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It’s time for a party. The story is simple, the party is HOT. The kind of KEWL party you hear rumors about, only after it’s over.
Tho SOMETIMES….. Its 45 minutes earlier. boi-viper has been suspended for some time. A few tops have played with him some, but with a tone of contempt in their voices. Mostly he has just been alone, time to think. boi-viper is suspended, hooded, blind, arms and legs wide. boi-viper is naked but for the hood, a bit cold. ‘What is happening” lonnie thinks, ‘funny do I still have a name? Am I really just boi-viper now? Do I want to loose my balls, I tried twice now. Is this the time?’ ‘What did judge Tom say, oh yes, Cutter will do as he will. What the hell does that mean? Well maybe I get to keep them, YES, maybe I get to keep my balls. But do I care, I have told so many guys I want to loose them. I want to keep them. No I don’t want them. lonnie feels warmth on each side. A muffled voice, “its time” ‘who is that?’. A hand on his shoulder, another on his chest, so smooth the hands. ‘They are oiling me, is that what’s happening? It doesn’t smell like oil, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?’ boi-viper struggles, it does no good, the hands keep moving, lower and lower. ‘Relax don’t struggle, try to figure out what is happening, they are rubbing something on me, but what is it.’ A scrape at my neck, and down my chest. ‘OH GOD they are shaving me, they are going to take my balls. OH GOD, OH GOD. I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT’ Hands grab my arms and feet, Hands hold me tight, I am held, no longer suspended. ‘What the fuck is happening to me’ boi-viper thinks, ‘cold and sticky at my back, I’m on my back now. The straps are tight. ‘Vibrations, jerking, I’m moving, but where, what is happening? The straps are tight. I cannot move. Its warmer, what is happening to me. Cold near my cock, what is happening, Prick, sting near my cock, feels warm, feels numb. OH FUCK what is happening. I smell alcohol.’ “WHAT IS HAPPENING? PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING?” No answer. Are they taking my balls? Do I care, I don’t know, let Cutter decide. YES, let Cutter decide.’ Quiet, no sound. ‘I feel tugging now.’ “What’s happening” ‘No answer let Cutter decide, yes let Cutter decide.’ ‘Tugging, poking, what is happening. let me go, I want loose. A hand touches mine, it feels so good, thank you, I will just let it happen.’ ‘The straps are loosening now. Click click click the zipper, click click click, more. Light, still can’t see anything. Click click click, the zipper, click click click, more. More Light, I see a sliver, its blackspirit holding my hand. ‘Click click click, the hood is lifted. I see, I have NO BALLS, relief, they are gone.’ Boi-viper speaks “I’m castrated” very mater of fact, no emotion. Relief, its over, the choice is made. ‘blackspirit is still holding my hand, slowly I realize I’m getting hard, a little at a time. blackspirit notices, reaches down, slowly begins to JO me, erotic, hot, I feel good.’ ‘I look in blackspirit’s face, one small tear in his eye.’ “Jon don’t cry for me, deep down I wanted this that first chat with Tom.” “I don’t think its pity, Lonnie” jon says a far away look in his eyes. “I just realized I have never really had a friend, but I do now. You know I am straight?” “yes” “May I sleep with you tonight?” “yes” ------- 6 parachutes. Five bottoms and a top lined up. Sam (sam2go), Aaron (a-gone), Jared (boundboi), Dave (do-boi), Matthew (mat), and Pete (Pcock). Tops, Victor (cowPOKE), Bill (Bill). Hank (El-Lobo), Frank (FUtop), Keith (seabird), and Nathan (OneCutr) place the weights on the floor ready for use. Pete looks down the row of contestants, sees boundboi tied at the post. legs wide, hooded. “Where is jim, I’m gonna whupp that boys ass?” “Jim is competing in the second round,” Victor replies “don’t worry just do your personal best Pete. All us tops are PULLING for you.” There is an odd grin on Victor’s face. “But how am I going to know how jim is doing, how will I know if I win?” OneCutr looks up at Pete, “Don’t worry big guy you will know when it matters. Just do your best and you will win.” The first weight is placed, 1 pound. sam, and mat both speak up instantly, “Withdraw”. Hearing the withdrawals, dave begins to snicker, “Guess I know what those boys are after.” At the end of the line, Pete is grinning, his round face shining. “This is going to be easy, I am the superior male.” This comment elicits a roar of laughter from FUtop, bringing the contest to a temporary halt. boundboi giggles at the comments, the laughter IS infectious. ‘This is fun, I love it, I can’t get loose, I have no idea what will happen, I need to be serious’ he thinks. ‘I need to win so I can come to the next party, but still it is funny’ boundboi laughs openly. Pete is laughing now, ‘it is funny' he thinks, but still he wants to win. Finally regaining composure the tops place the 5 pound weight, then the second 5 pound, weight. “Withdraw, withdraw” is heard at 11 and 16 pounds. Two contestants remain in the round. Pete is hurting now, determined and hurting. ‘Its an odd sort of pain, the ache of the balls, the stretch of the sac, the dull ache low in the gut, it feels like my insides are being pulled out on each side of my cock.’ Boundboi knows that’s is down to just two now. ‘I wonder who is the other, but it doesn’t matter, I must win to to have something to bet with at the next party.’ FUtop and OneCutter are out of weights, begin to borrow from those that have withdrawn. Pete grits his teeth, “another 5” he says. FUtop and OneCutter bring the total to 21 pounds. Pete is motionless, cock hard as a rock, quietly he moans but says nothing. boundboi is flushed as he again tests the restraints, a bead of sweat trickles down his chest and belly, the more he struggles the tighter the bonds. He makes no sound. FUtop and OneCutter pick up the last two 5 pound weights, place them. The total, 26 pounds. Pete groans openly, he knows he ‘cant take more. Surely 26 pounds is enough to beat jim.’ “I withdraw” Not for the first time recently, Pete begins to jack, harder and harder, as the weights pull on his balls. Pete feels OneCutr’s hand on his belly, the other at his balls, relieving the weight. As Pete looks around, some tops and bottoms at play, some watching him, his sexuality in front of other men no longer an embarrassment, he pounds harder. FUtop picks up a 1 pound weight to place it. Twenty-seven pounds, boundboi wins the round. ----- It’s late the first night. Tom and aaron are snuggled together, both spent from a session of slow gentle sex. Almost dozing, aaron wonders how he feels. ‘Tom is tall, but dumpy, an older guy. Not at all someone i would talk to at a pick up bar. Still this is a man I could stay with. Tom is complicated, he was so gentle with me but he is so edgy, he cuts balls.’ “Are you still awake aaron?” “Yes Tom.” “Life is funny isnt it? I have never felt as comfortable as I do now, next to you.” Tom nuzzles aarons ear. “And yet my life was set 40 years ago, by things I couldn’t control, and didn’t understand. I’m afraid this feeling can’t last, I know it just can’t last.” “I don’t understand?” “That’s OK, I only sorta understand my self. And it’s only what I learned since if got castrated. And it’s not near enough. I just know almost 40 years of my life has been wasted in a habit of hiding.” “But you’re a cutter, that’s so edgy, how can you say that.” “That’s the other Tom. He is self assured, strong. He went out of town and did his thing. But that was still hiding. This Tom, is vulnerable, was teased when he was a kid. Learned to lie about having a gay side.” Tom pauses, lost in thought. “This is the Tom that cry’s sometimes and knows that changing 40 years of habits is hard, near impossible. The Tom that wants to be with you forever like this and knows he can’t and is sad. I’m sorry aaron I didn’t mean to bring you down. Its my failure not yours.” Aaron senses that Tom is really down, possibly about to cry. Quickly aaron changes the subject. “Tom after I am castrated can you teach me to cut? We could share that.” “Yes arron.” ----- On line chat some weeks before the party. (LTRCwby): Hi, seems top heavy tonight (BayLift): Ya..so where U?????? (LTRCwby): northwest. I assume ur top also, kinda in the mood to have an intelligent conversation (BayLift): great me 2 thank UUUUUU Colorado here, the eye candy here just drives me nuts....... (LTRCwby): he he he, i bet it does, making the connect is hard, but once in WELL, heaven, teasing over games of chance, sometimes that’s an icebreaker specially with younger guys you into games of chance? (BayLift): games of chance......hell.....life's a game of chance.....hehehe (LTRCwby): see tops know that, but sometimes its interesting to see what a bottom will do when he starts to push his envelope and the light turns on above his head (BayLift): hmmmmmmm......U're right on there.... ya.....nothin more fun than a btm that whants to be more "versatile".....hehehhe.....the training could take weeks.....hehehe (LTRCwby): you get much in the way of parties there??? (BayLift): no......we don't get much in the way of "parties" here....at least by most big city standards........but there is a large gay/bi community here....mostly closeted....but still closely linked......so several of "private" parties (LTRCwby): (grin) but what is really interesting is to watch a bottom in a game of chance, especially ones which give a number of choices but limited information to make the choice (BayLift): yes......and I'd bet they'd most often go for the "comfort" choice level..... (LTRCwby): who the bottoms or the tops??? as a top, I tend to be wicked (BayLift): ahhhhhh.....I'll match U wicked for wicked.....hehehe (LTRCwby): uhhhhh that caught my interest. taken any balls? (BayLift): and raise U one "kinky"........ (LTRCwby): k, how bout 4 to 12 bottoms in a contest with each other, balls in jeopardy (BayLift): mmmmmmmm....give me the details......... (LTRCwby): bottoms put marbles marked with their initials in a jar, one for each ball, marbles drawn 50% of the balls will be taken (LTRCwby): then contests of skill which can change bottoms place. example contest, ball stretching lowest weight is in more danger (BayLift): OK......lots of questions here.....but go ahead and explain game....... (LTRCwby): highest weight wins, all others no change (BayLift): hmmmmmm.....seems biased from the beginning....... (LTRCwby): oh well now to make it interesting winner has some choices the winner can move one of his more into or less into danger (LTRCwby): and here is the interesting part, none of the bottoms know where they are so limited information to make decision (BayLift): this is sounding more and more like a real "winner" with Parker Brothers......don't tell me anymore.....or I'll have to demand a percentage of the game sales royalties))))))) (LTRCwby): he he, is that wicked? (BayLift): yes........very......tell me more....... (LTRCwby): I think you have the general idea other than to say such party’s do happen to bad you aren’t closer you might have some fun (BayLift): yes.......true.....cept.....would definitely go for the immunity flag.......hehehhee..... (BayLift): tops rule.......but we can.....under special rules......accept young trainees into our "guidance"......hehehehe (LTRCwby): oh hell yah (BayLift): ya......but their 'deliverance" is a long and tortured road.....hehehe....... ----- farmhand is shy, playing wallflower in the corner. He feels a bit like a turtle with just his nose out of the shell, ‘hope no one notices me.’ “Hi” farmhand jumps, startled, he hadn’t noticed BayLift coming his way. “A wasted bottom we can’t have that, not allowed. Come with me.” BayLift is no nonsense as his arm finds cal’s waist and takes cal quickly to the mat in the center of the dungeon. Quickly cal is lost in play with BayLift. ----- The results of the ball-stretching contest are posted. #1 boundboi 27 Pounds #9 sam2go 1 Pound #9 mat 1 Pound #9 cal 1 Pound “Listen up” LTRTop rattles bondage chains to get attention. “We have the results of the ball stretching contest. We have a three-way tie for last place between, cal, mat and sam. As the losers in this contest the tops have traded the position of one of each of their balls into more danger.” “Winner is boundboi, what is your choice?” Bound to the St. Andrews cross, boundboi speaks instantly, “Right out of danger.” Instantly Pete speaks up, “What about the contest with jim, how did I do? I am the superior male.” LTRCwby stands and faces Pete, “Well now some of us tops felt you weren’t trying as hard as you could. It seems you were only competing with jim, and that gives us tops a bad name. We want you to do your best and you will if you don’t know how jim is doing. You can withdraw from the bet if you wish.” “No fucking way will I withdraw! A bet is a bet, and I will win. Count on it.” End of part 4, continued in part 5....., more party, more contests, much much more.
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