This is a fantasy story of male on male sado-masochistic sex, so don't read it if you are too young or likely to be offended. As fantasy, it also includes sexual acts and practices that are unsafe in the real world.
The Old Barn lay some way distant from the main house and buildings. My mother, in the year before she left, was in the process of having it renovated and made into a guest lodge. The project had been abandoned when she left, so now it was part barn, part house. It was cleaned 2-3 times a year but otherwise left locked. I had not been there for years.
At nine o'clock I knocked on the main door and Martin, snickering and leering, let me in. I was disappointed he was there, I wanted Saul to myself. But there was no denying that the boy looked lewdly, overtly sexual. Dressed in leather trousers cut away to expose his large cock and balls and his firm ass, striped with red and pink welts. He wore a kind of leather harness too and as he led me into the main room I could see that his balls hung low, weighted by a series of heavy, silvery metal balls which clinked together as he walked.
Saul was there. He filled the room with his sexual presence. His riding trousers bulged and he wore his leather riding boots with their tang of sweat and farmyard piss. He was bare-chested, his nipples hard and perfectly sized. As I stood close I could smell the faint tang of sweat, and see the erotic tufts of dark blond hair in his pits and leading down below his waistband.
'Strip boy. I want you naked'.
I stripped. Of course I was erect. I wanted him to see me like that, my cock ached it was so hard, it jerked upwards towards my stomach as I stripped and released a few drops of syrupy precum onto the floor. My whole body was sexually charged. I believe I should have cum had Saul simply brushed my nipples with his hand. In the event it was Martin who led me over to a table, made me lie on it while he soaped and shaved me, then threw a pail of water over me to rinse me. It was Martin, too, who, on a nod from Saul, grabbed my almost painfully hard cock, made me stand and rubbed my foreskin up and down in his fist. I came almost immediately; splattering the paved floor with my cum. Saul came over.
'Get down and lick it up boy. However many times you cum tonight you will eat your own cum and any more. Do you understand?'
'Yes, sir', I answered and bent down, licking all the still warm juice off the cold, stone-paved floor. My cock no less hard than just before I came.
Martin dragged me up and Saul looked at me. Took in my still hard, rampant erection.
He flicked my penis with his crop.
'I like this', he said. 'I like my boys to be excited by their punishments. Cruelty isn't enough for me, it is important that you find pleasure in the pain you will undoubtedly experience tonight. The moment I first saw you, when your father showed me your photograph, I knew you were a boy that craved pain. You are a voluptuary, a whore, and a slut. You crave sexual pleasure and pain in equal measure'.
He took my chin in his hand and looked me in the eye 'I KNOW you boy, I know what you need and what you desire. You should know that I will push beyond even your wildest, ill-formed cravings'. He walked away.
'Make him cum again Martin'.
'How master?' Enquired Martin. Saul turned and smiled.
'Your tongue on his ass. Then this'. He walked over to a table and brought over a leather bag. He tipped the contents onto the stone floor and looking for a moment then selected a large, black, leather dildo. Martin chuckled delightedly.
Martin smiled and led me over to a bench with rail attached. My wrists were strapped to the rail, my ankles spread wide and strapped to the bench. I was bent over the bench, my ass raised and spread. Saul flicked a switch and suddenly a screen in front of me showed an image of me pleasuring myself in the loft above the stables. Saul laughed.
'Did you really think I didn't know what you were doing, boy, all those long afternoons?'
He flicked another switch and the image changed. It was of me, strapped here to the bench, from a camera behind me. I could see my legs stretched wide and my shaved, pale ass cheeks pushed out showing my virgin pucker. As I watched Martin knelt and sniffed my butt.
'How does it smell, boy?' Asked Saul.
'Delicious Master', said Martin sniffing again.
Saul strode round and, using his leather clad foot, forced Martin's head into my crack. I felt his hot breath and then his wet, hot tongue. I moaned as he pushed open my exposed asshole, then moaned more as he jabbed his tongue into my virgin pucker. I couldn't help but push back, opening my ass to this invader. My groans became louder as Martin spread my cheeks wider and pushing his head further in began to lick and eat my inner ass. Saul came and stood in front of me. On the screen my body writhed and bucked. I was gonna cum. Just from his tongue in my ass. Saul watched intently. Then, judging the time precisely, leant down and grabbed my erect nipples between his fingers and pinched. The pain was exquisite. I shuddered, groaned loudly and came, sending jets of thick, creamy jissom across the floor.
'A third time Master'? Enquired Martin.
'Yes', said Saul, 'let's drain the boy of all that juice his massive balls seem to produce so freely'.
They both grinned. I watched on the screen as Saul handed Martin the thick, black dildo. My asshole felt still open, it burned and twitched with desire and the fear of the massive tool that was going to be used on it. Martin positioned the head of the thick, leather prong at my aching hole and pushed and as the large head pushed into my spittle-slicked asshole I felt indescribable feelings of pure lust. Yes, it hurt, but I knew I needed this hard, cool tool in my hot ass, I knew, too that I wanted Saul to fuck me with his cock. As Martin started fucking my wet ass with the huge dildo, Saul stood, legs powerfully apart, in front of me. He watched me as my face contorted with the pain pleasure of the invasion of my virgin ass. He saw the pleasure increase and increase, as I pushed back as much as I was able, back onto the hard, thick black cock. My whole body sweated with desire. My prostate burned so that my body writhed and my balls and cock jerked uncontrollably, I knew I was going to cum very soon.
Then, on a signal from Saul that I missed in my ecstasy of lust, my ass emptied. The dildo was withdrawn. I pushed back my ass but nothing was there. The frustration was total. I groaned, moaned with unfulfilled lust. Saul placed his face next to mine. I could feel his hot breath, smell the sexual tang of his sweat.
'Please fuck me Sir, please fuck me hard' I begged him for more, I needed release. Saul laughed,
'Beg some more', he ordered.
AS I begged for release, begged for cock or for the assault on my ass to continue with the dildo. He smiled. Went behind me, started slapping my ass. As Martin pulled and twisted my nipples, Saul spanked my ass hard. They made me beg more. Beg for my ass to be spanked and fucked.
'Please use my ass Sir, fuck me as hard as you need, fill my ass full of cock'. Again and again I begged. Again and again Saul slapped my ass hard. Then, with one powerful thrust, the dildo invaded me again. Saul dildo-fucked me without mercy, and after a few minutes of nipple and ass abuse I came, another flood of creamy ball juice spurted heavily on the floor, with a loud, erotic splat, splat, splat.
The cords were detached and I was helped to my feet. I stood there shaking with the intensity of my final orgasm. Saul marched to me.
'What have you forgotten boy?'
I did not know, I shook my head,
'I am sorry Master, what?'
He pushed me down on my knees.
'Eat!'
As I licked up the copious gobs of semen my cock ceased to throb but stayed hard. I felt my Master's boot on my neck making me lick the cold floor, as my shaved now red spanked ass was pushed lewdly and invitingly upwards I felt a real deep sexual satisfaction. It was no longer me experiencing events as an observer, I was doing something that defined me, I was experiencing my identity and reality. Saul was uncovering in me something I craved with every pore of my smooth, shaved skin, every deep crevice of my lonely, neglected soul.
I was hauled to my feet and taken over to a wooden framework attached above to the open rafters of the barn. My arms and ankles were shackled to the timbers so my feet barely touched the floor and my legs were widely spread. Harsh clips on wires were attached to my nipples, cock and balls. The wires pulled almost taut and then attached to screws on several of the wooden uprights supporting the roof. If I moved the wires stretched my nipples, cock and balls and the clips bit deeper. Martin showed me another wide, black rubber dildo, which he lewdly greased, took round my back and jammed up my asshole in one tearing movement. It plugged my ass, kept in by a hard ridge and now a system of thin straps around my hips and thighs.
Saul stood in front of me.
'I shall whip you now Ryan. Martin is here to whip you too. We shall whip you as much as I desire. But I know it is your desire too. Tell me Ryan. If you lose an erection, do we continue or stop?'
'Please, Sir', I stammered. 'Stop until I get erect again'.
'Good', said Saul, 'let us begin'.
And so the whipping commenced, Over my back, thighs, flanks and ass. After some minutes I shot another load from my rigid penis, and softened. The whipping stopped, but I wanted more. I begged for more, and as I begged, and as I saw Saul pick up another riding crop my cock stiffened again and he began a judged assault on my front, ass and inner thigh. The crop occasionally flicked my balls and swollen cock head and I screamed, yelled and moaned. I flailed in my manacles and so pulled on the clips attached to my nipples, cock and balls, however I tried to shift I couldn't escape.
But I stayed stiff and I knew Saul was pleased.
' Let us pleasure the boy Martin', he said.
They picked up two small, soft leather whips such as I had seen Martin use that day in the loft. They started to whip my erect cock and balls. The leather stung as it hit but the pleasure was so intense I came, shudderingly and now almost painfully after only a few minutes. They continued. My cock not softening, the pain now of a kind that I can only describe as transcendentally pleasurable and after a few minutes more, I experienced orgasm again. There was hardly any semen by now. Just a thick, clotted string. But the orgasm was perhaps the most intense I had experienced and I passed out.
I woke on the floor. Gobbets of my semen splattered the paving and I began automatically, instinctively, to lick. Saul laughed, delightedly.
'Martin', he said, 'We appear to have trained the boy well. I need to fuck'.
My arse ached in anticipation. I longed for Saul's cock deep inside me.
Martin hauled me up, I was strapped in place again, kneeling this time and a wooden bench was place in front of me. Martin leant over this provocatively, facing me and leering. Saul walked behind him, he had stripped. It was the first time I had seen him naked. His penis and balls, encircled at its root by a thick leather cockring, swung around lewdly, Thick, heavy and at least 10 inches long. His balls, heavy, large as two lemons, hung in a low, shaved sac that reached further down his inner thigh than any I had ever seen.
Martin was ass up and as Saul approached I realised my punishment: Saul was to fuck Martin and not me. Saul stood behind the willing man, placed his cock against his ass and in one, powerful thrust pushed his cock deep into Martin's ass. The boy's face showed pure pleasure and the fucking was long and hard. From time to time they changed position so I could see every angle of Martin's prolonged fucking. I heard him moan, heard his whimpering pleasure, his begging for more, his grunting as the fucking got harder and harder. They were so close sometimes that I could smell the erotic scent of both men's sweat, felt it even as it splashed my body. Once, Saul's ass, as he fucked Martin like an animal, almost touched me, my nose capturing a sniff of his sweaty manscent from his deep, tanned asscrack that drove me wild with desire. And finally, just a few feet from where I knelt, unable to even stroke my rigid member, I saw Martin orgasm, shooting rope after rope of cum onto the floor in front of me. Saul withdrew, came round to Martin's face and with a few hard strokes, directed jet after jet of cum into the boy's willing face and open mouth. I groaned with frustration. I had longed for such a fucking, to taste and smell my master's cum like that ever since that first day and here was Martin getting everything I desired. Martin knew this, he winked at me, grinned lewdly and started licking the thick cream from his face.
'Release the boy, Martin' ordered Saul.
I dropped to the floor, the boot on my neck again. I licked at Martin's thick, sweet cum on the stone floor. Martin was still erect, still aroused by the fucking he had received. My head was directed to his bruised, open asshole and for the first time I tasted another man's ass. I tongued eagerly and greedily as Saul helped his willing slave to his second copious orgasm.
As I stood, Saul's fist closed round my cock and brought me to yet another shuddering almost dry cum, painful and pleasurable in equal measure. I must have passed out again.
When I woke I was alone, the barn in darkness. I could not find my clothes and so I had to make my way naked in the early morning light back to the house. I slept fitfully into the next day, feeling the soreness of the welts over my body, dreaming each time I fell asleep of being fucked by my Master's huge and mesmerisingly powerful tool.