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Collected by Djian
boys will be toys
by adrian hunter
Henry looked up from the camera and smiled at
Annie as she balanced dangerously on the broken
footstool.
"You were perfect, my sweet," he cooed. "If you
were a hooker, I'd pay you double."
She looked at the man with pleading eyes,
silently begging him to remove the pliers and
the foot-long dildo that were poised to cause
unimaginable horrors if she were to fall from
her precarious perch.
"Jack, get back down here," he yelled. "We must
drink to celebrate the completion of this epic
video."
The boy bounced down the basement stairs with a
goofy grin filling his face.
"Was I OK?" he asked.
"You were truly stupendous," Henry replied.
"We'll soon be the toast of the bondage
underground thanks to your performance."
Jack beamed as if he'd just won a gold medal in
the Olympics.
Annie sighed through her nose, her mouth still
filled by the inflated bladder of the pump gag.
While her captors were busy complimenting
themselves, she was desperately trying to avoid
falling off the footstool. Her nipples ached
from the pliers and her asshole twitched
involuntarily as the tip of the plastic
penetrator slid in and out of her rectum.
But the men paid no attention to her as they
began putting away the video equipment.
"I've got a case of Heineken upstairs," Jack
said as they packed up the last of the lights.
"Not for long," Henry replied as he made his
way upstairs.
"Don't worry," Jack said to Annie as he
followed his new friend up the basement steps.
"We'll probably want to film a sequel
tomorrow."
Annie felt the first waves of exhaustion wash
over her. She wasn't sure how much longer she
could retain her balance as she stood on the
five-inch heels strapped to her feet. The
leather catsuit laced tight to her body was
starting to get uncomfortably hot. And to top
things off, she had to pee, but her legs were
strapped together too tight to let her relieve
her bladder.
Two hours later, Annie heard the basement door
open.
Someone clomped down the stairs, obviously
drunk.
It was Henry.
"Hullo, mah li'l princess," he slurred.
"Jack's had one or two or three too many," he
said as he stumbled toward her.
"So I'm sure he won't mind if I fondle the
merchandise."
Annie didn't care what he did as long as he let
her down.
And he did.
When Henry unstrapped her legs, she couldn't
help unleashing a stream of piss that would
impress a racehorse.
"Ah, golden showers," he muttered. "Pity I went
upstairs."
He picked Annie up and threw her on a couch.
"Now, be a good girl and spread 'em for Uncle
Henry."
He just wants to fuck me, Annie thought to
herself as he struggled to unzip his pants.
Despite his drunken condition, his dick soon
stood at full attention.
He collapsed on top of her leather-clad body
and began pawing at her shaved pussy as he held
her still-bound wrists over her head.
Annie knew better than to struggle. Let him
have his fun, she thought to herself as he
entered her. She'd been through far worse
tonight, and was in no mood to be tied up
again.
It didn't take long for the man to finish his
work. He finally rolled off her and stumbled
wearily to his feet.
"Well, I bettah git 'ome," he muttered. "Thanks
f'reveryting."
To Annie's amazement, Henry pulled out his
wallet and handed her a $50 bill.
She sat still on the couch as she listened to
him stagger up the stairs, then smiled as she
heard the front door slam and a car pull out of
the driveway.
In his drunken state, he must have thought she
was a hooker.
It didn't take her very long to find the keys
to the padlocks holding the leather cuffs to
her wrists. Getting out of the discipline
helmet and the intricate catsuit was another
matter altogether, but she soon extricated
herself from their restrictive confines and put
on the running shorts and t-shirt she had worn
at the beginning of the evening.
Annie crept up the stairs in her bare feet
quiet as a cat. When she reached the top, she
opened the door gingerly, praying Jack wasn't
waiting on the other side with a coil of rope
and a bullwhip.
He wasn't. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen.
In the midnight gloom of the darkened kitchen,
Annie could see a door that obviously led
outside. All she had to do was slip across the
floor, open it, and then run like hell.
She actually started turning the knob when she
heard a strange sound coming from another room.
Annie froze.
Was it Jack?
All she could hear was the sound of her own
heart pounding in her chest.
There! She heard it again.
It sounded like . . .
Snoring.
She tiptoed out of the kitchen toward a
partly-opened door down the hall.
Trembling, she peered inside.
Jack lay sprawled out on a four-poster bed, a
half-consumed bottle of beer in his hand.
Annie looked around the room and spied Jack's
wallet on the bureau. She darted into the room
and grabbed it with trembling hands.
Inside she found several hundred dollars, which
she quickly slipped into the waistband of her
shorts.
Jack emitted another tremendous snore and
slopped more beer onto the bed.
Teenage wasteland, she told herself.
She turned to leave, then stopped.
A wicked idea crossed her mind.
No, no, no, she told herself. Enough already.
But the sweet smell of revenge overwhelmed her
urge to flee.
"Jack," she whispered.
No movement.
"You've been a very bad boy," she said, this
time a little louder.
Another loud snore.
"I'm going to tie you up now," she told him in
a normal tone of voice.
He stirred slightly, spilling the last of his
beer onto the sheets.
Annie broke into a huge grin.
This was going to be so much fun.
She went back down to the basement and
retrieved wrist, arm, ankle and thigh cuffs,
padlocks, several long lengths of chain, some
toys and a roll of duct tape.
It took her about half a minute to strip Jack
naked.
When she was sure he was still passed out, she
carefully cuffed his wrists and ankles, then
chained them to the posts of the bed.
As she began wrapping the leather bands around
his arms and thighs, Jack began to stir.
Uh, oh.
Annie worked fast to chain his limbs to the bed
frame so he was trapped in a strenuous
spread-eagle.
Jack came to his senses just as she stuffed his
underwear into his mouth and sealed it shut
with several pieces of tape.
"Guess who?" she said as his eyes popped open.
Annie gave his balls a hard squeeze.
Terror crossed his face as Jack thrashed wildly
on the bed, but the chains kept him from doing
much more than scraping the bedposts.
"Good morning, sunshine," she sang as she
flicked the tip of his manhood with her
fingernails. "Looks like we overslept."
Jack glared at her, then closed his eyes as she
began lightly slapping his hardening shaft.
"Oh, you like that?" she asked. "Hold that
thought."
She ran out to the kitchen and retrieved a tall
glass filled with water and ice cubes.
"I'll bet you'd like me to keep doing this,"
she said as she stroked him until she sensed
that he was on the verge of orgasm.
"I don't think so," she snarled as she dribbled
freezing water onto his throbbing dick until it
shriveled down to a tiny pud.
She repeated the sequence several times, but in
the end, the ice water inevitably did its
damage to Jack's erection, leaving him panting
and frustrated beyond his worse nightmares.
"Is this what boys call 'blue balls'?" Annie
asked sweetly.
Jack groaned as she started again, this time
with her mouth.
"You know, I hate getting a mouthful of hair
when I suck cock," she said as she rubbed an
ice cube against his overheated scrotum.
She got up and went into the bathroom. She
rummaged around for a few moments, then
returned holding a can of shaving cream and a
razor.
After pouring the remains of the water from the
glass on his crotch, she lathered him up and
began carefully removing every last vestige of
his pubic hair.
"Got any aftershave?" she piped up when she had
shaven him clean.
She found some on his bureau and poured it
liberally onto the bare skin around his cock.
Jack lurched up off the bed as if he'd been
given electroshock treatment.
"Ummm, you know what I'd like now?" Annie asked
as she climbed onto the bed, pulled down her
shorts and straddled Jack's rock-hard rod.
"I'd like to feel you inside me," she said as
she slid her pussy around his shaft.
"Oh . . . oh . . . that's great."
Annie ground her hips into Jack's pelvis and
rocked back and forth.
Jack arched his back to thrust himself deeper
into her tender folds.
Without warning, Annie suddenly slipped off the
bed.
"Well, I've had enough. How about you?"
Jack gasped through his nose as his engorged
member flapped stiffly in the air.
"Darn, we're all out of ice. Oh, look. A
candle."
Annie raised her eyebrows laviciously as she
bounced around the bed and picked up the
multicolor wax sculpture on the nightstand.
"Gotta light? Oh, good, here's some matches."
She clambered back onto the bed and held the
burning candle over his dick.
"Bombs away," she laughed as the first drops
splattered on his balls.
"Let's see if I can hit the tip . . .
bullseye!"
The hot wax sputtered as she poured it
liberally on his crotch.
"That's it . . . nice and tiny again," she said
as Jack's sac contracted to the size of a
walnut.
"Well, I'm bored with this game, but I'm sure I
can think of lots more," she told her captive
as he lay helplessly on the bed.
"I don't want you to get bored though, so I
brought Little Jack a playmate."
She showed him the same foot-long dildo which
had almost impaled her earlier in the evening.
"And I want to make sure they're inseparable,"
she continued as she picked up the roll of duct
tape and tore off a long strip.
Working quickly before he could get hard again,
she taped his limp shaft to the bottom of the
dildo, wrapping it tight against the plastic to
ensure it couldn't get erect.
She twisted it on to its fastest speed, then
thrust the vibrator deep into Jack's gaping
asshole so the head of his dick was pointing at
his feet.
"See you when the batteries run out," Annie
cackled as she pulled up her shorts and
flounced out of the room.
This was going to be so much fun, she told
herself as she sat at the kitchen table and
watched the sun rise.
Then she saw the Porsche parked in the
driveway.
She smiled broadly.
Then she laughed out loud when Panzer came
bounding into the room.
She imagined Jack hanging upside down in the
basement, his legs separated by a spreader bar
and a cinderblock dangling from his wrists.
His balls and his cock would be wrapped in thin
nylon cord that she would string through a hook
in the ceiling.
She would tie the biggest, juiciest bone she
could find to the other end and hang it a few
feet off the ground.
Maybe she should hold off on feeding the dog
today.
As she went to the cupboard to make herself a
cup of coffee, Annie realized that her new home
was a mess.
No problem.
Jack would look divine in her maid's uniform.
She just hoped the rubber would stretch far
enough.
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