0 comments/ 110201 views/ 3 favorites Hearts Aflame Ch. 1 By: Glenda100 Just thinking back, sitting here, it all seems so unlikely; so bizarre, I guess. I was just an ordinary guy. Married, couple of kids, usual money owed to the bank. I was fine. Happy even. My job wasn't fantastic but it paid the bills. My wife was fine. She still got me excited...most of the time. So everything was hunky dory. Until that day, of course. I vaguely remember it was raining. I was coming in from work, the car parked outside the house, the front door open, ready for me. I got inside, drenched from the rain, threw down my case and stood laughing. I looked around for Karen, my wife, but she wasn't there. Odd, she was always in the hallway, waiting for me. "Karen?" I called. I took off my jacket, slipped out of my shoes and went in search. I found her straight away. She was naked, tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth. Her legs were spread at the knees, her pussy was bare. She seemed to be shaking. "Hi Jeff," came a voice from the lounge. Then I noticed the back of the head. "Who the hell..." I started, indignant. "I don't think so," a voice behind me was joined by a knife at my throat, cutting off any further words. I looked into Karen's eyes, fear bright and strong. "Jeff," the head rose and turned to face me. It was a stranger. He was smiling. "My name is Mr. Shin. The man behind you is Mr. Knee. You'd do well to remember that Jeff." The man behind me pushed my knees in and I collapsed forwards. My hands spread out, breaking my fall and Mr. Shin stood on them. I yelped from the pain. "You will do as you are told, Jeff, and nothing will happen to either you or your wife. Is that clear?" I was confused. I had no idea what was happening. Of course I hesitated. Mr. Knee kicked me between the legs, a perfect shot. The pain was terrible. "Is that clear, Jeff?" I gasped a faint yes, "Good boy. Now I want you to suck my cock." "What?" I protested. "Now, not for nothing, Jeff. Oh no, of course not. But for your wife's fingers, Jeff. Mr. Knee?" The other man went to Karen's side, his knife went to her fingers, lightly running across them, as they sat on the rests, vulnerable. I could see her eyes widen as the cold steel lightly traced them. "You see, Jeff, Mr. Knee can be a bit vicious, I'm afraid so..." and he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He also got off my hands. I hesitated, a quick look at his cock and another at Karen. It was going to be difficult but - I was too late. Mr. Knee laid the blade across her little finger and pushed down on it, hard. Karen's finger effortlessly slipped off. Karen's face was a tight ball of agony, her mouth trying to scream around the gag. Mr. Knee laid the knife across the next finger. I quickly took Mr. Shin's cock in my hand and started licking it. "Much better, Jeff." He started fucking my face, pumping into me, his balls slapping against my chin. He grunted, sputtered then came. I tried to swallow it all, almost throwing up as his semen slithered down my throat. He stayed in my mouth until he was soft. He then pulled himself out, shaking the last few drops onto my tongue, squeezing his cock a few times onto my face before putting it away. "Good, Jeff. You'll improve with practice, of course." He sat down facing me. "Undress." Mr. Knee still had the knife across Karen's finger so I did not hesitate. I was naked quickly, embarrassed, standing before these two men, my cock limp and small with fear. My hand automatically tried to cover myself up. The two men laughed at this. "Don't worry, boy, it's so small we can't see it anyhow!" said Mr. Knee and they both burst out laughing. "You think he's a virgin, Mr. Knee?" asked Mr. Shin "Only one way to find out, Mr. Shin!" "He's all yours, Mr. Knee." Mr. Shin took the knife and held it across Karen's finger as Mr. Knee came towards me. He pulled my hand away and grabbed my cock, pulling the foreskin away from my body until I felt it would snap off. He let go suddenly and it seemed to shrink away into my body. He then cupped my balls in his hand, squeezing them tightly. I squirmed. He leant towards me and whispered into my ear. "What I want you to do, Jeff, is spread your legs and bend over. This first time will hurt but I'll try and be gentle. It's hard for a man, you know. Just gets all carried away with the moment. But I promise, it'll get a lot easier." He stepped away from me and I did as he wanted. He stood behind me and I heard his trousers opening, felt his fingers feeling around my anus, prodding me, trying to find the hole. I then heard him wet his hand with his spit and felt him rub his saliva around me, scant lubrication. When he entered me I almost fainted. The pain was immense. He pounded into me, sparing me nothing. At one point he started slapping my bum as he pumped, riding me like a horse. Mr. Shin laughed and encouraged him on to new heights. Then he came. Pumping into me. Gasping with pleasure well spent. I felt his seed start to leak out, running down inside me thighs. "Fuck that was good!" said Mr. Knee as his shrinking cock popped out of me. "Looked damn good, Mr. Knee!" They laughed. "Now, Jeff, I think we could do with some grub." * * * * * Part two on its way... Hearts Aflame Ch. 2 I went into the kitchen, my body aching, my heart going out to Karen. As I left I noticed Mr. Shin wrapping something around the stump where her finger used to be. She was obviously in a lot of pain but there was nothing I could do that wouldn't mean more pain. I started work on an omelette. "Hey Jeff," came Mr. Shin's voice, "I hope you're wearing an apron in there!" I quickly grabbed Karen's pink, frilly apron from the oven handle and slipped it on, frightened of any repercussions for non-compliance. The omelette was quickly made and I took two plates and cutlery back into the living room. Mr. Knee has his head between Karen's legs and was licking her pussy while Mr. Shin watched, grinning. Karen seemed to be in a daze, her eyes glazed and vacant. "Ah, food! Smells good Jeff. Mr. Knee! I think this may be a bit tastier." They both laughed as they took the plates and started eating. "Love the apron, Jeff," said Mr. Shin and they both laughed again. "What about some entertainment, Jeff?" asked Mr. Knee. "Hey, that's a good idea. How about a slow wank, Jeff? C'mon, you can do it." I hesitated, not sure if they meant it and Mr. Shin reached over and grabbed hold of one of Karen's nipples and squeezed hard and cruelly. Karen's eyes suddenly came to life and her body stiffened as his fingers twisted. I lifted the apron and started pumping and squeezing, trying to induce an erection. I tried to imagine something exciting while pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head. Mr. Shin kept twisting until I managed to get hard. Then he let her go and both men settled in to watch me as they ate. I started getting a bit faster as the enjoyment flowed through my body regardless. As one hand pulled at my now hard cock, the other held onto my balls. "Not so fast, Jeff, we don't want you coming yet." "And let go of your balls, you queer," added Mr. Knee. I let go and slowed down. My balls now flapped around as I pulled myself in front of them. They eventually finished the omelette. My erection was starting to fade and Mr. Knee noticed first. "Looks like Jeff is losing interest, Mr. Shin." "Stop, Jeff. It's obviously not working, is it?" "Sorry, Mr. Shin, I can't keep -" "None of your pathetic excuses now, Jeff, or I'm afraid we'll just take it out on poor little Karen here." To illustrate his point, he slapped her across the face. "NO!" I shrieked accidentally. "Will you ever learn, Jeff? You only speak when I tell you to." Mr. Shin shook his head. "Come here." I went and stood in front of him, waiting for whatever pain he was going to inflict on me. "Lift the apron, Jeff, I can't see the target." I lifted the frilly hem, blocking my own view of what he was going to do. I felt his hand grasping my cock, tightly squeezing then pulling. The pain was slow in coming but eventually swept through me as he pulled my cock further away from my body. Then I felt something flick at my balls, then again, then again. The pain was white hot. "Is that enough to be getting on with, Jeff?" Mr. Shin asked cheerfully. "Yes, Mr. Shin." I managed through clenched teeth and he released me. "Good boy. Now I think you should go and get dressed up for us in some of your wife's clothes. Maybe that will get your excitement back. Mr. Knee will help you while I stay and keep your lovely wife company. Would you mind, Mr. Knee?" "Of course not, Mr. Shin. Let's get you all sexy, Jeff." He stood up and took hold of my arm, leading me up the stairs to the bedroom. I stood back as he pulled out drawers and rifled through them, throwing various clothing all around the room. Eventually he found some pink panties, a matching bra and some stockings, all of which he threw at me. He then turned his attention to the wardrobe. From this he took a couple of very girly dresses which he also threw at me. "Where's the bathroom, Jeff?" he suddenly asked. "Next door along, just outside on the landing," I pointed. He grabbed me and took me into the bathroom. "Lay in the bath, Jeff." I did as I was told. He then unzipped his fly, pulled his cock out and proceeded to piss on me. The liquid was hot as it gushed and splashed over my face. He aimed for my mouth and a few drops leaked through my lips. He then pissed up my nose, forcing my mouth open which he then started pissing in. I almost drowned as my mouth filled with his urine. I swallowed, gagged, almost threw up. Finally he finished. "Jesus, I needed that! Now we need to get you cleaned up, Jeff. A shower and a shave I reckon. Get rid of all that hair." I stood up and turned the shower on, throwing the wet apron in the corner. Gratefully soothing my body with the hot water, starting to soap myself up. Mr. Knee's hand appeared holding a razor. "All the hair gone, Jeff." Was all he said. I started shaving the hair from my body. Hearts Aflame Ch. 4 I woke up to the sound of a voice in my ear, whispering my name. The voice was familiar and I smiled in my half sleep. As I slowly opened my eyes the light started to sting them. I was looking into the face of my sister, Kate. I smiled, she frowned. "Jeff? Are you ok?" her concern was plain as she laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked around. I was in the garage, lying next to my wife's car. I shivered and looked down. I was still wearing Karen's dress, which was bunched around my waist. My cock and balls were still taped up. I tried to pull the skirt down, embarrassed in front of my sister. "Jeff? What's going on?" "Kate. Sorry. Lookay, something terrible…I'm not sure but –" and I blurted out most of the story about Mr Knee & Mr Shin to Kate, tears welling in my eyes as I spoke. My fears for Karen's safety increased as I spoke. I suddenly stopped, worried about Karen. "We've got to go inside! God knows what they've done to her now!" I tried to get to my feet but my body was tight and unmoveable. "It's okay, Jeff," Kate soothed, "I'll go and check on Karen. You wait here. I'll find something warm for you. I think there's more to this than you're letting on." My sister stood up, looking down at me. I was about to protest, to protect her but she put a finger to her lips then stretched out a foot and raised my skirt with it, looking at the tape between my legs and against my stomach. She was frowning. "Who did this?" "They…Mr Knee…did it. Could you…would you, please, take it off? It hurts too much to do it myself. I wouldn't ask but…" I started crying, tears streaming down my face. I closed my eyes, bowed my head, feeling pathetic and useless. When Kate pulled the tape off my cock I screamed. She did it quickly, in one smooth action but it felt like she had pulled the whole thing off. The pain quickly turned into a dull ache but then a new, harsher pain ripped through me when she pulled the other piece of tape off. My balls were freed as the tape ripped the skin out from my body. I screamed again, this time letting out little squeaks of anguish. "Is that better?" Kate asked. I opened my eyes and squinted at her through the mist of my tears. She was grinning, staring at my lower body. I didn't care. I shut my eyes again and concentrated on the pain. When it finally subsided to a manageable ache I opened my eyes again. Kate was gone. I looked around the garage but she was no-where. I painfully got to my feet, holding the car for support. I suddenly needed a piss. Looking around for something to use I spied an old beer glass. I filled it up easily, the feeling of relief, total and complete. Then I started to feel the rest of my painful body. I ached everywhere but nowhere more than my anus. I felt stretched and invaded and it burned. I dare not touch myself. I looked out of the window at the back of the house. It was deserted. I hoped that Kate was ok. I was deciding what to do when a hand landed on my shoulder. I whipped around, ready to fight, but it was Kate. She jumped back, protecting herself with her hands. "Hold up! It's only me." "Sorry, Kate, a bit jumpy." I then looked at her closely. There was nothing wrong. She was perfectly all right. "What happened?" "Nothing. Karen is a bit worried though. She said you didn't come home last night. Having found you like this, I decided it was for the best not to say anything. I told her I'd come back later. Needless to say I couldn't get you any clothes. Sorry." "But what about –" I stammered. "Mr Knee?" She shook her head. "No-one there but Karen, Jeff." I stared at her in disbelief. "I think it's about time you got that dress off, Jeff," she suddenly said, her hand held out for it. My mouth dropped open, staring at her. "Take it off, Jeff. Come on!" She demanded. I quickly took it off, holding myself in one hand, embarrassed. Feeling stupid in nothing but a half cup bra. She laughed. "And the bra. That looks really silly, Jeff! Do you think that's sexy?" She shook her head. I tried to undo the bra with one hand but it was impossible so I turned my back to her and unsnapped it. "Getting shy all of a sudden are you?" She slapped me on the behind, hard. "Turn around." I faced her, a hand once more holding myself from her gaze. I was looking at the floor, avoiding her eyes. She slapped me across the face. "Put your hands on your head, Jeff." I looked up at her. "If you don't do it, Jeff, I'll do a lot worse than slap your face." She then wrapped her own hand over mine and squeezed my fingers tight around my cock and balls. She had a good strong grip and soon I was squealing, trying to free myself from her. She let go and I quickly put my hands on my head. "Stand up straight. Come on, chest out, butt in!" She poked me in the stomach as I straightened up. "Now, come over to the work bench." I followed her to the back wall of the garage where my bench sat, strewn with tools. She reached out and opened the jaws of my vice slightly. She then bent and tied a piece of copper wire around my foreskin, pulling it through, between the jaws. She then closed the vice. I screamed in paid as the metal started to squeezed me. She stopped when I screamed. She then reached up and grabbed my hands, tying them above my head and hanging them over a hook I had suspended from the ceiling. My toes were just touching the floor. She stood back and admired her handiwork. "Mm, very nice. Maybe this will teach you a lesson, Jeff. I think I'll leave you like this for about an hour. I know it's going to be painful but very soon the pain will change to a dull ache and then vanish. However, when I release you, the blood pouring back in will cause a lot of pain." She put a hand around my balls and jiggled them playfully. She giggled as she juggled. "Why, Kate?" She looked at me questioningly. "This. Why?" But she just laughed and walked out of the garage, leaving me hanging. I tried to find a position that didn't hurt and eventually I managed to hang suspended with very little weight against my cock. I hung there and waited.