June 20, 2023

Football Player on the Saint Andrews Cross




It's been awhile since I've written a story, I guess I've gotten lazy. But this one was too good to pass up.

Football player boy came over, it had been a while since I've seen him and he was extra horny. As he walked through the door he stripped instantly, I don't think I've ever seen him strip so quickly before. I was leaning back on the couch already playing with my cock. He came over and dropped to his knees once he was naked and started sucking on my cock. It felt wonderful.

Looking down at his big broad shoulders is just incredible. And even though he had just taken a shower I could smell the testosterone oozing from every pore of his body. He's actually a very masculine guy, at work he's a hard laborer and very dominant with his employees. But with me, he's completely submissive.

Knowing how dominant he is with his work and life in general and how submissive with me he is makes it that much more wonderful. His hair was pretty short but I was able to get a handful of it in between my fingers. I started rocking his head up and down on my cock using his hair. Although my cock was hard it started getting harder. Watching him Bob up and down on my cock and the feeling of his tongue swirling around was intoxicating.

Then I started to grab him by the back of the head and push him hard onto my cock. Deep into the back of his throat. There's something about the back of his throat that is just so fucking hot. He started to choke a little bit, which I just fucking love. The first few times he started to choke I let him come off my cock a bit so he could catch his breath. But after only a few times I held him until his chin was on my balls. He started choking again, I heard him cough, then I heard the strangest sound in the room.

Pop, bounce, bounce, bounce!

And he mumbled uh-oh.

I pulled him off my cock and he said, I had a butt plug in and it just popped out. I laughed and told him to find it and shove it back up in his ass. I said do a better job of holding it in there as you choke on my cock. It didn't pop out again for a while, he did pretty good.

I pushed my foot down between his legs to play with his hard cock and found he was leaking extra cum today. He was dripping pre-cum all over my foot. Looking back, I wished I had made him get down on the floor and lick my foot clean. I'm sure he would have done it, the humiliation would have been great.

Eventually I said let's head for the basement.

He had previously told me that he wanted some serious cock torture today. I have a saint Andrew's cross in the basement. I told him to lean against the cross, but instead of the normal position chest toward the cross so I can flog a person's back, I told him back to the cross.

I put velcro restraints on his wrists and connected his wrists to the chains that hang from the ceiling of the basement. His cock was still hard, and sticking straight out into the room. He was definitely ready for some excitement. And I was in the mood to give it to him.

I started by smacking his hard cock with my hand a few times. He groaned but it was more of a happy groan than a painful groan. I smacked his cock a few more times, up and down, left and right. He's not really into ball torture, so for the most part I avoided his balls. I grabbed his cock with my hand and I squeezed it hard. One of my guys loves having his balls tortured, and for him I grab his balls and squeeze them and twist them hard. And I did the same thing to football player boy today. I grabbed his cock, I grabbed it hard, gave it a twist or two, and then pulled this cock away from his body like I was playing tug of war. I was definitely going to win this tug of war.

As I pulled on his cock, soon he was up on his tiptoes. I wondered for a moment if I could actually get him airborne just by pulling on his cock. Since his wrists were restrained with the chains hanging from the ceiling, they would work as a pivot point. But those Velcro wrist restraints are not meant to take entire body weight so I just kept him on his tiptoes for a while.

Next I let my hands drift left and right across the display of various floggers and paddles. His eyes watched as it was searching just the right instrument to punish his cock with. I got my lightweight suede flogger off the rack to start. I wanted to build up a little adrenaline before I went for the heavier sharper full loggers.

With his feet firmly planted on the floor again, I started smacking his bouncing cock with the suede flogger. Slowly increasing the intensity. Swinging from a bit higher. Increasing the speed. He was definitely enjoying it, and I was enjoying it because he was grimacing occasionally. I had to keep my eye on the flogger and his cock, but I also watched his face.

In reality I was watching all of his body language to make sure I wasn't pushing him too far, but I knew this was just the beginning and he had a long way to go before he would call out the safe word. If at all.

It was fun watching his teeth Nash together as the flogger would strike his cock. I increased the impact more and more. Then I started flogging from the side, striking the sides of his cock. Alternating between causing his cock to bounce up and down or side to side. He was starting to let out little yelps. I got an evil grin on my face, he knew I was enjoying torturing him this way. I knew he was enjoying it also.

Then I heard it again. POP Boing Boing Boing! The butt plug had popped out of his ass again. This time I just left it laying on the basement floor.

Flogging upward is difficult, and I have to get my aim exactly correct to hit the bottom of his cock without hitting his balls. But I've been doing this for a while. I even teach classes at the Cleveland leather awareness weekend (CLAW) fun and safe flogging. So I know what I'm doing and I have great aim.

Smacking his cock from the bottom hits that super sensitive spot right under the head of the cock. A few times it started to double him over, but since his wrists were connected to the chains, he couldn't go very far. He tried to lunge to the left or to the right to get away from the strikes. I would pause for a moment, and let him reposition himself on the cross. And then I would start again.

I seriously considered restraining his ankles to the bottom of the cross, but for me it was more fun to watch him squirm. But I've already decided next time I'm going to restrain his ankles also. In fact while he's on the cross next time I have quite a surprise for him that I may tell you about later. But I think he might read these so I don't want to give it away.

I switched to my next flogger. This one is made of a plastic material. I can't quite call it weed wacker plastic string, but it's very similar. It's a synthetic plastic instead of the natural suede. And since it's plastic it has very sharp edges. The width of the tails of the flogger are much narrower as well. This one is going to sting. This one is going to sting bad.

It dropped down a few notches on speed and impact and started smacking his cock with the plastic flogger. His cock was still rock hard. I had already been given permission to leave marks, and this was the one that could do it. I started again by only smacking the top. It caused his cock to bob down and then spring back up again.

I started smacking his cock using a technique that I called a kiss. Instead of using an inch or two of the tail of the flogger, just the very tip of the tails we're hitting his cock. This causes an extreme bite. And soon he was dancing around on the cross again.

He was actually trying to pull one of his knees up to protect his cock. I think it was at that moment I started to laugh out loud at him. That adds a level of humiliation. We both like that also.

I picked up the speed and intensity while continuing to use the tips of the tails to barely kiss his cock. Barely strike the skin. And as I was hitting him, I noticed precum starting to fly off the end of his cock as I hit it. He was absolutely positively in heaven. He was definitely enjoying this. And of course it was I.

I started flogging from the sides and eventually a little bit from the bottom. This flogger doesn't have as much weight so a swing from under going upward is much more difficult for me. A few times I made full contact with his balls. It took his breath away. I felt like apologizing but instead I just laughed. He really doesn't like that. Not at all.

Then I started flogging full impact instead of just the tips of the tails, I was giving more of the tails to him. This increases the impact, and actually reduces the pain slightly. I was reading his face and I could see he was getting near a limit, so I decided to back down a bit.

I stopped flogging for a moment and put some lube in my hand and started stroking his cock. I could see and feel welts and black and blue marks were already rising on his soft skin. I stroked his cock for a while, warning him, "don't even think about having an orgasm. That is something you would definitely regret. You are not allowed to have an orgasm under any circumstances."

I could feel his cock swelling, I knew he wanted to cum, I just wanted to edge him for a while. A few times I thought he was too close to an orgasm, so I just gripped his cock like I did earlier. Squeezing it hard. I didn't give it a twist, that might have pushed him over the edge. But I squeezed it super hard.

I took my horse riding crop down from the wall. It's a long thin crop with about a 1.5 inch square piece of leather at the end. It produces quite a sting. Standing from the side I started smacking his cock with it. At first very very fast, hitting the same spot each and every time. Smack smack smack smack smack.

His cock bounced down a bit and spring right back up ready for the next smack.

Soon I grabbed his cock head and pulled it up against his stomach. And I started beating the underside of his cock head with the riding crop. Then I went back to smacking it from the top again, this time with much more vigor. He was starting to scream a bit at this point. Of course that only made me laugh at him each time he screamed. I could hear he was starting to hyperventilate.

I'm very aware of the body language He's giving me. I'm watching everything he's doing. His face, his breathing, are his fingers are clenched or not, is he going on as tiptoes, is he thrusting the side and trying to protect his cock which is me. All these things are important to watch.

Then I flip the riding crop over. The back side of the leather square has metal studs. I started softer again but soon worked up to a harder pressure. His cock was dripping so much pre-cum, it was actually flying everywhere.

Thinking back, I should have reached down and smeared my finger across the head of his cock, capturing as much precum as I could, and then rubbing it on his lips. He would have loved that and it would have been humiliating. Plus I know we would have went home and kissed his girlfriend with those lips. An evil laugh just came out of my mouth as I wrote that last line, that's how much I enjoy what I do.

Finally I took down my heaviest flogger. This one is made of leather, has rounded tails, but is extremely heavy. When I'm flogging someone's back, this is the one that makes the most powerful thud. Once again I started softer but worked up to a pretty vicious flogging. He was definitely hyperventilating at this time, and I did need to give him a break. So I stopped and told him to catch his breath that we were going to move on soon.

I didn't disconnect him quite yet from the chains hanging from the ceiling. He might have actually been a little lightheaded from the hyperventilating, and I wanted him to get his senses back before letting him stand on his own.

Now I'm going to hope he's not reading this. But this is what I have in store for him next time after the flogging but while he is still on the cross.

I've been working on a couple new toys. I bought a small vacuum pump, I think it has 80 in of Mercury of vacuum. Surprisingly that is a lot. Not just a lot, but a lot-a lot!

I bought a cock pump and took off the manual pump portion. The part that you would normally pump in your hand to create vacuum in the cock tube. I replaced that manual pump with the 12 volt battery powered super vacuum.

While testing it if I hold it up to my stomach and hit the foot switch that I've connected to it, it instantly does cupping to my stomach. If I leave it on for anything more than 10 or 15 seconds, it leaves a red mark for a moment or two. If you're not familiar with hot cupping, do some googling. This thing, this vacuum pump, does the same thing but without heat. And it is connected to the clear plastic cock pump tube that most of us are familiar with.

I call up my super cock pump. And I've played with my ball beating boy who loves his cock being tortured as well. The vacuum that it makes on his cock is absolutely incredible. My ball beating boy tells me that his cock is tender for days and days after I use the supercock pump on him.

I've also bought a cow milking sleeve, I bought the largest one I could get, but so far I haven't been able to get anyone's cock into it. The diameter is just too small. The cow milking sleeve is made with a very thick stainless steel tube with a rubber insert. I'd like to expand at least the end of the stainless steel tube to try to get a cock into it. I thought about taking the stainless steel tube to a muffler shop and ask them if they could flare it. But that's another story.

So next time, while he's still in the cross, after I've beaten his cock severely, he's going to get the super cock pump. I think there's a possibility he might orgasm from it. I want to hear him scream, I really do want to hear him scream.

There is more to this story because next we moved to the sling, and then eventually upstairs to the bedroom.


But since I have been so lax at writing my stories lately I'm going to split this one into two stories. I've had people visiting, I've just been on a bit of a funk and haven't been writing the stories.

There is a lot to writing the stories. First of course is writing the story, then going back and proofreading, and then eventually proofreading again before publishing. It's not as easy as it seems.

But stay tuned for part two when we move from the saint Andrew's cross to the sling.