Date: Wed, 07 Jan 2004 20:11:02 -0700
From: Greg Young <afgreg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Memories 4

Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't have
any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!!

This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
Homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue.
If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed
at your own risk.

This is a story of the 1950's, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society, as sex was fairly safe between males at that
time. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken today with impunity only in
the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play
safely, sanely and healthily.

For obvious reasons the names have been changed, and also the chronology has
been shortened in order to tighten the story up.

I wish to dedicate this to Garth Wells, my mentor, without him this story
would never have been written. He is a great writer himself and has given me
encouragement and help all through this, my first attempt at writing. I also
want to acknowledge Pete Brown and Bill Smith whose stories have given me so
much pleasure.

I hope that you will find the following worthwhile.


Air Force Memories 4

I now moved from my solitary quarters in with the rest of the officers. My bed
was in a pretty good place, since I was the most junior it was next to a door
in the side of the building. This gave me some extra air in the summer, but
became a little chilly in the winter. However, this was offset by my having
one of the stoves heating the place in the center section, was just about
opposite the foot of my bed, so I got a real benefit of the heat.

Captain's Brock and Bishop, Major Castle and Lt. Padgett all came to help me
get settled in and all my stuff moved over from the transient quarters. They
were most helpful to me. Captain Maxwell became my military mentor. Chris had
told me about him. He had been in WWII and been wounded, had a metal plate in
his head, and was rather temperamental, there were only a few he associated
with. I was glad for his help and he really gave me a lot of valuable
information, which I was able to use.

As time went on I got to know and become friends with Major Castle, Captain's
Brock, Bishop and Maxwell, and with Lt.'s. Holcombe and Padgett. The rest I
guess you could classify as acquaintances.

Oh yes, even though he had private quarters Lt. Col. Sheffield proved to be a
true friend to me, and I shall always be grateful to him for his friendship
and words of help and encouragement when I really needed them.

My flight lessons were going well, and I really enjoyed the feeling of being
in the sky, it was a real feeling peace and contentment.

My relations with Park were up and down, one thing I was learning was that you
do not show emotion to him, keep a neutral look on your face if possible, do
not show pleasure or he will find someway to take it away, do not show disgust
or he will find even more disgusting things for you to do, do not show pain or
he will find more painful things to do. I was able to do most of these, but
was never able to mask pain from him for long, especially if it was anything
but a light pain. I do believe he delighted in degrading people, do not know
if it was because of the years his country and been held by the Japanese or
what, but he was a master at delivering pain.

The Monday Chris left, when I went to see the general, he informed he would
like me to come over only on Tuesday and Thursdays. I don't know if the
session with Chris that weekend and after all the sex, he needed a rest or
what, but I did not question it. In fact was happy to have some extra time for
myself.

I was still doing gymnastics, Song-San was pleased with how I was coming
along, and my muscles were becoming used to the exercise and seldom bothered
me. He pushed me and soon I was about at he same level I had been in college.
We discussed going on, and I told him I thought I had about reached the peak I
could do, he partially agreed, but said we would still keep working at it.
The sessions with the general changed a little, he would have me strip, put
the straps on to pull my balls down and then separate them, and now he began
hanging weights on them to stretch and pull them down further. The skin looked
almost transparent to me and I just hoped it would not break. He came up the
idea of putting suction cups on my nipples and when they were hard and erect
he used some clothespins, which had nails rounded off in the heads which he
then attached to my nips and with "s" hooks hung weights on them pulling my
nipples out and down. He found innovative ways of fucking my mouth. One of
them was he had be get in a large chair he had with my ass at the back and my
legs up against the back of the chair, he would then sit on my upper chest,
pull by head up and fuck his cock in and out of my mouth, this was most
uncomfortable for me, not only because of the position, but because his
buttocks would bounce up and down on pins on my nips.

He also enjoyed fucking me by getting me on my back, lifting my legs up until
my ass was at his cock height and ramming it in, I was only on my shoulders as
he stood over me and slightly bent fucked me both fast and furious or slow and
gently, but whichever way his cock was constantly hitting my prostrate and
making me hard and dripping, if it looked like I might cum he would grab my
bound balls and squeeze causing pain, or he would did his fingernails into the
glans of my cock, either way would cause me to lose my erection, until he had
again fucked me into being hard. When he finally came he would work my cock,
tell me to open my mouth and then try to aim the cum into my open mouth, so I
would have to swallow my own cum. Whenever I left him, my poor balls were sore
and somewhat swollen, and my nips were red and very sore and swollen. He said
in time they would get even bigger and he would increase both the tension and
weights on them.

I missed having someone shower with me and get my back scrubbed, also keeping
my body shaved was a bit more difficult. One day a ran into Tony the tiger and
asked him if he would mind helping me do some body shaving, grabbing his
crotch, he told me: "Would enjoy helping you, for a small favor in return."
Knowing the favor he wanted I consented and made arrangements to meet him at
the shower about 2200 when it would probably be empty and we could lock the
door.

Right on time he met me, carefully shaved my ass, cock, balls and perineum.
Then he did my armpits and the back of my legs. Coming around he did my chest
and stomach and only left a triangle above my cock.

He knelt and did my legs, as he was finishing he took my cock into his mouth
and began giving me the blowjob of my life. I could feel his tongue working
under my foreskin, then slurping over the glans, the more he worked the harder
I got, his mouth slipped down until it hit my pubes and he did things with his
throat and mouth which was driving me crazy. He worked on me for some time and
just when I thought I could take no more and would come, he quit. Pushed my
down on the wet floor, spread my legs and began rimming my ass and rosebud.
When I was nice and sloppy he pushed his cock into me and with only a couple
of shoves felt his pubes on my ass. He was both long and wide and stretched me
out, but he no way caused me any pain. He took his time bringing me to the
brink several times and then bending down took my cock in his mouth and as he
came I exploded in his mouth. His cock deflated and began to slide from my
ass, Tony reached down, pulled me up and kissed me with a vengeance, he had
retained some of my jizz in his mouth and now this was passed back and forth
and I was tasting and taking my own cum.

We stood under a shower again, then dried, dressed and left. For as long as he
was there I no longer had to worry about getting body shaved. Also, he said
next time I was to fuck him. Seems I had found a "fuck buddy", at least for a
while.

I was getting used to living with the other officers, Captain Brock, was as I
had been told something of an exhibitionist, he strolled around naked and
thought nothing of it. He really needed to do some exercising, as though he
had a good body, he was beginning to go flabby. He had a normal cock and two
good-sized balls hanging free between his legs. Had a wealth of stories and
was extremely good-natured. He would come over naked, sit on my bunk with me
and since he would be involved in my flying lessons go over the finer points
of flight with me. He never knew what a hard time I had keeping from him how
he kept causing me to have an erection, when he would sit naked next to me,
and at times to make a point reach over and touch me.

Lt. Padgett had a southern drawl and was forever talking about his sexual
exploits and being in daisy chains, the way he told the stories it was
somewhat difficult to tell if he was talking about relations with males or
females. Other than that, he was helpful and fun to be around.

Major Castle sort of took an interest in me, and gave me all the finer points
or protocol that I would need to know, he also rather looked out for me, and
when I would come home wiped out from a session with Park he would somehow get
most of the people out of the barracks until I fell asleep and then cautioned
them to be quiet. I am not sure how much they all knew, or if it was a quiet
conspiracy, but whatever it was I learned to appreciate it. Of course Capt.
Barringer complained, but by this time, most of the officers were tired of him
and rather ignored him. Of course that only made matters worse, as he needed
attention and would go to lengths to get it. Since we were in a war zone it
was not necessary for us to salute higher ranks and this gave me a chance to
rather totally ignore him since the painting incident.

Hooray, apparently Col. Sheffield knows someone, Capt. Barringer is being
transferred to another unit, whether we will get a replacement for him or not
we do know. He leaves in two days, everyone happy.

The days slipped by, I finished my pilot training, and soloed in the trainer,
the general's two-engine plane and a fighter. The fighter plane was a joy; I
flew it out over the ocean, and out of sight of anyone, did rolls, dives and
generally tried everything I could think of. Glad I did, as it was the only
time I was ever to fly the fighter. Of course it was a prop driven plane, none
of the Koreans had jets at this time.

The general had a special little ceremony where I became an honorary Korean
Air Force officer, he borrowed a uniform from one of his aides for me to wear,
and pinned my wings on me. As a bootleg pilot I of course was not supposed to
fly and US planes, but did get to.

That night Park required me to see him. Instead of making me strip, he
undressed me and as he did so, was telling me what he intended to do to me. As
soon as my shirt and tee shirt were gone, he placed the pins with the weights
on my nips and then added a weight to each pin; they really pulled on my tits
and were painful. He made me raise my arms and proceeded to put clothes pins
in the arm pits, and then put some around the pecs and down toward the naval.
He removed my sox, and then undid my pants, and pulled my pants and underwear
down in one motion, having me step out of them. He grabbed the ball harness,
which pulled my balls down and separated them and put it on, it was quite
painful, he had made the strap a 2" one, and using a "s" hook on the strap
separating my balls he placed a five pound weight, and to make matters worse
he put some clothespins on my cock and foreskin. Having me bend over, he
proceeded to stuff a series of round or oval shaped objects up my ass, and
placed some clothes pins around my hole. I was in agony, but tried not to show
it. When all of this was accomplished he told me to run in place and lift my
legs up as far as I could. I tried, but it was difficult and painful, when I
did not do it to his satisfaction, he added more weights to the nipple pins,
and exchanged the five pound weight hanging from my balls with a ten pound
weight. I was then made to run around the room, the action caused some of the
clothespins to fall off, and weights on my tits and balls were swinging,
causing even more pain, and I knew tears were running from my eyes. He
followed me and if he did think I was going as fast as he thought I should he
let go and hit me with a paddle. This was the first time this had happened and
I was shocked at the pain of being hit on the ass, as well as it tended to
move the objects shoved up my ass. Finally I was allowed to stop, my ass must
have been red, as it was really burning, he came over and began removing the
clothespins from my body, in his own special way, by pulling them off. He made
me lie down on my back, lift my legs and he yanked the objects out of my ass,
they were attached my a cord, and so after each one came out there was a pause
as the cord brought the next one up to the sphincter and pulled through, he
varied the pulling so there was not pattern to bringing them out. He took a
rope attached it to a hook on the wall and attached the other end to the top
of the weight on my balls and then pulling the rope tight brought the weight
so it was over my cock and was pulling my balls up and out. He grabbed a
dildoe and informed he would make my ass chute feel much better. I had not
noticed him rubbing something on the dildoe, but once he began to insert it I
knew it was trouble. He had used some kind of cream like "BenGay", and it was
causing a burning sensation in my ass. After, he had inserted the dildoe all
the way in, he wiped his hands on my balls and the same burning sensation
started. He left me there in pain as he slowly undressed and put a condom on
his cock, after all he did not want to get the ointment on him. He pulled,
pushed and twisted the dildoe in me, until I was really squirming, and this
only cause more pressure on my balls. The son of a bitch was thoroughly
enjoying my discomfort. He finally yanked the dildoe out and shoved his
sheathed cock in. It was a brutal rape, and did nothing to soothe the fire in
my ass. He fucked me for what seemed hours, and finally cumming pulled out. I
thought I would have some relief, but he went over to the phone spoke on it
and in a minute three naked juniors came in. He told them to fuck me, and do
it hard. He had not told them of the ointment in my ass, they were to fuck me
without a condom. The first drove his cock up me and when his pubes hit my
ass, stopped and began to pull out, but the general said: "You will fuck him
now!" The poor guy's cock must have hurt as the ointment got on it, but for
some reason the bare skin of his cock seemed to help me. Later I found out the
general had coated his condom with more of the stuff before he fucked me, so I
had a good coating up my ass. The first one finally came, and the jizz in my
ass began to help alleviate the burning. By the time all three had fucked, the
jizz and accompany ass juice had just about caused the pain to cease, now it
was only a minor irritation, but my balls still felt on fire.

Park now had me suck off the three who as he put it "Put out your fire."
Fortunately they had used a warm cloth to clean their cocks or else my lips
and mouth might have been in the same fiery condition. After bringing each of
them to a climax, they were dismissed, and Park looking at me said: "Now what
shall I do?" I had hoped he would let me go, but he was getting his reward or
allowing me to fly. He released the rope holding the ball weight, made me get
up and move around the room on all fours, with the tit and ball weights
swinging. After doing this three times, he had me do squats, jumping jacks and
pushups, all of which caused the weights to swing. Having me stand at parade
rest he began removing the weights, first from the balls, then from the tits,
he roughly pulled the clothespins from my nips and finally released my cock
and balls. Fondling my balls and giving them a rough squeeze he told me to
dress and leave. As I was getting ready to walk out the door he said: "Young,
take these and use them at least four times a day, fifteen minutes minimum."
Oh, fuck he handed me suction cups to be used on my nipples, and said: "Why
not put them on now and let them work as you walk back." My nips were sore and
swollen, but I pulled open my shirt lifted my tee and put the cups over the
nipples, I could feel the pull and it was not pleasant. Pulling my tee down
only pressed the cups harder against me, and when I buttoned my shirt, I
noticed that there were now protuberances where my shirt pockets were. Since I
smoked I could put the pack of cigarettes in the left shirt pocket, but knew I
would have to come up with something for the other one, as knew I would have
to use the suction cups during the day.

I walked in pain back to the compound, and could only think of getting a good
hot shower, I grabbed a towel, went to the shower building, pulled the cups
off my now really swollen nips, turned on a tap to as hot as I could stand it
and just stood there luxuriating in the warmth and the soothing it brought to
my painful body. When I was shaving, I noticed that my nipples were really
stretched out, puffy and the area around them real red, I wondered what Park's
regime for them would do. Looking down I saw my balls hanging a bit lower than
usual and that my cock was reddish. I had been hard most of the night, but due
to the pain had no desire to cum. Wrapping the towel around me, I headed for
bed, but found I did not feel sleepy. I dressed and went to the club, as I sat
alone on the screened porch an airman came up to me and said: "Excuse me are
you Lt. Young?" Answering him in the affirmative, he told me he was one of the
two American's working the tower on the flight line, and congratulated me on
finishing my flight training. He waved to another airman who joined us and I
learned these were the two controllers I had been talking to when taking off,
landing and asking for instructions. They introduced themselves as Airmen 2nd
Class Dick Thomas and Gene Woltz. I told them, that since I was a bootleg
pilot that the information could not be common knowledge. They agreed not to
spread it around. I learned Thomas was from my home state and this began I
fine friendship between the three of us. However, it was a strictly an above
board friendship and nothing sexual ever happen between us. They did however,
become involved in many good and enjoyable times for me as long as they were
there. We chatted for sometime, and finally feeling sleeping, I suppose from
the day and the scotch I had been drinking I was off to bed. The barracks was
quiet and I stepped outside to brush my teeth, then without turning on a
light, stripped and got into bed covering my self only with a sheet, as the
night was warm.

Woke up the next morning all tangled in the sheet and with a tremendous hard
on, was glad that Jim-San had come in the door by me and had awakened me
before the others saw me in my aroused state.

We have a new captain replacing the ass, Alexander Carroll MacGregor, had an
American mother and a Scottish father, born in Washington D.C., moved back to
Scotland when he was five, came to the US when he was 18 to attend Cornell,
and enlisted in the Army Air Corps when he graduated in the spring of 1942.
Trained as a fighter pilot, sent back to England, and spent the war years
there, went regular after the war. He was a pleasant looking guy, about 5"10"
and had reddish gold hair. The interesting thing was as he was unpacking out
came two kilts and bagpipes. He promised not to drive us crazy with the
bagpipes, but wore the kilt whenever he did not have to be in uniform.
At dinner we say him dressed in white shirt open part way down his chest,
wearing his kilt, sporran, and knee length white stockings with tabs. He cut
quite a figure. After dinner when we were back at the barracks, Padgett asked
him what was so great about the kilt. Alex answered: "Well it depends, when
one meets a willing lad or lassie and wants to pork it is easy." Saying this
he flipped up the front of his kilt showing his most respectable cock and
balls. He continued: "Or if you want to be porked it makes the ass most
accessible." Turning around he flipped up the kilt showing us he muscular ass.
Padgett could not leave well enough alone and went on: "So which is it you do,
pork or be porked?" Alex smiling said depends on the laddie, as can only pork
with the lassie." Padgett went on: "So have you ever been porked or porked a
laddie?" With a grin Alex said: "Aye, many times would you be interested in a
little go around?" Padgett blanched, mumbled something and took out the door.
Alex looked at the rest of us and began to laugh. For about a week he never
let up on Padgett, making some comment about what I nice ass he had, or what a
manly cock he had. There was not much Padgett could do to get away from him as
their beds were straight across from each other. Alex was completely
uninhibited and free with his speech and actions.

Alex saw me sunbathing and decided to join me, I thought it would be nice to
have company again, but as he lay next to me he would take his foot and rub it
up and down my leg, and soon I would develop a hard on, and need to turn over,
then he would do the same to the other leg. I would whisper: "Alex, stop." He
would just grin and wink at me, but did stop soon enough so I could get soft
before I had to get up. After a few days of this when I had turned over to
hide the erection, he leaned over and said to me: "One of these days laddie we
will find and wee spot and you and I will have the time of our lives." With
that he kissed the back of my neck ran his hand between my ass cheeks and got
up.

When he was wearing the kilt and knew that no one but me had a clear view of
him he would sit so that his cock and balls were on view to me, or pretend to
be searching for something and ride his kilt up over his ass. As soon as he
saw me seeing him he would grin and give me a wink. I have to admit that he
was becoming very attractive to me, but knew of no place where we could be
alone.

It was almost two months since my gymnastics had begun again and Song-Sam had
informed Park that he thought I had progressed to my maximum and he was quite
proud of me. Park had not been to see me practice for while and for that I was
grateful, but he pulled a grand surprise on me. He sent a notice over to our
compound that there would be a gymnastic exhibition in two weeks, there would
be two university gymnasts from Seoul, two from the army in Pusan, two from
the navy at Chinhae, two from our training wing, and 2nd Lt. Young. I was
furious, I did not believe that I was good enough for a competition. I went
over to see Song-Sam, and told him what I thought, he said he believed I could
do it, and so I set up a training schedule for every day from not until the
date of the exhibition. With Song-Sam's encouragement and training I began to
think maybe I would not do so bad after all. The next time I saw Park I told
him that I did not have the proper uniform for a competition, so he took me
down to the training wing, had some gymnastic uniforms brought out, had me
strip and try them on until he found one he thought fit me the best.

Now I had no excuse and knew I must perform. I met the other contestants the
morning of the exhibition, and decided I really was in better shape than any
of them, a couple seemed to be muscle bound and the rest were about average.
The exhibition went off quite well, the men from our compound more or less
came and went during the day, as did the people from the training unit.
However, Lt. Col. Sheffield, Major Castle, Captains MacGregor, Brock and
Bishop were there for almost the entire time.

Even though there were no official scores taken, Park asked the various
trainer/coaches to rate the various performers. Much to my surprise I was
rated second due to a bad dismount from the high/low bars. My people
congratulated me, and Park came over and said he wanted me back in the gym the
next morning as they were going to have a little closing get-together.
We celebrated my success at the club that night and several said they thought
I should have been first, it helped my ego no end, but privately I still felt
that I could have done better.

The next morning at 0900 I was back at the gym, and the others came straggling
in, there was tea and some kind of pastry there for us to snack on, most of
them visited but still only know very few Korean words I just quietly sat and
waited.

When Park came in he stood up and made a speech in Korean, the others all
turned and looked at me and I wondered what he had said. He came over to me
saying: "You have disgraced me by being second and must be punished. Strip now
or I will have them strip you." In shock I removed my clothes and stood naked
before them. Park had his dreaded bag with him and reaching in got the ball
stretcher and spreader out, I noticed the spreader seemed even wider. He
called Song-Sam over and had him pull my balls down as far as he could as Park
fastened the stretcher and spreader. Then bending me over he shoved a dildoe
up my ass and fastened the straps so it would not come out. When this was done
he said and now you will do the same routines you did yesterday, and if you do
not do them up to standard you will be punished. I knew and knew that he knew
he had set me up for failure so he could punish me even more. I was
embarrassed and ashamed as it was but had no choice but do begin the routines.
The floor exercises and the balance bar, though I was in some pain went quite
well and I was able to keep from making any mistakes, when it came to the
pommel horse Park came over and somehow had gotten some alligator clips which
though strong were not much worse than the nailed clothespins had been. He
clipped these on my nipples and attached a chain between them. I thought this
was it, but he attached a weight to the chain and told me to begin. Now I was
in pain, and with each movement the chain and weight would swing pulling and
tugging my nipples. I somehow managed to get through that one without any
mistakes though was a little slower than usual. When I went to the parallel
bars, he decided to move the weight from the chain and attached a weight to
each nipple clamp. With the swinging, twisting and turning required for this
routine the weights were freely swinging pulling my nips out, hitting against
my chest and causing me twice to make a mistake. Song-Sam was talking to Park
as I dismounted and walked over to the high/low bars. He came over and said I
could take a rest for a while and have some tea. While I was over by the table
several of the trainers came over and ran their hands over my body, feeling my
musculature development, and playing with my stretched, separated balls and
hard cock. Song-Sam came over with a warm damp towel to wiped my face
whispering "Open mouth", when I did he slipped two pills in and then gave me
so more pills. He said: "For pain." Park told me to continue but he removed
the weights from my nipples and he knew they could cause some major problems
with this particular routine. With the rest and the pills dulling the pain I
did much better on the high/low than I had on the parallel and felt good about
it. Now all that was left was the rings, which were really my best routines. I
walked over and Park met me there smiling as he stopped me placed the weights
back on the nipples and added one to the strap separating my balls. I was now
in definite pain, but due to the pills was more of just a constant throbbing
going through my body. Song-Sam lifted me up so I could grab the rings, and
Park removed the weight on my balls and replaced it with a bullet shaped one,
which was even heavier.

Forcing myself to concentrate only on the routine and not the pain I began
with the Iron Cross and the weights swung and pulled at me, when I did a
reverse the weights fell the other way, and each change brought a different
pull on the weights. I did not know how I would dismount; there was no way I
could do a somersault with that weight on my balls. Song-Sam motioned me to
let myself swing down, he removed the weight I went back up and then did my
dismount. Stood and with my arms down straight bowed to the others.

Park spoke to the group in Korean and then turning to me said: "I have told
them you did not do your best, therefore for the next three hours until they
leave you are theirs to do as they please. They may not do anything which will
harm you or leave marks, but may use as they wish sexually and otherwise." I
thought back to what had happened to Chris at his farewell and know I went
white under my tan. I noticed that there were only nine, somehow the men from
the training wing had been sent back and would participate in this.
The group was busy removing their clothes and the ones from Seoul were the
first to come over, they rummaged in Park's bag, found an even larger dildoe
which they used to replace the one already in me, then putting additional
weights on the chain between the clips on my nips and exchanging the weight on
my stretched balls, putting a 5 lb. one on said: "Now lets go for a run around
the gym." Picking up some bamboo canes they began to whip my back and ass and
said "Run", two of them paced with me and if I tried to slow down began the
whipping again. They made me do two laps around the gym, the weights were
swinging, pulling and the pain pills were not helping much, the weight on my
balls was hitting against my thighs and I knew I would be bruised and sore.
Finally bringing me back to where the rest were, the three removed the weights
and clips from my nipples, and had me kneel on the floor. The first one stood
in front of me, saying; "Lick my cock and suck my balls", he pushed his cock
in my face and one of his companions knelt down and began to massage my
nipples which were in pain from the blood rushing back in them. I had the cock
shoved my mouth and he began face fucking me. When he thought he was not
getting enough action he nodded his head and his companion pulled and twisted
my nips some more and one time the third one placed his foot between the legs
of the one getting service and put it on my sore balls and pressed down with
all his weight, it was almost more than I could take, it was with great
control I managed not to throw up or bend over in pain. The three of them were
laughing. I was forced to suck each of them off, and their companions
maintained the same kind of treatment of my body. When the last one came in my
mouth, I sagged, placing my hands on the floor and hoped for a minute's rest.
The next group was the army from Pusan; they removed the dildoe and had me lay
face down, on a bench, with my legs on each side and my ass at the end, with
the weight on my balls hanging down. One of them shoved two fingers in my ass
and began pulling and stretching. Then he pulled them out and shoved his cock
into my already sore channel; he fucked fast and furious, hitting his pubic
area against my ass and reaching around pulling and twisting my nips. As he
came he bit down hard on my back and I screamed in pain. The other two
followed much the same procedure except the coach first took one of the bamboo
canes and thoroughly whipped my back and ass until I could not stop the tears
from rolling down my face and my voice became hoarse with yelling. His cock
was longer and thicker than any I had ever had and he gave real pain when he
just shoved it in. As used and stretched as my ass was this pushed it even
further, I was moaning in pain and he fucked me, slapped my sore ass cheeks
and finally came, then made me lick his cock clean.

The last three, came over had me stand and picking up canes began to whip my
body, one concentrated on my sore nipples and pecs, another whipped my cock
and balls and the third worked over my legs. I do not know how, but they were
so practiced that the skin was not broken, but even with my tan I turned red
as with a bad sunburn, and it hurt just as bad. They had me stand and bend
over one fucking me and having another sucked, when the one fucking came the
one being sucked took his place and fucked me and the last one stuck his cock
in his mouth. While the last one was fucking me the first two brought their
cocks to my mouth and had me lick and suck them clean, as did the last one.
After this they dressed and left, I collapsed on the floor and Song-Sam came
over removed the weight, and the ball spreader and separator, for the first
time in what seemed forever I did not have any foreign objects attached to my
body. He helped me to the shower and I stood under the hot water letting it
try to soothe my body, when I cane out he gently dried me, gave me two more
pain pills and said I could dress and go home.

When I got back all I wanted to do was rest, throwing off my clothes I got
into bed, some of the others notice how red I was and the mark on my back
where I was bitten, and wanted to know what happened. Now way could I tell
them, so just said: "It was part of an initiation into their gymnastics club."
Curled up in my pain and tried to sleep.


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