Date: Thu, 19 May 2011 08:48:24 -0600
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: Jimmy and Me Finale

Disclaimer: This is a fictious story dealing with high school boys
discovering themselves. It deals with sex between teenagers. It also deals
with BDSM, CBT, Spanking and other aspects of the darker side of gay
Life. All persons in this story are not real or intended to be real. If it
is illegal to read stories like this in your State or Province you should
leave now.


Chapter 23 Finale part 2


After finishing our brunch we moved Jerome into my small car. First stop
the Ford Dealer. I had seen a couple of big vans there when we drove into
town.

The salesman we ended up with wasn't all that interested, especially after
seeing our trade in. I was not going to be deterred by an asshole, I headed
inside the showroom. A big bright red Van was on display. I loved it.

"That's the one I want." I said to Jerome and Simon.

An older man walked up to us.

"Can I help you boys?"

"I want to buy that Van." I said.

"Really, well that's one of the most expensive we have. Are you sure I
can't interest you in one of our used ones?"

"No I want that one. How much cash?"  He watched as Jerome and Simon walked
around the big red Van. A light went off in his head I guess.

"Your Gary and that's our local hero Jerome?"

"Yes. Can it be equipped with a wheelchair lift?" I asked.

"Oh indeed Son and in fact we can equip it so he can drive it too."

"Really!, eh, uh Wow that would be fantastic. So how much with all the
stuff you said."

"Well base price for the van is 23,999. Add in the chair lift, or both
chair lifts and the hand controls would push it above the 36 grand
mark. Are you sure you can afford that much?"

"How much for my car?"

If you buy the van I'll give you 3 grand for it." He smirked.

"Okay. How long to get it fixed up. I'll go my bank and get you cash. I
guess you need to write it up. Do you need a deposit?"

"Look Son, do you really have that much cash. It's a very expensive Van,
plus adding all you want it will never be of use to any other buyer."

"I have 325 thousand in my account. Do you want to sell me that van or
not. If not, I'm sure the GM dealer down the street will."

"Come into my office, I'll write it up."

A quick call to my bank confirmed I had the money and the bank would
transfer what was needed to the dealership.

"Sorry to think you were just a window shopper Son. We really get a lot."
"So how long until it is ready to go?"

Give us ten days, You will need to arrange insurance and registration. We
have the plates, but can't give then to you until you register and insure
it.

No Problem."

I went over and told both Simon and Jerome what I had done.

"You mean I can even drive?" Jerome said.

"Yes Love you can drive too. They are installing two lifts. One into the
back and one for the drivers seat. It's all hand controls and you will need
to get used to it, but my big black boy you can really drive."

Tears brimmed in his eyes and I quickly leaned over and kissed him.

"Maybe when we get you some artificial legs you can drive an ordinary
vehicle." I said to him.

"You know my little white boy, you astonish me more each day."

"Well you can't be a sergeant in the US Army with out legs nigger." And
danced quickly out of his reach.

"I'll get you for that nigger comment white boy." Jerome laughed.

That was the first time I had heard him laugh since before he shipped
overseas. God it sounded good.

I think Jerome also remembered. His grin told me how really much he had
come back home.

"Gary, I'm sorry for how I treated you in Seattle."

"Jerome Seattle never happened as far as I'm concerned. All that matters is
I have you and Simon. That's all I ever want."

As we were talking an older man walked out of an office and walked over to
us. As I turned.

"Welcome home Sergeant. Welcome back Gary and Simon."

Before I could say anything he continued.

"I know the problems you boys have had and I see you too are scarred from
Viet Nam. I lost my Son there. There is a used wheelchair van on the lot. I
have my maintenance guys getting it ready. You can use it until your van is
ready. I know it is not much for someone that has suffered as you have
Jerome, but consider it a gift from a grateful Father."

I don't understand Sir." Jerome said.

"I have read the citation for your Silver Star. My Son was one of the boys
you pulled out. He didn't make it but most of the others did. At least you
tried Sergeant and for that I am eternally grateful."

I watched all kinds of emotions cross Jerome's face. Finally he just bowed
his head and cried. Remembering I think was the hardest part for my love.

The old man just patted him on the shoulder and walked back into his
office.

I wheeled Jerome out to the loaner Van. Damn it was so easy to load him
up. We headed for our bank. After clearing up all the loose ends at the
bank we hit a liquor store and then headed home. Now really was a night to
get drunk. I just wish instead the dungeon was still down in the
shelter. That would have made me feel so much better.

After ordering pizza and eating we sat on the floor in front of the
fireplace and drank. Simon and I took turns draining Jerome's bladder, but
still had to run to the can on occasion. He seemed to expect it now and I
was glad, maybe he would get into doing more stuff with us.

Jerome's upper body had developed almost into a weapon. He had so much
strength it was astounding. He had no problem getting up stairs to our
bedroom. His strong arms pulled Simon onto his cock as he drained his
bladder before bed. That made Simon look at him with almost a visible love.

We were all wasted, so even as I wanted Jerome to fuck me, he couldn't get
it up. That did not stop him from pissing in my mouth too. He still tasted
the same to me. We all just cuddled together to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning Jerome was not in bed with us. I was
immediately alarmed. I jumped out of bed and pushed Simon awake.

"Jerome's gone."

We checked the bathroom and then downstairs. We heard a very loud thwack
coming from the garage. We both headed down the short hallway to the
garage. Jerome was in front of Jerry's trunk. He had the thick studded belt
in one of his big hands.

"About time you got here white boy. Get up on the table and lay down."

When I just looked at him.

"Now white boy. Move your ass or you really will be sorry."

I climbed onto my Dads work table and laid on my stomach.

"Tie his hands and feet Simon." He ordered.

Simon tied me down to the table. I watched as Jerome swung himself up onto
the table using just those very huge arms. I knew what was coming and was
hard even as I realized Jerome's arms were very strong and I would in a
world of hurt shortly.

I hate screams." He said as he forced a cock gag into my mouth.

"I'm sorry Gary, but I need to do this." He said as the first shot across
my ass registered from the belt.

I knew what was happening even though I was rock hard under me. Jerome was
using me to take out all the pain inside he was feeling. I guess I passed
out at some point. I awoke still tied down, I heard Simons muffled
screams. I turned my head and Jerome slapped the thick belt over Simon's
cock. I strained at the ties.

"Good your awake." Jerome said as the belt again came down over my very
tender ass.

I guess I passed out again. When I opened my eyes Jerome was right in front
of me. I felt his monster cock inside me.

"Gary this is what you really want and I guess I do too. I'll fuck you both
anytime I want. I'll whip your ass anytime you fail to please me. I hate
you Gary, but I love you too. Maybe Brian and I would have found each other
without your help. But I can't forgive you love. So now you and Simon I
will use to take out anything I feel."

"Use me Jerome. Use Simon, we won't stop loving you. I can't change the
past and it was you who fell in love with Brian. I loved him from the
beginning. I probably can't change how you feel about me, but I will accept
all from you, you want."

For a few days it was the same. Jerome used us for everything. Sometimes I
think he went overboard in beating Simon, but Simon was still hard even
when he couldn't sit for a while. Sometimes when we were super hard after
he had tried everything he would just take off. I wasn't sure why at first,
but after particular real hard strapping he left both Simon and I untied in
the garage. We both headed inside and found Jerome crying on the sofa.

We both sat down beside him.

"You okay Jerome?"

"No. How can you guys love me when all I want to do is hurt you. Sometimes
I almost want to whip you to death. I guess I'm blaming everything that has
happened to me on you two. Fuck I must be going crazy."

I wasn't sure what to say. I knew Jerome wasn't crazy, well I didn't think
he was. I knew inside he was still hurting over Brian's death, but I
figured in time he might get over it. There's no doubt his whippings could
be really intense, but to me I just wanted it harder and harder. Simon I
knew sometimes was really hurting, because I think Jerome punished him to
get at me. I didn't want to change anything. I was in heaven when he was
whipping me. Maybe I was the real crazy one.

About two weeks later the dealership called to say the Van was ready. I had
already got the insurance and registration done. We cleaned all the junk
out of my old car and after loading Jerome for the last time went to pick
it up. Damn it was nice inside. Lots of room and both lifts worked
great. Jerome grabbed the book on driving and sat in back as we took it for
a spin.

Jerome spent a lot of time in the drivers seat over the next few days, not
driving just trying the controls. It was definitely different than driving
with both legs. We cleaned the house and packed everything for trip to
Daytona. Both of Gary's trunks went in first. Neither Simon, Jerome or
myself had much stuff to pack. We did pack up all Brian's old clothes and
gave them to the Salvation Army. That was the hardest part for Jerome,
breaking that final link to his boyfriend. By the end of the week we were
ready to leave. After turning off the hot water tank and setting
temperature low, we left Mundare, maybe for the last time. As Soon as we
were out of town Jerome seemed to perk up, maybe it was good we were
leaving all those memories behind. He loved been able to drive and we let
him drive all he wanted.

We took our time and made numerous stops. Sometimes for fun and other times
to let Jerome work off some bad feelings. He took out all his pain on us,
but I just loved him more for it. He had I think come to an understanding
within himself. None of his whippings were as hard as he had done at the
house, but they still hurt a hell of a lot.

One morning after a night of getting fucked by Jerome's monster cock he
made Simon and I wear big butt plugs. He told us he was going to fist fuck
us one day so he needed to start making our holes bigger. Just thinking
about that kept me hard most of the first day. But after a couple of days
of bigger and bigger butt plugs they really started to be uncomfortable
sitting all day in Van.

"Get used to them white boys. Your going to always have one inside you."
Jerome told us.

It took us ten days to get to our house in Daytona. We registered Jerome at
the VA hospital and settle down in our new home. It really wasn't made for
a wheelchair, but after buying some specific fixtures and installing them
it made it easier for Jerome.

The very first letter we received at the house was for Jerome to report to
the local US Army recruiting Center for duty. The US Army had not yet given
up on Sergeant Washington. He was still on disability leave, but I guess
they wanted him back in a limited capacity.

"What do you want to do Jerome? Stay in or get out? I know you will get a
real good pension, but what ever you decide is good with Simon and me."

"Until now, I had not really thought about it. I hate that fucking uniform,
but I guess I really liked the Army."

"I can't figure they want me as a recruiter. I'll scare away more guys than
I could possible get. They are going to take one look at a Sergeant with no
legs and run screaming from the office."

That got a good laugh from both of us.

"Well only one way to find out what they want you for."

"Yeah I guess."

The letter hadn't specified a particular date, just as long as it was
before September 30th. We had time to get Jerome's uniform dry cleaned and
pressed. The night before he was to report he came up stairs as Simon and I
were preparing for bed. He had all three huge dildos under one arm.

"Simon, go get that big can of Shortening we bought."

"Tonight's your night Gary. Maybe I'll do Simon tomorrow."

Thinking about what was coming for me, got me rock hard almost instantly.

When Simon came back, he told him to jack his cock until he was ready to
cumm and then fuck me until he did. Jerome was already slowly jacking his
cock. He was going to fill my ass with their cumm before he started. I
almost came right then.

Simon didn't take long to get to the point of blowing. He shoved his cock
into and almost at once I felt his hot cumm in my ass. When he pulled out
Jerome hammered his cock into me. That did get me off.

Lick up the mess he made Simon." Jerome said as I felt his load splash
inside me too.

When Jerome pulled out he forced Simon to suck his cock clean. He then
picked up the three inch dildo. I knew this was going to hurt like
hell. The butt plugs had been big, but no anywhere as big as that first
dildo. I also knew there was five inch and six inch to come after this one.

I watched almost detached as Jerome coated the dildo with shortening. He
brought it up to my open hole. I felt a slow pressure as he slowly pushed
it into me. As I opened my mouth to scream, Jerome shoved the cock gag into
my mouth. At least he didn't just ram it in as Gerry had done the first
time. The first time I almost passed out from the pain. This time it was
still very painful, but was more like a deep ache inside my ass.

"Wow! That looks hot." Simon said in awe as the dildo slowly slid into me.

"You get it tomorrow Simon." Jerome said.

I knew that was going hurt Simon way worse than it did me. The biggest
thing he had had in his ass was the two inch butt plug.

I started to groan as Jerome slowly pulled back and pushed the dildo back
in. He slowly speeded up until he was doing it like Gerry had. Finally he
pulled it all the way out. I never moved as I watched him grease the five
inch dildo. Knowing what was coming, I tried to relax, but remembering the
pain from the first time made me very tense. Jerome looked like he didn't
really care as he just started to push the dildo into my ass. I vaguely
heard Jerome tell Simon to hold me still. I knew I was screaming around the
gag but the pain just went on and on. All of sudden I felt Jerome's arms
pulling me up. As he forced me onto my knees, I knew what he was going to
do and I tried to fight him. He just pushed my ass down onto the
floor. That forced the dildo deeper into me. I guess I did pass out then,
because I awoke laying on the bed. Jerome had the last dildo in his hands.

"One to go and then I'll let Simon fist you before I do."

As Jerome pushed the six inch dildo in, I thought it did not hurt near as
much as the five inch. After working it in and out a few times, he slowly
pulled it out.

I watched Simon pull on a pair of latex gloves and cover one with
grease. Jerome showed Simon what to do. I felt his fingers slowly entering
me. Damn it felt good. I felt his hand slowing change into a fist inside
me.

"God your hot inside Gary." Simon moaned.

I watched fascinated as his arm slowly disappeared into my hole, almost to
the elbow, before he pulled slowly back. All the old sensations from the
first time came back. God forgive, I just loved the feeling of his fist
inside me. As my cock started to get hard, Jerome pulled out the gag.

"Oh yes love, yes, yes ,yes. Fuck me, fuck me." I moaned.

Even as he started to really move in and out of fast, all I wanted was more
and more. I almost cried when he slowly pulled out. I never wanted it to
end.

I watched as Jerome's open hand approached my ass. I knew this might really
hurt. Jerome's hand was huge compared to Simon's. I grunted in pain as the
wide part of Jerome's hand forced it's way past my muscles. After it was
inside the pain dropped to dull ache. I could feel it as he slowly closed
his hand. Now the real pain might start. His arms were very long too, if he
pushed in as far as Simon had.

To start it was real pleasure as Jerome started to slowly move inside
me. He was slowly pushing more into me with each stroke. By the time he had
almost his whole forearm inside me I thought he must be almost into
intestines. That was as far as he went. He too started slow and slowly
built up speed until he was hammering his fist right to the top of my
ass. The only pain was when he hit the furthest reaches inside my
ass. Everything else was pure pleasure. He finally tired and slowly pulled
out.

He sat back on his haunches. When I sat forward I took my hand down by my
ass. I could actually put my own fist inside me. Wow, I could fuck my
self. Not far though. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers. Both
Jerome and Simon burst out laughing. I licked both Simon's and Jerome's
shit and come covered hands before I just laid back on the bed. Damn it
hurt, but I wish it they were still inside me.

Simon helped me into the shower. As he washed me, I pulled his hand down to
my ass. He gently pushed it inside. I could have stayed like that
forever. He pulled out and then inserted the shower hose. After really
cleaning me out he helped me to dry off and then out to bed.

Jerome was not quite done. He pulled me down and I drained his full
bladder. I had learned again to just swallow it all. Jerome had really laid
a licking on me the last time I had missed some. He then fucked my face
until he came. That part of him was real easy to swallow. After he had me
suck off Simon before we just cuddled next to him to sleep.

In the morning Jerome checked my ass.

"Well I could probably fist you again, but maybe another time."

Damn I thought.

We helped Jerome shower and then dress in his uniform. Today was the big
day.

I drove with Jerome in back. As we came to the recruiting office, there was
a space right in front. A big sign said No Parking, Tow away Zone. I parked
anyway. As I came around to open the door for Jerome, a cop came up and
ordered me to move the Van. I ignored him as I opened the door and hit the
switch to move Jerome to the ground. He shut up as soon as he saw
Jerome. Simon opened one side of the double doors, the cop grabbed the
other. As I wheeled Jerome inside the cop saluted.

Inside the recruiting Station were three people. An old looking Sergeant
behind a desk, a guy sitting at the desk and one guy looking at
brochures. The Sergeant looked up and said.

"I'll be with you in a minute." And then did a double take and came out of
his seat like a shot.

Ramrod straight he saluted Jerome. He almost ran around his desk.

"This way Sergeant Washington." He led to a door, knocked and entered.

"Sergeant Washington Sir." He said, and stepped out of the way.

I pushed Jerome into the office. An Officer was already coming around the
desk to meet him.

I stopped pushing him and the Officer put out his hand.

"It is a real honor to meet you Sergeant Washington."

"This is Gary and Simon. They are my friends." Jerome said.

"Yes of course." He said as he smiled.

He offered us both chairs as he went back around his desk and sat down.

"First off Sergeant, I am very glad to see you out of the VA Hospital. Have
you thought about what you would like to do now?"

"Well Sir, I really don't think the army wants a guy with no legs. So I am
not really sure."

"First, I am very sorry for your injuries Sergeant. That said, you have a
lot going for you Sergeant. You received America's second highest
decoration for bravery. That Sergeant opens up several doors for
you. First, the Army will arrange for you get artificial legs if you want
them. It would get you up and out of that wheel chair. Second, the Special
Warfare Center is very interested in you. They would like you as an
instructor, specifically in Jungle Warfare."

"Well getting artificial legs might be okay, but I'd need an airborne
course to qualify for Special Forces. Even with artificial legs that might
be impossible."

"Never underestimate the Special Forces. If they want you bad enough they
might just toss you out without legs." He laughed.

"What do you think Gary?"

"Jerome, you said you hated the uniform, but loved the Army. What ever you
decide I will go along with. Love I will go where ever you want no matter
what you decide."

When he looked at Simon, Simon just nodded.

The officer looked at both me and Simon when I called Jerome my love. I saw
a light bulb go off inside his head.

"Your that Gary and Simon. The ones that took on the selective service?"

"Yes Sir. I hope that dose not effect what you are offering Jerome."
"Contrary to what you might believe, the US Army would have rather just
left you alone." He pushed a button on his desk.

"Sergeant Wilson could you step in her please." He said.

The sergeant walked inside and saluted. "Yes Sir."

"These two gentlemen with Sergeant Washington are the two that took on the
Selective Service and won."

"Then this is a triple honor." He shook both our hands.

"Sergeant Wilson has been partnered with a civilian for the last 15
years. The General policy of the US Army is don't know, don't tell. Not
many know of his Gay Lover, but no one questions what he has done as a
soldier. Sergeant would you lift your left pant leg."

When he pulled up his pant leg, he had an artificial limb that went all the
way to his knee.

Jerome looked first at the artificial limb and then at the several rows of
decorations on his shirt. Above all the rest was a small bar of red and
blue with silver stars. Above that was a CIB with two stars.

"Sergeant Wilson I think I am the one that should have saluted you." Jerome
said.

"Think nothing of it Sergeant. What I did was nothing compared to what you
did. You Sergeant to me you are the real Hero. You helped bring more of my
Army home alive."

Tears started down Jerome's face. I was very quick to get beside him.

"I wish I could have got them all." Was all Jerome said.

I knew Brian was one of those he could not save.

"Sergeant, I want you to take some time to decide. When your ready to make
a decision let me know."

"Okay Sir. I will let you know soon."

We left the office and were soon on our way home.

"Stop and buy some booze." Jerome said.

When we got home we helped Jerome out of his uniform and we all sat around
in our shorts drinking. The Army boxers he had on could not hide his
monster snake. Just looking at it got both Simon and I hard.

"What do you two love birds want me to do?" Jerome asked.

"We want to do what ever you decide love. Jerome Simon and I love you maybe
more than we love each other. If you want to stay in then we will follow
you where ever you go."

"Camp followers." He laughed.

"Look Gary. If I decide to stay in and they want to put fake legs on me I
know it won't be in Daytona. What would you do with the house?"

"I'll sell it or rent it. My Dad bought it for us."

"Well I got to piss. Be right back."

"I'll do that Jerome." Simon said.

"Forget it you Mexican Bandit. If I go back in the Army, The Special Forces
won't let two fags drink my piss. I need to get used to using a toilet
again."  Jerome bounded up the stairs using just his arms. Simon sat down
beside me and I kissed him.

I suppose he won't want to fuck us either." Simon said.

"Simon where ever he goes we will get a place off base for him."

"Cool. You think he has made a decision?"

"Yeah love I do."

Two days later I put our house up for sale. We loaded the van and headed
for Maryland. The VA hospital in Maryland had the best artificial limb ward
in the whole US. Jerome was admitted almost immediately. I found a house we
could rent short term lease. It was close to the VA Hospital, but also very
secluded. Our nearest neighbor was almost half a mile away.

Jerome's stay at the Hospital was not nice for him. Getting the legs fitted
was easy, the physiotherapy was not. Learning to walk all over again was
very frustrating for him. For almost a month we hardly saw him. When we did
visit he almost never talked very much.

I knew what he would need when he could finally become an out
patient. Something to take his mind off the problems he was having. I took
Simon to a big hardware store and bought rings and other stuff. We put the
rings in the basement ceiling. We built a set of stocks and another stool
like Jerry had used to nail our cocks and balls down. We brought Jerry's
trunks down to the basement and put everything on shelves. Now we were
ready for our love to come to our temporary home.

We talked to his Doctor and he agreed to let Jerome come home at
night. There were conditions. Jerome had to use his legs to get around. He
could remove them to sleep. We stood at the door waiting for him the day
they released him.

They refused to allow him to use a wheelchair and it showed on his face as
he slowly made the way to our van. He was in one very bad mood. His face
was contorted as he used the crutches to help him walk. But I almost cried
in joy, he was walking.

He refused help to get into the van and hardly said a word all the way
home. He made his way into the house and sat down. A look relief crossed
his face.

After helping him change to shorts and a t-shirt, Simon handed him a cold
beer.

He sat and glared at me.

"Why I ever let you talk me into this shit is beyond me white boy." He
said.

I didn't talk you into this Jerome. You made up your mind long before we
even got home in Daytona. So don't give me any of your sanctimonious shit
nigger."

"If I could I would torture your white ass and balls until your almost dead
boy."

Simon and I just smiled to each other.

"Well nigger, if you want a piece of my ass and balls you are going to have
get to the basement. You'll have to stand up though and I don't think even
you can do that boy." Simon and I just left and went down to the basement.

We heard Jerome scream a long line of swear words as we left the living
room. We both stripped nude. Simon helped me into the stocks. He then
slipped his hands into the ropes hanging from the ceiling. All we could do
is wait.  We heard Jerome coming. His swearing for the most part, but also
the double clicks as his crutches and then feet hit the stairs.

"Fucking crutches." He yelled and we heard them clatter to the floor of the
basement.

He finally made it to the basement and into the light.

"Holy fuck, you weren't kidding." He said.

"Jerome we picked this house because it was away from prying eyes and far
enough from any other house that any screams could not be heard. WE knew
you need something to get your mind off the physio."

Jerome moved around the basement, he stopped in front of Simon.

"You can relax Simon. Gary's the only one I want."

"Is all the stuff from the trunks here?"

"Yes." Simon said.

"Good because I saw some stuff when we had the little dungeon that we never
used on you Gary. Now if I can find them white boy your going to be a world
of hurt."

He shuffled slowly among the shelves.

Finally he walked back over to me. He had three odd looking clamps in his
hands and a long tube. He showed me the clamps. Two were just cups lined
with wicked looking spikes about a quarter inch long. The other looked like
a big battery clamp.

"What I should do is make Simon fuck your face when I put these on, but you
might just bite his cock off, so I won't. I might like to put these on him
later." He had a very evil look on his face.

He started to move by me and stopped.

"AS much as I would love to hear you scream white boy, I don't want you to
bite your tongue off either." He forced a dowel between my teeth and tied
it behind my head.

"Now you can still scream." He moved out of my sight.

I felt his hand on my ass and then he slapped each cheek about four
times. Each hurt, but not like it was a belt. Then nothing. All of a sudden
I felt cold metal on one of my balls and the then his hand pushing my nuts
apart in the sack. At once there was a searing pain in my nut, like someone
had put a hot iron on it. I screamed and my whole body shook. The pain
seemed to increase slowly until there was nothing in my mind except the
pain in my nut. My whole body shivered and shook as I tried to dislodge the
thing that was causing all the pain.

"Stand still cocksucker. Your only making it hurt more." Jerome said

I tried to stop shaking but just couldn't. Then it started again as he put
the clamp on my other nut. Fuck what pain, I had never felt so much pain in
my life. I vaguely heard Simon screaming something, but all my mind was
registering was the god awful pain in my nuts. IT wasn't the continuous
pain like being ruptured but a sharp pain like my nuts were being pierced
form all side at once. He started to slap the clamps, each time sent waves
of pain to my brain. I screamed myself hoarse and still the pain went on.

He came around and undid the stocks and stood me up. That caused another
wave of pain to shoot through me. He held me up as he put my hands through
another set of ropes hanging from the ceiling. When he let go of me I just
slumped in the ropes.

"Figured I'd let you see what I am going to do next dirt bag."

When I looked down I couldn't see the clamps, but did see my cock was
semi-hard. He pushed my head up and brandished what I had thought was a
battery clamp in front of my face. As I focused on it I saw it was really
just a huge Alligator clip. The very long clamp had inter meshing teeth,
long teeth along both edges. It was held closed a very thick spring.

"This one goes on your dick. Might not be of any use for a while, but then
I got Simon to keep me amused. Maybe I'll let him fuck you later after I
fuck you."

"Please not that Jerome." I pleaded.

"Don't give me that shit white boy. You just love to be tortured. Hell your
getting harder just thinking about it."

He was right. I was getting hard. Why did I always get myself into these
predicaments? Well that was easy Jerome was right. I did like to be
tortured.

He slowly squeezed the alligator clip open. He just stood and looked at
me. Then in a rush he spun around and put it on Simon. Simon let out a
blood curdling scream as the teeth bit into his cock. Simon had not been
hard and as the teeth bit in blood rushed to his cock. As his cock hardened
the teeth just bit deeper and he screamed harder. I could see Jerome
laughing so hard he was almost falling over. Jerome then twisted the end of
the clip and yanked on it. That sent Simon into a fit as he screamed so
hard he almost chocked. Finally Jerome removed the clip from Simon. Blood
seeped from the deep cuts all along the length of his cock.

"See Gary, I don't even have to hurt you to really hurt you. I just have to
watch how you react when I torture your wetback boy friend."

He turned and looked at Simon's cock.

"This thing really chews the cock up. Nice."

He squeezed it open and slid it to the very base of my cock and slowly
released the handles. The pain started immediately and I started to scream
and squirm.

"Hold still you little cocksucker."

I tried but it was just too much. He just let it go. He then undid my hands
and pushed me to the floor.

Come on cocksucker get my dick out and suck. It's what you like
Gary. Sucking my black snake."

The pain in my cock and balls was so bad it was almost impossible to move.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me to his crotch.

"Do it cocksucker or I'll really start to work on your wetback."

I reached up and pulled Jerome's shorts down, freeing his cock. HE just
pointed it at my mouth and holding my hair rammed it into my mouth.

"Yeah, boy suck that cock." He said as he started to fuck my face.

One thing Jerome did know, was I really did like to suck him. I loved his
big cock anyway I could get it. Everything else was forgotten as he rammed
his thick meat in and out of my throat. Even the pain seemed to fade in the
background.

"Get ready cocksucker. I was saving this load for your ass, but now you get
it in your stomach. Miss one drop and I'll nail your nuts down with Simons
on top."

Did he ever have a load. So much that some even squirted out my
nose. Jerome laughed when he saw his cumm leaking from my nostrils. After
he was done he pulled out and pushed me to the floor. He kneeled with one
knee on my chest. I screamed bloody murder when he removed the clamp from
my cock and tried to roll into a ball to escape. He slapped me and spread
my legs. When he took the clamps off my balls I guess I passed out.

When I woke up I knew I had really fucked up. I should not have built that
stool we used to nail our cocks and balls down. Jerome had me taped solid
to the stool. My cock was stretched out and already tied tight.

He saw me open my eyes and look around.

"Told you white boy, what would happen if you missed any."

He was standing by Simon, with Simon's balls in his hands.

"You got a nice set of nuts wetback. Tell you what I am going to do. After
I nail Gary's nuts down, I'm going to let you fuck his face, while I fuck
you. Gary loves to suck. If you really abuse Gary's mouth, I won't nail
your nuts to his."

I saw Simon nod his head.

"Good boy." Jerome worked his way over to the shelves again. It took him a
while but he finally found the nails and alcohol. He poured alcohol into
the bowl and dropped two nails in. As an afterthought he dropped on more
in. I was shaking all over. He started to whistle, a tuneless tune just a
sort low whistle. He finally picked up the hammer and bowl and walked
haphazardly over to me.

"I was just going to nail your nuts down, but considering they are not
going to be of any use for a while, I figured I would also nail your dick
down too. After you suck Simon off and I fuck him, I'll let him go so he
can release you. By the time I'm done, that might take all day tomorrow."

"Since the first time we did this, I have wanted to nail you down Gary. Now
I have a chance to really do a good job."

No matter what I said to him, would not make a difference. He had already
made up his mind. He sat down on the short stool.

"I'm not going to nail your sack down, so if you move, it will only make me
put them in deeper."

My balls were already pretty large and covered in blood from the ball
crusher he had used. They hurt so much I hardly felt the first nail. The
second caused me to scream and continue as he hammered my balls almost
flat. Getting them out was going to be real hard. I never even felt the
nail he put through my cock shaft. He just placed it just below the corona
of my cock and with one bang drove it through my cock and into the seat
below. Blood shot from my piss slit. He set the hammer down.

"That will hold you."

He removed Simon and pulled him over to where I was strapped down.

"Remember Simon, fuck his face as hard as you can. You don't, you'll join
Gary on that stool. If that happens your both stuck here until I let you
go."

Simon never said a word as he shuffled up to me. One leg on either side of
the chair. He pushed his hard blood covered cock against my lips. I just
opened my mouth. He pumped it into my mouth and throat. The taste of his
blood and cock assailed my taste buds. Fuck it wasn't bad.

Simon's scream bit through my pain. Jerome had shoved his huge cock into
Simon dry. Simon's cock wilted in my mouth, but I just continued to suck
him. Even after several hard strokes Simon was still crying in pain, but I
felt him start to move again. It wasn't long before Simon's cock was again
fucking my face. I just blocked everything else out and sucked at his cock
as it slipped in and out of my throat. Simon blowing in my mouth caused
Jerome to blow in Simon, when his ass clinched on his cock. Simon stopped
moving as Jerome pulled out.

"Suck my dick clean Simon." Jerome ordered.

Like a robot, Simon just backed way from and sucked Jerome's cock.

"Your just like Gary Simon, a good little boot licking cocksucker. Next
time I'll let Gary watch as I fuck with you. I'll leave you two love birds
now. Have fun." He cackled as he slowly left.

Simon turned to me crying. He kissed me and then untied me from the
chair. One thing I am sure Jerome did not know was that in the tools we had
taken from the house, was a nail puller. I screamed long and hard as the
nails came out, but without the puller, Simon would have had to used the
claw hammer. That would have been worse. As before there was not much
blood, but my balls were now the size of softballs.

Simon and I helped each other up to our bedroom. After getting me laid out,
he went and brought some pain pills. We both took a couple and laid
together. Sleep did not come easy. I finally awoke when my bladder screamed
for release. Simon without hesitation drained me. I figure he probably got
some blood too, cause he made a face when he was done.

"How you doing love?" Simon asked when he sat beside me.

"Balls don't hurt, but my dick does."

"Well their still huge Gary. I think that nail in your dick was way too
big. There's still a hole. It's not bleeding but I bet it might be still
open inside. Piss probably didn't help."

I picked up Simon's dick and looked closely at it. You could hardly see any
damage. He started to get hard.

"Whoops, I guess I should wait a while for that Simon."

"Later, when I suck you off, you can suck me."

I remembered that our balls did feel better after getting off after the
first time we did this."

We both took another pill and went back to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark out and my bladder was again screaming for
release. As I moved out from under Simon he woke up.

"Got to go again love? I'll do it."

"Well you must have to go too. I'll do you while you do me."

Simon quickly switched to a 69 position and took my dick into his mouth. I
found his and sucked it in. God what a feeling, almost as good as a blow
job. Simon's very acidic and salty piss shot into my mouth. I just
swallowed. Next problem I had was I loved to suck Simon's cock, so I just
kept it there in my mouth. He started to get hard. Simon started to work on
my cock and soon we both sucking like babies at a tit. I felt Simon's cock
grow a bit and then his always good tasting load filled my mouth. That sent
me over the edge, but instead of feeling great it hurt like hell as I
blew. I cried out as my cock fired again and again. Simon just lapped it
up. The pain almost disappeared when he finally lifted off my cock.

"Feel better now love. I sure do." He said.

He got up and switched on the bedside lamp, sat down and very gingerly
examined my balls.

"They sure went down a lot Gary. One more time tomorrow and I think they
will be okay."

"Fuck am I hungry. Can you help me up."

He helped me sit on the side of the bed. My balls looked like small orange
size now. He went to our suitcase and brought back a jock strap. He
carefully helped me into it. As I stood, my balls felt not bad considering
all that had happened to them in the last 24 hours. Knew right now I was
going to destroy that damned chair.

Simon helped me downstairs. I sat gingerly on a chair in the
kitchen. Watching Simon's very cute butt as he worked making breakfast
started to get me hard again, but it hurt even more. Finished we sat and
ate a hot breakfast. In all this time I had never even thought about
Jerome. Done we headed into the living room.

"I wonder where Jerome is."

Simon got up and looked in the second bedroom, came back and checked out
front.

"Van's gone and so is Jerome."  "Fuck him. He's old enough to take care of
his own black ass." I said.

"What if he has an accident or something?"

"Simon, I don't really care anymore. Jerome has been wallowing in his own
self pity. So Brian got killed. So he loved him. IF he really loved him
that much, he would have refused to go to Viet Nam. Instead he chose to go,
with or without Brian's permission. He's got himself to blame for Brian. I
have tried to help him all I'm going to. He wants to stay in the Army, well
he's just going have to do it on his own. I'm done helping."

We sat silent for a while and then Simon helped me back up to bed.

"I'll stay up a while Gary. You need anything just holler, I'll come
running."

"Smash up all the stuff in the basement and burn it. Pack the trunks
too. The only guy I want abusing me from now on is you love."

Jerome didn't come back all weekend and on Monday, Simon rented a small
van. We loaded all our stuff and locked up the house. We dropped the keys
at the owners and drove to the VA Hospital. Our van was parked in the
patients parking lot.

We went in and up to his room. The nurse told us he was physio. WE walked
down to the big gym. Several guys were there doing exercises. Some like
Jerome had artificial legs. Jerome was working at the parallel bars. We
walked over.

"We're leaving Jerome. You can keep the Van. No cripples in our family. You
want to see us we will be back in Dayton."

When he looked at us all that was in his eyes was hate.

"Whatever cocksucker. Take your little wetback and leave me alone. I don't
need you or anyone else."

"Have a good life nigger." I said and walked away not looking back.

The first thing I did when I got back to Dayton was tear out everything
that had made the house wheelchair accessible. The ramp, the fixtures,
everything. I wanted to erase all memories of Jerome. Some memories I could
not erase, but Simon helped by using his nice cock in both holes as I used
him too. Our life actually settled down. I went to work for John
Deere. Simon went back to college. Almost a full year passed before we
learned what happened.

Simon and I had a couple of Gay friends we met over for an afternoon
Bar-B-Cue. WE were sitting enjoying a few beers as the potatoes cooked on
the grill. Simon heard a car pull in. A few minutes later Gerry walked
around and into the backyard. I got up and started to move toward him. He
pulled out a badge and folder.

"No hello Gary, no hello Simon, just, "Where's Jerome?"

"Not here Gerry. We haven't seen him since the VA Hospital a year ago."

Gerry visibly relaxed. Then he stuck out his hand. As I gripped it he
pulled me close.

"Sorry Gary. We have been looking for him for almost nine months."

"What happened?" I said as I led him to a chair. I handed him a beer, which
he gratefully accepted.

"Jerome checked out of the VA Hospital dead on time. He could walk
apparently and apparently quite good. He had orders to report to Fort
Bragg. He apparently headed that way, with stops along the way. At each
stop he pulled about $20,000 from his account in Mundare. The last time was
in Washington DC. I first thought that he might have been coming to see me,
when I was handed this investigation. He never arrived in Fort Bragg and
after two weeks the Army posted him as AWOL. At that point he could have
just walked into any recruiting Station and been released."

"Instead he chose to rape a white teenager in Washington. He not only raped
the boy, he tortured him almost until the kid died. Bad mistake on his
part, we found his SS number at the crime scene. Now this is where it gets
worse. Apparently he also did the same thing in four places between the VA
Hospital and Washington. At least there were four cases of rape and Torture
of teen boys in four different cities. Same MO so we think he did them
all. It became an interstate crime then and was turned over to the FBI. I
got the call."

"You haven't heard a word from him Gary?"

"Not a thing Gerry."

"Damn, I was hoping he might have called you. You two were pretty close at
one time."

"That was before he went to Viet Nam and Brian got killed. He came back
with so much hate in him he was a different man. We tried to bring him out
of it, but he almost killed Simon and I one night and I called it quits."

"You want to tell me about that Gary?"

I took him inside and told him everything I knew, including about the night
at the house.

"You two still into that stuff Gary? I thought you might have grown out of
it."

"Just between Simon and me. No one else."

"Okay."

WE went back out and sat. Gerry had another beer.

"You know he has a big Wheel chair Van?" I said.

"Really, where did he get that?"

"WE bought it together in Mundare. When Simon and I left the VA, I told him
he could keep it."

Gerry wrote it all down in a booklet he carried. I gave him the description
and license number that was on the Van.

"Look Gary, if he calls or comes here please call us." He handed me his
card.

"You can bet on it Gerry."

Jerome must have planned his end very carefully. HE picked a State that had
the death penalty for murder. In Austin Texas, he raped and castrated a
young Mexican boy along with his brother. Then leisurely drove out of town
to a farm house. That's where the FBI and State Police caught up with him.
He gave up without a fight. He's now on death row in Texas. I guess he has
come full circle and will join Brian soon. Simon got a letter from his
lawyer. He willed the balance of his money to Simon.

I never spoke his name again in my life. Simon and I have been happy
together now for 30 years. We both retired and now still sometimes enjoy a
few things in our basement.

THE END.
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