Hobo Jungle Late Teen Uses and Abuses

*** Part 4 : master and Mistress revealed. Sexed fun ensues for all.

It must have been near six a.m., but it would be dark until seven at the least, perhaps longer. It was late September and daylight-saving time hadn't started yet in this sleepy, innocent midwest whistle-stop town. It had been warm, now it was cooling and fog was appearing from only the sex fiends' demons could tell you where. P and CG grabbed up a few things, tossed them into their 'tater sac "carry-ons" and headed up the embankment to catch the morning freight south. They'd be back through.

That left Townie used, bemused, sore, confused and rearousing rapidly, since he was still under a state of CBT, with his split-collars attached to the spider web of torment described earlier. The departure of Pycho and Carp Guy left Cheryl and Cum Bucket (CB) behind, staring with growing anticipation at his perv-enticing preDICKament. He (I) was still tethered by his cock and scrotum by scratchy sisal twine and bungee cords hooked through chuncks of cinder-block. A couple candles were burning nearby and Cheryl had the lantern. I could see that someone had better have an allen key or I'd have trouble removing the ring cushion and the split collar from behind his cock and balls. AND the two behind only his (his) nuts plus three spacing rings, pushing them, pushing them, pushing, pushing, pushing for hours now. His stretched sack was benettled, burned, semi-cooked and singed free of the final brave pubes. He'd have trouble sneaking in the backshed at home if they couldn't be tended to until then - and what if his sneaky slut sister caught him?

He needn't have worried. The two who had jumped on the train moments ago had left Cum Bucket with the allen key. T would simply order C.B. to crawl under him with a good light and get the bolts out. He could remove the other stuff then and they could say their goodbyes. No great harm, fabulous, fountainous cum-spewing once-in-a-lifetime raw psycho-sex. A cumfully great time was had by all, even the fish.

CB and Cheryl had other other ideas and some creative staying power, too. It turned out CB was Cheryl's first cousin and only looked like a character from "Deliverance". He wasn't stupid and now, after a night of mostly watching, he was sexed to the maximum and more. Cheryl had yet to use me the way she wanted and her evil, sneering leer let me know so. Until I was released, they were to be addressed - if at all - "Yes" or "No" always preceeded and followed by Mistress or Master. To let poor Townie know this was no bull, they produced some incentive. The coals were glowing again. Hmm... Master had the nettle-cat o' nine and Mistress had an assortment of willow switches, some wrapped in cockle-burrs. Before allowing T. to move from his all-fours position, each practiced a bit. Mistress switched T. across his neck and shoulders and down to the small of his back. She also worked over his unshaven armpits. Cockleburrs stuck liberally where she had used that switch. Several stuck near his nipples, still clamped and hung with fish weights.

Every stroke of the switch made his fat, distended nuts ache more and more menacingly, with threats of huge, scalding geysers of teen cream to cum if everything were "handled" just so. Then Master began to lay on with the netttle cat, nettie for short. First Master put the nettle tails to a quick visual examination. Good! He had woven nine new strands of three nettle varieties - each quite "bitey" - and to give it a good swing, odd bits of metal, one chunk per, were attached to the end of each tail. Master had also wrapped the old leather glove around the holding end, good idea.

Of course, Townie couldn't see much. Mistress gloatingly described everything to him, though, so he could anticipate the guy goo producing PAIN-leasuring he was enduring. Master and Mistress began to lay on strokes, slowly and deliberately. Usually it was one stroke, step back, self pleasure, step forward, stroke, step back, repeat. Occasionally, a rhythmn developed in which they would lash T. together, alternating & ending with a simultaneous dual stroke to a preplanned simul spot. Master must have enjoyed what he was doing to/for Townie. Each full stroke of nettie by Master to T.'s captured and cooked hangers made Master's now (!!!??!!!) 9+ FAT inches visibly twitch. Now Master made T. (t from now on) stretch his legs while keeping his hands on the ground. t's adorned junk was still trapped on the wrong side of the plywood upon which he had been lying, stomach down, for hours now. Stretching his legs felt great for his cramped thigh muscles - until he was told to stay that way. Now his scrotum was pulling the sisal tighter and the bungee cords again had his nut sack dancing a merry dance. And t's cock was available! With t's current uncomfortable pose, it pointed semi-stiffly out. The head was dry. It looked like it had been in the sun too long and been sucked hard all day by a pasture full of weaning calves. Master finally had the angle for the strokes he wanted. He put a few across t's ass cheeks and one with all 9 tails across t's gaping asshole, fucked out by P.'s 8.5" fat black cock.

Master walked around to t's drooping head, pried t's jaws open by pressure to the hinge-nerve, and plopped his choad into t's wide open mouth. Master could see that this mouthful and Cheryl's continued willow switch applications were making t's slave-now cock increasingly red and engorged. The slight cigar burns were strange welts on t's dick, which was becoming purple to match its super-sensitive helmet and glans. The stiffer phallus now pointed more upwards and Master had free access to the underside! He put to with nettie down the tender bottom length of t's throbbing/burning prick, across his hanging and captive scrotum with the metal weights dragging the cat ends up against the small of t's back, thus benettling t's double-entry asshole even further. All this was now foreplay to the twisted teen and the evidence was visible in his swelling seed-bag, the veins roping along his singed cock shaft, the spontaneous ejaculation spasms which kept his cock bouncing, and the steady stream of clear lube which ran from his wide-open cum hole. And his moans of discomfort sounded more like moans of pleading - for more use and abuse, please Master and Mistress.

Mistress Cheryl had disappeared around t's back. He could see her face between her udders, upside down. With his cock and balls secured, t was only able to push himself partway up for a look-around. She grinned at him and gave all the bungee cords a snap. T's stuff flailed about madly. Master smacked t's undercock and nuts again, continually and simultaneously with his Masterful mouth/throat/tonsil fucking of t - who had yet to swallow! Master had revealed his full 9" chubby and was roughly face-fucking the semi-arched back, ball & cock restrained-in-pain t. He could only stay in position for 15-20 seconds, swallowing Master's monster cock, before he had to give way and ease the strain on his back and sack. Mistress searched about and came back with an evil leer. She had a cop-sized flash-light in one hand and a willow switch in the other. Mistress gave t's nipple weights a swing, swatted his tit area with a single willow switch.

She hid the flashlight in her drooling pussy. She whacked t's rectum with the switch, yanked the flash from her cunny - all lubed now - and without a hint, jammed it up t's wrecked ass. Mistress commensed pumping that flash full-stroke and furiously, at the same time strumming all the cords to which t's nut sack and seed-drill were attached. Concurrently, Master stroked Mistress's fat nipples and cunt lips with the cat. This caused Mistress to run the flashlight ever faster in and out of t's disgraced asshole and to be rougher with t's scrotum, directly slapping and punching it. All the time, t had ached to blow. He could feel another massive load buiding and oozing/pumping its way to the exploding cock point. His pre-goo leaked out steadily and coated his shaft and balls, dripping from there to the trampled grass, dust and dirt.

He had to get back on his knees. His legs were burning. Master's cock was huge and throbbing, lodged in the back of t's throat. T's balls were beginning the inevitable precum churn in ernst. Mistress jammed the flashlight in, hard, Master gave t's cock a last nettie swat, then began unloading thick, steaming, fishy man-cream directly into t's gut, his be-ringed sack resting on t's chin as his choad pumped on and on. Master cum was also leaking around His cock and down t's chin, onto t's barely-haired teen chest. Mistress yanked out the flashlight and jammed it up her own ass. She came with a growl. Master grabbed t's cock and Mistress his balls. Mistress stripped down t's sack as Master held t's wood by the base and swatted the head open palmed and rapidly back and forth.

It drooled out some come and spit as he moaned. The machine-like, harsh and rapid-repeat slapping of his cockhead along with Master's pumping firm grip on his sore shaft's base, plus all the bouncing about of his weighted and cum-laden testicles sent him over the edge and rewarded Master with a hugely unexpected load of teen cock cream. t was under orders not to blow until given permission. And this was a plus size spew, wasted now. Master punched t in the balls and told him to stand up. t tried but the punch had taken his breath away - and his balls, he had thought, were still secure on the wrong side of the BDSM board. Someone had sprung the trap mechanism so t could stand...?

It was left to ponder his situation as Master and Mistress went back in the bushes. Presently, they returned, rolling a cable spool between them. They positioned the spool directly behind the still uncomforably semi-kneeling t. Master stood directly in front of t, leered, lit a blunt, blew smoke in t's nose THEN produced the other knife. Looked like a 12" German butcher blade. t's prick twitched a bit at the sight of such a sausage slicer in Master's hand. Master used the flat of the blade under t's scrotum to make t stand up, sisal and bungees and concrete blocks and all attached. His teen junk had been "unlocked" from its dangling place through the board of pleasurable pain sometime ago, but only to gain new accesses to t's body. it seems. A few of the blocks moved a bit and t's scrotum could be stretched no more. Cheryl thoughtfully stopped diddling herself and gave the taut cords a strum, which sent t's weighted balls bouncing about. Master removed the knife, but not before an errant testicle slip along the sharp edge, drawing a line of oozing red blood from the swollen and pulsing nutsack.

Mistress Cheryl laughed hideously. t's cock began to visibly stiffen. Master pumped his cock and t's together, side by side. t's dick thickened and grew sorely to maximum length. Master no longer pumped the pair. His chub continued to drizzle lube steadily while he held t's cock and stropped the 12" knife on its underside like an old time barber, znicker-znicker-snap fast. Mistress began tugging t's ball-sack backwards, forcing his legs to buckle against the cable spool. Master stopped stropping, Mistress tugged once more and t was sprawled eyes to the sky, small of the back on the spool.

Apparently, someone was feeling unfulfilled. At least the scratchy wool blanket had been put on the spool. And now his junk was being tugged differently. His balls were still attached by bungees and sisal to concrete blocks. He wasn't going anywhere. The stump had been rolled over by thoughtful, fire-tending Cheryl. t could rest his head on that and see what was about. It was still foggy and the sun wasn't going to shed much light where they were for some time still. t could hear a couple lighters flick nearby and the rough sound of an early morning cream delivery. Townie smelled a familiar combination of hash and fat cigar. Master and Mistress hove back into view, each armed with an endless libido, sado-masocho imaginations and a cigar with a glowing tip.

And all the wonderfully excrutiatingly hot-wax producing candles were lit again. Master and Mistress took turns blowing huge lungfulls of hash/tobacco smoke into t's lungs. At the same time, they took turns stroking, pumping, slapping and sucking t's captive prick and scrot. Holding glowing cigar tips near t's asshole made his cock grow visibly. Holding it near his finger-stretched foreskin made it steel-like yet again. Splashing candle wax on his clamped nipples, titanium phallus and stretched nut-sack made the cock-veins more visibly fill and pulse. Touching the freshly-puffed cigar's fat cherry tip to his taut foreskin made him rigid. And rendered him unconscience.

To be continued...whatever will happen to Townie?