Seaside
Student David Shagton was in terrible trouble, in addition to testicle torment. He’d successfully failed his first year examinations at the University of Lancashire, if one could allow the obvious oxymoron. Apparently, his grades had been the lowest ever on record. If it hadn’t been for the power and prestige of his Patron, he’d have been out on his ear. The faculty had recommended rustication, to repeat the year’s studies all over again. However, at Sir Digby Vaillance’s insistence, they’d reluctantly agreed a re-sit at the end of the month. Then the Dean of Psychology had reminded him how well he responded to receipt of the rattan….and a really raw rear.
So as a part of the process, Manitoba Hardcastle had insisted on delivering a daily dose of derrière discipline. It was accompanied by an extra essay once a week, with more whackings as well. He could confirm just how hard The Hard Man hit hineys, and as a result his hurt horribly. But then the man was another alumnus, or Sometime Scholar of St Sticks. Indeed, David’s philandering father had once been his senior fag at the school, way back in Year LXVII….which seemed positively prehistoric.
At the same time, his personal affairs had taken a turn for the worse. Both The Smith Sisters had left him in the lurch, to start a new life together as live-in Lesbian lovers. They’d stated an intention to marry, but he wasn’t at all sure it would be allowed? Although they couldn’t actually fuck, at least not without the assistance of dildos, rather than dicks. Though was it even incest, since they were only half-sisters? But he’d been broken-hearted at their loss, and had cabled his parents to forward his pet rabbits to keep as consolation. He’d renamed them Brenda and Myfanwy, as a memento of happier times.
So he was now living with them as a ménagerie-à-trois....surely this travesty of the truth couldn’t be correct? To take his mind off such matters, he’d decided to take up singing, with a group originally from Egypt’s capital city. The ensemble was an odd one, since they sang seated on the ground, on special matting made of coconut fibre. As a result, they were called the Cairo Coir Choir. Very fucking funny, as the point of this homily was presumably paronomasia? The placement of similar-sounding words for humour or effect, as featured in Grahame’s Guide to Grandiloquisms.
He was presently in predicament bondage, tethered to a tree, with his arms reversed around the tall trunk. For some strange reason it seemed so similar to the woodland around The Dell, though surely this was hundreds of miles away? A Rope Of Rack And Ruin ran from his stretched scrotum to a single plank of wood, balanced on the forest floor. At irregular intervals, macho male motorcyclists would ride over it, sounding their horns whilst upping the agony still further….BEEP “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked. “Sod off, Shagger,” he heard as Richard Sharp saying, even as another approached….BEEP “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as William Shanks did the deed.
“Serves you right for getting me rusticated,” he shouted as he went his way. Fair enough, since this WAS his fault. However, he’d been obliged to admit Iron Will’s failure to take Sex Thrashings on pain of….well, pain. Otherwise it would have been an open-ended caning for him until he confessed the cardinal crimes….BEEP “….AYEEEEE….EEEE….EEEE,” he shrieked as Rat Conman drove very slowly along the plank. “I like this scramble, Shagger,” he said, stopping in the centre, “just as I would have liked Lancashire, however your kind interventions hardly helped….” Oops, “….I eventually ended up in the army, as Private Conran. I’ve brought one of my Officers along with me today, who’ll show you a thing or two.” Most likely this would be nasty…..but then he’d once been one of The Six Nasties of dorm 6N.
With this, he drove away, and relief was a sharp pang for his stretched scrotum. He took several deep breaths, simply to steady his nerves. But it was hardly his fault if the complete cretin had failed to impress Jet Stream. Apparently the Admissions Officer had only offered him three grade A’s, something he’d presumably not achieved? Then again, had he not insulted Digger one evening, by an unguarded reference to the Chancellor as being a geriatric totally out-of-touch elderly idiot, he might have been able to lodge an appeal?
Then he heard the next motorbike, and gritted his teeth….BEEP “….NO,” he gasped as it stopped short of the plank, and a figure wearing black leathers strutted several steps towards him. Uh..huh….it was the Gestapo Guy gear. With increasing worry, he inspected the white shirt with black tie, black tricot tunic with wide leather belt, with its matching black breeches, and black jack-boots. An Officer’s crop and military style peaked black cap completed the not-so pretty picture. Somehow though, his features seemed familiar beneath the goggles? “NO,” he repeated as they were removed, and he saw the Knackerobot of his nightmares.
“Good afternoon, Shagger….” it said in its thin metallic sing-song sounding sort of speech. Clearly, the fearsome beast of fiction and folklore was once again out to get his gonads, “….I’m Captain Crunch….and you can imagine precisely what those will be….?” pretty plain, “….I temporarily took a commission in the army, as Rat may have mentioned….” Ohh, “….so now it’s time for me to take your testicles in hand. I can see your scrotum’s suitably stretched, so it simply remains for me to grasp the gonads good….and job done. Anyway, you won’t be needing them, not after the departure of The Smith Sisters….” how the hell did it know about his personal problems? “….and your pet rabbits won’t know any better….” totally true, “….so here we go….” the cold steel hand flexed its fingers, “….AYEEEEE….EEEE….HEEE,” he shrieked again, even as the forest somehow started to spin. Huge holes appeared in the sky, and the tall trees toppled.
“Ohh,” he moaned as he awoke in bed….and bondage. His arms were shackled, and his ankles ironed. He glanced around, and saw he wasn’t alone in the study. His belovèd Brenda Smith was kneeling between his legs, and holding a pink Rope Of Rack And Ruin. It was connected to his crotch, so clearly she’d been stretching his scrotum, which in turn had helped provide dream fodder. Either side of the bed sat the two other Smiths, each holding pen and paper. All three were starkers, with the exception of Uncle Sam’s long black Sinatra-style laced thigh-boots. It was pretty plain which one would be doing Domme.
“Good morning, Davy,” said his Missus, “glad you’re finally back with us….” so was he, “….as you can see, we’ve two stenographer Smiths this morning….” ha bloody ha, “….AHHH,” he gasped as she pulled him hard, “….so sorry, Bren,” he added politely, since clearly her apparent mind reading skills were working well, “….such Vulgarity. But who, if anyone, is Captain Crunch? It’s not a name with which I’m familiar.” He pursed his lips, sifting through the annals of memory. “It was once a type of American breakfast cereal,” he said at length, “and also, he had something suspect to do with telephones.” She nodded. “Do take careful notes of the knots on your nuts, Davy….” she said, with what also amounted to paronomasia. This was the placement of similar-sounding words for humour or effect, “….since I promised last night I’d show you….” she patted his pulsing penis patronizingly, “….let me do it again.” Fine, “….Ohh,” he moaned as the elasticized cord was temporarily released.
“Stinks taught me how to tie a bowline, Davy,” she said, “normally for use on bollards, rather than bollocks….” as indeed his former Chemistry teacher had stated, “….and he’s right….you don’t need an end….” she made two loops along its length, and then crossed them over, before slipping them back over his balls, “….weren’t you ever a Boy Scout?” He smiled, “No,” he said, “I’d have preferred to be a girl scout, but was much too shy….” SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww….” he gasped as each seated Smith slapped his face, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as his Missus tugged his testicles, which was presumably what she’d been doing at intervals whilst he’d slept? “….very fucking funny, Shagger….” growled Uncle Sam, “….what wonderful wit,” added Miffy Smiffy, “although I agree the part in your dream about the Cairo Coir Choir was quite good. But haven’t you actually built what amounts to the Knackerobot, in your General Studies project?”
He nodded. “Yes, Miff,” he said, “The Knack-AHH-Kade by The Grabber Group gets the gonads good….” he paused, “….but talking of Ropes, how did you get on after I left you, Bren?” She smiled. “Excellently well,” she replied, “I agree it’s incredibly erotic to have one’s tantalizing tits tied tight with a Tits Tube….” he hadn’t noticed a Bunsen Brassière, however he glanced around and saw she and her half-Sister were wearing the suitable souvenirs from Harold Sphinx. Ouch….since each naughty nipple also bore a slim and short rubber band, “….it’s a terrific type of Tease Tube, and Silly’s been happy to help. But then, she was one of The Six Teasers last year….” he shivered slightly, “….she’s been doing Domme with us this morning....” however also hopefully him? “….and you, Davy,” she confirmed. “I’ve never actually known your disciplinary disposition, Silly,” he asked, “could you perhaps put me in the picture?” She nodded. “I nudge ninedy to thirdy, Shagger….” nine dozen to three, “….obviously in the direction of Domination.” With those boots, there’d been little doubt.
“We’ll make a second suitable start,” she said, as she set down her pen and paper, “if you could kindly shift yourself, Bren….?” his Missus duly did so, and she took her place, “….Shagger can take a time of tool teasing….” she gave a grin, “….I’ve already teased two twats for half an hour….” she had? “….which was whilst you were still asleep….” Ohh, “….I only stopped stroking their slits when you started dreaming….and talking….” she sniggered suddenly, “….which was when your Missus put the bowline on your bollocks. It was amazing how your brain managed to make the external stimulation of scrotum stretching into the narrative….” it was GOOD, he had to agree, “….fascinating fun, and I’ll sort out a transcript of all your ramblings some time today. It’ll give me some time off from A-Level revision work. Alas, I’ve still three exams left to do next week….how about you guys?”
He smiled. “I’ve only two….” he said, with what amounted to real relief, “….my Biology practical on Tuesday, and Applied Maths on Thursday, and then I’m done.” Although it would be more a case of being done in. “We’ve both two more, too,” put in Miffy Smiffy. “Didn’t put yourself down for the Special Paper in Maths, Shagger….?” asked Uncle Sam, however he shook his head, “….I don’t see why not, since nobody can fail them. The grades are simply Distinction, Merit or Unclassified.” True, but in his case it would have been a pretty pointless procedure. “I’m in enough trouble as it is to pass the proper ones, Silly,” he replied, “let alone voluntarily putting my head in a noose for another.”
There were three girlish giggles. “Some Snuff Stuff can always be arranged again, bad boy,” said his Missus, “like last night in Stinks’ study….” oo..er, yes, MA’AM, “….the slight strangulation sex was seriously stimulating….to us both, it seemed….?” he nodded, “….Harold will put the pretty pictures we took of you almost breathing your last into The Camera Club as he promised.” Thanks a bunch, but the special Shagger Section would just be a little larger as a result. Still, there was no such thing as bad publicity. “I really hadn’t realized one could do many things with rubber, Bren,” said Uncle Sam, “so I’ll have to ask him for a similar session sometime soon. We can term it a type of tutorial….and I can sample some Snuff Stuff too. I can understand why one has to be quite careful, otherwise a promising University career may stop even before it starts, if you see?”
He did indeed and pursed his lips in thought, as parts of his recent dream broke. “It appears mine wasn’t particularly promising,” he said, “as you doubtless heard, I failed my first year exams and was rusticated….clearly areas of stress. Here I am, trying desperately hard to get A-Levels out of my hair, and already my brain is worried about what’s next….if anything. Obviously it might all be academic….nor rather not-so….” what wit, “….if I don’t pass them in the first place. But where are you hoping to head, Silly?” he asked after this homily. “Lancashire,” she replied, with a slight smile.
“Really?” he asked, “I hadn’t heard. I suppose you’re aware it’s our intention to attend there too?” She nodded. “Yes,” she replied, “as a ménage-à-trois, if I have it right? Though I fear your chances are better than mine, if I understand the matter correctly? Apparently due to a certain amount of pull, you all ended up with offers of three grade E’s….?” there were three neat nods, “….mine’s three D’s. Though I think Dr Jedediah Strim liked the look of me….” or more likely, her looks….and perhaps the possibility of poking pussy? But then, he’d been a Cunt Casanova in his time of tutelage at St Sticks. Surely he could spot a serious slut when he saw one? “….since he’d said at the start of the interview how three C’s was standard. But is it true you’ve some sort of spanking sessions set up as a quid pro quo somewhere along the line?”
This time there were three smiles. “Who’d like to tell her?” he asked. “Sir Digby Vaillance is Davy’s Patron,” his Missus confirmed, “and indeed sent the word down from on high from his exalted position as Chancellor. However apparently it made little difference, since Fuck Me Senseless and Relay had already done most of the ground work….” with many thanks to the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless and his firm friend Raymond Lee, “….so Jet Stream had already taken to him,” Myfanwy Smith continued, “even before his arrival. Really, he didn’t even need to attend the interview….although I understand it was quite funny when the Admissions Secretary wound up Rat Conman.”
He nodded. “Anne Tee,” he said, “who’s the Officer’s open-Wife….” a beautiful Bird, who rather reminded him of The SS,, “….VERY open, since I….well, upped the ante a little later….” thus annoying Matthew Conran even more, “….but as for the spanking sessions, it’s so, and a part of the Reciprocal Exchange. Assuming we make the grades, we’ll all be visiting The Tell-tale Tit on occasion together with the noble knight. Despite its name, it’s a No Tell hotel. It’ll be some swishing sessions for me, and also some subsequent screwing with the Smith Sisters. He’s not a bi boy or a gay guy, so he’ll be beating my bottom, but not buggering me about.” She smiled slightly.
“Is there any way I might muscle in on the ménage?” she asked, “since it’s quite clear we all get along VERY well together….and after all, my name is Smith, too? I wouldn’t get in your way too much….honest, guv’nor….” she winked once, “….make it Governesses, gals….since I’m aware you’re both sixdy-sixdy switches….” six dozen to the gross, and even-steven, “….although as you know, I’m into all manner of orgies, and my personal poking preferences are threesomes and Awesome Foursomes at the very minimum….” so she’d once said to him in the Undercroft. It had been before the Initiation ceremony for his membership of The Camera Club, “….so I wouldn’t be under your feet for a lot of the time….” although they might well be under hers, if they took a trample or two? “….you probably weren’t aware of this, Shagger, but I was one of The L♀♀se Ladies along with Miff in dorm 5L ….” he wasn’t, but it was absolutely apt, “….however both of us needed career changes at the close of Year LXXXVII. Neither of us were likely Lasses for The Six Lezzies….” which was why she’d gone to dorm 6T, whereas Miffy Smiffy had progressed to 6A. Both had been the loosest of loose Ladies.
“You’ll have to fall a whole lot further to rival Annie in terms of debauchery,” he said, “since she runs what she’s pleased to call Upping The Ante evenings during term. She takes twelve tools at a time….undergrads on Mondays, postgrads on Wednesdays, and Staff on Fridays.” She licked her lips, and seemed impressed, despite her own statements of sin. “I always liked the look of Lancashire,” she said, “and more so now, since it seems there’s a surfeit of screwing. Do you think I might improve my chances of success by offering my complete lack of virtue to our newest school Governor?”
He nodded. “Certainly it won’t do any harm,” he agreed, “since Digger enjoys screwing sluts in his study. However as you may have heard, I’ve helped him with a number of so-called fact-finding evenings. We’ve played In The Pink, and afterwards he’s….well, helped himself by humping harlots. You could always tell yourself it was some sort of insurance….were you looking for reasons to justify it….?” although he doubted this was the case, “….but as for our proposed ménage, I’m happy to give it a whirl. However, I wouldn’t want to put my lovely Ladies on the spot, if they’d like to give it some thought.” There were two smiles. “After everything we did together earlier, Davy….I’m up for it….” said his Missus, “….and me,” muttered Miffy Smiffy,
“I especially enjoy having my twat and tits teased terribly….and I love the tiny naughty nipple bands….” she suddenly stroked herself where she shouldn’t, “….Bren and I have similar ones on our clits, as you’ll see shortly….” yes, please, “….it’s pretty plain Silly’s an absolute expert in all sorts of sports….” sinful ones, he supposed? “….so the more the merrier.” He smiled, since the deviant decision seemed duly done and dusted. “I’ll leave the Rope Of Rack And Ruin tying you tightly,” she said, “since a stretched scrotum is so much more supremely sensitive….” indeed it was, “….you can be my balls bulb boy, simply for starters. I’ve already made these two terrors my boobs bulb bitches.”
Something else he’d managed to miss, and he’d have enjoyed watching the wanton wicked wench at work. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he moaned as she squeezed his scrotum soundly, the same as an old-fashioned motor car horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added with the sickly sort of smile which was required in such circumstances. It was similar to the so-called swishees’ smirk. “Now we’ll have some soft scratching….” she flexed her fingers, “….two fingernails taken to the testicles, then one to the tool.” It promptly pulsed in anticipation of the attention. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….” he moaned as she scratched beneath and between both balls, “….UHHH….UHHH….” he added as she similarly stroked his straining shaft, “….UHHHHHH….Stop It I Like It,” he gasped as his most supremely sensitive spot was suddenly and stimulated strongly.
Seemingly hours later according to his wall clock, it was 6.48am, and he was soaked with sweat. She’d edged him endlessly, and always stopped short of spunking. This was what teasers always did, something he’d found out often enough with Victim nights in dorm 6T. For their part, the Smith Sisters had spent most of the time rolling around on the floor in the sixdy-nine position, pleasing each other’s pussies and tweaking each other’s tits. So many favourite and firm female friends did this together, and it was also a twin thing. The Terriers were two such, however he’d once caught out his own Mother and Jeanette Diamond. None of them were Bi Babes, let alone lovely Lezzies.
“I think it’s safe to say you’re sufficiently stimulated, Shagger,” she said wryly, “so now we’ll have some action with us all. I’m sure you can achieve some anal attention for Miff….” he nodded, “….if Bren can kindly tie the cord around her waist, bend forward humbly, and do me with a strap-on dildo head-harness?” Both Smiths stood up, slightly shakily. “Yes….MA’AM,” they muttered, more or less in unison, as Uncle Sam strode across to his back wall, and selected a suitable specimen. His Missus slipped it over her head, and tied it tight. Her Superior stood smilingly, with her hands on hips and legs spread. “Ahhh,” he gasped as she bent forward, and the cord stretched his scrotum again. “I’ll take another step backwards,” said Ursula Smith, “which should make the tension in his testicles about right.” For what? “AHHH….me balls,” he shouted.
“Just nice,” she confirmed nastily, “now fuck my fancy, Bren.” Then Myfanwy Smith jack-knifed onto the bed, and reversed her rear up to his face. Uh..huh….since now he could see her clitoris, bearing a tiny rubber band as she’d said. It was engorged, so obviously she was enjoying the erotic experience. However, her pussy wasn’t on his immediate agenda….only an adorable arse. “Uhhh,” she moaned, “Shagguhhhh.” She HAD been one of The Six Arses Licked the previous year. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as his scrotum was stretched whilst Ursula Smith was screwed soundly.
Surely Michelangelo had it right about the agony and the ecstasy? But more often it was the fella for the former, whilst the fun-filled floozy the latter. “I’m cumming, Missus,” moaned Uncle Sam, “don’t stop….UHHH….yess….YESS….” so, it seemed, was Miffy Smiffy “….Shagguhhhh….UHHH….yess….YESS….YESS.” So success in every packet. “We’ll just do it again a few times,” said Ursula Smith, “and then the Sisters can change places. Though I daresay Missus would prefer a pleased pussy.” Almost a given.
The time was 7.11am before he’d finally finished on her fancy, and his Missus had managed four complete cums. ‘Uhhh….Davy,’ she moaned more than once, ‘bite it….uhhh….you know I’m a pussy pain slut.’ He’d bitten her banded clitoris, and she’d cum at once. Now he watched whilst she jack-knifed off the bed, and saw Miffy Smiffy taking off the head-harness. “I’ll want Shagger’s shaft shortly,” said Uncle Sam, “which we’ll do under cuckold conditions. Both Sisters can sit on the seats, whilst watching and wanking. Tie the cord around your waists, and make sure his scrotum stays stretched….” thanks a bunch, “….but first he can have the harness, since it’ll similarly show him who’s Superior.” Yes, MA’AM….as she strapped it on him, and climbed onto the bed. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as she poked her pussy, “FUCK….this won’t take very long….” hardly surprising, with such a totally turned-on twat, “….YESS….” would once be enough? “….UHHH….UHHH….YESS….YESS,” So the immediate answer was No, it wouldn’t.
It was a further six cums later before she lifted herself off. He glanced either side to see both Smiths still stroking their slits, with idyllic expressions on their faces. Clearly, they weren’t concerned about being cuckolded like this. “All right, Shagger,” she growled, “the time of teasing’s finished, and you can finally fuck a fancy….” thank goodness, “….you seem to have leaked a lot of liquid, although I can’t imagine why….” try taking testicle torment, my dear, “….for the fitting finale, I want both sluts to stand and step backwards, whilst Shagger spunks. I always find the fellas offer a really strong set of spurts….with me in the Superior style. Do feel free to tell me how inferior you are….as a mere male.” He’d be happy to do so, as she removed the head-harness, and set it onto the bedside cabinet.
Then she shimmied down his body. “Uhhh….uhhh….” he moaned as she teased his tool with her twat, “….uhhh….uhhh….mercy Ma’am….uhhh….put me out of my misery, Ma’am.” There were three girlish giggles. “Perhaps he should have some slight strangulation, too,” she muttered. It wasn’t quite what he’d meant….although maybe it might have been, since Snuff Stuff did have a spot inside his sinful psyche. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as her slit slithered down his straining shaft. She was so wet, there was hardly any friction from the fuck. “AHHH….AHHH,” he shouted as the Smith Sisters simultaneously stretched his scrotum. “UHHH….I’m a worthless wanker….UHHH….and utterly unworthy of a place inside your personable pussy….UHHH….MA’AM,” he moaned as she humped him hard.
Then she leaned forward, and put her hands around his neck. “Goodbye, Shagger,” she said, with an especially evil grin, “UHHH….MA’AM….I deserve to die discretely for doing you disgracefully with my distended dick….UHHH….MA’AM….” would Dr Diablo Saturn be waiting in his sulphurous study? Or possibly Dr arboretum Bough, who was also out to get him? “….as a pathetic panty pervert….UHHH….URSULA….UHHHK….I’m innately and incredibly inferior….UHHHK….” her hands tightened, and he felt his breathing restricted, “….OMG….I’m cumming….AHHH,” he shouted as his scrotum was suddenly seriously stretched, “….YESS….AYEEEEE….YESS….EEEE.” Then there was no more.
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