Adirondack Hard

Chapter 6: Flogged at the Top

I dropped the sticks, which I should now call 'switches', gave Jack his knife and walked with him to the log.

As I reached it I saw the other family across the top of the peak. The hard-looking man was glaring at me; the pretty wife in short denim shorts was distracting a coltish girl of maybe thirteen. Starting to get breasts. I looked again at the woman. She was the spitting image of the other woman who went down the mountain.

"I'll bet they're twins," I thought. Why would I think about that at a time like this?

We tried to heft the log. It was really heavy and I was afraid that without support I could get a hernia. I felt the strain in my scrotum. Fortunately my cock was going down.

The man saw our difficulty and came over to us.

"I guess I can give you a hand."

"Thanks," said Jack.

I was too embarrassed to speak; but together the three of us and Reba, who came to help as well, moved the log under the cross beam.

Jack thanked the stranger, who nodded curtly and turned to leave.

"I might need your help to get it out."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, once Ted is tied I want to push away the log he'll be standing on so he'll be suspended. It's...It's part of the ceremony."

"Sounds painful."

Sue chimed in: "Well, it's supposed to be. You know how secret societies are--corporal punishment and everything."

The man nodded as if he knew indeed.

"Well, call me over if you need more help. I'll stand by."

I thought to myself 'this guy might be a middle-aged redneck, but he's being very accommodating--and at least he's not calling me a sick fuck--though I am'.

Then Jack motioned to me:

"Okay, Teddy, up on the log."

With some effort Jack expertly tied one of my arms to one side, and drew the other tightly in the opposite direction and up. He directed me to spread my legs, his words causing me to blush and begin to erect once again--but I obeyed. I guess sometimes I like obeying.

Jack drew one leg far out to the right and tied it off. Then he pulled hard on the other leg so I was really split wide. Soon that leg was tied as well. I tried the ropes and they held me fast. I let out a big breath and felt a little terror rising.

"Maybe you can just let me stand on the log. This is awfully tight."

"Nope. If you're gonna do a thing like this, you got to do it right. I learned that in the scouts and again in Nam."

"You did this in Nam?"

"I'm afraid I did--but it wasn't for fun or 'personal exploration'. It was to get information."

"And... and did it always work?"

Jack said few words for someone with a big intellect and a lot of incredible experiences.

"Not as well as it worked for them on us."

"Why?"

"Maybe because they were fighting for their homeland. We were the invaders. We had less to lose and we broke easier. I know I did."

He did? That made me very curious. But Jack shook off the mood.

"Excuse me," he called out to the stranger, who had rejoined his family.

"I don't know your name, but I could use that help again if you don't mind."

"It's Myron Quincy. You can call me Mike. I'll be right over."

Mike returned to the site where my torture was about to take place. He looked me over frankly, surveying my helplessness.

"You did a good job."

He sounded cooler, not disgusted or hostile as before, but respectful, almost clinical.

" I heard you talking. I did some of the same work with the Japs during the war."

Great--two army torturers. At least I was in expert hands. I almost regretted I had nothing to confess. But that's not true, I had plenty they'd all be surprised to hear, even though so much had already been revealed, and I don't mean just my erect penis.

But I was safe from interrogation because they didn't know what questions to ask. They'd just do the torture.

Jack and Mike and Sue and Reba all pushed on the log, and it rolled away,

With an enormous "oof" my body dropped. I was suspended in air for just a moment, and then the very tips of my toes touched ground as the ropes stretched.

I was hanging in a perfect "X", and I felt like I was being racked. I groaned.

"Any last words?", asked Jack

I gasped my reply. "I'd like you all to do it. Simultaneously. Start easy and build it up."

Jack and the girls nodded.

Reba, who had been mostly silent all morning, now asked softly "how hard do you want us to go."

"Harder than you think you should. Maybe even until you draw a little blood. Use your judgment--but don't listen to my pleas for mercy."

Reba gasped and nodded. Her look was more sympathetic and understanding than horrified.

"I wanted something else," I said.

"What," asked Jack.

"I wanted the girls bare-breasted. I wanted the sight of my torturers to turn me on--not just the torture and the helplessness and my nakedness. I wanted to see their sweat as they worked me over." I liked the phrase "worked me over." It always gave me a charge. I looked back and forth from Reba's face to Sue's. "I want to watch your nipples get hard as you beat me. I want to see you get excited."

Sue said "I doubt you'll see that!"

Reba spoke. "But, we're not alone here." She looked to Mike who was standing a couple of feet away.

Mike responded, "At this point I don't care. You kids all crazy anyway. Might as well get crazier. I'll go over to my family."

Then he added, with what was either a twinkle or a leer, "Might even take a peek at the proceedings if you don't mind. It's only fair."

This time Reba blushed. Then she nodded. Sue and Jack did as well--and so did I.

Though I was moving off into some sort of endorphin-enriched state, I knew exactly what was going on. I had at least one additional witness to my humiliation, a stranger among friends. Well, the die was cast.

"Girls in front, Jack. You in back."

"So you can lech on my wife."

"She's so wonderful--she definitely deserves my attention. And you can beat the lechery out of me."

Jack nodded. He looked to his wife and to Reba. Both girls pulled off their shirts. Neither wore bras. I saw four nipples, Sue's soft, Reba's already erect. Just like my penis, I thought.

I saw four beautiful, pale, yielding breasts. Not what you expect to see on your torturers.

Jack also pulled off his shirt. I saw the scar he didn't like to talk about.

They all picked up switches, each about 40 inches long.

Reba stepped to my right, Sue to my left.

Jack moved around behind.

They just stood there.

"It's funny," I said. "Here I am being crucified, and I'm calling the shots. It's like the slave directing the masters. Right now you are my master--and mistresses."

I took a deep breath and let it out. I was stretched so tightly it was a little hard to breathe.

I nodded to the beautiful, bare-breasted hippie girl to my side, the one with a little hair visible under her armpits.

"Reba, you first."

"Where?"

"Every inch of my body, from above the knees up. Everywhere but my face."

Reba nodded. She tested the switch in the air. Its whistle was a shock. Then she stepped up close to me, her face well below mine as I hung suspended. She whispered, "You are a beautiful, wonderful, fascinating, brave man."

She ran her hand down my chest onto my hard penis. She held it tight and moved her hand in and out. "And you do excite me. I envy you."

I was surprised. I wondered what she meant.

"Don't...don't make me come. Once I come it's just torture, the pleasure is gone."

"Oh, I won't make you come. That was one of the things you said--keep on arousing you but don't let you cum. You're a very lucky guy. This day is all for you."

I nodded. "I know I'm lucky."

I gasped as she pumped me once more. I was aching and I was frightened, but I knew this was the moment of a lifetime.

Reba stepped away, drawing back the arm with the switch. I noticed the perky way her right breast rose with her arm.

And then she brought the switch forward with a 'wissshhhh' and it bit into my belly. I screamed. Startled, she dropped the rod, and stepped up. She looked at the angry line she had drawn across my belly. "Do we stop or go on?", she asked.

"Go on." I was gasping.

Then there was another wissshhhh, as Jack's switch bit into my shoulders.

And another as Sue whipped me across the chest. And another. And another. And I was writhing and screaming. I was looking out across the vast, calm wilderness, looking down into the faces and onto the breasts of two of my torturers. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the forms of all three members of Mike's family, including his young daughter, staring at me in frozen, horrified curiosity. I thought, 'how strange. How incredibly amazing all this is happening. All this for me'.

The blows must have rained down for ten minutes. I was sobbing, hysterical, pleading for mercy, deranged and outside of myself. Sliced and diced. My body was jumping and slumping. Jack's blows would drive me forward toward the girls, my cock bobbing upward. Then with determined, distracted looks, almost of enjoyment, the girls would beat me and I would jerk back. Then Jack would begin the cycle of my self-willed torture again. Sometimes all blows would land at once and it seemed the only way I could go was up or down--I'd jump or slump.

But my true, dear friends wouldn't stop. That's how much they cared.

Until at last Jack cried "there's blood!" And the whipping ended.

Sue reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. I saw her nipples were now fully erect. She asked the stunned Mike to take some pictures. She, Jack and Reba gathered around me. Mike snapped off pictures. Sue and Jack made 'thumbs up' signs.

Reba reached for my erection, it too bearing a couple of welts.

She took it and pumped.

"Hold on, now," said Mike.

He wound the camera, and as he pressed the shutter.

My body spasmed. I came in spurts that shot out away from me toward the camera. I wondered if he caught that on film, and I felt the betraying blush.

Suddenly I felt ashamed and I looked up to see the face of the little teeny-bopper watching, fascinated. I saw her look up to her mother as if wanting an explanation for the strange milk that poured from my thingie. I had come and I wanted to get down. I was humiliated and miserable.

The mother held the little girl's hand in hers. Her other hand was clutched to her heart, or the ample breast over it. I was in total agony, total shame, and yet I saw all this. I saw Mike, the middle-aged torturer from World War II, clutching his lower abdomen--or it could have been his penis, if it were hard. I glanced at Jack, who had turned facing me to assess the damage. I'm sure I saw a bulge in his shorts.

Reba and Sue were both breathing heavily, their naked chests heaving. How hard those four nipples were. I fantasized that it was pure animal arousal, though it might have been mere exertion.

Jack looked me in the face. "You're pretty marked up--Teddy, can you understand me?"

My eyes were opening and closing., but it was more from sweat burning me than from a drift toward unconsciousness. I nodded. "Water."

Reba rushed to her canteen and opened it as she sprinted back. She lifted the canteen to my lips, pressing against my bow-taut body. The contact burned like sandpaper against an open wound. I gasped and spasmed again.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," cooed Reba. More carefully she held the water to my lips and I drank.

"Not too much," warned Jack. "It'll make him sick."

"Can we just cut him down?", asked Reba.

"Not yet," said Jack. "Let him hang for a while, he's all right. Let him savor this moment. It may never happen again."

They say the victim sometimes learns to love his torturer through some perverse kind of identification. At those words I sure felt love for Jack.

"Let's take a rest, have a bite to eat. Then we'll get him down."

The girls looked at him like he was crazy. Then they looked at me, hanging there lacerated and groaning. And I nodded. Let me come down slowly from the heights I've scaled.

"Move the log," I requested.

Jack agreed. Mike came over to help, and with the girls they shifted the log back under my feet, relieving some of the strain on my wrists and toes.

I sighed and nodded in gratitude.

The girls went to get the picnic blanket and the food.

Now Mike and his family stepped up before me, as if on a receiving line at a funeral.

"We're gonna go, " he said.

Jack took his hand. "Thanks for your help."

Mike nodded, turning to his wife.

"This is what it was like in the war. You did things you never could imagine doing. You accepted as normal what was pretty insane."

Mike's wife nodded. "I finally understand."

"It's just a test," I rasped.

"A test of what?" the woman asked.

I paused, considering. "A test of what I can take."

"Why?"

"…I don't know."

"It's not an initiation, is it?"

"No," I said. I paused again, still struggling for breath.

"Just some friends having a good time."

"With friends like that…" she said.

"Honey, they're damn good friends," said Mike. "If somebody asked you to do this to them, could you?"

She just shook her head. But I think she understood. One thing I got at that moment hanging there naked in front of her and her family: I got new respect for Mr. and Mrs. Middle America.