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What I Did On My Summer Vacation
by
Michael J. Eddington
As the last of the busses pulled out of the parking lot taking the entire camp on a two day trip out of state, I was wondering why I had not chosen to go with them. A short vacation I thought to myself, would be a good thing. Kids have a way of really getting you down. The past 6 weeks of summer camp made me really appreciate my parents. I had no idea that raising kids was such a tough job.
The guy who was running the camp needed someone from the staff to maintain the premises while everyone else was away and asked me if I was interested. It was he that had put the idea of a short vacation into my mind, and I was looking forward to it. Two staff members were to stay behind. One from the counselors staff (that was myself), and one from the maintenance staff. That was a guy named John Martin.
John had this weird habit of always trying to hit everyone in the balls. He thought it was fun to watch people double over in pain, and because of this, very few people that worked with him actually liked him. Most just stayed out of his way. He'd just walk up to you and, SMACK! He'd laugh and walk away. Needless to say this got him into trouble more than once, and his future at the camp was suspect.
I felt a certain amount of trepidation at being the only other guy around for two days, but two days without 400 screaming kids sounded like bliss. As the last bus left the lot the camp experienced it's first true peace in 6 weeks. This was going to be nice.
I lay back on my bunk reading through a magazine I had but had not been able to be alone with for 6 weeks. Turning pages, stroking my dick and enjoying the quiet. I didn't hear John walk into the bunk. "Looks like we're going to have some fun for the next two days." He said to me. I was startled and tried to cover myself up as best I could but it was all too late. Embarrassed, I asked him to come back after a while because I had wanted to finish what I was doing. I was hoping he'd offer to help, but that was not to be.
Later on that afternoon I was making the required rounds of the bunks and buildings when I ran into John in the maintenance shed. "Have fun earlier?" he asked me. "Yeah, thanks for not sticking around. I've been waiting a long time to do that in peace." I told him. No sooner had I finished the last word when he did it. Smacked me right in the groin. "Shit!" I said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He was laughing too hard to even attempt to answer me. Somehow I had to teach this son of a bitch a lesson. John was still standing just a few feet from me as my foot found it's target. Actually, it wasn't so bad to watch him writhing around on the floor in agony. Thinking fast I grabbed a coil of rope off it's peg on the wall, pulled his arms behind him one at a time, and tied them securely, one wrist to each ankle. He had put up quite a fight, but since his balls were still hurting him, I had the advantage.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he spat at me. "I'm about to teach you a lesson you're not going to forget for quite some time. By the time I'm done with you, you'll NEVER hit anyone in the balls again, EVER!" I spat back. This was going to be more fun than I thought.
I let him lay there on the floor and struggle for awhile while I looked around the shed for something appropriate to use on him. I found a razor blade on the table, picked it up and told John that if he'd like to keep his balls he'd better shut up. I then cut his belt and jeans with the blade, and pulled his pants down as far as they would go. John had a pretty nice sized dick, even soft, as it was now. I'd save that for later. Now, imagine this. On the floor of an isolated shed, several miles from the nearest person, you've got a pretty good looking 20 year old guy, hog tied and waiting for..... me. Whether he liked it or not.
"Alright John. Are you ready to learn your lesson?" I asked him. With that razor still in my hand he was quick to answer. Actually he begged. "Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean it. Really. I'll never do it again. I promise." I assured him that I knew he was lying just to get out his 'situation' but that he'd have to learn sooner or later. I pulled two chairs over and placed one on either side of him, slipped a steel bar under his knees and lifted each end onto the chairs. This left him suspended over the ground with his ass sticking straight out at me. What a wonderful sight. His balls were laying there just waiting to be smashed, and there was nothing he could do but beg. He did a lot of begging, and I did a lot of not listening.
I went to the wall and returned with a hammer, grabbed his balls in my left hand, and raised the hammer in my right hand. It's funny what someone will do when his balls are on the line. "Tell me you're sorry John." I said to him. "Tell me you'll never do it again to anybody." He began to cry. I brought the hammer down fast, but purposely missed his balls letting it drop to the floor. He screamed in anticipation anyway. With my left hand still holding tight to those beautiful nuts of his, I smacked them several times with my right. He shook and tried to get away, but in his position there was absolutely nothing he could do. I knew that I had hurt him, but also knew I would do no damage to his nuts. I then immediately took his dick into my mouth sucking it down deeply into my throat. He moaned softly and his body relaxed a bit. At least he stopped struggling.
John's dick grew quickly into an 8 inch, rock hard tool that I found a joy to play with. I licked at it, sucked it, sucked and lapped at his balls. He was moaning now in ecstasy rather than in the pain I had earlier inflicted on him. When I thought he was expecting nothing more than for this to go on I slapped both my hands on his ass cheeks, hard. I stood up letting his dick fall out of my mouth and continued to beat his ass with a vengeance. My hands began to hurt after a while but I continued on. After 25 or 30 good smacks I brought my hands down on his nuts again, then held his dick in one hand, and smacked it roughly with the other. He was thrashing about, begging for me to stop, when his entire body went rigid and he shot his load all over his chest and face. He may have shot his load, but I still had mine.
I stripped off my jeans and attacked his ass like a stallion in heat. Dry I took him. He yelled and begged again, but his ass was mine and there was nothing he could do to stop me. I fucked his ass long and hard. Each time I felt myself ready to cum, I'd slow down, relax a bit, and then go at it again. I didn't know I could fuck for so long without cumming. His begging turned back to sobs but I wanted more. While fucking him I grabbed onto his balls again and began to squeeze with each thrust. His sobs turned into moans as the pain form his ass and his balls seared through his bound and suspended body. After what must have been a steady twenty minutes of solid torture for him I came, shooting my load deep into his ass, but I never let go of his balls. I continued to squeeze and pull the hell out of them, being careful not to over do it. I wanted to teach him a lesson, not do any physical damage to him.
"Okay, you've had your fun with me. I'm truly sorry, can you let me go now"? He asked me through his tears. "I'm not so sure you're really telling me the truth John," I said to him. "What will you do to prove it to me?" He thought for only a second and said "Anything. Really, anything you want. But PLEASE stop torturing me!" I asked him if he'd drink my piss. He said that he would but I'd have to untie him first. I was too smart for that. I aimed my dick into his face and told him to open his mouth. He begged me to untie him first, but I refused. "Open your mouth pig or I'll beat your balls again!" He opened his mouth and I began to fill it with my piss. Most of it ran into his nose and hair, but he kept his mouth open anyway. When I was finished I walked around him again, grabbed my jeans and slipped them back on again. I then lowered the bar off the chairs, one at a time, making sure I didn't drop him, pulled the bar out from under his knees, and left him laying there on the floor of the shed.
As I closed the door behind me I could hear him screaming for me to come back, not to leave him there. I went off to make another round of the buildings on campus, then went back to my bunk to straighten out my cubby and put my laundry away. After some 2 hours I began to feel a little guilty about John laying there on the floor of the shed and went back to free him.
When I entered the shed he was still crying softly, and my heart really went out to him. I had no idea I had hurt him so much on an emotional level. It was obvious to me then that someone who had to see others in pain was himself in pain one way or another. I knelt down beside him, brushed his hair back from his face and gently kissed him. Our tongues meshed beautifully. While still kissing him I began to untie his wrists from his ankles. When free he immediately wrapped his arms around me and we kissed for quite a long time. I felt myself getting another hard on, and wanted another shot at his ass, but I knew he was still too sore. When we stopped kissing, I helped him up off the floor and helped him into some pants. I literally had to carry him back to his bunk. He was still too weak to walk on his own. I helped him onto his bed and massaged some strength back into his legs and arms, then lay down beside him. We wrapped our arms around each other, he feeling me and I him. I looked into his eyes and saw that what had happened earlier was a bonding between us. John and I made love for some two hours that early afternoon. Afterwards we lay in each others arms and quietly fell asleep.
John and I awoke just as the sun was going down outside and evening would soon be upon us. We both got out of bed and went into the shower feeling the warm water wash away the sweat and tears of our earlier encounter. A hot shower will do wonders for a man. After showering we helped each other back into fresh clothes then drove into town for some dinner.
After dinner we stopped at a local bar for some needed drinks. I, with my bourbon, and he with his ever present Budweiser, we drank for several hours. Talking, laughing, and getting to know each other better. By midnight we were both pretty well trashed and headed back out to the car for the short 10 mile drive back to camp. Going up the single lane hardtop I felt his hands reaching into my crotch, and my dick rising to the occasion. "Wait until we get back" I said to him, but he was insistent. I pushed my seat as far back as it would go as his hands went to undo my belt and open the zipper on my jeans. His head went down into my crotch and onto my hardening dick. HE sucked like there would be no tomorrow, as I tried my best to drive the winding road the few last miles to camp. I didn't want to come until I had him in bed and it was all I could do to keep myself steady. As we pulled into the parking lot I couldn't hold out any longer and I shot my load into his mouth. I knew this was his first time, but he swallowed every rich drop as if it were honey.
We walked back to my bunk wrapped in each others arms. When we finally got there, I pushed two of the cots together and invited him to spend the night with me. We didn't get much sleep that night for we each had found something new in life. I, a new friend, and he, a new lifestyle.
John and I didn't get much sleep that night as we were too busy making love and exploring each other's bodies. But finally we did fall asleep and slept rather soundly. Every once in a while I would awake and smell the wonderful aroma of his body as it was tucked beside mine. But there is another story to tell.....
It was obvious that John awoke before me that morning because as I tried to turn over for that last few minutes of sleep I found I had been bound spread eagle to the bed. SHIT! It seems like the tables were turned, and I immediately began to be sorry that I had been so rough on him the day before. I'd never inflicted more than I would accept upon myself. But yesterday I went a bit overboard past my limits of endurance. Trying to make the best of my present situation I called over to John who was standing there watching me. "Hey buddy," I said with a chuckle, " what's going on here?" John just smiled and said nothing. I thought about trying to talk my way out of this but it was obvious this was not to be. Better to say nothing and hope this guy had some brains AND some pity.
"Want some breakfast?" he asked me. "Sure" I told him, "but you've got to untie me first." "It won't be necessary. I'll feed it to you MY way." With that he walked over, aimed his dick at my face and let loose with his morning piss. I opened my mouth to take every drop but he changed his aim so that my face, hair and chest were covered with it. My dick responded at once to this stimulation. "I see you're enjoying this, my new friend, let's see if you like this!" And with those words several hours of pain and humiliation were to begin. He was back to his favorite trick and smashed me in the nuts. I yelled out and began to choke on the piss that was still in my throat, and he hit them again. This time I screamed and fought against the bonds that tied me down. He brought the back of his hand down onto my nuts for a third and final time and I saw stars. Now I know what they mean. A red fuzzy haze crossed my eyes punctuated with bright yellow flashes. I had no voice to cry out with. "Ha! So, you like it?" he said. I couldn't answer.
"Well, let's get you untied a bit, but I'm not quite done with you yet!" I heard him say through the ringing in my ears. I felt him undo the bounds on my legs and arms. I could have fought him then, but didn't really have the strength. "Will I have to tie you up again, or will you be a good little boy and do as I say?" Not wanting to loose complete control I agreed to be good. "Okay then, I think the bathroom needs some cleaning. Let's see you do it." he said as he pulled me by my dick into the bathroom of the bunk. I asked him for a bucket and a sponge as the kids used every morning, but he told me I'd have to use my tongue, and do a good job of it. The bathroom had three booths and a urinal in it, the urinal prone to flooding from time to time. He opened the door to the first booth, lifted the seat and told me to get on my knees and lick the porcelain rim clean. I could see a few areas of dried piss and some pubic hairs left from the day before on there, but slowly stuck out my tongue and began to lick the rim as instructed. Then he told me to lick the underside of the toilet seat itself. This was dirtier than the rim and I could see some brown spots on it that I knew where from shit splashing into the bowl. I began to protest a bit, but was met with a kick between my legs, which although missing my tender nuts was warning enough. I did as I was told.
When I was done with the first booth John brought me into the second and then the third to do the same. Then to the urinal where he made me lick the inside, the rim, and the floor under it, which was still moist from yesterday morning's using. "It's lucky for you there wasn't any left over shit from some kid not flushing, or you'd be cleaning that too!" he told me finally. "But we're going to do each and every bathroom on boy's campus before I'm done with you." My heart sank. How much of this could I do? And what would happen if we DID find a bowl where some kid didn't flush the day before? I was soon to find out.
"First things first." he said, reaching for a laundry bag and dumping it's contents on the floor. "Let's see what you can find in there!" he told me. He kicked the dirty laundry around with his foot until he found some old underwear. "Eat them! Put them in your mouth and suck them clean!" I did as I was told. Picking them up and placing them in my mouth I could taste the 16 year old's sweat, stale piss, and shit that they contained. I was actually enjoying this a bit. While I was doing this John began to dump each and every laundry bag's contents out onto the middle of the floor. He told me to go through the pile and to pull out each pair of underwear and each jockstrap and to put them into piles on the side. Then I was to suck the crotch of each one in turn. One pair had a good amount of shit stains in them. John made me chew on these just as he had the first. They tasted awful, but I was ton, afraid of his anger. When I was done, he pulled out a used jock strap and ordered me to put it on over my head, with the crotch covering my face. As I did, I could smell the aroma of the guy that wore it last and my dick began to stiffen.
"Wait a minute, you're not supposed to be enjoying this!" He then put the shit stained underwear over my head also, and my dick got stiffer. Seeing this he kicked me in the balls once. But that was enough. I rolled over onto the floor and lay there doubled over. Its a good thing he was barefoot at the time, otherwise.....
"Okay pig let's go for a walk." With my head covered with dirty underwear AND a jockstrap I couldn't see very well. To make matters worse I was barefoot and completely naked form the night before. John threw me a pair of flip flops and a pair of gym shorts, then led me out the door to the next bunk. Once inside I was told to strip off the shorts and lay down over one of the bunks. He sat on my back, took off one of my flips and proceeded to beat my ass with it. As I began to breathe harder from the beating I could smell the odors of the underwear on my face and I began to feel a strange mix of pleasure and agony. After what must have been 20 swats he got up and pushed me of the bed onto my knees. "Okay, there's a bathroom in here too. Let's hope some kid forgot how to flush."
This bunk belonged to the next older bunch of kids, seventeen year olds that were here for their last year before becoming counselors. Again three booths, and a urinal, but this one was filthy! The urinal was clogged and the toilets were covered with stale piss and pubic hair. The place smelt awful. Prodding me with his foot he pushed me into the first booth, lifted the first seat and told me to begin. I pulled the underwear and jock up so that I could do what I was told and reluctantly went to work. First one, then the second, then the third. Each one had been flushed before, and I had been saved just one more time. When we got to the urinal he ordered me to lick the bowl until it was dry. There was several loads of day old piss in there and I knew it would take some time since it was filled to the very rim. I went to work slurping as much of it as I could, then licking the rest. My mouth tasted awful, and my stomach didn't like it too much either. I gagged a few times from the taste, but he urged me on.
Then he played the same game with the laundry bags here as in my bunk before. Finding every pair of dirty underwear and jocks, sucking the crotch of each one. Tasting, wearing, smelling. Then after cleaning up, it was off to another bunk. This one was larger than any of the others. It was built to hold 4 groups of ten kids each, so rather than 3 toilets there were 6, and two urinals. John left me standing in one of the bunkrooms while he went into the bathrooms to look them over. When he came back he said, " I'll make you a deal. Let me tie you up and kick you in the balls three times with a pair of boots on, and we'll stop the game right now." I didn't have to think. I told him no, that I'd much rather spend the next couple of days here than in the hospital. "Okay," he told me," you asked for it!"
Back on my knees he led me into the bathrooms. 6 toilets and 2 urinals. Both urinals were filled with old piss and I was ordered to clean them out like the first. I was beginning to get sick of this, but there was worse to come. The first toilet I had to lick was relatively clean, but the second was a nightmare. When he lifted the lid to expose the water beneath it was filled with shit and used toilet paper. "I'll have to tie you up for this" he said laughing. " I hope you're hungry." He went left the bathroom and came back a minute later with a shoelace with which he tied my hands behind my back. "I'm not going to make you actually eat all that, but you're going to wish I did" He told me as he stepped behind me.
He pushed my head down into the bowl until my face was completely in that shit filled water. Then he began to whip my ass with something wide and flat. A paddle with holes in it that we used for paddle ball games. With my face in the water, when the first stroke hit, I gulped for air, but instead got my mouth and nose filled with shit. Slam! Slam! Four or five time. Then he pulled me up by the hair, asked me if it tasted good, and before I had a chance to answer him, he pushed my face back in and repeated the abuse to my ass. This went on for what seemed a very long time. Face in, five swats, face out, breathe quick, then all over again. I could taste the shit and felt it all over my face. When we started what was recognizable as pieces of shit, was now just brown shitty water. I thought I'd throw up if he did it any more.
Finally he stopped and flushed the toilet. I was gasping for breath and sick with the taste and smell form that toilet, but I knew there was more to come. Dragging me by my bound hands he threw me into the shower and turned the water on to wash the shit off my face. I instantly felt a bit better. " On your knees, schmuck!" he yelled, "Open your filthy mouth. It needs to be washed out!" With that he began to piss again into my mouth. This time though I was in a better position to drink it all. I moved my mouth closer to his dick until it was actually in my mouth and drank deeply, enjoying the taste of him. For the first time in an hour my dick became hard again. He didn't like that.
Untying my hands he threw me a towel, and told me to dry myself off. I did as instructed. I could still smell and taste the shit my face had been swimming in though. When I was dried I handed him back the towel, and was reminded that there were still 4 toilets to clean. I went back to work. In the last one was a solitary piece of shit. This time thought I wouldn't be so lucky. "This time you will really taste it!" He laughed. With that he pushed my face toward the water. "When I pull your head out you'd better have that shit in your mouth or you'll wish you were dead!" I knew he meant it this time. My face was pushed in, I opened my mouth and let that shit into it, closing my teeth a bit to hold it in. The TASTE! Argh!. It was horrible. I tried not to let what was happening to me enter my mind else I'd certainly puke all over the place. When he pulled my face out he saw I had done what he said. "Perhaps I should make you chew that up and swallow it?" He said grinning. " But, I'm too much of a nice guy. Let me think. " But he thought for a few minutes and the shit was beginning to dissolve in my mouth. I tried as best I could no tot swallow, but it was no use. The taste of it was worse than I could have ever thought, and twice I almost lost it. Finally he told me to spit it out, and that I could wash out my mouth with the water in the toilet. I did so gratefully! What a relief.
"Can we call this off now John, you've proved your point." I said meekly. Hoping he'd agree. " Call it off? Hell no! There ain't gonna be anyone around here until tomorrow night. I'm gonna have some fun!" Again, my heart sank. This was not fun.
John ordered me back into the bunkroom and I expected him to start dumping laundry bags again. This time it was different. He led me over to a double steel bunk and had me stand face against it. He then took the shoelace and tied it to my balls, stretching them down, and then tying off the other end to the bar on the bottom bunk. My hands he tied to the top steel frame, and my ankles to the bottom. Again I was spread eagle, this time on my feet, and this time if I moved, even an inch, I would feel incredible pain i my balls.
"Ready to get fucked?" he said from behind me. I felt him put his hands on either side of me, then felt his dick probing for my asshole. He found his mark, then much to my surprise, took me gently. Pushing himself in a little bit at a time. When I felt discomfort he'd pullout a bit, let the muscles relax, and then go at it again. Finally he was in. Eight inches of that beautiful cock was buried in my ass. He began to fuck me slowly, but even that tugged at my balls without mercy. I tried to stand as still as I could but it was useless. His 170 pound frame forced me to rock forwards and back against the rope that held my balls fast to the bedframe. When I asked him to untie my balls he shoved his dick in harder than before, pushing me forward as far as the skin on my balls would stretch. I let out a yelp that could have been heard all over campus, and decided to keep any further suggestions to myself.
John fucked me like a king. Slowly, gently and steadily. As he fucked he began to pinch my nipples with increasing urgency. I then began to writhe with pleasure. My nipples are my 'buzz button'. Play with them, and I melt. He knew this from the night before, and went to work. The combination of his eight incher up my ass, the pain in my balls and the increasing pain to my nipples turned from agony to pleasure. As he shot his load into my ass, I shot mine across the bed in front of me. John didn't pull out right away, but let his dick go soft inside of me first. When he did finally pull out I immediately missed his dick in my ass. It felt so good up there. But the pleasure was soon replaced with the pain of him hitting my ass with that paddle again. This time he placed 10 carefully aimed swats. With each one my balls were tugged mercilessly. I began to yell, not so much from the ass beating but from the abuse my balls were receiving.
After he was finished, he reached back around my chest and began to pinch my nipples again. This time it was different. He passed the point of pleasure and began to inflict some pain. "Please" I begged him. I couldn't take anymore, and was quickly reaching my limits. But this didn't alter his mind. He continued to pinch and pull at my nipples while telling me that I deserved everything I had got, everything I was getting and everything I was going to get. Finally he stopped with my nipples. I was grateful for the reprieve but knew it wouldn't last. "I need to get something" he told me, " but I've got to tie you up first. I wouldn't want you going anywhere while I was gone" I assured him that I'd stay right there and wait for him, but he wouldn't hear of it. He untied my arms and legs, and then finally my aching balls. He then pushed the mattress off the top bunk and had me climb up onto the metal springs and to push my dick and balls through the opening. When I had done that he retied the rope to my balls, and retied it to the same bottom rail, pulling them tightly in the process. He didn't have to tie my hands or feet, I wasn't going anywhere. I found that if I pushed my body down into the springs I could relieve the pressure from my balls a bit, but it really didn't help.
John left me tied like that while he left the bunk. I didn't know where he was going, but when he came back I knew he had been to the maintenance shed. In his hands were several tools, two of which were vice grips. These he applied to my nipples through the springs. The weight of them pulled my nipples down, and the teeth bit into my flesh. If I moved a millimeter they would swing, adding more pain to my already hurting tits. He also brought back some heavy ropes and a long piece of towing chain.
"Listen my friend," he began, " when you are ready to eat my shit, and SWALLOW it, straight from my ass we'll end this little game. Until then, pray! " he finished with a laugh. He untied the shoelace from the bedframe, removed the vice grips from my nipples and ordered me to my knees before him. "Suck my dick!" he said, and I greedily did. A break in the pain of any kind was worthwhile. Moreover, I loved his dick. All eight inches of steel hard dick. The taste, the smell, the feel of it in my mouth. I began to give him one hell of a great blow job when I felt his foot hit me in the groin. Not hard, but hard enough to cause me to clench my teeth on his beautiful dick. I caught myself, but it was too late. "you'll pay for that" he told me. I tried to impress on him how sorry I was, and that it would never happen again, but he was not going to listen to me.
He had me lie on the floor in the middle of the bunk, wrapped that heavy rope around my dick and balls, and threw the free end over the rafters. Then he tied the towing chain to the end of the rope, and let it hang free from the floor. My dick began to turn purple from the lack of blood that was getting to it, and my balls screamed with the pain. To make matters worse he then reapplied the vice grips to my nipples, turning them and pulling them until I screamed. he let them fall against my chest then stood back to enjoy his work. "You'd better not move your hands or I'll make things worse for you," he told me. "Think about what you did to me yesterday while you're like that. Think HARD about it." He lifted the coiled chain and let it drop again for emphasis. I again cried out. "What about last night?" I pleaded. "Last night was very nice, and we'll do it again, but first YOU'VE got to be taught a lesson." "Don't you think I've already learned one?" I begged of him. But he was not to be swayed. "There's more for you" he told me. And I knew it was true.
John then tied my arms and legs to the bunks on the opposite sides of room, spit in my face and walked out the door. My balls, my balls, when had they ever felt so much pain. The pain in my tits was already becoming a dull throb that echoed throughout my chest. I dare not yell out since I needed to save my strength. Where had he gone. We must have been doing this for 4 or 5 hours by this time, I hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch save for the bits of shit that had washed down my throat. I was hungry and VERY thirsty.
What must have been half an hour later John returned, this time fully dressed in a shirt, jeans and his boots. He sat on the edge of the bunk nearest my head and stuck one of his booted feet into my face. "Lick!" he said, " and it'd better be clean when you're done." I knew he meant business. I licked at the bottom of his boot with all I had, and when done with the first it was replaced with the second. He then leaned over and opened the vice grips allowing blood to flow back into my nipples. It hurt more than ever before, and I tried to break the bonds that held my hands. No good. I was stuck. Then he untied the chain from the end of the ropes that held my very sore nuts captive and dropped the chain on my chest. Finally he untied my balls. I felt instant relief, but I still had my hands and legs tied. I was still helpless for his whims.
"What do you think we should do with you now?" he asked me smiling. Knowing my place I offered little advice. "Well?" he continued, "What do you think we should do with you now?" This time a bit louder and a bit more demanding. "Anything you want John. If I have a lesson to learn I'm willing to learn it, but please have some mercy with me." I had done my best but it was not very good. "Mercy? You want mercy from me? After what you put me through? But since you were so good last night in bed I'll go just a bit easier with you the rest of the day." I thanked him as much as I could for a guy in my position. He got up from the bed and lay down on top of me kissing me deeply, but the weight of his body hurt my balls, and even the material on my shirt hurt my nipples. I couldn't yell out, so I put my energy into the kiss. It was wonderful. We kissed for a long time. My dick found itself getting stiff again and it hurt. I could feel him hardening also through his jeans.
When he realized I was good and hard, he slowly raised himself from my prone body, gave my nipples one good squeeze, and started to stroke my dick. His hand job was painful from the previous abuse, and as I cried out in pain he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking me deeply into his throat. It didn't take much for me to shoot this load. He sucked and slurped until every drop had been drained from my aching, but relieved dick. I thought he had swallowed my cum, but he turned around, and spit it into my face and grabbed my nipples again between his calloused fingers. "Scream asshole! Scream all you want. it ain't gonna do you any good! Scream!" His torture of my nipples went on and I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow until he reached back and smacked my balls. My screaming stopped and the lights in my head went out. Last thing I heard him say was "Holy shit!"
I awoke some time later to find myself strung up in the maintenance shack the way I had him the day before. When he saw my eyes open he came over to me and apologized for making me pass out, then pulled out his dick and let lose with a long, hot stream of his piss. With my head hanging upside down it ran into my nose causing me to choke and gasp for air. When he stopped pissing, he walked around behind me, stroked his dick to erection, and fucked me like I had him. Hard, Dry, and rough. My throat was already sore from before, but from somewhere I found the strength to scream out at his entry. This was not fun. he grabbed onto my balls and used them as a balance. Fucking me, pulling and pushing my balls, but not cumming. He pulled out, raised the paddle, and gave me 20 on my ass, and two more directly on my nuts. I felt the lights going out again, but came back from the edge. John then kicked one of the chairs out of the way and I fell to the floor with a thud that set my teeth to jarring.
"I've got one more thing for you to do my little friend before I'm done with you. Are you ready to eat my shit?" Through the painful haze I told him I would do anything I could to stop the abuse. He untied my arms and legs, then like the day before carried me back to my bunk. But unlike the day before, he didn't give me comfort, but dropped me on the floor in front of one of the toilets. he left me there for a moment and returned with a towel that he placed under the seat. He then lowered the seat making a depression in the center of the towel to catch the shit he was going to give me. He then dropped his pants and sat down, ordering me to suck on his dick and drink any piss that came out. I was warned that if I missed even one drop I would have to go through everything all over again.
I placed my mouth on his dick, heard him fart and heard the first piece fall form his ass onto the towel. "You're gonna like this alot! I'll bet my shit tastes GREAT" he said smiling. Then another piece fell from his ass, then he began to piss, and I struggled to swallow every drop. Then more shit, and the smell from between his legs was horrendous. Finally he was done, stood up, turned around and ordered his ass licked clean. "Just an appetizer" he told me. I cautiously licked at his asshole, but felt his hand push my face deeper between his ass cracks. My first taste of fresh shit and I was going to be sick. This was one thing I'd probably survive, but I knew that there was a towel of shit he was going to make me eat.
After licking his ass I saw the 'meal' that awaited me for the first time. It was a good sized pile of fresh steaming shit. John's shit. "Okay boy, now for your dinner" he grinned. Lifting the towel out of the toilet he told me to open my mouth and get ready. He then took the towel and placed it against my face, the full load of shit flooding my mouth and nose. He pulled the towel tight behind my head tying it behind with some rope. Then he pulled me off the floor by my arms and led me back into the bunk room itself, ordering me to lie down on my back on the floor. Upon doing so I felt his booted foot pressing down over my shit filled mouth. "CHEW IT!" he said pushing it into my mouth. I chewed. "SWALLOW" he commanded and I did my best not to throw up as his shit went down my throat. My head was spinning. I had trouble breathing through the shit in the towel and my mouth, throat and stomach was filled with his shit. The horrible taste and smell. Would it ever end?
John took his foot off my mouth and left me laying there. I dare not move. He came back with some ropes and tied my hands and feet to the opposite bunks. I then felt him smearing something onto my dick and balls and then onto my nipples. Like a shot the began to burn. FIRE was all I could think of, and then realized it was Ben Gay! FIRE. my balls burned with it, my dick was consumed by it, by nipples throbbed with it. FIRE! I tried to scream through he towel, but he just pushed more shit into my mouth with his foot. I lay there in absolute agony for what seemed forever then felt cold water being poured on my body. First my balls, then my chest, and finally on the towel that was pushing his shit into my mouth and nose. For only a moment the pain subsided, and then returned. FIRE! "Help me" I thought. But there was no one around.
Through the ever growing haze that surrounded my brain I could both hear and feel him untying my arms and legs. My hands went immediately to my balls, but their touch did not quell the pain. I tried to get up but was pushed back down on the floor. "You can remove the towel". Did I actually hear that or was I dreaming. "You can remove the towel." This time I was sure it was John talking. I quickly reached behind my head and pulled the towel off. Gasping for FRESH air that was not to be found. I rolled over on the floor spitting and choking, trying to clear my throat. For the moment the pain in my groin and nipples was foreshadowed by my desire to get the shit out of my mouth and nose.
I tried to get up and into the bathroom for some water, but he pushed me back down again, telling me not to get up, or it'd be worse. "Worse?" I thought. How could it get worse? I lay there again trying to fan my nipples and my balls with my hands, but it did little good. Now was the time to beg. "John", I begged, "John, please, please let me wash myself, please John, please?!?" He was pleased. But my begging did not stop there. I actually began to cry. I turned onto my side grabbing onto his leg and pleaded with him for relief. "Well," he said, " I don't quite know if it's time yet." he said to me. But I pleaded only more urgently. My balls and nipples were still on fire and my mouth and nose were still filled with his shit. "PLEASE!" I begged him.
"Okay. I think you might have learned your lesson now, but I'm still not quite done with you." Still not done with me? What more could there be? At this point it didn't matter, I raised myself off the floor and headed for the shower washing myself with as much soap as I could ever get. Rinsing my balls and nipples with cool water brought almost instant relief. I washed out my mouth and nose, swallowing what must have been gallons of water. He just stood there outside the shower smiling. He had won. I was destroyed.
When I finished up in the shower, I went over to brush my teeth and really clean out my mouth. my balls and nipples still burned a bit, but life was easier now. I no longer smelled or tasted shit, and the pain was subsiding, but I was exhausted and realized that it was dark outside. An entire day of pure hell and degradation had just taken place. An entire day to pay for my one rash hour of yesterday.
I moved to leave the bathroom and put some clothes on. I needed a cigarette and to sit alone to recover my wits about me, but John was in the way. "I said I wasn't quite done with you yet" he said to me. I didn't want to hear this from him, nor anyone at the moment, and I told him so. "Leave me the fuck alone damnit! Haven't you had enough already, now get out of my way!" He just stood there and smiled. "Not until I'm done with you!" "Okay John," I began, "What else do you want to do to me? Cut my balls off? Pour burning gasoline up my ass? What more could you possibly do?" I was getting hysterical at this point. John just stood there and smiled.
"I want to make love to you" he said. "I want you to know that there isn't anyone who can make love to you like I can. That's you're final lesson."
It was a lesson I was ready and willing to learn.
We were awakened by the first bus as it rolled up the hill and into the parking lot to unload its cargo of screaming campers. It would be another week before we'd be alone again.
When the season was over and the kids safely returned to their parents, the owners needed a couple of workers to stay an additional week to close the camp down. Dave came and asked me if I'd stay and I agreed. When the last car rolled off the mountain, I set out toward the maintenance shed to get the truck to load all the mattresses for winter storage.
"Hey guy!" I heard from inside the shed. There was John standing there with a grin.
One week to do the work?
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