Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1999 00:14:07 EST
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Training Greg, Chapter 23

The long awaited next chapter...

Chapter 23

"It's time to do your front," I said.  "Let me put the blindfold back on.
Guy bent over and I blindfolded him, and then led him back to the stool.
"This time I want you with your back on the stool," I told him.  I had Guy
back against the stool, then sort of slither down by bending his knees until
his shoulders were against the edge of the stool.  Once his back was in place
he thrust his hips upward, and slid on top of the stool.

I jiggled his shoulders until I was satisfied, then told Greg, "Get a firm
grip on his balls."  I guess Greg got TOO firm a grip; Guy gave a groan of
pain (or pleasure?) as Greg held him in place.  Too bad.  Then I bent Guy's
arms down and secured them to the cuffs at the base of the stool.  I told
Greg, "Let go of his balls and go get me some ice, in a bowl."

Greg came back and handed me the ice.  I told him, "Take off the weights on
Guy's balls and get to work on them."  As Greg started undoing the leather
encircling Guy's balls, I told him, "When you're done, get the electric
clippers and start trimming.  Once you've done as much as you can THAT way,
you can start with the razor."  Then, grinning at Greg, I added, "And try not
to slip like you did last time."  Guy shuddered beneath us.  "This guy," I
added, tapping Guy on the chest, "Probably wants to keep both his balls."
Greg gave a chuckle.  Guy didn't.

While Greg was working on shaving all of the hair around Guy's cock, I undid
one of the clamps which had been digging into Guy's tits for quite a while.
Guy yelled when the blood starting rushing into his poor, mangled tit.  Just
to help things along a little, I started tweaking it.  Guy yelled again.  I
took a piece of ice and held it to the tit.  Guy gave a start-boy was this
guy jumpy!  But then the ice started doing its job of numbing the tit and Guy
relaxed again.  Just in time for me to pull the clamp off his other tit.

Well, after I'd cooled his tits down, I decided it was time to heat them up
again.  I went over to the table and picked up a candle and lit it.  I then
came back and stood at Guy's head, with my crotch just about in his face.  I
leaned over and held the candle a few inches above Guy's left tit.  I tilted
it just a bit and a few drops of hot wax landed dead center.

Guy gave a yell loud enough to wake the dead.  So of course I had to try it
out on his right tit.  THAT one was just as sensitive.  So while Greg merrily
shaved, I made patterns on Guy's chest with hot wax, each drip eliciting a
yelp or a groan.  After a while, I decided Guy was faking it, so I peeled the
wax off of both his tits.  Then I held the candle REAL close and let the wax
run down from the tips.  Now when Guy yelled at least I knew it hurt!

Greg declared that he was done shaving.  I moved around Guy to inspect Greg's
work.  I made a comment about the light being bad.  Guy could feel the heat
from the flame as I moved the candle close to his cock and balls.  I let the
first drops of hot wax run down the underside of Guy's balls.  Even Greg
winced at that one.  Guy begged me to stop, so I did, after spilling some
more wax on his balls, and his cock, and let just the smallest stream run
down his perineum and into his ass crack.  Ouch, that must have smarted!

I took a look at the clock on the wall and decided that we'd have to wrap
things up soon.  So I blew out the candle and told Greg to wipe the wax off
Guy as best he could while I went to take a leak (sorry, guys, no water
sports story here).  By the time I got back, Greg had Guy's chest just about
done.  I guess he was saving Guy's crotch for last.  Greg was-he enjoyed
scraping his fingernails along Guy's sensitive, newly-shaven crotch as he
scrape off the wax.

I undid Guy's wrists and told Greg to help him to turn over.  Guy was soon
again with his chest resting on the stool and his hands cuffed to its legs.
I then told it was time for him to replace the dildo.  Greg slowly pulled the
dildo out of Guy's ass.  He stared at it in distaste and quickly looked for a
place to put it down.  I said to Greg, "Go wash it off first, then come back
here.

Greg hurried off to the kitchen, where I could soon hear the water running.
A couple of minutes later and he was back, waiting for my next instruction.
"Why don't you take off your ball weights?" I suggested.  Greg looked
gratefully at me and said, "Thanks, Sir" as he unsnapped the ball stretcher
and carefully laid the weights down.  "Take off the tit clamps, also," I
suggested.  Greg may have THOUGHT he'd be happy with that command.  Little
did he remember the effects of taking off tight clamps after they'd been on
for a while.

Greg sucked in his breath when the blood started flowing.  He knew enough not
to say anything, though, not even when I came over to him and said, "Here,
let me help get the blood flowing."  There wasn't much he could do except
again say "Thanks, Sir" as I tweaked his poor tits in my fingers.

 When I'd had my fun I said, "Oh, excuse me, Guy.  We've been ignoring you."
Then I turned to Greg and said, "Why don't you see if you can pleasure his
prostate with your prick?"  (How do you like that alliteration?)  I guess
Greg's COCK liked the idea; it was quickly springing to attention.  I pointed
at the lube, and Greg started lubing up his cock.  He grinned when he caught
me watching him.

Greg positioned himself behind Guy and held his cock at the entrance to Guy's
ass.  Greg pushed forward and his cock slide in as though it had been fitted
just for Guy.  Greg took hold of Guy's hips for balance and started plugging
away at Guy's ass as though he'd been fucking guys instead of girls all his
life.  My only comments were, "Slow, down.  Enjoy yourself.  Let Guy enjoy
it."  Greg slowed down and started looking as though he wasn't in a race to
finish fucking Guy.  He poked once and Guy gave a gasp of pleasure.  "Poke
him in that spot again," I suggested.  After a couple of tries Greg found
Guy's prostate again, and again Guy chirped with pleasure.  Greg soon got so
he was hitting Guy in the right spot more than one thrust out of two.  Guy
seemed to be liking it, the way he was carrying on.

Once again I said, "Hey, we're still ignoring our guest.  Greg, why don't you
take care of his front while you're doing the back?"  I paused, then added,
"But first, use some of this."  I went over to the table and picked up the
lube and squirted some into Greg's waiting hand.  "Wait," I said.  I went
back to the table and picked up a tube of Ben Gay.  I squirted some of THAT
into Greg's hand as well.  Greg looked at me and grinned, but wisely didn't
say anything.  He figured out that Guy would figure out what was going on
soon enough.

Greg looked at me quizzically and I said, "Go for it."  Greg reached around
Guy's body, feeling for his cock and balls.  Guy's cock was pointing out,
hard as a stick-I guess he really liked being fucked.  Greg rubbed his hand
all around Guy's cock and balls, slathering the lube-and the Ben Gay-all
around.

Guy started grunting with pleasure at Greg's first touches.  Then the Ben Gay
started doing its work on his balls, and his grunts turned into cries of
pain.  I took the opportunity, when Guy's mouth was open to complain, of
sticking my own hard cock into it.  "Shut up and suck," I commanded.  I took
hold of Guy's ears and pulled myself forward.  My cock slid down Guy's throat
like IT had been sized just for my cock.  I started plugging away.

Guy's body started sliding back and forth, and then settled down as Greg and
I coordinated our rhythms, both shoving our cocks in at the same time, then
both pulling them out before shoving them in again.  Greg looked like he was
enjoying himself.  I know I was.

A fine sheen of sweat covered Greg's chest and highlighted the valley between
his tits and the ridges of his abs.  I leaned over Guy's body and took hold
of Greg's head and pulled it forward.  My tongue entered his mouth and we
kissed deeply for half a minute or so, before I realized how difficult it was
to keep up a steady pace while bent over like that.  In the meantime, Guy
writhed with pleasure when Greg poked him, and with pain when Greg squeezed
his balls to hard or the Ben Gay got particularly nasty.

Greg started grunting and panting, so I knew he was getting close.  In
between my thrusts I could feel and hear Guy trying to grunt so I knew he was
getting close.  Or else he was still displeased with the Ben Gay spread
liberally on his balls.  Too bad.  I was also getting close, but deepened my
thrusts down Guy's throat lest I be the last one to cum.

Greg gave a cry and shoved his cock deep into Guy's ass and held his belly
flat against Guy's ass as he came.  Indeed, Greg's body itself started
writhing, and I thought he would pass out from pleasure (or because all of
the blood had left one head for the other).  Somehow he managed to keep his
hold on Guy's cock and work it back and forth, and I could soon see by the
way Guy was arching his back and tightening his ass that he too was cumming.
Guy's squeezing of Greg's cock made Greg spasm and cum yet again and again.

As for me, I was enjoying watching the two of them cum, but as Guy cam he
tightened his mouth on my cock just as he tightened his ass on Greg's cock.
The effect was electrifying and I felt myself shooting yet again.  Oh my poor
balls, to think how often and how much they'd been drained this past couple
of days.  It was great!

I thrust again and again as my juice spurted down Guy's throat.  By then Greg
had subsided and was standing there, quivering and trying to recover.  On his
hands on Guy's waist and his cock up Guy's ass kept him upright.  I, myself,
had trouble standing, and staggered over to lean on the table.  At last I'd
caught my breath and could pay attention to the others.

Greg, too was breathing deeply and seemed less in danger of passing out.  Guy
was lying there, also trying to catch his breath.  Nice guy that I am, I
handed Greg a towel so he could wipe Guy's cum, and the lube and Ben Gay, off
his hands.  He looked at me as if to ask, "May I pull out?"  I nodded, so he
pulled his hips back and slowly withdrew his cock from Guy's ass.  It made an
audible pop as it left and Guy's ass could once again slam shut.

Greg took the towel in his hand and started wiping his cock.  He asked me,
"Can I go and clean up a little, please?"  Of course I said, "Yes," and Greg
headed off to the bathroom.  In the meantime I bent down and undid Guy's
restraints.  With some effort he pushed himself to his feet, where he stood
there swaying.  When I realized he was trying to figure out whether he was
allowed to take off the blindfold-he wasn't-I moved behind him and took it
off.  Guy stood there blinded as the bright lights hit his eyes.  He was also
covered with a layer of sweat, and his cock looked a little the worse for
wear.  His balls looked a LOT the worse for wear.

I handed Guy a towel and said he could wipe his hands and chest with it but
to leave his balls alone.  Guy sighed, but did as I commanded.  Then I
noticed a mess on the floor under the stool.  "See that?"  I said, pointing.
"Clean it up.  And since I'm nice you can use the towel and not your tongue."


Guy got down on his knees and started scrubbing the floor.  About then Greg
came back, looking a little bit cleaner.  Without my saying a word he went
over to the table and got the ball weights and strapped them on.  He was
learning.  Then he did something that surprised me-he picked up the camera
and asked, "May I?"

When I nodded, Greg started taking pictures of Guy on the floor, ass up in
the air, then Guy getting up, some close ups of Guy's shaved crotch and a
couple of his overall body.  He turned to me and grinned saying, "Hey, it was
my first barber job.  I want pictures for posterity."

Guy looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "Hey, I have to get going.
I have a dinner date."

"Dressed like that?"  I asked.

"I have a shirt in the car," Guy said.  "But otherwise I can wear the chaps
and vest to the place we're going.  Say, can I use your shower to clean off?"

 I knew Guy also wanted to get the Ben Gay off his balls.  Nevertheless I
said, "Sure.  Greg will show you where it is and get you some towels."

Greg led Guy off and I soon heard the water running in the bathroom.  Greg
came back a minute later to find out what we were going to do now.  I said to
him, "Get Guy's jock strap."  Greg got it and handed it to me.  "Now get me
the Ben Gay."  Greg got that for me also.  I took off the top and squeezed a
gob into the jock.  I then rubbed it in so that it wouldn't be immediately
obvious to Guy when he put the jock back on.  "Now put this back where you
got it," I said, handing Greg the tube.

A couple of minutes later Guy came out of the shower looking very smooth.  My
camera clicked away as he pulled on the jock and his 501s.  Guy picked up his
chaps, then set them down again, saying, "I think I'll leave these off.  I
have to get going or I'll be late."  He quickly pulled on his socks and
boots, and stood up.  I got one last shot of him bare-chested and another of
him with his vest on.  He STILL looked hot.  If he noticed the Ben Gay in his
balls he didn't say anything; I was hoping if he felt anything he'd think it
was residual from our earlier play.

Anyway, Guy, with his chaps under his arms, bade us "Good bye" and I opened
the door to let him out.  As he was hurrying towards his car I saw him wiggle
a bit, like something was bothering him.  He stopped and reached for his
crotch.  He reached into his pants and came out with a finger coated with Ben
Gay.  He looked at us, amazed when he realized what it was.  All he could do
was yell,  "I'll get you for this!  You have to come work out sooner or
later!"  Greg and I was laughing our heads off as Guy hurried to his car then
seemed to be looking for something-we saw a flash of white and realized he'd
found a towel and was struggling to wipe off as much of the Ben Gay as he
could.  Never mind, there would STILL be enough left on his balls to remind
him of his afternoon with us.