Evil (in legue with satan)

Christoph woke up, slowly, and with a terrible headache. He tried to open his eyes. His mouth was dry, he tasted something peculiar and his body was stiff as an ironing board. He looked around but didn't recognise the place he was in. This was not the way they had planed it. It was a white rectangular room with two bared windows. The wall was so thick that you only saw the sky and a roof through the gap. There was a metal door at the far side of the room, it had no handles. There were no furniture except for the four beds, his, the one at his right and two across the room, all of them occupied by sleeping men. He pulled the thin cover aside and sat up only to discover that he was completely naked. But that wasn't the only bolt from the blue. Somebody had pierced his nipples and taken the liberty of shaving all his hair off. He wondered why they'd changed the plan, he was confused. But somehow it didn't bother him that much. He stroked his chest carefully and let his fingers explore the sore nipples. His hand descended to his crotch, just as he suspected; it was totally bare. He lifted the duvet and sneaked a peek, without his pubic hair he looked like a young boy. If he hadn't such a headache he'd probably explored the sensation of his newly shaved skin. It was an unusual feeling; he touched himself and his morning glory. He laid a hand on his thigh, shaved and as free from hair as the rest of his body. The revelation made him pull the covers around him to hide his nakedness. With much dread his hand reached the top of his head. He'd let out a sigh of relief, he still had the hair on his head.

Oliver sat up in the other end of the room. His face was wrinkled and his eyes were red. "Thank God" he said. "I've been trying to wake you guys up for hours but you just keep on sleeping." His voice faded. Christoph tried to say something reassuring to the other man but the circumstances were unknown to him, he had no idea of what to say so he stayed quiet. He didn't feel entirely uncomfortable but a bizarre feeling crept up on him. He walked over to Oliver and noticed that he too had been shaved. He wore a pair of tight looking shorts in an ugly light green colour.
"What are you wearing? Hot-pants?" Christoph asked, giggling.
"They were on the table beside my bed. It was that or staying naked" he answered.
Christoph walked back to his bed and found a pair just like the bass player's. He held them out in front of him and estimated that they were a least two sizes too small. But he discovered that they were made of a soft and very stretchy material. He put them on, it beat being buck naked.

The other two started to wake up and Christoph went over to them and tried to get a hold of the situation. All of them had terrible hang-overs and were angry of the changed plot. Except Flake, who seemed okay with the change of plans. Oliver kept close to Christoph the whole time, a bit too close. He felt relived when Paul woke up and Oliver had someone else to rely on. They decided to examine the camera that was sweeping the room from the right hand corner and then they tried the door.

Till sipped the diet coke and watched the whole scene amusingly. An elephant wouldn't be able to move the door an inch, and neither would his band members. Eventually they found the letter and Paul read it out loud to the others. Their eyes widened in surprise. The letter didn't explain much, just enough to tickle their imagination and give a hint about the trouble they were in.

Till drank the last of the coke and choose clothes for the day. He wanted to look respectable but powerful when he met his little toys. Till put on a pair of black leather pants and a tank top, thinking that there was no use overdoing it. He'd saved the best for last, he tightly laced the heavy black leather boots. Till have had them polished and re-polished many times but they still weren't as shining as he liked them to. Till had extremely high standards but it was too late to cancel the whole thing on account of some stupid shoes. He picked up the thin, semi-long riding whip that he had picked out for that special occasion. He fingered the whip nervously and waited, impatiently. It took quiet some effort but Till swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled. He was quite exited and with anticipating steps he walked out of the room.

Christoph tugged at his tight pants. No matter how he tried, they just wouldn't fit. If he pulled them down they showed off large proportions of his ass and if he tugged them up his balls fell out on the side. For every second that went by Christoph got more and more bewildered. Why was he the only one that had gotten pierced? He touched his sore nipples cautiously. His mom would probably have a lot to say about that. He didn't realize that he had been a part of the plan in the first place. He thought he'd be the last one to be choosen. Well maybe except for Flake, but Flake would be preferred for his brains and his depraved mind. On the other hand, almost the whole band was there, they were only two men short...

Everything came to a halt when the door opened and Richard entered the room. "Stand next to the bed you were assigned to!" he shouted. No one moved. Paul stared with disbelieve at Richard, not moving a single limb. Flake was the first one to try to handle the situation. He thought that he might be able to negotiate an agreeable solution to all this. He wasn't stupid. Flake took a couple self-assertive steps towards Richard and smiled his most charming smile. He lifted his arms in a friendly gesture.

"Listen, I'm sure that we can..." BANG!

Richard hit him hard right across the face. Flake fell to the floor and bleed heavily from his nose. Mayhem broke loose as the rest of them quickly shuffled to get to their beds. Except for Christoph, who knelt besides Flake and tried to stop the bleeding. Richard pulled Christoph's arm behind his back and yanked him to his bed. Then he went back to Flake and grabbed him heartlessly by his feet and dragged him to the last empty bed. Flake screamed and kicked. Richard left Flake bleeding on the floor besides the bed and walked over to the drummer.

"Hands up front and legs spread apart" Richard instructed.

Christoph looked at Paul for support but obeyed. Paul looked just as surprised as the rest of the guys. This made Christoph feel like all hope were lost. Richard went outside and came back with a cart that was filled with odd equipment. He took out a pair of handcuffs and locked Christoph's hands and punched him hard in the stomach which made him bend over. He caved, let all false pride go and grunted loudly in pain. Richard put a pair of shackles on Christoph's feet and with a short chain he connected them to the handcuffs. Even though Christoph cooperated, the evil guitarist treated him roughly and with unnecessary force. Something was put into his mouth, it looked like a small bright red baseball with leather straps attached to it. The straps were tied hard and tight behind his head.

Then the rest of the group were chained and gagged in the same way and they were forced to stand in line. They were ordered to start walking. Christoph was scared stiff and felt more vulnerable than ever as his panic grew with every step they took. Richard kept on pushing him hard in his back and shouting at him even though he did his best to keep up with the others. His hot-pants, which fitted badly, slipped up in the front and the chain made him stumble forward when he tried to adjust them.

They got to a windowless room and where placed in a straight line with Christoph on the end. He tried to swallow but the saliva got on the red ball and started to drip down his chin. He had another problem too, as if all that wasn't enough. What ever they had done to remove all his body hair had made his sensitive skin explode with irritation. He had rashes all over and it itched like hell.

"Listen carefully you maggots because I will say this only once" Richard waved his nightstick in front of them. "You will behave. Do not move. Do not make a single sound. Stand completely still. You will not look Master in the eyes because you're not worthy, you rats. You do nothing, absolutely nothing, unless you're told so! And if, and I stress the word if, you get the honour of being spoken to you will be polite and always answer yes, Master or no Master. You will obey without questioning and you will do it with great joy and pleasure! UNDERSTOOD?"

Cristoph supposed that it was a rhetorical question because he surely couldn't answer with that thing in his mouth, he could barely hum. He's jaws were aching, they weren't used to be opened so wide for such a long time.

Flake knew that he was supposed to be scared but he was too tired to feel anything but pain. He hoped that what ever was going to happen it would be over quickly. If his body had ached before, it was noting compared to this. It felt like his entire body were falling to pieces and his headache got worse from the heat and all the shouting. Richard walked back and forth, looking them over one at the time.

Richard started to shout again. "Feet apart! Chest out! Stomach in! Eyes in the front". This time everyone obeyed and did as they were told. When Richard had got the group in the right position he went away.

Till stood outside the room and squeezed the whip nervously. He had made Richard crazy the last couple of weeks in his relentless attempts to rehears the whole thing. But no matter how much Till had prepared he couldn't control the other men's part of the game. Till hoped that everything would go just fine. After all, he had just one shot, no chance for a do over. Till's hands were sweaty and his senses were tingling. Till looked at Richard for support. He couldn't help but getting turned on by the guitarist at his side. Richard with his dark and short hair, kind of spiky and his intense blue eyes, sweet smile and a boyish charm that most women fell for. Just tall enough and he liked to show off his well shaped upper body, wearing only his black army kakis and the boots that Till had given him. Richard was sweating a bit in the heat which made his skin glistening. He smiled back at Till. Unfortunately this made Till even more nervous so he fixated the door with his eyes, trying to gain control of his breathing. The door opened and Richard escorted Till graciously into the room. Till took a deep breath and put on a stern face.

Oliver couldn't help himself but he had to take a glance at their Master. He sneaked a peek at his groin and the outline of the large dick. He looked further down at the black boots. Then he saw the whip that hang by Till's side. Oliver was sure that he was going to put that one to good use. Oliver felt almost like laughing. If he hadn't been so tired the whole situation would have been pretty funny. Kidnapped and imprisoned to be used sexually by his band mates, quite fun, but at that moment mostly disturbing. He looked tiredly at the whip and started to sway slightly. He had to concentrate to keep his eyes open. He found himself staring at Till's whip but corrected himself to look out in midair instead. He stood as the last person to the left in the line, trying to breathe easily and calmly though panic threatened to take over.

Not even a minute had passed and Christoph was already in trouble. The ball made him choke a couple of times, drool ran down his chin and dripped on to his chest. The other guy's chins glistened from drool too but Christoph's coughing made it worse for him. He did his best to stand straight and blend in. He wouldn't be able to hold that position for long. He sucked his stomach in as good as he could but it was just a matter of seconds before it would pop back out like a Jack in the box. For the first time in his life he prayed to a higher power but he knew that he was damned. He thought about how much they must have enjoyed planning this.

He wanted to yell and shout, to tell his Master how unfair this was but he knew that it would just make his situation worse. The drummer knew that the cruel man must have prepared this for weeks, maybe even moths. Christoph couldn't see what he was doing but he got goose bumps all over when he heard Till's loud steps came closer, fast. Till placed the whip under his chin and forced him to turn his face up. He avoided him, knowing that he wasn't supposed to look Till in the eyes. Till looked up and down Christoph's exposed body, along with the rest of the men in the room. Christoph blushed hard, all the way up to his hairline. He took a couple of deep breaths but it made his stomach muscles relax. He hurriedly sucked his stomach back in but it was too late. He swallowed hard and quivered of shame when Masters mean eyes caught his.

"It looks like this one can't understand a simple command like holding in his stomach" Till spoke with an exaggeratedly soft voice. But at the same time it was filled with such coldness that it sent chills down Christoph's spine. "I think I found someone on whom I can demonstrate why it is necessary to obey orders".

Christoph wanted to explain but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a lot of saliva, making his chest even more slippery. He wanted the floor to dissolve from underneath him and swallow him like a black hole. His Master looked right through him. He had lost.

Till lifted the whip and lashed his groin. Christoph shifted rapidly when the cold leather hit his leg and nudged his right ball. It stung like hell. Five more fast strokes hit the same spot and it was enough to make him scream behind his gag. The sharp pain made his eyes water. Once again, he met his Master's pityless eyes.

"More failures" Till concluded coldly and struck the whip again. Throbbing heat spread through Chritoph, a pleasant sort of heat that focused on his cock. He felt it grow even harder. He looked around the room and saw the rest of the group look at him. Christoph watched his Master, trying to decipher his feelings but he couldn't make out anything from that stone cold face.

Richard unlocked the shackles and took away the drool drenched ball. Christoph rubbed his aching wrists and wiped the saliva off his chin with the back of his hand. He looked straight ahead, well aware of the fact that his hard cock pressed at the fabric of the hot-pants, making it look like a small tent. He pulled himself together and decided not to make another mistake. In the eyes of his Master, he was nothing, not a man, not even a person. Richard pushed him to the middle of the room. Christoph blushed again or maybe he hadn't stopped blushing. All eyes were at him and his hard on. He stood quietly and looked down at an invisible spot besides Till. He worried about what was going to happen. Till poked him in the stomach with the handle of the whip, the gesture was full of disgust as if Till in fact didn't want to touch him. "Off with the pants" He hesitated, everyone would see his penis. Till used the whip, he hit the same spot again. It hurt so much. He tried to back away but the strikes grew harder when he did. He pulled the pants down and they fell to the floor. He didn't dare to move. His dick and, by far, the most excellent hard on he'd ever had, pointed upwards at Till.

Till circled around Christoph and looked at him as an artist would admire his canvas. "Terrible, absolutely terrible" Till mumbled and poked Christoph's cock with the whip. The nudges made it sway a bit. He shivered of lust when the whip fondled the side of his dick, up and down in a laid-back pace. It felt good. The drummer enjoyed the sensation of the black leather against his sensitive skin. Christoph closed his eyes and let out a sigh. The stoking stopped immediately which made him open his eyes in surprise. Then he realized that he'd let the others know he got pleasure from the whip. He turned his eyes down in shame then he looked at the man who were the cause of all this. He wasn't going to give the mastermind of this plot the pleasure of seeing him come. Master looked content, like a cat that just caught a mouse. He hated Master!

"Oops I almost forgot" Till said, amused,"your punishment!" He smiled an arrogant smile and pointed to the waist-high table mads of steel, in the left hand corner of the room. "Bend over and hurry up!" Christoph hurried and did as he was told. It wasn't easy, his hard cock got in the way but he didn't complain about it. "This hopeless excuse for a man..." Till paused to make sure that everyone paid attention "will serve as a warning to you all. This is just a small example of what will happen if you don't do as you are told. What happens if you're not a good boy! And if the rest of you are smart, you will not give Master a reason to punish you. And remember this is just a sample of what might happen. I'll leave the rest for you to dream about, dream's can be so rewarding, can't they?" Till winked and batted his eyelashes. "We should have started with a spanking but I don't want to touch his revolting ass so I'll begin with a whipping instead" Till smiled meanly. "Thirty lashes ... to start with"

Christoph squealed but no one heard and that was just as well. He'd probably get thirty more for that kind of misbehaviour. "And, my little dear, you will count them out loud and thank your Master after each one of them, begging for the next one. If you loose your count or skip a number I will start from the top and do it all over again. Capise?" Christoph could not comprehend the extent of their meanness. He wanted to punch the bastard right in the face but he stayed still and nodded, showing that he understood. He had not forgotten Richard and what he'd done to Flake with his nightstick. "Do you understand?" Christoph hesitated for a second. He heard the sound of the whip through the air before it hit his right buttock with a clear "clatch". Christoph snorted from the pain and answered with a small "yes". The first thing that was heard was the whining sound of the whip and then the short, cracking sound of the actual hit and at last there was Christoph's long, harsh groan. Three completely different sounds that fitted so well together in a sequence.

The cold and hard surface of the table was very uncomfortable and the height caused his toes to barely touch the floor. His throbbing cock was squashed against his stomach and hurt each time Christoph jerked under the whip. He felt the other's eyes on his bare skin, getting beaten by Till in front of the whole group was a nightmare. Till coughed like he was waiting for something. Christoph tried to remember if ha had done something wrong but couldn't think of anything. "Yes?" Till repeated but Christoph didn't know what Till wanted or what kind of answer that was required. He stayed quiet, afraid of making another mistake. Another hit. Christoph cried out and helplessly took four more blows before he was informed about his mistake. He'd forgotten to say Master. The correct way of answering would have been "Yes, Master". Seven lashes and he were already out of his mind. Due to his mistake there would be thirty more. He could never take that much.

Oliver watched Christoph lying naked with his ass up in the air. He felt sorry for him. At the same time he noticed that Master seemed aroused from degrading his drummer and he got more and more excited. Till used the whip eagerly.

"Nineteen, thank you master, I humbly request for another one?" Clatch!
"Twenty, thank you master, I humbly request for another one?" Clatch!
"Twentyone, thank you master, I humbly request for another one?" Clatch!

Christoph's ass was red and hot, it stung but as he got number, it changed to an agreeable kind of tingle. His cock throbbed, he was so horny and pre-cum glistered on the top. He rubbed him self off on the flat surface and he no longer cared if the others watched him. He had big problems counting. The disgrace in having to beg for the next hit, a hit he did not want, made his thoughts even more disoriented. But some how he managed to count all thirty lashes correctly. He felt proud and humiliated at the same time. He had moaned, groaned and jerked against the table, begged for more. They had all seen what he had done. He panted hard, since he had not been told to get up, he stayed put. His ass and his groin was hot from the beating but otherwise he was cold. Christoph had never been more turned on in his whole life.

Till distributed the final blow and gave the poor drummer some credit. Till's cock ached with lust, he was rock hard. He flexed his muscles a couple of times, he had to concentrate to stay focused on his task. There were a lot of chores to be done until Till could think about his own pleasure. Till examined his work. Christoph's ass was scarlet and swollen. He still made jerking movements against the steel. He obviously enjoyed the treatment and was close to release. Till left Christoph in his misery and looked over at the other men who stood neatly in line the way Richard had left them. Till looked for signs of excitement; who had a hard on? He estimated that most of them had.

Till lingered his eyes on Oliver. He had a beautiful hard on, he tried to conceal it by cupping his hands in front of his groin. His stomach muscles were tens and his chest rose and sank in almost too precise movements, probably because he was nervous. He tried to control his heartbeats and every breath was taken with extreme consciousness. He wouldn't want to be the next man to get punished. Till couldn't stop himself from teasing Oliver. With heavy steps, he went straight up to him and stopped within sniffing distance. The bass player was a good boy and kept on looking straight forward, ignoring the large singer.

Then Till turned to Paul, who stood next in line, and he could have sworn that Oliver sighed with relief. "Are you ready?" Till asked Paul who surely didn't want the attention. Paul's eyes were locked at the floor. "Yes" he said with a small voice. "You said what?" Till looked sternly at him. "Yes ... Sir" he added the last word in the nick of time. He assumed that he had got away with it because Master showed no signs of being displeased. "Untie this one... and that one" Till pointed at Oliver and Paul, both of them looked totally terrified. Richard freed Paul but locked Oliver's arms behind his back. Oliver gave the guitarist an angry look. He blushed as his hard on could be seen by everyone. He had no idea of what Master was about to do next. The light green fabric was stretched to the max, struggling to keep him inside. Oliver wasn't just good looking, he was also very well equipped, with a nice dick on a nice body. Till sat down on his heels behind him which made Oliver extremely uneasy. Till pulled the pants down and reviled his dick to the entire room.

Master addressed Paul, who flicked with fear and wondered what had he done wrong. Till took the red ball out of Paul's mouth and his voice sounded strange when he answered: "Yes Master?" Till stoked the soiled whip over Paul's taunt body, put his hand on Paul's head and pressed a bit. He got the picture and got down on his knees.

"Paul, sweetie," Master bent down and whispered softly in his ear, "be an angel and jerk Oliver off until he come all over your face. You have exactly ten minutes to get it done". What kind of demand was that? Paul looked around like he wanted support from the others. But there was none to find anywhere. "If you fail you can expect forty lashes with a REAL whip, not this toy". Till swung the whip around for a bit to underline the words.

Paul's mouth felt dry as he crawled towards the bass player. Paul reached for the other man's dick and Oliver tried to get away but Paul caught him without any effort. Oliver's dick looked even bigger up close and he stroked the shaft with great fascination. "Don't touch me you fucking asshole!" Oliver shouted behind the red little ball but it came out mostly like an inaudible kind of slur. He pulled his chains but the only thing that accomplished was a lot of noise and he tangled his foot up tightly.

Paul realized that time was ticking and he encircled the dick in front of him. Oliver could only stand there and receive the handling. He didn't have to look down to know that his dickhead was glistening with pre-cum as a result of the man's delightful touch. Paul poked out his tongue and without a second thought he licked the whole shaft, from the bottom to the top. Oliver let out a moan behind the gag.

Clatch! Till whipped Paul over his back. " I said jerk off. You did not have permission to do anything else, you damned excuse for a man! You are worthless! You will be punished for this later but I'll give you ten lashes, to start with." Till hit ten times quickly, five on each butt cheek while Paul continued to jerk Oliver off.

"Six minutes left" Richard called. Paul realized that he had lost a lot of precious time and started to jerk Oliver's cock with such frenzy that he almost hurt him.

Christoph estimated that they wouldn't complete their assignment in time and he really hoped for them to fail. It would give Master less time to punish him. But he couldn't have been more wrong.

Till opened a closet on the right wall and exposed shelf upon shelf with all kinds of dildos, with or without vibrators, strap-ons, plenty of different kind of bottles, lubricants, butt plugs and strange looking packages. Till looked especially forward to use a little thing that he'd ordered on the internet called the Manhandler. It was a hefty black rod with a solid handle that he would be able to use in many ways. But now wasn't the right time for that. Instead Till took out a dildo, a bit larger than a normal sized cock.

He shut the closet and marched over to Christoph, who was busy watching Paul jerk Oliver off. He didn't notice what was going down. Till used the handle of the whip to spread the drummer's cheeks and revel his entering. Christoph flinched, he had hardly noticed that Till stood behind him. Without even considering using lube, Till pushed the dildo in. Christoph let out a long groan. Master had expected a scream or something more than a groan but when it didn't happen Till just stood there, waiting.

"Three minutes to go" Richard announced. Nobody cared; their sympathy was with poor Christoph, who was completely still. He didn't dare to breath. The thing in his ass was large and filled him up, stretched him so much it hurt and every time he moved it felt even bigger. Till hit the back of his thighs and the sting from the leather made his muscles squeeze involuntary around the dildo. The contraction made it wiggle a bit, stretching him even more. It felt kind of good. Till hit him again. Three lashes in a row and he sighed loudly. Till wiggled the latex dick around for a bit, pulled it out and then, with force, back in again. Christoph moaned. "It seams like the little drummer boy likes it" Till said loudly and looked over at Richard. Christoph suddenly got conscious about the fact that there where other people in the room. The dildo had been occupying his mind and made him forget about the rest of the band.

"One minute" Richard declared. Oliver was close to the edge and held back as much and hard as he could. He would not give Master the satisfaction of seeing him come. Oliver decided that he'd hate the guitarist from that moment on. The hand that jerked him off got more and more eager, Paul knew that Oliver was about to come and that his climax would save Paul from a lot of pain. Oliver heard the sound of Till's heavy boots getting close. He felt his balls tightening.

"Twenty seconds" Football! Dog food! Nose hairs! Oliver thought of boring stuff and it helped a bit. Paul sweated heavily and jerked off in panic. Come on let go for God's sake! He let Oliver's balls loose and used both his hands on the cock.

"Five seconds" They were so close now. Paul was supposed to take it on his face, he moved in close and blew a small steam of air on the sensitive head. It was all too much for Oliver, he couldn't hold back any longer and Paul closed his eyes when the semen pumped out all over his face. Master watched the cum that dripped from the guitarist's face, down on the floor.

Till looked at Oliver who insisted to stare at the floor. "How about that.... Getting of by older men, are we? Never thought that about you" Till's sweet and stubborn smile made Oliver barking mad. This was so unfair, they just did this to him because he was the youngest. Why didn't they pick on one of the older guys? He stared at the floor. Unfair! He pulled and pushed his shackles and cussed at Master, damning him. But the red ball stopped him from getting the message across. Till's smile grew wider as he grabbed Oliver's jaw and looked him sternly in the eyes, Till said: "I'm sure you're disappointed that you didn't get to taste his cock, but there will be plenty of time for that later." Till grabbed Oliver by his limp dick and forced him out the door. "One down and three to go" proclaimed Till with much gratification.

"Well?" Till asked Richard. "Negative. One second passed the given time". Till smiled wickedly and turned to Paul, who was stunned. A single second, he couldn't believe it; he had done it in time. His Master lied. But he couldn't prove it. He'd better not say anything. "Paul, you do know what this means?" Till asked and Paul nodded slowly. He tried to wipe the cum off his face but Till stopped him and commanded Paul to lick up the semen that had gotten on the floor. Paul's humiliation knew no boundaries but he complied and he lapped the wet floor like a dog. "You missed a spot" Master put the heel of the heavy boot in Paul's neck and pushed downwards, making him lick it up to the last drop.

Till told Christoph to get off the table; "Come here". Christoph waggled slowly towards Till. It felt really strange to walk with the thing up his butt, it felt even bigger and it rubbed his most sensitive spot. "Now, fuck yourself!" "What ..." "Shut up! I gave you an order you worthless little ant!"

Till started to loose his temper and looked angrily at Christoph, who submitted but with great hesitation. Till gave him a couple of lashes across the back to make him hurry. Christoph fucked himself with the fake dick. He couldn't resist the urge to jerk off, he needed so badly to come. It felt good. He closed his eyes and fucked himself harder.

Flake, who stood just watching, ached from his motionless position. The chain made him lean slightly forward and the ball in his mouth hurt. He couldn't complain to his Master but Master must have known. He touched Flake's cheek tenderly and unlocked his hands which enabled him to stand up straight. He flexed his back and rolled his neck. His muscles were tight, but not as hard as his dick. Master looked at him and nodded an okay, he was allowed to enjoy. Flake's hand moved up and down his length. Flake had been so close to orgasm when Till approached him. "You're a good little thing, aren't you?" Till removed the ball from Flake's mouth. "My job would be so much easier if all of you could be as good as Flake at taking orders." Till stated slowly. "But never mind I will break all of you in, don't you doubt that my little pets. I've dealt with worse trash than you and whipped them in to shape in no time, you just wait" Till pinched Flake's cheek and petted him like and old lady would. But Till wouldn't let Flake get way too easily so he slapped him hard. It left a red mark. Flake's hand moved faster, he worked swiftly. He needed to come before something else interrupted him. The minute he came he was pushed outside leaving the four men to their evil game.

"Two down, two to go!" Till counted his accomplishments. Master shouted at Christoph that he wasn't allowed to jerk off and for him to stop immediately. A second later the whip hit hard over Christoph's back but he was too horny to stop now, he was so close and it felt so good. He pushed the dildo deeper inside of him. In his mind, he picture his Master behind him, fucking him, ramming his large cock inside him, the Master's hands on his ass, on his dick, feeling the weight of his strong body. Till whipped his back mercilessly and Christoph's legs shook underneath him from the pain. Just a little more, his ball's tightened. "Take me harder! Please... fuck me!..." he mumbled under his breath and pushed the dildo in and out of his willing ass.

Till stopped the beating and kicked him instead. Christoph fell to the ground, panting like a dog, his side hurt from the kick but he kept on jerking off. Till bent down quickly and just as Christoph was ready to shoot his load Till pressed his thumb hard on the lower side of Christoph's cock, he twisted in frustration and tried to remove Till's thumb. He wanted to come but Till held on in a tight grip. Christoph almost cried out of disappointment as he felt his orgasm recline. Till told Richard to handcuff Christoph's hands behind his back. Master promised that he would take care of Christoph later. He would live to regret this for sure. But right now there were other things to deal with.

Richard opened another closet full of different straps, clamps, weights, clips and other strange stuff. He collected a box with a lot of handcuffs, the kind that cops use. Till looked kind of bored as he waited for Richard to finish his job with the equipment. Till scratched an eyebrow, straightened his clothes and looked maliciously at Christoph who stood in a corner, shivering, still with his dick hard and unable to cover himself up. He almost begged for a whipping. Till gave the whip to Richard and went over to the remaining member of the band.

Till stood before Paul and examined him up and down with a face of a connoisseur. Paul felt his proud shrinking under the scrutinising eyes of Till. He was ordered to turn around a couple of times with his hands behind his neck. Till probed his body with searching fingers, almost like he was examining him. Till was taller than Paul and the heavy boots made him even taller. Till looked down at him, his face was blank. He didn't smile nor did he look angry, he just stared. After a while of intense eye contact Paul had to look away. Till's firm hand touched his stomach. Paul was well aware of the fact that just an inch lower his dick stood hard and very unsatisfied. Paul knew that he should try to relax and try to ignore Till to make him move on. But instead he flexed his pecks and showed his body off. How could he ignore the imposing singer? Till took a step closer. Paul felt really small when Till's sinful eyes watched him and his hands touched Paul's body.

Till's hands slipped down and took a firm grip and stopped. Paul had closed his eyes to avoid Till's, but he opened them again, he wanted to see what made him stop. He found Till's eyes locked at his, staring with indifference. Till tilted his head to one side like if he tried to figure out exactly what he had in front of him. Then he tilted it to the other side. Paul felt like pray waiting for it's attacker to finish him off the second he let his guard down. Till dared him to meet his eyes. It didn't matter, Paul had already lost this game.

Suddenly Till's hands were on his back and his mouth moved against Paul's, he rubbed passed and left a hot trail of air on Paul's cheek. Till's tongue brushed alongside the edge of his ear before the singer quietly whispered: "Your body belongs to me now..." and then he withdrew. Till's hands slipped under the green pants and grabbed Paul's ass. A kiss was placed on his neck and Paul tilted his head backwards in pleasure, he sighed loudly and grasped for air. Till pressed his body against Paul's. Till teased him by carefully stroking over his crack but stopping just before his entrance. Paul was so turned on and he rubbed his solid cock against Till. Till's strong lips kissed his ear and whispered: "Mine, all mine and only mine..." His grip tightened and Paul gave up, it was worth it.

One of Till's hands felt down his back, touching his muscles, nails digging in to the skin and Till noticed with delight how this affected Paul who bit his lip and shivered with pleasure. But they weren't even close to that place where Paul would beg for him to fuck him. Paul felt the hand disappear but suppressed the urge to look at Till to see where it went. He didn't have to wonder for long. This time it closed around his chin, firmly, and forced him to turn his face towards Till and before he'd even have the time to blink Till kissed him.

The kiss made him dizzy, the way Till probed his mouth, he owned Paul. Just as fast as the kiss started it was over. Paul stood there looking like a fool with his taste in his mouth, he licked his lips and looked shyly at Till when he slipped the pants off his muscular legs. The giant singer stood before Paul, naked, except from the black leather boots.

Paul couldn't resist the urge to look down at Till's crotch and his enormous cock. It looked like it would be 15 cm and growing. Sweat glistened on his broad chest. "Does this turn you on?" he asked suddenly and looked directly at Paul. Paul didn't know what the correct answer would have been and rather unarticulated he let out a "What...?" Paul's thoughts were occupied with the image of Till's impressive cock. Without a word Till moved closer and pulled down the ugly, green pants and let Paul's cock out in the open.

"I asked you a question, but I can clearly see that it does so..." Till grabbed Paul's dick with his huge paw and moved slowly up and down.

Paul sighed as Till carefully brushed over him with his thumb and a delighted hum crossed his lips. He tilted his head and met Paul's eyes and as if Till had read his mind he took Paul's hand in his and placed it on his huge member. His cock was even bigger that Paul had imagined. "Touch it, feel it. Isn't it good?" he asked and increased the speed of his movements.

Paul turned his attention away from his own hard on, towards Till's throbbing cock that lay hardening in his hand. Paul caressed Till and it took him a second or two to realize that he grew even bigger under Paul's touch.

Till was so big and felt so good in his hand, Paul envisioned having him inside. Till suddenly bent forward and took Paul in is mouth. His lips kissed the guitarist's dickhead, Till's tongue nudged the place where the head meets the shaft and Paul shivered from pleasure. His tongue circled the head before he parted his lips and let Paul inside his hot mouth. Paul released the grip around Till's dick and sat down on the wooden bench by the wall behind him. The singer switched and got down on his knees in front of Paul. He parted his legs to give Till more space

Paul looked down and saw Till sit on the back of his heels with a big grin and his dick standing out like a huge pole. He took Paul's legs and at the same time pulling him down towards him, and he straightened himself. Paul knew what was coming, he tried to relax his muscles and mentally prepare. Till changed his grip and placed his hands on Paul's hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the bench. Paul leaned back as far as he could and at the same time he braced himself of the surface. There was nothing he could do but lift and part his legs.

Till lined himself up and placed his dickhead against Paul's opening, waiting for a bit. Sweat ran from Paul's stomach down to his groin. Till rubbed his head up and down a couple of times before slowly pushing for entrance. Paul grasped for air and tried not to scream. He was horny, afraid, turned on and terrified all at the same time. He wanted Till to stop. He wanted him to go on.

Paul pressed his hand down and pushed his body forward. Till met his movements and his dick got inside. Paul felt his muscles cramp but instead of waiting and giving them a chance to relax, Till pushed even harder. Paul couldn't control himself and he let out a scream. At that moment Till forced himself all the way in, burying his whole length inside of the guitarist. Paul felt Till's huge, fierce cock filling him up.

Till grunted loudly and Paul caught his eyes for a brief moment. He saw the huge singer smile blissfully. He placed his right hand on Paul's head and pulled him closer. Their lips met and tongues entwined. Till craved his mouth and claimed it for his own. Till pulled his cock slowly out of Paul, but not entirely, he went back inside again ands started to fuck him. The two men panted hard and Till's balls slammed against Paul's ass. He put his legs around Till's back and pulled him closer. Till smiled and Paul couldn't resist whispering in Till's ear:
"Fuck me, fuck me harder ... now"

He didn't have to wait long for Till's reaction, he immediately increases his pace. Paul feels like everything moved in slow-motion. He saw Till's upper body rock back and forth. Sweat appearing on his back and stomach. Paul's head was spinning and the only thing that stopped him from passing out in exhaustion was the lovely pain.

Paul grunted even louder and fell backwards towards the wall and grabbed his own dick. He jerked himself off in a hard and quick beat, getting closer fast. Paul's whole body was tightening and he howled: "I'm coming..."

He let everything go, his dick let out a long, drawn-out pulse of seed. He heard a low, murmuring grunt as Till shot his hot lava straight up Paul, pumping, grunting and panting, like it would never end. But finally he rolled his head back and fell on top of Paul.

Richard came up behind them and cleared his throat. Till took his time but eventually he turned to Richard and stated with a clear voice "I will be taking this one with me, he can be useful, later..." Till put his hand around Paul's neck and marched out of the room, pushing Paul in front of him. Paul didn't seem to take any notice that the drummer was left behind. Christoph wondered helplessly what was going to happen to him. But he could just stand there and watch Till and Paul disappear around a corner, the sound of their marching feet fading away. Four down, two to go.

Christoph looked at the hot-pants in front of him, lying on the floor. At first he had placed him self so he faced the wall but he'd turned around again pretty soon because he wanted to see what was going on in the room. He pulled his shackles once in a while, his hard on was aching and his ass was throbbing. The only thing he felt he could control was his muscles. He squeezed the dildo deep inside of him but that made him even harder. He certainly did not need that. It was a nice pain or at least it had been until Richard approached him with his hands full of clips. When he finished his work Christoph had clips all over his balls and a few fastened at the inside of his thighs. After a while the pain turned into a dull ache and it was almost bearable. It was very difficult to stand still, but when he moved he whished that he hadn't because the pain came back with greater force. He started to rock back and forth to try to ease the pain. He thought he was going to pass out from the pain and excitement.

Christoph twisted and turned nervously, he didn't want his back to the guitarist, he wanted to see what was going on. He realized how helpless he was. He couldn't stand a chance even if they took of the handcuffs. The more he thought about it the more sense it made. He was the only one that had been pierced, he was the one with a dildo up his ass, which had widened him and made him ready. He guessed that his Master surely hadn't given him all this attention without a reason.

Richard seemed ready with his preparations. Christoph stopped squeezing the dildo and tried to bend backwards so he could reach to pull it out. He bent his knees awkwardly, the motion made the clips squeeze his balls so hard he thought his whole package was going to fall off but lust made him continue. Richard smiled at his feeble attempts. The drummer spread his buttocks and he grabbed the dildo with his other hand and started to carefully pull it out.

It slid out with little effort and made a tiny sound like when you pull out a plug out off a drain. He sighed with relief and came hard when the plastic dick left his body. He had shot his load on the floor. He held the dildo in his shivering hand. He was too embarrassed to meet Richard's eyes.

Richard stopped what ever he was doing and went over to Christoph who stumbled backwards, in fear and humiliation. The guitarist took the chain connected do Christoph's shackles, pulled it upwards with no greater physical exertion until the drummer was forced down on his knees. He grasped for air when Richard's hand closed around his neck and pressed his face into the puddle of sperm.

He lay flat on the floor with his face smeared with his own cum. The disgrace made his dick move between his legs. But mostly he got turned on by the firm grip of the strong hands. The fit guitarist grabbed his hair and rubbed his face in it. His dick was hard as a rock and the clips pinched his poor balls.

"Look at the mess you've made, well you have to clean it up!" Richard shouted at Christoph. "I better get this little bitch started". The drummer heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being pulled down. He pulled out his tongue and heard the sound of heavy army pants being pulled down and the belt made a clinging sound as it hit the concrete floor.

Christoph cleaned it up with his mouth in a hurry, like a dog. When he was finished he turned his head towards Richard who looked even bigger from where he was lying. He pulled the chain and Christoph's tired muscles complied and he was limp as a puppet on a string. "Good boy!" Richard lifted him off the floor and pulled him to the table. He unlocked the handcuffs and with no restraints the only thing that kept Christoph in line was his need for Richard.

He bent over, obeying Richard's every demand, following his movements perfectly. He was ready but the guitarist pushed a lubed up finger inside him, then two, preparing him carefully. "Now. Please Rich..." he begged. "Shh, wait... not yet...be quiet" Richard hushed him. He parted his legs making it easier for him to reach. When he finally penetrated him, Christoph closed his eyes and waited, holding his breath. It was almost too good to be true, knowing how much work and preparation they had put in to make this happen. It was a total turn on and it would make Christoph come faster than a schoolboy fucking his teacher. Richard moved slowly inside him and with a precise movement he found the spot packed with nerves. Christoph tried to get him to slow down but Richard kissed the drummer's back and whispered in his ear "I want you to come for me Christoph". Richard's hand caressed the drummer's hardness "You want more?" Christoph answered with the words he knew was going to take Richard over the top. "Yes Master..., fuck me Master..., harder Master..." Christoph felt Richard coming inside of him, it as the connection he needed, pleasure rushed down his spine and they were done.

Six down and nil to go.