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Life With Tim
"Thanks, Chad," Master Ajmal said. "I have some other news. My contact at the orphanage has arranged for Boris's friends to return with us. I need to go back to Bagdad tomorrow and return with the four of them."
"Is this a safe trip, AJ?" Marcus asked.
"It will be safe," Haydar explained. "We will pick up the same security forces we had today. And, I have arranged for the same limo driver to take AJ to the guys' safe house."
"You shouldn't worry about me, Marcus," Master Ajmal explained. "We will have significant protection."
"AJ," Marcus began. "We have two one-year-old boys now. You are going off to round up four asylum seekers to transport to the US. I will worry when I want to worry, and I want to worry."
"What if I went with him, Marcus?" I asked.
"Then, we will be worrying twice as much," Tim explained. "Can't someone else do this?"
"No," Master Ajmal replied. "I need to be there in person. If you came, Steven, which I appreciate the offer to help, I would be worrying about you, too. I need to be somewhat nimble to pull this off without a lot of hassles."
"Promise me you will be home at a certain time without any bodily injuries," Marcus continued. "If you are late or injured, I will personally hang you naked in the center of Provincetown by your fucking balls. Do you understand me, AJ?"
"All too clearly, Marcus," Master Ajmal said with a smile. "All too clearly."
Chapter 40: Rescue Two
"Why hasn't he called?" Marcus almost screamed after he nervously looked at the clock for the 100th time in the last two hours.
"AJ may have encountered some delays," Tim replied.
"Balls... Provincetown... I'm going to fucking sell tickets!" Marcus said in a daze shortly before my phone started ringing.
"Steven Caldwell," I said as I answered the call.
"Steven," a voice replied. "This is Haydar. Justin and I are on our trip back to your hotel with the four guys we picked up. AJ on the other hand elected to stay behind. He wanted to make certain we got the guys out tonight, but AJ took a bullet in the leg. He is in administrative custody at a hospital ER until we can return for him tomorrow. AJ suggested you call your friend at the Secretary of State's office."
"Got it," I replied. "How difficult will it be getting AJ out of the ER?"
"We need some high-level diplomatic support if we can get it," Haydar replied. "Otherwise, we could be waiting for several days—or even months—before his release."
"I will take care of the Secretary of State's office," I replied. "When will you arrive at the hotel?"
"Give us about one more hour," Haydar replied. "I'll call you when we are approaching. Good luck, Steven."
"Thanks, Haydar," I replied as I ended the call.
"What's happening, Steven?" Marcus said. "Please tell me AJ is okay!"
"Haydar and Justin are on their way here to the hotel with the four guys who were Boris's friends," I explained. "Master Ajmal took a bullet to the leg and is in administrative custody at an ER in the city. I need to make a call to someone at the Secretary of State's office. AJ will be okay, Marcus. Just let me, Haydar, and Justin do our jobs, okay."
"I'm going with you to get him," Marcus replied.
"No you are not," I said firmly. "I need to make a phone call, but you and Tim will be waiting here at the hotel until we return with Master Ajmal. No more comments. No more complaints. Go take care of your sons."
I turned away from Marcus and Tim and pulled up a number from my contacts on my phone. I dialed and waited for the call to be answered. "This is Steven Caldwell. Could I please speak with Madame Secretary? It is extremely urgent."
"Yes, Mr. Caldwell," the assistant replied. "I am Donald Griffith. I am the secretary's executive assistant. Please hold on for a moment."
"Thank you, Mr. Griffith," I said as I waited on the line.
"Did I miss something here, or did you just call the Secretary of State?" Tim asked.
"You didn't miss anything, Tim," I replied quietly as I waited.
"This is Secretary of State Michelle Cantor. What can I do for you this evening, Mr. Caldwell?" I heard the Secretary say.
"First of all, thank you for taking my call," I explained. "My business partner Ajmal Hassan is on a mission to retrieve four Iraqi gentlemen who have been held in a civil rights situation. He has been wounded in the leg and is in an ER in the city. We could use some high level diplomatic intercession if you can find an appropriate opportunity."
"As I told you during my confirmation hearing, I owe you a favor," the secretary said. "Consider it done. When will you be returning for your partner?"
"Hopefully tomorrow, late morning," I explained.
"Please give Mr. Griffith your contact information and your current location," the secretary continued. "I will have one of our diplomatic envoys meet you and travel with you to retrieve your partner."
"Thank you Madame Secretary," I said. "I greatly appreciate your help in this matter."
"Once you are back in the states, Steven, we should meet over drinks or dinner," the secretary added. "I think we might have a lot to catch up on since we last talked."
I gave Mr. Griffith my contact information. He assured me a diplomatic envoy would travel with us to retrieve Master Ajmal.
"How the fuck do you know the Secretary of State?" Marcus asked.
"It is a long story," I replied. "We can talk about it over drinks when we get home with Master Ajmal. Now, tomorrow will be a very long day. We all need to get some rest after we welcome Boris's friends."
"I only have a few comments and then I will drop my pissed off attitude," Marcus began lecturing Master Ajmal. "First of all, you will not be responsible for rescue missions anymore. I love you. We have two sons who depend on both of us. I would be a mess if something happened to you. Next, I will give you one last time to redeem yourself before I hang you naked by your balls in the center of Provincetown, AJ. Who in the fucking world do you not know, Steven?"
"I've met a lot of people in my lifetime," I explained. "Some are well known but others are not. If I know someone and the someone progresses to high places of power, I keep in touch."
"I just had a thought, Marcus," Tim began. "Steven is AJ's slave boy, right?"
"Of course," Marcus replied.
I noticed the evil grin spreading across Tim's face. I knew I was in trouble.
"You are pissed off at your husband because he got shot in the leg attempting to rescue four people held in human rights violations," Tim continued.
"You definitely have hit the proverbial nail on the head with a hammer, Timmy," Marcus replied. He, too, was beginning to smile.
"Steven has been naked in downtown Provincetown on several occasions," Tim continued.
"I think I see where this is going," Marcus added as he looked at me with squinty eyes.
"Steven has also been hung by his balls in a few porn films he has been involved with," Tim calmly continued. "So, I propose we hang Steven by the balls in downtown Provincetown this summer to raise money for a newly formed charity who will help fund rescue attempts of people who are held in civil rights violations across the world. All AJ would need to do is stand naked in the center of Provincetown with only a leather harness and a cock ring. AJ will hang Steven by the balls and wait silently beside his slave boy and listen to him scream."
"How much money do you think we could raise, Timmy?" Marcus asked.
"I'm not certain, but we could take pledges," Tim explained. "For every hour Steven remains hanging by his balls, naked in downtown Provincetown, a person or persons can pledge a tidy sum of money. So, if someone pledges $1,000 per hour and we have 100 people who are willing to pledge, we could raise about $10,000 for each hour he remains hanging by his balls, naked in downtown Provincetown. And, if Steven could survive hanging by his balls, naked in downtown Provincetown for 24 hours, we could raise $250,000."
"Timmy," I said to my husband as I gulped the last of my drink. "If I didn't know better, I would say you are turning into a major Sadist."
"Well, Steven," Tim replied. "You and AJ left Marcus and me worried sick here in the hotel while you two brought our beautiful sons home. Then, AJ went off to rescue four Iraqi boys who were being held in a civil rights violation and got himself taken into custody after some asshole shot him in the fucking leg. Finally, you and some State Department envoy set off to rescue your Master while Marcus and I sit in the hotel and stew in our juices. So, yea! I believe I am becoming a major Sadist. And, Marcus, Steven, AJ: DO NOT CALL ME TIMMY!"
"If I may speak now, Tim and Marcus," Master Ajmal said. "I would like to differ with you in the amount of money you might raise if Steven could last 24 hours hanging by the balls, naked in downtown Provincetown. I suspect, if I were to make a few contacts the amount should be almost 100 times $250,000... Provided, of course, I have ample time to make a few phone calls."
"Start calling, AJ," Tim suggested. "Next August. Center of Provincetown. We can call it Balls for Rescue Day."
"Don't I have some say about this event?" I asked.
"No," Tim, Marcus, and Master Ajmal say in unison.
I stood and moved in front of Tim. I knelt between his legs. "I believe, SIR! We should practice the ball hanging so I can develop the stamina to hang by my balls for 24 hours. Will you help me, SIR?"
"Damn straight, slave boy!" Tim said with another evil grin crossing his face.
Before we arrived in London from Saudi Arabia, Master Ajmal suggested we spend some time in his London flat while we recovered from the past few days' ordeal.
"Your what?" Tim asked incredulously. "You have a London flat?"
"Of course," Master Ajmal replied.
"Steven!" Tim began. "Did you know your fucking Master had a flat in London?"
"Ah... No," I replied. "The subject never came up."
"Marcus?" Tim asked.
"Yes," Marcus replied. "We are married after all."
"The next thing you will be telling us is you have a house in Bali," Tim complained. Master Ajmal and Marcus didn't reply. They only looked at one another and smiled.
"Let's not go there for now," Tim finally said. "I am fucking starving, and lunch is something I am looking forward to getting."
"Our driver will take us to my favorite spot for lunch," Master Ajmal explained. "He will drop off our bags at the flat and return for us in a couple of hours. The boys will get lots of attention at the restaurant."
"Will Tim get a lot of attention?" Marcus asked with a huge smile.
"Watch it, boyfriend," Tim said to Marcus.
"It's a gay friendly establishment," Master Ajmal replied. "So, I believe Tim's quick wit and sharp tongue will fit right into the surroundings."
"Omar, Kathem," Tim said to the two smiling brothers. "Don't listen to a thing your Uncle AJ or Marcus is saying right now. All you need to know is your Daddy Steven and me, your Daddy Tim, love you very, very much. Now, which one of you smells?"
"I think they both smell, Tim," I said as I took a sniff.
We took Omar and Kathem to the back of the plane to change their diapers. "Steven," Tim began. "I was scared when we first talked about adopting these two. I'm still a little scared we will do the wrong thing. But, I am now convinced we are going to have a really, really good time along the journey. Let's hope we don't fuck them up too much!"
"I believe they will survive any mistakes we make as parents," I explained. "Look at us. We survived our parents' mistakes without any major negative impact, don't you think?"
"Some people would look at things differently," Tim replied with a smile. "I have a masochist husband who is my boyfriend's husband's slave boy. See the dichotomy here?"
"It seems pretty normal to me," I said as I slipped the soiled diaper off Kathem. "I know some people would not believe we have normal lives, but it seems pretty normal for us."
"Let's go listen to Marcus and AJ since the boys are smelling rather nicely right now," Tim suggested. "I want to be around them in case they start plotting something else we might be involved with."
"Good idea," I replied.
As we were taking our seats, Haydar announced our descent into London's Heathrow airport.
"We will be landing at Heathrow in about 20 minutes," Haydar explained. "We will be taking our position in the charter section of the airport shortly after landing. Chad can explain the security and customs procedures as we prepare to land."
"Please place your seats and tray tables in the upright position as we prepare for landing," Chad explained. "Normally, we would need to remove all of our private luggage from the airplane since we are returning to London from Saudi Arabia. However, Ajmal's plane has special customs status so it will not be necessary to take anything except the luggage you will want during our stay in London. If you have any questions, I would be happy to clarify any details of this arrangement. Meanwhile, please take our seats and secure your seatbelts as we prepare to land."
"What does special customs status really mean, AJ," Marcus asked.
"Let's just say over the years I was able to negotiate a streamlined procedure with all parties involved," Master Ajmal replied.
"It other words, you paid all parties involved bundles of money," Marcus added.
"I'd rather not get specific at this point in our journey back to Chicago," Master Ajmal added. Marcus only smiled as the four extra passengers took seats in the main cabin.
"When will Boris be here, SIR?" Boris's boyfriend Sanji asked.
"He flew into London last night," Master Ajmal replied. "He spent the night at the flat. He should have the place nicely opened by the time we arrive."
"Does he know we are with you?" Sanji asked.
"No, Sanji," Master Ajmal replied. "He doesn't. I must warn you, Sanji. If Boris seems distant when you first see him, it is not because he doesn't still have feelings for you. It is because of the difficulties he has faced over his castration."
"I still love him no matter what has happened to his body," Sanji replied.
"What are your plans when we get you safely to Chicago?" I asked Sanji and his friends Calib, Dar, and Jim.
"We want to help Ajmal in any way we can," Calib replied. "We were being tortured daily until Ajmal rescued Boris and then became involved with efforts to rescue us. We owe him our lives and our sanity."
"Just be good to yourselves," Master Ajmal explained. "We will find a cause for you if you'd like."
"What did you do before you were incarcerated?" Tim asked.
"Calib and I were information technology workers," Sanji replied.
"I was a teacher," Jim added. "First grade. I loved my job working with kids."
"I was an artist," Dar explained. "Photography mostly."
"How did you wind up with a name like Jim?" Tim asked with a smile.
"My mother and father were fans of James Bond movies," Jim replied.
"Maybe Jim could give you a hand with Omar and Kathem," Marcus suggested to Tim and me.
"Excellent idea," Tim replied.
"What do you mean?" Tim asked. "You don't want to be with Haydar and Justin?"
"I want to spend time with you and the boys," I replied.
"Steven," Tim continued. "I hate to tell you this, but your Master Ajmal gave your body to Haydar and Justin. You have no choice. Secondly, David Chen will be here in about 1 hour. He is going to keep me company while you entertain Haydar and Justin."
"So, who will be taking care of the boys while I am with Haydar and Justin and you are with David?" I asked.
"Jim has volunteered to be our nanny until we find a permanent substitute," Tim explained.
"You've planned this out very thoroughly, haven't you?" I asked.
"I'm a planner," Tim said with a smile.
"Plotter," I said emphatically.
"Planner," Tim responded. "I have always been a planner. I will always be a planner. I don't have a plotter's bone in my body!"
"Can I at least get you naked before I run off to entertain Haydar and Justin?" I asked.
"Of course!" Tim replied as he pulled me toward him.
"I believe you and I need to get rid of some clothing," I whispered to Tim as we headed toward the bedroom.
"Listen, stud," Tim whispered back. "Once we are in the bedroom, I will personally supervise getting you naked."
"Strip show?" I asked.
"I'm going to rip things off your body!" Tim added as he pulled on my shirt and ripped all the buttons off in one fast motion.
"Someone is eager," I whispered back as I did the same.
"I'm always eager for you, sweetie," Tim replied as we continued to get naked. Once we were, Tim gave my additional orders, "On the bed. On your back. Legs up. I want to see where I am putting my dick!"
"Yes, SIR!" I replied. Once I was in position, I whispered to Tim who was now between my legs with a very, very hard dick. "Take me, SIR! Please take me!"
Tim wasted little time as he applied lube to his hard dick and my ass.
"Get ready, boy!" Tim hissed. "I am NOT making love to you. I am fucking you senseless. You are fucking mine until I am finished with you."
I watched Tim prepare himself to take me. Lube on his rock hard dick. Smirk on his face. Lust in his eyes. Muscles flexing with every movement. I needed his dick in my ass. I wanted his dick in my ass.
"Please, SIR! Make me feel your power, SIR! Take me! Use me!" I hissed as Tim lined his dick with my asshole.
He paused. I saw the fire in his eyes as he rammed his dick into my ass.
"Ahhhh! Shit! Yes," I hissed as Tim bottomed out in my ass. His balls rubbed against mine. "Make me feel it, SIR! Take me! Make me yours!"
Tim began his assault on my ass. Like a battering ram... I lost all track of time. I watched Tim's face as he took me. He was in another world as he used my ass for his pleasure. Sweat dripped from his muscled body onto mine. His hands found my nipples and began to pull and kneed my nipples with his fingers and fingernails. His breathing began to be labored as he drove himself into ecstasy.
"Shit!" Tim screamed. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Once he finished filling my ass with his cum, he rested his body on top of mine as he began to regain his strength from his powerful orgasm. After a few moments to recover, Tim spoke, "You have such an excellent ass, lover boy!"
"You have such and excellent dick!" I whispered back. "You know I want more."
"Later, sweet man," Tim replied. "My big dicked friend should be here shortly, and you need to get ready to give yourself to Haydar and Justin."
"Master Ajmal told me not to shower after you fucked me," I said. "He wants me to smell of sex."
"Then, we will make your Master very, very happy because you do smell of sex," Tim added. "I think David might actually like me smelling of sex."
"Saves on water," I said as I gave Tim my last kiss before I turned myself over to Haydar and Justin.
When Tim and I arrived naked in the living room, we saw the gang gathered before the next round of festivities.
"It's about time you two came up for air," Marcus said to us. "You need to seriously think about quieting down when you have sex. I think the whole city of London heard you go at it!"
"So what," Tim replied to Marcus as he greeted David. "Hello, stud!"
"Hello, Tim," David replied as he pulled Tim into a big bear hug.
"I'm glad you could come!" Tim replied as he kissed David.
"I couldn't allow you to be lonely!" David replied as he turned toward me. "Steven! Good to see you again! Thanks for sharing your husband with me."
"My pleasure," I replied. "He needs constant attention. And, I will be otherwise engaged for a few days."
"I dropped everything when Tim called and told me his ass was available," David said with a smile. "If I am lucky, I'll get yours, too!"
"Boy," Master Ajmal growled when he walked through the door of the living room. He was followed by Haydar and Justin. "Over here! Assume the position!"
"Yes, Master," I replied as I positioned myself in front of Master Ajmal. Hands were behind my back. Feet shoulder width apart. Looking downward at the floor. Just being in this position in front of my Master made my dick start to grow. Haydar and Justin stood beside Master Ajmal. They were both dressed in black leather pants, black leather leather vest with a harness underneath the vest, black leather boots, black leather gloves, and black leather arm bands.
"So," Master Ajmal began. "Haydar and Justin will take possession of you, boy! Give them your pledge."
"Yes, Master," I replied as I turned to face Haydar and Justin. "I give you my mind, my body, and my soul, Masters. I will forsake all others! I am yours!"
Haydar slipped a collar around my neck and fastened it securely. Justin clipped a leash onto my collar. They silently led me to the dungeon on the top floor of Master Ajmal's London home.
"So, boy," Master Haydar began. "You are ours until we are finished using you. It could be one night. It could be two nights. We will take you and use you as we see fit. You will feel our power. You will feel pain. You will be humiliated. You will be dominated. We will whip you. We will fuck you. We will fist you. You will be well-used."
"Your Master Ajmal assured us you will satisfy our every whim, boy," Master Justin explained. "We trend toward the extreme. We will begin our session with a torture session. Follow me, boy!"
Justin led me by the leash to the bondage table. Master Haydar removed the leash from my collar and helped me into position on the table. I was on my back. Master Haydar began to secure my wrist in the restraints near my head. Master Justin did the same with my other wrist.
Once my wrists were secured they moved to my ankles to secure them.
"Do we want to hear the boy scream tonight, Haydar?" Master Justin asked.
"Definitely," Master Haydar replied. "It will be more exciting with the boy screaming when we hurt him."
Master Justin took his place near my head. "Do you see this, boy?"
"Yes, SIR!" I replied quickly.
"What is this?" Master Justin asked.
"Tit clamps, SIR!" I replied.
"What are we going to do with these tit clamps, boy?" Master Justin asked.
"Put them on my nipples, SIR!" I replied.
"Then what will we do, boy?" Master Justin asked.
"Tighten them, SIR!" I replied.
"And, you will do what, boy?" Master Justin asked.
"Scream, SIR!" I almost whispered.
"I didn't hear you, boy! What will you do, boy?" Master Justin said loudly.
"Scream, SIR!" I replied in a much louder voice.
"And, what will we do then, boy?" Master Justin asked.
"Tighten them more, SIR!" I replied.
"And, what will you do, boy?" Master Justin asked.
"Beg for more, SIR!" I explained. "I want to feel your power, Masters! I want you to hurt me, Masters. Take me! Hurt me! Punish me. Make me feel useless and powerless, Masters! Please Masters! Please! I need to feel pain!"
"Good boy," Master Haydar added as he took one of the nipple clamps from Justin. They both began working my nipples. Master Justin on my right and Master Haydar on my left. They twisted, pulled, pinched, and kneaded both of my nipples.
First Master Haydar paused. Then Master Justin paused. Master Haydar pulled my left nipple tightly and put the clamp on it.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as the clamp dug into my skin.
Master Justin duplicated Master Haydar's actions with my right nipple.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as the new clamp dug into my skin.
"So, boy," Master Haydar began. "Are the clamps tight enough, boy?"
"No, SIR!" I replied. "More, SIR! Please more!"
Master Haydar and Master Justin each found the pressure adjustment of the respective clamps. Simultaneously, each man added more pressure to my nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as each clamp dug further into my skin.
"Perfect for now," Master Haydar explained as he picked up another object from a nearby table. He held the black piece of leather with three chains connected to the leather. He brought it closer to me so I could see it. "Do you know what this is, boy?"
"Ball parachute, SIR!" I hiss through the pain in my nipples.
"What are we going to do with it, boy?" Master Haydar asked.
"Attach it to my balls, SIR!" I hiss.
"And then what will we do, boy?" Master Haydar asked.
"Add weights or a pulley to stretch my balls, SIR!" I replied.
"What will you do then, boy?" Master Haydar asked.
"Scream, SIR!" I replied.
"What will you do after you scream, boy?" Master Justin asked.
"Beg for more, SIR!" I explained. "Beg you to hurt me more, SIR!"
"Good boy!" Master Haydar added.
Master Haydar began to install the ball parachute on my balls. He explained the device. "We had this especially made for you, boy. It is large enough to handle your swollen balls and strong enough to allow us to apply maximum force to stretch your balls. Your Master Ajmal showed us the film of you being hung by the balls. We were extremely impressed. But, we thought we would ramp up our playtime here. You will be strapped tightly to the table. Then, we will begin adding weights to the pulley attached to the ball parachute. Unfortunately, we only have weights in 100 pound increments. We have 10 of them."
Master Haydar finished installing the ball parachute and connected it to the overhead pulley system. Once the ball parachute was attached to the pulley system, Master Haydar paused, "So, boy! Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, SIR!" I loudly replied. "Thank you, SIR!"
Master Justin moved to add the first 100-pound weight to the pulley system. He dropped in onto the container which would hold the weights.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as the pain in my balls seared throughout my entire body.
"What do you say, boy?" Master Haydar asked.
"SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I exclaimed. "Please don't stop, SIR!"
"Good boy!" Master Justin replied as he picked up another weight and dropped in into the container.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again. The pain was intense—almost worse than hanging from my balls!
"I think we should let the boy get used to these weights for a few moments," Master Haydar suggested. "We can continue with our work for the other phases of our play in the bondage table."
"Good idea, Haydar," Master Justin agreed. "I think we could add a little more pressure to the clamps, though. I want to hear the boy scream again."
Master Justin took one of the clamps in his hand. Master Haydar took the other. Each man added another full turn to the pressure adjustment of the clamps.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed in response to the clamps cutting deeper into my skin.
Master Haydar retrieved two canvas bags from the nearby table. He handed one to Master Justin. They each emptied the contents onto the side of the table.
"We have 1,000 clothespins here," Master Justin explained. "Haydar has 500. I have 500. We are going to distribute these 1,000 clothespins over your body to prepare for our next round of activity."
Master Haydar put the first clothespin in my armpit. Master Justin duplicated Master Haydar's efforts. They slowly added more and more clothespins. Down my side to my waist. They covered my stomach, and then my chest. Master Haydar and Master Justin threaded a string in the hole of the clothespins. They paused for a few moments to admire their handy work after all of the clothespins were attached.
"Such a beautiful sight," Master Justin quietly said as he admired his work.
"Yes, very beautiful," Master Haydar added. "Is it time for another weight?"
"Yes," Master Justin replied. "Perfect timing!"
Master Haydar picked up another 100-pound weight and dropped it into the container.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. "Oh! Fuck!"
"Perfect," Master Haydar added. "I love to hear the boy scream. Shall we continue?"
"Yes," Master Justin replied as he moved to the table and pulled out several white candles. When he returned to my side, he asked, "Do you know what these are, boy?"
"Candles, SIR!" I whimper.
"And, what will we do with these candles, boy?" Master Haydar asked.
"Drip wax onto my body, SIR!" I sobbed.
"And, how will you feel when the wax drips onto your bare skin?" Master Justin asked.
"Hot! Painful! Burning!" I whined.
"Will you ask us to stop dripping the candle wax on your body, boy?" Master Haydar asked.
"No, SIR!" I moaned. "Plead for more! Plead for more pain."
"Very good, boy," Master Justin replied.
Master Justin and Master Haydar began dripping wax onto my body. Each man had a candle. Each man used four candles. My stomach, chest, and crotch were covered with wax when they finished.
"It is a good thing the boy is hairless," Master Justin said. "How do you feel, boy?"
"Hot! Nipples hurt! Balls hurt! Skin hurts!" I whispered
"Good," Master Haydar replied. "Some of the others wanted to see our handy work. Before I asked them to come down and see our masterpiece, we need to add some more pressure to the clamps and weights to the ball parachute."
Master Justin and Master Haydar each took a clamp in their hand and added another turn of the screw that controlled the pressure.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed.
"Now the weight," Master Justin suggested.
"Why don't we each add one," Master Haydar added.
"Then, we can let his husband and the husband's big dicked friend add another two weights," Master Justin continued.
Master Justin and Master Haydar each retrieved a weight and held them high over the container. They dropped the weights at the same time.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as I nearly passed out from the pain.
I lay still and almost lifeless as the pain from my balls and pain from my nipples and pain from my skin engulfed my body and mind.
I heard people shuffle around the bondage table.
"Jesus!" I heard Tim mutter. "For someone who doesn't do laundry, you own a lot of clothespins, AJ."
"One needs to be prepared," I heard Master Ajmal add. "How much weight is on the boy's balls?"
"Five hundred pounds," Master Haydar replied.
"What happens next?" Marcus asked.
"We have five hundred pounds more to add to his balls," Master Justin replied. "We want the special people in the boy's life to add the final weights. Tim, David. Please help yourself."
Tim and David stepped into the light. They were both stark naked. David's huge dick began to get plumper. Tim's dick was already standing at attention. Each man selected a weight and carried it to the container.
"This is for you, boy," Tim said as he and David both dropped the weights into the container.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. "Oh! Fuck!"
Tim and David disappeared into the darkness.
"Marcus, Ajmal," Master Haydar began. "It is your turn. Add the last two weights."
Master Ajmal and Marcus picked up the last weights and moved beside the container. Both were naked. Both were hard. Both were smiling.
"Leave it to you, Steven," Marcus began. "Your husband is getting fucked by his big dicked friend while you get your balls tortured. Can life get any better than this?"
Once Marcus finished, he and Master Ajmal dropped the final weights into the container.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again. I continued to moan. The pain in my balls filled my brain. I couldn't think of anything else besides the pain.
"We will give you a break in a moment, boy," Master Justin said as he and Master Haydar stood beside me. "But, first, we need to get you out of these clothespins."
I saw Master Justin and Master Haydar reach for ends of the string which was threaded through the clothespins. They pulled and the pins quickly pulled from my skin.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Master Haydar began the process of releasing my balls from the ball parachute. Master Justin removed the tit clamps.
Master Haydar removed the restraints from my ankles while Master Justin removed the restraints from my wrists. Finally, I was free. Master Haydar and Master Justin helped me sit and finally helped me to stand. I almost collapsed.
"I think we could all use a drink," Master Ajmal suggested.
Master Justin connected my leash to my collar and led me into the living quarters. The light from the room almost blinded me. Master Justin and Master Haydar took seats on one of the sofas in the living room. Master Haydar pointed to the floor between his feet. I immediately went to my knees with my hands behind my back. I was facing the rest of the room with Master Haydar and Master Justin behind me. My dick immediately began to harden.
Tim and David sat opposite me on a small love seat. Tim snuggled close to David. Marcus and Master Ajmal were seated on opposite sides of the room in matching arm chairs.
Boris distributed drinks for the group. When he placed my drink in front of me on the coffee table, he explained, "Yours is a double scotch on the rocks. I thought you might need it."
Master Ajmal offered a toast, "Here is to the show the boy gave us this evening!"
"Cheers!" everyone offered in unison.
"How are your balls, Steven?" Tim asked.
"Still painful," I replied. "How is your ass, Tim?"
"Terrific," Tim replied. "David and I are trying to set a record for fucking, right David?"
"Yup," David replied as he put his arm around Tim's shoulders. "In the four hours since you disappeared with Justin and Haydar, I managed to deposit five loads of cum in your husband's ass. I love his ass. One of the best I ever had... Yours, of course, Steven, is a close second."
We continued to talk for at least an hour. Boris distributed another round of drinks.
Tim began to stroke David's now raging hard dick. "You know, Timmy," Marcus began. "You don't need to hang around us if you need David's dick in your ass. We won't be offended if you want to take care of business."
"Why don't you ride it, Tim?" I asked.
"Here?" Tim asked. "Now?"
"Why not?" I responded.
"I'm game," David added.
Tim moved from beside David and perched himself on David's lap facing toward his lover. They began to kiss passionately. David found Tim's nipples. Tim responded by raising his ass over David's cock. With a little guidance, Tim slowly lowered himself on David's rock hard, 13 inch, uncut dick.
"My ass is made for your dick," Tim moaned to David as he bottomed out on the huge dick.
Tim quickly built up speed as he worked his body to fuck himself on David's dick. Tim pulled his ass completely off of David's cock only to impale himself again.
On the airplane back to Chicago, Tim and I were sitting side-by-side.
"We never talked about your time with Haydar and Justin," Tim began. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yea," I replied in almost a whisper. "Yea, I did enjoy myself. They are two very amazing men. They are amazing sadists, too. They have wonderful cocks. They both fucked me at the same time. Both of their cocks in my ass at once. They fisted me together. Both arms in my ass at once."
"I can barely imagine two cocks in my ass let alone two arms," Tim quietly responded. "Did it hurt?"
"At first, I thought they were ripping me apart when they had both of their arms inside me," I explained. "But, I loved it. It is an amazing feeling to have two men's arms in your ass. My mind went somewhere while they were in me. I wanted to reach out and touch you as David fucked you. I saw you, you know?"
"Saw me?" Tim asked.
"Yea," I replied. "I couldn't touch you, but I saw you. I saw the look on your face as you took your lover's huge cock in your ass. You were at peace. You were, weren't you?"
"Yes," Tim sighed. "Having David's cock in me this weekend gave me a lot of inner peace. The tension drained from my body. When we get home, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel the marks Haydar and Justin added to your body. I want you to tell me how you felt each time they slammed a whip or a cane against your body. I want you to tell me how you feel when you give your body to men like Haydar and Justin."
"I can tell you about the last item right now. Giving my body to powerful men makes me whole," I whispered. "It is my duty to bring the lust and energy out of a man to use my body to work out their own feelings, their own emotions, their own pain."
"Have you always felt this way?" Tim asked.
"I didn't always know it, but, yes, I believe I always felt this way," I replied. "My first boyfriend in college love to paddle my ass with a ping pong paddle. We gradually worked our way up to a leather paddle. He took me to a party once. I was fisted for the first time in front of at least 30 men at the party. It was the first time I was involved in group sex. The host put me in one of the slings in the basement. My boyfriend decided he wanted me to get fucked by as many people as possible. When the tenth man finished with my ass, the host decided the party was over."
"Does getting fucked by ten men at a party make you a masochist?" Tim asked with a smile.
"No," I replied. "Public sex helps. I knew I was a masochist after I went to a Hellfire party in Chicago. Ed and Fred, the local Champaign Urbana leather couple, arranged for a man to take me to the party. He was a member of Hellfire. He stripped me naked when we arrived at the party. He fisted me. Whipped me. Had a friend us a bullwhip on me. All in front of a huge group of Hellfire members and their guests. Now, I can't get enough."
"Have you thought anymore about letting AJ rent your body out to other sadists?" Tim asked.
"Yes," I replied. "I want it. I want Master Ajmal to give me to men who use my body. I need to do it as a gesture of love for Master Ajmal. Does it bother you I want this?"
"No," Tim replied. "We knew it would be part of the mix going into the relationship with AJ. I want you home with me more than I want you in the custody of other men."
"Do you want to be with David?" I asked.
"Yes," Tim responded. "I thought I would lose my mind every time he pulled his dick out of my ass. I never thought I could get fuck so much in a few short days. I feel so free when I have his dick in my ass."
"I know," I whispered. "I saw you, remember?"
"Yup," Tim replied.
"I want to know when you are with David so I can come and visit you," I explained. "I want to watch as David claims your ass and makes love to you. It will make me happy knowing you have someone who makes you feel so free and safe when I am rented to other men."
"I know now why I love you so much, Steven... We need to drop by the leather store and go whip shopping once we get home," Tim added. "Do you want me to whip you?"
"I want to make you happy, Tim," I replied. "I will do anything for you to make you happy."
"Steven," Tim began. "You make me happy just sitting here beside you. As long as you are in my life, I will be happy. Omar and Kathem make me happy, too."
"Me, too," I replied. "You. Me. Omar. Kathem. All of us together. A family."
Master Ajmal took a seat beside Tim and me. "You two look like you are hatching a plot to take over the world."
"We don't plot, AJ," Tim responded. "We plan."
"Yea," Master Ajmal added. "Like I said you look like you are plotting. Tim, Marcus tells me you two are heading to San Francisco next week with David. Does this mean I will have some time with the boy?"
"Sure," Tim replied.
"Why go to San Francisco," I added. "Why not just hole up in the bedroom and fuck like bunnies for the week. Saves time."
"It is not like we will be fucking all week," Tim replied. "I have a writer's conference to attend. I'm just taking Marcus and David as moral support!"
"I am certain you will find time to get comfortable with your men, Tim," Master Ajmal said with a smile. "I made plans with Brad. You and I, boy, are getting together with him on Monday and Tuesday. You and I will be alone on Wednesday and Thursday. And, I have a surprise for you over the weekend."
"A surprise?" I asked.
"Yup," Master Ajmal replied with a smile. "I am certain you will enjoy the surprise."
"Just make certain Steven is rested when we get home on Monday," Tim said. "I will need some serious alone time with my husband."
"I promise, Tim," Master Ajmal reassured him. "He will be ready for you when you return."
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9 Round Creek Road
Ali Ahmed = Marcus and Ajmal
Omar Kathem Tim and Steven