Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 13:50:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: George U <my88reliant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boxed and Shipped chapter 16

The story has been written for entertainment purposes for consenting adults
only. It contains escapades of male on male sex.  If you are not of legal
age or if you consider this type of writing to be morally offensive, then
do not read the following story. It is your own responsibility to adhere to
these terms. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to
the author at: my88reliant@yahoo.com

Many readers of my posts have asked for a description of George. Since he
is me, that is an easy one. I am in my mid forties. Rapidly thinning salt
and pepper head of hair.  Wear a mustache. I am 6'1". 185 pounds. I am not
into active fitness, although occasionally I do swim laps or ride my
bike. I tan easily, so in the summer, have a nice even dark tan. I am into
tan lines, so tan with a suit on. I don't have pecs that stand out, but I
do have some nice nips that perk up nicely with they are given attention. I
have the start of a belly, so I don't wear skimpy Speedos. I have a nice
average uncut 6 1/2" cock. Nice balls that usually are snuggled to my
belly, although I wish they would hang down further. And I shave my cock
and balls daily. I enjoy men as well as women, although for the rougher
sex, I prefer men. As you can tell by my stories, I like bondage along with
some pain.

Today's story idea suggested by Scott.

Sorry I haven't written any stories lately, but my health just wasn't up to
snuff and I haven't felt like doing anything kinky. But I can tell I am
getting better and Scott suggested something along these lines and my mind
started churning.

I had gone to the state fair not at all expecting the "fun" I was going to
experience:

It was a nice hot weekend during the state fair. Larry and I, Bart and Sam
were taking in the rides, going through the animal exhibits and later
probably were going to see the concert of the night.

Right now we were up in the grandstand watching the rodeo. We had decided
to take a break and get off our feet and take in some shade and a couple of
beers to help cool down. I had probably had at least four or five beers
since lunch time and my bladder was telling me it was ready to let go. I
stood and started down the row. Larry got up and followed me.

Once we were down on the main concourse, I started to head for the
restrooms. Larry stopped me and asked where I was headed. I told him I need
to take a piss.  Larry gave me one of his evil grins and asked if I was up
for something a little more wild this afternoon other than the rodeo?

I looked into those eyes and my cock lurched in my shorts. I knew what he
was hinting at and my cock did my thinking for me.

Larry said that he saw my cock lurch in my shorts and that was the answer
he wanted.  He asked if I could hold it long enough to get to the other
side of the fairgrounds to the outdoor restrooms. I said sure. Larry used
his cell phone to call Bart and Sam to tell them to get their asses down
here as I was ready to play.

When they arrived, they had those grins on their faces that let me know I
was in for something a little kinky. Larry said we were going to go use the
open-air locker room/restrooms on the other side of the fairgrounds away
from the families. Now I knew for sure it involved some kinky sex of some
kind.

As I walked, my full bladder sloshed around. Not painful, but it was
letting me know how full it was getting. We entered the men's side of the
complex and Larry led the way to the very back. Bart used a key to what
appeared to be a maintenance door and we went inside. It was cool in
here. Must have A/C for something or other back here.

We walked down a hallway and Bart unlocked another door. We entered a room
lined with cabinets. There were a couple of stools scattered about. At the
other end of the room was another door. Very curious. I could feel more
than hear a faint rumble. I figured we must be in the main mechanical rooms
for the fairgrounds.

Sam turned to me and said that I could shuck my clothes now. Since I was
just wearing shorts and a T-shirt (I don't wear underwear, I go commando),
it was quick work. My cock was already half erect. Probably more from
needing to piss than the excitement of what was to cum.

Larry went to the door at the other end of the room. He opened it and what
I saw was not another room. There were some holes in a padded mat attached
to the wall. Then I realized it was sort of a standing stockade. A board
across the top to secure my head into (upright) and a couple of boxes at
about hand height to secure the hands, and then a board at the bottom with
ankle holes cut out. The holes in the padded surface were at nipple and
cock and ball height. Very strange contraption.

Bart unlocked all the paddle locks on the various spots and opened them
up. He motioned for me to climb in. I carefully stepped into the ankle
slots and Bart adjusted the neck board to my height. He closed and locked
my feet and neck in. I was trapped now. My cock was standing straight
up. Bobbing in anticipation.

Bart moved my hands to the boxes. There were handholds inside and then he
shut and locked my hands in. I couldn't do much now.

I heard behind me one of the cabinets open. Rummaging around in there and
then I felt straps being attached around my body to the padded board. A
thick one was put across my hips and hooked up. Then I felt them tug it
tight. This pushed my crotch up against the padded surface and my cock and
balls were now in the hole. Then there were two more straps, one around
each thigh right near my crotch. Now my crotch was firmly pressed into the
hole and I couldn't move at all.

Then two more straps were crisscrossed across my shoulders and under my
arms. When these were tightened, it pressed my chest against the pad and
now my nipples were in the holes. I couldn't move.

They asked if i was OK and I said yes.

Then I could tell that they were shutting me in as it started to get
darker. I heard Sam say for them to wait. They had forgotten
something. There was another cabinet opened and then I heard some lube
being squirted out. I felt the cold lube at my asshole and felt something
solid being pushed in. It stretched my hole. And it continued to stretch my
hole. Until, UFFF, it was in. What a fat plug that was. And it was pressing
just so against my bladder. I groaned. I needed to pee, but I didn't want
to yet as I wasn't sure what was up.

Then the door closed and I heard a lock being fasted to the door. I was
locked in. I was comfortable standing there. Actually, kind of
nice. Strapped in and not able to move. I didn't have to hold myself up as
the straps were keeping me upright. So my legs weren't getting tired. My
cock continued to bob in excitement.

I didn't have any sense of time. So I have no idea how long I was there
unattended. Then I heard noise on the other side of the panel. I heard what
I thought was shutters opening and then a breeze. I could barely hear, but
I heard voices. It was Larry and Sam talking. I felt a hand on my cock. Oh
how I needed that. It gently spread my precum around the head. Gave me a
couple of strokes. Then I felt fingers on my nipples. Gently playing with
them.

Then it stopped. Nothing. I waited and waited. Then I felt another hand on
my cock. It was a small one. Tentatively touching me. Almost hesitant. I
knew it wasn't Larry or any of the guys. Where was I? The hand kind of
played with my cock. More of an inspection than actual play. Cupped my
balls. Then it was gone.

I was alone again. Then voices. Loud drunk voices. Look. There is someone
in the box again. Its been awhile. And a rough hand grabbed my nip and gave
it a twist. I groaned. Another hand grabbed the other one and twisted the
other way. I could tell it was two different people. Then it was my cock
and balls. One mashing them into my crotch and the other playing with just
the head. I tried to buck my hips into their hands, but of course I was
trapped. Couldn't do much but just enjoy the sensations they were giving
me.

I was so close to cumming. Then the hands stopped and I was alone
again. Where was I? I don't remember anything like this at the
fairgrounds. But then, I guess I never really looked very closely at the
restrooms. I just went in and took my piss and left. Not wandered around to
see what was in here.

I heard what sounded like a cart being rolled past. Then it stopped real
close. Then I was alone again.

Another hand on my cock. This one stroked it from tip to root. A couple of
nice strokes that worked the precum out. The hand took the precum and used
it like a lotion on my balls. Worked it in well. Once he was done with
that, I felt his hands gently tugging my nips. Sort of warming them up.

Then OUCH. He attached some sort of clamp to my right nip. I braced myself
and OUCH. He did my left one. Now I know what the cart was. It was
"implements" for them to play with. I must be sort of hidden, but my body
parts must be out in the open. I suppose and area that guys know to show up
at to see if there is anything to "play" with.  Then I was left alone. The
clamps were still on my nips. I was slowly adjusting to the pain. And my
cock was still rock hard, showing its enthusiasm of the treatment my body
was getting. I was so hard I couldn't piss now if I wanted to. But my
bladder was starting to get painful. I was going to have to figure out a
way to get soft enough to piss.

Then the clamps were yanked off. Both at the same time. I let out a
yelp. Shit that hurt. I wasn't expecting it. Then something whacked just
the tip of my cock. That did it. My cock drooped. I didn't wait but pushed
my piss out and then it started to flow. Two fingers grabbed my cock right
behind the head and squeezed. I groaned. It stopped the piss. Then the
fingers let go and the flow started again. This was repeated over and
over. What agony this was. Until I was empty at last.

Then they went away. This was agony. My balls were bursting with cum and
there was nothing I could do about it. My cock was slowly inflating
again. This constant up and down. Someone playing with me and then
leaving. I was sweating. I would do almost anything for my cum to spurt out
the end of my cock. And the plug in my ass wasn't helping either. I was
clenching my ass muscles around it now, hoping it would trigger and orgasm.

In my attempt to bring myself off, I didn't notice at first, the gentle
touch to my balls. Slowly it was getting stronger. What could it be. Then I
realized it was someone's warm breath. They were gently blowing on my
balls! Then I felt a tongue gently lap at them. I groaned and my balls
jumped. MORE! Then I felt TWO tongues lathering my balls!  They were so
enthusiastic about it too. But of course they would be. Someone had smeared
my precum all over them so I bet they were tasting pretty good. Then one
tongue started lapping my cock like an ice cream cone. Root to tip. And
when it reached the tip, it would try to dig into my piss slit. Then back
again.

I could feel my balls starting to tighten up. The cum was getting ready to
spurt. Suddenly I saw stars and my cock lurched with the first volley of
cum. I shouted out. I couldn't help it. It felt so good to finally be able
to release the pent up frustration of not being able to cum. I don't
remember how many shots of cum I produced. I think I might have blacked out
it was so intense.

The next thing I remember, I was trying to catch my breath and I felt I was
alone again. But my cock was still rock hard I was so excited.

Since I was so out of it, I have no idea how long it was before I felt
hands on my cock and balls again. Then my nips. Then I felt a pinch on my
"taint" line under my balls. Then another one right next to it. Then I
through my haze, I started to feel what they were. Someone was attaching
clothes pins! They were following that seam up my ball sack. Spaced very
close together, almost touching.

Making sure the last one was in place before adding another. I felt the
pain starting to grow. But for some reason, it was pleasurable pain. Soon
he was at the base of my cock. Then he pinched some skin and started up my
cock shaft! SHIT! This was hurting now. But my cock betrayed me and I was
rock hard.

When he got to the head, he then started to place pins around the crown of
my dick head. Ouch. I groaned with each placement of the pins. I wish I
could see what it looked like. I have never had the stamina to get so many
pins on my cock and balls when I played by myself. My cock head must look
like a daisy with all the pins on there.

Then he started playing, tugging on my nips. Not putting pins on, just
working them over good. I was moaning by now. I was working myself up to
another good cum. Just because of the pain of the pins. Then he swatted my
cock and balls. I screamed in agony/ecstasy. He did it again. Over and
over, not waiting for me to finish my scream or catch my breath.

And I felt the cum churning to the surface again. One side of my mind is
trying to figure out how I could be getting off on all this pain and the
other side wishing whoever was doing this that he would hurry up. I wanted
to cum.

And then I did! Spurt after spurt. He stopped tormenting me. But now as I
came down from my orgasmic high, the pain set in. They were hurting now. I
shouted for him to take them off. And he did. But not nicely. He flicked
each one off. So they pulled/snapped off. The sting was awful. By the time
he was done, my cock was shriveled up with the pain.  Then I was alone. I
wished I could soothe my cock and balls, but I was trapped. I was alone for
quite some time this time around.

Then I felt a pair of hands on my cock and balls. Caressing them. I am sure
they were bright red from the treatment earlier. I felt a stirring and my
cock started to harden. The hands gently squeezed by balls and also started
to jack my cock to full hardness.

The hand continued to jack me. I already had cum twice today, so I knew it
would be quite some time before I came again. And I was right. The hand
continued to jack my cock. Whoever added lube periodically. But it was sure
taking time to get up the hill towards an orgasm. My cock was getting
raw. But the hands didn't stop. I almost willed myself to cum. I wanted
them to stop tormenting me. Even tho it was pleasurable, my cock was
getting sore.

On and on the hands went. Aren't they getting tired by now? My cock hurt
now from the pumping action. And then I felt my balls start to tighten. I
could feel myself approaching the point of no return. I was getting
closer. By now I was breathing rather heavily as the hands were tugging
hard now, trying to get me to cum.

And then I reached the peak. I gave a spurt or two and I was finished. It
wasn't at all a satisfying cum. The hands stopped and I was alone. My cock
ached.

Then I felt the door behind me open. Hands unbuckled the straps. I sagged,
but someone held me up while they unlocked and opened the restraints. They
gently helped me out of the box and gently let me sit on the floor.

I glanced down at my cock. It was bright red from the attention it had been
paid to today. I could even see the row of marks on my cock head left by
the pins.

Sam and Larry and Bart stood there smiling down at me.

What a day this had been