SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! I am so late in submitting this last chapter. It was difficult to write. I hope you'll find the wait worth it. Do let me know.
Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy
Part 7 of 7
It was time to kick it up a notch. I like to put a boy through the wringer early on to know if he's worth my continued efforts. I need to test him forcefully in public, with strangers all participating. I must strip away even the tiniest bit of pride, modesty, personhood, self-respect, or desire to make decisions or to control himself. Fortunately, a special event would occur in a few days, on Friday. It is the grand opening of a new gay bar in my neighborhood. They'd been hyping it for weeks. Playing it up so that it'll be a rough and wild S and M hangout.
The flyer said, "Masters and slaves welcome. Dress to impress." The bar was called "The Pendulum." What a fagot, sissy name! Why not call it "The Hell Hole" or "The Pussie Stretcher." Anyway, that day arrived. And I am bringing Chad. I knew that part of town. The parking is a bitch. We'd have to park a couple blocks away and walk so Chad can't be naked. "Boy, go put on one article of clothing." He chose jeans. "Nah, that's not appropriate. I went to my closet and brought out a type of muscle shirt. One that had a scoop neck and exposed shoulder. Since I am tall, muscular, and broad-shouldered, and he's a toned 5' 7," it will be way too big for him. PERFECT!
"Here, put this on." He did. "Now, take off your pants." With a puzzled look, he followed orders. My oversized muscle tee covered him down to just below his hips. His relaxed dick was hanging out the bottom of the shirt, showing four inches. What a fantastic sight! Chad was totally naked, except for his collar and the oversized T-shirt.
"But my dick, Sir?"
"Yes, your dick must not be showing in public." I caressed it and teased it. An, BINGO! It was hard and sticking straight out level to the floor. Now, it created an obscene tent under the tee. Actually, the tee "draped" over the jutting-out pole. But his dick doesn't show.
We arrived, and I parked. I ushered Chad out of the car, and we walked side-by- as people gawked and stared as I led him in a slow sauntered walk to the entrance of The Pendulum.
What a nice crowd. Most were dressed in jeans and boots, many in full leather, and some of the subs were nearly nude, except a jock or whatever. Then I saw it, the pendulum, in the middle of the room. It was a mannequin or, rather, a dummy hanging by heaver ropes. The dummy, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, had its wrists and ankles secured to rope ends hanging from the ceiling. The dummy was faced up, so its body formed a "U" shape. An additional heavy rope was under its belly, so it did not sag much. Kind of stupid. Guys would walk by and push it to swing back and forth. They called it "motion art." Still stupid. I had Chad kneel in the corner while I walked around and met and talked to several guys, including Colton, the manager, and Blake, the bartender.
Then went back to Chad. "Boy, go get me a beer while I find a table." Of course, I had set up a challenge for my pussie boy. I added, "And don't come back here without it."
Chad maneuvered his way through the crowd, with guys pinching and rubbing his all over. When he reached the bar, he said, "May I have a beer, please?"
A handsome, trim-bearded man of 30 spoke loudly, "Sure, boy." The bartender grabbed a large mug and filled it with beer. "Here you go, boy." As Chad took it, "That'll be $5."
"Oh, but... but... I don't have any..."
"No money? Boy?" What do you expect, to suck my dick as payment?" This was the Blake I spoke with earlier. There was a microphone on him. People started to quiet down and listen in. It wasn't loud. I doubt that Chad was even aware of it.
"But... ah... I... I can ..."
"Oh, so you want to suck my dick as payment for the beer. Is that what you said?"
"I... if you want. I can come around there, and behind the bar, kneel and..."
"Wait, let me come around to you." Now, the room was silent. The sexy man stood in front of Chad, "Well?" Then Chad began to kneel. "No, not here." He led Chad to the middle of the room, in front of the strung-up pendulum dummy. "Now, this is better. You may kneel, and you'd better do a perfect job." For the first time, Chad noticed the lapel mic clipped to the bartender's leather vest. This was some kind of setup. Everyone was watching and listening.
Chad began to unbuckle and unzip the man's jeans. "Hold on, what's your name, boy?"
"Ah... Chad, Sir."
"No, what's your real name."
"Ah... ah... pussie boy. Sir"
"And did your Master teach you how to suck dick? I mean, in his special way?"
"Ah... yes, Sir. Master Brock taught me to start at the balls, and then..."
"Stop explaining and just do it. Do it like I am your Master. Like your Master is watching you right now."
Now, my boy was nervous. He knew I was watching him. Chad lowered Blake's pants to mid-thighs, no underwear, and his big stiff dick "BOINGED" out rigidly. Chad cupped his balls and brought them forward. Holding them carefully, he began to kiss and lick them. The crowd mumbled and moaned in pleasure.
The bartender had his head back and his eyes rolling. He couldn't allow the boy to do his complete job since he had to get back to the bar. In fact, Chad never got to suck that gorgeous big, stiff dick.
"Sorry, pussie boy, I don't have time now." Then he bent over, grabbed the bottom of Chad's oversized T-shirt, and l pulled it up and off Chad. The room erupted with applause. "I'll keep this as payment for the beer. You can get your beer to your Master Brock," Blake snapped as he pulled up his pants and bent his dick to stuff it back inside. Frustratingly, he returned to bartending.
Now, Chad, in his glorious nakedness, was the focus of the room. Yes, a few other subs were scantily dressed, but only Chad was completely naked... and fully boned up! I was so proud.
As I was sipping on my third beer, Colton, the manager I spoke to earlier, approached me. "Say, we all saw your boy... ah... performed to pay for your beer. He did a wonderful job." Naked, collared, Chad was kneeling at my feet, licking my boots.
"Thank you. He's just a beginner, but he's learning."
"I can see that. Customers are asking how the pendulum works. Would you mind if we borrow him to do a demonstration?"
"No problem," I told him as if bored. "Do what you wish." Then, to my boy, I said, "Pussie, go with this man and obey him to the fullest."
No, I was not bored! I watched intently as my plan began to play out. However, in these "planned" events, there are a lot of unexpected spontaneous interactions with third parties, which makes the entire scene so excitingly wonderful.
Chad was brought to the center area where the "pendulum dummy" had been hanging. The dummy was gone, leaving six heavy ropes hanging loosely from the ceiling.
Chad looked at the dummyless dandling ropes. He put two and two together and became nervous and deliciously frightened. That's a magnificent sign! Instilling an element of terror, real or imagined, is essential to pussie boy training.
Colton secured comfortable, padded leather cuffs to my boy's wrists and ankles. Then he placed Chad on the floor, belly up. The wrist cuffs were secured to one rope, and the ankle cuffs were secured to another. The ceiling ends were connected to a motorized pully system. But there were four more ropes still dangling.
Before lifting Chad's body by his hands and feet, which would be very uncomfortable, a black leather-covered, padded board about a foot wide and two and a half feet long was slipped under Chad's back. This board had heavy-duty eye-bolts at each corner. The other four rope ends were then secured to those four eye-bolts.
Now, the pully motor was engaged, and the loud grinding noise started as Chad was lifted to a waist-high level. A couple of points. First, the motor's noise was intentional to sadistically unnerve the subject. Second, the padded board that supported Chad from his shoulders to his lower back was essential for his comfort and to display his torso in the horizontal configuration they wanted. His body would have been in a useless U" shape without the board serving as a small, flat support.
You might ask, "Why not just use a standard leather sling?" Well, the four corners of a sling are attached straight upward to the ceiling to four separate connection points. It's designed to be stable and unmovable.
Here, all six ropes are connected to one pully point. If the subject is nudged or pushed, the entire apparatus moves like a swing, like a pendulum.
Setting Chad up in the required position took a couple of knowledgeable guys several minutes to adjust the rope lengths as needed. Now Chad was level, waist high. His back was completely supported, and his hands and feet were positioned to the ceiling.
The room was quiet. Colton also wore a lapel mic so everyone could hear. He spoke calmly to Chad, "Are you comfortable, pussie boy?"
"Yes, sir," he replied in an uneasy tone.
"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we."
"Yes, sir."
It seemed like Colton was speaking to himself or Chad, but his words were actually intended for the audience. "Let's see. With your legs up and close together, no one can see your hard dick. It's squished between your thighs. How dare you hide your dick from all of us? That's fucking rude!"
"Oh, Sir, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." How in the fuck was Chad to adjust his tied-up body in any way? That was funny but a nice touch.
Colton took a thin, flat stick, like an oversized tongue depressor or a paint stir stick, and held it up to the audience. Then he squeezed his hand between Chad's tight thighs, found the boy's stiff dick, and gently pulled it out, BACKWARD, so it stuck out behind Chad's thighs. It now projected stiffly out at about a 30-degree angle from above the boy's balls and asshole. Then, the critical part. Colton wedged the thin, smooth stick between the jutting dick and the boy's thighs, so the dick could no longer slip back in. Chad's dick was now forced on display and... twitching.
"I know you can't see what I just did, but I hope you appreciate my fixing your stupidity and rudeness. How arrogant of you to think you can hide your dick from all these honorable men. Your dick is now properly displayed outward."
"Oh FUCK! Thank you, Sir! Thank you so much. I'll try to do better. I'm so sorry for my rude behavior." My Chad started to cry with extreme embarrassment, believing he was responsible for bad behavior. The audience applauded Chad's admission of wrongdoing.
"Now that you apologized, there is no need to hear from you again."
"Yes, Sir."
Colton held up what looked like a large, black ridged ring, about two and a half inches in diameter. It was actually a double ring of ridged rubber with a tiny space between them.
"Open up wide," Colton told Chad, and the boy did. Then Colton maneuvered the ring device into Chad's mouth, "Open wider, as wide as you can." Chad had to stretch his mouth to the max. With difficulty, Colton inserted one ring behind the boy's teeth and the other in front of his teeth. What a snug fit! Once in, Chad could relax his mouth, but only a little. Since Chad's arms were tied upward to the ceiling, that mouth stretcher could only be removed with the help of someone else. My pussie boy's mouth was as wide-jawed as practicable without dislocating anything.
Initially, my boy was scared out of his mind. His eyes bugged out. He was freaked out that he had just lost control of his mouth. Secondly, depending on what might be inserted and how deep, he thought they would take away his ability to breathe. But my pussie boy got used to the mouth-stretcher within a few minutes.
WHAT A FUCKING HOT IMAGINE! Chad, stripped totally naked, the only naked one in this public bar, tied securely with ropes and lying on his back on a small stiff board. The wood board did not support his head, so his head dropped back and down, causing his chin to point upward. His forced-opened mouth hole was now at dick level. His legs were tied upward, with his stiff dick -- and big balls - forced behind his thighs, on full display, with everyone watching his dick twitching and bobbing.
Colton put his finger into Chad's mouth hole, not harshly, but just to signal that he could play with the boy's mouth as he pleased without objection or interference. "Oh, yes, not only a lovely, sexy, wet mouth hole," Colton pointed out, "but one that is nicely wide-stretched open for any of us to use." Playfully, he slid two of his long fingers in and around the boy's wet hole.
"Do you want a lot of guys to stick their dicks into your mouth hole? Boy? To give you their cum and piss?"
Those words made Chad's body shake and tremble. "HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR." Was all he could utter.
"So, and want of your asshole." Colton went to the boy's ass end. "Oh, lovely to see you holding your ridged dick out. How nice of you."
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR."
"You look like a slutty whore cunt, pushing your dick out like that, begging someone -- anyone -- to suck it for you. Don't you, boy?'
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR."
"Well," Colon continued to speak calmly, as all listened in, "I can't imagine anyone here, among all these fine gentlemen, would want to suck on a dick of an ass-eating, piss-drinking, fagot, cum dump like you." Then, with a fingertip, Colton lightly touched the tip of Chad's dick, tracing the edge of the mushroom head.
"AAAAHHHHH!" Chad's body bounced and jerked in reaction. His body was not tied down to the board, so his hips could jerk up and down in response.
"Oh my, I merely, barely, touched your dickhead. And it bothered you that much, huh?"
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR."
"OK, my pussie boy. OK, I won't touch it anymore." Colton joked. "Oh, and lookie here, just under your dick, are your large balls. May I play with them?"
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR."
I love Colton's sense of humor, asking the boy this and that as if his opinion mattered. "Oh, thank you, my little pussie boy. You are so kind and agreeable. But I see your balls are hanging loose. That's not very proper, is it? Would you like me to fix them for you?"
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR."
Colton held up a small black leather band, like a tiny wristband, maybe one inch wide. After gently pulling Chad's balls out, he gently forced the balls fully down into the ball sack. Then he wrapped the band around the top of the kid's ball sack and snapped it closed. Chad's balls were now forced away from his body like a double balloon. Colton could not resist using his fingernails to light scratch the tightly stretched ball sack skin.
"HHHAAAA! HEEEEEE! AHHHHH! HEEEEE!" Chad yelled wildly, wiggling his body all around as if he could escape those teasing touches. "Oh look, gentlemen." Colton pointed out to the room, "I only tickled his balls, and it made his dick bob and spit precum. I wonder if that's important." A roar of laughter filled the bar. "well, let's see. I'll try it again. I will use just one fingernail this time, my little pinky." And so he did. Just his little finger touched Chad's balls. And again, Chad went frantically wild. "And look, again, his dick twitched and jerked and spit." More laughter. "As our opening celebration will go on another six hours, you all will have all the time you want to tickle torture our new pussie boy `cause he ain't going nowhere."
THIS SHOW WAS FUCKING AWESOME! I've never encountered such a drawn-out, detailed presentation of step-by-step public humiliation. FANTASTIC!
"Now, I know you can't see what I did, but it does feel right to be properly displayed, don't it, boy?
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR. HHAAANNNKKK UUUOOO HHHEEERRR!"
"Oh, my, I forgot about your asshole. Do you mind if I examine it for you?"
"HHHEEEE, HHAAANNNKKK UUUOOO HHHEEERRR!"
Colton now held up a HUGE dildo. "This should do nicely. But, let me give someone else a chance to work you over."
A man, not in leather but in jeans and a T-shirt, made his way to the pendulum. His name was Landan. "Can you figure out how to loosen up his asshole?" Colton asked.
"Sure, Colton." Then Landan took the giant dildo and walked to Chad's face to show it to him. "You see, boy? You see what I'm going to jam up your pussie hole? Would you like it shoved up there quickly? Or do you prefer it slowly inserted to give you time to adjust?"
"HHHAAA HOOO HEEES, HO EEESSS!" No one knew what Chad said, but it didn't matter. That dildo was just for show, to scare Chad and make him uncomfortable."
As Landan took the colossal dildo back to Chad's ass, Colton waved me up there. This was part of "our agreement." I made sure my boy did not see me walk up there. When I did, I took the dildo and set it down. I quickly unbuckled my pants and lowered them. Boy, was I fucking hard. Not nearly as big as the oversized dildo, but in Chad's mind. Anything that touched his asshole... he "knew" was that giant dildo. Such a good mind fuck!'
I kept silent and stood two feet from Chad's ass. Landan, who was standing beside me, would do the speaking as if he was the fucker, the dildo fucker. I greased up my dick really good, because I knew Chad would try to clamp his asshole closed, trying to resist the imagined giant-sized rubber dick.
The teen then slowly moved the pendulum "swing" back to me and let my dick kiss my pussie boy's ass. Then it was swung back slowly to Jerry, and his dick entered Chad's mouth hole about 3 inches this time. Then back to me, and my lubed-up dick entered, but only an inch. I could tell he was clamping his asshole closed.
Landan then called out to the audience, "We need a helper up here. Who is an expert nipple pincher? Anyone?"
Oddly, a 30-something black guy came up. He was obviously a sub since he had a collar, rings in his nipples, a leather jock, and nothing else.
"Yes, Sir? My Master calls me `cunt mouth,'" He said. "I know all about nipple torture."
Landan took one look at the young man's red, swollen tits and said, "I'll bet you do." Remember, Chad thought Landan was about to fuck him with that oversized dildo. He did not know I was the dick "owner" starting to fuck him.
"OK, cunt mouth, your job is to stand at pussie boy's side, pinch his nipples super hard with your fingernails, until I tell you he is relaxing his asshole and becomes more compliant with me dildo-fucking him.
"Yes, Sir." cunt mouth pinched both nipples and did not let go.
"AAAAHHHHH HHHHOOOOOO HHHEEESSSS."
"Do you get the situation, pussie boy?" Jerry asked him.
"HHHEEEESSSS HHHHEEERRR," Chad shouted louder than ever."
"Then you'd better relax your ass so that giant dildo can get shoved up there. Understand?"
"HHHEEESSS HHHHEEERRR."
As the pendulum swung back to me again, Chad let my dick slide in his hole about two inches. That's progress.
Landan, speaking as if he was the fucker, "That much better pussie boy, but relax more. We have nearly a foot more to jam up your ass." We were all smiling at Landan's choice of words.
Then back to the mouth dick, and Jerry was able to stick in four inches before the teen slowly reversed Chad's body back to me. Ah, now it is all happening as planned. The pendulum swings back and forth. Each time, he receives a dick deeper in his holes.
Landan, speaking for me, "Yeah, pussie boy, just keep it up, keep both of your holes open for our use. Let the pendulum guide you. Let it move naturally to work you at both ends, to spit roast you, one end at a time."
What a fucking sight! My pussie boy was tied on a "swing" on his back, arms and legs secured upward, and his head lolled back so his chin was up and his mouth hole aligned to receive dick. That fucking mouth-hole contraption held his mouth in a receptive "O," allowing Jerry's big powerful cock to go deeper at each swing.
Then there is me. I've got my fuck pole slamming into my pussie boy's now relaxed asshole. So the pendulum swung to Jerry's dick, making the boy swallow, gag, and choke, then back to my fuck pole, plowing his ass balls deep! Controlled by a fucking 15-year-old! Pussie boy has no brakes, no steering, no control, no way to affect what enters his throat or asshole, or how deep. Over and over again. Back and forth, the pendulum swung.
Fuck! I was so pleased!
All the ropes from a single pulley apparatus made this gigantic pendulum swing SLOWLY back and SLOWLY forth.
The teen knew it was time to increase the length of the swing strokes, and he did. Now on the mouth end, Jerry slid his dick in 5 inches, just barely touching the boy's throat. Then back to me as the teen had Chad's ass gobble six inches of my dick.
Chad started to cry. The room was silent because everyone wanted to hear whoever was speaking and Chad's sobbing.
"HHHHAAAA, HHHOOOO, HHHHAAAA!"
The 15-year-old teen, mostly hidden under Chad's body, had a boner as well. He was enjoying slowly moving the pendulum back and forth, controlling everything. He'd giggle periodically, excited about his power. Now, the teen used more force, making slightly longer swings in each direction, driving dicks deeper.
I didn't know this teen was Colton's son until after the event, but it makes sense that he was allowed in the bar at his age. And that he had experienced and/or observed many DOM-sub-erotic activities. After all, even though this was a new bar, Colton had been involved in S & M kink for a long time. I guess he raised his son to learn about the, shall we say... "the ins and outs" of these activities?
Now, the 15-year-old is moving the pendulum the full length each way, but still slowly. Hey, in erotic torturer, everything is done extremely slowly. He swung it to Jerry, who now impaled my pussie boy fully into his mouth and a bit into his throat, then back my way where my dick now went balls-deep.
Then, the teen let go of the pendulum. It was now free-swinging, back and forth. Giving Chad a quick throat fuck and then a quick ass fuck. A throat fuck, then an ass fuck. On and on. Throat fuck, ass fuck. Like a giant machine set on automatic.
Ass fuck, throat fuck. Chad's entire body started to jerk and bounce uncontrollably. I could not take it. I had to plow his asshole as deep as I could to blast off. The next few times, his ass swung in my direction, and I grabbed his hips and did a quick one, two, three thrusts into him with all my might, then unloaded blast after blast into his gut. The audience, noticing my erotic high, applauded. It surprised me, so I took a funny bow and left to sit in the front row to continue to watch. Guys were patting me on the back.
I thought the event was nearing an end. I thought Jerry was also going to climax into my boy. But he had more staying power. So, Jerry continued to fuck my pussie boy's throat, though no one was fucking his ass.
Cunt mouth, with the ringed tits, who had been pinching Chad's nipples to get the boy to relax his asshole, stopped a while ago. The maneuver was no longer needed. But now cunt mouth was focused on Chad's trapped dick, which was forced backward and secured behind his thighs with that wedged-in stick, and stuck out at a 30-degree angle. That trapped dick was continuing to dance, jerk and twitch. It had been left unmolested... until now.
Without asking anyone, cunt mouth kneeled where I had been standing at
Chad's ass, and each time the teen swung Chad's ass his way, the Cunt mouth began to lick my pussie boy' dick. In fact, he was most creative. Each time Chad's ass was presented to him, he not only used his tongue on the boy's dick, he also used his fingers on the boy's balls to tickle them. The fact that Chad's dick and balls were tied and held at full display made pussie boy feel the ultimate humiliation.
I guess I should say I know my boy was responding to the different erotic sensations and contorted himself, trying to stop all the attacks, but he was owned by the pendulum. Controlled by the teen guiding it SLOWLY back and forth. Chad had gotten used to the dick in and out of his throat, but the new ball-tickling and dick-tonguing were unbearable.
"HHHHAAAA, HHHOOOO, HHHHAAAA!" Since Chad was not tied to the board supporting his back, he tried to push his back up, his belly upward. Why? That's the only maneuver he could do. He wanted to pull his dick and balls back between his legs to hide them, but they were secured behind his thighs. He tried to wriggle his ass, but nothing he did stopped the Cunt mouth from attacking those tied-up ballooned balls and angry ridged dick.
I'm sure Chad did not realize that the pendulum was slowing and eventually stopped swinging. The teen guessed that the climax was nearing. Jerry stepped closer, and since the boy was not swinging, he plugged his dick into the boy's throat and pinched his nostrils closed to stop his ability to breathe.
Cunt mouth also scooted up close to Chad's ass so he could fondle and tease pussie boy's asshole and balls all he wanted. Chad could not breathe, but he was more focused on his balls and dick being artfully tickled and teased.
Finally, Jerry allowed Chad to breathe by releasing his nose and pulling his dick out an inch. You could hear pussie boy gasping and slobbering.
Jerry could no longer hold out. He began his full-body thrusts and blasted several loads down Chad's throat. More applause and howls and whistles.
Now, there was only cunt mouth working on the boy. Colton did something weird. He put his head close to Chad's and asked him some questions. Pussie boy mumbled back unintelligibly. Then Colton announced, "OK, gentlemen, I just spoke with our pendulum tester, Master Brock's new pussie boy. I was concerned that he had had enough wonderful pleasure and needed to be released. Or, at least, be allowed to climax. Well - and this may surprise you - he said no. Let me ask again, "Boy, are you sure you don't want to climax?"
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR,"
"He said, `Yes, Sir,' he does not." Colton said, "OK, let me ask him what he'd like us to do further?" Again, Colton bent over, "OK, boy. Do you want cunt mouth to continue to play and tease your dick and balls?"
"HHHOOOO HHHEEERRR."
"You heard him, folks. He does not want cunt mouth to stop. Well, since you don't want us to stop pleasing you, what else do you suggest?"
Chad went wild, yanking his body around as much as he could and yelling and ranting for everyone to stop and to untie him so he could beat off. Of course, Colton knew, as did I, as did everyone in the bar, that he was demanding release, both from bondage and from being sadistically and forcefully edged. He was screaming, "I need to climax!"
Unfortunately, it all came out in angry muffles and grunts.
"OK, OK, pussie boy! You don't have to put up such a fuss. Calm down, and don't worry. We'll keep you all tied up and teased until you decide to climax. So it's all up to you." Of course, climaxing was not up to Chad.
Then Colton again stooped down as if talking to Chad. So, tell me precisely what you'd like us to do to please you." Exhaustively, Chad mumbled incoherently.
"Well, folks, listen to this. Pussie boy wants a dick in his throat. That's nice, but he also wants his nipples played with. He said to do it hard. And can someone shove something up his shit hole? Then he added that his most fantastic erotic fantasy is for someone to tickle his underarms and the soles of his feet. Wow! This beginner seems quite demanding." Guys were hooting and whistling.
"Well, gentlemen, this is perfect. With the assistance of a few of you, we are going to demonstrate a rare experience called the volcano. First, I want to thank cunt mouth for his efforts licking and sucking pussie boy's ass and balls. You may stop now and take a seat so others can help. Now, let's have a couple of you up here."
Oh my God, Colton called for a couple guys, and over two dozen men went up to the pendulum. "OK, OK. We can accommodate all of you in two or three groups. OK, the first group of guys, please encircle our tied-up pussie boy. Just squeeze in anywhere. The rest of you will just stand by; you'll be next." These men eagerly nudged their way to tightly encircle Chad.
"Great, except you two. You taller guys, please move to where pussie boy's feet are." Colton explained, "You're tall enough to easily tickle and nibble on our boy's toes." And the two tallest took their positions. They were ideal for toe suckers since Chad's feet ended up about six feet high. The rest of you may begin to touch whatever part of the boy's body is in front of you. You may lightly tickle, kiss, nibble, lick, pinch, and otherwise molest that area. Yew, it's quite alright to squeeze in. That's fine. The more hands and mouths on pussie boy's tied-up body, the better."
"There are only two rules to create the volcano. One, no one may touch pussie boy's dick until I say so. And two, all touches must be easy, teasy, and sensual." I don't think Chad was paying attention. I'll bet he's concentrating on just being released. And soon.
"Oh, one correction," Colton pointed out, "no touching his dick in any way. But those at the boy's ass end may do whatever you wish to his ass, balls, ass checks, and ass crack you want. Let's see, I count 13 guys squeezed in. Perfect. That's 26 hands and 13 mouths and tongues."
"Does that include fucking?" Someone asked.
"Yes, but only gentle fucking. Same with the guys who want to shove their dicks into his mouth hole. You must be gentle and easy. Don't make him gag or choke, and it's OK to push your dicks into his throat, but only do it momentarily, like a tease." Colton looked at the guys, "Any more questions?"
Can we pinch his nose closed when there is a dick blocking his throat to stop him breathing?"
"Oh, yes. I see what you mean. Yes, you can, and in that case, your dick can stay in his throat for a few minutes. "Everyone applauded and cheered.
"Blake, would you take care of making the video? We want to watch the close-up image of pussie boy's volcano dick on our TV screen. Just hold your phone above everyone's heads and record the money shot for all to see."
"Sure, boss," the bartender responded."
"Now, you all will do this, all at once, but I'd like the armpits and feet ticklers to start first. And then everyone can join in."
As soon as my boy's armpits and feet were tickled and licked, Chad went wild. "HHHHAAAA, HHHHOOO HHHHEEESSS HHHHOOOPPPP!" That's the best he could do with the awful mouth stretcher wedged in his mouth. His body shook and trembled and spasmed. His trapped dick, secured behind his thighs, was angrily impatiently waiting for attention... which never came.
I knew what was coming and placed a small bowl on the floor, just under Chad's balls. Guys were taking turns fucking his mouth hole, others pinching his nipples. One guy was stooped way down at the boy's ass, licking it like crazy, tongue fucking it. The others were licking, kissing, or scratching Chad's body everywhere. After ten minutes or so, "OK, guys, let the others work in to assist." And the bar patrons moved around. Some stood back, others came forward. "Wonderful!"
"HHHHEEESSS HHHHOOOPPPP! HHHHEEESSS HHHHOOOPPPP!" Chad was screaming to no avail.
"OK, Master Brick, would you like to do the honors?" It was prearranged.
"Of course, Colton," I told him and stepped up to my boy's ass. I nudged a couple guys to make room as I kneeled there. "Everyone continue as you are doing. I'm going to touch my pussie boy's twitching dick with one finger on the underside. Blake, make sure you capture this. I want everyone to watch this on the giant screen."
And there it was. I looked up and saw the close-up of Chad's dick, now quivering as I lightly -- VERY LIGHTLY -traced the underside from his balls to his dick tip and back. I did that just once.
Chad went into a frenzy, jerking all over and screaming, "HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR, HHHHEEESSS HHHHOOOPPPP!"
And then it started pussie boy;' dick began to drip. No precum, not blasts of cum, just leak cum down the sides of his intensely rigid bound dick, like lava flowing from a mighty volcano. The cum was dripping down his dick, down his balls, and eventually into the cup I placed on the floor.
"You see? Let me continue." I said. Then I used one finger and -VERY LIGHTLY-TRACED it around the edge of his mushroom head. "You see? Everyone, he is seeping cum. We all took away his ability to shoot a climax, so we are forcing him to seep and leak it out. Everyone was applauding and shouting cheers. They never saw a fountain of cum, a controlled climax.
I went on further, "Watch this. This time I won't even touch his dick." Then, the big screen showed my fingernails scratching pussie boy's ball sack. Again, Chad went cray, jerking and "trying" to twist his body. Actually, trying to pull his dick and balls away. But his stick and balls were trapped, devilishly pushed behind his thighs, and secured there, trapped there, with a small smooth stick. And the balls were forced there also because they were snuggly collared, forcing them to be wickedly displayed away from his body.
"HHHEEESSS. HHEERRRR, HHHHEEESSS HHHHOOOPPPP!"
Then it happened. Pussie boy stopped jerking and fighting. He went limp and still and...cried. He surrendered. He turned his body most willingly over to us, all of us, to use control and enjoy.
As he cried, and I mean loudly, he didn't care who heard him -- we all did. Talk about cheers and howls and applause? Everyone was ecstatic.
Chad used to be a straight kid, a clean-cut high school sports hero whose main concern was his neat appearance, impeccable clothes, and being held in high esteem by others.
Now, Chad had no concerns about his clean-cut look or the need to dress in preppy clothes. And, of course, his image and self-esteem? He had none. All those here saw him as boy meat. A sex toy.
Everyone who had been tickling and tormenting him stopped. Of the two guys at his head, one pet his face, and the other pet his hair. All others touched him all over gently and compassionately. He continued to cry and remained still and limp. He was done trying to control himself or control what others would do to him. He surrendered. Totally. His tears were his sign of complete capitulation.
All that is wonderful. I signaled for one of the guys to remove his mouth-stretcher piece. He did this with some difficulty since it was really wedged in there.
Pussie boy blubbered in a soft, crying whimper, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, so sorry."
So... it was all over. ARE YOU KIDDING? I nodded to Blake to continue filming. All eyes returned to the large monitor on the wall. I gently slipped my finger into the pussie boy's ass hole to find his prostate. I have long fingers, so it was easy. I simply massaged it slowly and lovingly.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Chad's dick was continuously oozing cum, more this time. With my other hand, I delicately fondled his dick and his balls. Never enough pressure to "make" him climax. All were petting him, calming him, loving him. The petting was a way to relax him completely and to "pet" the remaining balls juice out of him. Finally, the volcano flow ended. I nodded to the guy next to me to take the small bowl of his cum and feed it to him. He brought it to Chad's face, tilted his head fully up, and held it up for him since the boy was exhausted. And slowly poured the cum into Chad's mouth. That did it. Pussie boy's body shook involuntarily. And he collapsed.
As soon as I brought, half carried, Chad back home, I knew he was totally out of it. I set him down on my bedroom floor, and he was out... again. I left him alone. But I, too, was exhausted. I stripped naked, fell on my bed, and went into deep sleep.
I was having a weird dream, but a pleasant one. I felt so good. My balls felt wonderful, as did my dick. I refused to transition from light sleep to awake. I was on a cloud, floating, naked. My balls were sending waves of erotic sensations through my body. I didn't want it to stop, so I refused to wake up and open my eyes. I didn't want to leave this blissful dreamland. I even found my hips undulated, slowly up and down. Was I fucking a cloud. A wet, warm clod. Wonderful, fabulous. Awesome. My hips were in automatic, and my dick was gently rubbed with warmth and wetness. I* moaned, What a fucking joy. I didn't want to open my eyes, but I slowly did. Chad was baked, of course, and between my legs. Gently licking my balls and lightly sucking my dick, his Master's all-powerful dick.
Awesome. I didn't say anything as my uncontrollable hip undulated slowly. As his mouth descended and swallowed my dick to his throat, all I could think of was that my dick was home in that nice warm throat. No gagging, no choking, just pleasing contact, like my dick was getting a comforting bear hug from his throat muscles. His throat muscles were hugging me.
Then I realized I should tell him to stop. He must be tired. Then, I realized, why should I? He is mine. Fully mine. My property, my mouth hole to use for as long as I wanted, in any way I wanted. I sort of giggled at the thought that my hips were slowly fucking his throat, AND I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! Yes, I am surrendering to his control, but it is the control I taught him to take. I am so fucking pleased at my ability to train a pussie boy. Chad had exceeded all my expectations.
I've said that my modus operandi is to train a pussie boy until I drain them off all fight, of all resistance, then dump them. Why? Because at that point, they are no longer a challenge, no longer fun. They become uninteresting. So, I dump them and move on to the next one.
But Chad is not uninteresting. He is perfect. Perfect boyish look, a perfect mildly toned body, and now, has the perfect attitude and maximum usefulness. Perfect.
He is now back to my balls, licking and kissing. He even tries to wiggle his tongue under them to reach my asshole. I think I'll roll over, but then again, no. Let him continue. Worshipping my body is for him to do without my assistance. Now his mouth is engulfing my dick again, gently, caressingly. My hips never stop undulating. I guess he is not letting them stop. I am so fucking pleased. I am so complete, lying here in a state of mindless erotic bliss. My boner is being worshiped by my well-trained and obedient pussie boy, and all is well. Yeah, he's a keeper.
The end
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