Torture Can Be Fun - a Gay S&M and watersports adventure by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
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What follows is fiction and fantasy, not to be tried at home, unless you invite me to practice on that is. If you object to one-handed stories or under age of consent please f*** off.
Chapter Two
Before starting a bar was lowered from the roof and my clenched hands let go of the rings on command to be pulled out and strapped off, as were my arms, to a beam now hanging just behind my shoulders. He explained, hanging by the wrists was OK for the short time but over a longer period could dislocate the shoulders, especially if I were to pass out. This was, even when my legs collapsed, my body would still be there for their enjoyment. Oh yes! He really had a way with words.
You might think a whipping was just a whipping but you couldn't be more wrong. Eight paying guests had three strokes each and each and every one was different. To start with my blindfold meant I had no idea where each stroke would fall, then some laid their strokes at right angles to my body and some diagonally. Some used the cat and some the belt, some with each stroke quickly following the other and others pausing between each, causing my body to flinch and squirm by touching it lightly in one place or another, playing with it then laying a stroke without warning.
By the time 24 strokes had landed I was screaming behind my gag and gasping for air, tears streaming down my face under the sweat soaked hair hanging over my eyes, my legs only just holding my body upright.
A hand roughly grabbed my hair jerking my head upright where my blindfold was removed.
Personally I much prefer seeing the eyes of anyone I'm torturing he told them, and hear them; he pulled the butt plug from my mouth leaving me gasping thankfully for the increased oxygen supply.
After all, where's the fun if you can't see and hear any result form your exertions? Looking at me, you wont be making too much noise will you, keeping everyone awake? I shook my head. Good, accompanied by having my head slapped from side to side a couple of times.
Now then, he told the audience, we get to the section I can see you're all ready for, sex. But you don't want to rush it, take your time and lets see what else can be done to our subject here. One hand grasped my chin and the other forced several fingers in my mouth. This can be a nice warm port for your cock as several of you have found before, you can use it to piss or cum or just to have your little man cleaned and played with. One word of advice, don't use it at the same time as you beat him, the teeth have a mind of their own when that happens.
He removed his fingers and used both hands to attack my nipples. Digging his nail in he pulled and twisted causing my eyes to water again and moans to escape from my mouth. These are always a good source of fun and can be clamped for periods of up to twenty minutes without permanent injury. Be warned, when removing clamps after that period of time your subject is likely to get quite noisy as the blood rushes back I may demonstrate later if sufficient time.
Bending down he attended to my cock and balls; he really liked this part of the show. Here you have several options he told them. Personally I like this one the best. While he'd been talking he'd also been attaching rubber cock and ball straps, round the base of my equipment, another behind my balls with a separating strap and another round the shaft of my half erect cock. I prefer rubber here he said, it wont shrink if it gets wet later. Finally, after attaching a short chain and weight to the strap round my balls he used his hands to slap my cock back and forth very quickly causing it to swell and stand erect, thereby increasing the pressure from the various straps as was the intention. I was gasping now, my legs attempting, unsuccessfully, to bend in order to ease the tensions, I knew I'd not be experiencing any pain free moments for the rest of the evening.
He explained how keeping my balls stretched and my cock engorged would continually be inflicting pain via the tightened straps and that anytime my cock went down it could soon be brought back with a few hard slaps. Then suggested they try me for themselves. My poor cock. It got slapped back and forth, up and down, the weights from my balls never stopped swinging, I was past moaning now, could hear little cries escaping from my mouth which he rewarded, with grateful acceptance, with several deep inhalations of poppers. I really needed them. I also knew what would come next.
When I was quite sure my cock and balls must have been purple from the abuse they were suffering he asked who'd like to be first to examine my hole with their fingers. In the end it was decided somehow that two hands would be allowed at he same time and for the next fifteen minutes or so I had fingers shoved inside my arsehole, then in my mouth to be cleaned, pinching and twisting my nipples, slapping my cock or any other part of my body they could reach. Eight people have sixteen hands and it felt as if all sixteen were working somewhere on my body at the same time.
Then came the words I'd been half dreading. Who won the draw for the first fuck then? The first fuck always came with me still strung up and beforehand he would usually belt me himself, six strokes, back and forth and sure enough next came the poppers bottle and a warning to keep my voice down with an aside to someone to get it hard and ready. Don't forget he told them, just ram it straight in. It's your job to hurt him.
Whack! Whack! He started on my chest, the return across my arse, then my stomach with my back, followed by my cock and shoulders. That was what I'd been dreading, the stroke across the underside of my cock, how could I not scream, especially when it was followed almost immediately by a thick hot male member stretching my arse cheeks and plunging straight up inside my hole. It may not have been the longest cock to invade my hole but was certainly one of the thickest; it felt as if my hole was being split in two. I had no idea who it was but he no need of the voices encouraging him to, rape him, fuck him, make him feel it, make him yell, fuck the boy, and likewise.
He was. His big hands gripping my groin, digging his fingers in as his cock was pistoning back and forth in my hole, every thrust jerking at the weights hanging from my balls. The hairs on his chest grated against my tender back as he clamped my body tightly to his own, his hot heavy breathing in my ear, this is only the first load you'll get from me tonight boy. I'll see you scream before I go, you'll scream and beg for mercy but there won't be any here.
As he was fucking me roughly and speaking his saliva was splattering down the side of my face to join my own as it escaped from my moaning mouth. Someone was working on my nipples but I couldn't see who due to my eyes watering and squeezing shut against the pain. I felt a tongue licking at my cock as it jerked about, that was almost the worst, then a massive slap across my face, open your eyes and look at us, look at the men who will use your body tonight, who you will service and beg for more. Another slap, look at your masters.
I blinked my eyes open and looked around carefully, yes, I could see seven people watching me get raped. He stood directly in front of course, and then there was someone teasing my cock and the hairy bastard fucking my arse. Apart from them there were another six naked men to be seen in the soft spots and flickering night-lights. What looked like a father and his two sons, they may be his boys but I could see a faint resemblance, both the boys early twenties, almost twins with their cropped light coloured hair, bronzed buff bodies and erect cocks each of them holding the others. Then there were two coloureds, both of which I'd seen here before. One massive jet black man in his mid forties with a cock size to match and the other coffee coloured with a long thin cock I knew from experience could actually be the more painful, aroused it became a rod of iron without any surplus flesh to cushion its attack. Then there was a new face, late twenty, nice body, nice cock from what I could see as he pissed into one of the spray bottles set up round the room for later use. What I did notice was the expression on his face as he watched me being violated.
It wasn't just a look of excitement or enjoyment; it was much more than that. It was an almost feral look of ecstasy. He didn't just want to see me hurt, he really would have enjoyed watching me tortured, I could see it in him. That was one person I would never allow my body made available to. He was danger and he knew it. Suddenly our eyes met for a second and I swear I heard him snarl before, in a blink, he recomposed his features to those of the other onlookers.
Just then my mind was moved to other things as the cock thrusting inside my arse finally performed and shot several streams of hot burning man juice deep inside me, almost breaking my back in the process as its owner attempted to thrust deeper and harder. That will do for now he spat in my ear before pulling out with the same lack of finesse he'd used to enter in the first place. Only then, as the other hands and tongues left off abusing my poor body was I aware my legs had collapsed and I was only being held upright by the cross beam.
Poppers under my nose only brought me halfway to me senses as I was released and half carried to a wood frame bolted to the floor and laid down on my back. This was a table in design but only two foot wide and three foot long. There were hinged extensions for my legs and a narrow one for my head, right now only my head had extra support. Here came the first gangbang I thought to myself.