A passion for pain : Part 1

“Look at his cock,” Dillon said. “He wasn't having us on when he said pain turned him on. I've never know anyone who can take it like him.”

They let me hang for what seemed like minutes during which my cock became fully hard but could not rise because it was weighted down. Then I felt the cross return to the upright position again. My shoulders continued to ache even though I was now able to take some of my weight on the balls of my feet again. I felt the tether round my balls being removed. The ankle restraints were removed and I was able to take my full weight on both feet, relieving my shoulders of the burden but not relieving the pain in them. Next my wrists were freed. I still had the clamps attached to my foreskin.

“Take this mask off me,” I begged the men. “I want to see what's happened to my balls and what those clamps and weights are doing to my cock.”

The strap holding the mask was undone and it was lifted off my head. My eyes which had been completely blacked out took some time to adjust to the dimly lit cellar. When I could see a little better I looked down to my balls and saw that, although they seemed to have recuperated after my scrotum had been stretched, my foreskin had been pulled to twice its length and the teeth of the clamps had created grooves as they bit and dragged across my skin with the weights attached to them still.

“Take the weights off but let me lie down with the clamps still attached. I want the full effect of them to stimulate my dick,” I said. They removed the weights and led me to a bench where I lay down with my semi-hard cock now pointing towards my head and the clamps still gripping my foreskin which was slowly returning to its normal size and allowing my cockhead to appear. An ache was still coming from my balls which spread itself all around my groin

“Squeeze my nipples, “ I said. Dillon stood by my head and leaned over taking a nipple in each hand and squeezing it as hard as he could. Meanwhile Geoff had picked up another couple of clamps. Dillon stopped squeezing me and put the clamps on my tits instead. The pressure was twice as much as Dillon had been able to achieve by hand and I squirmed with delight as I felt the pain in my groin and chest meet. In no time my cock was rock solid.

“Being able to be turned on by pain like that is fantastic,” Dillon said. “ I think it is only fair that you get a treat now. What would you like?”

“Both of you take your belts off and whack my arse with them, but restrain my hands and feet again so that I am helpless and leave the clamps attached to my cock and tits” I said without having to think about it.

“And then can we fuck you?” Geoff asked. There was real menace in his voice which I loved.

“Yea I want you to break me in like you said you would earlier,” I said remembering what he had told me when we had been in the bar. My enthusiasm for a brutal beating and fucking showed in my voice.

They both removed not only their belts but also the rest of their clothes and I could see for the first time their cocks which were only semi-hard. It was obvious they were both well endowed and my breaking in was going to stretch my anus a great deal and hopefully hurt a lot. It all increased the sense of anticipation of what was to happen.

They helped me off the bench and took me to what looked like a prayer stool. I had expected to be attached to the cross again but the other way round so that my arse was available to them however they had other devices used for whipping and I was now being attached to one of them. There was a place for me to kneel and my trunk rested on a padded area so that my head was unsupported. There were straps to hold my legs to the kneeler and my arms were pulled down to meet the uprights, and they were strapped in place as well. The clamps on my tits were being crushed by the cushion I was leaning on and created a constant reminder of their presence. The clamps on my foreskin hung free against my cock which continued to throb, it was still fully erect.

The two blokes were standing behind me and discussing how they were going to abuse me. I could not hear them which I was glad of, as the pleasure I got from being beaten was the anticipation, the sting from the impact when I was hit and the small respite that occurred between each blow. If I had known what their strategy was it would have reduced the overall experience. The first blow when it landed was therefore out of the blue and was more forceful than even I had imagined.

The breath shot out of my lungs as a stab of pain starting in my buttocks ran through from my arse to my head and to my toes.

“Yea, “ I shouted when I had got my breath back. “Give me more like that.”

There was a long wait and then the next blow hit me. It came from a different direction and didn't feel the same. It stung as much as the first but sent a different pattern of pain through me. I reckoned they were taking it in turns to hit me.

The next came very quickly and then they started to get into their stride and they were hitting me with random intervals of time in between so that I never knew when the next blow would land. The studs on the belts dug into me adding to the pain and my body writhed with every blow making the nipple clamps dig into me each time. Some of the blows landed on my thighs which had never happened when my schoolmate had beaten me but it was a new and most enjoyable experience.

After five minutes and countless blows both of the guys got tired and stopped for a rest. This felt really good for me as my arse was really sore and hot sending signals to my cock which I could feel pulsating. My body was so simulated, I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Dillon came in front of me and I could see his erect penis. He brought it towards me and I opened my mouth. It more than filled it and I flattened my tongue to open my throat allowing him to enter my mouth up to his pubes. When he realised I could deep-throat him he started to face fuck me. Meanwhile Geoff was behind me massaging my arse-cheeks and occasionally licking my anus, a totally new experience for me, sending shivers right through me. I was powerless to stop Dillon from coming but Geoff intervened and reminded Dilllon not to come just yet as it was my arse that needed breaking in. Dillon pulled his cock out of my mouth and joined Geoff behind me.

“Get my arse prepped for fucking and then beat me for a few minutes more. Then shove your dicks in me quickly. You know I can take pain so don't hold back.” I gave the orders hoping they would obey them without question.

I think that I had gained the respect of both of them for without further talking they resumed beating my arse as before. The stinging sensation came with each blow but now my body was totally pumped up with adrenaline. Every so often they stopped and pulled my cheeks apart and worked on my anal ring with their tongues. My cock started to throb again as it maintained its hardness and now I sensed pre-cum spurting from it. Any more beating and I would shoot my load. I was right for a minute later I felt a terrific release as my spunk erupted from my cock. This was not missed by Dillon or Geoff who stopped their beating and scooped up the slippery liquid from the floor and started to push it inside my arse. Their fingers were disappearing in my hole as they ensured a slippery passage for their cocks.

I heard a condom being rolled onto one of their dicks and then felt a solid object pushing against my ring. A lot of pressure was applied to it and my anus was forced open . I had heard about how painful anal intercourse can be the first time and I was now experiencing it. After the pain I had suffered earlier this stretching of my flesh produced no more than what I knew I could take and I didn't need to try and consciously relax. The cock went right up to its balls inside me in a couple of seconds. It was pulled out almost immediately and replaced by the other cock which went in even quicker. This one started to fuck me while I lay there helpless. The only pain I was now feeling came from the clamps on my tits. It was not enough.

“Hey guys,” I said, “Have you got anything you can thrash my back with?”

“I've got a belt made of braided leather which should be ok, “ I heard Geoff say. He was not directly behind me and so I knew it was not him that was currently fucking me. He went off in search of the belt and in the meantime Dillon was pounding my arse. In a minute Geoff was back and in his hand was a thin leather belt which was quite flexible.

“I think this should do,” he said waving it about in a whipping motion.

“Ok, now bring it down on my back,” I said anxious to feel the effect of it on my body.

“Keep yourself out of the way Dillon,” Geoff said and a moment later I felt a line of fire cross my back as this new whip was brought down on me.

“It might cut you,” Geoff said to me.

“I don't care, Go with it,” I said. The desperation in my voice spurred him on and I felt another streak of pain. He continued aiming at different parts of my back each time.

Wow this was good. Dillon pounding my arse was now sending ripples of pleasure through me that I had never known until Geoff had started to thrash my back.

“Shit, seeing you being beaten like that really turns me on. I'm going to explode inside you,” I heard Dillon say between laboured breaths. About half a minute later he jabbed me really hard so that he entered me further than I had so far been penetrated and at that moment he filled his condom with his juice and flopped on my back. Geoff just managed not to hit him with the belt.

I felt elated and really horny realising that for the first time I had made someone come inside me.

“Pour the contents of the rubber on my back and let me feel your fresh cream soothe this exquisite pain,” I told Dillon.

Geoff's whipping had not broken the skin on my back otherwise they would not have done as I had asked. I was covered in livid red weals though and Dillon held the condom over parts of them so that his personal fluid landed in the right place. He then proceeded to spread the balm gently over my back. I loved the feel of his hands smoothing the silky liquid where the belt had struck me.

Meanwhile Geoff had rammed his cock inside me and it was his turn to ride me and he had promised it would be a rough ride. His cock was bigger than Dillon's both in length and girth. This did not matter to me but he wanted to make the best use of my arsehole and proceeded to pound me at a furious rate while at the same time slapping my hips and thighs as hard as he could. It was getting him more excited than me until Dillon picked up the belt and resumed what Geoff had been doing. Dillon was a lot gentler than Geoff until I urged him to give it some 'wellie'. With that he raised his arm and brought down the strap with more force than either had achieved before.

“Oh shit, you're bleeding,” he said. “Oh no you're not. It's looks like a really severe bruise though.”

“Good, what more could I ask for,” I said triumphantly. “Don't stop keep going. Every blow you give me makes Geoff's pounding even better and increases my chance of coming again while he's still screwing me.”

Dillon whacked my back with the same force while Geoff continued to pump my arse. My cock still with the clamps attached was throbbing madly once more and pre-cum was steadily dripping from it. Suddenly I had my second orgasm of the day while I felt Geoff's pounding change as he stabbed me deeply several times and his seed flowed out of him getting caught in his condom. Dillon stopped whipping me and Geoff collapsed on me causing the nipple clamps to bite my tits once more while the pressure on my back added to the pain from the whip marks.

“Save your cum so that I can drink it” I said to Geoff when I had recovered from my orgasm. “I want to feel that at least a part of you is inside me.”

Geoff waited until he had gone soft and then stood up and slowly withdrew from me holding onto the condom so as not to spill a drop of the semen it contained. Dillon had gone to fetch something to put it in and he returned with a small wineglass. Geoff carefully squeezed the precious liquid from the condom into it while Dillon undid the straps holding me in place. He had come a lot and there was a good mouthful there for me to savour. I had only eaten my schoolmate's cum before and now asking to eat Geoff's had been an instinctive reaction to the horny session the three of us had just enjoyed.

I tried to stand but had to be helped by Dillon who gripped me under the shoulders which still ached a lot from being suspended from the cross. The light in the cellar had been turned up and I saw that there was a full length mirror on one of the walls I stood in front of it and twisted a bit in order to see what state my back was in. I was pleased to see a great many streaks of red and purple which matched the throbbing pain coming from the same area. My arse cheeks were scarlet and there were purple bruise marks were the studs had broken the deeper blood vessels underneath. What met my eyes gave me a deep thrill and despite having come twice I felt my cock filling with blood again. Dillon removed the clamps attached to my nipples and foreskin and I became fully hard.

“I have never met anybody who responded to pain like you do,” Geoff said as he handed me the glass containing his cum. I just smiled as I did not understand it either.

I looked at the creamy liquid swirling it around and savouring it like a glass of wine. I don't think I've got a cum fetish but looking at the contents and knowing where it came from and how it got there made me realise how significant and symbolic it was. I tipped the glass so that only a small part of it reached my tongue. I let the drop rest there and felt the flavour slowly reach my tastebuds. Then I raised the glass toasted both the guys thanking them for giving me such a fantastic experience and poured the whole of the white liquid past my lips, only swallowing it after rolling it around and coating the inside of my mouth.

Dillon asked me if I wanted some cream to rub into my back. I refused saying that I wanted what was left of the pain to linger both physically and mentally for as long as possible. I also told them that I wanted to meet up with them again and that this time I wanted them to think up even more extreme ways of torturing me.

They helped me on with my clothes and I found that even the light weight of my t-shirt fired up the pain in my back. My pants and jeans did the same to my arse especially when I walked. I had a constant reminder of the torture that had been inflicted on me and I was loving it. I left the house and got back to my flat. I stripped off and went into the shower. The water was cold at first and it felt like I was being stabbed by hundreds of needles as it hit my back. It then became hot and the it seemed like knives piercing me. Needless to say my cock began to harden and this time I took it in hand and beat it until I shot a huge wad of spunk.

I came out of the shower and let the water dry on my skin rather than use a towel. I wasn't hungry but forced myself to have something to eat and drink before lying on the bed. I deliberately lay on my back as I knew it would put pressure on the tender areas. I felt my cock growing hard because of it but I did not touch myself, I simply closed my eyes and became engulfed in a sea of pain from which I derived sensations of real pleasure. Reliving the events of earlier, sleep started to overcome me and I had the most vivid of dreams where my body was being abused in ways that were close to the edge of life itself. When I awoke I was covered in sweat and my cock was sticky with spunk from yet another involuntary orgasm.

I had opened my eyes to a new day and, I hoped, even more painful experiences.