Chapter 1 - Initiation.

I’ll preface this by saying that I don’t have a submissive bone in my body. What happens to me is in no way willful on my part, the following events could only happen to me if I was forced and had no other way out.

This all started when a woman I worked with, I’ll call her Nancy, intercepted some files of mine that would incriminate me. If she told my manager, I would definitely lose my job and maybe even do jail time.  One day she told me that we needed to talk and that I should come to her house that afternoon. Of course I did what she told me. When I arrived at her house, I found that she was having some kind of party with about 20 women in her living room. I thought it was strange that there were no men. She led me to a room in the back of the house where we were alone. I have always found Nancy to be attractive with auburn hair which I always dreamed about verifying that it was her natural color, big brown eyes that could look right inside you, she had a small build with medium size breasts. I never hit on her because she was married. I had met her husband and thought he was nice enough (I had no idea how “close” he and I would come in the next few days). She proceeded to tell me about the files and that she was prepared to go to my manager and even had his number programmed in her cell phone. I pleaded with her and told her I would do anything she wanted if she would return the files and not tell anybody. She said “anything?”, I said yes. She said “excellent, follow me.” We went out to the living room and she told me to stand in the middle. She then told the women about our arrangement and asked what they thought she should have me do. A woman in the back said “I think we need to get a better look at him.”  Nancy commanded “you heard the lady, strip!” I was in shock, the whole thing seemed unreal. I said “you can’t expect me to take my cloths off in front of all these women.” Nancy said “you said you would do anything, and this is what I want.” I hesitated until Nancy took out her cell phone and opened it. I reluctantly and slowly took off my shoes and socks. As I dropped them to the floor one of the women immediately snapped them up. I took off my shirt and there were a few cat calls. When I unzipped my pants and started to take them off, there was laughter and I heard one woman say “I can’t believe he’s actually doing this in front of us.” When the pants were off, I was completely embarrassed as all of the women had closed in to get a better look. I spread my arms and said “there you have it, now I need to leave.” Nancy said “no way, finish the job”. I pleaded “please let me go, don’t make me do this, I’ll do anything you want.” A woman said “looks to me you already are doing what she wants” Nancy said “lose the fucking underwear or I make the call.” I couldn’t believe that I didn’t have a choice about stripping naked in front of 20 fully clothed women. I slowly slid my underwear over my hips and immediately covered my cock with both hands. I wiggled out of the briefs and the same woman grabbed them from the floor and stuffed them with the other cloths far from my reach. I stood there slouched over with my legs crossed and my hands over my dick and looked around to see twenty sets of eyes of fully clothed women looking at my crotch. They were all pointing and laughing at me. One woman behind me slapped my bare ass and made me jump and instinctively move my hands  to more whooping and laughter. I quickly regained my grip on my shrinking member. I could see that Nancy was enjoying this immensely and was in no hurry to finalize my humiliation. She took a seat directly in front of me and said “now stand up straight and spread your legs. I moved my legs a little. She said “farther” I moved a few more inches. As she opened the cell phone she said “god damn it, you are going to obey my orders or I’m making the call, now spread your legs as far as they go. I did so. Now Nancy said “ put your right hand behind your head. I slowly did so and heard additional heckling and laughter. Now she said “ the moment we have been waiting for, put your left hand behind your head.” I pleaded for a last time “please don’t” She laughed and said “its still your choice, do it or I call.”  Its still all like a dream, I’m completely embarrassed and the thought of all these women looking at me completely  spread out, naked and vulnerable is overwhelming. I close my eyes and start to move my hand and Nancy says “Stop!, open your eyes, I want you to fully experience your crowning moment of your complete helpless humiliation by seeing all these women looking, pointing and laughing at your predicament.” I can feel that my dick has shriveled up like I had a cold shower because of the feeling of humiliation. The foreskin was almost completely covering the head which will make this moment of hell even worse. I slowly move my hand up to my head and the room erupts. I see women actually embarrassed themselves or maybe feeling sorry for me, but they have there hands up to their mouths, blushing, and gasping at the sight. I hear “I can’t believe this wimp is actually standing nude in front of us” and somebody else says “look how tiny his dick is”. I am totally beet red as I see them all pointing and laughing. I see their eyes go between my eyes down to my crotch as they drink in my naked humiliation. Nancy says “now kneel at my feet with your knees spread wide.” I’m in a daze now and immediately obey. She starts playing with my dick and balls with one of her feet, softly kicking it back and forth and smashing her foot into my balls. Then she reaches down and roughly grabs my dick and pulls me forward with it. With her other hand she grabs my balls and stretches them opposite of my dick. Then she takes both hands and twists my dick like it’s a wind up clock. I let out a little scream as she twists it a full turn and a half. She then commands he to kiss her feet. With my hands behind my head, my head basically falls on her feet. As I’m licking her feet, I can her laughter coming closer behind me. With my knees spread wide apart, my balls are completely exposed and vulnerable to anybody back there. The women are now up to within a couple of feet of me getting a close up look at anything they want to. I feel something like a stick moving my dick and balls around and then with out notice, I hear the loud smack slightly before I feel my balls start on fire. I jump and scream to a round of applause and laughter.  

To be continued…

Chapter 2 – The Leash

I’m reaching around to stop any more pain to my balls when Nancy shouts “ enough of this bullshit, secure his hands behind his back.” Before I could even comprehend the situation there were several women on top of me forcing me face down on the floor.  Nancy obviously anticipated this because she threw a nylon strap to the women on top of me. One of them sure knew her knots because within seconds my hands were secured tight behind my back. They then also bound my elbows as close together as they would go. They quickly rolled me over and I quickly realized that I was helpless. The girls were all standing around looking down at my helpless and vulnerable state. Nancy said “based on your pleading and beat red face, I’m guessing that you are not enjoying your complete helpless humiliation as much as we are. What do you girls think we should do to get his mind off his humiliation?”  One women suggested “let’s use him as a sex toy” another woman, that I would come to know as “The Mean One” said “screw that, you can have sex with your boyfriend. This pathetic piece of crap is our play toy. I don’t want him to experience any pleasure in our presence. The only thing that would resemble sex to this scum is to torture him into licking my ass or maybe later we can call one of our gay friends and make this guy lick underneath his balls and suck his dick in front of us. But now, I want to see him squirm, scream out in pain, and beg us to stop as we laugh in his face.” Nancy said “OK Let’s take his mind off his extreme humiliation with a little pain.” and pulled out a device that caused my jaw to drop in horror. It was some kind of leash that on one end had a small leather collar about three inches long with snaps on the ends and what looked like about 3/8inch brads nailed through the leather. My head was swimming with horrifying thoughts of what she intended to do with this thing and prayed that it wasn’t the obvious – IT WAS!!!

Nancy was all of sudden straddling my chest pushing the collar in front of my face and said “Say hello to your new friend. I like to think of it as your attitude adjuster.” She slid down and grabbed my dick and I knew my prayers had not been answered because she intended to snap that hellish looking thing on my dick. She pulled my dick tight and said to “The Mean One” hold this tight. She stretched my dick even further and I was arching my body up to relieve the pressure. Nancy wrapped the collar around my dick and snapped the ends together. I let out a little moan, but then realized that it didn’t hurt that bad. Nancy stared at me and said “The barbs won’t hurt that much normally, but will keep the collar from slipping off when the leash is yanked. The only time it will hurt is when I do yank it or someone grabs your dick and squeezes.” She then demonstrated by giving the leash a little yank. I let out a little gasp. “The Mean One” reached in and grabbed my dick with both hands and squeezed hard. It was the most pain I had ever felt. (It would take a couple more days for me to realize that I could actually realize more pain than this moment.) I screamed out “NOOOOOOOO!!!!” She laughed and said now that’s more like it, let the games begin.

I could only imagine what kind of “games” she had in mind. As Nancy stood up and yanked on the strap, I was scrambling to stand as fast as possible without the use of my hands. Once up she led me around the room like a puppet on a string, I was so embarrassed. She said “This leash is just what we need to train our new dog. Who wants to see him kneel?” Shouts of approval and with a mighty jerk on the leash I fell to my knees. “Who wants to see him on his tip toes?” More applause and I’m again trying to stand as fast as I can but obviously not fast enough for Nancy who is stretching my member grotesquely until I’m up as far as possible on my toes. She immediately pulls down to get me back on my knees and no sooner there, back up to my tiptoes. The ladies are laughing out load like they are at a comedy club. I’m trying to keep my screams muffled inside, but I’m pretty sure this won’t last long. “The Mean One” says “let’s take a break.” Nancy actually looks like she’s going to let me rest when “The Mean One” grabs the leash and ties it to a cord that I hadn’t noticed before. The cord ran through an eyebolt in a beam overhead. She pulled the cord tight so that I again was on tiptoes. They are all standing around as I’m breathing hard and muffling groans. Again it seems surrealistic that I’m standing here in front of twenty fully clothed women on my tiptoes with my hands tied securely behind my back and dick stretched to the ceiling, totally exposed and vulnerable to what ever these sadistic women want to see or do to me. “The Mean One” gives me a little squeeze and says “Let’s go fix ourselves some drinks, he’s not going anywhere.” As they move to the other room, the ones behind me either pinch or slap my ass as they walk by and almost cause me to loose my tiptoe footing causing incredible pain to my dick. My feet and legs begin to tire and gravity is taking over. My dick is pulling further and further away and the barbs are really digging into my foreskin I wish it would slip off, but the bards are doing the job Nancy said they would.

It seems they are gone forever and I’m starting to sweat and groan out loud. Just then the doorbell rings and Nancy comes through to answer it pinching my balls on the way causing me to yelp. My total humiliation is rekindling all over again with the front door just fifteen feet away and a little to the side and me facing right at it. If somebody comes in that door, I’m the first thing they will see. Its almost like I’ve become a little familiar with these twenty girls that have been here for the whole ride and feel better with them than with new strangers that may be behind that door. I’ll be more humiliated and embarrassed stretched out like this in front of new “strangers”. Who could it be, is it somebody I know – please not that. I sure hope it is not the gay friend they were talking about having me lick his balls and suck his dick for their amusement. I’m absolutely sure that there would be no amount of pain that they could administer that would make me lick the balls or suck the dick of another man (It would be more than a day later before I knew how wrong I was about this). As Nancy opened the door, I heard only female voices. Nancy said “come on in, the party is already started and your host is anxious to see you - or should I say he is anxious to have you see him” and she laughs. I was a little relieved that there was no men’s voices until the door closed.

There stood another six women increasing my embarrassment but then I started jerking around trying to get free when I realized that they all worked at my company. My biggest dread came true immediately when the two twins almost ran over in front of me. They too were almost embarrassed and blushed a little. The twins were about the most beautiful women I had ever seen. They were petite strawberry blonds with green eyes and smallish breasts – they were identical twins. I had hit on one or both numerous times with no success. I fantasized about how perky their little breasts must be and milky their fair skin would be standing in front of me naked. I fantasized about both of them together – on their knees, one sucking my cock will the other licked my balls until I came over both of their gorgeous faces and in their open mouths.

Back to reality, the gravity had me beginning to groan ever louder as the other girls returned to watch my predicament. I’m saying to the twins pathetically “No, no, please don’t look at me down there, look up at my face” But the twins were looking me up and down from a couple of feet in front of me and then squatted down and seemed quite fascinated at how far my dick was being stretched. My humiliation was even greater when they moved in closer to about 6 inches to get a good look at my privates. They both flicked the tip of my dick with their fingers causing a little jump and shuffling for balance. One of them said “you don’t look like such a big stud now.”  The other said “as a matter of fact, you have the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen.” Roars of laughter erupt, and my helpless humiliation has culminated by the first one saying, as she grips my barbed dick and looks into my eyes, “I bet you never fantasized this!” and twists my dick a full turn around, doesn’t even seem possible, I’m sure its painful in best of situations, but with the barbed collar, all I could do was scream out “PLEEEEEEEEEASE STOOOOOOOP!!!”

To be continued…

Chapter 3 – Up Close and Personal

Nancy releases the leash from the cord overhead and the relief in my legs and dick is immense.

She says “Take a seat everybody, time for the next party game.” As she passes a cloth bag to “The Mean One”(I’ll just call her TMO from here on out since she is becoming more and more paramount in my misery.)

“Here, pass these out.” 

TMO takes a look in the bag and gives me a smirk and says “excellent”.

As the first woman dips into the bag, I am watching with great interest. She pulls out a clothespin. As my mind spins thinking of the things my tormentors could do with clothespins – none good, I try to pull back away only to receive a huge jerk from Nancy.

“Where do you think you’re going Jack, time for you to get to know your guests a little better, or should I say time for them to get to know YOU a little better.”

“Girls, I feel like a lousy hostess, I haven’t even properly introduced our host. This is Jack from my workplace. I now own Jack and he will do whatever any of us want him to. I love how frightened he looks right now and can only imagine the overwhelming feeling he must have of utter helplessness and complete humiliation. Just look him up and down, his nakedness must feel 100 times more intense with all of us fully clothed.” She laughs and finishes with “just wait and see what we have in store for tomorrow.”

As the clothespins were distributed to all, Nancy pulls the leash tight and I’m obliged to follow as she parades me around the room in front of the women. My embarrassment and humiliation are renewed as the women are giggling and pointing and since they are all seated, they are at dick level, which exaggerates my discomfort. Occasionally a woman will stare close up at my privates and then look up to my eyes and laugh at my complete helplessness.

“Our host is going to get to know each of you a little better one-on-one so please wait your turn. This is your change for a little personal attention, so you can look at anything you want as close as you want, you can touch, probe, slap or do anything else you can think of to any part of his body to maximize his humiliation, you can command him to perform any action you desire, please no sexual orders at this time. Later on you will all have the opportunity to force him to service you with his tongue in any way you want. You will be able to humiliate him further by having him beg to lick your ass and stick his tongue up your bung hole in front of all of us, or if you are more shy, you can have him secured in a private setting for you to live any fantasy you have. But please when that time comes, remember the cock and balls are for torture, the tongue is for your pleasure. We in no way want this slave to have any sexual gratification for himself. So for this game anything else goes and remember before he moves on to the next guest, place your clothespin somewhere on his cock or balls so that he remembers you personally. So let’s get started.”

I am straining back against the leash as much as I can stand but eventually I am pulled  up close in front of the first girl, it is another one that I know from work – just my luck.

TMO says “I love the way he resists and strains against his bonds even though he must know that it is hopeless to do so and we control his painful destiny. To see him squirm and moan is really very exciting. And Nancy, you are a great slave owner, I love it when he’s pleading with you to let him go because he can’t take any more and you just laugh in his face and increase the pain level.”

The first woman was more embarrassing and humiliating to me than painful because she knew me from work as she pinches and pokes at my cock and balls and says “Hi Jack.”. The next few are fairly tame as well and are a little embarrassed themselves for touching a dick in public. They do a little pulling and slapping and fairly quickly place their clothespins so that I can be jerked forward by Nancy.

The fifth woman is different from the first four and is now about a foot in front of me staring at crotch level looks up at me and says “I expect you to be at eye level when I’m talking to you.” I hesitate for a split second and feel the fire in my dick as Nancy savagely yanks down hard. I am immediately on my knees breathing heavily through my teeth. The woman slaps my face and then grabs me by my chin and says “ I’m going to make a lasting impression. Spread your knees as far as they go and do so immediately without being told when ever a guest commands you to your knees. Also keep your legs spread when you are allowed to stand as well. You have no rights, privacy, or dignity any longer.”

“Jack, you always ignored me at work like I wasn’t good enough for you. I guess you’re not ignoring me now.” The twins chime in “right on sister.” “I’m going to tell you first what I’m going to do so that you can think about it and squirm a little in anticipation.

First, you’ll back up a couple of feet on your spread knees so that I can get a good look and kick at your balls. Next you will stand and approach with your legs spread for me to conduct a through probing examination of your cock and balls, and then with Nancy holding your arms back, I’m going to test that leash to see if I can pull it off without unsnapping it. And finally I’ll adorn you with a special clamp instead of a  clothespin right on the tip of your dick.”

I was in a daze and frozen in time.

“What the fuck are you weighting for” barks Nancy.

I waddle backward on my stretched out knees and as scripted the woman comes up hard with her foot right on the bottom side of my balls. I start doubling over with white pain when Nancy yanks me to my feet.

The woman is then within inches of my crotch pinching and probing my most private parts like she was selecting a hunk of meat at the market. She stretches my dick up and grabs both aching balls and pulls them downward. This is getting lots of attention from the crowd yielding mean spirited laughter.

When she has satisfied her curiosity, she motions to Nancy. Nancy is automatically joined by TMO who both stand behind we one holding each arm and brace themselves for what is next. The woman grabs the leash and gives a couple of shacks like she’s using the reigns on a horse. Then she starts pulling harder right in front of her amused devious face. She moves a little to the side as she stretches further and is now no more than 2 inches from the side of my distended member. As she pulls, the skin it is bunching up around the head so that there is no possible way it will slip off.

As she increases the pressure, my muffled scream becomes louder and louder between gasps of “PLEEEASE SSTTOOOOP!!!!, I’ll do anything you want.”

Again a voice in the back “you already are doing anything we want”

When it feels like my dick is going to rip off my body, she lets up, gives my rod a good squeeze around the barded collar to produce one last gasp from me. Instead of a clothespin, she pulls out small clamp out that has yellow handles and is something you would see in a garage shop and places it right on the sensitive foreskin just over the tip of my dick and says “next.” One down and about 25 to go, it’s going to be a long night.

To be continued

Chapter 4 – My Big Mistake

I continue my long plight from woman to woman with something new at each stop. I’m now out in the middle of the room, always now with my legs spread as far as they will go completely exposed and vulnerable from all sides.

With so many women, I am completely surrounded so that the guest I’m servicing is working me over there always seems to be somebody behind me slapping my ass, spreading my ass checks and laughing or reaching between my legs and pinching or slapping my balls. When I instinctively jump, the one in front would punish me more severely for moving when she told me to be perfectly still.

At one point one of the women actually takes me outside in the fenced back yard. The feel of the crisp outside air, sunlight, and openness renews and increases 10 fold my feeling of helpless humiliation. I instinctively want to hide behind something and cover myself, which of course is impossible (by this time tomorrow, I would know all too well how much more intense all of my feelings could be outdoors in the open). She takes me to a patch of thistle covered with cockle burrs and tells me to gather some for her any way I can. I was totally freaking out that she is going to make me pick them up with my dick. However, she doesn’t protest when I put my foot out and gingerly step down. It hurt a little, but far better than what I feared. I lift my foot and she removes about 10 burrs from my foot onto a small plate. I am thinking this isn’t so bad, maybe this girl is different. We go back inside where she finishes up with a well thought out place for her clothespin, since we were beginning to run out of bare skin.

By now I have “met” over half of the women and have learned the hard way that where and how they place their clothespins makes all the difference. The ones that pinch a lot of skin on my scrotum created more of a dull pain that increased overtime as they remain attached. The ones that are barely attached on just a bit of skin, especially those along the shaft have more of an immediate sharp pain that remained constant over time. The most painful are those placed far back on the underside of my balls reaching back toward my butt hole. This skin is the most sensitive and they also are pushed against whenever I am forced from standing to kneeling and back (I’ll learn soon enough that the clacking together and twisting of the pins would cause the most intense pain so far.) One woman actually has me turn around and bend over and has two of her friends pull my ass checks apart for her enjoyment. She pokes around for a long time with one of those Chinese wooden backscratchers that on one side has curved tines (the side used for scratching) which was a whole new dimension of humiliation having my butt completely stretched out and vulnerable for all. She uses the curved side to dig into the soft skin of my balls and pulls as far as she could. She uses the other side, the smooth side, like a riding crop to slap my ass and balls as she and her cheek stretching friends laugh. She uses the handle in to poke my butt hole to see me squirm. Then as she finishes, she places her clothespin right on the puckered skin around my bung hole.

The next woman is telling me to beg her to perform her torture acts.

When I refuse, TMO is right there behind me reaching between my spread knees and twisting two of the clothespins in opposite directions. The pain is so intense, that I have no choice once again.

So I find myself now pleading “please mistress, slap my dick and balls with your riding crop 20 times until tears come to my eyes” which brings the loudest applause and laughter yet. I hear in the background “What a loser”, “what a wimp”, and “this is the most fun I’ve ever had with a man – and with my clothes on.”

With that, the woman commands me to count the blows as my dick is stretched out far and I am forced to bend over backwards so that she has a better shot at my balls. She starts on the head of my dick which is free from clothespins.

 “One”, then again harder on the tip.

“Two” now she starts working her way down the shaft to my balls.

“Three, Four, Five.” Each smack hits the ever increasing number of clothespins causing them clack together and makes me jerk in pain.

By the time she reaches the soft ultra sensitive underside of my balls, she was on fifteen. She is really enjoying my squirming and gasping as are the observers, many of whom are shouting out the count as well. She was using more force now and by eighteen my eyes are watering and I can’t see but I’m sure my balls are a bloody mess.

Nineteen is a direct hit between my balls and ass hole.

“AARGGGGGH!!! – NINETEEN!”

Twenty is right against the clothespin on my hole and the pain goes all through my body.

All I can say is “AAAAAAAAAA!!!”.

I collapse into the arms of the women that are bending me over. My tormentor says “you didn’t call out twenty, I guess I’ll have to start over at one.”

I immediately begin convulsing and struggling harder than ever against my bonds at this horrifying thought when she says to a roar of laughter “just kidding” and places her pin far back behind my balls.

As I’m being yanked to my next guest by Nancy, I experience a brief sense of relief seeing that it is the last one because my dick and balls feel like they are about to fall off. Then my relief is replaced with a feeling of sheer terror when I see that the last one is no other than “THE MEAN ONE” aka TMO.

She looks like she has been sitting back enjoying the show and is sitting very seductively drinking a glass of wine with this mean looking smirk on her face. TMO is a stunning sight at nearly 6 feet tall, slim long legs, small firm breasts, blue eyes and long golden blond hair.

She grabs the leash from Nancy and savagely  pulls me to my knees and having learned my lesson, I immediately spread my knees as far as they will go. She seems intrigued by how many clothespins are on my cock and balls. She begens clacking them together with her fingers which makes the pain even worse.

Nancy says to TMO “you are the best at making him squirm. Look, he is actually trembling as you clack his pins.” More laughter when I plead with her to stop.

She completely ignores me and continues with the clacking for several minutes. When she tires of this, she looks right in my eyes and twists two of the pins on my balls in opposite directions like she did before, but twists further this time. My knees begin to buckle as I try to back away. TMO gives Nancy a look and Nancy immediately grabs the leash and pulls me back to within inches of TMO’s face. She’s licking her lips and I can see in her eyes that she is truly enjoying this as she twists even further.

As I put my head back and scream “AAAAAHHHH!!!, NOOOOO!!!” I realize that my pain is getting TMO off sexually. I still have my head back so the jerk upward takes me by surprise and it feels like she’s pulling my dick off by the time I scurry to my feet. Next she takes a device from her bag and holds it up for me and the women to see. My jaw drops in anticipation. The women are all talking amongst themselves and yelling words of approval and encouragement, as if TMO needed any additional motivation.

The device looks to be made out of stainless steel with about an eight inch handle. The end is forked in two with a spiked wheel attached between the forks on an axle. It looks like a little spur with a straight handle. The spiked wheel turns freely and the spikes look really sharp.

She demonstrates the usage on my stomach and chest. It hurts everywhere and especially on the nipples. Now she pulls the leash even tighter and ties it off on the arm of her chair. Now my dick is no more than three inched from her beautiful face. Looking down at that site, her wonderful lips and partially open mouth two inches from my cock almost gives me a little twinge in my groin, but I am quickly brought back to reality by a firm grip on the collar.

TMO says “I want you to watch me do this to you, if you look away, it will be much, much worse.”

She brings the hellish device to the tip of my dick and begins rolling it along the head. I was breathing hard and was making little “uph” sounds.

Meanwhile, there is increased activity behind me and I know I can’t afford to glance back to see with TMO’s threat. I can feel two women  pulling my ass checks far apart and with my legs spread, I am totally exposed front and back and bottom.

Then I feel a different sensation. It is like little pin pricks starting at the top of my crack and going down about every inch right in the crevice of my crack.

My attention is brought back up front as TMO is very amused with women gathering around pointing and whispering amongst themselves at my helpless expense. She is rolling her cruel device down on my shaft zigzagging between the clothespins and my gasps, no matter how hard I tried to muffle them, were getting louder.

On the back side, there is a sense of excitement with a lot of women gathering around as the pin pricks now reach all the way down to the soft skin right on my butt hole opening and even feel like one was right in the hole. The pricks do not hurt much, especially compared to what TMO is inflicting on my dick shaft.

Behind me I hear a woman say “Oh my god, look at that, that is amazing.”

And another say “I can’t believe you’re doing that to him, this is going to be great.”

And still another “you take the prize for originality.”

Now TMO has made her way down to my balls and is squeezing the base of them to make the skin very tight. I had no idea how sensitive this makes them. As she rolls the spiked wheel on my stretched balls, I try to squirm away but am firmly kept in place by the leash.

With TMO grasping and torturing my balls, her face was now just an inch or two from the tip of my dick. Her eyes look wild when she glances up at me.

What happens next all occurs in a very short time.

With TMO doing a number on my balls, I am now screaming in pain “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” over and over again, which makes TMO even more aggressive and she is laughing out loud.

But with all of the attention on my backside, with lots of women now pointing and laughing, I am finally able to place in my mind what those pin pricks up my crack could be. But then it was too late.

As I gasp out “COCKLE BURRS!!!”, the ass check girls slam my ass back together and it feels like a blow torch is up my butt. I almost pass out as I jump forward.

As I am still looking down at TMO, I realize what a monumental mistake this is. I am already imagining the terrible retribution that is in my future as I see the tip of my dick lung forward with a direct hit right into the laughing mouth of TMO!!!

She falls backwards spitting and dropping the wheel from hell (that I knew now I would really get to know somewhere down the road). TMO is blushing with embarrassment and then turns beet red with anger.

She grabs my dick and squeezes so hard on the barded collar and clothespins that I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

As I was passing out, I hear her say “I can’t believe you stuck you pathetic little dick in MY mouth in front of MY friends. We were thinking about releasing you, but now JACK must pay.”

To be continued…

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.

Chapter 6 – Jack Off?

TMO releases the strap stretching my dick and unbuckles the collar so that my dick is free of pain for the first time in more than 2 hours. It is such a relief that I actually sigh “Ahhh!!” I look down at my poor dick and see small red bruises and a little dried blood where the barbs have cut into me. She brings a chair and places it right in front of me and says, “I’m going to clean you up a little bit before I allow you some relief and let you come. I’m on alert right away because I don’t trust her at all. What could she possibly be talking about? One of the women brings up a bucket of warm soapy water and an industrial strength scrub brush. Without another word TMO grabs the brush out of the water and starts scrubbing my dick and balls with the brush. The stiff bristles were quite painful on my already tender genitals and the soap is stinging the barb abrasions. TMO, of course, is enjoying this as she presses the stiff bristles into my scrotum. She scrubs every inch of my dick, balls, ass and everything in between. I could have never imagined what was next up for me.

TMO says as she is drying my privates with a towel “now, you little shithead, I’m going to make your day and allow your pathetic little dick to come.” It was starting to make sense when she snaps the collar back around my dick.

To gain an erection with this hellish thing on my dick would undoubtedly be the worse pain so far. But I’m fairly confident that there is nothing to worry about with the current level of pain and the ever present feeling of helpless humiliation of being exploited like this in front of all these clothed women, many of which I knew previously, I’m sure there is no risk of an erection. TMO says “if this pathetic tiny dick even gets a little bit bigger, the barbs on the inside of this collar are going to dig in deep.” She gives my dick a squeeze to emphasize. She continues “It’s an experiment for us to see if your pig desire to come is stronger that your threshold for pain. This should be fun.” A woman in the audience agrees with me and says “there’s no way you’re going to be able to make him come, just look at him, he’s tiny to start with and now he’s totally shriveled in humiliation.” I fell a renewed wave of embarrassment with the laughter and pointing as I feel their eyes on my crotch.

TMO says “Don’t worry, there are always ways to make a man come, no matter what the pain is. Twins, are you ready?” My head is swimming as I see the twins return and come right up to me wearing only jeans and matching bikini tops. My loins are already stirring when TMO says “OK girls do your thing, you’ll be rewarded in the end.”

I barely comprehend this last statement and let it pass as the twins simultaneously reach back and undo their tops and let them drop to the floor. I can’t believe what I’m seeing; it’s like my fantasy, but in a twisted way real. The subjects of my desires are now standing directly in front of me, naked from the waist up. Their breasts are even greater than in my dreams. They are smallish, the way I like them, and very firm with hard pink nipples. Their skin is so fair and fine that they both seem to be creamy pink all over.

After staring in my eyes for what seems like an eternity, I watch the two of them come even closer and drop to their knees right in front of my bound cock. I’m already feeling the inevitable and my dick is twitching up and down. The twins each reach out to touch my sex with one of them softly holding my shaft and the other caressing my balls. I’m getting harder and the barbs are starting to dig into my foreskin. Now I’m experiencing tunnel vision and the other women, even Nancy and TMO are blocked out of my consciousness. All I am aware of is my dream girls.

I shutter when I watch the two of them go to work. One is licking the tip of my dick and the other is down further licking my balls. It was exactly like my fantasy. I am barely aware of the increasing pain in my shaft as I continue with my hard on. The whole time the twins’ maintain eye contact with me. They seem to be enjoying themselves; I am mesmerized by one down lower, those beautiful green eyes looking up at me while she flicks her tongue all over my balls, her nose presses in against the soft skin. I am thinking that she is going to lick further back to my favorite spot to be licked, that very sensitive area between my balls and my butt hole, but she stops short with a little giggle when I groan. (I would find out tomorrow that this is not my favorite spot when it’s me doing the licking.)

TMO was right, there is always a way to make a man come, no matter the pain. Right now the pain is immense but ignored by me. I see no downside to what is happening (another big mistake) and I am just concentrating on coming in the mouths of these beautiful creatures. I am starting to moan in ecstasy and the twins come up for air. They can tell I am close to shooting and the one that was licking my balls is now right in front of me with her inviting mouth wide open, tongue out, a receptacle waiting for my seed with her hands massaging my nuts and the other one, that had been licking my shaft, is now vigorously jacking me off two inches in front of her sister’s incredible mouth. I think now that my shaft is bleeding, but at this point I obviously don’t care.

I know I’m coming and what a great site it is looking down at my dream girls between my legs. Then, the receptacle twin feels my balls begin to constrict and says “now” and she moves away and the hand job twin starts jerking as hard and fast as possible and a huge load of my seed shoots forward, but only the floor is there as a receptacle, not the beautiful, green eyed beauty that was there with open mouth just a second before. The jackoff twin pumps me dry and is completely inconsiderate of the collar digging into me.

TMO comes up and thanks the twins and turns to me and says, “That’s funny Jack, Jack-off, Jack, Jack-off, what do you think. Now we have no time to waste” and pulls out a new contraption that looks like a large pen but with a two-pronged tip. TMO demonstrates the new device by turning it on yielding a snapping sound and what looks like an electrical surge between the two tips. She says “say hello to your new friend, its like a miniature cattle prod” and she proceeds to pres it into my testicles that elicits a shutter and yelp from me.

She then comes up close to my face and says “that was set to 2 and it goes up to 10 so this is not the time to fuck with me” as I see her set the device up to 8.  “You will do what ever I tell you immediately or I will hurt you more than you can imagine. You got that”

I just nod knowing that she was serious and confident that she could indeed hurt me really bad.

I am wondering how I came from being in twin heaven to this.

TMO cuts the cord over my head and with my legs tied in the ultimate spread, fall immediately on my face. I sense the twins tying my hands behind my back before they release my legs. TMO quickly yanks the leash forward and I scurry as fast as I can on my knees until we were right in front of the audience.

I instinctively spread my knees wide with out being commanded as I was trained to do earlier. Again comfortable clothed females shift their line of sight from my pleading eyes down to my naked privates.

I don’t immediately notice anything else until TMO commands “Now, bend over and put your lips to the floor.” As I obey, knowing from before that once I committed and was bent over, with my hands tied behind me, I wouldn’t be able to pick my head up again, I see, to my horror that this is the place where most of my seed has flown. TMO is right behind me now and is pushing my legs even further apart with her feet and bens over and pushes the new device to a spot between my ass hole and balls, the place that only a minute before I was hoping to have licked by one of the twins, and presses on. I convulse on the floor and scream out. I knew she is serious now and although I have figured out what she intends, I still dread it and hope for something else.

Unfortunately, I am right. TMO commands, “ put your tongue out and lick up your own cum.” I hesitate, I had never tasted cum before, not even my own (it would be another day before what I would have considered impossible becomes possible – tasting another man’s cum.) and I feel nauseated by the prospect, but the cattle prod alternative seems worse as I hear it sputtering from between my obscenely spread knees. I feel another prod shot right on my puckered asshole and immediately start performing. As my tongue touches the first gob of cum, I see the knees of the twins out of the corner of my eye and realize that they had return to get a ringside seat for the show. As I struggle to lick the disgusting gob up, the twins squeal in delight at the degrading sight of me pushing my own cum around the floor with my tongue.

TMO could tell that licking was not getting the chore done. She zaps my balls again and says, “ Suck it up with your mouth like a vacuum cleaner, but don’t swallow until I say.” I immediately comply and realize that this, unfortunately for me, works much better. As I move from glob to glob and push my lips to the floor and suck, I hear that I’m getting approval from the audience from the renewed laughter and heckling. The twins are amused by the sucking sounds I’m making.

I can’t believe how much of my cum is on the floor. After several minutes of this ultimate humiliation, I’ve vacuumed up all of my seed. Just for fun, TMO zaps my balls for several seconds, which seems like hours, and I fall forward face down in what remains of my seed and slobber TMO says “get on your knees.” As I struggle to do so with knees again spread wide, the twins are right there laughing. One says, “Look, his cum is all over his face.” The other one chimes in “yea, and he thought he was going to shoot in MY mouth, and now look at him, his cum is on his nose and dripping off his chin.”

Now the onlookers have refocused their gazes back to my violated face. I just want to disappear.

TMO says “this sight is making me hot again, but we still have a little unfinished business. OK punk, open your mouth and show us all your cum on your tongue. I obey to another standing ovation from the audience, squeals of joy from the twins, and TMO continues, “now to make sure you get a really good, long lasting taste, GARGLE .”

How much worse can it get. How much more humiliated can I get. The crowd is chanting their encouragement as I put my head back and start gargling my own cum. After a several seconds of this, I’m completely taken off guard by TMO’s cruel zap to my balls the applause and laughter were so loud that I never heard it coming. The surprise causes me to inhale, and then I immediately begin choking and coughing.

The twins are jumping up and down in their excitement ant the crowd was in hysterics. I must have been quite a sight, kneeling naked, completely spread out with cum all over my face, leaking out of the corners of my mouth and now there is actually cum running out of my nose caused by the inhale and coughing it back up through my sinuses.

TMO is right there “now I bet you wish you never touched your slimy dick to my lips. OK, now swallow.” As she turns on her electric wand, I obey and gulp the remaining semen down and display my empty mouth as proof. 

“Now lick your lips.” The twins are right in front of my face, watching intently as I lick the cum off of my lips with the big gob that’s coming out of my nose runs onto my tongue. I swallow again.

Nancy nods approval and TMO starts to turn away, but then I see her turn her prod up to 10 and before I can react, she pushes it deep into the soft flesh of my testicles and says, “now we’re even, JACK” and turns the switch to on. I flop around on the floor uncontrollably to a final round of laughter and applause at my ever-increasing humiliation.

To be continued …

Chapter 7 – Exercise Time

Nancy immediately grabs the end of the leash and jerks it backwards between my legs so that my dick is being stretched towards my ass crack as I manage to get up on my knees. As she pulls harder, I actually do a somersault to relive the pressure, which brings more heckling and applause. She continues the pressure upward and a quickly scurry to my feet. Nancy says “time for some exercise for our host.” She grabs a long pole from a shelf nearby and lays it on the floor behind me. I don’t like the path we’re heading sown when I realize that it is a spreader bar about 8 feet long with ankle cuffs on the front edge and a loose cord about two feet long with metal loop facing up right in the center.

I’m wondering what the cord with the loop is for when the twins come up and each securely attaches an ankle in the cuffs. I’m thinking that this isn’t to bad because my legs are just spread a normal distance. I watch Nancy closely as she goes to one of the ends of the bar and I see something that I hadn’t noticed before. She squats down and grabs what looks like a crank. As she starts turning it, the cuffs around my ankles start to move outwards. There is pointing and laughter from the crowd and wide eyed anticipation from the twins as Nancy spreads my legs wide. I have never stretched this far and it feels like she is going to split me open. She pauses for a second and then gives it one more turn for good measure. I am obscenely stretched out and exposed to all and more helpless than ever.

Next Nancy squats down in front of me holding a long strand of sisal twine. She grabs my balls and stretches them down and motions for TMO to help, which she gladly obliges. TMO takes the twine and loops it several times around my ball sack above my stretched out balls. She ties it off tightly and the sisal is itching and digging into my sack. Nancy lets go and they both admire their work. The skin over my balls is pulled tight and I know from experience over the past few hours that the tighter the ball skin is, the more sensitive to pain it is. Then Nancy says “watch this” and I suddenly realize what the loose cord with the loop on the spreader bar is for as Nancy proceeds to run the twine through the loop and ties it off securely. I’m again thinking ‘this isn’t too bad my balls aren’t even stretched…..oh my God as my memory replays the ankle spreading’ and I look in horror, even before Nancy starts to move, at the other end of the bar and see another crank.

It’s becoming clear to me what is about to happen, and I definitely don’t like it. Nancy squats down and starts turning the crank. As expected the cord that is now hooked to my balls is moving downward into the hole on top of the bar. She continues until the slack is taken up and she playfully says to me “another turn?” which she, of course, does over my protesting. She continues this sick game for a few more turns and my balls are obscenely stretched down from my crotch and I’m begging her to stop.

TMO is laughing hysterically now and says, “Nancy, you are the best, I’m turned on the most from his ultimate humiliation that occurs when he’s squirming and pleading with you to stop and we just laugh in his face and continue.” She is really enjoying herself now and is inches from my face, and calls out without looking away “give it another turn Nanc.” I do what she wants by screaming out in pain. “OOOOOOFFFFFFFFHHHHHHH!!!!”

Nancy says “we’re just getting warmed up here” as she unties my hands and the blood flows back to relieve the numbness. She now takes two pieces of wood that look to be 1X2s about 18 inches long and a roll of duct tape. She has the excited twins help her again and the tape the pieces of wood on the back side of my arms against my elbows and stretching from just above my wrists to just below my shoulders. I have no idea what she’s up to now, but the wood has in essence made it impossible to bend my arms at the elbow. Now

Nancy expertly ties a cord around one of the 1X2s about where my elbow is and ties it loosely to something behind me. She does the same with the other side so now I can’t bend my arms and I can’t move them forward, I can only move them freely straight up from my sides.

Next she ties a metal ring to the cord that is still attached to my barbed cock “collar from hell”. She also ties two additional long cords to the same ring and throws the ends of the two cords over the overhead beam. Help from the now giddy twins one more time. The audience is getting louder with pointing and having side discussions. They seem to be talking amongst themselves and trying to figure what new treat Nancy has in store for them. I am getting nauseated thinking about what is coming next. 

The twins each are holding weights that look like the ordinary kind that you see in health clubs. It’s hard to tell, but they look to be about 10 lbs each. Nancy ties the ends of the two cords securely to the weights. And with TMO’s help grab both of my arms and pull them up from my body to where the twins are holding the weights. My hands are about shoulder high and the weighted cords are about the same height with no slack in them. The twins put a weight in each hand palm side down, and giggle menacingly as I start convulsing and screaming “NNNNNNNOOOOO NNNNNNNOOOOOO NOT THIS!!!”

The twins back away and TMO and Nancy simultaneously let my arms go as Nancy says “EXERCISE TIME!!!”

From the twins “this is going to be great” and “this slow torture is so exciting, look at his face already.” They proceed to pull two chairs up to inches away and are both just starring at my distended member and giggling and whispering to each other.

Nancy says “OK girls, let’s get something to eat, while are little guy tests his own strength.” With that the girls follow Nancy out into the kitchen passing by me for a closer look. One of them picks up TMO’s whip and gives a couple of strong whacks across my ass. My instincts want my hand to react, but the pain is so immense when I move them just a few inches that I quickly return to my task of keeping my arms from falling. A few of them grab the shaft of my dick to see how tight it is being stretched like they were testing the tension in a rope.

I am thinking about how all of my dignity is now completely gone as I’m totally stretched out naked, completely exposed to over twenty fully clothed women with my cock and balls completely vulnerable to any sick torture they can think up and for what, because I thought Nancy would talk and I would lose my job. It seems so stupid now that almost every woman in my office, including the stunning twins, have participated in my absolute humiliation which I’m now realizing will prohibit me from returning to work anyway.

The twins stay behind, “how can anyone think about eating at a time like this.” To them this was the most exciting game yet. They have a point blank view of the “exercise boy” and they are loving every minute of it. This game is more exciting to them because nobody has to administer pain to me; I’m actually creating my own unbearable pain as my arms tire. After about 10 minutes, I am looking at the cords and realize that with my arms having dropped already to about mid chest level and my dick stretched up to my belly button, that when my hand inevitably tire completely and drop to my sides the full TWENTY POUNDS of weight will be stretching my dick and digging the barbs deep into my skin.

The twins have found TMO’s spiked roller spur toy and are playfully rolling it up and down my shaft and across the tip. They seem really excited when they roll it into my pee slit which is causing the most squirming by me. It’s unbelievable that they are working my dick over and laughing at my moaning and my hands are untied but I’m unable to fight them off.

One of the twins then discovers what I have already learned today, that the soft skin on my balls is very sensitive, especially when the skin is pulled tight by rough sisal twine. They are rolling the sharp twines of the roller firmly over my ball sack. By now my hands are almost down to stomach level and my eyes are watering and I’m just sobbing out loud as the twins mercilessly exploit my swollen testicles.

“Wow sis, you made “tiny dick” cry. Even though they are administering severe pain, I think that it’s the total helpless humiliation that excites these two like giving me some control over my own pain by holding the weights up but knowing the inevitable result. They definitely like the slow torture reveling in the moment and inflicting even greater humiliation knowing that I know what is going to slowly happen to me before it takes place. They are like spoiled children when their parents tell them to stop doing something they say “no” and continue on even more so. I am learning that they get giddy when I’m in pain and plead with them to stop causing them to pursue their torture even more aggressively. They also seem to really like to look at all of my privates from very close range. And they love to laugh at my discomfort and embarrassment when I plead for them to stop, knowing that I am completely helpless to actually stop them.

Now I am sweating profusely from trying to keep my arms up. They have fallen almost all the way to my sides and aching and starting to cramp up. I keep trying to get up on my tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure, but the ball noose is doing its job of keeping my feet flat on the floor. The twins seem to enjoy how the balls twitch around as I try raising up. I’m just moaning out loud “OOHH, OOHH, OOHH” over and over.

My dick looks like it’s about to pull in two and the twins have discovered new territory as they have taken up spots between my legs like they’re camping and my legs are the tent. One is now really applying full force with the sharp tined “roller from hell” on the ultra sensitive skin between my balls and butt hole. It’s unbelievable to me that before today, I would jack off fantasizing that these gorgeous twins would lick me right where they instead were inflicting the most painful torture yet.

I was almost forgetting about the state of my poor dick, when I heard renewed giggling and excitement. They are exploring all the private parts of my body like they’re Louis and Clark. Stopping here and there for a little focused attention and enjoyment of my squirming and increased moaning. The twins have moved a little further back and one of them is spreading my ass cheeks for better access.

While the pain now is unbearable, the feeling of complete helpless humiliation is paramount in my thinking, as I know it is with the twins. I can’t see them at all, but can feel them and the thought of the two of them sitting behind me under my splayed out legs with my balls stretched to their limits for their viewing enjoyment and now my ass cheeks spread wide with both of them poking and giggling so close that I can feel their breath on my ass hole – my humiliation must be complete (if only I could foresee tomorrow).

The others are starting to reassemble as one of the twins is squealing with joy at my convulsions when she applies maximum pressure with the roller around and in my butt hole. I am thrashing about without regard to my poor dick and balls and I see TMO over to the side with her hand down her shorts again.

Nancy says “you twins are naturals. I hope you’ll be joining us tomorrow.” The words barely even registered in my brain with all that is happening to me. I am completely broken as my arms are at my sides and my dick is somehow holding the full twenty pounds, which has naturally stretched my balls even tighter, and the twins have the roller almost completely inside my hole.

I’m sobbing uncontrollably with pleading eyes and barely aware of the girls pointing, gasping, and laughing, “Oh my God, that looks impossible” and “I can’t believe it, it doesn’t even look like a dick anymore” and “I didn’t think I would enjoy this so much, I love to watch him squirm and cry.” Nancy is also laughing as she tests the tightness of the weighted cord by pulling outward on my dick with her hand around the collar. I think she realizes also that I am broken and she will not be able to elicit any further reaction, and says “enough, we don’t want to ruin him …. Yet.” With that she holds up the weights and smirks at the dread she sees in my eyes as I know she’s thinking about dropping them, but then she cuts the cords and I immediately fall to my knees which actually pulls a little more on the ball noose, but two women are loosening the cranks for both my balls and ankles. I am soon completely free and just curl up in a fetal position on the floor.

To be continued…

Chapter 8 – Time to Please my Guests

Two women carry what looks like a piece of exercise equipment out into the middle of the room. It is a narrow bench about 5 feet long, the kind you use for weight lifting. I am still slumped on the floor and am unable to defend myself as several women drag me over to the bench and proceed to strap me down to it face up. My legs are pulled to each side of the bench and secured together underneath so that my privates are once again completely exposed to all. My arms are tied to the railings of the bench with my head right at one of the ends.

One of the twins says, “Don’t tie him too tight, we like to se him thrash around when he struggles against his bonds, it’s more exciting that way.”

I look up at the gathering still clothed female captures who are once again looking me up and down, drinking in my helpless, exposed, vulnerability and humiliation and I say “please, I’ll do what ever you want with no argument, but please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Well Jack,” the other twin starts “if we don’t hurt you, it just wouldn’t be any fun for us.” I’m thinking how could these sweet, young little girls be so sadistic?

TMO says “Time to turn up the heat.” as she lights several candles. I am again nauseated thinking about the possibilities.

Nancy says, “Jack, you look confused, like you don’t know what is about to happen. Let me help you understand. First, with the help of the twins, we are going to demonstrate how painful it can be to have your cock and balls mercilessly burned with hot candle wax. I’m guessing, since I don’t have a cock to know for sure, that the most painful spots will be right on the tip, in the piss slit, along the shaft, and on the soft underside of your balls. What do you think?” I’m just blankly staring at her and shaking my head back and forth.

Nancy continues, “After we grow tired of hearing you scream for mercy, we are going to take turns with you’re tongue. As we straddle your head and lower ourselves on your face, you will beg each one of us to let you lick our ass and cunt.”

To the audience she says “As I mentioned before, he is to please all of us that want it. If you are shy, you can wait until the public show is over and we will take him to one of the bedrooms where you can have your own private one-on-one session. Personally, I’m doing it right here, I want to feel his ultimate humiliation as he sticks his tongue up into my bung hole while all of you are watching close up.”

TMO says, “But remember no using his pathetic dick for sex, Jack’s dick and balls are for whipping and burning with wax and in no way for his pleasure. On the other hand, you can ride his face until his tongue is raw.” Cheers of approval from the girls.

Nancy takes the collar off of my dick shaft and reveals red dots and scrapes where the barbs cut into my foreskin during the weight exercise. The twins are right there as always, “Oh, you have an owie, you want us to kiss it and make it better” as they lean down on either side of my dick to within an inch which somehow still makes my groin twitch a little and one says “Just kidding, not in a million fucking years would our tongues touch that disgusting little dick again.” And they all laugh.

Nancy motions for the twins and says “OK, I want the two of you to pull his foreskin around the tip of his dick out and up beyond the tip. She demonstrates using her thump and forefinger to pull the loose skin and the twins are a good study as they now have a little skin “crater” pulled up all around the tip of my shriveled dick As they stretch the skin tight there is actually a trench all the way around the tip of my dick over a half an inch deep.

Next Nancy gives TMO some latex gloves and says, “Here, so you don’t get burned.” TMO puts on the gloves as Nancy says, ”I want you to spread the tip of his dick by placing your thumbs together right on the tip and rolling them back on each side of the tip so that his piss slit is forced completely open.” I’m starting to jerk around as she complies.

Nancy then takes a large candle and brings the flame close to my dick. The twins are giddy in anticipation.

She says to TMO, “Let go when I tell you, and move your hands away”

“OK”

All of my clothed friends are pushing in to get a better look and a couple of them are forcing my head up so that I have no choice but to look down at my dick in horror.

The candle has a large cavity, which is now full of melted wax. It looks like time for action as Nancy starts to tip the candle. She looks at me and says, “The heat of the wax as it hits your skin is relative to how far up I hold the candle because the air cools the wax on the way down. So how far up do you think I should hold the candle?”

I can’t believe I’m actually answering this, but say “about 3 or 4 feet.”

“OK, it’s settled then, 2 INCHES it is.”

She immediately puts the candle right over the tip of my dick and quickly tips it sideways. The wax begins flowing right into my stretched open piss hole which quickly fills. “AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

“Now” shouts Nancy to TMO who releases her hold and takes her hands away.

The wax is now filling the skin “crater” that the twins have created around the head of my cock. Normally when wax hits flat on skin, it burns but quickly cools, but with the crater effect created with my foreskin pulled up over my cock head, the burning is a hundred times more intense because the volume of wax around the head is large enough that it is not immediately hardening and cooling.

I must look like I’m having a seizure as I violently pull against my bonds and flail about. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH”, “NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!”

As the twins release their grip, they are amazed that the entire head of my dick is encased in wax and the foreskin that they were holding is still stuck on the outside of the head encasement.

Now Nancy says “Now for the balls.” I am thrashing about when one of the twins says “see how much more exciting it is when you don’t tie him as tight.”

Nancy motions to TMO who still has the gloves on and she savagely grabs my nuts and squeezes and twists at the same time so that my balls are now pointing straight up and the skin is completely tight.

When the next wave of wax hits the stretched skin on the bottom of my balls, I almost buck TMO off of me with my extreme convulsions. “NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!, NNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!, PLEEEEEEEEEEZE NNNNNNNOOOOO!!!!”

Nancy stands up and looks like she has finished with her lesson when I hear, but can’t see a twin, say “What about down here? Please, just a little more.”

“OH OK, anything for you spoiled twins.”

I can feel hot breath against my skin below my balls and instinctively know that the twins have their point blank view of my next humiliation. They each reach under the bench and pull out on my ass cheeks. The vinyl cover on the bench grips the skin and keeps the cheeks spread. With TMO now straddling me and sitting on my stomach, I can’t see but know that something wicked is about to happen. TMO is pulling my balls toward her completely exposing the tender area between the balls and butt hole to the up close twins who seem to have a special interest in this particular area of my scrotum. It’s like they know about my fantasies about them and how much I like women to flick their tongues right in the area that they are now only inches away. They are so close, that they could actually touch me with their tongues now if they just stuck them out, but instead they seem focused on inflicting as much pain as possible to this most sensitive area. I think back to when they first came in to the house and came right up in front of my stretched out exposed body and the spike in my humiliation made me plead with them not to look at me down there, and now not only have they looked and tortured everything I have, they are now staring an inch away from my most private area.

Without warning, Nancy tips the candle and wax hits the area of interest to the twins and I buck and scream while the twins squeal in amazement. The wax covers the underside of my balls and runs down the ultra-sensitive ball to butt hole area and then on to my puckered ass hole. I was shaking and gasping, but no sound was coming out.

TMO gets up and says “Time for the show, I’ll go first, if nobody minds.”

She quickly pulls her shorts and underwear down and I actually notice that her underwear are wet. She startles the bench with her crotch above my face and says, “Gather around girls for a good close look and I’ll show you how this is to be done. You’ll all see how humiliated he is when he pushes his tongue into my bung hole.”

She leans over my body so that her head is near my crotch and is bent over for all to see her ass descend on my face. She grabs a candle and tips it over my dick and says “This will keep you motivated. Now beg me to let you put your tongue up my ass hole.”

As she tips the candle again over my balls I shout out “Please may I lick your ass crack clean and put my tongue up your ass hole?”

TMO bends over further so that everyone can see her hole as she lowers herself to my extended tongue. I enthusiastically lick up and down her crack several times and then concentrate solely on her hole. She is moaning and the audience is roaring as I flick my tongue around her hole. She commands, “DEEPER” as she gains my attention and generated newfound enthusiasm by tipping the candle on my balls and just keeps it there until I become more imaginative and roll my tongue into a pointer and stick it deep in her musky smelling bunghole.

I hear “OH MY GOD, Look at that, he actually has his tongue deep in her hole.” And “I’ve had men lick me there before, but this is incredible, he’s like more than an inch up into her.” I can feel that TMO is masturbating her clit while she ass fucks my tongue.

I hear a sound that I’ve been hearing off and on for hours but it didn’t sink in until now when someone says, “I can’t wait to e-mail these to my friends at work.” The sounds over the last couple of hours, and now at my time of ultimate humiliation with my tongue far up into TMO’s ass hole, are digital cameras recording the festivities. My mind wants me to scream out “Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into.”

The women can’t believe what they are seeing and the twins are of course giddy at the sight before them, as TMO ass fucks my tongue. One of them says, “this is exactly what I want to see, Jack completely stretched in front of us, helplessly humiliated and now completely devoid on any human dignity with his tongue deep up an asshole, this couldn’t be more exciting.”

When TMO is finally satisfied after several minutes of riding my tongue, she collapses off my body leaving me for my next guest, which is of course Nancy.

Nancy, like TMO wants the audience participation, and immediately offers me her butt hole, but she is also interested in getting off. So as I lick her ass crack thoroughly and spear my tongue up her hole like I did TMO, she tells the twins “rip that old wax off his dick and balls so that if I need to adjust his attitude, I can get a direct shot at his aching red balls.”

The twins are thrilled with their new directive and both start attacking my privates with great enthusiasm. The wax buildup is large after TMO’s attitude adjustment to my privates. My dick and balls are completely covered in at least ¼ inch of wax. “This will be like a bikini wax only I bet it will hurt his balls more that it hurts our upper thighs, especially when we do it like this.” And without warning they both grab an edge of the wax on my testicles and rip as hard as they can. They are giggling as my body starts convulsing “IT WORKED!!” one of they said excitedly “It ripped off all of the hair on his balls.” They then return to what has become their favorite spot deep down behind my balls towards my ass hole and continue the ripping. As I’m squirming in my bonds, they are admiring their handy work with their cool fingers probing and tickling my lower scrotum. “Look at how smooth this area is now. It even ripped out those little hairs he had around his butt hole.”

“Yea, and I like how red it is too. I’ll bet that the wax will even hurt more now that the skin is raw from the hair removal.” They couldn’t be more right, as Nancy gives my aching balls a little test. The drops sting no much, that it feels literally like salt in a wound. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” “PPPLLLLLLLEEEESSSSSSSEEEEEE!!”

Nancy says to me “Beg me to let you put your nose up into my ass hole.”

More humiliation that I can’t prevent so to avoid getting my balls burned any more (how stupid can I get), I plead, “Nancy, please let me put my nose up into your butt hole.”

I’m sure she’s smiling as the girls gather around my face. Nancy reaches back with both hands and spreads here ass checks wide and lowers her hole right over my nose.

I hear, “Wow, how humiliating, his nose is actually going up her hole, this is the best yet.”

She sits back with all of her weight and released her cheeks. I can’t believe I’m hearing applause and laughter, as I’m nearly suffocating.

Nancy has now settled in for her inevitable orgasm at the expense of my tongue and worse yet my balls. She now has her clit directly over my tongue so that her ass hole is grinding down on my nose and is nearly suffocating me.

She starts to gyrating forward and backwards riding my tongue and face like a bareback bronco. My tongue is going from in front of her clit to back past her ass hole with each gyration and each time forward, my nose is ground inside her butt hole.

TMO takes over the candle duties from Nancy, Nancy is moaning and I’m screaming in agony and I hear her say “Keep him screaming, it’s a complete sensory overload. Watching his dick and balls getting burned with Jack squirming against his bonds, hearing his muffled screams from between my legs, hearing the girls laughing at his humiliation, and actually feeling the vibrations of his screams against my clit makes me more excited than I have ever been.”

TMO gladly obliges with Nancy’s desire and keeps me howling in pain.

She finally climaxes and her juices flow freely all over my face and into my mouth. She has me lick her clean from cunt to butt.

TMO is up and says, “OK, who’s next. How about you twins, you deserve this.”

No thanks, we don’t need any sexual gratification, we just wand to watch him squirm, cry out in pain, and most of all be degraded and completely humiliated in front of us and helpless to do anything about it.”

“I love it when he looks around at all of the eyes on him and strains against his ropes. It’s like he is still trying to cover himself from our sight and hasn’t figured out yet that we own his cock and balls now.”

“To see him with his tongue or nose up in a woman’s butt is really exciting from up close, but if we make him do it to us, we won’t be able to watch. Watching is better for us.”

A few more women wanted their asses licked out in public, which thrilled the twins. Although I obliged them without hesitation, TMO still administered more hot wax from really close to the newly sensitized balls. The twins loved watching it flow down like molten lava across there favorite place behind my balls and continue on into my butt hole and my muffled screams into the point blank puckered bung hole of one of the women.

After they were happy with this section of my humiliation, there was a show of hands of how many women wanted to be serviced one-on-one in the privacy of a bedroom. About half of the women raised their hands.

They carried me on my bench back to the back of the house and into a bedroom where I spent the next hour or so servicing and being privately tortured in new ways by about a dozen women.

When they were all finished with me, Nancy and TMO attach a single ankle cuff to my right ankle and release me from the bench, as TMO stand ready with her zapper set at 10. The cuff is welded onto a long chain, which is connected to an eyebolt on the floor.

It just hits me that Nancy must have had this planned for months to have all of this equipment ready. Leg spreader, whips, cattle prod, riding crop, ankle cuffs, how did she accumulate all these things.

The girls just get up and head for the door.

“Sleep tight, you have a big day tomorrow.”

They close the door and I hear it lock behind them.

Left to myself, I assess my situation; I am, of course, still naked but my hands are free and can move about the bedroom to the extent the chain allows. I notice that there is a loaf of bread and several bottles of water on a small table near the bed. I also discover that the chain allows me to utilize the facilities of the small attached bathroom.

I drink down a couple bottles of water and eat several slices of bread and proceed to lay down on the bed and quickly fall off.

To be Continued …..

Chapter 9 - Big Man On Campus

I wake with a jolt as I hear the bedroom door opening. I quickly come to and recall my situation. This has got to stop now, I don’t care anymore about losing my job or even going to jail, I simply can’t endure any more torture.

As TMO and Nancy enter the room I say, “OK that’s it, I’m finished, go ahead and call my boss with your evidence and I’ll take whatever punishment comes from it.”

“Silly Jack, we don’t even care about the evidence now, we have far more leverage over you. Remember we have pictures and video of you begging me to let you stick your tongue into my butt hole and then you actually do it on film. By the way, Jack, you were incredible, I think your tongue was more than an inch inside my ass. It really felt great and the good news for me is that it won’t be long until we have a repeat performance. I purposely didn’t shower today to enhance the experience for you.”

Nancy says, “Oh by the way, while you were sleeping, we took your keys and visited your apartment and look what we found.” As she held up my name and address book, I lunged at her and fell hard to the floor as I came to the end of my chain.

“So Jack, we really don’t care what you did at work because if you don’t behave now, we will send videos and pictures to everybody in this book including all of your relatives. Oh, I almost forgot, we called some of the women listed here and several of them are joining us later. They are looking forward to getting reacquainted with you.”

TMO adds, “Besides, since you are always restrained with ropes and your leash, you are basically our slave now. The videos and pictures are just for insurance.”

I’m feeling nauseous as the two of them jump on my back and quickly tie my hands behind my back. They roll me over and attach the “leash from hell” around my dick. They take me into the shower and with only cold water; TMO uses the stiff brush that she had used on me before to scrub my entire body. 

They release my ankle and lead me out through the house were the twins are having breakfast. “Good morning sleepy Jack, ready for your big day?”

I’m in a daze and think back just a day ago, before Nancy called with the “evidence”, I was thinking what a great life I had and now I’m in hell standing naked in front of my two dream girls who are fully clothed and looking me up and down.

“Did somebody forget their training, when you are presented to any women, you are to immediately drop to your knees and spread them as far apart as possible for our viewing pleasure and your humiliation.”

I immediately comply as the twins giggle and sip their coffee like this is a normal breakfast show.

TMO yanks me back to my feet and says, “OK let’s get moving, time for a change in venue.”

We head for the front door and my mind is going a million miles an hour, she’s not really going to take me outside is she.

Nancy takes a large beach sized white towel from a coat rack and wraps it around my waist. The towel is equipped with a Velcro strip along the top edge, which she secures tightly so that the towel will not fall off of me. The leash is run through the opening where the two ends come together.

Without another word, we are out the door and going down the sidewalk. I am ready to explode from this experience. I AM OUTSIDE WITH ONLY A TOWEL COVERING ME. The embarrassment and humiliation is greater than ever now. Inside, sometimes other people are naked, but outside, everybody is fully clothed – except now, and the only one who isn’t is me.

The sun is bright and the morning air is brisk against my naked skin. We are getting strange stares from cars going by as Nancy and TMO parade their slave, Jack down the street with the twins close behind giggling the whole way.

Nancy’s house is near a urban college campus and getting more and more uneasy as it seems we are headed for it. It is an ALL GIRLS college.

As we enter the campus grounds, to my relief, there doesn’t seem to many students out yet.

TMO seems to read my mind and says, “Don’t worry Jack, it’s early still, they’ll be out soon enough.”

I am sickened by this thought and wondering what exactly they intend to do with me. I’m quite sure it will involve helpless humiliation and probably some pain as well.

In the middle of the campus, there is a memorial to some famous woman. This memorial is an engraved rock in front of a large oak tree. The rock and tree have a wrought iron fence around them, which is about 4 feet high with ornate tines protruding upward from the vertical bars.

“This should work just fine”

They back me up to the fence, and loop my tied wrists up over one of the vertical bars so that the top horizontal bar keeps the rope from slipping any lower, but impossible to get loose. With my hands bent that far up, I am forced to bend my body over forward slightly and am unable to back up to the fence or use my hands to hold my towel on in case it starts to slip.

Nancy takes a piece of paper that has some scribbling on it and with a piece of packing tape which she has with her, reaches up under my towel and tapes the note on the front of my testicles.

Nancy says, “Now Jack, we are going to conduct a little test with you. This part of the campus is very popular and will be very active in less than 30 minutes from now. So here’s the deal, if you can talk students into releasing you without removing the towel, we will let you go. If they instead rip off that towel and laugh at your total humiliation of being completely naked OUTSIDE and tied helpless in the middle of an all girls college campus, then we win and continue with the planned activities.”

She took great pleasure in detailing the situation if I lose, as if that wasn’t apparent to me.

One of the twins says, “See this is the kind of stuff I love. We all know what is going to happen, Jack knows what is going to happen, but he is completely helpless to stop the inevitable AND he has time to contemplate it before it becomes reality. He might even wishfully think that he might win and actually talk some girls into releasing him with out humiliating him – YEA RIGHT!”

“OK Jack, we’ll be watching and enjoying from close by.”

They just leave me there as I plead, “Please no, don’t leave me here, I’ll do anything you want!”

“Like I’ve said before Jack, you already are doing what I want. What better way to get to the next level of your helpless humiliation than to move the activities outside and expose you to a wider audience – sorry for the pun.”

Amused laughter as they leave me stranded. I realize that the leash is still on my cock and the end is hanging between my legs.

A few minutes go by that seems like hours when I hear a whistle and look up to see Nancy, TMO, and the twins on the roof of a two story building about 50 yards away. They have a great view of the upcoming show – TMO actually has binoculars.

Several more minutes go by as I try to find a way to escape. There is definitely increasing activity around the campus.

My first encounter is 3 girls approaching on the path. As they see me, they are first a little frightened, and when they realize that I am helpless, they just giggle with a little embarrassment as they stroll by without stopping.

A few more women pass fairly close either individually or in pairs. I am beat red now in anticipation of what the twin had said was inevitable – me being completely naked in front of a whole fully clothed female student body.

A group of about seven girls were approaching all talking at once and didn’t even see me until they were almost on top of me. They stop short and the one that seems like the leader of the pack says, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

I immediately begin my negotiations with “Thank you for stopping.” as I notice her looking me up and down and the other girls are giggling. I continue, “This is all a big mistake, it’s just a prank that went too far. So if you would just untie my hands, I will reward all of you – how about $100.”

As if she didn’t hear a word I said, she comes right up in front of me and pulls one of the towel flaps out a little and says, “Are you naked under there?”

“No, no, nothing like that, so just untie me and we can go to an ATM to get your money.”

“Then why are your legs crossed, got something to hide?”

“What’s this?” As she grabs my leash and pulls down I let out a little gasp.

“I think he’s crossing his legs because he’s a little shy in front of us.”

From behind me I hear, “Hey, I don’t know where these came from, but they should help cure his shyness.”

I can’t believe my eyes and I glare up to the roof. That bitch TMO actually left behind a couple of ropes and now is gazing at me with her binoculars.

There are more girls gathering around as I watch in horror as the ropes are tied to my ankles. They then pull my legs apart and tie them off on far ends of the fence.

My legs are now spread wide apart and I’m afraid that the stretching is going to pull the Velcro apart, but it holds fast. I’m still resisting thinking about the inevitable.

The leader is now really enjoying herself and is pulling the towel up to show my thighs. This brings out catcalls and whistles from the ever-growing student body viewing me.

I’m struggling against my bonds in a last ditch effort to get free. I’m sure the twins are enjoying the site like they always do. They seem to love to see me struggle and squirm to try to cover my naked privates.

I hear out in the crowd, “Wow, this is going to be great. I’m sure glad my cell phone is also a camera!”

“Well stud, we are all really enjoying seeing you blush in embarrassment in front of us, but just imagine what is about to happen. With you completely helpless knowing that at any second I’m going to rip that towel away from you and you will be spread out naked and humiliated in front of all these girls who will be laughing and pointing and drinking in your naked humiliation with their eyes. The anticipation must be thrilling to you.”

Thrilling is not the word that comes to my mind, I just want to disappear. It wouldn’t be until this entire ordeal is over that I begin to think of situations like this as thrilling.

She grabs the top edge of the towel.

To be Continued…….

Chapter 10 – Jack’s Race

With a lightning quick snatch, the fresh air swooshes against my groin, which exaggerates my nakedness, OH MY GOD, I’M OUTSIDE, NAKED AND HELPLESS.

Again I hear myself pathetically saying “No, please don’t look at me down there.” As I see a sea of female eyes looking me up and down. They are all pointing and laughing and I see the twins on the rooftop jumping up and down with glee.

(A word about my dick. Several women have recently commented on the small size. Actually I’ve been told that it is quite large when it is hard.  I have become aware that when soft, it is smaller than most, and when hard, it’s above average. So while it’s an unfair criticism being made here, it is quite humiliating all the same. So since it is small to start with when soft, exaggerate that by being naked and humiliated in front of dozens of clothed girls, being outside in the cool morning air, having constant pain from the barbed leash, I’m sure that it is smaller than ever.)

 “Look at his little pencil dick.” Says the one with the cell phone camera as she clicks off a few pics. ”I’ll e-mail them back to the girls in the dorm. That ought to get them down here in a hurry.”

“Good, he looks like he would like a larger crowd to perform for.”

“What’s this?” The leader says as she yanks my dick up with the leash. She rips off the note that Nancy taped on my balls. I scream as she pulls off the little remaining hair.

“It’s a note.”

She reads aloud to the excited crowd. ”Hi, my name is Jack. I am here for your amusement. I like to be stretched out naked with all of my private parts exposed and vulnerable in front of as many fully clothed women as possible. I like to be stared at while I struggle in vain to cover myself. I must always have my legs spread far apart whenever I’m standing or knelling in front of clothed women. And as much as I like the feeling of complete helpless humiliation in front of you, I also enjoy a little pain to take my mind off my embarrassment. Clothespins, whips, and hot candle wax are a few of my favorite things to be used on my cock and balls, but I’ll leave it up to your imagination. Please degrade me in every possible way and when you finally grow tired of abusing me, call this number so that my owners can come get me.”

I look to the roof top and see TMO with her hand down her shorts again.

I plead, “Please let me go, I’ll do anything you want.”

As if she had heard Nancy say this before, “Jack, you already are doing what we want.” - Roars of laughter.

I’m thinking aren’t there any teachers at this college that might put a stop to this embarrassing show?

The leader is conducting an up close inspection of my cock and balls. She tilts the end of the leash that’s digging into my cock. “Oh my god, look at this, this thing has long barbs on the inside. No wonder his little dick is so shriveled. It must really hurt when I do this.” She jerks up hard and quick. “UUMMPHH!!”

Another girl who is incredibly attractive comes up grabs my dick and squeezes hard, “I bet this really, really hurts, huh”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” as my legs buckle and she laughs in my face.

While she is really attractive, I for the first time realize that all of these girls are young and attractive. This realization touches off additional embarrassment and humiliation. There’s not a girl in the ever-increasing crowd that I wouldn’t be trying to pick up if I saw them in a bar.

“OK girls let’s have some fun with Jack. Where to first?” As she raises my tied hands off of the fence rail and two others untie my legs. I immediately bend over and cross my legs to hide my dick from view.

“Hey, Jack, you need to learn some manners, remember your note. This is an upscale college and only proper behavior is tolerated. When in the presence of fully clothed women, a naked man should stand or kneel up straight with there legs spread wide for viewing with no attempt to ever try to cover themselves.”

Everybody laughs and points but I don’t budge until the leash is violently yanked. “You must not have heard me!” and I immediately comply and hear a round of applause.

“I like the sound of the spread out kneeling part, can we all see that?”

The leader gives me a look and I immediately drop to my knees, spread wide.

“That’s more like it. A pathetic owner of a pencil dick like that should always be lower than the women staring at him so that we can appropriately look down at him and more easily do this!”

A swift movement and her shoe comes up under my balls with a dull thud.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” as I fall on my side.

“Let’s take him to the soccer field for some exercise.”

“Great idea, let’s go” as she pulls on my leash.

I scurry quickly back to my feet in spite of the sick-to-my-stomach feeling the kick gave me and now I’m behind the leader at the end of my leash and am completely surrounded by beautiful clothed coeds. Some of the girls have taken their belts and are slapping at my ass. One girl keeps flicking her belt underhanded between my spread legs and the tip bites into the underside of my balls.

As we arrive at the field, the leader says, “You and I are going to have a little race once around the track. If you win, we’ll let you go. If I win, you will perform 20 jumping jacks right in front of us with weights pinned to your balls.”

Again I foolishly believe that this is on the up and up so I’m preparing myself mentally to win the race.

We go to the starting line and she shows me the weights that she intended to attach to me when she wins. I have no idea where they came from, but I think about TMO. They are a couple of cloth bags filled with rocks and attached to large clamp style paperclips.

They look real painful, so I’m now even more determined to win.

A girl on the side gets us going with a “Ready, Set, Go”, when the obvious hits me, besides the embarrassment of running in front of all these beauties naked, my bare feet will be on the cinder track, my hands are still tied behind me and my leash is dangling on the ground between my legs.

As we start, the cinders are more painful to my feet than I imagined. The crowd of tormentors is cheering me on with my dick bouncing painfully up and down.

We continue around, I think that the leader is really just toying with me as she actually drops a little behind me as we start down home stretch. Just when I think I have a chance and start running as fast as I can with my hands tied and the sidelines are filled with beauties that seem to actually be chanting in rhythm with my dick slapping up and down, she catches me completely off guard when she steps on my dangling leash.

The bards rip at my foreskin and I immediately collapse to my knees and then face down with my hands tied, the first thing to hit the sharp cinders is my dick. As I slide to a stop, it feels like my dick has been ripped off. “NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!”

As I roll over, I’m starring up at the coeds who are all laughing and pointing at my scrapped up member. I look up the track as the leader is slowly walking across the finish line.

The starter declares the winner as I struggle to my feet. “OK Jack, time for your show.” The girls are taking seats in the bleachers.

I say, “there is no way I’m going to comply with the conditions of the bet, you tripped me.”

“Now Jack, that’s not very sportsmanlike now is it.”

She takes out a cell phone and makes a call, “Hello, we have your boy Jack here and he’s refusing to pay up on a bet. Any suggestions on how to encourage him?”

She listens for just a short while and hangs up and says to me. “A very nice woman named Nancy says that if I call again, she and her friends would be right over with what she called the “ball zapper” set to level 10 to see if they can burn your balls off.”

That damn TMO and her zapper was the most pain I have ever experienced. I have no choice but to move reluctantly forward to be adorned for my show.

The leader comes up with the weighted bags and clips them on a large fold of skin on each of my testicles. “Let’s see how well the clamps hold.” She picks both bags several inches and without warning drops them. I fall immediately to the ground “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH”

How can they all be just laughing at me? Don’t any of them have a little compassion for my total helpless humiliation, no to mention the pain?

I’m thinking that I would never do this to any of them…. and then I remember Nina.

It’s funny how much you can think of in just a few seconds. This next part is recalled in my mind in just a few seconds.

Nina was a really cute blond haired girl at the college I attended. She would come over to the house that I shared with three other guys fairly often. She was a real flirt and cock-tease type. Always leading us on, but also always shutting us down if any of us tried to go further than kissing. One night we were out drinking and all had more than we should have. Walking home, we started talking about Nina and what a tease she was and that it just wasn’t right and that we ought to teach her a lesson. Bolstered by the beer, I suggested that we should just rip her cloths off some time to get a good look at the breasts we all had fantasized seeing.

Well as fate would have it, when we arrived back at our rented house, there was Nina sitting on the porch. We invited her in as usual for some beers and conversation. After I took a leek, I walked back into the living room behind Nina and grabbed her and said “OK guys this is it”. A couple of them looked like they were just talking through their beer bottles and really weren’t up to actually stripping Nina naked.

I have her arms pinned behind her and reach around and rip open her blouse. She never wore a bra being the tease that she was, so we were almost there. I force her to the floor and now the others are gaining some enthusiasm and help me remove her shoes and socks  and slid her jeans off of her beautiful thighs. Her panties come off with the tight jeans. We roll her to her stomach to easily remove what remains of her blouse.

NINA IS COMEPLETELY NAKED. As I raise her up. One of the others turns the overhead lights on so that it is very bright and we can see what we came to see.

Nina is crying uncontrollably and begging us to stop. I’m sure she thinks that we are going to gang rape her, but we’re not into that. We just want to teach her a lesson for being such a cock-tease. She is trying to cover her breasts with her arms so I pin them behind her so that everyone can get a good view. We’re all just laughing in her face. Nina’s breasts are even better than I fantasized. I force her to sit on my lap and I use my free hand to fondle her fantastic breasts. I was thinking, you can’t fantasize touch. They were firm but still soft with great erect pink nipples. After awhile she stopped fighting and just sat there sobbing as we all took turns feeling her breasts and thighs.

I never saw Nina after that night, but I think she would really enjoy seeing this. (It would be a few more hours before I found out “payback is a bitch” at the hands of Nina.)

My leash jerks me back to reality as the leader says, “OK, ready girls? You can all count along.”

I begin my embarrassing exercise of jumping jacks (sometimes called scissor jumps), which of course aren’t really legitimate with my hands still tied behind my back. The legs still do what they are supposed to do which generates the pain from the weights.

I begin with my legs together and jump up and spread my legs for the landing. As I go up, the weights stretch by balls downward. As I return to earth, the weights fly up above my dick and then painfully crash back down upon landing. “UUUPHHH!!!”

“ONE” is chanted from the comfortably clothed coeds.

“Look at how his dick and balls bounce around when he jumps.”

“Those weights must hurt like hell.”

“I can’t believe he’s actually doing this right in front of all of us, you can actually see the humiliation in his red face.”

This continues with each jump being more painful than the last. On “SEVENTEEN”, one of the clips actually pulls off my scrotum and it feels like the skin has come off with it. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

I just collapse to the ground face first with my legs spread in exhaustion when these young beauties gleefully shout “TWENTY”. The leader comes up and steps on the shaft of my dick grinding my barbed member into the cinders. “NNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” PPPPPPPPLLLLLLEASEEEEEEE!!! NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!”

As I look to the bleachers, I see a cheerleader putting her video camera down.

To be Continued…….

Chapter 12 – Road Trip

Then time starts again. As the doors get to about half open the pressure on my balls is unbearable. With my pined tongue, all I can get out is a blood curdling “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

The doors are nearly open and the skin on the front of my balls is obscenely stretched out by the clothespins and I’m sure she was right about my balls being ripped right off my body. Then the clothespins slip off their powerful grip on my ball sack “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

I’m thrashing violently and hit my head against the back of the elevator nearly knocking myself out. I hear the lobby erupt again in applause and hysterical laughter and I am reduced to convulsions and my eyes are freely sobbing. “UULLHH, UULLHH, UULLHH!!!!”

My eyes are blurry from crying, but I don’t need to be able to see to recognize the familiar gleeful giggling of the twins. So they were here after all to enjoy this.

Nancy and TMO release me from the “elevator hell” and parade me into the lobby where they allow the coeds to rip off the remaining clothespins from my privates which as I’ve said hurts more than when they are clipped on. One of them removes the pins from my tongue and I’m so spent, that all I can do is cry uncontrollably, which for some perverted reason makes the coeds laugh more.

Then I hear a familiar voice as Nancy announces, “Road Trip!!!”

Nancy and TMO lead me out of the dorm by my leash with my hands still tied behind me through the growing crowd who are all laughing at my naked predicament. They take me to a Jeep Wrangler parked on the street and force me into the back seat. The twins jump over the sides and are sitting on each side of me. TMO climbs into the driver seat and Nancy is riding shotgun. She runs the leash up over the roll bar and pulls hard on the end, I am immediately on my tiptoes with my dick pointing straight up toward the sky.

“This works fine, we can have Jack stand up at attention anytime we want.” She releases the pressure and I’m allowed to sit back down between the excited twins. They are both slapping and poking at my poor abused privates.

I’m looking around and the feeling of being completely naked and helpless outside is overwhelming to me and I sheepishly say, “What about my clothes?”

Nancy responds, “Jack, you really are a funny guy. Isn’t he funny girls, asking for his clothes like that? You need to be standing for this response.”

She jerks the leash and I’m immediately on my feet with the twins whipping my ass and balls with short leather whips that they picked up somewhere. “Jack, haven’t you figured this out yet? This leash is the only clothes that you will ever ware again.” As she jerks the leash to emphasize and forces me to my tiptoes.”

“You are going to be outside for the remainder of today completely naked as we travel to our destination and then remain naked and bound in front of dozens of women, many of which you already know and one special guest from your past that said something about revenge. We have many activities planned for you all of which will be humiliating and painful for our new slave Jack.”

“That’s right Jack, you are our slave now. You have no dignity. You exist for the sole purpose of pleasing us. So you must realize by now that a good slave is to be naked at all times and always have their legs spread out as far as possible to exaggerate your helpless humiliation and to provide easy viewing and access to your pathetic dick and balls.”

Without warning, TMO pushes her zapper deep into my scrotum and fires. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” “Now spread your fucking legs and don’t make me tell you again or I’ll fry those balls until they fall off!”

TMO starts off down the campus street that is now completely lined with beautiful coeds. They are all laughing and applauding my grand exit with my dick stretched up at attention and my legs are spread wide with the twins whipping the underside of my balls with their leather lashes.

I can’t believe what is happening to me, we are driving through heavy traffic and I’m completely naked and being forced to stand whenever one of my captures finds it amusing.

TMO slows down as we pass a tour bus and I can feel eyes looking at my humiliation.

We pull up to a liquor store to buy beer and Nancy ties me in my standing position while all four girls go inside. I see them pointing me out to other customers through the windows. They all seem quite amused.

Another car comes up and parks next to us and I hear “Oh my god, look at that.” As two women and two men get out and are looking me over.

One of the guys says “You OK dude, you need some help”

TMO is in front of the Jeep, “No, he’s fine, he’s with us.”

One of the strange women says, “Wow, you guys planning on having some fun today?”

The other one says, “He’s kind of cute all embarrassed and all, too bad he has such a small dick.”

I can’t believe that I’m stretched out naked in a parking lot and strangers are talking about my anatomy like I’m some farm animal.

“You guys can join us for more fun, but no guys allowed except for Jack here and one other special guest for the grand finale.” I don’t like the sound of that.

“ We would love to join you, we’ll drop these guys off first.”

Nancy says, “Great” and hands them a hand written map from a stack she has on the floor.

As we pull up to a red light close to the outskirts of town, we alone at the light until a convertible comes to a stop next to us. Just my luck, SIX WOMEN. They all have bikini tops and long flowing hair, most of them are blonds, all thin and attractive.

From the convertible, “What do we have here?”

Nancy pulls the leash hard and as I have no choice but to stand, I hear her say “OK Jack, you’re on.”

I am embarrassed and thrashing around as the twins pull my legs apart and pin them to the sides of the Jeep. “Please let me sit back down, we’re still in the city and right next to a car full of people.”

“Those aren’t just people, Jack, they’re fully clothed beautiful young women – your favorite kind.”

Catcalls and giggling as I twist about trying to hide my privates which of course, are again in plain view of all.

Nancy commands, “Read this” and holds out a piece of cardboard with writing on it. She has it down below door level so that the girls in the convertible can’t see it. I know that she’s thinking that this way it will seem to them that I am just talking to them and not being forced to read.

TMO adds “And don’t screw this up, or you’ll pay.” As she shows me her ball zapper set to 4, sticks it to the tip of my dick and turns it on. I jump and shutter, “AAHHH!!”

The convertible beauties are amused by this and are now leaning towards me to get a better look.”

As I see TMO jack the voltage up to 10, I immediately start to read the board, “Hi, my name is Jack. Although I have an embarrassingly tiny di…..” TMO turns on the zapper, which will probably burn my nuts off of my body set at 10. I turn beet red with embarrassment as I restart, “Although I have an embarrassingly tiny dick, as you can see…” roars of laughter, “I would like you nice ladies to attend an outdoor party where I will beg you to further humiliate me in front of dozens of other women who along with yourselves will be completely clothed and I will be naked and helpless at all times. I’m begging you to find new and imaginative ways to hurt my pathetic dick and balls and please laugh in my face as I plead for you to stop. And if you stay for the grand finale, you will see me up-close licking another man’s ….”

One of the twins reaches through my legs and grabs both balls and squeezes them so hard my eyes water “FINISH IT NOW.”

“… you will see me up-close licking another man’s balls and sucking his dick. …” I say it, but know in my heart that it is impossible and there is nothing they can do to me to force that (how stupid can I get).

“… so if one of you nice girls could come over hear now and whip the front of my balls with this riding crop, then we can get on with it.”

Without hesitation, a tall athletic blond jumps out of the car, takes the crop from one of the twins and as Nancy stoops down to avoid getting hit, she swings with all of her strength and hits her mark, the poor sensitive sore skin on the front of my balls. The blow nearly knocks me back down on the seat, but that is impossible with Nancy’s grip on the “leash from hell”.

“SPLAT” my backward momentum is causing to barbs in the leash to seriously rip at my foreskin. Hysterical laughter and pointing erupts from both cars. “OK, follow us girls.”

We drive for quite a while up into the mountains passing more amused strangers with Nancy passing out additional map fliers for the party to come.

We finally turn onto a dirt road and travel several more miles. It seems quite remote and I’m thankful for not being viewed by more strangers. In a few minutes, that thankfulness would be replaced with sheer horror.

As we pull to a stop I look around to see several cars following us and recognize them as the “guests” that Nancy had invited along the way. The convertible full of blonds was first in line.

TMO motions them to all come around the Jeep. Nancy stands up and shouts out “You all go on ahead, we need to prepare Jack for his grand entrance. Tell the others that we will be there in a couple of minutes.”

“THE OTHERS?” I’m thinking, what does she mean by that  -- I would soon find out.

The other cars leave us and Nancy proceeds to yank me out of the Jeep.

I’m in a daze as I see here tie “the leash from hell” to the Jeep’s trailer hitch.

She gets back into the Jeep and the twins are giddy as TMO skids the tires with acceleration.

I’m at a full run now with the rocks on the road digging into my bare feet, being dragged behind the Jeep by my dick with my hands still tied behind my back.

The Jeep must be going about 10 MPH now and I know that if I trip, my dick will most likely be ripped from my body.

There is renewed excitement and laughter coming from the girls in the Jeep as we round a corner and pull into a large flat area.

While my main focus is remaining on my feet with my dick bouncing up and down with each step, I realize, in a surrealistic dreamlike manner that I think can’t be real, but it is – I’M BEING LED THROUGH DOZENS OF CLOTHED WOMEN BY MY DEICK.

There are more women than I can count and they are all laughing and pointing at my predicament.

There are loud cheers and applause as the Jeep comes to rest in the mountain meadow.

I am sweaty and dusty as Nancy immediately takes the leash and leads me to center of the crowd and ties the leash to a cord that I see is stretched over a log that is secured between two trees about 20 feet up. She stretches the slack out of the cord until I’m on my tiptoes and secures it around one of the tree trunks.

So I’m standing on tiptoes with my sore dick grotesquely stretched toward the sky, hands still tied behind me outside in the mountains in the middle of fifty or more women that are of course fully clothed and laughing and pointing at me.

One of the twins says “I like it when Jack’s stretched out spread eagle, can we do that now for his introduction to his new and old friends?”

Nancy, “Of course, anything for you two.” They immediately go to work, untying my hands and quickly looping new ropes that are hanging from trees that are about 20 feet apart. They pull the loose ends and stretch my hands upward and outward until my arms form a wide “V” over my head. Nancy releases my dick leash and there is some momentary relief having been pulled by a Jeep up the road, I see some new scrapes and blood spots on my poor abused member.

I have another small victory in that my feet are squarely on the ground and I’m not being forced up on my tiptoes. Before I can relax for a second, I realize, again, that is not an accident as I see two wood stakes pounded in the ground also about twenty feet apart. The twins are now securing my ankles and pulling them outwards towards the stakes. They loop the loose ends around the stakes and pull the rope like a pulley and stretch my legs so far apart that I feel like I’m being torn in two. The tips of my toes are barely touching the ground and other than my head, I can’t wiggle more than an inch in any direction.

The twins step back with Nancy to admire their handiwork. One of the twins says, “That’s more like it, nice and stretched.” The other one chimes in, “Yea, we can loosen his bonds later when we want to enjoy him thrashing around more when we start the real torture.” Real torture, I’m thinking, what would you call this up to now. I was getting a really sick sinking feeling. I look over to see TMO, who again has her hand down her shorts (she is like a Nymphomaniac, but in a sick twisted way. She can’t get enough sexual gratification, but it’s at my painful and humiliating expense.) “This is going to be fun,” she simply says.

There are dozens of women now, maybe even a hundred standing around me front and back. Talking in small groups, looking me up and down and pointing like I was some kind of art exhibit. Some women already have picked up sticks and are probing my privates. One woman is behind me pulling a pine bough up my ass crack. Some have thin willow branches and are whipping my ass with them.

As I look around, I see that there are more women that I know that are somehow here now. I guess that Nancy was right, they must have stolen my address book and called every woman in it. Old girlfriends, girls that I wanted to pick up, more work associates, old classmates. IS THERE ANY WOMEN IN TOWN THAT HASN’T SEEN STRETCHED OUT NAKED IN FRONT OF THEM AND COMPLETELY HUMILIATED?

Nancy says, “OK everybody, this is our guest of honor, JACK. He is here for your complete enjoyment. I encourage you all to abuse him in any way you see fit.”

Then like in a dream I see her – NINA!!!

To be Continued …