Dangerous vacations

(continuation of my previous story Vacation)

I left the park by the same method I had entered, passing through a hole in the wall that surrounded it. As I walked back home calmly, enjoying the fact that that guy had taken my virginity. I had in my mind the moment when I felt his cock making its way into my insides, tearing me and penetrating with effort, but with determination. It was a moment, an instant of pain and pleasure. I was lost in my thoughts when I went to touch my lucky medal and realized I wasn't wearing it. It must have fallen while he was fucking me, I thought, and in the moment of pleasure I didn't notice I was losing my amulet.

I arrived at the guesthouse, late and tired. The owner of the guesthouse greeted me with a slight smile. I didn't feel like talking to her and went straight to bed and fell asleep.

The next day, since I had gone on vacation to this town that I had always liked, I thought about going to the beach to sunbathe and swim in the sea. Some friends who knew the town had told me about a very nice and secluded cove where people were as they liked, dressed or naked. There was no problem. It was early. There was only one towel spread out and a person swimming in the sea. I spread my towel a little away from the only swimmer's and lay on it with my back to the sun. I had my eyes closed when I heard footsteps approaching.

"Hello, my boy. I knew you would come around here. I was waiting for you."

He spread his towel next to mine and stretched out on it. He put his left arm on top of my ass and covered it with his big hand.

"I don't want your little pussy to get burned. It's mine and I'll protect it."

He put his index finger in his mouth. He licked it with lust and brought it to my ass, slowly inserting it. The distant presence of a bather made him raise his hand and turn facing the sun. He was aroused, and his big dick moved restless asking for action. The new neighbor spread his towel quite close to us. It seemed to me that he slightly greeted my beach companion. Before starting to lay the towel, my companion told him:

"Why don't you join us, Moha?"

"I accept the invitation, Samuel."

He took his towel and exposed it next to mine. In the end, I was between them both. He was a robust guy, tall, strong build, with a totally shaved head, chest full of black curls, and deep, dark, firm eyes.

Suddenly, I realized I was wearing the chain and my amulet medallion. Before I could speak, Samuel stopped me and told me very seriously:

"I gave it to her, it was my war trophy. I wanted you to see that from now on you belong to her. That's why I invited him to come to the beach this morning to give you to her."

"Quiet, Samuel, I can explain it," he started to tell me, "Samuel is my chosen hunter. He is in charge of catching little sluts like you for my harem. And if they are virgins like you, even better. But his uncontrolled sexual appetite has ruined the merchandise. He deflowered you and now you're useless to me, I can't sell you. Although as a sexual object I can still make a lot of money from you. And it shouldn't be very difficult to make you pass as a virgin."

"Pick up your towel. We're leaving, and you're coming with us."

Accompanied by both, one on each side, as if I were being guarded by the Civil Guard, we left the cove and headed to Moha's car. It was a Jeep, with an open back box, covered by a tarp. They pushed me inside and Samuel approached me and put on some shackles that were welded to the metal box. I didn't understand what was happening. For a moment I remembered that shortly after Samuel arrived, as I sneezed a couple of times, he offered me a handkerchief. I noticed a strange smell, but didn't pay attention to it. Slowly my eyes were closing, my eyelids felt very heavy, and I couldn't stay awake.

I woke up groggy, with a headache and sore arms. They were tied to a chain that hung from the ceiling. That's when I realized where I was. It was a wide room, a round-shaped enclosure, with a kind of volcanic stone that made it look like a cave, without natural light and with a small bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. It was a dim light that didn't allow me to see the room well. I could barely make out the surroundings where I was and just over five steps away.

What kind of place was I in? What criminals had I fallen into the hands of? What did these two sadists intend to do to me?

Since they brought me from the beach, I had not eaten or drunk anything. I didn't know how much time had passed. I was very thirsty. I needed to wet my throat. My tongue was dry, without even feeling like screaming. Suddenly, I heard the noise of a bolt opening a door. The room brightened a bit but still couldn't be seen in its entirety as it was spacious. After entering and closing the door, I saw it was Samuel, my trucker. He came in completely naked, showing off his full trucker body, big belly, powerful muscular arms, and his cock swinging against his wide legs.

"I told you that you were mine, do you remember, little one?"

"You're an asshole."

"You didn't say the same when I was inside you."

"Nor did you behave the same way."

"What do you know about behavior? Relax, little dog, we'll teach you how to behave."

"And how many more of you?"

"Don't worry, now Moha will come and make you really hot."

Through the same door where Samuel had appeared, Moha came out. He was completely naked. Only a helmet covered his head. His well-marked pectorals could be admired, with nipples completely erect, black and large. His arms were as muscular as oaks. The defined and marked abdominal muscles. His cock was a robust and wide shaft covering hanging hairy balls. His legs were like hams, wide behind the knee, with muscular calves, and then narrowed at the ankle to lead to large feet.

In his left hand, he carried a leash holding a fully black Rottweiler. It was not muzzled and threatened anyone who moved. Fortunately, Moha controlled his movements. He approached me as I tried to slowly move away so as not to provoke the dog. He grabbed the dog by the harness and, lying on top of me, smiled at me sarcastically.

"Don't worry, now comes the good part. This is what will really scare you."

Finally, the room was fully lit. It was a spacious room with several partitions, separated from each other by screens that allowed the contents to be seen, but only to those outside each room. Those inside could not see what was happening, but they could hear what was going on. In front of my booth, I could see a small room where a stretcher with handcuffs and ankle cuffs fit. Behind the stretcher was a panel full of gadgets to use in torture games.

There was a panel hanging with all kinds of whips and paddles. The whips varied from single cord whips to those with a steel ball at the end. Others had an esparto knot that tore into the touching flesh. On the next panel hung paddles of all shapes and sizes. Some of them had highlighted words on them to beat: pig, fag, whore, shit, sow, slave, pig, bitch.

Samuel approached and released me from the chains hanging from the ceiling that kept me immobile.

"Now, my boy, it's your turn."

What were they preparing for me? I feared the worst. The trucker male to whom I had been handed over on my first night was now a predator together with his friend Moha. I had fallen into the trap laid by the two sadists. But I assumed that the blame was not only theirs, it was also mine for letting myself get carried away, because of my naivety.

Samuel led me to the booth in front and made me get on the stretcher, tied me to the handcuffs and ankle cuffs, and left me lying with my arms and legs extended. I was completely naked. A strong spotlight illuminated me at the same time dazzling me. I couldn't see anything that was happening, but I heard Moha's loud and powerful voice.

"Welcome, Gentlemen..."

(to be continued...)