Irian Jaya

By: David Andrew
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 5

There was still no sign of Andy, but I decided to try getting through on the radio to base. The first couple of calls went unanswered. I looked at the large log lying there in the middle of the clearing. If I stood up on it I would be just a little higher, might help with the transmissions. Then I thought of the reaction of the tribesmen, they might still be all around, watching for all I knew. I didn't want to loose any more body parts. After the longest time I did got a response, faint and distorted by the weak signal but it sounded good to me. The voice told me to listen out on VHF at around 1600, the chopper should be in range and would call us.

"Well so far so good," I said, "but what are we going to tell them back at camp? We're supposed to be gone till Friday and we're looking for a pick-up on Tuesday. And I don't know about you, but there's no way I can pull a pair of jeans over my dick, so that's another little problem."

"That's not a real problem, but if Andy doesn't come back soon that'll be a real problem. That’ll be much more difficult than explaining why we're walking around bollock naked." He was right of course. We had about an hour before the chopper would be calling, that boy just had to come out of the jungle because there wasn’t much hope of finding him. Although neither of us felt hungry I decided to fix us some food, it was something positive to do, something to keep the mind occupied. I was just pulling the food out of a rucksack when Andy appeared at the edge of the clearing, a dozen dark bodies just behind him. He just stood there as though unable to move any further.

"Hey! Look who's here!" Barry had seen him first. "You're just in time…were fixing something to eat. You can invite your friends, come on in."

Andy started to move slowly, carefully, one step at a time as though he was afraid of stepping on thorns. We were so surprised that we watched for a moment or two before going to his aid. As we started towards him the tribesmen vanished into the trees.

"Is it bad?" It was a stupid question.

"Yeah, well only when I laugh. Isn't that the way the joke goes?" Andy replied with a wry smile. At least he still had a sense of humor, that was good.

"Is it your cock?" I asked. The head looked red raw and had obviously been bleeding. We helped him over to where our stuff lay under the tree.

"No, my cock, well I've sort of forgotten about my cock since they started fucking me."

"They? Didn't you go with one guy?"

"I started out with one, we were doing great, I mean real great. I was hotter than hell. But then when he started to fuck me all those others just appeared out of the forest. They must have been watching…waiting."

"All those guys who were with you just now? They all fucked you?"

"Huh! All of those, and I don't know how many more. I lost count. They had me in a kneeling position, my hands were tied to the base of one tree, my legs were spread and ankles tied to two other trees. I suppose I should be grateful I wasn't flat on the ground with my dick in the dirt."

"Well that's true, kneel down here, let's see what we can do to ease the pain." Barry was obviously feeling responsible, he had to give the boy relief.

"Just don't touch that's all."

"OK, OK, just let's take a look." Andy knelt down and bent over. Barry very carefully eased the cheeks of his ass apart, but even this was enough to cause a sharp intake of breath. It was obvious why the boy had been walking slowly. The tight little pink hole that Barry had eased his cock into the day before was now a dark red and purple stain that filled the space between his cheeks. It made me wince just to look at it. "Now listen Andy," Barry said as soothingly as he could, "we'll have to put something on this to get you back to camp."

"No, no way! It's too much."

"Look, we've got to go in the chopper, it's coming to pick us up. In the afternoon, with the ground heated up, it'll be rough. Isn't that right David?"

"Yes, it's usually rough over mountains at this time of day. Let's see what we've got in the first aid kit . It'll be better for you. Really"

"Give me the kit," he said. "Let me have a look, if there's nothing in it that'll help then I'm not having anything at all." I took the small package over to where he knelt. There were pain-killer pills and anti-inflammatory pills; no problem taking them, and they would help. There was also a tube of cream, claimed to be antiseptic and soothing, suitable for abrasions. Barry wanted to apply it, Andy wasn't having any of it. Just then the radio burst into life.

"Explorers this is Uncle Charlie, do you read?" 'Explorers'! He was winding us up.

I reached for the set. "OK Uncle we read you."

"So what can I do for you fellas? Need some clean underwear from base?"

"No Uncle, the underwear situation is under control, but we'd like you come pick us up."

"Huh, that didn't last long. I thought you were staying for a week."

"So did we, but we ran into a bit of a problem. Can you come by this way?"

"Sure, can do, give me your co-ordinates."

"That's part of the problem. The GPS isn't working too well. Not to put too fine a point on it, it isn't working at all."

"So how far did you make along the mountain from where I dropped you?"

"We're still in the clearing where you dropped us."

"Jesus, you're real intrepid explorers!" He was really rubbing it in.

"Yeah, well we'll tell you all about it when you get here." It was amazing, just yesterday we were dropped, seemed like a week at least. "We'll fire one of the red flares when we hear you. Should be easy enough to see us. The weather's cavok."

"OK, be about thirty to forty minutes. I'll call again when I get closer in."

"Thanks. We'll listen out." Now it was decision time for Andy.      

"Look boy," said Barry, "there's no way you can sit as you are, and there's no way you can stand in the chopper. Right? So, like it or not, this cream is going up your ass hole. Now assume the position." I thought he was being a bit brutal, but he was right, it had to be done. Andy knelt down, I didn't stay to watch, there was clearing up to be done. I heard it and it sounded pretty bad.

"What'll we tell Charlie? I mean even if we can get some clothes on it'll be pretty obvious that we're not exactly walking normally. And when we get back to camp, we're going to need some attention, word will get around."

"Don't worry about Charlie, or the medical help. Remember I told you I'd made a couple of converts, told you when we were on the way from the airport? Well one of them was Charlie. The other was Kevin, young Irish Catholic nurse, he's in charge of the medical center. He was going to be a priest but lost his vocation, turned to nursing. Sexually he was totally screwed up, so was his mind. I'm straightening him out, he enjoys it more and more each time. I think he's nearly cured now."

"You're always the same, always land on your feet, you must have been a cat in a previous existence." He just laughed.

"OK now Andy, that feels better doesn't it? So lets see if you can get your jeans on. I'll slip this wad of cotton under your ass as you pull them up."

He was still walking very awkwardly, but he only had to get out of the chopper at the camp, a car could be arranged to get him to the medical center. By the time Charlie called again we were ready to go, although the three of us still had our cocks hanging out of our open flies. When we heard the fluttering of the rotor blades I fired one of the red flares, we knew he'd seen it because the sound came directly towards us. I started to ease my cock into my jeans. "What the fuck are you doing that for, there's no need to pretend with Charlie," said Barry.

"I'm not worried about Charlie, but when we get to camp we might look less conspicuous if our cocks aren't hanging out."

"Yeah, well on the way in is soon enough for me."

"OK, I guess you're right, I suppose it'll be more comfortable during the ride." And that's the way we looked when Charlie opened the door of the machine. He did a genuine double-take, then burst out laughing. When he heard what had happened he laughed even louder.

Darkness was just falling when we arrived back in camp. Although to my mind we looked like a trio of geriatrics as we struggled out of the chopper we made it to the medical center without being noticed. Kevin was there. Don't know what kind of a priest he would have made, but as the Irish say, ' he is a cause for confession'. I'm sure he must have caused a lot of sinful seed to be spilt in the small hours in the seminary. Kevin decided to keep Andy in for a night or two, just in case. I was envious, I just wished I needed that much attention. He peeled off the dressings that Barry had put on and was surprised to find how clean and healthy the wounds looked. He was amazed when he saw how our cocks were healing, he reckoned there should have been signs of infection by now. He asked about the liquid the tribesmen had used, but of course we had no idea what it was.

Within a couple of days Kevin decided that the dressings could come off. As he removed the dressing I was already stiffening up. I was only wearing a pair of cotton shorts, nothing else, and the feel of the cotton rubbing against my newly exposed dick-head brought it up like a pole. That made it worse. Under thin cotton there was no way of concealing the problem, and that made it worse again. I tried sticking it straight up into the waistband of the shorts, that was too painful unless the bright red head was sticking out by my belly-button. I tried pushing it down my leg but the shorts weren't long enough. Leaving the medical center I had one hand in my pocket holding my cock down across my thigh at an angle. I caught sight of my reflection in a window, I was walking hunched forward obviously carrying a concealed weapon. Well in a way that was true even though the weapon wasn't fit for use.

By the end of the week Barry was getting edgy, I guess I was too, we needed some action. He called Charlie. I heard only one side of the conversation of course, but it went like this. "I want you here at nine. This is going to be your initiation. You want it don't you?... I've played with you a bit, but this is going to be different, more painful, you understand?... OK... You're sure?... We'll do it. Now listen, this is what you'll do. Door will be open, come in, close the door, strip off. There'll be something on the small table, put it on and kneel down facing the door, legs wide apart, hands clasped at the back of your head. Got that?...OK, don't be late." He put the phone down and looked at me. "Well I don't need to ask you if you're in the mood."

I spent all day trying not to think about the evening. So what happened? I spent all day thinking about the evening. Charlie was a good looking guy, late twenties, well built. Well hung too. I knew because the thin cotton that everyone wore out there hides nothing. Barry started to lay out his toys. "You know," he said, "it's terribly difficult to keep the leather in good condition in this humidity, everything gets mildewed unless it is cleaned frequently."

I gave him a hand polishing up the black leather, but the whips he did himself. It was fascinating to watch, every thong, every inch of each of the whips was disinfected then re-polished. This is something he just loves doing, preparing instruments of loving torture. "So tell me about Charlie," I asked. "How far have you gone with him?"

"Charlie? Well when I came he was still a virgin, but he was interested, very interested. It started on a flight would you believe? Yeah, I guess you would believe. There were only the two of us in the chopper, I was sitting beside him. I'm not exactly sure how it got started, but the conversation got around to cocks sizes, how every man is worried about the size of his own. I told him from what I could see he didn't need to worry. So he comes out with the usual 'Oh I haven't got anything very much,' but I could see the swelling. His cock was straining to get out. So I tried it on, put my hand right on it. He flushed, but he didn't object. I eased the cotton out of the way, he's well hung, you've seen for yourself. A few strokes and he was up and hard. He reached out to fumble with my flies, the chopper was weaving around wildly so I decided to help. I hauled my own out. He felt me, I felt him, but nothing else happened that time. It's difficult, no probably impossible, in a helicopter. But the next time I flew with him he accepted an invitation to my room for a drink after the flight. Started out with a bit of mutual jerking, then sucking. It was a while before he was ready for fucking. Taking a cock was hard for him, but I'll say this, he wouldn't give up. Now he takes it well. Recently I started to work on his balls, gently of course. He's taken that well too, and he's made it clear that he wants to go a whole lot further. So, since we can't fuck, we'll give him something else he wants, we'll introduce him to cock and ball torture."

I was hard, I was aching, my nuts felt as if they were in a ball-press. I would have jerked off but Kevin had warned us it would strip away the newly formed tissue. I tried just a little, very lightly, I could tell he was right. "And Kevin? What have you done with him?"

"Kevin's a very different case. He hasn't told me anything about his past except that he was training to be a priest. But he was no virgin. I don't know what, but something happened at the seminary. Well it wouldn't be surprising would it? His looks in an all male community! We were both in the bar one night just last month. There was a lot of chat about something in the news, something to do with gays. They were all at it, 'fucking queers', 'goddamn faggots', 'should be strung up', all the usual crap. I could see that he was keeping very quiet. More than that, he was positively shrinking into a corner. I got talking to him, we ended up in his place. I didn't have to make a move. Soon as the door was closed he stripped and knelt on the bed, head down, ass up, waiting. I fucked him, of course. But afterwards I began to think about the position he was in. Head right down on the bed, ass up in the air, could it have been a beating he was waiting for? Haven't had a chance to find out yet, but I will."

"How about tonight?"

"Yes indeed! How about it? We could have the two of them... Yes that'd be hot alright."

"And what about young Andy?"

"Andy? There's nothing we can do with Andy, you know that."

"There's nothing we can do to Andy, but suppose we get him in here, bound and gagged, to watch. Let him see what he's going to get when he's fit?"

"Shit! Anybody ever tell you you've got a filthy mind?"

"Yes, thank God, lots of times! Get Andy in first, say eight-thirty, we'll grab him as he comes through the door, secure and gag him, then take him into the bedroom. Charlie’s coming at nine, we’ll blindfold him in the front room then secure him to one bed. If we get Kevin to come fifteen minutes later we can do the same to him and neither will know that there’s anyone else in the room."

"But Charlie and Kevin? Neither of them knows that the other one is gay."

"Does that matter? I mean they're going to find out one day soon," I said.

"Yes…I suppose so."

"And if we start very gently it'll be a while before either of them realizes that he’s not alone. And even then they won't know who the other guy is."

"Yes! This has the makings of a great evening. Only thing is how are we going to get our rocks off? I can't beat on mine, can you?"

"No way, it'll just peel."

"There's only one way to do it," said Barry.

"And that is?"

"Think."

"You mean the balls?"

"Yes... the balls. Just the balls."

"You know I want it. Will you take the same?"

"Yes, tonight I will! I'm about ready to pop right now, by midnight it'll only take a couple of belts at my balls and I'll give you the lot." Ball torture to ejaculation!

"I'll call Andy and Kevin, get it set up right away," said Barry. Again I only heard one side of the calls. Andy wasn't told anything, just the time, the exact time, to turn up. With Kevin it sounded more interesting, I wished there had been a speaker-phone. First Barry talked to him for a long time about their last meeting, then he slipped in a question.

"Tell me something…? What I did to you…was that all you wanted? Had you hoped for something more? Oh yeah?... And you think you might like to try that?... Oh yes, bondage is very hot I can promise you that... No, no, no, nothing like that, no way! Did they ever use corporal punishment in the seminary?... And you found it a turn on?... But they didn't tie you, didn't secure you in any way?... Oh, several of them held you down. And was it just you or were other guys punished as well?... Was it because of something you guys did? Or didn't do?... Ah, to get you used adversity. So, how were your grades in adversity training?... I suppose the punishment improved your grades too... Well, let's just say I have heard of similar ways of helping students. Do want to get good grades with me?... Good... Yes, well what about tonight? At nine. Make it nine sharp. OK? Yes, I'll be waiting for you." I had been stroking my dick while listening, just the lowest section of the shaft, but it wasn't the same not being able to use the whole length.

Time crawled by as it always does when you’re expecting raw sex. When at length Andy arrived Barry greeted him, I stepped from behind the door, grabbed his wrists and snapped on a pair of hand-cuffs. This really gave him quite a fright, he wasn't expecting anything like that. It was a good start, good to have him on edge. Barry undid Andy's belt buckle then pulled down his shorts. He was hard before they reached his ankles. We had to release his hands briefly to get his shirt off, but when he was naked Barry gagged him then led him into the bedroom. When Andy saw the toys, the whips, he stiffened visibly. Barry was playing hardball, he said nothing to reassure the boy, left him standing wrists cuffed, ankles roped, and told him not to make a sound.

Charlie was next. He did exactly as he had been told: in a couple of minutes he was kneeling facing the door wearing nothing but the broad, studded, leather slave-collar and a leather blindfold which Barry had left by the door. He looked even better than I had expected, body very firm without being over developed like a body-builder, his balls hung so low they were clearly visible from behind. Barry moved up behind him without making a sound, took his nuts and squeezed. Charlie moaned quietly, but he didn't move. Barry took each of his wrists, moved them from behind his head, cuffed them together, then slipped a blindfold over his eyes. I joined in for a little light fun for a few minutes. A pinch on a nipple, a light slap at his balls, a stroke down his back, right down into his ass hole, a cock brushed fleetingly across his lips. As we remained silent, and only one hand was on his body at any time, he could not have known that two men were enjoying his body. After about five minutes Barry told him to stand, and guiding him by his shoulders took him through to the bedroom. Andy's dick, which had wilted while he stood alone, came up with a jerk when he saw Charlie. Barry's look warned him to stay still and silent. We maneuvered Charlie up to one of the two beds which we had placed about a foot apart. Again working one at a time we secured him in a kneeling position, then brought his head right down to the bed so that his ass was high, legs wide apart, secured at the ankles and knees. Finally his hands were tied to the side rails of the bed. Once he was secured Barry plugged his ears with soft was effectively cutting him off from what was happening around him. As soon as we had finished with Charlie Barry went back to the lobby to leave a slave collar and blindfold for Kevin. Shortly after that we heard the door open, our next victim, Kevin, came in. He had been given the same instructions so we gave him a while before coming out into the lobby.

Kevin was just twenty-two, much lighter build than Charlie, more of a boy's body, no hair on his chest at all, his ass covered in a soft white down, his pubic hair very fair and soft. To me he looked so good I could have sucked every square inch of his body. Barry gestured to me to move him through to the bedroom, but first I had to taste those beautiful, soft young balls, I couldn't resist them. I got down in front of him to have a very light suck. He thrust his hips out to let me have them, this was going to be good!

Andy's face was a picture as I guided Kevin into the room. To be in a room with a naked man was something he had long dreamed of, now there were five of us. It was obvious that at least two of them were going to be tortured, he must have been wondering if he was going to get the same treatment. Barry distracted Charlie with a bit of ball manipulation while I got Kevin in position on the second bed. We had them secured so that their hands were only inches apart, but at this stage neither of them realized that the other was there. They were going to take a beating, at some stage during the torture their hands were bound to meet.

We hadn't discussed who would do what to whom, but I was strongly attracted to Kevin's boyish body, while Barry I knew would want the more mature Charlie. I selected a cat, a real beauty, thirty inches, plaited thongs. I didn't get straight into whipping although I knew that's what he wanted, he would get it, but he could wait. I drew the thongs up over his ass, right along the length of his back. He shuddered violently. He knew what was coming. Meanwhile Barry was fitting a wide stretcher to Charlie's low hangers. While I caressed Kevin's ass Barry worked gently on the bigger man's nuts. Both of them were making very quiet moaning sounds, but the ear plugs prevented them from hearing each other. Kevin was in heaven, I could see pre-cum dripping from his dick under his body, he was twisting as far as his bonds would allow to open up his ass, to let the thongs slide in deep, right down to his soft, pink hole which was soon going to be stung by these same gentle thongs. After about five minutes I stepped back and raised the whip. Barry saw this and wrapped his fingers around Charlie's trapped testicles. As I swung at the sweet ass he jerked down hard. Both of them gasped, but still didn't realize that another man was within inches. We did it again, much harder. They roared and both heads turned as blinded eyes sought out the other. Now they each knew there was another man, but they had no way of knowing who that man was. We went for them in our own ways and as the pain increased, their clutching hands met. It was a magic moment as each found a partner in suffering. Their fingers clung together, squeezing hard, they as though taking strength form the other. They both took the whips very well, Kevin a bit better perhaps because of his experiences in the seminary. After the brief whipping I needed those soft and tender young balls. I started very gently of course, just rolling them around between my fingers until I felt him relax. Then, with his testicles loose, I gradually increased the pressure. Kevin took that OK, but when I started to slap them, even gently, he reacted strongly. It was a beautiful sight, every muscle and sinew straining against the bonds, in vain of course, there was no way for him to save his precious nuts. It is strange, all men have testicles, but only a few have this need to put them to the test, to put them at the mercy of a sadist to be tortured. Weird isn't it? But hot! Well both Kevin and Charlie fell into this category because although both of them struggled neither one pulled up his balls, they wanted it.

We eventually turned them over, spread-eagled so that their hands were still able to touch. Barry went out of the room and came back with two bowls of hot water and a couple of razors. These were the ordinary disposable type, he has a beautiful open razor but only uses it on men who know what is happening, no room for errors with that thing! We lathered them and went to work. At the first drag of the blade Charlie lifted his head to try to see what was happening. He couldn't of course, and after a few moments he lay back letting it happen. Kevin didn't move a muscle, just froze rigid, dick sticking straight up. I shaved the whole length of the shaft even though it wasn't necessary, there was only a soft down on it. His scrotum and pubes got the same careful treatment, everything stripped away, right down the inside of his legs. When I was through he looked like a dream come true. It took Barry longer, Charlie had a lot more hair, but it was all taken, from his belly-button to his knees. His balls, which had looked big when hairy, looked even bigger as they lay naked between his thighs. I couldn't resist them, went over and took one of them in my mouth, sucked hard; he let out a low moan. I did the same to the other one; this time he said, "Oh yes please." I let it slip out of my mouth, then slapped them hard.

"It's 'Yes please SIR. Do you understand?"

"Yes please SIR!" I slapped them again.

"And bottoms are not allowed to ask for anything! When you are asked a question you may reply, until then you take what is coming." Another slap. I went over to Kevin and without warning belted him too, his body jolted with the shock. "Do you understand?"

"Yes SIR." I hit him again.

"And now what do you say?"

"I... er..." I hit his balls twice, coming up from below and down from above. His hips jerked and his head shook from side to side.

"Thank you SIR!' That's what you say. Thank you SIR when you are given what you need. You want to offer your balls to a master?"

"YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!"

"You want to be trained don't you?"

"YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!"

"Good boy. This is going to be a painful session. You're going to find it very hard to take, but I want to see your balls held up high at all times. Up where Barry and I can take them. It will be difficult, but you’ll learn how to please a man. Understand?"

"YES SIR! THANK YOU SIR!" They were ready now, we were into cock and ball torture, so why not tits as well. Barry produced four tit-clamps. Neither man liked the clamps, I didn't blame them, I don't like them myself, but they are a part of the S&M scene, so these novices had to get used to them just I had done. At least these were rubber padded clips, not the vicious cutting ones. Barry had removed the stretcher from Charlie's balls to shave him, that had to go on again. I put one on Kevin and the stretchers were then attached to the tit-clamps with cords. We didn't forget that they were novices, we were careful, but we wanted to give them a good start in S&M.

Once we got into the ball beating we could see the difference between the younger Kevin and the older, tougher Charlie. Charlie held them high, only grunted through clenched teeth when the pain was really intense. Kevin whimpered, music to our ears. Most of the time he held his up well, but occasionally his hips sagged back on to the bed when he was at his limit. The cords attached to their clamps wrenched and jerked at their tits as the balls bounced back and forth, up and down. Kevin's tits were obviously very soft and tender, they soon began to look bruised, time for a change. When I released them he screamed through clenched teeth, I know the feeling so well. He was covered in sweat and breathing hard, he needed a break. I found a length of soft cord which I slipped through the ring in the stretcher. One end I tied to his right big toe, bent his foot upwards and pulled the cord tight. After bending his other foot upwards too I secured the other end of the cord to his left big toe. This is a great way to give a bottom a rest, and for a few minutes it is restful; all he has to do is keep his feet bent right up and there is no great strain on the balls. I left him in peace for a while to join in tormenting Charlie. Barry had stopped beating on the big balls, now he was using clothes pegs, very carefully placing them along the seam in the scrotum. He had about a dozen in place and was now working down the inside of Charlie's thighs. Charlie was holding very still, grimacing with each addition. His cock was still up, hard as a ramrod, still dripping steadily. Barry wasn't using it so I decided to add a few pegs myself. The first one went just under the rim of the big, flaring head. He gasped, his cock pulsed. I worked my way down the shaft giving him just long enough to absorb the pain of one before adding the next. His dick pumped so strongly that one or two of the pegs fell off and had to be put on more firmly. The twelfth peg was just above his scrotum; he looked just beautiful. Meanwhile Kevin was in some difficulty. His head was twisting from side to side, his body writhing too. His feet were pumping up and down as he tried to relieve the cramp that was developing in his legs; the only way to ease that pain was to straighten his toes, but that put intolerable strain on his testicles. He was in a painful  dilemma, I have been there myself many times. His leg muscles were winning, they always win, when they go into spasm they drag the balls further and further down. Very painful, very hot, because he was doing it to himself, but couldn't stop. His cock was still up, begging for attention, so I let him go on struggling until his scrotum was dark purple then cut the cord. His balls whipped back to hit his cock as the tension was suddenly released. His whole body lifted off the bed, then collapsed. He lay there exhausted. At this point Barry started pulling the clips off Charlie's body, slowly, one at a time. There was a strangled scream for each one.

Kevin's head was turned towards Charlie even though he could see nothing. I leaned down close to his ear and whispered, "Your turn next boy." His smooth young body shuddered, but his cock jerked and another drop of juice ran down the shaft. Barry pointed to another packet of clips on a side table. The sounds exploding from Charlie were now accompanied by the lower gasps as the clips bit into Kevin's penis. Not just his penis, the whole of his sack and across the line where a short time previously he had had pubic hair. He was struggling like mad, his whole body writhing and this was just putting them on. I told him to hold still but he wouldn't, or couldn't, so I brushed my fingers across the pins. This produced the strongest reaction yet.

"Now," I said, "hold still like I told you or I'll do that again." He froze. I almost felt sorry for him, I could remember being in exactly the same situation, but he had to learn to obey. Barry added a line from the base of his cock right up to his belly-button. He was good, he didn't move. It was when we were pulling the clips off that Kevin proved himself. Yes he cried out as each one came off, but he was unbroken.

"Do you want this pain to stop?" I asked.

"Not if you want me to take it Sir!"

"And what if I put them all back on?"

"If it gives you pleasure Sir, please do it again. I must take whatever you wish to inflict." I think you'd agree, that was good.

By the time we got the clips off Kevin it was time to let the bottoms come. I'm not sure that they wanted it to end but I wanted to come myself, I just had to come. The end came quickly. I took Kevin's balls in one hand, Barry did the same for Charlie, then we just jerked them off gently while working their balls. Kevin was exhausted, he relaxed completely. As I played with his balls I could feel that they were hanging free. Even when I applied pressure to those exquisitely sensitive spots at the back of the testicles they remained lovely and loose. It wasn't that he had managed to get through the pain barrier, that would take many more sessions, but he had to learned to remain completely relaxed while another man took control of his balls. Besides, what I was doing wasn't painful, it was pure pleasure. When they did pull up into his body I knew he was about to shoot, but I went on working on them. It would be no exaggeration to say that he exploded. There was cum on his face, his chest, it was dripping off his arms. A blob of jism landed right by his mouth, started to slide down his cheek. I stopped it with my fingers and guided back up and into his open mouth. He savored it with his tongue for a few moments then let it slip down his throat. I took his hand, he gripped strongly.

"Welcome to S&M boy," I said. He smiled broadly, he was a bottom now.

Barry had brought Charlie off too. I didn't see it, I was too engrossed with Kevin's lovely genitals. We had managed to get this far without either of them losing his blindfold, so Barry decided to get them out one at a time. We held Kevin for ten minutes after Charlie had gone. It was a wonderful idea. Neither of them can be sure who the other bottom was. Andy of course had seen the whole thing, but we extracted a promise from him to say nothing because I hoped we'd be able to do it again before I left the island.

Once they had gone it was our turn. Barry produced a coin. "Call," he said as he tossed.

"Heads."

"Tails. I choose." I didn't see the coin, he was very quick, but there wasn't much use in arguing. "You take me first, then I'll do what the hell I like with you. How do you want me?"      

"Well since your cock is out of play I guess I'll have you face down over the edge of the bed, but first let's put one of these on, it'll protect the cut end." I knelt down in front of him, his throbbing dick was just an inch from my mouth. I resisted sucking it, slipped a rubber over the end and unrolled it up the shaft. As Barry lay down I made sure his cock was under his body, a condom wouldn't protect it from a whip and I wanted us both to be fully healed before I had to leave. I secured his ankles wide apart to the base of the bed, then ran a cord from his wrists to the bed-head. He has big balls, low hangers, I have always envied them. He looked good, beautiful target, tight bulls-eye with the two soft, man-sized nuts waiting for the whip. I started with a bull-whip, black leather, well oiled. Half a dozen strokes across his cheeks, first from the left, then the same again from the right, this raised bright red weals on his ass. It also got Andy's undivided attention. All he had seen so far was beginners being broken in. This was for real, each stroke made its mark. I wanted to lay some strokes straight down the middle, right in the crack, and get the balls at the same time. I moved over between Barry's legs, but in this position I was blocking Andy's view. Well, there was no point in having him standing there doing nothing, seeing nothing. As I went over to him I saw him stiffen. "I can see from the look on your face that you want a bit of action. Isn't that right boy?"

"I... Well I..."

"That's what I thought. Now let me hear you say it. 'Yes SIR. Yes please SIR!" He said it, tried to sound confident, but it came out a bit weak. I released his bonds. "Now, up on the bed, I want you kneeling above Barry, your knees either side of his body. No, move down, down a bit more, I want your ass right above Barry's ass. OK. Now get your head down, right down on his back, I want to be able to see your balls. Good, now hold that position for me." The boy was scared shitless, I saw a shudder run through his body. Barry had bucked with each stroke of the whip, his balls were no longer hanging just right. I pulled them down again over the edge of the mattress, pulled hard so that they hung down fully four inches. I drew the whip slowly up through the crack of Andy's ass. It brushed against his balls. He shivered violently. I leant forward, put my mouth real close to his ear and whispered, "It's alright, it's going to be good, just relax."

I alternately flicked at Andy, then lashed at Barry, aiming to bite at their holes and sting the back of their balls. Barry was secured, he couldn't move, but Andy was just kneeling astride Barry's back. With each flick of the whip he squirmed and twisted, not to avoid the whip, his ass was spread wide all the time, he was really turned on. As he moved his hips his balls slithered from side to side across Barry's ass and before very long his dick was sticking out from under his body. Maybe it was a flash of light on the pre-cum that took my eye off the target, but when I swung at Barry I scored a solid hit on Andy's balls. His back arched, his hips reared up, a massive load of jism fired from rigid young cock.

"Oooooh God!" he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry...that was a mistake."

"Sorry? Oh man! That was utterly fantastic...Incredible...Unbelievable!" As he spoke his cock was still jerking up and down, pumping out more and more creamy white cum. It was running down Barry's back on to the bed, a beautiful sight. Barry couldn't see it, but he knew what had happened.

"Take my balls. Please David, please. Bring me off, my nuts are going to burst," he said. I knew how he felt, I needed relief too. Andy rolled over and lay beside Barry on the bed. He looked exhausted, but I wanted him to see more. I took a night-stick from the bag of toys, heavy, black wood.

"On your feet boy" I said jabbing at his nuts with the blunt-ended weapon. His shoulders lifted as he doubled up, then flopped back down again. I jabbed again, caught one testicle between the end of the stick and his thigh, felt it pop out, that lifted him off the bed. "Now you watch 'cause this is what's in store for you boy. Next time. You hear?" It wasn't going to be next time, or the time after, but I just loved to watch his face, so eager yet fearful, wanting yet dreading.

I knelt down between Barry's legs with Andy standing at my shoulder. Once again I pulled down the low hanging nuts so that they were against the side of the mattress. With the night-stick I started tapping rapidly, but very gently, on the back of the balls. Barry moaned. I increased the strength of the hits gradually. He stirred against his restraints. As the pressure grew his moans became louder, much louder. "Gag him!" I told Andy pointing to some adhesive tape, but without letting up on the beating. With the noise reduced to a gurgle I really laid the stick on the testicles. Barry bucked and writhed but he was way through the pain barrier. When he fired his load into the condom even the gag didn't do much to suppress the roar, everyone in the neighborhood must have heard it. A few more hits for good measure and I let up.

For the next ten minutes Barry lay on the bed. "You wait till I get you. Oh God, just you wait. So good, but oh man, I'm in agony."

"That's what you wanted isn't it?"

"Yes, I wanted it, needed it."

"Well so do I. Get your ass off the bed and start work." He roused himself slowly, his guts were still aching. He was savoring it, relishing the pain. He spread-eagled me on my back. "Be quick, and do it good, I need to come!"

"Tape him," he said to Andy. "I've heard enough out of him... And across his eyes too." Now I was in the dark, waiting for it. The bastard kept me waiting too! I could hear noises as he searched through the toys, it seemed to go on and on. Then after a long silence a well greased dildo pushed at the cheeks of my ass. I don't like dildos, Barry knows it too. Fucking? Yes, I like being fucked, the bigger the guy the better, that's what cocks are made for. But these huge plastic dildos, they feel about right in the hand, but when it comes to taking something up the ass it should be a man, not a toy. He had some difficulty locating my hole, partly because of the position I was in, but also because it was the fattest dildo he had. There was no point in hoping he might give up, he never did. I could make it easy, or be raped: struggle, or help him by lining up my hole to be penetrated. I maneuvered my ass to take the thrust. Once it was in position he pushed, not brutally, but firmly with a twisting movement. I wished I wasn't blind-folded, not because I couldn't visualize what was happening, but I wanted to see Andy's face as the monster rubber penis was worked up into my body. When he got it in, right up to the hilt, I felt the two massive 'balls'. He'd put the thing in upside-down, these firm rubber balls were wedged under my soft pink ones, pushing them up, trapping them just below my cock. I knew what to expect, a lot of pain, instant pain. I was right. No subtle build up like I'd given him, he went straight at them. Later I discovered that he had been using another, longer, rubber dildo as a baton. Being softer than the wooden night-stick he was able to lay the hits on hard without fear of doing permanent damage. The damage may not have been permanent, but at the time it felt as though it would be. It didn't matter that I thrashed from side to side, the dildo up my ass moved with me, my testicles were trapped, up high, there was no way they could escape the blows. Afterwards Barry told me that he had dreamt up of this form of ball torture some time previously, he had just been waiting to try it out, waiting for me to ask to be taken this way. Because the pain came on so suddenly, right from the beginning, I didn't have a chance to relax, hang loose and let it happen. Thud, thud, thud, thud. The mushroom head of the dildo was so big that it caught both testicles with each blow, that made it even harder to take, even better! It seemed like an eternity, but I suppose it was only a minute, maybe two, then my cum was spraying everywhere. I came so fast I hadn't felt it coming, hadn't realized it was happening. Barry didn't realize it either, the bugger kept hitting. You know what it's like, once you've given all you've got you really have to stop, isn't that right? Well he didn't. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I think the pain in the last few seconds was worse than in any other S&M session I have been through. Certainly my balls never took such a beating after surrendering. The pips weren't just squeaking, they were crushed to pulp, but my Lord it was good, I want that again.

Of course all good tings come to an end, but one day I’ll meet up with Barry again, don’t know where, or when, but I’m know it’ll be hot, heavy and very painful.

Posted: 10/28/11