Corbin Wells

Fun Bag & Boy Massage

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"Dang it, what happened?" Bill, a chubby 13 year old boy finally awoke. He was blindfolded with his arms restrained at the wrists, held just high enough to keep him on the tips of his toes. He had short blond curly hair and a rather large nose.

"Hey Bill!" Victor said cheerfully. It was a good milkshake wasn't it?

Victor and Bill were classmates last school year. Victor is eleven.

"You poisoned the drink?" Bill said concerned.

"No, no I just slipped in three K.O tablets!" he giggled sarcastically.

"What is this?" Bill asked. The room was warm and dry. The only moisture in the air came from heat emanating from Bill's nervous body. His bondage was uncomfortable.

"I wanted to play with you but was afraid you would say no. So, I placed you here without your permission!" Victor laughed some more as he stared at the boy's chubby form. He poked and tickled his captive who yelped as fingers jammed into his sides. Victor stared at Bill as he poked, admiring how his body moved like jello. Victor grew erect as he stared at Bills bouncing genitalia.

"It's so cute." he said.

"Stop that!" Bill said. "What do you want? Why am I naked?"

"Because you are so meaty, I thought it would be fun to beat you up!" Victor danced around bill slapping him along his thighs butt and belly.

Bill winced and yelped after some hits.

"What a fun fat body. You aren't too large but you certainly aren't skinny."

"You suck, Victor!" Bill said.

"Good idea!" Victor knelt down after humping Bills leg a little, moaning and sighing hot breath all over his captive. When Victor had his fill, avoiding climax, he began to suck his now aroused captive.

"Oh! So weird." Bill said, but he wasn't going to complain. This was better than being poked.

Victor pet Bills balls like he was rubbing the chin of a cat. Bill squirmed at the tickling. He then moved his fingers like spider legs along the back of Bill's sack, then switched back to a stroking motion. Suddenly, Victor switched to more aggressive play and slapped his captives balls.

"Unh!" Bill cried out. The initial sting of the impact on his berries sent him into involuntary fright. Though the initial shock from the hit faded fast, there was a lingering dull ache that now crawled through his abdomen. Oddly, this wasn't as bad as the initial hit and seemed to heighten the pleasure from Victor licking his dick-head.

"Don't hit me," he said.

"Not up to you to decide!" Victor said. "We are going to party and I'm looking to turn you into my punching bag.

"Wha?" Bill grew startled. He squirmed and kicked in failure, still hindered by the blindfold. Victor leaned against the inside of Bill's right leg and held it in place.

"Let me go!"

Victor grabbed Bills entire scrotum, trapping and cupping his balls with one hand. He smiled and kissed them, suckling and licking to calm his captive down. He then punched again.

"Uah!" one, then two. "Hunh!!" Then three and four. Bill never felt such odd sensations, nor had he experienced pain this intense, not since he had that hellish abscessed tooth at 10. He could still remember the pain at its height, a piercing fire determined to fry his brain. He had hoped that the same pain could not be experienced in his testicles. A fifth punch came, followed by Victor pressing his nose into his captives sack. Kisses, sniffs, and warm breaths ran across Bills groin. His abs cramped up from the abuse and he grew weary. He panted now, surprised by how his whole body felt affected by the blows. His abdomen quivered and his breathing labored. Momentary spikes of sharp discomfort echoed through his tender testicles.

Victor too was impressed by the reactions. His experiment was going nicely. What was once a frustrating fact, the sensitivity of genitals, both to pleasure and pain, has turned into an erotic attraction.

"Are you okay?" Victor asked, fully aware of Bill's discomfort.

"Damn it, stop!"

"Oh I will in a while. Say a day!"

"Day!?" Bill tried to kick again but couldn't see. Victor finally took the blindfolds off.

Bills eyes watered. He blinked until he adjusted to the light of the room. He was certain they were underground. Wooden boards decorated the walls and a table lie in one corner. There was also a strange indentation in the floor beneath where he hung.

"How did you get me here!?" Bill asked.

"Oh we all have our secrets." Victor winked then gently played with Bills nipples, kissing and cuddling. Bill tried to elbow Victor in the head and would have been successful if the chains holding his wrists were longer.

"Just relax, I don't mean to destroy them. I said in the beginning you are fun and meaty. I just want to play and beat you up, not destroy your balls. That wouldn't be fun. They might swell and be sore, but I wont go too far."

"You aren't helping!" Bill said. "I'm so gonna fuck you up when you let me go!"

"If you could walk." Victor laughed then slapped his captive in the groin with a bare foot from behind. Bill closed his legs together and trembled, but he couldn't hold that position for long. His tormentor slapped at his nuts a couple more times before trying to grab them with his toes. Victor managed to lock one between his toes and tugged down.

"Ahh!!" Bill hollered, if the hits weren't bad enough, an electric shock from the tugging caused his insides to go haywire. He could feel the muscles in his abs tremble. He trembled in panic and suddenly felt nauseous. Victor released him and watched him dangle from his wrists, whimpering.

"Wow!" Victor said. He placed a comforting hand on Bill's lower back and rubbed. This motion caused the nausea to fade. Victor went back to sucking Bill, just before the head was soft enough to slip all the way back into its skin, and brought it back to full erection. He sucked hard and jerked Bill to orgasm. The discomfort took a back seat momentarily to an incredibly pleasurable finish.

"See, I knew beating up your nuts would make cumming feel better." Bill was speechless and confused. He was given a five minute break.

Victor used his captive as an object for release and rubbed up against him until he came. To keep Bill behaved, he kept a firm grip on his balls and would squeeze if he tried to fight. This was surprisingly effective to Victor.

"Ah!" The abuser sighed in satisfaction.

"I can't believe you are doing this because you LIKE me…" Bill said weakly. "I have to pee."

"Maybe I can beat it out of ya," Victor said.

"No!"

Whack! Victor went to work again, punching his captives balls and admiring how they would mush under his knuckles, he giggled at the bouncing penis and then held Bills nuts tightly. He slowly applied pressure.

"Uunnhh…" Bill felt his abdomen flipping. He gagged and dry-heaved. As the grip grew tighter on his tenderized testicles, the shock to his system became intolerable. He couldn't breathe, hot electric pain pulsed from his testicles while his abdomen felt tighter than ever, he must have been unable to breathe for ten seconds. On the edge of fainting, Victor let go.

"That's so cool!" Victor said. "What's it like?"

Bill didn't respond. He deviously peed forcefully in frustration.

"Eww!" Victor was hit but managed to escape the most of it.

"Thanks for the mess. I'll clean everything quick!" Victor said, then ran to the other end of the room. His small and naked frame jogged to a closet nearby. Bill wanted to fight his restraints but the aching in his groin was too much. His abs throbbed with dull pains.

Victor cleaned up as best he could and turned on the ventilators. They were underground, of this Bill was certain.

"Okay," Victor said with a smile. Man now it stinks a little.

"Good!"

"Hey, be nice," Victor knelt in front and blocked kicks, but Bill was in so much pain, his movements exerted too much energy, add to this his weight problem.

"Yeah they are swelling a little."

"No shit! Ugh!"

Victor hit the aching orbs with a straight punch, Bill spasmed and went limp but was still conscious. Victor grinded his knuckles against Bills balls, pressing them up against his pelvis. Bill dry-heaved some more, hot shock made his tenderized genitals whine for mercy, unaware of what was going on, he went black. Victor stopped and grew worried. Bill hung and drooled from the mouth. He shook Bill and he woke up.

"Wow that was scary," Victor said. Bill did not respond to him, he just darted his eyes around ignoring his captive. Victor took this time to lube up and while Bill was regaining focus, slowly worked his way into the fat boy's butt.

"Ah!"

"Just relax, I can make it good for both of us." He reached down and grabbed Bills penis.

"Did I seriously p-p-pass out?"

"Yeah," Victor said, feeling guilty. "I like how big your balls look now. Why couldn't they be like this normally?"

"Oww…" The violation of his butt wasn't as horrible as he thought it would be. Then again, being caught by surprise wasn't giving him much time to think only feel. He did not waste energy on protesting the intrusion. He tried to enjoy it and was surprised that he was able to.

"Didn't know this could feel good…" Bill muttered.

"See? We are learning so much!"

Victor moved gracefully in and out of his captive. He thrusted swiftly and hugged Bill, trying to display affection while he fucked him. Bill began to leak pre-cum. He moaned and sighed as the stark contrast between pain and pleasure pulsing through his groin was confusing. the pain accentuated the pleasure exquisitely.

"Hold on, I want to get in front." Victor pulled out and walked to face Bill. He then tackled Bill playfully. He wrapped his arms in a brutish hug like a squirrel tackling an overfed pitbull. He quickly reinserted himself into his captive and resumed thrusting. This time, the pelvic slams brought fresh light aches into Bills testicles. He grunted in discomfort but grit his teeth and stuck with it until the end.

Bill's legs fell to the floor with a loud thump, his cock drooled unwillingly.

"How… how much longer?"

"I'm going to go, we can rest up. I'm sure your arms are sore, I got you covered, hold on."

Victor pressed a switch on a wall in the back. The floor below Bill began to raise.

"Whoa what?" All this time, Bill hung over a hidden platform now rising to a halt three feet [~1 m] above ground. Victor jumped on and tied down his captives legs at the ankles. He then worked the arms with minimal effort.

"What now?" Bill hollered impatiently.

"Now, I step on you!" giggled Victor.

"Damn it!"

Victor stood in front of his victim like a triumphant warrior, raised on a platform built for who knows what. He flicked Bills half erect penis upward then stepped on its underside, pressing it against Bills waist. He massaged it then tapped down on it repeatedly with his foot, playing with it like the gas pedal of a car. Slap, slap slap, the sound echoed. This teasing was rather pleasant, so long as Victor did not assault the fat captives tender testicles.

He continued to massage Bill, now fully erect. Whimpers of approval escaped from Bill.

As what has now become a habit, Victor slammed his small foot down on Bill's miserable berries. Hot shock accompanied the slapping sound of soles on a swelled up pouch. Bill cried out and trembled. Victor was careful to not use his heel but the force on such bruised delicates was enough to make his playmate cry for mercy nonetheless. In an effort to tease and tickle his captive, he rubbed his foot into Bills orbs but only conjured up more agony. He stopped and went back to the boys penis, stepping and rubbing. When he tired of standing, he went down for a quick suck to finish him off.

"Okay! We're done here." Victor said.

Bill asked weakly, "Can I just go now?"

"Yep! Here let me get you out of these…"

Victor released the restraints then helped his captive up.

"Well, what'd ya think?" Victor asked, still standing with Bill on the table.

"Let's get down," Bill said. He landed hard and yelped. He then had to need a bit because of the throbbing in his sack.

"What's it like?"

"If I stay still I'm ok. If I move a little, it feels like I'm being flicked over and over but really hard."

"Huh."

"How long before they heal?" Bill couldn't even think about fighting. He submitted entirely to the ordeal and now that it was over he only wondered about recovery.

"Just give it a few days. Maybe a week?"

"Fine. Get my clothes and get me out of here."

"Sure but first, here have a drink."

Bill grabbed Victor then said, "Oh no, I'm walking out of here awake."

"Fine!" Victor smiled. Bill dressed and began his ache-filled walk home.

The End

"Just relax. Breathe. You are in the presence of caring hands."

Hector gently rubbed the small athletic tween's back, massaging the muscles along his neck. He caresses the shapes adoringly. Hector takes his time bouncing the side of his hand in karate-chop fashion along the small back. The boy closes his eyes and sputters a sigh as the hand pounds on him. Hector then moves downward to the lumbar region. He presses his palms flatly on the boy, staring with lustful eyes. It was an honor to be in the presence of what appeared to him as exceptional beauty.

"Breathe deep and embrace the silence of this room," he continued to speak as gently as possible. This was difficult for one with such a heavy voice. He watched the boys face as it rested on a towel, his hands offering extra support. "You are safe here," Hector continued and gently ran fingernails down the center of the boys back. He continued to do this with one arm. The boy shivered. Hector ran his fingers over the boys exposed stretched ribs, allowing them to dance along the soft ridges. Every curve and every touch was a joy. He moved further down.

"You are loved here," he said to the boy who appeared to be breathing much slower now, almost in a meditative state.

Hector was surprised to see such well-defined muscle in this 11 year old. Once puberty hit, this boy would see quite the growth. Of this, Hector was certain. While the growth in muscle would be nice the momentary awkward proportional imbalance of the teenage years would be ill-greeted but not rejected. Hector was thankful to catch this one at the height of his beauty and was certain that at the end of his growing phase he would be quite a handsome man.

He began to massage the back of the boys thighs now. The boy squirmed, alerted by sensitive pleasurable sensations that jolted through his groin and buttocks. "You have impressive muscle along your back and ribs. You truly are a gorgeous thing." He worked the thighs slowly, pushing upward as if he were trying to stuff them into the boy's buttocks. He then pressed downward, flattening the muscle. Up and down, up and down he pressed firmly.

The boy let out a calm sigh, his voice hummed through the air pleasantly.

"Cute toes," Hector said, as he moved down to his feet. He first stroked them like he was petting some sort of animal, applying enough pressure to escape the discomfort of a tickle, yet gentle enough to only excite the boy more. He heard a gasp of pleasure escape from his customer. After a few moments of stroking, he commanded the boy to turn around. The boy obeyed happily and smiled wide. Once again, his customer placed his hands over his head, giving Hector clear view of his body's most sensual curves. Hector darted his eyes across the boy's pits, to the chest and down his belly. He lifted up one of his customer's feet and now pressed with his thumb into the soles, forcing his toes to curl.

"Wow, that is nice," the boy chimed in a soft low voice. He flexed his foot in response to the arousing sensation.

"Enjoy these years, boy. Embrace these feelings. Your body is a beautiful tool capable of great pleasures. Embrace them and share them freely." Hector kissed the boy's right foot and pressed it against his face. He repeated with the left, nuzzling affectionately. He then moved upward toward the twitching erection under the towel. Just as he did with the back, fingers ran down the boy's chest and stomach, tickling and electrifying his skin.

"May I finish this massage with a parting penis rub?" Hector asked.

His customer took a moment to think about it, then decided it was alright.

A satisfied smile stretched Hector's face with wicked strength. He slowly moved his hands up the boy's legs, conscious of his own throbbing penis, it drooled feverishly. He finally grabbed onto the little boner and pumped slowly. He eyed his customer and watched his breath, observing the changes in expression. He pumped and felt it quickly leak pre. Hector rubbed with his index finger the liquid over the boy's penis head. It was a brief intense sensation that made the boy's body jump. He stopped rubbing after the lubing was sufficient and pumped some more, occasionally running a finger around the flared glans of the head, then rubbed the natural lubrication along his frenulum on the foreskin, causing the penis to respond with a violent twitch. Hector jerked harder. He encouraged the boy to concentrate on release. He momentarily slowed things down to prolong the deed. The boy was allowed to lay in the ever building pleasures pulsing through his smooth neat cock.

When Hector tired of stalling, he went to the end, and laughed merrily at the boy's release. Clear liquid shot out in ropes like a squirt gun over his belly and on Hector's hand. Hector cleaned up slowly, rubbing the soft furred towel over the boy and using it to stroke out the last of leaking liquid.

"Okay. You're all done. Your mother already paid for the visit so you can go now."

"I could come here every day!" the customer said.

"No," Hector laughed "the greatest pleasures are best sparsely experienced, lest they lose their magic. Goodbye now!"

"Bye!" The boy stumbled out of the room, skin humming with a warm glow.

The End