From: evelandj@cgsvax.claremont.edu
Subject: JACK Part 1 (mm,sm)
Date: 24 Feb 1994 22:37:35 GMT
Organization: CGS

                               PART I
  
      Jack was bored. It had been a busy week at work, 
getting increasingly frustrated with everyone and everything  
-- and now here it was Friday evening, and he found himself  
just sitting around staring idly at the TV and wishing 
something would happen to add a bit of spice to his life.  
Idly he rubbed his firm, well-muscled stomach through the  
tight latex of the exercise shorts he liked to wear in his  
off hours, cupping his smooth and tapering 7 inches and  
hefty ball sac in a delicate embrace. The abbreviated tank 
top that he wore showed off his wide shoulders to excellent 
advantage, and gave the impression of added height to his 
basic 5'9". "Well,", he thought, "maybe I'll sign  onto the 
BBS and see if anything's happening...modem sex is better 
than nothing!"
 
   Moving to the computer, Jack flicked a few switches,  
then heard the familiar beeps and whirrs as the machine  
powered up. Bringing up his modem program, he heard the  
dialing notes chirp away, then the screen lit up with the  
usual messages...none. "Ah well," he muttered, "another  
evening shot to hell..."
 
   Suddenly a beep from the machine caught his attention. He 
was being paged to chat with a guy he had known slightly a 
couple of years ago. "Why not?" he thought. With the 
connection made, his acquaintance lost no time in coming to 
the point. "I'm having a small party tonight..." read the 
screen. "Wanta come?" Jack was practically out the door 
before he remembered he'd better sign off and disconnect the 
machine...
 
   Parking his car a block or so away, Jack approached the 
address he'd been given with some hesitancy. For one thing, 
the house was entirely dark except for some small barely 
perceptible flickering lights at a few of the windows.  
"Candles?" wondered Jack. For another, the entrance seemed 
to be rather deep set into the side of the house, presenting 
a rather foreboding way in. But this was clearly the address 
he'd been given, and the general description of the place 
matched. "Well", he thought", let's see what's up here." He 
climbed the three steps and stepped up to the heavy oak 
door.
 
   All hell broke loose... all without a sound! At least 
three, possibly four figures, all clothed completely in 
supple black leather, suddenly emerged from the surrounding 
shadows and converged on Jack. The first thing he was aware 
of was his arms being seized, hauled roughly behind him, and 
a pair of steel handcuffs snapping tight on his wrists. Jack 
had never been handcuffed before, and the feeling of tight 
restraint combined with the coldness of the steel send 
little shocks of mingled pain and pleasure traveling up and 
down his arms. As his captors tightened their grip on his 
arms, he felt a sudden quick chill as his shorts and shirt 
were abruptly cut away with the snick of a straight razor or 
a switchblade. Jack found himself suddenly naked, his cock 
popping free from the ruins of the spandex, his balls 
contracting and his nipples expanding in the suddenly cool 
air.
 
	He might have cried out, except for the next 
addition, a tight-fitting leather hood pulled quickly over 
his head and fastened in place with something firm, probably 
Velcro straps. The hood had a nosepiece that covered his 
nose but not his nostrils; he could breathe fine. He could 
feel eye holes in the leather, but they seemed to be covered 
with patches shutting out all light. Finally, the hood's 
mouth opening was fitted with a removable gag that 
effectively cut him off from crying out. The smoothness of 
the leather, its delicate scent permeating his 
consciousnessThis was a brand new set of sensations for 
Jack, but sensations, it suddenly burst through to him, that 
he had been both seeking and hiding from for years...
   
   All this took place in a matter of seconds, though to 
Jack it seemed that each one was drawn out and filled with 
new and unusual feelings. His captors. however, wasted no 
time. The door slid open, and Jack was unceremoniously 
rushed inside, across a large room, and down a broad set of 
stairs. The hood prevented his seeing not only those who 
were holding him, but any of the place into which he had 
been brought. The two who gripped his arms were slightly 
taller and considerably more muscular than he was, and from 
the feel of their bodies next to him, they wore the same 
kind of supple black leather than made up his hood. Jack had 
a vague impression of several other people in the room into 
which he had been brought...but no way to confirm it. Not a 
sound had yet been uttered from beginning to now.
 
   Now Jack heard two or three more individuals advancing on 
him. He felt his legs pulled apart, so that he stood with 
them widely spread. Then he felt leather restraints being 
slipped into place and strapped around his ankles. His arms, 
still in the handcuffs, were pulled back and leather cuffs 
strapped around them above where the cuffs rested. A broad 
leather collar went around his neck, and a set of leather 
harnesses around his shoulders and waist. "Well", he 
thought, "this is OK...nothing I can't handle" 
 
   They were clearly ahead of him. Before he had even 
adjusted to the harnesses, he found himself suddenly bent 
forward over a bench or block of some sort. Suddenly the gag 
stifled a scream. ...a butt plug of at least 6 inches in 
length was shoved into his ass! This was as large as 
anything he'd ever taken, and the sensation was amazing! 
Just as quickly he was flipped over, and a leather cock and 
ball harness was popped on. By this time, he was about two-
thirds hard, and they had to slap his cock several times 
very hard to get it down to the point where the harness 
could be attached.
 
   Next he found himself pulled up and quick marched across 
the room to a wall. The wall was made of rough brick. Jack 
was turned back to the wall, his legs pulled apart and his 
arms pulled out and up. He felt the clips in the restraints 
being fastened to bolts of some sort in the wall. His collar 
was likewise fastened to two bolts so that he could hardly 
move his head. As he stood there immobilized, two extra 
refinements were added...a set of weights to the ball 
harness, pulling his balls down and apart, and a set of 
metal tit clamps fastened together on a chain, with a weight 
slung between them. Now, for the first time since this had 
all started, Jack was left alone, strung up to the wall...  
 

                            PART II
 
    Inside his hood, Jack quickly lost all sense of time. 
All of his consciousness was bound up with various 
sensations...the scent of the leather, the tightness of the 
restraints on his wrists and ankles, the roughness of the 
bricks against his naked back, the sharp pain of the tit 
clamps, the duller pain in his stretched balls.  Perhaps 
pain was by now not quite the right word. Rather, the pain 
that had washed over him in waves when the devices were 
first applied had now settled into a warm glow that 
penetrated throughout his body. It was not that it no longer 
hurt...just that the hurt had been translated into something 
vastly more profound. 
 
   Just as Jack was beginning to become aware of cramps in 
his spread legs, the room again filled with figures. Not 
being able to see, he couldn't judge how many...but from the 
sounds of motion, it was clearly several. The room fell 
silent, and Jack felt a sense of foreboding. With the 
hypersensitivity brought on by simultaneous sensory overload 
and deprivation, he felt a figure approach and stand about 
four feet in front of him. 
 
   With a sudden movement, the tit clamps were removed from 
Jack's nipples. This brought a sudden rush of agony that 
almost made him cry out, fading quickly to a throbbing in 
which pain and pleasure were equally matched. Likewise, the 
ball weights and harness were removed. With the harness 
removed, his cock immediately filled to its full 7" 
capacity, vibrating and throbbing in the cool air of the 
basement room. Jack was given little time to contemplate 
what was coming next. He began to feel a series of little 
ticks, small strokes striking various parts of his body. He 
realized that he was being worked on with the tip of a 
riding crop, probably more than one.
 
   Initially, the strokes were light, almost caressing. 
Gradually, however, they began to increase in pace and 
intensity, flicking little tongues of quick pain at random 
up and down Jack's body. Every so often a stroke would catch 
one of his still-engorged nipples, causing him to arch his 
back suddenly...or land on his balls, still feeling the 
effects of their stretching. The worst/best strokes were 
those that caught his stiffened cock either across the 
engorged tip or further back along the shaft. His cock was 
so hard that almost any contact with it could be felt as far 
away as his teeth! But his captors were careful not to 
concentrate on his more sensitive zones out of 
proportion...and never so that he could develop any 
anticipation at all of where the next strokes were coming.  

   Jack had no sense at all of now much time elapsed during 
this process. All he could feel was the rush of sensation, 
the play of strokes over his body, the sound of the crops 
moving through the air toward his flesh, and now and again 
the particularly exquisite pain of a blow to the nipple or 
cock...he was lost in the wash of feeling.
 
   Suddenly it was over. Jack's restraints were unhooked 
from the wall, and he found himself again held tightly in 
the grasp of muscular figures clad in leather. Quickly he 
was hauled across the room. His hands were once again raised 
in the air, and fastened to some form of open-air frame of 
wood. His ankles were again pulled apart, and secured to a 
lower portion of the frame.
 
   Now the whip attention shifted to Jack's back. The riding 
crop work on his front continued at a slower pace just 
enough to remind him what it felt like but a series of 
heavier, more serious strokes began to fall on his shoulders 
and ass. This was not done with a simple riding crop it was 
obviously a significantly larger, more flexible, and more 
powerful whip. The person applying the strokes was obviously 
a master he knew just where the border between pain and 
pleasure was in his strokes, and kept moving back and forth 
across it...now a caress, now a serious hurting blow...but 
with an overall balance that kept Jack on the edge of 
ecstasy.
 
   Jack slowly became aware of a new sensation. While the 
whip work did not abate, Jack felt a tingling begin in his 
balls a sensation that, it suddenly came through to him, was 
a tongue slip-sliding around and over his well-stretched 
ball sac...now sucking in one, both balls...now running up 
to the base of the shaft, now running back downward toward 
the crack of his ass. His initial reaction was to thrust 
forward toward the searching mouth. As he did so, however, 
an extra-serious whip stroke checked his movement. He 
realized that he was not to move, and that any overt 
response on his part would bring retaliation.
 
   Now the tongue began to move onto Jack's swollen cock. 
First with a series of delicate tongue strokes, up and down 
the shaft, around the head, fluttering back down to the 
base. He felt the tongue tracing the veins that lined the 
surface, up and back, up and back. Around the head the 
tongue went, pausing to insert itself into the slit, then 
down the V on the bottom. Finally, after what seemed hours 
of this, the mouth gradually slipped over the organ, and 
began its slow descent down the shaft, taking all of Jack's 
length into the throat..the lips gently nibbling as they 
slid down, the tongue playing continually with the parts of 
the head and shaft already inside. Finally, the lips reached 
the end, buried deep in the dark brown curls of Jack's pubic 
hair...
    Jack was driven nearly wild by the collective set of 
sensations...the continuing strokes to his back and front, 
the tightness of his bonds, and of course the incredible 
slipperiness of what had to be the best blow-job he had ever 
received. Plus his trying hard not to respond overtly to any 
of these sensations provided an extra element of feeling!
 
   The mouth continued to work on his cock, gradually 
picking up the pace. Jack knew that he couldn't hold out 
much longer...but he was also afraid of what would happen if 
he let fly. In the end, nature had his way...he felt the cum 
rising deep in his balls, pushing up the shaft with an 
irresistible force. Totally out of control, his back arched 
and a low growl escaped the gag he still wore. His cock 
pulsed like a mad thing, pouring a flood of pearl-gray cum 
into the waiting mouth of his tormentor. Jet after jet 
ripped from the slit, hurling itself many inches into the 
air. Jack slumped in his bonds as a furious rain of blows 
fell on both his back and front, causing an extra set of 
spasms to shake his already drained body.  
 
   Jack felt himself being unhooked from the frame.  
Fatigue, brought on by a combination of pain and pleasure 
both in previously unheard-of amounts was coming over him. 
He felt himself gradually slipping into sleep.
 

                             PART III
 
   When Jack gradually came back to consciousness, the first 
thing that he realized was that he could see again, for the 
first time since this whole episode had started. He was 
still hooded, but the patches that has covered the eye holes 
had been removed, as had the gag. The mouth hole was now 
open. 
 
   He then gradually began to take in his other 
surroundings. He was in a small room, a sort of cell, walled 
and paved entirely with stone. There were no windows. At the 
narrow end of the room there was a metal door, set with a 
small high window with a shutter, now closed. There was also 
a lower window, perhaps 3 feet high, also shuttered. The 
room was at least 12 feet high; light came from a panel 
inset into the ceiling. There were no furnishings in the 
room.
 
   Jack found himself lying on a pile of straw in one corner 
of the room. The good news was that his leather restraints 
had been removed. The bad news was that they had been 
replaced with steel shackles heavy bands about his wrists 
and ankles. Both wrists and ankles were chained together 
with short chains, perhaps a foot in length. In addition, 
chains ran from his ankles to a ringbolt attached to the 
leather harness that had been put onto him earlier, a 
ringbolt centered just over his navel. His wrists were 
likewise fastened to the ringbolt, and in addition chains 
ran from his wrists to rings on either side of the heavy 
leather collar he also wore.
 
   He tried to stand, and quickly dissevered that he would 
have to do so hunched over, given the length of his leg 
chains. All things considered, it might be better to lie 
back down and find out what was going to happen.
 
   Apparently someone was watching, because the next step 
was not long in coming. The upper panel in the door flashed 
open, and Jack had an impression of a black-hooded eye 
scanning him. The upper panel shut with a click. Almost im
mediately the lower panel clicked open, and a particularly 
well-shaped cock and set of balls popped through the panel 
into Jack's cell.
 
   Jack was learning. He realized that his performance in 
this prison glory-hole would be importantly related to what 
happened from here on out. Moreover, the whole scene had 
rendered Jack so incredibly horny that he would have needed 
little if any encouragement to service the invading cock in 
any event.
 
   Jack clanked his way across the cell floor, and knelt in 
front of the hole. He realized that he would be confined to 
his mouth, since his hands would not reach up in their 
chains to help. But Jack had always thought himself a pretty 
good cock sucker, and looked forward to working on this one. 
He began tonguing the head gently, then moved down to take 
the heavy balls into his mouth. They were too large for him 
to take in both at once, but he alternated sucking them for 
a while, then moved back to the cock itself. By now it was 
hard, almost 8 inches of gorgeous man flesh with a thick 
veined shaft and a very large head. 

	As his lips ran up and down the shaft, he noted 
with some interest that the body to which it was attached 
had been shaven clean...not even stubble reflected the 
presence of hair. Moreover, the guy had obviously been 
tanning naked, since there was none of the pasty whiteness 
that often characterizes newly shaved organs. Jack could not 
see much of him, but he was apparently wearing a pair of 
leather chaps leaving his cock and balls hanging free. 
 
   He continued to suck the cock, working it alternately 
with his lips and tongue. As his lips closed over the head, 
he could feel the guy's body twitch with pleasure. In and 
out, in and out, he could feel the silky smoothness of the 
cock skin under his tongue, feel the veins that knobbed the 
surface, feel the ridge of flesh where the shaft gave way to 
the head. As his lips closed over the head, he could taste 
the salty drops of precum that leaked from the slit in slow 
progression. His lips moved up and down, up and down, 
tracing the smooth course of the cock. As his movements 
became gradually faster, so too did the movements of the 
cock. Suddenly, with a quick thrust, the cock erupted with a 
white flood of cum, filling Jack's mouth to overflowing. He 
couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with the rush as it 
poured from the tip of the cock he'd been worshipping. He 
concentrated on getting as much as he could. He ran his 
tongue up and down the shaft, milking out extra drops of the 
salty-sweet stuff. The cock gave obliging little quivers as 
he completed his service.
 
   A moment later, it was gone...and almost instantly 
replaced with another! This one was rather 
different...smaller, not more than 6" hard, but quite thick, 
at least one and a half inches in diameter. The balls were 
smaller also, and also shaved smooth. The skin showed a 
darker, almost olive tone. When Jack took it into his mouth 
it had a salty taste, not unpleasant but as though he'd been 
swimming in the ocean and hadn't showered afterwards. Jack 
thought it was one of the sexiest tastes he'd ever ex
perienced...
 
   All told, Jack worked his way through six different guys 
at his small glory hole. It was a fascinating array of 
tastes, looks, and feels...some large cocks, some rather 
small...some fast cumming, some slow...some with lots of 
cum, some with little. By the time the door snicked shut 
after the last one, Jack was pretty tired out. He'd had 
quite a mouth workout...and a considerable high-protein 
lunch as well! The only frustration was not being able to 
touch his own cock...the chains from his hands to the collar 
made it almost impossible to reach his cock without bending 
into extremely uncomfortable positions.  Jack lay back on 
his straw and relaxed.
 

                            PART IV
 
   Jack did not have too long to wait. After about an hour, 
spent largely feeling the weight of his chains, his door was 
suddenly flung open and three black leather clad figures 
entered. Two of them wore the open-front chaps that left 
cock and balls exposed, and Jack was able to recognize them 
as two of the guys he had serviced through the door some 
time ago. The third wore complete black. All wore leather 
hoods that gave no hints as to their features.
   
   The leader gestured, and the two assistants seized Jack's 
arms and hauled him upright. The leader then produced a 
couple of small leather patches, and with a quick gesture 
once again closed the eye holes in Jack's mask; once again 
he was left in the dark. He then felt the greater part of 
his chains being removed. The harness and collar were left 
in place, but the wrist and ankle shackles that kept him 
from moving were gone. He was then propelled out of the 
cell, down a short corridor, and up a flight of stairs.
 
   He and his captors emerged into what he could sense was a 
rather large and high-ceilinged room. He could hear other 
people in the background, but not clearly. He was moved 
across the floor, and suddenly flung backward onto a sort of 
padded bench with solid sides. His arms and legs went down 
the sides of the bench, and his naked torso lay on the seat 
of the bench. He was not surprised when his arms and legs 
were quickly secured to the sides of the bench with straps.  
   
	Nothing happened for a matter of moments. Then 
Jack felt a most curious sensation in his groin. It took a 
few more moments for him to realize that his pubic hair was 
being removed with scissors. When the bulk of the hair had 
been cut away, he felt the gentle scraping of a straight 
razor, working on what remained. While Jack had never 
particularly wanted to be shaved, he realized that he was a 
lot better off remaining quiet as long as a straight razor 
was poised at his genitals! The razor worked quickly and 
efficiently, removing hair from Jack's chest, belly, groin, 
and legs. Part way through the process, Jack was flipped 
over on the bench so that his ass and the backs of his legs 
could also be shaved. In the process, his butt plug was 
finally removed.
 
   With the shaving complete, he was unstrapped from the 
bench, and pulled a little way across the floor. Suddenly he 
found himself upended into some sort of leather apparatus. 
It took him a few moments to realize that he was in a sling, 
with his ass upended for the world! His legs were pulled 
into the air and strapped in place, and his arms likewise. 
He was as effectively immobilized as any of his former 
situations.
 
   Abruptly Jack felt the rim of a glass bottle being 
applied under his nose, and he smelled the tell-tale aroma 
of first-rate amyl. Now for this he needed no encouragement! 
He took a hefty hit, felt the bottle moved to his other 
nostril, and took a second inhale. As the bottle withdrew, 
he hardly noticed; he was swooping up through the 
atmosphere! Gradually he became aware of the presence of a 
large dildo moving into his ass...it felt to be at least 9 
inches in length and 1-2 inches thick. This was large by 
Jack's ordinary standards, but after this evening, who knew 
what ordinary meant? All Jack knew was that it felt 
wonderful as it roughly worked into and out his ass.
 
   Then yet another sensation intervened. Jack felt a 
wetness at the tip of his cock, and a gradually increasing 
sense of pressure in the shaft itself. It took him a minute 
to realize what was happening he was being catheterized! 
He'd never experienced this before! It was an amazing 
sensation, as the probe moved down his cock and through the 
prostate and all the while his ass was being worked on. The 
feeling of pressure, of gentle internal massage from both 
sides, gave Jack a sense of centeredness that was rare in 
his life.
 
   After a while, both the catheter and the dildo were 
withdrawn. The next think Jack knew, his mouth was being 
presented with a really gigantic cock...being able to 
measure to only with his tongue, he estimated it to be 10 
inches or more, and correspondingly thick. Jack was 
surprised at the ease with which he was able to swallow the 
monster; perhaps it had something to do with the position of 
the sling. Greedily he sucked up and down the shaft, 
tonguing the head around and around. At the same time, he 
became aware that both his nipples were being sucked...teeth 
grabbed at them, pulled, bit gently, then released...tongues 
circled and flicked...lips sucked them up...Given how 
swollen his tits were from the earlier clamps, the 
sensations were overwhelming.
 
   But it wasn't over yet. The monster dick that he'd been 
sucking was withdrawn, to be replaced by a somewhat smaller 
but still sweet cock. But he wasn't done with the first one 
yet! A sudden pressure at his asshole let him know that his 
assailant was simple trading one orifice for another! The 
gigantic cock slid into his well-prepared ass with hardly a 
moment's pause, and Jack felt the fat ball-sac that he'd 
been sucking on a moment before begin to thud against his 
ass cheeks as the cock thrust into him with increasing 
rapidity.
 
   Just when Jack was sure that he couldn't handle another 
thing, he felt a warm mouth slip readily over his cock. He 
had been rock hard ever since the catheter had been 
withdrawn, and now another of the party was going to take 
advantage of his spectacular hard  on. This one really knew 
how to suck! His specialty was deep  throating, held for 
what seemed like minutes at a time...with the head of Jack's 
cock being gently massaged by the muscles in the back of his 
throat. It was truly a wild new sensation! Then he'd come up 
for air, working on Jack's shaft with lips and tongue, using 
his tongue into Jack's slit to gather the drops of precum 
that were steadily dripping out. Back and forth he went, 
working Jack to a frenzy but skillfully knowing when to back 
off if Jack showed signs of cumming.
 
   At some point Jack felt the cock in his ass twitch and 
jerk, and he became aware that his fucker had finally shot 
his load. But he hardly noticed, since that cock was almost 
immediately replaced by another, and another. Periodically 
the cock he was sucking would cum and even as the cum 
dripped from his mouth onto his shaven chest, he would have 
another to work on. At intervals, the bottle would appear 
and offer magic hits. And all the time the one sucking him 
kept him just on the narrow edge of orgasm himself.
 
   Finally nothing could be denied any more. As it happened, 
his current ass-fucker and the one he was sucking came 
within seconds of each other. This brought Jack up to the 
very edge...and this time his sucker led him over! His 
orgasm started somewhere deep inside him...formed, bloomed, 
outward and upward. The ferocious siege of cum that splashed 
from his cock, first into an eager waiting mouth, then into 
the air and all over both Jack and his assailants, was only 
one part of it. Another wave moved through his bowels into 
his ass, grabbing the cock still in-thrust and wringing yet 
new waves of juice from it. Another wave moved through his 
tits, sore and engorged as they were, causing them to 
vibrate and practically glow. Other waves moved through his 
entire body, causing it to twist in its bonds and feel the 
force of the sensation through every part.
 
   Jack lay there in the sling, wholly at peace with himself 
and the world. Somehow it had never occurred to him earlier 
that the road here led through bondage and humiliation and 
pain inflicted by anonymous strangers, but in the hours in 
this strange house he had discovered many new things about 
himsnt he didn't know if they were going to 
let him go, keep him for more go-arounds, or whatever...but 
it was fine with him in any case. He now knew where his 
sexual destiny lay...and he knew that there would be many 
more orgasms like this last one in the years ahead! He could 
hardly wait!