He was in his hormone poisoned late-teens back in the 60s. Lived all his life in a comatose little prairie town. Not much going on. Townie"s senior year and he didn"t have many required classes left. Most of his autumn mornings or afternoons were free. Study time was on a flexible schedule and he could attend one or the other. He didn"t mind classes. He could look at the girls and think of the odd/sex things, for which he as yet had no name, sex stuff that would make them moan and cry don"t stop. Taboo activities to make them auto-do or do to them and which he would ejoy and which each fantasy victim would thank him for by groaning into multiple cummings, drool running down their collective half-opened and well-fucked mouths. But at the same time, his balls and cock were becoming ever more demanding and he was having odd - even forbidden - sexed-up fantasies involving his forced servicing of several old perv-men, usually rail-riders or local shadow-people, all at once. Never really thought anything would cum of it. He had a regular highschool girlfriend who liked to fuck in risky places and twice let him finger her under their shared blankets watching Star Trek with her family. She came quietly under his digits, and everyone could smell her sex. Her mother smiled at him, her nipples visibly stiffening.

He used to sneak out the hour before midnight, with Johnny Carson"s voice echoing laughter and his grandfather nodding thoughtfully in the last p.m. hour or, usually, wait until the flag and his grandfather had both gone to sleep, in the very smallest hours of the morning and fog around town, cock and balls hanging out of his short cut-off and raggedy jeans/pajamas. T-shirt and sneakers made up his remaining nighttime foray uniform, plus a black and bulky hoody. Knew where every window was that would likely offer safe viewing of a girl and/or woman as she stripped down for the night. He even watched older couples undress together and saw frequently the neighbor "lady" with her mouth full of cock. She"d suck and chew her husband"s gristle until he splewed, swallow discretely, display her grossly fat & huge teats, wiggle into something shredded and revealing, get in bed, shut off the light and say "good night, dear". The streetlight through their window left her hanging udder a static jack-off inspiration for our boy, let"s call him Townie, as he will be, soon enough.

Occasionally he got a "watch" of someone sexing themselves. He found it odd that he was especially heated by the site of an old bachelor who seemed to wait for him to waft into his usually kneeling spot, screened by bush & shrub. Then the old man would treat the teen to a display of male self-manipulation and self-administered cock and ball (CBT) training which the teen/man found HARD to believe, but wanted... He wanted to help - by mouth fucking the bald-headed, teeth out old fuck. That old tease had really been a turn on lately, especially with the cock pump running for hours at a time!! And the elctrodes on his old low-hanging balls and oddly large nipples. The old cockpit liked to tease himself and anyone watching by messing with the amount and frequency of current to his "sextact" (contact) points, always extra sexually sensitive areas. A constant hard-on that could gush unexpectedly, as long as he was hooked up.

Oh well. Must have left several gallons of young cum on various lawns. He believed - and it was likely true - that some of these cunts and those cocks knew he was watching and doing himself and it turned them on, too.

This early, early morning his route took him along the tracks beside the tramp camp, which usually held only sleepers waiting for the next train. Tonight things looked different from near his hiding spot. He could see everything they were doing and felt safe enough to pound his ready-hanging meat and squeeze/slap his mostly shaved scrotum while watching the perverse activity unfolding in front of their flickering fire. He"d never seen queers do anything and these guys were looking like they came out of a sticky San Francisco gay bdsm bar.

There is a creek that drains through a smallish pond, formed by damning up Cockburn Stream for the purpose of water storage during the days the railroad was still a big deal in this out-of-the-way rural community. Steam locomotives. The creek makes a bend around the Hobo Hideaway on three sides. Really can"t see down in there well. He made his way closer - their moans, groans, muffled screams and assorted sex noises covered his aural tracks well and soon he was within 10 yards of the scene, screened by the night and a few strategic shrubs.

It was then that he saw the reputed town trollop, naked and nasty and helping two of the boys. Cheryl was her name and tabboo sexing her game. Back to her later.

The nearest studly fuck was standing in the creek in a fish trap that had been constructed and maintained for years. Caught the big ones. Pike with lots of teeth and good to eat and rough fish; i.e., suckers and carp. Suckers are called that for a reason. A bottom-feeding sucking, probing mouth. Carp are much the same only larger. The closest man was entertaining a real monster. That carp was big and it had all that dude"s cock in its mouth. Thrashing around partially in the water, it was like he was getting an auto-suck from that fish. He was alternately moaning and groaning then pulling another drag from an odd smelling smoke. Smelled skunky and the effects of the hashish/opium made his cock helmet super sensitive to the manipulations of the cold fish mouth. This would be a hot load of Carpacide he"d spew - when the time came.

Greasy dudes two and three were entertaining each other and Cheryl three or four yards off the edge of the creek bank. Fuck fiend #1"s carpy antics were keeping them entertained and aroused. There were nice, fully-leafed elms and two cottonwoods there that hid them and the light from the Coleman on the nearby stump and the several candles in metal reflector/holders hung on old nails stuck in the trees. Remains of a campfire were a glowing bed of red/white hot coals.

As to this three-some, let me give you a static picture to set up the action. Dude three, henceforth known as cum bucket or cb, is on his hands and knees with his face buried in Cheryl"s, henceforth C., shaven and gaping twat. His cock and his balls are bound up in a combination of split collars and ball stretching rings. 5# of shot sewn in a leather pouch with a cock and ball collar attachment hang from his pulsing junk. His 8 fat inches are collared, throbbing and curved up towards his bare belly. His nipples are clamped and the clamps are weighted with three pound fishing sinkers suspended on momofilament line.

While servicing c., cb is serving moanfully, tearfully, dude numero uno - henceforth and truthfully, "socio" or just "path" or "p.". You get it and it was the p. who brought the edge of that knife danger/thrill with him. p. had his honest 9.5" crammed "cum"pletely into cb"s gaping rectum. p, you see, had a fair share of African and American Indian blood and it showed in the size of his cock and super-fat balls. Momentarily his balls rested against cb"s stretched scrot, as p. also was a bit of a masochist and had his balls weighted with blunt-spiked stretch rings. When he began slowly thrusting again, their sacs swayed in close unison; then p. sped up and started fucking with piston-like power thrusting, pulling his bulbous cock head fully out of cb"s painfully stretched sphincter and plunging it back in to the hilt repeatedly and with animal growls of grunting lust/pleasure. The faster p. probed cb"s colon, the more their weighted balls got out of sync. This meant cb was being continually mauled - primarily his nuts but sometimes his cock,too - by p."s spiked ball stretching rings. He was carrying a load of 5. This more furious fucking also meant that cb"s nipple weights were beginning to sway most exquisitly/painfully.

Cheryl, meanwhile, is scootched around and now has her head positioned so that she may lick and suck and chew and twist and slap p."s collar-strained seed-sac as he brews up a steaming load of perv cream. Occasionally p. pulls his cock out of cb and plows c."s unwilling throat with his ass-covered virginity cure-all. He makes her lick it clean and tongue his piss slit before slamming back into cb"s burning shit chute. At the same time, cb is working over c."s ruined cunny and asshole. He"s already spent an hour sucking leftover cum from her nasty fem-slot and in the process made her clit very protrubent. That got it a clothespin. It matches the ones on her red, bound and bulging boobs - the nipples stand up so and just beg for "decoration". cb has been working an old, mostly smooth tool handle of ovoid shape and with a fair girth and length. Probably broken by rail men and tossed aside. It was back on the job, slowly being pushed and pulled and twisted in c."s abused asshole. A buzzer appears from somewhere - probably p. had it. Attached to the clothes pin on c."s clit and let her rip, along with cb"s fist buried in her vag past the wrist.

All the while, each edged closer to orgasm. But p. wasn"t going to let the fun end so soon. While fucking him, p. had reached beneath cb and with his calloused hands, began violently sexing cb"s cock and balls. Edging him. p. could see/feel that both his toys were on the border of bursting. None of that. Not yet. No one except carp dude could really see clearly what p. did. The rambler in hiding could see p. quietly pull down a candle which had accumlated a large amount of scorchingly hot liquid wax in the deep base of the holder. He then yanked his cock out of cb with a popping, vacuum-release sound, rolled cb and c., still entangled onto their sides and poured the firey wax on c."s cunt hole, her stretched asshole, her clamped and fat tits. She scre-moaned, came for an eternity, then passed out. Just as soon as she had been waxed, p. snatched the scotum pouch from cb"s balls and gave both them and cock a wax bath, with the remainder going on p"s own pulsing shaft. cb began spewing hot seed with the first splash of wax, timed by p so that his subjects would come together, right now, under him. As their uunnnhhhhhuuunnngggghhhhaaarrrhhh-ooowwwwwwww grunts and moans peaked, p popped his meat dagger from cb"s wrecktum - he"d plunged back in when he let fall the first hot wax - and blew a huge load of man goo, the first blast on cb"s ravaged hole and the rest shot into c."s waiting, gasping gullet. p. rested his cock in c."s tight mouth. She was unknowingly rolling his dick around with her tongue. Insatiable.

The carp guy came out with the still lively fish swallowing choad, or trying to. Carp will eat anything they can suck down. Carp guy (cg) came up to the three, eyed p, then popped the fish from his dong, cumming at the same time on c. and cb. It was a large and fishy load. The carp was pissed. He wanted something to eat. After a few minutes in the water to rejuvenate, carp was returned to the two subjects, see if he wanted to try the menu with them. A couple minutes on cb"s cock had it awake and stiffening, again. Carps last few minutes of life were spent as buried as possible in c."s sewer-hole cunt, thrashing violently. His tail fins and muscular last few inches, which were hanging out, beat and brushed against her swollen labia and wax-burned clit. Carp scales scratched her. She came again, violently and loudly. The heroic fish popped out, likely well-cooked by c."s hot oven. This made c come again, gasping quietly.

All this time, Townie had been quietly stroking his 18-year-old 6.5" X 2.75" cock with his right hand and squeezing his engorged low hangers with his left. The slight breeze had gone down as events progressed. It had been rattling the cottonwood leaves enough to mask any tiny noise he might have made earlier. Besides, he had dark hair and a dark hoodie on and was in shadows. It was his luck that the sky, which had been overcast, began clearing and revealed a bright, full moon just as he rolled his head back and came with a prolonged, sack-draining mighty burst of hot man cream, gout after gout all the way to his lips and chin, in fact.

He must have groaned in release unremembering. When he opened his eyes, there were two cocks and a knife pointing at him. p and cg were grinning. They had a new subject and six more certain hours of darkness, darkness. They"d planned in advance for this opportunity, which was inevitable somewhere along their travels. Townie knew something sexed & sado was likely his fate. Let"s get it on, he inwardly smirked. And even mostly sub cb and crazy c get to work on him, apparently. That warm and fat feeling was returning to his proudly displayed phallus.

*** Part 2. Snagged by Sexual Deviants

Townie Teen Is Introduced to the Dark Side of Sex..
and Loves it!!

Our young hero was led roughly by his fat and interested balls to the site of the others" just-viewed sextivities. It smelled of secretions or carp or both. cb and c were awake but sore and groggy. cb"s balls were shaved smooth and clearly visible. They were real low hangers after years of CBT. c was feigning sleep, but her hands kept drifting toward here cuntal parts and sensitized, raspberry nipples. He could also see several stakes driven into the ground with ropes already attached. There was an odd bit of plywood with two holes about 3" wide and maybe a foot apart leaning against a wooden chair he hadn"t seen before. And there was a stump with a hatchet and a navy survival knife driven into it. He could make out other vague objects. Here were some partially broken cinder blocks. Hmmmm....

He barely saw the dark-skinned hand holding the rag dart towards his face. He got the chemical smell and it was lights out. When he came to he was on a rough woolen arhis blanket, flat on his back. His legs were spread, as were his arms. While he was out, three stainless steel cock collars had been worked over, onto and finally behind his balls. Between the collars were two split-locking rings. Two larger collars and one larger split-collar locking ring had been implaced behind his cock and balls together, too. His ball sack was taut and red and veiny and very, very full. It was carrying - in order, collar/locking collar/collar/locking collar/collar and his dick and scrotum also had the two larger collars and one much larger locking collar pushing all his stuff up and out and keeping the blood from draining back, too. Besides all this, he must have been used while he was out. His prong was hard as steel and extra fat and longer, seemingly, than he remembered. He must have been "forced" to smoke hashish while he was unconscious. Probably with face mask and hookah.

He had to breath it. He felt at ease and completely fuck hungry. His cock pointed straight up with a steady dribble of precum already leaking exquisitly from his grinning piss-slit. He looked up to see three swaying, fat ball sacs and three veiny, flinty choads of varying dimensions, dribbling hot goo slowly as carp guy, psycho and cumbucket manhandled each others goods over his splayed out, nude & restrained body. Cheryl straddled his head. As if they were all connected by one nervous system, they all burst simultaneously. c"s vulva open wide, her labia quivered, her clit screamed for pain, and she blew all the old cum and pussy juice out directly onto his face and mouth. His cock tensed and quivered visibly. C.G., P. and cb all laughed with lusty evil intent, cumming together and sperming him from bound cock to clothes-pinned nipples to open and gasping mouth. By this point, his cock was steadily oozing lube juice and was flopping front to back, fast. His balls were in agony with lava seed.

He closed his eyes on slowly deflating, cum dripping cocks, shaved balls and a cunt he thought he could put his hand right in, with ease. Just a moments rest, please. I know you crazy demons aren"t done with his young body yet. You haven"t even touched his asshole. Oh well... zzzz

Yow!! Unholy fuck me!! What th... He awoke as though he"d been a follower of the Marquis de Sade and got what he didn"t ask for in his dream. The unholy four were standing over his cum besmirched nakedness. His cock was about to blow a huge load with, look ma, no hands. Wait... this is real and there they stand, lustily leering at his obvious preDICKament. Only one answer. Each of the lecherous four pulled down a candle holder, full of lava hot liquid wax. They looked him in the eye and grinned with vile purpose. C.G. and P poured the contents of their holders directly onto his cock, balls and asshole while C and cb each did a clamped nipple with a full shot. They stepped back to admire their work and fondle/grope each other while they waited for the inevitable. They didn"t have to wait long. Since that first blast of instant liquid fire, his juice had been steaming its way along his young piss tube. Good prostate.

His cock itself had been banded with several smaller rings. As it swelled, they almost became embedded. It kept him quite rigid. And made cuming a prolonged and messy joyful process. His first spurt arced up and back, landing on his beardless upper lip and in his cake-hole. The second and third burst each hit a sore nipple. A few more shots coated him to his naval. The rest were force fed to cb by P and CG as they pried poor (ha!) cb"s jaws to open mouth wide, relax throat and gobble his wax and cum covered seed shooter. P and CG took great joy in forcing cb to bob his head up and down the kid"s steel-beringed phallus which was forced farther and farther, seemingly, into cb"s gullet. Man-Teen Townie spurt forth several final molten gouts of sperm directly down cb"s throat. What a trooper. He swallowed it all and didn"t lose a drop. TT felt a great sense of release, then remembered where he was and in whose hand his fate lay. His cock was still hard. They could tell that he was going to be a good student. But first to clean him off.

No warm running water. This calls for creative cleaning solutions. Four full bladders hold a lot of hot golden nectar. C resumed her position over his head and let go the flood. The three tramps lined up and hosed him off the rest of the way, paying special attention to Townie"s steadily growing young cock, his hardware adorned balls and his clamped and numbed nipples. He was drifting off again. The two seeming co-alpha males unbound him. He was carried to the fish trap where water ran well and mild. Rinsed and ready for reuse. But wait... now he"s got his cock carp swallowed to the balls. Swollen, ball-spreader separated human tadpole factories also smell like yum to the carp and so he"s got a cock-carp working each nut and a monster swallowing and gagging on his prong, three fish total. The rest swim between his legs, rubbing their scaly (carp) or slihis (suckers) bodies against his balls and cock, too. Some of the smaller fish are pushing into his piss-slit or partially up his ass. He"s in Indian summer warm water up to his waist and can actually see the carp trying to eat and swallow his junk. With that and whatever he smoked while momentarily out - he was more sexed than ever! His fat, tight balls pulsed as the cock-carp sucked away on them. The bigger carp still had his dong in its swallow-reflex squeezing throat. All was quiet now, except for his ragged breathing and the thrashing fish.

Why didn"t he get up and at least try to sneak off before things really took a turn for the surreal? But that cock-carp attached to his dick promised to pull out such a cum sweet and loud. With that thought came a whooshing sound and the thin willow branch was whipped across his nipples by P. His seed blew into attached cock-carp, oozing through his gills as it sank to the bottom. The tightly attached carp were yanked painfully from his aching balls. He was hoisted rudely from the water and returned to the fuck area. Now what? There were items around that he hadn"t seen before and still couldn"t identify. Hmmm...

There was that piece of plywood, now held up by the stump and the chair. He was cock dragged by P, armed now with the survival knife, over to this bit of homemade sexing-bdsm "furniture" and forced to lay down on it with his cock and balls hanging through one of the holes. It was more solid than he had thought it would be. His hands were tied to his feet by scratchy twine running underneath the plywood CBT device. His ass hole was also open to the cool air - and defenseless. He could see Cheryl sucking Carp Guy"s cock AND balls, all at once, into her throat. His sore cock twitched in approval. His nuts began churning fresh seed. P ordered cb to kneel in front of him. This put cb"s cum deprived dick in direct line with Townie"s mouth. P pushed the pressure points which caused him to open wide and cb took the opportunity for a little payback throat-fucking at Townie"s expense. Good thing he had not much of a gag reflex, for all of cb"s fat 6.5" were disappearing and reappearing on each stroke. cb"s weighted scrotum slapped tt"s chin on each in-thrust. His cock was beginning an involuntary response to his first mouth fucking. It was like a rock again and jerking about. He couldn"t reach his stuff, but the psycho with the knife could. Where was P? Damn!

VERSION 1:[Psycho took a puff of the blunt, then rolled the glowing red end lightly along the length of T"s steel-hard probe, underneath from back to front. The pai-leasure was hellish. T"s dick twitched violently as he moaned and gushed clear lube continually. Pyscho took the opportunity to sneak over to the campfire. It had been kept up by slave CB. P selected an old 8" iron frying pan and, using his calloused fingers, filled it with a layer of glowing coals. He crept back to T, who was so aroused he hadn"t noticed anything but the sweet agony of his hugely distended balls and diamond hard penis. Pyscho used a bit of board to carve out a small indentation - frying pan size - under T"s fat hangers. There was about 2-3 feet between the bottom of his balls and the ground. Crazed P placed the pan within easy reach, then got himself resituated under T. Once he was uncomfortable, he placed the pan of glowing coals in the prepared spot and began to slowly roast T"s goods. He repeatedly slapped his subject"s stretched sack and not at all gently, during this cooking process. Occasionally, T"s hot nuts were sprayed from a bottle of relatively icy creek water and seasoned olive oil, then reheated. This kept P entertained for a good while and - once the last pube puffed away - it smelled like a French cafe.

Alas, the coals began to cool. P was NOT done. His goodies were flopping about violently. It turned him on more. P rolled over on his back, away from the coals and parallel to tt, facing him eye to dilated-pupil eye. Psycho began running the survival knife blade along all sides of subject/victim"s engorged, semi-baked dick. Not cutting, but the potential was there and for the night wandering teen the potential was the turn on. Now P ran the blade across teen"s taut, fat, baked-red balls several times, very slowly. Pre-spurt was pouring steadily from teen"s distended piss-slit, hissing on the coals. P jammed the knife into the plywood and rolled out from under. He reached back down and around, grasping Townie"s cock and pumped up a handful of bio-lube. P"s 8.5", honest, were hard as steel. He"d been busy making others come. Now it was his turn.]

VERSION 2:[Our boy/man soon enough discovered that the foul P was already underneath him and Townie (T) had no idea what he might do. He seemed to be digging a fairly deep and narrow trench directly under TT"s stiffly horizontal cock and heavy-metal enslaved junk. The rings had been removed from his cock, but the rest of the CBT hardware was still in place behind his sac and behind his dick and balls. Psycho finished digging at about 16". He then plucked a good number of coals from the fire and placed them carefully in the slotted earth. When he had about 4" of glowing coals, he covered them very lightly with loose rock and a few bunches of well-soaked leaves. Thus began the steaming and baking of hard, cum-oozing Townie teen cock, for your dining pleasure. P began to swing t"s slow-cooking stuff about, slowly at first, then more and more quickly. Sometimes he would let the teens goods go still, then hold the glowing end of his cigar as close to them as possible without leaving a visible burn. A few short pubes crinkled up and twisted away in foul retreat. Now the glowing ember briefly tapped at various points about his swollen seed pouch and pulsating meat. It hurt so ba-good. Fire made his cock harder and veinier. Precum was oozing out steadily.]

P repeatedly slapped his subject"s stretched sack and not at all gently. Violated victim"s mature teen goodies were flopping about violently. It turned him on more. P rolled over on his back and began running the survival knife blade along all sides of subject/victim T"s engorged dick. Not cutting, but the potential was there and for the night wandering teen the potential was the turn on. Now P ran the blade across teen"s taut, fat balls several times, very slowly. Precum was flowing steadily from the dehydrating teen"s piss-slit. P jammed the knife into the plywood and rolled out from under. He reached back down and around, grasping townie"s cock and pumping up a handfull of precum. P"s 9", honest, were hard as steel. Psyco, it turns out, was a black/indian/white trash "breed" with the cock to show off his heritage. It hung at 7.5 " always turgid. When erect, it was closer to 9.5" and had a wicked upward curve just before the bulbous head. His balls were baseball size and hung low naturally. And he"d been busy making others come. Now it was his turn.

P took the handful of T"s slick, warm precum and coated his cock. He pumped up another handful of the teen"s lube for the virgin 18-year-old"s asshole. He ordered cb to pull his worthless choad from subject"s mouth - for the moment. P pumped more T-wanderer precum and used it to get his cock helmet good and slick. He grasped the night prowler by the hips and pried his ass cheeks apart with his rough thumbs. This would require some preliminary work, yup. There was an old, narrow-top, smooth-shouldered round, heavy glass bottle, left behind apparently for just this moment. P reached around again and milked T for more precum, just edging him closer to a deluge of hot spunk. With the bottle coated, P began working it slowly yet forcefully beyond townie"s sphincter and deep into his bowels. As he increased the speed and force, he could hear townie teen moan in pleasurable pain. P checked out townie for stiffness. It was time. He ordered cb to resume throat-fucking the sexed up teen, which he did with great gusto. Townie teen had precum and slobber drooling from his chin. P chose the moment to pop out the bottle and pop in his hot, throbbing, beveined, crooked fat-headed and well pre-cum lubed huge dong of doom.

Townie had never felt so full up with sex in his life! He had a cock bumping his tonsils and another filling his ass completely. P was steadily fucking T"s wrecktum while pumping T"s cock and brutalizing T"s nutsack. T was most certainly going to blow another huge load. Finally P rubbed across T"s prostate once too often. Splat, spurt, spurt, spurt. Townie began blowing his nut, P did the same up T"s ass, which made both blow nut even more. cb was ordered to back away. He jacked off mournfully and came copiously before being sent off on a chore.

*** Part 3.

Please Whip my Tender Junk With A Nettle Cat O" Nine...

There were several more hours of darkness and darkness was in the minds of the three train tramps and the town whore. They had an 18-year-old who was a fuck-machine to do with as they wanted. Who knew if he"d come back for more? Better get it now. For the moment, T was simply tethered by his junk as he was allowed to stretch out a few sore muscles. He"d been given Gatorade to rehydrate and more smokey dope to keep him docile and horny.

P decided that to end the dark hours, the gang of four fuck fiends would do whatever each pleased to townie simultaneously. The nasty and truly unbalanced P started to push T down, but T went automatically to his hands and knees. He thought he knew what was coming and looked forward to it with fuck-me-harder apprehension. Could he take it more harshly? Now lead weights were attached to the eye-hooks on his split-collars. He had an idea that"s what those eyes were for. He carried nine pounds of lead, plus the other stuff. A rough, thin sisal twine was wrapped around the very base of his hanging repro gland sac and seed inserter. This was tied in turn to four lengths of more sisal in turn tied to four short bungee cords which each had a chunk of unbroken cinder block attached. If he moved, his swollen sack o" nuts with all the extra weight caused the bungee cords to begin a harmonious reaction which forced the scratchy twine to pull his sack more and more violently in random directions. His flopping cock was spraying a thin mist of precum. It felt delicious.

T had seen Cheryl and Carp Guy go off into the darkness and weeds some minutes ago. He heard Cheryl scre-moan-unnhhhh and Carp Guy"s gutteral laughter in response. When they reappeared, C"s tits looked like they"d been whipped with very light barbed wire. Here nipples were hugely distended and her cunt was on fire. She walked over to waiting-kneeling Cum Bucket, grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth onto her mound.

She would come. Cum Bucket would merely be teased again.

T"s CBT"d junk was beginning to throb with pain and rising jism, too. He saw P pick up what CG had used on C"s tits. It was a cat o" nine made of local, green nettles. They were about a foot long and had small weights tied to the ends to give them some force. An old leather glove had been used in collecting the nettles and constructing the cat. It was now used by CG, with P"s permission as ranking psycho, to work over T"s low-low-low hanging, red and hugely engorged testicles and include his once-again beringed sperm spewer. It was starting to twitch again when the first strike landed. His balls felt like they were on fire. He opened his mouth to scream only to find P"s fat cock slipping between his teeth and back into his throat. CG alternated strokes with the nettle with each of P"s cock plunges into T"s sore throat. He also found a stray, home-made wooden butt plug which he popped lubeless and dry into T"s asshole. Townie teens cock was again rock hard. Its head had taken on a wicked purple hue and the length was red, beringed, hard as adamite and twitching with boiling teen blood.

CG gave the lad a few more strokes on the cock and balls, then turned his attention to the 18-year-old"s ass-cheeks and asshole, from which he had pulled the plug with a wet pop. Direct, lengthwise strikes along his ass crack covered both cheeks and his asshole, too, with nettle burn. After a few minutes of this, his still scorched cock was pouring out a steady dribble of slick precum. CG called Cheryl away from Cum Bucket. She had used him to HER always fleeting orgasmifaction. Now she could use that boy - she knew him - to her nasty pleasures. P said so. His eyes were shut and his cock was in T"s throat to the nuts. Maybe he hadn"t heard. She asked CG what up? He said she should crawl under "the kid" and stick the rolled up arhis blanket under her ass to line her twat up with the teen"s drooling probe. Good enough for her. The ground was still hot where the pan of nut-sack & cumhis-cock slow roast coals had been, slowly cooking the teen"s tonsil probe and now hair-free & olive-oil shiny, sopping broasted red scrotum - for hours.

CG got everything set up and, soon enough C"s well-trained and disciplined cunt was rhythmnically swallowing and spitting out 18-year-old cock as she rolled her hips lewdly. C began sucking on P"s nuts as he continued to throat-fuck hotted up townie. Now that he had things moving along, CG reached down for a generous dose of cunt cream. He worked it onto his cock, but left the precum leaking head dry. He gave T"s asshole several additional direct strokes with the nettles, then thumb-pried his cheeks wide apart and just drove in dry. Felt like the skin was going to be peeled from his glans. T moaned/gurgled around P"s cock as his sphincter was forced open and the rest of CG"s red and hot prick was quickly crammed in until he was nuts deep in T. Then the teen"s rapers took a cue and began alternating strokes, keeping them going fast and hard. C mashed her tits against T"s chest, clamped her cunt muscle, and really went to work.

She chewed his nipples and mauled his balls. They were already well-stimulated by the bungee cords and all the swaying about. He could feel the steaming spunk begin to boil its way out through his large piss-slit. Cheryl"s cunt was overworked, but well-trained. First Psycho yanked his cock from tiring teen townie"s mouth/throat, cramming it into Cheryl"s gullet for the spunk-off. This made her twat clamp down extra special for a long moment on T"s cock, just as he was about to spew, pinching back the scalding scum. At the next instant, Carp Guy blew his huge load in T"s asshole, causing Townie to go over the top and begin an interminable, mind-numbing cum dump in Cheryl"s cooze.

She took every drop, crawled out from under his arched body, stepped around to CG and finished pumping him off up poor T"s rectum. CG stepped over to ever-kneeling Cum Bucket and had his cock sucked more or less clean by slave cb, the whole time he was standing on cb"s slave balls, which had been stretched out on the ground while cb"s achingly, steely hard and unrelieved cock arched up and back, enormous veins pulsing, ram-rod stiff, at the ready, oozing clear cock lube.

Now Cheryl straddled T, pulled her pussy wide open, and poured his cum out of her cunt and onto T"s stretched and sore hole. It felt oddly good. And his cock was coming back to life yet again. What next?

*** Part 4 : Master and Mistress revealed. Sexed fun ensues for all.

It must have been near six a.m., but it would be dark until seven at the least, perhaps longer. It was late September and daylight-saving time hadn"t started yet in this sleepy, innocent midwest whistle-stop town. It had been warm, now it was cooling and fog was appearing from only the sex fiends" demons could tell you where. P and CG grabbed up a few things, tossed them into their "tater sac "carry-ons" and headed up the embankment to catch the morning freight south. They"d be back through.

That left Townie used, bemused, sore, confused and rearousing rapidly, since he was still under a state of CBT, with his split-collars attached to the spider web of torment described earlier. The departure of Pycho and Carp Guy left Cheryl and Cum Bucket (CB) behind, staring with growing anticipation at his perv-enticing preDICKament. He (I) was still tethered by his cock and scrotum by scratchy sisal twine and bungee cords hooked through chuncks of cinder-block. A couple candles were burning nearby and Cheryl had the lantern. I could see that someone had better have an allen key or I"d have trouble removing the ring cushion and the split collar from behind his cock and balls. AND the two behind only his (his) nuts plus three spacing rings, pushing them, pushing them, pushing, pushing, pushing for hours now. His stretched sack was benettled, burned, semi-cooked and singed free of the final brave pubes. He"d have trouble sneaking in the backshed at home if they couldn"t be tended to until then - and what if his sneaky slut sister caught him?

He needn"t have worried. The two who had jumped on the train moments ago had left Cum Bucket with the allen key. T would simply order C.B. to crawl under him with a good light and get the bolts out. He could remove the other stuff then and they could say their goodbyes. No great harm, fabulous, fountainous cum-spewing once-in-a-lifetime raw psycho-sex. A cumfully great time was had by all, even the fish.

CB and Cheryl had other other ideas and some creative staying power, too. It turned out CB was Cheryl"s first cousin and only looked like a character from "Deliverance". He wasn"t stupid and now, after a night of mostly watching, he was sexed to the maximum and more. Cheryl had yet to use me the way she wanted and her evil, sneering leer let me know so. Until I was released, they were to be addressed - if at all - "Yes" or "No" always preceeded and followed by Mistress or Master. To let poor Townie know this was no bull, they produced some incentive. The coals were glowing again. Hmm... Master had the nettle-cat o" nine and Mistress had an assortment of willow switches, some wrapped in cockle-burrs. Before allowing T. to move from his all-fours position, each practiced a bit. Mistress switched T. across his neck and shoulders and down to the small of his back. She also worked over his unshaven armpits. Cockleburrs stuck liberally where she had used that switch. Several stuck near his nipples, still clamped and hung with fish weights.

Every stroke of the switch made his fat, distended nuts ache more and more menacingly, with threats of huge, scalding geysers of teen cream to cum if everything were "handled" just so. Then Master began to lay on with the netttle cat, nettie for short. First Master put the nettle tails to a quick visual examination. Good! He had woven nine new strands of three nettle varieties - each quite "bitey" - and to give it a good swing, odd bits of metal, one chunk per, were attached to the end of each tail. Master had also wrapped the old leather glove around the holding end, good idea.

Of course, Townie couldn"t see much. Mistress gloatingly described everything to him, though, so he could anticipate the guy goo producing PAIN-leasuring he was enduring. Master and Mistress began to lay on strokes, slowly and deliberately. Usually it was one stroke, step back, self pleasure, step forward, stroke, step back, repeat. Occasionally, a rhythmn developed in which they would lash T. together, alternating & ending with a simultaneous dual stroke to a preplanned simul spot. Master must have enjoyed what he was doing to/for Townie. Each full stroke of nettie by Master to T."s captured and cooked hangers made Master"s now (!!!??!!!) 9+ FAT inches visibly twitch. Now Master made T. (t from now on) stretch his legs while keeping his hands on the ground. t"s adorned junk was still trapped on the wrong side of the plywood upon which he had been lying, stomach down, for hours now. Stretching his legs felt great for his cramped thigh muscles - until he was told to stay that way. Now his scrotum was pulling the sisal tighter and the bungee cords again had his nut sack dancing a merry dance. And t"s cock was available! With t"s current uncomfortable pose, it pointed semi-stiffly out. The head was dry. It looked like it had been in the sun too long and been sucked hard all day by a pasture full of weaning calves. Master finally had the angle for the strokes he wanted. He put a few across t"s ass cheeks and one with all 9 tails across t"s gaping asshole, fucked out by P."s 8.5" fat BLACK cock.

Master walked around to t"s drooping head, pried t"s jaws open by pressure to the hinge-nerve, and plopped his choad into t"s wide open mouth. Master could see that this mouthful and Cheryl"s continued willow switch applications were making t"s slave-now cock increasingly red and engorged. The slight cigar burns were strange welts on t"s dick, which was becoming purple to match its super-sensitive helmet and glans. The stiffer phallus now pointed more upwards and Master had free access to the underside! He put to with nettie down the tender bottom length of t"s throbbing/burning prick, across his hanging and captive scrotum with the metal weights dragging the cat ends up against the small of t"s back, thus benettling t"s double-entry asshole even further. All this was now foreplay to the twisted teen and the evidence was visible in his swelling seed-bag, the veins roping along his singed cock shaft, the spontaneous ejaculation spasms which kept his cock bouncing, and the steady stream of clear lube which ran from his wide-open cum hole. And his moans of discomfort sounded more like moans of pleading - for more use and abuse, please Master and Mistress.

Mistress Cheryl had disappeared around t"s back. He could see her face between her udders, upside down. With his cock and balls secured, t was only able to push himself partway up for a look-around. She grinned at him and gave all the bungee cords a snap. T"s stuff flailed about madly. Master smacked t"s undercock and nuts again, continually and simultaneously with his Masterful mouth/throat/tonsil fucking of t - who had yet to swallow! Master had revealed his full 9" chubby and was roughly face-fucking the semi-arched back, ball & cock restrained-in-pain t. He could only stay in position for 15-20 seconds, swallowing Master"s monster cock, before he had to give way and ease the strain on his back and sack. Mistress searched about and came back with an evil leer. She had a cop-sized flash-light in one hand and a willow switch in the other. Mistress gave t"s nipple weights a swing, swatted his tit area with a single willow switch.

She hid the flashlight in her drooling pussy. She whacked t"s rectum with the switch, yanked the flash from her cunny - all lubed now - and without a hint, jammed it up t"s wrecked ass. Mistress commensed pumping that flash full-stroke and furiously, at the same time strumming all the cords to which t"s nut sack and seed-drill were attached. Concurrently, Master stroked Mistress"s fat nipples and cunt lips with the cat. This caused Mistress to run the flashlight ever faster in and out of t"s disgraced asshole and to be rougher with t"s scrotum, directly slapping and punching it. All the time, t had ached to blow. He could feel another massive load buiding and oozing/pumping its way to the exploding cock point. His pre-goo leaked out steadily and coated his shaft and balls, dripping from there to the trampled grass, dust and dirt.

He had to get back on his knees. His legs were burning. Master"s cock was huge and throbbing, lodged in the back of t"s throat. T"s balls were beginning the inevitable precum churn in ernst. Mistress jammed the flashlight in, hard, Master gave t"s cock a last nettie swat, then began unloading thick, steaming, fishy man-cream directly into t"s gut, his be-ringed sack resting on t"s chin as his choad pumped on and on. Master cum was also leaking around His cock and down t"s chin, onto t"s barely-haired teen chest. Mistress yanked out the flashlight and jammed it up her own ass. She came with a growl. Master grabbed t"s cock and Mistress his balls. Mistress stripped down t"s sack as Master held t"s wood by the base and swatted the head open palmed and rapidly back and forth.

It drooled out some come and spit as he moaned. The machine-like, harsh and rapid-repeat slapping of his cockhead along with Master"s pumping firm grip on his sore shaft"s base, plus all the bouncing about of his weighted and cum-laden testicles sent him over the edge and rewarded Master with a hugely unexpected load of teen cock cream. t was under orders not to blow until given permission. And this was a plus size spew, wasted now. Master punched t in the balls and told him to stand up. t tried but the punch had taken his breath away - and his balls, he had thought, were still secure on the wrong side of the BDSM board. Someone had sprung the trap mechanism so t could stand...?

It was left to ponder his situation as Master and Mistress went back in the bushes. Presently, they returned, rolling a cable spool between them. They positioned the spool directly behind the still uncomforably semi-kneeling t. Master stood directly in front of t, leered, lit a blunt, blew smoke in t"s nose THEN produced the other knife. Looked like a 12" German butcher blade. t"s prick twitched a bit at the sight of such a sausage slicer in Master"s hand. Master used the flat of the blade under t"s scrotum to make t stand up, sisal and bungees and concrete blocks and all attached. His teen junk had been "unlocked" from its dangling place through the board of pleasurable pain sometime ago, but only to gain new accesses to t"s body. it seems. A few of the blocks moved a bit and t"s scrotum could be stretched no more. Cheryl thoughtfully stopped diddling herself and gave the taut cords a strum, which sent t"s weighted balls bouncing about. Master removed the knife, but not before an errant testicle slip along the sharp edge, drawing a line of oozing red blood from the swollen and pulsing nutsack.

Mistress Cheryl laughed hideously. t"s cock began to visibly stiffen. Master pumped his cock and t"s together, side by side. t"s dick thickened and grew sorely to maximum length. Master no longer pumped the pair. His chub continued to drizzle lube steadily while he held t"s cock and stropped the 12" knife on its underside like an old time barber, znicker-znicker-snap fast. Mistress began tugging t"s ball-sack backwards, forcing his legs to buckle against the cable spool. Master stopped stropping, Mistress tugged once more and t was sprawled eyes to the sky, small of the back on the spool.

Apparently, someone was feeling unfulfilled. At least the scratchy wool blanket had been put on the spool. And now his junk was being tugged differently. His balls were still attached by bungees and sisal to concrete blocks. He wasn"t going anywhere. The stump had been rolled over by thoughtful, fire-tending Cheryl. t could rest his head on that and see what was about. It was still foggy and the sun wasn"t going to shed much light where they were for some time still. t could hear a couple lighters flick nearby and the rough sound of an early morning cream delivery. Townie smelled a familiar combination of hash and fat cigar. Master and Mistress hove back into view, each armed with an endless libido, sado-masocho imaginations and a cigar with a glowing tip.

And all the wonderfully excrutiatingly hot-wax producing candles were lit again. Master and Mistress took turns blowing huge lungfulls of hash/tobacco smoke into t"s lungs. At the same time, they took turns stroking, pumping, slapping and sucking t"s captive prick and scrot. Holding glowing cigar tips near t"s asshole made his cock grow visibly. Holding it near his finger-stretched foreskin made it steel-like yet again. Splashing candle wax on his clamped nipples, titanium phallus and stretched nut-sack made the cock-veins more visibly fill and pulse. Touching the freshly-puffed cigar"s fat cherry tip to his taut foreskin made him rigid. And rendered him unconscience.

To be continued...whatever will happen to Townie?