ADDENDUM TO PART THIRTEEN...Rules Made to be Broken

	...A dull ache in my groin awakened me from my exhaustion.  When i tried to
move my muscles, i noticed my hands and legs were still securely fastened to
the corners of the mattress... my cock and balls still bound and on display. 
Chuck had left the cording tightly wrapped around my nuts and i could feel the
strain as they pulsed, trapped in the distended scrotum.  A pillow stuffed
under my head raised me enough to take in the image of my tortured cock... the
single eye slit winking at me as the member languished semi-hard flat against
my belly.  Except for the bluish light from a television positioned at the foot
of the bed, the screen blank with snow and a low hissing, i lay in utter
darkness.  i had no idea how long i had been asleep... didn't know if it was
the same night... or the next night... i strained to see if any daylight peeked
through the cracks of the cabin wall... everything was darkness.  i could see
the dried cum splattered across my abs and chest... serving as a reminder of
the agony i had been forced to endure before my two captors drove me over the
edge of passing out....

	i wondered where the two of them had gone... i laid there for a few moments
thankful that they had allowed me to get some rest.  A hunger pang gnawed in my
stomach... a parched sensation in my throat reminded me of the hoarseness that
had reduced my earlier screams and pleadings to mere whispers... and worst of
all, i needed to piss again.  As i tried to move on the bed, i felt the
buttplug stuffed in my ass... i recalled that during the time where Chuck had
ordered his cohort to milk my dick repeatedly, he had roughly inserted it and
tied it in place... it was still there and no amount of trying could expel the
ass toy.  My body had been... and was still... at the mercy of these two...
they had reduced me to a sextoy for their sadistic torments... teasing me
sexually... raping my ass, my cock... using me in such a way that made me wish
i'd never been born.  My cock was raw and the thought of ever having an orgasm
again terrified me as i lay completely helpless, unable to stop them from using
me whenever they desired...

	As if my movement on the bed had triggered it, the tv screen crackled as the
snowy screen suddenly came to life with images that for some reason, i could
not turn away from... flashing before me was a video of some guy, hooded and
naked with a collar around his neck, bound to a bed... it slowly dawned that it
was this very bed the guy was struggling on... The volume was turned down so
that only occasionally i could make out screams and moans from the helpless
figure....  As i watched transfixed by the scenario, both of my tormentors came
into view at various times... torturing the captive on the screen in similar
fashion to what i had already endured... they brutally assaulted his ass with
plugs and Chuck's cock.., his genitals suffered at the hands of whips and
various other instruments of torture, his nips endured what could only be
agonizing tortures inflicted by different kinds of clamps... it was horrific to
watch and i tried to turn away... but like motorists stopping at a car
accident, i stayed glued to the television and it's images of torment....
Suddenly, i felt a shudder run through me as the image swithced to a more
familiar situation... one filled with horrific memories as i saw my own naked
body stretched out on the bed!! i was being forced to watch and relive each
minute of my ordeal... the humiliating shaving and stripping of my manhood...
my caged cock and balls imprisoned in the mesh pouch... david's sadistic
electrical tortures to my ass and my pecs... Chuck's rape of my ass... and all
the numerous milkings of my raw, ravaged cockmeat...3... 4... 5 times they
produced jism from my shaft.  All the agony and frustrations swept back over me
as i lay watching... helpless to stop them then... helpless to stop reliving it
all over again as it played out on the screen... as it played out in my
memory....

	Forced to watch my degradation over and over... my resistance slowly and
methodically being worn down, i wanted to cry, but no tears would come... my
body spasmed on the bed, convulsing as if to signal my total and complete
resignation... my will to fight against the impossible... vanquished and beaten
at their hands... my mind was no longer aware of the stiffening in my
cockshaft... the churning in my balls... Somewhere in the deepest part of my
soul, a well of maddening sorrow boiled up inside me... A single tear rolling
down my cheek turned into a flood of sobbing as i silently admitted... i was
a... faggot..........