He Was Strapped for Cash!

by Nathan <Nathan9001@yahoo.com>

Strapped for Cash!

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! Oh..oh _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKK!" he yelled. I laughed, loudly, as the teenage boy stared at the woman in front of him, her big tits almost in his face. He had wide open eyes, the shock in his ass burning with a vengeance. He couldn't believe it of course, and the look on his face as he suddenly realized his predicament was something I'll never forget. He gasped, and tried to speak, but the burn was filling his brain by then, intensifying then to greater and greater heights as the seconds past after the big leather strap had smacked across his bare ass. It consumed him then, and he struggled, desperate, his thighs straining as he fought to close his legs and to pull himself free from the restraints that held him.

I had sucked him in of course, putting the ad in the newspaper like a piece of bait. You would think the boys these days would be smarter than that, but the lure of money is always a strong incentive and the truth is I had a string of choices. I rented the empty flat for three days for next to nothing, paying with cash and using an assumed name, and I purchased a pay ahead cell phone that didn't require a subscribed plan. The precautions probably werent necessary. I've done this half a dozen times now, and most men I've strapped are so embarrassed at their own stupidity that they just want to run and hide afterwards, even though their ass is blistered and they can't sit down for several days. Still I don't like to take chances and I don't want them coming after me once I've had my fun.

It all started with Linda. She's a great girl, and hot too. I try and please her, and it pays off well when I do. You see, my girlfriend is into this, seeing a guy being spanked, as long as its really hard and the guy's screaming when it is being done. It's just one of the things she really enjoys. But it has to be real, and intense, as she's not into a play spanking or a pretend punishment session. I love my girlfriend, and really enjoy _f_u_c_k_ing her, and so when she wants something I try and accommodate her desires. Personally, I would never want to have my own ass thrashed, so to keep her satisfied I thrash other guy's bottoms instead. She appreciates it, and we make a good team.

We've been doing this for a while. She and I team up and make a sport of it, and each time, after we have burned a young man's bottom and turned it a glowing cherry red, we always spend the next few weeks _f_u_c_k_ing like rabbits. She gets so turned on watching me strap a guys bare ass, and listening to him yell and scream, that it's hard to describe. God she's hot in bed afterwards! In a way, it is like a game to us, and as long as the guy is an adult, and willing, then who can say it is really all that wrong?

The ad was the same one we had used before, in other college towns, and while it was simple, it was still very effective:

Wanted. Well built male between 18 and 22, for starring role in adult film industry. Get off and get paid for it! No experience necessary. $100 for a single afternoon's work. If selected for feature film, starting contract at $75,000. Call now."

I had fifteen callers the first day, and thirty more the second. I was up front and honest, to a point, telling the men that I was making an adult video, and it would involve some corporal punishment. Of course, the video was for Linda and I to enjoy on our own, and there wasn't going to be any big money payouts. But I didn't tell them that. Instead, I explained I was looking for a young man who was willing to be filmed naked with hot women, and who had a hard body and a good sized dick to match. But I also made sure they understood that getting their ass thrashed was part of the video, and while I tried to downplay it I didn't hide it. I guaranteed they would be paid $100 for their film début. I didn't promise them anything more, but did say they would be considered for other roles and if they got really lucky they might make a hell of a lot of money someday.

The smart ones hung up. Still, I had enough that stayed interested that I had a pick, and the boy I finally chose this time was blond, with a chiseled body and a bubble butt for a bottom. He had no idea of course that I was going to burn his ass like it had never been burned. Just seeing him, innocent and naïve, almost made me get hard in my pants. When I interviewed him on that fateful Saturday all I could think about was tying him down and then watching him struggle as I swung the strap and blistered his upturned bottom.

"Mike, so you want to be in an adult video? You look a little nervous, but you've got a good body and that's in your favor. Why don't you tell me about yourself, and why I should consider hiring you?"

"Ah....welll...yea...I've never done anything like this. I can't even believe I'm here really. What do you want to know? I'm eighteen, a freshman, and majoring in corporate finance. I work out three times a week at the gym....and well, I...I like girls, and I could use the money. I figured what the heck, if there's a hot chick in it, why not? I can't think of a better way to make money than to _f_u_c_k_ a hot girl and get paid for it. There are girls, right?"

I laughed. Then I said "Oh yes....my company uses the hottest women in the industry. The actress we are planning to use in the next film is hot as hell. I'm sure you will like her. You do realize that this is a corporal punishment video through, so before you get your rocks off you have to get a spanking. It's important that you understand you will be getting your bottom spanked if you are selected."

"Uh.....well...well, I can't say that excites me really. But hey, you gotta start somewhere I guess, right? My girlfriend won't let me get into her pants, and I'm tired of playing the game and getting nowhere with her. She pissed me off a few days ago, and all I wanted was a blow. So, what the hell. I figure a few swats on the butt is worth a hundred bucks, especially with a hot girl to get off with. Besides, my dad used to thrash me with a belt when I was a boy. He didn't do it often, but I got it a few times, and I never let it get to me. And I never got paid for it." He grinned then, and I smiled back.

I liked him. He was hot. He had a nice body, and he looked young. From his driver's license I knew he was wasn't lying about his age, although he looked younger than eighteen and he was hot as _s_h_i_t_. As I looked at him I knew it would be fun to work over his rear, and just thinking of his _c_o_c_k_ squirting out his jism while I was spanking his ass got my own juices flowing.

"Well Mike, why don't you tell me why I should hire you. The last thing most guys want is to get spanked. If I select you, you'll be strapped on your bottom, and the camera will be running when it's happening."

"Ah.....well...how hard? I mean...I don't want it too extreme."

I smiled, to disarm him, and then I gave him the first lie. "No...of course not. I'll need you to yell out, to pretend it really hurts, and to squirm hard, against the restraints, so it looks like you are really getting a thrashing. Do you think you can make it look convincing?"

"Uh...I think so. I mean, I guess I can yell and squirm. But....hey, did you say restraints? Are you really planning to tie me down? I...I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that."

"Well Mike....you need to be tied down, otherwise it won't be convincing. If you just bent over and I slapped your bottom a few times, the video wouldn't be worth _s_h_i_t_. But if you are tied down, then it will look better, and it will seem a lot more realistic to the viewer."

He looked at me, and I could see him thinking about that. Then he said: "Ah...well...what if I change my mind?"

"This film is strictly voluntary." I answered. Of course, that was only true until he was tied down, and his legs were spread and ready for the strap. As soon as I started burning his ass off, that would change. But I didn't see any reason to tell him that right now.

He grinned for a second, and then his expression grew more serious. He had a big smile, and with a wisp of hair on his upper lip. God he was cute. He looked at me, and his mind was working. Then he suddenly asked me point blank: "Can I see your credentials? I mean, how do I know you are really with a film company?"

I frowned. I was going to lose him. I didn't know what to say, and my mind raced with the thought that he had figured me out. I mean, I should have had something to show him, but I didn't, and the question surprised me and I wasn't ready for it.

I smiled. I tried to say something, but my mind went blank. _s_h_i_t_!

He stood up, and I saw the flash of anger. He started to walk towards the door, and as he turned his back I saw his perfect ass, stuffed in his jeans and looking oh-so-hot. He was smart..._d_a_m_n_ smart, and I wanted to thrash him so _d_a_m_n_ bad. Just before he opened the door to leave, I yelled "WAIT!!!!!"

He paused, his hand on the door, and turned his head to look at me. My heart was pounding. Then I asked him: "Mike.....how many hot girls have you _f_u_c_k_ed? Ever _f_u_c_k_ed a perfect girl with really big tits?"

He stared, and turned back around slowly, looking at me. His eyes narrowed, and I could see his mind racing. He wasnt going to bite. Linda was in the back room, listening but staying out of sight, and I figured it was time to bring her into this, as she was my only trump card. It was now or never, so I called for her.

She came into the doorway, and the other end of the room. She was dressed in short shorts, with a red halter top that barely contained her big tits. Her long legs were shaved smooth, and her lips were glossed ruby red and oh-so-_s_e_x_y. She grinned, and looked right at the boy, and as she did she licked her lips, seductively, running her tongue over her lips and drawing the boy's attention to her like a magnet. Then she said "Hey there hunk.....I bet you have a big _c_o_c_k_."

That stunned him. I doubt any girl had ever said anything like that to him before. He stared...his hand still on the door knob and poised to leave. He didn't do anything, but just stared, at her and her tits pushing out her top. I knew it could go either way. Then, slowly, he looked back to me and that's when he said "Uh......are you guys really making a porn film?"

I felt a ray of hope. "Yes Mike, we are. And you will be working with Candy here. She is a professional actress that you will be starring with, and she loves to _f_u_c_k_. She's clean, disease free, and will keep you hard the entire time. As you can see, she's got really big tits, and if you get the role then you'll be seeing them up close. Really close. And that's a promise. She will be right there as you are getting your bottom warmed up, and hell, you'll even be sucking on her tits when you shoot your wad. I promise you she is one hot woman, and I'm pretty confident you'll shoot one hell of a wad with her."

He blushed, his face going bright red. Then he grinned, his big smile flashing across his face. He swallowed, and said "I...I have...haven't had a lot of girls. I mean...._s_h_i_t_. I've never really gone all the way. How do I know this is for real?"

Linda answered, "Well big boy....my name's Candy, and I'm real, and I love watching a man getting spanked. It really turns me on, and I bet you are one hot guy when your dick is hard. I know how to please a man. And I promise you if you make the film with me you will be shooting one of the biggest loads of your life."

That did it. I owned him then. He signed the papers after that, which werent really anything legal. I had typed them up on the computer, and I'm no lawyer that's for sure. But as long as he THOUGHT he had signed something binding, which allowed me to film him and to spank him, then it was much less likely that he would come back later and try to find me. After that we all went into the back room, which was pretty sparse except for the bench, and the tripod and the camera. Linda and I had made the bench ourselves, out of 2 x 6's, and I had padded and covered the surface of it with black vinyl. It was designed so that the guy getting spanked straddled it, his legs out to the sides, and he was bent forward, along its length. At the end of it had we had made a set of wooden stocks there to hold his head and wrists. It was all set up, and made just for him, and it was designed to hold him securely and to keep his rear end up in the air, high and ready, with his legs spread and his ass exposed. Once he was in it, I would be able to strap him thoroughly, no matter how hard he struggled.

When he saw it, his eyes went wide and I saw his hesitation. My girlfriend saw it too, and that's when she stripped off her halter, so he could see her tits, and when he saw them bouncing free and upward, he forgot the bench. She has a perfect set, and could easily be on the cover of any girlie magazine. As I looked at him I saw his pants bulge outward as his dick went hard. Five minutes later he was down to his underwear, letting Linda, who was pretending to be Candy-the-Actress, tie him down over the special bench we had made just for him.

The boy's neck and hands went into a set of padded stocks, and his body was stretched out over a black vinyl covered bench. Perpendicular to the bench and laying on the floor was a two by six, and there were some metal rings in it that were there to loop the ropes through that would bind his ankles into position. Once his neck and wrists were tightly secured, then Linda looped the thick rope around his ankles, and threaded it through the two rings on the board. Then, pulling outward on the ropes, she tied his legs, pulling the ropes so tight that his legs were spread really wide, spreading so wide in fact that his entire bottom was stretched open, exposing his crack and even opening up his puckered hole. Behind the bench was a mirror, so that the camera would be able to see his rear as it was thrashed and nothing would be missed. As soon as she had him secured, she went out in front of him and turned on the camera. As the red light came on, his face went red too, from the embarrassment of his predicament if from nothing else.

She went back to him then, and played with his blond hair. She tossed it, and ran her fingers down through his locks. I turned on the bright movie lights, and pretty soon he was sweating, his back slick, and he was nervous too and it was very obvious. She ran her middle finger of her right hand down from his neck....down his back and tracing lines through his sweat. When her finger reached the waistband of his shorts she grasped them, and pulled them upward until they wedged in his ass.

He laughed, and I saw him jerk against his restraints, the boy's teenage bottom lifting up, and then down, almost in the exact motion that a male makes when he is _f_u_c_k_ing. Linda laughed too, and looked at me with her mischievous smile, and thats when she just grabbed his boxer shorts, hard, and jerked them straight up until they started to rip. In seconds, she ripped them right off of him, shredding his underwear until he was naked and everything he owned was there to be viewed. Her tits had kept his _c_o_c_k_ stiff, and it jutted out from his pubic hair and slapped upward, against his belly. It was bouncing to his heartbeat, resting on the black vinyl bench as it jutted upward under him. The end of it was circumcised, and was big and purple. For a teenager, he had a big _c_o_c_k_, and I could see that Linda's eyes were drawn to it. He gasped then, his eyes staring at the camera as it looked at him, and then I saw him jerk and test his bonds.

He looked really nervous. She took her finger then, and slid it right down between the crack in his ass, finding his hole and letting her finger linger there. He had a ring of hair around his hole, and his balls were big and hung down between his legs loose, almost like a bull's balls hang in the heat of the sun. My girlfriend cupped his big nuts with her left hand, and hefted them, and as she did his prick went even more rigid, as stiff then as a steel rod. Then she said "You've got a nice set of balls Mark....and I bet they are full of cream. When was the last time you shot a wad?"

He gasped...the question catching him by surprise. His eyes were wide open as she was holding his balls, and I saw him test his restraints again then, his bottom going up and down, pushing his _c_o_c_k_ along the bench and giving the impression he was _f_u_c_k_ing it. She tugged on his balls and fondled them, and then repeated the question, moving her other hand and running her finger around and around his hole, playing with the hairs there.

"I asked you a question. When was the last time you jerked yourself off."

He stammered...and then he said: "Uh....oh....OH. It....it's been a while. I don't do it very often."

His face went crimson. She laughed. I laughed. God he was hot. She pulled down gently on his balls, and as she did she slid her finger of her right hand into his ass, deep, right down inside of him until she was fingering his prostate. His eyes went wider, and she said "You have a nice ass Mike....a very nice ass. And your balls feel solid....and they are so _d_a_m_n_ big. I love a young man with big balls. I bet you've got a lot of cream in there just begging to come out. Don't be embarrassed; all guys like to jack their _c_o_c_k_s."

His face went even redder. Then he said, "Uh...I...I'm not sure about this. Perhaps this isnt a good idea. Yeah...I think I've changed my mind. Untie me....please, I...I don't want the money. This isn't going to work."

Linda pushed into his prostate harder, and he gasped and his eyes went wider still. Then she dropped his balls with her other hand, and grabbed his pole, and then she started to slide his dick skin up and down on his pole while she worked her finger over the acorn in his hole. As she did he gasped again, louder, and I saw him shake his body against his restraints. The boy tried to pull his hands out of the holes that held them, but the holes were too small and his attempts were useless. She jacked his pole, and it stiffened even more in her fist, and the big purple end started to turn slick.

She said "It's going to work fine Mike. Relax. Be honest with yourself. You like feeling a woman jacking your _c_o_c_k_, don't you Mike?"

He stammered...and then he answered: "Uh...oh....oh GOD. OH.....yeah...that feels so _f_u_c_k_ing good."

She increased the speed of her stroking, and he started to grunt to the motion.

"UG....UG.....UG......UG......OH....OH GOD. OH GOD....I'M GOING...I'M GOING TO CUM!"

Just as he said those words, his _c_o_c_k_ literally drooling with desire, she dropped his rod and went around until she was standing in front of him. His _c_o_c_k_ twitched and bobbed up and down, on the edge of squirting but not quite going over the edge. He was so _d_a_m_n_ close, and just before he had shot his wad she had stopped, leaving him begging for more and oh so frustrated! She put her hands out and played with his hair instead, her tits jutting up and out, inches in front of his face. The boy was helpless, stretched out and staring at her, at her big boobs that were right in his face. He looked at the nipples, and his dick bobbed up and down while a long thin string of semen just drooled out the tip.

Linda said: "Mike.....it's time to start acting. When you feel the strap, you need to pretend that it hurts, ok?"

He nodded, and whispered "Uh....I...I'll try."

It was then, as his _c_o_c_k_ bobbed and twitched on the very cliff of pleasure, that I decided to set things into motion. I was holding the strap at this point, but the boy didn't know it. It was eighteen inches long, three inches wide, and with a thickness of about an eighth of an inch. The leather was so stiff that it stood out when it was held horizontal to the floor. It had a string of holes down the middle, and the end was split into three separate pieces. It was a hell of a strap, and there wasnt any doubt it would hurt like hell. When I picked it up Linda stared at it and grinned, and I could see the sparkle in her eyes and I knew she was getting excited to see me put it to use.

I raised my arm high, as high as I could, and then looking at his hole and using it as a target, I brought the thick leather down hard, with all of the strength that I could muster.

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! Oh..oh _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKK!" he yelled. I laughed, loudly, as the boy stared at the woman in front of him, her big tits almost in his face. He had wide open eyes then, the shock in his ass burning with a vengeance. He couldn't believe it of course, and the look on his face as he suddenly realized his predicament was something I'll never forget. He gasped, and tried to speak, but the burn was filling his brain by then, intensifying then to greater and greater heights as the seconds past after the big leather strap had smacked across his bare bottom. It consumed him then, and he struggled, desperate, his teenage thighs straining as he fought to close his legs and to pull himself free from the restraints that held him.

I raised the strap up again, and brought it down with increased speed.

"_f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" he screamed.

"Oh...STOP...STOP....STOP!!!! No more! I don't want the money! STOP FOR GOD'S SAKE! STOP!!!!!"

My hand went into motion then, raising up the strap, high, and then bringing it down with a vengeance. The boy screamed, and he started to buck his hips, trying to move them out of the way. I was hitting him so hard that his big sack of balls slammed forward, momentarily disappearing under him with each blow of the strap. I strapped his teenage bottom hard, without any mercy at all, and as I did he jerked and thrust and fought with every ounce of his strength. The pain went through him, into him, radiating out of his bottom and burning its way right through his soul. He screamed again, and started to babble then, jerking in disbelief at his own stupidity.

Of course, he couldn't believe the burn. He tried to move his head, but it was locked firmly into the stocks, and so he just stared straight ahead, unable to see the next stroke of the strap or to tell when it was coming. The camera caught it all, the look on his face, the shock of each hit and the jerks and struggles as he fought to get free. In the mirror his ass was visible, and as the boy jerked and bobbed it up and down I knew the camera was seeing it all. He stared at her tits, and the camera, and he was powerless to do anything but to just feel the strap.

It bothered me a little that he was staring at her tits. They filled his view, and so he stared at them, and how firm they were and how perfect and round they stood. While he stared and enjoyed the view I set his ass on fire. I thought it fitting in a way, to punish the boy that was staring at my girl, burning his ass with the strap while he stared at my girlfriend's tits, his _c_o_c_k_ stiff and hard and eager in spite of the burn.

I probably blistered his ass for fifteen minutes or so. I just rained down the blows, one after the other, and worked them in lines right down his bottom. I overlapped each stroke slightly, with the one before, working my way down his ass and covering his upper legs too. I did his left cheek, and then his right, then back to the left and back to the right. I laid about ten strokes right into the sweet 'sit spot' where the crease of his legs meets his thighs. I went back up then, starting over, strapping his already well-strapped rear, burning the leather into him again and again and again.

He was screaming and crying then, the snot literally running out of his nose, the boy's balls slapping forward and back again and again, like a twin pendulum. His balls swung under him with every hit as I pulverized his perfect bottom. After a while his round little bottom changed colors, from snow white to pink to red, and then slowly the red increased in intensity and grew into a deeper, darker, and more sinister shade. Still I strapped him.

There was nothing in the world for him after that but the strap and his ass. He screamed, and I strapped him. He babbled, and I strapped him. He struggled and I strapped him. On and on it went, blow after blow, and he was jerking so hard and fighting the restraints with such desperation that the entire bench was shaking. With blow after blow after blow I worked that strap into his teenage bottom, burning it so hard that the leather grew hot to the touch. The boy bucked his hips and screamed, jerking and thrusting with every single blow. Finally, I paused, and he lay there then, crying, babbling it out in great heaving sobs. He was beaten.

Linda leaned over to him then, until her lips were inches from his ear. Then she said "Hey stud....that was great acting! We promised you would shoot a big wad tonight." I think it's time, don't you?"

He didn't say anything, or move. Instead he stared, sucking in his snot, gasping from the pain that radiated across his ass. That's when I said: "Hump the bench boy.....hump it fast. I want a movie of you humping that bench, so _f_u_c_k_ it hard and make it look good. When you cum that's when I'll stop your spanking. If I were you, I'd get those hips in motion and start working your _c_o_c_k_ over that bench like it was buried deep in my girlfriend's pussy."

He stared, but didn't move. He had it all figured out by now, but there was nothing he could do about it. That's when I said "Start _f_u_c_k_ing, NOW!" As I said the last word I raised the strap slightly, and slapped it into his cherry red ass, and when I did he screamed. I didnt hit him that hard, but his entire bottom was flame red and every nerve ending was on fire. But it did the trick, and even the light movement of the strap was enough, and his ass flew into motion then, humping the air, sliding his _c_o_c_k_ across the black vinyl bench under him. Linda laughed, and played with his hair, dangling her tits in front of his face as he humped that bench like it was his own teenage girlfriend.

As his ass went up and down I gently strapped him some more, timing my blows to kiss his bottom each time he raised it upward and into the air. I wasn't strapping as hard this time, but still I kept it going, burning it into him as he _f_u_c_k_ed the bench, one blow after the other. As I was doing that I was looking at his hole, and the hairs that ringed it. It occurred to me that the inner cheeks of his ass were still white, and the strap had missed hitting him there as I had laid it down horizontally.

"I HATE YOU _f_u_c_k_ERS!" he yelled.

The kid was stupider than I thought, and his statement pissed me off. I shifted my position then, and then raised my arm higher, bringing the strap down after that as hard as I could. Boy that got his attention! I decided then to work the thick leather vertically, so that I started strapping down and into the crack of his ass, working the leather over his hole in blow after blow after blow. He gasped then, and slammed his head back into the wooden block that held it firmly in place in total frustration.

"OK...OK...I'M SORRY.... I'M SORRY!!!!!! Oh...OH _f_u_c_k_....PLEASE STOP!"

"NOT MY HOLE! PLEASE...FOR GOD'S SAKE...DON'T STRAP MY HOLE!"

That was teaching him! The eighteen year old boy was desperate then, unable to control or to stop what was being done to him. He jerked hard with every muscle in his body as he struggled to get loose, but there was nothing he could do but keep his legs spread wide and to feel the burn as I pummeled that strap into the crack of his ass and across his hole in stroke after stroke after stroke.

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... STOP! I GIVE! I GIVE! Oh...OH...OH _f_u_c_k_KK!"

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"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

Again and again I strapped him, working his crack and his hole with a vengeance. Linda taunted him while I was doing it, encouraging him to _f_u_c_k_ faster and to _f_u_c_k_ harder. "Come on boy....shoot your wad. Go ahead...._f_u_c_k_ the bench and cum for us. You can do it....ignore the pain and shoot your wad. Shoot your wad and it will ALL be over!"

His hips were a blur. He was desperate, thrusting with his hips and pushing and pulling his hard _c_o_c_k_ along the bench, sliding his pole up and down and literally _f_u_c_k_ing the bench he was stretched out and tied to. He _f_u_c_k_ed it fast, and with a fury and an intensity that cannot really be described. He was sweating like a pig, his back glistening, and he _f_u_c_k_ed with a vengeance, as if his _c_o_c_k_ was buried in a dripping pussy. Under him, his pole jutted up hard and stiff from his mound of pubic hair, the rod thick and dripping as he pushed and pulled it across the bench. The tip of his dick rubbed across the rough vinyl surface of the bench with every movement of the boy's hips, and as it did the nerves there were stimulated and his _c_o_c_k_ grew harder and harder. His prick started to ooze out precum, painting the bench in an increasing pool of wetness as he grew more excited by the second.

He was going to cum.

As the feeling built, he increased the pace of his _f_u_c_k_ing, and I moved the strap in a blur to match, and I grinned as I was doing it. The pain on his hole of course worked against the feeling in his _c_o_c_k_, the two fighting each other and delaying his orgasm. He knew he needed to cum for it to stop, and yet to cum he needed the pain to end. It was like a race, and I laughed as he lived it. I never stopped strapping him, and I worked his crack and his ass until it too was bright red, and even then I worked it harder. It started to turn purple, a crimson purple actually, and just about the time it was changing into that color he finally ejaculated.

I stopped as soon as he started cumming, to savor the view and to let him experience his orgasm. He had certainly earned it! Linda pushed her tit right into his face, so that the left nipple went to his mouth. As she did that I dropped the strap and placed my hand on his ass, which was still bobbing up and down and up and down. She said "SUCK IT....SUCK MY NIPPLE BOY....SUCK MY TIT AND SHOOT YOUR WAD"

He sucked.

He _f_u_c_k_ed the bench, squirting out his load of jism.

I felt his hot ass, and slid my hand down and over it, feeling the rising welts and relishing his misery. I felt the hot sides of his crack and brushed my hand down over his puckered, bright red entrance to his bowels. His anus was swollen and puckered out, and bright red, and it was obvious that the strap had visited his hole and had done a number on it. I pushed my middle finger and probed it, feeling the heat there, and as I played with the sore edges of his hole he threw his head back and his eyes went wide.

Still he came, grunting out his load.

He just kept cumming and cumming. With a push, I shoved my middle finger into his hole, and reached down into his soul until I was touching his pulsating prostate. I could feel the muscles in his ass tightening his hole in rhythmic contractions that gripped my finger with a vengeance. He was grunting, and the sperm just kept shooting out of his dick in long, powerful shots of spunk that formed white lines across the bench under him. He was crying as he came, grunting out a huge wad as he struggled to get loose and to escape what had been done to him.

I laughed as he ejaculated. I laughed and laughed, and the boy had such a big wad it was hard to believe it had come from a single teenage male. His _c_o_c_k_ just squirted and squirted, and I've never seen anything like it before. His eyes stared at her tits the entire time he was shooting. The teenager was sucking on her nipple as his purple ass kept going up and down and up and down. My hand rode with his movements, my finger buried well past the knuckle and feeling every pulsation as I worked it over his prostate and massaged every drop of sperm from it.

I kept it up until his balls were completely empty. Finally, it was done. He was spent, exhausted, and humiliated. Linda turned off the video camera, and I said "Nice film Mike! And a nice wad too! You did great, and you put on an Oscar performance. You looked good, and you really made it seem real. My hat is off to you! Well, I'll leave you your hundred bucks now, and see you around. We gotta go.

As I said that, I pulled my finger out of his ass with a pop. Then, true to my word, I took the hundred dollar bill and I paid him for his starring performance. I rolled up the bill and pushed it into his hole, letting it stick out like a green little twig. I then patted his rear, which was so sensitive that he grunted from my touch. His bottom was a cross between flame red and purple, and it was so hot you could feel the heat radiating off from it. God it was covered with welts, and it was pretty obvious to me that it would be a few days before he would be sitting down for class. That made me grin.

I then opened up the stocks, so that he could pull his hands free and his head out. He didnt move though, but just lay there sucking in his snot and trying to pull himself together. He was whimpering like a well-paddled little boy, gasping for breath and heaving in great sobs. I could tell he was totally beaten. It was time to leave at that point, and so Linda and I picked up the camera and tripod and then departed, walking out the door of the rented flat and out to our waiting car out back.

Before he ever got his feet untied we were gone, out of the parking lot and onto the freeway, heading south to another adventure. When we crossed the bridge I tossed the cell phone over the rail, and then we laughed together like two teenagers who had just got away with an afternoon of mischief. We didnt drive too far. Fifty miles later we pulled off the freeway and bought a room in a cheap hotel, and then we spent the night watching our vid and _f_u_c_k_ing each other like rabbits. It was a hell of a night, and we _f_u_c_k_ed and _f_u_c_k_ed and _f_u_c_k_ed, rewinding the video and watching it again and again and again.