A BIG MISTAKE: PART 2, A RUN IN THE COUNTRY

A BIG MISTAKE:  chapter 2, A Run In The Country

John, a college sophomore became smitten with Stacy, the college senior women’s  star.  Believing it would be the path to fulfilling  his masochistic dreams, John offered to become Stacy slave.  Once John moved in, she immediately placed him in an arm binder and gagged him with a dildo gag.  She informed him, ”This is how things are going to be. The only way you get free, is, I release you, or you die.

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After a joyous night getting herself off to three orgasms on John’s dildo gag and a fourth imaging the fun, she and her lover Delilah would have busting John’s balls and dancing on his body in their stilettoes, Stacy forgot she had kicked John off the bed.  She woke refreshed and eager to get going.  But as soon as she stepped out of bed, she touched John lying there.  She quickly jumped up and stared at him.  It was obvious by seeing his tear-stained face, he had a tough night.  “That’s his problem.”  Stacy thought to herself.  “What did he expect?  We were going to have nothing but sex games?”

She put on her robe and came back to give another kick. 

“Wake up!” She shouted and gave him another kick.    

Slowly, John got to his feet, but not fast enough to suit Stacy. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him up moaning through the gag.  Being five foot eight, John came up to Stacy’s neck. 

With a firm grip on John’s penis, she led him into the kitchen and attached a ring on his arm binder to a hook in the wall.  Then she went about making coffee and a bowl of cereal for herself.  She got John’s nutrient and filling a turkey baster with the gray liquid, she injected the contents into his gag. 

After feeding herself and John, again holding him by his penis, she led him to the bathroom.  Using the pendent around her neck, she passed it over the bathroom door lock.  It clicked and she pushed the door open.  They went in and the door, quietly swung closed behind them and locked.

“I’m going to remove your arm binder and gag so you can wash. brush your teeth and toilet yourself.  I’ll be here to make sure you do a thorough job.  If you have ideas of overpowering me and escaping, think again.  I can overpower you in a heartbeat and break your arms like they were toothpicks.  Do as you are told, and I won’t have to hurt you.”  Tracy said in stern tones.

“Also, removing your gag is not a license to speak.  I hear one peep out of you, and I will punish you very harshly.” 

With eyes cast down, John agreed.

“Get in the shower, tout suit.”  Stacy growled.

When John emerged from the shower, he stood in front of Stacy with eyes cast down.

She placed a pair of solid handcuffs on his wrists, cuffing his hands in front.  Then took a four-foot length of thin bungie cord, she tied one end tightly around the tip of his penis and the other end around the center portion of the cuffs.  She drew the cord tightly, tightly as possible so there was no gap between the tip of John’s penis and the handcuffs.  The purpose of the bungie cord was to absorb shocks and make sure there was no slack if John got an erection.   

Stacy tested the arrangement to see how much give there was by giving the handcuffs a hard tug.  John was pulled forward, losing his balance and almost falling.

“Good.”  Stacy said.  “My lover and I are going for a ride this afternoon.  You will accompany us on foot trying to keep up with us.  We will be going for a five-mile drive while you will be doing a five-mile run.  I hope you are in shape.  We will pull you along by your handcuffs, and with your cock tied to the cuffs, you’ll have added inducement to keep up. 

“Also, I am not going to gag you for two reasons.  My lover and I love to hear men scream from pain we cause, and you will be doing some heavy breathing on your run.”

By the time Delilah, Stacy’s lover, arrived, John was standing in the middle of the room, a steel collar around his neck attached to a pole running down from a hook in the ceiling.  The pole was set at a length that pressed down on John, forcing him to stand bow legged with legs three feet apart in a spreader bar.

In her usual breezy manner, Delilah waltzed in, giving Stacy a deep wet kiss.

“And who do we have here?  Is this the new toy?” Delilah said in a sing-song tone.  “My dear he is gorgeous, and he has no mark on him.  I’ll take care of that.”  She laughed as she stared into John’s eyes, and with a leather gloved, hand crush out her cigarette on his chest. 

John winced in pain and groaned.

She smiled.  “It’s OK, darling.  You can scream if you want.  We are going to punish you no matter whether you do or don’t.”

Turning to Stacy, Delilah asked, “Are we going to get a chance to trample this boy?   I wore my extra sharp spikey heels today.”

“No.”  Stacy chuckled.   “Since he will be trying to keep up with us, he is not in such good shape, and we may have to drag him part of the way.  I don’t think it a good idea to bruise his chest before we start.  Fear not my love, you will have plenty of opportunity to try out your extra sharp heels later.”

“But we are going to bust his balls.” Delilah laughed.

“Fuck yea.  Of course we are!”  Stacy responded laughing.  What’s the point of having a man around if you don’t bust his balls.  You do him from the front, and I’ll work on him from the back, and then we switch.  Is that, OK?

Giggling, Delilah said that’s perfect.

Delilah went first.  The fact that John’s penis hung in the way was no problem.  Delilah saw that as an added bonus if his dick got pounded along with his balls.  What difference did that make.  It wasn’t hurting her.

She kicked as hard as she could.  The pole holding John in place made no allowance, and John’s body had to absorb all the force of the kick.

When it came to Stacy’s turn, being an athlete in top physical shape, she gave John’s balls a truly powerful kick.  John’s mouth opened but nothing came out.  He tried bending over into a fetal position, but the pole and the spreader bar conspired against him, forcing him to remain fixed  in position in the middle of the room.  

Finally, you could hear John take in air.   His face was bright red, and if it were not for the spreader bar keeping his legs apart and the pole holding him upright, he would have collapse.

Delilah was laughing so hard, she had trouble catching her breath.  “My god girl, you can kick.”

“Your turn.”  Stacy responded coolly.

After each woman took 20 kicks, they switched.  And after another round of kicking and laughing, Stacy and Delilah went into the bedroom for some private fun while John had some alone time to further contemplate the mistake he made.  His balls were swollen to twice their normal size and were turning purple.

An hour later, both women emerged from the bedroom giggling and flushed.  Their eyes were sparkling and freshly made up and ready for an outing, wearing leather jodhpurs and spike-heeled calf-length black boots.  Stacy’s lips were painted a glistening plum color while Delilah’s were a bright orange color.

Delilah went over to John, and putting her hand under his chin held up his face so his eyes were looking straight at hers.

“Why so glum?”  She asked as she smiled down at him.

“Do your little nuts hurt?”  She chuckled.  “Oh, what a shame.  We could have made them hurt even more, but we took pity on you.  Cheer up, you are going for a nice walk in the woods.  Get some fresh air in your lungs.”

In her four-inch heels, she was six inches taller than John.  She bent down and pressed her lips against his forehead, leaving a bright orange imprint of her lips.  With her thumb, she rubbed the spot to see if any of the lipstick came off.  None did.

Observing Delilah, Stacy came over and holding his face firmly in her hand, and bending down, placed her lips, first on John’s left cheek and then turning his head, placed her lips on his right cheek.  Then swiveling his head back, she gave each cheek a big lick with her tongue.

Throughout, John squeezed his eyes closed and when he felt Stacy’s tongue licking him, he tried pulling away, but her grip was too strong.

Stacy laughed at his pathetic attempt to avoid her.

“OK.” Stacy said.  “Let’s mount up.”

As she said this, she wound a one-inch diameter chain around John’s handcuffs and grasping the 10-foot chain, dragged John out to the driveway where a Jeep Wrangler was parked.  Taking the chain, she wrapped it around the bumper a couple of times and secured it with a heavy pad lock.

With John now secured to the Jeep, Stacy and Delilah climbed in and started the powerful engine.  They both looked back at John and saw the fear on his face.  Turning to each other, they laughed.  Stacy shifted the transmission into first gear and sliding a CD of their favorite music into the player, she turned the volume on full.  Off they went at five miles per hour.

The path wound through the estate in a 2.5-mile loop.  It meandered through a pine forest and across a stream and by a lake.  The road was flat and smooth.   John barely noticed the country flowing past him.  He was preoccupied with keeping up with the constant tug forcing him to keep up with the women sitting enjoying the music and fresh air.

Every now and then, Delilah looked back to see how John was doing.  “He’s breathing hard, and he’s sweating.  I think he’s going to drop soon.” Delilah reported.

Stacy smiled.  She was tempted to press down on the accelerator to send him flying off his feet.  But she thought better of it.  It would cause John serious injuries and would wind up with him in the hospital for god who knows how long.  That would deprive Delilah and her of the fun they planned to have with John.

After about three miles, John could go no further.  But the women kept on going, now dragging John’s exhausted body back to the house.

The women jumped out of the jeep, reinvigorated by the drive. They walked back to John’s prostrate body.  Stacy kicked him with the toe of her boot. 

“Get up!”  She shouted.  Grabbing him by the hair, she lifted his face toward hers.  His eyes were closed, and his face was expressionless.

She unlocked the chain around his cuffs and dragged him to the house.  She threw him into the shower and turned on the cold water. Slowly, he came around.

She examined his chest for bruises and cuts he suffered as a result of being dragged behind the car.  He didn’t look too bad.  She applied antibiotic cream to the cuts and pronounced that, “You’ll live.”

“Go and pee.”  She commanded.  “Then you’ll get your nutrient for the day.  Then, I’m going to chain you up and heavily gag you for the next couple of days and store you in the trunk in my bedroom.

As Stacy said this, she took hold of the handcuffs--and with broad strides, forcing John to run after her to keep up—went into the kitchen to feed him his nutrient with the same turkey baster she used for his morning dose.

 After feeding was finished, she marched to the bedroom, where Delilah sat on the bed.  Stacy gathered a waist chain and encircled John’s waist with it, locking it into place.  Stepping back a pace or two, she gave John’s left knee a swift kick with the toe of her boot.  John immediately gave a loud screech and fell to his left side.

“Shut up!” Stacy shouted.

She then gave his right knee a similar kick and John, again cried out and fell to his right.

Stacy approached John and slapped his face as hard as she could—and for a star volleyball player, that was very hard.  A red blotch appeared on John’s cheek where Stacy had struck him.

Opening a dresser drawer, Stacy pulled out a pair of manacles on a two-foot chain.  Sliding one of the manacles through the waist chain,  and already being on his knees, she locked it on to John’s left ankle.  Then with the other manacle, she locked it on to his right ankle. 

Next, she pulled out a spider gag.  While holding John’s nose, she forced the gag, with some difficulty, into his mouth. But once in, she secured the straps behind his head, and squeezed the bulb forcing air into the rubber bladder tucked in John’s mouth.  As Stacy squeezed the bulb, John’s cheeks expanded outward, and his moaning became more and more muffled.

“With cheeks all puffed out, he looks so cute.  He looks like a squirrel with a mouth full of nuts.”  Delilah laughed delightedly from the bed.

“Yea, I do like the look.”  Stacy acknowledged.

“Now he goes in the trunk for a couple of days while we go cavorting around.”  Stacy laughed.

“Whoohoo.”  Delilah chortled.