It took no time at all to drive to “Prowl.” Keegan held my hand the entire way and occasionally leaned over and kissed my neck and cheek. I noticed that he readjusted himself several times during the trip in an effort to find a more comfortable sitting position because of his scrotum being so enlarged. I said nothing but smiled to myself

We parked and got out of the car and went into the club. I had Keegan walk ahead of me. That Body! That Arse! Those Beautiful Feet! Fuck me!

I paid our way into the bar and we went directly to the far side of it. A friend of mine, Josh, was bartending and I wanted to introduce Keegan to him. They shook hands and I ordered two bottles of water for us. I, also, offered to buy Josh a drink. He accepted and poured himself a shot of Tequila.

The bar wasn’t crowded, yet. Most of the guys usually arrived after midnight or so. I looked at the clock on the wall and it showed that it was only a little past 11:30p.m.

I leaned over the bar and told Josh that I wanted to show him something. I winked at him and nodded at Keegan. Josh said; “Sure!” And he gave me an evil, little, smile.

I took Keegan by the arm and pulled him over to me. I gave him a kiss and told him to strip off his tank top and his sweat pants. He looked at me for a moment but immediately proceeded to nervously pull his tee-shirt over his head. Once it was removed, he began to fumble with the knot in the drawstring of his sweats. It was apparent that he was having trouble with it, so I asked Josh, if he wanted to help him out.

Josh wasted no time in coming out from behind the bar. He had that knot undone in the blink of an eye. He looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. I told him to go ahead and finish helping Keegan out of his sweats. Josh loosened the waistband and pulled Keegan’s sweats down and onto the bar floor.

Keegan stepped out of his sweats, one foot at a time and stood there in all his glory. I told him to put his leather thong sandals back on and to stand with his back to the bar.

Josh just stood there and stared at Keegan. I could see that he was getting hard underneath his jeans, so I told him that he could go ahead and feel Keegan’s enlarged ball-sac, if he wanted to. It was only fair of me, after all. Keegan stood there, reached up and began to roll his own nipples through his fingers as Josh felt his nuts for only a minute or so. That’s when I saw Josh shutter and a wet cum spot appear, through his jeans, at his crotch.

“Whew!”“ That’s one fucking Hot Boy, you have there,” said Josh.

“What do you think, Josh?” “Should we take him back to the playroom, I asked?”

Josh infatically replied with a yell over his shoulder.”Break time!”

I picked up Keegan’s sweats and tee-shirt, threw them over my shoulder and told Keegan to follow Josh.

I walked behind Keegan through the growing crowd. The looks and stares were priceless. He watched his own gavotte in the mirrors on the bar walls, as he walked by them.

Once we reached the back room, we went over and sat down on some built-in benches against a wall. Keegan sat on the floor between my legs and rested his elbows on my knees. I took my fingers and ran them through his curly hair, then leaned over and kissed the top of his head. Josh sat next to me. Scattered around the room were eight or ten guys, already, sitting in there, too.

From one end of the playroom came a well-built, middle-aged man. He was wearing a pair of black leather chaps, a black leather jock, a biker’s cap, leather wrist and arm bands and a pair of “patrol” boots. On a leash behind him, walked a young fellow, who was naked, except for a full leather hood and a collar that the leash was hooked to.

The Master led the young man over to a “Saint Andrews” cross and proceeded to turn the fellow to face us. The Master took a penis gag from a clip on his belt and deftly shoved it into the mouth of the boy through the mouth-opening of his hood and fastened it behind his head. From his pocket, he took out two leather patches that he snapped over the eye-openings of the hood, too. Without delay, he spun the young man around and pushed him against the cross. He took some lengths of rope and, one by one, he tied his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the cross.

From a hook on the wall, the Master grabbed a “cat-of-nine tails” and began to flog the young mans back. After giving him a number of lashes, he moved down to his arse, where he applied the flogger with a bit more eagerness. The boy on the cross never moved.

The Master stopped his whipping, stood back and surveyed his work. He went back over to the boy and proceeded to apply the whip much harder than before. Even in the dim light, I could see the welts begin to form on the boy’s back and buttocks. He continued to beat the young man for quite some time until the boy started to moan. With that, the Master only applied the whip harder until the young man, wet with sweat, slumped in his restraints.

The Master walked over to a table, near us, and took a long swig from a bottle of beer and, then, wiped the sweat from his forehead. After several more gulps, he finished his beer.

I noticed that there was a small leather trunk lying on the table and from it, the Master removed a hard black leather paddle. It looked to be about eighteen-inches long and about five-inches wide.

Josh gave me a nug and said; “Wait till you see this!”

The Master came over to us and presented the paddle for us to look at. There was nothing special about it until he turned it over. On the reverse side, it was studded with sharp spikes that appeared to be about 14 gauge in thickness and stuck out about three-quarters of an inch. They were arranged in a circle at the end of the paddle and there must have been thirty or more of them sticking out from that thing. They looked like piercing needles.

In any event, he went back over to the table and picked up a bottle of something or other and sprayed it onto the side of the paddle with the needles. He put the bottle down and walked right over to the cross and, without hesitation, swung the paddle behind his back and delivered it square on the young man’s right buttock.

The boy began to scream through his mouth gag and he pulled himself up onto his toes.

The paddle stuck into the boys cheek and blood immediately began to trickle down.

Keegan gasped but never turned his head.

A few seconds past and, then, the Master unceremoniously dislodged the paddle from the young man’s arse, gave it another swing and laid it on the boys left cheek.

The young man wailed through his gag and, literally, tried to climb up the cross.

This time the Master took hold of his boy’s collar with his left hand and with his right hand, deftly slapped the top of the paddle, imbedding the needles even deeper in his victim.

There was more bleeding this time, too, but it was not until the Master pried the paddle from the boy’s cheek, that the blood really began to run down the boy’s leg. The other cheek was bruised and still bleeding, as well.

The Master walked back over to the table, where his toys were, and wrapped the paddle in a towel and placed it back in it’s carrying case.

Then, he sprayed some sanitizer on his hands, wrung his hands and then shook them at his sides to dry them.

Next, he picked up a towel-covered tray and placed it on a ledge, near to the cross.

Then he quickly untied the young man’s feet and hands, turned the boy around, so that he was facing outward and retied him to the cross.

The boy did not resist.

From somewhere in the dark, the Master retrieved a black metal post and brought it over to the cross. He placed the post between the boy’s legs, just in front of his crotch and screwed it into a fitting in the floor. On the top of the post is a semicircle of stainless steel that has been welded to it. It looked, to me, to be about three-inches in diameter and about a half an inch thick.

The Master went over to the ledge and partially uncovered the tray. He took a couple of items in his hands and, then, stood in front of the boy on the cross.

He reached out with his left hand and took hold of the young man’s balls and pulled them toward himself. He stretched the boy’s scrotum and until the pliable skin could be laid in the half-circle of stainless steel . With one swift move, he took his right hand placed the other half of the stainless steel fitting over the other, He locked them, together, by means of two set-screws, with an allen wrench on each of its’ sides. Within a few seconds, the boy’s cock began to grow and it pointed straight out from his groin.

The young man was completely secured, now, and hanging there with his hips pulled forward because of his stretched ball sack being locked in the metal pillary device. This, also, caused him to be standing up on his toes.

Now, even with the din of the music playing in the main bar, everyone could hear the young man beginning to pant through his leather hood!

The Master, then, picked up a piece of rope and began to tightly wind it around the boy’s scrotum between the ball shackle and the base of his cock. This caused the boy’s balls to stretch to their maximum. From where we were sitting, you could see, that the skin was becoming quite taught over them. It, also, caused his cock to become more turgid, with the head beginning to swell.

While all of this was going on, Keegan hardly moved. He was transfixed by what the Master was doing and, I think, that he truly wanted to be the young man on the cross and for me to be doing those things to him.

The Master walked back over to the ledge and put on a pair of black latex gloves. He picked up some alcohol wipes and walked over to the boy on the cross and wiped his balls, all over, with them.

Then, he went back over, changed his gloves for another pair and picked up a small, rectangular, container and walked over to us.

Without saying a word, he removed the lid to display the container’s contents to us.

Lying inside was three - 20gauge by 6" spinal needles.

He just stood there and smiled, gave us a wink and said; “He’s been a bad boy.”.

Then, Josh motioned him over, leaned into him and whispered something into his ear.

I saw the Master nod yes and, then, he came over to me.

He asked me, if my boy could assist him by holding the container, while he worked?

Keegan looked up at me excited and wide-eyed! I said; “Sure.”

Keegan got up and the Master handed the container to him.

Together, they walked over to the cross and the Master motioned for Keegan to stand, just off to the right side of it.

The Master took the first of the three spinal needles in his right hand and held it over the top of the young man’s left testicle. With his left hand firmly holding the post of the ball pillary, just below the ball restraint, he began to slowly pierce the testicle from top to bottom in one, smooth, motion. Immediately, he picked up a second needle and pierced the boy’s right nut in the very same way.

By this time, the cries and groans from the boy on the cross were becoming inaudible and you could visibly see the sweat dripping from his body.

Finally, the Master took the third spinal needle, held it sideways and pierced both of his boy’s testicles, horizontally. This time, though, it took a minute or so to worry the long needle through.

There is no doubt in my mind that the young man was suffering but, through it all, he still maintained a magnificent erection.

Keegan stood there in a trance and even though his own balls were still enlarged, he sported one helluva hard-on, too.

The Master stood back and surveyed his work, as if he were admiring an “Old Master’s” painting. He turned around, looked at us and, from somewhere in the room, there came a stream of applause.

Suddenly, the Master spun around and landed a perfect hit on the head of the young man’s cock with the back of his hand!

The boy’s cock shot spuge in wide arcs over and over, again. Some of his cum, even hit Keegan on his chest and face.

I heard Keegan utter the word “Fuck” and he, too, shot his load all over the backroom floor.

After a few moments, the Master and Keegan left the young man hanging there, pierced and all, and came back over to where we were sitting.

Josh and I saw them coming and stood up.

Keegan walked over to me with his head bowed low.

I pulled him into me, put my arm around him and whispered in his ear, ”It’s Okay.”

I handed Keegan his sweats and tee-shirt and told him to get dressed.

While he was dressing, Josh introduced the Master to me and we chatted for a couple of minutes. I complimented him on his session with his boy. At the end of our conversation, I shook his hand and we exchanged telephone numbers.

Then, the Master left our company to tend to his boy.

Keegan and I walked Josh back up to the front bar, had another bottle of water, after which, we headed home.

Keegan was quiet for the entire ride home.

Once we arrived, I told him to get ready for bed, while I checked on the cats.

When I came into the bedroom, I found Keegan lying face-down on the bed, naked and with his legs spread open.

I just stood there and stared at the beauty of him.

I resisted as long as I could, before pulling his butt-plug out and replacing it with my hard cock.

He took it like a man and I fucked him long and hard, until I came deep inside him.

All the while that I was fucking him, I kept seeing him hanging there, on that cross at the bar, with his balls skewered and shooting his load.

As I lay there holding Keegan in my arms and drifting off to sleep, my mind began to race at what I was planning to do to him, starting tomorrow.