The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Collecting Things" 17 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"So, you like having your balls whipped, eh Tom?"
"Hell yeah! Feels so fuckin' hot!"
"So, you feel like staying up for some hot play?"
"Yeah! I'm not tired, like the old men in the other room!"
"Should I mention to Michael that you said that to me?"
"As long as there's some punishment in it for me!"
"I think Michael's right."
"Oh? And how does that go, Rex?"
"You're turning into a fuckin' pain pig, Tom!"
Rex returned the gleeful grin. He wasn't tired, either!
"Hey, it's one a.m. You two still up?"
"Kevin?"
"Michael said you two just came in here. Care for some company?"
Rex hugged Kevin, saying, "It's so good to have you home."
"It's good to be here, but I know my boy's missed me something 'terrible'! Ask him, Ben."
There Ben stood in the doorway, feet apart, hands clasped behind his back.
"Um, if you and Tom are having some 'fun', can we please play, too, Rex?"
"Polite, to say the least. Yeah, sure, c'mon in, 'boy'!"
"Cool!" Kevin acknowledged the go ahead, then asked Rex, "What are you up to?"
"Some hot cock and ball torture. Up for some, Kev?"
"Hell yeah! Ben, get your ass over here next to Tom's!"
"Got a hot idea, Kev."
"Yeah? What's that Rex?"
"Two sets of balls are more fun than one!"
"Hot! What do you have in mind?"
Going into the closet, Rex says to Kev, "Have them stand back to back."
The twenty-six year old guided Tom and Ben until their shoulders touched. While standing in front of Ben, Kevin said softly to Ben, "Love you man."
Ben replied, "Love you too."
Kevin gave Ben a kiss.
"Here, tie this around Ben's balls."
"Cool!" Kevin said, taking the leather lace and squatting down, dictating, "Spread'em, Ben."
"Yes, sir," Ben fell into the play.
"Head up, boy. I want this to be a surprise."
"Yes, sir."
"You too, Tom," Rex dictated the likewise suggestion. Then, speaking to Kevin, said, "Here, tie the end of my loop to your's."
"I think I see what you're trying to accomplish here, Rex."
Tom and Ben winced once already, when their 'masters', tightened the loops around their ballsacs. Their cocks remained at full mast, oozing their manhood juices out.
"Now what do we do, Rex?"
"Wait let I get something."
Kevin, standing five feet, eleven inches tall, sporting his worked out hundred and ninety-five pounds, stood there, stroking lightly his 9.5c. He wasn't interested in shooting his load, but felt compelled to stroke it lightly, as he divided himself visually between the two boys, Tom and Ben and that of Rex, coming back from the other room, toting a digital camera and something in his closed hand.
"What do you have?"
"Um, a camera?"
"No, the other hand, stupid!"
One of the reasons Rex really liked Kevin. He had a no-nonsense attitude and liked joking around, saying his mind, when the occasion called for it. The other reason, since Kevin himself being a victim of abuse and some heavy torture, it seemed to help Kevin pull out of the psychological implications, playing the master of Ben. From way before Ben even met Kevin, face to face, he's loved Kevin. Sounds strange, but Ben insists the connection was present, feeling the strong impulse to get to Kevin.
"Oh these. Steve and I used to play with these. I though it would be fun."
"Dice?"
"Yeah. It turned us on."
"Care to explain, Rex?"
"Sure. Here, throw them on the table there."
Kevin, holding the same red dice in his hands, shakes them up good and as if blowing good luck over them, exhales on them before letting them fly out onto the table top.
"A six and a four. So, what does that mean, Rex?"
"Um, ten, Kev?"
"No shit Sherlock!"
Rex incites a laugh, then responds, "Do you think Ben can take ten lashes of the strap on his balls?"
"Easy, Rex. But being the distance from Tom, he is, Tom's gonna take the heat as well."
"Oh yeah? Ya think so, Kev?"
With one hand on his torso, the other hand fingering up his hairy, dark treasure trail, index finger bobbing in and out of his deep bellyhole, Kevin waits for Rex's explanation.
"Okay boys, each of you take two steps to give Master Kevin a hint!"
Kevin watches, as Tom and Ben each take exactly two steps apart, placing heel to toe, twice.
"Hmm.. ingenius, Rex."
"We can use that as part of the game, if it interest you, Kev."
"How so, Rex?"
"Boys, take your places back to back."
They hear a sigh from Tom.
"Something wrong with that, Tomboy? Huh?"
"Um, no."
However Rex knew Tom had anxiously waited, with the expectations of getting his balls tortured, which he wanted so badly to feel.
"You take that from your boy, Rex?"
"Oh don't worry, he'll pay dearly for that insuboordination, wouldn't you boy?"
Even though the clock read two a.m., Tom projected an energetic, "Yes, sir!"
Unknowingly, to either Rex, nor Kev, Tom's loins throbbed with the expectation of severe torture, in whatever form.
"So, what do we do now, Rex?"
"Okay, so here's how Steve and I used to play this game."
"Game?"
"Shutup or put up, Kev. This is how it goes.... you shake the dice out."
"Dah, I just did, Rex."
"Um, just pick up the fuckin' dice and shake them, Kev?"
"Yeah, sure. No problem, man..... um, snake eyes."
"Oh, ain't that special."
"Really? What does that mean?"
"The way Steve and I played is that when a guy through a snake eyes..."
"Yeah?" Kev's eyes gleamed, as if he would receive a gold medal.
"You lost your turn."
"Oh fuck!"
"Move aside," Rex said, picking up the dice, as Kev continued to finger his navel.
"Um, sensitive there, Kev?"
"Huh? Where?"
"The bellyhole?"
"Bellyhole?"
"Navel, Kev?"
"Oh yeah... never knew it until Ben started tonguing it out. Yeah, feels dam hot the way he fucks it with his tongue."
While Kev talked on about his deep innie, Rex shook the red dice out onto the table.
"Hot! Twelve!"
"So? How does that go, Rex?"
"My boy takes twelve steps and then I get to whip your boy's balls twelve times."
"That's so fuckin' hot... oh man, you're gonna have me shooting my load, Rex!"
"Hmm... I thought maybe your finger, fucking your navel might do it, Kev?"
"Get real, Rex. I need to at least sink into a hot ass to do that!"
"Hmm... I'm sure we'll both get our wish, when we're done with our boygames!"
Like walking a plank, Kev pushed Tom's shoulder, saying, "Get a move on it, boy!"
Tom paced the twelve steps, heel to toe, heel to toe. Rex, when playing with Steve, hadn't a second player, so the doorknob became the resistance against his eighteen year old opponent's balls.
As Kevin fumbled with his balls, gleaming his 9.5c with his precum, his other finger oozed up and still fucking his navel, he voiced his opinion, "Oh man this is sooo fuckin' hot!"
Like a ping pong match, Rex got his kicks out of watching Kevin's head bounce back and forth from ass to ass, looking for some signs of either willing contestant's balls appearing through the bottom of their asscrack.
"Oooooooh... soooo close," Kevin called out.
"So now, I get to whip Ben's balls," Rex called out, making sure not only Kevin heard his intentions.
"Fuckin' hot!" Kevin replied, walking over to Ben's front.
His balls still hung down, the leather lace attached tightly to both his sacs, separating his hard cock, precum dribbling from it's piss slit, in anticipation.
Kevin, grabbed the back of Ben's head, taking a clump of his black hair in his hand, placing his lips on Ben's, giving him a kiss, then after breaking, instructed, "Keep your head up and take it like a man, Ben."
Ben already knew Kevin's philosophy. Like an emissary, his example would be a reflection on Kevin. The idea excited the hell out of Ben, as Rex readied the leather strap between his legs.
"Hurry up Rex. I can't wait to get some action in on Tom's balls!"
However, Rex, now knowingly keeping Kev at bay, prolonging the torture, in reality, passed the stress on, humiliating the hell out of the twenty-six year old.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Ben screamed out, as the strap hit him below the balls, momentarily squashing his sacs.
"Hot!" Kevin called out, his hand around his oozing shaft, his other hand absent from his navel, on his torso. Slightly bending over, he gave Ben the thumb's up, saying, "Make me proud, Ben!"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkk! Akkkk!" Ben called out four succesive times, resulting in low moans, after Rex slapped the leather torture tool up against his now red orbs, glowing like red coals.
"Oh fuck, you're so hot, Ben!" Kevin called out, kissing the moaning lips.
Rex carried on, delivering the strap to Ben's two orbs, as he screamed out in pain. Stopping after four more, then two more, it left one last lash. By this time, Ben gasped, breathing heavily. His body sweated profusely, drowning each and every pore. Ben wasn't the only one sweating. As if the temperature of the room had been raised to a steady hundred and ten, they all showed signs of overheating. The good kind, two wanting to feel what the two giving men had been compelled to dish out.
"Oh come on... forget the damn camera. Let's get on with it, Rex!"
Rex giggled, watching Kevin lose his cool, as he took different angles of Ben's red balls, viewing different angles.
"Fuckin' forget about me and just get on with the last lash, Rex!"
Rex put the digital camera down. Later he would remind Kevin how he was 'losing it', over his own lust for satisfaction.
"You okay, baby?" Kevin said to Ben, who just moaned. "You can take if baby, right?"
"Yeeeeaaaah.." the slurred response came.
"Sure he's not going to pass out, Kev?" Rex grinned.
"He's not gonna fuckin' pass out, Rex."
"He sure looks like it, Kevin."
Oh yeah, Rex was getting a heap of fun out of watching Kevin, on the edge. He wouldn't be a bit surprised if Kevin lashed out and tried to take a punch at him.
"He can take it Rex."
"Last one strikes the hardest, you know, Kev?"
"Fuckin' do it Rex. Fuckin' belt his balls hard... You can take it, right baby?"
Kevin stood next to his man, his arm around Ben, for moral support, as Rex held the strap tightly in his hand, under the red orbs.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Ben called out, to what Rex promised, the toughest strike of the leather implement, whipping with a stinging blow.
"Yeah! You did it, baby!"
Rex waited until Kevin finished up the long kiss.
In between, he heard Ben say, "Did I do good, Kevin?"
"Yeah, you did fine, baby. All you have to do is hang in there for me, baby."
"I... I'll do it for you, Kevin."
"Cool!" Kevin replied, then leaving Ben's side, headed for the table, saying to Rex, "My turn!"
Rex giggled to himself, watching Kevin, as if viewing a ten year old, his turn coming up, at Monopoly!
"Twelve! Hot! here's where we even up the score, Rex!"
Kevin wasn't the only ecstatic man in the room. Tom has been wanting a good ball-bashing all night. In fact, Rex had wished he had his digital cam ready, as Kevin blurted out the number of lashes Tom's balls would be receiving, Tom himself making a fist, saying unconsciously, 'Yes!'
"Come on baby, do your dance," Kevin, highly strung, told him, as his hands felt up the leather strap.
Ben crept along, placing his feet in a straight path.
"Oh hot! Fuckin' hot!" Kevin called out, as he watched from between the two.
Ben groaned the loudest, as his balls began to pull in between his ass cheeks, stretched behind, tugging along with Tom's balls. At this point, his hard 7c nearly stood straight to the floor, the goo oozing out a strand, dripping to the shag rug. Rex snapped pics, most likely without Kevin's knowledge. He paid way too much attention to Tom's balls, as the red sacs pulled behind his back. With the strap doubled in half, Kevin's hand steadied it close, under the leather lace that pulled them through Tom's asscrack.
"Twelve," Ben finally said.
Highwired, Kevin automatically thrashed at Tom's balls.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Tom screamed, followed by, "Oh fuck that was hot!"
"That one didn't count."
"What do you mean that one 'didn't count', Kev? It counted."
"I wasn't ready."
"Are you trying to cheat me, Kev?"
All along, Rex was far ahead of Kevin on the torturing, the physical body, as well as the mind. He continued to play Kevin, taking him to the hilt of humiliation.
"Noooooo, Rex. I'm not trying to cheat you. I just wasn't ready. That was... a.... reaction, that's all."
"So, what you're trying to tell me, Kev is that you weren't ready to swing the strap and hit Tom in the balls?"
Rex giggled to himself, as Kevin turned his attention away from Rex and headed back to Tom, saying, "Okay! Fine! No sweat! That's the first one. I still have eleven hot ones coming! No problem, Rex. No fucking problem!"
Rex also picked up on something else. When Kevin got 'upset', he played with his bellyhole, his finger nervously moving up and down his dark, defined treasure trail, darting into his navel and then starting all over again. He began thoughts of some kind of 'hybrid' fun with Kevin, one on one. He spun the digital cam up to his eye, as Tom really belted out the tune, to Kevin's rapid action, wrist snapping motion of the swinging of the leather strap. One thing that Rex sensed is that whereas Kevin delivered the strokes one after the other, he wasn't putting the force behind the power, he had done, doing a slow dance on Ben's balls, applying more of a sweeping, tough hitting action.
After the twelve lashes to his balls, Rex stood in front of Tom, the twenty-one year old literally crying on his shoulder, his arms hugging Rex tightly around the middle, their sweating chests pressed firmly in place, even though Tom's chest heaved, trying to get his breath back.
"Some cardio, huh Tom?" Rex joked.
Through the sweat, tears and rapid pulse, Tom acknowledged his was alright. Rex found something else thought provoking. Surrounding the pain, Tom kissed his neck with soft, sweet, little pecks.
"Thanks, Rex," came the soft cooing.
Kevin, knelt on the floor, one hand plastered against the rug, he too panting. Looking up, he saw Ben standing in front of him. Kevin straightened up, enough to place his hands, one still holding the leather strap tightly, to his hairy thighs.
" Have enough for one night, Kevin?"
Not even answering Ben, Kevin reached up and took hold of the offered hand. The loose, leather lace, still attached to Tom's and Ben's balls, lay on the carpet, trailing from where Ben stood. Kevin dropped the strap and still panting, worked to loosen the lace from around Ben's balls.
"Gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!" Ben moaned, in pleasure, "Ooooh that feels soooooo good!"
Ben wasn't welcoming the release of his orbs, but the hands that touched them. As Rex still held Tom in his arms, he caught something he would put in his memory banks. Kevin, holding Ben's balls in his hand, gently kissed them.
Rising up from the carpeting, Kevin handed Rex the leather strap, saying, "Thanks for the great time, Rex. I owe ya one, man!"
Rex smiled back, already thinking of how Kevin was going to pay him back!
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