Part 4
By the time we get to the top, my entire front is red lumpy from welts left by the rocks I slid over. As they untie my scratched outstretched arms from the post, I look down at my trembling, tingling, raw body. My entire front side has been scraped raw. Veins are popping out of my upper chest and shoulders from my muscles, still pumped from dragging that block. My loincloth is still hiding my throbbing, hot raw _c_o_c_k_ although the cloth had worked its way down, exposing almost an inch of pubic hair. I am sweaty and I tremble as they retie my arms in front of me and lead me to the second torture, the barbed wire torture.
As I stand there in front of the barbed wire I take a deep breath. I'm scared. I don't want to loose my loincloth. I'm afraid of what might happen if I do. But surviving this with my loincloth on will be tricky. I look like I've been through a lot, don't I? Well, here I go.
Man, this is a tight squeeze! The barbs are pressing and scratching around my shoulders as I enter face down, arms outstretched. I can feel the barbs sliding across by chest and back at the same time. I slowly slide, occasionally stopping to lift by chest or move my back to adjust to the piercing digging barbs. I can feel them sliding across my stomach as more wrap my chest and shoulders. The crawl is slow and difficult. I can now feel that my loincloth has caught on some barbs, I try backing up but the angle of the barbs prevent me from going far. I try working back and forth but the loincloth seems to be recatching. Can you see if someone is making sure my loincloth is hooked? As I continue inching my way through the tight piercing tunnel, I can feel my loincloth slide slowly down over my hot red ass. I can look down and see more and more of my _c_o_c_k_ being exposed as the loincloth retreats slowly. The barbs caress me on all sides, especially across my upper back and chest. One barb scraps down over my chest and across my left nipple. The retreating of my loincloth now exposes my naked prick to the barbs, and I have to carefully maneuver my erect pleasure pole around those brutal barbs. I can feel my _c_o_c_k_ getting hotter and hotter. I can also feel those barbs pulling on my pubic hairs as they scratch their way through to my balls. The stimulation and intensity of all this almost brings me to the point of pumping my _c_o_c_k_ into the cement until it explodes, but I hold back remembering the penalty of such behavior.
Finally, I'm almost out. I am now going to have to stand up and face my tortures stark naked.
Part 5
"Lets go, hurry up" Rick growled as he pulls on my arms allowing the last of the barbs to scrape across my ass.
"Now get to your feet"
I slowly rise, revealing a _c_o_c_k_ standing at attention.
"Hey guys," Rick Chided as he grabs my _c_o_c_k_, holding it firmly. "Take a look at this. I think he likes being tortured. In that case you won't want to tell me where the money is, will you? Put your arms up, we want to look at your sweaty naked body. Common, suck that stomach in. Out with your chest. You shouldn't have lost your briefs."
While Rick hand continues to stimulate my hardened _c_o_c_k_, sliding his hand up and down on my shaft. Burt grabs my nuts and squeezes them. My stomich draws in, expecting pain but receive pleasure instead.
"Keep that _c_o_c_k_ hard." Rick continues as he toys with my _d_i_c_k_ head. " It looks like the only unmarked areas on your body are on your backside. Well, it's time we should do something about that. I guess you'll have to go to the whipping post."
I pose proudly, arms overhead as they examine, touch and fondle the results of the afternoon tortures. My body was finally getting the attention it so desperately wants, and the excitement of it stimulates more than just my penis. As they drew closer they all began touching and rubbing me, feeling the welts, touching the bruises, twitching, pinching and tugging my nipples, rubbing my ass, squeezing my _c_o_c_k_, fondling and manipulating my balls. I closed my eyes and raised my head to soak up the pleasure, the stimulation, as my body gets hotter and hotter from an ocean of hands running, rubbing, touching, messaging everywhere. My dong is now straight up, hard as a rock and stimulated. I feel the pressure of my cum building up inside. My balls throb. Intense ecstacy sweep over me in splashing waves, pounding on the shore of my balls and swishing into my penis.
They stop and lead me to the whipping post. I open my eyes and notice that somehow Burt was minus his pants. He is wearing the tiniest briefs I've ever seen him in, with an erection that is desperately trying to escape. Rick's _c_o_c_k_ is sticking way out, his briefs stretching to the point of ripping. The approval of their _c_o_c_k_s make me feel even better as they freed my hands and raise them around the post to be retied.
They pull and yank my hands high around the post forcing me into the post and upwards, my left chest pressing into the round wooden pillar. They band by wrists and anchor them separately, pulling them until I am forced onto my toes, my stomach sinks in from the stretching, and my hard _c_o_c_k_ winds up resting in an upright position against the wooden pole. I had now become a naked object of torture, to be spanked, whipped and beaten as they pleased. I was at their mercy. My only out was to tell them where the money is, but 120 spanks, lashes, belts, or whatever from now, it will be mine. That's a dollar a whack.
I can't see who will go first, they are behind me. Waiting here, naked, is driving me nuts. I wait. It gets quiet. Then WHACK. a belt flashes across by bare ass sending a flash of pain throughout by body, causing my ass to tense and driving my _c_o_c_k_ up and against the post, firming it up a little. I twist and jiggle. Man that hurts.
WHACK another across the ass. Again my ass tightens. Again my _c_o_c_k_ slides against the post, heating it up some more. Another drop of pre cum oozes out and slides down over my hot hard smooth _c_o_c_k_ head.
WHACK another, and WHACK another. Welts begin to decorate my ass. My body begins jerking up and down in response to the pain. WHACK My arm muscles flexed tight, my left nipple, rubbing up and down against to post, begins to firm up. WHACK My level of pain and pleasure begins to rise to a feverous pitch. WHACK. My _c_o_c_k_ is getting hotter and hotter from being rammed into the post again and again and again. WHACK My whole body is beginning to slide up and down against the pole. WHACK Welts begin to rise across my reddened ass. WHACK. Bert moves around to get a good side view of me in motion. WHACK. That one clapped around my ass and side, snapping just short of my _c_o_c_k_. Another drop of precum oozes out in anticipation of the whitish fluid which is building up pressure from within.
WHACK The sliding of my stimulated body against the post is now beginning to move rhythmically. I press my left nipple to the post and work it up and down, adding more sensation to the pain shooting around my loins. WHACK My _c_o_c_k_ is beginning to throb from the rubbing. WHACK. Bert, watching my _c_o_c_k_ slide up and down, now begins to giggle with excitement. WHACK. I notice his own _c_o_c_k_ is hard. WHACK That one came around and caught my penis along the side of the shaft. I violently shake from the pain, but that only results in my _c_o_c_k_ pumping more excitedly in response. WHACK Another one, but it missed and landed into my pubic hairs. WHACK That one caught my throbbing, pumping penis right on the head, smashing the head into the post and driving me trembling upwards in pain. I shake violently, twisting, turning, muscles bulging. WHACK How much more can I take? My ass is red, they're attacking my _c_o_c_k_. I'm raw and welted. I never imagined I could reach such levels of pain and pleasure SNAP That was no belt, it was a whip across my upper back, leaving a nice welted streak. SNAP another. SNAP, one lower across my back ribs and around my side. SNAP. Rick, holding the belt now joins Bert in gleefully watching me. SNAP. Tom now slashes around my side to the front. SNAP another one wraps around me, leaving a long, raised, red welt. SNAP that one cut around and across my chest. SNAP. He lands one across my nipple.
Tom now starts working the whip to go around my back and land as close to or on my nipple as often as possible. SNAP My nipple feels as if the next lash is going to rip it off.
SNAP As the lashes continue, my tortured, pulsating, naked body continue to twist under the lashes. SNAP My body, rubbing up and down responds to the throbbing and the pumping of my penis. SNAP Look at my _c_o_c_k_! Look at it throb and Pump! SNAP. Look at WHACK Oh no, now two people are whipping me at once. SNAP WHACK
The stimulation of my penis has now gotten to the point that I begin to pump it up and down against the post uncontrollably. It is too much. I can't stop. They keep whipping and strapping mee. Across the ribs. Back to my glowing spread, jiggling ass. Rick is now once acgin trying to whip my penis. OUCH! Waves of pain and pleasure sweep over my body as I continue to pump harder and harder, spurred on by the lashes which reinforce the ever increasing tide. Not even the consequence of unlimited torture if I shoot my wad can stop me now. I've passed the point of no return and the buildup and pressure in my rock hard, erect throbbing _c_o_c_k_ continues to grow, as the veins of my shaft bulge under the smooth pulsating head, I futilly strain to hold back the avalanche of cum ready to burst forth.
With uncontrollable pleasure that enormous buildup of orgasmic excitement explodes in white hot bursts of pleasure shooting onto the post in one pulsating explosion after another. I can feel my energy squirting out of me, jet by jet, blast by blast, dripping down the post, back onto my pulsating _c_o_c_k_; my lower abdomen and pubic hairs smashing into the white sticky substance as it drips down the post. On and on the explosions continue, leaving my rapidly drained energy slimed on me, the post and the floor. Chills of excitement sweep over my three torturers as they drop their instruments of torture and excitedly watch, giggling and gazing as my pumping slows, my muscles begin to shut down, and I begin to sink in complete exhaustion.
Finally, I'm drained. The whipping stops. The pumping stops, and I hang there, eyes closed in complete exhaustion. The stillness is only broken by my heavy breathing and the fading giggles of my stimulated and excited companions. My _c_o_c_k_, tired, sore and exhaused begins it's retreat back into its familiar bed of pubic hair.
My mind becomes blurry, and I'm sure a few minutes have passed when, suddenly I feel someone untying one of my hands. It drops down and there I hang by one hand. Then they turn me around so I'm facing them, hanging by one arm, my _c_o_c_k_ limp, cum all over my stomach, _c_o_c_k_, legs and the post. I open my eyes and wearily see my three opponents, still in briefs, with hard on's under their briefs. A chill goes through me.
"Well, Well! It looks like our little Jungle Boy can't control himself." Rick was just warming up. " You know, Jungle Boy, we told you explicitly that you weren't supposed to shoot your wad. You know the penalty, don't you? You have now become our slave indefinitely. Anything goes. Whatever we want. Even unlimited torture". Rick paused, then continued. "The first thing you need to learn is self control. Since you don't seem to have any, you need to be taught a lesson. Since it seems to me that you like to shoot your wad while being whipped, then your punishment for shooting your wad will be that you must masturbate with your free hand until you shoot again. Right now!"
I groan. I have no energy left. My _c_o_c_k_ is painfully sore and limp, rubbed and scraped raw. It can't take any more.
"Oh, and to help you along, we're going to whip you until you do." Ohhh...Noooo.. This is more than I can bear. My front is still sore from sliding down hill. My entire backside is raw and welted from previous whippings.
SNAP. a whip slices across my chest. SNAP Another one catches my ribs and wraps around my side. My sore limp _c_o_c_k_ not responding to any stimulation at all. The lashes continue with about 5 to ten seconds between lashes so the pain can make its tour around my body.
I must have received thirty or forty lashes before my _c_o_c_k_ becomes hard again and begins to respond to my own hand, pumping for my life, pumping to end the whipping, pumping to ease the pain that sweeps over my body in waves of lashed stings that are now slicing across my chest, stomach, lower abdomen and even into my punic hairs. Several lashes land across my fist as I try to pound my pecker into obedience. Two strike by still shiny _c_o_c_k_ head, sending me twisting in pain.
This time I face my tormenters, watching their excitement at the expense of mine. Both my heads are throbbing but my only free hand works relentlessly, slowly building up enough pressure for an explosion which sends another few drops flying at my tormeneres and sliding down my throbbing, raw _d_i_c_k_ head. Once again I sink and collapse. And my mind once again becomes blurry. My eyes close.
Suddenly, I feel my other hand being freed. I drop to my knees, then collapse on the floor, exhausted.
"Very good. Now get back up to your knees".
I recognize Ricks voice. I open my eyes. He is approaching me. a rock hard _c_o_c_k_ is barely hidden behind his briefs.
"I think you are ready. Well guys, comon, now it's our turn"
Rick stands in front of my tired, whipped, kneeling, naked body. He puts his hands on each side of my head and turns it to face him. My face is at the level of his briefs, with his _c_o_c_k_ only a foot away. He grabs the side of his briefs and slowly begins to pull them down, His erect _c_o_c_k_ pointing straight at my mouth. I reach out. With my left hand I grab his thickly veined shaft, rubbing it up and down. My right hand wraps around his enormous balls, squeezing them between my fingers. I can feel the heat building up within them. I slowly pull the massive rod closer, allowing its smoth red head, dripping with pre cum, to touch my lips. My tongue comes out to lick the precum. I open my mouth and begin pushing the throbbing organ inside. One by one the others remove their briefs and stand in line.
Well, that was some time ago. The sessions didn't last long, and within a year we were all scattered. Funny about that. Have you ever noticed that your fantasies never come to pass in real life as you would like them to? What seems so clear and exciting falls apart in the real world. I wonder why?