Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 16:25:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: RJ PUNTTTTT <ball_pain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Controled and Humiliated

Nothing like a tall, thin, shaved head, skinhead or
skater type of guy to get my blood boiling, they have
an attitude that makes me want to surrender to them
and let them do what ever they want to me or can make
me do almost anything.   Me, I am tall, slim, shaved
body but certainly not skinhead type of guy more
business type, but don't be fooled I am a bottom who
will submit to almost all forms of S&M and humiliation
to please my Top.  I am good looking; at least that is
what people tell me.   I don't know about most people
but I look in the mirror and see just an average guy
so it is always hard to say I am good looking

He advertised on the net, the picture he put in of his
body was hot, nice, toned, slim and sexy.  Said he
wanted a tall slim man to humiliate in public, got
hard when his cock and balls were abused, loved tit
play and water sports -- especially public water
sports.  Also one who liked to be told what to do,
wear and behave in public. I had to reply.

We corresponded a bit and I found out he was a top who
liked to use business types such as me for his own
pleasure, S&M and especially to humiliate them. His
name was Sean.  We arranged a meeting at a local dance
club that catered to the wilder side of life.  The
clientele was skin heads and skater types, S&M types,
kink and then the preppies who wanted to experiment.
He ordered me what to wear, a tight white t-shirt,
just down to the waist of the tight, white, nylon,
shorts , no underwear and a cock ring.  The shorts
were to have the seam open in the crotch about 4
inches just so when I bent over the opening could be
seen.  I was to shave my body from the neck down,
including arm pits, ass, and pubic hair and to make
sure it was smooth.   Also to make sure my hole was
well cleaned out.  He said he would surprise me and he
didn't send a face picture but I sent him mine so he
could find me.

When I got to the club I got a bottle of water, he
liked to party as did I and alcohol and parting don't
mix.  I was about to take a sip when from behind I
heard a hot voice say `don't turn around yet, take
this with your first sip of water and don't move until
I tell you to'  I obeyed, looked at the pill and
determined it was a `Cialas' and took it, knowing that
this could cause some humiliating moments later.

I stayed where I was until he turned me so I was
facing the out for all to see.  I felt his hands
exploring my body, his chest pushed against my back.
First he checked out my chest and abs, his hand
reaching under my tight shirt pinching each nipple
hard running his hand down my chest.  Then to my
crotch, he opened my fly and pushed his hand in,
grabbing my cock, stroking it several time, of course
the whole bar could see what he was doing due to the
tightness of my clothes, I could feel my face turn
red.  Then he grabbed my balls, squeezing them
together then crushing each one between his fingers.
He pulled his hand out, and left my fly open, I was
about to zip up when he ordered me to leave my fly
open, until he told me to close it.  Then he stepped
back one step and his hands traveled to my ass feeling
the outside, rubbing his hands over each cheek, and
his finger slipped into the ripped seam and probed my
hole, pushing in and forcing my hole open, fucking me
with his finger.  I was being examined and inspected
in a busy bar.  When he pulled his finger out, he
shoved it into my mouth to lick it clean, fortunately
I had had several enemas as I was ordered to ensure I
was clean and prepared for what ever he decided, so I
sucked his finger clean.  Several people close by were
watching as this inspection occurred, they were
pointing and laughing and I heard one say `I need a
slut like that to work over in public'

`Nice body boy' he said, `so you want me to use you
like you have never been used before.'

He turned me around, and I was not disappointed, he
was exactly as his picture showed, nice tight, slim,
tall body plus beautiful face. `Yes Sir' I responded.

`Good, well lets dance for a bit first' he said as he
led me to the dance floor, fly still open.

As we got to the dance floor he provided me with some
party favours and he had some to and we began to
dance.  At first it was just casual dancing, and then
he would come behind me and grind into my ass,
reaching around and pinching my tits or putting his
hand into my pants and grabbing my cock and stroking
it, not trying to hide anything he was doing.  He then
ordered me to take of my shirt and I did right away,
with the shirt just over my head he roughly pinched
each nipple and then he took my shirt and stuck it in
a belt loop of his jeans and we danced some more.  He
finally said that he needed to piss.  I was about to
leave the dance floor with him when he came up to me
real close, face to face.  I saw him pull out his cock
and it was hot, at least 6 inches soft and uncut, he
pushed closer and put his cock into my pants and we
just moved gently.  Then all of a sudden I felt his
warm piss cover my crotch and soak my pants.  Sean
would let just enough go so that I it would start to
drip down my legs, but the fabric of my pants soaked
most of it up.  He did this several times until the
fronts of my pants were soaked with his piss, the
white nylon not hiding a thing including the outline
my hard on which was being helped by the Cialas and my
balls which were pushed forward because of the cock
ring.  The he led me off the dance floor, the other
way than the washrooms and we stood at the side lines
of the dance floor him behind me, feeling me and
calling me degrading names.  People were looking and
pointing at me, soaked and fly open, laughing and
saying what a pathetic pig I was.  I really didn't
care, yes I was humiliated but at the same time I was
under the control of a hot man.  He then led me past
them and to the washroom.  He took my water bottle,
dumped it contents and the stood at the urinal and
filled it with the remainder of his piss and handed it
back to me.  This is what you will drink until I tell
you otherwise.  Both you and I will keep it filled,
and maybe others.

We went back to the dance floor and resumed dancing
with him touching and feeling my body freely.  At some
point I felt another body behind me, Sean was working
my tits, pinching and pulling them, making me really
horny and hard.  The other bodies hands snaked around
and slid into my fly and started to jerk my cock.  I
became harder and of course the outline became highly
visible with the wet fabric of my shorts. He played
with my foreskin, sticking his finger under it and
rubbing it over my head, he brought his finger to my
mouth, pushed it in and I sucked it.  He then took his
finger and forced the top into my piss slit, in
essence fucking my piss hole.  He grabbed my balls and
began to squeeze hard.  My knees got weak as he
squeezed harder. I saw Sean's hand slide into my pants
as well and cover the man's hand and squeeze his hand
and force my balls tighter.  Between the 2 of them
they held me up as the continued the pressure on my
balls -- Sean saying `lets see what u can take for your
Master' the man behind me whispered into my ear that
he would love to use me. I looked over my shoulder and
saw a hot skater type of guy.  I leaned into him and
said I had no say in who used me tonight it was
totally up to my Top -- Sean and I introduced them, his
name was Matt.

They sandwiched me and we danced, me feeling them up
and them abusing my body, pinching, squeezing and the
occasional knee to my balls.  Matt found the hole in
my pants and started to push into my hole, first one
finger and then two. Sean was hard in his jeans and I
felt that he was wearing no underwear and had on a
ball stretcher.  He allowed me to put my hand in his
jeans and feel his cock, stroke it and rub my finger
over the head.  Matt was wearing baggy shorts and was
hard also but had on jock strap. I reached into the
leg of his shorts and released his cock from his jock
and felt it grow in my hand as I massaged his huge low
hanging balls.  He pushed my hand away and pushed is
cock into the whole in my shorts and I felt him let go
a short stream of piss at my ass hole, the stream
hitting my hole and dripping down my legs to be soaked
up by the nylon of my shorts.  He pushed harder and I
felt his cock enter me -- I was being fucked on the
dance floor and no one knew.  He stopped and told me
to stop as well and then I felt him let go piss into
my hole, I could feel my hole filling it was hot.  I
hoped no one recognized what he was doing.  While
still embedded in my hole he leaned over my shoulder,
kissed Sean and told what he had done to me and then
roughly pulled out. I felt several drops of piss leave
my hole as pinched it closed.

I had by this time drained my piss bottle and needed
more, so Sean reached in and pulled out my cock and
aimed it at my bottle and told me to fill it.  At
first it was difficult but eventually I let go and
filled my bottle

Both men begin to travel toward the corner and
directed me off of the dance floor. My shorts were
soaked and my hard cock tented them out and cramps
from the piss enema were beginning to set in.  They
found an empty table with 3 chairs and we sat me in
the middle.  Matt got a 2 plastic cups from the bar
tender and then sat down again.  Both held the cup in
front of their cocks and filled it with their piss.
They said we would not leave until I finished both
cups.  I began to sip and chug as best I could.   I
was then ordered to take my cock and balls out of my
pants and each man took one of my balls and began to
crush it, the pain traveled down my legs, through out
my groin and then up to my gut.  The feeling was
great; my knees were weak and the distraction made
drinking difficult.  Sean and Matt chatted about what
to do with me and Sean said he had a cargo van outside
and knew of a good outdoor place where they could use
me and an audience would be there.  Sean handed me my
shirt, ordered it on and to put my cock and balls back
then off we went to find his van.

When we got to his van he opened the side door,
ordered me to strip squat and let out my piss enema.
I did, fortunately for me the van was in a secluded
part of a parking lot.  Squating in front of these two
and letting out an enema was very humiliating,
especially as they taunted me telling me what a loser
and a pig I was.

Matt asked if there were any toys and Sean produced a
very large butt plug and some lube.  Matt ordered me
to suck Sean's cock while he prepared the butt plug
and pushed it up my hole.  Sean's cock was amazing,
thick, with a nice foreskin, I took it deeply in my
mouth while he fucked my face and I got the butt plug
pushed in.  It felt like a football sliding in,
ripping and tearing me open. Sean then ordered me into
the van and they tied me to the middle seat and placed
a hood over my head.  They both climbed into the front
and we drove away, where to I didn't know.  I felt
each bump of the van travel through the butt plug and
up into my body making my cock harder than before -- it
was obvious that the Cialas was doing its job.   After
a while we came to a stop and they untied and handed
me a pair of shorts to put on, these were not mine,
but similar in that they were light in colour, nylon,
only very short and very tight, forcing my cock
against my groin and showing the outline for the whole
world to see with my balls separated by the seam in
the crotch. As well I was handed a t-shirt, again very
tight and very short, leaving a gap of about 2 inches
between the waist band of my shorts and the bottom of
the shirt.   Sean started to rub and massage my cock
through my shorts until a huge wet spot showed up from
all of the pre-cum and Matt poured some water down the
crack of my ass, thus not much was left to the
imagination. They then took me into a coffee shop,
making me walk in front of them.  Sean steered me to a
booth and told me to sit on the inside.  Sean sat
across from me and Matt sat next to me.

The server was a hot young man, long hair, low slung
pants, when he took our order he stared at me and
winked.  I looked us all over and realized I was
dressed like a slut while my two companions were
dressed fairly normally.  Sean and Matt ordered extra
large coffee.  When I tried to order Sean said `Speak
only when Matt or I speak to you, we will tell you
what you will have' in front of the server and they
ordered me a small coffee and an apple juice.

When he returned with our order Sean asked `Don't
suppose you can supply us with special cream for his
coffee can you?'

He replied `I am on break now and would be happy to
get that cream for you, if you and he follow me'

Sean ordered me out of the booth and both he and I
followed, leaving Matt to watch our stuff.  Every step
made the butt plug move in my ass and made me harder
and drool more pre-cum.  When we got to the back the
server led us to a small room, closed the door and
locked it.  I was ordered to my knees.  The server
said he needed to piss before he could fill our cream
order and Sean said I could be his urinal.  I was
totally humiliated, sitting on my knees and being
talked about as if were nothing but a piece of meat to
use and then I realized I was exactly that.   Sean
directed the server to just lay his cock on my tongue
and let go until he was satisfied.  The server opened
his fly and took out a beautiful 7 inch cock almost
hard -- it was obvious he was turned on.  I was ordered
to open my mouth and take what he had to offer.  He
placed his cock on my tongue, concentrated and slowly
began to piss.  I closed my lips around his cock and
swallowed as much as I could.  He had a strong stream
and some spilled out and dripped down my chin and onto
the t-shirt. His piss tasted strong and salty.  When
he was done he took his cock out of my mouth and shook
the last drops of piss onto my face.

`Where do you want the cream?' the server asked.  Sean
held out my small coffee and suggested he add it right
to the coffee.  Sean unbuttoned the server's shirt
revealing a nice chest and perfect abs and started to
tweak and pull on his nipples and I began to suck on
his cock and balls as he jerked off for us.  When I
sensed he was close to cumming I started sucking on
his balls, which were large and smooth, pulling each
one into my mouth and rolling them around.  When I
felt them pulling up so he could cum, I sucked harder,
pulling them away from his body.  I felt him shudder
and his cock began to jerk, Sean placed the coffee cup
in front of his cock and he came in it -- six or seven
thick ropes of cum, lots of it like he had not come
for days.  When he was finished he shoved his cock
into my mouth ordering me to clean him up.  I greedily
sucked his cock clean until he was satisfied and
pulled out.  He kissed Sean and kicked me in the nuts
-- hard causing me to double up in pain.  Sean smiled
at me and wondered how he knew I liked cbt then
ordered me to my feet and we went back to our booth
where Sean placed my coffee cup in front of me and
ordered me to drink it.  I tentatively began to drink
my coffee, feeling the cream slide over my lips,
savouring it on my tongue when I noticed my apple
juice was open, but said nothing.

As we were sitting Sean ordered me to pull my balls
out of my shorts, just my balls, he laid a ball
stretcher on the table and told me to put it on.  I
opened the fly of my shorts and pulled out my balls,
leaving my cock trapped in my short.   In the position
I was sitting it would be difficult but I did, pulling
them out from my body and attaching it. He then told
me to keep my hands above the table finishing my
coffee and then my juice.  I continued to sip my
coffee, sucking up the last of the server's cream and
I felt his foot, more accurately his shoe resting on
my balls.  He started to push hard against my balls
crushing them under his foot, occasionally lifting and
kicking my balls with the heel of his shoes. Matt put
his hand in my short and put his finger under my
foreskin and started to massage the head of my cock
focusing on my piss slit again, forcing the end of his
finger in while Sean just kept increasing the pressure
on my balls, taking my breath away.  Concentrating on
drinking was difficult but eventually I finished my
coffee and then picked up my juice.  My first sip
revealed that it was piss -- Matt's piss and it was
still warm

`Chug it you pig' he hissed at me and I chugged about
half of it.  He then picked up the bottle and poured
the remaining content over my chest and shorts,
soaking me with his piss. And all the while he kept
forcing his finger into my piss slit and Sean kept
pounding my balls with the heel of his shoe.

By now I really needed to piss and told Sean. He said
good time to go anyway, stuff those balls back into
your pants and zip up. With the ball stretcher on it
was difficult to push my balls back into my short and
when I zipped up the pressure was intense, it felt
like my balls were being crushed by a vice.  When I
stood up it felt like my cock and balls were
protruding a foot from my body, of course my cock was
rock hard from Matt's abuse on to my cock head and
Sean's ball crushing as well as the Cialas, butt plug
forcing its way into my body and the ball stretcher.
And as we all know a full bladder gives you a hard on
as well.  It felt as if everyone in the coffee shop as
watching.  The server followed us out and stopped us
on the side walk.  He stepped up to me smiled, hugged
me and brought his knee up and slammed into my balls
and then thanked all of us for the good tip.  My
bladder felt like it was going to explode and when we
got to the van Matt said I could relieve myself.  I
was pulling down my fly when he said no, just to let
it go.  I had never pissed myself, I had been pissed
on  but this was new and embarrassing but I had no
choice and I let go.  The first drops soaked the
fabric of my shorts, then it welled around my cock and
began to drip down my legs and eventually the shorts
were totally soaked in piss.  It seemed like I pissed
for an hour and I was standing in a puddle of my own
piss.

`Now what?' asked Matt.

It is still early, let's take him to that park you
were talking about earlier and see what he does when
we tie him to a tree and make him public property?
Said Sean.

So they pushed me in the van, forced me to the floor,
stripped off my cloths and forced me to sit on my
butt, shoving the butt plug deeper into my hole and
then tied me up finally putting my piss soaked shorts
over my head like a hood, forcing me to smell my piss
and theirs.    As we drove I could only guess as to
the next level of humiliation and torture I would
receive, since they both liked to physically torture
their boys as well.  This I understood overhearing
different tortures they had inflicted on other subs
they had had.


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