Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1999 21:13:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: wweast@webtv.net
Subject: Sweet Torture

MY DISCLAIMER: As if you didn't know, you are about to read a fictional
tale involving man-man sex. If this might offend you, what are you doing
here? but if it should, read no further--- and get out now if you are
not of legal age.

This is Vince's story...

Alec and I both worked at the poultry plant.  He was a big, mean-looking
fucker, dark-haired, narrow slits for eyes, and kept mostly to himself.
That's why I was surprised when one Friday at quitting time he asked me
up to his place on the weekend---to kill a few beers. I knew Alec was
gay, as I had seen him around town.   I took this invite to mean hot man
to man sex.  Only, I didn't know HOW hot.

As he sat in the front swilling beer, I asked him what he was into.

"C'mon, I'll show you," he snarled.

I trailed him into the bedroom, my dick going on hard, he hefted a heavy
metal box onto the bed and opened it. Holy shit! The box was filled with
every kind of torture instrument you could ever think of. Everything
from studded harnesses to tit clamps.  He pawed through them as if they
were pure gold.  My dick went limp as an uncooked sausage.

"Now you know what I'm into," he grinned.

"S & M isn't my scene,"  I replied. "I like cocksucking---the bigger the
meat the better."

"No sweat, man," he said. "But if you wanna stick around, I'll show ya
how I get off."

"Okay," said I, but not really wanting to stay.

He stripped and I eye licked his bod.  He was a great-looking hunk of
manflesh: broad shoulders, muscular pecs and biceps, and a beer gut that
made him even more hunky looking.  His hide was almost hairless, except
for thick black fur around his groin.  A long piece of meat flopped down
between his legs, backed up by a low-slung ballsac.

My mouth watered to suck those treasures.  However deep he was into
pain, I hoped he'd still let me suck his cock.  That would be worth
staying for!

As I eye-feasted on his bod, he took two tit clamps from the box.  Each
clamp had a small chain on it.  Only then did I notice the skin around
his nubs was all ripped and torn.  He fastened a clamp onto each nipple
and tugged on the chains.  The cruel kisses of the clamp teeth ripped
into his flesh.  He yelped in pain, but his cock erected itself almost
in one leap.

I was taken aback by this exercise in self-torture, but for him the
painful clamp-kisses were a turn-on.  His erect cock was magnificent: an
uncut, eight-inch stiffer, thick as a cucumber, and sporting a fat,
almost blunt head.  As the head emerged from its hood of skin, I noticed
little red gashes cut into the skin.  He must have been using clamps
there, too.

Next he took a ball stretcher and displayed it for me.  Instead of a
leather band at top, there was an evil-looking metal band, with two tiny
teeth in the metal.  He leaned back against the wall and spread his feet
wide apart, allowing his balls to hang down unobstructed.  He tried to
fasten the clamp just where the sac begins under the legs.

"Wanna tug on my balls?" he asked.

For this I didn't need a second invite.  I knelt down before him, and
took the wrinkled, sweaty sac between my fingers.  I tugged downwards.

"Pull harder!" he husked from above me.

I did, and the sac began to stretch, the two man-eggs dropping lower and
lower.  While I helped the law of gravity along, his stubby fingers
tried to secure the metal clasp around the sac.

It went on with a snap.  Now his two balls were swelled up and purple,
like two ripe plums.  I could only imagine what kind of torture the
clamp teeth were inflicting on the sensitive sac-skin.

With his balls all crimson and sore-looking, and the tit clamps tearing
at the flesh around his nubs, a look of ecstasy passed over his face.
He sex-moaned like crazy.  Pearls of pre-cum glistened on the head of
his engorged cock.  I lapped at the drops with my tongue, not caring if
he wanted this or not.

As he offered no objection, I became bolder and ovaled my lips around
his cockhead, and sucked on it.  The feeling of real pleasure only
seemed to annoy him.

"BITE DOWN HARD!" he barked.

I let my teeth rake the cockhead, and then bit into the soft pulp.  His
body shuddered from head to toe, as this new pain thrill ran through
him.  The pressure on his balls must have been fierce by now.

Without rising, the balls began to unload their juice.  Hot globs of cum
spurted from his cock, splashing against my upturned face.  I
tongue-lapped as much as I could.  At the same time, I creamed my own
load into my fast-pumping hand.

Later he asked me if I wanted to partake of the pleasures of pain.  I
told him I thought too much of my hide to want to inflict injury upon
it.  He then put his box of masochistic mayhem back into the closet.  I
told him I would like to suck the rest of his throbbing purple cock.

"After a few more beers," he said.  "I like to hold my bladder full of
piss.  The ache is so fuckin' delicious!"

OK, I thought, so long as he lets me be his human toilet....