Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 00:45:17 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Training Greg, Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Greg and I stopped for lunch on our way home.  I cautioned him to stay away 
from onions and beans and other things which lead to gas or upset stomachs.  
There's nothing worse than fucking a guy who's farting from having eaten 
beans and such, except maybe being fucked after having eaten beans and such.  
Well, maybe chili and other spicy foods makes it worse for the fuckee.  
Anyway, we stuck with bland food.  

As for drinks, well, some guys are into water sports (I'm not, and I 
suspected Greg was too fastidious to be).  Also,  there are other uses for 
liquids, three come to mind:  Firstly, there's humiliation, namely making the 
guy piss on himself.  Then there's gut-wrenching pain, by not letting the guy 
piss (catheters are good for this).  Finally, there's ball pain, my favorite. 
 A bucket hung from a guy's balls gives him two choices, pain from holding it 
in or pain from the weight of the piss in the bucket.  And if more than one 
guy is pissing into the bucket, it can cause quite a lot of pain.  But I 
digress.  Greg and I drank 'cause we were thirsty after having worked out.  
We'd figure out later what to do with all of the liquid.

Greg and I got back to the house.  Greg immediately went to get undressed, 
like he was supposed to.  He asked me to unlock the ball ring, which I did.  
Then I straightened up the house a little and got ready for Guy's visit.  I 
then told Greg, who was busy trying to adjust the seven pounds swinging from 
his nuts, to take care of the gym clothes.  Like a good boy, he headed for 
the laundry room.  I heard the washer filling, and a moment later Greg came 
back into the room.  "The clothes are in, Sir," he reported.  I wondered if 
he did windows, too-then he'd be the PERFECT boy!

I said, "Let's go take our showers.  We should be clean for our guest."  I 
took off my clothes, and Greg promptly put them into the laundry basket.  He 
was learning.

Greg asked, "May I take off the weights, Sir?"  Since he'd been a good boy 
all day, I acquiesced.  See, I'm a NICE daddy.  Greg took off the weights 
and, since he wasn't wearing anything else, was ready to shower.

Greg didn't need another shaving, since he'd just been Naired.  So I just 
used a scrub brush on him to clean off the sweat.  I guess his skin was still 
a little sensitive, since he winced a little, especially when I scrubbed his 
cock and balls.  But he knew better than to say anything, so I soon tired of 
my game and let him rinse off.  Then I handed him a luffa sponge and let him 
scrub me.  I rinsed off, then we got out of the shower and toweled off.

I asked Greg if he knew how to give a massage.  He said, "Sort of."  I laid 
down on the bed on my stomach.  Greg climbed onto the bed and straddled my 
thighs so he could work on my shoulders.  He was right, he "sort of" knew how 
to give a massage.  I made a mental note that we should both take massage 
lessons.  I liked working on a good-looking man's body, and Greg was 
certainly good looking.  And if GREG learned, then I could get a massage 
whenever I wanted one.

Then I felt that Greg was starting to get hard.  I guess being naked on top 
of another naked man was getting to him.  Surprise, surprise!  Greg was 
showing more and more that he WAS gay and just needed someone to bring out 
the best in him!  But he was getting hard without permission.  I reached 
behind him and felt his cock.  I then asked, "What's this?  Did I SAY that 
you could get hard?"

Greg said, "No, Sir.  But your body is so hot, Sir, that I just couldn't help 
it."  At that I turned to look at Greg's face.  He had SAID the right things, 
and had put two "Sirs" in his reply.  Since he LOOKED sincere I decided to 
let it slide.  Just so long as he didn't get off.  That we'd save for later 
when I SAID it was okay.

After Greg had worked on my back for a while, we switched places.  I got on 
his back and started massaging it.  His shoulders were tight, from doing lots 
of bench presses, and I struggled to loosen them.  It was pleasant sitting on 
his back, my cock half-hard and sort of sliding back and forth along his ass 
crack as I worked on his neck and shoulders and ran my fists down his spine.  
Greg purred appreciatively as I worked on him.

I decided I would put on a show for Guy, since he'd be putting on one for us. 
 I put on a metal cock ring and leather ball harness combination, only a 
two-inch stretcher, not enough to feel tight on my low hangers.  I put on a 
harness, the straps fitting nicely over my shoulders and around my sides, 
hanging nicely on my moderately-built chest.  They'd look GREAT once Guy got 
me into better shape.

I called Greg over and asked him to fasten the hanging leather strap to my 
cock ring.  Greg was naked-of course-and he'd put the ball weights back on.  
Boy did he look hot, all clean and hairless and still puffed up from the 
workout.  Greg knelt and carefully fastened the chest strap to the cock ring. 
 With his hand still on my cock he looked up and asked, "May I?"

How can a Daddy resist a boy's pleading eyes as he asks to play with his 
toys, toss a ball around, suck on his Daddy's cock?  Of course I said, "Yes"; 
we still had a few minutes before Guy would be there.  Greg took hold of my 
foreskin and slowly pushed it back.  He ran his tongue around the tip, like 
he knew I liked.  I stood there, legs spread for balance, my hands resting on 
Greg's head, running my fingers through his hair or caressing the sides of 
his head.  I was getting hard.  Surprise, surprise!

Then I realized I had to get dressed the rest of the way, so reluctantly I 
pushed Greg's head off my now rock-hard cock.  He looked up at me.  "No, 
you're doing great boy," I said.  "But your Daddy has to get dressed."  Then 
I realized that was the first time I'd referred to myself as Greg's Daddy.  I 
looked to see if he noticed.  Greg was still looking up at me, with a sort of 
contented look on his face.  I guess he had.

I put on a pair of boot socks and a pair of well-worn jeans.  I worked some 
chaps on, and had Greg zipper them up and tie the laces in back.  They were a 
little snug; I guessed I'd have to have Guy REALLY working on me at the gym.  
I hadn't decided what to wear on top, so I told Greg to get me a pair of 
heavy black shoes from the closet.

At this point, were I really into boots and slaves and all, I'd probably have 
Greg putting my boots on me, lacing them up, then licking them to get them 
clean.  I'd fill paragraphs with description of my sitting down and resting 
one booted foot in Greg's crotch, rubbing his cock and balls back and forth 
as he held my other foot off and gave my other boot a tongue bath.  And maybe 
pressing hard on his balls with the my boot when he dared to raise his eyes 
to look up at me.  But since I'm NOT into that kind of scene, I won't.

I usually take them into a shoemaker to be shined, or got them done at one of 
the local bars on their "masters and slaves" night, when slaves are for hire 
to clean boots.  The proceeds go to some good charity, so everyone makes 
out-I get my boots shined, the charity gets my money, and the slave gets his 
proper due.  Now that I had Greg I knew that I could skip the shoemaker, 
although I'd still go down to the bar.  The slaves do a good job, the company 
is good, and I'd now have Greg to show off.  Not as a slave, but as my boy.  
What a pair we'd make.

Anyway, I got my boots on and laced them up.  Then I put on a cap which I'd 
gotten the last time I was in San Francisco for the Folsom Street Fair (if 
you're into leather, and never been, you've GOT to go.)  I then told Greg to 
get on the leather arm bands we'd bought a couple of nights ago.  Jesus, was 
it only two ago that my affair with Greg had started?  Boy had we done a lot 
since then.

I put on some jazz music and Greg and I waited for Guy to show up.  He pulled 
up and got out.  He looked as hot as I'd imagined he would.  He wore but a 
vest on top, which displayed his great chest and arms to die for in all their 
splendor.  His wrists were bedecked with leather cuffs.  Guy was tall and 
lean, and the tight-fitting chaps accentuated his height.  The black cowboy 
boots he wore also made him look tall.  Tall and lean and mean, with a killer 
chest and his dynamite smile.  Guy's eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun as he 
walked to my door.  A hint of his charming smile crossed his face as he 
stepped onto the porch.  And he was only 24!  It looked like an afternoon to 
remember was in the making.

I opened the door and invited Guy in.  He shook my hand and entered.  As he 
walked past me I got the shock of my life.  Stuffed into his RIGHT pocket 
were a couple of hankies, a grey one-bondage, a light blue one-he sucked 
cock?  And was that a tiny whip attached to his key ring which he was 
stuffing into the RIGHT pocket of his jeans?  Damn!  Such a hot number and he 
was a BOTTOM!  Where are all the good tops?  I was looking forward to two of 
us having fun with Greg.  Now it looked like I would be fully in charge.  
Well, maybe I'd let Greg have some fun.  After all, he was my Boy, not my 
slave.  We'd just have to see how it played out.

I closed the door and turned to ask if Guy wanted something to drink.  He was 
staring at Greg.  More specifically, he was staring at the weights swinging 
from Greg's balls.  Greg carried it off like a master, he chatted to Guy and 
ignored his staring.  Finally I was able to break in to ask Guy if he wanted 
something.  He asked for water.  When I said I wanted a club soda, Guy 
changed his mind.  I turned to Greg and said, "Can you please bring us club 
sodas?  And get whatever you want for yourself."

Greg came back carrying the three club sodas-in glasses.  He'd also 
thoughtfully brought napkins, and the plate of crackers and vegetables I'd 
quickly thrown together while waiting for Guy.  Sorry, all of you hard-core 
sex types.  I guess I think sex should be an EXPERIENCE, not just a quick 
fucking and sucking.  I'd only just met Guy, and wanted to at least chat him 
up a bit before tying him up.

We sat down and chatted a bit, mellowing out.  All the while Guy was still 
staring at Greg's balls and the seven pounds which dangled from them.  
Finally I interrupted our train of conversation by asking guy, "Haven't you 
ever had weights hung from your balls?"

"No," Guy said after a moment's hesitation.  Was that a blush I saw?  Was he 
EMBARASSED that he'd never had ball work done to him?  Well, I'd soon be 
changing that.  And I told him so.

"After I tie you up," I said, then paused and stared hard at him, "That's one 
of the things I'm going to do to you.  That's AFTER we shave them."  Another 
pause.  "And what's around them."

Was that a twitching I saw in Guy's pants?  I guess I'd find out.  I stood 
up, set down my drink, and said, "Let's get started."  Then I turned to Greg 
and said, "Go into the bedroom.  In the bottom drawer of the dresser you'll 
find some things.  Bring me the black handcuffs, tit clamps-the Japanese 
ones."  When Greg looked at me quizzically, I added, "Those are the ones with 
the fancy clips.  They get tighter when you hang weights from them.  And 
bring a couple of leather thongs and the small leather cock and ball 
harness."  As Greg turned to leave I added, "And get YOUR tit clamps, and the 
camera on top of the dresser.  And film, that's in the top drawer."  Greg, my 
oh so obedient boy, left the room.

I turned back to Guy, who was standing there open mouthed.  Hell, if you're 
gonna walk the walk, as they say, by dressing up totally in leather and 
displaying your sexual preferences with colored hankies, then you should be 
prepared to talk the talk.  "Take off your vest," I ordered.  "Then come back 
here, spread your legs a little [that was more for HIS benefit, so he could 
keep his balance] and put your hands behind your back."

I guess Guy had guts.  I doubted he had experience.  Without saying a word he 
turned and walked back to the couch.  With his back turned to me he took off 
his vest-displaying magnificent lats and obliques and whatever other muscles 
make backs so sexy-and carefully folded it and draped it over the arm of the 
couch.  He turned to face me-instant hard on for me-and walked back to wear I 
stood.  He spread his legs slightly, as I'd ordered, and put his hands behind 
his back.  Yousa!


Chapter 21

Guy's tits were the size of quarters and surround by a few stray hairs.  They 
were large because Guy was a large man; they didn't have the shape and look 
of tits which are large from being worked on.  They also looked sensitive.  
And inviting.  So I invited myself in, or should I say, "on" to them.

I started out by running the palms of my hands every so delicately across 
them, just barely brushing them.  Guy purred.  I rubbed my palms across them 
a few more times, before attacking with my fingers.  I rubbed Guy's tits back 
and forth.  I tweaked them.  I plucked at them.

I stood back to admire my work.  Guy's tit's stood at attention.  I noticed 
the bulge in his pants had grown.  I also realized that Greg had returned.  I 
turned to him and noticed that the bulge in his pants-were he wearing any-had 
also grown.  But since he WASN'T wearing pants, his excitement was more 
obvious.

"Give me the tit clamps," I told Greg.  Greg started handing me the Japanese 
tit-clamps.  "Not those," I said.  "Yours."  Reluctantly, Greg handed them 
over.

I tightened the screws on them, which would loosen the clamps a little.  It's 
easier, especially for a newbie, if you start off with loose clamps (tight 
enough to keep them on), then tighten them as the scene develops.  I leaned 
forward and started sucking on one of Greg's tits.  I worked the other with 
my fingers.  Guy stood there attentively watching us.

When the tit in my mouth had hardened some, I started working on it with my 
teeth.  Not hard, just getting it ready.  I also pulled on it, stretching it 
away from his chest.  Finally it was hard to my satisfaction.  I pulled my 
mouth off and quickly clamped on the tit clamp.  Greg winced-maybe I hadn't 
loosened it as much as I'd thought.  Too bad.  He'd get used to it.

The chain hung down as I move to Greg's other tit.  I felt something brushing 
my leg, and looked down.  Greg's tit might have been complaining, his cock 
sure wasn't.  I put my mouth on Greg's other tit and my hands behind his 
back.  I worked on this tit with love, running my tongue across the tit, 
sucking gently, even spending the time to blow hot air on it ever so gently.  
I felt Greg shudder in my arms.  I also looked down and spotted a glistening 
drop at the tip of Greg's cock.  I was enjoying myself.  Greg was certainly 
enjoying himself.  Guy, I hoped, was enjoying the show.

I started working on Greg's tit with my teeth, stretching and working it to 
its maximum length.  I took the chain in my hand, and worked my way down to 
the clamp.  I moved my mouth and quickly put the tit clamp on.  Again Greg 
hissed.  He knew better than to say anything, though.  

I stood back to admire my work.  And to admire Greg's chest, now adorned with 
clamps on each tit and a chain between them.  I took hold of the chain and 
pulled out and down slowly.  I wanted to make sure the clamps were secure.  
Greg tried to stand straight, letting his tits stretch, but he was forced to 
take a step forward and bend over slightly.  But the chain held.  I let go, 
then rubbed Greg's belly and ran my hand up and down his chest, under the 
chain.  "Good boy, I told him.

I then turned around to face Guy.  "Now it's your turn to be worked on," I 
told him.  "But first, turn around."  Guy did, and I spent a few seconds 
admiring what can only be acquired through many hours at a gym.  Then I 
reached for the handcuffs from Greg.  "Watch," I told him.  

I took one of the cuffs and snapped it around Guy's wrist.  I then reached 
into a pocket of my chaps and pulled out a handcuff key.  "Your first lesson, 
is to always have extra keys around."  Then I stuck the key in the right hole 
and turned it.  "Your second lesson is, always use double-locking handcuffs.  
The cuff is tight, and won't come off, but it won't get any tighter, either." 
 I handed the key to Greg.  "You do the other one," I said.

Greg snapped the cuff around Guy's second wrist, then with difficulty managed 
to double-lock it.  He handed the key back to me.  "Turn around," I ordered.

Guy turned around and faced us.  He was panting slightly, and his tits were 
standing up.  He wiggled his hips slightly; I think his cock was telling us 
that it wanted out.  I reached down and took his cock and balls in my hand 
and squeezed.  Guy winced, but didn't say anything.  I guess he'd made up his 
mind that he was going to be a bottom.  "Patience ," I told Guy's crotch.  
"We'll work on you in a few minutes."

I turned to Greg and pointed to one of Guy's tits.  "That one's yours to 
enjoy.  Lick it, play with it, chew on it, caress it, bite it, massage it, 
squeeze it.  Guy will let you know if you're doing something right.  Or 
wrong.  But since he's cuffed, he can't stop you."  Guy looked at me, a 
little panicky.  What had he gotten himself in for?  I looked Guy straight in 
the eyes and said, "Any time you want me to stop, any time things don't feel 
right, you just tell me and I'll stop.  And our safe word will be, let's see, 
'Red light.'  You say, 'Red light,' and everything stops instantly.  Got 
that?"  

Guy looked at me and nodded slowly.  He didn't look totally convinced, until 
Greg spoke up, "Don't worry,  His bark is worse than his bite."  I could have 
killed him when he smiled and added, "And he plays well with others."  Greg 
continued,  So you'll be okay.  'Red light' stops the play."  Where had Greg 
learned about safe words and other things?  I knew he didn't have any 
experience, except with me.  Maybe he was well-read and just needed someone 
to bring him out of his shell.  I was happy he'd chosen me.

Greg proceeded to work on the tit in front of him, while I worked on mine.  
Greg licked his like candy, fluttered his tongue back and forth, ran the tip 
of his nail over it, and sucked on it.  Guy purred in appreciation.  I worked 
on my tit, and Guy began sighing, then got almost weak-kneed with pleasure.  
I ran my hand up and down Guy's glorious chest as Greg caressed and massaged 
Guy's shoulder.

Finally I decided it was time for something else.  I asked Greg for the other 
set of tit clamps.  He'd thoughtfully looped them through the chain 
connecting his own so that he'd have both hands free to work on Guy.  As I 
approached Guy with the clamps I asked, "Have you ever had tit clamps on?"

"Yeah," Guy said, "A couple of times.  I like the pressure but I'm not much 
into pain."

I adjusted the clamps, then took one in one hand and handed the other to 
Greg.  I pulled on Guy's tit, working blood into it and puffing it up.  Greg 
was watching my every move.  At just the right moment I squeeze the handles 
of the clamp, put the blades around Guy's tit and let go.  

Guy sucked in his breath.  "A little loser, ah, Sir, please," Guy said.  I 
tightened the screw which loosened the blades.  Guy let out his breath so I 
knew it was okay.

"Now it's your turn," I said to Greg.  Greg imitated my moves and snapped the 
tit clamp on Guy's other tit perfectly.  We stood back and admired our work.  
Pretty good!  I turned to Greg and said, "In the bottom drawer you'll find 
some weights.  Bring, say, two of the big ones and three of the little ones.  
That should be enough."

Greg came back with the weights.  Guy stared, then closed his eyes as I took 
one of the large weights and hung it on the end of one of the tit clamps.  
The clamp was designed so that pulling on the handles would tighten the 
clamp.  The weight provided just enough pull.  I handed Greg the other large 
weight and he hung it from the clamp on Guy's other tit.  I then took the 
three small weights and hung them evenly from the chain running between Guy's 
tits.  They would give him some sensation, but would not add direct pressure 
on his tits.

Guy closed his eyes, centering himself.  When he opened them, I could almost 
see a new clarity, like he was prepared for the next step in his journey.  I 
quickly grabbed the camera and snapped a couple of pictures.  I started with 
head shots, I wanted to capture his emotions.  I then stood back and took 
some shots of his chest.  I walked around and got some shots of Guy's back 
and cuffed hands.  That his hot ass was also in the pictures didn't hurt.

I told Greg to get the boot jack from my closet.  He either knew what it was 
or decided he could figure it out; he hurried off to my closet, the weights 
swinging from his balls and the chain making a pleasant jingle as he moved.  
Greg came back with the jack, and I told him, "Take off Guy's boots and 
socks."

Greg knelt and worked off one of Guy's cowboy boots.  Guy balanced himself by 
resting one hand on Greg's shoulder.  I saw him kneading it as Greg worked.  
"Good," I thought, "They're going to get along."  Greg got off the other 
boot, then stripped Guy's socks off.  Greg looked around, trying to decide 
what to do with them.  He rolled them up and started shoving them into the 
boots.  "Don't do that," I admonished him.  "We're going to be using the 
boots."  I guess Guy had seen the same rough porno movies I had; once again 
he looked a little queasy.  Greg put the socks with Guy's vest and came back 
to see what was up next.

I told Greg to take Guy's chaps off.  I stood back and took pictures as one 
hot naked guy was down on his knees slowly undressing another.  Greg unzipped 
the zippers running up the insides of Guys legs, then walked behind him and 
undid the laces which held the chaps on.  Greg pulled them off, leaving Guy 
dressed in but his 501s, which by then could hardly contain his straining 
cock.

"Take off his jeans," I told Greg.  "But first."  I reached out and moved the 
weights hanging down from the chain between Guy's tits so that it would cause 
more pressure.  "I don't want you forgetting about your tits while we're 
working on your nuts.  In fact."  I snapped my fingers at Greg, who got up 
quickly from the floor.  "Go get a couple more of the small weights."  Greg 
hurried off.  While I waited, I tugged gently on the chain, causing Guy's 
tits to stretch and Guy to wince a little.  Like Greg, he knew better than to 
object.  

Greg came back with the weights, and I added them to the chain, directly 
under Guy's tits so they'd have the most effect.  I turned to Greg and 
reached for HIS tits.  As I loosened the screws, which tightened the clamps I 
said, "I don't want YOU forgetting about YOUR tits while we're working on 
Guy's nuts, either.  By the look on Greg's face, HE wouldn't forget about his 
tits for a while.

Greg knelt before Guy and started unbuttoning his jeans.  Soon the top of a 
grey jock appeared.  After Greg had slid Guy's jeans off, I made Guy pose for 
me in just his jock.  

In case you're just joining us, let me remind you of what this stud looked 
like.  Guy was tall, maybe 6"1", but built like he spent lots of time in a 
gym.  He carried his muscles well on a lean frame, and had a charming smile 
and sparkling eyes.  His chest was pretty smooth, with but a few stray hairs 
poking out of his jock.  That was the package which stood before me, this gym 
rat wearing nothing but tit clamps, leather wrist cuffs, and a jock.

I put down my camera and walked over to a shelf and picked something up.  I 
turned around to face Guy.  In my hand I held a knife.  Guy's eyes opened 
wide as I walked closer, then reached for him.  "As I recall," I said, "In 
the gym you called me a maggot and squeezed my balls.  Now it's MY turn."  I 
reached forward and quickly slid the knife under first one side of Guy's jock 
then the other.  The knife cut cleanly through the straps and Guy's jock fell 
to the floor.  A five-inch cock pointed out at us, already dripping with 
pre-cum.

I hefted Guy's balls in my hand, then squeezed them slightly.  They were 
small and clung desperately to the bottom of Guy's cock, trying to hide in a 
surprisingly thick bush of hair.  I turned to Greg and said, "Give me the 
harness."  It was a small one, the top band barely half an inch wide.  I 
worked on Guy's balls, kneading them and stretching them.  I encircled his 
sac with one hand, and pulled it down to make room for the cock ring.  When 
Guy started to bend his knees, to relieve the pressure on his balls I 
shouted, "Stand up straight!"  Guy did.  I snapped the band 'round the top of 
his sac, then worked the other band between his balls, separating them.  I 
snapped it in place.  The separator band had a "D" ring, perfect for hanging 
things from.

"Give me one of the leather thongs," I said to Greg.  "And one of Guy's 
boots."  I threaded the thong through the pull tab at the top of the boot, 
then threaded it through the "D" ring hanging from Guy's balls.  I tied it 
off, leaving a couple of inches between the top of the boot and Guy's balls.  
The boot couldn't have weighed more than a pound or two, but I figured I'd 
start off easy.

I stood up and asked Guy how it felt.  Guy said, "Okay."  Then he added, 
"Sir."  But it was too late.  I was already reaching for the other boot.  
Soon BOTH boots were hanging from Guy's nuts, three or four pounds in all.  
"Now maybe you'll remember the proper way to address your betters."  "Yes, 
Sir," Guy said.  His balls hung low, but his cock was still at attention.  

Once again I stood back to admire my work.  Then I turned to Greg and said, 
"I'm thirsty again.  Can you please go get a can of club soda for me?  And 
bring one for Guy; he may be thirsty.  And one for yourself."  Greg started 
to protest that he wasn't thirsty.  "Well, get one for later."  Greg knew an 
order when he heard one; he came back with three cans.

Greg handed one to me.  "Where are your manners?"  I asked, taking the can.  
"You should offer one to our guest."  I turned to Guy and made as if to offer 
him the can.  "Oh, I guess you're kind of tied up right now.  Let me just set 
this in here, you can drink it later."  With that I took the can and stuffed 
it into one of the boots hanging from Guy's balls.  Guy winced as I let go of 
the boot; it dropped a couple of inches when I let go.  Or maybe it was the 
additional weight.  Hell, it was only 12 ounces.

I turned back to Greg.  "Give me YOUR can," I told him.  "Guy has another 
empty boot.  We can stick it in there until you're thirsty."  I stuck THAT 
one in Guy's other boot.  Now a pound and a half had just been added to his 
balls.  On top of the three or four pounds from his boots, that was actually 
quite a lot to be swinging from a guy's nuts if he wasn't used to it.  I'd 
noticed that Guy had bent his legs though; that has the effect of making your 
balls able to carry more.  Try it some time.

I picked up the third can of club soda and said, "I'm not all that thirsty."  
I reached towards Guy's nuts.  Guy winced, waiting for yet more weight.  
"Just kidding," I said, grinning.  I snapped open the tab and took a healthy 
swig.  I then set down the can and said, "It's' probably time to start 
working on Guy."  Guy looked at me.  His hands were cuffed behind his back.  
He had tit clamps on with weights hanging from the chain.  He had four or 
five pounds of weight swinging from his balls.  And I was talking about 
STARTING on him?  What had he gotten himself in for?


Chapter 22

I walked behind Guy, then reached over his shoulders and quickly put a 
leather blindfold on him.  It was fleece-lined, and had a strap running over 
the top of Guy's head, to make sure it didn't slide down.  I'd tested it, and 
you definitely couldn't see anything when it was on.  I stood there, 
massaging Guy's shoulders as I asked him how he was.  Guy said, "I'm okay, 
Sir."  His voice betrayed him, however, so I massaged his shoulders and arms 
some more, the best I could massage those massive muscles in front of me.  
After a while Guy murmured, "I'm okay now, Sir."  His voice sounded better 
and I could feel that his pulse had slowed down, so it was time for the next 
step.

I tied yet another thong to the "D" ring attached to Guy's ball stretcher.  I 
handed the other end to Greg and said, "Follow me.  And bring him with you."  
Greg gave an experimental yank on the thong.  Guy moved closer to him.  I 
turned around and headed into another room.  Greg, with Guy in tow, followed. 
 They made quite a pair, both with weight hanging from their balls and 
swinging back and forth.

In the middle of the family room I'd placed a heavy stool.  In its former 
life it had been a piano stool.  Now I'd made a few modifications, including 
adding padding and a leather cover to the top (how thoughtful!) and heavy 
eyebolts which I'd attached to base of each of the massive legs.  The stool's 
top still swiveled so its height could be adjusted.

I motioned Greg to pull Guy in front of the stool.  "Bend over," I told Guy.  
When his chest was firmly on the stool top, I told him, "Spread your legs."  
He did.  "Now straighten them.  And the boots better not touch the floor."  
Guy straightened his legs and hunched up his hips, putting him in a most 
uncomfortable position.  Too bad.  "Stay there," I told Guy.  

I reached over and unlocked the handcuffs which had secured Guy's arms behind 
his back.  I took one wrist and knelt down.  I took hold of a leather cuff 
attached to a short length of chain and to an eyebolt at the base of the 
stool.  I soon had the cuff fastened 'round Guy's wrist.  I made short shrift 
of fastening Guy's other wrist to another cuff.  Now Guy was stuck in place, 
chest resting on the stool and arms cuffed to its base.

I stood up and said to Greg, "Why don't you start the boots swinging, and 
keep them swinging?  And while you're at it, I want YOUR weights swinging."  
Greg positioned himself behind Guy and gave the boots a push.  Then he 
started wiggling his hips to get his own weights swinging.  "I'll be right 
back, I told them."

I came back from my bedroom with an armload of stuff, which I set down on a 
nearby table.  Then I headed for the kitchen and came back with a large pot 
of warm water.  I set this down, too, but closer to Guy's ass.  Then I stood 
up and said, "I'm hot.  I want to get rid of my boots."  

Greg came forward, like a good boy.  He started kneeling, but I said, "No, 
I'll get them.  You've done well today so no sense your working on my feet."  
Greg grinned when I said he'd done well.  I untied my boots and took them and 
my socks off.  "You can put them away, though," I said, handing them to Greg.

As Greg started walking away with my boots and socks in hand, I called, "Just 
a minute.  I want to take off my chaps too.  I need your help."  Greg came 
back and put down the boots and socks and helped me out of my chaps and 
jeans.  He then took everything and headed for the bedroom.  Incidentally, 
when I went back there I found the boots neatly stood in my closet, socks in 
the laundry basket, jeans hanging up, and chaps laid out neatly on the bed (I 
showed Greg where they went, and they were never out of place again).

I hugged Greg when he came back  I stood there in just a harness and cock and 
ball stretcher/spreader, Greg was naked but for the weights hanging from his 
balls, leather cuffs 'round his arms, and the tit clamps connected by a 
chain. My naked cock and balls pressed against his when I kissed him.  They 
felt good there together.  I kissed him again and held him in my arms for a 
few seconds before releasing him.

I handed him a razor.  "Do his ass," I told him.  Greg moved towards Guy's 
rear end.  "Do everything, including his perineum."  Greg looked at me, 
puzzled.  I moved down to Greg.  "Spread your legs," I told him.  I pinched 
the skin between his legs and behind his balls.  "That's your perineum," I 
said.  "That's where you'll wear your guiche when you get pierced there."  
Greg didn't look horrified; maybe he LIKED the look of Dave's PA, or the many 
guys' tit rings he'd seen in the leather bar.

As Greg took the razor and started shaving Greg's crack, I went to the table 
and picked up a Jeff Stryker-sized dildo which someone had given me as a gift 
(The joke was on him; I soon had him tied up and with most of it-well, half 
of it, anyway, the damn thing almost a foot and a half long-up his ass.)  I 
moved in front of Guy's face, my cock but inches from his mouth.

"I hope you're hungry," I told him, as I leaned forward and shoved my crotch 
into his face."  Guy must have been, he opened his mouth eagerly and sucked 
my soft cock in down to the root.  He ran his tongue over and around it, and 
I was soon nearing half mast.  In the meantime I took the dildo and started 
massaging Guy's neck with it.  I made sure he could tell just how thick and 
long and heavy it was.  Then I ran it along Guy's back, and between his 
shoulder blades, occasionally tapping it on his back so he could feel its 
heaviness and size.

"When Greg's done entertaining himself down there, we can entertain YOU," I 
told him.  Guy shuddered; now he must really have been wondering what he'd 
gotten himself in for.  I continued massaging Guy's neck, then his shoulders 
and back, with the heavy organ.  I also kept swinging my hips back and forth, 
casually fucking Guy's face.  Then I noticed Greg was HUMMING as he was 
shaving Guy's ass.  I guess he was enjoying himself.

Greg stood up, then set the razor down on the table.  "I'm done," he 
declared.  "I'm ready for you to inspect my work."

I went to the table and picked up a pair of needle-nosed pliers, then moved 
towards Greg.  "Hold this," I said, handing him the giant dildo.  I bent down 
and spread Guy's cheeks apart.  I felt Guy shudder as I ran my finger lightly 
down one side of his crack.  I stopped when I reached the bottom.

"What's this?"  I said.  I KNEW what it was.  It was a couple of hairs, tight 
in the crevice at the end of Guy's crack, which Greg had missed.  Too bad for 
Guy.  I held his crack apart and reached forward with the pliers.  I tood a 
firm grip on the hairs and yanked.

Guy YELPED!  So much for his being butch.  He sounded like a nellie queen 
when she'd broken a fingernail!  I moved my finger along some more, rubbing 
the soft skin behind his balls.  Greg had done a good job.  None-the-less, I 
couldn't help but grab a couple of hairs which, to tell the truth, were more 
on Guy's BALLS than his perineum, and yank them out.  Once again Guy yelped.

I stood up and turned to Greg.  "That was pretty good," I told him.  "We'll 
just have to give you more practice."  Greg grinned at me.  HE knew the last 
two hairs I'd yanked were out of bounds.

I turned to face Guy and said, "Greg's done shaving your ass.  I guess it's 
time to see if a dildo will fit up there."  I went over to the table and 
picked up some lube, and a smaller dildo.  This one was only nine or ten 
inches long and maybe an inch and a half in diameter, hardly difficult for 
someone as large as Guy to take up his ass.  I also motioned Greg to be quiet 
about the fact that I had two dildoes in my hand.

I handed Greg the lube.  "Grease him up," I told Greg.  Greg daintily put 
some lube on his hand.  I grabbed the bottle and squeezed a handful into 
Greg's hand.  "You need a lot if we're gonna get this think up Guy's ass."  
Greg took his hand and put it on Guy's crack.  "Get at least three fingers up 
there.  This is a big dildo," I told Greg.

Greg had the sense to start with one finger, running it in and out of Guy's 
ass.  Then he got a second finger up there, and a third.  Guy winced a little 
when that third finger went up there; I guess Greg was not quite gentle 
enough.  I motioned Greg to use his other hand to grease up the smaller dildo 
I was holding, then the Stryker dildo.

I motioned Greg away from Guy's ass.  I took the huge dildo and started 
rubbing the tip around Guy's crack, then sliding the thing up and down 
between his cheeks.  Guy could tell it would be an impossible fit.  What was 
I doing?  What was he in for?

I told Greg, "Pick up the booting hanging from Guy's nuts.  I'll count to 
three, then you drop them.  That'll loosen Guy up and I'll be able to slip 
this up his ass."  I winked at Greg as I kept sliding the huge dildo up and 
down Guy's backside.  Greg picked up the weights and weighted.

"One, two, two and a half," I said slowly, "Three!"  On three Greg dropped 
the boots.  As the boots reached bottom and yanked on Guy's balls, I moved 
the huge dildo out of the way and easily shoved the smaller dildo, all ten 
inches of it, up Guy's ass all the way to the base.  Guy YELPED as he felt 
the tug on his balls and shrieked (!) as he felt the dildo inside him.  I 
guess he figured he'd been split apart.  

I laughed in delight at my trick.  Greg, too was grinning as I wiped the lube 
off the Stryker-sized dildo I was holding and once again started massaging 
Guy's neck with it.  "Surprise!" I called out.

"Fuck you!" was Guy's response.  Not a wise thing to say when tied up as Guy 
was.  "Drop the boots again," I told Greg.  He picked them up between Guy's 
spread legs, pulling Guy's balls up with them.  Then he dropped them.  The 
boots, that is, not Guy's balls.  Once again Guy yelped.  So much for him 
being butch, as I said earlier.

"It's time to get started on Guy's front," I said.  "Why don't you release 
Guy's arms from the cuffs?"  I asked Greg.  Greg knelt and unbuckled the 
cuffs, leaving them tied to the stool base.  "Stand up," I told Guy.  He 
worked his way to his feet.  Boy did he look hot, blindfolded, weights 
hanging from his tit rings, boots hanging from his balls, a good-sized dildo 
shoved up his ass.

I took the blindfold off.  Guy blinked at the sudden light.  "How do you 
feel?"  I asked him.

"Okay," he said, then he quickly added, "Sir."

"Are you thirsty?"  I asked.

"Yes," Guy said.  "I could use something to drink, Sir."

"Get a can from your boot," I told him.  Guy reached down and pulled one of 
the cans of water from his boot.  He seemed happy to take some of the weight 
off his balls.  "Do you want one?" I asked Greg.  He bent and took the other 
can from Guy's boot.  Again Guy looked happy, now that he only had two boots 
hanging from his nuts.

"Well, now I have a place for this," I said, holding up the Stryker dildo.  
Without further ado I turned it head down and let it drop into one of the 
boots.  Guy yelled as it hit the bottom of the boot, tugging on his nuts.  
Now he had five or six pounds hanging down, quite a lot if you're not used to 
it.  "Stand up straight and take it like a man," I ordered.  "Unless you want 
another dildo in your other boot."  Guy stood up straight and awaited my next 
command.