Kinky Gay BDSM: Hobbled with cock clamps and cuffs

Hobbled with cock clamps and cuffs, buttplugged, ordered to eat handfuls of piss covered grass, ridden like a horse, thrashed with crops, and made to gag and choke on Reuben's cock.

With weighted clamps dangling from his nipples, and his foreskin clamped to his wrist cuffs, Nicholas is in a severe amount of discomfort. I press his face into my crotch and ram a horse-tail metal buttplug into his sore arsehole, enjoying his moan of agony vibrating my crotch. He's now our own private ponyboy.

Seeing him in this sorry state gets Reuben and I revved up with sadistic intent. We shout at him to crawl on his hands and knees this way and that, giving conflicting orders, confusing him, with every hesitation instantly punished with a lash of the whip. Snot drips out of Nicholas's nose - he's crying already, hurting his cock by yanking it around trying to move faster, his arse getting striped with welts.

I tower over him, ordering him to eat the grass. Nicholas looks up at me, his tearful eyes hoping I'm joking. But I'm not. "EAT THE FUCKING GRASS", I shout, backing up the order with a hard whipping. The frightened boy plucks up a few blades in his mouth, grimacing at the bitter taste, but this isn't good enough. I rip up several large handfuls of grass and shove them right into his mouth, ordering him to actually chew and swallow until I can see he's eaten plenty.

We kick and whip Nicholas around the field, pushing his head down to make him eat the grass, whipping his vulnerable, temptingly raised arse cheeks when he pauses to cry or beg. He even endures the humiliation of having to eat grass out of our hands, like a grateful pet. I ride him around, enjoying how my weight makes him stagger, giving me more excuses to thrash him with my crop.

Time to 'season' his food. We make Nicholas, on all fours, piss on the grass. As we demand he eats the very same grass he's urinated on, we laugh, take out our cocks, and spray our own piss all over the ground where he's trying to choke down the disgusting meal. We show no mercy - any slight pause means I whack him and use brute strength to get his stupid face where I want it - buried deep in the stinking, sodden pissy grass.

This pathetic straight twat will do anything. I make a foul little cube of mud out of the urine soaked dirt, and order Nicholas to eat it. He cringes, taking it in his mouth, gags on it, swallows. Nicholas is so frightened of our whips and cruelty, he automatically does whatever we say.

Next, I make him beg nicely for a carrot, but of course it's a trick - the 'carrot' is a stiff dick. Nicholas's face registers utter dismay at the bait and switch, but it's too late - I wrench his mouth open and push his face down on Reuben's hard cock, laughing as he immediately gags on it, making green drool stream out of his mouth after the revolting grass he's been made to eat.

I tell Nicholas that every time the cock comes out of his mouth, I'll whip him, and he really does try to suck the already slimy tool all the way down to the hilt. But of course, the inexperienced hetero cunt keeps failing, and I have to punish him again and again, his red welted arse making him howl in agony.

Nicholas gasps for breath, snot pouring from his nose, tears from his eyes, as he chokes and gags on the cock. Our rough hands push his face right down to Reuben's balls, screaming at him to suck it faster, better, deeper, our commands backed up with whips. He clutches Reuben's trouser legs for support, helpless in the face of utter sadism, his face smeared with bodily fluids. Nicholas has reached the bottom, the ultimate state of blind obedience, pain, misery and terror making him comply with even the most extreme sexual commands.