He turned to Mikail and Hank, "Okay, take off the clothespins, unhook him and get the restraints and gag off of him. Then when you have shaken off the pain, Hank, I want you to put Mikail into the restraints, with a new gag, and hook him up." He smiled and said, "And Hank, there is some water there if you need it. I don't want you getting dehydrated."
He looked at me, "Ready for round two?"
What the fuck had I gotten myself into this time? I started worrying about how long this session was going to go on, and what was he going to do to us. Oh shit!
Before I could brace myself for what was to come next, he put a blindfold on me. In one sense it scared the shit out of me, but on another it got me so turned on. I was in the ultimate on display, and not knowing who or what was watching. It made my mind go wild with the possibilities. My cock swelled, and at that moment I felt something being rubbed along my shaft and the around my ball sack.
I got a whiff of the wintergreen smell and knew that I was now going to experience Bengay. I tensed up, trying to anticipate what was going to happen. I had nothing to prepare me for what hit me. Heat blossomed along my cock and balls. The heat intensified, and I thought I was going to pass out. My cock swelled despite the heat. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it expand and respond to the heat.
I know knew why Hank had tensed up so much. I was doing the same, standing on my toes to try to get away from the heat. I was panting around the gag as Hank had, and felt that I was pouring out sweat. I know that my eyes watered, and every muscle was stressed as I fought the heat burning my balls and shaft.
"Relax and breathe through it," I heard whispered in my ear. I felt that if I relaxed, it would consume me more. But I followed instructions and relaxed, and tried to breathe deeply. It did lessen the intensity a bit, and I was better able to tolerate it. The burn increased to a point that I thought I wouldn't be able to stand, but then it began to taper off.
I hung there, breathing deeply, until it was down to a cool burn. I felt my balls being manipulated again, and more weight was being applied, and my balls were being pulled down. There were two sensations that hit almost simultaneously: the dull pain that began in my balls and went to the pit of my stomach, like getting kicked in the balls, but slowly, and then a reigniting of the heat, as pressure was applied to my balls.
I moaned around the gag and wanted to pull my knees up and hold my nuts; both were impossible in the current situation. I felt my dick deflate and the ache in my balls swell. Then the pressure was released from my balls, and I breathed again around the gag to allow the pain to ease in my stomach.
The blindfold was removed and Thomas was saying, "Some great shots. The lights and shadows playing over your body as you flexed and tensed your muscles. And the fact that you are shaved only made the contrasts very dramatic." He patted me on the shoulder. Then he removed the gag and said, "Relax, breathe, and you can watch what goes on next."
I looked over and saw that Mikail was now restrained between floor and ceiling, and Hank was standing beside him. Mikail's cock had not softened, and stood thick and rigid, pointing towards the ceiling. His gag was in place, but I saw what I thought was fear in his eyes. He was looking around the room, looking at Thomas and then to Hank. His dark hair was lit by the lights in such a manner as to create a dramatic difference between his pale skin and dark black hair.
I could see that the hair in his armpits was wet with sweat. And I saw a trickle of it running down his side. I saw him shiver, then and wondered what he was thinking. Thomas walked over to Hank and whispered in his ear. Hank nodded his head.
Thomas walked in front of Mikail and started setting up the camera, focusing on his face. Mikail was watching him with great intensity. Hank had moved up behind Mikail. I didn't see what he had, but I watched Mikail's face.
Suddenly, his eyes and mouth opened, and he tried to scream around the gag. I saw him rise up on his toes and lean as far forward as possible. Then I managed to see Hank's hand at his ass. He moved his hand back, and I saw the end of a dildo in his hand. He was forcing it once again into Mikail's ass, and once again Mikail stretched out away from the invasion in his ass. I wondered what the size was, and wondered if it was similar in size to his own cock.
Thomas was getting great shots of the tension and expressions that Mikail was exhibiting. After the third or fourth thrust, Mikail began to moan around his gag. Was it because the pain was getting worse, or because he was beginning to like it?
Hank continued to pump the dildo in and out, establishing a short stroke rhythm. Mikail's cock began to drip, and then a shiver ran the length of his body.
Thomas put down his camera after a couple more shots. He had Hank unclip Mikail's hands and wrists.
Then he moved Mikail over to a leather bench, and had him bend over the bench. And then he strapped his hands out and down, and spread his legs and clipped those in together. Thomas again whispered to Hank. Hank nodded.
He moved up behind Mikail, held onto his Mikail's hips, and pushed his cock deep into him, all the way in. Mikail groaned around his gag again. Hank pumped long strokes in and out.
Thomas took several shots of Mikail, and then stepped up and removed the gag. Mikail moaned and then said, "Yes, please! More! Harder! Please!"
Hank obliged him, and started thrusting harder and faster into Mikail's ass. He really began to pound his ass with force, slamming into him with each thrust. I could hear Hank's balls slapping against Mikail's with each inward thrust.
Mikail began to grunt in time with the thrusts, and Hank gripped his hips tightly as he worked on increasing the tempo even more. Thomas was busy getting shots from various angles, and the lighting again dramatized the scene, making it stark and harsh. The black leather, the black hair of Mikail, and the patterned hair of Hank, and paleness of the skin all created a tableau that would be incredible in black and white.
I heard Hank begin to moan, and knew that meant he was rushing to the edge. I had heard it often enough now, that I could recognize it. But then overlying that I heard another moan building as well. It was Mikail. Together, the two of them made a duet of lust and sex as Hank closed his eyes and tensed his ass as he penetrated Mikail faster and faster.
Mikail's muscles stood out, as well, on his ass and legs. His groans turned to a whimper, and then a groan of yes, that built until both were practically screaming it. I knew that Hank was filling up Mikail, and figured that Mikail had to be cumming at the same time. Thomas was getting shot after shot of the expressions on their face, and then of the muscles on their backs, legs, arms and everywhere.
I was so turned on by what I had seen, I knew that I was dripping, and so close to the edge myself. I trembled in the restraints and shut my eyes for a moment. I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of that. I knew what it felt like to have Hank fuck me so hard I came, and then to feel him filling me up with hot cum. I wanted it badly!
I focused on the sounds I was hearing. At first I thought it was panting, but then I realized it was a stuttering cry and it was coming from Mikail. Thomas was shooting again, getting shots of Mikail's face.
"No. Please, no more." Mikail begged. I was shocked. This was the guy I had thought was so tough, begging for it to stop.
Hank slid out of his ass as Thomas caught it all on film - the slick cock pulling out of Mikail's ass, and then the cum dripping out of his hole. And a gasp escaped Mikail's lips then, as if he didn't want it to be removed.
Thomas walked over to the table, picked up a large butt plug, stood behind Mikail, and slid it in. Mikail's hole closed tight around the small diameter still sticking out of his ass, so only the base remained outside. He sighed and then whimpered again, and a whispered, "Yes," escaped with it.
Thomas left Mikail that way and moved over to me. He released me from the X and had Hank take up my spot, but facing the wood. I hadn't realized that the construction permitted his cock to jut between the cross pieces without touching anything, thus keeping it from being pressed against the wood.
I rubbed my wrists as Thomas put the compliant Hank into position. He once again placed a gag in Hank's mouth. And again, Hank winked at me. I didn't know what was in store and I was worried again, but I was so caught up in the thrall of what was going on that I wondered what was next, and what was I going to get to do.
My cock was straining and wanting release. I left like there was a live electrical wire running up and down my spine, like I was charged or something. I was on edge, and found that I was bouncing around on the balls of my feet.
Thomas handed me a leather crop and told me to use it on Hank's ass. That sobered me for a bit. I didn't want to hurt Hank, but I wanted to try it as well. I wanted to do it on Mikail's ass. I wanted to punish him for enjoying Hank so much!
I started seeing that in my mind and I wanted to do it. I lashed out and swatted Hank's ass. His whole body went rigid and he strained on the wooden X. Oh shit! I wanted to go to him and tell him I was sorry.
Thomas told me to do it again. I hesitated and he said, "Do it. He knows what is coming. He is okay with it. He wants you to do it." I looked at Hank. He looked back over his shoulder at me, winked, and nodded for me to proceed.
I lifted the crop and swung it again. Again, he pulled against the restraint. "Again," Thomas said from behind his camera. Once more I did it and once more Hank tensed and pulled against his restraints and grunted around his gag. I heard him panting through the pain.
I couldn't do any more. I wouldn't do any more. "No, I won't do any more. It doesn't matter what you say or what he says. I will not hurt him any more."
"In that case, I will just release Mikail and have him do it," Thomas said. He wiped the sweat off of his brow and looked between us.
"No!" I thought quickly and in a panic. I didn't want that to happen. "No, let Mikail use it on me." I swallowed and said again, "Me, if you need to get these pictures; then use me." A shudder ran through me again, "But don't hurt Hank any more!"
"Bravo!" Thomas said. "I haven't ever had anyone refuse to do whatever I said, no matter how much it hurt the other person." He smiled. "Congratulations, Kyle, I think you might be better than the average human!" He clapped me on the shoulder then.
He thought for a moment and then said, "I think we are just about down for the night, but I think you deserve a reward and I think that it will satisfy several needs."
He motioned me over behind Mikail. He pulled the butt plug out and Mikail whimpered again. Thomas motioned for me to move up and I slid my eager shaft home. I felt Mikail clamp down on my shaft and together we moaned as I settled all the way in and against him.
I held his hips and gently slid in and out, enjoying the feel of his hot hole on my cock. I did this several times and felt the bump of his prostate and I slid past it. Mikail moaned as I rubbed over it, but then I heard him whisper, "Harder."
I pushed in a bit faster then, and he responded with a grunt of satisfaction. I pulled out and pushed in faster and harder. He was so tight around my cock, that I knew I wasn't going to last too long. I was too on edge.
"Harder! Fuck Me! Harder!" he was demanding, as I began to pound and speed up. I got lost in that fog again. Lust took over and I began to furiously work on his ass. I was standing on my toes and pulling his ass onto my cock as much as I was thrusting into him. I had my teeth clenched, and sucked breath through them.
Then I felt the train approaching. That blast of sensation as it rushes towards you, and I knew it was going to overpower me and drive me on and on. All else was blotted out, and I saw this red haze deepen as I neared the edge. And, Oh Fuck! There it was!
I pushed deep into him with the first blaslt and then again and again, grunting each time I buried myself to the hilt, injecting him with my hot cum. My cock spasmed in his hole once more, and then I fell exhausted across his back.
I lay there panting for a bit, and I felt him breathing in ragged breaths below me, and felt his rapid heartbeat through my chest. I reached under his chest and found his nipples and twisted them. I don't know why; it was the moment. But he groaned, and his ass tightened around my cock, milking it.
I came back to reality with a shock. I looked back on what I had done. I had become an animal, caught up in the blood lust of the moment, devouring Mikail. Was this me? Shit! I had never felt that way before! Sure, I had been caught up in the fog of lust before, but this had been different. I had gone wild!
I didn't know if I liked this part of me. I pulled out of Mikail and came and stood behind him, my hand on his back, "You okay?"
He nodded, still panting and once again a "Yes," came out in a whisper. I patted his back again, trying to soothe him. I heard a sob escape him then. Hank came over and took me in his arms and hugged me. It didn't register until later that Thomas was still taking pictures. Hank moved back a bit, looked me in the face, and then kissed me.
Then we unclipped Mikail and hugged him as well. He hugged back and kissed us each tenderly on the lips. Then he shook his head and stood up.
We all looked at Thomas. "Well, I think that should do it for the evening. That was one hell of a photo shoot!" He laughed and said, "No, I think that was one fucking hell of a photo shoot!'
He grabbed our robes and tossed them to us, but we just draped them over our arms and followed him to the office door. He unlocked it and let us through, turning on the lights. "You guys worked well together." He paused and then added, "I am going to suggest a special photo session for the advanced class." He smiled. "It looks like Kyle is about ready for a touch up on his shave job, and I think that some shaving shots would create all kinds of shots of texture and form. And I think that Mikail would make a great before set, and then we can get shots of him being shaved as well."
He turned and walked back to the door thinking out loud. "I can see various kinds of hands in the frame holding the razor, a straight razor. Women's hands, black hands, delicate hands, rough hands, men's hands. Maybe we could get a child's hand. No, they probably wouldn't allow a child to shave a nude man. Hmmm, maybe one of the students has small child-like hands."
He stopped at the door, imaging the shots, "Imagine the razor in conjunction with various body parts, shaving around a nipple, across the crinkled skin of the scrotum, around the curve of the buttocks, or around the base of a penis. Oh, and along the underarm. Yea! I can see a whole collection!"
He turned back to us. "I will set it up! Hank, don't shave until we do this. Probably Thursday night. I'll see what we can get set up. Plan on it! 7:00 pm on Thursday night! I will have Jim put it on the schedule and get everything arranged."
He was closing the door as he went on with his list, "And lighting; I think some backlighting, oh, and some diffused lighting. Yes, there are lots of possibilities." He closed the door, but we could still hear him talking as he walked away from the door.
Hank chuckled a bit, and then there was an awkward silence while we stood in front of our lockers. The moment was broken when all simultaneously started talking.
There was nervous laughter, and then Mikail said, "Guy's, I mean Kyle and Hank, can we keep what happened in there between us? I mean, I have to think about some things and I can't process it all right now. My mind is kind of fucked up right now, pardon the pun." He grinned sheepishly and added, "Not that I hold anything against you guys or anything. That was new and wild and crazy and kinda rocked my picture frame of reality." He looked at each of us, "Okay?"
"Sure, fine by me," Hank said, holding out his hand. Mikail smiled, took his hand and shook it.
I nodded, not knowing what to say and held out my hand. He gripped it firmly and shook it. He didn't release it immediately. He held it a second and then released it. I didn't know what to make of that. It was as if he hesitated, trying to think of something to say.
We turned and began to dress. We talked a bit about this idea of Thomas', and Mikail asked what it felt like to be shaved. I blushed just a bit, and saw my cock swell a bit before I answered, "Wild, different, unusual, great, strange and, as you would say, mind blowing. And I don't just mean afterwards, I mean while it is happening as well." I looked at Hank and added, "To have someone's hands touching every part of your body, to basically have every portion of your body examined is really beyond any previous experience. It is the most intimate and literally touching thing that can happen to you."
I smiled at Hank and he smiled back.
"Sounds wild." He looked at Hank and said, "You ever been shaved?"
Hank laughed and said, "Why do you think that every hair on my body is the same length?" I was shaved about 3 or 4 weeks ago, and this is how much it has grown back." He held out his arm, then looked at his chest, then peered around to his backside, "And I kind of like the patterns it has made as it grows back!"
He looked at my shocked face, chuckled, and said, "Hell, before I was shaved, my hair was at least as long as yours!" pointing to Mikail. I was flabbergasted! Hank, shaved; I would have never guessed. I mean he had told me he had been shaved before, and a couple of times, if I remembered right, but not that it was not that long ago.
"Close your mouth and get dressed," Hank said, and turned to begin putting on his clothes.
Mikail was chuckling as he pulled on his boxer briefs, then his shorts. I tried to imagine him shaved, as I pulled on my boxers. I couldn't picture it. I shook my head and finished dressing.
We shook hands again, once outside the building, before heading our separate ways. "That was pretty wild back there," I said, wanting Hank to tell me what he was thinking, and what he had thought about it.
"Yeah, on many levels. I still can't get over how you stood up to Thomas and wouldn't follow his directions. That was pretty ballsy of you, little brother!" Hank said, clapping my on the shoulder. I looked down, sheepish at his praise.
With a husky voice I managed to say, "I couldn't hurt you. I didn't want to, and I wasn't going to, and I couldn't!' I swallowed again. "And I don't want to do that again!"
He laughed and rubbed my head. "My little brother."
"What about Mikail?" I asked.
"You mean his response to getting fucked?" he asked. \
"Yeah, like he liked it?" I paused, "Was it really his first time, do you think?"
"Oh, yeah, I don't think there was any faking that." Hank walked a bit before adding, "I don't know if he had ever thought about it or not, but I know that it got to him in a place that he didn't know he had. And he does have some stuff to think about."
"Does it mean he's gay?" I asked, still wrapping my arms around being out myself and all.
Hank chuckled and rubbed my head, "No, it might mean that he is bi, or he might be one of those guys that just denies the whole thing and just laughs it off as a once in a lifetime thing. You know, `I just had to try it, but it's not for me," kind of thing. Or he might decide that he likes that and wants more and only that."
He stopped and looked at me, "What I do know is that we need to be there if he wants to talk about it. And try to be ourselves around him and not make him feel awkward about it. I think lots of things got shakened up in his mind tonight, and I think he is going to need some friends while he sorts it out."
I looked at Hank, and shook my head in wonderment. "Why, and how did you turn out to be such a wise man at the ripe old age of 18?" He burst out laughing.
He wiped his face, started to talk, swallowed, and then said, "Little brother, I guess it is from having parents who taught all of us to be accepting, and from having brothers that portrayed that same kind of life." I could see emotions play across his face, even in the ambient light coming from the various buildings around us.
"My parents and brothers were always there. There wasn't anything that we couldn't talk about. We could get mad and angry and pissed off, but we always worked it out. Never went to bed mad, and always tried to see it from the other guy's point of view."
"Wow," I said, as my own emotions washed over me. "Sounds like a pretty amazing family. Sure wish mine was like that." I wondered, not for the first time, if it might have been that way if my Dad hadn't died.
He clapped me on the shoulder, and pushed me on towards our dorm. We walked back then, each of us wrapped in our thoughts.
Back in our room, we stripped, grabbed our robes and shaving kits, and leaving the robes undone, strolled down to the showers. I was more relaxed about this, and acknowledged a couple of guys we met in the hallway. As we reached the shower, Hank reminded me that I was not to shave, not even my face, in preparation for the Thursday photoshoot.
I smiled to myself as I hung up my robe and stepped into the showers. My life seemed be constantly evolving and changing. And it seemed to be changing for the better all the time. But what was up with that wild sex animal that came out while fucking Mikail? Where did that come from?