Matt began to fidget with his fingers again, glad he at least had his pants and shoes on, wishing for a shirt, wishing more his hands were free or the cord wasn't tied to his balls. The man approached Matt and looked him over, smiling, obviously liking what he saw. Then he kissed Mindy on the cheek.

"Well, you're right ... he certainly is cute," the man, Gregory, said.

Matt turned to Mindy ... "Please, Mindy, please, let me out of here."

"Not yet, Matt ... there's a lot more fun for you. But first we have to explain a few things to you."

They led Matt, who didn't resist, given that his hands were tied behind him and that a cord, tied around his hairless balls and leading up and out the back of his waistband, tied to his hands was being held by Mindy who seemed a little too eager to yank it. They led him into another room, and through it, and into another. It was probably a bedroom, but had no bed in it. Just carpet on the floor and two poles at one end, next to the heavily curtained window, about 3 feet from the wall, about 3 feet apart. The carpet on the floor was unusually thick and soft, as if it had much padding under it. Even the bases of the poles were sunk deeply into the carpet somehow. Mindy told Matt to kneel and, giving him a little slack on the cord, and a look that said "you'd better do it", allowed him to do so. It wasn't easy, because every time he bent at the waist, the cord tightened. There was a box behind one of the poles, a cardboard box.

Matt was fighting back tears and, as a result, was not very verbal. Mindy began:

"If you ever want to go home again, if you ever want to be able to go to school again without people teasing you about the pictues I took, if you want your house and family to be safe, you'll co-operate. Understand?"

Matt grew nearly furious ... but realized, after thinking, that they were right. He was essentially kidnapped, and his safety would be dependant upon these people. He didn't know who they were and wondered how he'd ever report it ... if he ever reported it. He would worry about that later ... right now he would get through this thing and only prayed he wouldn't be injured too badly. He nodded.

Matt didn't even protest when the man, from behind him, helped him to lay down, his hands going all over Matt's upper body, stroking and fondling and caressing the boy's skin. Mindy deprived him of his pants, shoes, socks, and underwear and, thankfully, with a little painful fumbling, untied the cord from his balls. Matt signed audibly.

Mindy kissed him and stood up. Matt, naked, hands still tied behind his back, looked at her, afraid she was leaving ... and she did. Gregory was pressing on his chest with one hand, preventing him from standing ...

Gregory sat next to the boy, grabbing his balls.

"You are mine now, boy. What did she call you, Matt?" The boy nodded. "Well, Matt, you are MINE now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Please don't hurt me"

"Shut up."

The man ran his hands all over Matt, rolling him over, laughing when Matt tried to get his hands into play, and fondled his little buttcheeks. He rolled the boy over again and began to kiss and nibble all over Matt's body ... holding the boy securely and threatening, with his fingers, the boy's little bald balls. He feasted on the boy's chest, tummy, waist, thighs, buttcheeks, and occasionally the boy's hairless circumsized pecker, as the boy wept quietly, more afraid than he'd ever been in his life.

Finally the man stood the boy up and took him over to the poles. From a box he took some ropes and, warning the boy not to move, he tied the boy's bound wrists to the pole, then the boy's legs just above the knees, then pulle the boy's arms back and, just above the elbows, tied his arms to the pole. Poor Matt, naked, could not bend over, sit or squat, cover the front of his body in any way, or turn around. He was forced to stand there like that. The man then stepped back. Mindy approached, with, horror of horrors, that girl Irene, the one who got him into this in the first place. Irene was smoking a cigarette, and had changed into a tank top and a short red skirt.

"Oh, Matt, you're sooooo cute like that," Mindy said, hugging him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. She stepped back and without warning Irene raised her left foot, kicking the boy's poor defenseless balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh" Matt said, trying to bend over but unable to, nausea covering him in waves, tears coming from his eyes as much from fear as from pain.

Worst, Mindy, whom he thought maybe liked him a little, had betrayed him. He was her first, and she his ... he thought that might mean something special. She was a smart girl, made good grades, was a model student, unlike that nasty Irene. Mindy and the man left, leaving him alone now with Irene.

"Well, Mattie, did Mindy take your cherry? I bet she raped the shit out of you. Well, now it's MY turn. Only you're not quite my type ..."

"Please, please untie me and give me my clothes, please!" Matt then notice that Mindy had taken his clothes with her, which made him even more nervous.

"No clothes for you ... you're gonna be a slave boy!" Irene said, and grabbed his balls roughly. "Now, I'm gonna have fun with you, then I'm gonna find me a REAL man to fuck." And she squeezed his balls, laughing at him trying to squirm, unable to really speak, crying, naked and helpless and in pain.

Irene took a cloth she got from somewhere and blindfolded him tightly with it. She ignored his pleas and cries as she tied something around his balls again, tighter than Mindy had. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tightly over his testicles, and when she flicked them with her fingers, it hurt like hell.

"You fuckin' nerd! I'm gonna hurt you bad!" She smacked his balls, and his face, and punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He was struggling to inhale, almost ready to pass out. But then he felt fingers on him, hands, holding him, more than two hands. He was being untied from the pole but, even when his legs were free, his hands were still tied behind his back just as Irene had tied them hours before.

He was rolled onto his stomach. The hands that held him, and the chest against which he was pressed, were those of Gregory, who had apparently gotten into the act. The girls giggled and laughed as Gregory pulled Matt up and shoved a big hard cock into his face.

"Suck," commanded the man. Matt had no idea how to suck a cock but with a little coaching from the giggling girls ... and some encouragement from the cord tied around his aching balls ... put his mouth around the member, huge by comparison to his own, and the man essentially raped his face, causing him to choke and gag frequently. The boy could barely breathe.

"Get it wet, boy! You'll be sorry if you don't."

Matt had an idea what the man meant. He was inexperienced but read everything he got his hands on, including stuff about sex. He tried to generate enough spit to lubricate the cock, even though horrified at what he thought might happen. He had no choice, after all. His balls were aching terribly now and he was nauseated. He hoped he wouldn't puke and make everyone mad.

The man didn't cum into his mouth. After a short time, he pulled away and hugged Matt to his chest muscles, rubbing their bodies together. The man was naked. The girls were delighted. Matt was crying and cried more when the man told him in a low voice ...

"Now I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"

Matt, fighting, squirming, but ineffective, was thrown to his belly on the floor. His butt was pulled up, his hands still tied, wrists crossed at the small of his back. The man wasted no time and began to rape his hole, pushing his cock into the opening, making the boy feel like he was being torn apart. Matt was crying, still out of breath, his balls still aching. The man was being cheered on by Mindy and Irene, especially Irene, who used much more profanity than even the man did.

Matt passed out finally, just before the man spurted a load of semen into the boy's bowels. Mindy was first to notice it and, after Gregory pulled out, laughing, she rolled him onto his back to make sure he was still breathing.

When they were reassured that the boy was all right, they all had a good laugh. Irene whispered something to Mindy, who nodded and whispered to the man.

When Matt woke up, he was still blindfolded. He could not move his arms at all; they had been untied for the first time in hours but re-tied, wrists crossed between his shoulderblades, folded arms bound so that he could not put his arms down at all. It was as if he had no arms at all. Not really painful, but completely immobile. The ropes did not go around his chest, as Mindy had insisted, because she wanted that bare.

Matt tried to speak but could not ... something large was stuffed into his mouth and tied there; he could feel the binding pulling at the corners of his mouth and around his head. Speech was impossible. He could only make noises through his nose. He squirmed, trying desperately to find his arms as the man and the girls laughed at him, calling him the boy with no arms, and slapping his butt when he stumbled around the room.

Finally Irene pulled off his blindfold. He blinked. They were all dressed, even the man, in his green army pants. Matt was naked. He couldn't figure out what they had done to his arms, but he knew he could not move them at all. His hands, useless between his shoulder blades, arms folded and bound behind his back, could not protect any part of him. Irene was holding a bamboo fishing rod, and Mindy was holding some kind of stick, blue-green, made of some kind of plastic. The man grabbed Matt, fondled his chest and balls again, and pulled him between the poles. Matt was crying, unable to speak, squirming freely to the amusement of his captors as his balls had been untied, though they still ached.

Moments later, Matt stood between the poles, his arms still folded behind him. A rope, from his wrists, led to a bolt in the ceiling where Gregory had tied him. Matt was standing, naked, his arms completely immobilized, and unable to take more than one step in any direction. Gregory lay on the carpet and began stroking his cock through his pants as the girls walked up to Matt. Mindy removed his ball-gag and tossed it aside.

Matt spoke, his jaw aching ..."Please, please noooooo please let me go please!"

But the girls began striking him, carefully avoiding certain parts of him. Mindy didn't want his chest marked. Gregory wanted his ass left smooth. As agreed, they whipped his thighs, causing him to dance and turn and almost fall several times, trying to keep his feet under him, crying loudly, screaming at times when a stick struck his penis or his balls. Soon his thighs, front and back, were marked with dozens of red whelts and stripes. He was exhausted, crying, unable to see through his tears, aching. They stopped after some 10 or 15 minutes ... which seemed like hours ... and the man hugged the boy to his chest muscles and rubbed his body on the boy's.

"I'm gonna fuck you again, boy." He said in a low menacing voice. "But not yet".

He untied the rope from Matt's wrists but left the boy's arms bound up behind his back, palms facing outward, hands between his shoulder blades. He had an erection, which Matt could feel through the man's pants, the man being sure to rub it on the boy as he held him in his arms.

Matt collapsed on the carpet, crying still, unable to speak, frightened and in pain and humiliated. He wished he would just die then and there. The girls were whispering, Irene smoking another cigarette. Irene slipped off her tank top and skirt, doing a strip-tease which Matt barely noticed, doing it for Gregory. In her tiny hiphugging panty and matching little bra, she wiggled around for a short time and then left the room, Gregory following close behind, carrying her clothes. Apparently he was the "real man" to which she had earlier alluded.

Mindy came over and pushed Matt to his back. His arms under him caused his chest to stick up, his body bowed slightly. He tried one time to kick at her but she quite deftly punched his balls, causing him to ball up, and after a few minutes she had tied up his balls again. Holding the cord, she kissed his chest several times and kissed his tummy.

Well, I've got to go to the bathroom. I'm all wet from watching you get tortured. You can guess what I'm going to do there. But I do have a surprise for you.

She got up and left. Matt lay crying for half an hour, finally sitting up. He could have put one foot under him and stood up, but didn't want to. His arms were still immobile, and he tried and tried to free them. He was about to regain his composure when Mindy returned. She was not alone.

With her was another girl, about her age. Naked. Asian. Slim. Teacup titties with little bitty nipples. Short black hair. Big brown eyes. Bald little pussy. Hands tied behind her back but otherwise unrestrained.

"Here you are, Matt. This is Lim. She's twelve. You can play together." And she shut the door, locking it loudly, twice. There was nothing else in the room except the box full of ropes and cloths and gags and other tie-up stuff. Matt looked away.

Lim walked to him. "Please, Matt. See if you can untie my hands. Then I'll untie yours."

But she seemed too calm, too assured. Matt knew if he untied her he would be completely at her mercy. But he also knew it was the only way his hands would be freed. He didn't know what to do.

She looked over him. "Oh, they've whipped you. How awful. I've never been whipped." She spoke with an accent, but not a thick one. Maybe she was Chinese or something. Matt finally looked up at her. She turned around, showing her pretty little bum, bending slightly at the knees, to put her bound wrists in range of his fingers.

"Come on, untie me," she said. "so I can untie you."

Matt had a bad feeling about this. "Why don't you untie me? Your hands aren't as ...uh, as much tied up as mine are. You could probably do me faster."

"But my fingers are numb. I've been tied up for a long time. Please, hurry." she said.

Matt was unconvinced. It was like in school, when someone wanted him to do something, only to play a trick on him later. But he started to pick at her knots. There were two, and he untied the first one after only a couple of minutes. The second took longer. Finally she was free, bringing her hands in front of her, turning to face him, rubbing her wrists for a moment. She covered her little breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other hand.

Matt looked up ... "Come on, get me untied. I can't move my arms at all!"

The girl shook her head.

"You'll try something."

"No I won't. Please, untie my arms."

"Please, untie my arms," the girl Lim mocked him and suddenly laughed. "Not a chance, boy ... everyone likes you like that!" And with that she pushed him to the floor, laying atop him, kissing his mouth like a horny teenager.

"Look I'll do anything if you untie my arms ... I can't stand it anymore!" Matt pleaded, trying not to cry anymore.

But then Lim did what he hoped she would not do. She reached with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his balls. Why was it always the balls? Every stinking time! He groaned as she put her breast to his mouth.

"Suck my titties, slave boy! And don't do it too hard!"

Matt did not hesitate. This was the least painful task he'd been given. He'd rather be doing this with Mindy, of course, having had a bit of a crush on her and not giving it up entirely. He kissed her right nipple and began to suck it into his mouth. Lim pulled back and slapped him hard across the face.

"Owwww that hurts! I said not to hard!"

"I'm sorry. Please, I don't ..."

"A young girl's boobs are tender. Like your balls. Want to know what it feels like?"

"No ..."

But she started pulling and yanking and twisting and squeezing his balls mercilessly, grinning, torturing the boy. "Men always get to have me and hurt me. Now it's MY turn!" she said gleefully.

Matt was thinking that it's what he got for untying her. He just KNEW it was a trick. Probably this girl was one of the slaves these child-molesting perverts had around, and they were rewarding her somehow ... he could imagine one of them saying "Well, if you can get him to untie you, you can have him to torture."

Matt was crying again, softly, hopeless, helpless, wishing they'd just kill him and get it over with. After several painful minutes, the little Chinese girl became very affectionate, hugging him, cuddling him, kissing him, kissing his body, making soft cooing noises, and then she started playing with his pecker. He was in too much pain to get a hard-on, even at thirteen. Lim was patient but after twenty minutes or so she realized she was getting nowhere.

So she rolled him onto his belly and began spanking him hard, with her hand, like a baby. She must have hit him fifty times, and then she switched hands and kept hitting him, saying nothing, just listening to him cry. When both her arms were tired, and his butt a bright pink, she stood up, rolled him onto his bound arms again, and kicked his balls hard. He balled up again, ready to puke, trying to breathe, as she simply walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. It was unlocked. She left, leaving him there alone, naked, his arms immobilized, his thighs striped, his butt reddened, his balls aching, his lungs hurting.

She shut and locked the door.