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Responses are welcome at ruffwankr@yahoo.com. Looking to share with other guys into the same kind of kink.
"When it hurts..." by ruffwankr
So guys, it's been a while since there's been a story in the good old masturbation category. Figured I'd fill in the gap with my special kind of wankin'. Know there are buds out there who like it the way I do.
"Well, what are they?", you ask. My motto explains it all: "When it hurts, I just get hotter!" "And how did you get this way?" Come on, dudes. You know. You've pulled on those nuts while you're slammin' the pecker on the desk top in your dorm room. You've twisted that left nip while squeezin' the old sack. You've felt the ache and the sting. Just that I've gotten to depend on the ache and sting. Just gotta have it, man. Just gotta have it.
Take the other day. One of the nice warm Saturday afternoons where you've got a few chores down town but no rush, so you decide to walk. On the way home, hang your shirt from you back pocket while you stroll slowly home with the hot sun beatin' on your bod thinkin' about what your gonna do for the rest of the day. Well, I don't have to think too hard mainly cause I'm already hard. It's going to be the usual wankfest.
Now there's nothin' special about that, I suppose you're thinking. But there is, cause I do things a little different (Yeah, I know we're all special, but try this on for size). First, unlike a lotta guys, I don't touch myself all week. Wasn't always that way; of course not. Just learned that when you store the horniness up, you can do things when you let it out that will surprise even you. When a young guy with a week's worth of cum in him settles in for the Saturday afternoon slam party, he's gonna check his head at the door. And that's exactly what I want.
So the nice walk is over; slippin' the key in the door with a big grin on my face. The door closes; the shirt's outa the pocket and on the floor. The cut-off jeans, on the floor, and I'm stripped. No jockies on Saturdays, thank you. Just my sneakers and socks stay on.
Oh, yeah. Did I tell you I have a jock equipment fetish that won't stop. Goes along with the "No pain, no gain" thing I already told you about. So it's time to get everything ready for the session. First, rummage through the closet and find the ski boots. Only need one. And where's my bikin' stuff. OK, here it is. That's the velcro ankle strap I use to hold my sweats away from the chain. Grab it and head for the electronic stuff I use for my stereo. Out come those nice two inch alligator clips. Head back to the door and pull the two-inch wide leather belt out of the cut-offs and drop 'em again. Now it's back to the closet to pull out the work boots with the leather laces. Pull those ol' suckers outta there. Needs the laces for the scene. Couple of more things to find. My running sneakers. Just tie the laces together at the very end to make a nice loop. Now haul all this shit downstairs to the basement in my duffle bag. Oh yeah, the rolls of pennies. Forgot them. Back to the kitchen and finally down the stairs we go!
The basement isn't that special except there's a big ole dresser mirror attached to the wall. In front of it is a mat that's plastic-coated foam, maybe 5 feet by 8, that I got from my old high school when they replaced theirs. And an old refridgerator with some six packs of beer. Shit! Forgot the frat mug. So back upstairs to the kitchen again. And turn off the phone before you go back down. No interruptions this day, buddy.
Back in the basement now. Where did I leave off. Oh yeah. Next to the mirror is an old stereo system pieced together from stuff I collected during college, now replaced upstairs by the surround sound system. The CD changer is filled with the usual club music that is the background for every porno flic since time began. 'Cept now I'm the star. So on it goes with the volume up nice and hot. Start movin' to the beat, feelin' my bod gettin' in the groove. Few bumps, a few grinds, hands splorin' the soft fur on my gut and chest (no twink here. Sorry.). Sliding on over to the fridge and the beer. Grab a can, pop it, and suck it down. First one is always easy like that, besides I want it flowing through soon. Pop the second, and start of swig on it. Left hand finding my best bud down there between my legs and teasing him a little. Middle finger slides down and back and finds the ole entrance to the chocolate highway. Slips in for a peek, and up to show my nose what a real man smells like. Hey, the funky finger slips in my lips. Ah, the taste of true grit. Chase it with a beer, guy. Yeah, the music and beer and the butt funk are doin' their trick. Won't be long now and the real fun will start. Waitin' for the old brain to flip the perv switch on and the thinkin' off. Won't take long; it's been practicing this for a good long time.
Left hand makes the first move and slips tight around the old ball sack. Clamp, squeeze, and pull. Slow at first, then more firmly till the ache starts. Heads drops back. "mmmmmm" that's startin' to d o the job. Right fingers up after the right nip. Fuck, pinch it hard. Mix the sting on my nip with the ache. Not balanced, the left hand squeezes harder to make the ache in my balls catch up. "Oh yeah, buddy pain. Do your thing!". Now swap hands. Can't left that left nip miss any action. This time the right hand does more than squeeze and stretch. First sharp yank of the day...first sharp shock pain of the day. "Yike! Good! Yeah, do it, fuck head!". Left hand's jealous and so is the left nip. Use the fingernails this time. Let 'em grow long for a reason. "Dig in, daddy!". "OOoooo, the stinging fire!" Nails are biting the nip now. Switch again, nails on the other nip. "Fuck, the balls are falling behind!" Grab 'em with the left; stretch 'em down but twist the balls up and exposed. Right bares nails and attacks the now shining flesh on the balls. Streaks of firey pain shoot up to my head. "AAAyyyeee!" screams out of the smiling crazed face. Yeah, I'm falling into the pervy groove now. That's it, babe. Do it.
Time out! 'nother brew goes down. Startin' to feel the piss building a little. Find the mug and have it ready for after the next round. " 'kay, balls. You ready to step it up a little? Yeah, you bet they are!" Where's that velcro strap. Got it.
Grab the ski boot and leather laces and kneel before the mirror. Fold the lace in half and hold it next to my ball sack. Wrap the velcro strap tight around both my balls and attach it to itself. Now reach around in back through my legs and grab the ends of the lace and pull up and back. Can feel the lace slide against my butt hole. My balls are pulled back through my legs. Skin on balls is burning, balls aching nice and bad. Yeah, ready for your bud the boot. Place the boot between my feet and sit on it. Tie the lace to the top snap in the ski boot. "OH, YEAH! come on boot! show my balls what kind of a fucker you are!" Slowly, lift up and savor the stretch, burn, ache as the boot lifts off the floor. Lower down and lift again, but faster. "Yow! Yum! Make it hurt bad. Shit, yeah! That's it!" Drop and stop before the boot hits. The yank fires a salvo of stabbing agony up my gut! "Fuck, yeah! Do it, again, you perv!" And I do. Thrusting my hips to the beat of the music. Humping the pain. Harder each time. Grab my nips. Use the nails. "Tear 'em, dude!" Dig in the nails to make my nips equal the pain with my balls. Boot's swinging nice now. When it head's back, I jerk my hips forward to make it reverse too soon. Balls scream out for more. Dick is nice and happy firm. But not yet, old bud. No, you ain't seen nothin' yet.
Now the beer's done it work. More than just ball pain. Bladder's telling me to pay attention. Reach down and grab the mug. Release the velcro; boot drops. Relax that old muscle and feel that warm piss spew into the mug. Plenty of it too. Haven't gone before this afternoon, so it's nice and strong too. Bring it up and let that old smell fill my head. But that's all for now. Now it's the nips turn for some real work.
Nips are pretty sore by now. Nails have been diggin' in to even out the pain from the boot. So it's their turn to scream. And my little gator clips will see to that. Flatten my nip with my left forefinger and thumb and use my right hand to spread the little gaping mouth filled with those little jagged metal teeth. Spread my legs wide apart, arch my back pulling the nip up toward the ceiling and offer it that waiting little mouth. Jamb, release, fire, seering pain. "Yeeaahhh!" Let my hands drop back. My face is stretched in a crazy screechless smile. "Need balance, mann!" Right hand know how to stretch the other nip. Left hand is ready, and the other little metal creature attacks my right nip. "Haaahhhh!" Drop your head back; let it flow through you, bastard. Reach down; grab balls in left, slap hard with right. "Shhiiittt, yeeeaaah!" My pecs are tightened from the agony. But the burning is turning to heat. "Too fuckin' soon! No you don't. You need to take more then. No pleasure till you are hoarse from screaming!"
Off with the gator biters. Yum, need to piss again. But massage the tingling tits. The pressure makes the fire rise again. "Oh, yeah. This time you'll be really mean, guy. This time it'll be good!" More piss in the mug. The mug's almost full. That's where it needs to be. Wait. Where's the belt. Balls and nips are saying, "NO! Keep hurtin' us!". But you gotta wait, guys. Ass bud's not gettin' his part of the fun. Take time to piss again. This time the mug's full. Ready, yeah, real ready.
Hey, belt. Your turn now. Buddy butt's been waitin' patiently. Pick up the belt and kiss the bare end. Kind of symbolically, since that end is about to do some kissin' of it's own. Take my stance in front of the mirror again. Let my feet slide way far apart, but not so far I can't bend my knees slightly so I can push my butt cheeks out kind of like when you want to get fucked standing up. Grab the buckle end of the belt with both hands. Let the belt swing gently between my legs, then with a upward whip, snap the belt over my back hard. The tip hits hard on my left cheek with a hissing snap. The pain hits up through my head with a good hard burning edge to it. The next snap hits the opposite cheek; same hardness. Back to the other side. Make the pain shots move with the music. The belt let's me dance with pain. Plenty of those techno rhythm makers have always sounded like the snap of a whip. Well, why not make it real. Now it is. "Yeah, whip it! Make it hurt!...Yeah, whip it!
When the music slowly or softens, I let up. But when it comes back, I want more. Hit harder. My cheeks thrust back to meet the hissing tongue of the snake. Now I'm ready for it; stretch out my arms just enough and aim straight this time. And the snake bites my begging hole. Stretch more and the ultimate: a stinging firey strikes feels like my balls have been exploded on the wall in front of me. But they haven't. I know that, but I go for it one more time. This is building to the final scene. The second strike and I can't make a sound. I am almost ready. Nothing but pain can satisfy me now. I am feeding on it now.
Fall to my knees in front of the mirror. Wrap my hand around the mug with one hand. The whipping has filled my mouth with drool. Spit into my other hand. Raise the mug up as an offering to all my perved buds round the world who are at this moment wanking themselves into a kinky frenzy like me. Reaching between my legs I shove first one, then two, then three spit slippery fingers up my ready ass. "HEY, BUDS! This is for YOU!" Then as I place the mug to my lips, I spread my fingers with all my might, and slowly pour the warm piss down. Fire in ass, salt and piss stink in mouth. Savor the piss. Yeah, piss. It's the piss of the world, man. Filling you with their piss man. Now four fingers, more piss, butt burn, hot dick malt. Yank the fingers out, and suck them clean. Butt spunk follows piss. Tastin' that makes anything possible.
Now I'm ready; yeah, real ready. Finish it right. The velcro strap is back on the balls, lace in place on the boot. Add the rolls of pennies. Maybe five pounds worth. Whole thing maybe ten pounds. Ooooo! This is gonna be good. Kneeling with the boot between my knees.
Gator clips? Where's the sneaks? Slip the tied sneak laces into the gator jaws. One sneak under each nip. One gator clip in each hand. Spread nice and wide. Fuck, am I ready. Oh, I'm ready. Biiiiite! Nips are ready for the bite. They know that, but not what comes next cause the sneaks are still on the ground. Reach for the belt. Now it can happen.
Work off my knees so my feet are next to the boot, but I'm still crouched over so the sneaks are still on the floor. OK, pervs. This is for you. Without allowing myself to think (no, what brains I got are all in the head of my dick now) I stand straight up. The weight of the sneaks hits my nips only a second behind the awesome jolt in my balls. All that comes from my face is a growling moan. "Don't stop! you fuck head! Dance to the pain, you fuck head!" Make the beat with the belt now. I jerk the belt over my head. My sneaks can keep up with my arms up thrust; the gator clips wrench on my nips just before the belt kisses my butt cheek. Left cheek fire, nips scream; right cheek fire; nips scream. The boot swings in the sadistic rhythm. Balls burn ache. "Will they tear! Fuckin' Don't Care!"
Cock hard...shining reddish purple like on fire...oozing joy of the agonic ecstacy. Now! SNAP THE COCK! YEAH! You can do it! On the back stroke from a butt kiss, my hand knows to stop on the forward stroke. The belt fires forward for the cock kiss. YEESSSS! Oh shit! I'm lost in it now. No time, no space. Full force going back. NOW! forward. YESSSSSS! FUUUUCCCK! Sheets of flame feel like they are bursting out of my cock. Shorten the belt and move on THE spot under the tip of the head. AAEEEYYYEEE! again, again, again. No words possible now. Tongue erect and distended out of a contorted grin. Spit drooling down my face. Fire in my balls, nips, cock. Turns to heaaatttt! Haarrrder! Hardddderrrr! The cauldron deep in front of butt hole boils. Two hard strikes to butt, but then merciless strikes on top then bottom of cock. Hips humping against the wild swinging boot. Cock reaches out for the stinging bite of the belt. Gators rip at nips. Then the fist tightens around the boiling jism tank, but that mystery door to the cauldron holds it back. A final wild strike with the kiss of the belt and the door flies open. Molten jism sears it way out of my cock. Fall to my knees after the first wave; yanks my balls behind me. Second wave stopped by the awesome jolt of pain shooting up my bod; but bod must have it's release and the second wave fires it's stream over my gut. Grating growels of joy, pain, finally make it out of my face on the third wave.
Body begins to relax. Those jerking aftershocks last for minutes followed by little grunts of unbelieving pleasure. Hands find the puddles of jism and bring to the waiting tongue. Butt grunge, jism, piss. Release the little demonic jaws from my nips. Should I look at the work of the belt on my ass. Naw. Just feel this thing you've done. Grin and feel, just grin and feel.