Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:06:17 -0700
From: David Andrew <daprivate12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bondage, balls, pain and pleasure 10

	Remember Tom? The oil industry lobbyist, the guy who'd used the electric
shock equipment on me? Well our paths crossed again, it happened like this:
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	As I told you my personal torturer, Vincent, took a sabbatical, he went to
Europe for four months. It was nice for him, but there was no way my balls
could be left swinging without attention for that long. So once again I
turned to the personal ads. One guy sounded interesting, there was a reply
waiting for me next time I checked my mailbox. I recognized the return
address on 43rd Street immediately, it was Tom! He obviously had not
recognized my name from my letter, said he would very much like to meet, and
included his phone number. I must admit I was in some doubt about calling, I
had learned to take more punishment since we had last met, but would he want
to take me on again after the way I'd behaved? Well I did call. I told him
we'd met some time before, didn't tell him how much of a wimp I'd been. He
still didn't remember me, at least if I hadn't made a good impression on him
I hadn't made a bad one either. He said he was going to meet a friend that
evening for a meal in a restaurant on 2nd Avenue at 48th, very convenient
for both of us, asked me to join them. I didn't want to eat, it was already
very late by my body clock, my stomach had shut down for the night even if
my balls were still working. Tom persuaded me to join them there for a glass
of wine and then go back to his apartment later. It sounded good; I went.
	They had already started their meal when I arrived, I just had wine. I was
introduced to the friend, Brain, a white South African, short, and a bit
over weight. From the conversation I very soon gathered that Brian was also
a top, although I must say he didn't look like a top, didn't have that aura.
Maybe it was because he was no more than five foot six with a bit of a pot
belly. I gathered from the conversation that he and Tom were involved in
organizing the Chicago Hellfire Club's next orgy of torture. Even with more
experience, I knew I was out of my depth again. I considered developing a
headache, but the wine eased my anxieties. I went back to the apartment with
the two of them.
	Tom went to get more wine, Brian took a hold of my belt and turned me to
face him. He then unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. He played with my
tits for a while, nothing bad, just tweaking and pulling, then unbuckled my
belt and pulled down my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, never did
when I was going out to have sex, so except for my socks and shoes I was now
essentially naked. This was all without a word to me, but finding my cock up
and ready pleased Brian a lot, he jerked on it a few times then went for my
testicles. Now this was my kind of scene and the harder he handled my balls
the wetter my cock got. By the time Tom came back with the drinks Brian was
really enjoying my nuts. Tom was naked too, his cock was long, but still
soft, a broad, black leather stretcher held his balls down low. As we drank
the wine Brian stripped off. As I said he was short, but his cock was out of
all proportion, it was way too long for his body, and still growing as it
rapidly stiffened.
	"Take a seat," said Tom indicating the sofa. It was one of those low backed
pieces which you virtually lie on rather than sit on. I sat and leaned back,
Brian went around the back of the sofa to put his glass on the sideboard.
Tom stepped up close in front of me and leaned forward to fondle my balls. I
slid right down so that my hips were right at the front of the sofa, spread
my legs, and put my hands behind my head. It was a gesture of submission
offering it all to Tom. As soon as I did this Brian grabbed my arms from
behind, pulling them back and trapping them between his legs and the sofa.
As Brian took hold of my arms Tom stepped between my legs so that I couldn't
close them. On the coffee table, just behind Tom, was a wooden box. I had
noticed it when we came in, varnished mahogany, brass fittings, it looked
old, the sort of case that old instruments like microscopes might have been
kept in. Without moving from between my legs Tom reached around and opened
the case. At the front there was a row of four large, black knobs. Behind
the knobs was a glass tube, three inches in diameter, a foot long. At one
end there was a large black cap, at the other end was a wire, about five
feet long with a metal probe at the end.  I watched like a rabbit frozen by
a snake's eyes. Tom flicked a switch, fiddled with the knobs. Suddenly there
were pale blue electric arcs dancing around inside the tube, something like
those spheres you see in scientific novelty shops. My mouth was utterly dry
as Tom turned back with the probe in his right hand: he pointed it at my
balls. From a distance of about an inch an arc leapt across the gap. It
didn't just strike at one spot, but wandered erratically over my sac
stinging like a demented bee wherever it went. I twisted to right and left.
I could have got away because Tom was only standing between my legs, I
wasn't tied down yet, but by this time I'd learned more about the role of a
bottom which is to take pain and please the top by taking it well without
complaining. The flickering arc followed the probe as Tom moved it around my
body. He drew the arc from my scrotum up the length of my cock to the very
tip. There, because of the bead of pre-cum in the mouth, he was able to draw
the arc out to maybe two inches. Apart from the stinging at the tip it felt
as though there was a very thin vibrator in my urethra. By moving the probe
towards and away from my cock he could make and break the connection. He ran
the arc up and down the inside of my legs, I twitched like crazy.
	"Light up his tits," said Brian from behind the sofa.
	"No! Can't do that," Tom replied. "Can't use these above the waist, could
mess up the signals to the heart. But here...you have a go at his cock." I
was glad Tom had read the manual!
	Brian took the probe and had a long, long game with my penis. It stung like
buggery, especially at the tip which seemed to please Brian most. When he
finally broke off I collapsed back on the sofa utterly exhausted.
	"No it's not over yet," said Brian. "Kneel up on the sofa, drape yourself
over the back, I want to get at your little hole."
	'Shit! How am I going to take this?' I wondered. But I wanted to impress so
I did as I was told without hesitation. It's true what they say, it takes a
brave man to admit to fear. As I took up position Tom and Brian switched
places. As Tom held my arms down behind the sofa his cock was only two
inches from my mouth. I could see the pre-cum that had leaked, the shiny
streak went right down his scrotum. I remember thinking that only a few
years before I'd have sucked the whole length of into my mouth, right down
to his balls. It would have made it better to have a top's penis in my mouth
as another top took my hole, but those days of sucking naked cocks were long
gone now. That's when I realized that this was only the beginning, but by
now my cock looked really good. With my knees wide apart I felt that my hole
was very exposed, but Brian wasn't satisfied.
	"I want your hips up on the back, right up on top." I moved to lift my butt
as high as I could get it. "Yes, that's better. Now spread your legs wider."
The sparks stung my buns as he moved the probe around and around. He moved
it down to my balls which were pressed back between my legs by the soft
cushion. The back of my sac felt like it was being jabbed with needles,
thousands of them, very fine, very sharp, very hot too. He moved back up to
my ass.
	"Come on, open it up! I want to get right up in there." I tried to spread
my cheeks but didn't succeed well enough for Brian's satisfaction. "Open him
up Tom, I want to get to his ring."
	When Tom leaned forward to take my buns in his hands his cock pressed
against my cheek, my nose was between his thigh and his scrotum. Again I
thought of sucking, taking his balls into my mouth, but there was the
pre-cum, and this was the safe-sex era. With my buns spread wide Brian
finally got the arc to my hole. It stung worse than anything that had gone
before, made my sphincter twitch like crazy, felt as though the arc was
probing, trying to get right up and in. Brian thoroughly enjoyed himself. I
must admit I felt a lot more confident after taking it without objecting.
	What else was different this time? Well, when Tom suggested that we move
through to the bedroom I remembered the last time, when I'd needed a piss.
	"I'll just have to have a leak before we get started," I said.
	"Me too," said Brian.
	"Okay, we'll all have a piss," said Tom. Then turning to me he said, "Get
in the bath!"
	I was playing with the big boys now, I climbed in and waited. This time I
wasn't blindfolded so I could see the two cocks pointing at me. The two
streams of piss hit me at the same time, before I had even started. I was
hosed down all over, head to toe, but at least I wasn't going to have to try
and piss in the bed. After we'd all finished it was back to the bed with the
jet black covers that I remembered so well. I was spread-eagled again.
	Brian had a device which worked like a thumb-screw. How can I describe it?
It was a hollow wooden cylinder about three inches in diameter. Set through
the side of it was a large wooden screw with a flat plastic plate on the
end. There was plenty of room inside the cylinder for a testicle. Brian got
my left one into the tube and held it in place with his thumb, then started
to turn the screw. It had was a coarse pitch thread, a few turns and the
plastic plate at end of the screw was pressed firmly against the side of my
testicle. Now Brian was able remove his thumb, the nut was trapped. I think
having one testicle tortured in this way was even more painful than the
ball-press that Tom had used the previous time. Well maybe it wasn't worse,
but certainly it was more focused. My entire consciousness was concentrated
in that one small organ. If ever pain could be called exquisite this was it.
I was actually sweating when he released the screw. The relief was
wonderful, but followed almost immediately by another rush of pain as the
blood flowed in again, and of course there was the certain knowledge that he
was going to do the same to the other one. He did. And when he was through
with that one he reverted to the left one. This time he got it in sideways
so that the screw came in at the back of the ball. The ball-press had been
hard to take, but it was a general all-over pain in the testicle. This
device concentrated the pain in one small spot, in just a few seconds I was
roaring. They hadn't put the gag in at this stage, luckily the apartment was
an old substantial stone building. However, before Brian went for the back
of my right testicle, Tom pulled the hood with the gag over my head. This
cut down the noise a lot, but not the pain!
	Being used by two tops was very, very hot, and was even better after I'd
been hooded. There were hands all over my body, and no way of knowing which
of them was doing what. One pair of hands went for my tits, I'm pretty sure
it was Brian, he'd wanted to use the probe on my tits. Whoever it was he
used a pair of tit clamps, small ones with sharp teeth to bite into the
nipple. Each clamp had a lead ball attached to it by a short length of chain
which rolled around on my chest when I struggled. Felt like there was a
small, vicious animal tearing at my nipple. I didn't like it, really didn't,
but I took it because that's what a bottom is expected to do.
Another new device that Tom had bought was a more versatile version of the
electrical shocking machine he'd used the first time I'd come to his
apatment. It had the same electrodes, one stuck in my piss-slit, one around
the neck of my scrotum, another up my ass, and the return path for the
current was a large metal band strapped to my thigh. Besides the steady and
pulsing current this one could apply a saw-tooth wave, the current building
up from zero to max over a period. The time could be varied, a short
interval of two or three seconds was like a pulsing in my cock and balls,
painful but short. At longer intervals, twenty to thirty seconds I could
feel the power ramping up and switching off. There was such an inevitability
about it, I just knew that the pain would rise to screaming point then stop.
But as soon as it stopped I could feel the next wave building up. Another
feature in this machine was that it could be programmed to apply the power
to each of the electrodes in turn, and the rate at which it switched between
the cock, balls and asshole could be varied too. Lastly it had a hand-held
probe to shock specific parts of the body, very much like the probe they'd
used in the lounge, but the sting was much sharper and more painful. One of
them used it on the tip of my cock again, went on and on, it really hurt. I
was sure that it would look like a piece of raw meat when they got through
with it, but I was determined to show them that I could take it, and I did.
	After what seemed like an incredibly long session I was told it was time
for me to cum. It was the first time that I'd been ordered to shoot a load
of semen and that gave me a thrill. They, the tops, had decided that it was
time for me to cum, they wanted my juice, they wanted it now. The power was
switched off, but the electrodes were all still in place and attached to the
machine. A hand started to pump strongly on my cock: I felt my balls
respond. I guess they saw the tightening in my sac because a moment later
the hand released my cock and it was given a severe shock. I bucked against
the chains, the pumping started again. They did this again and again, I
really don't know how many times. Each time the hand went to work I was sure
that they'd let me shoot, but just as I felt the semen rising, wham, the
current would jolt my body. Inwardly I was screaming, outwardly I was trying
to beg, not much came out. At last the hand took me too far, the semen
spurted, and even a rapid stream of shocks couldn't stop the flow which
pushed out past the electrode. Strangely once my juice was flowing the
electric shocks weren't painful, I guess I was just too turned on to be
stopped, it was just the most fantastic ejaculation I'd ever had. Brian told
me later that it had been an accident, that they'd intended to keep me on
the edge for much longer, but he hadn't worked on anyone with so little
experience for a long time and had misjudged the torture.
	After I had shot my load for them they both climbed on to the bed, one
either side and started to jerk off. I could hear the sounds of cocks being
worked hard, balls slapping around between thighs, short gasps, then the cum
splattered all over my body.
	The three of us shared a shower, washed each other, every nook and cranny.
They had obviously enjoyed themselves and were very complimentary. I felt
fantastic, I'd played with the big boys and not wimped out. Tom told me that
the two of them had planned a trip to the beach the following weekend which
struck me as odd, he didn't look like the sort of guy who'd be interested in
spending a day at a beach. However all became clear when I heard that it was
a nudist beach in New Jersey, and he asked if I'd like to join them. Oh God,
would I ever! But the chances were slim to nil. I was on a series of reserve
duties at home that week. I could be sent anywhere, or nowhere, depending on
the weather, flight delays, and God I suppose. And apart from that, our
layovers were normally 24 hours, with a pick-up time at either 4 or 5 p.m.
No way could I go to a beach in New Jersey and be back in time and fit for
work. I explained all this, but said I'd call if things changed and by some
miracle I was going to be in town. Well you know miracles do happen,
sometimes. Someone went sick, I was called in, it was a 48 hour layover,
rather than the usual 24 hours, I couldn't believe my luck.