a huge debt gambling in Japan and my Boss called me into his office in Shinjuku.

I was sure he would fire me but instead he said he knew a way I could repay my debts.

I was relieved but nervous however I agreed to do what he told me as it seemed harmless enough.

He knew I often went to a bar in Shinjuku Ni Chome dressed in my leathers and had occasionally been tied up by clients in the bar. He then gave me written instructions and a place and time.

I followed his instructions and on arriving at the bar stripped to my leather chaps and a thong and placed my bag on the bar.

The barman was obviously expecting me and smiled as he emptied the bag onto the bar in full view of the two other patrons. There were a set of handcuffs, lots of course hemp rope, a large butt plug, lubricant, some vicious looking nipple clamps, chains and weights, plus a blindfold and a note from my boss written in Japanese which I could not read.

I continued to follow the instructions I had been given while the barman read the note and shared a joke with his colleagues in Japanese.

I put on a leather collar clipped to which was the key to the handcuffs. I then blindfolded my eyes and clicked shut one of the steel cuffs on my wrist. I then reached behind my back found the other cuff and before I could back out of the deal I clicked it shut trapping both wrists behind my back.

I was now helpless with my wrists manacled behind my back and the only key that could release me dangling from the front of my collar. I sat still on the bar stool beginning to regret so willingly putting myself in this situation. I was semi naked and vulnerable. I felt hands brush my naked butt and sensed a man standing behind me. Suddenly he reached round and savagely squeezed my nipples and as I gasped and half turned he kissed me savagely.

Then I was left alone and if I said drink, a bear was held to my lips. I began to relax this was certainly a humiliating punishment but it wasn ' t that bad and I would come out debt free.

Suddenly the bar went quiet as a large group of men entered. My collar was grabbed and I was forced off my stool and made to stand. Many hands ran over my body undid my chaps and stripped of my thong leaving me now completely naked.

I felt the key being unclipped from my collar and was relieved as the cuffs were opened freeing my wrists.

My freedom however was short lived as I was forced across the bar and two men set to work roping my arms wrists and chest, within minutes I was tightly bound with the course hemp rope and unable to move a muscle.

The tight ropes thrust my hardened nipples out as I was dragged back a step and stood up straight, booted feet kicked my ankles apart. I now truly felt like a slave standing naked with my feet spread wide and every part of my body on display. Hands fondled my balls and invaded my arse, while others pinched and tortured my nipples.

Suddenly my blindfold was removed and I was looking into the face

Of an older Japanese man. His eyes were piercing as he looked straight through me and gently massaged my nipples. I struggled in my ropes as I looked around the bar which seemed to be full of his friends who looked to be delighted with my predicament and looking forward to the entertainment.

My new Master brought my nipples to hardness and then tightly clamped each in turn with small metal clamps from which a small bell hung making me gasp and shake in a futile attempt to dislodge them which only caused them to bite harder and tinkle. He smiled and drew me toward him crushing my clamped nipples against his chest as his hands roved over my naked butt, down my legs and then up probing my arse crack and pulling my cheeks apart with strong fingers.

I felt the tip of a lubed butt plug pushing against my anus and then steadily forcing its way deep inside me until my own sphincter muscles drew it in tight. This was being done by one of his friends as my Master stood before me holding me at arms length, smiling cruelly and flicking my nipple clamps sending wave of fire through my chest.

Again I struggled in my bonds but he just laughed and slapped my face. Then he kissed me and I responded while his friend adjusted the butt plug now stretching my arse. I had never felt more vulnerable but the game was just beginning. Three of his friends forced my bound torso backwards over a bar stool placed in the small of my back just above my naked buttocks. I was forced back until I was horizontal on my back and held up by three bar stools, one under my buttocks, one mid back between my roped elbows and one under my head.

Some of them held my shoulders down while others lifted and spread my legs, tying my ankles to two more stools which they spread wide and then sat on to secure them in place.

I burned with embarrassment at the way any of the men in the bar could now view my naked stretched and bound body, I was truly a slave with my arse also stretched and plugged waiting for my Master to determine my fate.

My Master kissed me gently on the lips and then trailed his fingers along my helpless body to my bound ankles before moving between my legs and moving right up until his cock was brushing against my balls and butt plug. I strained in my ropes as I looked around desperately for some one to save me from being fucked like a common pleasure slave for the amusement of my Masters friends.

He removed the butt plug and rammed his condom covered cock deeply into me and began to rhythmically fuck me. I tried to relax realising I could do nothing but endure this public humiliation when a large fat man forced my face to the side and then shoved his large condom covered cock into my mouth. While he fucked my face he kept the bells jingling by pulling on the chain linking my nipples.

They both seemed to come at the same time and were quickly replaced by others until they were all satisfied and returned to their drinks.

My Master kissed me, played with my nipples and then ordered one of his friends to suck me to hardness, after five minutes I was panting struggling and ready to come when my Master took from the barman a shot glass, as I came he collected most of my spunk in the glass to which he then added whiskey.

He ordered that my ankles be untied and I was stood up and forced to bend over the bar while the butt plug was reapplied and then taken to the centre of the room and forced to my knees. My arms and wrists were still securely bound and my head was held back by some one behind me, my mouth was forced open and my Master poured the come and whiskey down my throat while his friends clapped in time

This appeared to signal the end of the entertainment but rather than being released as I had hoped, I was thrust to the floor on my belly, my ankles were swiftly crossed and roped and drawn up to my bound wrists leaving me once again naked and helpless, this time hog tied on the floor.

From there on my Master and most of his friends ignored me all except the fat man who had forced me to suck him earlier when I was spread-eagled over the bar stools.

He had a cruel streak and watched me like a spider with a fly helpless before it. Each time he passed me on his way to the toilet he would unclamp my nipples causing the blood to flow and send waves of pain through my chest which just subsided in time for his return when he would reapply them and then check and tighten my wrist and ankle ropes to show me there was no way I could escape.

He would then lift me at my knees rocking me forward onto the nipple clamps which bit harder as they were crushed between me and the floor. He would fondle my cock and balls and remove and then force back into place the butt plug. He enjoyed having the use of a naked white slave which he could humiliate and torture at will.

After what seemed an age of this intermittent torture. My Master rose with his friends, he seemed to have lost interest in me and I hoped he would now release me so I could escape the attentions of the fat man. My heart rose as he ordered his men to free my ankles, I was stood up and walked to the bar forced to bend half over it while a collar and chain was put around my neck and fastened to the other side of the bar. This was more comfortable than the hog tie but my wrists and arms were still securely bound and I was still naked and unable to move to defend myself.

The master then removed the but plug and left with his friends all except for the fat man and his friend who eyed me and smiled from the other end of the bar.

Within minutes they had moved down to stand either side of me with their drinks while they spoke in Japanese to the barman after which his end of my chain was released and they took me to a corner where without untying me they put my chaps back on me and my small black loin cloth which just covered my cock and balls but left my arse completely naked. My sleeveless leather vest was then put on over my bound chest and left undone so any one could see I was securely roped.

I was then led out of the bar by these two men one in front tugging on the chain and one behind whipping my bare arse. They led me through the back streets in this manner for several blocks, revelling in the attention I and they received from drunken Japanese men who fondled my cock and balls and invaded my arse with their fingers, twice I was hauled into an alleyway and forced to suck a complete stranger. Finally we arrived at a sex shop in Ni Chome, they dragged me down the stairs and presented me to the proprietor, my arse by this time was pink with welts and the customers clapped and laughed at what ever explanation my captors gave them. I was then used as a model and many of the shops assortment of plugs clamps and whips were used on me by the proprietor and customers who came and went.

A saw horse padded on the top was then produced and I was flung along it on my chest and belly and tied down securely. My ankles were well spread and tied to the legs leaving me horizontal to the floor with both my mouth and arse at comfortable cock height.

While the customers looked on, the proprietor forced me to lick his flaccid condom covered cock to hardness before calling a customer to take his place at my head while he went to the other end and fucked me mercilessly. When he had finished my two captors each took their turn again before releasing me from the horse and leading me back into the street.

It was 2am and still warm on the street. My arms and wrists were still well roped and the little bells on the vicious nipple clamps tinkled as the two led me to a park which is a well known pick up point in Ni Chome.

In a darkish corner but near a side road they removed my leather vest and chaps and began finally to undo my ropes, as the ropes peeled off and the circulation returned. I rubbed my arms and revelled in the thought that my ordeal was finally over.

I should have known better, the fat man grabbed me from behind and forced my arms out in front of me while his friend deftly roped my wrists together again palm to palm and then cinched them tightly handcuff style. He the tied a longer rope to my secured wrists and threw it over the branch of a tree

As soon as I realised what they planned to do, I drew back and struggled but in vain as they both hauled on the free end of the rope lifting me completely off the ground and securing the rope to another branch leaving me suspended by my wrists with my toes just touching the cool grass.

The fat man now stood before me again smiling at my predicament. I aimed a kick at his balls but he just stepped aside and then caught my ankle and swiftly tied it to the trunk he then tied the other ankle out to another trunk and squeezed my now openly presented balls just hard enough to ensure I understood the vulnerability of my position.

I watched them gather my chaps and vest into a bag and pull out a whip, a cock gag and a large butt plug and some other gear they bought at the sex shop. They then gagged me and inserted the lubricated plug up my arse.

The fat one then came around to the front of me and showed me a leather parachute arrangement which he proceeded to clip tightly around the top of my ball sack, hanging beneath the parachute was a ring to clip weights which he began to do one by one grinning at me as their combined weight pulled on the sack and forced my balls together as they stretched downwards

The sweat ran down my arms as the twin pains of the nipple clamps and my balls aching as the weights swung gently to and fro left me gurgling in to my gag as the two of them set about taking turns to whip me until my body was covered in pink welts. The fat man then hung the whip from my tortured balls before picking up the bag of my belongings and strolling off into the darkness.

I tried to cry out but could still only gurgle behind my gag and struggle as I saw shadows moving all around me, some of the inhabitants of the park moved in for their supper.

I felt rough hands sliding up the inside of my leg and probing the butt plug, a warm toothless mouth fastened onto my cock and began sucking. Despite my suffering my hips began to jerk rhythmically as I came in an anonymous mouth.

Hanging spread-eagled as I was it was not possible for them to rape me which was sure to be my fate once they had dispensed with the fore play.

I saw one of them begin to untie the rope suspending me above them but before he could undo the knots a car swept around the corner and two smartly dressed Japanese men got out and came toward me. My attackers melted back into the shadows leaving me hanging before these two men who proceeded to inspect my body in detail and at their leisure.

This they did with leather gloved hands which ran all over my presented body the tall one was younger although still around fifty and he lifted the weights pulling at my balls granting me instant relief and I groaned my appreciation only to have him study my eyes as he let them drop cruelly.

He spoke to the shorter older man who began to untie my ankles and once that was done undo the other rope which dropped me to the ground where I fell in a heap with the dirt clinging to my sweaty body and my hands still bound before me I was lifted to my feet and made to stand with my legs apart and my bound wrists over my head resting on the back of my neck.

The rope that had previously suspended me now ran down my back and the short man reached between my legs pulled hard to pull my wrists down my back and swiftly tied the rope off around my cock and balls above the parachute which swung and my balls ached each time he touched it. If I tugged at my wrists the rope just bit deeper into my arse crack and forced the but plug further up me as well as pulling on my balls and setting the parachute swinging again a quickly decided to stand very still.

My mind however was racing as I hoped they would take me away and not leave me like this as I realised that the minute they left, the park dwellers would return and I would be powerless to stop them taking me deep into the park where I would be quickly thrown to the ground, spread-eagled and repeatedly raped and or tortured for the rest of the night, then securely roped, gagged and hidden by day only to be brought back for the next nights entertainment.

My luck was in, a leash was attached to the parachute and a gentle tug sent a stab of pain thru my balls and sent me stumbling behind them to the limousine.

I was bundled into the back and forced to sit which immediately tightened the rope down my back pulling my wrists further down and the but plug further into me and tightening mercilessly about my cock and balls. My captors sat each side of me and idly toyed with the bell clamps on my tits or gently pulled the leash attached to the weighted parachute on my balls.

I was however somehow relieved to be sitting in a flash car with sophisticated if still cruel captors either side of me who clearly had plans for me which did not involve any form of freedom or clothing and then the tall one removed my gag, pulled me toward him and kissed me savagely. I returned his kiss and felt my nipples harden under their clamps and my cock stiffen.

I was uncomfortably bound, naked, covered in sweat and sitting in the back seat of a limousine between two immaculately dressed older Japanese masters

The car slowed and drove into a basement. Automatic doors silently opened and shut behind the limo which drew to a halt in the middle of a well lit parking area. The doors opened and I was pulled from the car and led to stairs which in turn led to a plush carpeted hall, obviously part of a hotel. They knocked on the door of a room and I was ushered in to a well lit, tiled, jailhouse with stainless steel manacles of every kind hanging from chains around the room.

My ropes were released, clamps removed, parachute removed, butt plug removed and for the first time since entering that fateful Shinjuku bar I was entirely free of restraints and implements of torture.

I was then ushered into the shower my arms were raised and stainless steel manacles clicked onto my wrists stretching my arms up toward the roof, the shower was turned on full and I luxuriated in the warm water cascading over my body as my jailer washed every part of my body including using a special nozzle with a phallus head that he used to pleasure and wash my insides.

He also kissed me passionately and having placed a condom on my cock sucked me until I came, before putting a condom on himself lowering the chains slightly while still keeping me completely at his mercy he fucked me as the water cascaded over us both.

A knock at the door heralded the return of my two captors and they supervised my jailers preparation of me for my next ordeal.

I was made to stand in the center of the room and strong leather cuffs were padlocked onto my wrists, ankles, upper arms and upper thighs once padlocked into position you could see that the welded D rings protruding from each meant that any Master could secure me in any position with the utmost ease.

Clearly my ordeal was going to continue but the commitment to safe sex gave you the feeling that while these people were merciless and dedicated to cruel and unusual sex you would emerge finally when they and they alone decided to release you to live another day.

My wrists were pulled out before me and padlocked together, my arms were lifted and wrists placed behind my neck and fastened to a D ring sewn into a soft but thick black collar which in turn was buckled around my neck.

Once again I was secured in such a way as to allow unrestricted access by fingers, implements or whips to every part of my body the dreaded parachute on my balls was attached to a leash meaning the slightest tug set the weights swinging

The other D rings were left alone as they concentrated on the refinements of clamping strong metal clamps to my nipples complete with bells and a connecting chain which they threaded through another D ring at the front of my collar so that any movement by my wrists or arms also tended to move the collar and tug viciously at my tits but there was no gag or butt plug which I mistakenly took as a good sign.

I was thus naked and so very vulnerable to any man within touching distance but nevertheless grateful to my captors who had rescued me from the park.

I was ushered into the hall and marched back to the stairs, the jolting action of going down the stairs tortured my nipples and balls mercilessly as any attempt to slow and ease the pain resulted in lashes across my naked butt and tugs to my leash causing me to jerk forward as I tried to avoid the pain.

Once again I was ushered into the Limo with my minders sitting either side, in contrast to my last ride I felt clean and fresh if apprehensive about my fate

The Limo travelled only a short distance through crowded main streets and I was grateful for the tinted windows, it then turned sharply into a side street and parked, my captors helped me out and immediately led me a few short steps into a concrete sky scraper and a lift where one of them used a card to gain access to the top floor some 25 stories up.

During the ride they massaged my cock back to hardness and removed the clamps playing my sore nipples back to hardness before re clamping them so that I was fully aroused when the lift doors opened and I was led out onto a roof top garden where a very posh party was in full swing.

It was dark every where with subdued low garden lights that allowed you to see where you were going but kept peoples faces more in shadow. I could see everyone was male, well dressed and in the main over 50, some in dinner suits and others in leather, with instruments of torture dangling from their belts.

I also noticed many wooden frames, stocks, whipping posts even stakes hammered in to the lawn far enough apart that a man could be spread-eagled and stretched face up or down according to the crowds desires.

I noticed that no one else was stripped and manacled like I was and from the hungry looks and fondling fingers touching my body it was clear I was to be the nights entertainment.

I was quickly hustled by a small crowd to the wooden frame, my wrists were freed and nipple clamps removed as willing hands hoisted me into the air and clipped my wrist cuffs to the chains hanging from the top corners of the frame. They the then unceremoniously dropped me leaving me hanging suspended by my wrists although many hands still lingered as the explored my displayed body. I kicked and struggled but my position was hopeless and I knew it.

I looked out over the sea of faces and saw a box like contraption being hauled toward me, a shaft protruded from the centre and on top of the shaft was a leather saddle and protruding in turn from the saddle was a thick 8 inch long condom covered dildo.

I watched fascinated as it was positioned directly below me. I tried to close my legs but loose chains had been fastened to both my ankle and thigh cuffs which while they were loose enough to allow me to pull myself up some distances by my arms I could not bring my legs together.

An electric motor in the box whirred into life and the dildo and saddle rose slowly up until with the guiding hands of willing volunteers, who also liberally applied lubricant, it was pushing at my anus

I struggled and squirmed lifting myself as soon as I felt it pushing me open, I had never had to take anything that big to date and pulled on my wrist chains which lifted me but still the saddle rose and was again pushing at my sphincter.

I could go no higher and resigned myself to the inevitable rape when with a cheer the machine stopped, the tip of the dildo was hard against my sphincter but not inside me.

I then realised that the real torture was to simply wait and as my arm muscles tired I would in effect rape myself. I determined to hold off but in the space of a few minutes found myself lowering and impaling myself on the dildo while some of the men clapped and others whipped my stretched torso.

Once I was fully impaled and sitting on the saddle it was lowered slightly to fully stretch my arms, my ankle chains were also adjusted pulling me down tighter and my thigh chains were tightened pulling my legs out further and ensuring nothing restricted the dildo from impaling me to the fullest extent.

Once again I heard the motor whirr into action and to my horror, this time it began to vibrate and move down and then back up pumping me with mechanical precision as my own cock stood proud and twitched with desire, despite, or perhaps because of, the helplessness and cruelty of my position.

I abandoned all attempts at self control, threw back my head and begged for mercy as I rode the sensation. I felt the whips thrashing my naked buttocks, chest, back and thighs. I felt a hand wanking me and as I came with a powerful spurt, I saw a dinner suited gentleman catch it in a shot glass.

My head slumped to my chest as I hung there while the saddle was lowered and the dildo withdrawn leaving me naked, stretched and available both inside and out.

Various members of the club, both obvious leather clad masters and dinner suited gentlemen now availed themselves of my body and tried out their toys. Different dildos both vibrating and still, carved ivory, stainless steel, leather and rubber were used on my arse and every variety of nipple torture was applied to my tits as I hung helpless before them. Every so often someone would apply their own whip and I would cry out with the pain.

Although my body weight was partially supported by the chains at my thighs my arms were aching from being stretched above me and I was grateful when some of the crowd decided they wanted to bring me down from the frame, which they did.

I was then hustled to another large frame where I was bent over a bar height adjusted to be just above my cock, so that my feet were standing flat on the ground when my ankles were pulled apart and shackled by chains at the bottom of the frame. My thighs were then also chained to the sides of the frame ensuring I had no freedom of movement for my legs and my arse was spread wide and available.

My wrist cuffs were then also chained to the sides of another frame some four feet in front of the other but this time at waist height. I was now bent over with my back horizontal to the ground with my arse presented and my arms stretched out to either side and slightly forward of my torso.

From the top centre of the forward frame a steel collar lined on the inside with soft leather was lowered on a chain, opened and then clicked shut around my neck it too was fixed at lower waist height and chains stretched to either side of the frame to hold it in place.

Once again I could not move a muscle and a small stiff leather topped stand was placed under my chin forcing me to keep my head and face up

Nipple clamps were re applied with the bells and a linking chain, the weight, and swinging of which, kept my nipples on fire. The weighted parachute was still dragging at my balls which also ached from this torture and the way my legs were stretched out to their fullest extent made my arse feel particularly open, empty and vulnerable.

It was becoming particularly clear to me also, why I was not gagged, apart from the fact that my cries 25 stories up in the open air served only to amuse my captors, it was obvious that the purpose of my current position of restraint, was to allow unhindered access to my arse and mouth, cock, balls, nipples and indeed all of my body for members to fuck or play with, torment or torture at their leisure.

Scatter cushions were thrown on the ground around and under me and men slowly began to gather, in couples and alone, drinking, laughing and while some sat around and under me, others began playing with my body.

The smell of the leather trousers now standing directly in front of me was intoxicating and as he held the zip out, I obediently attempted to lower it and open his fly. He had to assist me loosening the chain holding up my steel collar and removing the stand under my chin to allow me to move my head up and down and free his cock from the leather trousers, the job done his hard cock thrust out and he slid a condom over it and then slowly thrust himself down my throat as I felt another hard condom covered and well lubricated cock ramming up my arse.

I felt used and abused but the restraints were reasonably

comfortable and every now and then when my mouth wasn ' t

being used I was offered a drink and slated my thirst eagerly, sometimes it was beer and sometimes whiskey and often the small leather chin stand was replaced to force my head up and make me watch my tormentor preparing himself to face fuck or rape me.

Suddenly I felt my ball parachute and clamps being removed and my own cock and balls licked to hardness, a condom was applied and I bucked as I was sucked by someone who also flicked idly at my sore nipples, while some else applied a whip to my back and shoulders as he fucked me and yet another thrust hungrily in and out of my mouth.

This continued until the men tired of fucking me and drifted away to other parts of the roof top garden to admire the view or find each other.

One man however remained on a cushion close in front of me and kissed me passionately while reaching underneath

and pinching my nipples. I kissed him back and relaxed as much as I could given the vulnerability of my position.

When he stood up and offered me his condom covered cock I pleasured him long and hard and as I did he ran his hands along my out stretched arms and down my body stroking me all the time as he came in my mouth.

I desperately wanted him to buy me and take me home but he was pushed away by three leather clad rope masters carrying a bag of course hemp rope. They released me from my chains and dragged me back to the original four posts in the middle of the lawn where I was thrown on my back on the ground.

My wrists were then connected to chains at the bottom of the posts either side and pulled hard apart stretching my arms once again, however my ankles were then lifted and attached to chains much higher on the same two poles and anchored far apart.

This left my head and shoulders secured on the ground but the rest of my body hoisted and inverted, with my arse hole pointing directly into the air and my legs stretched wide apart to allow easy access to my arse, cock and balls.

The rope masters then set about tying and separating my balls with thin cord, leaving the skin stretched as my cock hardened and my balls were trapped stretched not only away from my cock but also separated.

They also set about tying ropes which at this point certainly were superfluous, that is at the wrists, ankles, thighs and above the elbow.

All were of multiple turns and each were finished with another rope forming a loop not dissimilar to the ring in my leather restraints, all of which seemed superfluous given the helplessness of my present bondage.

Another man appeared with a large wax candle some 12 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter, one end was flat with a wick protruding from he end and the other was carved in the shape of a very thick cock which ran straight for six inches and then narrowed considerably to 1 inch diameter before immediately going back to 2 inches.

I knew before the lubrication was applied that this was to be rammed down my arse and so it was, with my sphincter quickly tightening at the narrowest point, holding the candle vertically between my legs while invading and stretching my insides.

They lit the candle with much ceremony which drew the people back to the spectacle of a naked slave well secured being tortured and they subtly adjusted the chains on my ankles to ensure the hot molten wax dripped on to the stretched skin of my cock and balls or should I jerk hard in my bondage, it flicked on to my nipples.

I had a perfect view of my own torture. I could watch the candle burning lower and the molten wax burning harder as it continued to spill on my most sensitive organs without any ability to move or stop the torture. The club members loved it and clapped every drop as I tried desperately to avoid the pain.

This particular torture whilst started by the rope masters, was not all they had in mind and although it went on for nearly an hour until most of the audience drifted away, they waited patiently for my ordeal to end before releasing me from the chains and then tying me, using the afore mentioned ropes at ankle, wrist, thigh and upper arm.

They tied me savagely on a bridge over the artificial Carp pond, against poles, staked spread eagled on the lawn and dangling from the trees, utilising every rope they had and always rendering me utterly helpless and at the mercy of any one wanting to molest me.

When they finally released me, dawn was breaking, and while all of the cruel ropes were removed the leather cuffs were not and my hands were still chained behind my back as I was handed to the one man I had hoped would claim me, the man who had kissed and loved me so well, when I was chained for sucking and fucking simultaneously earlier in the night

He put a large silk robe on me which hid my nakedness and the fact that my wrists were padlocked together behind my back, gave me a pair of sandals for my feet and ushered me toward the lift. Once we reached the ground he gently took my elbow and ushered me to his car, he drove a short distance to his home and again ushered me up the stairs and into a sparsely furnished house.

He then removed the robe and the padlock leaving me free for the first time. I embraced my liberator and we showered together before going to bed in a large double bed completely free of any form of restraint for the first time. I was exhausted and slept very soundly.

I awoke to the feel of some one sucking my hard cock. It was my liberator and once again I was free of restraints. We passed a pleasant morning and I eagerly agreed when my liberator suggested we go to the beach.

When we arrived we parked and strolled over the dunes and down the beach and further away from the people toward a secluded little bay where the bush came right down almost to the waters edge, we both stripped and swam in the warm water.

My whip marks had faded and the warm salt water continued the healing process, we the lay in the sun until my liberator decided to go back for some drinks. I was too lazy to accompany him and lay naked basking in the sun as he dressed and trundled off.

I closed my eyes and dozed off until I thought I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me. I had no idea of the time but my rescuer had not returned. I stood to dress when three men surrounded me, they were roughly dressed and reminded me of the park dwellers.

I noticed one had a back pack as they all rushed me and threw me to the ground on my stomach. I tried to call for help but tape was swiftly wound around my head taping my mouth shut and my head was held down in the sand as one of the three sat on it.

I felt the familiar course hemp rope tightly binding my crossed wrists, then my upper arms were tied and the two were linked tightening all the ropes and forcing my crossed wrists well up my back.

I felt strong fingers invading my arse leaving me in no doubt about why I was being captured. I was then hauled to my feet and made to face my captors, they laughed at my helplessness as I shook in my bonds.

My feet were then kicked apart and one of them tightly tied my balls and attached a leash before leading me stumbling behind him into the bush. I felt the lash of birches on my exposed behind and back as the other two assisted my progress from behind.

I was led uphill for some 30 minutes and then we continued deeper and deeper into the bush. I cursed my own laziness which had cost me my new found freedom and resigned myself to looking for any chance to escape the clutches of these three.

Every two hours they would call a halt and get beers out of the back pack and rest, drinking heavily and always taking the opportunity to tie me in exposed and uncomfortable positions by hauling my wrists crossed behind my back into the air and to a branch above me.

This bent me over and placed my arse and mouth in good position to be abused as they had removed the tape from my mouth once they were satisfied we were deep enough into the bush for my cries not to be heard.

They then took turns fucking me and forcing me to suck them before continuing deeper into the bush where I knew escape would be impossible.

At night fall, long stakes were cut from the bush and hammered into the ground, my ropes were released but the three easily held me on the ground on my back and lashed my wrists and ankles tightly to each stake spread-eagling me on the ground.

They then sat around as they cooked their evening meal and passed around a whisky bottle until one of them rose and walked over to stand above me and looked down on my helpless form before squatting down at my head and offering me a drink from the bottle. I gulped a mouthful of the fiery liquid and choked but recognised the first sign of kindness from my captors. It was however short lived as the man looked above him and tested a thin willowy branch by pulling it down and watching it spring back up.

I also watched as he tied some rawhide to the branch and let it dangle, the end was lying coiled on my cock which twitched at the touch. He then sucked me to hardness, before winding the end of the rawhide around my balls at the same time pulling the branch downwards.

When he let go the branch sprang back upwards pulling hard on my balls. I tried to ease my discomfort by raising my loins as far as the tight ropes would allow but the branch simply sprang back further toward its original position, the effect was the same as the parachute creating a permanent pull on my trapped balls.

Satisfied with his handy work he wandered back to his companions leaving me stretched and uncomfortable as they settled down for the night I slept fitfully in my discomfort and dreamed of my short period of freedom before being wakened by one of them sucking hard on my cock which was responding well despite the discomfort in my balls.

Once he had finished the three released me, stood me up and began to re tie me for the days trek. A four foot long sapling roughly 4 inches in diameter and stripped of its bark was produced and thrust across my back just below my shoulder blades, my arms were pulled over the top and my wrists re tied by rope connecting them across my stomach.

This had the effect of forcing back my shoulders and pulling in my stomach where the course rope connected to the ties on each wrist. Further rope was used to tie my upper arms to the pole which had been cleverly notched to allow tight permanent bindings to hold the pole in place protruding about one foot either side of my shoulders, I could observe other notches at each end which would allow the pole to be tied between two trees trunks should they wish to immobilise their victim.

My ball tie was still in place as was the leash and in this manner my journey began again