Bobby

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Chapter 4

Of all the things I enjoyed, I guess getting my ass whipped was the best. Probably something to do with the fact that my Dad did it to me so often when I was a kid. The strap I pulled out was another custom made strap I had made for me Capital City. The strap itself was from a barber shop. Barbers used the strap to sharpen straight razors for shaving. One side was real smooth, the other very rough. The rough side hurt the worst, but you could take more from the smooth side. Bobby just looked at me as I held the belt in my hand.

"I think you're a bad boy and daddy's going to whip your ass." I said.

Bobby fell into the role very quick.

"No Daddy please don't whip me. I'll try to do better." The tears were real from the pain in his nuts, but his hard cock told me he wanted what was coming.

"Too bad boy. Get yourself over that chair."

Three things were about to happen. He was going to be screaming in pain from the belt. As I whipped his ass the ball stretcher was going to be swinging, putting more pressure on his nuts and weight on his tits was going to be doing the same thing to his tits. Which was going to hurt more was the question. The thing I knew was that with our balls stretched so low, it was going to damned hard to get off. That alone was going to cause pain as well.

He started to groan even before I hit him with the belt. As he leaned over the chair, gravity forced the weights on his balls and tits to hang away from his body. I could still see stripes from the day before on his brown ass cheeks.

I gave him three real hard slaps with the smooth side of the belt and he howled in pain. His ass became a cheery red. I flipped the belt to the rough side. The howl turned to a scream as the rough side slashed his tender cheeks. I didn't stop then, just one after another. I think I got to fifteen or maybe more before he bolted from the chair and moved away.

"Please that's enough. No more, no more." He cried.

I guess I saw red when he said that. He was holding his ass with both hands, but his cock was standing straight out. I brought the rough side down as hard as I could across his cock. He howled anew and grabbed for his cock.

"Move your fucking hands boy." I yelled at him.

He kept shaking his head and backing away. I brought the belt down on the back of his hands. He screamed at that and his hands flew from his cock. I smashed the belt down on his hard cock again. He dropped to the floor and curled into a ball screaming his head off. I raised the belt and then stopped.

I dropped the belt, now disgusted with myself. Fuck I had really wanted to continue. What was I becoming inside? All I had wanted was to whip him more and more.

I grabbed the tube of crème I had and knelt beside him. I started to coat his very red ass with the crème. He even screamed as I did that. I knew it would feel better later. I had to force him onto his back to coat his cock.

"You okay love? I'm sorry Bobby, I don't know what came over me."

"Your Dad eh." He sobbed.

"Yeah, I guess."

He slowly uncurled from the floor and gingerly stood up. He ran his hand over his ass cheeks.

"Fuck is my ass hot. I never been whipped like that before. If your Dad did that to you, then I know what you were feeling."

He wrapped his arms around me.

"Almost every day Bobby, almost every day."

"I guess your going to like it when I do it to you." He sort of chuckled.

"No, I'm going to hate it, but I still want you to do it."

"What I don't understand is why I remained so hard?"

"I guess your more like me than I thought. For me I guess it is I think of my Dad. That's why he kicked me out. I started to enjoy it when he whipped me, so much that I would get hard. At night I would jack off thinking about him whipping me. I hated it and I loved it too. The harder the better."

"Well it's going to be while before I can do what you did. Weird part is I don't even feel the tit clamps or stretcher on my nuts."

I didn't either. Whipping Bobby was such a rush to both of us all other pain was forgotten. That could be real scary.

I watched as reached down and turned the small turn buckles until he gasped. He had stretched his nut sack almost another inch. Hating the idea I did the same thing. Like him my dick still stood straight out.

"God I want to get off." He said.

"Doubt you can with your balls stretched so low."

He jacked his cock and groaned.

I knelt in front of him and gently ran my fingers over his tight balls. He groaned.

"Damn even that hurts."

Then I surprised him when I took his cock into my mouth. He yelled and tried to step back, but I grabbed his tender cheeks and pulled his cock into my throat. He screamed when my hands grabbed his ass and tried to fight me to stop me from sucking him. I finally backed off.

"Fuck you just made it worse."

I slowly stood up.

"Suck me Bobby, make me feel what your feeling."

He dropped down and started sucking on my cock. Like him I really wanted to get off. The pressure just kept building in my nuts. I could see his almost touching the floor as he sucked me. I finally had to force him to stop. I backed away shaking. My mind was just exploding in a simple want, to get off.

I don't know what was in Bobby's mind. I watched almost detached as he walked to the trunk and picked up the big battery clamp. He turned and handed it to me.

"Put it on John."

"Get the other one too."

H turned and picked the other clamp and stood waiting. I squeezed the grips and slipped it over his rock hard cock. When I released the clamp he let out a long drawn out scream and slumped into the chair. I thought he had passed out.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God." He cried.

I shuffled closer to him and waited.

He looked at my cock and then just squeezed the clamp open, pushed it over my cock and released it. I heard my self screaming and then nothing.

When I opened my eyes, my cock and balls felt like someone was pushing pins and needles into them. Bobby was still sitting in the chair.

"How long was I out?" I blubbered.

"Twenty minutes maybe."

Then he did the most astounding thing. He stood up, the clamp pulled down his cock as he stood. I watched detached as he turned the screws on his nuts a few more turns. He groaned when he did it, but that was all. He then walked over to me and helped me to my feet. HE guided me over to a chair and pushed me over it, as he had been when I whipped him.

"Your turn Daddy. Your Son is going to give you what you gave him." I don't have even the faintest idea how many times he used that belt across my ass. When I woke up the second time I was laying face down on my couch. He was slowly coating my ass with crème.

"Not bad John. You passed out after twenty. How many did you give me?"

"I don't know Son." I groaned.

"I like it when you call me Son. Can you call me that from now on. I like to call you Dad. Your better than my real Dad."

"Okay, can you help me up?"

When he had me sitting, my ass was on fire. I was shocked to see he had removed my clamp from my cock, but he still had his on. When I reached for it he backed away.

"Not yet. I want you to do more stuff first."

Jesus he had a super high tolerance for pain.

"I don't think I can handle anymore Son."

"You said we wouldn't stop until we passed out. You passed out twice. Now I want you to do stuff until I pass out."

At this point, I wasn't sure I could do so much to him that he passed out. At only nineteen he already had taken more than I could handle and wanted more still. I was the one that used to get paid to accept pain. So what do I do to him now? Christ his sack was almost stretched ten inches. With the battery clamp on his cock he was still standing. What now?

There was one thing I could do, but if I did, his cock might be useless for a week. We would have postpone the surgery. I very carefully stood up and walked over to the trunk. I removed the layers down to last layer. This layer had all cock torture stuff. I picked a very large tube.

"Go get the alcohol and a deep dish Son."

I couldn't believe he almost walked normally into the kitchen. He came back and set both down on the table. I twisted a knob on the tube, poured alcohol into the dish and dropped the tube into the dish. I just left it there. I pulled out a roll of duct tape and told him to sit in one of the straight backed chairs. I taped his arms and then legs to the chair.

"Don't want you to hurt yourself any more than I'm going to hurt you."

He screamed when I removed the battery clamp.

For the first time that morning his dick was soft. That would make it easier to get the tube over his cock. I fished it out of the bowl and turned the knob back. Then I used an Allen wrench to open it. I laid his soft cock in the tube and closed it, making sure the head of his cock stuck out one end. I tightened it closed. He watched as I went back to the trunk and found a key. I stuck the key in a slot on the tube and twisted it. The clicks he heard were quite loud.

"What is this thing?"

"In a minute boy."

I pulled the key out and then slowly moved the tube back and forth on his cock. He started to get hard. I pulled the head of his cock further out of the tube. It swelled as the blood rushed into his cock.

"There now were ready. You asked what this is. It called the collar of pain. Aligned inside the tube are about thirty very sharp needles. Their spring loaded. When I touch that knob there, they are going to fire into the shaft of your cock all at once from all directions. Most will go right through and out the other side. Not much blood, but you will definitely feel every single needle."

I passed out from the pain every time it was used on me. Usually they had a ball gag in my mouth. All I'm going to use is this rubber bar to prevent you from biting off your tongue. Open your mouth Son."

I fitted the bar and tied it behind his head. He had a very scared look in his eyes.

"I am sure we won't make it to the Doctor this weekend. You cocks going to be too mangled."

I really thought I was more a masochist than a sadist, but Bobby was bringing out that part of me more and more. Maybe deep inside that was what I really was. I was very hard thinking about doing this to Bobby.

"Some things changed inside me Bobby and I don't know if it a good thing or a bad. I want to really cause you pain. It's like a new door has been opened inside my head."

Bobby had tears in his eyes. He indicated for me to remove the rubber bar. I unstrapped it so he could talk.

"Dad, when you passed out the first time, I thought that's cool, I gave you enough pain to make you pass out. But when you passed out the second time, I knew something else. I love you Dad, more than I have loved anyone ever before. So much that I can't cause you any more pain. You've had enough pain in your life already. Now all I want is to know every thing you've gone through. I want you to torture me. I want you to make scream or even pass out. I don't want you to stop ever. I'll just love you more. I'm never going to hurt you again."

I leaned over and kissed him. Then I put the bar back on.

"I'm sorry Son, but I just have to do this."

His eyes followed my hand down to his cock. When I hit the switch, His cock jumped and then the most ungodly scream that I think I had ever heard reverberated around the house. His whole body shook as he screamed. What got me even more was he never passed out. What it did to me was almost even more astounding. Even with the ball stretcher still on my nuts, I shot my load with so much pressure it splattered his chest. The overwhelming rush in my mind was almost a physical thing. I watched almost detached as he blubbered and cried. When I retracted the needles he went into another fit of screaming. As I just sat and watched I removed the ball stretcher from my nuts, and the weights. They felt good, but wanted them off.

The very real problem I had now was that the last guy to use this vicious devise on me had rotated it a quarter turn and done it again. I had passed out both times from the pain. Could I do the same to this boy I loved so much?"

I waited until he was down to just crying.

"Do you want me to do it again Son?" I asked him.

I really didn't want him to say yes. I knew what his cock was going to look like. But I had to let him make the decision.

"Just nod, yes or no Son."

He looked down at his cock. It was still rock hard in the tube. I knew that his pleasure center of his brain was still being stimulated by the pain he was feeling or had already felt. He looked at me and slowly nodded his head yes.

He again followed my hands as I reached for the tube. His whole body stiffened. He looked surprised when I gripped the hard knob of his cock with one hand and the tube with the other. His eyes got real big as he watched me twist the tube a quarter turn. Now the needles would penetrate a different area of his cock. I looked back at his face and waited.

He again nodded his head yes. I pushed the knob.

The howl of pure pain that escaped his lips only lasted about 30 seconds, before the pain center in his brain overrode the pleasure center. He slumped faint in the chair. I quickly retracted the needles and removed the tube. His cock looked like a mangled piece of meat. I removed the ball stretchers and the tit clamps. Then I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom. I got my first aid kit and cleaned his cock up. He came around as I was slowly rubbing crème into the holes up and down his cock. He just laid on the bed and cried.

After I was done I lay beside him and took him into my arms. He rolled into me and just held me as he cried.

"Thank you Dad." He said quietly.

After a while his crying stopped and he looked at me with red rimmed eyes. He moved closer and kissed me, running his tongue inside. We necked for a bit and then he lay back. Pushing himself up on his elbows he looked at his cock. You could see every puncture wound along and around his cock.

"Fuck, I know I have never felt that much pain before. That tube is really vicious. How long before my dick works again?"

"Depends on your body. With me it took about three days."

I saw his balls looked almost normal, only a little enlarged. His tits were red, but even they looked almost normal. Mine were swollen. I rubbed his tits. He yelped. "Fuck don't do that, you'll give me a hard on." He almost laughed.

"Jesus you recover fast."

"I got to piss Dad. Can you help me to the can?"

"I could do that for you."

"Yeah but, I might get hard if you put your lips on my cock."

"The only thing that might hurt is your cock."

"Yeah right. Go for it."

He did have a pretty big load. I just swallowed it. When he finished his cock hardened real fast. I was about to pull off.

"Oh fuck man. Don't stop, that feels so good. Ah God, oh yes, yes."

His load blasted into my mouth. And I mean blasted, straight into my throat with so much pressure I almost gagged. I just swallowed and sucked. I tasted his blood too and that just drove me to suck harder. He squirmed under me as he held my head on his cock. His second load filled my mouth and I swallowed it too. I felt his cock slowly deflate and pulled off. He pulled my head up and mashed his lips onto mine. His tongue darted into my mouth searching for his taste.

"Oh God Dad, thank you. God I love you Dad, more than I can even describe."

"I love you to Son."

We just lay together for a while. My stomach grumbled and I realized neither of had eaten real food today.

"Do you want to relax, while I make us some lunch?"

"No, help me up. I'll come down too."

When I stood up I saw my sack was still stretched, yet his was fully back up. He had a real fast recovery time. Far better than me.

He took his cock in his hand.

"This feels better too after you sucked me off." He said.

It still looked rather mangled but it did look better. Fuck it was probably going to okay by the next day I thought.

He walked almost normal down to the kitchen.

"While you make lunch, I want to check something on the computer I saw once."

"Okay Love."

I made up soup and sandwiches and then grabbed a couple of beer. I set everything on the deck table and wandered into my den. When I looked over his shoulder he was looking at mechanical fucking machines.

"You want one of those Son? My cock not big enough for you."

"Well they might be fun, especially if I can't use my dick sometimes after you mangle it." He giggled.

I dropped my credit card on the desk and told him to order what he wanted. Just have it shipped to the Service Center.

I laughed as he picked the most expensive one. It came equipped with six different sizes and lengths of dildos and a control so you could increase speed and penetration yourself.

"Okay." He said.

"Anything you want Son." I said.

He ordered it and I wasn't surprised it was coming from Las Vegas too. you could buy almost anything in Las Vegas. It would probably arrive with the other machine we ordered.

The soup was cool, but we ate it anyway and then just sat and cuddled as we sipped our beer.

"You said you got fucked by that guys horse. Could I get Steel to fuck me?"

"You want a fourteen inch cock rammed up your ass Love. Your not built like a mare. It would rip you open inside."

"Well maybe after I use the fucking machine." He said.

"Maybe." I said.

"We going to suck them off today?"

"Well we were going to go to the hot springs, but I'm not sure our balls can handle a ten mile ride."

"Well mine are okay, but yours are still pretty low. Maybe if I sucked you off it would pull them up."

"Well get down there son and we'll see."

Bobby, for what ever else he was, was a super good cock sucker. He took real joy in sucking on my cock. I knew if all I did was abuse his body he going to sucking me a lot. In fact either during or after every session we had. It didn't take long to get me off and it did pull my balls almost back to normal. He got a huge load too.

"God you taste so good Dad."

"You do too Son."

"Can we do the blood thing later too? I love the taste of that too."

"We better leave it for another day."

"Okay."

After another beer we put on shorts. I packed four beers in a cold pack with ice and we headed for my barn. Steel waited by the fence as I walked inside the barn. Viceroy was waiting. I saddled him and climbed up. We met Bobby and Steel outside, Bobby bareback on Steel. Bobby took off on Steel, cleared the gate and galloped off, Viceroy hot on their tails. Bobby was riding upright, one armed raised and howling like an Indian. He looked real hot as we came up beside him.

"Fuck you look hot my savage Son."

"I will not talk, no matter what you do White man." He laughed.

There were so many different roles we could play. Father and Son, White Soldier and Indian, even slave and master. Thinking about some of the things was getting me hard, without even looking at Bobby's rock hard cock.

"What are you thinking about Daddy?"

"Torturing your hot body."

"Hot." He giggled.

"Bobby, I guess we really have changed our situation. You said you would never again cause me pain, but you want to feel everything I felt over my life. I guess I really want to do that. Even thinking about it gets me hard. I didn't think I was much of a sadist, but I guess I really am."

"John, I feel the same way. I don't know what is wrong inside my head. I know I'm a bit crazy. Today when you put that tube on me it scared me, but even after the second time, when you were sucking me, that was all I could think about. I know I want it again, but I want to be whipped too. I want my balls to feel what my cock did. I want to be your slave. I'll do anything for you. Anything at all. I'll learn to eat your shit, or Steel's or Viceroy's, even their piss. Make me your slave John. Make me do what ever you want. Just saying it makes me so Horney I can hardly think straight."

"I guess I'll have to start carrying a riding crop slave boy." I laughed.

"Like this one." He pulled it out from his side and handed it to me.

It was one of the ones I had, had hanging in the barn. When the hell did he grab it? I wondered.

I took it out his hands and then slashed him across his bare back. He howled and spurred Steel. Steel took off like the wind. Viceroy would not be beaten, soon we were flying across the ground. Both horses slowed as we neared the hot springs. Steel waited for Viceroy to lead. Again we just walked into the trees. This place was so peaceful. We both jumped down and the horses headed off to graze. Bobby kneeled at my feet.

"Command me Master."

I pushed his head down and gave him five hard slashes across his still very red ass. He screamed as the crop left deep marks on his ass.

"That's for running away boy." I said.

"I'm sorry Master. I will never run from you punishments again."

We stripped off our shorts and then jumped into the pool. The hot water on our already sore asses made them hurt so much more.

Neither of us were interested in going close to the super hot water. We stayed in the warm part of the springs. It was still good as we slowly relaxed. We necked, I still loved Bobby with everything inside me, weather our roles had changed or not, that was one thing I would always know.

"My love, here is neutral ground. Here we can love each other. No pain here, just two guys."

I saw the tears of joy running down his face. He buried his head in my chest.

"I love you John."

"I love you too my young savage Son."

Oh Father, make love to me."

I moved him over to a shallow part of the pool and slowly lifted his legs to my shoulders. Entering him I felt such joy. God he was hot inside. Long, slow, deep strokes. Nothing hurried as we made real deep passionate love. After I came inside him, I slipped out.

"Fuck me my Son, fuck me please."

He entered me the same way and his slow even stroke drove me almost crazy. Tears ran down his face as his cock pushed deep inside me. He leaned over and as our lips met, I felt his load filling me. I pulled him close and just held him.

After we climbed back on top, I had Bobby suck off both horses and then jump back in the pool to clean up. He was happy about both. The ride back was a real bitch. Our very sore butts, plus the hot water made them very tender. WE got back a lot later than normal. I ordered Bobby to make mine and his dinner, while I headed for the Den.

"I went into one of the BDSM sites. Fuck I couldn't believe the amount of stuff you could order. A lot needed sizes that I didn't have yet, so I just ordered an assortment of collars and cuffs. I left out the costumes and harnesses that were available. They were coming from New York, express mail. About a week was quoted. In one day I had spent near six grand. Going to have to go easy for a while.

When I walked out, Bobby was just putting dinner on the table. He served me and then kneeled by my chair.

"Eat Bobby, your going to need the energy."

After dinner I found an old jock of mine. I cut the pouch out so his cock hung out in front, but still held his balls, His ass of course was till open behind.

"Around the house this is what you will wear unless I tell you to remove it."

"Yes Master."

"When we are working at the Service Center, you will call me John and I will call you Bobby."

"Yes Master."

You will cook all meals and clean up after. If I am not satisfied you will be punished. You might as well get used to my shit too. I will expect you to eat it at least twice a week. You will always drain my bladder."

"Yes Master." He said, but I knew he hated that idea.

"You picked this role Son and now you have to live with it."

"I know Master and I will learn to love every part of you."

I knew his cock was till to mangled to make it to the doctor for Saturday. I called him and put it off a week. I still needed a concrete bit. I could get that in Ambrose at the Hardware. I also needed some Vet needles. Like they used on horses and cows. I still had a few, but would need more. If we left now, we could be back before dark.

"Grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and meet me outside."

I took the riding crop and headed out to my truck. Bobby came out wearing the shorts and t-shirt.

"I didn't say wear them. Get them off now."

"Lean over the tail gate boy."

"He screamed as I gave him five slashes across his ass."

"Don't make that mistake again boy or you will be sorry."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master."

I ruffled his hair, gave him a peck on the cheek and ordered him into the cab. "Why did you kiss me Master. I fucked up."

"Son, just because I punish you, doesn't mean I don't love you. I just love you more when you do as I ask. You never hesitated to accept what I gave. I was just thanking you for being so good."

Bobby was just like me when I was younger. His cock was rock hard. I knew even as he screamed in pain, he was feeling pleasure. My Dad had taught me well and now I was doing the same thing to Bobby. I reached over and squeezed his cock.

"Very nice cock Son."

"I hope your going to do more to it Master."

"You'll see later boy."

Bobby sat in the cab in his jock the whole time I was in Ambrose. He thought it was thrilling to be almost nude while people walked by. We were home just as the sun was setting.

A very long day and I was dead tired. We just went to bed. We both slept like logs.

In the morning I drained Bobby. I knew I didn't really have to, but I loved the taste of piss. Bobby's was very acidic, but tasted great to me. The first time a guy pissed in my mouth I hated it, but now I loved it every chance I got.

"Bathroom boy." I said to Bobby.

When I walked in Bobby was laying on the floor waiting. I squatted over his face. He used his hands to spread my cheeks and then I felt his tongue on my hole. I emptied my bowels. I heard him gag, but then I felt his tongue. I turned around and pissed into his mouth. Some of it gushed onto the floor. When I stopped he got up and leaned over the toilet. He just threw it all up. I gave him water when he wanted and then when he was finished pulled him into the shower.

"Did I do good Master." He asked.

"You did very good boy."

"I will do that everyday Master."

"We'll see boy. Now dry me and then go make breakfast."

He quickly dried me off, pulled on his jock and headed down to make breakfast. He ate breakfast too. Different from the day before. We went to the basement and moved things around so both machines we bought would fit. I then installed rings in the concrete floor. He helped me bring both trunks back to the basement. I knew what else I needed, shelving to hold all the stuff. There was plenty of left over lumber at the Station. We'd load some come Monday after work. It was almost noon by the time we were done.

"Go make us some lunch boy." Bobby took off.

I opened the package of needles I had bought and laid them out on the only shelf I had. Four different sizes. The smallest was ten times the size of a needle used on a man. Normal needles started at about .5mm, these started a 1mm and went up to 2.5mm. I knew already how they felt when they were shoved into my balls and cock.

After lunch we went down and fed the horses. Bobby sucked off Steel, while I sucked off Viceroy. I then had Bobby lick the cumm from me. I saw the message light blinking on my phone when we got back to the house.

Fuck my crates, both were at the Station. Two days for one and one day for the other. Very fast deliveries. I told Bobby to dress in shorts and a t-shirt. We drove to the Center. Jer was curious what was in the trunks, but I put him off with telling him just woodworking machines. We loaded both and after grabbing more beer headed home.

Getting them inside took almost an hour. We unpacked them in the living room. The electro-torture machine looked real sophisticated, while the fucking machine was pretty simple. I told Bobby to cook supper while I looked at the instructions. The fucking machine needed a firm, solid base. The torture machine was on wheels. It could be moved around. It was 110 volt AC. Damn glad for that. So was the fucking machine.

"Bobby was a great cook too, thank God. He made a real good stir fry. I gave him a big kiss when he was done.

After grabbing two beers were in the living room.

"Okay boy, here's the plans for your machine. Figure out what your going to need."

I just sat and read the Instruction book for the Electro-Torture Machine Mark 7. Fucking involved. But you could actually set it up so it didn't need anyone controlling it. You programmed in which lines it was to power up and how much in each and it went through the program from one time to many, like you could input a hundred cycles and it would just follow through. God I wished I had one of these before this.

With forty input lines you could have multiple subjects hooked up together, or both the guy you wanted to torture and yourself. That was a hot idea. I could receive what I gave Bobby at the same time.

"Master."

"Yes Son."

Master, it says this works best if it is on a steel frame, bolted to the floor. Then you just need something to restrain me. Like I guess that rack would do."

"Does it have a plan for the frame?"

"Yes Master."

"Tear it out and I'll have Jer build it for me on Monday."

"Thank you Master. Master would you do some more stuff to me please."

He was rock hard.

"Okay Son. Go down to the trunks and find something you want me to use on you. Also bring the strap back with you."

"Oh yes. Thank you Master."

I could not believe that he loved getting strapped as much as I usually did. I wasn't all that sure of giving him a choice was a good idea and that proved to be true when he came back with one of the cases I had made up with specific stuff to torture the cock and balls together.

"Bobby, I use this on you, you won't be getting off for a couple of days. I'm not sure you will even wake up tomorrow Son."

Kneeling at my feet he looked up at me.

"Father did someone use this on you?"

"Yes Son and I couldn't even feel my balls for almost a week. I could piss, but that was all my cock was good for."

"Father, if it happened to you, then I want it to happen to me. I love you Father, please."

"Go out to the fire pit. You will find some scrap lumber there. Find a piece of 2X6 about 18 inches long. Bring it in and wash all the dirt off and then pour a bottle of Alcohol over both sides." He was gone almost before I finished speaking.

I pulled over the table in the living room. The table was just junk really. I had hammered it together figuring I would buy a good one someday. I never had. I opened the case. Inside were about a hundred nails of different sizes and lengths. I had picked them because they were all very sharp pointed. I heavy hammer was also in the kit.

I pulled out one of the small wood pieces. These would separate his testicles and pull the sack tight around them. I heard Bobby in the kitchen.

Bobby came out and handed me the board. I set it one the table and told him to knee by the table. He was a bit too low. I pulled cushion off the couch and told him to put it under his knees. Perfect, hid cock and balls were level with the table and the 2X6.

"Where's the strap?"

"I forgot it Master."

"That will cost you ten lashes. Go get it boy."

I nailed the 2X6 firmly to the table.

Bobby came back, handed me the strap and kneeled with his ass sticking up.

"Not now Son, after I have you restrained I'll punish you." "Now sit up close to the table on the cushion."

I used duct tape to tie his hands behind his back.

"Okay Son, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do."

"First, I'm going to separate your balls. I'll use this piece of wood. It doesn't hurt much, except your balls are probably still a little sore. Then I'm going restrain your cock using nails. It would be easier if you had a fore skin or Prince Albert ring, but I'll make do."

"What's a Prince Albert ring Master?"

I got up and was heading for my den when I saw Jer's truck pulling into my yard. Shit, what did he want now. I went back to Bobby.

"Stand up. Company coming, this will have to wait."

I undid his hands, closed up the tray and told him to put on shorts. I then headed to the door to meet Jer.

He wasn't alone. Randy Cochran from the Station was with him.

Randy was a 21 year old blonde boy. Just under 6 foot and really well toned. Although he mostly wore loose fitting jeans, I speculated that he had a real nice cock under those loose jeans. I had seen a hint of it on occasion. He had been staying at the rooming house in town.

"Jer, Randy. What brings you out here Jer?"

"A couple of things. First I have something I think your going to need."

"Randy, give me a hand."

When they unloaded what he had brought, I knew immediately what it was. It was the steel stand for the fucking machine. When Jer saw my face, he laughed.

"John I recognized the address on the shipping invoice. I already own one of those machines and built this to use. Now I have it bolted to a table in my trailer, so I don't need this."

"Relax John, I've known about you almost from day one. Hell I even used you once in Capital City. It was a real fun time I had."

I shook my head and waved them inside. What Randy's role in all this I still didn't know, but I figured Jer had probably told him something or he wouldn't be here.

"Hi Jer." Bobby said when they came in with the stand.

"Bobby, go get some cold beer for our guests. Get one for you and me too."

"Yes Father." He headed for the kitchen.

Randy and Jer set the stand down and sat down. Jer got up almost at once and approached the Electro-Torture machine.

"Hot damn. You got one of them too. Fuck I have wanted one for ages, but there so damned expensive.:

The look in Randy's eyes told me something about him right away. He was looking at the Electro machine with a look of love.

"John, Randy's kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place. He was living at the rooming house, but the old lady that runs it really homophobic. When she found out Randy was gay, she kicked him out. I would have let him stay with me, but my wife said no way. I knew you had an extra bedroom, and hoped you might put him up for a while."

Now I was stuck. If Randy was here and if he wasn't into pain stuff, then I wouldn't be able to do anything with Bobby. On the other hand, if he was and I thought he might be, it could be interesting. I had not known Jer was into it until now.

"Randy, do you know what I am into?"

"I think so Sir. Jer said you were kinky and gay. I am too, but I'm not sure how much you guys are into."

Bobby came back and gave everyone a beer and then sat down next to me.

"Are you a top or a bottom Randy?"

"I guess, I like both, but prefer to bottom Sir. Jer's had me and he's real rough. It's how I like it too."

"John, why don't I leave Randy here and you guys can figure out if he will fit in. I have to get back to the Center. If he doesn't work out, we can figure something else out."

"You okay with that Randy?"

"Sure. I'll do anything you want and pay you to stay here."

"Okay. You can stay tonight and we'll see."

"John I finally reset the schedules. Everybody is now on a four on three off schedule, so Randy is not due back now till Monday. If he works out here you can bring him in on Monday when you come in."

"Okay Jer. Thanks for the frame." He finished his beer and left.

TBC