THE SKINHEAD AND HIS SPIDER
the third and final part of the trilogy "To Hell with the Rest"

by DIK STAAL

[Just what do you think it's like to be woken up and served your first cup of coffee of the day by a guy with his dick in a cylinder?]

A confident bright and breezy Wolf was shaking me awake, almost nudging me with his pumped-up dick. I couldn' believe it. No, surely not, no, not already, shit, this fucker's keen.

Steam arose from a German stainless steel coffee-pot, the aroma was sharp, this guy makes good coffee I thought. YEAH, just what I needed, good sharp coffee.

"Good afternoon, SIR, sugar and milk, SIR?" he asked quietly.

"Everything", I gruffed. [Just look at that fucker sitting there pouring coffee. Just where does he think he is? At some fuck'n Queen's coffee party? Not bloody likely.]

"Hello you fuck'n shit", I greeted, better start as I plan to continue, I thought.

Again he said, "Good afternoon, SIR".

[Was this Liberty Hall or what? I pondered.] Trying hard now to catch my thoughts of yesterday, suddenly realizing that this guy sitting here in front of me with his dick pumped and already in a cylinder, was offering me coffee and was now also my brand-spanking-new DICK SLAVE.

BLOODY HELL AND FUCKING SHIT!

My dick was feeling very nice, warm and still fat from yesterday's pumping, as I stroked its length from nob to hilt, rolling the balls smoothly with my other hand, almost casually, as you might say. Stroking it into a semi-stiff condition as I lay there perving on Wolf with his pumped-up cock, who was talking one to the dozen as if he was a fully experienced pumper with his dick in its tube like that, about last night's experience in the Web and the manner in which Gerrit had taken Meindert's reaction later on in the bar after he had been brutally gang-banged.

"YEAH, I've got a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of Meindert now that Gerrit has had his way with him, if I know Gerrit the way that I think I do. Meindert just cannot resist a massive tool like that, cerainly Gerrit knows how to screw with his huge swollen dick after he has had a mega pumping-session like the one he had yesterday", continuing, I said, "and talking about mega sessions, I think we will make a fast trip to the Bronx and see if they've got a cylinder in stock of your next size up and then go onto my place on the Korte Keizersdwarsstraat and carryon there", and just pausing for a second, "Good idea, isn't it?"

"That's just nearby here isn't it? It looks to me as though a pumper's ghetto is being created as we all live so close to each other", he said passing to me another cup of his delicious coffee and then steadily tapping the underside of his cock-tube, as I had taught him yesterday. It was looking hot and fat and was now filling all around and dripping very, very freely.

"SHIT, this is a bloody great feeling", he continued, "To have my dick pumped up like this and with you sharing with me your experiences and knowledge and your strong support, it seems to me to be a bit like an extended jacking-off session, but with such astonishing results, as you can see, I'm getting crazy about it already. As you said yesterday, I will probably become a pump-crazed fanatic, like you are".

It certainly looked like that way to me too.

YEAH, for sure my sex-life was going to take a very serious turn for the better now that I have met with this guy Wolf. A good'n'healthy feeling of comraderie together with the sharing of everything related to the pumping experiences, especially the cruising bit, certainly made the future look like a very desirable notion, the beginning had been so brilliant and so now for the continuum, with its daily pumping and increasing lust-filled sensations heavily building up in my crotch, to the point where I feel that I can never get saturated enough.

Loading my head full of more and more horny imaginings and realizations, working at the growing ultra sensitivity of the whole of my packet, specially my dick-head and those heavy swinging rolling nuts, fully aware of my dick and balls all day long, every day, in fact all of my waking hours and the walking along the streets and canals with my tight and bulging, heavily packed and stuffed jeans, with that feeling that my packet was being worked on and worked on with the added pleasure of having a throbbing cock whenever, no matter where I sat and had coffee or meals with my friends or mates.

Laying there, as I was, finishing my last cup of coffee just perving on Wolf, with his dick fat and pumped tight in its tube, was indeed a great luxury, casually fumbling around with my tool, feeling its fatness grow and the stiffening sensation along my shaft and with the weight of my nuts gradually increasing and tightening up, tightening back to the hilt of my dick, watching Wolf's drooling, lust-ridden expression, was really something else, but, no, I didn't want to shoot, no, not yet, I'll keep that for later.

"What's the time?" I asked, thinking that I wanted to get some pumping in before we left to go to the Bronx.

"About three o'clock", he answered.

"Good, then there's plenty of time for me to pump-up my packet before we go, get it good and ready and keep it that way, nice, hot'n'heavy and as I told you yesterday when I shoot my load I'm finished for quite some time before I can resume pumping, so get the fuck'n grease and I'll get to work on it".

Wolf was easing his cock out of its tube as I began to work the grease into mine, with that surge of excitement roaring thru my entire body as it had always done from day one, since I started pumping my dick, the work on my balls had started about six months later.

Slowly sliding my now erect tool into its two and a half inch tube, and carefully pulling on the pump, I said to Wolf, "YEAH, that's right, jack on the thing good and slow, masturbate yourself so that I can have a good perve and let me see those fuck'n nuts of yours, I want to see those fuckers swing".

He worked himself into a good sensual rhythm, slapping at his balls from time to time, each time harder and giving me a very good show, this performance had quite obviously been a part of his training in Germany and again he was giving me the message that he wanted his balls beaten. All the while his eyes glazed with lust, were fixed, almost staring at my pumped-up dick, commenting every now and then, "Your'e filling all around, just look at your fat tool of a dick, FUCKING SHIT, your dick is getting fuck'n enormous. Its so bloody fat in there and look at it dripping, BLOODY HELL".

YEAH, and fat it most certainly was, I was now fast heading closer to my goal of starting my sessions with a two and three quarter inch cylinder.

Hot, raunchy and throbbing, encased in its cylinder, tightly trapped so much so, that it seemed that my cock was trying to burst right out. The skin pressed hard against the Lucite tube. Just one big bloody gleaming stump of a dick, edging slowly, nearer and nearer to the end. YEAH, one big fuck'n two-hander of a dick.

As Wolf worked on himself he let out streams of short, fast sentences, "Great fucking dick!" "Bloody swollen balls! YEAH! Those heavy fuck'n balls!"..."I'll pump and pump those fuckers!"..."Pumping cock and pumping nuts, YEAH, stretch and beat the buggers!" Some audible, but most were totally incoherent, all however were deep and gutteral adding to the heavy lust-crazed performance that I was witnessing. Wolf was jacking on his cock harder and faster now, with increasing urgency. His rampant, swollen, stiffly erect tattooed dick, being jacked and thrusting, fucking the air as his body writhed and jerked. Rolling the nob-head, over and over as he now began to beat his balls more deliberately. Beating them to a red-hot state, burning swollen balls slapping hard against his ass as he jacked and jacked. Stroking again and again the shaft from sleazy head to sleazy hilt. Now spitting into his hand adding great gobs of saliva to his already grease-sleazed weapon, the slippery noise increasing as he worked and writhed with almost uncontrollable pleasure and still continually perving with incredible intensity on my trapped and encased tool.

"Shoot your fuck'n load, beat those bloody nuts, beat them fucking hard and harder and shoot it out, YEAH, fuck'n shoot it, milk that fuck'n dick of yours dry, shoot it out and let it fly, drain those fuckers".

A scream welled up inside him, a heavy roaring bull like scream as his shooting spasms tore thru his body and a ribbon-stream of spunk shot flying straight out, straight out of his piss-slit, out and across the spunk stained floor, then another and another and still he watched my crotch.

Small pools of spunk lay scattered across the floor like confetti, left and abandoned and would be added to many times in the future and I would most certainly see to that.

"I'm going to release my dick out now you fucker, so now that you've let yourself fly you can come over here and work on this fuck'n tool of mine".

The heavy slow hissing sound of the valve as I released the pressure, OH YEAH!, it was music to my ears and just as my massive swollen tool flopped out a distant bleeping sound could be heard.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked with some irritation.

"SHIT, that's my fucking phone SIR, may I answer it, PLEASE SIR?"

"YEAH, of course but don't take too long about it. It might be that shop you told me about last night so it could be important for you, so go to it mate".

"Hello...Hi Jurgen...Where are you ringing from?... Tom's House in Berlin...Shit man you're right in the thick of things in that place...You remember when Dieter took me to Berlin for the very first time, celebrating our first year anniversary and my first year as his slave...YEAH!...I have very hot memories of Berlin Hey, listen, I'm right in the middle of a scene here with my brand new MASTER!...YEAH!...You heard right, he’s a fantastic fucker and you know me...Great...What time are you arriving and maybe we'll come and pick you up at the airport, just a moment".

"Who the fuck are you talking to? Don't be too bloody long, I want your mouth on my dick and not on that fuck'n phone of yours, so fuck'n close it and come over here and do some serious work".

Wolf's eyes had not left my dick for one second while he was talking to his buddy, costantly perving as I slowly masturbated myself, enjoying my big fat swollen erection. Deliberately teasing him as I stroked it lovingly from end to end, weighing my balls and stretching them down as far as they would go and what a sight it was for me to lay there and perve on this naked tattooed guy, this new slave of mine, with hs big tattooed dick, just spent of its load, drained’n’just hanging there and with him, of course, from time to time groping at it, playing it and teasing me back. YEAH, very hot but also becoming irritating. I wanted that mouth now, down to the hilt.

"Yes SIR".

"No, not you Jurgen".

"Can we meet my buddy Jurgen tonight, please SIR?"

"Just a moment".

"Great, I'll tell him, just another second or two, SIR".

"I've got to go now Jurgen but we will definitely be there to pick you up and by the way you'll certainly see a change in me if you know where to look?...Ha...Ha... You'll be surprised...Ciao for now".

"Well that gives us at least another five hours before we go to pick up your mate. I tell you what, phone the Bronx and see if they've got the size of the tube you need and then we'll make a quick round trip in a taxi, but for now sink your fuck'n head right down to the hilt. YEAH!, go for it all the way and eat this fucking stump of a tool of mine, OH YEAH!, youse go for it, get the whole bugger in! In! With one fast thrust, ram your head good and hard down to its fucking roots and give it a bloody good head-fucking with that greedy sucking, piss drinking mouth of yours".

I stood now my legs firmly planted wide, my dick slave's head impaled upon my heavy rampant dick greedily sucking hard at it, trying to swallow it down his throat with such eager force and my balls were beginning to slap hard under his chin, then a sudden undeniable urge to piss came over me with my dick stiff and stuck down this Wolf-head, this Wolf-slave of mine. I had taught myself along time ago to piss with an erection, no mean feat I assure you, but quite an experience once you master it.

"I'm pissing, you fuck, I'm going to fill you with my piss, drench you thru and thru, piss until it comes flooding out of your own dick-head, you fuck'n ass-hole. Swallow it all and don't let a single drop out. YEAH, suck and swallow down my piss, suck and swallow and drain my dick dry, yeah, totally dry, of all my precious piss".

Now I could feel piss coursing thru the entire length of my dick shaft, pissing out hard and fast, hot and salty, now pouring in gushing torrents deep down into my dick-slave's head, a torrential flooding of my new found dick slave, YEAH, my piss-drinker of a slave, gurgling deep down into his body, deep down into him thru that heavy sucking head, sucking at it now with such enthusiasm. Wanting to please and please he most certainly was.

"You're my piss-tub and you'll waste my piss thru your fuck’n pumped dick you fucker, yeah, you're my pissoir, whenever and where ever we are you'll drink my piss when I want it. Right slave".

"Yes SIR!"

He burbled gagging, trying to answer, but I rammed my dick just that bit harder and deeper, sinking it into him cutting off what he was trying to tell me as I squirted out the last few drops of that precious golden liquid and then gently pulling back a shade and beginning my rhythmic fucking motion holding his head firmly between my hands, fucking slowly, with long and longer strokes, steadily increasing the force of each following thrust of my tool and now my nuts were banging with a certain fury as I rammed and rammed and rammed my tool deep and deeper to its hilt. Harder and faster I fucked. My nuts beginning to tighten, I could feel the spunk thickening deep within my ballsac getting ready to fire out, shoot out, shoot out and down into this fuck'n sucking head, this slave's head of mine, eagerly sucking as I was fucking and his cock was jerking violently, now stiff once again. Two animals, raw with sexual lust and cravings, sucking, fucking, jerking spasms of lust, two animals that would never be completely satisfied. Just one big sexual continuum from morning till night and day after day, giving each other the freedom of wanting to have more and more. So very well matched. Feeding the other's needs. A Master and his slave in harmony, pumping and fucking together with no holds barred, giving every inch of flesh, no matter what. My head began to roar.

My balls now churning, grinding, working my spunkload ready to shoot. My dick suddenly stiffening harder, like red hot steel as the ramming and sucking increased to a furore and hold it back, I couldn't. No, not any longer. The shooting screams deep within, deep down inside my head came first with lightening bolts of sheer fuck'n exstacy. Thick creamy cum roaring thru my dick, thru and out of my piss-slit, and again and again I shot my load and all the while I'm screaming "Suck, suck it, suck it, you fucker, suck and swallow it all, I'm shooting like hell, I'm cumming, my fuck'n load right out of my bloody balls, spunk following piss right down your fuck’n throat, filling you up. You'll piss my piss and shoot my spunk and all of that right out thru your fat pumped dick you fucker. You'll soon learn what I mean".

I pulled my tool free from out of his head letting him have the last few loving sucks of my dick-head and snapped my mind straight into the present.

"Time to make that call, order a taxi and we'll be on our way", I said as we strapped our swollen packets with heavy leather dick'n'ball-straps that I always carried with me, before packing our fuck'n pumped and spent tools down inside our jeans.

"YEAH, just look at those fuckers, those straps certainly keep our balls up nice and tight, emphasizes our baskets and makes a very impressive sight, for anyone to perve on", I said while I watched as Wolf adjusted his dick and balls down his left leg. He was watching and following me very closely to the point of even wanting to please me by wearing his packet on the same side as I did. This as it turned out was the very first time in twenty odd years that he had switched his packet from right to left.

"OK, mate, that looks bloody great. We're certainly going to get some guts churning when we cruise out together from now on, that's for sure. Looking as humpy and horny as we do with our tight, swollen, pumped and heavily packed baskets shoved deep down into our jeans, YEAH, almost too bloody much, YEAH, just bloody great".

Three quarters of an hour later our taxi pulled up outside the door of my place on the Korte Keizersdwarsstraat after having had a successful trip to the Bronx, adding several new cylinders to Wolf's collection.

Wolf, not knowing what to expect was confronted by an orderly and precise interior that was furnished with a strictly industrial Hi Tech flair and made all the more severe by the black lacquered cement floors.

"Make yourself at home and familiarize yourself with the place while I attend to my answer phone and go have a good perve on those horny drawings over there", indicating to the far wall. "The best ones are up those stairs and in that gallery you can see", and I watched with some considerable fascination as my Wolf-slave, looking very excited and happy with everything that was happening to him, was now groping himself from drawing to drawing, studying them closely, learning his new Master's tastes and needs, learning also his new way of life, for that is exactly what he was doing.

Everything was satisfactory as I finished with my messages and turned to Wolf who had discovered where the drinks were, had poured a couple of whiskies and was now talking one to the dozen about the drawings, as we took time to get to know each other on a more mutual level of understanding.

This slave I thought to myself is exactly according to my taste and requirements. Is precisely what I needed. Perverted and horny to a point of being over-sexed, very well trained and the type of guy that could carry off a good humpy exhibitionistic attitude with considerable confidence and to top it all, he was intelligent, knew exactly what he wanted and what was expected of him. Already showing tell-tale signs of being able to be loyal and trustworthy, and how important that is.

We were having a last final grope of each other's packets, horning each other up as I said, "OK Wolf, that'll do for now, we'll go grab a couple of hamburgers on the way to the metro and go pick up your friend Jurgen".

"Good we've only got fifteen minutes to wait", I said to Wolf as we arrived at the airport and it was quite another experience to walk into the arrival hall with all of those glaring lights and what seemed to be thousands of straights giving us the eye, some of which were openly perving on our heavy bulging packets in our roughened sleazy jeans that Gerrit had given to us. Was it only last night?

"Can you see what I can see?" Wolf asked me and I looked in the direction that he was indicating.

There, cruising along as though they were in the Warmoesstraat, and I just could not believe my eyes, were Gerrit and Meindert.

"Is this a coincidence or what?" I asked Gerrit as they drew nearer and we all broke into spontaneous roaring laughter.

"What the hell are you two doing here and looking so provocative? Meindert served me so well that I thought he deserved to be seen off with a bit of my sleazy style, he's going off to the Caribbean for two or three weeks probably to get over the last couple of days fun and games. But what's your excuse?" Gerrit directed this question staight at me, with that smile I had learnt to know only all too well when he had had a first class sexual experience.

"You needn't talk mate, just get a load of your fucking packet in the mirror over there, you look terrific. You really do look like something else, mate. If I wasn't so occupied with Wolf here, I might just take a fancy to you for myself, Ha, Ha. As for an excuse, well we are meeting a guy called Jurgen, a buddy of Wolfs' who's about to arrive from Berlin almost any minute now and they said the plane might arrive early. What time are you flying out, Meindert?"

"Oh, in an hour's time, that is why we're cruising down here in the arrival hall, spotting the incoming talent and for a Vanilla guy like me, a most rewarding and enjoyable sport".

Just then the Berlin flight arrived. Excited passengers jostling for their bags and waving excitedly to their welcoming friends across the customs barrier and in the midst of all this hustle and bustle was a stunning guy that looked like a very cool skin-head indeed.

Everything in black. Boots, jeans and leather jacket, hanging loosely open and as he wasn't wearing a shirt, freely revealed his tattooed chest.

I realised immediately that it was Jurgen, Wolf's description earlier had been accurate to every last detail, of course.

I gave a hearty nudge to Gerrit who suddenly gave me a look of astonishment, YEAH, we had both seen it, Wolf's buddy, Jurgen was almost Meindert's doppelganger and another thing that I was able to see was a sudden, unashamed, violent throbbing of Gerrit's massive pumped-up tool, bursting and straining in the bulky basket of his tight and faded jeans.

"Is that him? Is that Jurgen? Fucking hell man", Gerrit almost whispered into my ear.

Gerrit won't waste any time tonight, I thought to myself, judging by what I was witnessing, eagerness was written allover his face. He will take this newcomer and use him thoroughly and who knows where that will lead.

We didn't know it then but of course we know it now, Jurgen had also spotted that huge throbbing piece of man-meat down inside the leg of Gerrit's jeans and really had had to control himself from giving it a good and hefty grope right there in front of all those strangers. Would that have been a display of exhibitionism or what?

Introductions dealt with smoothly and quickly, Gerrit had not wasted any time in arranging a meeting with us in the Web later on, as we said our farewells to Meindert.

So the three of us, Wolf, Jurgen and myself left Gerrit to see Meindert off, alone, as he had promised. I knew only all too well that Gerrit would be heavily concentrating his thoughts on this new-comer, this fuck'n humpy bugger, this cool and horny friend of Wolf's and of course, I also knew that Gerrit was looking for a new live-in dick-slave similar to the one that I had found in Wolf.

A half an hour later we were back in Wolf's place, the three of us peeling off our leather jackets as we entered and Wolf immediately got some ice cold beers and welcomed Jurgen into his room for that, as it had been planned, is where Jurgen would be staying for the immediate future.

The temperature had risen again, it was going to be another one of those scorching nights, the bars would do a roaring trade with all of those horny men needing to quench their thirsts and the back-rooms would be full of sweating, lust-crazed bodies as ours were now, sprawling about as we were wearing only jeans and boots, downing our beers.

Jurgen, a good looking Swiss guy, born in Zurich, was 35 years old according to Wolf, and about 5 feet 8 inches tall, stripped himself totally naked and gave us quite a provocative show almost like a strip-tease, showing off his good firm body that like both of us was also heavily tattooed, rough and scattered something similar to mine. Casually jacking on his dick and slowly twisting his very large balls was his way of making a point of drawing our attention to his most recent addition of a spider half way down his pendulous, now almost erect uncircumsized dick, which I would reckon was probably a good seven inches, that was complete with a web that sort of began just under his navel and covered his entire dick and ballsac, which he now kept permanently shaved. Although his appearance was that of a skinhead he certainly did not share their political outlook, no, he just liked to look that way.

YEAH, I thought to myself, this guy is perfect for Gerrit and I certainly hope that they can hit it off as Wolf and I do. Wolf had already informed me that Jurgen would one day make somebody the perfect slave as he is extremely passive and more than willing to handle anything sexual that is demanded of him.

This sexual demonstration and display was turning us both on, which was clearly evident in the tightening bulges of our packets as our dicks were stiffening down inside our jeans and now Jurgen was diving into his travel-grip and taking out a very sleazy pair of jeans that had been ruthlessly torn allover the place and as he did so showing off his, Oh, so tight an ass, which would be a pleasure to give a good'n'hearty beating to, you bet'cha and before pulling them on worked his balls and then his dick into quite a heavy metal cock-ring, settling it all the way back to the hilt of his dick and then eased his way into his jeans, his packet bulging humpily down his right leg, then on with his boots and indeed we looked like a remarkable trio sitting there, just sipping our beers, each of us wearing nothing other than sleazy jeans and boots showing off our tattoos and perving on each other, just like, fuck'n bloody crazy.

Suddenly I realized just how very well these two guys knew each other, I had the makings here in front of me of a perfect little sex show, all to myself and these two fuckers, were freely available, just right here at my beck and call.

Ripping open my flies and yanking my dick and balls out, I commanded, "Wolf, give me a show. I want to see you two go at it, suck each other to the hilt and beat each others fuck'n nuts, YEAH, rip each others flies open and get those fuckers out and suck the hell out of those fuck'n dicks".

Neither of the buggers hesitated, down they were there in front of me, so close that they were almost between my legs and as I started to jack on myself they began in earnest at holding and licking from nob to hilt, two heads tongue-ing dicks from end to end, firmly grabbing, holding ball bags, then sudden sucking to the hilt on those sleazy tattooed cocks, slurping and gagging was that rhythm of fucking heads, with those heavy pulsating cocks, thrusting, jerking and ramming in and out now with stronger fury, both slaves stretching and slapping hard and harder at each others balls, egging each other on, obviously this was not a new scene for them to perform.

"Fuck you buggers, fuck and suck those fuck'n cocks and beat harder on those balls, beat them red-raw and screw them tight good, come on now give them some good and heavy twisting, stretch those fuck'n nuts and suck and fuck those fuck’n dicks, ram and jam the fuckers in, fuck those buddies heads of yours".

My dick was ram-rod stiff as I spat my spit and worked my nob, rolling and stretching my own ball sac as I masturbated good and harder now perving on these two gut-churning slaves writhing and thrashing about as they worked heavier and harder on each others packets. Two tattooed fuckers, their dicks and nuts dragged brutally out of their jeans, now roughened up even more than before, rolling and twisting, entwined half naked masculinity, sweating wildly as they squirmed so violently, each full of such deep-seated lust.

The animal sounds of these two fuckers hard at work was beginning to come to a crescendo, they would explode their spunk-loads down deep into each others throats, milking each others slime-sacs dry as they squeezed and twisted, slapped and beat each others nuts and I could feel spunk building heavy’n’solid deep down inside my guts, as I jacked and perved. The ultra sleazy sight of these two fuck'n dick-slaves at work on each others tools, sucking for all they were worth, as though their very lives depended on it, was adding to the weight of my own cum-bag and any second now it would come roaring out of my piss-slit, roaring, rushing thru and out of my swollen pumped-up dick and heavy churning tightened balls, grinding hard up between my legs.

Jerking spasms of these two horny raunchy figures and their muffled gagging cries of shooting. Milking heads on shooting cocks, brought my load out, to shooting out and I let it all fly out across their sweating bodies, milking my dick load across their now worn bodies, milking my tool of its last few drops of spunk as an ease and peace began to settle and a sort of total collapse of three horny fuckers burst laughing out with sheer fucking ecstasy and exhiliration of the tumultuous experience, our balls drained dry, my oozing spunk now working into their sweat, now becoming a part of them as we regained ourselves and relaxed back, but now just that bit more debauched than before.

"Get over here Wolf and get my dick down your throat and drink my piss-tube dry, I'll wash that fuck'n spunk-load thru you".

Obedient without fault, Wolf was already on his knees, sucking and swallowing down my steaming, streaming, piss-load, my usual torrential flooding gushing thru and down into his body, as always after I shoot my spunk. The feeling of his throat draining my tool as I pissed, squirting along my dick-shaft and gushing out of my dick-head's piss-slit and then final shaking of the last few drops into his open mouth, with not one drop spilt. A look of envy passed for an instance over Jurgen's face and I knew now, one hundred percent for sure, that Gerrit will take this fuck'n new slave, take him over and make him his own.

"That was a pretty scene you two guys gave to me and I like the idea that you've both got my wasted spunk drying on your bodies, OK. We'll just have one last beer before we go to the Web and meet up with Gerrit, there's enough time for that".

Wolf of course had told and explained as best he could the pumping scene to Jurgen who was now attempting to grill me as we began to adjust and stuff our jeans again with our bulging packets and I responded, "I think that Gerrit might be very interested in explaining to you all the ins'n'outs Jurgen, I can see that you've certainly got the equipment, but I’d rather let Gerrit do his thing and I'm quite sure that he will be more than willing to show you the ropes", and then as an after thought, I added, "Come over here and get my dick out and give it a good friendly little suck to the hilt, you can regard it as a kind of thank you".

There was no delay in his eager response, as his warm mouth went down and sucked my spent and drained dick all the way down to the hilt, all the way to my leather dick-strap, "YEAH, that's it, a nice friendly introductory suck on Wolf's Master's dick, what do you think Wolf?"

"Yes SIR, he's a good dick-sucker, SIR".

Drawing out my cock from that sucking mouth and packing it away I once again thought of Gerrit. For sure he'll be well and truly satisfied with this humpy bugger, who will definitely become one of us, if I am any judge of the character of a would be dick-slave.

"OK, you two fuckers, it's time to go and do some healthy cruising along to the Web".

Was nobody at home tonight, the bar was chock'a'block full, mostly leather guys judging by the huge amount of leather jackets muzzling each other for space and of course the usual cosmopolitan crowd.

'Fuck'n shit, where had they all come from?' I asked myself.

There at the back I could quite clearly see that there seemed to be a space and that in that space stood Gerrit, looking very flushed and excited, chatting away or so it seemed to me to a guy who was paying a great deal of attention to what was happening on the video and I thought, no, no Gerrit, he is definitely one of us. Apparently Gerrit had come to the same conclusion and was just passing time while he waited for us to arrive, abruptly turning his back on the stranger as soon as he had spotted us pushing our way thru that boisterous throng.

With one of his exceptionally dazzling, hot'n'sexy smiles, Gerrit said, "Beers on me, guys", but, in fact was looking directly into the eyes of Jurgen, as though he was thinking, is this guy for real? What was it with Gerrit tonight? Surely not this meeting with Jurgen? No, there was something quite else about him that I just couldn't put my finger on directly.

As Gerrit turned and passed over the bottles I caught his eyes, yes, definitely something was on the cards, but there was this something else, although I could quite easily see his bulging crotch in his threadbare, greasy jeans. It seemed to me that somehow his packet had increased in size to what I usually recognised, even taking into account his strenuous pumping regim. That entrapped stump of a dick was now sort of curiously resting on top of his nuts, nuts now so big that they appeared to be a punching bag as one would find in any gymnasium. Yes, there was certainly something different. His crotch was even more over-emphasized by his favourite skin-tight chaps and as usual that at least two of his fly buttons were open and gaping.

"Its been quite a day Aussie", Gerrit said to me, "First of all I meet up with this little, humpy bugger Jurgen, Then I arrive home after seeing Meindert off and a new and extremely hot video was waiting for me in the post, in particular, FRIDAY NIGHT BALLS, which I guess will fast become my favourite, just wait until you see it", and then in a sort of quite audible, excited half whisper, he directed at me just these two words,

"'IT'S ARRIVED" .

IT'S ARRIVED, I thought to myself, hmmm?

OH SHIT, the fucking bugger has got his monster tube at long last. I had completely forgotten all about it since he first mentioned it all that time ago, so now he's got it and just look at that fuck'n packet of his, there's going to be no stopping him now.

Then he continued with some excitement with a distant, glazed look in his eyes, "I can't wait to see you give IT a try Aussie, so you'll have to come by as soon as possible, are you doing anything special later?" Gerrit paused and then continued, "For sure mate it's quite another experience all-together and gives a totally new buzz to your balls, sort of turns your ballsac into a heavy, swinging punching bag with rolling, hardened, churning nuts and makes you feel that you want your cum punched right out of your nuts, right out thru your dick. It's so fuck'n special that I've decided to call it THE PUNCHER, what do you think of that?" and adding, "Just like the guy called Mark, in the video that I received today, he's a real stocky piece of goods and boy can he take it on his balls, those nuts of his have got to be seen to be believed, somebody is in there with him, punching away at those fuckers as tho' there is no tomorrow and the fuck'n size of them, shaved and naked swinging with strapped weights, an almost breathtaking sight, certainly given me a new outlook as to what a man can take on his packet and it's very weird as there is not even the slightest hint of S/M even with all of that ball beating, just sheer fuck'n pleasure and it is just so fucking masculine. I've certainly learnt a new trick or two, YEAH, punches his balls totally dry, cums allover the place".

[........and with these words the bar-scene seemed to fade away as Gerrit's mind spun back to the arrival of 'that parcel', after he had returned back from Schiphol. Finding the video FRIDAY NIGHT BALLS waiting for him and right in the middle of his second viewing of it, as he sat legs wide apart, his packet, good and heavy, bulging and hanging out, idly playing with his throbbing dick thinking whether he would shoot his load or not and with his mind churning extra heavy on just what might be with this Jurgen-guy, the urgent buzzing of his doorbell started him into the present.

"Fuck it", he sort of exploded as he rapidly stuffed his packet back into his jeans and loosely fastened his flies as he ran down the two flights of stairs, and then to be confronted by a good-looking, rather humpy guy.

This tightly-packed young stud of a postman, confidently standing, framed in the doorway and grinning from head to foot, handed to Gerrit a very securely wrapped parcel from New York, for which he had to sign and as he signed, now somewhat excited, thought to himself, 'Hmmm, like to fuck this bugger good'n'proper, I'll keep him in mind, you never know, judging by the way he is eyeing me up, he sure is fucking interested in my crotch'.

'YEAH. This has just got to be it. At last IT'S here, all the way from BIG NICK in New York'. The much awaited for monster tube had arrived.

Back up there on the second floor Gerrit was busy building his anticipation to a near fever pitch as he stripped himself naked to the skin. His dick throbbing and stiffening above his heavy pounding balls, he was now extremely nervous and excited, Gerrit steadied himself and thoughtfully poured himself a good stiff whisky, now savouring that moment when he would tear into and rape the parcel of its contents. So many times he had fantasized this precious moment and out loud he said to himself, "There you are, you little beauty", the phrase that he had picked up from Aussie, knowing full well that 'little' did not refer to size but in fact was an Australian endearment of intimacy.

Tantalizing himself by reading yet again the Oh so simple instructions as to how to use the monster, instructions that he now knew off by heart, his eyes searched the parcel lovingly, delaying his actions by even studying the postal stampings and markings.

Giving himself a bloody good'n'proper grope, he let out "Oh to hell with it, it's time to go for it" and started in on the parcel, carefully slicing thru and opening the binding tapes.

There it lay, a clear plastic pear-shape of a thing, a plastic bulb of a thing, the size of a man’s head, looking somewhat like a sculpture by Marcel Duchamp, laying snuggled in it's protective bubble plastic wrappings and as if the thing had a mind of it's own, the sensation 'Pick me up, use me and love me, I'm all yours, I'll do your balls for you man', came over Gerrit.

"SHIT, will my nuts really fill this monster?" he asked himself as he handled it, now slowly becoming familiar with this fabulous new toy of his.

Talking directly at the tube he said "You sure were worth the waiting for" and greasing himself up, "Now let's see how well you'll do your thing on my nuts, give me what I want, like those fuck'n mega nuts there in the video and in those fuck'n Yankee magazines. Pump my balls. YEAH, you'll pump them up. You'll make my fuckers swing, good'n'big'n'heavy, a hefty-spunk-filled-punching-bag, that's what I want, swinging good'n'deep'n'heavy, banging down there, down there between my legs, my bulging packet just full to the brim with spunk" and the thought came over him, 'YOU, the video and Jurgen coming into my life, altogether on the same day, YEAH, there's got to be something to it'.

He took a good sniff of poppers as he eased his greasy packet into the PUNCHER for the very first time and securing the pump, made the very first pull and watched with total amazement and satisfaction as his packet was slowly sucked firmly and deeply into its confines, His nuts beginning to swell more than ever before, spreading out this way and that as they went stretching down, with his dick craning forward stiff, his dick-head appearing to have an air of absolute indifference as it fattened right there, there in the center of that great plastic bulb of a thing. His ballsac now steadily stretching into a strange new punching bag shape just like the guy in the video.

"You guys will certainly take some getting used to, that's for sure", he said to his swelling packet.

Almost mesmerized he watched his reflection in the mirror, wondering just what it would be like to have a guy, like Aussie for instance, punch the spunk out of these fuckers, these brand new nuts of his. This incredible toy he would have to treat with quite some respect, that was for sure and already he felt that he would be walking now with an even greater swagger than before, legs very wide apart to accomodate these swollen nuts, already now the size of juicy Naval oranges.

"Oh YEAH, you sure are a little beauty".........]

"YEAH, thick white spunk shooting far out as his nuts are punched harder and harder" and then he heard himself repeating, "YEAH, I've definitely decided to call it THE PUNCHER, mate".

With all of this going on in Gerrit's mind, his dick was stiffening even harder, his nuts now sort of pounding, a trapped bulge of a mighty packet, clearly anyone could see that throbbing cock just as it had been at Schiphol Airport when he had first seen and was introduced to Jurgen, but now after the first go with the PUNCHER it was even more so. The difference this time was that it would be possible for Jurgen to freely give a good'n'healthy, heavy grope on that incredibly magnificent basket of bulging man-meat stuffed down there in those rough'n'sleazy jeans, and of course Jurgen did so and why not, wouldn't you?

However, Jurgen went further than that, for as we talked about last nights fucking scene with Meindert and the following gang-banging episode that had followed, I suddenly realised that Jurgen was no longer just only groping at Gerrit's bulging packet but in all that noisy pushing crowd was avariciously pulling that massive tool out there and then, right out there in what might be described as the middle of the bar and was beginning to work Gerrit's enormous tool stiffer and harder, steadily into a red-hot, steel-like, ram-rod poker.

This, I thought just had to be a first, right here in the middle of the bar.

"Wolf, get some more beers", I quickly said as though I was trying to change the subject as I had never witnessed Gerrit like this before. Fuck'n hell, if this goes on they'll be fucking in the bar pretty soon.

Whispering close to Gerrit's ear, I said, "Fucking hell man, your dick is really even more punchy tonight, just look at that fucker, hot'n'red'n'ready, YEAH, your PUNCHER tube must be really something else, push his head right down onto it, go on. Stick it into him. YEAH, right down deep into his greedy throat, right here in the bar. Give him a bloody good taste of what he can expect, and what you intend to give him, you can clearly see that that is what the bugger is wanting. YEAH, give him a good taste of your fuck'n pumped-up hot'n'sweaty tool. YEAH, that's what the fucker wants".

Gerrit really didn't need any encouragement what so ever, as he calmly took hold of Jurgen's head firmly between his hands and gave him a good and lusty full-throated kiss, driving his tongue hard-deep into that eager waiting head and then sucked back, but just once or twice, and not letting go of his grip forcefully thrust Jurgen's head straight down between his legs and out of sight, as though Jurgen had not existed at all, in all of that noisy clamouring leather clad crowd. Nobody was the wiser, the movement had been so skillfully played out and like the professional fucker that he was he rammed his tool straight into that fucker's head, all the way to its bloody swollen hilt and had him pinioned there between his legs, just like a pig on a skewer.

This dick-introduction was a very interesting experience to witness, as we appeared to be nonchalantly swigging our beers and chatting away one to the dozen. YEAH. Firmly grasping Jurgen's head in a vice-like grip with his left hand almost as though he was masturbating, he was with considerable ease, very slowly fucking that dick-swallowing, cock-sucking head, right there, right out there in the bar. YEAH man, definitely a first class act of Gerrits'. His massive humpy dick being sucked and swallowed at a very nice'n'horny rhythm, he was almost detached, or so it seemed to me.

Suddenly Gerrit yanked his dick out and stuffed it back into his jeans securing just the middle button, while pulling his cock-sucker's head back up to the living throng. When Jurgen surfaced, his face smiling with enormous satisfaction was flushed and covered with sweat but did not at all look out of place in that heavy expectant crowd.

"Shit man, I've just got to go and piss", Jurgen said to Gerrit, asking, "Where the hell is the toilet?"

"At the end of that queue over there", and then turning to me and Wolf, Gerrit lustfully smiling continued, "Well what do you think of that? Don't answer. So what do you think Wolf is he going to become my up and coming slave or what"?

Without hesitation Wolf answered, "It looks to me that you've scored very heavily, if I know Jurgen as much as I know I do, he will give himself to you body and soul and to me it looks like he already has, that was how it looked like to at Schiphol. He will serve you well and can take everything sexual that you demand from him, to my mind the chemistry and magnetism between you two is similar if not the same as it is between my Master and myself".

Wolf was having a good firm grope of my packet as he was saying this, as if he was needing to substantiate his opinion. After all, his opinion was important for who of the three of us knew anything about Jurgen, if it wasn't Wolf.

"I say you take him on Gerrit. Have him move in and let him serve you good and proper. You're in for a very nice surprise when you see his cock and balls. Besides you're looking for a guy to work in your store in Amsterdam and he certainly has the image that goes with your goods and you've always said that that is important to you, cool, but also rough and ready. Maybe he is the answers all rolled up in one". Thoughtfully, I added, "Besides you too can have a dick-slave pumping-novice like I have in Wolf".

Growing lustfull excitement was showing on Gerrit's face as clear as crystal, when I uttered these final words and it was as though he had made his mind up there and then on the spot as we noticed Jurgen was pushing and making his way back thru the now jam-packed crowd from the toilet.

"Shit, there's a fucking humpy bugger in the fuck'n piss-house sitting on the john, jacking on his dick. He's almost naked apart from what was once a tee-shirt, it's torn and totally saturated, it looks as though everyone has been and is pissing allover him, he's so fuck'n totally drenched and of course I pissed straight into his mouth and watched my piss gush, splatter ahd dribble out of his mouth, down over his body and running into his saturated matted pubic hairs and over his heavy hung cock and balls".

Excitedly he continued, "The Fuck'n bugger was using piss like grease and was really working it into his prick, YEAH, he was wanking himself off. Shit man, it really turned me on and gave me quite a nice stiff and another fucker tried to get my dick and suck on me, but no thanks, no way, I pushed him out of the way and got the fuck out of there".

It was almost like a cue for Gerrit, this little report of Jurgens', for quite casually Gerrit got his dick out and slipped it straight into Jurgen's still open flies of his jeans and began pissing there and then on the spot, the piss gushing out of that swollen dick, drenching Jurgen's packet and then down his leg straight into his boot and it was almost as though Jurgen had invented the story, because his reactions were so lustridden and very rewarding to Gerrit and then Jurgen responded, almost panting, "OH YEAH!....OH FUCKING YEAH! ....YES SIR!....I LOVE YOUR PISS ON MY DICK AND BALLS!...

SIR!....THANK YOU SIR!”

It really is surprising how the time flies by, downing the beers and playing the games and the conversations with such as is our company, and suddenly Gerrit was saying "OK, you guys, let's get out of this place and go where we can get to doing it for real, and perhaps even get into some new forms of experiences and horny games".

Gerrit directed these few words at me in fact, as both Wolf and Jurgen were a bit like our camp-followers, very new, novices of the very first order and we made quite a company as we filed out, out thru that heaving, hot and lusty throng of guys, out into the warm night air, pairing-off as we walked along the Brouwersgracht, along to Gerritts place, our horny-enthusiasm and laughter echoing along and ahead of us, along that beautiful, broad-sweeping, historical canal with its monumental buildings, many of which date back some three to four centuries, made all the more mysterious by the flickering lights, filtering thru the bordering lime trees.

[Author's note: It is very unlikely that I will finish this story, but you can be assured that it has the usual fairy tale ending, Master gets slave.]