Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 23:40:53 From: john smith <ostrich78@hotmail.com> Subject: Part 7 of What GOes Around... WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Ostrich78@hotmail.com Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. It in no way encourages or approves of the abuse of minors which is abhorrent. The author resides in San Diego and would be interested in meeting 18-25 year olds who like the story. PART 7 PLEASE READ PARTS 1 THROUGH 6 FIRST AS THESE CHAPTERS BUILD UPON ONE ANOTHER. IF THERE IS A MARK OR A JOE OUT THERE... Finally the movie was over. The boys certainly had their fun during it. Through the entire movie I was either running to get them beer, or cowering on the floor wondering when they would next shock my dick to get the scream that they found to be so funny. For a while I tried not to give them the satisfaction, but they would just turn up the voltage so I learned to scream quickly in the hopes of minimizing the duration of the shock. With the movie over, and Mark and Joe now quite happy from the effect of all that beer on their 18 year old brains, they were off in search of new forms of entertainment. It all began when Joe announced the inevitable: "I've got to piss" he said as he got up and headed for the bathroom. "Wait a minute" said Mark. "I can't wait a minute asshole" was Joe's reply. "Yes you can, especially if you get something fun to piss on" said Mark. "What do you mean?" asked Joe, with a conspiratorial grin. "Come on" said Mark, as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to a standing position. "Follow me boy" he commanded. Mark Opened the sliding door to the back deck, then I followed him out into the warmevening with Joe right behind. Mark then took me down the 4 steps to the yard, and led me to a position 3 feet from the rail of the deck, lying on my back. He then readjusted the electric butt plug to vigorously stimulate my prostate, leaving the electric cock ring also in place. Then, he went up to the deck, and standing on the edge pulled out his boy meat. Even soft the boy was amazing: I again wondered how such a skinny boyish guy could have such a huge dick. My thoughts were interrupted by his command: " Lay there with your mouth open boy" he said. I Complied, and soon the predictable occurred: from the 4 foot height of the deck, plus the 3 foot height at which his cock was located, a 6 beer stream of pungent urine hit me. At first, it landed on my stomach, splattering all over my face and all around me. "Christ, he even pisses like a horse" I thought. Soon the stream worked it's way north: Chest...Face... then right in my mouth. After what seemed like 2 minutes of pissing, he shook off the last drops and laughing said: "OK Joe, now its your turn". Joe then stood at the rail, pulled out his more modest dick, and proceeded to pee in the same manner: Stomach, Chest, Face, Mouth, Hair. He did not have anywhere near the stream of Mark's big hose, but boy did it go on for a long time. Finally, he finished, gave it a few shakes, and laughed. It was Mark's voice I heard again "Stay there boy" as he and Joe went back in. Over the next 4 hours, they must have consumed a case of beer. Every hour or so they would come back out and piss. In the warm spring air, I began to shiver. Also, the odor became progressively more foul as I lay in the mess. I wanted to cry out and ask them to please stop. However, I knew they wouldn't and I was hoping that my neighbors would not notice me with the hedge between our yards and the moonless night. Finally, the boys brought me back inside. "You Fucking Stink" said Joe. "Hit the shower BOY" said Mark. I don't know what happened to me: finally I could take it no more. Two 18 year old boys beating me, pissing on me, drinking my beer, controlling when I cum. "FUCK YOU" I screamed, as I struck out at both of them. I had the element of surprise and knocked both of them backwards. However, they had the agility of youth and soon had me on the floor face down. Mark ran and got the handcuffs while Joe sat on me. Soon they had me standing again, only with my hands cuffed behind my back. Mark was enraged "You fucking asshole, how dare you attack your masters. You're going to pay for this" he said. Joe was equally mad "My fucking clothes reek of piss...you're going to get it". I realized my predicament, and began to try to get mercy: "Please Sirs, I don't know what happened...I'm so sorry...I must've blacked out or something". "Like Hell you did" said Mark as he ripped out the electric butt plug and removed the cockring. Mark and Joe led me up to the shower, and stripping off their own urine soaked clothes proceeded to scrub me down under a constant stream of cold water. It felt like my balls had shriveled up into my throat, and I was uncontrollably shivering, but clean at the end. Mark then grabbed me by the balls and led/pulled me down two flights of stairs to the basement. It was clear that I was really going to get it. Soon, my hands were placed in leather cuffs and hooked to eyes in the exposed overhead beams. My legs were then also secured by ropes which held them spread wide connecting out to the walls. Mark then came around in front of me and began stroking my balls and cock: I was hard in an instant, though I was fearful of the beating to come. "Well boy, you've had your little effort at asserting control. Now you will find out what happens to boys who attack their masters..." My dick went instantly soft as his grip squeezed around my nuts with full strength, and simultaneously twisted HARD... "AAAAGGGGEEEEEEEEEH" I screamed, then began to retch from the pain. Mark got out of the way so no vomit landed on him, then he came back into view. "What I have here is a paddle, a strap, and the quirt. You are going to get 100 from each. Just so you don't get numb, we will have a one hour break between beatings. You will get fifty from Joe, and fifty from me with each instrument, separated by one hour breaks". I couldn't believe what I heard: 300 blows over 6 hours! "Please Sirs...I can't take that many..." I began to plead. "That's your problem boy, we're giving that many, and it doesn't look like you're going anywhere" said Joe with an evil laugh. Joe got to start with the paddle: it was the big heavy frat paddle made out of maple. He swung down full force with the very first blow. "UUUGH" I grunted Then the blows continued to rain down at a rate of about one every 10 seconds. I totally lost control and was screaming and begging in short order. Eventually it ended, and the two boys left the paddle where I could see it and left me to consider what was coming. The hour was up very quickly, and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "My Turn" said Mark, sounding like a kid about to get to go water skiing. Fortunately for me, Mark is not as strong as Joe, but he really made me feel the next 50, and I was screaming loudly throughout. For the next hour, I stood there contemplating my fate as Mark and Joe lay on the sofa in the basement making out. Despite myself, my dick got hard as I watched these two perfect male specimens making love. Then it was Joe's turn with the strap. He laid it on with a vengeance: all fifty blows, all very hard, from my buttocks to my upper thighs. I knew I was going to be a bruised mess when this was over. Saying nothing, the boys went upstairs for an hour, then returned, and Mark repeated the strapping. IT was even worse now, and I was reduced to sobbing and hyperventilating, unable to even plead. Next came the quirt: the two long leather tails raked down my back, ass, and thighs 50 times as I twisted and shouted in pain: the back had not been hit up until now and it really stung. One hour later, Mark returned and again I got 50 with the quirt all over my back and ass. He was not as good with it, and many times it wrapped around to my chest and stomach, just missing my cock in the process. As soon as this 50 was finished, they cut me down. I was so limp that I would have fallen had they not caught me. I was brought over to the table that was previously used to secure me for CBT. Instead of securing me, they draped me over the side and proceeded to fuck me in turn several times. I just lay there, exhausted and unable to protest. It didn't even seem sexual at that point, just more humiliation. Finally, the two stud boys had fucked enough and they began to walk up the stairs. I lay there weeping over the side of the table. As they got near the top, I heard Mark say "Wait a minute, lets be sure he's still alive". I was really not aware of my surroundings, lying across the table with my legs spread and my cock and balls hanging in the wind. Suddenly though absolutely nauseating white hot ripping pain shot through my abdomen. I vaguely realized what they had done before I passed out from the pain: the quirt had been expertly directed right up between my legs to strike my balls full force. TO BE CONTINUED.