Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:54:32 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Torture Can Be Fun - 2

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.