26.2
“That’s not the way I remember it,” Jake replies calmly, and the rapid change in his mood has Frank even more on edge.
His arms are moving behind his back, as he no doubt tries to remove the bindings that he stands no chance of escaping from. I guess, in this escalating situation, he has to feel like he’s doing something.
“Chloe was gone for two days. She texted to tell us that she was with you, as you’d got on so well. Are you saying my sister was lying? Or are you lying?” Jake asks, sounding more dangerous at the end.
Frank shakes his head, looking around the room like he’s trying to find an escape plan. The room is empty, except for us.
“I-I… I’m not lying. I just… I didn’t want to talk to you about the intimate relationship I had with your sister. Nobody wants to hear about their sister's sex life.”
Hearing him say the word sex, like what happened was consensual, is like lava flooding my veins, and I have to bite my lower lip to stop myself from ruining the plan before we’ve even started.
Jake tenses beside me, no doubt feeling just as much rage as I am.
“What do you mean?” Jake grinds out.
“I didn’t want you to be mad at me for sleeping with your sister, even though I knew we didn’t have a future together. She was a nice girl, but I wouldn’t ever want to marry her, which is what your parents wanted, but we weren’t a good match.”
The lies fall out of his mouth in a rush, my nausea growing with each new thing he says.
“We both agreed we didn’t have a future, but we decided to have some fun together anyway.”
Seeing the way he tries to hide a smile as he says the word fun , it sends me over the edge.
Fuck the plan , I think as I stand up and punch him on the nose.
Blood spurts out as he cries out. “Fuck, what the?—”
I cut him off, squeezing his shoulder to get his attention.
“For every lie you tell me, I will hurt you. Now, let’s try again.”
Jake continues to ask Frank questions, and he carries on lying. So each time he tells a lie, I kick him, punch him, nip him, twist his arm…whatever form of pain I can think of .
Eventually, when Frank is a bloody, battered mess, sobbing uncontrollably, he begs for me to stop.
“Are you going to tell the truth? You have one final chance to answer Jacob’s questions honestly, or I’m moving on to the knife.”
I pull out my large carving knife, allowing the sharp blade to glisten under the harsh lights of the room. His eyes widen, fear glistening in amongst the tears.
“What happened between you and Chloe?” Jacob asks, sounding bored of repeating the same question over and over.
When Frank hesitates, I move my knife closer to him, which has him frantically telling me to stop.
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell the truth, but you won’t like it. Remember, you asked me to tell you this,” he starts, snot and tears flying everywhere as he blubbers.
“Get on with it,” Jacob snaps, his patience wearing thin.
“Chloe told me about her fantasy, and she asked me if I’d help her bring it to life. She said she’s always had a non-con kink, and so I drugged her and tied her up before having sex with her for the weekend. It was all her idea. I was just trying to help her live out her fantasy.”
As he talks, a red mist descends over me, and I struggle to remain calm. My heart is racing, and my blood is boiling.
As soon as he finishes, he looks at us, assessing whether we believe him.
Without hesitation, I stab the knife down into his thigh, causing him to scream and shout, thrashing against his binds. I kneel down, so that I’m face-to-face with him, waiting for the fucker to calm down enough.
Once his gaze is locked on mine, and I can see the fear in his eyes, I reach out and grab hold of the handle. As I speak, I turn the knife, rotating the blade as I remove it from his flesh at an agonisingly slow pace.
“You are a liar. We know what you did. You raped and tortured Chloe for two days, tormenting her and terrifying her. What you did almost destroyed her, and now we plan to return the favour. You will stay here for two whole days, and we’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.”
Jake stands and walks to my side, as Miles goes to unlock Frank’s bindings. He struggles against us, but he’s weak, and doesn’t stand a chance against the three of us. We move him over to the table that’s tucked into the back corner of the room.
Bending him over the table, we secure an ankle to each leg, his chest and cheek pressing against the cool surface. Miles pulls Frank’s hands over his head, and ties one to each of the legs on the opposite end, spreading him out like a starfish.
“What are you doing?” Frank asks frantically, trying to move around on the table.
Miles reaches over and secures a long belt over his lower back, pulling it tight enough that he can’t move any part of his body, which makes Frank panic more.
“What’s the matter? Does this position make you feel vulnerable?” I ask, taunting him.
He keeps quiet, other than his whimpers. I use my blade to slice through his boxers, exposing his pale arse to the world, which makes his eyes widen as he thrashes harder. When he starts to scream, Jake places a piece of duct tape over his lips.
“What about now?” I ask, chucking when he starts to cry.
Miles walks back over after gathering what we need from the bag in the corner, Jake’s eyes growing wide when he sees the very large dildo Miles is holding. It’s about eight inches long, and a decent girth too.
Miles hands the dildo to Jake, who looks just as startled as Frank, holding it like it’s a fucking bomb that might go off at any second. Miles chuckles at his expression, as he quickly runs out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a machine that he pushes in.
Jake leans down to Frank’s level, the dildo hovering between them almost comically.
“This is a fucking machine. We’re going to attach this dildo to it, and we’re going to sit back and watch it fuck you. We’re not going to use any lube, as we don’t want you to enjoy it too much. But we are going to make sure it fucks you until you love it.”
Frank tries to shake his head, muffled screams hitting the duct tape as he tries to protest, but they fall on deaf ears.
Miles preps the machine, putting a small amount of lube on the dildo that Frank doesn’t see, just so we don’t rip his arsehole open too early on. We want to make this last.
Miles looks between me and Jake once the machine is ready, grimacing. “Are you sure neither of you wants the honour?”
As I shake my head rapidly, Jake chuckles. “Fuck, no. Besides, we won, fair and square. We get to watch while you get your hands dirty…so to speak.”
I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing at the look of disgust on Miles’ face, needing to keep my stern mask in place for Frank.
When we came up with this plan, this moment right here has always been an issue. Although we all agreed it’s a suitable punishment, neither of us wanted to be the one to put the dildo in.
I still laugh whenever I remember the conversation we had, sitting around my kitchen table.
Jake laughs, the evil glint in his eyes twinkling as he approves of my suggestion.
“I think raping him with a massive fucking dildo for two days is the least he deserves. I’m sure we can even buy one of those fucking machines to make it easier.”
Miles’ eyes narrow on Jake, looking confused. “What’s a fucking machine?”
“Haven’t you ever seen porn where they attach a large dildo to this machine, which then does a kind of thrusting movement to fuck the girl? You can change speeds, vary between going slow then fast, you can even control how deep the damn thing goes,” Jake explains.
“You clearly watch too much porn,” Miles retorts. “Besides, where the hell would we get one in real life? I’m guessing you can’t buy them on Amazon?”
“I suspect it’s more of a specialist purchase,” I add, after I’ve taken a sip of my beer, pleased the guys have taken my suggestion and ran with it.
“Fine,” Miles snaps. “Say we manage to get this weird sex machine… Then what? Someone still has to… You know?”
Jake’s brow lifts in question. “Has to, what?”
Miles groans, and I can’t help but chuckle. I think I know what he’s trying to say, but it seems to be annoying him enough that I’d rather watch this play out than help him.
“Someone has to put the damn thing in his arse,” Miles groans, running his fingers through his hair as he takes a drink of his beer.
“Not it!” Jake shouts, slamming his Coke can down.
We offered not to drink beer in front of him, but he refused, saying he’d be fine. He wants things to be as normal as possible, so we reluctantly agreed.
“You can’t fucking call it like that. We’re not teenagers any more,” Miles snaps at him.
They both turn to look at me, hoping I’ll act as peacekeeper, but I just take another swig from my bottle.
“None of us wants to do it, but one of us will have to. Besides, the touching will be minimal. It’s not like we’re going to prep the guy.”
Miles chokes on the mouthful of beer he’d just taken, slapping his hand over his mouth, so he doesn’t spit it everywhere.
“Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about prep,” he blurts out.
Jake leans towards Miles, their gaze fixed on each other as Jake says, “You should always think about prep when you’re going to fuck someone’s arse. You’d want it to be pleasurable, wouldn’t you? ”
Miles gulps, and the tension in the air quickly grows. I look between them, not entirely sure what I’m witnessing, but it feels like something I shouldn’t be a part of.
When neither of them says anything, I clear my throat awkwardly, and that’s enough for them to both spring apart, looking a little uncomfortable.
“We don’t want it to be pleasurable,” I say, just because the silence was becoming too fucking deafening.
“I know that,” Jake snaps, glaring at me.
“So, what? It’s just a case of parting the guy's cheeks and letting the machine do the rest?” Miles asks, and we both look to Jake, since he’s the one who knows the most about the machines.
Jake shrugs his shoulders.
“Honestly, I’ve got no fucking clue. Porn doesn’t really show a lot of the prep work. I’d assume we need to get him into position, hold his arse cheeks open, and then ease the head of the dildo in. Then the machine can do its job after. Getting the head in will be the hard bit.”
Me and Miles look at him with disbelief on our faces, and he flips us off.
“It’s common sense. I’ve fucked girls in the arse before, and getting the head in is always the hardest bit. Once it’s in, everything is fine after that. With this guy, it will be even tougher, as he’s not exactly going to be cooperative and do all the things we tell girls to do when we’re pushing in,” he adds.
I nod as I take another swig. “He’s right. Getting his arse to loosen up enough to let the head in isn’t going to be easy. If we were doing it to a girl for fun, we’d prep her fully, stretch her out with our fingers, and she’d do as we say when we tell her to push back against us and relax as we first enter. None of that counts here.”
“Thank fuck,” Miles says, breathing a sigh of relief. “I thought one of us was going to have to stretch his arsehole, and that did not appeal.”
“So you don’t like having your fingers in someone’s arse?” Jake asks, his tone much more flirty than it should be.
“Erm…I-I… I mean… I have, it’s just ? —”
I take pity on Miles trying to splutter out a response and cut him off.
“He just means he doesn’t want to do it on this fucker, not that he never has or wouldn’t. Now, shut the fuck up, stop annoying each other, and help me come up with a plan.
“If we rip this guys arsehole open too early, we won’t get as much satisfaction out of this. We need it to be pleasurable for him.”
“So we use lube,” Jake says with a shrug of his shoulders, before an evil smirk spreads across his face as he adds, “We just don’t tell him.”
“Someone still has to get the dildo into his arse though,” Miles adds, and we all grimace .
“I think, if it’s lubed up, the person could just spread his arse cheeks and push slowly, wiggling it around a bit if he tries to resist,” I state, looking between my friends.
“So, how do we decide who gets the honour?” Jake asks, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Let’s do it how we always do. We’ll play a round of poker. Losing hand has to do it,” I suggest, and both my friends agree. Though we’re all quick to point out that none of us actually want to do it.
After a very intense game, we’re ready to show our cards. Each of us slowly turns them over, and my heart is beating out of my chest. I don’t have the greatest hand, but I’m hoping it’s enough.
Once all of the cards are down, I breathe a sigh of relief as Miles groans loudly. I only just beat him, but it’s still a win.
“Motherfucker,” he snaps, slamming his hand down over the cards.
Jake chuckles. “Don’t worry. Think of this as a good thing. Learning how to be gentle as you fuck someone’s arse will come in useful in the future, I’m sure.”
Miles looks like he’s about to throw his bottle at Jake, so I cut in.
“So, we’re agreed on the plan?”
They both mutter their agreements, no matter how unhappy Miles is, and as we finish our drinks, we look forward to putting the plan in place.
I’m pulled out of my daydream by Miles swearing and chuntering under his breath. Just because Jake thought it would be funny, Miles is wearing a pair of bright yellow cleaning gloves as he parts Frank’s arse cheeks just enough for Jake to push the machine in closer.
When Frank feels the tip of the dildo at his hole, he freaks out even more, screaming into the tape, trying as much as he can to thrash around, even though he can’t move at all.
I kneel down beside his head, making sure he can see me through the tears that are streaming down his face, mingling with snot and sweat.
“Make sure you relax. It really does help if you push against the cock. It’ll slide in much easier. You don’t want us to rip your arse this early on.
“Even if you’re bleeding, the fuck machine will continue, it’ll just be fucking excruciating for you. So, do yourself a favour, be a good fucking whore and let the dick in.”
I make my voice as taunting as I can, knowing whatever he said to Chloe would have been so much worse.
Jake chuckles as he loudly says, “What a fucking cock whore, he’s letting the dick in. I bet he’s done this before.”
I open my eyes wide, making an exaggerated gesture just for Frank. “Is that true? Have you had a big dick in your arse before? Is that why you rape women, because secretly you wish you could fuck guys instead?”
Frank tries to shake his head, but the tip of the dildo must have finally breached his rim as he lets out a scream.
“Stop,” he mumbles beneath the tape. It’s the only word I can clearly make out.
“How many times did Chloe ask you to stop? How many times did you ignore her?” I snarl, watching as Jake moves the machine, pushing the dildo further into Frank, who groans.
“It’s in,” Miles announces.
“Now for the fun part,” I tell Frank, before nodding to Jake to turn on the machine.
It starts slowly, rocking back and forth, no more than an inch, letting him get used to the feeling of being stretched out, which is more than he deserves, but we have a plan.
Jake then increases the speed, adjusting the settings, so that the dildo now pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, hitting Frank deep. Each time it does, he’s pressed against the table, his dick getting squashed against the edge.
After a few minutes like this, we see the moment it stops being painful for Frank, and the dildo begins dragging over his prostate, giving him pleasure. His eyes widen and his cries of pain turn to whimpers of enjoyment, which was our plan all along.
“Are you enjoying this? Does it feel good having a cock deep in your arse?” I ask tauntingly.
“I bet his tiny dick is rock hard. The little cock slut clearly loves having his arse filled,” Jake adds.
Miles chuckles. “Now he finally knows what a real man’s dick feels like. I bet if we were to remove his gag, he’ll be begging for more.”
We deliberately set the machine so he’d enjoy it, but it’s not going fast enough or deep enough to get him off. It’s just touching his prostate, not massaging it the way he no doubt wants it to.
The company we bought the machine from gave us a lot of help with this, no matter how embarrassed the three of us were when we asked about how to use it.
“Shall we take the gag off?” Jake asks.
I lean in closer to Frank. “Listen to me, cockslut. If I take this gag off, and you complain once, I’ll replace the dildo you have now with one twice the size. Do I make myself clear? ”
Frank nods, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Miles’ brow raise in question. We don’t have a bigger dildo, but Frank doesn’t need to know that.
Jake reaches over and yanks the tape off, making sure it hurts. Frank screams before quickly clamping his mouth shut, biting on his lip as his eyes roll, and I know he’s trying to stop himself from making any noise.
“You don't need to keep quiet, cockslut. We want to hear how much you’re enjoying having your arse raped,” I taunt, a devilish smirk on my face.
“Tell us, does it feel good? Are you becoming a filthy whore for cock?” Jake asks, his voice just as mocking.
“Yes,” Frank whispers, making all three of us laugh.
“Is it making your little dick hard?” Miles asks.
Frank moans, closing his eyes as he gets lost in the sensations. “Yes, but it hurts as it’s trapped against the table. Will you…”
His words trail off, replaced by a loud groan when the machine hits a particularly deep part of him.
“Will we, what? What do you want, you dirty cock whore?” Jake snarls.
“To come,” he mutters, his cheeks flushing red as tears of shame trickle down his face.
All three of us start laughing, and he looks completely humiliated.
“Fuck, no. We’re not going to make this good for you. If you come, we want it to hurt, so you feel every drop of humiliation that Chloe felt when you forced her body to betray her,” I snarl, stepping away from him when my anger builds to the point I want to stab him again, ending our fun before it begins.
Instead, I take my seat again, watching with amusement as Miles turns up the power on the machine, while Jake taunts Frank mercilessly.
They degrade him, call him names, and mentally torment him over his reaction to being fucked.
It’s not long until he comes for the first time, his cock spurting against the table, as Frank cries with a mix of pleasure, pain, and shame.
Jake makes sure to point out that now he’s come, it can’t be rape. That he clearly enjoys it, since he blew his load everywhere, and Frank’s humiliation is there for all to see.
Still, we continue fucking him, the machine never letting up, even as he continues to come. After he’s blown his load for the fourth time, it’s too much for Frank, and he becomes almost incoherent. Screaming and begging for it to end, whilst admitting how much he loves it.
In the end, he willingly admits he’s a whore for cock, and he even offers to suck us off or let us fuck him, as long as we turn off the machine for a bit.
The more we laugh and taunt him, the more humiliated he gets, yet he doesn’t stop begging. All he can think about is getting us to turn off the machine.
When he comes for a fifth time, he actually blacks out for a moment. The intensity of the situation clearly became too much for him, and as I look at my friends, we’re all silently in agreement.
Miles slaps him around the face, bringing him back to consciousness, while Jake humiliates him further.
“Wow, you must really be a whore for cock. You love it so much you passed out from the intensity. Do you like the feeling of having your dirty hole stretched with a dick so much bigger than yours?”
“Yes,” Frank sobs.
“And if we bring a string of men in here and tell you to suck their cocks, what would you do?”
“I’d suck them off.”
Franks drops his gaze to the table, looking ashamed of himself, which only makes me smile.
“You’d swallow all their loads like a fucking dirty cum dumpster, wouldn’t you?” Jake laughs, sounding a little manic.
“Yes, I would.”
Miles kneels down beside Jake, making sure Frank can see him. “If we turn off the machine, will you beg for a real cock?”
“Yes, I’ll do anything,” he pleads, his eyes widening in hope.
“If you don’t, this punishment will seem like a walk in the fucking park. Do we make ourselves clear?” Miles’ tone takes on a threatening edge that has Frank agreeing instantly.
As Miles turns off the machine, not bothering to be gentle when he pulls the dildo out, Frank cries and thanks us relentlessly. Jake unties him from the table, making sure to leave one ankle connected, so he can’t move too far.
We leave him there, sobbing uncontrollably, his dick hard and covered in dried cum, his arsehole gaping in a way he won’t ever recover from, as tears stream down his face. He curls up into a ball on the floor as we walk towards the door.
“We’ll be back soon for more fun,” we tell him as we leave, his sobs growing louder before we slam the door behind us, locking him in.
I turn to my friends, who both have matching satisfied expressions.
“Well, that was a good day. I’m going home to my girl… I’ll see you in the morning.”