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Czech Hunter and the Eagle’s Claw – Part 2

In this cross-over work of fiction, a pornographer uses an ancient Roman ball-busting device on modern victims.

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Czech Hunter and the Eagle’s Claw – Part 2

Marek had eclectic taste in home decor, but it was mostly designed in a Japanese style, with paper lantern lamp shades, ukiyo-e prints on the walls, and small bronze sculptures of samurai adorning various shelves and tables.

“Nice place,” Emil said. “You like Japanese stuff?”

Marek smiled at the redundant question.

“Yes, very much. They were very comfortable with homosexuality. In fact, some of the most famous shoguns kept multiple Wakashū for sex.”

“Wakashū?”

“Boys on an apprenticeship. They also had sex with them.”

“Boys, like little kids, boys?”

“In some cases, but mostly it was teenagers.”

“That’s messed up.”

Marek grinned.

“Who better to teach a guy about sex than a man who knows all about it?”

“But kids though?”

“Yeah, that part sure, but the idea of powerful warriors teaching young men about sex is kind of hot. Just like us now.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of it like that.”

“So, you never heard of a humbler?” he asked, returning to his earlier question.

“Nope.”

Marek pulled one from a drawer and showed it to Emil. Emil frowned.

“What does it do?”

“You use it for sex role play. You can use it to control disobedient boys.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Nah, not if you use it right. I’ll show you how it works. Take your clothes off.”

“Money first.”

Marek grinned and handed Emil 3000 crowns. The boy’s eyes widened in amazement at the generous payment, but Marek could be as generous as he liked; he knew he would get it back soon enough.

“You promise not to hurt me?” Emil asked sceptically.

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

It was an expression that Emil associated with the innocence of childhood. His little sister used it, and hearing it from Marek’s mouth instantly endeared him. Emil undressed. Although he had already been naked before the man, he still felt bashful all over again. Marek gently moved the lean boy’s hands away from his groin.

“Beautiful,” he said and Emil smiled awkwardly. He was not good at receiving compliments.

Marek said, “Why don’t you bend over for me? On your hands and feet, bottom in the air. Downward dog pose if you know yoga.”

Emil did not know yoga but he understood the position Marek asked for. He dropped to the floor and Marek moved behind him.

Marek reached between Emil’s legs and cupped the young man’s balls. They hung loose.

“Such nice balls,” Marek said.

He pulled them gently backwards through Emil’s legs, pressing the humbler against the rear of the boy’s thighs.

“What are you doing?!” Emil asked, alarmed.

“Fitting the humbler. It’s cool.”

Before Emil could protest, Marek closed both halves of the metal humbler over the neck of his scrotum, trapping the young man’s testicles. He immediately followed that by sliding two strong, small padlocks into holes on each side of the humbler, holding it in place.

“What have you done?!” Emil asked, unable to see but dismayed at the sensation.

Marek stepped away to the side.

“I told you, it’s a humbler. It keeps naughty boys under control. You can stand up now.”

Emil made to rise, but he only made it half way before the tugging on his testicles was too painful to rise any further.

“Ahh, ahh! You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“I didn’t. You hurt yourself. So long as you don’t try to stand up, you’ll be fine. It’s lucky your balls hang a bit. Some boys don’t have any looseness in their sacks. The humbler can be a lot less comfortable for them.”

“I don’t get it. What’s it for?”

“Well, I think the name says it all. It keeps you humble. Stops you rising up to my level. Stops you getting any ideas about getting aggressive, stops your dick getting hard. It keeps you in your place. Think of it as role play.”

“Oh. It feels weird with my balls sticking out the back like that.”

Marek reached out and gripped them between his extended fingers, rolling them between the tips. Each testicle was distinctly separate from its ovoid partner, held side-by-side in his soft, hair scrotum. Although his had no ball hair, the hair follicles that lay beneath the skin in readiness, covered it in in small pimples.

“You have such nice balls,” he said.

He looked underneath and Emil’s formerly iron-hard dick now hung floppily towards the ground. Marek swatted at it a few times with all four fingers, then he jiggled it with one finger after another like harpist strumming their instrument.

“Your willy is soft as a noodle though,” he said.

“My willy?” Emil said.

Nobody had called it that since he was a little boy. He found the term oddly comforting. He looked back between his arms to his groin. His cock didn’t look as though it could hurt a fly.

Marek moved in front of Emil.

“Suck my cock,” he demanded.

“What?”

“You heard. Suck my cock.”

Emil made a grimace.

“I’m not really in the mood now. Not with this on.”

Marek moved to the side and gave Emil’s vulnerable testicles a hard open-handed slap, contacting with the middle of his fingers.

“Ow! What did you…”

Slap.

Emil moved in a circle like a skittering spider, trying to place his body between his balls and Marek’s hand. Marek followed him easily.

Slap. Harder now.

“Ow! Stop you said…”

Slap. Harder still.

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Just stop hitting me.”

Marek picked up a mask that had a steel ring where the mouth went. He walked to the front and pulled Emil’s hair to lift the boy’s head until his jaw fell open, then he jammed the metal ring into Emil’s mouth, securing it in place with leather straps behind the boy’s head. Now the boy couldn’t talk or close his mouth even if he wanted to.

Marek pulled his cock out.

“Suck!”

Emil made squealing noises as Marek jammed his flaccid cock through the ring.

“Suck!”

Emil did the best he could. His balls ached, and with the ring in his mouth, he couldn’t use his lips.

“Lick it.”

Emil obeyed and the cock in his mouth rapidly grew hard again.

“Lighter. Faster.”

Emil did as he was ordered. After a few minutes, Marek started thrusting, then he suddenly withdrew his cock, although not in time to prevent the first cum blast firing down Emil’s throat. The remainder splattered onto the boy’s face, dripping down it in thick streamers. Emil looked first shocked, then disgusted, but Marek gripped his hair tightly, preventing him from avoiding the creamy christening.

When he’d stopped cumming, Marek walked behind once again. Emil tried to turn to see what he was doing, but Marek gripped his hips and stopped him from turning. Emil could hear Marek doing something behind him. There was a gentle clanking of metal on metal, then to his horror, the humbler was raised a foot in the air, lifting his rump by the balls. Emil’s squeals intensified, and he tried to adjust his arms so that he was relieving the pressure on his balls. But the position was not high enough for a hand stand, and just low enough so that he could reach the ground on tip toes.

Marek took two more objects from the drawer; a pot of lube and a realistic dildo. Emil saw as the man lube the head of the rubber penis. He’d already been fucked by the real thing, but he still didn’t like the idea of becoming the man’s plaything. However, he had greater concerns. There was a dull ache in his balls, and his tip-toe position was already giving him cramp in the arches of his feet.

Marek walked to the rear.

“Your asshole is still open a bit from before. It’s winking at me.”

He pushed his finger in playfully, and it slid inside without resistance.

“Such a nice hole. It was fun to take.”

He finger-fucked Emil’s hole almost absently for a minute, lining it with lube. Today was the first time that Emil had had things in his butt, and while it felt strange, it was not unpleasant to him. Of course, right now, being suspended by the balls was making the experience considerably less pleasant. Emil whined through the gag.

Marek took the dildo and slowly forced it into Emil’s hole, grinning at the rapid shallow breathing as he jammed it in. The dildo came complete with testicles, and Marek pushed it in until the balls pressed against Emil’s raphe, leading to his own balls.

“That’s made from a 3D scan of my cock,” he informed the young man. “Do you like it?”

“It’s really stretching my asshole,” Emil complained into the jaw spreader gag. “And it’s pressing against my insides.” but his words were intelligible.

“What’s that, you like having my cock inside you? You only just admitted to liking it at all and now you’re insatiable!” he teased.

“Uhh oh ah ing uh!” Emil protested.

“Well, I can’t stay hard all the time, but at least you can still pretend that’s me.”

Marek looked at Emil’s balls; they were starting to turn rosy, bulging against the humbler. He gripped them lightly, and felt them like a baseball pitcher feeling a ball. They lay alongside each other, with their long sides touching.

“Your nuts are nice. Two eggs in a bag.”

He squeezed them lightly, pressing them together. Emil grunted, and Marek stopped. He had so much more he wanted to do, and he didn’t want to spoil the fun too quickly.

“Let’s get you down from there shall we? I expect you’ve had enough for now.”

Emil mumbled his assent, and Marek lowered him until he was on his hands and knees.

“Put your arms behind your back,” Marek ordered, collecting another piece of gear from a drawer. It was a large flat piece of leather, with straps dangling off one edge.

“Oh or?” Emil queried.

“Just put your arms behind your back.”

Emil declined, and Marek flicked the boy’s left testicle hard with the nail of his middle finger. Emil yelped, and shuffled around 180 degrees, again placing his body between the man and his nuts Marek gripped the back of Emil’s neck, gripping him hard in his own painful version of a Vulcan nerve pinch, and turning him back where he’d come from, then he flicked the other testicle even harder. Emil yelped like a kicked puppy, his voice high and squeaky.

“Ahhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!”

“Arms. Behind. Your. Back!” he said, emphasising each word.

Emil’s nuts ached deeply, and he obeyed without further protest. As soon as he did, Marek straddled his back, like a rider on a lively horse, using his knees to hold him in place. He reached down and wrapped the leather sheet around Emil’s arms, feeding it behind them, and using the straps to close it into a loose tube. He tightened the strap at Emil’s wrists tightly so that the young man could not pull his hands free, then he worked his way up from the wrists towards the shoulders, tightening more straps, pulling Emil’s shoulders backwards and his elbows closer towards each other. When he was done, the young man’s arm were secured so tightly that even a double-jointed escape artist would not have been able to get them free. Emil groaned at the uncomfortable position.

“You’ll get used to it soon enough. I’m sure you’re ready to get that humbler off?”

Emil gave a low, throaty grunt of assent, and he felt the man fiddling with the frame that held his balls tightly pulled backwards. Suddenly the two halves parted, freeing his still-aching nuts. They flopped forwards between his legs.

“Does that feel better?” Marek asked.

Emil was resentful of the pain the man had inflicted, and he no longer trusted him. Nevertheless, he gave an “Uhh” of agreement.

“Good, good. Sit down.”

Emil was well aware of the dildo still jammed into his hole, but he didn’t want to disobey the man. Even if this was just play to him, Emil was not sure how far the man would react to defiance. Neither did he want to see how far Marek would take the BDSM roleplay. He parted his knees, and carefully lowered his bottom towards the floor. He felt the dildo start to press into him long before he had all his weight on his bottom.

“No need to be so timid!” Marek said, yanking Emil’s shoulder backwards, and forcing him to sit heavily.

The dildo rammed fully home and Emil let out a long gurgling groan of discomfort as he felt the rubber object pressing deep inside him.

“There you go. Now bring your knees up to your chest.”

Emil frowned, not understanding.

“Like this,” Marek said, lifting the boy’s feet and replacing them flat on the ground close to his bottom.

“Okay, you’ll like this. It’s front humbler position. Open your knees wide apart.”

He reached between Emil’s thighs and gripped the young man’s nuts, and he wrapped the humbler around them again.

“This is going to be tighter,” he cautioned.

Emil frowned again and said something unintelligible. Marek grinned at him like a parent placating a babbling two-year-old. Then pulled the humbler firmly forwards, past Emil’s shins.

“Close your knees.”

Emil did as he was told, and Marek rested the humbler against the front of the boy’s shins. It held Emil’s testicles far away from his body, pressed mercilessly against the unforgiving metal humbler. Emil grunted at the pressure. It felt like having his nuts were being squashed against a hard table.

“This can be quite an uncomfortable unless you have low hanging nuts, especially after a few hours. I call it the plum-maker.”

Emil was glowering up at Marek, but when the man gave the position a name, the young man raised his eyebrows as though to ask for clarification. Marek grinned.

“Well, it will make your balls go purple and swell up like a lovely pair of plums. You’ll see.”

Marek produced two short cords and wrapped each around Emil’s calves, tying them around the two ends of the humbler.

“Just to make sure the humbler stays in place,” he explained. “I’d hate you to twist it off during the night, and ease the pressure on your balls. I want them nicely swollen by the morning.”

“Oring!” Emil protested, unable to enunciate an “m” sound. “I i-un ay anything aout aying all ight!”

“I don’t know exactly what you just said, but I get the gist. We’re having so much fun, I don’t want it to end.”

Marek picked up a heavy braided wire from his drawer. It had screw-lock carabiner welded to each end. He attached one end to a metal loop at the rear of the straps holding the metal mouth spreader in place, then he attached the other end to a hook high on the wall behind Emil. With his arms behind his back, it was impossible for the boy to disconnect the wire, and with the humbler in place, he couldn’t stand up even if tried; at least, not without tearing his testicles off. Emil started to scream.

“Hey, eh e go! eh me ee! I ohn ahn ay ahh igh!”

“Now, now, enough of that,” Marek chided. “I won’t be able to sleep with you making all that noise.”

He produced a rubber ball just larger than the hole in the mouth spreader. It had a deep groove running around its equator. He squeezed it in his fist and forced it into the metal ring. When the groove was level with the ring, he released the ball, and it expanded, filling the hole. Emil tried to push it out with his tongue, but it was too heavy, and it fitted too snugly. He tried to protest again, but now his voice was even more muffled.

“That’s better,” Marek said. “I’ll see you in the morning. Try not to get TOO comfortable.”

Emil pleaded to him through the gag with an “Mmmm mmmm mmmm.”

Marek smiled indulgently.

“Oh, I can’t let you go now. I’m dying to see your plums in the morning! If it gets too uncomfortable, try to think of something else.”

He laughed at his own preposterous suggestion, knowing that his balls would be the main thing on Emil’s mind all night.

He glanced down at Emil’s balls. The skin was stretched tight and shiny. Marek smiled again, turned off the light, and left the room, leaving Emil to battle with his growing discomfort…


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