Less than ten seconds after being yanked from his chair, Alex yelled as Will (who on pulling down his jeans was revealed to be already covered and lubed) thrust into him.
Alex was struggling, forcing Will and Chris to subdue him roughly, there were going to be bruises for sure. He was also laughing.
Kerry caught my eye and grinned, this was exactly what we needed for our movie.
Then both our jaws dropped as Chris yanked his jeans down (also ready to go), and proceeded to join Will in double fucking Alex.
Alex’s shocked, “Shit, Oh Fuck,” was cut off as both boys started to hammer into him hard. He grunted the breath back into his body and started to semi scream.
Not that he fooled me for a second.
They had taken him by surprise but getting gangbanged is one of his favorite things and even Will and Chris stretching his ass at the same time would be less painful than Master John inside him.
Then Chris, one of the sweetest guys I know, growled out, “Why don’t one of you gentlemen gag this cocksucker and shut him up?”
I laughed at the shocked expression on Curtis’s face and then stood quickly.
“It would be my pleasure,” I said, as I freed myself and grabbing Alex’s hair, pushed myself deep into his throat.
While we fucked Alex hard, I gasped out, “You boys have earned your place, it will be an honor to work with you.”
As I finished speaking all four of us came simultaneously, Alex choking a bit as he tried to swallow my cum while flooding over our breakfast table.
Will and Chris pulled out and started jumping about with glee, “We got the part, we got the part,” Will yelled.
“Oh yea, Hollywood,” Chris laughed.
I grinned as I helped a shaking Alex from the table and back into his seat.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he panted, “where the hell did they come from?”
“I told them that they needed to audition to earn a place as crew in the movie,” I explained, “but I wasn’t expecting that this morning.”
“Christ, they could have warned me!”
I laughed and waved for Chris and Will’s attention, “Which one you have the key?” I asked, as Alex’s hands were still cuffed behind him.
They stopped bouncing and looked at each other, Chris started to laugh harder as Will’s eyes widened in horror.
“Shit, sorry,” Will looked at Alex, “I know exactly where they are,” and we all laughed as he dashed from the room.
“Oh, fucking great!” Alex muttered, as our table was re-laid, and our fragrant breakfast arrived.
-X
Besides finding our crew, John, Alex, and I had spent a couple of weekends with a guy who choreographed fight scenes in movie. Learning some stage fighting techniques.
We could now beat the pulp out of Alex, with minimal contact and without actually causing him any harm.
It was fun, although Alex usually spent the entire time laughing like a loon.
Probably due to the fact he could take us both with one hand tied behind his back if he wanted to!
John, Alex, and I had a great fight scene that looked brutally real, but we were not choreographing every single move. We are not professional actors and for Alex it was going to be a genuinely rough experience.
Master Kerry was our whip master for this scenario. Kerry had been brought in as I would not trust anyone else with the cat, and Alex’s vulnerable flesh.
No one could wield a whip like him. His slave Will took a bloody whipping every three months and had not a mark on him once healed.
In actual fact Will had missed his last whipping session as he had been acting as Master Kerry’s guinea pig for the past few months.
Who else?
Once the cat o’nine tails arrived they had started to practice.
Will spent weeks in heaven as Kerry got to know the whip. How to use it. How much damage certain strikes would cause, and what looked best and most effectively vicious.
Once Kerry was fully confident that they worked out the full whipping scene, it was Alex’s turn to experience the lash.
Alex had experienced four severe whippings since we began rehearsing.
The first two for practice and to see how his body was marked and how he would heal.
He looked beautiful with vicious strips, scoring his body. The whip was a work of genius and when turned and used a certain way, would create shallow scratches that would bleed a little.
Kerry had worked with a word renowned whip maker to design this, as a proper cat would tear the skin to pieces and leave scars. We wanted the effect without the actual damage.
Alex would had taken more, he was in that danger period where a pain slut can get obsessed with pushing their limits, but it was not necessary.
The ‘cat’ had 9 throngs (of course) and when the whip was turned, and with two hard hits he would end up within average, between six and eleven lightly bleeding welts. These took around two weeks to heal fully.
There was no need to whip him to shreds and it would have been too dangerous for him to go into the water afterwards. However, blood spreads and the effect was dramatically vicious.
We had also discovered that the water had a soothing effect. Although as the bleeding was so minimal it was invisible in the water, but we didn’t think Master David was going to notice by that point.
The final two whippings that we had done, had been a proper dress rehearsal and allowed Alex to practice the ‘passing out’ that his character would need to do.
The initial whipping without causing too much damage was for effect and drama, as Alex would yell, curse, and scream at the crew.
Then the two special hard hits, one to the front of the body and one to the back to draw blood, and this would be followed by four strikes on his cock and balls (the whip having been ‘turned’ again so back in safety mode).
The first two blows on his most vulnerable parts, he could scream as much as he liked, the third he needed to start to faint, going limp on the fourth and hanging in his bindings.
He knew he then had to stay pretty much limp, while taking six more strokes front and back. These would look worse than they were and continue to spread the blood over his body.
Then the crew would decide he was too far gone and cut him down to be revived and face the captain’s final decision and the plank.
It was impossible for Alex not to respond at all while pretending to be unconscious, but he kept his movements muted and mumbled grunts. It looked incredibly real.
He said it was okay because he could count the strokes and knew what to expect.
“Not really like a real whipping at all,” he joked, as I cleaned the thin seeping scratches and welts, after the final dress rehearsal.
At which point my restraint had deserted me and I threw the cloth and water aside and pushed him down on the bed, pinning him with my entire body, his hands pressed into the pillow above his head, as I sank deep into his ass.
“Fuck, you look so hot being whipped,” I gasped as I started to thrust, and Alex’s laughing whimper, turned to grunts and groans.
-X
The weekend of the ‘movie’ finally arrived.
I stood in our pool area with Alex on the Friday afternoon, checking out the finished set dressings.
It all looked amazing. Had the floor been moving, we really could have been on the deck of a ship.