Chapter 1

Tracy slumped down against his door, holding his head in his hands and trembling all over. He knew it was coming tonight. He’d just seen Clay in the hall, he’d seen that hungry look in the man’s eyes, and that vicious smile spreading across his lips.

Yet again, he considered calling the police. He had that thought of that countless times since their first visit. He knew where the men lived, he knew their first names, and he knew what they looked like. But he had always been ineffectual and fear paralyzed him from taking action.

He could call the police. He should call the police. Any normal, sane person would. So why couldn’t he bring himself to do it? What the hell was wrong with him? He knew that this would continue for as long as he lived in the apartment, and there was no guarantee it would stop even if he moved somewhere else. No, the only way to ensure it would stop forever was to call the police, and ask for help. They’d protect him, and put these two animals behind bars for a very long time.

Wouldn’t they? He’d heard of plenty of others like them getting released almost immediately, or only serving short sentences. What would happen if they were released? What would they do to him after they tracked him down? Would he even survive that? Not very likely.

He thought of the two powerful men. They were both handsome but they had a hard-dangerous look about them. Both were tall and Tracy was frightened of them from the first moment he laid eyes on them. Ryan, the bigger of his two tormentors, had a scar on his thigh and both of their large cocks were circumcised.

Another shudder went through him at the thought, and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to push that image out of his mind. His muscles involuntarily tensed as he remembered the last time they’d been in his apartment.

So, he sighed, lowering his head even further, and blinking back tears. By now, he knew the routine. The two brothers, Ryan and Clay, would enter his apartment using the key they’d taken during one of their early visits. They’d grab him, carry him to his bed, and remove his clothes. For the next forty-five minutes or so, they’d torture and rape him, violating him in the worst imaginable ways, and leave him exhausted and sobbing with the admonition to keep his mouth shut or face a painful death.

He wished he was different. He wished he was man enough to fight them off but that would never be the case. He had never had the courage to even defend himself against the bullies of the world who seemed to be able to immediately peg him as someone who could be dominated. He was five feet, seven inches tall, skinny with little muscle definition and was perpetually afraid of most men, boys when he was younger. Most people thought he looked younger than his twenty years. Short black hair framed a boyish face with blue eyes and pale skin.

It wasn’t just his physical appearance that caught the attention of dominants, bullies and ordinary men looking to release some aggression. His body language continually transmitted submissiveness. He never looked a man in the eyes, instead, bowing his head and shifting his gaze to men’s feet or the floor. He always subconsciously tried to appear small, hunching his shoulders and keeping his arms and legs close together in an effort not to be noticed.

Groaning, Tracy willed himself to rise to his feet, willed his trembling body to obey him. He knew he wasn’t going to call the police. There was nothing he could do but wait, the fear and anticipation making his heart pound in his chest. He would handle this the same way he had always handled unpleasant encounters in the past. Submit to them and hope it wasn’t too bad.

He didn’t have to wait long. Less than an hour later, he heard a key in the lock, and his heart rate tripled as the door opened.

“Please no,” he quietly whined, rising from where he sat on the couch and backed up until a wall restricted further movement. The two men entered the room, closing the door behind them, and slowly approached him, dark lust in their eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me,” he whimpered, tears already welling in his eyes.

He suddenly regretted not having called the police. Dread overwhelmed him to the point that it was difficult to breathe, and tears stung his eyes.

The men didn’t answer. They never really said much to him, aside from the occasional order or command. No, they simply used him, took their pleasure from his pain and despair, and then left when they were through using him.

Tracy’s eyes were wide with fear and his heart pounded in his thin chest. “Please go away,” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around himself as he felt that old familiar pain shredding through his chest. “Please, don’t.”

But, just like every other time, they didn’t respond. They reached him, grabbed him by his arms, and half pushed, half carried him to the bed. At least they weren’t unnecessarily cruel. They had never beat him or tortured him.

Tracy tried installing a door chain shortly after they took his apartment key, foolishly thinking it could stop those muscular men.

He’d been wrong. Clay, the smaller of the two, had easily broken through the lock, tearing it off of the doorframe. And Tracy had paid dearly for his mistake. They’d used him, just as they always did, but when they were done, Ryan easily held him down on his stomach while Clay briefly left the apartment.

He returned shortly, with a terrifying piece of steel in one hand, and a smaller, equally terrifying piece of steel in the other. He stated that the first was a locking butt plug, and the second was a locking prince’s wand. Tracy became increasingly alarmed as they spent some time showing him exactly what each item was and how each of them worked. They showed him exactly what they were going to do to him as punishment for trying to defy their will.

They inserted the butt plug first, and Tracy tensed with the feeling. They’d already fucked him, so his ass was already stretched out. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was cold and unbelievably uncomfortable. Then, he felt it spread wide inside him, making it impossible to remove. Clay quickly locked it in place with a small padlock, and then they turned him over.

Tracy had never seen a prince’s wand before, but after the brothers told him what it was, he hopelessly struggled against them. Of course, just like always, his struggles were for nothing. They easily held him down, fitted the cock ring on him, and then began the process of sliding the lubed wand inside his tiny dick. It was incredibly painful. He cried like a child as they forced it in.

A small steel bracket connected the wand to the cock ring, and once they’d fully inserted it, Clay placed another padlock in the hole designed for it, and locked it closed with a horrid click.

Both brothers were experienced when it came to spotting, attracting, enslaving and owning submissives. They knew that there was nothing like pain for training boys to be obedient.

They took the two keys and left, saying that they’d be back when they felt he was truly sorry for trying to lock them out.

They left him unbound, completely free to do as he wished, but there was nothing he could do to remove either of the devices they’d left on him. The prince’s wand was hollow, allowing him to urinate, but the butt plug completely removed any possibility of using the bathroom.

So, hoping to avoid making his horrific situation even worse, Tracy made sure not to eat anything for the rest of the night. Though it didn’t start painful, the butt plug became painful with time. The prince’s wand started painful and became increasingly more so while he waited for the brothers to return. It didn’t take long for him to regret trying to lock them out and he promised himself that he wouldn’t provoke them again.

By the time the brothers came back, in the early afternoon of the next day, Tracy was so overwhelmed with pain, he couldn’t even think straight. They demanded that he apologize for trying to lock them out. He apologized to them and his apology was sincere. Humiliating him further, they made him thank them for punishing him.

Finally, they removed the devices, leaving him gasping and panting on his bed, with the promise that, if he ever tried to keep them away again, he’d be kept in the devices for a week. They did, however, replace the prince’s wand with something else. A chastity device, also made of steel, completely encasing his dick and preventing him from touching it or getting hard stating that they owned his dick. That stayed on all day, every day, unless they were there. They always removed it when they came, and always replaced it before they left. Effectively controlling if and when he could ever cum.

And Tracy hated them for that.

Tracy never tried locking them out again. He simply cowered on his bed, in a corner of his apartment, or like tonight, on his couch.

Ryan tossed him on the bed and held him down while Clay got naked. Tracy desperately tried to kick as the reality of what was about to happen set in, but as always, his attempts were futile.

Within seconds, his pants and underwear had been removed. Next, they grabbed his shirt. He tried to grab their wrists, pushing them away, but these were powerfully built men who couldn’t be stopped, even if Tracy hadn’t been a weak boy. With ease, they pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor along with the rest of his clothes. They were actually amused by the boy’s impotent efforts. It made them feel even more powerful as they dominated him.

He was completely naked, except for his chastity cage. For a moment, they simply stood on either side of the bed, not touching him. Just enjoying their prey cower before them.

Tracy’s heart pounded as he looked up at his attackers. Ryan was lewdly rubbing his crotch through his jeans, looking down at him with hunger in his eyes.

“Please,” he begged, squirming closer to the head of the bed. But there was nowhere he could go, and all three of them knew it.

After a moment, the brothers reached down and grabbed him. After roughly unlocking and removing the cage, they quickly rolled him onto his stomach, and Ryan held him down while Clay removed his clothes. Then, they switched, and Ryan got naked too.

Once they were both naked, they dragged Tracy up to the head of the bed, so his head was resting on his pillow. Ryan knelt down at his head, while Clay knelt down on the other side of him, near his waist. With both of them firmly holding his wrists, and with Clay using his body to keep Tracy from trying to use his legs to get away, there was nothing he could do to stop them.

Ryan reached down and grabbed Tracy by his hair, forcing the boy’s face into his hairy crotch. Tracy’s air was now heavily infused with the virile scent of male phero­mones. The strong scent made the inferior boy a little dizzy and calmed him somewhat.

As always, Tracy tried to keep his mouth closed, tried to turn his head, or do anything he could to avoid that dick going into his mouth. But Ryan used his other hand to grab Tracy’s jaw, pressing his fingers into his cheeks until his lips were forced open.

And then, his mouth was suddenly filled with the salty thickness of Ryan’s long cock. Ryan pinned Tracy’s skinny arms beneath his knees effectively rendering him captive.

Tracy thrashed his legs wildly, trying to get away from them, but Ryan wrenched his arm behind his back in a tacit command to stop resisting. Tracy winced with pain and submitted to the will of his betters. He had no doubt that these men could easily break his arm if they were so inclined.

Then, Clay turned his attention lower. Pulling Tracy’s left leg high up, and using his right arm and right shoulder to keep it there, he pressed a rough finger against his entrance.

“Please, no,” Tracy cried, his voice muffled as he tried to speak around the dick in his mouth.

Clay smiled. This kind of pleading always made him harder and more aggressive. He had always enjoyed dominating boys and this one’s pleas were pushing all the right buttons. He easily held the wimp in place, keeping his finger against Tracy’s hairless ass.

Tracy never grew much pubic hair in the first place, and when his first girlfriend told him she’d only have sex with him if he was hairless, he got into the habit of getting the area waxed. She broke up with him after a few months and no sex but he continued the practice because he didn’t like having hair down there. Clay seemed to love the fact that he was hairless and was fascinated that an adult “man” could have such a small dick.

Tracy felt something cold and wet against his entrance, and knew that Clay was lubing him up. He never knew where the lube came from, or where Clay kept it. His face was always impaled by Ryan’s dick, and he could never see what Clay was doing.

He gasped and tensed as Clay slid a slick finger inside him. Tears ran from his eyes and he wanted to beg for mercy but the impossibly large cock in his mouth precluded any coherent vocalizations.

By now, Ryan had released his arm and was holding his head with both hands as he pumped into him. Tracy clenched his fist in the sheets, panting as he was sadistically penetrated on both ends.

He could feel Clay’s finger, slick and wet, sliding around inside him, rubbing against his inner ring and easing it open. It made what was about to happen a little bit easier. He guessed he should be grateful that Clay did him this small service, but the sensation made him sick to his stomach. Then, Clay slid a second finger in alongside the first, and Tracy gasped with the twinge of pain and the fullness he felt. Still, he had no illusions that this was the end of it and knew he would be much fuller before they finished using him.

Clay went back to work on his ring, gently, gradually stretching it further. But when he slid a third finger inside, Tracy yelped in pain. Clay chuckled, knowing how the boy hated that third finger. For another moment, he continued fingering Tracy’s ass, sliding his fingers slowly into him, as deep as they could go.

But then, he heard the words he learned to dread more than any others. “Turn him,” Clay said to his brother. “Get him on his knees.”

Ryan immediately pulled out of Tracy’s mouth, and they worked together to position him the way Clay wanted as if he were just an object. Ryan pushed his head down, wrenching his right arm painfully behind his back while Clay adjusted his knees, putting him right where he wanted him.

“God, stop!” Tracy begged desperately as he felt Clay’s head pushing against his entrance. “Please! Stop!”

But, as always, his cries only energized the two predators. In the next moment, Clay roughly shoved his dick inside Tracy, and the pain was excruciating.

Ryan was physically bigger, but Tracy was intimately familiar with those cocks and though both were huge, he knew Clay’s was the larger of the two. His girth made sex indescribably painful. Tracy hated that first moment and hoped that he would eventually get used to it and it wouldn’t hurt so much. But realistically, there was no getting used to Clay. Not when they only fucked him once every few weeks.