This is the second half of the Beach trip....
Brian grabbed the bag of toys and asked Tom if he was coming. He only grunted and went on reading. We set off south, talking as we walked away from the car parks, and the crowds. I asked him how long it was since he'd left South Africa. He was surprised that I could detect his accent, he'd lived in the States for twenty years and thought he'd lost all trace of his origins.
"Have you always known that you were gay?" I asked.
"No, I didn't, but I guess I should have. I was married for fifteen years, have a daughter, she's nineteen now."
"Why do you say you should have known?"
"Well..." he said, "I had an uncle who... It's a long story, do want to know?" I was fascinated and said so. "You see, my parents were not well off, in fact they were bloody hard-up. This uncle, my dad's brother, had done some property dealing in Capetown, he was well off. He'd been married, had two sons, one my age, the other two years older. I never knew their mother, she was never mentioned. He built a big house in a place called Nelspruit, near the Kruger National Game Park. I spent all my vacations with them."
"I stayed in Nelspruit once," I told him. "A hotel run by two gays, they were so camp! Really nice place, small bungalows scattered across a hillside."
"Jatinga?" he asked.
"Yes...that's the name. You know it?" (I see that Jatinga now has a Website, jatinga.co.za. It seems to have changed hands, and also gone even further up-market than when I was there.)
"They're my cousins."
"You're joking!"
"No! Honest to God. Michael and Anders, right?" We went through the usual, "Isn't that amazing... What a co-incidence...Small world..." routine.
This next bit is I suppose a sidebar, you can skip ahead if you want to...
"The main building," Brian said, "Where the reception and dining room is, that was my uncle's home, the bungalows were built later."
"Well I can't say that I remember their names, but I do remember the hotel, and the river. I wandered all over the estate alone, my wife wouldn't leave the poolside chairs."
"That's where I came for the first time. It wasn't the first time I'd played with the boys, I can't remember a time when we didn't do it. Of course when we were small there was no juice to shoot, but it was good fun. But it was the first time I'd ejaculated, I was eleven at the time. Michael, the older boy, sucked the juice out of me. I was so happy, you see he'd sucked cum out of Anders a year earlier, and Anders was a few months younger than me. They'd both tried to get juice out of me many times, but I guess I was a slow starter."
"Did your uncle ever catch you?"
"Catch us? He encouraged us! We never wore clothes at Jatinga, nothing except sandals on our feet. Nor did he... Nor the house-boys, they only had house-boys, never any female staff. We only put clothes on when we went to White River, the nearest town, or back to Cape Town. He was well hung, I guess it runs in the family. When I was very small I remember thinking that his cock and balls were the biggest ones in the world." I looked at Brian's long, long dangling cock, what a family trait to inherit.
"So your uncle knew you were jerking and sucking each other off?"
"Sure! He knew everything we did. That first time I came he gave me ten Rand because it showed that I was now a man."
"What about your aunt?"
"I never met her, she'd left when the boys were small. There was never any talk about her. I thought she'd died, but later I found out that she'd left because my uncle was gay. In those days in South Africa any woman who left home had no rights at all, so she had to leave the boys."
"He was gay too? Did he fool with you kids?"
"He didn't touch us when we were small, but he did encourage us to play with each other. We used to wrestle a lot, he'd always be watching, shouting advice. Sometimes he'd join in, but he'd only tease us, never really handled us when we were little."
"But later he did?"
"Yes, when Michael was fourteen he took him camping in the Kruger. We'd been many times, the four of us, but this time it was just Michael. Anders and I were left at Jatinga with the servants. We weren't told anything, but we knew that this was something special. They were gone for a week, when they came back Michael was sort of different, more adult. It took a day or two to get out of him what had happened. His father had spent the first two nights getting him ready, a lot of massaging with fingers to stretch his hole. On the third night he was fucked for the first time. And from then until the end of the week he was fucked every night. But Michael wasn't complaining, his father had been very gentle, and he'd enjoyed it. By the time he was fucked he was ready for it."
"And did he fuck you and Anders?"
"Yes, but not then. Actually we didn't call it fucking. When Anders and I asked Michael what had happened he told us what they had done, so we always talked about being 'done'. I went back to school just after Michael was done, by the time I got back Michael was 'doing' Anders. That really pissed me off, he is younger than me, I didn't like the idea that he was more grown-up than I was. First day I was back I made sure that Michael 'did' me too. It hurt, but he wasn't fully grown then so it wasn't too bad. From then on Michael 'did' Anders and me every couple of days. Maybe once a week he'd spend the night in his dad's room, but he never told us exactly what they got up to."
"And when did your Uncle do you?"
"That was about eighteen months after Michael. I was only thirteen and a half, but I wasn't going to be back for the next vacation, I was going on a Scouts trip to the Zambesi. Because I was much younger than Michael I didn't expect anything to happen. Then ten days before I was due to leave, out of the blue Uncle Arthur asked if I'd like a few nights in the Kruger. We left that night. Spent the week in a two man tent. I was really excited as we set off because I knew what was going to happen, but when I saw his erection I got scared. I'd seen him naked all my life, but never with a hard on and he was so much bigger than Michael. It was just as Michael had told us, he was very gentle, very kind, loving. He spent two full days working on my ass preparing me and it went well."
"But you said you weren't sure you were gay. Surely you must have known by that time?"
"No! I thought that this was normal. Just what boys did, you know, until they got married." It surprised me, but I can think of no reason to believe that he wasn't telling me the truth. He had been married, for fifteen years, that's longer than many who are totally straight can say. "If your wife hadn't been with you could have got it off with the brothers," Brain asked.
"As a matter of fact I did get it off with one of them, the younger one."
"How did you pull that off?" he asked surprised.
"You know how it is in the Kruger, up very early and a siesta every afternoon. Well I never had an afternoon nap, but my wife did. So while she snoozed I looked around the estate. On the second afternoon as I made my way down to the river I passed Anders with a gang of workers telling them what he wanted done. A bit further down the hill I looked back and saw that he was coming down the path, alone. When I got to the trees in the valley I saw that he was still coming and my mind went into fantasy mode. There was a large rock outcrop at the side of the path so I climbed up on to it and sat waiting to see if he'd come by. I was wearing shorts, real short ones, with nothing underneath. When I was perched up on the rock my crotch was just about at eye level to anyone on the path. I arranged my position so that all was very much on view and waited. Actually I needn't have bothered, by the time he came down the path my fantasizing had got me hard and my cock had lifted the shorts way clear of my legs so I was totally exposed. He came right up to where I was sitting.
"Nice view..." he said looking straight at my crotch.
"Glad you like it," I said.
"Have you been down to the lake yet?" I hadn't. "Come...I'll show you...it's very secluded." He emphasized "very." I really liked that. The lake wasn't big, maybe 10 yards wide and 50 long, hidden in the trees that lined the banks of the river. It was in a world of its own, quiet, cool, seductive. "It's perfectly safe, no bilhazia." I stripped, didn't take me long as I was only wearing shorts, and it gave me time to appreciate Anders body as he stripped too. He was well hung, like Brian had said the long penis was definitely a family trait. He was just becoming aroused as he walked into the water and his cock was looking better by the second. We swam for a while then on the far side we got closer together. I reached out for his cock and was delighted to find it was hard, and a whole lot longer too. We fondled each other for a while, I hadn't been touched by a man in weeks, then he ducked down under the water and took me in his mouth. It felt so good I could have come even before he ran out of breath. When he did come up for air he pointed to the far side of the pool. "There's a nice level stretch, soft moss, want to come?"
"Yes, I do want to come, I need to come!" I followed him as we swam across the pool. Swimming naked is a real turn on, the water rushing past my cock and balls was absolutely delightful and brought back memories of that very first encounter with a man when I was surfing nude in Tangiers. The middle of the pool was in sunlight so I got glimpses of his body under the bright reflections as he swam. I slipped under water for a while, the view was so much better, his cock waggling to and fro as he took each stroke. On the far bank we walked out on to what looked like a lawn of fine, closely cut grass. We lay down in the sixty-nine position and took each other, he took all of me, I only managed a bit more than half of him without gagging. I took his balls and played with them very gently. He threw his head back letting my cock slip from his mouth.. "Oh easy...easy," he gasped. "Too much?" I asked in surprise. "Oh yeah man, balls can't take that sort of thing." "Well maybe not your balls, but mine can, I love it." I took his hand and placed it firmly on my balls. "Squeeze them...work them into a pulp...I love it!" Anders started to move my nuts in my sac, but so gently, far too gently for my liking. "Come on...do it harder, I can hardly feel that..." Anders just couldn't bring himself to work my balls, kept saying that testicles were very easily damaged and had to be treated like eggs. After a while he sat up.
"Do you like to fuck?"
"Yes I do," I replied. He rolled over on to his stomach. His buns were tanned, smooth and muscular, just perfect. My cock was slippery with pre-cum, his hole was wet too, so I slipped in without the slightest resistance, all the way. Normally when I fucked guys I'd reach under their bodies for their balls, with Anders I new I'd have to keep my hands off. However, apart from that I gave him a real good fucking, long strokes often coming right out and plunging back in deep. I'd have come before he did if I'd been able to use his nuts, as it was he came first, but he held his butt up high until I'd pumped it full of juice (this I should say happened before the days of AIDS). We lay together for the next hour or so; I told him about New York and he told me of the good times they had when all the guests were gay. Clothing was optional, which in puritanical South Africa was unheard of. He also told me about moonlight orgies that they had in and around the lake. While we were in Jatinga there was in fact a full moon, but somehow I didn't think my wife would be too pleased if I'd gone off alone in the night. We were only there for a few days and I never got the chance to check out the brother's inherited firmware but I gathered from Brian that he had the longest penis in the family.
End of the sidebar...
By this time we were on an empty stretch of beach, I was fascinated by what he was telling me, but also wishing he would stop and 'do' me. "Up here," Brian said pointing to a path heading up into the sand dunes away from the sea.
'At last,' I thought, 'anywhere will do, just get me off.' But still we didn't stop. We kept going along the path through the sand dunes. After a couple of hundred yards we came to a fence with a padlocked gate. Brian produced a key from the backpack and opened the gate. On the other side of the gate was a track obviously leading back to the main entrance to the park. I saw a notice on the gate, something like, "No access, Park Rangers and maintenance only" so I guessed that these guys were friends of the rangers. That sent a thrill through me, you know all those one-handed stories about cops, or MP's, beating up the poor defenseless gay boys? On the far side of the track was another fence which also had a locked gate. Brian opened this one too and we continued down a path through stunted pine trees until we came to a clearing. It wasn't very big, a bit bigger than a tennis court, only roughly oval. The ground was as sandy as the beach, and all around the clearing tree trunks, slim ones, had been set upright in the sand. There were some single poles, two pairs of poles had been set to form two A-frames, others looked like soccer goals. All these logs had been smoothed off a bit, not real smooth, the bark was still on them. Most of them showed distinct marks where ropes had been tied, and rubbed against the bark! In the middle of the clearing was a large log, a massive one, about ten feet long, thirty inches in diameter. This log had no bark, it was really smooth, an almost oily sheen to it as though many sweating bodies had suffered on it. At first I thought that these had all come from the trees that had been cut to make the clearing, but then I saw that they had all come from straight growing trees not the bent and twisted ones that grew here. And the big log too must have been brought here, that alone would have required some heavy machinery, my respect for these guys went up another notch. Brian dumped his backpack by one of the A-frames. "This is quite a playground," I said. Brian laughed. "I can tell you it took quite a lot of organizing. Come, take a look..." He led me around the clearing pointing out the eye-bolts set in the uprights and cross bars, told me about the special gatherings they arranged from time to time, how many guys they'd had strung up at one time, all very much a turn on for me. He was telling me about how they'd got the massive log into place when I heard the gate we'd come through slam shut. I looked around and saw what I can only describe as a gorilla leading a boy, both naked of course. The gorilla was dark: black hair, dark eyes, deeply tanned skin covered with masses of dark hair. There was hair on his chest, arms, belly, thighs, lower legs, feet, even his toes. There was a massive bush of hair around his cock, but strangely he'd shaved his balls, they were the only non-furry part of his anatomy. The boy looked very young, I'd have guessed sixteen, but since he had been shaved from head to toe perhaps he looked younger than he was. His hands were tied behind his back, the gorilla was leading him with a dog chain attached to a stretcher on his scrotum. He had a full backpack on his back, the ground was sandy, very soft and he was having trouble keeping up with the gorilla. Each time his legs slipped in the soft sand the chain jerked sharply on his balls. As they came up to us the gorilla recognized Brian. "Hey man! New piece of meat?" he asked with barely a glance at me. "Oh hi Martin! Yes, brought him to see the playground." For a moment I wondered if Brian had planned to meet up with this guy and that's why we'd walked so far. "Just for looking at? Or to play with?" asked ape-man. "Oh no, we can play with him." 'We?!' I thought. 'We? Does he think I'm his to lend to this gorilla?' But I said nothing. Brian and the ape chatted for a while, mostly wondering why no others had turned up. Whilst they talked ape-man reached out with one hand and squeezed my balls between his thumb and fingers, just exactly the way you might squeeze a plum in a supermarket to see if it was ripe. I didn't like the look of this guy, but still it gave me a thrill. Am I weird or what? Meanwhile the boy was standing about three feet from us, absolutely still, head down staring at the sand by his feet. After a while he patted the log we were standing beside. "You using this right now?" he asked. "No, you go ahead, I'll come back to it." It was all so natural, like, "Is this table taken?" or "Is any body using this seat?" It was surreal. Ape-man jerked the chain he was holding, the boy jolted. "Turn!" he barked. The boy turned, his wrists were released from the cuffs and the back-pack taken off. "Get down!" said the ape pointing at the log. The boy seemed to know exactly what he had to do. He lay face down on the log, his butt at one end, his legs straddling it, arms down at each side. The ape cleared away the sand from around the bottom of the log to reveal a row or ring-bolts screwed into the wood. Whilst the boy was being tied to the log Brian pointed to a couple of upright poles about in line with the middle of the log and about eight feet to one side. "Here boy," he said, "this'll do for a start." Brian reached into his pack and pulled out some ropes. My ankles were tied to ring-bolts at the base of each upright, my wrists to others just above shoulder height. It felt good. 'At last!' I thought. 'Beat my balls, do what you want, just get me off!' I looked down at my body, I'd never seen my cock was so swollen, fat and ugly I'd have to say. And my balls too, as big as duck eggs. The ring was now so tight I was seriously beginning to wonder if it would come off even after I'd come. I've heard of guys having to go to hospitals to have "things" cut off their genitals or pulled out of their ass holes...I surely didn't want that! The boy lying tight against the log had his head turned towards us, but he didn't seem to be aware of us, at least his eyes never made contact with mine, not even briefly. Just as Brian got me secured the ape-man struck, not me, the boy on the log. There was no warm up, no teasing with the four foot long whip, he just laid hard it across the buns. I saw the boy stiffen, a grimace on his face, he made no sound. It brought back memories of being caned in school. Those memories were not pleasant, extreme pain, massive bruising that lasted weeks, but watching the boy being whipped in a sexual context was a hell of a turn on. Brian obviously thought so too because he didn't start to torture me, just stood beside me watching the action, playing with my cock and balls. The top laid six strokes across the pale-skinned butt, six dark red lines, then he put the whip back in the pack and took out another much longer whip. This was a serious whip, a bullwhip about eight feet long. I'd seen one coiled up on Tom's coffee table that very first time I'd gone to his apartment. I'd seen the one that Paul carried in his bag of torture toys. Both times my blood had run cold, I just couldn't believe that any bottom would take that sort of whipping. Well I was about to watch it happen. To my surprise the top moved around to stand about three feet from the boy's head. He let the end of the whip drop as he raised his arm above his head, still the tip was in the sand. "Spread them!" he barked at the boy. There was no way he could spread anything, his arms were stretched out, wrists attached to ring bolts way out beyond his head, his ankles were attached to ones at either side of the end of the log, and his knees were also tied down to rings about in line with his hips. He was trussed like a chicken on a spit. "Now don't move a muscle or I'll start over! You hear boy?" As the boy waited his eyes shut, his muscles were visibly taught, in his thighs, calves and arms they were like ropes, but if they were tight before the first stroke they absolutely went into spasm as the whip struck straight down the crack of his ass. From where I was tied I couldn't see exactly how far down between his legs the tip of the whip was reaching, but it certainly looked as though it must be cracking down on the back of the scrotum. He didn't buck or struggle, didn't let out a sound. "Good boy...That was so good...You're pleasing your master...I like that...You're doing good...Just take the rest of the beating like that boy..." The top's cock had been only slightly swollen when he'd been laying the first stroke across the boy's butt, now it was really erect, and dripping too. "Isn't that beautiful?" Brian whispered in my ear. 'Beautiful?' I thought. 'I can't believe this!' The top took his time to savour the sight of the boy struggling to absorb the pain, he was in no hurry. The next stroke cracked down on the boy. Again his muscles stiffened into ropes, still he was silent, not even a gasp. "Oh God this is so good," Brian whispered. Then to my horror he added, "You want it too don't you?" He'd been rubbing his thumb over the end of my cock, there was no point in denying that I was turned on, the pre-cum was flowing steadily, but I absolutely did not want what the boy was getting "Will you let me whip you? Like this?" He had to be kidding, but I could see in his eyes he wasn't. "I couldn't...No way...absolutely no way." I tried to make it clear, this wasn't for me. Brian didn't take no for an answer. "You took a good whipping the other night. You wanted it," he said earnestly. "But not this," I insisted. I knew I wasn't convincing Brian because I wasn't convincing myself. "Anyway," I said, "you can't use a whip on these..." I looked down at my very tightly bound cock and balls. "They'd split open." It was so obvious to me, it was the end of the matter. "I can get it off." Brian simply wouldn't let it go. "You can't, not without bringing me off first...and then I wouldn't want it." As soon as the words passed my lips I knew that that could be interpreted as, 'If it wasn't for this ring then I'd agree...' or, 'If you could get this ring off without me coming I'd take it...' I hoped Brian wouldn't notice. All this time Brian's eyes were locked on to the boy on the log absorbing his every grimace. "So you do want it. If I can get it off will you let me whip you?" "It's never going to come off, not until I come, maybe not even then!" I was getting desperate., Brian was still stroking my cock and balls spreading pre-cum all over them. "But if I do? Then will you let me?" I had to change tack. "I'm flying home tomorrow night... my wife will see the marks...we shower together...I sleep naked," I said "There'll be no visible marks. I'll lay it right down the crack. Believe me...I've been using samboks since I was a child. She'll see nothing." The third stroke stopped the conversation briefly. The boy did let out a gasp, but very quietly, the air expelled through a wide open mouth made very little sound. "But that thing would cut me to ribbons, I couldn't take it." "No, it won't," he said, then reached into his backpack and pulled out his bull-whip. "Look... This one's made of antelope, see how thin the leather thongs are." He held it up in front of my eyes. It was made of dozens of strips, each no thicker than string. "And feel how soft it is..." He brushed it against my face. It was very soft, as soft as a fine leather glove. "And there are no knots at the end, it's the knots that do damage. See...this one's been bound, with silk thread, so the ends are soft. Feel it!" He brushed the tips of the whip against my cheek. I didn't know if what he was telling me was the whole truth. The boy had taken a hell of a lashing, and as far as I could see he hadn't been cut. Brian moved the soft tips from my cheek to my other cheeks. "I know you find this difficult to believe, but this thing will turn you on so hard you'll be on a high for days. You'll come like you never came before, and still you'll be hot. Believe me. Now, let's get this thing off," Brian said stepping in front of me. I looked down at my crotch, my cock was so swollen, fatter than I'd ever imagined it could be. It didn't even look like my cock, it was ugly, fat and lumpy. "It's just not going to happen," I said. "I'll show you." Without waiting another moment Brian wrapped his right fist around the shaft of my penis, well up the shaft so that the head was in his grasp. Then wrapping his other hand around his clenched fist he squeezed with all his strength. It felt like the head would split open. I let out a yell, then immediately felt ashamed, the boy had taken so much more without a murmur. After an eternity of pain in my penis Brian released it, hooked his fingers behind the back of the ring, placed both thumbs on the front of my left testicle and pressed down hard, very, very hard. I didn't see the fourth stroke, my eyes were tightly shut as the pain in my nut reached screaming pitch, but I did hear a little crying sound forced from the boy's lips. I felt my ball being extruded through the tightly packed metal ring. I couldn't breathe, couldn't even scream, then the testicle popped through. My whole body jolted, it felt like I'd been kicked by a horse. When I opened my eyes Brian was smiling broadly, the ape-man was kneeling beside the boy smothering his back, ass and thighs with kisses. Clearly they were both well pleased. "Didn't I tell you? Popped out no trouble at all!" 'No trouble for you!' I thought. But I didn't have time to say anything because Brian had both thumbs on my other nut. The second one popped through a bit quicker, but it didn't feel any less painful because the left one was still in agony. "Now...four strokes," I could see that Brian was really turned on, his eyes were burning into mine. "Four? No way! No, no, no, no. One...just one!" I said emphatically. I was still trying to keep some control. "But one is nothing! It'd be over in a flash." One didn't seem like nothing to me, then I remembered the letters that Paul used to write. 'You must not try to control the scene,' he written over and over again. 'The top has to be in command, the bottom has to take the pain. If you don't trust the top you shouldn't be with him...' And on and on. "Look at the boy!" Brian said. "He's just a child...he took four. Look at him now!" I did. The top was securing him to upright poles just the way I was secured, and his cock was sticking up at forty-five degrees, rigid, begging for more. What could I say, I'd been completely out maneuvered. "Two...I'll take two..." "No it's got to be four," Brian insisted. With Paul's words ringing in my head I gave in. "But no marks! You promise?" Brian was already releasing my wrists as he promised. "It's not as bad as it looks. It's sharp, but very short." He was leading me forward like a child towards the log. "Get down on it, just like the boy." I did, and there was something really, really exciting about lying down where that young guy had just taken his beating. The surface of the log felt warm, I fancied it was from his body although in truth it was probably the sun that had kept it hot. Brian lined me up so that my butt was right at the end of the log then tied my wrists to the bolts at the front, way out as far as I could reach. Next he had me bend my knees so that my ankles were right beneath my hips, finally tied my knees so that I couldn't straighten my legs. When I felt his hands reach under my body between my legs I knew he was going to pull my cock and balls out into the open. I opened my mouth to object, then felt his lips kissing my cock and balls. There was no way of backing out now, I said nothing. .. "You'll be so turned on you won't feel pain, and you'll come like you never came before. Believe me." Again he kissed me all over. As I waited with my ass spread wide I could feel the heat of the sun on my cock that was sticking straight down against the log, and on the back of my balls, and my sphincter. It was hot in there already, but it was going to get a lot hotter. What did it feel like at that moment? Fucking marvelous. Brian moved around the log close to my head. His hand stroked my cheeks, then I saw him bend down to pick up the whip, then he disappeared from view. I expected the sting, it didn't come. After what seemed the longest time the whip touched the back of my balls. Just brushed against my scrotum, but I was so tense my body twitched.
"It's alright...relax...it'll be very good for you..." Brian's voice was soothing. The leather serpent slid up the crack in my ass. Then it slithered down. Up, down, up, down. God it was beautiful! Have you ever had a whip drawn up through your crack like this before being whipped? Stroking your balls, licking at your hole? If you haven't I cannot begin to describe how good it feels. I had planned to hold still, show no emotion. I couldn't do it. As the snake slid up my crack for the third time I started to writhe and moan. The sensual caressing went on and on. Inside my head I was screaming for him to strike. I was psyched up, ready, if it was going to happen I wanted it NOW! At long last Brian moved around to stand at the other end of the log, the end nearest my head. I shut my eyes, I knew he was taking aim, still he made me wait for it.
The first slash was much worse, and much better than I had expected. From the base of my spine down to the back of my scrotum was a searing line of fire. Tears were forced from my eyes. I kept my ass open, but only because I was paralyzed. "Oh yes...That's so good, hold it open for me." I knew he was pleased. Thankfully he didn't keep me waiting as long as Martin had made the boy wait. The next stroke seemed to explode on my balls. Exactly how Brian controlled the whip I cannot say, there must be some way of flicking it as the stroke is delivered.
"Ahiiieee!" It burst out of me, and told Brian everything he wanted to know. My cheeks had clamped shut involuntarily, but I opened up again immediately. "Oh YES! Didn't I tell you? You want more, don't you? Tell me...ask for it!" I looked up as he spoke and I could see that he was really pleased, but I couldn't speak, not a word, couldn't even have asked him to stop. Brian must have waited two or three minutes, maybe even longer, just watching me. I was shivering, tension and fear I suppose, then, quite suddenly a calm came over me. It was as though I'd slipped through the pain barrier, but in the past that had only happened to me when I was being tortured, not when I was resting. Now, suddenly, I just knew I could take it. "Yes Sir," I said, "Two more Sir." I really believe that this happened because we had started out as two guys walking along a beach, one who just happened to be a top, the other a bottom. But now we'd slipped into a Master/Slave relationship. Up until this point I had been "with" Brian, but not his slave. Now I had submitted, I had surrendered completely. Again Brian kissed me and I responded more strongly than I had before. I took two more, solid hits right on the back of the testicles. Yes it hurt, both deep in my body and in my balls which now felt as though they were the size of grapefruit, or melons even. But I was so high on adrenaline and dopamine that I almost asked for more. Brian was kissing my back from my neck all the way down to my butt. The crease in my ass felt as though it had been sliced with a knife, my balls were still pumping out pain like the ringing of a huge bell that goes on and on after the clapper has struck. Then I felt his hand on my balls. "My Lord! Oh my God!" he exclaimed. That set alarm bells ringing. 'What's happened? What has he done? What have I done?' These questions and regrets were streaming through my mind. "Look at these... Martin! Come feel these!" he called. I was wondering if the skin had split open, trying to make out if they were slippery with blood, but I didn't dare ask. I felt more fingers on my balls. "Man!" I heard Martin exclaim. "That's fantastic! I never saw that before!" "Me neither," Brian agreed. "What's happened?" I asked nervously. "God! They're like rocks!" Martin enthused. They didn't feel as though there was any blood, they weren't slippery. I felt a tiny bit less scared "I've read about balls going into spasm, been told about it, but never saw it before." Brian was obviously thrilled, clearly he wasn't dismayed, maybe that made it seem a bit less worrying. "What's happened... Can I see?" I asked from down on the log. The two of them quickly released my arms and I reached for my balls even before my legs were freed. They were rock hard. I don't mean very firm, or sort of hard, they felt like two walnuts in the sac. Now I felt sick, it must have shown on my face. "No... It's alright..." They both started to reassure me, both still thrilled. "They'll relax in a few minutes, nothing to worry about, no harm done...really." When I sat up and got a look at them they were swollen, but then they'd been swollen even before the whipping. Then I noticed the black mark on the side of my cock. I turned it over, what a ghastly sight it was. Black blotches all up the length from the base to the head, and I do mean black, not dark red, not purple, jet black! "What the shit!" I exclaimed, I couldn't believe what I was looking at. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. It's just blood, it'll soon clear away," was Brian's opinion. Martin agreed. "But I'm going home tomorrow. We shower together! I sleep naked! There's no way my wife won't see this!" I don't know if I was more angry with Brian than I was with myself for being so fucking stupid. "Just jerk yourself off ," Martin suggested, "that'll shift it in no time." "Hey you could get one of the stewardesses to suck you off on the flight home. Is there space for her to kneel in front of you as you're flying the plane?" I didn't think it was funny. Then Martin had an idea. "Bring him off while his nuts are still in spasm. It'll shift some of the blood too." I'd lost interest in coming, didn't think I could, but the two of them laid me on my back on the log and proceeded to secure me again. I felt so sick I didn't put up any resistance, all I was thinking was how I was going to be able to prevent my wife seeing me naked for the next few weeks and I knew that wasn't going to be possible. However, once I was stretched out with two pair of hands working on me, my cock and balls soon responded. I'd been desperate to come for the last hour or more and it didn't take long before I felt my balls tightening up. You know that wonderful feeling when you know that you're about to ejaculate, the tingling in your balls, the ultra sensitivity in your penis? For me that only lasts for a few seconds before I come, but this time I swear I felt every last little sperm cell squeeze its way out of the testicle, the normal sensations were magnified by ten, and best of all it just kept building up and up for the longest time. When I ejaculated the semen sprayed out, nothing like the usual gobs of goo splattering down, just fine drops landing all over my chest, neck and even as far as my face. A few moments later I felt more semen landing on my stomach and chest, and then another lot. When I opened my eyes there were two very happy looking tops standing on either of me. I just wished I'd felt as happy as they looked. After they released me again Brian suggested we go back to the sea to clean off. The first step I took brought a new problem. My ass felt like a knife had sliced up the length of my crease. The pain was so sharp I gasped and sat back down. More unhappy thoughts flooded my mind, we were a long way from where we'd left Tom, and even further from the car. "What's the problem?" Brian asked. I told him exactly what the problem was. "I've got something for that," he said cheerfully. 'Jesus!' I thought, 'he doesn't get it. My ass has been split open, but he's got something to fix it. Super glue?' Brian was delving in the bag again, he produced a tube, like a toothpaste tube, white plastic, no name, no writing at all. "It's made up for us, one of our regulars at the Club is a pharmacist. It's essentially Novocain, same as dentists use, but in a topical form. Turn over, lean over the log." I was suspicious, but there really wasn't much choice. I felt the cream being laid in a line down the crack, then Brian's finger slide down the length, and as his finger moved it seemed to wipe out the stinging pain, like an eraser wiping out a pencil line. Within a minute there was no pain, none at all. "Now, has that hit the spot?" he asked. Reluctantly I had to admit that the effect was amazing. As we left the enclosure Martin was telling the young boy that he was going to make his balls go into spasm too one day, I can't say that the boy looked entirely happy about it. The water was cold, surprisingly so considering that this was towards the end of a long, hot summer. What a difference it made to the size of my cock, it shrank from fat and lumpy to very short and lumpy in just a few seconds. The black blotches didn't disappear, however as my dick shrank they too were smaller. As we walked back along the beach Brian talked non stop, alternating between stories about his cousins in Jatinga and going into rhapsodies about my balls in spasm. I didn't have a lot to say, I was thinking of how I'd avoid being naked around my wife for however long my bruised cock took to recover. Diarrhea was my best hope I decided. I'd say it came on during the flight home, that would give me a couple of days, and it would enable me to rush off to the bathroom, and take a shower on my own too. Then maybe I'd feel pretty weak for a couple more days, and then I'd be going off again. That just left the problem of getting into bed, naked, but I could either go to bed early because I felt lousy, or late because I might need to go to the toilet again. It wasn't a great plan, just the only plan I could come up with. When we got back to the part of the beach where we'd left Tom I looking out for a single figure, didn't see him until we were quite close mainly because he wasn't alone. As we came closer I saw that he had a very good looking young guy on the rug with him, and I do mean gorgeous, short, curly, dark hair, blue-green eyes, all-over tanned and trim body with lovely gear too. I'll admit to a pang of jealousy. He was introduced as Andy, although Tom didn't explain how they came to be together it became obvious that Tom had already invited him to come back to his apartment that night. He tried to convince Brian to come back into Manhattan too for a foursome, but Brian had an early start the next morning and didn't want to be out late. I wasn't really in the mood for more punishment, but wasn't sure how I'd get out of it if I rode back into town with the two of them. We'd been sitting on the mat for a few minutes before Tom noticed the black marks on my cock. "Oh? Been having some fun?" he asked turning my cock over. "You could say that...took him to the enclosure," Brian answered with a broad smile. "You should have come..." "Hmmm, and what made these?" Tom asked. "The sambok...and that's not the best of it either!" Brian said obviously bursting to tell all. "His balls went into spasm...rock hard. You ever seen that? Ever had it happen to you?" "Nope, never did," Tom said looking at me intensely. "Bullwhipping eh? You've come a long way boy!" I wondered if he'd remembered the first time I'd gone to his apartment and quailed at the sight of the whips lying across his coffee table. "I'm going home tomorrow," I said to inject some reality. I didn't want to get into any further talk about bullwhips, especially didn't want Tom to ask if he could use one on me. "How long do you reckon it'll take for these marks to fade?" "Depends how often you jerk off. If you just keep pumping on your cock they'll fade in a day or two. It's just blood, it'll clear if you work at it." With this he took hold of my cock and started pulling it, he couldn't pump it because it was soft so he just pulled like he was milking a cow. Andy was kneeling watching. I saw his cock begin to stir. Looking at his lovely cock stretching made mine stir. It was like we were playing to each other, as his grew mine grew, quite soon I was hard and so was Andy. Tom was getting more enthusiastic "A few hours of this and the marks will be gone. Of course it'll strip the skin off!" He laughed heartily at this. "Yes, well maybe I'll do it later," I said breaking free from Tom's grasp. I'm sure he wouldn't have let me turn away but for the fact that as I turned he saw Andy's beautiful, curving penis and he switched his attention to the boy. I don't know if it was imagination, or the fact that I was getting used to the discolouration, but by this time the black didn't seem to be so black, more of a dark purple. That revived a small glimmer of hope. When it was time to leave the beach I realized that Andy was actually going to be riding in the Jag with us. I never did find out how he arrived, with friends I guess, but Tom clearly had high hopes for the evening. Now the Jag is a 2+2, the rear seats are really only big enough for kids, it was going to be a neat fit. Once we'd gathered up all the stuff we set off, naked, by this time I was past worrying. When we reached the parking lot I saw that quite a few gay guys were walking back to their cars naked so that's what we did. Brian had been in the back coming to the beach, but he'd sat sideways across two seats. Clearly there wasn't going to be room for him in the back going home, so Andy and I shoehorned ourselves in. With the two front seats moved forward some we just had room for our feet, but it was very much a body-contact ride back to Elizabeth, NJ. There were no incidents on the way, Tom couldn't exceed the speed limits, the traffic was too heavy, that was a great relief. Getting out at Brian's house we were almost hidden from the neighbours, just a few feet of the drive was exposed. Having been naked all day, and no worries on the ride back, I'd pretty much relaxed, still that short distance into the house made me feel terribly naked all over again. Brian had left a meal in the oven, and as I discovered he's a very good cook too. While we ate Tom continued to badger him to come back to the city, but he wouldn't budge. I wasn't all that keen on riding back into Manhattan with Tom and Andy, we were still naked, and knowing Tom as I did I was sure he'd make us ride naked too. It was dark by this time, but it would be as bright as day at the toll booths at the tunnel, and bright too going up the avenues to 43rd Street where Tom lived. I reckoned I'd taken chances enough for one day, didn't want to push my luck any further. Besides, watching Tom as we ate it was pretty obvious that he was deeply in lust with young Andy. I didn't know if he planned to work on the boy or simply get him into bed to fuck him, either way I felt I'd literally be a spare prick, so when Brian suggested that I stayed on with him for a while and he'd give me a ride to the railroad station I was happy to go along with it. As I suspected Tom didn't try to persuade me to come along, and Andy wasn't allowed his shorts when they set off. I wondered how he'd fare when they got to the parking garage where Tom kept the car. After they'd gone Brian put on a video. It was taken at the Hellfire meeting, the same one that I'd seen in the photographs he and Tom had been so thrilled with that afternoon. When it got to the mummification, wrapping the two guys in bandages and plaster, I didn't want to see any more. The photos had been too much for me, and although Brian tried to point out that the guys were submitting very willingly I didn't want to know. Reluctantly he put on another tape, still BDSM, but there was a story line, the quality was good too, and nothing too violent. Curiously it was more believable than the real true-life video from the Hellfire Club. Watching the video got my cock stirring again. Brian was delighted. "Come with me..." he said when the tape finished. He led me down some stairs into his basement, his dungeon. It was spectacular, dozens of toys all hanging from rows of hooks, everything neat, aligned, steel gleaming, black leather glistening. I was impressed, that pleased him too. In the middle of the room there was a wooden structure, Y-shaped with a cross bar is as close as I can describe it. Clearly it was his torture table. The top was padded, black leather, at the ends or the Y and the cross piece there were broad leather straps. The sight was a real turn-on, even though I knew I couldn't do it justice that night. I started to tell Brian that I was all through, that I couldn't give or take any more. But he has a way of insinuating ideas into closed minds, no hard sell, no pushing, not even making me feel that I owed it to him. He just stood by the contraption, stroked the black leather top, tightened up and released the straps, all the while asking me how it would feel to be strapped down with my legs spread wide. "Besides..." he continued, "it'll help with those marks...you know it will." I told him that there was absolutely no way that I'd be able to take any more punishment, that I'd not be able to come again and on and on. Then he dropped the clincher. "It's brand new, just had it made, no one has ever been on it. Please let me see you on it. Please! I don't need to work on you... Don't care if you don't come... Just want to strap you down, see how it looks..." So once again I was strapped down, and it felt food, and it showed. Brian started very gently, just teasing. Soon I was wanting more, and harder, and before long we were both into it again. I even managed to produce a respectable shot of semen which surprised me and pleased Brian. After showering together he rubbed some more of the cream into my crease and gave me the tube to take with me. He gave me a ride to the station for the short ride back into the city and we parted promising to do it all again soon. Back in my room I stripped and examined myself. To my delight the dark purple marks had faded further, they were still purple, but definitely they'd faded a lot since I'd first seen them after the whipping. And over the next 24 hours they continued to fade, by the time my wife and I had a shower together the following day they would have been visible if she'd turned my cock over and examined the under side, but she had other things on her mind. So did I as I fucked her.