Post by Dale on Aug 30, 2005 23:20:50 GMT -5
Hi everyone,
Here's a story I thought you might all enjoy.
Great!
Part One:
In the pale morning light, a figure leaves his London flat and hurries through the early morning, the Sun has still to rise above the London skyline, in the distance grey towerblocks and even greyer houses, line the street as the figure dressed in jeans and button shirt, carrying a long thing black bag over one shoulder, a camera swings from his right arm.
Hurrying along the quiet street, the figure crosses the empty main road and walks along a well trodden path, which leads him away from the grey houses and quiet streets, and into a large area of parkland.
His destination is a few minutes ahead, along the path, up through the ring of trees, and across into the long grass and amongst the wiry and dark flowering bushes, which cover the parkland.
The figure reaches his spot, a semi-circular and tightly packed collection of bushes, with a few small trees dotted around. A single short path enables him to view the interior, and standing within the centre, a good view of the surrounding area can be seen.
Too early for dog walkers, too early for the men who stand amongst the bushes, looking for a quick thrill, or brief encounter amongst the grass. He drops the long bag onto the ground, and kneels down, out of view. Carefully he stands up, erecting the black tripod, and placing the camera into it’s portrait position. He knows this spot well, and has markings for the place of each of the three extended legs. On top sits the camera, with film loaded.
Reading his light meter, 90th of a second at f4, not good, not good yet, must wait a little longer, wait for the sun to climb, wait for more light. He focuses the lense on his chosen spot and looks around for early risers.
He unbuttoned his shirt which hung loose across his body, he pulled the leather belt from his jeans, and lay it on the ground between the spread legs of the tripod. Pushing of his shoes, he also unbuttoned the faded blue jeans, but kept the top button fastened until he was ready to work.
Sunlight pushed it’s way through the branches of the trees, the grass lightened and checking his light meter, he was ready to start taking his naturist photographs.
Part Two: MY STORY
The camera’s self timer blinked, counting down the seconds, then click-wizz, the shutter opens for a fraction of a second. I stood bare chested, the shirt lay on the ground, I stared into the lense, with hands on hips. Once more the camera blinked, this time I quickly pulled open my jeans, exposing the genitals. Click-wizz, for several minutes I stood, using different poses, naked now, the jeans thrown aside. Cock and Balls thrust toward the lense, forcing my balls to the bottom of the shaved sac. Click-wizz, frame after frame.
The first roll of film slowly rewound, as I quickly put both my jeans and shirt back on, I changed from Portrait to landscape view, refocused the lense, and changed the film. Once more I stood bare chested as the camera continued in it’s quiet blinking way to capture slices of time, shades of light. I sat upon the ground, my sac resting on the grass, my cock hung to the right. With legs bent at the knees, I breathed in and smiled at the lense, click-wizz.
The faded jeans had several holes developing around the crotch, a four inch slice ran along the fabric seam. I took several pictures, sitting on the ground with my knees bent, the soft pink skin of my scrotum, pushed against this open fabric. I planned to carefully pull my left testicle through the hole and pull it down, as the camera continued on it’s work.
The second roll of film finished, again I quickly dressed, changed position, and refocused the lense. This time I wore only a black pair of tight fitting Calvin Klein underwear. I stood between the branches of one tree, with flowering bushes in the background, again I posed, naked and stretched out my arms and legs, click-wizz. I turned around, my shoulders, back, arms, legs, and backside in the frame, and between my wide spread legs, I forced both my testicles to the bottom of the sac, which hung between both cheeks of my ass. My limp cock hung to one side, click-wizz.
The third film rewound as I knelt on the ground, looking through the camera view finder, I heard voices and quickly turned round, being dressed in my jeans, open shirt, I saw two men not standing more than six feet away from me. They had slowly closed on my position, they had seen the tripod, and then saw me. They decided to introduce themselves
Part Three: BUSTED
I stood and greeted them, they talked slow, with a menacing tone, “you like pictures-you like pictures of your ass”. I tried to explain that being a Naturist I wanted to picture myself in such a setting. They smiled to eachother and one of the two rushed toward me. A rough struggle started, I tried to escape, but the man held me around the neck, attempting to strangle me. Several minutes passed we rolled on the grass, the camera and tripod knocked to the ground. I punched him in the face, he kneed me hard in the ribs, and then a strange pain, enveolped me, my hands reached to my groin, which had just received a hard kick from behind, during the struggle on the ground. The pain filled every part of my body, tears rolled down my face, I curled up into a ball, with both hands protecting my crotch, my balls from further attacks.
Laughing the two men stood, as I lay groaning and twisting on the ground. Through gritted teeth I cried “what do you want”. Ooh said the man who delivered the kick to my genitals, “we just want to have some fun-that all-just get our cocks sucked. Slowly the pain receded and I stood up, “Now that’s good, take off those jeans-we want to see that ass” one of them said.
Knowing I could not escape, and having seen nobody else to ask for help, I slowly unbuttoned and slid the jeans down to the ground. “Good-very good-come over here” I had stood in the shadows while I undressed, but my two captors wanted to examine their prize, in full daylight.
I walked towards one of them, he told me to place my hands on my head, and spread my legs “so we can get a good look at you-ooh ooh-my”, the man reached out his hand and cupped my testicles, his warm fingers soothed the cold pain which still ran through my body. He looked to his friend “these are a fine pair of balls-when did you last empty these”. He continued to feel my orbs, he pushed the tissue between his fingers, and squeezed my right ball.
I answered truthfully, “my balls have not been emptied for ages-when I next cum-it will be huge”.
Both men seemed pleased with this reply and the one who kicked me, sat on the ground, with his legs spread wide, he ordered me to “get down and suck”. I stood between his spread legs, and knelt down, he quickly shifted his left leg, and patted his crotch, smiling.
I am naked, kneeling and bending forward, his left leg positioned between both of mine, I know his foot or lower leg can easily connect with my testicles, which sway heavy below in the sac. Somewhere behind me, the other man, I am fearful of what he has planned for my genitals. I unbutton the mans dark jeans, he lifts his ass from the ground as I pull the jeans and underwear down.
Between the legs, springs a semi erect penis, it’s length increases as he orderes me to “take hold of my balls-squeeze my balls”. I reach under his scrotum and pull the two large and heavy eggs within, they are firm, and feel hard to the touch, not soft as mine do. The man orderes me to “kiss my balls-lick and suck-my balls”. I do this, knowing he could at anytime lift his leg, or foot and deliver a second blow to my hanging testicles. I hear him say “eat my balls-get them both in your mouth”. I suck his scrotum, the left orb slides into my mouth, and I take hold of his right orb, with my mouth wide open, the right orb pushes past my teeth, and rests under my tongue.
My mouth is full, his large balls are being washed by my saliva, which runs down the side of my face. His erect penis throbbing, I see glistening pre cum, oozing from the eye. I release his balls from my mouth, and straighten my back as I dribble saliva onto the ground.
The man leans on his elbows, looking down at his left leg, the foot, and my balls. He bends his left knee, and pulls his foot upwards, just enough to maintain contact with my scrotum. I feel the toe of his boot, rocking against the underside of my sac.
He smiles at me, as his foot continues to knock painfully against my testicles, he ordered me to “Suck and do not stop-if I want my balls to continue working”. With that threat, he connected hard against my right ball, which hangs lower that left. I cried out in pain, again he impacted hard on the painful orb and said “suck it-suck it good”. I gripped his erect penis and slid the glistening cock between my lips, and sucked for what seems an eternity, I suck his cock, which throbs and pulses. I hold his balls with one hand, steadying myself on the ground with the other.
The man starts to thrust his hips forward, forcing the cock towards my throat, his full balls, no longer slack in my palm, now tighten and I watch as the orbs move and push within their sac. The man starts to make a huffing-panting sounds and I know he is about the blow, each heavy testicle emptied into my mouth.
It happens, a rush of nerves tingling sensation and then release, my mouth fills with the salty hot liquid, there is so much , it forces between my teeth, lips and drips from my chin. The balls continue to empty, the man shouts “swallow-swallow you fuck-or I will cut your balls off”. Another wave of cum floods into my full and bursting mouth, I have no space, no more, no more, and then I swallow, I swallow it all, and cry out in pain, as the man kicks my balls.
Three times he slams his foot into my soft orbs, he kicks them hard against my body. I cry out and roll over clutching my scrotum, his boot kicks against me as I try protecting my precious testicles.
The man now spent, buttons his jeans and stands above me, I am kneeling with my balls in my hands, tears flowing down my face, I struggle to see what is happening around me. The second man tells me get my jeans on. Thinking this nightmare is finished I slowly stretch out on the grass and painfully pull on the jeans, which slowly cover my aching testicles.
Minutes later I am standing in front of the second man, he smiles and says “well now it is my turn-I see you have a whole in those jeans, big enough for a cock, big enough for those lovely balls to be on display I think”. I knew straight away what I had to do, and sat down on the grass, my legs spread wide, struggling to get my balls through the whole in my jeans. I said to both men “I am sorry but this whole is not large enough, I can’t get one ball through here-never mind two.
The man looked to the sky thoughtfully, “well let me have a look at this”.
He knelt between my spread legs and pushed two fingers through the fabric, searching for my eggs. His fingers seized upon my left ball, and roughly pulled the sac, with testicle attached through the whole. I was ordered to stand up, and fasten my jeans properly, tuck in my shirt.
I did this, while my left ball hung, firmly secured against the fabric, unable to rise safely. The pain was constant but bearable, the man reached out and took hold of my exposed ball.
He rubbed it, squeezed it, knelt down and licked the orb, before sucking it into his mouth and closed his teeth across the orb, he bit down hard, I could feel the ball compress and change shape, as he continued to bite at my testicle I tried to pull away but heard his voice, telling me to “take the pain, don’t move, or I will bite it off”.
Moments seem like minutes, seem like hours, as I stood there crying in pain, as the man continued to bite down on my left ball. With his tongue pushing, he forced my pain filled and I was sure damaged testicle, through his gritted teeth, and safely out of his mouth. The pain was amazing, I fell unconscious.
I awoke some time later, my tripod and camera lay on the grass, I slowly pulled down my jeans and examined my testicles, which painful to touch, but felt intact.
I packed away my gear and headed home, it was a long time before I went walking in the woods again.
The End.
Here's a story I thought you might all enjoy.
Great!
Part One:
In the pale morning light, a figure leaves his London flat and hurries through the early morning, the Sun has still to rise above the London skyline, in the distance grey towerblocks and even greyer houses, line the street as the figure dressed in jeans and button shirt, carrying a long thing black bag over one shoulder, a camera swings from his right arm.
Hurrying along the quiet street, the figure crosses the empty main road and walks along a well trodden path, which leads him away from the grey houses and quiet streets, and into a large area of parkland.
His destination is a few minutes ahead, along the path, up through the ring of trees, and across into the long grass and amongst the wiry and dark flowering bushes, which cover the parkland.
The figure reaches his spot, a semi-circular and tightly packed collection of bushes, with a few small trees dotted around. A single short path enables him to view the interior, and standing within the centre, a good view of the surrounding area can be seen.
Too early for dog walkers, too early for the men who stand amongst the bushes, looking for a quick thrill, or brief encounter amongst the grass. He drops the long bag onto the ground, and kneels down, out of view. Carefully he stands up, erecting the black tripod, and placing the camera into it’s portrait position. He knows this spot well, and has markings for the place of each of the three extended legs. On top sits the camera, with film loaded.
Reading his light meter, 90th of a second at f4, not good, not good yet, must wait a little longer, wait for the sun to climb, wait for more light. He focuses the lense on his chosen spot and looks around for early risers.
He unbuttoned his shirt which hung loose across his body, he pulled the leather belt from his jeans, and lay it on the ground between the spread legs of the tripod. Pushing of his shoes, he also unbuttoned the faded blue jeans, but kept the top button fastened until he was ready to work.
Sunlight pushed it’s way through the branches of the trees, the grass lightened and checking his light meter, he was ready to start taking his naturist photographs.
Part Two: MY STORY
The camera’s self timer blinked, counting down the seconds, then click-wizz, the shutter opens for a fraction of a second. I stood bare chested, the shirt lay on the ground, I stared into the lense, with hands on hips. Once more the camera blinked, this time I quickly pulled open my jeans, exposing the genitals. Click-wizz, for several minutes I stood, using different poses, naked now, the jeans thrown aside. Cock and Balls thrust toward the lense, forcing my balls to the bottom of the shaved sac. Click-wizz, frame after frame.
The first roll of film slowly rewound, as I quickly put both my jeans and shirt back on, I changed from Portrait to landscape view, refocused the lense, and changed the film. Once more I stood bare chested as the camera continued in it’s quiet blinking way to capture slices of time, shades of light. I sat upon the ground, my sac resting on the grass, my cock hung to the right. With legs bent at the knees, I breathed in and smiled at the lense, click-wizz.
The faded jeans had several holes developing around the crotch, a four inch slice ran along the fabric seam. I took several pictures, sitting on the ground with my knees bent, the soft pink skin of my scrotum, pushed against this open fabric. I planned to carefully pull my left testicle through the hole and pull it down, as the camera continued on it’s work.
The second roll of film finished, again I quickly dressed, changed position, and refocused the lense. This time I wore only a black pair of tight fitting Calvin Klein underwear. I stood between the branches of one tree, with flowering bushes in the background, again I posed, naked and stretched out my arms and legs, click-wizz. I turned around, my shoulders, back, arms, legs, and backside in the frame, and between my wide spread legs, I forced both my testicles to the bottom of the sac, which hung between both cheeks of my ass. My limp cock hung to one side, click-wizz.
The third film rewound as I knelt on the ground, looking through the camera view finder, I heard voices and quickly turned round, being dressed in my jeans, open shirt, I saw two men not standing more than six feet away from me. They had slowly closed on my position, they had seen the tripod, and then saw me. They decided to introduce themselves
Part Three: BUSTED
I stood and greeted them, they talked slow, with a menacing tone, “you like pictures-you like pictures of your ass”. I tried to explain that being a Naturist I wanted to picture myself in such a setting. They smiled to eachother and one of the two rushed toward me. A rough struggle started, I tried to escape, but the man held me around the neck, attempting to strangle me. Several minutes passed we rolled on the grass, the camera and tripod knocked to the ground. I punched him in the face, he kneed me hard in the ribs, and then a strange pain, enveolped me, my hands reached to my groin, which had just received a hard kick from behind, during the struggle on the ground. The pain filled every part of my body, tears rolled down my face, I curled up into a ball, with both hands protecting my crotch, my balls from further attacks.
Laughing the two men stood, as I lay groaning and twisting on the ground. Through gritted teeth I cried “what do you want”. Ooh said the man who delivered the kick to my genitals, “we just want to have some fun-that all-just get our cocks sucked. Slowly the pain receded and I stood up, “Now that’s good, take off those jeans-we want to see that ass” one of them said.
Knowing I could not escape, and having seen nobody else to ask for help, I slowly unbuttoned and slid the jeans down to the ground. “Good-very good-come over here” I had stood in the shadows while I undressed, but my two captors wanted to examine their prize, in full daylight.
I walked towards one of them, he told me to place my hands on my head, and spread my legs “so we can get a good look at you-ooh ooh-my”, the man reached out his hand and cupped my testicles, his warm fingers soothed the cold pain which still ran through my body. He looked to his friend “these are a fine pair of balls-when did you last empty these”. He continued to feel my orbs, he pushed the tissue between his fingers, and squeezed my right ball.
I answered truthfully, “my balls have not been emptied for ages-when I next cum-it will be huge”.
Both men seemed pleased with this reply and the one who kicked me, sat on the ground, with his legs spread wide, he ordered me to “get down and suck”. I stood between his spread legs, and knelt down, he quickly shifted his left leg, and patted his crotch, smiling.
I am naked, kneeling and bending forward, his left leg positioned between both of mine, I know his foot or lower leg can easily connect with my testicles, which sway heavy below in the sac. Somewhere behind me, the other man, I am fearful of what he has planned for my genitals. I unbutton the mans dark jeans, he lifts his ass from the ground as I pull the jeans and underwear down.
Between the legs, springs a semi erect penis, it’s length increases as he orderes me to “take hold of my balls-squeeze my balls”. I reach under his scrotum and pull the two large and heavy eggs within, they are firm, and feel hard to the touch, not soft as mine do. The man orderes me to “kiss my balls-lick and suck-my balls”. I do this, knowing he could at anytime lift his leg, or foot and deliver a second blow to my hanging testicles. I hear him say “eat my balls-get them both in your mouth”. I suck his scrotum, the left orb slides into my mouth, and I take hold of his right orb, with my mouth wide open, the right orb pushes past my teeth, and rests under my tongue.
My mouth is full, his large balls are being washed by my saliva, which runs down the side of my face. His erect penis throbbing, I see glistening pre cum, oozing from the eye. I release his balls from my mouth, and straighten my back as I dribble saliva onto the ground.
The man leans on his elbows, looking down at his left leg, the foot, and my balls. He bends his left knee, and pulls his foot upwards, just enough to maintain contact with my scrotum. I feel the toe of his boot, rocking against the underside of my sac.
He smiles at me, as his foot continues to knock painfully against my testicles, he ordered me to “Suck and do not stop-if I want my balls to continue working”. With that threat, he connected hard against my right ball, which hangs lower that left. I cried out in pain, again he impacted hard on the painful orb and said “suck it-suck it good”. I gripped his erect penis and slid the glistening cock between my lips, and sucked for what seems an eternity, I suck his cock, which throbs and pulses. I hold his balls with one hand, steadying myself on the ground with the other.
The man starts to thrust his hips forward, forcing the cock towards my throat, his full balls, no longer slack in my palm, now tighten and I watch as the orbs move and push within their sac. The man starts to make a huffing-panting sounds and I know he is about the blow, each heavy testicle emptied into my mouth.
It happens, a rush of nerves tingling sensation and then release, my mouth fills with the salty hot liquid, there is so much , it forces between my teeth, lips and drips from my chin. The balls continue to empty, the man shouts “swallow-swallow you fuck-or I will cut your balls off”. Another wave of cum floods into my full and bursting mouth, I have no space, no more, no more, and then I swallow, I swallow it all, and cry out in pain, as the man kicks my balls.
Three times he slams his foot into my soft orbs, he kicks them hard against my body. I cry out and roll over clutching my scrotum, his boot kicks against me as I try protecting my precious testicles.
The man now spent, buttons his jeans and stands above me, I am kneeling with my balls in my hands, tears flowing down my face, I struggle to see what is happening around me. The second man tells me get my jeans on. Thinking this nightmare is finished I slowly stretch out on the grass and painfully pull on the jeans, which slowly cover my aching testicles.
Minutes later I am standing in front of the second man, he smiles and says “well now it is my turn-I see you have a whole in those jeans, big enough for a cock, big enough for those lovely balls to be on display I think”. I knew straight away what I had to do, and sat down on the grass, my legs spread wide, struggling to get my balls through the whole in my jeans. I said to both men “I am sorry but this whole is not large enough, I can’t get one ball through here-never mind two.
The man looked to the sky thoughtfully, “well let me have a look at this”.
He knelt between my spread legs and pushed two fingers through the fabric, searching for my eggs. His fingers seized upon my left ball, and roughly pulled the sac, with testicle attached through the whole. I was ordered to stand up, and fasten my jeans properly, tuck in my shirt.
I did this, while my left ball hung, firmly secured against the fabric, unable to rise safely. The pain was constant but bearable, the man reached out and took hold of my exposed ball.
He rubbed it, squeezed it, knelt down and licked the orb, before sucking it into his mouth and closed his teeth across the orb, he bit down hard, I could feel the ball compress and change shape, as he continued to bite at my testicle I tried to pull away but heard his voice, telling me to “take the pain, don’t move, or I will bite it off”.
Moments seem like minutes, seem like hours, as I stood there crying in pain, as the man continued to bite down on my left ball. With his tongue pushing, he forced my pain filled and I was sure damaged testicle, through his gritted teeth, and safely out of his mouth. The pain was amazing, I fell unconscious.
I awoke some time later, my tripod and camera lay on the grass, I slowly pulled down my jeans and examined my testicles, which painful to touch, but felt intact.
I packed away my gear and headed home, it was a long time before I went walking in the woods again.
The End.