Balfor and Terry 2

Terry's blistered and suppurating cock immediately began to go painfully hard, and since he was totally naked except for the chain hanging from his dying balls, Balfor saw his erection and smiled.

Terry, ashamed, tried to hide it with his hands, but it was difficult because it was too painful to touch.

In spite of everything he had learned about himself recently, he was surprised that he could find the smell of Balfor's foot as erotically appealing as the fact that it was planted on his face. Terry noticed that Balfor was not struggling for balance and realized it was because he was bearing about twenty percent of the the man's weight with his skull. His head had simply been stepped on as if it were a rock. He could feel the back of his head impressing into the sandy soil. He was still almost incredulous that this man could abuse him so gruffly, with such an absence of concern, but then he remembered his own past violent exploits. The gay men he and his pals had bashed, one of them possibly to death. He remembered how remorselessly his gang had behaved at the time, egging each other on like a pack of Jackals. He hated himself for that. He wanted Balfor to crush his head. how was he ever going to like himself again? How had he come to have such a low self opinion as to need to belong to such a gang of animals?

Balfor on the other hand, had style, and Terry now understood how far that went to making his domineering behavior forgivable, even desirable. Terry's erection began to renew its vigor.

"Looks like you're pleased to see me" Balfor said casually, grinding his foot along the side of Terry's face. "Can't say I'm surprised - Some of the things I did to you on the ship got you nice and hard as well, and anyway I had you pegged since the day you came on board. You had to really fight hard not to stare at my crotch. You like it when I fuck you don't you."

Terry made the mistake of not answering immediately, and felt an increase in the proportion of Balfor's weight on his face.

"I asked you a question. I said you like it when I fuck you don't you."

Terry knew it was true but his pride stood firmly in the way of an honest reply.

"I asked you a question and you didn't answer me. This is bad. I thought you would have learned the protocol while I was burning holes in your feet on the ship. I am very annoyed with you right now, but since you're still so badly banged up I'll delay your punishment until you can take it. When I ask you a question in future you will answer honestly and instantly, is that understood?"

"Yes" said Terry awkwardly through his distorted mouth.

"YES WHAT?"

It was very hard but Terry managed to say it in spite of himself. "Yes Sir."

"Good."

Balfor pushed his big toe into Terry's mouth and Terry wisely started sucking on it without having to be ordered to. As Terry sucked and licked his toes, Balfor opened the fly of his long johns and let his cock flop out. He aimed a stream of piss all over Terry's body, concentrating on his cock and balls. The heady smell of piss began to fill the already humid air.

Terry whimpered with the refreshed pain caused by the salts in the urine on his burned dick, but this pain gave him hope that maybe there were enough unburned spots to allow him to have an orgasm when finally he had healed.

After what seemed like a flood, Balfor shook out the last drops, let Terry out from under his foot and said, "Since you're the only entertainment on this island you better come here like a good boy and suck my cock."

Terry suddenly realized that there was no escape. Although he had seen places on the island where it would be possible to hide out, he knew that if he displeased Balfor by running away, he would inevitably be caught and the punishment would be terrible. Also he didn't know how long he would be stuck here and Balfor's company, threatening though it was, would probably turn out to be better than nothing. He just hoped he would never again be put through quite the agony that Balfor had inflicted on him in the ship because of his thieving betrayal. He knew he had better be very entertaining and well behaved indeed, because if Balfor tired of him he may not survive long enough to be rescued. Something about Balfor gave Terry the impression that the big bear could stand being alone for any length of time, and so would dispense with him if driven to do so. It felt very strange to have his life held in someone's hand that way, strange and fearful and yet sort of nice.

Terry crawled over and crouched between his master's big powerful legs. He dared to glance up briefly and saw that Balfor was staring off pensively into the distance, arms folded, obviously waiting, but otherwise taking no notice of him.

Terry took the cock in his mouth and started to work it with his lips and tongue. Gradually it engorged in his mouth and he began to find it difficult to keep his mouth open wide enough for it. He knew if Balfor felt teeth he would clout him, or worse, maybe kick him again.

The now familiar scent of Balfor's crotch filled his nostrils and pubic hair tickled his face. When he began to back off and concentrate on the knob, Balfor took his head in his hands and pushed right down to the back of his throat, crushing Terry's nose against his slight belly.

Ignoring the retching and gagging of his slave, Balfor fucked his face fairly gently at first, and then more and more violently, finally unloading into his mouth with a groan and a sigh.

"You'd better swallow all that" Balfor said wandering away.

Balfor was walking away with this great broad back to him, and although he could have spat the semen out and hid it in the sand, he slowly allowed the cum to dribble down his raw and overworked throat, amazed at himself that he was being so unnecessarily obedient. He knew that Balfor knew that he would obey, and so was not bothering to look back.

Terry knelt there for a long time, enormously horny but knowing there was nothing he could do about it with his cock in the state it was. He had to leave it poking out in the air, the breeze playing on it gently. His frustration was terrible, and yet curiously delicious. He savored the mildly unpleasant taste of Balfor's cum.

Balfor eventually returned with some thin vines that he had stripped smooth, and while Terry howled and screamed in agony, he wound them very tightly indeed around his already purple-black and oxygen starved balls. "I hope for your sake I can get this tight enough, cause you'll die of gangrene otherwise." He said "The infection is probably already seeping up your tubes. Your balls have had it either way. In a week or two they'll fall off and you'll be a eunuch. My eunuch. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir" whimpered Terry.

"Do you resent me for ruining you as a man?"

"Yes Sir, very much so Sir."

"Good answer!" said Balfor. "I'd get no fun from this if I thought you were enjoying yourself too much. You know that about me don't you."

"Yes Sir."

"Then we understand each other."

"Yes Sir."

"That's good, because it's going to be long time probably before we're rescued, and I want to get a lot of use out of you. Are you going to stupidly try and get some sort of revenge on me?"

"No Sir." He said, knowing he was telling the truth.

"Wise boy. Are you going to obey me in every way?"

"Of course Sir, I'm your slave Sir."

"That's right. Now lets go and find ourselves something to eat."

"May I ask a question Sir?"

"What is it?"

"How come you're here, Sir?"

"The ship was smashed on a reef! Phew! We were playing poker. I went out on deck for a leak and we hit. Broke her back. She went down like a rock. I saw Harris get washed back in as he tried to get out." Balfor's usually somewhat mask-like face was lit up with the excitement of his recollection, but then a shadow of sadness contemplating the loss of his crew.

"Did any of the others make it, Sir?"

"Haven't seen 'em, so probably not. The islands are few and far between around here. I searched all over this one before I found you. Glad I did too. You're going to be a nice toy, I can tell."

Terry was ashamed to be proud that Balfor thought he would be a nice toy. He was also ashamed to be glad that none of the other men had survived. He would not have been able to bear the humiliation of being Balfor's slave if there had been an audience.

They caught and picked some food, ate, then swam. Balfor made Terry wash his long Johns in the stream and when they were clean and dry he didn't bother to put them back on. "Better keep these intact until we get rescued," he said. "Wouldn't want us both to be naked as the day we were born when it comes time to rejoin civilization." He smiled.

Terry went blank with a horrible realization. He was anticipating the embarrassment when the day came that he had to greet his rescuers without any gonads between his legs.

"If you're very good, maybe I'll let you weave some sort of loin cloth out of palm leaves so they don't see." Said Balfor, reading his mind.

As the afternoon set in they were slightly sun burnt in spite of wearing large clumsy palm hats and spending as much time in the shade as they could. They went back to the palm grove to build a shelter. It proved more difficult than they had anticipated, but it didn't matter. The tropical heat had come back since the storm and so there was no hurry. The island seemed also mercifully under populated with mosquitoes, though they had one or two bites each.

"You sleep at my feet" Said Balfor, lying down in the most comfortable looking spot and folding his long johns for a pillow. "Close enough so that I can kick you if you snore. Oh, also through the night whenever I feel the need I'll wake you up and we'll see how well you can drink concentrated piss. Just so you know what to expect. We wouldn't want you to get a rude surprise or two half asleep in the dark and forget how to behave." He grinned and closed his eyes.

Once again Terry found himself painfully aroused with no possibility of release. He began to wonder if it could drive a man mad, but he wasn't going to be a man any more was he.

He felt past the chain and the bindings to the completely numb squashy mess that used to be his balls and fought hard not to cry. He hoped he hadn't squeezed any of the poison from his dead balls up into his body as he felt around down there, in spite of all his recent turmoil, he still wanted to live.

He slept lightly, anticipating with dread what he knew Balfor would make him do at any moment, and do without hesitation or complaint.