by Alden King
My heart was beating rapidly as we walked out of the bar together into the warm night. It was late, almost three a.m. but Eric was well worth waiting for. We were going to his place: a farm about 30 miles out of town where he lived with a gay roommate. I had a swollen crotch in the anticipation of what lay ahead.
I’d spotted Eric in the bar standing in a corner with a dozen queens walking past cruising him. He didn’t seem interested in any of them and kept looking elsewhere. I kept watching his face hoping one of his glances would catch me and stay. He was breathtakingly beautiful: grey eyes, almost blue, extremely captivating eyes. Light brown hair styled tastefully and falling to about collar level. A beautiful, handsome face, tanned, as were his arms, and, so I assumed, was the rest of his body. He wore a tight blue work shirt which proudly showed the outlines of his upper body. Broad shoulders leading to large, smooth, muscular arms. Hunky pecs with protruding nipples and a slim, hard waist. From there my eyes fell to his well-filled crotch, straining from behind a pair of sensuously tight levis.
Suddenly his eyes met mine and I froze in almost a panic. His lips parted into a broad smile exposing a beautiful set of teeth. I nervously smiled back at him as I watched his eyes survey me, pausing briefly at my pecs (which were almost as nice as his) and stopping at my crotch, lingering there for a minute. He looked to my eyes again, still smiling and started walking toward me. I was shaking with excitement and I thought my crotch would tear open from the growing mass. I quickly caught a glimpse of those around me: all eyes were watching us as Eric came closer and closer. I felt quite a tinge of pride.
“Hi, would you like to dance?” Eric spoke, still smiling broadly. I somehow managed to spit out some kind of affirmative reply, I don’t remember exactly what. He led the way to the dance floor, walking past many jealous glances. A slow song had begun to play and upon reaching the dance floor, his strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me to him. I wrapped mine around his waist and we danced, each aware of each other’s state of excitement pressing against our thighs. My hands explored his ass and back as his did mine. We were both breathing quite heavily and our mouths met in a long kiss, our tongues violently lashing around the insides of our throats. For almost two hours we danced, kissed, drank and talked. We hit it off perfectly. I learned that he was 22, two years older than I. He had dropped out of college two years ago and was working in construction (which accounted for such a body).
The drive to the farm seemed endless in my anticipation. The whole trip seemed like a dream; our hands fondling each other, neither of us softening the whole time. We finally turned off the main highway and proceeded along a narrow, tree-lined drive leading to the farm. We pulled up in front of the house, opposite the barn. A light was on obviously in the barn as it showed through the cracks in the mammoth door. “Brian must be in the barn,” Eric spoke, “Come on, I want to show you off to him.”
He jumped out of the car and started toward the barn. By the time I’d reached the door, he’d already opened it and was inside a few feet facing me waiting for me to catch up. As I stepped through the door, I suddenly felt myself grabbed from behind and held securely by strong arms around my neck and holding my arms together behind me.
Surprise turned to fear as I shouted at Eric, “What the hell’s going on?” I struggled but the strong captor had me immobile. Eric smiled and walked toward me.
As he did so he said, “Meet Brian.” The arms holding me relaxed their grip a little, allowing me to turn enough to look at my captor.
I found myself gazing into beautiful green eyes, surrounded by a tanned, well-formed face. Dark blond hair almost shoulder length falling toward naked, broad, tanned shoulders. A heavy chest with pecs and nipples to match, highlighted by a slight amount of bronze, soft hair. Sleek waist broadening into wide, sensuous hips, bulging in the center from a load which seemed too large for its confines. For a moment I forgot my predicament but was jolted back to reality by Brian’s tightening grip and Eric’s busying himself with my wrists. I realized that he was putting something on them. I was able to glance downward and around just enough to make out that Eric was attaching thick, black leather restraints on my wrists.
“How do you like this hunk?” Eric said to Brian.
“Beautiful! Just beautiful! I can’t wait. Wait ’til you see what I found!” Eric sighed with pleasure in reply.
The remark went over my head and I squirmed uselessly. “What are you doing to me!” I cried.
Eric closed a lock joining my restraints together by heavy chrome rings and stood facing me.
His huge chest heaved in and out and he answered: “Now, now, pretty boy, don’t get excited, you’ll need all the energy you can get.” A combination of what he said and the way he said it sent shivers through my body. “We’re just gonna play around with you a bit. Just keep cool and do as we say. You might even enjoy it.” I conjured up visions of them fucking my brains out and sucking me dry. It was a little frightening but glancing at their bodies, especially Brian’s bare torso, I found myself excited. But once again reality hit me like a slap in the face.
“Please, please let me go!” I pleaded, but received no reply.
Eric turned toward the far side of the barn and started walking in that direction. “Get going, slave!” Brian ordered, simultaneously pushing me forward toward Eric. His grip had slackened, I guess because with the restraints I wasn’t about to offer much resistance.
Ahead, Eric disappeared into another room of the barn. Faint light emitted through the open doorway. I soon passed through this same doorway and froze in fear at what I saw: The room was high, about 20 feet except at one end where a hayloft came within about 8 feet of the floor. Rafters crossed the room width-wise and thrck wooden pillars supported them. The first object I noticed in the dim light was a young boy, at least two years younger than I, standing against one of the pillars with his back to it and his wrists restrained like mine, only his were in turn tied to the post with rawhide thongs. He was a pretty guy, about my height, dark eyes and hair, and not terribly far out of puberty—he had no beard yet. His eyes met mine and froze without changing from their fearful, subdued look. Brian’s word “slave” with which he had just addressed me began to make sense. In the middle of the room stood a hunky, medieval torture stretch rack. My knees were beginning to grow weak. Hanging from nails along one of the walls were an assortment of whips: bullwhips of several sizes, cats-o-nine tails, rawhide thongs attached to wooden handles. Restraints of all sizes and styles along with lots of chains and rawhide thongs; some other unidentifiable objects also decorated the walls. I was now sweating profusely as was my fellow captive, whose levis and dark green tee shirt were dark with sweat. The outline of his body was that of an athlete—high school wrestler, I guessed. He didn’t have a hard-on, but the outline of his cock was very visible—obviously not wearing underwear, nor was I.
Brian pushed me forward toward the boy as Eric walked around the post holding a thong of rawhide. They commanded me to turn around and lean my back against the post. When I had done so, Eric threaded the thong through the rings in my restraints and fastened me tightly to the post. My back was toward the other youth and our shoulders touched slightly. I could perceive a faint odor coming from him—definitely B.O., but not offensive.
“Where’d you pick up this chicken?” Eric asked of Brian. “He was cruising the streets. Like him?”
“Yeah, but he’s pretty young. He put up quite a fight—he’s a wrestler, but no. match for me.” Brian flexed his upper body in a pose and Eric reached out and grabbed one of his tits, catching him off guard. “Hey!” Brian countered. “Not in front of company!” They both laughed and started walking toward the door. “See you slaves about noon. We’ve got to rest up for the festivities!” They laughed and disappeared out the door.
As soon as our captors had left, I frantically started twisting and turning my wrists as much as I could in a vain attempt to escape. “It’s no use—I’ve tried that. We’re stuck here.” So my fellow slave uttered his first words since we were brought together. His words were shakey, sad, frightened, but more important, they were submissive. “Have you any idea what they’re gonna do to us?” I said rather impatiently; more of a statement than a question. “Well, from the looks of what’s around here, I’d say we’re in for some pretty rough torture.” His submissiveness annoyed me and he apparently sensed it because he added, “Look, I’ve been tied to this beam for hours. I’ve cried, I’ve pleaded with the guy who picked me up. I’ve worked on these damned restraints until my wrists are raw. It’s no use fighting it. You’ll follow suit after a couple hours. If you really want to know, I’m scared shitless. By the way, my name’s Chris, what’s yours?” As he’d been talking he maneuvered around the post so that we were almost side-by-side. We could look at each other and our bodies were touching at the shoulders and hips. “My name’s Alden.”
We talked for hours and seemed to settle each other’s nerves.
We both agreed that we wouldn’t be killed. We pooled our bits of knowledge about S & M, most of which we’d picked up from various sources. Chris and I became very close during those hours and decided that once we were out of there, we’d make an attempt at becoming lovers. No promises, just an agreement to try.
As we talked, the sun’s light began to peer through into the barn, growing brighter and brighter, and consequently, the interior of the barn grew warmer and warmer. We were both perspiring heavily from the heat when we heard our captives coming into the barn. We clenched each other’s hands as tightly as the restraints would allow.
Eric and Brian entered the room together. I was breathless for a moment while I examined their bodies, exposed except for a tight, very brief leather bikini worn by Eric, and levi cut-offs, also very brief, worn by Brian. Their beauty was overwhelming. I think Chris reacted similarly as he seemed frozen. “Good day, slaves! Are you both ready for your lessons?” Without waiting for a reply, Brian set about lighting candles to replace those that had burned out during the night. “I see you two have become cozy friends,” Eric spoke noticing how close we’d wriggled together. “We’ll make sure that you remain physically close together during the course of our games. Now; instructions: you may not speak, understood? You may scream as loudly as you’d like. We’re pretty isolated here and no one will hear you. We will not scar you permanently, and once we’re finished you’ll be free to go on your way. In fact, I’ll drive you into town.” Eric’s and Brian’s crotches had been growing larger and larger ever since they arrived. For some reason I felt a sense of pride that I was turning them on so.
Now Eric walks up to me and stood in front of me about two feet away. Brian walked over to Chris and did likewise. Eric’s hands reached out and pressed against my crotch. I immediately went hard and Eric smiled, fondling the mass. “Good slave,” he whispered. Again, another flash of pride hit me. My eyes were on Eric but I knew that Chris was getting the same treatment from Brian. Eric’s hands continued to explore my body. He had a sensuous touch and that, coupled with his almost naked, perfect body in front of me, brought me near orgasm. Apparently sensing this, Eric withdrew his hands momentarily, then continued, spending much time on my tits. His hands worked themselves up to my neck where he clasped onto the front of my shirt collar. In one forceful pull of his arms in a downward motion, my shirt split open its entire length. Almost simultaneously I heard Chris’ shirt giving way to Brian. Chris’ body jerked against mine during the movements of Brian. Eric pushed the fabric of my shirt up and over my shoulders to keep it from falling back on my chest. The action had exposed my chest, from my neck to my waist. Eric’s fingers were immediately fondling my nipples savagely to the point of pain. I squirmed as much as I could and Eric’s fingers were replaced by his mouth and tongue. But he was soon biting and again I was squirming from the pain. I let out a groan and turned my head toward Chris and saw that he was getting identical treatment from Brian. His smooth biceps bulged as .he squirmed attempting to escape the pain. Eric next yanked the rest of my shirt off and one of my naked shoulders pressed against one of Chris’. Our skin was damp with perspiration but the feel of his skin against mine was exciting.
Our levis resisted slipping much more than our shirts did, but our captors fought them and we were soon completely naked. Our cocks and balls were fondled and caressed with comments about their size. Brian was surprised: “You have a pretty big cock for a guy that doesn’t shave yet. Not much pubic hair either but would I like to see you in two or three years.” Apparently my size was no surprise to either of them. Eric commented that he knew I was big by the way I walked.
Brian disappeared into another room but was back momentarily pushing in an exercise horse. I’d used this type in gym—it was a single unit with a leather covering cushioning the top. Its height was adjustable by a crank on the shaft. I couldn’t imagine what they had in mind, but it didn’t take long to find out.
Brian and Eric walked over to Chris and unfastened his restraints from the post, leaving his wrists joined by the restraints. Brian bent down and attached a pair of similar restraints to Chris’ ankles. They then led him toward the horse which now lay not far from the rack, where Brian had placed it. Chris offered no resistance. Chris was placed in front of the horse, his back to it, and his heels touching the base. His ankle restraints were attached to a metal ring on the shaft of the horse by a length of chain. Eric then undid his wrist restraints. I watched intently, not really knowing what they were about to do, and knowing that I would be following Chris. Eric went around behind the horse and Brian stood in front of Chris. Brian now began pushing on Chris’ chest, gleaming from the sweat covering his body, as Eric grabbed his shoulders and supported him as he leaned further and further back. Chris was soon on his back on the horse. Brian grabbed his wrists and pulled them over his head and down the back of the horse, securing the restraints to another ring with a chain. Chris’ armpits were now sensuously exposed and Brian’s hands were on them, rubbing his fingers around in the sweat and scarce dark strands of hair. Eric bent down to the crank and began turning it. As he did so, the top portion of the horse began to rise; in so doing, Chris’ body began to stretch as his torso rose with the horse, but his extremities remained chained to the unmoving shaft. Chris groaned slightly but never cried out. Eric stopped turning the crank at a point where it seemed Chris’ extremities would tear away from his torso. His naked body was completely immobile. Sweat flowed from every pore. His chest was all rib cage and his pecs were flat except that the tips of his nipples stood straight up. His head was hanging off the horse, and upside down, unable to see the rest of his body. His cock limply hung between his thighs. All four hands explored this unprotected body and I saw Chris’ cock actually start to harden. This stopped, however, when Brian and Eric stopped.
Brian now produced a long hat-pin and held its tip in the flame of a nearby candle while Eric proceeded to soak a cotton ball with alcohol. Now Eric dabbed the soaked cotton ball against Chris’ left nipple. No sound from Chris. Eric stepped back as Brian went up to Chris with the red-hot pin. He now bent over Chris’ chest and touched the pin’s tip to the tip of the nipple that Eric had just cleaned. Chris let out a shattering yelp but didn’t move a bit. I’m sure that he attempted to as muscles bulged from his glistening, tanned body. Brian pushed the pin into the bronze tissue accompanied by Chris’ persistent cries of intense pain. His face was severely distorted but relaxed a little as the pin penetrated through and out the other side of his skin. A small amount of blood came out and slowly trickled down toward his armpit, mingling with sweat and gradually thinned out among the’silky hair. Brian left the pin in and Chris appeared a little more relaxed. Not long, however, as the same procedure was now followed on his other tit. I felt faint watching this ordeal as I knew I would receive the same treatment. Chris’ cries were reduced to muttered whimpers as Brian stood back to survey his job. “Good job,” Eric complimented him.
Brian now produced a small pair of gold rings. Opening each, he placed one on Chris’ chest while he pulled out the first pin. He then maneuvered one of the rings into and through the tiny hole in Chris’ tit, closing the ring when it was through. No sound came from Chris, but muscles twitched during the procedure. When both tits were ringed, Eric turned the crank releasing the tension on Chris’ body and unfastened the chains. Both captors helped Chris over to a spot on the floor under one of the thick cross-beams. Chris’ body was soaking wet and he let the two support his weight. His wrists were fastened by chains to the overhead beam high enough so that he was stretched out almost uncomfortably, in a spread-eagle position. He was facing the horse, probably so he wouldn’t miss my ordeal.
I was released and bound to the horse as Chris had been. As the horse rose, my body stretched more and more. My armpits grew larger and larger and streams of water flowed from them and down my arms. Brian ceased cranking and I tested to see if I could move. Only my neck could, but not enough to see what was happening. I let my head rest upside down and could see Chris just a few feet away. His head was down on his chest, which moved in and out heavily as he breathed. I knew that Eric was the one to administer my torture .
I felt the cold dab of alcohol followed by the burning hot pain of the pin on my right tit. I gritted my teeth and winced, trying to thrash around, which was completely impossible. I screamed in bitter agony as the hot pin pushed through the copper flesh, of my tit. The pain subsided only to be followed by a repeat performance on my left tit. I thought for sure I would faint. I could see Chris’ eyes staring into my own and saw the surprise on his face when Brian shouted, “Hey, look! He’s got a hard-on!” He was talking about me and I could definitely feel that he was speaking the truth. Gold rings were placed through my tits also, but were left open. The tension in my body relaxed as Brian cranked the horse back down. I was very weak and my tits had dull, almost agonizing pain. Eric and Brian helped me over to where Chris was bound arid attached me against him, our chests pressing together. The feel of his body against mine was comforting and my cock grew hard again. To my surprise, so did Chris’. Eric reached in between us and joined our rings together, closing mine. Our ankle restraints were bound together. Chris’ sweat mingled with my own and I found this a big turn-on.
I had no doubt what our next torture would be, and I don’t think Chris had any doubt either.
After several minutes, Brian appeared behind Chris. I heard Eric move into position behind me. In each of their right hands they held a cat-o-nine tails. I could see the shadow of Eric’s on the wall opposite me, and, of course, could see Brian’s clearly. I shuttered as my eyes studied the instrument. From a solid 8” handle, covered with brown leather, protruded nine rawhide tails, about ½” wide each. Each tail I guessed to be 4 or 5 feet long. Chris was shaking, as I guess was I. I watched Brian’s cat and the shadow of Eric’s as they rose up and then with long swings from powerful arms come whistling down upon our naked, unprotected bodies. Intense pain gripped us both as each tail violently lashed against our damp flesh. We both jerked into each other and sideways which caused us each to pull on the rings in our tits. This added acute pain and we both screamed loudly. Realizing what we’d done to add to our agony, I thrust my mouth to Chris and locked in a passionate french. Chris apparently got the idea and kept his mouth to mine throughout the remainder of the whipping. Our cap- tors lashed out at our outstretched bodies mercilessly, an eternity of pain from the lashes striking all over our backs, asses, and several tails wrapped around, lashing against our ribs and armpits. The whips were coated with sweat which gave them a tendency to stick to our flesh. After each lash, our torturers had to yank on their cats to bring them away from our bodies. Finally, the whipping stopped. Long, bright red, painful stripes decorated our bodies in criss-cross patterns. Chris and I hung limp in our bonds, our wrists supporting the weight of our bodies. We were released but rebound in the same position, only this time back-to-back. Brian and Eric again picked up the whips and covered our chests, stomachs and thighs with countless other lashes. After a few lashes I felt Chris’ body go limp and I followed soon after. I could see Eric’s face as he whipped me. He was obviously enjoying it immensely. The lashes continued to strike agony upon me, but there was no more strength in me. I submitted meekly and completely to the lash. The whipping finally stopped and Chris and I were left for several minutes in our whipping position. My head hung on my chest where I could see angry red, puffy lines rising from my battered flesh. I could feel Chris’ body movements as he breathed in and out deeply.
Our torturers now removed our rings from our tits and removed our restraints from the beam. We were lead over to the rack whereupon Chris was laid on it, face down. His four restraints were attached to the rack: his ankle restraints to rings at the end of the rack, his wrists to two chains which were in turn connected to the stretching device. Eric now turned the crank causing poor Chris to once more suffer stretching. Brian commanded me to lay on top of Chris as if I were going to fuck him. My restraints were attached to the rack by chains but with some slack in each. Eric told me to raise up on my arms. Doing so, he reached in and started beating me off until I was very hard. He then guided my cock into Chris’ ass and told me to lay down on him. Next, Eric commanded, ‘’Start fucking him, slave!” I did so and immediately felt the sting of a lash. Eric was whipping me with a 7 foot bullwhip. The pain was more intense than the cat, although not so widespread. The whip wrapped around me each time lashing a different part of my body. Eric kept lashing out as he continually shouted, “Fuck him, Slave!” Brian joined the chanting. An occasional lash would hit Chris who would wince violently, as much as he could. There was quite a rhythm of sounds: Chris groaning each time I thrust forward inside him; the chants of Brian and Eric; the sound of violent leather lashing against bare skin; my screams of pain each time the whip struck. Finally I was seized by orgasm and began shouting in pleasure as every drop of cum in me exploded into Chris. My body winced violently in every muscle. After all this I collapsed on Chris. The whipping stopped. We were released—when Chris was taken off the rack, a pool of cum remained where his cock had lain. He smiled, and I smiled back.
“Okay, slaves; into the house for some nursing and sleep. We’re not through. We’re going to repeat the procedure. Only difference is, you two will be the masters, and we the slaves.” Chris and I looked at each other in astonishment, then in understanding smiles. We’d both found a new method of sexual excitement, and today’s ritual would be repeated many times to come.
