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…
