GAMES
A Story by Sardonicus
When the game becomes pain and the fantasy real.
I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was
simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn't take
Des Moine any longer. Even now, there's not a whole lot a kid
can do in Iowa. I figure I'm pretty good looking, light brown
hair, hazel eyes and a smooth swimmers build. In fact, in
high school I was captain of the swim team. Anyway, I figured
I'd do alright in this sophisticated city.
I got a job working in a Bank as a mail clerk. I'd been there
about a month and had begun to make friends with the other guys
in the mail room. One afternoon the boss walked by my desk and
dropped a business card on my desk and told me he thought I'd be
interested. The card read "GAMES - The Ultimate Experience" and
gave a phone number. I put it in my pocket and didn't think much
about it for the rest of the day.
When I got home that night, as I did every night, I stripped down
to do my exercises. The card fell out of my shirt pocket and I
picked it up and put it on my dresser. I stepped in front of the
mirror on my bedroom door and dropped down to do some push-ups.
Like I said, I like the way I look, and I like to watch myself
during my exercises. I stood up and began doing some trunk
twists. Watching the muscles of my chest and stomach twist was
exciting. I stopped and began to pinch first one and then the
other light brown nipple. I had spent some time in one of those
tanning studios, so my body was a uniform light brown. I rubbed
my hand down the muscles of my abdomen, through my pubic hair and
cupped my balls. By this time my cock was hard.
I turned away and went to the dresser, opened the top drawer and
took out one of the leather straps I had. I stepped back in
front of the mirror. I tied one end of the strap around my left
wrist, pulled it behind my back and looped it around my neck, and
held on to the end with my left hand. I repositioned myself so
that it appeared that my right arm and hand were someone else's,
out of view. My mind raced with the fantasy I was building. I
was a prisoner, stripped, bound and being inspected by my captor.
My right hand tweaked my nipples, pulled on my balls and slapped
my cock. In my mind I heard my captor's voice. "Ok, he'll do,
let's start the torture." I pulled on my nuts and a sharp pain
shot down my legs. My cock was oozing pre-cum. In my mind I was
taken into a dungeon, hung suspended and spread-eagled. My right
hand rubbed the pre-cum over the head of my cock and up and down
my shaft. In my fantasy my torturers started to approach me,
carrying whips and other implements of torment. I drew a deep
breath as my cock shuddered and ribbon after ribbon of thick
cream shot out and splattered against the mirror. I let go of
the strap and stood there, breathing deeply. I removed the strap
from my wrist and put it back in the dresser. Then I went in and
showered.
As I began dressing, I noticed the card I had tossed on top of
the dresser. There was phone number to call. I thought a
moment, shrugged my shoulders and went over to the telephone. I
dialed the number. It rang once and a voice answered. It was a
recording.
"You have reached games, level 1. If you are not interested in
sexually explicit material, hang up now. Otherwise, press
1."
I shook my head in disbelief and pressed 1.
" You have reached games, level 2. If you are straight press 1,
if you are gay, press 2." I pressed 1. " You have reached
games, level 3, following are selections of sex fantasies, press
the number of the fantasy you desire."
I shook my head again, wondering at the computer technology at
work.
The voice droned on " For a romantic interlude press 1.
For wild sex without love press 2. For S&M press 3."
My heart jumped at this last entry, and I pushed 3 before the
voice could continue. My heart was beating faster as the voice
continued.
" You have reached games level 4. If you do not want
a fantasy that becomes reality, hang-up now. Otherwise press the
number of the S&M fantasy of your choice. For bondage, press 1.
For spanking, press 2. For torture press 3."
My heart was beating really fast by this time. I reached down
with one hand and began rubbing my growing hard on. I pressed 3.
" This is games level 5, this is the last level before reality.
If you do not want your fantasy to become reality, hang-up now,
otherwise press the number of the reality you want to explore.
For medieval torture press 1. For torture by terrorists press 2.
For torture by the inquisition press 3. For torture by the SS
and Gestapo press 4."
The voice continued, but I was no longer listening, my mind was
racing with the fantasies described. I pressed 4. "Please leave
your phone number at the sound of the tone." A tone sounded and
I gave my phone number. There was a click and dial tone.
I hung the phone up and went into the kitchen to get myself a
drink. Probably all bullshit I thought to myself. As I started
to drink the phone rang. My heart skipped a beat. I walked into
the living room and picked up the phone.
"Is this 897-7888" a voice asked. "Yes, " I replied.
"Did you just call Games" the voice asked again. "Yeah, I did" I
answered.
"Good, be at..." the voice continued describing an address south
of Market. I was told to be their at 11:00 that night. Then
they hung up. By this time I was shaking with a mixture of fear
and excitement. I looked at my watch. It was 8:00. I had three
hours to kill. I got my jacket and went out. I stopped at a
small diner near where I lived and got a sandwich. Then I hopped
a bus for south of market. I figured I'd kill time by going to a
couple of bars.
As I kept checking my watch, the time seemed to move so slowly.
Finally it was 10:30. I left the bar I was in and began walking
to the address I had been given. It took about 25 minutes to get
there. I found myself in an area of warehouses south of Bryant
street. The street was empty. The address was a warehouse that
was closed. I stood around and thought it was probably someone's
idea of a joke. There were no lights on in the warehouse, or
anywhere else on the street.
I looked at my watch. It was eleven. I looked up and down the
street. It was completely empty. I waited awhile and looked at
my watch again. It was 10 after eleven. I sighed, probably was
a joke I thought to myself. I shrugged my shoulders and started
walking back towards the bar I had left earlier.
Soon after I had started walking I heard footsteps behind me. I
stopped and turned to see who was following me. My heart jumped,
and I sucked in a a quick breath. The woman I saw was dressed in
an SS uniform.
"Going somewhere?" she asked with a snarl. Before I could answer,
someone else, behind me grabbed my arms and pinned them. "What
the.." I started to shout, as the SS woman quickly came up to me
and stuffed a hankerchief in my mouth. I felt handcuffs being
closed around my wrists.
"He's the one" the SS woman said, nodding to the unknown person
behind me. I was spun around to face another woman, this one in
a trenchcoat and hat. Now the SS woman held my arms.
"You're sure?" the trenchcoated woman asked.
"I'm sure" I heard the SS woman reply.
"Very well," the woman in front of me said, matter of factly.
"Lets take him in for questioning."
I was hustled back to the warehouse. The SS woman produced a key
and opened the door. They pushed me through. It was dark and I
could see nothing. They continued to shove me along through the
darkness. I heard a door opening, and I was pushed by whoever
was guiding me. All of a sudden the lights were on. I blinked at
the sudden brightness. As my vision cleared, and I looked around
me, my heart began to pound, and my cock began to harden.
I was in a room that had open beams from floor to ceiling and
across the ceiling. From the beams were hung chains and
manacles. As I turned my head I saw a cross at one end of the
room. A table was in the middle of the room. At the other end
were two posts. All of these had chains and manacles attached.
I was turned around by the woman in the trenchcoat. The
woman dressed in the SS uniform was standing by another table. On
the table were whips, clothespins, clamps, and implements
whose purpose I could only guess at. Now that I could see the
women, I could tell that both were in their early thirties, were
very fit-looking, and quite attractive. This looked promising.
"So," the SS woman began to speak " you are in the resistance.
Well resistance here will do you no good whatsoever." she smiled,
and picked up a small whip. "Here, " she snarled as she hit the
whip against the table " we have ways of getting beyond
resistance. "
"Hedy" I heard the woman in the trenchcoat speak " lets not
waste time talking. He's not going to cooperate. Let's just
strip him and get started."
My cock was fully hard now. I was breathing heavily, in a
mixture of fear and excitement. These were my deepest fantasies
coming to reality.
"Very well" the SS woman responded. "Don't think of trying to
escape, there is no escape." she advised. She walked over to me as
the other woman released me from the handcuffs. I stood there
silently as they stripped me. In a few minutes I was naked.
They pushed me over to the two upright posts and began securing
my wrists and ankles spread-eagled. I felt my legs and wrists
pulled apart as they tightened up on the chains.
Then they stepped back and looked me up and down.
"Not bad" one of them hissed. She walked back over to me and
began to rub her hand up and down my chest, stopping only to
twist and pinch my nipples. I winced as she dug a fingernail into
one of my tits. She reached down and grabbed my scrotum and
pulled sharply, digging her sharp nails in very cruelly. I took
in a sharp breath at the pain that engulfed my balls.
"Hmm" she spoke softly, seeing my cock fully hard, "he likes
this."
"Yes," the one in the SS uniform answered "he seems to, let's see
how much torture he can take."
They both walked over to the table of implements. The one in the
trenchcoat removed the coat and her hat. I could see that she was
athletically built and had short dark hair cropped close to her
face.
"Let's get more comfortable" she addressed the one in uniform,
"this could take all night."
At that, both women began to take off some of their clothing. They
stopped once they had stripped to the waist and removed their
trousers, leaving them in tight fitting bicycle shorts. Both had
firm, attractive breasts, and their asses were nicely shaped by the
tight, elastic shorts. They also slipped out of their flat shoes
and were barefoot. The one who had been in the SS uniform
picked up a small quirt and came back
towards me. The other sat back against the table to watch.
As she reached me, she raised the quirt as if to strike. I closed
my eyes and grimaced waiting for the blow. She laughed, and let
the quirt fall gently against my chest. She moved it slowly up
and down my chest, stopping to tease my nipples. The feel of the
leather softly caressing my chest was incredible. I closed my
eyes as the quirt slowly made its way down my stomach and softly
caressed my cock. The head of my cock oozed precum.
In an instant my reverie was shattered, and I screamed into the
gag as sharp pain exploded along the shaft of my cock. I opened
my eyes with a start to see her bring the quirt down full force
once again against my cock. She continued to whip my cock for
several minutes. Each time the whip hit I bit into the gag.
Soon tears streamed down my face. I had fantasized about being
tortured, but the reality seemed more than I could bear. But, my
cock stayed hard, and the precum oozed more and more with each
successive blow of the whip. Then she stopped and walked back to
the table of implements.
I sagged in my bindings, breathing deeply. My eyes were closed.
My cock felt like it was on fire. I opened my eyes and looked
down. Along the shaft of my cock there were angry red welts.
But the skin had not broken, and I was still hard.
"You shouldn't be so gentle" the other woman chided. "Let me show
you how its done."
With that she picked up a long leather thong and a small package
and walked towards me. When she reached me, she set down the
package and put her hand against my chest.
"I like a smooth chest" she commented as she rubbed up and down my
chest and abdomen. " a smooth chest shows the marks so much
better than a hairy chest, and it saves us the trouble of shaving
it."
Then she reached down and took hold of my balls and pushed them
down into my scrotum. I winced at the deep ache that began to
envelop my crotch. With her other hand, she began to wrap the
leather thong around my scrotum, tightening it so that my nuts
were forced away from my cock. It felt like she was trying to
push my nuts completely out of their sac. With about twelve
inches remaining of the leather thong, she began to wrap it around
first one and then the other of my testicles, separating them.
It felt like someone was putting my nuts into a vise. I closed
my eyes and took a deep breath.
"There, that should hold them nicely" she commented matter of
factly.
She reached down and picked up the package and opened it. I could
see that it was full of needles. My heart began to pound with
real fear. Was she going to jab the needles into my nuts? I
shook my head to attempt to say no, that this was too much. She
only smiled up at me.
"Shaking your head no" she asked with mock surprise, "you should
have thought of that earlier. You had your chance not to join
the games."
She selected a long and sharp needle. Grabbing my right testicle
between her thumb and forefinger, and holding the needle with her
other hand, she began to prick me, slowly at first, and then
faster and faster. I began to move my head from side to side as
the pain grew. It was as though my nut was on fire. She moved to
my left testicle and commenced the same effort. The minutes
dragged on as she continued to prick first one and then the other
testicle. I pulled at my restraints, somehow trying to escape
the needle.
"None of that" she hissed, as she reached over and grabbed my cock,
and began to prick the shaft and head of my cock with the needle.
I bit into the handkerchief, it felt like my whole crotch was
being attacked by ants who were biting me. I looked down to see
droplets of blood develop where the needle pricked the skin. But
my cock was still hard. In a few minutes she stopped and stepped
back. Again I sagged in my bindings. The precum continued to
ooze from the head of my cock.
"You thought I was gentle" the SS woman laughed, "you're
practically kissing his cock and balls with that silly needle.
Lets hang him up and try something else."
With that, the woman who had been torturing me untied the leather
thong and put away the needle. The other one came up and they
both untied first my ankles and then my wrists. My arms were
pinned behind me as they marched me over to another end of the
room. They pulled a chain and manacles down from one of the
ceiling beams and attached them to my wrists. Then they hauled
up on the chains and my arms rose above me. They continued
pulling until my toes were barely touching the floor. My entire
weight was being held by my arms and wrists.
"More" the SS woman ordered.
They pulled more until I was hanging free. My feet a foot or
more above the floor.
"That's better, "she said approvingly. "Lets swing him a little."
With that both women walked over to the table of implements and
picked up wide leather covered paddles. They returned and
stepped behind me.
I drew in a sharp breath as the first swat hit my ass. I swung
by my arms from the force of the blow. Another swat hit my ass,
and I bit into the gag. Blow after blow the paddles struck my
ass and I swung from each hit.
"Lets see how high we can make him swing" I heard one comment.
The blows hit more quickly now and with more force. Tears
streamed down my face as my ass began to burn. Pain shot down
the backs of my legs.
"Lets turn him" one ordered. The blows now were aimed first at
my ass, then my back, then one of them came around to my front
and hit my chest. They walked all around me swatting what ever
part of me they fancied, chest, back, ass, and finally my cock. I
swung around, backwards, forwards, from side to side as each
successive blow hit. Then they stopped and went back to the
table.
"Lets go get something to drink" the SS woman suggested.
"Ok, "the other agreed and then turning to me said "don't go
anywhere, we'll be right back." and they both began to laugh.
"Wait" the SS woman said as they started to leave, "he looks much
too comfortable."
With that, she picked up a handful of clothespins and came towards
me. She attached one to each of my nipples. Then she attached
four to my scrotum and three to the loose skin along the shaft of
my cock. The jaws of the clothespins bit unmercifully into my
tender flesh.
"That's better" she said, and they both left the room.
I hung there, my tits, cock and balls on fire. My ass ached from
the beating. My nuts were sore. But my cock never lost its
hardness. I shook my head. This was what I dreamed of, but now
that it was happening, I wasn't sure I could take it. What had
happened had been bad enough. But they weren't through. My mind
raced with images of the possible tortures to come. I don't know
how long I hung there before they eventually came back.
"Still here" one chided as they entered the room.
"You know," commented the SS woman, "he's smooth, but not smooth
enough."
"You're right," the other responded.
She picked up a can and razor and came towards me. She began to
remove the clothespins on my cock and scrotum. As the jaws were
released the blood rushed back into the skin, causing more pain.
She left the clothespins on my nipples, which were now just
aching. She put the razor down and released some shaving cream
from the can, which she then smeared over my pubic hair, my balls
and around the end of my cock. She put the can down, and began to
shave me. A few minutes later she stepped away. She reached up
and pulled the handkerchief from my mouth and used it to wipe
away the remaining shaving cream.
"That's better," she said, " nice and smooth. You won't be
needing this anymore either, "she commented as she tossed the
handkerchief aside.
"That's right" the other added "its time we enjoyed your moaning
and cries of pain."
"But," the one who had just shaved me added as she walked back to
the table, "you are to say nothing. If you utter one word, or
attempt to plead, it will go even rougher for you. Your mouth is
freed to give us pleasure in hearing the effect of our work. It
is not free to give you a voice."
The woman who had just shaved me returned to the other who was
standing by the table of implements. As they spoke quietly, I
looked down at my now denuded crotch. The skin around my cock
and balls was white in contrast to the brown of my abdomen. My
cock, jutting out, looked even larger than it had before. I
looked up as the speaking stopped.
One of the women picked up a box with a crank handle and two long
wires. Both of them walked towards me.
"Ever play telephone when you were a kid" the SS woman asked
pleasantly. "If you did, this is little different."
"To be sure" the other answered. The wires were about four feet
in length and with the box sitting on the floor, I could see that
they could reach every part of me. The ends of the wires were
bare.
"A demonstration" the SS woman offered, as she set the box on
the floor. She began to crank the handle slowly at first, and
then faster. As she picked up speed, the other woman touched the
wires together and a spark jumped at the connection. My eyes
widened in fear.
"When I crank it slowly, it tickles, as I crank it faster the
tickle becomes a little sharper. Faster still, and the tickle
ends up like a burning ember." the SS woman explained. She
nodded to the other woman.
The woman smiled and then put one wire on one of my testicles and
the other wire on the shaft of my cock. The SS woman began to
crank slowly. I could feel a tickle begin at my testicle and it
traveled to the other wire through my cock. It was not
unpleasant, just strange, like something inside my cock was
scratching gently.
She increased the speed and the tickle became at first a light and
then a sharper pain that connected testicle to cock. I began to
move my head from side to side and moan softly. She increased the
speed again and the sharp pain was replaced with sharp burning,
as though a hot needle was being driven from my nut into my
cock.
"Aaah" I gasped, then bit my lip to prevent any further noise
from escaping. Then the pain stopped abruptly as the wires were
removed. She moved them to the head and base of my cock.
"Oooh, hssh" I moaned and hissed as fiery needles attacked my
cock, and then my balls again and even for a moment my nipples.
They played the wires over my lower body causing me to jump and
move in my bindings. My cock started to pulse as it prepared to
ejaculate a load of cum. This last torture had driven the cream
from my nuts and I was ready to cum like I had never cum before.
They had obviously noticed what was happening, and stopped the
electrical torment. One of them smacked the end of my cock
with her hand, and the pulsing stopped.
"No cumming until we say so" the SS woman snarled. Both women
then went back to the table and put down the "telephone".
"Lets put him on the table" the other woman suggested, the SS
woman nodded in assent.
They came over to me and lowered me to the floor. They lowered
my arms and removed the manacles. This time they didn't need to
pin my arms behind me. I sagged into their arms and they hustled
me over to the table where they lay me down on my back. My arms
were raised over my head and my wrists attached to manacles at
the end of the table. Likewise, they affixed my ankles. I lay
still, my chest heaving from the recent torture and the orgasm
that had been frustrated. They tightened up on my bindings
stretching me out across the table top.
"That should take care of him" one offered, and they both went
back to the table of implements. One returned and removed the
clothespins from my nipples, only to replace them with alligator
clamps with a chain attached between them. She then pulled down a
small chain from a ceiling beam and attached the chain to the
chain of the tit clamps. She pulled up on the chain, and the
titclamps were pulled away from my body, pulling my now tender
nipples up towards the ceiling. She tied the chain off, leaving
my nipples pulled taut.
"Candle light dinner for two" the SS woman asked the other.
"How romantic" the other added.
The SS woman joined the other who was still standing beside me. In
her hand the SS woman held two large candles. She picked up a
lighter from the table and lit first one and then the other
candle. She handed one of the candles to the
other woman, and went around to stand on the other side of me.
Both women held the candles high, over me. They looked down at me
and smiled, and then gently tipped the candles. As the hot wax
hit my chest it felt like burning raindrops.
"Hsssh" I hissed between clenched teeth at this new torment.
They played the candles up and down my chest, lingering to cover
each of my nipples, the clamps and chain with hot wax. I pulled
at my restraints, but to no avail. They filled my belly button
with a pool of hot wax. Then they held the candles over my cock
and balls. Drop after drop of fiery liquid spattered against my
balls and cock. In a few moments my entire cock and balls were
coated in hardening wax.
"Aah, oh, shit" I exclaimed.
"What," one of the women exclaimed in mock horror. "Why, you've
broken the rules. Now you'll really be punished."
They continued to coat my chest, legs and arms with hot droplets
of hardening wax. Then they stopped. The other woman blew out
both candles and took them back to the table, while the SS woman
stayed behind.
"So untidy" she exclaimed, surveying the wax on my body. "Bring
me something to clean this scum with." she ordered the other one.
The other woman picked up a stiff brush and brought it over to the
SS woman. She took it and began to roughly brush the wax off of
my body.
"Aaah, hsssh, oooh" I moaned loudly as stiff bristles rubbed
against tender skin. She held on to the chain and titclamps as she
roughly cleaned the wax away. It felt like my nipples were being
rubbed raw and torn. Then she started on my cock and balls.
"Aaaah" I cried as the stiff bristles assaulted my tender cock
and sore nuts. They ignored my cries and continued until the
last wax was scrubbed away.
Both women left my side and I lay there. My entire body engulfed
in pain. This was too much I thought to myself. When will it
end. I had never dreamed that real torture would be so harsh.
In my JO fantasies I always came before the real torture started.
As I lay there I wondered how many hours had gone by. It seemed
like I'd been there for a day or longer. I raised my head and
looked down the length of my body. My chest was covered with
angry red dots where the wax had hit. My cock, now losing some
of its hardness was an angry red. My nipples throbbed. I let my
head fall back on the table.
"I think he's ready now" I heard one of the women say.
"Ok," the other replied.
Both women returned to me and released the bindings and helped me
up from the table. They took me over to a padded saw horse and
lay me back across it, tying my wrists and ankles to the legs of
the sawhorse. I was bent over the horse, my chest hanging down
one side, and my legs on the other. It positioned my cock at the
maximum exposure. My heart sank as I realized that whatever was
going to happen next, my cock and balls were going to be the
focus of the torture.
Seeing that my cock had grown softer, one of the women reached over
and began to gently message the head of my cock. I oozed precum
and she used it as an ointment to rub along the shaft and over the
head. My cock resumed its earlier hardness.
"That's better" she commented, "we need a hard cock for whats
coming next."
I heard them moving around, but couldn't see what was happening.
Soon they appeared at my side. They had both stripped naked and
were standing over me with lust in their eyes. One reached
over with one hand and began to pull at the titclamps, twisting
them to cause more pain to my nipples. With her other hand
she massaged herself between her legs. The other
woman reached down with one hand to pull on my balls and twist them
as her other hand stroked away at her pussy.
"Hsssh" I hissed between clenched teeth.
I felt something being inserted into the opening of my penis.
But I couldn't see what it was. I heard a scratching sound and
then the smell of a match burning. As the first drip of wax
dribbled onto the head of my cock, I realized that they had
inserted a birthday candle into the piss hole and were allowing
the wax to dribble down.
They continued to masturbate. After a few moments one
reached over and removed the candle, tossing it aside. Then
taking a small wire whip she began to whip my cock and balls.
"Oh, oh, ah" I moaned as the fine wires sliced at my cock. At
the same time, the other woman pulled and twisted my balls. As
she squeezed my nuts as though to mash them to cream, I felt the
cum being forced from me.
"Aaaaah" I screamed as my cock pulled upwards, shuddered and
spewed forth a hot ribbon of thick white cum.
"Aah, aaah, oooh, hssh" I moaned as volley after volley of cum
ripped out of my cock, spattering my chest and legs. My nuts
contracted slightly as load after load was ejected.
At the same time the SS woman and the other moaned, and while they
continued to whip my cock and twist my balls, they each reached
their own climax with loud sighs and shudders.
I lay there, chest heaving, my eyes closed. All I could smell was
the nutty fragrence of cum mixed with my own sweat and the sweat of
the women.
I opened my eyes and smiled hesitantly.
"Whew" I uttered.
The two women looked down at me. They weren't smiling.
"Think this is amusing scum?" one asked. She looked at the other
and nodded her head.
The other woman reached down and grabbed me by my hair and held my
head up.
"This was only playing" the SS woman offered "now the real torture
begins."
