Chapter 3 – Chapter 3
Groggy, his world spinning slowly, arms and legs dangling, Justin was carried down the stone staircase into the dungeon. He was naked, and one of the black-cloaked figures carrying him was already kneading and separating his buttocks cheeks while the other one had one hand encasing his cock.
Justin's head was lolled back and he saw, as if in a hazy dream, that Thomas and Leonard had already been brought down into the rough stone-encased room with the lit torches attached high on the walls of the pentagonal chamber. Leonard was bound facing a rough-wood X frame, and one of the three black-robed figures already in the dungeon as Justin was brought down, the tallest and most bulky of the figures, was flogging Leonard with a multistripped black-leather whip as the young man writhed, threw his head back, and cried out in gurgling and babbling tones that reverberated around the walls of the chamber.
Thomas was on his back on top of a leather-padded pommel horse-type device with platform wings on the side. His arms and legs extended down the four legs of the device and were bound to the appendages at the wrists and ankles. His thick cock was standing up in maximum erection, stroked by the hand of one black-robed figure, who also had a hooded head lowered on Thomas' chest, where he was chewing on Thomas' nipples. Another black-robed figure was crouched where Thomas' bare ass jutted over the end of the horse and had a hooded face buried between Thomas' buttocks cheeks. Thomas was moaning quietly, not in any apparent distress.
The two figures who had carried Justin down from his bed chamber after pulling him out of his bed in the dark of the night, strapped the young man's forearms in leather cages hanging from an overhead apparatus, and snapped similar cages on his ankles that were connected to ropes. Justin was facing the X frame as he was being bound to the overhead bar, and he saw the reason Leonard's cries were subduing into muffled groans as the tall figure, having turned the flogger over to one of the figures manhandling Justin, forced a ball gag into the young man's mouth.
The front of the figure's robe was parted and Justin marveled at the massiveness of the man's cock, as the figure had proven to be a man. The man encircled Leonard's waist with a massive arm and raised the hand of the other arm to Leonard's chin and forced the young man's head back, arching his back. The arm under his waist pulled his legs and hips away? from the X frame, and Justin narrowed his eyes and his nostrils swelled in arousal as the man's gigantic cock slowly worked its way deep into Leonard's tight channel and began to plow him.
One of the figures was standing close behind Justin, and his arms came around Justin's chest. The figure's leather-gloved hands ran up to the American's pecs. Justin cried out in surprise and heavenly pain and arched his head back as the hands on his pec closed clips on his nipples and pulled on them, pinching and distending Justin's nipples. The figure stood back, and the flogging of Justin's back and buttocks and thighs, with the flogger that was being used on Leonard when Justin was carried down the stairs, began. Justin cried out his ecstasy and immediately went rock hard.
He looked over to the pommel horse-like device to find one of the black-robed figures crouched over Thomas' pelvis, kneeling on the platform wings running out from Thomas' hips. He was fucking himself on Thomas' cock. Another figure was moving around the device, prodding and caressing Thomas' arms and legs and torso until he had positioned himself at Thomas' head and pushed his cock into Thomas' mouth.
The figure fucking Leonard let out a roar and let loose of Leonard's body, which slumped against the X frame, and stepped back from the frame. But almost immediately Leonard's small body was being lifted back up by one of the figures that had carried Justin down into the chamber. And then another cock was being pushed up into Leonard's channel. It was a very long, but thin cock. Justin identified it as that of Charles Peters.
Justin's legs were now being lifted off the floor, streaming behind him, and spread. The ropes attached to the cages binding his ankles were being pulled taut to some bar overhead. Philip Hardesty—for Justin had already identified the tall figure with the monster cock who had first taken Leonard as the senior Arabist and their host, who naturally was taking his privileges of being first—was standing between Justin's raised and spread legs at his back and was entering Justin's channel. The throbbing cock was thick to the limit of Justin's capabilities, and he was grateful that Hardesty was first. The rest were likely to be easier to take after the reaming of this cock.
At the same time Hardesty was snapping the flogger on Justin's back and thighs, although he stopped this as soon as his cock was fully encased and, grabbing Justin's waist between his hands, was pushing and pulling Justin's channel on his cock.
The other figure that had brought Justin down from his bed chamber was standing in front of him, his robe open now to his naked body. The body was beautifully formed and muscled, the skin an olive color. The youngest senior, the half Egyptian, Timothy Coleson, Justin realized, as the man crouched down under him and took Justin's cock in his mouth. Justin jerked and screamed as the man crunched Justin's balls in a strong hand grip and then began to lace leather straps with weights around them, extending them to the floor.
Justin moaned and groaned and cried out his ecstasy. Even in the haze he was in, induced, he reasoned by whatever had been in that Turkish coffee the students had been given to drink, Justin was having just the attention he had sought since he'd come to Oxford.
The cock of the figure behind Justin jerked and Hardesty was barely able to pull out before he ejaculated in large glumps of cum up Justin's back. Justin's legs were being swung back up in front of him and raised and spread from his body. Coleson rose up from the attention he'd been giving Justin's cock and Justin had only a glimpse of the man's cock sheathed in leather covered in smooth metal studs—almost identical to the ancient Arab contraption Justin had seen in a museum several years earlier and that had set off his hunt for similar devices in early Arab use—before the cock was plunged up into his channel and Coleson pressed his forehead on Justin's and stared into Justin's eyes and commenced a whispering commentary on the pleasure he could see in Justin's eyes from the punishment being applied to his canal.
Panting and groaning, Justin took Coleson's mouth in his in a mutually applied brutal kiss and ejaculated in three strong spoutings up Coleson's heaving belly.