Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 05:22:43 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends: Chapter 7

This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the
truth and nothing but the truth. The names have
definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are
all disease free and stay that way by protecting
ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other.
Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because
I'm imaginative and not stupid.

You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a
minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't
even think about reproducing or publishing it without
my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who
like to punish people! <<evil grin>>


Chapter 7

The day passed relatively uneventfully. It was
beautiful so we went back to Dennis and Scott's house
and hung by the pool much of the day. They held true
to their word. I was tethered, tied, or on a leash the
whole day. I wasn't allowed to pee in between my
scheduled times. I was paddled for every privilege.
Instead of going into the house they peed in my mouth
and I peed in the corner of the lawn. They made fun of
the irony that the three of them peed in me whenever
they had to go but I had to hold it in until my
scheduled times. They really enjoyed that one.

Scott was stretched out in a lounge chair and he
pulled me over to suck him off. It was slow and
leisurely and it took him a long time to shoot. Dennis
told him to relax and he put me over his knee and
spanked me for the privilege of sucking dick. He
reminded me that I deserved nothing, so everything was
a privilege I had to pay for. My ass was raw from all
the beatings I'd taken in the last day. Dennis
consoled me by assuring that they'd come up with other
ways of making me hurt. He pushed my face into his
crotch and I licked and sucked at his cock and balls.
He was dozing and not looking to orgasm.

Dan was bored and inspired to find new ways of making
me hurt. He tied me spread eagle on his lawn. He
brought out a bag full of new clothespins and went to
work attaching them to me. He stretched out my scrotum
and kept adding more. He put them on my nipples. I had
an erection and he pulled the extra skin tight and put
them up the entire length of the bottom of my shaft.
Scott and Dennis lazily called out suggestions as they
watched from their chairs. They created a dull aching
sensation everywhere. He put them down my perineum
almost to my hole. Scott went inside and brought out
clothespins all strung together, called zippers, and
joined in the fun. They lined them up my arms and
inside my thighs. They left me to squirm and suffer
for a while. It became increasingly uncomfortable. I
was writhing in the grass but couldn't find any
relief. They enjoyed watching and teasing me saying I
was going to get paddled for the privilege of being
tortured. Every once in a while they'd flick or tug on
the clothespins just to cause me more pain. After a
long time the three of them stood over me. They each
grabbed one of the zippers; there were four in all.
Scott ripped the first one off my arm in one rapid
pull and I screamed out in pain. They laughed! Dennis
ripped the next one off my arm and it hurt more than
the first. They laughed again. Dan ripped the
remaining two from the inside of my thighs at the same
time and I jumped from the onslaught of pain. They
really enjoyed that. They pulled the ones off of my
nipples and then slapped them in rapid succession
dragging the pain out. They had a race to see who
could pull the most off my scrotum. Scott won, I
cried. They threaded a fine line through the ones on
my perineum making a zipper out of them and pulled
them all off at once. Shit! It really hurt feeling
like it pulled the sensitive skin off with it! The
only ones left were on my dick and it was hurting like
hell. They liked that. They explained again that all
my dick was good for was pain. Dennis went inside to
get some plastic wrap which he folded over my scrotum
and attached the clothespins over the plastic. They
wanted to know what he was doing and he told them to
just watch. After a bunch were attached he pulled the
plastic hard pulling off all the clothespins at one
time I went nuts from the pain that caused, so they
did it again. My cock was killing me form the pins
that were still on it. I begged them to take them off.
They liked that but didn't seem moved or even consider
removing them yet.

It was obvious that they meant what they said. I
deserved more pain and they were going to inflict it.
They ignored my pleas and begging. It seemed to have
no effect on them at all. Dan undid my right arm.
"Jerk yourself off. We'll take off the clothespins
from your prick after you cum." Scott thought that was
great. It hurt so bad to move the skin up and down my
shaft so I masturbated by lightly rubbing the head of
my dick in a slow, rhythmic motion. I wet my fingers
with my spit to give me some lube until I produced
some pre-cum. Scott sat between my legs and slowly
applied clothespins over the plastic to my scrotum
while I continued to masturbate. He reminded me that
the longer I took to cum the more clothespins there'd
be to remove. I really concentrated on cumming. I
focused on the pain and the humiliation I was
suffering at my friends hands to stimulate me. I
thought of them telling me how low I was and how
superior they were. I thought of how demeaning and
degrading it was to be on a leash and made to piss
outside. I thought about how it was too good for me to
piss in a toilet bowl but they pissed in me, and that
put me over the edge. I shot load after load of cum
all over my stomach and chest.

Scott waited until I came down from my orgasm. "You're
going to so fucking hate this!" He grabbed the
plastic. I immediately begged him not to do it! I was
crying before he did anything. I knew it would hurt so
much more after cumming. "You know the rules. You pay
for every privilege. You don't deserve to cum. You
have no right to cum. Cumming for you is a privilege
that you have to pay a heavy price for. On the count
of three; One, two, three." He ripped the plastic off
in one quick motion and the clothespins went flying.
It hurt so fucking bad. It felt like he ripped my ball
sac off. I was bouncing on the ground from the pain.
"You don't look ready for more pain. We'll just leave
the ones on your dick for now." My attention shifted
to my dick and I became aware of how much it hurt. As
I lost my erection it hurt even more as the skin on my
dick pulled against the clothespins as it tried to
shrink. I tried to think of anything but my poor dick.
Dan put ice on it which made it hurt even more. He
told me they'd take them off when the ice melted. When
they finally took them off it hurt really bad and my
poor cock was all red and marked from them being on so
long. They laughed at that too.

It was late afternoon when we went inside. They
hog-tied me on the floor with a dildo up my ass and a
cock shaped gag inserted in my mouth They pulled my
balls back between my legs and attached the humbler to
it again and ran enough electricity through it to be
really irritating and uncomfortable. They watched the
news on television.

Some friends came over with Chinese take out to hang
out and watch a movie. They sat at the dining room
table to eat while I ate from a bowl on the floor
without any utensils. They let me eat the Chinese food
but they pissed a little in it first. They made a show
of flogging my ass in front of everyone.

They all took me on my walk so I could pee. I had to
defecate again. They didn't let me turn around and all
watched. They thought it was a riot when I wiped my
ass by dragging it in the grass. They really liked
that I had to carry the baggie in my mouth to throw it
out. I washed up with the garden hose and some soap.
It hurt more to be paddled on my wet ass.

They spent the night watching television. I spent the
night licking their feet, licking their balls, rimming
out their assholes, drinking their piss, sucking their
dicks, and getting my ass paddled for the privilege of
serving them.

After the movie ended I was taken out to the dungeon
where I was put on the St. Andrew's cross. My balls
were tied and pulled down toward the bottom of the
cross so I had to keep my legs bent and my arms really
stretched to the top of the cross. A lubed butt plug
was put up my ass and nipple clamps were put on me. A
bit gag was put across my mouth and I was blindfolded.
I was flogged and paddled brutally. I had no idea of
who was doing it, but it felt like they took turns. My
balls were raw because I couldn't help but pull
against them as I was being flogged. My arms and legs
were aching. My ass was killing me. It hurt so fucking
bad! My back and shoulders were racked with pain.

After the flogging I was bent over a table where they
took turns fucking my ass and my face until they were
all satisfied. They never took the blindfold off so I
still had no idea who did what to me.

Our visiting friends thanked them for a good time and
gave them hugs before leaving. Nothing was said to me,
not even good-bye. I was led still blindfolded and put
in my kennel, which Scott and Dennis kept in the
bathroom. It felt good to be all safe and snuggled in.
I fell into a deep sleep exhausted and satisfied.

THE END

This story was fun to write. I can tell you that my
friends and I had a really good time working off our
excitement and arousal. ((wink)) I thank all the guys
who wrote to me giving suggestions and encouragement.
I might revisit this story with future adventures. I
have some different stories in mind that I'd like to
write about too.

As I said in the beginning, not everything is true,
but it's taken from my real life experiences. I am
very thankful for, and grateful to, great friends,
Thank you, SIRS!!!

Eric,
In South Florida