The Whipping

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The WhippingThe WhippingBy Denuded Man-berriesI can’t believe what I just saw. I don’t know how I feel right now; it’s strange. I’m frightened but a little aroused and I am ashamed about it. The poor guy—-I don’t know how he got there but I think he was being punished for some reason. I was so scared I couldn’t say anything or try to stop what they were doing to him.I woke up lost and was trying to find a way out of these dark halls. There had been nothing but locked doors everywhere until one I found was ajar and I thought I could hear yelling. I followed the sound and could tell pretty quick someone was screaming in pain.I found the room where the noise was coming from and could see it was very well lit in there and it was a good sized room. I forgot that I was looking for a way out, so curious was I about the reason for the screaming. I was afraid to go in or make a sound so I peaked through the open door to see what was happening. As I got closer I heard two other voices, laughing, and what sounded like …whipping…Oh god, when I saw what they were doing to that poor guy I almost cried out myself. He must have done something really bad or the two women with the whips were crazy and captured him, hard to say; and I was so frightened and frozen in place at what I saw I didn’t think there would be any way I could help him.He was stripped completely nude and was laying on his back on a bench with his wrists shackled and his feet and legs were free. The two women with the whips, one tall and wearing a black business suit and a stylish bob haircut and the other was wearing a polyester pant suit with a floral top with curlers in her hair and a cigarette in her mouth.They each had whips, at least I think they were whips, they had multiple strings of leather coming out of a handle. It seemed like the tall one was teaching the one karabağlar escort in curlers how to whip the guy. He kept howling every time they lashed his naked skin.“You have to spread your legs, slave!” Said the tall one and she checked the tension of a chain that ran from a frame that was attached to the bench to two slats of wood, about a foot long and maybe two inches wide, that were bolted together around his balls, stretching his scrotum up above his body as he lay on the bench.His scrotum was stretched a good five or six inches out from his body and he kept thrusting his pelvis up to ease the tension on his sac. It seemed that lying down flat stretched his balls almost too much. That alone would be a bad enough situation to be in without adding the fact that the tall woman was teaching the woman in curlers how to whip this poor guy’s protracted nuts!Oh god, I winced and shuddered with every strike and so did the guy. He was slapping his bare feet on the floor and writhing as he screamed. They were striking him right between where the wood had his balls pulled to the end of his sac and where his scrotum was attached to his crotch!“Take it, slave, take this whipping,” the tall one whacked his stretched flesh and his butt rose up off the bench and he screamed and lifted one leg to protect himself. “Put your leg down, sissy!”“Yeah,” said Curlers and she reached out with her hand and gripped his stretched sac in her fist and shook it around. The chains rattled and he called out a surprised yelp as she did so.Tall One leaned toward her student and quietly said, “We don’t touch the slave’s genitals with anything but the whip.”“Oh I’m so sorry,” Curlers apologized.“That’s no problem, you are here to learn and I am very patient with my pupils, honey. Just try it again, but with the whip this time.”Curlers karabağlar escort bayan reached way back with both hands on the whip and put some real effort into her swing and cracked his stretched sac hard! He screamed very loudly that time and started crying a little and thrusted his pelvis up hard to relieve the tension.“Your swing needs to be smoother and not so hard. We want this to last for a while so we can’t go overboard on him too much. Also, if you keep hitting him that hard his balls might come off. We want it to be a vicious whipping but we also want him to take it for a while.”“Oh ok, like this then?” Curlers ashed her cigarette and tried again with one hand this time. It was a smoother stroke and not as hard as the last one but definitely got a cry from him as he slapped his soles frantically on the floor.“Like that?”“Yes, that’s much better,” then Tall One leaned in and addressed their victim, “was that better, slave?” He didn’t seem to know what to say. “It was better wasn’t it? That’s why you are begging for more, right? Say, ‘please whip my balls some more, mistress!’” He uttered confused sounds in between frenzied panting, as if he were trying to process her order, “Say you love it!”He just whimpered more unintelligible sad sounds, which only seemed to anger her. “SAY YOU LOVE IT!” And she cracked him across his balls sticking out of the bolted wood slats. He screamed, “Owwww! I love it!”“Do you,” she yelled back at him right in his face, “You love it and you want more? Is that what you said? You want more? Say it! More! More!”After a few seconds of frenzied panting he said “I want more, I want more…” pathetically. He hadn’t answered right away so Curlers saw her opportunity; she grabbed his stretched scrotum again and made a fist around the stretched part under the escort karabağlar bolted slats, “Your mistress asked you a question.“Remember, darling, no touching the slave,” she gently reminded her student. “Oh sorry, I just keep wanting to grab his damned balls,” Curlers replied with a flick of her cigarette.“Now, slave, where were we? Oh yes, you were begging us for more whipping, right? RIGHT?”“Y-y-yes..,” the guy sounded understandably unsure about it.“Ya wan more, huh?” Curlers reared back for another strike.“That’s it, go ahead and give it to him then, whenever you’re ready,” Tall One assured her. As the smoking woman in floral print polyester blouse and curlers paused, ready to strike, the look of fear in his eyes was enough to scare me as well. Curlers surprisingly came across his protruded genitals from the other direction and he cried out again. His poor penis was soft and flapped about when Curlers landed the blow. “Oh god, OWWWW!”“You said you wanted more,” Tall One taunted him, “You do, right? I can’t hear you!”“Yes I want more,” he whimpered. They both busted out laughing and hit his purple balls from above at the same time. He screamed again, “OH GOD!”“Take it!” Tall One ordered the guy.Curlers then crushed her cigarette out on the floor and started whipping his nuts repeatedly. He was furiously slapping both his feet on the floor now and writhing about so much it looked like he was literally swinging from his own ball sac. That’s when I felt my growing erection and looked away.I leaned my back against the hallway wall and clenched my eyes shut listening to his screaming. God that slapping sound of his bare feet on the concrete floor really tickled something in me every time he did it. I was horrified at the sounds of the whipping and screaming but the futile smacking of his bare feet on the hard floor kept repeating in my head and my cock was throbbing. God his helplessness the humiliation and his poor balls!I decided I had better keep looking for a way out or they would have me by my balls next. I could hear them laughing more and his screaming got louder as I tip toed down the hall clutching my erection in shame.?