They carried my limp body over to the metal cage while I tried to clear my throat of the remaining cum. The laid me on my stomach and tied my arms and legs so my body formed an X. I twitched back and forth in an attempt to twist and see what they were doing. I heard small objects being pushed and shoveled around. It didn't take long for the noises to stop. I knew then that they found what they were looking for.
I heard a crack, not seconds before something hit my back. I screamed loudly and my body jerked. Just a reflex. They hit me again and I screamed louder as it crossed over where it had hit before. It burned and I could have sworn that I started bleeding. The time between each swing was just as painful as the swings themselves. It left just enough time for me to be aware of a new string of burning before the next hit. Nevertheless, I continued screaming until Laurent's voice broke through that.
"See, Jacob? Didn't I tell you it would be fun?" He taunted me. I'm still stuck in this prison of a haze. All I could do was try to shake my head. He clearly didn't like my answer. James still whipped my back, forcing more screams as Laurent touched himself. Not like masturbation. More like he was feeding it to me. I whimpered as the warm head pressed to my lips, smearing pre-cum. I wanted to keep my mouth closed but neither of the men would allow that. James hit me as hard as he could. I had no idea that he was barely touching me before. I screamed so loud so it could be cut off by Laurent shoving his dick into the back of my throat.
The whipping continued. I screamed onto Laurent's shaft as it choked me. Still crying I tried to say something. To beg and plead. I just couldn't take the pain anymore. I sacrificed the biggest thing in order to be free of it. Trying to talking forced vibrations in my mouth. Laurent took this horribly. He groaned and started screwing my face just like James did. Only problem is that although Laurent's member is thinner, it's longer. I felt like throwing up so bad.
"Stop!" I screamed at him as soon as he pulled out. So he could cum all over my face. It was disgustingly warm. Even saltier then what James did.
"Stop hitting me, please." I begged. My back burned and ached. Every flex of muscle was painful. It twitched, sending shocks of remaining pain throughout every single cell I had. A hand cupped my chin again and lifted it up. I was in too much pain to be able to focus long enough for identification.
"Are you ready to cooperate, Jacob?" More tears, more crying. I couldn't nod. I only groaned out the worst thing possible.
"Yes."
Is this any good?
A.N.