OVER THE FENCE

BY DEMI HAMLIN

Part 2

Frankie's raped hole was still oozing cum. The ball gag in his
mouth tasted salty from all his tears. The 10 year old could
barely move from the leather restraints. He had managed to stop
crying, but that was only to hear what Mr. Priester was doing in
the other room. He strained to hear a noise, but couldn't make
out a thing.

Frankie rubbed his 4 inch dick against the bed hoping to remove
the metal clamp on it. But the teeth were holding just as tightly
as ever. He tried to imagine what he looked like strapped
spread-eagle on the bed. There he was butt naked, his ass covered
in cold, gooey cum. He dad always teased him about having a big
ass. Sometimes after his dad would spank him, he'd massage it in
his hands. Sometimes he did it without even whipping Frankie.

But his dad never left Frankie's ass as red as an apple. Even
with his honey-brown skin the red marks from Priester's beating
were clear as day.

Frankie pulled at his restraints, but was too sore and weak to
really make the effort. He just wanted to go home.

Just then he spotted Priester's shadow. Frankie didn't think he
could cry anymore, not with the way his eyes hurt, but the tears
came as Priester walked in. In his hand he was carrying two
smaller black boxes, some wires, something that looked like a
smaller, but thicker version of the dildo Frankie had been raped
with, and some black things that looked like straws without hole
to Frankie.

"I saw that you unplugged my monitor," Priester said. He still
had his robe on, and his dick was raging hard as he walked by.
Already it was drooling. When he went out of Frankie's sight, the
boy panicked, figuring all that drool would be square in his ass
any second.

But that didn't happen. Instead, he felt Priester releasing the
restraints on his legs. He moved up to Frankie's hands, but
stopped. "Listen good, boy," he said into Frankie's ear. "You're
going to turn over and lay on your stomach. You still owe, and
you're not getting out of this. Don't even think about running
because if you do, you'll pay for it. You got that?"

Frankie nodded and waited for Priester to release his hands. Once
he was free, Frankie began to turn over, but suddenly bolted off
the bed. Only he hadn't paid any attention to where he was
turning and went head first into the wall. Frankie shot up to his
feet, but Priester was right in front of him.

He grabbed Frankie by the throat and squeezed tightly.
Instinctively Frankie reached for Priester's hand, but quick
squeeze made the boy's arms drop back to his side.

"What did I just say to you?" Priester hoisted Frankie back onto
the bed and planted his knee in Frankie's stomach. The boy
moaned, his mouth still gagged, as he struggled with Priester to
keep his hands free.

Priester held Frankie's left arm at bay with his right hand, and
with his other hand went for the clamp on Frankie's nipple. As
soon as Priester touched it Frankie knew what was going to
happen. Priester pulled it viciously, and instantly Frankie
stopped fighting. The pain tore through his chest. With one hand,
Priester slipped the leather restraint back around the bed frame
and tied it. He did the other arm quickly, and pushing all his
weight on Frankie's stomach, got up to tie up the boy's legs.

Frankie mumbled that he was sorry and he'd be good and just
wanted to go home. But Priester paid him no mind. In fact, after
he tied Frankie down again, this time with the boy's dick
pointing to the ceiling, Priester removed the clamps on Frankie's
nipples and dick. There were little scrap marks and punctures all
over the clamped flesh, especially on Frankie's foreskin from
where he'd tried to wiggle the clamp free.

Priester smiled as how pretty the boy's little dick looked all
bloodied up. Frankie's brown pole was slender and curved downward
and a little to the right. Priester leaned forward and swallowed
all four inches of it into his mouth. He ran his tongue up and
down the tender foreskin, and just as Frankie began to moan in
pleasure, Priester bit down harshly. Frankie screamed, but
Priester kept chewing on his dick. He gave it one final suck
before letting it drop from his mouth.

The little puncture wounds were bleeding now, but Frankie's dick
was as hard as ever. Priester wiped the dick clean with his
bathrobe and then picked up what looked like a thin black straw.
Frankie watched in horror as Priester licked the black straw,
took hold of his tiny dick, and pushed the straw right into his
piss hole.

"Squirming only makes it hurt more," Priester said. "But then, so
does going slowly." He eased up his pace, pushing the straw
deeper, then pulling it out just a little and pushing it in
again. He stopped when he'd gotten a third of the length. Then he
took another straw and a little black disk and thread it through
on of the holes in the disk. He wrapped this around Frankie's
shaft. He made two more and pulled them tightly around each of
Frankie's balls.

Then he went for the smaller dildo. It looked a lot different up
close to Frankie. It had a weird part at the bottom that looked
like it would make it stay in his ass. He wanted to squeeze his
ass shut, but with cum still oozing out of him, there was little
he could do. The butt plug slid right in.

Priester put two metal clips on Frankie's nipples and then sat
the two black boxes on the bed. He attached the wires from
Frankie's dick and balls to one box and Frankie's butt plug and
nipples to the other. Standing at the foot of the bed with a sly
grin, he flicked on the boxes and eased up the dials.

A pulse ran threw Frankie's dick down to his pelvis. It only
lasts for 10 seconds, but the pain hung in him. He groaned and
then squealed as another burst came from his chest and ass.

"That was what you were trying to avoid when you unplugged my
monitor, wasn't he?" Priester said. He turned up the dial on the
box to Frankie's dick. Another pulse surged through the boy's
tiny dick. He screamed and pulled at his restraints and then when
stiff as the second blast hit him.

Priester turned up the dial on the butt plug box and laughed as
Frankie squirmed around in pain. With each burst the boy's face
scrunched up, and with his mouth forced open by the ball gag, it
looked like he was waiting for someone to cum into his mouth.

"Well, I'm hungry, so I'll leave you to your punishment,"
Priester said, heading for the door. "Oops," he said, turning
around. He adjusted the power on the boxes to make them higher.
"Almost forgot about you trying to escape."

The more powerful pulse made Frankie gurgle in pain. "Enjoy,"
Priester said, walking out of the room. Frankie lay there, his
body jerking every 10 seconds and then another jolt 5 seconds
after that. Pretty soon he was having orgasm after orgasm, made
worse by the butt plug shocking the shit out of his prostate.

******

When Priester came back two hours later, Frankie lying still on
the bed with his eyes closed. Every few seconds his body twitched
from the shocks, but he wasn't whimpering anymore or crying.
Priester nudged him to see if he was awake, and the boy's eyes
opened immediately. He looked up at Priester for a moment, then
closed his eyes again.

"Good," Priester said. "You're learning. I would have let you go,
but since you had to try and run off, you needed to get punished.
We're still not done yet."

At that Frankie began to whimper. Priester shook his head, and
reached into his pocket. Frankie started squirming again, despite
the shocks. Slowly Priester's hand came out of his pocket only to
reveal a cordless fun. But Frankie had already gotten himself
worked up. The tears came again.

"Knock it off or I'll turn it up higher," Priester ordered.
Frankie quickly calmed down. "Better. We're going to try this
again. Let's see if you can do as you're told this time. I know
your dad. He's a good guy, really nice. Call home and tell your
father what you did." Priester placed the phone in Frankie's hand
and pressed it on. "I'm going to take off the gag, but you better
keep your punishment between us or I'll make you wish you were
dead."

Frankie already wished that, but he knew what Mr. Priester meant,
and he didn't want it any worse. So he called home. Priester took
off Frankie's gag and held the phone to the boy's ear.

When his dad picked up and Frankie said who he was, his dad was
far from pleased. "Where the fuck are you?" he snapped. "Do you
have any fuckin' idea what fuckin' time it is?

Frankie spoke as calmly as he could with the shocks blazed
through him. "I'm over Mr. Priester's house."

"What? Why? What'd you ?"

"I… I broke… I broke his window… and his computer monitor. I'm
sorry, daddy…"

"I'm going to tear your ass apart when you get home. Put Mr.
Priester on the phone."

Priester took the phone and walked out of the room. This was the
first time in hours that Frankie could actually close his mouth.
He glanced out into the hallway trying to see Priester, but
couldn't make out anything. It was dark outside, that was pretty
much all he could tell.

Priester came back into the room and held the phone to Frankie's
ear again. "You're going to stay over Mr. Priester's house
tonight," Frankie's dad said much to the little boy's horror. His
heart pounded in his stomach, and he wasn't really listening to
what else his father said. "You do whatever he tells you to do. I
don't care if he tells you to sit on a broken bottle, you better
do it. And believe me, when you get home, I've got something
waiting for you. And just so you know, if you give him any
trouble, I told him to whip your ass. See you tomorrow."

And with that, his dad hung up. Frankie turned and looked up at
Mr. Priester who was grinning ear to ear. "Hey, that's what
parents are for," he said jokingly. "You'd better listen to your
father, Frankie. It can get a lot worse than this."

Frankie started crying again, but Priester just lifted up the
boy's head. "I guess you're hungry, huh?" Frankie nodded. "Fine,"
Priester said. He held up his dick and pointed to Frankie's lips.
"I have to take a piss. You better swallow every single drop, got
it?"

"Yes, sir," the boy whimpered. Priester pushed his dick into
Frankie's mouth and shoved it as far as it could go. He waited
until Frankie stopped gagging, pulled out a little and let his
stream of hot piss flow down Frankie's throat. The boy gulped it
down as fast as he could, never missing a drop. He even licked
Priester's piss clean as he pulled out.

"Not bad," Priester said. He leaned down and shut off the boxes.
Frankie chanced letting a small sigh out. "See what happens when
you listen. You look a little tired. I'll let you get some sleep,
but you have to earn it. If you don't want to, I'll turn these
back on and up two levels and leave you until the morning."

"I want to sleep!" Frankie pleaded. The thought of more shocks
had his eyes tearing up again. "I want to earn it! I will, sir.
I'll be good, I promise!"

Priester smiled cruelly. He walked back over to the table near
the foot of the bed and leaned down. When he stood up, he hid one
of his hands behind his back.
"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir."

"Absolutely sure? There's no backing out. If you don't do exactly
as I say, well, I got a special place for hardheaded boys like
you."

"Yes, sir. Please, sir!" Frankie begged.

"Alright then," Priester said swinging his arm around to the bed.
He plopped down a gigantic purple dildo. The head looked about
half the size of Priester's fist. Frankie shook with fear, but
that only made Priester laugh and say, "You can take it."