The Next Room Part 2

Author: lthrsmlad
Title: The Next Room Part 2
Date: 03 March 2012

The padded frame held me firmly in place. It was soft on the skin, not to make its victim’s time trapped in it any easier, but to add to its secureness; even if I thrashed about it would absorb most movement, and the solid frame would never release me. Any attempt to escape would be futile... Unable to do otherwise I stood there spread out, access all areas, no way of preventing anything that was coming my way…

After making a selection from the wall of toys and restraints Luke approached holding a pair of thick leather restraints. Crouching down brought the sound of his creaking leather jeans to my rubber-filled ears as he buckled them tightly around my lower thighs. Pulling hard on weighted retractable cables built within the frame posts he snapped the links to D-rings on the thigh restraints; letting them go my thighs spread a little further apart, creating a stretch on my inner thighs, causing my butt to stick out just a little in my new braced position.

Kyle showed some attention to my balls, pulling on them and squeezing hard. He restrained my nut-sack by fitting it with a thick ball stretcher harness which had a tight-fitting double buckle. On the D-ring of the ball harness he clipped a ring which had a rope that led to the opposite wall. A corresponding ring was bolted to the wall; the rope was threaded through it. The remaining rope dangled down towards the floor, kept taught by a heavy weight at the very end of it.

Kyle released his hold of the weight; the rope connected to my now harnessed balls was dragged down by the weight, tugging viciously on my nuts, forcing me forwards. And unable to move due to my restrained body only my balls moved, straight ahead!

Trapped there in the stocks with my balls painfully stretched forwards, I could hear them walking around, their leather jeans creaking, and their boots on the floor gave me an idea of where they were. I could hear things being removed from the wall; no doubt more leather, toys, and devices I could only dream about in my blinded state.

One set of boots creaked their way to the wall. I could hear the removal of something small and the clinking of a small chain. Now standing in front of me one of the lads pinched my nipples, twisting them painfully, getting them erect, making me hard with his touch. The twisting and pulling on my tits wasn't soft, he was quite rough.

And then my right nipple felt the coldness of metal; the square shaped device with its flat pincers came closer as he screwed the dial built within it. I could feel his finger brush again my chest as he manipulated the dial, the clamps closer to biting together before he stopped with just enough tension to kept the clamp in place, then he moved to my left nipple and repeated the process. Once both clamps were fastened enough not to fall off and set my nipples free I could feel the coldness of the small chain on my bare chest as it dangled between the two clamps.

Using both sets of finger and thumbs of both hands he turned both dials simultaneously, tightening the clamps, and I started to feel the pain as my tits slowly began to get crushed. He was deliberately turning the dials ever so slowly, and did it paying attention to my cock as it showed pleasure from the nipple manipulation. My cock throbbed harder as it bounced from the attention on my tits. Luke laughed watching my dick wiggle like a dog’s tail wagging with excitement.

“You like that huh?” Luke questioned me. I could tell he was smiling, I could hear it in his voice. He seemed to like the ever-so slow torment he was creating for me, and the frustration of horniness and the desire to cum.

With two last turns on the clamp dials he removed his hand and trailed the fingers of his right hand over the chain, then made his was slowly over my abs. His fingers didn't quite meet the root of my cock before moving slowly back over my abs, and one last time he slowly trailed his finger down me again. Tensing his fingers this time his nails dug into my skin, scraping against my skin, digging in deeply...

One last time he trailed his fingers back up towards my chest and slowly pulled away. The end, or so I thought. And then I felt air against my torso, and with it came a thwack! He brought his hand down quickly, delivering the smack hard against my throbbing cock, forcing it backwards, my hard-on springing it back upwards again. He laughed and repeated the cock slapping.

The cock slapping shocked me as he had been gentle at first, making me feel safe and calm; to then deliver this action excited me more, and my cock throbbed. And with that came a pull on my balls as I must have thrashed around a little, as much as the stocks would allow, instinctively trying to avoid another blow which was futile. The tension on my balls that had increased because of my thrashing in my bondage brought them back to their stretched out position, yanking on them as the weight swung back and forth.

“Hmmm, maybe we need a little more weight on these babies,” Kyle said as he fingered the rope that ran to the wall from my scrotum. His fingers moved under the rope, pulling it upwards slightly before letting go, causing the weight to swing again and bash against the wall where it hung.

Kyle attached more weights and the tension doubled; my balls pulled even further away from me straight ahead, the increased tension yanking hard on my bondaged bollocks.

Luke slapped my cock a couple more times and I found I could not pull away at all this time; I could not make that weight rise. Now I truly had my balls stretched out!

Walking away from me Luke picked something up from a side table and I heard the sound of a cigarette lighter as it sparked and then the flame burning something. There was a slight odour in the room now, barely detectible over the smell of the rubber hood blocking my nose. I could tell when he walked closer to me as the smell got stronger.

I waited in nervous anticipation of what he was going to do but he seemed to stand there motionless from what I could hear. Then I felt a stinging sensation. It came with a hot splash on the head of my cock, just a little at first. I tried again to thrash about, but with my balls stretched out it was impossible and I only managed to yank my nuts painfully…

More splashes followed, and its heat dribbled in much larger waves as it felt like my cock was burning; the hot wet dribbles of the candle wax fired over my cock head. I could smell the wax burning from its constant tilting action; he was dribbling wax on my cock head and it was biting into me with the burning sensation.

He must have been dribbling the wax from different heights as the heat and impact of the wax was really hot when close, and when it was high up it fired down on my cock and splashed partly on my lower abs, and a lot down my upper thighs.

He dribbled the wax up and down the length of my throbbing sex organ, encasing it with hot wax. After a few layers had set the heat was no longer such a problem. He next moved his attention to my clamped tits. The burning was so close now that it was very intense as it coated the metal clamps. Almost immediately the metal began absorbing the heat, heating my tits throughout.

Once my tits were completely hidden under hardening wax he moved away and I assumed it was over. Then the heat returned, its splurges like fire on my stretched bollocks trapped in their bondage. The sensation was unbelievable... My horniness was originating from there, so the hot wax gave me intense feelings of pleasure as it burned against my tightly stretched balls. He paid particular attention there, really encasing my balls. Thankfully I shave down there otherwise the eventual removal of the wax would be extremely painful. Hmmmm…

I’d prefer another beating to having my pubes ripped out!

At this point I was confused about who was in the room as the hot waxing torture had thrown my attention, coupled with them walking around all the time. One of them stood behind me now, stepping up so close I could feel his heat, the warmth of his body mixing with my own; I could feel his crotch bulging against my ass, even his hard-on could be detected beneath his leather jeans, hard as steel. I tried to move my ass in his direction, hoping for a stronger sensation, but my painfully stretched balls would not allow it, which added to my frustration.

He thrust his hips slightly, tormenting my horniness, his bulge now tighter against my ass; my throbbing cock pulsated, wanting him in me, ripping my hole wider with his monster!

Turned on by the action and attention I was receiving I felt another person in front of me. Still confused about who was who, I heard him raise his booted foot off the floor, his leather jeans creaking as he elevated one foot over the rope stretching my balls out. As he stepped over it the tread of his boot snagged the rope a little, pulling my balls slightly further from my body. That was all it took; involuntarily I shot out a yell “AAARRGH!”

My yell was muffled beneath the rubber hood my head was trapped in. I was hot and sweaty in there. The rubber was pressed tightly to every part of my skin, and with the neck sealed snugly there was no air to cool the sweat that was collecting. Perpetually wrapped in darkness I only had my imagination of what these two horny young fuckers looked like. But from what my touching on meeting them had told me I was certainly feeling in a forgiving mood towards them. I wanted them so badly to hurt me, and to pleasure them so well that they would want to again and again.

“Oh, did that hurt fucker? Shall I do it again?” with that he laughed, and stood either side of my roped out bollocks. In this new position his left hand was circling my harnessed balls and his right surrounded my cock encased in its wax prison.

He gently squeezed, slowly applying pressure. Some of the wax broke and fell down to the floor. The pressure was starting to increase, more so on my cock. He paid less attention to my balls. His hand broke the wax around my cock and massaged it in wanking motions.

Squeezing hard he drew more blood towards the tip of my penis, the pain in my cock now causing it to throb and pulsate with the vice-like pressure of his fingers and thumb. With his right hand he now began paying attention to my balls. The dribbles of wax were easier to pick off, only he didn't pick it off; he started to back-hand my harnessed bollocks, hitting them over and over again, slapping the wax free from me. Some of the wax was stuck to my nuts harder than the rest; he just struck them harder until most of it had fallen off.

The finer pieces of wax would not come off from the hitting he was delivering so he cupped my balls with his hand and massaged them tightly, squeezing hard on them, rolling them around in his palm as much as the bondage would allow him to.

With one of them bashing and crushing the wax from my cock and balls, the other lad behind me still grinding his hips with his massive bulge against my ass, I was in Heaven! The sensation behind me was horny, the crushing of my genitals at the front of me agonizingly horny too. It was truly a mix of pain and pleasure messing with my mind. I loved it, but too soon it came to an end.

Stepping away from me the footsteps told me that they had moved to new locations, increasing my confusion of which person was which. I’d guessed that Luke was behind me and Kyle in front, but now I was lost once more, and not knowing what was coming next.

I could hear the movements of objects being put in new locations; something heavy was placed in front of me on the floor. Not sure yet what was coming, one of them released the weight from my racked out bollocks, and my tortured nuts fell back against my body, or as close as the harness still attached would allow anyway. Thinking the stretching on my nut-sack was over I gave a shaky sigh of relief. However their freedom was short lived. Once the rope had been unclipped a new clip was attached almost immediately. A new weight began to pull on my balls again, only straight down this time…

One of my young torturers squirted cool gel on my cock, running their palm up and down the entire length of my shaft momentarily, then released their grip. From the location of whatever equipment had been put in front of me I heard the positioning of what turned out to be a very soft silicone rubber sheath encasing the head of my cock. It was soft, ever so soft, and it teased me to have its tight opening prise open as my cock entered what I could only imagine was a ‘Flesh Jack’, or whatever they call those masturbation devices.

I had seen them in sex shops and had wondered if I was ever going to feel the sensation of using one; I guess this was my moment. As for the heavy object in front of me, what the hell was it? I stood in my bondage frame spread out like a lab rat, completely vulnerable, the tip of my cock head in the mouth of this thing.

After a few minutes the machine in front of me was brought to life on the lowest setting. It made a rotary sort of noise; it sounded a lot like a bread mixing machine.

This lowest setting caused the machine to thrust slowly back and forth, and with it the mouth of the cock encasement sheath swallowed my cock whole, eventually reaching all the way down to the root of my member.

One of them, I had no idea if it was Kyle or Luke, flicked a switch and I heard the sound of a small compressor starting up, and with it felt air blow inside the sheath, a second later the air being sucked out again, as the device moved up and down my cock. The suction enveloping my cock built up as it moved away from my root towards the head, forcing more blood to the tip, increasing the blood pressure within my sex organ. My cock head became more and more sensitive from the manipulation device; the wanking, sucking, and blowing action was incredible... I started moaning with pleasure. Oh man, this was hot!

One of them un-fastened the nipple clamps without any warning and the blood rushed back into them, and with it came an incredible pain in my tits. I let out a yell, and hands rubbed my tits, increasing the pain even further. “Aaaaaaaaarrrrgh!” I screamed. It was very hard not to - it fucking hurt like hell!

The hands rubbing on my tits continued until I stopped my screaming. It seemed to take a minute until I could stop yelling from the pain. I breathed heavily which made me a little dizzy. The machine on my cock was pumping up and down, sucking and blowing, swallowing and squeezing the hell out of my member. I was intensely fucked up with pleasure.

I felt more gel around my anus and a finger entered my hole. I was tight at the moment from my tormentor’s abuse, but started to loosen up, wanting to swallow something with my ass.

Hmmmm, was I going to get fucked by them both or what?