John Introduces Me to Tom

It has been 4 months since I first played with John. After our first encounter my balls and dick had been covered with burns. It was a long and painful recovery. 

The hardest part of healing was trying to keep bandages on my balls and dick. Playing with myself was hard and uncomfortable. I couldn’t masterbate very easily. An imposed celibacy from John.

But those 2 months were worth it. I will never forget that first time with John. The unbearable pain as he smoked my balls. The look in his eyes and the grin on his face as he covered my balls and dick with cigarette burns. I get hard every time I think about it.

It was the worst and best experience of my life.

Then, out of the blue a couple days ago I got a text message from John, “Are you all healed up and ready to suffer again?”

I didn’t know what to say. The last time was so intense. Did I really want to endure that again? Was I willing to suffer through the months of healing all over again?

I didn’t reply right away, I thought about it for a couple of days. I remembered being scared and afraid. I remember begging, and pleading with him to stop. I remember trying to squirm out of the rops and away from the pipe slowly roasting my nuts. I remember John laughing at me as he slowly ground cigarettes out on me latter. I remember him shooting his load as I burned.

I also remembered masterbating to those memories every day since.

I text John back, “Yes sir, I am ready.”

John’s reply was immediate and not what I had expected, “LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT, WHEN I SEND YOU A MESSAGE I EXPECT YOU TO REPLY IMMEDIATELY! I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU ARE DOING OR WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE! WHEN I MESSAGE YOU, YOU REPLY IMMEDIATELY. YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!”

“I am sorry Sir, it won’t happen again,” I text back.

“You have really fucking pissing me off! This Friday, 7pm. Same place, same room. DON’T FUCKING BE LATE. YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!”

And that was it. Things were in motion. I felt like I couldn’t control them anymore. I had made the decision to contact him, and now it was too late. I couldn’t back out now. I told myself, I was committed, I was going to see him on Friday.

I was nervous, excited, afraid and terrified all at the same time. What was I doing? All I could think about were the weeks of recovery that were ahead of me.

I should just forget John's number. Walk away. I don’t have to do this. I didn’t really owe him anything. It was my choice, not his.

Then I would remember him jacking off and cumming on my stomach. The memories of him smiling and laughing while I suffered. Just thinking about his rock hard dick made me smile and get hard myself. No, it wasn’t my choice anymore. He had made the choice for me. I couldn’t stop this even if I really wanted to.

Friday eventually came. I pulled my car into the parking lot of the motel. I was so scared and nervous, I was shaking and I felt like I was going to throw up. I tried taking deep breaths and calming myself down.

After my hands stopped shaking, and I was in control again, I went to room 206 and knocked on the door. John opened it and said, “Get in, we have been waiting for you.”

And that was it, the door closed behind me and I heard him lock it.

John wasn’t alone. John was wearing a leather vest, chaps and nothing else. The other guy in the room was blond, young and naked. He was laying on his back on one of the beds with one knee up. His cock and balls were big, bigger than Johns. I had the feeling I was going to be getting up close and personal with them soon.

John said, “Get undressed, you piece of shit.”

He turned to the other man, “Tom, pull that play bag over here please.”

As I am undressing I notice a metal frame erected above the bed Tom had been laying on. I can see that it came in sections and it must be portable. They must have assembled it here. I don’t know what it will be used for, yet, but I have a feeling I will know soon enough.

I fold my clothes and leave them in a pile by the door. I stand with my head down, arms behind my back, eyes closed and legs spread. I wait.

Soon John and Tom walk over to me. I feel their hands on me. They are rubbing me all over. Squeezing and caressing my ass, running their fingers over my chest. Gently pushing their fingers against my ass hole. One of them gently grabs my balls and holds them. John says, “Tom and I are going to take turns fucking you. We are going to take turns making you suffer. We are going to take turns burning you.”

Someone starts kissing me. Someone is squeezing my balls harder. Someone then starts squeezing my nipples. After a few minutes of this my dick is hard and I can tell both John and Tom's dicks are hard too.

I feel someone lift my chin. I open my eyes to see Tom right in front of me staring into my eyes, “John told me all about his special pipe. He will be smoking your balls again tonight, and I am going to smoke your cock.”

Tom starts grinning, “Ever since John told me about you I've been fantasizing about what your roast cock is going to taste like. I am going to shove your dick into that pipe and smoke you.” 

I looked behind Tom and for the first time noticed the pipe and a pair of cigars on the nightstand next to the bed. John sees me looking at them and grins. “Yea, after we finish smoking you we are going to relax and burn you with cigars.”

I look back into Tom's big blue eyes and he starts kissing me again, deep and hard. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. As he does this John starts rubbing my ass hole with his fingers and squeezing my balls. I start to moan, Tom kisses me more forcefully. I pull back so I can get a breath, he grabs the back of my head and forces me to kiss him hard. John is now pulling hard on my balls, squeezing and pulling, harder and harder. Tom continues to attack me, kissing harder. John has now shoved one of his fingers into my ass. I feel their rock hard dicks pushing against me.

John says, “I told you he was going to a lot of fun.”

Tom finally breaks the kiss and John gives me one last HARD squeeze before he lets go and I fall to my knees.

“You were right. I wasn’t sure at first, but this little fuck toy of yours is going to be a lot of fun,” he says.

They step back and John kicks me in the balls. I grunt and double over.

John yells, “Fucking stand up or I am going to really kick you!”

Tom ruffley pulls me to my feet and then shoves me onto the bed. John grabs some rope from the bag and the two of them tie me up. They aren’t gentle about it. After a few minutes of work my arms are bound to my sides and I can’t move.

Tom says, “I want his balls and hole first, you can have his tits and throat.”

John grabs my shoulders and pulls me until my head is hanging off the end of the bed. I look up to see him with a big O ring gag. It’s a gag with a big round ring in the middle. There are leather straps on each side. Once inserted one can’t close their mouth, but the ring provides easy access for things to be shoved in.

“Open up fuck face,” he says. He firmly shoves it into my mouth and fastens it behind my head. Just about then it really sinks in. I am helpless and these two have plans. Painful plans.

I start shaking again. I glance down to see Tom attaching leather cuffs to my ankles. John starts attaching chains to the metal frame. They pull me up and attach my ankles to the chains. I am hanging with my ass up in the air and my legs spread. My shoulders and chest are still on the bed. They attach some more ropes to my shoulders and the other ends to the frame. This keeps me from sliding off the bed.

John says, “That should work. You first,” he gestures to Tom.

Tom pulls a bottle of lube out of the bag and starts filling my ass. He then positions himself between my legs. I feel him rubbing his cock head against my ass. John kneels on the floor in front of my face. He is stroking his rock hard cock. He grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock into my throat through the O ring gag. The pressure on my ass suddenly increases and Tom shoves his cock in deep and hard.

As John shoves his cock deep into my throat, I start gagging. Tom is slamming his cock deep into my ass hard and fast. My ass is on fire, his cock is huge and it hurts so much, even with the lube. I cry out in pain, my eyes are watering. I am fighting not to puke.

John yells, “DON’T YOU DARE PUKE. Just fucking take it.”

Tom says, “Such a nice tight ass!”

Just then Tom grabs my balls with his hands. He squeezes my nuts while digging his thumbs in. He is pulling hard, he is using them to give himself leverage as he thrusts deep into my ass.

I am lost. I am having a hard time breathing, my mouth is filling with spit. I can’t swallow and I keep gagging. My ass is on fire. My nuts are screaming in pain from Tom’s thumbs. There is nothing I can do, I just have to endure.

After a long hard fucking I feel John shudder. I taste his cum, he shot his load down my throat. He slows down and slowly pulls out. I can swallow and take a real breath again, but Tom is still going.

Tom squeezes my balls even harder and starts pumping my ass faster. I scream in agony. Suddenly he pulls out and digs his thumbs in even deeper, he is going to pop my nuts! I am screaming. Then I feel him shoot his load all over. After a couple pumps he shoves his dick back in and I can feel him shuddering while he finishes deep in my ass.

Slowly he releases my nuts. I can feel his dick slowly getting soft in my hole. He slowly pulls out. It is over.

John sits next to him and they start kissing and hugging. They are very gently caressing and kissing each other. After a few minutes they fall into each other's arms and Tom says, “I have been saving that one up for a week.”

I am drenched in sweat and shaking from the pain in my balls. All I can do is just breathe.

After a few minutes I lift my head and look over, Tom is laying down cleaning himself off with a towel. When he is done he throws the soiled towel at my head, I shake my head out of the way to try and avoid it.

Then I watch John open a small cooler by the door, I hadn’t noticed it before. He takes out a couple beers and hands one to Tom. They sit together on the bed relaxing and drinking. I could really use one of those, but I know better than to ask.

I close my eyes and just try to recover. My ass is throbbing. My throat hurts. My ears are buzzing and I am still a little light headed. I just try and relax the best I can. I start remembering the look on Tom’s face as he shot his load all over me, and the feeling as he shoved his dick back. It makes me smile to think about how I made him cum so hard.

After a while I hear John say, “I am ready for a nice long smoke, how about you.” 

I open my eyes and look up to see John walking over to the nightstand to get the pipe. 

Oh shit, this is it. What I have been both dreading and secretly looking forward to.

John gets some small thin ropes out of the play bag. My legs are still pulled up by the chains attached to the frame. He kneels on the bed and starts tying up my balls. He slowly starts attaching the pipe.

I look over to see Tom, watching John intently. He is grinning from ear to ear and is getting hard again. “John, that is so fucking hot.”

John has attached the pipe to my balls. Just like last time. The strings and straps are holding the half pipe against my balls.

I look over at Tom again. He has taken one of the cigars from the nightstand and is getting ready to light it.

My heart is racing. I am afraid. I knew what was going to happen, but now that it is here I am too scared. The O ring gag is still in my mouth but I can speak a little, “I want to stop. I have changed my mind, I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Tom reaches over and puts his hand over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up, you are ruining mood.”

John stands up next to me and punches me in the gut. I groan but can’t move. “You fucking knew what was going to happen and you willingly came here. So shut the fuck up.”

“Tom, hand me that inflatable gag in the side pocket.”

Tom reaches into the bag and pulls out a small gag with a squeeze balls attached to it. He hands it to him.

John shoves the new gag through the O ring gag into my mouth. He then starts pumping up the squeeze ball. The gag fills my mouth. I can’t breathe through my mouth anymore. I am trying hard to not choke.

John then starts filling the pipe with tobacco.

Tom has fished a lighter out of the bag and is starting to light his cigar.

John stands over me looking down, “Control yourself. Just take the pain. We know you like this as much as we do. We know you masterbate to the idea of being burned. So just fucking take it.”

Tom reached down and grabs my flaccid cock, he slowly holds the glowing end of his cigar to it. I jumped and groan. But there was nothing I can do.

I watched John finish packing the pipe bowl. He attaches the hookah hose. It is ready. But I am not. I remember the pain from last time, I am scared.

Tom takes a couple more drags on his cigar to get it glowing hot again. He grabs my dick head and stretches out my dick. He hold the cigar tip on the side of my dick, I jump again.

John kneels on the bed between my legs. He starts filling my ass with more lube. The burning in my ass has subsided, but not gone away. Here comes some more.

Tom has been watching John get ready. He grabs John’s dick and starts stroking him. They start kissing.

When John’s dick is hard they break and John shoves his dick into my hole. My ass is burning again. John isn’t as big as Tom, but he still hurts.

Tom puts down his cigar and hands the hooka pipe to John. Tom flicks the lighter to life and puts it to the top of the pipe. My heart is pounding in my ears.

I instantly feel the heat. John takes a deep drag on the pipe. My balls are burning. John starts pounding my ass harder and harder. I am groaning in pain. The pain on my balls is quickly reaching unbearable levels. There is nothing I can do.

My mind and senses are becoming overloaded. My ass is burning from John’s pounding. My balls are burning. And then it happens. Between thrusts Tom brings the glowing tip of his cigar down on the base of my cock and slowly grinds it out. Not a tap, this time a slow grind, all the way out. I scream into the gag, I am shaking uncontrollably. All I feel is pain. John takes another deep drag on the pipe and gives me more hard thrusts.

My eyes are closed, all I can do is try and endure this. All my muscles are tensed up, trying to fight the pain.

I hear Tom say, “Give me a hit.”

The trusting stops, I open my eyes to see John hand Tom the hookah hose. John starts again. I close my eyes. I am straining every muscle in my body against the pain. Suddenly I feel Tom taking a long deep drag on the pipe. “Oh, yea, I can taste his ball sack.”

Tom takes one more pull then says, “I have had enough. I will wait for his cock. You finish him off.” I glance up to see him hand John back the hose.

The pain is indescribable. I don’t remember all of it. All I remember is John just slowly taking drag after drag on the pipe. I can feel the pipe burning deeper and deeper. Each drag is a new horror on my balls.

Finally I feel John pull out of my ass and jerks off on me.

Things slow down now. John lets go of me and crawls onto the second bed. I open my eyes to see them lying down together. Tom gently caressing John. John, relaxing in his post orgasm bliss.

My balls are still smoldering. All I can do is wait for the pipe to slowly burn out.

I watch as Tom and John rest in each other's arms. They may have fallen asleep, I don’t know. I am so exhausted I think I fell asleep.

I wake to John shoving me in the side. “Wake up, we aren’t don’t yet.”

They are talking to each other, while they start unhooking my legs. They let me down from the frame. I am not awake yet, I don’t hear what they are saying.

John yells at me, “Cleanup that pipe and don’t make a mess or I will punch you in the balls so hard you puke.” They untie my hands and arms and leave it for me to clean up.

There is an ashtray on the nightstand. I put it under my balls and untied the pipe. I knock the ashes out of the pipe and into the ashtray. There are still a few embers. I guess I just couldn’t feel them anymore.

I look up to see Tom staring at the ashtray between my legs. He smiles and says, “That is a good look for you, your balls in the ashtray.”

I take my balls out of the ashtray and put the ashtray on the nightstand. I get up slowly and make my way to the bathroom. I use a washcloth and clean myself up. My balls are badly burnt. There are round cigar burns on my dick. I gingerly clean the burns and wipe off the lube and cum from my ass and stomach. Once I am cleaned up I go back into the other room.

John and Tom are sitting on the second bed. They each have a lit cigar in their mouths. I am looking around wondering where my clothes are. I am wondering if I can get out of here.

John says, “Don’t fucking think about it. We aren’t done yet. Don’t make me regret letting you clean yourself up.”

I say, “Look we had fun and you guys both came, we can stop now”.

Tom said, “Yes, but you haven’t cum yet. We are going to continue till you cum. And if you can’t cum, well, we will stop after we cum again. So right now it is up to you, you cum and we can stop.”

John stands up and grabs my shoulders and pushes me back down onto the bed. I just got clean and the bed is damp, oh well.

They sit beside me and Tom said, “Spread your legs”.

I lean back and spread my legs. I don’t have the energy to fight them. As I spread my legs, Tom pushes the ashtray between my legs, under my balls. I watch as Tom and John both stare at me slowly smoking their cigars. John leans over and starts kissing me.

Tom says, “Play with yourself. Try and cum. You have 10 minutes. If you fail we are grinding our cigars out on your balls and smoking your cock head in the pipe.”

I grab my limp dick and start stroking. John is still kissing me but I can feel his hand with the cigar resting on my leg near my groin. We are kissing and my dick is slowly starting to get hard. Then BANG. John has tapped his cigar against my balls. Just a little tap but it shocks me. They aren’t going to make this easy.

John pulls back and I turn to Tom, he starts kissing me. Then Tom brushes his cigar against my dick.

I am trying to jerk myself off. But I am so tired and mentally spent, I am having a hard time focusing. Tom and John are taking turns lightly burning me while we kiss. I start getting frantic. I want to cum so bad so we can stop this, I don’t want any more.

I am jerking myself off hard and fast. I focus my energy. Tom and John start sucking my nipples, it pushes me over. I arch my back and just as I release, I feel burning pain on my tortured balls. They are holding me down and slowly grinding out their cigars on my balls. I cum harder than I have ever cum before.

I am spent. I shot my load. I feel them push their still warm cigars into the ash tray under my balls. They take turns gently kissing me and rubbing my nipples and chest and slowly stroking my shrinking cock. John grabs a towel and cleans me as I relax and close my eyes and lay back to enjoy my post orgasm float.

Then I feel the ropes. They are tieing up my arms again.

“What are you doing, you said that if I came we would be done.”

John looked down at me and says, “We lied.”

I quickly try and struggle out of the ropes. But it is too late. I hadn’t noticed the rope laying next to me on the bed. They have me. My hands are restrained. I try to fight, but I am weak and they quickly have me tied up again.

Tom looked at me with a frown on his face, “John got to smoke your balls, it is my turn now. I am going to smoke your cock. Don’t fight, it’s only fair, it's my turn.” A big ear to ear grin formed on his face.

I just came after enduring all their tortures. This is too much. I won’t make it.

They move me to the end of the bed again, my head is hanging over the end. I know what this means.

They tie my ankles again but instead of lifting me up they just pull my legs up and apart. It has the effect of exposing my cock, balls and ass.

Tom starts on my cock and ball. He winds a thin rope around my cock and balls, then around just my balls then just my cock.

My cock and ball are so abused already. I am wincing from them just being tieing up. Some of the ropes are over the burns. I am crying out in pain. The pressure on the burns hurts. But Tom doesn’t seem to mind or care.

John asks, “You need help with the pipe?”

“No,” Tom said, “I think I can do it.”

The tight ropes are causing my soft cock to engorge a bit. I just came so I can’t get a real hard on, but the tight ropes are painfully causing some growth. The ropes around my cock are connected to more ropes on the frame. It pulls my cock up towards my stomach.

Tom starts attaching the pipe to the front of my cock head now. “Ya know this would look nicer if your cock was hard. But it will burn just as well soft or hard.”

When Tom is done John says, “That should work.”

Tom starts packing tobacco into the pipe.

“Please stop. Please stop”. Is all I can say, over and over. They ignore me. They just don’t care. As Tom said, it’s his turn.

Suddenly John says, “Open up”.

Before I noticed what he was doing, he has shoved the O ring gag back into my mouth.

Things are moving fast. I want them to slow down and give me a chance to prepare, but they don’t.

I looked up to see John standing over me taking a deep drag on what was left of his cigar. I closed my eyes and waited for it to start.

Tom flicks the lighter to life and puts it over the pipe bowel. He starts sucking on the hose and I can feel the flame being sucked into the pipe. It starts to burn me. It gets hotter and hotter. My dick is much more sensitive than my balls. I am screaming right away. I am thrashing around. My dick is on fire!

Tom takes a deep hit and slowly blows the smoke out, “Oh god what a rush, I am smoking your cock.”

Tom moves in front of my face and shoves his rock hard dick into my mouth. “Shut the fuck up and start sucking. As soon as I cum this will all end.”

I tried my best. I try to suck him while I was gagging on his dick. But the pain of my burning cock has overwhelmed me.

Just then I feel John pull my ass cheeks apart, the next thing I felt was his cigar on my ass hole.

I screamed, that is all I remember. I don’t know how it ended. It was just a blur of pain. I wasn’t sucking on Tom’s dick anymore, I was just screaming with it down my throat. I think Tom came in my throat and I think John ground his cigar out on my ass a few more times. I only remember parts of it. All I really know for sure is it took a long time.

The next thing I remember was waking up, hours later, in a cuddle puddle with John and Tom. We were all asleep hugging each other. Someone had cleaned me up, and put bandages and ointment on my burns. I fell back asleep.

In the morning we all woke up, hugged and kissed each other. We each expressed our thanks to the others for a great night, and I left.

Over the next couple days, as I started to heal, I would think back to that evening. To the blinding pain. To the feeling of my cock and balls actually on fire. To the smell of pipe and cigar smoke. To the feeling of having a cigar ground out on me. I remember kissing Tom and John. I remember cuddling with them. I remember the look on their faces as they came. I remember knowing they needed me to be screaming in pain to make that happen.

Most of all I remember waking up in their warm embrace. It is such a complex emotion to have someone torture you to the point of screaming and then gently kissing and hugging you. They had enjoyed themselves, I had given them pleasure and they were spent. I had made that happen for them.

Months later and after lots of painful recovery, I texted John, “Hi John, how ya doing?”

This time I was only a tiny bit scared of what would happen next.