The Party Boy and his Surprise

My legs are spread wide, and tied to the posts that come down from the bed, if you want to call it that. I am across it, sideways in fact, and the cuffs on my legs have spread my legs and while they in themselves are not uncomfortable I have never felt more vulnerable. My arms are stretched out, and up, and are hooked to the rail on the opposite side of the bed. The bed is one of those dual-purpose pieces of furniture, built like a couch with a brass frame that forms both a headboard and a footboard and a backrest. The bedspread is strange and made of black vinyl, and it is bright and smooth and as black as night. The cushions on the backrest are gone, and I am facing where they would be, looking through the brass bars if you will at the empty, blank wall behind it. My knees are off the floor, and because of the width of the bed my thighs rest on the mattress, my stiff cock and the balls underneath stretching out across the bed I am tied to. I am exposed. My ass is stretched open, and my balls and cock are actually touching the mattress that I am stretched across. Because my arms are tied out, stretched out wide and attached to the other side of the bed, I am spread at about a 45 degree angle from the floor, partially standing, partially held by the ropes on my arms. Everything is padded, and I can relax and am not uncomfortable. Still, my mind is racing, as I in a way put myself into this position, and now, having the second thoughts I am having, I can’t help but wonder if I have made a mistake.

It all started on the Internet. I have always fantasized about being tied up, and ever since I was paddled by my dad as a younger teen I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. The reality is that now, as a nineteen year old college student, I don’t have a lot of sexual experience but I sure am intrigued about a lot of stuff. I can’t get my mind off bondage, and sometimes I think of S&M and even the site of a whip or a chain can make me hard. Another thing that gets me off is spanking–yeah, that is another of those things that can really excite me. Up until now, its all been in my brain, and getting tied up, or “tortured” or even spanked for real wasn’t even a possibility and so it was just something I’d jack off to now and then. But I kept checking out the spanking sites and the S&M sites and even the Eunuch Archive was a hot read. Yeah, I love reading the stories and the fantasies, and in doing so I ended up meeting a guy with interests the same as mine. He was older, but was into the “scene” if you will, and since he lived not too far from me I finally got up the nerve to meet him. He and I met for dinner one night, and we talked about spanking stuff and bondage and even about forced castration, the ultimate punishment for a man. I told him about my life and shared my fantasies. Not really too much to tell....high school sports, scared on dates and a little inept with women I guess. Still, I don’t consider myself gay. Except for jacking off once after school with a couple of friends when I was fourteen, I’ve never done anything sexual with anyone. Anyway, as a college freshman I keep busy playing rugby when I am not going to class. He probed my fantasies, and I shared with him about the memory of my friends pumping themselves. When he asked again if I was sure I wasn’t gay, I told him I was SURE and then emphasized to him that I had dated a few girls in high school to prove my point. Yeah, I had. Not much had happened but I had taken them out at least. I didn’t admit to him I sometimes thought about other guys I knew, but that doesn’t make me gay and so why should I have? Girls are where it’s at....just ask any high school guy. I told him THAT and he laughed. He wanted to know if I had fucked any. I told him the truth, I mean, I’ve never actually “scored, ” so I admitted I have got a lot to learn and I told him that too. He really liked the fact I was a virgin. Anyway, I guess I’m just pretty naïve really about sex in general. He asked did I think about dicks or chicks when I jacked off....and I told him I usually thought about spankings and being tied up and about all the bondage things. He laughed at that too. That said, I liked him, and he put me at ease and so I promised to meet him again sometime, but after that college life, tests, and trying to think about girls kept me busy so my promise went unfulfilled for a while. But I kept thinking about the spanking and the bondage scene too, and through emails he offered to tie me up and give me the “punishment” I really deserved. He told me he could warm up my butt and I’d never forget it as long as I lived. I couldn’t get the offer out of my brain, and so, finally, I consented and that’s how I came to be where I am.

So far it had been really cool...I had met him at this big condo he had rented on this beautiful Saturday afternoon, and told him that I didn’t have to be home back to the dorms really until sometime Sunday. It was a nice place, and he said he had it for the week. He had made me promise not to masturbate for seven days, and although it had been difficult I had kept my word and that entire prospect of NOT touching myself made the waiting for it even more intense. When I showed up it was the first thing he asked me, and when I told him I had done what he told me to do he seemed really pleased with that. Then, he made me comfortable and started talking to me like I really was a bad boy in need of a good spanking. It was like my fantasy was coming true and I was really excited. He was talking slowly to me and told me how bad I had been. It was something out of my high school fantasy, and so I listened and the really weird thing was that I grew hard as I did so. About the time I thought he was gonna pull me over his knee and start warming up my bottom, he surprised me. I really wasn’t expecting the cuffs, but I was so warm to him that I just went with what was happening. He just quietly moved behind me and took some leather cuffs, and I saw him pick them up and I could see that they were padded. I don’t know what it was but when I saw them I got even harder. I did as I was told...put my hands behind me and then I held them there and let him put the cuffs on me. The leather cuffs were padded and had long leather thongs attached to them. He tied my wrists together then, and made me stand up. The feeling was just so intense, and then well, he unbuckled my pants. I let him do that too....I mean, he was talking, so gently the entire time, and so I let them fall....and then he pushed gently down on my shoulders and I slowly settled down on my knees in my underwear, wearing only my boxer shorts I always wore. It seemed strange to be kneeling right in front of him, and my heart was pounding. I had never been that close to a man in just my underwear and I was pretty embarrassed about my bone. God! This seemed almost electric as I was on my knees with my crotch bulging and him directly in front of me. It was really intense......and like I said my dick was bulging out the fabric, and then, with my hands tied behind me he just slowly touched me...first on my shoulders....then he let himself move down....and then he was touching the waistband of my shorts....then under my t-shirt and along my hard, flat stomach. He let his fingers wander lower...all the while talking to me....keeping me calm, asking me if it was OK if he touched me there. I gasped when his finger brushed against where my dick was...and as he brushed the material my shaft grew harder under the material. He said: “So, guys aren’t your thing?” I swallowed, and a smile grew on my face...but I nodded my head no....I don’t know really what I was thinking....my heart was racing with the intensity of the moment. I do think about guys and I do fantasize about hard men. Then he was asking me again: “So, you are a virgin......and you’ve never had a pussy?” What could I say? Then he was asking me about the times I jacked off and what I was thinking about as I jerked my own meat. His face was less than a foot from mine, and he just sat in a chair and talked to me and probed my soul. All the while he fingered my pants, and then God THEN he did more than let his hand brush my underwear....he suddenly just reached out and touched my cock intentionally within the material...oh yeah he was touching it, and finally he slipped my underpants down to my knees and it sprang out and jutted up eager and dripping like its never sprung up before. He liked my hot college body...I could tell that, and even though he was a guy my cock liked his touch and it was just so intense. He had a little black covered foot rest that went with the chair, and he slid that up and under my cock...it was just the right height with me on my knees and he would push my cock down until it was flat on the padded surface. As he talked with me he told me I deserved the punishment I was going to get, and then he slowly pushed my stiff dick around over the surface of the smooth leather. The tip began to ooze precum, and the head of my dick flared, larger than life it seemed, and oh-so-purple.

He pulled my t-shirt off then, and I saw his eyes go to my flat stomach and my ripped abs. I like to work out and I could feel his eyes feasting on my defined muscles. Finally, he stood me up, and slid off my pants and underwear and left me completely naked, boned and ready, ready for my spanking! Then, he took me into the next room, where the couch was waiting, and that’s where he just slowly put me into position.... untying the wrists and retying them, then the ankle cuffs and then, finally, into position, spread out, exposed, and almost begging for it. He leaned over to me then, whispered in my ear and then tasted it...sucked on my ear and told me I was his. He reached up, between my legs, and began to massage some lube onto my balls.....working them...pulling them.....owning them. He fingered each one....my stones his to play with....I could look down and watch and see but could do nothing to stop him. I had never had a man touch me anywhere like he was doing now, and yet I liked it and it was intense and I felt confused and excited at the same time. He really felt my balls, and seemed to spend a lot of time feeling them. He hefted my sack, seeming to weigh it in his hand. My balls are big, and my sac has always hung down, large and full and he seemed to like to hold it in his hand. Finally, he grabbed some more of the slippery fluid and then massaged it over my raging cock, working in into the skin of the shaft and up and down its entire length. He knew just how to do it too, working my cock, bringing me close but not too close...keeping me hard and stiff and eager.... He laid out his paddles....and showed me each one....every one....he had names for the straps and the paddles and the leather. Some were made of cherry wood...some were maple....some were full of holes and some were longer than others. He had quite a collection, and slowly he picked out his favorites and laid them out, next to me....and as he pulled each one I knew they were being pulled for me.

Next, he pulled out the porn, the pictures that he had in his collection, and spread them out on the wall in front of my face, so as I looked around I could see them almost everywhere I turned. He had pictures of women being penetrated, pictures of men jerking their meat, pictures of men as they squirted their seed. He had lots of pictures of bad boys getting spanked, and almost everywhere I looked, intermixed with the photos he spread out, there were pictures of older teenage guys with bright red bottoms. There were LOTS of pictures in fact of well paddled teenagers and they were all about my age. There was even one shot, posed, of some guy with his legs spread and tied apart, wearing leather collar that said “BAD BOY.” Behind him was another male dressed in leather holding his balls, which were tied by a leather band. What captured my attention though wasn’t the tie around the man’s balls. No, it was the knife in the other man’s hand. The man that held the knife was striking....his blond hair almost shimmered in the picture and the intensity of his blue eyes was like nothing I had ever seen. God, I stared at that one and my dick went rigid. Finally, he picked up one of the straps....like a prison strap, the wooden handle and the leather strap looking well worn and very authentic. He said “This one here....it’s one of my favorites.” Slowly, he began to swat it across my ass, and as the power of his strokes grew I began to question what I had allowed to happen.

SLAP....SLAPP.....SLAPP......SLAPPP.......SLAPPPP SNAP! SSNNAAPP!!!!!!

“Oh God...owl.......OWL....oh.....oh....OH............YEOW!!!!! OK....HEY! SHIT! OH SHIT!!!!! YEOWWWWWWWWWW!”

He was getting the rhythm going then, and I suddenly realized that he was enjoying this too. He worked the flat leather across my bare ass, worked it up the crack and down it, working it harder and harder around my ass. Occasionally, he would grab my cock, and pump it as he was laying the strap across my ass, and the feeling of being jacked and being spanked at the same time was just so damn intense I cannot describe it. Just when I felt I was going to shoot, he laid the strap carefully to the side, and took some more of the lubricant and worked it over my very warm ass. He worked it up the crack....lingered over my hole...then IN,,...oh GOD....then out and then in and then out...deeper and then oh-so-deep he touched my prostate with his finger and OH GOD THE FEELING THEN. Then he worked the lube over my cock....around the head and then up and down the shaft. I was feeling better then than I had ever felt....the strange feelings seemed almost overwhelming and I could sense him watching me, gauging my reaction.

Then he stopped.....left me for a long while....and I began to wonder what was happening. He came back then, back and asked me if I was comfortable. It was funny, but I was....the cuffs didn’t hurt at all, and if I relaxed against the bed I could have stayed there for hours. Yet, I could hardly move....my legs were still spread out and exposed.....and I was wondering why he was so concerned about how long I could stay there. I was also wondering if that was it...if I was going to be paddled some more or if that strap was it and he was just going to make me think I was going to get more? After he was sure I was comfortable, he then went behind me, and slipped a gag up and over my face....the big ball sliding into my mouth and then after that, I was unable to talk anymore. He kissed my ear again.....down my back he kissed me. I hadn’t expected the gag. Not at all and now I was sweating.....the room suddenly seemed warm and my ass was very warm just from the treatment it had just received and yet my dick was literally dripping with desire. He took a really big paddle then, that was longer and heavier than the others, and for a minute I thought he was going to use it on me. I know my eyes went wide open with fear when I saw it but he didn’t hit me with it. Instead, he hung that on a little hook that I hadn’t noticed earlier. It was on the wall above the bed that I was strapped to. On the handle, it said “THE TERMINATOR” and it was covered with holes that meant business. It looked very serious indeed. I figured he was hanging it there, above the pictures, to add to the eroticism of the experience almost like another piece of porn or something. He went to the desk and opened a drawer, and brought out what looked like a long leather cord. It was fairly thick, about the thickness of a pencil, and it was round and leather. He smiled at me when he took it. He then took it and made some kind of a knot in it, and after he did that he leaned over me, holding the leather string in his hand. Then he reached around me and slipped it up, over my balls. I could watch what he was doing, and it was scary, seeing my big balls hanging down, within the leather loop he had made. Then, he tightened the noose, not too tight, but tight enough, and as he tightened it I grunted and I could see my balls trapped in my sack, hanging below me with the ends of the leather tie dangling down towards the bed. He had trapped my balls in a way like they had never been trapped. My cock was really hard then, and grew even stiffer, and the little string that encircled the essence of my manhood seemed to make my balls bulge out even more than normal, and my cock arched up, and out, and oh-so-eager. He laughed then. I saw him take a black, “Sharpie” brand marker pen off the desk, and he tied one of the lose ends of the leather tie to the end of the marker pen. He made sure the pen was tied tight and then he let the pen drop, dangling between my knees and literally, hanging from my balls. Next, he reached into the same drawer and removed a big, thick leather collar....this one had some writing on it. It was yet black with white, bold letters, and it had some little metal studs on it. The writing said “BAD BOY” and he put it around my neck and hooked it into place. It wasn’t that uncomfortable but it felt weird knowing I was wearing it. He closed that drawer then, finished with what it had contained. Next, he opened the center drawer then, and pulled out a sign, and as I watched he posted the sign directly above the bed, onto the blank wall and directly in front of me, above the porn pictures that were in front of my face. I looked up....arched my neck and looked at the sign, and as I read it confused me to the core.

BAD BOY NEEDS PUNISHED

1. Each guest make choose any paddle except for “The Terminator”

2. Each guest gets 5 swats.

3. If you choose to touch the boy’s cock, you may not touch it for more than 3 minutes. Use the egg timer located on the nightstand

4. If the boy dares to ejaculate, use “The Terminator” to deliver 10 strokes to teach him the error of his ways

5. All guests that spank the boy need to sign his bad little bottom afterwards with the pen hanging from his balls

I read the sign but couldn’t figure out what he was putting it there for. But it was a professionally printed sign, and it looked like it had been made for a reason. I looked to the nightstand, and sure as shit there was one of those little hour glass style timers....one of those egg timers that is filled with white sand. He saw me looking at it, and he turned it over and the sand started running. Then he picked up the tube of lube again, and started to rework it into my balls...he seemed to really enjoy my sac and he spent some time again working in the lubricant. He seemed to love fondling my balls. Finally, he dropped them and let them swing, and then he moved up my crack....and then, again, his finger slid into my rectum, and then out and in and OUT again. He would hesitate and rub his finger deep, over my prostate, fingering me there where I had never been touched before. OH GOD.....my cock...bouncing then, and oh-so-eager. I’ve never been harder in my life, and then, he started working the shaft...his hand running up and down its length, over the tip with a twisting motion, then this thumb working the tip of my cock before his hand made the trip down and back again. Oh GOD....I was going to cum.........but then just before I shot my wad...right on the verge and at the very last second when nothing could have stopped it, the sand stopped flowing. As soon as it did he dropped my cock and after he did I could feel it twitching in the air with my heartbeat, almost shooting on its own but somehow not. He then said “Perfect. You asked me to give you a real punishment night, to fulfill your fantasies. You told me your darkest secrets, and your ultimate desires. Well, I told you that I would give you an evening that you would never forget. Remember? Well, I am about to keep my promise.” Then, he laughed.

After that, he gave my ass a few more swats with his hand, and then he cupped my balls once again and gave them a firm, hard squeeze. He pulled on them, fingering the orbs within my sac, and then he squeezed them individually, and the pain was instant, real, and intense. As he was squeezing them, I grunted from the pressure, and then he said to me “Just remember that you asked me to “fulfill your fantasy.” I will. But first, well, first I’m going to warm up your ass. Remember though what else you longed for? In fact, you BEGGED me for. Do you remember? They say, be careful what you wish for, because it might come true.” I hope you enjoy the party.” After that, he dropped my balls and let them swing, stilled tied by the leather, and then he walked out and I started to realize I might be in trouble.

I started struggling really hard then, but I was tied tight and that was very obvious. I was getting nowhere and started to grow tired from the straining, and so I finally gave up struggling. I waited there for perhaps fifteen minutes, maybe more. I figured he would be back and probably start my real punishment then. I tried to think of what I had told him I liked. GOD! I had told him all my fantasies....but which ones was he planning on making real? My mind was racing, and my cock was as hard as it had ever been, almost eager with the anticipation of whatever was to come. I could hear a vacuum cleaner running, and then later some ice being taken out of the freezer. Some music was put on the stereo, and I thought I heard some video tapes being started and stopped, like someone was checking them out and choosing the ones he wanted. It wasn’t long after that I heard the doorbell ring, and then suddenly, laughter, and OH GOD PEOPLE.....PEOPLE were coming over and into the condo! I looked over my shoulder and the damn bedroom door was wide open! God! Shit...there were friends coming to visit him and I was in here! I struggled again then, looking hard at the restraints that held me, and as I looked at them I realized they were designed to really hold a man, and as strong as I was I couldn’t break them, and oh how I TRIED! Oh GOD....I felt my hips jerking as I tested the bonds....but my legs were so wide and I was stretched out so far I couldn’t get a good grip on anything. When I jerked my hips would rock into the bed, and my cock bounced above the black vinyl surface that covered it. I shook the bed as I struggled, and yet it didn’t move and all I managed to do was make myself hotter and my cock stiffer. I felt the sweat then roll down my back from my neck....it ran right down my back and literally into the crack in my ass and I felt it run down until it touched my balls! God, I looked up, again, at the sign that said “BAD BOY NEEDS PUNISHED!!!” Suddenly it began to dawn on me. This was REAL! I also felt sweat coming from my armpits.....literally dripping down under them and running along my sides and down across my belly. I was hot, scared, and hard.....and as I read the sign again I realized it was serious and he was planning something big. I figured I was in for a paddling for sure.....OH GOD I WAS. My eyes were wide then, but everywhere I looked I saw the porn....the bright red asses, the crying faces of the boys....the cocks jutting and shooting and the women, legs spread, eager for a cock and seeming to be begging for the biggest one they could find. The last picture, the one in front of my face, the one with the man in the leather and the knife in his hand.....oh GOD...I was wearing the same collar and my balls were tied like his! OH GODDDDDDD!!!!! I was rock hard and every time I tightened my flat stomach muscles, I could feel my cock twitch.

The doorbell again! More guest, and then, more!!!!. GOD, he was having a PARTY! Oh God....and I was the party boy! Oh I had it figured out then, at least part of it, and even though the party was in the next room, in the living room, I had the idea figured out that sometime it was going to be coming my way. Oh it was getting wilder and I could tell they were playing some games. Suddenly I heard a crack and someone yelled out “SHITTTTTTTT!!!!!” as some paddle somewhere cracked into an ass. There was a lot of laugher after the yell. Oh God...it was a spanking party! Then, the cracks really started coming in a steady stream and when I heard that my entire cock got so damn hard and I could feel it thicken and I looked down at it and there were literally drops of precum that had dripped down, under the tip and were beaded up on the black vinyl of the bedspread. The bedroom door where I was tied was wide open, and so I could hear everything. People were drinking...I could tell from the tidbits of conversation that drifted back to my room that they were friends and a lot of the talk was about paddles and techniques for playing the scenes. I heard a spanking video being played out, and lots more slaps and cracks and “OH...YEOW!!!!” Was it real? Was it a video? Some man screamed on the video, a blood curdling scream not unlike an animal in pain. With the scream there was a roar of laughter and then everyone applauded. Somebody was sure enjoying something! There was lots of laugher, and lots of talk about sex. The doorbell just kept ringing, and as I heard the door open again and again I could hear my host greeting each of them. There was a mixture of voices....some were women’s voices but the vast majority were men. I was staring at the pictures in front of my face, of the bright red asses and the dicks spewing their seed. Then, suddenly...........

“WELL......WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?????????”

OH God...the voice.......I whipped my head around and there, there in the open bedroom door, was a man, about mid thirties, and who hadn’t shaved in several days. He was wearing a leather jacket, with no sleeves, and he was sporting a tattoo across his right shoulder and was sipping on a beer as he leered at me. He had jeans on that could have been cleaner, and he looked like he had just stepped right off of a motorcycle. He came into the room, and I started grunting into the gag and begging him to untie me. He was grinning from ear to ear. He walked up behind me....right behind me, and I stared back over my shoulder at him and tried to jerk free, in desperation. He let his hand go out to my back...and then ran it down my sweaty back and over my ass....feeling it...touching me...and then he licked his hand and OH GOD I FELT SO VIOLATED. My ass bobbed up and down, and my balls were swinging beneath me freely and I could see him look at them, then higher and staring at my hole he was. Finally, he looked at the sign and read it out loud....as much to himself I think as he was reading it to me. Then he said “God...nice ass kid. So, you have been a bad boy have you? I was hoping for a party boy! Well, I love to paddle bad boys.....and looks like you deserve a good licking. I think I’ll use this little paddle here and start changing the color of that ass of yours!” As he said that I saw him pick up what looked like a huge paddle the size of a ping pong paddle but much thicker and with holes in it. In his big hand it didn’t look that big though, and yet he was muscled and it was obvious he would probably have some power in his delivery. I panicked then, as he approached me with the paddle in hand...and yet I couldn’t do anything to stop him. OH GOD!

Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SPLAT!

“ARHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” I grunted into the gag. It HURT!!!!! Damn, it really hurt! I mean that damn thing STUNG!

He burst out laughing with that, and my reaction, and then proceeded to lay that paddle into me, hard! I don’t know how to describe it.....I mean at the time I thought he was gonna pulverize my ass with that big flat paddle. He just kept raining down the blows.......SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPALT....one after the other and OH GOD it HURT! I squirmed, struggled....yelled into the gag....but it did no good and he was on a role. Thankfully, it didn’t last long........the five hits were done so fast I hardly had time to realize it.........but my ass was literally on fire afterwards and felt like it was cooking. I was looking back at him and the room was filling up...........obviously people had heard the noise and had come in to investigate. There was lots of laugher and lots of comments.....and then someone said “Hey Bill, move over....and let me have my turn.”

The man that had just smacked my ass said “Hold your horses. I’m not done yet....I still got three minutes to try and win some more paddle time!!”

Lots of laugher erupted as he said that, and my face blushed bright red....the room so full of people now and my entire body, exposed and on display. I felt him take the marker....tied to my balls, because he pulled on the string and laughed, and then he was writing his name on my ass! God, he was signing my ass and it hurt! The alcohol in the pen stung like shit, and everyone laughed at whatever he was writing. Then, a woman’s voice said “So...if he he’s really bad and shoots his wad we can paddle him with the big paddle? Oh I think its time for him to shoot!”

Lots more laugher...and then the man that had hit me said “Well, lets see what I can do in three minutes.” Maybe this boy will like a man holding his dick! I started grunting and shaking my head side to side...NO NO NO.....but then he just flipped over the timer, and grabbed my cock! God......I really jerked my bonds hard then....pulled with all my might but I could not get free. Everyone watching laughed at my reaction. I stared at the timer.....and felt the rough hand pistoning my cock as fast as he could pump it. I looked down, down at his hand, and when I saw his strong hand gripping me I just went so damn hard....and OH GOD....while everyone was watching I was being jerked off by a man! I felt the feeling.....immediately building........on NO...but God it had been so long.........the need for release was more than I could possibly control........I stared at the Paddle, at THE TERMINATOR....knowing it was waiting, waiting for ME now, but even as I did so I knew it was hopeless to stop it. I looked back at the man fist that was pumping my cock, and then, OH GOD....then my dick just exploded.

“ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” I grunted, as I arched my back and began to pump out my goo in huge spurts.....the ropes of cum literally shooting over the surface of the black vinyl spread that covered the bed. My cum stood out on the black material like white lines of goo.....thick and long and he just started laughing then but kept right on working my dick faster and faster and I just kept cumming and cumming. I shot line after line of semen, and everyone cheered with the squirts. He milked me dry as the room full of people watched him do it. Then, just as quickly as he had started, the timer ran out and he dropped my dick, and as I watched him he picked up the big paddle off the wall. The entire room was roaring their encouragement, and then, God, almost before I had time to struggle, I watched as he brought it down full force across my already bright red ass!

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! “YEOW!” OH GOD..........I grunted into the gag.

My GOD oh this is so fucking unbelievable! NO! The feeling...the burn.......across my ass and almost through it..........consuming me....the burn so great oh WHY did I have to cum? The world was watching! Oh GOD...not again not..........

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

“URHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” I yelled...the gag catching most of the sound. I grunted and struggled but it did no good.........my grunting only seem to feed his pleasure and then he was just slamming that paddle relentlessly and it seemed to take over my body....burned my ass until I felt it had been paddled right off. The room was roaring and the laugher was intense, as they watched my teenage bottom bounce up and down, struggling to avoid the blows that were unavoidable. I don’t know how long it took, but finally he was done and when he finished the room erupted into a huge applause. He slipped the paddle back on the hook, and then he said “I love paddling a bad boy! Now, I think I need another beer.” With that, he walked out of the room.

I couldn’t believe what my ass was feeling like. I mean, it was just roasting then, and the room seemed to relish it. Suddenly, as I looked over my shoulders, my eyes wet from the sting, this woman was approaching me. She had some type of leather halter on, with black leather boots that went to her thighs. She was wearing a very skimpy leather skirt, and if she hadn’t been about 40 she probably would have been way sexy. She was stunning to look at in her outfit and I’d never seen a woman dress like her before. If it wasn’t for her big tits I’d have thought she was a man. Well, she leaned down and found a riding crop.....it was all leather and it looked like about three or four tails on it and then, as I stared back at her and begged her with my eyes, she laughed and said “Kid, this is gonna hurt you a lot more than its gonna hurt me!” Then, she burst out laughing. My eyes went wide then, and as I watched she started laying that strap right into me like she was whipping a horse. Oh.....shit!

Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“ONE” they yelled!

Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“TWO” they yelled!

Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“THREE!”

Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“FOUR!” Damn...with each snap of that little whip I was squirming and my ass was bobbing up and down. As it did so, my spent dick, now laying on the surface of the bed, was rubbing along the vinyl and sliding in the semen pool I had just squirted out. I could feel that, and my ass, and the feeling was one of almost indescribable humiliation. This woman just snapped her little whip, and seemed to relish bringing it right down my crack, my hole on fire and the burn so intense. My ass seemed almost super sensitive after my ejaculation, and every nerve was on end. I know at least once the leather wrapped down and snapped my balls, and when it did the fire just seemed to grow to a new level of misery. Finally, “FIVE!” and then her five hits were over...but the burn she left seemed to go on and on. She too then reach down, and took my softening cock in her hand and began to stroke it with a purpose. Obviously, she too wanted to use the “Terminator” and her hand pistoned my cock like she was desperate to get to do it. The feel of her hand was so much different than that of the man who had just pumped me dry. She held my manhood almost gently, rubbing it more than grabbing it, her fingers letting it slide in and out of her hand. I looked down, watched her pump me, watched the sand travel down in the little glass and finally run out. She said “DAMNIT” as she dropped my dick that had grown almost hard again, and there was some laughter then. Just before she too left the room, she leaned over, grabbed the marker and with a good tug on my balls, she pulled the pen out and then used it to sign my flaming ass. God!

After that, well, the paddlings just sort of came continuously. I don’t know the number, but I do know that some people smacked me harder than others and some seemed to go much easier, almost like they were sorry for me. Many of the party guests watched me take my smacks, but then didn’t take a paddle in their hand to add to them. A few hit me once, hard, with a tremendous crack that seemed to push the paddle all the way through me. A lot of people just gave me two cracks across my ass. The “CRACKKKKKK” and then the second, harder, “CRACKKKKKKKKK”, the pair together being enough to bring the tears all over again. One man came in and said “Well boy, looks like you are learning your place. You have one hot ass kid!” After that, he really laid it on me....burning a piece of wood into my ass and hitting me so hard I started crying continuously. I couldn’t help it...the burn was just so damn intense and he loved it when I was crying. I remember looking back at him and I noticed his pants were boned....the boner so hard and stiff that it jutted up and the tip was actually visible just barely sticking out above his waistband. He loved hitting me! After he had paddled me he took my cock and rubbed it fast and furiously. He also squeezed it as he pumped it, and I almost came in his hand. Almost. The sand ran out but he kept pumping me anyway...working me harder and faster and my balls began to churn. Right on the verge I was when he finally stopped the stroking....someone had stuck there head into the room and he had stopped when they did. Suddenly there was some kind of big commotion in the other room, and when that happened he dropped my dick entirely and then the room I was in became empty. My hard prick pulsated in the air, and I thought it was going to shoot on its on. However, it finally stopped and the feeling subsided.

I was alone for about ten minutes, and then this young man, not much older than me, walked into the room. I recognized him immediately! Oh GOD, the feeling then...as our eyes met and I realized he was the man in the picture, the man who was holding the knife! God, his blond hair was so striking, even more so in real life, and he had the same bright blue eyes.....they almost radiated and were so unusual I thought he wore colored contacts. Oh GOD...the total feeling then! I glanced to the picture and then back to him, and then back again to make sure. God....he was staring at me, and I was tied like the man in the picture, the man with his balls that were tied like mine! Oh shit, I pulled hard then, but my legs remained spread and my ass was glowing, cherry red. God...who was he? The fear started crawling up my belly, and my neck hairs were standing on end. Oh he laughed then....and reading the sign he said “Well well well....you are one hot guy. Almost a waste to unman you! Then, he leaned over me and as he did so I could feel his pants pushing his bulge into my ass, and as he did so he whispered into my left ear...his wet tongue licking me as he talked. “So.....you are into the scene are you? Well, just know that I wish it was me that was going to be fucking that hot ass of yours!”

I was in shock! Oh GOD....I didn’t move...didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t move away, but breathed into my ear and then ran his tongue over it, in it...nibbling on the bottom of it. I was breathing hard then....I felt his right hand wrap around me.....picking up my stiff cock....and then he squeezed it.... I felt myself growing really hard again....stiffer in his hand by the second....I closed my eyes. Then he grabbed my balls....and I could feel him feeling my sac, fondling the orbs within it. Then he said: “Yeah...I’d love to fuck you...and your dick sure wants it. Too bad about your balls though. Oh well, right now I’m going to paddle you but know I’ll be watching your ass as I do. But first, since you’re so cute I’ll do you a favor and let you cum for me.” As he said that he stared rotating his fist, working it around and around my cock....all the while moving it up and down the length of my shaft. He was still in my ear, and I could feel his own erection pushing up through his pants, up against my hot ass and then he was semi pushing himself....dry humping me as he worked my dick. He reached down then and I felt him unbuckle his own pants. His cock sprang out and then I felt it, his dick as it slid up and down over my ass. I was rock hard then...oh GOD I was....breathing....so rapid and then, I just couldn’t control the feelings anymore. I arched my back and began, again, to shoot my wad. I couldn’t have stopped it for all the money in the world. I just shot...violently, my balls just pumping out my fluid with a tremendous vengeance, the first rope of cum had so much pressure it almost hit the wall. The first white line of semen was like a rope across the width of the bed, and I shot four more as I grunted into my gag. As I was shooting he was talking to me...... “That’s it boy....shoot your wad. You are such a bad boy...shooting your load like this. Do it boy.....pump it out before I paddle your ass and take your balls.”

WHAT THE FUCK? God, I was squirting....what the hell had he said? Oh GOD....I jerked against the bonds as I emptied my balls, struggling with a desperation then that I cannot describe. Finally, I finished....totally spent......my dick throbbing and pulsating and the pool of semen on the bed almost unbelievable. BUT HE DIDN’T STOP........oh GOD...the tip was so sensitive then....and I started struggling...begging him to stop....oh SHIT IT WAS TOO MUCH...TOO SENSITIVE........oh NO! My entire body started struggling then.....I HAD TO GET AWAY. His fist was too much! TOO MUCH! STOP! Oh STOP...please........please STOP!!!! But he didn’t. Instead, he moved his thumb up over the wet, slimy end of my dick, working the head of it that had just cum...the head that was oh-so-sensitive and was wet with my slime. I struggled...was babbling from the intensity of the nerves, my prick so sensitive I would have done anything to get him to stop touching it. I bucked my hips in desperation.....but relentlessly his fingers worked my shaft, this thumb running circles over the head again and again and again. All the while I could feel his dick exposed and laying on top of my ass....the tip touching the small of my back and he reached under me and held my dick. Suddenly, my dick just seemed to enlarge and then the sensitive tip started pulsating again and then, HE WAS SAYING “I’m cumming” and when he said that I felt my own dick spasm and another wad just come out of nowhere and I shot again......oh I did and while the wad itself was smaller than the first still the ejaculation nevertheless was intense, violent, and a total surprise. I would never have thought it was possible to come twice in a row without my dick going down but I did. As I was doing it, pumping out my third load of the night, I felt his goo shooting onto my back, the spurts from his penis powerful and huge. I felt it on my bare ass as he shot his wad. He stood up then, a big grin on his face and his eyes still so bright they glowed. I could feel the puddle of his spunk on the small of my back, and I felt so humiliated. He pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped them closed. Then he slowly removed the big paddle, the Terminator, off the wall, and then he said “Well cumboy, you’ve made quite a mess of that bed! Guess you get twenty, or should it be twenty-five?”

Then, the expression on his face changed, and he grinned grew even wider. I was staring at him, over my shoulder, at him and the bulge in the front of his jeans. He didn’t seem to care. As I was staring at that spot he made the first swing......fast and hard, and OH GOD I SCREAMED as the paddle ripped into my ass.

“CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”

I bucked my hips from the impact, and my stomach smashed into the bed, and as it did so I could feel the slime of my spunk as it stuck to my belly. I could also feel some of his spunk as it slid off the edge of my body and down my side to my stomach, intermixing with my own sperm sticking to it. There was a lot there on the bed! I squirmed under the onslaught, jerking so hard against the leather cuffs I thought I was going to pull my arms out of my sockets. Then, again, oh GOD it came with a speed I cannot describe...................

“CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”

“YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I grunted into the gag....my bottom on fire like never before..... Suddenly I was humping the bed even harder, humping the surface almost as if I was fucking it....driving my cock across the slimly vinyl and trying to somehow get away from the onslaught of the paddle. The blows came fast and furious after that, and as he cracked that board into my ass I burst into tears....real and like a river again, flowing out of my eyes without control. Crack—crack—crack--crack, one after another, he pulverized my ass. I continued to hump the bed with a vengeance, all the while he pounded that paddle into my rear. Suddenly, my dick was pumping again....but it was a dry pumping this time, but still the orgasm was real enough and I could feel my entire body spasm as I humped the bed I was tied to and felt the paddle burning through my ass. He must have known somehow as he laughed when I ejaculated again, and then he said “OK.....I hope you have fun later. I know I will! You ready to have some more fun?”

I didn’t move...didn’t answer him....and then oh GOD..............

“CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”

I SCREAMED into the gag..........and then he said “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION BAD BOY! You ready for more fun?”

I nodded “YES”...oh what else could I do? He was laughing then, and as I bobbed my head up and down he laughed and patted my ass.....it was so hot it was sizzling. Then he said “GOOD...I hope you do! I love making eunuchs!” With that, he put the paddle back on the hook.....I could feel him then, signing my ass....and after he wrote whatever he was writing I could feel him writing a number next to it...the strokes of his pen big and bold! I was so scared then...I mean, a eunuch! What the hell was he talking about? My ass hurt so much, just so damn much then and yet the fear that was growing inside was reaching levels I could not handle.

I just whimpered after that.....my ass flaming.....one other person came into the room...took one look at my bottom and said “Oh........wow.....hey boy...I was going to paddle you too, but I think someone beat me to it!” He laughed then, and thankfully, left the room. That was the last new guest that I saw.

Later, much later, I could hear the guests leaving.....and slowly the apartment grew quiet. My host came back in then and I could feel him walk up to me. Next to him was the man with the blond hair and the intense blue eyes. My host very gently stroked my back....then I felt him pat me on the head. Next, he bent over and kissed my cheek.....gently. I felt him on my ass again....and then he started moving his fingers around the little pool of semen that was still sitting on my back. I saw him look to the man with the blue eyes. It was obvious he knew the source of the cream there, and he started pushing it around and then rubbing it into me, down my crack and then, over my hole. I was so scared...my eyes wide with fear. They were spread wide for his touch, tied out that way, and he moved his finger back to my hole and ran little circles around and around the rim with his spunk soaked finger. Oh it felt good but I was too scared to enjoy it. Then he put his finger in...and I could feel it moving in and out and in and out. My bottom was so hot. I turned around to look, and when he saw me looking at him he slipped his pants down. I saw his cock then; hard, rock hard and oh-so-eager. It was long and thin, and with a slight curve. The end of it was purple, and it was wet, the drop of his precum glistening from its single eye. Then he said to me: “I love your virgin ass. Now I’m going to take it.”

My eyes went wide, and then for the first time in my life I felt a man’s cock...against my hole. Time stood still then.....hanging there for an eternity...two men, next to each other and then, a second later, I felt him push into me and then we were one and the same. I tried to close my legs but they were tied tight, wide and apart, and all I could do was gasp as he entered me. He whispered in my ear: “Don’t cum....if you do, my friend will take your balls.” My eyes were wide open with that....oh GOD...my heart was pounding and there was nothing I could do. After that time and energy flowed as one and everything I had thought was true was changed in that instant. I don’t know how long it lasted....but the pleasure rocked through my body and I could feel him so deep inside of me and the pleasure was more intense than anything I had ever felt before. As he pushed really deep into me slowly, I felt his cock touch me on that magic spot where he owned me, where all the nerves in my body came together and the pleasure climbed and climbed. I felt his dick there, again and again it pushed into that spot, and I tried so hard to fight the feeling but it was impossible. Then suddenly I was squirting out yet another load, pumping out the seed of my manhood onto the bed one more time. I felt him convulsing too and his own seed flooded my bowels at the same time my own balls were emptying themselves. I could feel the intensity of his orgasm, his sperm jetting out so hard I could feel it splashing against my prostate. When he was done he pulled out, and I looked over at him, hoping to God he was going to untie me.

I saw the man with the blue eyes then, and he was looking at me with a look of lust, the bulge in his jeans still visible and a wet stain on his pants making a spot. In his hand I saw the knife, and it was small and delicate and curved, exactly like the knife in the picture on the wall. He came to me then, behind me, and I felt him reach up, under my balls, and then suddenly he jerked the leather tie so tight that I thought my balls had been severed. The string cut into them, deep, and it hurt BAD and I screamed into my gag. I was pulling against the restraints then, hard, harder than I have ever pulled against anything. I tried to jerk my legs closed....tried to protect my balls which were suddenly being squeezed like nothing I had ever felt before. Then, I felt his hand....holding my huge sack, holding what made me a man in his hand. My host had walked to the side, and I felt his hand on the small of my back, resting there, feeling the sweat and my struggles as I tried, desperately to somehow get away. I was jerking my head back and forth NO NO NO NO!!!! My hips rocked and my ass went up and down, his hand riding the motion and a smile on his face as he felt it. I felt the blade then, up against my scrotum...against the side and then, oh GOD then he shoved it in....and in that instant my cock was pulsating again all on its own and I felt another shot of semen fly out my dick and across the bed I was tied over. I have no idea where it came from. I saw the rope of goo, long and thin, and coming from somewhere deep within me. It was my last desperate act as a man perhaps. While I was ejaculating the cutter twisted his wrist and filleted open my sack. I grunted, screamed into the gag, and then I could feel the blond haired cutter as he pushed on my sac, squeezing it, and as he was doing that I felt my left testicle literally pop out, out of my sac and into his hand. I was shaking the bed, straining to prevent it, and looking back at him. The pain was just so intense. We locked eyes then, and I was staring at him, pleading with him. The host, the man I had trusted and who I had let tie me down laughed, and then he said: “It was your ultimate fantasy....remember? You told me you sometimes dreamed of losing your balls. You told me. Well, I promised I would fulfill your fantasies and I always keep my promises.” As he finished those words the blond haired man flicked his wrist and I could feel it as my testicle came free, and I almost vomited the feeling was so intense. GOD...I was half castrated, half a man and half a nothing! My ass bobbed up and down hard then, and the mixture of the pain and the pleasure from the receding ejaculation was more intense than I ever could have imagined anything could be. I looked back over my shoulder, and I saw the man with the blue eyes grinning. How can a man grin as he unmans another? Then he shifted his grip then, and I felt him move to the other side of my scrotum. I struggled, screaming into the gag for him to stop....oh PLEASE STOP, but I knew from his expression that he would not. I felt the point of the knife then, right up near the top of my sac, and then, as I stared right at him time stood still. We locked eyes, and he held the knife....holding the remains of my manhood and the knife and just waiting to take it. He controlled the moment. He owned me and the last essence of my manhood was in his hands. We stared at each other a long time. The moment lingered; the moment between manhood and nothing, between sex and sexless. I let my eyes fall away, and turned to look at the wall, and when I did I saw the picture of the man and the knife and his balls, hanging in front of me and about to be taken. At that very instant I felt the blade penetrate into my sac and make the last cut. I grunted then, and jerked my hips, desperate to do anything to prevent him from completing his task. Suddenly, he squeezed and my remaining ball popped out into his hand, and I could feel it there, still attached but no longer within my scrotum that had been its home. I felt him flick the knife one more time, and it was done. I cannot really describe the emptiness. But as I felt the feeling no man ever wants to feel, I collapsed onto the bed, and after that the tears just came, my sac forever empty and my last boner slowly shriveling to nothing and the end of my seed wasted, the goo splashed across the bed from a night of fulfilled fantasies. I knew my life would never be the same.

[Authors note: © Copyright April 29, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments are appreciated, more than you can know. Nathan9001@yahoo.com]