Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 10:22:53 -0700
From: David Andrew <daprivate12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Irian Jaya Part 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." (Ceiling and visibility okay)
	"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. 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 wax 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
kneaded 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.