The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen males and older males. 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.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author.
Positive comments are always welcome and you can e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com
Spring Training By Justin Davis
Chapter Nine
For almost two hours of the first session, David teased his two charges with the intricacies and subtleties of the various devices he had as his disposal.
The brown-pubed teen had jerked and squirmed his body enough to make the chains from which he was hanging clank, when the alligator clips were applied to his balls.
Even more than that, when David began to flick, then lash, his hardened penis with the special fiber optic crop John had made, the muffled screams had been so loud, even through the confines of the ball gag, that they were almost discernable. That had not been the case with the other teen though.
Oh, there were indications that he was feeling pain. In fact, the muscles of his abs had contorted and heaved at each lash of the crop across the head of his hardened penis and his low-hung balls. And too, there had been tears run down from the eye slits of the black, leather, hood, as David applied even larger clips to his balls and nipples, and greased, then inserted the two-inch wide, eight-inch long dildo into his rectum. Yet through it all, the sounds of his reactions to the terrible pain were barely audible.
It was as if, for some reason, this one, the one with the piercing blue eyes, was trying to prove that he, more than the other teen, could endure all that David could do to him.
David knew what he must do. He needed somehow to play one off against the other.
"I am going to remove the gags from your mouths now!" David said as he laid down the crop and stood before the two.
"You are not to speak, unless I ask you a question," he asserted.
David then reached up and behind the hood of the brown-pubed teen, unbuckled the gag, and removed it.
The teen's mouth worked itself as if to find relief from the object that had kept it restrained for so long.
David then did the same for the other teen, and of course, his mouth had the same reaction.
David then laid the ball gags on the table and turned to face the two.
"Bloody poofer!" The brown-pubed teen said, spitting out the words.
David looked at him questioningly startled by the obvious British accent.
"He means you are a fag!" The other teen replied matter-of-factly with a slightly more refined accent.
"You god damned right Ee is a fag. Putting shit all over our bullocks and tits and up our bums. He is fucking nuts like the other two that's what he his!" The brown-eyed youth exclaimed.
"And look at that thing on your fucking cock!" The youth exclaimed, referring silver ring that now pierced the ginger-pubed teen's cock head.
"It's fucking perverted is what it is!" he added.
The other teen looked down at his cock then back over at his friend.
"It is not a thing. It is called a Prince Albert. And, I am not the first one in my family to have one of these you know!" The teen replied.
" Gees it is sick!" The other teen replied.
"If it wasn't for your fucking father we wouldn't be in this mess!" He added.
"Yes, quite so. And if wasn't for your fucking father agreeing with him neither of us would be here would we?" The other youth stated flatly.
David was stunned. He had to regain control of the situation but momentarily he didn't know how.
"You fucking fag! You better let us down from here right now. You have had your sick poofer fun enough. There will be hell to pay for this and you are gonna wish you had never been born you bloody fudge packer!" The brown-pubed teen threatened.
David quickly reached around and grabbed the special crop and lashed out hardly at the teen's penis.
"Ayyyyyyeeeeeeeee fuck!!!" He screamed, as pain wracked his body.
David struck again with the crop across the teen's cock and balls.
"Oh fuck! Oh god!!" he wailed.
David lashed again and again. The teen's abdomen, balls, thighs, tits, and penis all were recipients of the crop's stinging touch.
The sounds of screams, then sobs mixed with screams, filled the room as David lashed the youth's body.
"I'm sorry. God I'm sorry!" the teen wailed and cried.
David stopped his blows and let him sway back and forth beneath the bar that held him suspended by the chains.
"And do you have anything to say?" He asked, looking at the other teen.
The ginger-pubed teen shook his head no and tried to adjust him self in order to get more comfortable, as the ball and tit clamps and the dildo were giving him great discomfort.
Just then, the door to the room opened.
"David. Can I see you a minute?" his Uncle Dalton said.
David laid the crop down on the table and walked over toward the door.
"David, I don't mean this in a negative way. You are doing fine. But, if you are trying to play the two against each other I think it would be better if John and I took the dark-haired one and worked on him for awhile ourselves. Two at once is hard to handle the first time,"his uncle stated.
David looked back at the two teens for a moment, thought for a second, then turned his attention back to his uncle.
"Sure, that's fine," he replied.
"I think I can control the guy with the blue eyes," he added.
David walked back over toward the table and began to go through some of the instruments he might use next.
As he did so, Dalton and John entered the room.
"Well my friend, I think it will be best if you come with us a little while." Dalton spoke as the two walked over and began to lower the teen to the floor so that they could undo his wrists.
"Oh god! Please no! I didn't bloody mean anything by what I said!" the teen wailed.
Then, as John and Dalton took hold of his hands and feet and carried him out of the room, he began to beg and plead and cry. Instinctively he knew, from four days of being under the control of the two men already, that what was about to happen to him would be far worse than the blonde teen he had called a poofer could dish out. In a way though, he did make a rather and awkward site being carried out by his hands and feet. His cock, which was still rock hard, looked like a handle jutting out from his body.
"I think we can get rid of this for awhile," David said, as he reached his left hand around and unceremoniously jerked the dildo out of the blue-eyed teen's butt.
"Uhhh!" Came the cry, as the dildo was removed with a loud pop.
David reached around and laid the dildo on the table then turned back to face his victim.
"I think these can go for now too," he said as he began to remove the tit clamps and ball clamps.
"Oh! Ow! Ah! Uh!" came the response as each was removed, causing as much or more pain than when they had first been put on.
David lay the clamps on the table and again turned to face the helpless youth before him.
Just then, a blood-curdling scream so awful, and so loud, came from the other room, that it made the helpless youth's whole body wince.
"Sounds like your friend is having fun already!" David remarked coldly.
"We aren't supposed to mark you guys up or anything for some reason." David added.
Again there was a loud, almost desperate scream from the other room, and the teen that hung before him turned his head toward the sound.
"Oh, I assure you he'll be alright in a day or so," David said.
"But I have to admit the ball squeezer is a bitch. You will see what I mean!" David added with little emotion.
The teen's body shuddered enough to clink the chains from which he was hung at David's statement. The thought of anyone's bullocks being mashed, much less his own, was more than he wanted to think about.
David picked up the globular ball squeezer from the array of instruments on the table, snapped it open, and moved toward his helpless victim.
The teen's blue eyes watched every move as David moved closer to him, then he began a futile effort to wiggle and escape the inevitable.
Expertly, David placed the open globe around the teen's balls, and snapped it shut, the teen's body jumping nervously in response to the click.
Another scream filtered through the walls of the room next door, though the thickness of the walls barely let through the stream of unintelligible words that followed and seemed to pour forth after the scream.
"I suspect he is begging now. Most people do!" David said.
"I wonder how far you will get before you beg?" David asked.
"I won't bloody well beg you for anything!" The teen responded with an air of brave determination.
David reached over toward the table and picked out a couple of the weights, then attached them to eye hook at the bottom of the ball squeezer. Since he had experienced the effects of the device himself, David knew the amount of weight he had just added would be enough for the internal plates to come together just enough so that the teen would feel the plates gently tighten around his balls.
"Oh!" the teen exclaimed as the plates closed just enough to slightly kiss his nuts.
Another scream, even louder than the first one, filtered through the wall from the room next door.
"We can stop this at any time!" David said.
"You don't have to suffer like your friend," he added.
"Bugger off!" the teen responded bravely.
"Okay! Your choice!" David replied.
David reached over toward the table and then picked up a heavier weight.
"Oh God!" The blue-eyed team moaned, as David bent down to attach the weight to the others.
"Uhh! Oh! Fuck!" He cried out, as the internal plates closed tight enough to give him just a little discomfort.
David paused for a moment to look his victim over carefully.
The teen's body was already showing the first signs of breaking a sweat.
"I think a little more weight ought to do the trick!" David said, as he reached over and picked another weight off the table.
"Oh sweet Jesus no!" the youth exclaimed as David reached down and began to attach the leaded weight to the others.
"Oh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" The teen cried out, as the internal plates of the ball squeezer closed enough to give him his first taste of real pain.
His outburst was not as loud as his friend's in the room next door was of course. That would come later, as David added more and more weights, and the internal plates of the ball squeezer closed tighter and tighter around the teen's nuts.
Oh David's captive tried futilely to be brave and endure. Yet, each time he successfully adapted and steeled him self against the pain, David would add another weight and the plates would close even more upon his nuts.
Admittedly, the brave youth made a quite honorable attempt to show that he could endure better than his companion in the next room could. In fact, David was even surprised that he was able to endure what he had so far. Yet, it was all of no use.
As David added yet another weight, and the plates closed even tighter, David's captive let out a loud, piercing, scream for the first time.
"Beg me to stop and the pain stops!" David offered.
"Never!" the blue-eyed teen said through gritted teeth and shook his head no.
David picked up the Electro-wand off the table, cut it on, and applied it to the teen's right nipple.
The youth's screams echoed off the walls of he room, and then turned to sobs.
The effects of the Taser-like charge to his nipple had not only made him feel like his nipple had been pierced with a dagger, but it had made the teen's body jerk and convulse. Of course, that had had the effect of making the weights attached to the ball squeezer swing and alternately loosen, then squeeze, the internal plates against his nuts.
The Electro wand, even used alone, could be a mighty good persuader. Charged fully, the wand could deliver a jolt almost as harsh as any Taser weapon. Fortunately, the output could be varied.
The jolt just administered by David was mild in comparison to what a subject got when the wand was set on full power. Yet, at almost any power setting the wand did have the effect of making the subject feel as though he was being pierced at that particular point of contact.
Added to the effects of the ball squeezer, the results could be a devastating blow to anyone's will to resist.
"You notice your friend next door is silent." David commented ominously.
The teen nodded his head in the affirmative showing that he indeed realized that fact.
What neither of them could know, however, was that the teen in the other room was now on his hands and knees, obediently eating out Dalton's ass, while John, ten-inches of hard, black cock in his hand, lined up behind him for the plunge into his tight virgin ass.
Another piercing scream filtered through the walls.
"Well, sounds like the fun is continuing next door!" David remarked, then reached up and took hold of the helpless teen's head with his hand.
"Just so we understand each other. You have had just a taste of what you can expect if you don't cooperate." David said threateningly.
The teen's blue eyes glared back at David through the slits of the leather hood.
"Everyone has a threshold of pain, even me, beyond which they cannot go. Your friend, I expect, has reached his already," David said.
Unfortunately for the teen in the other room, David was more than correct. He had long since given up any fight and was now having his virgin ass fucked by John while he gobbled down Dalton's cock like a pro.
"I wonder what you fear?" David said, as he rubbed his chin and stared at the helpless youth hanging before him.
"I don't think it is this wand!" David said, as he laid the tip of the wand against the silver ring that now looped through the slit of the teen's penis, and then pushed the button on the wand.
Again, the teen filled the room with his screams in reaction to the piercing pain in his cock and his nuts.
David lay the wand back upon the table, picked up two more of the ball weights and added them to the others attached to the ball squeezer. The effect was instantaneous.
(To be continued)