Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:44:33 EDT
From: TheRigGuy@aol.com
Subject: USING GREG - Part 2

This story is intended for adults only and contains material that is
sexually oriented and may offend some people.  If you are not of legal age
to read adult material please stop reading now.  This story is complete
fiction.

 [Author's note:  A real pain pig has written the parts of this story that
are identified as 'Greg's Thoughts'.  I owe my inspiration to his lust for
pain and sexual torment.]  TheRigGuy@aol.com



I guess it would help if I told you my name, since parts of this story are
written by a guy who is acting as a co-author because he's the real pain
pig I'm writing about.  I'm Jason, and he's Greg.  Although the story is
fiction, Greg and I are buddies (no, not Master and slave) and he's the one
whose addiction to pain has inspired me to write this.

I had stoically ignored Greg's sobs, screams and begging while I applied
tight clothes pins to his firm pecs surrounding both of his nipples,
finishing with those specially made, extra tight metal pins clamped on the
very tip of each one.  It was as though the screams were coming from the
nipples themselves when I applied those last clips.  I knew I was torturing
two of the most sensitive points of his body yet I managed to remain poker
faced, refusing to let him see how much pleasure I was deriving from his
screaming pain.  The long shirt tails and tight jock under my jeans hid my
arousal.  He struggled wildly against the leather straps that had him
tightly restrained on the examination table.  His cock, which had been
fully erect and drooling precum onto his stomach in anticipation while he
was being strapped to the table was now flaccid, fully receded within his
abundant foreskin, as though hiding for protection against the vicious
assault on his body and freedom.  He was nearly hoarse by the time the
screaming abated.  The sobbing turned to whimpers and finally there were
only silent tears running down his face.  Then, as though a light bulb had
been turned on, the expression on his face let me know that he was
beginning to process what was happening to him.  His tears stopped and
gradually his foreskin began to unfold like a flower coming into bloom,
then his leaking piss slit pushed its way out as though to cautiously
survey the situation.  It started oozing, then it was as though a signal
was sent down into the dark, safe recess of his foreskin to his gradually
swelling cockhead to come out and enjoy the pleasurable sensations that
this pain was bringing.  Soon his fully engorged head had emerged,
marvelously slippery and shiny, stretching his foreskin until it covered
only the bulging ridge of his cock.  As this beautiful transformation took
place I purposefully stood silently and expressionless, permitting his own
sensations to lead him toward the realization that much more was to come.

Greg's Thoughts...

As I lay on this table, I can't believe this is happening to me.  My
wildest fantasies are coming true.  My secret wants/needs just might be met
here on this table.  My nips are burning with the pain of the pins. 
Pinching, and slightly tugging.  I can't believe that I wasn't gagged.  I
can scream all I need to.    Why am I not begging to be released?  This is
insane.  Strapped down to the table, my legs in the air, my crotch open for
whatever torment he desires to inflict on me.  Balls right there out in the
open.  I can't close my legs to protect them.  My ass hole right there for
him too.  Why am I allowing myself to be tortured this way?  Oh God, my
cock is betraying me.  It is rock hard, drooling a small puddle on my
stomach.    And he is just standing there.  Not doing anything!  That is
torture enough.  Wondering what he is going to do next.  Pins on my hard
cock?  Shove something up my ass?  I try to squirm a bit, but he has me
strapped down tight.  I want to try to shake the pins off my nips.  Don't
know which is worse.  The pain of them on my nips, or the pain that will
come when he takes them off.

All I can do is wait... and wonder.

Jason continues: Ah yes, he was ready now.  I reached into my bag and
brought out the piss gag.  His eyes widened at the sight of the black
mouth-cover designed to hold his mouth open, but he remained silent.  I
fitted the gag into his mouth between his teeth and fastened the Velcro
straps securely behind his head assuring that his mouth would be kept open
for what I had planned.  Next I removed a 5 foot length of clear plastic IV
tubing and a large tube of lube.  I examined the tube to find the end I had
sandpapered to a smooth taper and used an IV clamp to close the other end.
Then I applied the lube liberally on the tapered tip and up the first two
feet of tubing.  I could see fear creeping into Greg's eyes as he surmised
what was about to happen.  He started making noises with his semi-gagged
mouth that obviously were begging me to stop what he knew I was going to do
next.  I added a generous glob of lube to the tip and, holding the tube in
one hand I spread his piss slit open wide with the thumb and forefinger of
my other had and slowly forced the tube into his slit.  I guided the tube
slowly deeper and deeper inside his shaft and beyond.  He was crying now
and the sobbing through his forced-open mouth sounded like a wounded
animal.  I continued forcing the tube in deeper, squeezing more lube on it
as it went through his cock to his bladder.  It wasn't long before the tube
turned yellow, filled with his piss.  The beers he drank coupled with his
fear worked just as I had expected.  Because the opposite end of the tubing
was clamped shut, the tube filled completely before his bladder was empty.
I wrapped a generous amount of adhesive tape around the tube at the point
of entry and around his cockhead to hold it in place.  I heard his attempts
to object when I started to tape the head of his cock.  I was careful to
keep the tape away from his foreskin as I had other plans for that later..
The yellow piss-filled tube was beautiful to see and wonderfully warm to
touch.  I held it up for him to look at.  By now his grotesque attempts to
scream had stopped and there was only fear and resignation.  I let him look
at the piss-filled hose for a good 30 seconds before I made my next move.
Then I took the other end of the hose up to his face.  The clamp was about
12 inches from the end leaving an ample length empty of piss for me to work
with.  I laid about a couple of inches of the open end of the tube on his
tongue, careful not to cause him to gag.  Then I used adhesive tape to hold
it in place.  Next I taped the tube securely to the gag and the side of his
face all the way down to his jaw, then just under his chin keeping clear of
his wind pipe, and up the other side to the gag.  His mouth was still
gaping wide from the open-mouth gag.  I went back into my bag and got a
roll of wider adhesive tape and started taping the gag almost completely
closed leaving a hole on the side opposite the tubing just large enough to
allow air to escape and for him to breathe.  I took my time doing this.  It
gives me pleasure to do a neat, artful job of taping and even more because
it caused him to suffer in what was by then silent apprehension.  When the
taping was done I stood back to admire my work and enjoy his fear.  Then,
as my hand moved toward the tube clamp, the silence was broken by his
muffled, pathetic plea which turned to a gurgling the minute I loosened the
torrent of piss into his mouth.  He was forced to swallow his own piss.  I
watched with glee as his Adam's apple showed that he was drinking from his
own bladder.  And the flow seemed to be never-ending!