Boy Bonding Cave Dungeon

We all stayed pretty much passed out until about 8 AM on Saturday. We only got up randomly in the night, to piss and fill the tank. Our heads were still a little pounding with all that Vodka. I think each must have had about 12+ Ounces in just 3 hours. I looked at the 96 OZ jug on the counter, it was nearly empty. Tyler, being the only legal one at this point, would have to buy us some more, for medicinal purposes of course …if you believe that!

I got a text from Mom; she is now expected back on Friday, July 19th. I sent her pictures of the completed basement with the studio, BBCD Bath-Shower, and Dungeon, with the Sunroom upgrade with the Sauna & Hot-tub. She went absolutely-ape-shit crazy in Love with all of it, especially the piss tank-crazy awesome she said! She texted she was so Happy & Proud of me, and the Boys, in our new home! She was anxious to meet them face to face, but wanted to Facetime this Monday at 5 PM, she said she had another big surprise for me. I agreed, see her then.

I was puzzled though; I had not mentioned anything to her yet about buying the house later this summer or fall; she said in the text…” me and the boys in our new home”???? Oh well, time will tell.

I had some water and Gatorade, and then later coffee, toast, Peanut butter, and banana. Within the hour, all the others started to stir and get up and got similar drinks and food. We chatted and looked at our piercings. It took some getting used to doing so many at the same time. We kind of talked funny; at first, we thought it was the Vodka hangover, but realized, we just needed to adjust to the tongue and lower lip piercings. Surely, they would not impede our ability to deep-throat. I am sure Josh and all would have warned us. Maybe some time to get used to it, but there was no way we were stopping deep-throating!

We inspected all our pierced sites and no sign of infection. We took the antibiotics and our regular supplements and then tried to figure out what we were going to do with our time today. As usual, sitting naked with each other, we got very horny and majorly massive erect.

GJ said, “Master’s, I have no idea how I am going to take another day or so without my cock cage and larger cum tubes, let alone another minute!”

Brayden said, “Josh said, try not to have sex, but guys, look at us; our cocks are exploding, we all have to cum and fucking soon, and we need to fucking feed!!”

Cole replied, “Well we were supposed to be OK to go swimming last night, but we all passed out drunk, with their forced vodka regimen. I get the use of the vodka as a disinfectant, but we drank so much during the blood-sucking. What did you guys think about that; was it a turn-on?

I said, “It was ok, would we do it again? Not sure…. I think we all ejaculated so much from the erotic piercing BDSM pain and brutal scene. I do not think the blood-sucking in and of itself caused us to have such erotic sensations. But do we all agree that in the future, if we do end up going too heavy with flogging and BDSM whatever, and end up breaking one’s skin or blood from the anus, penis, or testicles, it would be ok to lick and kiss the wound and share the blood.”

Brayden replied, “That is funny, as that is exactly what I was thinking.”

Alan said, “Double funny me too!” Stan and Tyler also agreed we would not purposefully do it, but if it happens then we add it to the mix, just like we did with the scat play, and see where it goes and where we finish. It was incredible, that at such a young age, we were not inhibited, or intimidated by anything we now might inadvertently delve or slide into,(so to speak). RED would continue to be the maximum limit stop word.

I said, “We can’t do it for a week or maybe 2, but I have been thinking about another Scat party, how do you guys feel about that?

Tyler answered, “Well you all know I have done dozens of sessions with Josh and crew, and we got into a little of scat, but what we 6 did, was so arousing surrendering, and passionate. I would love to do it outside again, save for the cum bucket and the tube drinking. My fantasy is to cover each other head to toe with our shit and then all group fuck and group fist each other, like total wild animals, using the shit as our lube and blowing cum everywhere. Of course, shower, scrub outside, and turn up that chlorinator in the pool. The sauna and hot tub will really help us sweat any odor off our bodies. I’m not saying we have to eat each other's shit again, but we go with the flow, and if we engage in it, we do aftercare and antibiotics and VODKA; I will buy more tonight!

Stan replied, “Ok now thinking about that, I am so fucking horny if I do not cum soon. My balls and cock are going to explode, like look at us dripping here!

Cole said, “Well my mouth and tongue are a bit sensitive, same with my balls, pubic, nipples, and perineum. But guys, have we ever jerked each other off to full cum? I know we have pumped, rubbed, stroked, and jerked, but we have never jerked off together all 7 of us or jerked each other to full ejaculation. We do need to shower; although anal sex, oral sex, rimming, fisting, and toys are not advised; likely too much activity for the pierced wounds? However, we should light douche into the drains, not on each other, and then go swimming in the chlorinated pool. Then, we could do a group jerk anywhere, the dungeon, in here, the shower, the patio, the pool, and I think if we have douched, a few fingers in our ass are ok, as long as we keep it all away from any piercing; like really careful what hand we use to jerk and what to ass finger with…so…thoughts?”

GJ said, “Well Masters, if you would be so kind as to include me, as you can see my penis and testicles are quite swollen, and jerking my big cock, likely ill-advised, but I know I will cum greatly with just a little anal penetration; I think Master Cole has the perfect Boy Bonding Solution given the restrictions.”

I responded, “OK this sounds like a plan, but I like to jerk off with lube, and our coco lube mix is far too greasy and heavy for a mutual Jerk-off, circle-jerk. The water-based lube dries out  and gets gummy and balls up.”

Alan said, “Yes, that is why I like to use massage oil; we have a few bottles of plain almond oil, that we use to make the coco-anal lube pots. It is clear and non-staining. I like the idea of a swim, and then we all lie out in the sun and massage the almond oil gently all over each others’ bodies and then we start the 7 boys’ jerk-off, but slow and prolong the edging, being careful not to irritate any piercings.

Stan said, “I would love to do that for hours, edge each other and then stop…like you all know what a huge cum you can get from edging, and then when we finally blow, it is like Vesuvius!”

I said, “Ok guys, then the jerk-off party and light anal fingering will be on the double air mattresses on the open uncovered patio, and we can put them closer to the pool may be in the full sun; then if we need to wash a hand for hygiene, the pool water will help…all good?

We all nodded and got our circle-jerk underway! Brayden brought GJ with him to his douche station. It was great planning that we had 3 separate hoses and nozzles and valves at each shower panel station, so up to 18 boys (or girls too) could douche together if needed…that would be a shit-nado for sure!

We had not eaten much food the previous day, and just a lot of cum, semen & Vodka. Our douche for each of us consisted of just a few 2-inch solid pieces. Our perineum, with the dual curved barbells, was a bit sensitive and sore, so we were all careful to lightly bear down and squirt slowly to the drains. Not sure why we put in full toilets; blowing our shit all together in a group became so normal and accepting. Our diet being so good with little, or no animal products, resulted in almost no foul stench, but rather a light musk like a walk in the woods at daybreak-sort of wet moss and sweet earthy ground. We still moaned a lot and the site of our shit pieces on the floor was exciting, feral, and exposing.

We all used the other main shower head sprayer and depressingly hosed our shit balls and logs to the massive floor drain trough. Depressing because, to waste our waste, was such a waste. I pressed the blue button near the sinks and sure as shit (Yes, another pun) that diverted pool water backwash pipe cleaned the entire trough out of our excrements, right down the oversized upgraded 4” drainpipe to the traps and sewers. Boy Fritz and Gerhard knew their sex dungeon reno-shit! (Whoops another pun!)

Looking at each other's hard cocks, we all approached our main lovers and started to soap up and lightly scrub just under 3 shower panels. I & Cole, Alan & Stan, Brayden & Tyler, and GJ. We all lightly kissed and got the feel of the piercings. Although sore and sensitive, they were very erotic and the slight discomfort and pain at the pierced sight caused even more semen webs all about us even with the waterfall and multi showers lightly spraying us. The settings and dials on the shower panels were so magnificent with dozens of different spray settings and combinations. I was sure our water and Gas bill would be 5X normal!

I was not going to mention rent or board to the boys until we all got our first paycheck from the FFFAS website and the release of our first porn video next year. Their love and relationship meant so much more than money; I thought perhaps let them propose how to share house costs, without benefitting my equity. Anyway, I only wanted just help with utilities, Taxes, and staples-replenishing group costs, or something like that.

Soaping each other up from head to toe was fun and something new we had not done. With the kissing and the ass rubbing and crack spreading and light anal fingering, we all were moaning and groaning. Fuck!! This was so hard, to not go crazy; not suck, fuck & fist. A test of restraint and patience. Rubbing our bodies, chests, backs, asses, legs, arms, necks, heads, balls, cocks, and boy cunts was a form of edging. After 30 minutes, and soap suds everywhere, we decided it was time for a quick swim.

It was strange heading out without any leather get-up on or cock cages or any brutal sex shit. Poor GJ sort of covered his cock and balls.

Brayden said, “GJ, what the fuck are you doing covering your cock and balls we are all nude out here all the time!”

GJ replied, “Master Brayden, I feel so naked without my cock-cage, cum collection tubes, bags, lingerie, and leather attire; it's just so strange and surreal for me!” We all giggled and grabbed and held his hands, as we wadded into the pool. In a few minutes, GJ was smiling away. The feeling of water currents on our exploding erections causes little precum snakes all around us to ooze from our cock glans slits. God this would be a test to not suck cock! Restraint and discipline like never before- Like pull out before you cum- …yeah, sure…right!

We all got out of the pool and pulled the 2 queen air mattresses closer to the pool edge on our large patio so we would be in the full sun. It was now close to noon and a scorcher of a day. Edging for hours would be fun…if we did not fry from sunburns or dehydration.

The 7 of us, each with a 7oz bottle of almond oil, knelt in a circle facing each other. We opened and poured it into our hands and started rubbing it all over each others’ bodies. Touching and rubbing all of us, moving together closer in an oil-filled circle. We were all very gentle near our pierced sites, but a little touch here and there and sting or burn added to our excitement and edging.

GJ said, “Masters’ with all due respect, you all realize that the semen and ejaculate must not be wasted at all out here; although cock sucking is not on the menu, shooting into open mouths and swallowing throats is the law still correct?”

Fuck, me! Leave it to the Irish Fuck, Ginger Houseboy to turn us on even more.  I think we all just imagined after hours of edging, blowing our cum up to land on the 2nd story roof of the house! But now picturing us hovering, or kneeling, or what-the-fuck ever, wide open and taking each other's projectile loads, was even more exciting, if that is possible with us!

Once we were all greased head to toe, we slid into a side by side very close body to body circular slathered position like hands on a clock with our legs a bit overlapped and between our inner thighs, but it made for easy boy-cunt access.

We started to slowly pump each other’s ragging titanium cocks. Brayden had placed GJ between him and me, to my left. Cole on my right side and GJ on the other; beside GJ was Brayden & then Tyler on the end. Going the other direction beside Cole was Stan, and then Alan who was then in circular proximity to Tyler. Fuck! It was a perfect 7 Twink boy pinwheel cock clock.

We never thought like this before, but we each lifted our knees a bit to expose our boy-cunts. In this position, our well-manicured toes and feet were easy to rub another boy’s anus, ensuring not to go too high and hit the pierced hanging double curved barbells. We had been concentrating on fisting, we never tried footing before.

Cole said it first, “Ok boys when we are all healed and get the green light, we are putting our foot and legs up each other's ass and boy-cunt.”

GJ said, “Oh God I am so sorry, I am going to cum master’s just from imagining that!”

Brayden and I almost bashed our heads together trying to get our mouths over GJ's huge, beautiful cut cock without sucking it. Pretty much just in time as I took an oiled finger and just touched the top line ridge of his raging cock; sure enough, he blew almost a ½ liter scalding hot cum pelting down my open throat, and then I moved away so that Brayden could finish the feed.

I said, “No one apologizes if we cum, but give notice to all so that we can eat it just like that!” All agreed it was a great plan. With our well-manicured toes (Thanks to GJ) the mattresses pooling our sweat, and the almond oil keeping our feet lubed to prod and rub each other's boy-cunt, was not a problem. Great care and attention had to be taken to not hit the pierced barbells on the perineum or our huge balls.

This was becoming a real chore of concentration, as pumping a cock to either side and sharing a hand with another boy, and then rubbing our assholes with our feet; we all heard little whimpers as we in-advertently would brush and touch the piercing and wound of our BBCD collective lovers’ ass, balls and cocks. The eye contact, love, and lust were incredible, with the light breezes and the hot clear sun above; the birds chirping; oh so perfect!

Every few minutes, a few of us would start to cry out and moan and open our mouths so the jerking boys would slow or stop and just say, “Hold…. wait…you got this…settle down!” Once the near cum-explosion was receded, we/they would nod good to go, and we would go back to rubbing and jerking their cock(s) and ready with parched mouths if they lost it and blew a load ready to squirt it all down our hungry throats.

After 45 minutes GJ Said, “Masters, I can feel a massive coronal mass ejection (Like from the sun, but my cock) building in my prostate and seminal vesicle. I  like to be fair and share my cum, as we usually do, with it bagged and strawed, (so to speak). If Master Brayden could angle my penis down toward Master Alan, with his great eye for a line of site, I am sure I can ejaculate from here right into Master Alan's mouth if he stays within a few inches and not move too much. Our abs were popping and full bodies shaking; sitting up a bit doing all this was the most brutal workout ever; in this heat, we were sweating buckets, hearts pounding!

GJ Continued, “Now Master Dylan, lightly brush all the barbells on the underside of my cock, and Master Alan, try to slip your foot in my boy-cunt slowly, I need the pain, please I must have it now, I can’t wait anymore. Press your other foot Master Alan on my Testicles please, please! Alan looked at me along with Brayden, and we all nodded ok. I gently stroked the underside of GJ 11” cut cock lifting all the pierced curved barbells, as Brayden angled his cock toward Alan. Alan leaned forward and pressed his foot into GJès Boy-cunt so that all the toes and balls of the foot were in past the 2 sphincters and then with his other foot, Alan pressed on and off GJ’s huge Balls with the 10 piercings and the vice-like massive barbells. In a few seconds, GJ cried out but tried to subdue his euphoric bliss and rapture as we were outside. There is nothing quite so beautiful as a boy's contorted face just before orgasm.

GJ threw his head back and stayed silent. Then we all knew…holy fuck, this was a major eruption cumming! In 5 seconds, I felt the waves of semen pulsing up and out of GJ’s huge cock, as Brayden struggled to control the angle and get it to Alan’s mouth some 5 or 6 feet + away from the tip of GJ’s convulsing penis. Like shooting a basket from the opposite end court or getting a hole-in-one from an incredible distance. The rail gun cum streams landed beautifully all over Alan's mouth and face as he slurped it down wonderfully.

That was it! We all started to rub our feet slowly into each other boy-cunt. Yes, the perineum hurt, and our balls moving causing the bars in our bags to bounce and sting and burn; yet it only added to our sensations and orgasms. We all decided to do similar and try to aim our jerk-off buddy's cock at the face and mouth of the boy(s) across the way. In another 2 minutes, that was it. We each had a foot in our cunts, and feet slapping our aching sensitive balls. The sensations added to our rolling orgasms like a tsunami approaching the shore. Almost all together, we all shot nearly as much as GJ. Even he was impressed! The Edging over several hours had worked. IT was fucking-torture, but the result was worth it. Our streaming semen cum shots almost constantly reminded me of firefighters battling a blaze 360 degrees around the inferno. This was the most intense coordinated concentration event, we had ever participated in.

While continuing to jerk our partner(s) raging cock, and foot fuck and pedal down on the boys’ balls and cunt across from us; angling each other cocks to a face and mouth across the way, was a tremendous feat!  We all continued to ejaculate for over 30 minutes and lost only a few ounces of semen as our brothers-in-arms across from us used every ounce of muscle and energy to grab and catch those flying cum volley missiles.

Again, we realized, so much of our orgasm was manufactured in our brains. The prolonging and sensuality that we shared now over 5 hours, from the time we showered to this semen artillery field, was just incredible. Of course, we were all covered in each other’s cum. When we finally thought we were pretty much-done ejaculating, we all leaned over and licked and slurped the faces, heads, mouths, chests, and stomachs of our lovers to either side. We could not hold off and we all lightly kissed. It did hurt but we all cum fired and shot many more rounds.

We all collapsed backwards panting and so out of breath worse than any other time before in any play! Our abs, legs, and chest were aching and throbbing from the group workout, and our bodies shaking in spasm and overwork. To hell with the deadlifts, curls, weights, and bands; if Josh could see this…fuck…we would be so much more ripped and sculpted by the time Mom gets home in 2 weeks!

We all lay there not saying a word, as we were gasping and panting for over 15 minutes. We felt no pain from the piercings even though we all knew we just did far more activity than we were supposed to.

It was after 4 PM. Cole said, “Come on guys, we need to get out of the sun and get some Gatorade and water and cool showers…we are very dehydrated.” He was very right, and we all helped each other hobble down the stairs, gasping and shaking.  As soon as we were inside, all our watches connected to our phones said Josh and or one of their crews were calling. We walked through the pool pump room to the kitchen; got our cold drinks first, and then all answered our blaring cell phones.

Pretty much each of us got the ranting blasting from Josh and the gang, it was like this:

Josh: What the Fuck are you guys doing!! We just had to take an impromptu break from the TTW workshop, because Ethan came running in saying all the medical vital sign warnings were off the charts and the severe danger parameter alarms were going off; you were all hyperventilating near fibrillating into cardiac arrest! For each of you, your BP was like 260/190 and your heart rates spiked about 30 minutes ago at 212 BPM, and your respirations were like 100 breaths a minute.

Taylor and Logan are a hair away from calling a fleet of fucking ambulances. We checked all the video cameras and were panicked as we could not see any of you until we saw you in a circle in the backyard, like some kind of group death pledge ritual. We could not see what was happening as there was crazy visual interference and distortions like a flock of birds shitting all over you, now what-the-fuck happened???!!!

I said, “OK Guys everybody put their phones on the counter and turn on the speakers so we can have a group chat with the “Big Brother Gestapo’s here!”

Josh said, ‘Well sorry, but we love you guys, and you have us all panicked and worried sick!

Logan said, “You guys realize that even for teens in awesome shape, you all just exceeded your maximum heart rate and BP for an extended period, now you are still very high but in acceptable barely out of danger range, so do you need medical assistance?”

I said, “No we do not need medical assistance, we are all inside in the studio trying to rehydrate and catch our breath until you called and interrupted our recovery.”

Josh asked, “Well what the fuck are you all recovering from??”

Brayden said, “We just broke the world record for the hottest longest edging circle jerk cum fest and footing ever done!”

Ethan said, “You mean to tell us that circle ritual you guys were jerking each other off and edging….and …. then ….all that interference ….was…was.”

Cole said, “Yes it was our group semen and cum ejaculations, we all just blew several liters into each others’ mouths and faces and licked up and ate what we missed. I think we ejaculated continuously for almost 50 minutes, and we started this entire sexy edging with a group shower at 10 AM till now at 4:20 PM.”

Nicky said, “I don’t understand what you mean about footing?”

GJ said in his high Irish schoolboy voice, “Well Master Nicky, Our hands were busy, so I suggested we oil up our feet and slip them all up each other boys-cunts, and then torture our balls and cocks with the other feet….the boys all just achieved orgasms with volume and power that pretty much surpassed mine, so there!”

Danny asked, “You all just put your feet up each other assholes…fuck we never tried that!”

Josh said, “Oh My God, What-the-Fuck am I going to do with your Twinks!! Are any of you bleeding from your piercings and any sign of infections or swollen redness around anything anywhere?”

I said, “No we all seem to be fine…better than fine…that was one for the record books. Let me get some Gatorade here for a minute and more water, and then we want to cool shower. The mental build over the 6 hours created a group orgasm that even surpassed our multi-hand fisting and toys and BDSM flogging events. I dare say we are real Love, Sex, Power & Pleasure Masters, not God’s; we know we just achieved something no one else has ever done!”

Taylor said, “Their vitals are slowing into acceptable upper raised quadrants, so now that we know what happened, they seem OK Josh. But guys, we said take it easy and little sex.

Alan said pissed off, “Oh Fucking sure, turn us into Sex and Cum addicts, and then Fucking expect us, to turn it off, and go hours and days…Like Fuck You Guys!! I can’t believe you! Maybe take a recovering alcoholic to a distillery sometime and see what I mean you Fuck-heads!” (Dead Silence)

After a minute Josh said, “Well, I guess we…I fucked up again! You are absolutely right, Alan! I thought it would be exciting and fun to do all your piercings and bloodletting at once, but in hindsight now, we should have rotated over a week so that all of you would not be going through Semen Cum withdrawal together and end up in a giant cum fest slip. Fuck! We have to try to clean up the recorded video image…this is fucking incredibly hot!

I screamed, “You said you were not recoding you fucking liars!”

Josh replied, “We usually are not, but the computer and tracking are set to engage the video recording automatically when you breach the health and safety parameters set up by Taylor and Logan. So not a lie, just another fuck-up communication from us….me,...I guess!

We are so glad you are all ok. Maybe a text next time, if you think you might get into this Vital sign extremes… a few beats and breaths more and you all may have cardiac arrest. I was dead once, and Taylor and Logan brought me back; I am a God, you guys are….I do not know what, other than Crazy Fucking Horny Twinks, we Love and care deeply for!

I said, “Are we done, because we want to shower and lie down now, and have some more drink and real food; we are sure we just ate our cum requirement for the rest of the day!”

Josh said, “Yes…We Love you guys so much; sorry, we fucked up! We are glad you are all ok; get some rest. We will see you tomorrow night at about 8 pm.

I said, “Oh You fuckers better be ready! You have no idea what you are in store for! There is no Yellow….RED! And ONLY RED will be the only pussy word you twats can say; that means you cried uncle, weak pussy fucks goodbye!” We all hung up our phones!

Tyler said, “Holy Fuck…Dylan, are you sure that is a good safe idea? Sometimes we will be the subs again and they the doms…?”

Stan said, “I am with Dylan, they are Gods, and they can heal, so like fucking brutalize them…remember Ethan even said, (Unless we can come up with something brutal ourselves!)-“sarcastic voice”-

 As soon as they are in the door, we mask up and attack them like a kidnapping scene, hood covers their face and drag them down here and fucking almost BDSM them to death, strip naked, force shit to spray eating, tie them up, handcuffs-flogging with improved weapons, triple dildos forced up their cunts...just enough lube and then deny them their orgasm with cock caging; we plug the cum tubes for hours and then when they cum they must eat it all or face more brutality!”

Cole responded, “Fuck Yeah, like they said they wanted something crazy extreme; do you not think that it is (kind of) a test, just to see what we are capable of. The building sexual torture, to see if we can give them a bigger and better cum than they have in their play? We need to all turn into Rambo, Commando, and the Equalizer combined, and teach these fucks how it is done!”

GJ said, “Oh Masters I am very nervous about this plan; exactly what stages will we go through and what extremes will you…. we…do to them?”

I replied, “Tyler, when you did TTW, you said Josh brutalized you in the BDSM demonstration, yet you said, it healed your mind, emotions & body….so what happened exactly?”

Tyler got teary, shaky, and nervous and spoke, “Where is that last bit of Vodka.” Tyler grabbed the jug and sucked back the last 2 ounces in it.  (Big sigh and cheeks puff out) Tyler continued.

“I was driving…my teen lover Lucas was beside me in the passenger seat, our 3 best gay BDSM buddies all in the back. We were stopped at a highway intersection. The light turned green, there was this tractor-trailer that had stopped to my left passenger side. There was no other traffic, that we could see, so I proceeded through. It was a double-lane highway in both directions. I proceeded through when suddenly a drunk and stoned middle-aged guy in a black pickup truck came down beside the tractor-trailer in the far lane doing 140 KM per hour. He hit us square on the passenger side middle. All the airbags went off. I was in the hospital for weeks…they…they all…they all died. I was the only survivor. (He is rigid staring weeping). Although I was cleared by a few eyewitnesses, and video footage showing a line of traffic, there was no way I could ever see him coming. I had waited almost 3 seconds after my light turned green to proceed through.

Down deep I blamed myself. I wanted to die. I could not understand why I survived and none of them. Somehow, Josh was able to read and see it all when he put his hands beside my head. It was like he was there with me. At TTW he knew I loved the BDSM as I was punishing myself for surviving, even though all the investigations and courts ruled that the pickup truck was 100% fault.

The convicted drunk driver is a quadriplegic who breathes and eats and shits and pisses with tubes and machines. He is alive and cognoscente…no real life. I visited him a few times in the hospital. He was drunk when he came home that day and found his father fucking his wife; later learned their 2 teenage daughters were also abused. No excuse and the tavern/bar should have cut him off. He communicates with a straw and a keypad. He is very sorry and wishes he was dead…but that would be too easy.

I was only able to visit him, forgive him, and let my buddies go after Josh brutalized me at TTW. It sounds sick and fucked up, but after he held my head and knew exactly where I was with it all in my mental and emotional state, Josh knew what I had to have him do to get me through the self-hate.

Lucas my gay teen BDSM buddies and I were into extreme crazy BDSM. Fuck the shit we did to each other, you would fucking die (so to speak) if we did it here…(Very emotional and shaking in his voice) But holy shit, the cum and ejaculations we shared from it were never surpassed until, what we started to do here these last weeks and here this afternoon! (He starts to cry)

Anyways, Naked at TTW, I wanted to bleed, I wanted to feel the great pain and agony…I wanted to suffer, I wanted to die! I wanted him to kill me by BDSM torture, as punishment for my living, and they all …!

GJ will understand, Josh saved me from my ending, by taking me to the lowest breaking point and max pain to past RED and bringing me back like an alcoholic hitting bottom to recover.

You all have seen their strength. With me on their Kitchen Island in a doggie position at TTW, chained and locked with my ass cheeks apart, and cunt hole open gaping exposed, my mind was asking for anal flogging to death. Josh knew it was my favorite position with my BDSM Lovers. We often drew some blood. Call me fucking crazy, but suddenly all 4 of them were there with me, I was dreaming we were back at our secret garage; they were flogging my asshole and balls. My cock dripping and hard as iron. Josh, I imagined was my BDSM lover, Lucas. God, he was so hot and such a nice big 10 Inch cock!  Josh flogged me and brutalized my asshole, balls, and cock until I had huge open-cut skin, and looked like my ass had been attached by rabid werewolves, with dripping blood everywhere. So sick I wanted the pain and suffering, I wanted to be punished for living, and imagining that it was Lucas and the boys brutalizing me, gave me one of the biggest ejaculations’ ever.

There was a lot of blood splatter on the walls and ceilings. They had to have the place repainted. Josh came over and jerked off on my ass, fucked my ass with his cum, and then came down my throat…I never felt such relief and lifting of my mental, emotional, and physical pain as I did just then. He healed me…it is the only reason I am here right now, and even able to talk about it. That very moment I forgave myself, and realized I was to live for a reason…here we are. I am meant to be here with you, my new BDSM Life Lovers!

I said, “Tyler, I am so sorry for all you have been through, are you able to join us in this endeavor?”

Tyler said, “Yes, totally, no questions! I love you all, and I pledged myself to this collective…by any ways and means together, we are one!

I am fine and healed now, it is hard to recant it all, but I forgive myself, even though I was not at fault and there was nothing I could have done to stop it. I did not cause, control, or correct it. Horrible Shit Happens, and life goes on. I am healed; living the life I want with you all here.

I know I am quiet, during our sex play and BDSM. Brayden, I am so in love with you; I am so In Love with all of you. I am in Love with the pain also like GJ. I just have been unable to say it. I am jealous of you GJ, you seem so relaxed sharing your love of the pain. The orgasm you have I dream of. I still struggle to accept that I deserve the orgasms from my love of pain and pain of love; my teen boy lovers are all gone and dead.

Brayden said, “Tyler, my God, why did you not tell us? We are open to doing anything you want. I can break your skin…a bit anyway.  Mean I don’t want a CSI scene, but if you will cum like GJ, we, and I, can do that, right guys? Like not every night, but once you heal or Josh can jerk off on your ass.

Tyler said, “That BDSM event they did with us here is about 15% Of what I want!

Alan asked, “So you love the pain…I have been wanting some more, not quite to that extreme, but I wanted it a bit harder than what they did to us. I am also jealous and curious when we watch you GJ; those orgasms and ejaculations you have from the brutality…I yearn to try also.

Not tomorrow night, but later in the week or month, when the piercings are all healed, let's just the 7 of us have a MAJOR BDSM event; like we will do to Josh and crew tomorrow night. Let’s have no Yellow, Just RED, so that we find out from and for each of us, what the absolute max to the edge pain limit is to climax orgasm.

We love and are in Love with each other, so no more secrets agreed; no matter how fucked up you think your sex BDSM fantasy wants and needs or curiosity is, we support you as Lovers and the pledged collective, to fulfill our fantasies as we all agreed!

We all got into the 7-boy circle holding hands, tears streaming; opened our mouths and began to spit again 6X7= 42 horks; re-pledging ourselves to open and share our deepest, darkest, most brutal fucked up fantasies; to support and bring to fruition said fantasy at any means and ways, Period!

I said, “OK now we are together as 1, we will not break tomorrow night until all of them say RED. Now let’s get to work. We need to harden and sharpen the ends of the floggers, the cat of nine tails, whips, canes, paddles, ball vice crushers, urethral spreaders; fuck were breaking out everything to impact, smash, and squish and brutalize ALL our BDSM gear and tools. Nothing would be held back. We even made some things with tools and leftover construction bits. The reciprocating saw and dildo attachment…this will be fun!

We had in-depth discussions for hours and hours as we worked at what we would do to them and how we would do it.

Cole partway through said, “What about their suspected and claimed telepathy? How can we block that without interfering with us seeing their facial expressions and yet have them experience fear and isolation; otherwise, they can tele-chat about what we are doing to them and what they will do to respond (or react)…I can’t decide whether this is a good thing for this event; for us and them, or a bad thing?”

Brayden said, “Well based on what we have been chatting about and Tyler would know best, but I think they are going to be blown away by our advanced and extreme BDSM; our endeavors to bring out their biggest cum in a long time.”

Tyler said, “Well theory says to block their telepathy we would need a lead helmet like that idiot in X-men. That being said, why do we not pretend like we can understand them like they all were so worried we were Gods, why not freak the fuck out of them and do some Greek Myth research and see who the most feared trickster God was, and make them think we are all that God.”

GJ said, “Master’s, this really scares me already…this could get very dangerous…maybe we keep them guessing by saying just “kidding…or are we??”

Alan said, “That is fucking brilliant GJ, I think that is the route to go, act serious that we are secret trickster Gods…and then joke just kidding and then go back and say joking again on that too, so the confessed lie, becomes the truth that becomes a possible lie. This is psychological warfare, they will not know what is what…. Fucking brilliant!”

Tyler said, “Yes, but when Lucas and my former BDSM buddies were alive and we played extremely hard, we achieved our greatest orgasms, when we felt most vulnerable, threatened, and exposed. I think it is the easiest way to go; we have all learned, the biggest Cum and orgasm is not made by an act, a toy, a person, or a body part. It is the visual creation of emotion and feeling in the mind and brain, with an unfolding scene of total depravity!”

Stan said, “I agree, that the best idea is to keep them guessing what is truth or is not; we need more dress-up for us, like vampire contacts, and like the best quality fangs!”

I said, “Oh Fuck Yes! I will go online and order for delivery tomorrow AM, now let's get back to brutalizing our equipment and discussing the script and event scenes.

We soaked all the leather implements and pain equipment in boiling sugar and salt water, then hammered the tips hard and baked them all in the oven making the former soft ends stiff and rigid to maximize pain and skin damage. We put tiny little staples in the spanking paddles and tied metal hex nuts on the ends of the cat of nine tails. We put several drops of Red-hot sauce in the water-based lube, for sounding, and toothpaste in with our anal coco-lube. We would all wear our leather gear but with executioner masks, scary puppy hoods, vampire fangs, and red contacts. I also ordered some police batons to moderately push them around and threaten them; maybe shove them up their assholes. We got chains from the garage and cut up an old garden hose to pound their gaping cunts!

Tyler left for a bit to get supplies and Vodka. With a bit of drink, we devised the following skit with pain sluts GJ and Tyler formulating their greatest pain-equating climax fantasies:

1.      They arrive and all the lights are off on the property, just enough to barely walk in. The word RED is written on the front door with an = STOP, we surrender! We jump them into the upstairs hall. We force them to strip and threaten them with violence upstairs calling them slang and harassing names, blindfolding them with duct tape with cloth underneath to protect their eyes & lids. Double steel handcuffs & Zip ties for their wrists, and ankles; safety cutters nearby for emergency release. (They will lose some hair and skin cells when this is done…Oh Well.)

 2.      Naked they are lead downstairs and forced douching and shit spraying on each other…if they have no shit, we will cover them with some of ours, as we agreed to disconnect the one Water-money toilet, and we all shit in it the next 24 hours, in case they are douched, so we have shit supply (The lid seals tight).

 3.      We piss on them and in their cunts and throats. Moderately waterboard them with the 3” Piggy-piss-pipe off the tank but watch for real choking; a bit is OK. It will add to their heightened senses, but we don’t want major medical hurt, Gods or not. Force them to swallow each other piss and shit.

 4.      They will be forced to wear the BDSM gear and latched to the wall stations/bench/tables or slings; suspended by hooks; flogged, whipped, beaten, sounded with metal beaded sounds and ribbed silicone ones at least a ½ inch thick, with the Hot sauce water lube. Cum tubes plugged in the burning sauce with silicone nail spikes and forced reverse ejaculations into their bladders. We will rub their cocks and balls with the Wartburg wheels and use the sharply spiked leather ball stretchers with dumbbell weights even if their balls drip blood.

 5.      When we cock cage them again more hot sauce mixed on the biggest ½ “cum tubs we are borrowing from GJ. We will collect all their semen in bags or buckets. We will use alligator teeth on their nuts, and the largest nipple clamps on their nipples and balls and penis tips to stop their ejaculations.

 6.      They will be flogged, caned, and cat-o-nine-tailed hard with little regard for blood or cries of open flesh unless they say RED. Their balls before caging will be locked with the fiend-piercing ball torture vice with spikes that screw into the scrotum such that each impact with our weapons will dig into their genitals. We may pierce their nipples and penis and testicles. Their mouths will be forced open with the spider mouth cages so we can face fuck them brutally with multiple cocks in their mouths, dildos whips, shit, and piss. Clamps and weights also will hang from their nipples and piercings. Then we hit them with the ultraviolet electric wands and vibrating cock sounds

 7.      After huge BDSM and multiple cum bag filling we will drink their cum and lick their blood playing up the vampirism.

 8.      Lastly, group forced toy riding and multiple penetrations. They will all be brutally fisted and footed and forced to use multiple of the largest toys on each other with the toothpaste-laced coco-lube. Once they cry out in their greatest group orgasms, we release the cock tubes and their cages and allow them to finally erect and cum all over and in our throats and boys’ cunts. We will ride their cocks, basically raping them with our boys’ cunts, and clamp their cocks with pussy clamps forcing them even bigger and cock pumping them until their cocks’ bleed!

 9.      Labia spreaders and oculus anal expansion explorers will be used along with a car tire jack with stainless steel medical plates on Josh & Ethan's boy cunts, to get them to new limits; over 28-36 inches in circumference, breaking their pelvis and pubic symphysis. (Likely not !)

 10.   If they ALL have not cried out RED long before much of these worst-case scenario steps, and after so many cummings, then we try even more ad-lib random acts of brutality…Fuck! I hope we know what we're doing and not end up dead ourselves!

 It was midnight and we had all the tools ready; the plan was reviewed over and over several times. Other items should arrive tomorrow. We drank some more and ended the night with light oral sex and rimming on each other to very relaxing rivers of cum down each other's throats. The tongue piercing and lower lips hurt; it added to our pain/pleasure cums.

 I got a text from Josh that said, “Taylor has to attend to business and Logan has a shift so after TTW, we will arrive about 8:30 PM; Myself, Nicky, Ethan, Alex, Danny, Zack, Jason.

 I texted back: RED, you really do not know who we are and what you are dealing with, do you?

 Josh said: Show us your worst, we will heal; make me proud!

 I texted back: RED (No reply! The games begin!)

 I was pretty sure a lot of this we would never actually do…just a little Twink Crazy Fantasy…but we will see!