Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine (10 page)

The pain Jacqui was still suffering as a result of her earlier beatings – the bruises and lacerations from which she knew would take days to fade – and the knowledge of what had caused that pain in the first place made her epic masturbation session and the multiple orgasms that went with it a hundred times more intense. She climaxed repeatedly, wanting the waves of ecstasy to go on and on until she could do no more. Her sex was drenched from her frantic self-ministrations. The bedspread was wet with juice.

Jacqui’s night of onanistic excess did finally come to an end, though. It

to come to an end because Anne had been very specific in her instructions. There was nothing else for it, nothing that could be done; it was over. Jacqui left Anne’s home when dawn’s early light had dimmed all but the brightest stars, closing the front door behind her as quietly as Anne had closed her bedroom door the day before.

Into The Dark Woods

I used to love going into the woods when I was a young man. They were somewhere I could be perfectly alone, a place where I wouldn’t encounter another soul. But I needed to venture deep into those dark woods to find the solitude I sought: through the depthless ranks of trees where all was quiet except for the occasional shuffle of fallen leaves; then deeper still, through a part of the woods that seemed preternaturally silent, inert, devoid of life. A curtain of trees surrounded me, loomed over me. They pressed in from every side before miraculously opening out to that lovely secluded spot – a sun-dappled clearing with a pebbled stream and a seductively secretive atmosphere. It was the ideal place to have a wank.

I was sexually confused back then, though not perhaps for the most obvious reason. I knew I was strongly attracted to my own sex and was as certain as I could be that it wasn’t a “phase” I’d grow out of. That wasn’t the problem. I didn’t feel uncomfortable with being gay, but I did with some of the darker desires I’d begun to have. You see, I’d started to fantasise frequently about being tied up and beaten. I’d no idea where these thoughts were coming from. I hadn’t been abused as a child or anything like that, never been subjected to any form of corporal punishment at all. So, I found these fantasies mystifying and disturbing. But I also found them powerfully erotic, and masturbated constantly to the mental images I was conjuring up from … well … who knows where?

I was a chronic masturbator in those days, there’s no doubt about it, taking every conceivable opportunity I could find to pleasure myself. I liked nothing better on a fine day than to go off on my own to the woods at the edge of town. I’d wear as little as I could get away with. That was usually a T-shirt, tight jeans with no underwear, and sneakers. Getting as well off the beaten track as possible, I’d venture into the very heart of the woods to my favourite spot: that clearing by the edge of a pebbled brook.

Just before I got there I’d remove my clothes and leave them by a fallen log, always the same one. I’d then make my horny way to the clearing, my hard cock throbbing in my hand. Once there, enveloped again in blissful seclusion, I’d wank myself senseless.

Afterwards, I’d wash off in the stream, dry myself in the sunshine, get back into my clothes and set off home. The thrilling recollection of what I’d just been doing combined with the rough feel of my tight denim jeans on my cock meant that by the time I got home I was ready to jerk myself off again. And that’s invariably exactly what I did.

Then one day everything changed. I’d gone off into the woods alone once more, full of the horny joys of spring. The air was mild and sunlight filtered through the branches overhead. There were clumps of wild flowers rising through the carpet of leaves and the trees were in bud. The sap was rising in me as well and I was looking forward no end to indulging in a major bout of masturbation, my penis becoming increasingly stimulated in anticipation by the tight denim of my jeans.

As soon as I got to the fallen log, I stripped off and had already started rubbing my stiff shaft as I made my way to the clearing. But I was brought up short when, nearly there, I heard the sound of voices.

I stopped for a moment, then crept forward and peaked cautiously through some foliage into the clearing. What I saw before me really got my cock pulsing, I can tell you. There were half a dozen guys of about my age, all naked, standing in a circle and masturbating.

I was thoroughly enjoying the sight of those six young guys jerking off and was jacking away myself as I watched them, when all of a sudden … ‘Well now, someone’s obviously enjoying the show,’ said a voice from behind me, startling me out of my lustful reverie.

I turned round to see the most gorgeous looking guy I’d ever seen. Dark-haired with piercing blue eyes and high cheekbones, he too was naked. And he was displaying an enormous erection, his shaft as thick and strong as his body was athletic. He put a friendly arm around my shoulder and an even friendlier hand on my own hard cock, gesturing for me to reciprocate.

‘Let’s watch together for a bit,’ he said, his blue eyes shining, and that’s what we did as we continued masturbating one another.

‘I’m the ringleader of that little wanking club,’ he announced after a while. ‘Would you like to join?’

‘Yes, please,’ I replied eagerly.

‘I feel I ought to warn you, though,’ he said, ‘there’s an initiation ceremony you have to go through to join. You may not enjoy that. On the other hand,’ he added with a wicked grin, ‘you may enjoy it a lot.’

He led me into the clearing and interrupted his masturbating friends, who all gathered around me, clutching their erections – and several of them clutching at mine.

‘We’ve got a potential member of the club here,’ said the ringleader. ‘Come on guys, you know what to do.’

At this instruction, they hurried over to their discarded clothes and removed the leather belts from their jeans. They used these to tie my wrists together in front of me before stretching my arms up and tying my wrists to the overhanging branch of an oak tree. They also belted my ankles together.

At a signal from the ringleader each took it in turns to whip my backside with a leather belt, their lashes sharp and stinging. The heat of the punishment they were inflicting on me burned more and more intensely on my flesh. I found this increasingly painful but also immensely exciting as was obvious by my rock-hard cock and the rivulet of precome trailing from its head.

But enough is enough. When the fierce red pain burning across my backside was starting to become unbearable they stopped beating me, thank goodness, and untied my wrists from the branch of the tree and also untied my ankles. I thought that was the end of the initiation ceremony, but no. Because they then re-tied the belt around my wrists, this time behind my back.

‘Have you ever sucked cock?’ the ringleader asked.

‘No,’ I replied truthfully.

‘That’s the last time you’ll ever be able to say that,’ he laughed. ‘Kneel down and suck every one of the guys’ cocks in turn, until in each case I tell you to move on to the next one. If one of them climaxes while you’re sucking him, you must swallow his come – understand?’

I nodded my head, yes. And what is there to say? I sucked all six guys’ cocks and one of them – the sixth – did indeed ejaculate in my mouth and I swallowed all of the creamy come that spilled from his shaft, every last drop.

‘Good boy,’ said the ringleader. ‘Now for the last part of the initiation ceremony.’ On saying that, he pushed me roughly to the ground, where I lay on my back. The mud underneath me felt tepid and soft against my naked skin.

‘Let’s baptise him with boy juice,’ he said to his companions and they all masturbated feverishly until one after the other of them squirted their hot seed over my torso and face. Even the guy who’d already come in my mouth managed another load. The ringleader then wanked himself with one hand and me with the other until we both spurted out thick gobs of pearly come onto my stomach.

My wrists were untied then and they all just picked up their clothes and disappeared into the thick woods without a word, leaving me on my back in the dirt, my nostrils suffused with the odour of moss and mud and come.

God, how I yearned to see the ringleader and the others again after they’d initiated me so sadistically, so
deliciously
into their club. The problem was that I didn’t know a single one of those guys and therefore didn’t have any means of making contact with them. I’d no way of knowing when, if ever, they’d turn up in the woods again. I’d never seen them before that time, after all. Would I ever see them again? All I could do was go there as often as I was able to, in my usual horny state, and just hope for the best. Apart from giving me a real taste for mutual masturbation and oral sex, they’d fuelled my innate masochism, so I was ever hopeful. But nothing, no sign of them at all.

Then I fell in lust. His name was Paul. Actually, we’d known each other for ages – since we were kids, when we’d often played together. One particular incident had stuck in my mind from that time. We were having one of those playful wrestles that young pals have, when all of a sudden I became acutely aware of a kind of electrical charge between us, an exciting tingling feeling in my loins. I’m certain Paul had the same sensation and it was with a sort of bewildered reluctance on both our parts that we managed to prise our bodies apart.

I didn’t understand at the time what that electric sensation was but the memory of it stayed with me and as we both grew into adolescence so did our mutual sexual attraction. To cut a long story short, our friendship kept developing in that direction and we became “jack-off buddies”. Our first mutual masturbation session took place a couple of weeks after that amazing, cathartic incident with the wanking club and was one of its direct results. The experience had emboldened me to make the suggestion to Paul the next time we were alone together in his room that we wank each other off. He was, as it transpired, all too willing to go along with the idea. And it didn’t stop at just one mutual masturbation session. In fact it didn’t stop at just mutual masturbation, far from it.

From that time onwards I carried on venturing off into the dark woods very much with sex on my mind, but was no longer going on my own. I told Paul all about my experiences with the ringleader and the other guys, including the sadistic initiation ceremony I’d been put through so that I could join their club.

Paul knew it would be just a matter of chance if we did come upon them. He freely admitted that he was turned on by the idea of having a mass wank but not at all attracted by the thought of having to endure a painful initiation ceremony to achieve it. Basically, though, he just wanted to get it on with me in the woods, so we decided to go ahead.

It was a relief to be away from prying eyes in those quiet woods, with nobody else about and the only sounds the murmurings and stirrings of nature, the occasional creaking of a bough. We made our way hand in hand towards that clearing by a pebbled stream deep in the woods where I’d pleasured myself so often in the past and where I’d been initiated with such exquisite cruelty into the wanking club.

The closer Paul and I got, the more excited we became and as we walked along we fondled the bulges in one another’s tight jeans. We arrived at the fallen log near the clearing, where I’d always left my clothes before, and we did the same now. Both stark naked, we rushed excitedly into the clearing, our erect cocks bobbing ahead of us. Once there, we stood in each other’s arms, caressing and kissing as our engorged shafts rubbed together, mingling their precome.

Paul then got onto his knees and stroked my cock while sucking its head, before taking its length into his mouth. I began pinching my nipples and the harder he licked and sucked at my cock the harder I squeezed them, luxuriating in the pleasure and pain I was experiencing. He pulled on the smooth hardness of his own shaft at the same time as blowing me and when I came into his mouth, this pushed him over the edge. As he swallowed my jism, he climaxed convulsively as well, spilling out ropes of pearly come onto the grass beneath him.

Paul, it turned out, had quite a bit more experience of gay sex than I had at the time. How so? Well, let’s just say that he’d an uncle he was very close to, and leave it there. Except to say that his uncle would’ve been pushing against an open door with Paul, who was gay through and through, I’ve no doubt about it. It takes one to know one, as the saying goes.

It was a splendid day, that second time we went into the woods together, the air lazy and mild and the trees speckled with sunlight. There was a freshwater pool not far from the clearing and Paul had suggested we go skinny dipping in it. He came prepared with a backpack containing a couple of towels.

When we got into the water we were both sporting gigantic hard-ons and happily played with one another’s cocks as we splashed around in the sparkling water. At one point Paul took me into his arms and we kissed passionately, his hard cock pressing against mine as he gently caressed my back and rear.

Then he opened up my anus with one, two fingers. That was a new experience for me and it felt really good, but the best was yet to come. After we’d got out of the water and towelled ourselves dry, Paul asked me to bend forward with my legs apart. He knelt behind me and burrowed his face between the cheeks of my backside. I felt his sinuous tongue begin to probe my anus and I squeezed and relaxed my hole as his tongue flicked in and out. That was another first for me, getting rimmed, and it felt great.

‘Get onto all fours, I want to fuck you,’ he said next. ‘Don’t worry,’ he added, taking a tube of lubricant from his bag. ‘I know what I’m doing.’

Once I was in position he smeared lube onto his cock and eased it into my virgin anus until its head pushed through my sphincter. It hurt at first but, like Paul had said, he knew what he was doing and the pain soon turned to delirious pleasure as I savoured the throbbing hardness of his cock pressing deep inside me. As he expertly fucked me he also pulled at my hard shaft. When he finally climaxed, pumping his hot seed into my anal hole, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and came violently, spilling out one thick spurt of come after another as I yielded to the ecstasy of release.

That had been the first time I’d ever been sodomised and I loved it. The next occasion Paul and I ventured into the woods together I was really looking forward to repeating the experience, I could hardly wait. But once we’d stripped off and got almost to our destination we were stopped in our tracks. There was a dry crack of wood and the careless rustle of undergrowth coming from where we were headed. It quickly became evident from the voices we heard next that others had beaten us to it. That’s right – the wanking club had returned.

I asked Paul whether he wanted to go back but of course by then not only were we both well and truly naked but also well and truly horny as well. Also it was obvious to me that Paul was as aching with curiosity about those guys as he was with erection-throbbing lust.