A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 10 ]

Suspended Time

I met up with Roger and Randy on the way to school, and we talked about the weekend a little. I kept it to myself about thinking about Rudy; it was still a little painful for all of us to talk about. It had been almost two months since his death, and we still didn’t really want to talk about it.

As I was in the line for lunch, and talking to Trish, one of my teachers found me and said that the principal wanted to ‘see’ me. I looked at Trish, and she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

“What have you done now?” Mrs. Miller asked.

“Take your pick, ma’am,” I said softly.

I walked in the principal’s office, past the secretary’s desk, who was gone to lunch as well, and opened the door to Mr. Tyson’s office. He was sitting at his desk with his cock out, and stroking it. I didn’t bother with the usual banter; I just closed the door and walked around the desk.

I pulled my pants down and leaned over the edge, waiting for him to spear me. He pulled the shitcork out of my asshole, and replaced it with his staff. I closed my eyes as the thick piece of meat sliced into me one more time. He pulled my arms up across the desk and held them with one hand at my wrists. It was his favorite thing to do when fucking one of us kids. The other was rubbing up and down my side.

He made contact with my nipple and felt the needle it was pierced with. He immediately stopped his cock half way inside me at its thickest point.

“What’s this?” He asked.

I slid my ass back to finish pulling him inside before I answered.

“A client pierced my nipples Sunday night. They’re sore, so don’t do anything with them, please.”

That was nothing more than an invitation to him. He reached under my shirt and felt the nipple closest to his hand; the right one. With just his thumb and forefinger, he twisted the needle around, winding up my tit as if it were a propeller. I winced at the renewed pain in my chest.

“Please, stop, Mr. Tyson,” I asked him. He let go of the needle and my tit returned to normal. He did the same thing to the left nipple until I asked him to stop. His cock seemed to grow (if that were possible) larger as he played with my nips.

My asshole clenched around his cock tighter each time he would twist one of them. At one point, he pulled me up into a standing position, and pulled my shirt over my head. He didn’t remove my shirt from my wrists, but used it as a loose tie to bind my wrists together over my head. He pulled my shirt-bound wrists back behind his head.

Then with a real sadistic urge, he stood up with his cock still buried in my ass. I held onto his neck as he stood up. He got a good look at me in his full length mirror opposite his desk. Now with both hands available to him my nipples received double the torture from his rough hands. My feet weren’t even touching the ground now as we stood there, with me impaled on his cock.

He pulled on the needles first, stretching my tits to their full endurance, and then letting them pop back to my chest. I didn’t scream, but I wanted to. The next thing he did was return to the winding gig. I squirmed against his body while sitting on his cock with each twist and turn of the needles.

I was also getting turned on again by the pain of it. Oh, I complained, but my cock stiffened and remained hard the rest of the time. He noticed this, of course, and pointed it out to me.

“So, the little slut likes the pain, huh?” He razzed. I shook my head, no, but he saw through that and gave a shove of his hips into my ass. “Don’t lie to me, boy,” he hissed in my ear. “You like this, and you know it.” I nodded meekly.

I had come to enjoy the pain others were giving me. I had become like Mickey and Red. In just over six months, I had gone from a nice, quiet, shy kid to a pain-slut. I guessed that from here, it was all down hill. There was nothing else that was going to make me cum, but extreme, sharp pain. This was just before my eleventh birthday, also. As this realization hit me, I cried.

It wasn’t a hard cry, just two tears fell for my lost innocence. My life would never be the same again, and it hasn’t.

Anyway, back to the principal’s office, with that fact now in hand, he shoved his dick even harder up my ass. My nipples were pulled, twisted, corkscrewed, and mauled the rest of the visit to his office. He came just as I did. He had to put his hand over my mouth before I let the whole world know about this.

We collapsed in a heap next to the mirror. I recovered first, and stood up. His cum was running down my legs (a sensation I was used to by now) and my skin around my areoles was pink from his abusing my nipples. I pulled my shirt back down and walked as best as I could to his desk to retrieve my buttplug. After inserting it back up my ass, I pulled my pants up, took my money out of his desk, and walked out of the office.

My knees were a little weak, but weathered the fuck pretty well. I got to the boy’s bathroom and cleaned myself up in the toilet. I heard the door to the room open and someone walk in. I froze.

“Scott?” It was Randy.

“Yeah, I’m in here, Rand,” I said from behind the locked door. He waited till I was finished and replaced the buttplug again. I walked out of the stall to find him leaning against one of the sinks.

“Rough one?” He asked me.

“Yeah, a little. I think I need to stop this.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I just realized that I’m enjoying the pain too much. I’ve become Mickey.”

“So? What’s the problem? So you like them fucking you, so what?”

“No, I like the pain, not just a cock up my ass. It’s the pain I like, man,” I tried to explain to him.

“So, from now on you get the rougher ones,” he countered.

“Very funny,” I retorted with a smirk. Turning serious, I said, “I was thinking about Rudy last night.”

He turned serious also. “I think about him all the time, Scott. I keep wondering if there was something I could have done if I were there.”

“You? What if I had done something instead of just hiding in the damn bushes like a coward?!”

“Then I would have lost a best friend as well as a brother,” he said in a plain tone of voice. We looked at each other for about half a second, and then hugged like brothers.

“What’s going on, here?” A voice said at the outer door. We turned to see another fifth grader looking at us.

“None of your fucking business, asshole,” Randy shot back.

“You two faggots or something?” He asked. We were on him in a split second, beating the shit out of him. He didn’t stand a chance. Both Randy and I knew how to incapacitate someone.

A teacher from another class heard the scuffle and came to investigate. She caught us pummeling the kid into unconsciousness. We didn’t see her until she grabbed both of our arms and yanked us off him. The kid wasn’t moving when I looked back at him. Both Randy and I got real scared at that.

She practically threw us against the door as she checked on the boy. He was alive, but so was Rudy when I left him to get help. She sent Randy to the office to get the principal and the nurse. Randy returned with Mr. Tyson and Ms. Phelps in-tow within a few minutes. I just stood there like an idiot the entire time he was gone.

“What happened?” Mr. Tyson asked as Ms. Phelps attended to the kid. Randy and I shrugged our shoulders. The teacher told him what she saw and he turned on us.

“Go to my office. Now!” He almost shouted that last word.

Randy and I knew we were in for it. He marched us up to his office and slammed the door closed once we entered.

“Explain yourselves, boys,” he said as he was trying to lose control of his temper.

I took the lead, knowing Mr. Tyson personally, and explained the truth to him. I even told him how we were feeling as the kid called us faggots, and why we were feeling that way.

“We’re not faggots, Sir,” I said, “and we hate being called that. Plus having to deal with what happened to Randy’s brother didn’t help the matter. The asshole deserved what he got.”

“And you’re gonna get what you deserve, Scotts,” he said. “Both of you are suspended for the rest of this week, and all of next week. And that starts right now. But both of you will return to the school this afternoon, off the clock, so to speak.”

I knew what he meant, and so did Randy. Mr. Tyson and Mr. Martin were going to have us and get us for free as part of our punishment.

We left the office holding our punishment slips, feeling dejected. We made our way off campus towards our respective houses. We got to the empty Potter’s house as both adults were at work. We got something to eat and headed to Randy’s room.

I undressed and lay down on Randy’s bed while he was taking a piss. The buttplug was still in its place and so were the needles in my tits. I was resting with my hands behind my head as Randy reentered the room. He saw my chest and stopped.

“What the hell are those?” He asked.

“Needles,” I replied dispassionately.

“Who did that to you?”

“Master Toby,” I answered.

“The one from Sunday night?” I nodded back at him. “Do they hurt?”

“Not as much any more, but they did when he put them through.”

“How did he have you?”

“Upside down, hogtied, and hanging from the outside clothesline. My balls were tied to the pole under me, and my head to the pole above me with a dog collar. My cock was also tied to the dog collar with a trucker’s hitch.”

“I hate those.”

“Me too. He never fucked me, but brought me to two fantastic orgasms. Then he tied me to the line outside and pierced my nipples with the needles. After a while, he tied those to the clothesline also.”

“Ow,” he said while rubbing his own chest. I smiled at his acknowledgement. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my pierced buds. He flicked the left needle, sending another unusual sensation through my chest. But it did start to turn me on again.

I raised my chest up and moaned a little as he did it again to the same nipple. I kept my hands where they were and let him play with them as much as he wanted and however he wanted. My cock got harder as he played with the needles. I squirmed around on his bed under his ministrations.

He reached down and ensnared my balls in the loop of his right thumb and forefinger. Closing the other fingers around them he squeezed, hard. I moaned and squirmed some more, but kept my hands where they were. My cock hardened even more as my balls were squeezed like lemons to make lemonade.

“Harder,” I whispered. He obliged. My nuts felt like they were in a vice. His left hand was still twisting and pulling on the needles in my chest buds. “Breathe on my cock,” I whispered again. When his moist breath hit my cockhead, I exploded through an orgasm that left me shaken and spent.

He released my nuts and nipples to return to their original places and I came down from Neverland. I just wished that I didn’t have to grow up.

I looked at him when I opened my eyes, and he was smiling at me.

“What?” I asked him.

“You do enjoy the pain, Scott.” He was definitely enjoying this new twist in our lives.

“Just as much as you enjoy giving it,” I said, nodding towards his erection. Since turnabout is fair play, I rolled over to allow him access to my backdoor. I knew he liked that most about me. My wounds had healed and only a small bruise was left from the college party.

He pulled the buttplug out with a ‘pop’. He slipped his four-incher inside me quite easily. He even commented on how wide I was getting.

“Well, what do you expect with a principal and math teacher that’s hung like polar bears,” I shot back.

“So, that’s why we got off so lightly,” he mused.

“Yep, now fuck the shit outta me, if you can,” I said with a little nastiness.

“If I can?” He said with a little force and he shoved his dick into me with all the strength he could muster. I felt him enter, but no pain, of course. He was still too small to cause me any pain.

“Pathetic,” I ribbed.

“Why, you,” he said and dismounted me. He left the room in a hurry. For a second, I thought he was mad, but when I heard him on the stairs coming back up, I knew he was just getting something from downstairs.

I didn’t bother turning around to look what he brought, so when I felt something large enter my asshole, it was a shock. I turned to look at had just plowed into me, and it was a fake cock, or dildo. But this one was hollow inside to allow his cock to slip in the hole. He tied two straps from the dildo around his waist, and fucked me with that thing while his cock was inside it.

His knees were planted inside of my legs and he forced them open. Randy fell onto my back, forcing a little air out of my lungs, and slipped his hands and arms under me. He started playing with the needles again while he fucked me with the strap-on.

“Call me, ‘pathetic’, bitch? This outta show you,” and shoved it all the way inside me with a thrust of his hips. My ass now felt like it was on fire. The dildo was thicker than any cock I had taken so far, even my principal’s. I squirmed trying to get away from the invader, but Randy held me in place by the needles in my tits.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere, bitch, till I cum,” he said sadistically. He was almost turning into a maniac.

“Is…that…all…you…got…?” I chided between each of his thrusts. “Be…cause… I…can…bare…ly…feel…it.” He stopped fucking me in mid thrust to look down at me. I smiled back up at him.

Now I made him really mad. He reared back up and sat on his heels with the fake cock still embedded inside me. Then I felt the swat. One after another, he brought his hand down on the globes of my ass. I just laid there and took them. Let him tire himself out. But after about thirty slaps, he wasn’t showing signs of slowing down. After fifty or so, he did one last hard slap on my very red ass and collapsed back down on me.

His hands went straight back to the needles piercing my budding nipples and resumed playing with them. The fucking continued and my back hole was reamed out larger than it ever had been. I doubted if it would ever return to an even semi-normal size.

Finally, the reaming stopped as he made a final lunge of his hips and drove the fake cock to its furthest point inside me, cumming at the same time. He lay there on my back for a few minutes to recover. I welcomed the closeness of our bodies.

“Uh, Randy?”

“Hmmm?”

“You okay?”

“I should be asking you that question,” he said into my back and we both laughed. “How’re your nips?”

“Sore, but not as sore as my asshole is,” I commented.

“Yeah, but you deserved that,” he said with a swipe to my shoulder.

We cleaned up everything and he returned the dildo to the basement where he got it. We laid in bed looking up at the ceiling for a few minutes.

“Let’s work on our tan,” I suggested. He agreed and we went outside for some sun. It was partly cloudy, so the sunshine was catch-as-catch-can.

Dan arrived home first and saw us in the backyard sunning ourselves.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be in school still?”

“Aren’t you?” I asked, smartly.

“Don’t give me attitude, Sport. Now, why are you here so early?”

We explained what happened at school earlier and our suspension. He was a little upset, understandable, but didn’t discipline either one of us. After Rudy, he didn’t discipline Randy or Roger again. He just didn’t have the heart, I guess.

I was allowed to come over to the Potter’s house so that I wouldn’t have to tell my parents about the suspension. Randy and I played normal kids games during the daytime, with no work at night. We couldn’t touch each other the entire suspension. To make sure that we couldn’t, he put chastity bags on both of our cock and balls. It was a way to punish me and Randy without discipline. No sex whatsoever for two weeks. Not even masturbation was allowed. Talk about frustrating.

On the last day of our suspension, I went to Randy’s house, as normal. When I walked in and closed the door, Randy pushed me from behind onto the floor. He wrestled with me till he had both my arms pulled behind my back. A leather strap was used around my biceps to tie my arms behind me. Two more straps were used to tie each of my wrists to the opposite elbows. He put the dog collar around my neck and fastened a leash to the d-ring in the back. While sitting on my back, he pulled my socks and shoes off my feet. My pants and underpants were yanked down and off my legs. He didn’t bother with my shirt until later.

With the leash on the collar, he tried to pull me towards the basement, but I wasn’t moving. He tried another tactic. He pulled the leash back and wound it around my crossed forearms tightly. He then picked me up like a suitcase, at least he tried. He did get me closer to the doorway, though, but I wasn’t helping him at all.

“You’re only making this harder on yourself, Bitch!” He said in his authoritative mode.

“Fuck off!” I said, lying tied on the floor.

“Okay, you wanna do this the hard way. Fine.” With that, he went downstairs and came back with Dan’s flat paddle. Sitting on my bare legs, he swung the paddle sideways slapping it against each of my asscheeks. One swing to my left cheek, then the other to my right, alternating each time he swung downward.

The first twenty or so swats were not much to me. After that, it started to sting, then hurt, then burn until I gave in. He had reached a hundred when that point was reached.

“’Bout damn time,” he said and laid the paddle down next to me. Carrying me like a heavy suitcase again, he dragged me down the stairs and into the torture room of the Potters’.

The wire in the middle was threaded through the d-ring on the dog collar and attached to both layers of the leather strap binding my biceps together. He hoisted me up to a kneeling position. He produced a key and removed our chastity bags from each of our groins before continuing. He pulled my nuts through my legs behind me and put them between two square pieces of plastic. Screws were put into two holes closest to my body and wing nuts were used to secure them together. Two more screws were put into the farther holes and wing nuts were put them as well. As he tightened those two wing nuts, the plastic began to squeeze my nuts like they were grapes in a wine press.

I screamed when I couldn’t take it anymore, and he stopped tightening the wing nuts. He reached around and felt my hard cock, just to check. He put into place two bars facing out on the screws closest to my body and then walked around in front of me. My legs were brought together and tied at the knees and ankles, and he lifted me up by the wire. Since the wire went through the d-ring of the collar, my head was forced up as he pulled me up. I was lifted up high enough to get my feet off the ground.

I now found out why the bars were placed on the nut-squeezer. If I straightened my legs at all, the bars pulled my nuts back. So now my legs were my enemy. I had to keep them folded up in order to keep from torturing my balls. My cock remained as hard as ever while Randy was setting this all up.

“Now, for some more new things,” he said with a gleam in his eye. He brought over from the table two earrings. He pulled the needle out of my left nipple, something I hadn’t done yet to either nipple, and inserted an earring. He repeated the procedure with the right nipple. A small stick was inserted through my left nipple ring and twisted till I screamed again. He did the same with the right one. Each twist left my nipples red around the areoles, but he didn’t stop with just one twist.

He twisted the rings in the other direction next until a scream escaped. One nipple at a time was twisted, going in opposite directions each time. The pain was excruciating, and my cock was loving it, but I couldn’t cum.

“Please, Randy, let me cum,” I begged.

“IT’S MASTER TO YOU, BITCH!” He screamed at me, and grabbed both of my nipples at their source and twisted hard. Real hard. I screamed in pain again.

“I’m sorry. Master, please let me cum. I need it.”

“No.”

“Please,” I was near tears, now. I needed that relief.

“No,” was all he said and walked to the wall and back with the paddle. It was swung against my ass, but hit the squeezer as well. Renewed screams erupted from my throat. He laid the paddle against my asscheeks a total of ten more times before stopping.

“You don’t cum until I let you, Bitch! Got that?”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered.

“What was that, Bitch?”

“Yes, Master,” I said a little louder. He gave the squeezer a tap with the paddle before returning it to its rightful place on the wall.

He returned to stand in front of me with a small leather strap. He wrapped this around the head of my cock, leaving a short piece hanging loose. A cord was lassoed through that piece and pulled up to the dog collar, back down and tied off with another trucker’s hitch. It stretched my cock to its limits, but still I could not cum. I needed him to stimulate my cock in someway.

Weights were added to my nipplerings, pulling them downward. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and a ball gag was inserted in my mouth.

“I’ll just leave you for a while, Bitch, but I’ll be back in a while to check on you. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” He said and with another pat to the ball-squeezer, he left the room and headed upstairs.

I hung in the room for god knows how long, suffering. Each time I relaxed my legs a little, my balls suffered immense pain. My cock was strained in its chokehold strap as well. My whole groin was in intense pain again. The longer I hung there, the more my nipples hurt, also.

My stomach muscles began to really hurt as they were forced to keep my legs from hurting my nuts. Just as I thought I could not keep them up any longer, I heard the door open and Randy walk down the stairs.

“So, how’s the bitch doing, hmm?” He said as he walked behind me. He gave the ball-squeezer a flick and tugged on the cord attached to my cock. “Looks like Bitch is still enjoying himself.”

“Mmmppphhh,” I said through the ball gag.

“Sorry, I didn’t get that. Could you repeat it?” I didn’t bother.

I felt him reach up and undo the ball gag from behind my head and removed it from my mouth as well as the blindfold over my eyes. He wanted to look at me in the eye.

“You may speak, Bitch,” he jeered.

“Please, Master, please let my legs rest. It’s killing me.”

“Of course you can rest your legs, Bitch. Go ahead,” he was taunting me.

“Master, I can’t. I’ll kill my balls,” I complained.

“Complain, complain, and complain. That’s all I get from you, Bitch. It seemed to me that you enjoy getting tied up and tortured. I give you that, and you still complain. Okay, I’ll remove the bars from the squeezer, but not the squeezer from your balls.”

He did just that, and my legs were able to rest for the first time without hurting my balls. He didn’t stop there, though. Two strings were tied to the screws on the far side of the ball-squeezer and pulled down to the eyebolt in the floor. With another one of those trucker’s hitches, my squeezed balls were pulled their limits toward the floor. He pulled until I screamed again, then tied off the end to the hitch.

The screws dug into my skin a little as they were right next to my legs, but that was the least of my worries.

“Now, is that better, Bitch?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered through gritted teeth.

“Aren’t you gonna thank me?”

“Yes, Master, thank you for helping my legs,” still gritting my teeth at the pain in my nuts.

“And…?”

“And, Master?”

“Uhh!” he said in exasperation. “And helping your nuts, Bitch, your nuts.”

“Yes, Master, and for helping my nuts,” I said. My nuts hadn’t gotten any help from him.

“Just for that, you’re gonna get twenty lashes, Bitch,” he said and walked over to the whip hanging on the wall.

“Oh, no, Master, please don’t whip me,” I pleaded with him.

“One more word and I add five more onto this,” he warned.

The whip first landed across my chest just below my left nipple, leaving a red stripe about three inches long. I screamed. The next one hit the nipple ring above that stripe. Again I screamed. The next ones landed near or on the right nipple. He moved down my body and the seventh one landed right on the stalk of my dick. I screamed like hell.

“Oooooo, that must have really hurt, Bitch,” he said, but didn’t stop the whip.

The next two lanced my thighs, leaving two long red marks running down my legs. The next two caught each of the globes of my ass. The third one after that made contact with my stretched, tortured, and abused nuts. It didn’t leave any marks as they were guarded by the squeezer, but the lash made it hurt. He brought one down across the soles of my feet, then the back of my knees. The next ones attacked my reddened ass again. Two were meant to line my lower back, and he reserved the final two for hitting my nipples again.

One last one struck my cock right beside the one he did earlier. Each crack of the whip brought a fresh round of screams from me. He waited for me to stop screaming before the next one hit. Patient little shit, I’ll give him that.

“That last one was for the begging I had to listen to at the beginning. Now, Bitch, I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” he said looking into my eyes.

“Yes…, Master, I’ve learned my lesson. Thank you.”

“Very good, Bitch. Well, that wraps up this session. I’ll be back later. Enjoy.” With that said, he replaced the ball gag and blindfold and walked back upstairs, leaving me in torment.

Every part of my body now hurt. My groin was tasting pain like it had never known. My ass was on fire from both the paddlings earlier and the whippings now. It felt like he had made an ‘x’ on each buttcheek. I knew my body was lined with red welts from that whip.

My main problem was the inability to cum. My cock was still rock-hard in its captivity, but an orgasm was impossible no matter what I did. I even tried pulling on it, and that did nothing but make it hurt worse.

Some time later, I heard something going on upstairs but I couldn’t make out any distinct sounds. The door to the basement was opened and footsteps followed down.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Oh, shit! That’s Mr. Tyson’s voice.

“All trussed up and ready for fucking, as promised, Sir,” Randy said.

“Nice purple balls, Scott,” I heard Mickey say.

“Yeah, nice,” Red and Jake said in unison.

“Didn’t know you had your nipples pierced, though,” Red commented.

“Yeah, it was two weeks ago. One of the clients did it,” Randy told him.

“Well, boys, he’s our little fuck toy now,” Mr. Tyson invited.

Without any further warning, two of them took to paddling and whipping me with the crop. Someone else shoved either a dildo or vibrator up my ass and fucked me with it non-stop. Mr. Tyson twisted my nipples past the time I began screaming.

It was then that I felt hot breath on my cock and fireworks erupted through my brain. I came not once or twice, but three times before I blacked out.