Jack's Reluctant Conversion

Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter Five

       I continued to train Jack.  I always kept him restrained.  I still wasn’t sure of his conversion, or should I say, acceptance of his new situation as my sex slave.  I did not want to have to subdue him.  That could be a problem.

       I did notice that he seemed to be very willing to suck my cock, and it did seem that he was always aroused.  When sucking my cock, I noticed he liked to use his tongue a lot and his technique was continually improving.  There were times when I used Viagra on him, but again, there were times when I did not, and still his cock was hot and ready for action.  While I liked whipping his cock, I had to be careful to not injure this precious appendage.  I did continue to whip him for the shear pleasure of doing so.  In fact, he gave me little excuse to punish him, so any torture was for the pleasure of doing it to him.  He no longer questioned why I was tormenting him.  As I think about it there was one particular incident that seems to bring the point home.

       Jack and I were in the video room watching a football game.  As it happens, we were rooting for rival teams.  We were sitting on the lounge couch watching the game.  The score was only one point apart, with Jack’s team winning.  We both were naked, with Jack’s wrists locked behind his back, the ball stretcher in place with the attached chain’s dangling from this convenient restraint device.  As we watched I was playing with Jack’s cock, and stroking mine, keeping him hard, with no satisfaction for him.  This has proved to be a excellent training technique.  By this time in our relationship, our conversations were nearly normal.

       Jack had not had a climax in about three days.  As we watched the game, and I was stroking and fondling his cock, Jack’ thighs and belly would begin to tremble, and he would try to hump my hand.  This happened several times. It was obvious he wanted to cum.  I slapped his cock several times, and grasped his balls, squeezing them, warning him to not cum unless I gave him permission.  Jack bit his lip and moaned as he watched his throbbing cock, knowing there would be no relief for his aching phallus, unless I deemed it to be so.  To punctuate my admonition, I would make jack kneel between my thighs and suck my cock for a few minutes.  I would stop him before I came because I wanted to have a raging cock for what ever happened after the game.  Needless to say, Jack ended upon his naked knees, sucking my rampant cock, several times,

       Jack’s team went up by three more points on a field goal.  He was really happy and was commenting on how good his team was.  Further, he added a couple of derogatory remarks about my team.  So, I made him a bet.

       “OK, Smart Ass Slave, I’ll make you a bet, “ I said.

       Jack replied, “What kind of a bet.  I am not in a position to bet anything.”

       Smiling I answered, as I squeezed his cock,  “Yeah, I can see that.  Tell you what.  Here’s a bet you might go for, and it give you a bit of choice.  You bet your cock.  If my teams wins, you get your cock whipped and tortured, and you suck me off.  I will mouth fuck you.  If your team wins, I will give you a cum.  In, fact, I will suck your cock to help make your cum a really good one.”

       Jack didn’t seem to hesitate.  “OK, it’s a deal!”

       “Don’t be so quick,” I warned.  “I will bind your cock and balls, very tightly,  and give your cock a hard whipping, abuse your balls, then I intend to mouth fuck you.  I may even whip you ass, soundly.  You still want to make that bet?”

       Jack smiled, with a obvious lust etched on his face, “Game on!”

       He understood what I meant about whipping and torture his cock.  Over the many days of his captivity, I had severely whipped his cock, causing his cock and balls quite a bit of pain.  I realize he would give anything to cum as he had not had satisfaction in about three or four days, maybe a week.  It was obvious to me that the thought of having his cock whipped and tortured did not frighten him, even though it would involve quite a bit of pain.  This was a very promising sign of his submission and acceptance of the torture his cock and balls had received.

       We continued to watch the game as I fondled his erect cock and balls.  The head of his cock was covered with pre-cum.  The score went back and forth in a great game.  At the very end of the game my team won with a field goal, winning by three points.  So, now I was looking forward to torturing his cock, and not giving him a climax.

       I jerked on Jack’s cock, smiling, said, “Well, I guess your cock is mine for awhile.  Stand up, and present yourself in front of me.”

       While Jack was standing up I reached into a drawer in the end table next to the couch and dragged out several items I could use to torture his cock.  My cock was getting harder, and when I looked back at Jack I noticed his cock was throbbing.  I looked up at his face and saw lust etched on his countenance as he was looking down at his very erect and very vulnerable cock.  I would swear he was looking forward to being tortured.

       I grasped his cock, saying, “Come closer and present your cock.”

       Jack did not resist and moved closer to me.  He did present his cock as he has been taught to do.  This means he stands at attention, his wrists still locked behind his back, and he pushes his cock out as far as he can, making it easy for someone to fondle his cock, bind or to torture it.

       I reached under his cock and grasped his balls.  Jack stood quiet as I removed the steel ball stretcher.  I had pulled a rather thin rope from the drawer.  I grasped his balls again, pulled down on them, and began to tightly wrap the rope around the top of his ball sack.  I pulled the rope tight, causing him to flinch a bit.  After I tied the rope off, I began to wrap the remaining length around his rampant cock, around the base.  Once I tied that rope off, I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, sucking it and flicking the tip with my tongue.  I could feel his cock getting harder, and throbbing in my mouth.  Jack was moaning softly with pleasure and what pain I was giving him.

       I grasped his newly bound cock, and pulling it, I led him to play room.  I made him get on the bed and tied him to the bed, face up.  He was tied so he could not squirm away and roll over to protect his cock and balls.  His legs were bound to the corners of the bed while another rope ran from his neck to the head of the bed.  His wrists were trapped beneath him.  I sucked on his cock some more, making sure it was as hard as it could get.  I could hear Jack moan softly as I sucked his cock.  Now comes the whip.

       Using a medium weight flogger, I began to whip his thighs and belly.  It wasn’t long however, before I began to work on his cock, and his balls.  The bondage on his cock and balls made them tend to stand up, rising above his belly, making it easier to whip.  His cock and balls bounced with each lash of the whip.  I knew I was causing him pain, but his erection maintained itself.  When I lashed his cock, it seemed to momentarily shrink a bit, then throb and become larger and harder. I changed whip, now using a quirt on his cock.  It wasn’t long before he was attempting to avoid the whip, but was unable.  I would stop periodically and stroke his cock, jacking it, then I would return to whipping it, and his balls.  I had not used Viagra on him for two days, yet during all this torment, his cock remained magnificently hard.  I could see the striations of the whip on his cock and balls.  Both were properly tormented.

       Finally, I felt he had endured enough.  I laid my whip on the bed next to Jack, and proceeded to untie his balls and cock.  His cock was still hard.  I examined the head and found copious amounts of pre-cum oozing from it.  I am thinking now is the time for truth or dare.  As I was stroking his well whipped cock, I asked his a question.

       “Jack, how’re you doing?”

       He nodded his head, as his cock throbbed in my hand, and said with lust in his voice, “I am just fine, Sir.”

       “You have been my sex slave for several weeks.  I notice that you seem to like sucking my cock, and when I whip or torture you, your cock stays magnificently rigid.  This is true even when I whip you hard and cause a lot of pain.  So, it appears to me that you don’t really regret being my prisoner, further you like sucking my cock, and lastly, you like it when I whip and torture you, or at least it arouses you.  Just how close am I?”

       Jack seemed to be pausing, trying to summon up an answer I would believe.  I held his cock in my left hand and rapidly slapped it about four or five times.  His cock throbbed, seeming having a life all its own.  I started to stroke it again.  As I stroked his cock, I could see his abdomen muscles contract and could feel s shiver or two.  It what obvious that Jack was right at the edge of a climax.  I was careful, because I didn’t want that to happen.  I will decide when he can have a cum.

       “Answer me Jack,” I ordered.

       Jack closed his eyes and replied.  “Yes…, Mark, Sir, damn it…, you…are right.  I… guess I have been…uh…submissive all my life.  When I moved in here with you, the nakedness and the porn, it seemed to be paradise.  When I watched the gay BDSM flicks, I could imagine myself bound, tortured and used sexually by a tough master.  I would dream about it.  When you were gone, I would go into your torture room, and I would fondle the whips, toy with the torture devices.  My cock would get hard.  Then you took me prisoner and started to torture me.  No, I don’t particularly like the pain when your are torturing me, but… it excites me, arousing… me to heights I have never known.  The thought that I have no power, no choice, forced to submit makes it even hotter.  When my ass is whipped it hurts, but it arouses me. And, especially when my cock is whipped, it is already hard, aching for a climax.  The whip hurts, but it also arouses me.  I don’t know why…, but, being bound and sexually tortured…really arouses me.  While the pain can be scary and hard to deal with, it turns me on.  When I feel you locking my wrists behind me, my cock starts to harden and aches for a cum.  Even when my balls are bound, or tormented, the pain is really tough, but I am aroused.  Yes…, I… enjoy everything, including  sucking your cock.”

       He paused again, then said, “I don’t know what to say.  I wish I understood it all.  This is all so very new to me.  I guess I am conflicted between the macho world I lived it, and this exciting existence.  Does, that answer your question?”

       I smiled and said, “Well, yes, and I have a lot to think about.  Now, you have been tortured, it is time for you to get mouth fucked.”

       I moved to the head of the bed and straddled Jack’s head.  I was facing his cock and his body.  I had my thong flogger whip with me.  Jack opened his mouth a used his tongue to flick and lick my balls.  I let him do that for a little bit, then moved my cock to his lips.  Jack did not hesitate.  He opened his mouth and took me cock.  I started to fuck his mouth.  I was bent over him with my cock buried in his mouth.  I grasped his cock and stroked it as he was sucking me.  I slipped it in my mouth and sucked him to arouse him even further.  Not wanting him to cum at that moment, I took it from my mouth and continued to stroke and torment his cock and balls.  If I felt him lagging in his efforts, I used the whip to strike a blow at his cock and balls.  That did encourage him to get with the program.

       Jack was learning to be a first class cock sucker, and seemed to endure, or more to the point, embrace being tormented.  It did not take to long for before this mouth fucking brought me to a steaming cum.  My cock was hot and ready before I tortured his cock.  I buried my cock deep in him mouth, forcing him to take all my cum.  I continued to hold it in his mouth as he sucked me dry.  I did notice something important when I slowly pulled my cock from his mouth.  Jack kissed my cock, then my balls.  That’s a good sign.  However, there was another test of Jack before I was willing to release him from his prisoner bonds and make him my permanent sex slave.

       It was Friday.  I was having a rather intimate gathering of several like minded friends.  The friends were all gay, and sadists with slaves, or at least looking for slaves.  This was going to be Jack’s final test.  If his passed this, then I was going to give him the opportunity to be my live in sex slave, or leave, going back to his old life.

       By nine all my guests had arrived.  There were five masters, including Brian. with their slaves.  Four of the slaves were boy toys and one was a young woman.  I never understood that.  My guess was the master was bi-sexual, and she intrigued him.  Non-alcohol drinks and snacks are being devoured by this erotic hoard.  The last thing I need is a drunk sadistic master to get out of control.

       Jack was the center piece of this evening.  Picture this.  Jack is naked, as usual.  His wrists were locked behind his back with chrome steel hand cuffs.  He is standing in the middle of the room, and cannot move.  The reason?  There is a steel pole rising from the floor, firmly anchored there.  It rises some forty inches above the floor and is height adjustable.  On top of this pole is a dildo, a rubber cock, if you will.  The pole extends up into the dildo.  This rubber cock is the same size of an erect cock.  Jack has had an enema.  I want his ass clean and ready for the evening.  Jack is firmly mounted on this pole with the dildo on top.  I have adjusted the pole until the rubber cock is firmly installed deep in his ass.  Next, there is leather cords, similar to a long shoe string, tied tightly in several strands about the top of his ball sack.  The cord is pulled back and tied firmly around the aforementioned pole.  So, Jack is trapped by his own ass, and his balls.  He is not going anywhere.  I have put straps around his ankles.  There is a spreader bar between his ankles, spreading his legs widely.  The finishing touch is that Jack is gagged with a rather large penis gag and is blindfolded.  He can hear the party, but cannot see the party, or his tormentors.  Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you.  I have laced his food and drink, liberally, with Viagra.  I want that magnificent cock of his to be hard, very hard, and stay that way.  Jack and his cock is the center of attraction this evening.  From what I can tell, the Viagra is doing a magnificent job.

       The gathered partiers socialize, and then wander over to Jack.  Several stroke his cock, slap his ass, or use an available small flogger whip to abuse his cock and ass.  The masters make their slaves suck Jack’s cock.  There is a sign, a written caveat, telling each of them that Jack is not be allowed to cum, under any circumstances.  His cock can be stroked, kissed, sucked, and lightly whipped, but no climax.  I am watching Jack to see how he responds to this predicament.

       Brian is intrigued again by Jack.  He was standing there fondling Jack’s bound balls while he was making Geoffrey suck Jack’s cock.  I walked over as spoke to Brian.

       “I see you are still fascinated with my slave.  He is a beauty.”

       Brian gushed, “Oh, God yes.  I want him for mine.  How much to you want, anything, just name it.  Hell, I’ll even throw Geoffrey into the deal.  OK?  How much?”

       I chuckled and replied, “No, I don’t think so.  I have not experienced him enough.  Someday, maybe, but not now.”

       Brian retorted, “You are such a selfish bitch!  Well, if you want it that way, can I at least have him for a weekend?”

       I looked down at Geoffrey, who was diligently sucking Jack’s cock, thinking it might be fun to torture him for a weekend.  But now right now.  I have too much at stake with Jack.  I want him to be completely my slave before I loan him out to others.

       The evening continued on a rather “normal” cadence.  Some masters tormented their slaves for others to watch.  Slaves were handed about to be used sexually, or tormented in some fashion by all masters.  Jack was receiving more than his share of whipping and torments, along with the teasing and abuse of his cock.  His cock was throbbing, and the muscles in his thigh would tremble from time to time.  I knew he was close to a climax, so I had an idea the crowd would like.

       I brought the room to order with and an offer.  “Masters, I have something interesting for you.  You have all be enjoying my slave.  He has not had a climax in three or four days.  I am going to grant him a cum, but you masters will decide how that will happen.  He must remain as he is, however.  That is the only caveat.  You tell me how we can make him cum.”

       The awakened the crowd.  There was much talking and convening of thought.  Gary raised his hand.

       “Master Gary, what say you?”

       “Well, I guess we could go with the basics of whipping his ass while an appointed slave sucks him off.”

       For me, that suggestion was, “been there, done that”.  I wanted something more interesting.

       “Any other ideas,“ I asked.

       Brian raised his hand.  I knew this would be sadistic.  “Yes, Master Brian.  How would you do this?”

       “Weeelll, I have my satchel with me, and I still have the “electro stim” unit.  I suggest we untie his balls and hang weights from them, mayhap, with a “parachute”.  Then I will install this amazing little device, and we can arouse Jack for as long as we wish, while some here at the gathering may want to whip his ass, his thighs, and other available delicious areas.  When we are ready, we can make him cum, and cum, and cum.”

       “I like that.  Does  anyone have anything more interesting to do to my slave?  Good.  Brian, again your genius shows.  My slave is all yours.”

       Everyone seemed to agree with Brian’s plan, except for Jack.  He was moving his blindfolded and gagged head side to side as if he was voting “no”.  Brian saw this and answered the question.  He was holding Jack’s erect cock in his left hand, and with his right hand he slapped Jack’s cock, rapidly and hard for four swats.  As best he could, Jack flinched.

       Brian smirked, “Jack, my slave lad, what happens to your cock is not your affair.  I am in possession of your cock, and I will do with it as I wish.  Do you understand?”

       Brian punctuated his edict by slapping Jack’s cock three more times.

         Jack nodded his head in agreement and stood still awaiting his fate.  Brian went about installing the e-stim equipment on/in Jack’s cock and balls.  The partiers gathered around to watch his.  Most approved.  A couple of slaves were in fear for their cocks.  Jack felt the long “sounding” rod entering his cock.  He felt it going deeper, stopping only when it had reached the point where the round circle mounted on the rod end was forced over his cock head.  It was now snug in the groove behind the head of Jack’s cock.  The other end was nestled up against the prostate.  The e-stim unit pieces were attached to Jack’s balls and the base of his cock.  All the connections were made, and Brian was now holding the control box.  Jack’s cock appeared to be more  rigid than before.

       Brian turned to the gathering.  “Folks, this magic box can arouse Jack, keep him in an aroused state for an indefinite period, or can bring him to a crashing climax.  What is your pleasure?”

       After a little debate, and my approval, it was decided to arouse Jack, tease him, then go for a monstrous climax on him.  Brian grinned like the Devil, and started to push buttons on the control box.  Lights flashed and Jack flinched and attempted to move. It appeared as if his cock had taken a life on it’s own.  It throbbed, even seemed to leap from Jack’s loins.  There were a lot of favorable comments, and a lot of the guests were stroking their cocks, or having a slave suck them.

       Jack tried to hump or move his hip to the rhythm of the electrical vibrations his cock was feeling.  He tried, but could not, because he ass was still impaled on the rather large dildo mounted on the very sold steel pipe mounted on the floor.  Even on the tips of this toes, Jack could not free himself from his impalement.  In the meantime, the sensual vibration and electrical stimulation of his cock and balls continued.  Jack’s cock had taken possession of him.  He wanted to cum with the e-stim, but Brian had not granted him that privilege.  He began to move up and down on the rubber cock that was buried in his ass.  Brian kept manipulating the control box, changing the feelings there were surging through Jack’s cock and prostate.  One of the masters began using a flogger on Jack’s ass.  I am not even sure Jack could feel the whipping at this point.  The only thing he could think about was his cock and what was being done to it.

       Brian slowed that control box down for a moment, however, Jack’s cock was still being teased.  “What do you think, gentlemen?  Should make let this poor slave cum with a ball blowing climax?”

       There was general agreement.  They wanted to see this electronic equipment bring Jack off.

       Brian looked around and ordered two slaves to get on their knees and catch all of Jack’s cum.  He then ordered Geoffrey to cradle Jack’s balls, making it more erotic for Jack.  When everything and everybody was in place, Brian pushed three buttons on the control box.  Jack nearly went wild.  He was humping, trying to move his hips and most of all he was cumming.  The room was dead quiet, except for the gagged moans of Jack.  This was an awesome sight.  Jack was cumming, his pearl like issue streaming from the head of his cock from around the “sounding” rod.  Two naked slaves were sucking and licking, trying to capture all of Jack’s cum.  Brian let Jack settle down for a moment, then pushed the buttons again.  Jack was cumming again.  He was moaning and grunting as his cock exploded anew.  One master was still whipping Jack’s ass as Brian did his best with his ‘magic’ machine.

       Brian felt that Jack had been pushed far enough and turned off the ‘magic’ box, while the whipping of Jack’s ass ceased.  Two of the masters came to Jack’s side and helped to him to stand.  It was obvious he was having trouble with his legs.  They appeared to be weak and wobbly.  I moved behind Jack, and lowered the pole, thereby removing the rubber cock dildo from his ass.  Jack still gagged, blindfolded and with his wrists locked behind his back, slumped to the floor in utter exhaustion.

       The other masters moved away from Jack, talking about what they had just witnessed.  The two slaves assigned to clean up Jack’s cum, with their mouths, were still doing so.  Brian removed the e-stem, requiring Geoffrey to clean it with his mouth.  When they were done, I removed Jack’s blind fold, helped him up and took him to his bed.  I removed the gag and made sure he was secured to his bed.  Jack fell asleep, and his cock, for the first time since I had taken him captive, was only half hard.

       The next morning, after I restrained Jack in the slave bathroom, I went down to prepare breakfast.  I went back to the bathroom a little later and Jack had taken care of his morning ablutions and was ready for breakfast.  He was quiet and surrendered himself to his morning bondage.  I sat him down in his special chair in the kitchen, the chair with the hole in the seat for his balls.  I connected his bound balls to the chair, as always, then I grasped his cock which was laying on the seat of the chair in a half hard condition.  I grasped it and stroked and fondled it.  His cock became hard again.  Using the small leather straps anchored to the seat of the chair, I strapped his cock down tightly to the chair.  With the added pressure of the straps, his cock was throbbing and rigid again.  Finally, his ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair.

       I released Jack’s wrists and placed a plate of hot scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast and a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of him.  We ate breakfast silently, after which I cleared the table.  I told Jack to put his wrists behind him so I could restrain him.  He did so immediately  Jack sat there, naked, his balls connected to the chair, his cock strapped to the seat of the chair, and his wrists locked behind his back.

       I sat down and picked up my cup of coffee , and spoke, “Well, how did you like your coming out party last night?”

       Jack was quiet.  I sat there waiting for an answer.  Jack seemed to be thinking about what I asked and was attempting for formulate an answer.

       Jack finally replied, “I…am…having trouble with my answer.  I was…scared, and a bit…humiliated, but I have to admit I…was very aroused.  Even the humiliation aroused me.  I was more aroused than I could imagine.  Being in that situation as a total sexual being is almost more than a person can wrap his head around.  I knew I was nothing more than a sex and pain toy.  I didn’t…want to be there, yet…I did want to be there.  When Brian attached that e-stim thing to my cock, and started working it…., I don’t know how to describe it.  The only thing in the world that existed was my cock and the feelings I had in it.  I never came so hard in my life, twice.”

       “What would you say if I told you that there would be future parties, exhibitions, featuring you as a sex and pain slave.  Would you surrender?”

       Jack let his head drop to his chest and quietly answered, “Yes, yes Sir.”

       Jack became quiet.  I noticed his cock throbbed against the restraining straps.  I felt we had come to the place where we needed to make a decision and get on with our lives.  I moved around the table and released Jack’s cock and ankles from the chair, and released his balls.  I grabbed his erect cock and led him back down the hall to my ’game room’.  I moved Jack over to the pole with the rubber cock attached to the top.  Jack watched as I lathered up the dildo with more KY jelly.  I ordered Jack to stand over the pole and dildo.  I was surprised when he readily obeyed.  He had to know what I was going to do.  In a moment or two I raised the height of the pole, adjusting it, pushing the dildo deep into Jack’s ass.  He did not struggle, but, did gasp when I pushed the dildo deep into his ass.  He was now trapped by his ass.  Even if he were to rise up on his tip toes, he would not be able to escape his impalement.  I retrieved a quirt and stood in front of Jack.  He looked down at the whip, then at his rigid cock.  I am learning to like the quirt as I can be more exacting when I whip a cock and balls.

       “Jack, I think it is decision time.  I want you to be my sex slave like you have been for over the last month or so.  I want you to be my permanent bound naked abject sex toy, to do with as I wish.  In the last month I have treated you rather harshly, bordering on cruelty, and would continue to do so in the future if you agree to be my sex slave.  There will be parties and occasions when I will let others use you, and torment you.  Just think about what has happened to you over this last thirty or so days.  If you are my sex slave, that is the way it will continue, even more so.  You would have no choice.  You would be forced to obey my wishes and commands.  It will be your way of life.  What is your reaction to my thoughts.”

       I reached down and grasped Jack’s erect cock and started to fondle and stroke it.  It throbbed in my hand.  I kept looking at Jack, waiting for his reply.  He seemed to wiggle, as if adjusting to the floor pole mounted dildo anchored deep in his ass.   Jacks cock was throbbing in my hand.

       Jack replied, “If I agreed, would I be kept restrained all the time?”

       “No…, not all the time, but much of the time.  I have kept you this way because I was training you and did not want you to escape.  To be honest, if you were my sex slave, you would be naked all the time, you would keep this house, and cook, take care of me like a slave would.  At any moment you would be subject to some sexual act, which you must accept.  The word ‘no’ would not be in your lexicon.  You would be severely punished for saying ’no’ or refusing to submit to me and others to whom I may give you.  I would restrain you a lot, for the shear pleasure of doing so, but you would have your free moments.  I like it when you are restrained, bound or chained.  I like restraints on your cock and balls, so expect that.  So, not all the time, but yes, you would be bound, or restrained at my whim, for my enjoyment, and when you are used sexually, and whipped and tortured.”

       “Mark, I…uh…want to accept, but I have to find a job…..”

       “No, you would not.  You will live here and would not need to work, just surrender to me, completely.  You will be my kept abject, naked, bound cock sex slave, and I will keep you and your cock busy.”

       After a long pause, a naked and bound Jack looked down at his cock as I stroked it, and answered, “OK, Mark, Sir.  I…accept.  I want to be your sex slave.  I really do.”

       Smiling I replied, “Very good.  To let me know you are sincere, I think it would be proper for you to ask me to tightly bind you cock and balls, and to whip your cock, as hard as I want, then you should suck my cock.  If you decide against that, then I will release you.  You would be free to go, to leave.”

       This was the moment of truth.  Let’s see if Jack is serious.  At least, if he accepts, he knows what is in store for him.

       Jack looked down at his rigid, throbbing cock, then back at me, and lust written on his face, answered, “Mark, Sir, please whip me cock, and I want to suck your cock.”

       I took a length of thin rope from a hook on the wall and proceeded to wind it very tightly several times around the top of Jack’s ball sack, jerking and knotting it tightly.  Jack flinched, but the look of lust was heavy on his face.  His cock throbbed crazily.

       The remaining length of rope was wound around the base of his cock and tied tightly.  His cock and balls were now ready for torture.  Jack looked down at my binding of his cock and balls.  His face exhibited concern for his cock and balls, but it was very evident that he was very aroused.  He was biting his lip as I slapped his rigid cock.  A drop of clear pre-cum was in evidence on the tip of his throbbing cock head.  As we both watched, his cock throbbed.

       This is a good day.  As I raised my whip, I just knew this was to be a good…., no…, a great day.

FIN