Life of the Party

Chapter 5 – TMO’s Revenge

 

I come to with a glass of ice-cold water being thrown on my face. I blink my eyes open and try to get my bearings. Waking up I am thinking what a terrible nightmare I just had - it seemed so real. Then the pain in my dick, balls, and ass come back into focus and I know it had been no nightmare.

 

As my eyes begin to focus, I see that my predicament has worsened. My hands are now stretched tightly over my head by a cord attached to the overhead beam. My ankles are cuffed and stretched tight by cords to railings on either side of me. The leash stretches my cock straight out in front of me and is tied off on a chair. I am stretched so tight that my toes are barely touching the floor. I am even more vulnerable than before being completely stretched out spread-eagle with all private parts available from any angle. Not only can I not cover myself, I can’t even move an inch in any direction. I am completely helpless and at the mercy of my captures. Although always present, the absolute feeling of helpless humiliation seems less important now.

 

As my eyes completely focus, I see all of my “new friends” sitting in rows of folding chairs in front of me looking me up and down, enjoying the pain in my eyes and drinking in my naked humiliation. As I look down I see what I already know from the pain, that the clothespins are still all in place almost completely covering my dick shaft and aching balls. Nancy and TMO walking back in forth in front of me admiring their work and anticipating the upcoming show.

 

It is like I am on stage as the main attraction at a school assembly. When I start to stir and strain against my bonds, the women quiet down and I hear scattered uneasy laughter and sporadic applause like they are even afraid of what is coming next. Nancy is holding the riding crop and softly slapping her other hand with it. TMO has a leather whip that has a handle that flared out to about 20 thin leather straps at the business end. I am getting a really bad feeling about this. TMO comes right up to me and grabs my face with her hand and spits in my mouth.

 

“Now Jack, I’m going to teach you what happens to assholes that think they can put their slimy little peckers anywhere close to my mouth. But before Nancy tells you about the next game, I want you to remember the stupid excuse you were babbling about after your dick slapped my face. You blamed it on the cockle burrs, so I want you to verify that they are still in place.”

 

She walks around behind me and after a couple of seconds that seems like minutes, she winds up and brings her whip up underhanded between my legs. I scream “NNNNOOOOO!!” as the leather tips flicker up with some of them causing the clothespins to clack together and others finding their mark on the skin on my dick and balls. But the worse part is a little delayed when the middle part of the whip where the leather tips are all together crashes up against my exposed butt hole. It drives the burrs far into the tender puckered skin and feels like at least one of the burrs is actually pushed inside my hole.

 

The women seem amazed at how violently I strain to get free, flinging from side to side, but with the exception of my head, I still can only move less than an inch. I am breathing heavy in and out with “oofhh” kind of sounds with each exhale.

 

TMO says with a sly smile “guess they do kind of hurt.” which receives a hoot and holler from the cockle burr woman that I had thought was a little nicer than the others.

 

Nancy comes forward and says, “while you were taking your little nap, we began discussing the logistics of removing your lovely clothespins. It is my contention that this riding crop is the most efficient means of removal.”

 

As she nods toward TMO she playfully continues “and your wannabe oral sex buddy here thinks that her whip is more efficient. What do you think?” 

 

I just stare at her in amazement and barely whisper, “are you really considering WHIPPING off a couple of clothespins?”

 

She repeats what I whispered to my fully clothed female audience in a load voice “Jack here wants to know if we intend to whip off a COUPLE of clothespins, isn’t that cute?”

 

With a laugh, as she clacks the pins hanging off my balls with the crop causing me to wince, she says to me “of course we’re not going to whip off a COUPLE of pins, that would be cruel.”

 

I stupidly breath a sigh of relief as she continues “I mean that would be cruel to our GUESTS, so Jack, we’re not going to whip off a COUPLE of pins, we’re going to whip off ALL of the pins!!!”

 

Standing ovation, pointing and laughing erupts. Nancy continues “we have an official score keeper who will count the blows and the removed pins for each of us. While you were out we verified the count – there are exactly 24 clothespins to be removed. We will take turns and if the score is tied at the end, we will move on to the cockle burrs for the bonus round. There are 9 of those, so no ties. But it’s going to be a challenge to get the one up your butt completely out without literally ripping you a new one.” The twins, who of course have a front row seat, giggle at this sick joke.

 

The two women start walking back in forth, licking their lips. TMO is almost giddy in anticipation.

 

Nancy says, “one more thing, you have a role to play too. You can direct us to hit softer or harder. Its your choice, but of course the softer we hit the less it hurts, but it will take more strikes to remove the pin and the harder we hit the more it will hurt, but the fewer blows it will take to remove the pin – the choice is all yours but once you indicate your preference it remains in effect until the pin is removed. This is an example of our kindhearted consideration we have for out party host. But remember, if you give up your right to indicate the firmness of the blows by not answering when we ask, the right transfers to the audience, and we will ask them from then on. OK, ready to get started?”

 

Like I had a choice.

 

Nancy says “Who goes first will be determined by who has the most control of their tools. We’ll test our control by taking a swing at the shaft of your outstretched dick and see who gets closer without actually striking it.”

 

As I look around, I can’t believe that there are this many women that totally enjoy seeing me tortured. Now I’m being reduced to a friggin party game for their amusement. Every time I look out at the mass of women my feeling of humiliation is exaggerated by seeing them all fully clothed with me being completely stretched out naked. I just wish they would stop looking me up and down the way they all do, gaining eye contact first before turning their gaze downward to my fully displayed and tortured cock and balls, making sure that I see them and know that they are enjoying my naked predicament.

 

I refocus to matters at hand as Nancy takes aim at my shaft and swings her riding crop downward and it just barely grazes the foreskin. As I wince, I’m thinking nice shot, like I give a damn who starts.

 

Next TMO steps up takes aim and takes a full swing at my defenseless member and her whip not only doesn’t miss, but the shards wrap completely around my shaft clacking the clothespins and making me see white. She shyly coos, “oops, I guess I lost.”

 

I know now that TMO is only in this to deliver as much pain as possible  to my dick that, in her mind, violated her by slapping on her unsuspecting tongue. 

 

So Nancy is first and she asks me “how do you want it soft or hard?” I’m thinking that obviously I should start with soft strokes and see if that knocks off the pins with the minimum of pain. So I quietly say “soft.” 

 

She takes aim at a pin on the side of my left nut and strikes a direct hit softly as she promised. I jump without moving because of my tight bondage, but the pin remains attached. She continues again and again and the pin slowly starts to slip a bit. The redundant whipping is increasingly painful and I’m wondering if “hard” would have been a better choice. After several smacks, Nancy finally accomplishes her task and the pin flies off and the blood rushing back to the pinned spot is much worse than the original pining and I am now beginning to hiss in and out between my teeth trying to stifle my groans knowing that the louder I scream the more fired up TMO gets.

 

Next up is TMO and as if she would listen to me, I mutter “very softly” – she must not of heard me. There are widespread gasps from the audience as she winds up and uses her muscular arms to drive a tremendous angle blow across the top of my outstretched shaft. The sound is an almost inhuman combination of clacking pins and leather slapping on delicate foreskin as several clothespins fly across the room. Her follow-through leaves her whip wound around my dick and when she jerks it back it rips additional pins roughly from my shaft in addition to twisting the barbed collar grotesquely and eliciting the most blood-curdling scream from my mouth that these women had ever heard. “AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

 

TMO just cackles in my watering eyes and whispers in my ear, “before we are through with you, I am going to watch up close as a slimy dirty dick slides in and out of your mouth and we’ll see how you like it. I barely comprehend what she is saying, but know deep down that while I just experienced the most intense pain in my life, I would endure that all day rather than let another man’s cock enter MY mouth. (I am once again wrong about this and getting closer to the time when this impossible thought, becomes possible.)

 

Without any time to rest, Nancy steps up and says “hard or soft?” I still can’t speak as my entire body is shaking uncontrollably. She says “OK, you know the rules, if you don’t make the call, the audience does – what’s it going to be girls?” I couldn’t believe the enthusiasm in the audience when they all shouted out “HARD!!!”

 

I look over at TMO leaning against a barstool and she actually has her hand down her shorts masturbating herself. She is actually getting off sexually by torturing me and watching me squirm and scream out in pain. My mind snaps back to matters at hand as Nancy takes perfect aim and strikes a mighty blow on the yellow shop clamp on the tip of my dick. Another blood curdling scream “ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” as the clamp goes flying and I’m sure that my dick must have been ripped off as well.

 

Somehow I am thinking to myself that the difference between the two tools doing a job on my genitals, is that Nancy’s riding crop is like a rifle with precise accuracy and TMO’s whip is more like a shotgun with less accuracy but a wider spread. I also realize that the clothespins that are barely hanging on like the ones along my shaft, came off more quickly, but more painfully and the pins that were further on with more skin pinched like the ones on the bottom of my balls took more blows to knock them off and while each blow was less painful, the numerous repetitions more than equaled out the pain scale. I thought the clothespins were painful when they were on, but it was a dull, ever increasing pain. When they are removed, the blood rushing back causes the pain to double. But when they are WHIPPED off, the pain is 100 times worse.

 

Obviously the girls are not really keeping score, because nobody could keep track of the pins flying across the room. Nancy and TMO continue on anyway, taking turns at ripping my manhood and enjoying the audience’s applause. It is the most humiliating and helpless feeling yet when I’m crying and pleading for them to stop and the entire audience just points and laughs and TMO laughs right in my face and proceeds to whip me even harder.

 

When we are down to the last clothespin, the twins jump up and plead with Nancy and TMO to let them have a whack at me. They reluctantly give up their control to the gorgeous girls now licking their lips standing in front of me sizing up their target that is far back on the underside of my scrotum.

 

I think that TMO is actually enjoying this more because she can concentrate on masturbating herself to a climax at my hopeless expense. I think that now that my eyes aren’t just watering  and I’m actually crying out load “OH, OH, OH, OH” is really putting her over the top.

 

The twins seem really excited and are fascinated at how my stretched out dick twitches and my balls shake up and down as they take a couple of practice swings. Now they start in earnest to attack their target, I am dismayed that they were not nearly as adept using their torture tools as Nancy and TMO. They seldom find their mark, but are enjoying themselves because of it. The one with the crop takes a full swing at the target and misses it completely with a SMACK directly against the front of my balls. She looks at her sister laughing and says “oops” as I fall loose in my bonds moaning “OOOOOHHHH NOOOO PLEEEESE NOOOOO!!!!”

 

I hear TMO gasping as she reaches her orgasm and the other sister says “wow that was fun, I love it when he thrashes about and screams like that, let me have my turn.” She swings the whip hard between my legs so that the tips of the whip slapped my ass crack reminding me that the cockle burrs are still in place. Again, I am thinking ‘armature, with that angle, there was no way you were knocking off the pin’ but I’m sure she feels success with my withering and renewed howling.

 

Eventually the gorgeous but inept twins are successful in removing the last clothespin to a round of standing ovation from the crowd.

 

Nancy comes up for some up close inspection and stretches my balls out to verify all of the pins had been removed as if it wasn’t obvious. The twins remain close by seeming to enjoy the special humiliation they cause me by staring at my dick and balls from close up.

 

Nancy takes the back-scratcher that I had experienced early on and with the aid of the twins to completely spread my ass cheeks, begins savagely scrape off the cockle burrs up my ass crack. Some of the women were becoming bored with my squirming and howling in pain and moving out of the room, but others are coming around to my back side to enjoy the final act of the show. It seems that Nancy, TMO and the twins, are insatiable and excited by each new variation of torture and my painful reaction.

 

It’s almost even more humiliating when you can hear and feel women behind you laughing and talking and not be able to see them. I feel several sets of hands pulling, poking, or slapping my ass checks.

 

Nancy continues her work now on the burrs that are on the outside of my butt hole. I am howling to their delight as she rips these off. The final cockle burr, as I feared, Is actually pushed up into my hole as a result of TMO’s savage whipping. Nancy puts the handle end of the scratcher up to my puckered hole and brutally pushes it inside.  There definitely isn’t room for the burr and the handle up my butt as a begin to convulse in my bondage. I hear gasps from the butt-side crowd, and giggling from the twins. Nancy was right with her prediction, it does feel like she’s ripping me a new one. As she grinds the handle up my butt, the tips of the burrs must be breaking off in my inside skin. She twists and moves the handle up my crack so that it is acting like a crowbar. The remains of the burr eventually pops out to a final round of applause.

 

Nancy holds up the riding crop and whip and says, “Anyone want another whack at is stretched out dick before I release him from the leash?”

 

“I DO, I DO!!!” the twins were chanting in unison.  They come around front and each take a torture tool. One of them says, “doesn’t that look nice, see how nice and red his balls are getting.”  I’m thinking it doesn’t look so nice to me, the subjects of my fantasies, preparing to do a number on my outstretched dick.

 

The one with the crop says, “can I give him a whack on his balls first, I really liked the way it sounded when I accidentally smacked them before.”

 

“Well Jack, is that OK with you. If not, we’ll turn you over to her.” Nodding over to TMO.

 

“No, no, anybody but her.”

 

I thought you would agree Jack. So now look her in the eyes and ask her to please smack you as hard as she can on the balls.”

 

The crop-wielding twin stands up and gains eye contact with her beautiful green eyes. Nancy has dreamed up another way to accentuate my humiliation as I turn beet red and say “would you please whip my balls as hard as you can with your riding crop?”

 

Again, as if she knew about my thoughts, she says with a smirk, “I’ll bet this too wasn’t part of your fantasy about me. How humiliating for you to actually beg me to smack your balls. I have just taken away your last shred of dignity.”

 

My head is spinning with her comments and I know she is right. I just want to disappear.

 

She stand to the side of my stretched out member and takes a mighty swing right under the shaft and squarely between my balls, WHHHACK.

 

“Nice shot sis.” With a laugh. “I like the way his balls shake with the recoil.”

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

 

I am still shuttering when the other twin swings the whip hard across my shaft and the whip tips wrap around me several times.  As she pulls back the tips get tangled together and are now just twisting the barbed collar around my dick and ripping my foreskin with it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

 

Out of nowhere, the ridding crop has found its new mark right on the tip of my dick with another load SMMACK.

 

“NNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!,, OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

 

As they walk away the whip is still hanging from my dick.

 

Nancy declares TMO as the winner of the contest, although I don’t know why other than to torment me further. TMO slowly stands up in her post climatic state and says “somebody bring me a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush.  I am just looking at her with puzzled fear in my watering eyes.

 

To be Continued …

 

Thanks for reading my story, I hope you are all enjoying it. I do appreciate your feedback. The story is generally true with Chapter 1 being completely true. The following Chapters so far are based on actual events but embellished for the written story. So any ideas for future chapters would be appreciated especially if any women out there that have ideas on how to further humiliate Jack, please e-mail.