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TREE HOUSE TORTURE GAMES - PART TEN
[In Part Nine Lance finally introduced Mark and Kenny to Uncle Rob. Several times he had let Mark know that most of his information about kinky sex came from his uncle. Also, Mark had just found out that Kenny is indeed submissive to Lance as he had suspected. But even more surprising, Lance referred to him as his "slave"!]
"Did you say `slave'? Did you just call Kenny your slave?"
"I sure did," Lance said with a sly smile. "Don't believe me?" My face told him I didn't. "Then watch. Kenny, strip!"
Without hesitating, Kenny got out of his chair, moved to the center of the open kitchen floor, and began peeling off his clothes. Again I was speechless as he was soon totally naked and then dropped to his knees with his hands behind his head.
"What do you wish, Master?" Kenny said, with such seriousness that I began to believe this wasn't just part of our normal games back in the tree house.
Lance gave me another smile, then tuning back to Kenny, "Now take out my uncle's cock and suck it."
What?!? I looked over at Rob, fully expecting him to reprimand Lance, but instead his uncle scooted his chai away from the table, faced toward Kenny, and spread his legs wide apart. Then Kenny crawled across the floor on all fours until he was between Rob's legs. He squatted back on his knees again, and reached forward to start undoing Rob's pants.
I felt like I had landed on some alien planet. But as my own cock began to plump up, I had to admit it was a planet I wouldn't mind calling home.
Lance waved at me to come over to the other side of the table so I could have a better view. I went around behind Kenny and leaned up against the refrigerator. By now Kenny had Rob's zipper down and was reaching in to push aside his underwear. In a moment his hands brought out the biggest cock I had ever seen. Still limp, it was already at least as large as Lance's six-inches, but quite a bit thicker. Kenny showed no embarrassment whatsoever as he began to play with the beast, causing it to begin to rise up.
Once it was out to what must have been eight inches, Kenny leaned forward and, still holding the base of the cock with his left hand, began to lick it all over. Rob threw back his head and moaned aloud.
I realized that I was vigorously rubbing my own now rock hard cock though my shorts. One the past 2-1/2 weeks, every time I thought I'd seen the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, something came along to top it. So I just stopped saying that to myself.
"Glad you're enjoying this," Lance said to me, winking at me as he did. He scooted his chair over until it was right beside me. "Let me help you enjoy it more."
That said, he undid my shorts, let them fall to the ground, and hooked the band of my underwear under my balls. He took hold of my fully erect little cock and began slowly stroking it.
When I turned my attention back to Kenny I saw that he now had about 3 inches of Rob's enormous pole in his mouth, and was moving back and forth on it. I don't think I'd ever seen anything more beautiful in my life. I twirled my fingers in Lance's curly hair in appreciation for what he was doing to me.
"But...how?" I questioned Lance. "I thought he was...I thought he liked..."
"Being a top?" Lance finished my question for me. It was just as well that he did since I had never heard the term "top" before, but instantly understood what it meant. Lance knew so much, and it was now pretty obvious that Uncle Rob was the source of that knowledge.
"Yeah, well, he's really what we would call a switch. Someone who is able to switch from being a top to a bottom."
I thought about that for a moment. I definitely knew I was fully a "bottom" in this new nomenclature I was learning, but thought it was so cool that there could be people who could switch to either. As Lance seemed to be totally a top, it occurred to me that we had a pretty much perfect three-way relationship: Lance on top, me at the bottom, and Kenny in between able to go either way.
Suddenly Rob stood up and refastened his pants. "I think that's enough to make the point, eh Lance?"
Lance nodded in agreement. Kenny returned to his kneeling submissive position. He shot a quick place over at me, I thought maybe to check out how I was reacting to what had just happened. I mouthed a silent "Wow!" and smiled at him, my eyebrows arched. He blushed and winked back at me. In that moment I felt like all the tension between us over what had happened up in his tree house was gone, and I began to try to think of some way I could show him I wanted to trust him again.
"Uncle Rob," Lance spoke up suddenly, "Can we show them now?"
Show us? What else could he possibly have to show us after what I'd just watched!
"Sure, I guess," answered Rob. "You totally trust these guys?"
"Totally. After what we've done together, I know we'll keep each other's secrets. And I think they'll love what you have way too much to ever wreck it."
To say my curiosity was piqued would be the understatement of the year.
"OK then," Rob continued. "Mark, would you please join Kenny? I want you exactly like you see him now."
I was so horned up by that time I was ready to do anything, and I desperately wanted to see this secret thing that Lance wanted Rob to show us, so without hesitation I stripped off my clothes and knelt beside Kenny, putting my hands behind my head exactly like my friend.
"Nice!" Rob said through a big grin. He reached forward and gave a playful slap to my rigid cock, sending shock waves of ecstasy through my whole body. How hot it was to be touched even for just an instant by this hot older guy!
"OK you two, listen up," Rob said, suddenly getting very serious. "I want to hear from both of you that you can keep a secret absolutely. That whatever you see and experience here will never go beyond the four of us, unless Lance or I decide someone else should be included. Do you promise?
"I do," Kenny and I replied simultaneously, both of us sounding like we wanted to assure him we would take whatever this secret was to our graves.
"All right, stand up then. And you can be at ease or whatever you want to call it," Rob said with a chuckle. "Lance, lead the way."
Kenny and I stood, and then were surprise to see Lance strip off his clothes.
Rob explained. "Where we're about to go, no one goes in with clothes on. Except me, as I'm the owner. I'll explain more in a minute."
Lance was now naked. Once again I had to admire his sexy body. And once again I felt something more than just animal lust. What was he doing to me?
Lance turned and walked a few steps over to a door on the wall of the short hallway that led from the kitchen to what must be the living room. When he opened it, I could see it revealed stairs leading down to a basement. He flicked a switch, and I was surprised to see that the lights in the stairwell were all red bulbs, creating an eery atmosphere leading down to darkness.
Lance turned to Kenny and me. "You guys go down first, and stop when you get to the bottom of the stairs."
The two of us found our way down the dimly-lit wooden steps, stopping on a step just above a concrete floor. The light from the crimson bulbs in the stairwell didn't penetrate far into the darkness beyond. What the hell were we getting into?
Kenny and I stopped on the last step above the floor. Lance, still at the top of the stairs, called down, "You ready for this?"
Before either of us could answer, he flipped a switch and lights came on in the basement. These were regular lights, but very dim, and set in sconces on the walls. But they only had our attention for a moment.
At first I thought I was looking at a very well equipped workout room with lots of fancy equipment. But there were plenty of clues that made me slowly realize this room was for a very different kind of "workout."
The first thing that grabbed my focused attention was a pegboard fixed to one of the walls, the kind you would hang tools on in a workshop. From it hung at least a dozen different whips and floggers (not that I would've know the difference at the time), at least as many paddles, several different kinds of leather cuffs, lengths of rope, and other "tools" whose purpose I couldn't guess.
Spread across the room were several things I had mistaken before as gym equipment. Closest was a table about waist height covered in thick padding. It had metal rings all around its edges. Next to it was some kind of low A-frame, like a sawhorse with a padded top, except with a padded rail on either side like picnic table seats.
Farther back in the room, in a corner there was a large wooden X-shaped structure, and straight back, filling most of the far end, was a long wooden table that I instantly recognized from my boyhood fascination with illustrations of medieval torture devices in the family encyclopedias: a rack.
It all came together at once: I was looking at a real, live dungeon.
As soon as the word came into my head I could feel the blood flowing to my cock.
"What? How....how is this here?" Kenny finally sputtered out what we both were wanting to ask.
By this time Lance and his uncle had reached the bottom of the stairs and were standing right behind us.
"Go ahead, have a look around. I'll explain everything in a minute," Uncle Rob said.
Slowly, cautiously, as if we were entering another world--in a way, we were--Kenny and I stepped out into the dungeon/basement and started to wander around. I went right to the center of the room to get a better view. I immediately noticed that there was a square hole cut through the ceiling. Looking up into it I appeared to be looking up into an upstairs room. There was a heavy metal bar across the hole but a few feet above it, from which hung several chains down into the basement.
Next I walked over to the pegboard and spent some time running my hands over the toys there. I was especially fascinated by the variety of leather cuffs and restraints. They were obviously professionally made, and it was blowing my young mind that such things actually existed.
After that I walked over to the piece in the room that I was most intrigued with, the X-shaped cross. I could see there were rings at the ends of each extremity, and no one had to tell me what they were for. As I've said before, for whatever reason, the idea of being stretched out spreadeagled has always been so erotic for me. I turned around, dropped myself back onto the massive cross (it was angled back slightly) and stretched my arms and legs out along the lengths of the smooth wood, and then closed my eyes as my cock sprang to life.
After a moment I felt a hand brushing up my abdomen, and opened my eyes to see Lance standing right beside me. I loved that his so-long prick was poking my side.
Lance leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to tie you to this."
Instantly my cock twitched several times. Lance looked down, smiled and whispered again, "I see you feel the same way."
I'd forgotten all about Kenny during my explorations, but now noticed that he stood next to the rack, his fingers running over the big wooden spool at one end with two ropes wound around it. Was he thinking about our time up in his tree house, when he tortured me on his own homemade rack? About how Lance and I turned the tables on him and got our revenge on that same rack?
My pondering was interrupted by Uncle Rob clearing his throat.
"So, you were wondering how all this got here," he said, beckoning us over to the padded table near the stairwell, and indicating we should hop up on it. All three of us boys did, sitting side by side on the table top while Rob reclined on the bottom steps.
"Well, that's a story. When I was at State College I became friends with some guys who like to, shall we say, mess around, kind of like Lance told me you guys do. Usually we just did regular sex stuff, but more and more we found ourselves playing around with BDSM."
"What's BDSM?" Kenny interrupted. I shot him an annoyed glance, but in reality, I was wondering too.
"Stands for bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism. The first one you guys have already been doing. Discipline is when you move from just bondage to doing things that inflict some pain, but still part of the fun, you know what I mean?"
We all nodded our heads. We had already experienced that a little bit of pain, or the threat of it, could be really sexy under the right circumstances.
"Yeah, so," Rob continued,"discipline could also mean that the sub--that's the guy that likes to submit to others--is being controlled in even more ways by the Dom or master. Like being told everything he can and can't do."
"Sort of like a slave?" I asked.
"Exactly. The last two, sadism and masochism, are more about who likes what. A sadist is a person who likes to torture others, and a masochist likes to be tortured."
I knew I was probably a masochist. I had a name for what I was, and I liked that.
"Most people are probably a little of both, but tend to lean towards one of the other. Ok, enough school lessons. Let me get back to ow all this happened," Rob continued, gesturing toward the basement full of furniture and gear.
"So eventually all the guys who were into this stuff, we found a house off campus and moved in together, sort of an unofficial fraternity. The house had a nice big basement like this one, so over time we turned it into a dungeon. Some of the equipment we built ourselves, but we also pooled our money together to buy gear and stuff from this shop in the city. When we graduated, we had to do something with all of it. I was the first one to buy my own home, so we moved it all here. And that's what you see before you today."
My mind was swimming with cascading fantasies about living in a college frat house with a bunch of guys and a dungeon!
Lance chimed in, "Some of Uncle Rob's college buddies still come over here for dungeon parties, so this stuff gets a lot of use."
"And we've found some new friends who enjoy BDSM, too," Rob added. "So some of our play parties can have like ten or more guys down here torturing each other."
Kenny's face was screwed up in thought. "OK, this is all really cool, but why are you showing it to us?"
Rob nodded to Lance, who provided the answer, the one I was hoping to hear: "Because he's going to let us use it to play our games together."
I saw Kenny's eyes go big with surprise and delight, but that wasn't his only reaction. I couldn't help notice that he started getting hard from this news. Heck, so was I!
"That's true. Like I said, Lance has told me what you guys have been doing. To tell you the truth, I'm jealous. Wish I'd had the chance to get into this with my high school buddies. So, anyway, I thought you guys would enjoy being able to do what you do with access to all this gear. Sound OK?"
Kenny and I both nodded enthusiastically.
"Great, but there will be some rules," Rob continued,"and they will be enforced strictly. I'm taking on a lot of risk letting underage kids do this in my house, so mess up just once, and you guys will never come back here. Understand?"
"Yes," Kenny and I responded together, and to our mutual surprise, we instinctively added, "Sir!"
"Good," said Rob. "OK, here's the ground rules. Number one: I will never be involved in your play sessions."
He noticed the look of disappointment on both Kenny's face and mine. Rob was one hot older guy, and I'd already been playing small fantasies in my head of being tortured by him.
"Sorry. It's not that I don't want to. But it would be illegal and I can't chance it. If someone discovered I did anything sexual with underage boys, my life would be over." Years later it occurred to me that he'd already crossed that line, with three naked teenage boys sitting in front of him in his home and what had happened upstairs just minutes before.
"Rule two: you can never be here without my nephew, and when you are here, he's in charge. Whatever he says goes, and if he says not to do something, you don't do it. The only other rule is be safe. I've thoroughly trained Lance about everything in this dungeon, and taught him how to do BDSM play safely. So that's why you must obey him completely.
"Oh, one more rule. Everything you do here must be totally consensual. If you don't know, that word means everyone doing it must want to do it, and nothing they don't want done gets done."
I shot a quick glance at Kenny, who reddened a bit.
"So, do you all agree to these rules?"
"Yes, sir," all three of us responded with one voice.
"Great. Then my only other thing to say is, have fun! Most people think BDSM is weird or perverted, but those of us who love it know that it's just good, clean fun between friends. So have fun, and never feel guilty about it. And that includes the guy-on-guy part of it. Again, you need to get over what society tells you about that. You're having fun, feeling good, creating something great for the other guys involved, and nobody is getting hurt. So one more time: HAVE FUN!"
And with that, Uncle Rob stood up and went up the stairs, closing the door behind him.
The three of us sat in silence for a while, a bit stunned about this unbelievable gift that had come to us today. Finally, I had to speak. "I'm gonna say it. I am so into this, and I'm so glad we get to do it. And...I don't give a shit what anyone thinks about doing sex stuff with you guys. I'm...into that, too."
For a moment I couldn't believe I'd said that out loud. But then Lance got up from the table, walked over to where I was seated, took my chin in his hand and kissed me full on the mouth.
"Wow," Kenny exclaimed. "Are you two, like, boyfriends now?"
Lance and I both blushed and giggled a bit. "Let's not put any names on anything yet, ok?" Lance responded." We're all just doing what feels good to us."
"Whatever," replied Kenny. "I'm in it for the torture. Don't care if that's with guys, girls, or whatever."
"That's cool," Lance said. "No pressure, man. So, we have a real dungeon and an afternoon free. What do you guys want to do?"
Almost instantly an idea formed in my head. I was having so many conflicting feelings toward Kenny. On the one hand, I couldn't totally forget what had happened up in his tree house, how he'd actually tried to really hurt me. I also couldn't forget that he ended up being my first fuck, and because of the way it happened that once-in-a-lifetime experience wasn't with the guy I loved, and it was done in revenge not passion. So I kind of resented him for that, too.
On the other hand, without Kenny, I wouldn't have done any of the amazing stuff I'd been doing this summer. In a few short weeks I'd gone from agonizing fantasies I could only jerk off too to actually doing everything I'd dreamed about and more. All of that was because Kenny had the courage to act on his desires. And of course, it was because of him that I now had Lance in my life in the way I truly wanted him.
In the end, I knew I wanted to keep Kenny and what he did in my life. To do that, we had to get past the one bad thing that ever happened in the tree house. And I thought I knew a way to do that, but it involved me being willing to take a risk.
"I know what I want. I want to be tortured on that rack," I said.
"That's no surprise," replied Lance. "We know you love to be stretched out."
"Yeah, but I want Kenny to do it to me."
I don't know if Lance or Kenny looked more surprised, but Kenny spoke first."
"Why? I mean, it was on something like that, that I..." his voice trailed off.
"That he tried to do something not part of our games," Lance finished for him. "Mark, are you nuts? Why would you want to give him another chance at the exact same thing?"
I thought for a moment. "That's exactly why I want to do it." I turned to face Kenny. "Kenny, I want to be able to trust you. I have to know that I can have fun with you and it stays fun. That it stays...what was that word Uncle Rob used?"
"Consensual," Kenny said, and I could see a tear forming in the corner of one of his eyes.
"Yeah, consensual. So I have to give you a chance to show that you can do that."
"Are you sure, Mark?" Lance said warily. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea. It's too soon."
"I'm sure, Lance. And you have to trust me, too, OK? This is what I want to do."
Lance just nodded, but still looked very concerned.
With that, I popped down from the table and grabbed Kenny's wrist, pulling gently to indicate he should follow me. I led him to the rack on the other side of the room, Lance following along. I turned around, gave Kenny a hug, and then boosted myself up on to the rack, lay back on its hard wooden surface, and stretched my hands up over my head. I looked at Kenny and smiled.
"Do it."
Kenny looked over at Lance, who nodded his permission, but fixing Kenny with a stern and warning eye.
Kenny took a few steps and picked up one of the leather cuffs chained to the foot of the rack, and wrapped it around my ankle. As he did, I noticed his cock rising up. In spite of the emotion of the moment, he really loved this stuff, and I was delighted that putting me in bondage still turned him on. As I felt the cuff wrap around my ankle, my teen prick gave a similar response.
This was that kind of moment I described back in the chapter about my first visit to Lance's bedroom torture chamber. To this day it remains one of my most highly-charged erotic experiences, that moment when the first restraint is secured on me, and I know there's no going back. It's the real moment of commitment to the BDSM sub experience. But this time, it meant even more. I knew I was submitting to someone who was a real sadist, but who I also really wanted to play with, even though I wasn't into being truly hurt or injured. But I also think that element of increased danger made my bondage submission even hotter.
By the time Kenny had all four cuffs on me, both of us were rock hard. I looked over at Lance.
"OK, now leave us."
"What? No way!" Lance almost shouted. "I'm not leaving you alone with him!"
"Lance, please. It has to be this way. I have to let Kenny have a chance. It won't mean the same if you're here guarding me. Please. This is my decision. I need to do it this way."
Lance's mouth opened a couple of times, and then shut. He caught my eyes again, and I think he understood how important this was to me. He gave Kenny one hard stare, then turned and went up the stairs. We heard the door shut.
"Now, Kenny," I said, looking full into his dark, brown eyes, "I am completely in your hands."
My dominant friend didn't look so dominant just then. He just stood there, looking down at me, now with tears running full force down his cheeks.
"Kenny, listen to me. Go for it, OK. I want to be tortured by you. But I want it the way we first did it, where it was fun for both of us. Both of us, got it? Now no more talk. Torture my body!"
Kenny nodded silently. After a moment, he wiped the tears from his eyes, and a more determined look returned to his face. I think he got that it was crucial to our relationship that he fully commit to this experience. Or...he was deciding to take advantage of the situation to try to harm me again? Either way, I was fully restrained and had no choice. Strangely, that seemed very hot to me, and my cock twitched with anticipation.
Kenny took a few steps over to the head of the rack. He placed his hands on the spokes embedded into the big roller and began to turn it. It made a loud clacking sound as the big wooden teeth on one end of the roller bumped over the ratchet that kept it from loosening.
I turned my head to either side to see the chain leading to each of my wrists begin to move. After a few seconds the slack in the chain was gone, and I felt it beginning to drag my wrists up over my head. I took a deep breath, trying to will myself to enjoy this and swallowing down the fearful memory of what had happened the last time I was in this position.
Before long my arms were at full extension, and I began to feel the slightest tug on my wrist cuffs. At that moment, the noise of the wooden ratchet stopped. Kenny came back into view near my head.
"Are you OK? Is that enough? Should I loosen it?"
I smiled up at Kenny. I could see his concern was genuine, and I knew everything was going to be OK.
"You call this torture?" I spat back, determined to get us back into the scene.
Kenny took the cue. "You'll regret saying that," he snarled, but added a little grin to reassure me he was playing his torture master character, and not Sadistic Kenny.
He returned to the wheel and immediately gave it a few more turns. Now I felt the real stretch begin. But unlike that previous time in the tree house, it was now fully erotic instead of terrifying. I'll never fully understand what it is about being stretched out, but nothing else heightens my erotic senses the way that does.
Kenny returned into view, and looked me up and down. "You look so hot like this."
"I feel so hot like this," I responded.
Kenny smirked, then reached down and gave my balls a light smack with his hand. I winced. He immediately began slowly stroking my still rock hard dick, eliciting a moan from me.
"Pleasure and pain. Pain and pleasure. That's what you like. That's what you'll get."
This was everything I'd hoped for. I had no doubts now that Kenny was fully into the role playing I loved, and this was going to be good.
"I know what you need," Kenny said as he strolled over to the gear rack on the wall. after searching for a moment, he came back with a small chain with two clamps attached on either end. I'd never seen anything like these before. Each clamp was like a tweezer, but with small rubber covers on its two ends. As he dangled them over me, I knew where I wanted them to go. But how would they stay attached?
Kenny positioned the rubber ends of one of the clips around my left nipple, the one he knew was my most sensitive. I lifted my head to see what he was doing. It was then I noticed that the clamp had a tiny metal ring around both of its arms, down near where they joined together and attached to the little chain. Kenny placed his thumb and forefinger on the little ring and began to slide it up the clamp arms.
And now I knew how it worked. As he slid the ring, it forced the two arms together and their rubber tips began to squeeze my already erect nipple. There was an immediate sensation of intense pleasure/pain like I'd never felt on my beloved nipple before. This was far more intense than the clothespins I was used to. The small rubber tips had less surface area, so their pinch was a lot stronger. But the situation already had me in such an erotic haze that this felt really good.
Kenny stopped once the first clamp was tightened just enough to be secure.
"More," I whimpered.
Kenny slid the ring up just a little more and suddenly the pain was very real. Never before had my nipple been squeezed this hard. But at the same time, I felt it go straight to my cock, which began to jump about.
"Did you blow?" Kenny inquired. (A reminder to my readers that at this age we'd never heard the word "cum," so we called cumming "blowing.")
"No," I answered, "Why?"
"Well, this," Kenny said, and I felt his fingers brush over the very tip of my penis. I shuddered with another quick shock of pleasure at his brief touch. He brought his hand up into my field of view, and I could see a small amount of my sperm stretching between two of his fingers.
"Oh, that," I said. "Sometimes when I'm really hot and bothered, a little bit of that leaks out way before I blow." Of course, we didn't know about the term "pre-cum" either.
"Cool, so...I'm doing good?"
"Oh, yes, Kenny. You're doing amazing. Keep going!"
He walked around to the other side of the rack. As he did I could see he was stroking my ejaculate onto his own cock. That was so hot it almost blew my mind.
"Are you ready to confess to your crimes?" Kenny called out, instantly back in character.
"Never!" I responded, as dramatically as I could. "You'll never get me to confess, no matter what you do!"
"We'll see about that," Kenny replied with a movie-villain snarl. And with that I heard more clicks of the big wheel at the head of the rack. Of course, at the same moment I felt my body being stretched again, now just to the edge of being really painful.
Here's the funny thing. This was just as far as Kenny had stretched me before on his homemade rack up in his tree house. That time it had been terrifying; now it was a huge turn-on. How could the same physical experience, delivered by the same person, be so different on two different occasions.
That was one of my first realizations of how much of our sexuality is in our heads. The exact same sensation could be just painful or very erotic, depending on whether it was administered in anger or in play. Now that I was confident that Kenny was doing this in play mode, my mind was accepting my stretching as erotic.
Again Kenny came into my field of view, and again with a somewhat concerned look on his face.
"You sure your ok?"
I didn't answer his question. Instead I gazed deeply into his dark brown eyes and said with all the seriousness and passion I could muster: "More."
Kenny gave me a little smile, gave a couple of sharp tugs on the nipple clamp chain, making my rock hard cock twitch with pleasure, and walked back to the head of the rack.
"Prepare yourself," he said darkly. And then he gave me three clicks of the wheel all at once.
Instantly deep pain shot through my shoulders and I felt my body go as taut as it possibly could. The stretch also had the effect of pulling the skin of my chest to maximum tightness, causing the nipple clamps to be force out right to the tips of my nipples. All of this together sent me into a place I would learn years later is called "sub space." It's an actual high, where the experience a sub is having sends him or her into a zone that is hard to describe if you haven't experienced it.
"I need to blow RIGHT NOW!" I screamed out, probably way louder than I even knew.
As we would progress in our torture games in the coming weeks, Kenny would eventually learn that part of good Domming was not giving in to a sub's early pleas to cum, no matter how desperate they sounded. But I think especially since he knew this particular game was so much about regaining my trust in him, he instantly moved down the table, and put his full fist around my cock.
He used his other hand to gather up as much of the pre-cum oozing around my cock head as he could, then rubbed it all over my little shaft to lube it up. Then with no further preamble, he began stroking my cock as fast and furiously as he could.
At that moment our eyes met, and there was such a primal connection with us. Something deep inside of me understood that I needed both Lance, the dominant lover, and Kenny, the sadistic playmate. My eyes were telling him that. He was accepted back, and welcomed. I wanted to give him the gift of my orgasm, a spectacular orgasm that his tortures had caused.
Within a few seconds I already felt it building. From experience, knowing how to play my body, right at the time Kenny reached over and pulled hard on the nipple clamp chain, finally yanking the clamps off my nipples. The immediate rush of delicious pain sent me over the edge. Within seconds the ball of extreme pleasure traveled from deep in my groin right up to the head of my cock and I exploded. When I say "exploded" I'm not just referring to the jizz shooting from my cock, which was hitting my all over my face and upper chest, but to my entire being. Fireworks went off inside me. This was my first total-body orgasm, with shock waves of extreme pleasure shooting back and forth all over me.
I know I was screaming out loud with the extremity of the pleasure I was experiencing. Suddenly I was jolted back into the real world as I felt two big hands grip the sides of my head. My eyes shot open and I was looking up into Lance's face, his eyes filled with concern.
"Are you OK?" Lance almost shouted into my face. "Did he hurt you again?"
"No, no!" I quickly assured him. "That was fucking amazing! I loved it! But please, get me out of this."
Now that my orgasm was subsiding, the stretching of the rack was transforming to just good old-fashioned our pain, without the erotic edge to make it bearable.
Without a word more, Kenny and Lance both went to work, Kenny loosening the rack chains while Lance undid the cuffs on my ankles. In no time they had me loose, and Lance helped me into a sitting position on the edge of the rack. Lance wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.
I wanted to just sit there and enjoy the cuddling forever (something I now know is called "after care" and is an important part of a sub's experience), but I had something I wanted to do more just the.
"Bring Kenny to me," I whispered into Lance's ear.
Lance stepped back, looked over at Kenny, and pointed to a spot just in front of where I was sitting. Kenny, back in his slave mode to Lance, ran over and stood right in front of me, his still hard cock swinging back and forth.
"Help me down," I said to him. Kenny reached out and placed his hands under my arm pits, supporting me as I slid down off the edge of the rack platform. I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him and plunged my mouth over his cock, taking it all the way into my throat. Kenny let out a loud groan and his legs almost buckled, but Lance came behind him and wrapped his strong arms around his chest to keep him upright.
I began pumping my mouth up and down his shaft, trying to match the furious pace with which his hand had beat me off just minutes before. Kenny let out a loud groan of pure pleasure.
"I'm guessing you two are OK with each other now," Lance said, and I could swear I could hear his bemused "wink."
TO BE CONTINUED
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