A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 4 ]

The Video

Following several hours of Randy tending to my wounds, we decided to rejoin the human race. Amy had already left for her office, and Dan and the rest of the boys were getting ready for this evening’s clients. We said our farewells, and they headed out, leaving us in front of the TV. I was stretched out on the couch, lying sideways and Randy was sitting on the floor in front of me.

“So, what do you wanna watch?”

“I dunno, you?” I answered.

“How about a video?”

“Sure, what do you have?” I was kind of in the mood for a nice sci-fi flick.

“Well, we got the usual stuff, but then we have some homemade movies.”

“What homemade movies?” Thinking that it would be vacation stuff, or something equally boring.

“How about one of us getting our cherry popped by Dad?”

“Do what?! You gotta be kidding. You taped that?”

“Sure, he taped all three of us getting popped.”

“Your mom taped them?”

“No, while dad did one of us, she took the other two of us to the movies and dinner. She didn’t want to think about what was going to be happening. But he taped each of us getting popped so that we would remember what we looked like when we were younger.”

“Sure, go ahead, pop one in,” I said, and then we snickered at the joke (okay, lame, but funny). When the laughter died, I added, “Just not Rudy, okay?”

“Agreed,” he said wistfully.

He recovered quickly, put the tape in, and pushed the play button while I stretched out on the couch. He joined me on the couch where my feet were. He picked them up and placed them in his lap as the TV cleared of screen snow. We watched and saw a six year old boy being led into a padded room by his father; his father was completely nude, and he was only wearing a t-shirt and underpants.

“You?” I asked. He nodded with a slight smile.

The camera was positioned to show him from behind, and to the left. The far wall was covered in mirror tiles, to show Randy’s front also. I saw Dan’s front as well; and boy was he hung, alright. His dick was at least eight inches long, and he wasn’t even remotely hard, yet.

We watched as Dan guided Randy to the center of the room. He looked around the room at the things on the walls. There were instruments that were foreign to me, as well as Randy at the time, but as the video continued each of them were used on my friend. Other items were obvious: a whip, paddle, crop, switch, leather cuffs, etc. On a table to the left of the camera, there were some dildos, vibrators, straps, and gags of different sizes.

Dan had Randy stand in the middle of the room while he went to the wall and pulled off four leather straps and walked back to the shaking little boy. Randy’s eyes were tearing up as his father put each of the cuffs on him.

“Dad, please don’t…,” Randy pleaded with Dan.

“Son, you have to know what the worst of things that you’re going to go through when you are with the client so you can handle the pain. There are some men that will do things to you that you can’t imagine. This is just the beginning lesson. Now, stop crying, and do what you’re told. You’ve seen Rudy’s video and how well he handled it.”

Randy sniffled, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and nodded. Dan finished putting each of the straps on Randy’s limbs, and walked behind his son. He pulled Randy’s arms up, and linked the two wrist cuffs together. He pulled a rope down from the pulley attached to the ceiling, and clipped the cuffs to the end of the rope. He walked off camera to the side of the room, and pulled the rope to suspend Randy in the air. His feet were about two inches off the ground when Dan tied off the rope.

As Dan walked back over to his middle son, he clipped the ankle restraints to two eyebolts bolted to the floor, pulling the boy to his limits. His legs were spread apart slightly. Dan walked towards the wall, and returned to Randy with the switch. He did a couple of practice swings before standing next to the six-year-old. Without preamble, he swung the switch hard against Randy’s backside. The boy screamed as the stick made contact with his young flesh. The camera showed the welt rising quickly across the middle of Randy’s ass. Nine more lashes were laid across the boy’s soft skin before Dan stopped swinging.

“He’s really tearing into you,” I commented.

“Dad does that to start the session. It’ll get worse, trust me,” said and sort of fidgeted on the couch.

I nodded. I believed him.

I continued to watch as Dan walked back over to the wall and retrieved the riding crop. After a few practice swings with that, he lashed Randy’s ass again. With each swing, it brought a fresh set of wailings and pleadings from the six-year-old. Randy was being torn to shreds, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

A leather belt followed the crop, and the paddle followed the belt. After the tenth swat with the paddle, Randy’s whole ass was one big dark red mass, from two inches above the curve to two inches below it. Even through the thin layer of his underpants, I could tell my friend’s ass was bruised. Dan never held back when each implement was used on my friend, so each and every one was hard and extremely painful.

Dan went to the side table and stalked back to Randy carrying a six inch knife. The look in Randy’s eyes went from pleading to terror in under a second. The knife was then used to cut away the boy’s t-shirt and underpants, leaving him totally naked and helpless. I then saw the extent of the damage to Randy’s skin. His asscheeks were almost totally black and blue. I looked up at the ten year old Randy, and he smiled, but I don’t think it was a sincere one.

Back on the television, Dan walked off, and returned with two alligator clips. After playing with and pulling on Randy’s nipples, Dan applied one clip to each nipple. Randy screamed like hell and thrashed around madly trying to dislodge the clips, but it was no use; Dan put them on too well. Randy had to accept his torment. Once Randy settled down from that, Dan walked back over to him, and tied weights to the ends of the clips. This caused the clips to bite into his flesh further, and pull the boy’s abused nipples downward. The more Randy moved and squirmed, the more they sunk into the pink sensitive flesh. Dan waited for his son to settle down before going to the next step of his plan.

When the six-year-old finally calmed down, Dan picked up the leather belt again and struck Randy’s bleeding nipples with the loose end of it. The clips dug in further, sending waves of pain through the boy’s chest. A small bit of blood flew away from the skin and landed on the floor beneath Randy. The belt landed a total of ten times on the child’s nipples, and I saw my friend reduced to a string of whimpers and tears. As I watched the video, I saw the real Randy unconsciously move his right hand to his chest.

I was really feeling sorry for Randy, but I remembered what he had said earlier; it was going to get worse. It did get worse for the boy. Dan grabbed two more alligator clips and attached them to the six-year-old’s balls. Randy screamed louder than he did before, and the sound sent chills up and down my spine. I watched as Dan then took the belt to Randy’s flaccid cock and balls for ten licks. The boy tried to guard his privates as best as he could, but being stretched out like he was, there was no hope in that.

Randy was still begging for Dan to stop the torment, but the sounds fell on deaf ears. I continued to watch as Dan then took a small pail of water and poured it over his son’s head. He then took a cord and wound one side of the cord (I learned later that it was the negative side of the cord) to the alligator clip on Randy’s right nipple. The other side of the cord (the positive side) was attached to the clip on his left testicle. The plug was inserted into the wall, and a roller switch was clicked on to mild. Electrical current started to pass through the lad’s body. The current was not strong enough to kill him, of course, but it was enough to cause some pain.

I watched as Randy thrashed around trying to escape the inescapable. The clips were too well attached to him, and the cord was wound around the clips to tightly to let loose. After Dan put his middle son through the electrical torture for about five minutes, he detached the cord from the clips, and allowed his son to rest for a minute.

By this time, Dan’s cock had begun to harden. It was already at least ten inches long as wide as my wrist. Randy was in for a really hard (stupid, but forgive the pun) time. That monster of a cock was going to rip my friend’s anus wide open. I was thinking that Randy wouldn’t be able to sit down for a month after this episode.

When next Dan approached his son, his cock was sticking out at its limit of just over twelve inches. Dan walked up behind the child and greased up his rear end with some sort of gel. He slid his forefinger on his right hand inside Randy’s well lubed asshole. The boy grunted at being invaded for the first time; the first time of many to cum (okay, another dumb pun; get over it).

Dan then inserted his left forefinger inside the same opening, and Randy squealed at having his asshole stretched that far. Dan let him get used to having two fingers inside his rectum then he started to pull his two fingers apart, stretching the same asshole even farther. Randy now knew that begging his father to stop was useless, but screaming was not beneath him yet. Dan continued to work the boy’s asshole over, getting him as wide as possible before he pulled his fingers out of him.

Randy relaxed, not knowing the main even was yet to come. Dan greased up his monster cock and lined it up to Randy’s virgin asshole. Begging was now back in the picture for Randy as he now realized the inevitable was about to happen.

“Please, Dad, please don’t do it; it’s gonna hurt,” was all Randy could get out before Dan impaled the six-year-old on his cock. The scream was enough to tear my eardrums, and it was only a tape. The problem was, Dan only had the head past the boy’s sphincter. Well, he was right; it hurt.

Dan grabbed Randy’s armpit to prevent him from going any further forward, and drove another two inches inside his son’s asshole. Randy was still trying to put up a good fight, begging Dan to stop, while wiggling around in his bonds. All of his effort was useless in the struggle. There was no way Dan was going to stop.

While Dan was force-feeding his cock to Randy’s young ass, my cock was getting harder watching it. Randy noticed me getting hard, and worked his experienced mouth around my hard-on. I moaned at Randy’s ministrations while on the screen the younger Randy was getting impaled worse and worse; his pain was clear by the look on his face. As young Randy’s pain was worsening, I found it more and more exciting and older Randy was doing a superb blowjob. I found it difficult to concentrate on the screen, other than hearing Randy’s screams and beggings for mercy.

When next I looked, Dan was fully inside the youngster’s hole. Dan allowed his son to settle down a bit before really fucking him. As I opened my legs and put my upper foot on his shoulder to allow the older Randy better access to my groin, Dan began to pull out of younger Randy’s backdoor, to begin the slow and tortuous process of a good hard fuck. As I built up to my climax, Dan was building to his on the screen. With one final bob of his head, Randy had me cumming as I saw Dan begin pulling out of a preteen’s asshole. Semen and blood was running down young Randy’s legs and pooling on the floor beneath him.

Randy cleaned my cock off with the expert use of his tongue then slipped his legs behind mine. I returned to my previous position of lying on my side. I watched as Dan walked away from Randy, leaving him hanging by his wrists. The boy was in utter shambles, crying and continuing to beg his father not to continue.

“You know we have to go on, Randy,” Dan said, off camera. “There are more things you have to get used to. Now, take a few minutes and recover your strength, because the next part is going to hurt even worse.”

Young Randy groaned at having to endure more pain, but made no other sound at acknowledging his father’s comment. I watched as he hung there getting no relief for the pain in his backside. Finally, Dan walked back on camera with a large dildo with some sort of cream smeared on the stalk of it.

The dildo was smaller than Dan’s hardened cock, so I didn’t see how this was going to hurt the boy any more than he had already been hurt. Dan walked up behind him as he had done before, and placed the dildo at the boy’s rear entrance. Without preamble, he shoved the tool inside him. I heard the younger Randy hiss at the violent intrusion, but then settle down for a short time.

Tape was used to keep the dildo in its place. After the short respite was up, Randy started squirming like something was bothering him. He didn’t show any signs that something unusual had happened, except having a seven inch dildo shoved up his ass. Something was bothering him, though.

“Still wondering what is going on?” Older Randy asked. I nodded. “Dad put sports cream on the dildo.” I was still puzzled. “It causes your ass to feel like it’s on fire. And I mean like it’s blazingly on fire. You will do anything to get that thing out of you when that is done.”

“That bad?”

“Really that bad, Scott. It feels good for about a second or two, but then the cream starts to do its work, and it feels like someone put a torch up your butt.”

“Wow…” I silently mouthed. “And there’s nothing you can do about it?”

“Nope. It takes a good half an hour before the heat eases up. Before then the heat gets worse and worse.”

By this time, Young Randy was back to screaming and begging Dan to make it stop. Dan just walked around his son and watched. For a few circles around, that was all he did; watch. But after the third or forth time around, he reached out and enveloped his little dick in his right hand. Randy reacted with a sudden stop to his beggings. A slopping sound filled the room as Dan stroked the boy’s dick to full erection. But instead of continuing until Randy climaxed, he let go of him in mid-stroke.

Frustrated, Randy looked at his dad, but Dan just turned and walked away. Young Randy looked down to his erection then started a small dance. I assumed he was still trying to get his orgasm, but I was wrong.

“He’s put the cream on your dick, didn’t he?” I asked Randy. Randy just nodded. “Ho, boy,” I exhaled.

A few minutes lapsed and six-year-old Randy had returned to the screaming and begging routine. His cock must have felt like a four alarm fire by this time. He was trying anything and everything he could to get the relief he needed. Nothing worked, of course. The poor boy was locked into a pain he could not relieve.

Soon enough, Dan walked back over, this time with another raging hard-on. He pulled the tape off the dildo buried in his son’s asshole, pulled the fake cock out, and replaced it with his own real one. The act took only a fraction of a second. Even with the residue of the cream inside his son, Dan didn’t seem to mind fucking him. It was as if the cream didn’t bother him.

“Doesn’t the cream hurt your dad’s cock?” I asked.

“No. Dad’s used to the sting of it by now. He had it done to him when he was eight, and grandfather put him to work to make money for the family.”

“Did your uncle have to do this also?” By this time I knew pretty much the whole family; when I say knew, I mean “knew” in an intimate way. His grandfather reamed me hard a few months ago. I couldn’t sit down for thanksgiving dinner without squirming.

“No, just Dad; I don’t know why, and Dad won’t tell me. I did ask him once about it, and he just said, no. But it was a ‘no’ that meant to drop the subject.”

Now, Dan was giving his son another serious fuck, and Randy was still screaming. I then saw Dan reach around and start to stroke his son’s cock again. He didn’t clean it off of cream, he just began stroking it. When Dan had sent sperm shooting into Randy’s now well-laid ass, the boy came just after him.

Randy slumped in his bonds as Dan pulled his weakening cock out of him once again. I watched in fascination as Dan walked off camera and walked back to the defeated youngster to wipe his legs of jizm and blood. The cloth got redder as Randy was cleaned off. As he wiped the cream from his cock, Randy actually thanked his father.

I truly expected the scenario to continue, but Dan reached up and unbuckled Randy’s wrists from the restraints to let the boy down. I really felt sorry for him having to go through that ordeal as a first -timer. I had been down there myself, but only after I had some experience, and, yes, it was filmed.

“Is that it?” I asked Randy.

“No, just wait and see,” he countered.

I continued to watch the screen as six year old Randy slumped to the floor after Dan let him loose. I saw what damage he had done to the boy’s backside. His whole asscheeks were black, blue and red. I actually saw his gaping hole between those cheeks and I knew it would never return to its original tightness, neither was mine in point of fact. Randy was probably as loose as most whores on the streets that episode.

Dan walked in front of him and put his softened cock to the boy’s lips. Randy didn’t want to have anything to do with it and backed away. I saw Dan actually slap him upside the head.

“That was a mistake,” ten-year-old Randy said.

Back on the screen, Randy opened his mouth to clean his father’s dick. The boy was revolted at having something in his mouth that was just up his ass, but considering the alternative, he licked the tool until it was clean.

As Randy continued to clean, I noticed that not only was Dan getting harder, so was older Randy. When Dan was satisfied with the firmness of his mammoth cock, he grabbed Randy by the hair, and shoved it down his throat. The boy gagged on it, trying to force it back out, but Dan would have none of that and held onto him tighter.

Meanwhile, older Randy began to stroke his little erection, getting more and more turned on by what he was watching on the TV. I turned onto my stomach and opened my legs. I wanted him to know that I was willing to return the favor that he gave me earlier. I wasn’t disappointed. He saw what I did and moved gingerly on top of me.

When he made contact with my abused skin, I hissed and closed my eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, you know, Scotty,” he commented.

“I know how much you have always liked my ass, Randy. So...,” I trailed off.

He eased his tiny erection into my waiting boyhole. The renewed sensation of something sliding into my own well-laid ass did nothing but send shards of pain up my spine. I pushed him off me. It was too soon for this; I needed more time to heal.

As sort of a consolation prize, I had him lay with his back where my head had been resting. I knew how to please a man, or a woman for that matter, so sucking him off was hardly going to be a let down for him.

I took to my task as a fish takes to water, using all the tricks (another bad pun, sorry) of my trade. He put his arms behind his head and laced his fingers to keep them there and let me work.

While young Randy was being forced to take an enormous cock down his small throat, I had no problem easing the older Randy’s preteen cock into mine. My mouth and tongue worked in concert together to bring him over the edge of a really nice orgasm. Dan cried his release for the third time on the TV screen, sending some jizm down Randy’s young throat.

The weirdest thing happened next; I laid my head down on Randy’s groin, wrapped my arms around his back, and fell asleep.

I woke up to Dan, Roger, Red, and Mickey walking in the door. Roger looked a little sulky, but the others looked at me with a sort of pity in their eyes. I couldn’t believe I had slept that long, after just sleeping most of the morning. Amy actually came in from work and went to bed while I slept; that was how out of it I was.

“Feeling better, Scotty?” Mickey asked. I nodded, but I was still a little sore. Randy, Red, Mickey, and I went to Randy’s room for the night. Roger went to his room to sleep it off before Sunday. We still had one more day of possibly making money, and I was kind of anxious to get some of it.

When we walked in the room, Randy asked how the night went. It seems Mickey had to take care of Mr. Foster as well as Mr. Crandall.

“So you spent pretty much the entire evening tied up, huh?” Mickey smiled at my question that he didn’t need to answer. Plus, his cock was rock hard, as usual after a night like this one. Mr. Crandall was another one of our clients that liked Mickey the best. Mickey usually spent the time getting his fat behind spanked and paddled by him. He used to be a headmaster of a school.

“What about you, Red?” Randy asked.

“Mr. Fields for two hours, and then a new client who went by the name, ‘Bob’. He seemed familiar, somehow, though. Oh, well, another three hundred dollars,” he stated as he stretched out on the bed.

Usually, after an easy night, we would “play” for a while, but we didn’t seem in the mood for it that night, so we called it and went to bed. The others went to sleep quite easily, but I had slept most of the day away, so falling asleep was not going to come soon.

I tried lying on my back, and it didn’t hurt like it did before, so I stayed that way. Randy was lying on his side and swung his leg over onto my stomach then fell asleep. If he could lie there with my head in his crotch for a few hours while I slept, then I guess I could let him curl up next to me while he slept. It seemed only fair.