Turning the Tables
By James Forbes jasbike1@gmail.com
This is a work of fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences, and partly fantasy of what I wish will still happen. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on domination, submission, various punishments and kink, with of course some actual sex thrown in. But it's more narrative than straight-up fucking. If you're looking for a good sub in San Diego, email me.
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Chapter 11 – The Reckoning
I awoke early the next morning, just as David was finishing cooking a breakfast of oatmeal...
"Come eat, Jamesy! It's our last day here. Let's enjoy it." What a relief. Maybe there would be no more punishments, tortures, or tests for me to pass. "The sun is out, finally," he added. "I thought maybe we'd go fishing together." Again, this sounded like what I had fantasized about with David for almost two years. Him only 13, me 14, but kind of, I don't know, boyfriends?
I wolfed down the oatmeal. "I laid out some clothes for you," he told me. On the bed was my pink socks from the day before, only this time with some tiny pink briefs.
"Um, David? Why pink? They're kind of girly."
"No, not at all. I like that color on you. A lot of guys wear pink these days. And it really sets off your smooth skin. Here, lie down and I'll put them on you." I lay on the bed, and David gently put on the socks and tiny briefs, obviously a boys size, a couple sizes too small for me. They even had Disney cartoon characters on them. "Perfect," he said, admiring his choice. "You're like my little brother now! I always wanted a little brother. Lie on your stomach, and I'll massage you some more." He was so good at it, too. I was lulled into another dreamless sleep.
I woke up a short time afterward on my back, and realized I had ropes around my wrists and ankles again. Oh, no. My arms were tied to either bed post, while ankle ropes hung off the end of the bed.
"We need to talk about yesterday, slave," David said. My body instantly stiffened at the word "slave." Not James, or Jamesy, but slave. "You did really well, but then toward the end you disappointed me. You said I lied about you missing a hair when you shaved your little dick. You actually made demands—you—and you said I couldn't do things I obviously had every right to do." While he spoke, he pulled my ass to the end of the bed and wrapped a hiking boot string around my balls, tying them tight. Then he tossed a rope over a beam, and tied that to a bungee cord, which latched into the string around my nuts. The effect was to stretch them toward the ceiling. He placed several pillows under my neck and head, so I was at a 45-degree angle, able to see in full whatever he was about it to do to me. Next was my legs. Like yesterday, they were tied apart, and up in the air, lashed to beams above the bed.
David took a few photos of the pink underwear and socks, along with this rope work. "Flawless!" he said proudly. "Whoops. One more thing." And he tore a large hole in the ass of the underwear. "Now, before you start apologizing for yesterday's mistakes, it's too late for all that. What's done is done, slave. So don't even bother. What we'll do today will be a challenge for you, but if you perform well, we'll still have time for fishing. Up to you." He wheeled up that same cart from the day before, with the same towel. "Ready to see your surprise?" he asked. All I could do was shake my head slowly in fear.
"Well, too bad, slave, because this is happening." He pulled off the towel, and I saw various implements. "I found these in the shed and kitchenette while you were still asleep. I guess you should have woken up earlier." What I saw was a horror show: a garden trowel, kitchen spatula, large wooden spoon, set of fire tongs, ping pong paddle, industrial-size screwdriver, and empty cardboard toilet paper roll. There was one more thing still under the towel I couldn't see. Each item had a different playing card next to it.
"Slave, do you remember what pink meant? Think fast." I remembered red was fisting. That was something I'd never forget. Red stripe was shaving, that was for sure. Blue was fucking.
"Davi—Sir, I'm really sorry, I don't remember." David held up the rest of the deck of cards.
"Well, you're about to find out. So you don't think I'm cheating with the deck, I'll shuffle them in front of you. I don't want to be called a liar or cheat, ever again." After shuffling, he explained. "How this will work: If a card I pull off the deck matches one of those things on the tray, I use it on you. If it doesn't, you get a reward." Reward? What was he talking about? "You'll get to lick a part of my body, but I choose which part."
"OK, first card," he said with a wide grin. It matched the trowel. It was a flat triangular one for cementing bricks, I guess, with a wide wooden grip. First, David slapped my tits and stomach with it, then he cut off my underwear, moving slowly down to my bald dick, which he whacked back and forth. Next was my balls, which were stretched up painfully. He whacked on those for a few minutes, which made me writhe in agony.
The next card didn't match anything, thankfully. But what would I have to lick? David stripped off his underwear, stood above my head, and started to lower himself down onto my face. I thought I was going to have to suck on his hanging balls, and looked forward to that kind of reward. I was shocked when he spread his ass cheeks, revealing a slightly hairy crack, and quickly lowered his asshole right onto my mouth. Fearing retaliation if I resisted, I kissed and licked greedily.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck," he moaned. "I've never had that done to me. That's amazing. OK OK that's enough. I don't want to cum yet."
The next card matched a ping pong paddle. "This will be fun," he said. He pulled another card, which was a 10 of clubs. "Nice! 10 strokes," and with that, he pulled my ass even higher off the end of the bed, and delivered 5 severe strokes with the paddle to each ass cheek. I yelped louder with each one and could feel my ass getting crimson hot.
I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Another card was even worse: the fire tongs. They had dull, flat clamps on the ends. When you pulled apart the handles on the other ends, it clamped the fire ends together to grab logs. David held them up to my chest, and I started breathing hard. "There are a couple of ways these work," he said. "One end spreads, and the other end...pinches," as he put the pincher on my left tit and the tongs squeezed harder and harder. At first I moaned, then yelled loudly.
"Please please please, uh, SIR! No more!" David immediately stopped.
"OK, slave. As you wish. But that's your one request of the day. You may be sorry." What? What the hell was he going to do? Immediately, he put the spreader clamps inside my ass a couple of inches.
"Oh god, not that, please," I begged.
"Sorry, only one wish per day. And now I'll remind you what pink means. It means, well, things in your ass. Dildos, toys, and anything I find around the cabin." He started gradually pressing his handles together, which spread the bars in my asshole apart. "This is incredible. I can see right up your ass. Count to ten." I counted as fast as I could, and thought I was going to pass out. It felt like a basketball could go in my boy hole. David gradually relaxed the spreader and pulled it out.
"You need a break from the card game," he said, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. David slid off his blue underwear, and his huge schlong flopped out. He spit on his dick and without warning slid it directly into my ass, which was still a bit agape from the fire tongs. "Mmmmmfffff, I've been wanting that since yesterday," he moaned. I bucked and wriggled, but it was no good. He started slapping my dick back and forth, thrusting hard into my ass. After several minutes, he shivered and shot a huge load onto my chest. He wiped it off, then plunged his fingers into my mouth and his cock back in my ass, just at the moment I could feel another massive blob of sperm shooting inside me.
He almost pulled out, but grabbed the large screwdriver off the cart first. "You rest for a minute, but this will keep your ass company while I shower off." Before I could say anything, the screwdriver handle was jammed in my aching hole just as he pulled out his fat cock, with only the metal of the screwdriver visible out of my hole. "And, for good measure, open your mouth, slave." I opened it a little so as not to be accused of disobeying anything that day. "And here you go!' he said, popping the toilet paper roll in my mouth. "Now THIS is a picture! Shaved smooth, balls tied, obvious screwdriver in your ass, and a toilet paper roll in your mouth for good measure. Ridiculous." Off he went to the shower. "You can watch this time if you want," he added as he walked away, showing me his flawless ass.