Hal was fascinated. He stared at the hook. He couldn’t keep his eyes off it. He didn’t like the look of it; it would definitely hurt but he wanted it. Deep down, he wanted it - right up his fundament, where it would really hit the spot.
Hal handled the gleaming steel ass-hook with rapt interest and caution, as though it were a loaded weapon. The three balls shone wonderfully: the first was golf-ball sized; the second, tennis-ball; and the third almost cricket-ball-sized. It would be a brave man who took all three inside him. However brave he was, it would hurt like hell; there would be some screams and yells. At the same time, submitting to having that thing shoved inside him would be an erotic experience. And Jim had undergone the same punishment; he had clearly survived.
“Is this the same hook Lindbergh used on you?” asked Hal.
“Yes, it is. He gave it to me, with a kiss and a hug, as a parting present when we finally left school; him to go to Yale and I on my gap-year. I reckoned that I’d have to keep it hidden from my guardian, who – I now realise – would not have had a clue; would never in a million years have recognised what it was for!”
Hal took a deep breath: “I want to try it!”
Jim raised his eyebrows. “Ask yourself, ‘Is this a good idea’? Would you ever forgive me for having put you through it?"
Hal gave him a hug. “No danger of that! I want it!”
“Well, if you insist…”
“I fucking-well do!”
“Okay. A few ground rules: I’m going to tie you up on the vaulting horse in my gym, partly for my own protection. Guys can lose it completely when they’re violated in that way. Some men can handle it; others can’t. Secondly, I’m going to put a vulcanite bit-gag in your mouth. It’s like a horse’s bit; you can still scream and swear – and you’ll do both – but it’s something to bite on when the pain gets intense. Okay so far?”
Hal smiled, looking more confident than Jim expected. “Sure. Completely okay.”
Jim continued. “As a further precaution, I’m giving you two safety words: If you say ‘Red’, it means that you want to pause and rest for a few minutes. If you say ‘Mercy!’ we call a complete halt immediately. I’ll be in control the whole time.”
Hal nodded and looked at Jim: “What do you get out of it?”
“Erotic pleasure. Watching your muscles convulse and hearing you yell. But if it all goes well, the fact that we have both undergone that experience and survived to laugh about it, would be a great bond between us. Like those sadistic initiation ceremonies they have in some regiments; it creates a sense of brotherhood!”
“Okay, I know exactly where you’re coming from. Let’s do this thing!” Hal sounded decisive.
Jim said nothing.
Hal spoke again. “I really want to do this. It’s a challenge. Let’s go.”
They walked silently and purposefully across the grass towards what had been the Officers’ covered squash-court and was now Jim’s private gym. In the middle was the vaulting-horse.
Not long afterwards, Hal was tied up, naked apart from a bit-gag firmly between his jaws; black leather cuffs with steel rings, which were buckled around his wrists and ankles; and a black leather collar round his neck. Some of the crimson silk rope that they had used to tie up the burglar now trussed him in an uncomfortable position, on his back with his bent legs stretched wide apart. Behind his knees, his wrists were tied together.
Jim ran his hands over Hal’s body, He rimmed him briefly, to excite and make him shout, and then oiled his man-hole. He picked up the hook, over which he also poured some clear oil.
“Take a good look. This is going inside you. Shout the safety word when you can’t take it any more.”
“Uh-huh!” Hal nodded, which was not easy, given his bonds. He gave a sharp intake when Jim inserted the frst ball into his ass. It was cold. There was a rest and silence for a few moments. Then:
“Ready for the second one?”
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“Yessir!” said Hal indistinctly and then, more quietly, “O Fuck!!!”
Hal was now chewing the bit-gag and swearing under his breath. With Jim’s strength behind it, the second steel ball moved steadily inward; stretched Hal’s ass and then slid inside. It disappeared from sight, leaving only the smooth steel rod. And the third ball. Hal gasped. His eyes were shut tight; his strong white teeth were clenched on the bit-gag and his thick, fair eyebrows were frowning fiercely. He was starting to sweat and was breathing heavily. Jim decided to leave him for a few moments. After they had ‘taken five’:
“Now; ready to take the third ball?”
There was a pause. Then:
“Okay. I guess so!” was Hal’s muffled reply.
Very slowly, Jim pushed the hook forward. The connecting rod disappeared further into Hal. Jim began to push the third ball inside. It stretched Hal’s asshole to a diametre of nearly three inches. The ball was now half-inside and half-outside. Jim paused it there.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh Jeepers!” Hal was now groaning, dripping with sweat and thrashing around.
“Going in now.”
“Okay” Hal sounded faint.
The ball slid slowly in and disappeared. As Hal later said, it hurt like – well - like buggery. But there had never been a feeling like it: Hal had been totally, 200 percent, fucked by a supernatural space-monster. The ass-hook hit his prostate. It breached both sphincters. It gave him the erection of his lifetime. Keeping hold of the rod, and even slightly lifting Hal with it, Jim sucked Hal’s cock, savouring his precum but not letting him cum yet.
“Wanna cum?”
“No” whispered Hal, his face contorted with pain. “Keep it for later!”
That sounded reassuring. Jim began very slowly to withdraw the hook. Pulling it out was as painful to Hal as inserting it had been.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!”
“Okay now?” asked Jim.
“Yeah,” Hal responded. Jim began to untie him. Hal didn’t get up immediately but lay stretched out on the horse; eyes closed, gasping for breath.
It looks like an altar and he looks like a human sacrifice, thought Jim.
Hal heaved himself off the horse and stood looking at Jim for a long moment. Finally:
“That was an experience and a half. I need a shower. Then, we go back to bed. We rest or sleep for a bit. Then I get to fuck you. Is that fair?”
“Completely okay!” Jim was relieved. “Take as long as you like.”
In bed, Hal clung to Jim like a limpet – or an octopus. They slept into the early hours of the next morning, when Hal awoke, still sore – as he would be for a few days to come – but eager to give Jim “a good barrelling”.
