Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 05:43:31 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: SpringTraining 02, by Justin Davis (M/t,bd,nc,reluc,oral,anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and
men.  If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this
story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are
not allowed to read this story by law.

The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of
fiction.  The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any
of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story.

Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch
only what I want them to.  In real life, safe sex is the only way to go.  It
is smart.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has
been posted, without the consent of the author.

Author's note: A special thanks to David T, my copy editor, who has helped so
much with past, and I hope, future stories.  Constructive comments are always
welcome and may be sent to Justin0398@aol.com



Spring Training
by
Justin Davis

Chapter Two


Sixteen-year-old David Sims' wrists hurt and his ankles hurt as well.
Standing for hours, with his wrists and ankles shackled to the wall, was
beginning to take its toll.  He squirmed a little to try and get some relief
but very little was afforded him.

David had gotten used to the nipple clamps, although initially he had
shrieked aloud with pain as his Uncle Dalton had attached each one.  Now,
there was just a dull pain radiating from his nipples, a pain that made him
uncomfortable but one that he could tolerate.  David twitched nervously, as
the door to the basement opened, then eyed his uncle as he walked across the
room, then stood before him menacingly.

"Well, I guess you have had these on long enough for now," David's uncle
said, as he reached out and roughly removed both nipple clamps from David's
tits.

"Ow!" David hollered in response.

In fact to David, having the clamps removed that way, after they had been on
for hours, seemed to hurt as much as having them put on initially.

"John and I have your room prepared now," David's uncle said, looking David
straight in the eyes.

Just then, Dalton's lover, John, entered the room.  David noticed he held
something like a wide, black, leather belt in one hand to which was attached
a single manacle on either side.  To David, the belt looked not unlike the
ones he had seen the jailers use to transport prisoners the short time he was
in the county jail.

In the other hand John carried a large, blue, bowl, partially draped with a
towel that looked somewhat like one that would be found in a hotel room many
years ago.  David couldn't imagine what that was for.  But he would soon find
out.

"We are going to move you to your new room in a minute.  But first, we have
some business to take care of." David's uncle said.

David noticed John reach into his rear pocket and pull out what looked like
an electric razor.  In fact, that is what it was.

"John is going to shave you now, I suggest you be real still or you might get
hurt." David's uncle warned.

John turned on the electric razor and approached closer to David.  In
response, David began to wiggle and squirm, that is until John lowered the
razor toward his groin area.

"Aw man!  Don't do that! Aw man, this is sick!" David protested as the razor
began to trim his pubes down to nothing.

"When you have proven yourself worthy we may decide to let you have some hair
again." David's uncle flatly stated.

David shot his uncle a hateful glance at his words, and watched helplessly as
John trimmed his pubes, then the hair from his navel to his crotch, then his
underarms, then what little he had on his shins.  He tried hard not to show
how this humiliation affected him, but the fact that he began to tear up
didn't go unnoticed by either Dalton or John.

When John finished with the electric razor, he sat it aside on one of the
nearby tables.

"Dalton, will you get me the other things now?" John asked his lover.

Dalton exited the room to fetch whatever it was John needed.

David eyed John closely; as he removed the towel draped over the blue bowl
and partially wet it with some of the water that it contained, just about at
the time that his uncle returned to the room with a can of shaving cream and
a safety razor.

David's body tensed as John began to use the towel to moisten the parts of
his body that had just been shaved with the electric razor.  Then, John took
the can of shaving cream from Dalton and began to apply it to David's groin
area, his underarms, his shins, and any other part of his body were any
stubble remained that the electric razor had not gotten.

"I suggest you be real still now white boy. I wouldn't want to cut anything
off!" John stated, as he began to shave David's groin area with the razor.

David didn't know whether it was the feeling of the shaving cream on his
skin, or the feeling of the razor, as John saved his balls, but for whatever
reason, he began to get an erection.

David tried to counteract what his body was doing.  After all, there was no
way he was enjoying any of what was happening to him.  Yet it was no use.
By the time John was ready to shave any stubble from the base of David's
cock, it was very easy to do.  David was rock hard.

"Oh my! What have we here?" John commented, as he took David's now hard cock
in one hand and shaved the base of it smooth, then let go of it.  It made an
audible plop against his belly when he did so.

By the time John began to shave under David's arms, David's eight-inch cock
was standing up only a few inches out from his navel throbbing with each beat
of his heart.  Unfortunately, David's condition only got worse, so much so in
fact, that by the time John was shaving David's shins, there was a ribbon of
pre-cum running from the tip of David's cock down the shaft toward his balls.


When he was finished shaving David's shins, John rinsed the towel in the
washbasin and began to wipe the remaining shaving cream from David's body.
David remained silent, until John began to clean the remnants of shaving
cream off his cock.

"Unnh!"  David exclaimed, as John cleaned every crevice of his aching tool
with the moist towel.

John, who was very much an expert in at giving pleasure, or pain, as the case
might be, lingered longer than he really had to at the task in order to bring
David right to the edge of erupting.  Once he recognized the signals David's
body was giving off, he quickly turned his attention to cleaning other parts
of David's body.

"Ah!" David exclaimed loudly, as the wonderful tingles left him as swiftly as
they had begun.

When he was finished, John stepped back and admired his handy work.

"Slick as a baby's butt." he commented, as he inspected David's body.

It was a statement which was quite true.  With the exception of the hair on
his head, which was already in a buzz-cut anyway, David's body was now
totally devoid of any sign of hair.

"I am going to let you loose now," Dalton said.

John placed the towel on the table next to the bowl, then picked up the wide
leather belt with the manacles, approached David, put the belt around David's
waste, and then secured it.

"When I unfasten your wrists, you are to put them down at your sides,"
David's uncle instructed.

Dalton released first one, then the other, of David's wrists from the metal
bands that had held them pinned to the wall.  David lowered each wrist to his
sides as he was told to do and John locked a manacle around each one. Then,
David's uncle  unfastened the metal bands around David's ankles.

"We are going to take you to your room now," David's uncle stated.

"Any trouble, and you will seriously regret it," he continued.

Both men took David by an arm and escorted him out of the basement room, up a
short flight of stairs, then down a short hall.  They stopped just outside a
closed door.

"This will be your room." David's uncle said, and then opened the door.

There wasn't very much for David to see as the two men guided him into the
small ten-foot by ten-foot windowless room.

Up against the far wall was what looked a metal cot upon which rested a thin,
uncovered, mattress and an uncovered pillow.  Up against another wall, to
David's right, there was a toilet, and next to that, what David recognized as
a metal shower stall.  There wasn't much else to see, other than a small
wooden table and the chair that accompanied it.

"Well, make yourself at home." David's uncle said.

"You are going to be here for awhile," he continued, as he and his lover John
turned to leave the room.

"Hey, aren't you guys gonna undo me?" David asked, then looked down at the
belt that held his wrists securely fastened at his sides.

"No!" his uncle replied.

"Well, how am I supposed to, well you know--" David said, motioning his head
toward the toilet and shower.

"I figure you'll find a way," David's uncle said, as he and his lover left
the room and closed the door behind them.

The sound of the lock made David's heart sink even deeper than the sparseness
of the room.  He looked at the door and for the first time noticed that it
had a small, mirrored pane located near the top.

"One way glass!" David thought to himself.

Then, for the first time in his captivity, David realized that he needed to
pee.

David walked over to the toilet, straddled it with his legs, squatted a
little, and then purged his bladder.  When he was finished, David lifted his
left leg, and with the toes of his left foot, depressed the lever that
flushed the toilet.  Dalton and John, who had been watching David through the
one-way glass in the door, looked at each other and smiled.

"He is a fast learner," John stated.

"No one ever said he was stupid John," Dalton replied.

"Let's just hope he learns everything else as fast," John replied, as they
both turned and headed down the hallway.

Unbeknown to David, the belt, which bound his wrists to his sides, had a
two-fold purpose.  Most importantly, it kept him from being free enough to
cause any trouble.  Secondarily, it kept his hands bound in such a way that
he could not touch any part of his body.  In effect, there was no way David
could remotely reach his penis.  Though that thought had not occurred to him,
other than how difficult it had made it to urinate, David would be confronted
with the need to touch himself soon enough, especially given the fact that he
had been used to jerking himself off, when he wasn't getting a blow job, at
least twice a day.

David looked around the room again, sighed, lay on his back on the cot, and
soon went to sleep.  It was early the next morning, when David was awakened
by the sound of the lock on the door.

"Alright sleeping beauty, time to get up," his uncle said entering the room.

David noticed that his uncle had a bowl of something in his hand.

"Doesn't he ever wear anything but those stupid leather pants and boots?"
David thought to himself as his uncle walked toward the table.

"Here's your breakfast," his uncle said, and placed what looked like a pie
pan containing oatmeal on the table.

"You better eat up, cause that's all you get right now," his uncle stated.

David swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up, and began to walk
toward the table.  It wasn't until he was about halfway there that he
realized he had a piss hard.  He stopped, looked at his uncle, and began to
blush.

"Nice cock," Uncle Dalton said, then smiled, winked, and moved toward David.

David blushed even more.

"I bet a nice cock like that really needs to get worked on a lot," David's
uncle said, then reached out and grabbed David's hard eight-inch tool with
his hand.

David immediately jerked away. His uncle laughed loudly at his reaction then
spoke.

"Well my bashful little nephew, you will want that thing touched soon enough.
 In fact, you will be begging for it to be touched before too long."

David just blinked in response.

"You have little time to eat, so eat, piss, shit, or whatever, and I will be
back," David's uncle continued.

"Today is your lucky day my little punk nephew.  It is the day we begin your
spring training," his uncle stated, chuckled sadistically, turned, left the
room, and then locked the door behind him.

His Uncle Dalton's parting words sent chills down David's spine.

Whether it was the humiliation of having to eat the mush his uncle had
brought him like a dog, or whether it was the taste of the stuff, or the
mention of something called spring training, David didn't know, but his
erection soon went away.

After he had finished lapping up the oatmeal, David wiped his mouth on his
arm then he went over to the toilet and urinated.  After he had finished, and
once again flushed the toilet using his foot, he headed back across the room.
 Suddenly, he felt very groggy and unsteady and just made it to the edge of
the bed before his legs collapsed under him and things went black.

Thirty minutes later, as he began to awake, David was at first vaguely aware
that his arms were suspended over his head.  Then, as the fog from the
knockout drug his uncle had slipped into his food began to wear off even
more, he realized he was hanging from his wrists. David shook his head to
clear some more of the fog from his brain and looked upward.

As his eyes focused more clearly, David realized that indeed his wrists were
shackled together and attached to a chain that went upward and through a
pulley that was attached to a wooden beam.  He then tried to move his legs,
but found that he couldn't. David glanced down at his feet and found the
reason why.

Each of his ankles were fastened securely to each end of a metal spreader
bar, which in effect, firmly secured his legs and kept them spread apart.
David moaned, both at the ache he was now feeling in his arms as well as the
new predicament he was now in.

As his head cleared further, David glanced around the room and was puzzled by
much of what he saw.  Some of the items, located on various tables and
shelves around the room, were totally foreign to him. Others, the four pairs
of handcuffs, the various pairs of nipple clamps, and the whips, he did
recognize. As to many of the other items, however, David had not the
slightest clue as to what they were for. Then, there was a sound as the door
across the room was unlocked. David turned his head toward the sound in
response.

The door opened and David's Uncle Dalton, and his lover John, entered the
room.  This time, both men were completely naked, except for the black boots
that both of them seemed to wear constantly.  David eyed the two men
carefully as they shut the door behind them and walked toward him.

David noticed that each of the men had a wide, gold, ring around the base of
their cock and balls and both had no pubic hair. Although David had never
seen his uncle naked before, he was quick to note that his uncle had a cock
not unlike his.

However, it was John's cock that caught the focus of David's attention.  The
thing literally swung from side to side, like some chocolate-brown summer
sausage, as John walked. It was the largest soft cock David had ever seen in
his life and his eyes remained riveted to it as both men approached him.
However, David's attention to John's cock didn't go un-noticed.

"Hey John.  I think he likes your cock." Dalton said, as the two men stopped
in front of David.

"You like that cock don't you boy?" Uncle Dalton asked.

David didn't respond.  He just looked at his uncle with all the hatred and
defiance he could muster.

"I asked you a question you little fucker!" David's uncle shouted.

David's body flinched, rattling the chains that he hung from in surprise at
the intensity of his uncle's outburst.

"No!" David said.

"No what?" his uncle asked.

David hesitated in his reply, which was unfortunate.

Almost at lightning speed, John picked up a flat strap of leather from one of
the tables and landed it squarely across David's abs.

"Mmpppff" David grunted, and gasped for breath, his body swinging at the end
of the chains from the force of the blow.

"Now I want you to listen to me carefully," David's uncle said in a somewhat
mild but ominous tone.

"When you are asked a question you will answer.  When you are told to do
something by either John or myself you will do it.  You will learn to obey.
That is going to be the first lesson you will learn," his uncle stated.

"I realize "obey" is not a word that is in your vocabulary right now.  In
fact, you have been rather a shit toward your mother and everyone around you.
 But, my little stud-muffin, you will learn the word before long and you will
be eager to do so," his uncle added.

"Fuck you you pervert fag!" David shot back, in words so full of hate they
sounded like they were literally being spit from his mouth.

Almost immediately, another loud smack of leather on flesh filled the room as
John lashed out with the leather strap directly over David's groin area.

David grunted from the pain, as his tethered body swung from the force of the
blow.

"Now dear nephew, you were asked a question I believe.  You like John's cock
don't you?" David's uncle asked calmly.

David glared back at his uncle, his eyes filled with determination and hate.

"I don't like no dude's dick, especially some black faggots dick!" David
responded.

"Well John, I guess sometimes kids just got to learn." His uncle said, then
nodded to his lover John.

What happened next would have been enough to make anyone cringe.

Methodically, and expertly, John applied the leather strap to David's body.

Tough guy that he was, David grunted in response to the blows.  There was no
way he was going to give his faggot uncle and his boyfriend the satisfaction
of knowing how much he was being hurt.

David continued to grit his teeth and grunt, as John worked the leather strap
over his stomach, thighs, and buttocks, leaving red strap marks on his smooth
skin.  Yet, not a cry came forth from David's mouth.

John, who was an expert with the strap, and other things, stopped for a
moment, turned, laid the strap on the nearby table, and then picked up a more
sinister looking object.

The object John now held in his hand, for want of a better term, looked like
a small ridding crop with four pieces of leather, each about a foot long,
attached to it.  David eyed John warily as John approached him with the
strange looking object.

Expertly, and not too forcefully at first, so as to give David just a little
taste of what the specially made crop could do, John began to lash David's
cock and balls.  David's jaw clenched tightly, and he grunted loudly, at the
first blows of the new tool John was wielding.  Then, John increased the
forcefulness of his strokes. To David, it felt as though a million bees were
stinging him in his most tender areas and he began to loose whatever resolve
he had mustered.

At first, there was just a small yelp, not unlike the trickle that begins the
destruction of a damn. Then there was a more audible exclamation, as John's
blows were concentrated on the head of David's cock.  Then, as John increased
the ferocity of his strokes even more, David's screams began to fill the
room.

"Oh god, please don't, please!" David shrieked just prior to the next blows
falling against his balls.

For a good five minutes or so, Uncle Dalton's lover, John, artfully wielded
the leather strands over David's naked body.  David's screams soon turned to
squeals, at every application of the crop, and he began to cry. Then, just
when he thought we would puke from the pain, David heard his uncle ask the
same question he had asked earlier right just as another blow of the crop
struck his cock.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!  Oh please no more!  Oh shit!  I love his dick!" David
screamed almost hysterically at the top of his lungs.

The blows from the leather crop stopped as quickly as they had begun.

David hung sobbing, snot running from his nose, his stomach, chest, thighs,
cock, balls, and buttocks covered with little pink marks where the leather
strands had been applied.

The two men gave David a minute or so of rest, then Uncle Dalton spoke.

"Now David, one more time. You do like John's cock don't you?" his uncle
asked.

David hesitated too long with his response.

"Whap!"

David shrieked as another blow from the leather crop struck the head of his
penis.

"No sir!" David hollered out.

"That is not the right answer!" his uncle responded, and another lash of the
strap was laid across the head of David's tender cock.

" 'I am sorry!  Oh god! Oh fuck! I meant yes sir!!!  David screamed at the
top of his lungs.

"Yes sir what?" David's uncle asked.

" Yes sir, I lu--lu--like his cock!" David replied through his sobs.

"That's better." David's uncle replied, then smiled.

"You see John, I knew he really liked your cock all along." David's uncle
said, then laughed sadistically.

The ominous tone of his uncle's laugh was more than David's mind could handle
at that point. David began to cry again, and his body began to shiver and
tremble, not from the cold mind you; for the temperature in the room was
almost eighty degrees.

David Sims, tough ass little David Sims, the Draco Malfoy of his 10th grade
class, for the first time in his life, felt all alone and helpless.  And, for
the first time in his life, he was literally shivering from fear.

To be continued....