Torture Can Be Fun -- a Homoerotic S&M adventure by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
What follows is fiction and fantasy, not to be tried at home If you object to one handed stories or under age of consent please f*** off.
Chapter One
I prepared my body in the house and then sat on the ground outside our back door so as to be seen by the occupants of his shed as instructed, knowing he would only make things worse if I showed him up. Preparing my mind for what I expected to follow was much more difficult, I was not to inhale any poppers until the buzzer sounded to start my evening of pain.
He'd gone over my body earlier to check I'd shaved thoroughly and to remove those few hairs I couldn't reach on my backside. Id followed his inspection by flushing my system out thoroughly three times, then taken a shower to remove any loose hairs and clean my body. My rough-cut blonde/brown hair fell below my ears but below that I was completely free of body hair apart from my arms and lower legs. I wore nothing apart from my body harness, wrist and ankle restraints a metal ring behind my cock and balls and a split weight screwed above my balls. He liked to fit other straps and weights to abuse my privates himself.
When I'd finished preparing my body to the level required I greased and inserted the butt plug he'd left by the back door and holding my only relief for the nest few hours, a new bottle of chilled poppers, I buzzed the shed and walked outside to sit under the floodlight in full view from the shed.
I'd not been aware a summer rain had started but he would have been, that made no difference, I knew he'd sold tickets for a full house and nothing would stop him giving full value, he had a reputation to protect. Last year he'd made me sit out here in the snow one weekend, though, I had to admit only for a few moments and he had allowed me a mat to sit on.
This summers evening he left me sitting with the rain falling on my unprotected body for quite a while, the plug being forced well and truly inside my hole and my body getting soaked to the extent I worried about the leather harness shrinking. No doubt that was in his mind also, thankfully the restraints were rubber based. Finally, I heard the buzzer behind me and standing carefully so as not to lose my butt plug, took a quick sniff of poppers and started the walk down his garden to the shed, the split weight behind my balls keeping my progress slow causing them to swing and knock against my legs.
When I reached the shed door I stopped, fitted my blindfold, then reached out and knocked. I was quite aware I'd been in view ever since stepping from the back door but was not allowed to see my audience and possible abusers unless they requested it. I felt the heat stream out when the door was opened and hands take mine and lead me in. They were his hands this early in the evening and I knew when he taped me on my shoulder to reach up and find the two rings hanging on chains from the cross beams at just the right distance to hold my arms at forty-five degrees from my body. I could see nothing but having been here before knew the hut had a sealed tile floor that carried a couple of feet up the wall with a slight slope to a drain in one corner. Also fitted with rudimentary water and electrics. He had told me all tickets were sold which meant there was an audience of eight, age and looks unknown. All I did know was their interest in watching him abuse my body, possibly join in it they had the nerve.
'Here we are gents,' I heard him start his spiel, at least they were all male. Several times he'd been booked by the local S&M group and I found it distasteful to say the least being questioned and fondled, by females whispering in my ears as he beat or fucked me. 'A prime specimen standing proudly who we'll have begging on his knees before the nights out. Some of you have not been before, so just to remind you, if you want to have a go yourself please check with me first. Rules, nothing broken, no blood, no scat. He's blindfolded for now but you have nothing to fear if we remove it later so you can watch his eyes. By then he wont know who he is let alone be able to recognise you.'
It really was time he changed his opening remarks. I knew for a fact he had some regular participants who only waited till they had fifty pounds to spare before booking another vist. What they didn't know was the roof beams also hid a couple of web cams at this very moment transmitting to a computer indoors, not for any nefarious purpose but just for safety. He had edited a few clips over the past couple of years where no faces could be recognised and sold them for a fair sum. The only problem was these days that once a film had been sold it soon became free property, that's one reason he always tried to get at least fifty percent new blood at each occasion.
Kicking my feet apart he attached a spread bar to my ankle straps leaving my body stretched slightly in an X shape then started his warm-up on me.
'There are two orifices for penetration of any description but we will come back to those. Areas for infliction of pain are as follows. Face,' he demonstrated by slapping my head form side to side.
'Its best not to use any object apart from your hand. The head may also be enclosed in a harness to allow attachment of blindfolds or gag, also to assist in restriction of movement. Working down,'
his fingers pinched my nipples, digging his nails in and twisting them in opposite directions. That did make me gasp and my legs buckle. 'Feed you,' he asked. I nodded. He took the poppers from my hand and removing the cap allowed me to sniff deeply before replacing it. 'You can also apply clamps of varying types if your fingers have elsewhere to be.' He placed a pair of lightly weighted padded clamps on each nipple. 'Remember to remove them every five or ten minutes. Not only will the returning blood flow cause your specimen pain, it will also stop them become too numb to feel anything.'
His hands moved down to my stomach, 'This area, like the nipples above, is good for a lighter whipping, also for electrical stimulation which should always be kept below the chest.' Next his hand grasped my balls and pulled them sharply downwards. 'These are good for stretching and squeezing. They will take some pain but too much and your subject is likely to pass out easily. No fun then if he can't feel what you do to him.'
Then he grabbed my cock, squeezed it tightly, again I moaned. 'This is one of the best sites and as such should be treated with some respect. Good for belting, for strapping up with a full bladder, for hot wax or ice, basically anything you use on his body. Just remember its really quite fragile so don't go overboard.'
He took the poppers from my hand and fed me another dose. Even if I'd not been aware of what came next that would have warned me to be ready. The problem was he would never allow me enough, 'No fun if you cant feel it boy' he'd always tell me.
'Then we have the rear area,' he continued to his customers. 'Back and arse. Some continue down the legs and feet but I need my boy here to walk home in the morning.' That brought a little chuckle, it always did. Then he demonstrated, that changed to chuckles to gasps, mine included.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Six strokes of his belt up and down my backside and back. I never knew where he would start or finish, top or bottom, just that there would, this time, be six strokes.
'Now then gents,' he resumed his little speech, 'while he's still strung up and before we get serious why don't you all come closer and examine him yourselves. Just your hands for now please.' He fed me another dose of poppers, removed the nipple clamps and stood away, leaving my body to the tender, and not so tender, mercies of eight pairs of hands.
I could tell, almost at once, this was not to be an easy evening. There were no gentle touches I was aware off, all I felt were slaps and twisted nipples and hands pulling and twisting and squeezing my cock and balls. I couldn't help it; I was groaning and trying to twist my body away from the worst attacks within seconds. It was almost a release when someone asked, 'When can we start to beat him?'
'Now, if you like,' he said, 'Better plug his mouth first, don't want to wake the neighbours.'
Rubbish, there were no neighbours, just his way of getting things going. 'Someone rip that plug from his backside and shove the filthy thing in his mouth. That will keep the noise down.'
I knew it wasn't that filthy but they didn't, even so it had been up my hole and having it ripped out and shoved straight in my mouth was not very pleasant. 'Just be thankful it wasn't a deep one,' he told me, feeding another dose of poppers.
'Right then, you all get three strokes each for the time being, back, buttocks, chest or stomach.
Leave his dangly bits for now, I'll show you how to hurt them later. You can use the strap or the cat, up to you. Who's first?'
This was going to hurt; I could smell the hormones in the air, everyone wanted to see me in pain and were going to make damn sure it happened.