The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.
The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story.
Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart.
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Author's note: A special thanks to David T, my copy editor, who has helped so much with past, and I hope, future stories. Constructive comments are always welcome and may be sent to Justin0398@aol.com
Spring Training by Justin Davis
Chapter Two
Sixteen-year-old David Sims' wrists hurt and his ankles hurt as well. Standing for hours, with his wrists and ankles shackled to the wall, was beginning to take its toll. He squirmed a little to try and get some relief but very little was afforded him.
David had gotten used to the nipple clamps, although initially he had shrieked aloud with pain as his Uncle Dalton had attached each one. Now, there was just a dull pain radiating from his nipples, a pain that made him uncomfortable but one that he could tolerate. David twitched nervously, as the door to the basement opened, then eyed his uncle as he walked across the room, then stood before him menacingly.
"Well, I guess you have had these on long enough for now," David's uncle said, as he reached out and roughly removed both nipple clamps from David's tits.
"Ow!" David hollered in response.
In fact to David, having the clamps removed that way, after they had been on for hours, seemed to hurt as much as having them put on initially.
"John and I have your room prepared now," David's uncle said, looking David straight in the eyes.
Just then, Dalton's lover, John, entered the room. David noticed he held something like a wide, black, leather belt in one hand to which was attached a single manacle on either side. To David, the belt looked not unlike the ones he had seen the jailers use to transport prisoners the short time he was in the county jail.
In the other hand John carried a large, blue, bowl, partially draped with a towel that looked somewhat like one that would be found in a hotel room many years ago. David couldn't imagine what that was for. But he would soon find out.
"We are going to move you to your new room in a minute. But first, we have some business to take care of." David's uncle said.
David noticed John reach into his rear pocket and pull out what looked like an electric razor. In fact, that is what it was.
"John is going to shave you now, I suggest you be real still or you might get hurt." David's uncle warned.
John turned on the electric razor and approached closer to David. In response, David began to wiggle and squirm, that is until John lowered the razor toward his groin area.
"Aw man! Don't do that! Aw man, this is sick!" David protested as the razor began to trim his pubes down to nothing.
"When you have proven yourself worthy we may decide to let you have some hair again." David's uncle flatly stated.
David shot his uncle a hateful glance at his words, and watched helplessly as John trimmed his pubes, then the hair from his navel to his crotch, then his underarms, then what little he had on his shins. He tried hard not to show how this humiliation affected him, but the fact that he began to tear up didn't go unnoticed by either Dalton or John.
When John finished with the electric razor, he sat it aside on one of the nearby tables.
"Dalton, will you get me the other things now?" John asked his lover.
Dalton exited the room to fetch whatever it was John needed.
David eyed John closely; as he removed the towel draped over the blue bowl and partially wet it with some of the water that it contained, just about at the time that his uncle returned to the room with a can of shaving cream and a safety razor.
David's body tensed as John began to use the towel to moisten the parts of his body that had just been shaved with the electric razor. Then, John took the can of shaving cream from Dalton and began to apply it to David's groin area, his underarms, his shins, and any other part of his body were any stubble remained that the electric razor had not gotten.
"I suggest you be real still now white boy. I wouldn't want to cut anything off!" John stated, as he began to shave David's groin area with the razor.
David didn't know whether it was the feeling of the shaving cream on his skin, or the feeling of the razor, as John saved his balls, but for whatever reason, he began to get an erection.
David tried to counteract what his body was doing. After all, there was no way he was enjoying any of what was happening to him. Yet it was no use. By the time John was ready to shave any stubble from the base of David's cock, it was very easy to do. David was rock hard.
"Oh my! What have we here?" John commented, as he took David's now hard cock in one hand and shaved the base of it smooth, then let go of it. It made an audible plop against his belly when he did so.
By the time John began to shave under David's arms, David's eight-inch cock was standing up only a few inches out from his navel throbbing with each beat of his heart. Unfortunately, David's condition only got worse, so much so in fact, that by the time John was shaving David's shins, there was a ribbon of pre-cum running from the tip of David's cock down the shaft toward his balls.
When he was finished shaving David's shins, John rinsed the towel in the washbasin and began to wipe the remaining shaving cream from David's body. David remained silent, until John began to clean the remnants of shaving cream off his cock.
"Unnh!" David exclaimed, as John cleaned every crevice of his aching tool with the moist towel.
John, who was very much an expert in at giving pleasure, or pain, as the case might be, lingered longer than he really had to at the task in order to bring David right to the edge of erupting. Once he recognized the signals David's body was giving off, he quickly turned his attention to cleaning other parts of David's body.
"Ah!" David exclaimed loudly, as the wonderful tingles left him as swiftly as they had begun.
When he was finished, John stepped back and admired his handy work.
"Slick as a baby's butt." he commented, as he inspected David's body.
It was a statement which was quite true. With the exception of the hair on his head, which was already in a buzz-cut anyway, David's body was now totally devoid of any sign of hair.
"I am going to let you loose now," Dalton said.
John placed the towel on the table next to the bowl, then picked up the wide leather belt with the manacles, approached David, put the belt around David's waste, and then secured it.
"When I unfasten your wrists, you are to put them down at your sides," David's uncle instructed.
Dalton released first one, then the other, of David's wrists from the metal bands that had held them pinned to the wall. David lowered each wrist to his sides as he was told to do and John locked a manacle around each one. Then, David's uncle unfastened the metal bands around David's ankles.
"We are going to take you to your room now," David's uncle stated.
"Any trouble, and you will seriously regret it," he continued.
Both men took David by an arm and escorted him out of the basement room, up a short flight of stairs, then down a short hall. They stopped just outside a closed door.
"This will be your room." David's uncle said, and then opened the door.
There wasn't very much for David to see as the two men guided him into the small ten-foot by ten-foot windowless room.
Up against the far wall was what looked a metal cot upon which rested a thin, uncovered, mattress and an uncovered pillow. Up against another wall, to David's right, there was a toilet, and next to that, what David recognized as a metal shower stall. There wasn't much else to see, other than a small wooden table and the chair that accompanied it.
"Well, make yourself at home." David's uncle said.
"You are going to be here for awhile," he continued, as he and his lover John turned to leave the room.
"Hey, aren't you guys gonna undo me?" David asked, then looked down at the belt that held his wrists securely fastened at his sides.
"No!" his uncle replied.
"Well, how am I supposed to, well you know--" David said, motioning his head toward the toilet and shower.
"I figure you'll find a way," David's uncle said, as he and his lover left the room and closed the door behind them.
The sound of the lock made David's heart sink even deeper than the sparseness of the room. He looked at the door and for the first time noticed that it had a small, mirrored pane located near the top.
"One way glass!" David thought to himself.
Then, for the first time in his captivity, David realized that he needed to pee.
David walked over to the toilet, straddled it with his legs, squatted a little, and then purged his bladder. When he was finished, David lifted his left leg, and with the toes of his left foot, depressed the lever that flushed the toilet. Dalton and John, who had been watching David through the one-way glass in the door, looked at each other and smiled.
"He is a fast learner," John stated.
"No one ever said he was stupid John," Dalton replied.
"Let's just hope he learns everything else as fast," John replied, as they both turned and headed down the hallway.
Unbeknown to David, the belt, which bound his wrists to his sides, had a two-fold purpose. Most importantly, it kept him from being free enough to cause any trouble. Secondarily, it kept his hands bound in such a way that he could not touch any part of his body. In effect, there was no way David could remotely reach his penis. Though that thought had not occurred to him, other than how difficult it had made it to urinate, David would be confronted with the need to touch himself soon enough, especially given the fact that he had been used to jerking himself off, when he wasn't getting a blow job, at least twice a day.
David looked around the room again, sighed, lay on his back on the cot, and soon went to sleep. It was early the next morning, when David was awakened by the sound of the lock on the door.
"Alright sleeping beauty, time to get up," his uncle said entering the room.
David noticed that his uncle had a bowl of something in his hand.
"Doesn't he ever wear anything but those stupid leather pants and boots?" David thought to himself as his uncle walked toward the table.
"Here's your breakfast," his uncle said, and placed what looked like a pie pan containing oatmeal on the table.
"You better eat up, cause that's all you get right now," his uncle stated.
David swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up, and began to walk toward the table. It wasn't until he was about halfway there that he realized he had a piss hard. He stopped, looked at his uncle, and began to blush.
"Nice cock," Uncle Dalton said, then smiled, winked, and moved toward David.
David blushed even more.
"I bet a nice cock like that really needs to get worked on a lot," David's uncle said, then reached out and grabbed David's hard eight-inch tool with his hand.
David immediately jerked away. His uncle laughed loudly at his reaction then spoke.
"Well my bashful little nephew, you will want that thing touched soon enough.
In fact, you will be begging for it to be touched before too long."
David just blinked in response.
"You have little time to eat, so eat, piss, shit, or whatever, and I will be back," David's uncle continued.
"Today is your lucky day my little punk nephew. It is the day we begin your spring training," his uncle stated, chuckled sadistically, turned, left the room, and then locked the door behind him.
His Uncle Dalton's parting words sent chills down David's spine.
Whether it was the humiliation of having to eat the mush his uncle had brought him like a dog, or whether it was the taste of the stuff, or the mention of something called spring training, David didn't know, but his erection soon went away.
After he had finished lapping up the oatmeal, David wiped his mouth on his arm then he went over to the toilet and urinated. After he had finished, and once again flushed the toilet using his foot, he headed back across the room.
Suddenly, he felt very groggy and unsteady and just made it to the edge of the bed before his legs collapsed under him and things went black.
Thirty minutes later, as he began to awake, David was at first vaguely aware that his arms were suspended over his head. Then, as the fog from the knockout drug his uncle had slipped into his food began to wear off even more, he realized he was hanging from his wrists. David shook his head to clear some more of the fog from his brain and looked upward.
As his eyes focused more clearly, David realized that indeed his wrists were shackled together and attached to a chain that went upward and through a pulley that was attached to a wooden beam. He then tried to move his legs, but found that he couldn't. David glanced down at his feet and found the reason why.
Each of his ankles were fastened securely to each end of a metal spreader bar, which in effect, firmly secured his legs and kept them spread apart. David moaned, both at the ache he was now feeling in his arms as well as the new predicament he was now in.
As his head cleared further, David glanced around the room and was puzzled by much of what he saw. Some of the items, located on various tables and shelves around the room, were totally foreign to him. Others, the four pairs of handcuffs, the various pairs of nipple clamps, and the whips, he did recognize. As to many of the other items, however, David had not the slightest clue as to what they were for. Then, there was a sound as the door across the room was unlocked. David turned his head toward the sound in response.
The door opened and David's Uncle Dalton, and his lover John, entered the room. This time, both men were completely naked, except for the black boots that both of them seemed to wear constantly. David eyed the two men carefully as they shut the door behind them and walked toward him.
David noticed that each of the men had a wide, gold, ring around the base of their cock and balls and both had no pubic hair. Although David had never seen his uncle naked before, he was quick to note that his uncle had a cock not unlike his.
However, it was John's cock that caught the focus of David's attention. The thing literally swung from side to side, like some chocolate-brown summer sausage, as John walked. It was the largest soft cock David had ever seen in his life and his eyes remained riveted to it as both men approached him. However, David's attention to John's cock didn't go un-noticed.
"Hey John. I think he likes your cock." Dalton said, as the two men stopped in front of David.
"You like that cock don't you boy?" Uncle Dalton asked.
David didn't respond. He just looked at his uncle with all the hatred and defiance he could muster.
"I asked you a question you little fucker!" David's uncle shouted.
David's body flinched, rattling the chains that he hung from in surprise at the intensity of his uncle's outburst.
"No!" David said.
"No what?" his uncle asked.
David hesitated in his reply, which was unfortunate.
Almost at lightning speed, John picked up a flat strap of leather from one of the tables and landed it squarely across David's abs.
"Mmpppff" David grunted, and gasped for breath, his body swinging at the end of the chains from the force of the blow.
"Now I want you to listen to me carefully," David's uncle said in a somewhat mild but ominous tone.
"When you are asked a question you will answer. When you are told to do something by either John or myself you will do it. You will learn to obey. That is going to be the first lesson you will learn," his uncle stated.
"I realize "obey" is not a word that is in your vocabulary right now. In fact, you have been rather a shit toward your mother and everyone around you.
But, my little stud-muffin, you will learn the word before long and you will be eager to do so," his uncle added.
"Fuck you you pervert fag!" David shot back, in words so full of hate they sounded like they were literally being spit from his mouth.
Almost immediately, another loud smack of leather on flesh filled the room as John lashed out with the leather strap directly over David's groin area.
David grunted from the pain, as his tethered body swung from the force of the blow.
"Now dear nephew, you were asked a question I believe. You like John's cock don't you?" David's uncle asked calmly.
David glared back at his uncle, his eyes filled with determination and hate.
"I don't like no dude's dick, especially some black faggots dick!" David responded.
"Well John, I guess sometimes kids just got to learn." His uncle said, then nodded to his lover John.
What happened next would have been enough to make anyone cringe.
Methodically, and expertly, John applied the leather strap to David's body.
Tough guy that he was, David grunted in response to the blows. There was no way he was going to give his faggot uncle and his boyfriend the satisfaction of knowing how much he was being hurt.
David continued to grit his teeth and grunt, as John worked the leather strap over his stomach, thighs, and buttocks, leaving red strap marks on his smooth skin. Yet, not a cry came forth from David's mouth.
John, who was an expert with the strap, and other things, stopped for a moment, turned, laid the strap on the nearby table, and then picked up a more sinister looking object.
The object John now held in his hand, for want of a better term, looked like a small ridding crop with four pieces of leather, each about a foot long, attached to it. David eyed John warily as John approached him with the strange looking object.
Expertly, and not too forcefully at first, so as to give David just a little taste of what the specially made crop could do, John began to lash David's cock and balls. David's jaw clenched tightly, and he grunted loudly, at the first blows of the new tool John was wielding. Then, John increased the forcefulness of his strokes. To David, it felt as though a million bees were stinging him in his most tender areas and he began to loose whatever resolve he had mustered.
At first, there was just a small yelp, not unlike the trickle that begins the destruction of a damn. Then there was a more audible exclamation, as John's blows were concentrated on the head of David's cock. Then, as John increased the ferocity of his strokes even more, David's screams began to fill the room.
"Oh god, please don't, please!" David shrieked just prior to the next blows falling against his balls.
For a good five minutes or so, Uncle Dalton's lover, John, artfully wielded the leather strands over David's naked body. David's screams soon turned to squeals, at every application of the crop, and he began to cry. Then, just when he thought we would puke from the pain, David heard his uncle ask the same question he had asked earlier right just as another blow of the crop struck his cock.
"Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh please no more! Oh shit! I love his dick!" David screamed almost hysterically at the top of his lungs.
The blows from the leather crop stopped as quickly as they had begun.
David hung sobbing, snot running from his nose, his stomach, chest, thighs, cock, balls, and buttocks covered with little pink marks where the leather strands had been applied.
The two men gave David a minute or so of rest, then Uncle Dalton spoke.
"Now David, one more time. You do like John's cock don't you?" his uncle asked.
David hesitated too long with his response.
"Whap!"
David shrieked as another blow from the leather crop struck the head of his penis.
"No sir!" David hollered out.
"That is not the right answer!" his uncle responded, and another lash of the strap was laid across the head of David's tender cock.
" 'I am sorry! Oh god! Oh fuck! I meant yes sir!!! David screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Yes sir what?" David's uncle asked.
" Yes sir, I lu--lu--like his cock!" David replied through his sobs.
"That's better." David's uncle replied, then smiled.
"You see John, I knew he really liked your cock all along." David's uncle said, then laughed sadistically.
The ominous tone of his uncle's laugh was more than David's mind could handle at that point. David began to cry again, and his body began to shiver and tremble, not from the cold mind you; for the temperature in the room was almost eighty degrees.
David Sims, tough ass little David Sims, the Draco Malfoy of his 10th grade class, for the first time in his life, felt all alone and helpless. And, for the first time in his life, he was literally shivering from fear.
To be continued....