On The Beach

By: dens_7@hotmail.com

It had been stinking hot for a couple of weeks now. The only relief was down at the beach after the sun had started to set. The breeze off the ocean was a welcome relief to the day. A group of us would go down each night to cool off. We would all leave at different stages depending on how hot our accommodation was. I had begun staying till very late before returning home to bed.

On this particular day it had been hotter than any other had. I wore a bright yellow gee-string that stood out because of my smooth well-tanned body. Not to mention the huge bulge between my legs that my gee-string fought to keep under control. We had all been in swimming and clowned around a lot in between eating and drinking.

The night got late and one by one the others all started going back to their different homes. I stayed on, as my place was unbearable. I had spread out on a large beach towel on some grass and had fallen asleep on my back with my legs apart. I was unaware of others moving about. Apparently serval people had stopped to admire the bulge in my gee-sting.

I stirred a couple of times and noticed several people appreciating my form layed out on the white towel beneath me. At one stage there was a group of smooth good looking guys taking particular note of my body. They stood out because they didn’t try to hide the fact that they were eyeing me off.

Some time went by before they moved off and I pretended not to notice them moving off. But they just set themselves up together not far away. When I sat up to see what was happening around the place one of them came over and asked me to join them, which I did.

Not long after joining them the guy that asked me over was getting into my gee-string checking out the equipment hidden there. It wasn't long before he had me naked and his fingers were working my butt. All of them were interested that I didn't make a fuss and just allowed them to do what they wanted to me.

It wasn't long before I was flipped onto my back and being butt fucked by the guy. He screwed me long and hard smacking my ass as he went. Once he finished someone else jumped on before I had a chance to move. I was again ridden like they were trying to brake a new wild colt in.

All eight of them screwed me before I was allowed to move. My ass felt like it had been stretched to the limit and was sore from all the action it received. My hands were tied behind my back before they tied my balls up and attached a long lead to it. I was then dragged around the beach by the balls. I was exhausted as each of them took a turn at leading me around.

I was led in and out of the water. When I tripped they would keep going pulling on my balls. The only way to get relief was to try and run faster to get the pressure off. My butt felt funny after all the screwing it took, plus I was getting tied and found it harder to keep up. At one stage I thought they were going to yank my balls off. I could fell them swelling in their bag but there was nothing I could do about it.

Exhausted I fell over in the surf and they dragged me back by the balls. I found it easier to try and float and act like a surfboard. Once back where the others were they helped me back to the group. No one used any names to this point. I was told I would make a great slave seeing I hadn't once complained or called out.

They tied me to a tree by putting my arms behind me and around the tree. My balls were left bound and my gee-string stuffed and tied in my mouth. The group left and went further up the beach a little and they were talking together out of my hearing. One of them came back and asked where I lived and what I did for work?

After he pulled the gag out I replied and said I live in a boarding house and I do odd jobs around the place. With that he re-gagged me and went back to the group. Not long after they came back and told me I was to be their slave. The guy who brought me over to start with came and got me.

He made me put my gee-string on and told me to take him back to the boarding house and get my things. My balls were still tightly bound and they had been that way for nearly two hours. They were black and cold, yet they didn't hurt all that much.

I went with him and we sneaked in as it was now about two in the morning. I got the few cloths I had in a bag and wrote a note to say I had left. I was asked if I owed any money? I said no. But I was given a hundred dollars to put in the envelope that I pinned to the door.

With that we left and went back to the beach where the others were waiting for us. I was stripped and my cloths taken from me. We all moved off to an isolated part of the beach. I was tied on my back on a picnic table. My legs we pulled back over my body leaving my butt on the end of the table and my balls hanging over my butt.

They started playing with my balls and I was told they were dead. That I was now a eunuch and the best thing they could do was cut them off before gangrene set in. I didn't have time to say anything or come to grips with it before a Swiss Army knife was pulled out. The guy took hold of my balls and cut through the dead scrotum. He was quick as he no sooner started and he was holding my ball bag complete with balls high in the air for all to see.

The others let out a cheer as a small gas burner was lit and a bar was heated to cauterise the wound between my legs. It was this bit that caused more pain than having my balls cut off. I let out a bit of a groan but not much of one.

I was untied and rolled over and stretched out over the table with my butt exposed. My arms and legs were tied to the legs of the table. Then to my surprise my right hand butt cheek was branded with a large "S".

After that I was taken to their place where I have been their slave for many years now. I have maintained my youthful looks even though my cock has shrunk some. My balls are pickled and mounted in a trophy on the mantle piece along with my tanned scrotum. A little brass plaque says, "We Own Our Slaves Balls".