It had been months since I had last seen John and Tom. The burns on my cock and balls had taken forever to heal. I had permanent marks and scars all over them. Many times during the recovery I would think, never again. This long painful recovery wasn't worth the couple hours of play. I didn't want to suffer through this again.
But as time passed and I fully healed, I started getting the itch to play again. I would masturbate while remembering that evening. It was all I could think about. Heaven help me, I wanted to feel my balls burning again. The smell of cigar and pipe smoke. The heat and pain, I was craving it. I wanted to hear them laughing at me as I screamed. I wanted to see and feel their dicks in my ass and down my throat. I wanted to see them shoot their loads as I begged for them to stop. I couldn't help myself, the memories made my dick hard.
I felt like I was slowly losing control. Part of me wanted to play with them again, and part of me said they had gone too far. I knew I shouldn't do this again. The weeks of painful recovery. The bandages and worries about infection. The marks and scars. But I couldn't control my desires. I couldn't stop myself.
I texted John and simply said, "Hi, how ya doing?"
John replied back immediately, "Be at the bar this Friday, 5pm. DON'T BE LATE!" That was it, no small talk or chit chat. John had just taken control. I knew I didn't have a choice anymore. I was going to see him Friday, I was committed. I had just meant to chat with him. Feel him out about getting together again. That was all over now. I grinned to myself. The next couple days were going to be a hard wait.
Friday finally arrived, I decided to take an Uber to the bar. I knew the bar John had meant. It was the local gay bar, we had had drinks there before.
I didn't want to be late, so I got there at 4:30. I walked in and didn't see him. Good I was there early. I went to the bar and ordered a beer. I started watching the game on the TV.
Then I saw them. Through the door to the back patio. John and Tom were at a table outside, smoking and drinking. I guess I wasn't early after all.
My heart skipped a beat. I was instantly nervous. I hadn't expected him to be here already. I hadn't expected to see Tom. When we had originally met he had been by himself. It wasn't until later that he introduced me to Tom. I didn't know what their relationship was, so I guess it shouldn't surprise me to see them together. I didn't get the feeling they were a couple, but who knew.
John started waving at me to come over. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, why had I texted him? I grabbed my beer and started walking out to the patio. Deep down I was a total pain pig masochist and I wanted this, that's why I had texted him.
I knew there was going to be a point where things were going to go too far. I knew, at some point, I was going to want them to stop, but they wouldn't. I knew I didn't get a say in what was going to happen and when it would stop. I couldn't help myself, my dick was getting hard and I just kept walking.
I sat down and Tom smiled at me. "It's good to see you, It's been months. What have you been up to?"
I replied, "Nothing new, just working away."
John leaned back in his chair and stared at me. He started smiling and I could tell the wheels were turning in his head.
I asked, "What are you two up to tonight? Any plans?"
John replied, "You texted me, remember. What are you looking for?"
I look at Tom, then back to John, then down at the floor. What the fuck am I doing. I am going to regret this. There is only one word that comes to mind. Only one thing that stirs my emotions and desires, "Pain," is the only word I can say.
Tom looks over to John and I see a grin forming on his face. "Did I hear that right? Has our little pain pig come back for more?"
John grins back at him and says, "I think we now have plans for the evening."
John frowned and looked at me, "Finish that beer and don't say another fucking word. Just sit there and wait for us to finish!"
Tom reached over and grabbed my shoulder, he stared me in the face and said. "You need to remember who we are. You came here and asked for this. We own you now. We can do anything we want to you. So just sit there and keep your mouth shut!"
I sit there, looking down. I am nervous and my heart is pounding. I try to relax. There isn't anything I can do now, they have taken control. An evening of pain and agony awaits me, but I can't stop myself, my dick continues to get hard. I whisper, "Yes sir."
I drink my beer and sit there. I don't look at them, and I don't look around. John and Tom are laughing and talking. I don't listen, I just sit and wait, finishing my beer.
Eventually they stand up. I hadn't even realized they had finished their drinks and cigars. I had been staring at John's cigar, watching him slowly grind it out in the ashtray. I looked up and saw Tom smiling. I can tell he had been watching me. He smiles and says, "Yea, you know what is coming."
In a harsh voice John says, "Get up, let's go."
I stood up and followed them out. As we walk past the bar, I see the bartender grinning at us. He says, "Have fun you two".
John stops and says, "Mike, you want to come over after work?"
The bartender stops and thinks for a few seconds then says, "Don't know. Depends on how tired I feel when my shift is over."
John says, "Well, if you feel up to it, come join the fun."
"Thanks, I may just do that," He says.
In the parking lot we all walk over to a SUV. John gets in the driver seat, and Tom opens the back door and waves for me to climb in. He sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
I look into Tom's eyes. He is staring into mine. With his free hand he reaches down to my crotch and starts feeling my cock and balls.
He leans forward and starts kissing me. I put my hand on his leg as he continues to rub my crotch. We kiss long and deep.
We break and Tom moves my hand to his crotch. I can feel his hard dick.
"Did you enjoy yourself last time? We did. Both John and I had a lot of fun. We even came up with some new ideas."
I can feel Tom's dick getting harder as we continue to kiss. His hand on my crotch starts squeezing my balls.
I look forward and see John frowning at me in the rearview mirror. I suddenly had a bad feeling. I hope I haven't over stepped. Tom started kissing me first, I didn't kiss him. I try to break away, but Tom grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me even harder. He is shoving his tongue deep into my mouth.
I glanced forward again and saw John looking pissed. Tom must be doing this on purpose. Oh shit. I try to break away again but Tom has my balls and is squeezing them HARD. The fight goes out of me. I can't fight him off, I don't want to fight him off. He has me by the back of my neck and my balls. He's squeezing them hard. I am groaning in pain, but he continues to kiss me.
We finally got to where we were going. Tom finally lets me go and I take a few seconds to recover. I looked around. We are in a rural area, maybe an old farm. I don't see any other houses in the area. Very secluded. Tom shoves me to the side as he gets out, John opens the other door and pulls me out of the car, shoving me to the ground. "Get your fucking clothes off you piece of shit!" He sounds pissed.
"Right here?" I ask.
"Yes, right fucking here! Take them off and put them in the back of the car, you won't need them anymore."
I quickly take off my clothes. Tom walks away and returns with a large shiny metal ring with smaller rings attached to it. John leans down, grabs my arms and pulls me to my feet. He holds my hands behind my back while Tom opens the large metal ring and places it around neck. John then starts forcing my hands into black leather bags that seal around my wrists. Then ties them tight and attaches them to the sides of the steel collar. I am helpless and my hands are useless.
John says, "these restraints take some time to get used to. Walk slowly, it is easy to lose your balance. If you fall I am going to make you crawl into the house!"
He shoves me towards the front door. It was hard but I kept my balance. I followed Tom inside, it was a nice clean house with a big entryway leading from the front door to a large living room. There was a couch and two big chairs facing a TV. The room had bookcases lining the walls with books floor to ceiling.
Tom guids me out of the living room and down a hall. He opens a door into a dark room and flips the light switch on. It is a big play room. Whipps, and floggers hanging from one wall. Chains hanging down from the ceiling. A sling in the corner. A black leather bondage table in the middle. John pushes me towards the center of the room and next to the table. He pushes down, "Get on your knees," he said.
They leave the room and I am alone to look around. Every kind of toy and implement of torture I could images is here. I can even see the pipe they used to burn my cock and balls with last time.
A few minutes later Tom walks in naked carrying a drink. He sat down on the couch in the corner. John follows a few moments later in a leather vest and chaps. They sit together and start making out. Groping and kissing each other. After a few minutes of this John says, "Remember that video I showed you with the guy fucking his sub while his nuts were being pulled? Let's do that".
Tom said, "Sure, let's start there. You get some weights and ropes, and I will tie its balls up."
Tom lifted me up and bent me face down on the bondage table. He tied my collar to the table. I wasn't going anywhere now. I watched him walk to the wall and take down some leather leg cuffs and a spreader bar. He attached them to my ankles and spread me wide open. My balls and ass were now fully available. I felt him feeling my ass crack and hole. Slowly worked his way down to my balls. He started slowly squeezing and rubbing my cock and balls. He eventually grabbed my balls and started pulling on them. I could feel him wrapping something around them.
While Tom was tying up my balls, John was rigging a long rope through a bunch of pulleys from the wall and up to the ceiling. I didn't really understand what he was doing until Tom tied the end of the rope to the cord he had wrapped around my balls. Right in front of me the other end of the rope was hanging down from the ceiling. When Tom was done, John pulled the rope down experimentally and I could feel it pulling my balls straight out behind me. "Perfect," he said.
John walked across the room and started grabbing a bunch of weights from a basket on the floor.
