BDSM Story – The Weekend – Chapter 1
by Sardonicus
The next morning I awoke earlier than usual. I still couldn’t quite believe that I had promised to surrender myself, naked, at noon, in the woods of George Whistler’s estate, to the tender (hopefully) mercies of four young women.
I showered, then puttered around for as long as I could but, by 11:30, I realized I had best be on my way. I dressed in running shorts and shoes, just as I had the day before, and drove to the estate. It was about 11:45 when I parked, so I took my time getting to the clearing. Upon arrival, I looked around and saw no one. I removed my running shoes, then my nylon shorts, then moved through the undergrowth to the clearing. Once in the center, I stood at attention, as directed, feeling very naked and very foolish.
It was only moments before I heard them. They came through the forest from the general direction of the campsite. When they came into view I was amazed to see that they wore only the soft orange thongs they had been wearing the day before.
“Glad you could make it.” Maggie was the first to speak. “I guess you are wondering why we are dressed as we are. Well, it’s simply to add to your torment. One of the things that make you men so interesting is the fact that you can’t conceal your excitement. There’s simply no place to hide a hard-on, at least when you are naked. I know you find our bodies attractive and I also know that a stiff cock is a lot more susceptible to torment than a soft one. Of course, I assume you’ll try to avoid becoming sexually excited. With us dressed
like this, I imagine you’ll have a pretty difficult time, though.”
“Do you just want to humiliate me?”
“Ahhh, sweetheart. It goes much deeper than that. You’ll see.”
She then reached down and gave my cock a couple of smooth strokes. When it noticeably stiffened, Maggie gave me an evil grin and I heard one of the other girls giggle. She gave me a nudge in the general direction and we started walking toward the campsite. Once there, I realized that this was almost surely going to be much worse than I had thought. The picnic tables were still there, but one had been covered with an old blanket. I could imagine myself stretched out on top of it, at their mercy. The ground as covered with soft pine needles,
dappled by the sun through the overhead branches, giving the scene a cheerful appearance. The fact that I was soon to be a helpless victim, however, made me attach ominous overtones to everything I saw.
One of the girls, the blonde victim of yesterday, came forward with some thick nylon rope, her pert breasts bobbing delightfully. She tied my wrists together in expert fashion, then tossed the end of the rope over a heavy tree branch that was about nine feet off the ground. One of the other girls took the end and
drew me up to my fullest stretch, still allowing me to touch the ground with my feet, before tying the rope off on a tree branch, below. At this point I was strung up by my wrists, but able to stand comfortably. Not for long, however. They quickly drove heavy metal stakes into the ground at my feet, about four feet apart. Watching these lovely girls work, the thongs disappearing between firm, tanned buttocks, and their breasts gleaming with a soft sheen of perspiration, was causing my cock to behave as though I was actually looking
forward to the coming events.
Once the stakes were in place, my ankles were tied to them with more lengths of the thick rope; stretching my legs apart and leaving me almost suspended by my wrists, straight over my head. My ankles were pulled out to the point that I was just barely able to maintain contact with the ground with the tips of my toes.
The position was not comfortable. Maggie walked around me then stepped back into my line of vision and asked me if I was “comfy”. I didn’t respond, so she took hold of my cock, which was growing larger, in
spite of my wishes, and began to stroke it. Her stroke was gentle, but it contained a firmness of grip that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
My cock responded to her caresses. Once it was fully erect, she abandoned it and began to work on my nipples. She teased them with her fingernails, then, pinching savagely, let me know how easy it was for her to hurt me. My “Owwww!” seemed to please her and she released the tender nubs while she looked me directly in the eyes.
“I think you are finally beginning to understand your situation. Well, good. You’ve got lots of time to appreciate it.”
“Now,” she said, sweetly. “The first thing we’re going to do is see how far we can stretch your balls.” She brought forward a four-foot length of thin nylon clothesline, halved it, then made a loop at its center by pulling the loose ends back through. She placed the loop around the base of my testicles, above the balls and below the penis, and pulled it snug. She then took the loose ends, threaded them together between my testicles, and pulled them back through the loop around my balls, separating them very tightly. She gave the loose ends a firm tug, demonstrating that pulling on them created more pressure, and, correspondingly, more pain for my balls.
“Those poor little things are starting to get a little purple, already. I don’t think he’s going to enjoy this very much,” commented yesterday’s victim, who was watching my reactions very closely.
One of the girls produced a yellow plastic pail; the handle of which she tied to the loose ends of the clothesline that separated my balls. Allowing the pail to hang free, they seemed pleased to note that it was suspended about eight inches above the ground. The pail didn’t weigh very much, but even its slight burden
was noticeable to my tethered balls. I was pretty sure this was going to get very unpleasant, very quickly, and the girls rapidly proved me correct. The tension on my balls, along with the knowledge that things could easily be put into the pail to make it heavier, had me nervously anticipating their next move. My cock was still semi-erect in spite of my fear, or perhaps, because of it!
“How much weight do you think your balls can support?” Maggie asked, with a smirk. I didn’t respond, just looked up at the rope holding my wrists high above my head. “Water is reasonably heavy, so let’s just find out. Ladies, let’s have some water.”
While yesterday’s blonde victim was filling a pail with water from the creek, the other three amused themselves by playing with my naked body. One of them pinched my nipples and ran her hand lightly up and down my chest and belly. Another seemed to be checking my buttocks for firmness. Maggie held my cock in
her left hand while, looking directly into my eyes, she gently scraped a sharp fingernail all over its sensitive head. The combination of stimulation was pretty overwhelming and my sexual excitement was very obvious. I was almost relieved when the pretty blonde returned with her pail half-filled with water. It looked very heavy.
“A gallon of water weighs about six pounds,” Maggie commented with a smile. “That bucket we’ve suspended from your balls will hold two gallons. I’m not really sure you can take twelve pound tied to your balls. That’s a lot of weight to suspend from those tender little eggs. What do you think?”
I wasn’t given a chance to reply. The blonde tilted her pail over the one hanging from my balls and let the water begin to fill it. The increased weight was immediately uncomfortable. I began to feel a dull ache deep in my testicles. She stopped after putting about a half-gallon in my pail and they all watched my reactions as the pail swung tautly between my legs. At a signal from Maggie, the blonde poured what was left in her pail into mine. I could feel the rope separating my balls tighten from the pull of the additional weight. I was starting to get scared!
“That’s about six pounds,” Maggie said. “How does it feel now?” She raised a perfectly formed bare foot and gave the pail a little nudge with her toes, causing it to swing forward and back between my legs in a gentle arc. Each swing seemed to tighten the rope a bit more, causing my cock to bob around like it had a mind of its own.
“I don’t think I can take any more!” I pleaded. “Please. Get that thing off me before I really get damaged!” That brought a couple or giggles from the girls. They were really enjoying this!
“Don’t be such a baby,” Maggie replied, with a soft smile. “I’m sure a fine physical specimen such as yourself can handle more than a mere six pounds. I think we need some more water.” This last was to the little blonde, who hurried to the stream with her empty pail.
Maggie gently stroked my cock, looking directly into my eyes. “I told you we wouldn’t do you any damage, didn’t I? Don’t you trust me?” I decided to remain quiet, just hoping that she really knew what she was doing.
The blonde was back quickly with the pail that was, once again, about half full of water. She looked at Maggie expectantly and, receiving a nod, began to pour more water into my pail, stopping only when things reached the point that I was certain my testicles were about to burst or, even worse, be torn from my body.
Maggie examined the pail and strummed the taut clothesline between it and my balls several times, almost like a harp’s string. Almost absently, she gave it another nudge with her toes, sending it into a soft arc that was causing me agony. “That’s about ten pounds,” she said. “I guess that’s about all he can take, ladies. Let’s see how he handles that for a while.”
They gathered around me and amused themselves by teasing and tormenting my stretched out body with their hands. When I was unable to resist reacting to their fingers digging into my sides, they were delighted at my ticklishness. I struggled to remain as still as a statue, so that the pail pulling my balls would hurt as little as possible, but their fingernails in my ribs and armpits soon had me jumping around as much as my tight bondage would permit. Each sudden movement, of course, led to immediate pain in my tethered balls. I was pleading for mercy between my ticklish laughs when Maggie finally told them to stop.
“OK, ladies, let’s give him a little rest, now. We don’t want to break our toy before we’ve had all our fun.” She lifted the pail that was torturing me and poured its heavy contents onto the ground in front of me. My relief was immediate, though I suspected the dull ache in my balls would not subside for some time.
They gathered around me and Maggie, again, began stroking my softening cock, which quickly reacted to her caresses.
“He’s got a very nice body.” I heard from one of my tormenters.
“Like the song says, we’ve only just begun,” this from Maggie. Wait until he feels the clips!”
One of the other girls spoke up at this time, something about enjoying the sight of my cock swinging in the breeze. She finished her comments with a request to “get into high gear.”
“I think it’s time to see how he likes our little whips.” Maggie’s voice again, and very scary.
“A new tie, though,” from the blonde victim of yesterday.
“Yes, let’s work between his legs,” said the redhead.
I wanted to ask them what they had already been doing, if not working between my legs, but discretion got the better part of valor, and I remained silent.
They released me from my bonds and allowed me to rest a few minutes on the ground, at their feet, while they removed the stakes from the earth and put the ropes away. I really wanted to fondle and examine my balls to see if there was any damage to them, but was too embarrassed to do so with them watching.
My rest was brief. Maggie briskly ordered me to my feet and, using cuffs that came from a large box nearby handcuffed my wrists together in front of me. The cuffs fit snugly but not tightly enough to pinch my skin. Next, a pair of sturdy thumbcuffs was produced from the box and was placed on my big toes, locking my feet closely, and implacably, together. Then Maggie took a very long piece of thin nylon clothesline and doubled it at the midpoint. She placed the loose ends of the line through the midpoint loop, around my waist, drawing it
uncomfortably tight, with the loose ends hanging down from near my navel. She then brought the free ends down my lower belly to my genitals and drew them back between my legs, passing one loose end around either side of my genitals. The thin ropes came back together behind my balls, nesting snugly in the crack of my ass. The ends were then drawn up behind me and, at the small of my back, passed through the loop around my waist. Maggie then directed me to raise my handcuffed wrists above my head. When I complied, she passed the ends under the short chain connecting the cuffs, then drew the ends over the same tree limb above my head. When the girls began pulling the rope over the limb, my hands were drawn up over my head b the rope between the cuffs and the thin ropes were snugged deeply, and painfully, into the cleft between my buttocks. They drew the rope up until I was on my tiptoes, with the thumbcuffs preventing me from any kicking about or other unusual leg movement. The ropes that felt like they were cutting me in half between my legs were supporting almost my entire weight. They finally tied it off so I was just able to reach the ground with my toes, but I was unable to make any movement, at all, without causing myself intense pain.
They all gathered closely around me, enjoying my reaction to this very creative bondage. The ropes pressing tightly on either side of my cock and balls were having an effect on me. Once again, in spite of my fear, my cock was growing erect. I tried to grasp the rope above my head, with my cuffed hands, hoping to take some of my weight off the rope between my legs, but it was too thin for me to gain any benefit. My hands simply slipped off its surface.
“Get the whips!” This was Maggie’s voice.
“Yeah. That’s what we need.”
“The whips” turned out to be four very thin and very nasty looking riding crops. Each of the girls took one and began taking turns slashing at my naked body. I was unable to move around very much because the nylon clothesline drawn up into my ass was so painful. All I could do was dangle there in front of them and take it.
The crops were thin enough that they didn’t break my skin, but they stung like fire every time they made contact with my naked skin. They began by concentrating their blows to my buttocks and thighs but, when they saw how sharply I reacted to cuts across my chest and belly, they made sure at least half of their strikes were across my front. The combination of the savage crops and the rope between my legs that sawed into me soon had me in a fog-like daze of pain and pleasure. I began to understand why the greatest fear of Indian captives was to be turned over to the squaws. These girls were really enjoying themselves!
Maggie called a halt to the whipping, then really got my attention when she dug into the box and brought out some wooden, pinch-type clothespins. She showed them to me, then began placing them on my cock.
“You’ll appreciate this,” she said. “They hurt when they go on, but they hurt a lot worse when they come off.” She put several of them on both sides of my cock, then placed several more on the very sensitive tip. They hurt, all right, but when she began flicking them with her forefinger they felt like wasp stings on the most sensitive parts of my body! They all seemed fascinated by the sight of the clothespins dangling from my penis, which was very erect in spite of the pain. After a few minutes, however, my worst fears were realized.
I heard Maggie say “OK, ladies, why don’t you use those crops to take those clothespins off!”
They delighted in following her suggestion and, when they started to whip my cock with their crops, I almost lost it They slashed at the clothespins savagely, trying to make them disconnect.
Each slash of a crop was like a line of fire across my genitals. Every move I made to try to avoid the pain caused the thin nylon rope to cut deeper into my crotch. There was no escape…I was dancing like a puppet at the end of a slim white cord!
It seemed an eternity before they had finished whipping the clothespins off my cock. I was sure I was bleeding profusely, but a downward glance revealed no blood, just a very red cock and balls.
The scary part was that I was still enormously erect in spite of the pain! The girls were really enjoying my situation. They each took a turn at stroking my cock, making certain I wasn’t given enough stimulation to have an orgasm. The little blonde who had been the victim yesterday was particularly vicious, delighting in pinching my nipples savagely with one hand while pumping away at my very sore cock with the other.
After what seemed forever, they seemed to agree that I was ready for some sort of different treatment. They released me from the rope between my legs, removed the handcuffs from my wrists and the thumbcuffs from my toes, and allowed me another brief rest. I was relieved, and a little surprised, to discover no blood running down my legs.
Much sooner than I would have wished, they led me over to one of the sturdy picnic tables. It was the one that had been covered with a blanket…to prevent splinters, I guessed, but I wasn’t given much time to contemplate that fact. I quickly found myself bound spread-eagled to the four corners of the table. I was face up and stretched as tightly as they could manage. I was beginning to wonder if I wouldn’t have been better off to let them do whatever they wanted with the videotape. My continuing, and very visible, sexual excitement, however, made me realize I was just kidding myself. I would let them do almost anything to me, if only they would give me an orgasm, or two!
“It’s time for you to feel a little heat,” Maggie whispered into my ear, casually stroking my cock. It was getting rock-hard again, to my horror. “First, we’re going to apply a little bit of hot candle wax to some of your more sensitive places…then we’re gonna take it off. Sounds like fun, huh? First, though, we’ve got to try to make sure your cock stays as hard as possible for this procedure. This ought to help.” She produced a short length of the thin rope, tied it tightly around the base of my genitals, and then used the ends to wrap around and tightly separate my balls before tying them off. “There. Things ought to stay pretty tight and firm with that. Hmmm. Your balls are getting purple, again. Does this hurt?”
“This” was a sharp fingernail, digging into my taut left testicle. My gasp of pain gave her the answer she wanted.
She then brought out and lit a white candle that appeared to be about a half-inch thick and about eight inches long. She carefully began to drip the burning wax from the candle onto my nipples. It was very hot, and she was holding the candle only about two inches above my chest as she dripped the wax. I struggled against the ropes, but they were expertly tied. I was going nowhere until I was released!
I soon realized that coating my nipples with wax was to be the least of it. After my nipples were generously covered, she began to slowly cover the shaft of my cock. This was very painful, particularly because she was holding the candle so close to my flesh. The other girls were watching my reactions closely and they seemed almost stunned by the violence of my struggles against my bonds.
Once the shaft was covered, the worst (I thought) began. Maggie began to drip the burning wax slowly onto the head of my cock. The rope around the base of my cock kept me erect, but I wasn’t sure I could handle much more of this. Hot wax from two inches above the most sensitive part of an erect penis is very scary stuff. Each drip felt like a hot needle through my flesh.
When she finished covering the head of my cock and began to drip the wax on my tightly tied balls, I yelled aloud, much to the delight of my audience. The scrotal sac is covered with very thin skin! I was sure I was being blistered with each and every drip of wax!
She finally finished her painful work, leaving me trembling with relief, and with my nipples and genitals completely covered with the now hard wax. I thought the worst might be over. Silly me!
“Here’s your big chance, Bill,” Maggie said. “We’ve got to take this wax off you, so we might as well have some fun in the process. Each of us is going to take off our thong and crawl up there on top of you. You are going to try to bring us to an orgasm. We’ll be facing your cock, with our sweet little pussies right over your mouth. You’ll be able to reach our clits with your tongue, if you try, real hard! Make each one of us come, with your tongue, and the rest of this session will be very easy for you. Oh, I forgot to mention that, while you are trying to get us off with your tongue, we’ll be removing the wax from your cock and balls with this…”
“This” turned out to be an automotive test probe, about six inches long, that looked like a screwdriver but had a very sharp point. The sharp point, she explained matter-of-factly, was ideal for removing hard wax from sensitive places, a fact she demonstrated by carefully removing the wax from my nipples. It hurt a great deal. Each small piece of wax she flicked away required her to dig the sharp point of the probe into the tender skin beneath the wax. I could only imagine how bad it would be when they started working on my cock and balls.
Maggie was the first to mount me, of course. She removed her thong and positioned herself with her knees on either side of my chest, facing my genitals, so that, as promised, I could reach up with my straining tongue and stimulate her clitoris. This was a task I was more than happy to undertake! She tasted sweet and warm, and her body reacted immediately to my efforts. Torturing me must have really gotten her turned on! She tried to resist her reactions by digging sharply into my cock and tightly stretched balls with the probe, and she did slow me down somewhat. That thing was sharp! In less than five minutes, however, she came vigorously, with loud shuddering sobs. The watching girls were hushed as she finished and I hoped my excellent efforts might have earned me a reprieve. They recovered quickly, however, and argued briefly about whose turn it was to go next!
Each of them, in turn, climbed on the table and presented a soft, warm pussy to me. I was able to lick and suck their clits and, finally, brought each of them to a climax, but while I was doing that, they used the sharp screwdriver probe to remove every speck of the wax from my cock and balls. I tried to maintain my concentration, but the pain of having a sharp instrument digging into the head of my cock was more than I could bear. After what seemed an eternity of agony, the last of them was spent and my cock and balls were clean of the wax.
In spite of all the things that had been done to me, I was still enchanted by Maggie. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a demeanor that caused me to be sexually excited, just by being in her presence. Having her “playing” with me was incredibly stimulating, in spite of the pain she inflicted.
“You’ve shown you can take a lot,” she whispered into my ear. “We’re going to make you come, now. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes! Please, please, make me come!”
“You may regret that request.”
“I don’t care. Please make me come!”
“You heard him, ladies. Let’s get him off.”
I should have been warned by the giggles.
She untied the rope around my cock and balls and discarded it, then produced a bag full of white, plastic clothespins. They were the type that had serrations in the pinching ends, to create a positive grip, a fact she pointed out by placing one in front of my concerned eyes and opening and closing it slowly. She began carefully placing them around the ridge on the head of my cock. Each of them created its own special kind of pain as they were applied. When she was done, there were ten of them, tightly gripping the ridge. She gave my cock mild shaking, causing the pins to bounce around merrily. The pain was exquisite!
“This is your ‘reward’ for being such a good victim,” she said, grinning and taking a firm grip on my cock’s shaft. “You’re so turned on that you won’t be able to stop yourself from coming.”
I was still spread-eagled to the table, so was helpless to prevent anything she wished to do. She began to stroke my cock firmly, causing me to gasp aloud at the renewed pain the moving clothespins caused.
“I know you think this is very bad now, but you won’t believe how bad it is when you start to come.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant but knew I was about to find out. Her soft hand on my sensitized shaft was rapidly bringing me to the point of no return, in spite of the agony the clothespins were causing. Watching my eyes carefully, she increased the tempo of her strokes as I neared my plateau, every stroke jiggling the clothespins and causing me excruciating pain!
“When you come,” Maggie said, slowing her stroke slightly to drop me back before the final blast, “you aren’t going to believe how painful it is. Every ejaculatory surge will cause the head of your cock to expand. Unfortunately for you, these clips around the head of your cock don’t have any room to expand. They’re inclined to just sort of hang around and bite in. With every surge your cock head will try to expand to the max. The clothespins, however, prevent it from being able to do that. The result is excruciating pain. Each time your
cock surges to ejaculate, the pins will bite in even tighter than they feel now. It’s the perfect combination of pain and pleasure! You won’t be able to avoid the pain, and you won’t be able to resist the pleasure! All we need to make this perfect is a couple of nasty little clamps for your nipples.”
As if on signal, the little blonde produced a couple of very severe looking alligator clamps. She carefully prepared my nipples for them, pulling and tugging until they were perfectly ready, then placed them expertly on the very tips of my nipples. They hurt terribly, but I was more concerned with what Maggie was up to between my legs!
“Here we go,” Maggie said, masturbating me mercilessly.
I couldn’t resist. She took me rapidly to the point of no return then, smiling sadistically, finished the job. I came as I had never come before! Each surge, as promised, was excruciatingly painful. The head of my cock tried to expand and there was no place to go! The pain was like ten red-hot needles through my cock! Yet, at the same time, I was feeling an ecstasy like I had never experienced before! Pain and pleasure mixed in an explosive potion and I came in rivers!
Each time my cock surged, I felt pain that seemed to take me completely away from my body.
Finally, I finished, and now the pain wasn’t sexy anymore. Now it was just brutally severe in a way that’s hard to describe. Maggie took the clothespins off my cock, one at a time. Each one left its own mark of agonizing pain on my psyche. They actually did hurt worse being removed than they had being put in place!
When they were all gone, I was totally spent, wanting only to be released from my bondage.
“Guess what?” Maggie asked.
“Huh?” I was still dazed.
“It’s after five. Your ordeal is over!”
“Can we do without these other people?” I asked.
“Of course. Ladies, would you leave us alone, please?”
The other girls left the clearing, leaving us alone. I was still tied to the picnic table but she released me as soon as they were out of sight.
“Where’s my copy of the videotape?”
“Here.” She placed it on the table. “I do have one confession to make, however,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I did make one extra copy. I had to be safe.”
“You’re a cunning little bitch.”
“Yeah,” with a smirk, “but you can’t deny you liked what we did to you, in spite of the pain. A stiff cock tells no lies.”
“Well, what do I have to do to get the other tape from you?”
She looked at me with eyes that fairly burned. “Be here next Saturday, naked. I’ll be alone. It’ll just be you, and me, and you won’t believe how cruel I’ll be to you.”
The thought of being at lovely Maggie’s mercy, again, gave me a rush of sexual excitement. “If you hadn’t asked me, I’d have asked you,” I told her.
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