Today was my birthday Part 2

Author: ianlt
Title: Today was my Birthday Part 2
Date: 01 January 2015

Here is part 2. the first part is in the Dec 2014 archive

PART 2

I’d not been untied, here I was, captured “borrowed” by three leather guys, standing in the sun of an auto salvage yard.. The bearded one leans over and kisses my right nip. I moan in delight, then he bites down; I moan in pain but also my cock throbs.

“Look at this boy,” laughs the goatee, “What was Robert doing going slow with this boy? He is fully pumped and primed. We gonna have fun with this here boy today!”

The smooth one said, “seems fitting he should wear this today” as he padlocks a chain around my neck. “Who’s first?”

“We’ll let him decide.” Said the beard.

Decide what I wonder.

As if answering my question the beard speaks again. “Blindfold him, make him turn around in circles for a minute and at the end of a minute, whoever he is pointing his cock at will go first”
Goatee takes off his bandana revealing a beautifully shaved head and uses it to blindfold me. “Now turn around.” He said slapping my butt.

I turn in circles, stumbling on my feet. They are counting out the seconds. At 60 I stop, and Goatee’s voice, shouts, “Hot Damn, my bandana is the lucky charm. Come to your Daddy, boy.”
As I stand there, he shouts again, “I said come here, boy” this time with a sneer. “God he is going to have to learn some manners, What is wrong with Mr. Hot Top Robert anyway?”
I understand that I’m to walk forward.

“Good boy” he says, “I’m first. I’m going to play with you first, well, with the help of my brothers, and then it’ll be their turn. Understand?”

I stand there, wondering what kind of play he means. He grabs my balls and twists them. My knees buckle. “When I speak to you, you say, Yes, Sir, you understand that, boy?”

Speaking is patently absurd with my mouth full of rope, but I grunt a sound that satisfies him. “Good boy,” he says.

Here, hold this goatee says to smooth. Smooth takes my balls in his hand with just enough pressure. Goatee unties the rope between my gag and handcuffs, then removes the gag. It feels so good to be able to look down, to swallow. “Thank you, Sir” I mumble.

“You’re welcome boy,” he says. “I like to play with balls” goatee says as he retakes my balls from Smooth. “Yours are nice and low, dropped down in the sunshine. I like that.” His hand grasps my ball sack and his other hand begins a tapping on the balls trapped down at the bottom of my sack by his hand. At first it is manageable but even without changing the intensity, I begin to squirm, held in check by his hand. I try to hold still but can’t, and I’m beginning to make sounds of anguish. With his grip on my balls intact, he slaps my face, shouting, “Shut up, boy. Guess we will have to hold you down.”

He leads me by my balls to the office structure. The other two follow along.

Suspended horizontally by chains is a grate. The handcuffs are removed and I’m told to climb up on it, which I do lying on my back. Leather restraints are put on my wrists and my wrists are fastened by short chains to the grate near my head. A penis gag is shoved in my mouth. “After all, I’m playing with your cock and balls.” Exclaimed Goatee

My legs are spread apart as far as they could go, and the three of them tightly laced my legs to the grate. My hips and pelvis are also roped down, so that my cock and balls are fixed rigidly in place and going nowhere, totally exposed. From my waist up I have a lot of freedom restricted only by chains on my wrists. It is an interesting feeling.

“He gets off watching boys squirm, but needs a quiet workplace for your balls.” offered Bearded as an explanation.

Goatee leans over my cock and begins to suck me off. I would buck along with him if I could grind my pelvis. Instead I suck on the penis gag in my mouth. Although my cock had been hard ever since these guys showed up, it is huge now.

“God look at that.” said Smooth referring to my cock, “It would be easier to get fisted than have that up your ass”

Goatee chuckled as he pulled out a cord and looped the cord around the base of my cock and scrotum. Then he wound the cord around each ball, pulling them apart stretched tight against the shining skin.

Another cord wrapped tightly from the base to the end of my shaft, trapping and engorging the tip of my cock. Then he tied the cock up to the ropes around my waist. My two balls were sticking straight up in the air. A nice target for a hammer. With a look of professional interest, Goatee began to tap a hammer against one ball then another. He would replace the hammer with a penis whip, then a rubber mallet, and back again. As the intensity increased, my body refused to lie still. Soon I was bucking and twisting. Not an inch of movement from the waist down. I nearly gave myself a concussion raising my head up and slamming back down. I could have easily dislocated my shoulders. Goatee played with me this way, and then quickly pulled the cording off my cock. He attached a parachute harness around my balls, and threaded a cord through a pulley overhead. He showed me a pile of weights, asking me how much weight it would take to rip my balls off. He hung a weight from the rope and I felt the tug. He gave the weight a swing. Then another weight, and a swing, There was a sizable collection swinging. I couldn’t raise my pelvis to loosen the pressure. I could only groan in anguish.

“Goatee asks, “Poor boy, are you in pain?”

I grunt out yes.

“A little distraction might help.” He said. He tied the end of a cord around the head of my cock. Holding my cock in his hand by the cord, he began using the penis whip on my cock, turning the cock as needed to get the location he wanted to whip. He was correct, my balls didn’t hurt so much, even as Bearded and Smooth added some more weight on and gave the cord a swing.

“OK, that is enough for now,” said goatee, “I’m tired of leaning over this table.”

“Great, now it is my turn.” Said Smooth.

They untied my cock and balls and took out the gag. But Smooth said not to untie me from the grate. Goatee said I was a good boy, and holding up my head, gave me a large glass of water to drink. Smooth brought over a rubber hood with a gas mask as part of its design. He fit it over my head and zipped it closed. I noticed immediately that I could easily breathe unless I tried to breathe in too quickly and then the valve would snap shut and no air would get in. Slow regular breathing.

“Let’s finish the ropes.” Said Smooth. And My arms and shoulders were laced down as tightly as my hips and legs were. The d rings on the hood were used and my head was immobilized. They had put a small pad under my head and I was actually comfortable. Smooth leaned over me, and kissed both eyeglasses of the hood and then slowly covered the glass with black tape. I heard Beard say, “Lets get a beer.” And I lay there in quiet.

After a time, I was startled with a splash of cold liquid. I gasp and there is no air. I breathed in too fast. Be careful. I’m fine.

I felt my cock and balls be put into a harness and then I was asked, “Robert ever give you titclamps?”

I grunt out a yes. When Robert was showing me that my tits were an erogenous part of my body, he introduced me to titclamps. At least mild ones send me into orgiastic ecstasy. Smooth put a pair on me, They were harder than I had experienced before. I yelled and had no air to breathe. In a moment, I adapted to the pain and felt the rush of pleasure. And I was left to wait again.

I felt a drop on me. I knew that it wasn’t cold beer and an instant later a sharp stinging burn allowed me to recognize that wax was being dripped on my chest. Try as I might, I could not escape the wax. I could writhe my torso slightly but the ropes on my shoulders, hips, head, and extremities kept me rigid. Which was just as well, because I knew that I had to concentrate on careful breaths or I’d get no breath at all. I had to scream of course, but it had to be controlled, and regular. I felt my chest, and abdomen get increasingly coated. The drips on my cock and the tips of my tits exposed by the clamps were exquisite. It was obvious that each man had 2 candles and the intent was to totally cover me. And the pain lessened as the lower layers protected my flesh from the hot wax. The sense of confinement increased, a carapace sealing me in. The wax had dripped down my sides, and between my legs, covering my ass.
After a time, I could no longer feel the wax. Were they done, or were they still coating the wax thicker but I couldn’t feel it?

Then I felt the ropes on my arms and legs being released. My head was unloosened from the table and the hood removed. I looked down to see my whole torso covered with red, black, and white wax. Then they hustled me to my unsteady feet. I was taken outside and spread eagled by chains wide apart from the top of a frame and chains to stakes in the ground. The wax crackled.

“Ever been whipped?” Bearded asked.

“No Sir,” I replied, “Please, Don’t Sir”

“Now, now, boy. None of that. Have to get the wax off somehow.” Bearded replied. He picked up an oily rag and holding my head by my hair stuffed it into my mouth and tied it in place with a cord. I shook my head reflexively in a futile gesture to get the rag out of my mouth. Bearded laughed.

He had at his waist a flogger, which he took in his hand and swung to show me.

He stood before me and swung the flogger. It breezed by. The air draft barely felt. With a rapid succession of strokes it was apparent that he was highly skilled. The first blow that landed was almost a gentle caress. The next broke off a piece of wax. The next took a bit more. I held perfectly still as I marveled at his skill. As the wax chipped away, I became grateful that Robert had shaved me last week as a surprise during my massage. Bearded’s strokes, began to lightly sting and larger chunks of wax fell off my abdomen.

A slam of the flogger on the tit clamp sent some wax flying and I recognized that with this flogging I was going to have as much pain as I already had experienced. He laid into my tits. I tried to hold still, but I was swaying in the chains. He was able to knock the wax off and yet the clamps stayed on. I dreaded and knew that it was next, the flogger on m cock and balls. God it hurt, but it could have been worse. At least Robert had shaved the hair off. My armpits were painful enough. Bearded would stop just before I would totally loose it and would gently run his hands over my body. Then he would start again. With two final swats he ripped off the tit clamps and essentially all the wax was off. I could barely stand on my feet.

I sort of slumped in the chains. Smooth said, “Well he did real good with that, but we had better get him something to drink. We don’t want to kill him.”

They had been drinking beer and bottled water. They had stripped off their shirts and Goatee had stripped off his jeans and then put his chaps and boots back on. He was drinking his beer and idly fondling his cock.

These men were beautifully built. I had never been touched by a man before except for Robert. I hadn’t realized that men other than Robert could excite me, and the fact that Robert enjoyed these men in a physical way made it seem quite correct that I could be attracted to them as well. The bearded man was older with gray in his beard. He was stockily built but powerfully made. Smooth was probably in his 30s, with a trace of wrinkles forming around his eyes. Goatee who had removed my gag and giving me water to drink was about my age, lithe, with a twinkle in his eyes, and a touch of humor in his smile. I was still somewhat taller than he was with my legs spread but we were close enough so that he put his arm around my head and pulled me into a kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I’d never been kissed by anyone other than Robert and I was surprised how I could respond to this man’s passion. With the water and the kissing, I felt totally renewed. They must have sensed this by the way I stood rather than drooped.

Goatee chuckled and stroked my face. “Shit, you are a hot man,” he said to me.

Then he spoke to Bearded. It is my turn again, so if you have recovered sufficiently, I feel a desire for a good flogging while tied to this boy, and his back is still virgin territory.”

Bearded let out a roar of a laugh, “You are an insatiable pig aren’t you? I feel like I’ve just warmed up. So how do you want to do it?”

“Well, first off he is still too tall, so we need to get his legs further apart. I want to look straight into his eyes.”

Smooth yanked on the ankle chains, spreading my legs further apart, so they were barely able to support my weight and I felt like I was being ripped in two. Goatee stood in front of me and we were now exactly at eye level. “Tie our balls together,” said Goatee. And Smooth expertly tied our balls close together, stroking our cock. It felt great to have our enlarged cocks rubbing against each other, and slight movements pulled on our balls.

Smooth then took rope and lashed our arms together at wrists, above and below our elbows and around our shoulders. My body was pressed against Goatee, our sweat mingled, and we rubbed our trunks against each other. “Now let’s try that gag,” said Goatee.

Smooth brought out a double gag. Essentially it was a tube with double straps in the middle. Smooth put the ends of the tube in our respective mouths, and then buckled the strap around our heads, so that our mouths were separated by the leather strap and held tightly against each other. I couldn’t focus on Goatee’s eyes because we were too close, but I could feel his breath puffing through the tube into my mouth.

Then Smooth chained Goatees ankles together and then cinched a cord around our bound together balls and tugged them down tying them to the chains around our feet.
We both grunted, and Smooth laughed at Goatee, “What are you complaining about, you are the cock and ball man.”

Bearded then was ready to begin his double whipping. He walked around us, stroking our bodies, chuckling. I could only get small glances of him out of the corner of my eye. I felt Goatee’s breathe in my mouth and our sweat dripping down between us.

As he did when he whipped my front, he began with barely a touch to my body. He began lightly so when the first real stroke hit, I flinched, tugging Goatee, tugging my balls. Bearded laughed.
I ha no real experience with flogging but it was obvious that the flogging going onto Goatee’s back was quite a bit harder that what I was experiencing. He mostly stood and didn’t move, forcing an even breathing. Every now and again, he would involuntarily jerk, and we would pull on the chains, and I’d yelp out as my balls were ripped. I stood in awe of Goatees endurance, felt a little inadequate by how little I was given to tolerate, and was wildly aroused by his body and his hard cock sliding against mine.

Bearded groaned and said, “ God, it is hot today, I’ve worked up a sweat and I’m tuckered out. Let them down.”

Smooth released Goatee. I felt a surge of regret when his body slid away from mine. “What about the boy?” asked Smooth.

Goatee said, “He must be thirsty again, let him down.

Smooth stood in front of me, he wrapped his arms around me and his mouth found mine and we kissed. As we did, Bearded released my arms, and promptly cuffed them behind my back. I would have fallen except for Smooth’s embrace.

My legs were released from the chain and then were shackled together, all done while Smooth and I were locked in a kiss.

I was told to sit, and I sat on the dusty ground.

They open cans of beer and tossed them back. I must have looked forlornly on. Goatee had a way of fondling his cock with his left hand while he tipped up his beer with his right hand. He brought over a can, and poured it over my head. He laughed as the beer coated me and turned the dust I was sitting in, into mud. Then he brought over another can, grabbed my hair and tilted my head back. He poured the beer into my mouth, spilling more across my face, and down into the growing mud. I suppose I got half of the can down. The others brought over additional cans and followed Goatee’s example. Goatee razzed them about getting his hand messy as he held my head back for their administrations.

Smooth said, “God, I have this sudden urge to pee, must be too much beer.”

Bearded laughed, “Well isn’t that amazing, me too.”

They whipped out their cocks and unleashed a stream of piss on my head. Goatee leapt back swearing at them and laughing. His cock was already out so he joined in the hosing down. I was amazed at how much piss they had stored up in their bladders. When the streams died, Bearded grabbed my head and pulled it back, and poured water out of a bottle in my face. I swallowed as much of it as I could.

They stood around me, their cocks out, semi-erect unconsciously being handled by a hand. I was amazed at how desirable they looked.

Smooth said, “OK, my turn and I have this urge to get my cock sucked. Ever sucked a man’s cock, boy?”

“No.”

“No what, boy?”

“No, Sir”

“Can you believe that? What is with Robert anyway? He has this hot stud boy and hasn’t taught him anything.”

Bearded said, “Then we will have to do Robert a major favor and teach him, the least we can do for borrowing his boy for the day.”

“First I want him ready to cooperate.” Said Smooth. “Lie on your stomach boy”

“Here?” I asked

“Yeah, boy, here in the piss and mud, that is exactly right.”

I rolled over and lay in the mud. Smooth pushed my head into the mud and rubbed it around. Then he crossed my feet and retied them. He took some rope and looped it around my chest and up and over my shoulders. He then bent my knees and tightly pulled my ankles toward my back. Then he tied my knees together and hoisted me up onto my knees. If I sat back with my ass on my ankles, I was pretty comfortable. Smooth saw that and laughed.

“You look too comfortable, boy. Let me fix that for you.”

He buckled on a ball spreader and tied a cord from the “d” rings on the end. He pulled on the cord and I followed him up into a kneeling position. As he pulled I tried to slide forward to take the pressure off. Bearded saw that and laughed.

“Where are you going boy? He asked. He drove a small stake into the ground and tied my ankles to it. Smooth took the end of the ball cord and tied it off to a post 20ft. away. There was enough elasticity in the cord to sway a bit but there was no way I could relax out of the upright kneeling position.

“Now watch this boy,” said Smooth.

He beckoned over Bearded and knelt down in front of him. Bearded put his hands on top his head and Smooth engulfed Bearded’s enlarging cock. Smooth had his hands behind his back and worked vigorously. He moved languidly or with aggression. Sometimes Bearded’s cock was completely inside Smooth’s mouth and throat, and at other times Smooth was licking the tip of Bearded’s enormous cock. I was mesmerized. I was afraid that I couldn’t do it. And watching these men, I had this enormous desire to have them inside me.

Bearded has a look of total distraction and euphoria on his face. When Smooth pulled off Bearded’s cock, Bearded let out a groan of protest.

“Sorry about that.” Said Smooth. “But time for boy’s lesson. I’m sure Goatee will be glad to continue for you.”

“Sure would,” answered Goatee.

So Goatee knelt in front of Bearded and Bearded quickly became quite contented again.
Smooth stood in front of me. “Ready boy? Open your mouth.”

He was an amazingly good teacher. He was patient, offered advice and gave a lot of encouragement. Gently he would push his cock deeper, just to my gag point and then back off. Each time we went slightly deeper. He told me how to suck on his balls, how to lightly lick the tip of his cock, and tongue down the cock’s surface. Smooth’s increasingly erect cock and my own as well rewarded me.

“Nice work, boy.” He said. “Who is next?” he asked.

Goatee pulled off Bearded’s cock. “Me!” he said.

He stood in front of me idly fondling his cock, that gesture that I found so erotic. He smiled down at me. Maybe because we had been tied together, I felt a major bond with him and he with me.

“OK boy, let’s see how good a teacher he is.” Said Goatee as he stepped forward and dangled his cock just in front of my lips. I leaned forward and he backed up slightly. He laughed, “Come and get it boy.”

I laughed and leaned further forward as he stayed just out of reach. We were both laughing as he teased me. “Come boy, you really must want it.” He said as I strained forward. And I realized that I really did want it.

With my tongue, I touched the tip of Goatee’s cock, and he moved toward me. Soon I had his cock in my mouth, rubbing my tongue, creating a vacuum with my mouth, licking his balls. I didn’t expect or pretend to be an expert but I did a pretty good job, judging by the size of Goatee’s cock and his moaning.

All at once, he pulled out quickly. With a few rapid strokes of his hand he shot cum. He splattered it all over my face and chest. I felt like I had won a major prize.

“God, Can’t you ever control yourself?” chided Bearded.

“Fuck you,” laughed Goatee back at him, “If you could cum as often as me, then you wouldn’t concern yourself with self control.”

“Yeah right.” Said Bearded

During this exchange, Smooth never quit sucking on Bearded’s cock. When Bearded pulled partially out in preparation for a new thrust, I could see that his cock was enormous and rigidly hard.

“Tell you what,” Goatee replied. “I just came but I’ll cum again before you do, even all pumped and primed as you are. Smooth is just about the best there is as you well know and this boy here is just a neophyte.”

“You’re on, but let’s put Smooth in the proper place.”

Bearded pulled off Smooth’s mouth. His cock was truly huge and pulsing with arousal. Smooth moved over just to my side so we could see each other. Bearded quickly cuffed Smooth's wrists behind his back and tied a rope around his neck, pulling the cuffs up. His ankles were shackled as well. A mean pair of tit clamps was put on his tits and Bearded, holding the chain in his hand, and jerking on them, said, “OK let’s go.”

I opened my mouth and was amazed to feel Goatee’s cock immediately swell to full size again. He held my head and moved me. Soon I was slurping and almost before it had begun, he pulled out and my face was splattered with as much cum as the first time that was still dripping down my face.

“Oh shit” groaned Bearded; “You are amazing alright. I’ll be there is a second.”

“Well join your cum with mine when you finally get there,” laughed Goatee as he stroked my face then wiped his hand on my chest.

“Oh God,” Bearded shouted. He spun around and a huge flow of cum splattered over me. Goatee had undone Smooth’s ankles and pulled him up by the tit clamps. He brought him over in front of me and in a few strokes of Goatee’s hand, Smooth’s cum joined the others.

I was covered with cum, mud, and piss. My body was aching from fatigue of kneeling, and I was ecstatic. I had made these men happy. I had been the cause of their arousal. I couldn’t believe it, how great I felt. They stood around me; they got beer and comfortably joshed each other and casually kissed, and slapped each other. They shared their beer with me, and they felt it was perfectly appropriate to empty their full bladders on me. As I knelt in front of them, I felt a tremendous bond of affection with them.

“God you’re a mess, boy” said Bearded as he came back from the office carrying another can of beer.