Subject: Stan and Unky Matt – Part 18 This story is based on fantasy and doesn’t mean anything about the inclinations of its author or reader. Please donate to if you can and happy reading! Stan and Unky Matt – Part 18 Harry’s Ordeal – Part 1 I woke and was immediately puzzled. I didn’t remember going to sleep. Then I started to remember… Reece had come round… I had cum in his mouth… he’d brought me a beer… I tried to sit up and I couldn’t. As the fog lifted, I realised I was tied to the bed, both arms and both legs fastened. “Oh good,” a voice said, “you’re awake!” Stan! Again. I turned my head to see him and Reece standing there at the side of the bed, both naked and both very obviously erect! Despite myself, I could feel my cock throb. I looked down – I was naked of course. “It’s time for you to pay for the way you treat Reece here. We are going to torture the fuck out of you! Reece will fuck you. I will fist you. You will drink our piss. You will be beaten and whipped. But before we begin… do you want me to wank you off?” I nodded. Stan giggled. He reached into a rucksack he’d brought with him and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves, which he put on. I was a little confused, but not for long. He then pulled out a plastic carrier, from which he grabbed a good handful of stinging nettles. “No,” I said, trying to move away, but helplessly bound, “fucking hell Stan NO!” “It’s going to hurt, but I’m not gonna stop!” He repeated my words back to me. And he grabbed my cock, rubbing the nettles all over. For a blissful moment, it just tickled. Then the pain started. A stinging, hot violent pain all down my shaft. He rubbed the leaves around my cock head and into my balls. I was crying and screaming. I’d never felt pain like it. But he kept going, and he was wanking me. It hurt like hell, but his hands were working their magic too, and with a feral scream of pain I started to shoot my load. It hurt as it came out. My entire crotch was on fire. I risked a look down there – what I could see was red and swollen. Fuck. I put my head back into the pillow, my breathing ragged and shallow. Stan laughed. “Not nice is it? Being hurt?” “Why?” I asked. “Because you haven’t learned. You thought çankaya escort about what I said the other day. And still I come here to find Reece in handcuffs doing as you say!” “But he LIKES it,” I protested, “he loves serving me don’t you Reece?” Reece thought. Stan put his hand on Reece’s shoulder and gave him a nod and a smile. “I…” he began… “I sort of do but I sort of don’t. I’m scared of you. I do what you tell me so you won’t punish me. I do fancy you and I always have but… but you forced me… you just use me… you don’t love me!” I looked at him, my baby cousin, 11 years old and suddenly such a child. And I knew I’d done it all wrong. I’d been so carried away with my desire for him, back when we were 14 and 7, and I’d rushed everything. I got us into a pattern of Reece just doing whatever I wanted. But out of fear. I always knew he was gay, that was obvious with the way he was with me, but I just assumed, or maybe even told myself, that he enjoyed it. But he didn’t. “Oh Reece,” I said, “whatever I’ve done, I DO love you! You drive me crazy. You are a gorgeous boy and I love having sex with you. I… I just didn’t think…” “I do like the sex, Harry,” Reece said, “but… I just wish it wasn’t all about you!” “So what happens now?” I asked, “can you forgive me?” “Maybe,” Reece smiled, “but first, you need to take your punishment. We will torture you. For hours. We will use you in any way we like. We will not stop until we want to stop. If you take it all, I’ll forgive you. And we can start again.” I nodded my understanding. Reece climbed onto me, his legs either side of my head. “Open your faggot pedo mouth and take your baby cousin’s rock hard dick!” My own dick, still indescribably sore, twitched at his order. At his dominance. And I opened my mouth. I’d sucked him before, of course, many times. All pedos, even dominant ones, like to take a boy in their mouth from time to time. But this time, he took control. He pushed his cock in and I started to use my tongue on his head and shaft. He moaned and pushed deeper. He started to fuck my mouth, his cock hitting my tonsils but still too small to enter my throat properly. I lay still with my çankırı escort tongue out and watched him start to pump, the muscles in his body tight and tense as he built up his pleasure. Beside the bed, I could just make out Stan getting some other things out of his rucksack, but I couldn’t make out what they were as my head was facing forwards for Reece’s mouth fuck. “Mmmm yeah, who’s the slave now Harry?” Reece moaned, his sweaty crotch filling my vision and his hard cock filling my mouth. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth and then, with a loud moan, he started to cum. I swallowed it all down and he pulled out. “Feel good cumming in his slave mouth?” Stan asked. “Yeahhhhhh,” Reece purred, still coming down. “Good. Time to torture him some more. Get you nice and hard again so you can fuck him!” I gulped. Stan picked up a metal ruler, the kind used in woodwork when something stronger than plastic was used. With an evil grin, he held it against my ball sac. The metal felt cold against the still stinging flesh. He began to tap, just gently at first, then harder. My balls were being slapped, sending uncomfortable waves through my insides. I cried out and tried to wriggle away, but my movement was totally restricted. WHACK. He hit me hard, right across both nuts. I cried out again, the agony more than I thought I could take. “Shhhhh,” said Stan, “calm down. You’re gonna feel this. Every strike!” He teased me with the ruler, rubbing it against my genitals, giving the pain time to dissipate… then… WHACK WHACK! Twice. Fuck, it was agony. I felt like my guts were on fire. Stan laughed. He took my cock into his hand and started to wank me. My balls still ached, my dick still stung from the nettles, but this boy’s expert fingers knew how to get a man hard. He wanked me slowly and sensually. I started to tense up, feeling a wave of pleasure pain, ready to cum. He stopped. My cock throbbed and twitched helplessly. Then WHACK WHACK WHACK! My hardon deflated as the pain surged through me. I felt sick and dizzy with it. I don’t know if I was screaming or crying, but Stan just stood there beside the bed, wanking his little cock, a grin spread across his face. It took çayyolu escort some time for me to recover myself. “Please…” I said, my voice hoarse, “please no more.” “Oh, there’s loads more,” Reece said, climbing onto the bed and sitting on my chest, “we are going to torture you for HOURS!” I gulped again. “Stan,” Reece said, “go and get the bag of ice cubes from the freezer will you?” “Sure thing, Lord Reece,” Stan giggled. Reece looked back at me, “Remember if I used to say no to you, you used to hold an ice cube against that bit between my arse and my balls? And even when I cried and said I’d do it, you used to tell me I had to wait for it to melt until I’d been punished properly? Well…. now you’re gonna know how that felt.” I just nodded. I knew there was no point arguing or pleading. Stan came back, his hard cock rigid in front of him, and handed Reece the bag. Reece rummaged through, selecting the biggest cube he could find. He held it out for me to see it, then scooted down the bed. He manoeuvred his hand to get just beneath my balls, then a little lower, right against the perineum, he pressed the ice cube to my flesh. I gritted my teeth, trying not to cry out, but it was excruciating. The cold of the ice was burning the super sensitive skin. I started to breathe ragged breaths, really struggling with the sensation. I could feel the wetness of the melting water, so cold against me. “Arrrrggghhhh,” I cried, “please stop!” “Did you stop, Harry?” Reece snarled. “I… no… I didn’t!” “You’ll feel it till it’s all melted! Then maybe next time you’ll do as you’re told! That’s what you used to say.” “Aaarrgghh!” It felt like it took forever for the ice to melt. The burning turned to a stinging, then eventually almost a numbness, which was almost a relief. When it had melted, Reece removed his hand and scooted back up the bed. He held his cock to my mouth and I thought he must have wanted another blowjob. I opened my mouth and he flooded it with piss. It took me by surprise, so I coughed a little and some leaked out. He pinched his dick to stem the flow. “Drink up, pedo!” He ordered. He let loose again and I gulped it down, tasting its salty bitterness. He got off me and Stan replaced him. “Don’t worry, pedo,” he said, reaching back and fondling my dick a little, “I don’t need a piss yet. But I do need my tingles,” I opened my mouth… And we will leave Harry in his predicament. More to come next time. Get in touch at ail Donate to if you can!