Stageshow no. 3 by JompingBeeen ( http://jboutandabout.livejournal.com )
Warning: This story is intended for gay/bi men above the age of 18. It depicts explicit sexual activity between consenting males. If you find this offensive, stop reading now.
As the audience settled down, two screens on either side of the stage flicked on. The curtain remained down. In neat white letters "A Short Film" was displayed on each screen. The text slowly faded to be replaced with quick flashes of images, black and white depictions of a thick, hard, tanned, muscular body and a straining hard circumcised cock. A few flashes of piercing eyes completed the sequence, before fading out again. The name "Scott" appeared on the screens.
Once again, the text faded out, this time to be replaced by a short silent colour video of "Scott" working out in a gym, wearing nothing but shorts and training shoes. Once he had finished, the action moved to the locker room. Scott dropped his shorts to reveal a long, thick, slack cock hanging between his legs. A pair of hands appeared from off the screen, holding a curved plastic tube, which was slid over Scott's cock. It was fastened securely around his groin and padlocked into place, completely covering Scott's genitals. The camera switched view to Scott's face, who gave a quick confident grin. The video faded out.
"Day 1"
Another short video, this time apparently at Scott's own place. Shots of him pissing carefully through the chastity device. Scott's hands grasping it, toying with it, unable to touch his manhood. Fade out.
"Day 2"
Another short video, Scott touching the chastity device almost in disappointment, apparently wanting a quick feel of his dick. Fade out.
"Day 3"
Another short video, Scott's expression slightly pained as he mouthed "morning wood" to the camera. Fade out.
"Day 5"
Another short video. Scott's expression a little manic as he appeared once again, sliding a finger along the smooth plastic of the chastity device. Fade out.
"Day 10"
Scott looking increasingly distracted in the video, shifting around, looking quite unsettled. Shots of him working out in the gym with a slightly glazed expression. Fade out.
"Day 15"
Scott attempting to remove the chastity device by hand with no success. A second character, offscreen, offering comfort and encouragement. Fade out.
"Day 20"
Scott trying to touch the soft head of his cock through the device, failing, swearing. Unsettled, looking increasingly irritable and more than a little crazed. Fade out.
"Day 30"
Scott standing with his head forwards against a wall, muttering to himself. Noticing the camera, reaching up, pushing it aside. Fade out.
Finally the screens darkened completely. Two enormously built musclebound men dressed in bondage gear entered from either side of the stage as the curtain began to raise. As they reached the centre of the stage, the curtain lifted high enough to reveal a third figure - Scott. He was firmly trussed to a simple X-shaped vertical restraint made of wood, his wrists, ankles, and waist held in place with black leather straps. Fastened around his head and face was a leather mask, triangular in overall shape, with the pointed end between his eyes and the wide end covering his mouth. A short tube held his mouth open. The back of the mask was attached to an additional piece of wood that stretched across the top of the X, holding his head in a fixed straight-ahead position. His cock, now released from its prison, stood thick, hard, and throbbing, with a gentle upward curve. The rounded head gleamed in the spotlights.
Once the curtain had fully raised, the action started. One of Scott's tormentors slowly slid a finger along the underside of Scott's cock, causing it to leak a small amount of precum onto the tip of his finger. The hunk slid the finger into his mouth and tasted the sweet juice. Clearly Scott's insanely tight cock and balls were absolutely desperate for release.
The other hunk disappeared to the rear of the stage and quickly returned with two large wooden blocks. He positioned them slightly in front of Scott, on either side of him, and then the first hunk unstrapped the harness he was wearing on his chest and dropped it to the floor. Now completely barechested, he stood on the two blocks, his muscles gleaming. With tortuous slowness, he brought himself closer and closer to Scott, until he was rubbing his thick chest muscles against Scott's own. He did this for a few seconds and then tilted his hips forward, rubbing his bulging, leather-clad groin against Scott's lower abdominal muscles. Scott let out a groan.
As the second stud moved around behind Scott and began to kiss his shoulders, neck, and upper arms, the first stud slowly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his leather trousers, letting his bulging erection swing loose. As its thick head touched Scott's stomach, Scott gasped and moaned, his eyes wide. The stud continued to toy with him, slapping the heavy meat against Scott's abs, stroking it up and down them and making Scott sob with the need to unleash burst after burst of jism. As it was, his cock was gently weeping precum, as if quietly crying from the torture being inflicted on it.
The second guy continued to lick and kiss and nibble at him as the first now stepped down and fully undressed on the stage in front of Scott. Scott's eyes followed his every move, taking in the gleaming hard body as it was fully revealed to him. Finally, the second guy came back around to the front, with two higher wooden blocks. He placed them by each side of Scott once again. The first lay down on the floor as the second then stood over him, straddling him. Looking out into the audience, the second unfastened the groinpiece of his trousers and pulled it away, flinging it to one side. His hard-on bobbed and swayed, and he got down into a 69 position with the first stud.
Scott gasped and moaned, his erection throbbing gently up and down as it continued to weep in silent frustration at the sex scene portrayed in front of him. The two tormentors very slowly engulfed each others cocks in their hot mouths, sighing in pleasure as they tasted each others maleness. They gently wanked each other for a while, groaning and squirming, and then abruptly, the second got up. To Scott's appalled horror and pleasure, the second guy helped the first to handstand in front of Scott, helped him to hand-walk onto the higher blocks, and held him in a vertical 69 position with Scott.
Scott's grunts were muffled as the cock slid into his mouth. His own was cleaned and tongue-polished by the now upside-down bodybuilder.
"Gnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" cried Scott.
The pleasure was so good, but not enough. His cock needed a little more stimulation for release. Just a little more...please...
He was slowly sucked to further and further frustration, slurping hungrily at the cock in his own mouth, tasting its smooth silky head and licking at its opening. The second muscleman stood and quietly wanked off to one side, allowing Scott to get a view of his throbbing erection out of the corner of his eye. Scott sobbed around his mouthful of warm cockflesh.
Abruptly, it was pulled from his mouth as the second guy helped the first down. The first stood up, and walked off the stage to the right, his slick wet hard-on swaying backwards and forwards. He returned almost immediately with a short stick with two metal prongs on the end of it. Holding it up in front of Scott's face, he clicked it on, causing a line of electricity to jump between the two prongs. Scott's eyes widened.
The shockstick was lowered down to Scott's right nipple and flicked on. Scott tensed and cried out as it touched him, and began to moan and groan and twist and strain as the stick was crossed over to his left nipple and then back again. Muscles stood out all over his body as he tried in vain to escape the touch of electricity, but he was tied to tight.
"Ghhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, as the stick circled slowly lower.
His cock jerked repeatedly, once again slowly leaking clear fluid, as the stick was played across his lower abs and pubic area. As Scott's eyes widened once more, the two hunks took it in turns to run the prongs of the shockstick across the top of his cockhead, then along its underside, then finally holding it directly facing his cock and letting it discharge head-on into the quivering red-purple rounded knob of his aching cockhead. He screamed and thrashed.
Finally, the torment stopped. One of the studs left the stage once again, while the other slowly stroked and soothed Scott, sliding his hands over the thick heavy muscles on Scott's chest, arms and shoulders, quietly whispering soothing words into his ears.
At the side of the stage, the other hunk emerged again, this time with a leather strap and a number of weights. While Scott was still being soothed and calmed, he attached the leather strap around Scott's swollen balls and gave them an experimental tug. Scott sobbed quietly, his cock once again twitching and weeping. They began attaching the smaller weights to his aching, heavy, full-to-overflowing bollocks.
Scott's legs began to shake as his ballsac was pulled steadily lower and lower, tugging his cock down a little in the process. His cock was gently jumping with his rapid heartbeat, and he gurgled with pain and pleasure as his balls took the strain. When the final weight was applied, pulling his genitals down still further, he simply stood and howled through his mask.
The two musclemen got on their knees and began to lick and kiss the tortured erection. They slid their tongues along its length, and finally positioned their lips on either side of the hard shaft. They then began to wank the cock slowly off, by sliding their lips in synchrony backwards and forwards along the firm flesh, nose to nose. Scott sighed and moaned. His cock was once again quivering with the need for release, and was drooling even more precum.
The two stopped and inspected the cock as Scott's groans reached a higher and higher pitch. He was clearly ready to come, and in fact his hot shaft was starting to leak a thicker fluid, traces of semen sliding slowly out of his urethra, carried in the freely-running precum. The two took turns in tasting it, being careful to stimulate Scott's cock by an absolute minimum, only touching the tips of their tongues to the underside of its head, never allowing any rubbing or friction.
After tasting and drinking the fluid for a short while, they relented, and began to release Scott's balls from their torture. One by one the weights were lifted away, the ballsac still dangling and stretched out from the base of Scott's cock. Scott breathed heavily, panting and desperate for the release he wanted so badly.
In what was clearly the finale, the two hunks cleared away the weights and the strap and settled down to slowly suck Scott's cock and balls. As the action progressed they began working on each other, their naked glistening bodies flexing and straining against each other as they toyed with each other and Scott. They grasped each others cocks and wanked slowly, they sucked, they dry-humped each other. They took turns to stand in front of Scott and rub their cocks against his, grasping both dicks in strong hands and pumping them firmly but slowly. The stimulation was clearly taking Scott to new heights of pleasure as he watched the two indulge in slow sex play together, involving him in various positions. When Scott's cock was swollen to its fullest, swaying and nodding, drooling and begging, one of them vanished off stage and returned with a vibrator. Lubing it up, they delighted in slowly inserting it into Scott's arsehole, making him cry out shrilly.
Scott's cock once again quivered and twitched. The other two took station on either side of him, and, facing the audience, the firmly grasped their cocks in one hand and began a slow wank. The three cocks throbbed in unison, Scott's eyes glancing left and right feverishly as his untouched cock was guided to ecstacy by the buzzing sensation in his prostate.
After a few minutes, Scott's cock was twitching frantically, the opening distended obscenely and freely drooling clear fluid with flecks of thicker jism. The roaring in his ears and the screaming of his cock made him almost delirious. Red in the face, his massive chest heaving, tensed and taut, his legs shaking, Scott finally began to come.
The intensity of the orgasm was shocking. It began as the continuous drool increased in pressure, spraying the remaining precum out from his cockhead in a thin arc of liquid. For a full three seconds the pressure steadily increased, Scott emitting gutteral grunts, and the fluid became thicker and milkier, the constant stream becoming wider and tilting higher and higher into the air. The spout of cum tilted right up almost vertically before, with a wrenching sob, Scott bucked and spasmed, and the cum sputtered and stopped, his cock readying for the next volley. As the dribbles from the first volley dripped off the end of his cockhead, it flicked upwards with the force of the second spurt - this time the fluid glutinous and thick, almost paste-like as it shot out in a long burst that made Scott scream his ecstacy at the top of his lungs. The fluid flicked out across the stage and into the waiting, hungry audience. Once again the spurt dribbled to a halt, before being followed by another, and another, and another. Finally, his cock began to simply slobber cum out in long drawn-out string of orgasmic juice.
Delighted and immensely turned on by this display of ejaculative talent, the two enormous hunks on either side of him began to blow their own loads, their own cocks jerking and their own voices becoming hoarse with pleasure.
The lights dimmed. The curtain dropped.