The long awaited next chapter...
Chapter 23
"It's time to do your front," I said. "Let me put the blindfold back on. Guy bent over and I blindfolded him, and then led him back to the stool. "This time I want you with your back on the stool," I told him. I had Guy back against the stool, then sort of slither down by bending his knees until his shoulders were against the edge of the stool. Once his back was in place he thrust his hips upward, and slid on top of the stool.
I jiggled his shoulders until I was satisfied, then told Greg, "Get a firm grip on his balls." I guess Greg got TOO firm a grip; Guy gave a groan of pain (or pleasure?) as Greg held him in place. Too bad. Then I bent Guy's arms down and secured them to the cuffs at the base of the stool. I told Greg, "Let go of his balls and go get me some ice, in a bowl."
Greg came back and handed me the ice. I told him, "Take off the weights on Guy's balls and get to work on them." As Greg started undoing the leather encircling Guy's balls, I told him, "When you're done, get the electric clippers and start trimming. Once you've done as much as you can THAT way, you can start with the razor." Then, grinning at Greg, I added, "And try not to slip like you did last time." Guy shuddered beneath us. "This guy," I added, tapping Guy on the chest, "Probably wants to keep both his balls." Greg gave a chuckle. Guy didn't.
While Greg was working on shaving all of the hair around Guy's cock, I undid one of the clamps which had been digging into Guy's tits for quite a while. Guy yelled when the blood starting rushing into his poor, mangled tit. Just to help things along a little, I started tweaking it. Guy yelled again. I took a piece of ice and held it to the tit. Guy gave a start-boy was this guy jumpy! But then the ice started doing its job of numbing the tit and Guy relaxed again. Just in time for me to pull the clamp off his other tit.
Well, after I'd cooled his tits down, I decided it was time to heat them up again. I went over to the table and picked up a candle and lit it. I then came back and stood at Guy's head, with my crotch just about in his face. I leaned over and held the candle a few inches above Guy's left tit. I tilted it just a bit and a few drops of hot wax landed dead center.
Guy gave a yell loud enough to wake the dead. So of course I had to try it out on his right tit. THAT one was just as sensitive. So while Greg merrily shaved, I made patterns on Guy's chest with hot wax, each drip eliciting a yelp or a groan. After a while, I decided Guy was faking it, so I peeled the wax off of both his tits. Then I held the candle REAL close and let the wax run down from the tips. Now when Guy yelled at least I knew it hurt!
Greg declared that he was done shaving. I moved around Guy to inspect Greg's work. I made a comment about the light being bad. Guy could feel the heat from the flame as I moved the candle close to his cock and balls. I let the first drops of hot wax run down the underside of Guy's balls. Even Greg winced at that one. Guy begged me to stop, so I did, after spilling some more wax on his balls, and his cock, and let just the smallest stream run down his perineum and into his ass crack. Ouch, that must have smarted!
I took a look at the clock on the wall and decided that we'd have to wrap things up soon. So I blew out the candle and told Greg to wipe the wax off Guy as best he could while I went to take a leak (sorry, guys, no water sports story here). By the time I got back, Greg had Guy's chest just about done. I guess he was saving Guy's crotch for last. Greg was-he enjoyed scraping his fingernails along Guy's sensitive, newly-shaven crotch as he scrape off the wax.
I undid Guy's wrists and told Greg to help him to turn over. Guy was soon again with his chest resting on the stool and his hands cuffed to its legs. I then told it was time for him to replace the dildo. Greg slowly pulled the dildo out of Guy's ass. He stared at it in distaste and quickly looked for a place to put it down. I said to Greg, "Go wash it off first, then come back here.
Greg hurried off to the kitchen, where I could soon hear the water running. A couple of minutes later and he was back, waiting for my next instruction. "Why don't you take off your ball weights?" I suggested. Greg looked gratefully at me and said, "Thanks, Sir" as he unsnapped the ball stretcher and carefully laid the weights down. "Take off the tit clamps, also," I suggested. Greg may have THOUGHT he'd be happy with that command. Little did he remember the effects of taking off tight clamps after they'd been on for a while.
Greg sucked in his breath when the blood started flowing. He knew enough not to say anything, though, not even when I came over to him and said, "Here, let me help get the blood flowing." There wasn't much he could do except again say "Thanks, Sir" as I tweaked his poor tits in my fingers.
When I'd had my fun I said, "Oh, excuse me, Guy. We've been ignoring you." Then I turned to Greg and said, "Why don't you see if you can pleasure his prostate with your prick?" (How do you like that alliteration?) I guess Greg's COCK liked the idea; it was quickly springing to attention. I pointed at the lube, and Greg started lubing up his cock. He grinned when he caught me watching him.
Greg positioned himself behind Guy and held his cock at the entrance to Guy's ass. Greg pushed forward and his cock slide in as though it had been fitted just for Guy. Greg took hold of Guy's hips for balance and started plugging away at Guy's ass as though he'd been fucking guys instead of girls all his life. My only comments were, "Slow, down. Enjoy yourself. Let Guy enjoy it." Greg slowed down and started looking as though he wasn't in a race to finish fucking Guy. He poked once and Guy gave a gasp of pleasure. "Poke him in that spot again," I suggested. After a couple of tries Greg found Guy's prostate again, and again Guy chirped with pleasure. Greg soon got so he was hitting Guy in the right spot more than one thrust out of two. Guy seemed to be liking it, the way he was carrying on.
Once again I said, "Hey, we're still ignoring our guest. Greg, why don't you take care of his front while you're doing the back?" I paused, then added, "But first, use some of this." I went over to the table and picked up the lube and squirted some into Greg's waiting hand. "Wait," I said. I went back to the table and picked up a tube of Ben Gay. I squirted some of THAT into Greg's hand as well. Greg looked at me and grinned, but wisely didn't say anything. He figured out that Guy would figure out what was going on soon enough.
Greg looked at me quizzically and I said, "Go for it." Greg reached around Guy's body, feeling for his cock and balls. Guy's cock was pointing out, hard as a stick-I guess he really liked being fucked. Greg rubbed his hand all around Guy's cock and balls, slathering the lube-and the Ben Gay-all around.
Guy started grunting with pleasure at Greg's first touches. Then the Ben Gay started doing its work on his balls, and his grunts turned into cries of pain. I took the opportunity, when Guy's mouth was open to complain, of sticking my own hard cock into it. "Shut up and suck," I commanded. I took hold of Guy's ears and pulled myself forward. My cock slid down Guy's throat like IT had been sized just for my cock. I started plugging away.
Guy's body started sliding back and forth, and then settled down as Greg and I coordinated our rhythms, both shoving our cocks in at the same time, then both pulling them out before shoving them in again. Greg looked like he was enjoying himself. I know I was.
A fine sheen of sweat covered Greg's chest and highlighted the valley between his tits and the ridges of his abs. I leaned over Guy's body and took hold of Greg's head and pulled it forward. My tongue entered his mouth and we kissed deeply for half a minute or so, before I realized how difficult it was to keep up a steady pace while bent over like that. In the meantime, Guy writhed with pleasure when Greg poked him, and with pain when Greg squeezed his balls to hard or the Ben Gay got particularly nasty.
Greg started grunting and panting, so I knew he was getting close. In between my thrusts I could feel and hear Guy trying to grunt so I knew he was getting close. Or else he was still displeased with the Ben Gay spread liberally on his balls. Too bad. I was also getting close, but deepened my thrusts down Guy's throat lest I be the last one to cum.
Greg gave a cry and shoved his cock deep into Guy's ass and held his belly flat against Guy's ass as he came. Indeed, Greg's body itself started writhing, and I thought he would pass out from pleasure (or because all of the blood had left one head for the other). Somehow he managed to keep his hold on Guy's cock and work it back and forth, and I could soon see by the way Guy was arching his back and tightening his ass that he too was cumming. Guy's squeezing of Greg's cock made Greg spasm and cum yet again and again.
As for me, I was enjoying watching the two of them cum, but as Guy cam he tightened his mouth on my cock just as he tightened his ass on Greg's cock. The effect was electrifying and I felt myself shooting yet again. Oh my poor balls, to think how often and how much they'd been drained this past couple of days. It was great!
I thrust again and again as my juice spurted down Guy's throat. By then Greg had subsided and was standing there, quivering and trying to recover. On his hands on Guy's waist and his cock up Guy's ass kept him upright. I, myself, had trouble standing, and staggered over to lean on the table. At last I'd caught my breath and could pay attention to the others.
Greg, too was breathing deeply and seemed less in danger of passing out. Guy was lying there, also trying to catch his breath. Nice guy that I am, I handed Greg a towel so he could wipe Guy's cum, and the lube and Ben Gay, off his hands. He looked at me as if to ask, "May I pull out?" I nodded, so he pulled his hips back and slowly withdrew his cock from Guy's ass. It made an audible pop as it left and Guy's ass could once again slam shut.
Greg took the towel in his hand and started wiping his cock. He asked me, "Can I go and clean up a little, please?" Of course I said, "Yes," and Greg headed off to the bathroom. In the meantime I bent down and undid Guy's restraints. With some effort he pushed himself to his feet, where he stood there swaying. When I realized he was trying to figure out whether he was allowed to take off the blindfold-he wasn't-I moved behind him and took it off. Guy stood there blinded as the bright lights hit his eyes. He was also covered with a layer of sweat, and his cock looked a little the worse for wear. His balls looked a LOT the worse for wear.
I handed Guy a towel and said he could wipe his hands and chest with it but to leave his balls alone. Guy sighed, but did as I commanded. Then I noticed a mess on the floor under the stool. "See that?" I said, pointing. "Clean it up. And since I'm nice you can use the towel and not your tongue."
Guy got down on his knees and started scrubbing the floor. About then Greg came back, looking a little bit cleaner. Without my saying a word he went over to the table and got the ball weights and strapped them on. He was learning. Then he did something that surprised me-he picked up the camera and asked, "May I?"
When I nodded, Greg started taking pictures of Guy on the floor, ass up in the air, then Guy getting up, some close ups of Guy's shaved crotch and a couple of his overall body. He turned to me and grinned saying, "Hey, it was my first barber job. I want pictures for posterity."
Guy looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "Hey, I have to get going. I have a dinner date."
"Dressed like that?" I asked.
"I have a shirt in the car," Guy said. "But otherwise I can wear the chaps and vest to the place we're going. Say, can I use your shower to clean off?"
I knew Guy also wanted to get the Ben Gay off his balls. Nevertheless I said, "Sure. Greg will show you where it is and get you some towels."
Greg led Guy off and I soon heard the water running in the bathroom. Greg came back a minute later to find out what we were going to do now. I said to him, "Get Guy's jock strap." Greg got it and handed it to me. "Now get me the Ben Gay." Greg got that for me also. I took off the top and squeezed a gob into the jock. I then rubbed it in so that it wouldn't be immediately obvious to Guy when he put the jock back on. "Now put this back where you got it," I said, handing Greg the tube.
A couple of minutes later Guy came out of the shower looking very smooth. My camera clicked away as he pulled on the jock and his 501s. Guy picked up his chaps, then set them down again, saying, "I think I'll leave these off. I have to get going or I'll be late." He quickly pulled on his socks and boots, and stood up. I got one last shot of him bare-chested and another of him with his vest on. He STILL looked hot. If he noticed the Ben Gay in his balls he didn't say anything; I was hoping if he felt anything he'd think it was residual from our earlier play.
Anyway, Guy, with his chaps under his arms, bade us "Good bye" and I opened the door to let him out. As he was hurrying towards his car I saw him wiggle a bit, like something was bothering him. He stopped and reached for his crotch. He reached into his pants and came out with a finger coated with Ben Gay. He looked at us, amazed when he realized what it was. All he could do was yell, "I'll get you for this! You have to come work out sooner or later!" Greg and I was laughing our heads off as Guy hurried to his car then seemed to be looking for something-we saw a flash of white and realized he'd found a towel and was struggling to wipe off as much of the Ben Gay as he could. Never mind, there would STILL be enough left on his balls to remind him of his afternoon with us.