This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the truth and nothing but the truth. The names have definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are all disease free and stay that way by protecting ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other. Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because I'm imaginative and not stupid.
You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't even think about reproducing or publishing it without my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who like to punish people! <>
Chapter 7
The day passed relatively uneventfully. It was beautiful so we went back to Dennis and Scott's house and hung by the pool much of the day. They held true to their word. I was tethered, tied, or on a leash the whole day. I wasn't allowed to pee in between my scheduled times. I was paddled for every privilege. Instead of going into the house they peed in my mouth and I peed in the corner of the lawn. They made fun of the irony that the three of them peed in me whenever they had to go but I had to hold it in until my scheduled times. They really enjoyed that one.
Scott was stretched out in a lounge chair and he pulled me over to suck him off. It was slow and leisurely and it took him a long time to shoot. Dennis told him to relax and he put me over his knee and spanked me for the privilege of sucking dick. He reminded me that I deserved nothing, so everything was a privilege I had to pay for. My ass was raw from all the beatings I'd taken in the last day. Dennis consoled me by assuring that they'd come up with other ways of making me hurt. He pushed my face into his crotch and I licked and sucked at his cock and balls. He was dozing and not looking to orgasm.
Dan was bored and inspired to find new ways of making me hurt. He tied me spread eagle on his lawn. He brought out a bag full of new clothespins and went to work attaching them to me. He stretched out my scrotum and kept adding more. He put them on my nipples. I had an erection and he pulled the extra skin tight and put them up the entire length of the bottom of my shaft. Scott and Dennis lazily called out suggestions as they watched from their chairs. They created a dull aching sensation everywhere. He put them down my perineum almost to my hole. Scott went inside and brought out clothespins all strung together, called zippers, and joined in the fun. They lined them up my arms and inside my thighs. They left me to squirm and suffer for a while. It became increasingly uncomfortable. I was writhing in the grass but couldn't find any relief. They enjoyed watching and teasing me saying I was going to get paddled for the privilege of being tortured. Every once in a while they'd flick or tug on the clothespins just to cause me more pain. After a long time the three of them stood over me. They each grabbed one of the zippers; there were four in all. Scott ripped the first one off my arm in one rapid pull and I screamed out in pain. They laughed! Dennis ripped the next one off my arm and it hurt more than the first. They laughed again. Dan ripped the remaining two from the inside of my thighs at the same time and I jumped from the onslaught of pain. They really enjoyed that. They pulled the ones off of my nipples and then slapped them in rapid succession dragging the pain out. They had a race to see who could pull the most off my scrotum. Scott won, I cried. They threaded a fine line through the ones on my perineum making a zipper out of them and pulled them all off at once. Shit! It really hurt feeling like it pulled the sensitive skin off with it! The only ones left were on my dick and it was hurting like hell. They liked that. They explained again that all my dick was good for was pain. Dennis went inside to get some plastic wrap which he folded over my scrotum and attached the clothespins over the plastic. They wanted to know what he was doing and he told them to just watch. After a bunch were attached he pulled the plastic hard pulling off all the clothespins at one time I went nuts from the pain that caused, so they did it again. My cock was killing me form the pins that were still on it. I begged them to take them off. They liked that but didn't seem moved or even consider removing them yet.
It was obvious that they meant what they said. I deserved more pain and they were going to inflict it. They ignored my pleas and begging. It seemed to have no effect on them at all. Dan undid my right arm. "Jerk yourself off. We'll take off the clothespins from your prick after you cum." Scott thought that was great. It hurt so bad to move the skin up and down my shaft so I masturbated by lightly rubbing the head of my dick in a slow, rhythmic motion. I wet my fingers with my spit to give me some lube until I produced some pre-cum. Scott sat between my legs and slowly applied clothespins over the plastic to my scrotum while I continued to masturbate. He reminded me that the longer I took to cum the more clothespins there'd be to remove. I really concentrated on cumming. I focused on the pain and the humiliation I was suffering at my friends hands to stimulate me. I thought of them telling me how low I was and how superior they were. I thought of how demeaning and degrading it was to be on a leash and made to piss outside. I thought about how it was too good for me to piss in a toilet bowl but they pissed in me, and that put me over the edge. I shot load after load of cum all over my stomach and chest.
Scott waited until I came down from my orgasm. "You're going to so fucking hate this!" He grabbed the plastic. I immediately begged him not to do it! I was crying before he did anything. I knew it would hurt so much more after cumming. "You know the rules. You pay for every privilege. You don't deserve to cum. You have no right to cum. Cumming for you is a privilege that you have to pay a heavy price for. On the count of three; One, two, three." He ripped the plastic off in one quick motion and the clothespins went flying. It hurt so fucking bad. It felt like he ripped my ball sac off. I was bouncing on the ground from the pain. "You don't look ready for more pain. We'll just leave the ones on your dick for now." My attention shifted to my dick and I became aware of how much it hurt. As I lost my erection it hurt even more as the skin on my dick pulled against the clothespins as it tried to shrink. I tried to think of anything but my poor dick. Dan put ice on it which made it hurt even more. He told me they'd take them off when the ice melted. When they finally took them off it hurt really bad and my poor cock was all red and marked from them being on so long. They laughed at that too.
It was late afternoon when we went inside. They hog-tied me on the floor with a dildo up my ass and a cock shaped gag inserted in my mouth They pulled my balls back between my legs and attached the humbler to it again and ran enough electricity through it to be really irritating and uncomfortable. They watched the news on television.
Some friends came over with Chinese take out to hang out and watch a movie. They sat at the dining room table to eat while I ate from a bowl on the floor without any utensils. They let me eat the Chinese food but they pissed a little in it first. They made a show of flogging my ass in front of everyone.
They all took me on my walk so I could pee. I had to defecate again. They didn't let me turn around and all watched. They thought it was a riot when I wiped my ass by dragging it in the grass. They really liked that I had to carry the baggie in my mouth to throw it out. I washed up with the garden hose and some soap. It hurt more to be paddled on my wet ass.
They spent the night watching television. I spent the night licking their feet, licking their balls, rimming out their assholes, drinking their piss, sucking their dicks, and getting my ass paddled for the privilege of serving them.
After the movie ended I was taken out to the dungeon where I was put on the St. Andrew's cross. My balls were tied and pulled down toward the bottom of the cross so I had to keep my legs bent and my arms really stretched to the top of the cross. A lubed butt plug was put up my ass and nipple clamps were put on me. A bit gag was put across my mouth and I was blindfolded. I was flogged and paddled brutally. I had no idea of who was doing it, but it felt like they took turns. My balls were raw because I couldn't help but pull against them as I was being flogged. My arms and legs were aching. My ass was killing me. It hurt so fucking bad! My back and shoulders were racked with pain.
After the flogging I was bent over a table where they took turns fucking my ass and my face until they were all satisfied. They never took the blindfold off so I still had no idea who did what to me.
Our visiting friends thanked them for a good time and gave them hugs before leaving. Nothing was said to me, not even good-bye. I was led still blindfolded and put in my kennel, which Scott and Dennis kept in the bathroom. It felt good to be all safe and snuggled in. I fell into a deep sleep exhausted and satisfied.
THE END
This story was fun to write. I can tell you that my friends and I had a really good time working off our excitement and arousal. ((wink)) I thank all the guys who wrote to me giving suggestions and encouragement. I might revisit this story with future adventures. I have some different stories in mind that I'd like to write about too.
As I said in the beginning, not everything is true, but it's taken from my real life experiences. I am very thankful for, and grateful to, great friends, Thank you, SIRS!!!
Eric, In South Florida