Family Jewels

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both lads to strip to their boots. Eagerly they pull off their clothes, and you already sense a little bit of competition between
them. Your 'boy' knows he comes first in your heart, and that no one else can replace him, but he sti11likes to vie for your
attention, and he always has been a bit of a show-off.
When both men are stripped and ready, you stand them back to back. Using a couple of leather belts, you strap them
together around the chest and waist, a lovely and effective form of bondage that lets each man feel, quite intimately, the
reactions of the other one even though they can't see each other. There is a rack nearby with a hanging chain. You order
them to walk to it - which they do pretty awkwardly, and you almost burst out laughing watching them - and stand directly
under the chain. When they have arrived, you take a spreader bar and attach it to the two hanging chains like a trapeze,
dangling it just within reach above their heads.
"Grab that bar, boys," you say, and they do, reaching up and spread-eagling themselves for your pleasure. You're now free
to open up your toy bag and get down to work, and you do, thinking about the fact , that both men have been telling you for
days just how eager they have been to play with you now.
After choosing the implement you want, you straighten up and - withdraw a long, slender object from your shirt pocket and
place it between your lips. Thoughtfully, you light the cigar, and puff on it to get it going. The taste is pleasant, the look is
authoritarian, and occasionally the hot ash from the tip comes in handy in a scene. You blow a wisp of cool blue smoke
into your boy's face. He eagerly sucks up the vapor. Then you walk to the other side and do the same to your new recruit.
He blinks and tries to suck up some of the smoke, but it just isn't his scene. You decide not to press the issue, especially
since he is new, and he might not be able to tolerate cigar smoke. An asthma attack would be dramatic, yes, but not quite
the kind of dramatic you're looking for. Verbal action seems like the way to go.
Playing on the images that cigar generates in your mind, you decide to put on your Marine drill sergeant persona, eyeing
your newer playmate with a cool, appraising eye. "You ever had your balls whipped, boy?" you bark.
"No sir," he answers respectfully.
"What did you say, boy?"
"I said, no sir, sir," he replies, louder this time. He is very distinct and loud, but you decide to push it further so he'll catch
on completely to your game.
"I can't hear you, boy!" you snap, shouting like a seasoned leatherneck.
He gets it and smiles, then shouts back." I SAID NO SIR, SIR! I HAVE NEVER HAD MY BALLS WHIPPED, SIR!"
"Well, you got quite a treat coming to you, boy."
"THANK YOU, SIR. I AM SURE I WILL LIKE IT, SIR."
"I'm sure you will, too," you sigh menacingly under your breath, walking back to your "boy" and reaching down to grab his
cock and balls.
"Now, my boy has had his balls whipped before, and he told me it was a little bit of heaven, didn't you, boy?" Your boy
smiles and you see that mischievous twinkle in his eye. "YES SIR!" he shouts, bright and cheerful. You pull his cock and
balls away from his body until he is standing on tiptoe, his face starting to twist in pain.
"Yes sir what?" you taunt, knowing how much he loves the military-style order-giving, the shouting back and forth.
"YES SIR, A LITTLE BIT OF HEAVEN, SIR," he barks back as his nipples and cock start to harden. You keep up the
drill sergeant routine for a few more minutes, pacing around the two naked men, watching their reactions. But why keep
them waiting any longer? Pulling out the toy you'd chosen earlier, a flogger made of rubber strands similar to rubber bands,
you give it a whirl near your "boy's" face. It whistles as the tails slice through the air, and you continue spinning it,
listening to the warbling noise as the rubber strands break the air. Slowly, slowly, you move it down toward his half-erect
cock, moving it gradually closer until the tips of the rubber tails graze the head of his cock. He winces and tries to pull
away, but when he backs up he is locked by the boy strapped to his back; and you grin at him as he realizes he's stuck.
Now it's time to work his nuts. You lift his cock out of the way and begin a slow flogging of his balls. Starting with light [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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