Trashed Basil: Hell Nite

LAUGHING BASIL Hellnite4

 

Basil came up to the bed, finally. Basil was quite exhausted. A party where he was raped by a transsexual. Being forced to come home and service his wife and her young lover.

 

Having his cock beaten and then electrocuted by wires to keep poor Basil from cumming from the questionable excitement…and now his cock was limp, he hoped, because he just wanted to service Lindy and Hugh as they’d commanded..which was sucking Hugh’s balls while he fucked Lindy, so he could go to bed.

 

But, as Basil came up to the bed, Lindy looked at him and moaned. “What’s wrong?” Hugh, Lindy’s young lover asked. “Well our little pervert apparently is hard yet again. God, the punishment your dick can take Basil.”

 

Lindy shook her lovely head. “The cheek of it!  Your cock being shocked twice with  an electrical cord just isn’t good enough for you, eh Basil?”

 

Basil looked down at his cock, and indeed his erection had returned, impudently, again. The trouble of course was that Basil was so excited by being forced to serve his wife and her lover. It was the ultimate humiliation, though Basil had certainly gone through a lot tonight. But this was very bad. Basil was in real trouble now…Lindy would make him pay!

 

“I wonder if we tied the electric cord to Basil’s balls and plugged it in now and then when he was getting erect, you know, Hugh” Lucinda said thoughtfully, stroking Hugh’s chest. “Basil could suck your balls, then, when his dick goes up, you notice and reach over my tits.” Lindy waved her little black bra cups at both men “ and plug it in for a  second and Basil is just zapped on the bed. It’s an idea.” Lindy said.

 

Basil worried. Before Basil had met Lindy, he’d been engaged to an actual professional dominatrix, Mistress Meredia. Meredia used to keep poor Basil in a tiny cage at the foot of her Princess bed with conductive electrodes entwined round his balls and attached to his nipples.

 

At seven a.m. every morning, Meredia’s silent alarm  would activate the electrodes, which would zap Basil’s nipples and groin, giving him extraordinary pain. This woke Basil up in the cage, and then Basil would scream for Meredia to get up as well.

 

“MISTRESS MEREDIA PLEASE WAKE UP, I’M DYING, TURN OFF THE SHOCKS!”

 

If  Basil was lucky, Meredia would awaken and get up and turn off the alarm,  and unlock the bloody cage…but unfortunately Meredia was a lazy-ass, and often she’d press the snooze button and then poor Basil would have to wait the horrible ten minutes, anticipating the misery, before the alarm went off once again, shocking and discombobulating his nipples and groin, and of course he would once again scream for Meredia to get up.

 

Later, Meredia experimented with putting an electrode up Basil’s butt, and tied him to her electric fence…the electric interests were a bit much for poor Basil Was this nonsense going to start again with Hugh and Lindy?

 

Basil was quite relieved when Hugh told Lindy that he thought flaming electric wires on the bed might be a fire hazard. “The big problem has been all evening that Basil’s penis gets aroused rubbing against the bed while he sucks my scrotum as I’m fucking you” mused Hugh. “But what about putting something uncomfortable against the sheets, like sandpaper, which might kill his erection, you know?” asked Hugh.

 

Lindy considered this. “Well, our Basil is something of an amateur handyman, and I think he was sanding the ledges last spring.” Lucinda looked at Basil pointedlyk, and Basil reluctantly went down to the basement, returning with some sandpaper and tape, which Hugh then secured to the area of the bed where Basil’s cock had been aroused by the soft sheets.

 

This would be a new sensation, Basil thought remorsefully. Once, Lindy had jerked Basil off by rubbing Reynolds Wrap on his cock, and the sensation had been so terrible, though he had had an orgasm. But sandpaper?

 

“There we go, Professor Naples” Hugh said, and gestured to the sandpaper. Basil gingerly lay down with his cock on the sandpaper. Oooh, could he not move too much? Hugh and Lindy resumed their positions. Basil took Hugh’s scrotum in his mouth once again and began sucking as Hugh began once again fucking Lindy.

 

Scraatch! Basil felt his poor cock, tender from all the years of smeared Lubriderm and Vaseline from 30 years of masturbation being seriously scratched. Basil winced, his poor penis feeling as if it were experiencing Hiroshima.

 

Basil sucked Hugh’s balls while watching this young man’s cock forcing into Lindy’s beautiful vagina. Basil gritted his teeth around Hugh’s balls, as Basil’s penis scraped the sandpaper a little too harshly. Basil bit down, almost against his will.

 

“Aaaguh!” Hugh screamed, feeling the Englishman’s sharp, crooked teeth nearly severing his scrotum. Suddenly Basil felt Hugh grab him by the forelocks and drag Basil’s mouth off Hugh’s scrotal sack. BAF! PAF! SMACK! Hugh boxed Basil’s ears and smacked his face, throwing the Western Civilization professor to the floor.

 

“What happened, Huey?” asked Lucinda. “That little homo faggot husband of yours tried to bite my balls off!” Hugh shouted.

 

Basil shook his head dizzily, and noted that his nose was bleeding a bit. “Ahem, darling it was the sandpaper” said Basil awkwardly, as he wiped his nose. “The sandpaper scratched my willy and—“

 

Lucinda stalked over to Basil and slapped him viciously across the face and then kicked him in the balls, and Basil fell to the floor, crying. Lindy had never been this brutal. It was almost as if Basil was a stranger who had assaulted Hugh.

 

“Bullshit! Liar! By God you and your passive aggressive hostility complex.” Lindy walked to Hugh’s side. “Are you all right, baby?” she asked, stroking Hugh’s hair. Hugh, rubbing Witch Hazel on his testicles, nodded. “Well you can’t let my husband get away with this.” Lucinda handed Hugh the cane and pulled Basil up from the floor by his right ear.

 

“Dar-darling please” Basil babbled incoherently as he painfully got to his feet. “The sandpaper—ooogh!” Lindy gave Basil another smack, “upside the head” as her people down home called it. “Get down on that goddam bed you flabby piece of sewage!”

 

Basil realized he’d better say no more. Lucinda could be quite dangerous when she got her dander up. Basil lay down on the bed and shivered as Lindy handcuffed his hands behind his head and then linked Basil’s ankles together with a second pair of handcuffs.

 

“Now Hugh, you can give the shitbug here what he’s been asking for. Show Basil that you don’t appreciate him trying to castrate you.” Lindy shook her beautiful ash blonde hair as she railed. “It’ll excite me, too, honey if you give Basil here a good whipping.” Basil looked up desolately as Lindy gave Hugh a big tongue kiss.

 

Basil watched Hugh rubbing Lindy’s breasts and grinding his crotch against her  with acute pleasure. Basil could see why Lindy liked Hugh—he was muscular and handsome, and they seemed to move together quite well. Lucinda was six or seven years younger than Basil—they’d begun living together when she was nineteen and Basil twenty-six.

 

Lindy was far more mature than Basil in so many ways, as she’d  scaled the Father Flemings Girls Town fence in seventh grade to wait tables, turn tricks and have short-term marriages across America. But he had to remember, that as mature as she was, she was young, and wanted to make it with another young-un. And Hugh was even younger!

 

“Now beat him hard, honey.” Lindy said, looking up into Hugh’s eyes fondly. “Oh, baby, I will.” Hugh said, kissing her deeply.

“Give Basil a hard time, honey. Make some welts.” Basil closed his eyes miserably. He heard a rustle and then he felt the first lash of the cane. WHACK! A thin line of fire cracked across Basil’s buttocks, hitting both cheeks at once.

 

CRACK! The cane bounced off Basil’s left thigh and he meditated on how much harder Hugh’s muscles made the cane slam as opposed to Lindy who certainly could bring Basil to tears with her handling of the rattan, but still, Lindy was relatively weaker.

 

WHACK! Basil recalled seeing Hugh working out in the faculty gym, and goodness could the young man lift a lot of weights—CRACK! And this was showing itself now in the caning. Yes, and Basil was flabby, a bookworm and a compulsive overeater, as he’d identified himself once in one of those horrible self-help meetings.

 

CRACK! Basil was a pervert. A whips-and-chains perverted masochist. He had seen Hugh playing basketball with the other male teachers, beating a group of ghetto thughs in a program that Hugh had sponsored, Yankeecorps, or something, trying to prepare the poor bastards for college.

 

And he could beat them physically as well as intellectually, where was Basil to compete? And now Basil was completely cowed, as well as suffering having the daylights caned out of him.  Basil knew that Hugh could easily beat Basil in a fistfight. Hugh’s twenty-two to Basil’s forty-one made things just pie for the young man.

 

And here Basil was getting a whipping as if Hugh was Basil’s father or the Headmaster at Harrow. It was some sort of Oedipal complex, perhaps? Basil’s wife, Mommy, ordering Daddy to beat the bad little boy, send him weeping to the corner? Something like that. Basil had now been crying and bawling as the cane fell relentlessly again and again.

 

Finally Hugh threw the cane down and Lindy admired Basil’s scarred flesh. “Good work Hugh” she said as she traced some of the blue weals against Basil’s tender globes with a long nail. Lindy reached under Basil’s legs and began toying with Basil’s penis as it lay scrunched between Basil’s belly and the sheets.

 

Basil let himself enjoy it, to get his mind off the whipping, but then sonuvabitch, he was hard again. “What a pervert you are, Basil. See, Hugh, he still can’t control himself.” Lindy’s fingers ran around Basil’s hard cock as it stuck out from under Basil’s buttocks. Basil himself was weeping into the pillow, but he was so sexually enthralled by his beautiful wife.

 

Lindy turned Basil over and began toying with his growing cock. “You are just insatiable aren’t you Baze?” Lindy’s red tipped fingers ran up and down Basil’s cock as it got harder and harder. “There’s just no amount of discipline that will calm you down. I guess we could try the cane again.” Basil shook his head desperately, but up Lindy was, leaning over to pick up the cane.

 

And of course Basil was further aroused by the sight of her in her thong underwear. What gloriously juicy buttocks his wife had! Lindy sauntered back to the bed, bending the rattan and winking at Hugh, who was just shaking his head.

 

“What has to be done—“ Lindy said as she brought the cane down sharply on the tip of Basil’s cock—“is to find a way to make Basil’s cock a true submissive, as well as it’s owner.” PING. The cane bounced off Basil’s glans, and he tried desperately to free himself from the handcuffs interlocking his hands behind his head.

PING! “Basil doesn’t PING! Understand why his cock is so PING disobedient.” Lucinda laughed. WHAP!  Right across Basil’s nipples, and he screamed.

 

“But what I want to know is what the little polesmoker thought he was doing biting my balls off!” Hugh growled. PING! PING! PING! Lindy aimed the cane so it landed several times severely on Basil’s shaft, and he began moving about like an eel, towards the edge of the bed. WHACK WHACK Lindy’s cane slashed into Basil’s hip on that side until it drove him back to the middle of the bed.

 

As Lindy’s cane landed on Basil again and again, she watched Basil dancing around, struggling to pull his hands from behind his head. THWACK! PING! PING!

Several times the cane landed under Basil’s arms, stinging the armpits. PING! PING!

The cane whacked Basil’s stomach and then again on each nipple.

 

PING! The cane hit Basil’s facial cheek. PING! The cane tapped Basil’s forehead. PING!

Basil choked as Lindy’s cane slapped his Adam’s Apple smartly…Oh God, if she hits my throat again I may die, Basil thought. Of course that might be the ultimate submission, right?

PING! The cane hit Basil’s right nipple “Eeny”  PING! Left nipple and Lindy chanted“Meeany” PING! The testicles “Miny” PING! The tip of the cock. PING! Right nipple again. “Moe, catch a.” PING! “Limey by” PING! “the toe, or the cock. If he hollers” PING! PING! “tie him up some more, eh?” Lindy doubled over laughing.

 

 PING! PING! PING! The cane continued its good work on Basil’s suffering organ. Finally it looked as if Basil was going limp, and Lindy sat down on the bed next to the writhing Basil, balancing the cane on h her knees. “Yes, your penis needs lots of training.”

 

Lucinda’s fingers began gently toying and tickling Basil’s tortured sausage. Using her thumb to massage the underside of his cock, Lindy  leaned down and licked the welted tip, smiling. “Do you remember all the blowjobs I used to give you, Basil, before I found out what a little girl you were?”

 

Lindy ran her little hand faster over Basil’s penis until it began to swell again. “See the problem here, Hugh?” Lindy asked in a puzzled fashion. “His dick knows I want it limp, but he can’t seem to make it sit still. Just because I am a bit affectionate with Basil’s penis doesn’t mean it can have the nerve to bulge up like a man’s dick, right?”

 

Lindy let go of Basil’s dick and stood up, looking grim. She lifted the cane again

 PING! PING! PING! Basil felt as if his penis was on fire. The cane kept slamming down on Basil’s cock as if Lindy was trying to kill roaches running back and forth on the shaft. Basil closed his eyes and tried to withstand the pain, but it seemed nearly impossible.

 

 PING! Ooooh right across the balls. PING! PING! PING! She almost opened the vein across my throbbing shaft. PING! PING! PING! But there was a problem it seemed…Now Basil’s cock, in pain as it was, still was not going limp.

 

“I order you to go limp, you worthless little worm!” Lindy screamed and slapped the cane again and again, but the cock just stood there…erect. And as Basil noticed how erect it was, he realized that it was actually bigger and stronger than Hugh’s.

 

 In other words, Hugh’s cock, having been given lots of loving all night, still needed the stimulating tongue on the scrotum by poor Basil, while Basil’s was able to take lots of punishment, like a gladiator, or a Christian among the lions…it was fantastic.

 

Basil began laughing in contempt, perhaps a mistake. “You can’t make it go down, and you can’t much make Hugh’s go up, isn’t that wild, Lindy?” Basil didn’t notice Hugh’s jaw begin to grit, and his temples harden.

 

Finally Lindy dropped the cane and rolled Basil back over on his belly. “I guess there’s no hope in trying to control his wee-wee, so maybe you should just whip his butt some more.” Hugh was revolted. “Not with the cane, I won’t.”

 

Hugh left the bedroom and came back with a long, wet towel, curled and tied at the end. Basil looked up at the towel, and his laughter went down to a mild giggle. “The bastard can’t keep from getting hard still, can he? And he thinks you are still his woman, Lindy, it’s obvious.”

 

Basil quaked, but what could he do? Lindy was still stroking and playing with his cock a bit from behind, and he just couldn’t stop being excited,and he couldn’t help laughing at the fact that a. he’d freaked Hugh out by biting his scrotum, and b.Basil’s dick was almost super-powerful even after all that abuse.

 

Basil also was feeling as if he were about to erupt…Lindy’s fingers were bringing him dangerously to the brink. This would be a bad time to cum. And Hugh was now approaching the bed with his wet, rolled up towel.

 

“Now then, you faggot!” Hugh screamed as he hit Basil. CRACK! The towel landed on Basil’s right thigh, bursting one of the former weals into a bloody blister. Basil bit his liip in agony as the towel struck again. But Basil was still hard. This was impossible. But in a way it was funny, and Basil laughed again. “You think it’s funny?” Hugh screamed.

 

“You dare to get hard while looking at my girlfriend? I don’t care if she’s your wife, she’s my girl. You want to castrate me with your teeth, do you?” Basil thought again of biting Hugh’s scrotum, and he giggled, but then screamed as Hugh’s wet towel snapped smartly across Basil’s buttocks.

 

WHACK! THWACK! The towel slashed Basil’s thighs, his upper back and under his arms. Hugh was furious. “You’ve got to calm that dick of yours down, boy!” But Basil couldn’t. His penis was pushing firmly into the bed, and it was impudent. Nothing could seem to quell it, and this made Basil, despite his pain, laugh a bit more.

 

Finally Lindy rolled Basil over and Hugh landed another nasty one on Basil’s stomach, just below the navel. Hugh took the key from Lucinda and unlocked Basil’s cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

 

“Now then, you can get a towel and flick at me, if you want, it can be a fair fight, but I’m going to give you one helluva whipping.” Hugh menaced. Basiol got up and just wrung his hands as Hugh slashed Basil’s nipples and his stomach with the towel. In pain and jumping from one foot to the other, Basil still was chortling.

 

“Why are you laughing, damn you?” screamed Hugh. Hugh thwipped Basil painfully across the shoulder with the towel, and then across the mouth, and with his lip bleeding, Basil continued to laugh. “What the hell’s wrong with this sissy-fag? What’s so damn funny?” Hugh screamed.

“You-you’re so limp, and I’m the one with the bigger dick.” Basil cachinnated.  WHOP! The towel’s sharp tip snapped Basil’s cock again, which alarmingly hardened it further.

 

“My God what a weirdo you are” Hugh said, observing this. Basil thought silently that Hugh didn’t have much of a vocabulary, and that Basil, as Assistant Professor would voete against Hugh’s master’s dissertation when it was presented. “You disgust me!” Hugh roared.

 

Basil was dismayed, despite his hilarity, and his crotch was on fire. Why is he so insecure about the lack of activity involving his cock, Basil thought. Hugh followed up the crack at Basil’s cock with two or three more towel slashes at Basil’s testicles. It put Basil in mind of those horrible times after mandatory games practice back at Harrow. Wehnt he fellows in his team would lash him with wet towels in the changing room as retribution for  losing his wicket again and again at the great summer game.

 

But the harshest of Basil’s adolescent bullies was naught compared to Hugh, who handled his wet towel as if he were a bullwhip artist in a rodeo. WHACK! CRACK! SLASH! The towel hit Basil directly in the groin with deadly accuracy. Basil screeched but it didn’t stop Hugh’s vicious assault.

 

Finally Basil turned and ran through the house, Hugh following and cracking the towel at Basil’s ass out of the bedroom through the bathroom, down the hall around the guest room where Basil then tried to hide under the bed until Hugh rooted him out with a push-broom.

 

Then Basil ran pell-mell towards the stairs, falling down half of them before being pursued through the kitchen and dining room and living room, before being trapped in the pantry, where Basil hit a dead end. Hugh grabbed Basil’s left arm, bent it behind his back and turned Basil over his knee.

 

Hugh flogged Basil’s back and bottom without mercy for nearly twenty minutes as Basil screamed. Finally, Hugh let go of Basil, and Basil dropped to his knees and kissed Hugh’s feet, sucking the toes. “Master I am so sorry I bit you sir, please forgive me, I’ll do anything, even suck you off in the bathrooms at work, Master.”

 

Hugh finally calmed down and led the quite welted Brit back up to Lindy’s room. “Well, I thought about tying Basil up in the backyard.” Hugh said with a grin. “But he convinced me after I gave it to him in the pantry that he really was sorry about the sandpaper. So as I enjoyed the  testicle licking and haven’t finished fucking you yet, Lindy, I figure we should get back into our old positions.”

 

Lindy smiled, but shook her head. “Hugh, your penis just isn’t doing it for me. I think I’m going to let Basil fuck me, and cum, since his dick has gone through all this abuse…and you can go home…come on you big boy, Basil…see you later, Hugh.”

 

As Basil mounted Lindy, he heard the disgruntled Hugh slam the back door on the way out, and Basil laughed as he shoved his dick into Lindy’s pussy.

 

“Now you know tomorrow it’s back to you being a slaveboy” Lindy murmured. Basil nodded and laughed, and then he came hard and he laughed again!

THE END (Really!)