Iwhh Bwrt : Part 2

Naked Truth

I waited there too stunned to react, I wanted to ask him if he knew what he was asking, but neither I had the energy to speak nor was it possible to speak through the underwear, I was so dazzled that it did not occurred to me for a moment that I could remove the underwear from my mouth. It was in this trans that, irrespective of the fact that I was outside some house, I removed my cloths without bothering to check if someone was there behind me, watching me embrace nudity. Once nude, inside the door, my clothes outside stuffed in a garbage bin (which already had some crap in it), Abhiraj ordered me to close the door. 

He was seated on a single comfy sofa chair, watching football on a giant LCD TV. He glanced at me before raising the volume of TV.

'Take off my shoes and socks'

I obliged.

'udhar rakh de' he pointed towards the shoe stand. 

I obliged again.

'on your four' He said. I got down on my hands. 

'Crawl' I crawled towards him. he laughed as he caught my hair. 'Intelligent doggy' He chuckled. 

'Aaj liverpool ki match hai, you want to watch'

'hmmm' 

'Sad, I'm not in mood to let you watch.' He pushed my head down and rested his legs on my back and then just as a casual addition he instructed, 'Stay still, dont make me kick you.'

I knew I had not moved for half an hour when the commentator announced that, only fifteen minutes in the half remain. The game as tied 2-2, I desperately wanted to see, but I was not going to risk peeping, He was playing a game with me, I was just playing along. The doorbell rang. I panicked, he casually removed his feet's from my back, I got up. He kicked my dick and balls, I caught my midpoint agonizing in pain, bending with each throb at my crotch. He caught my hairs, this time pulling enough to cause pain. Pulling my ears near his mouth he said.

'Did I ask you to get up ? DID I?' 

I was scared for the first time, was he serious about the whole thing ? or was he just playfully pulling my leg ? or was this an elaborate setup to get me for being a fag ?

I was in no position to answer his rhetorical question, neither mentally nor physically. Releasing me he asked me to get the door. I do not even remember his words, I just knew that he wanted me to open the door nude. 

I went to door, tensed I was, apprehensive who was waiting outside, I tried to see through the eyehole. Before my eye could register the person on the other side, there for a slashing sound and micro-second later my back was burning, I fell down with excruciating pain. My shout muffled by the underwear gag. As my fingers probed the area, it hurt more. I was lying down, with my back towards the corner. I looked up, Abhiraj had belt in his hand, raised to strike again.

'Please don't' I tried to say, but the gag was too effective, underwear now wet with my spit. He slashed again, this time the tip catching my bare thighs. Tears fell from my eyes as the pain rose from now visible angry welt.

'Khol darwaja !' he said, his eyes showing menace, his left hand pointing towards the door, right hand raised to strike again.

I hastily opened the door. A guy was waiting outside, he was surprised to see me naked. Pushing him aside, I ran. I ran towards the stairs, trying to shout. There was a safety-door blocking the stairs. I tried to yank it open, it was locked. I ran towards the lift, the lift was back to ground floor. I look back, Abiraj was standing calmly, shoulder rested against the wall, watching me struggle. I looked at the lift calling button, then back to him, back to lift calling button; not sure what to do.

'you want me to make you come in ?' he asked as if asking if I wanted another biscuit over a cup of coffee. I walked back, I stayed as far as I could from him, rushing past him as the door came near. He did not touch me. I stood a distance from the door, The guest was seated on the diwan, his grey travel bag resting near his legs. Abhiraj entered after me, closing the door. There volume of the television boomed, apparently Liverpool had scored another goal. He looked at TV once, then pounced on me, I backed away but found wall blocking me. He caught my ear and twisted it. It hurt so much that I forgot the pain from the welts. He pulled me by the ear towards his chair. He sat with my ear still in his hand, twisting he asked me to sit. 

'sit on your ass and spread your legs' He said switching to other ear. The motivation he gave with the ear twist was enough for me to comply to his commands. He pulled the ear hard, slapping my cheek with the other hand. My hands were trying to rescue my ear so I felt his slap in full force.

'I could not see the goal because of your stupidity' He bellowed.

'sorry' I tried to say, as tears ran down my eyes. 

'your sorry is not going TO MAKE ME SEE THAT GOAL ..... AGAIN" he said the last words pressing my dick with his feets and pulling me by ear. 

Finally he let me go, I crashed to the floor. I caught his legs, begging him to leave me. He let me cry by his feet's. Finally i kissed his feet's. He patted my head, then pulled me close to his face by yanking me by my ears. I could look deep in his eyes, as he spoke 'I know you love me, don't make me hit you'

After that he brought water for me, made me drink water along with his spit. It was then that he informed me the guy who had arrived earlier was there to wax me of my hair, including the hair on my legs and hands too.