HIM Magazine No.15 (English)

Fetish 28
With it I had cut myself however into
the own flesh, because my spectator
confirmed Tripp with its indication each
time. We were already at 220 strokes and
were heading unerringly towards 200,
although I had planned to bring him to his
personal limits at 250 at the latest.
“Let‘s make it a little more demanding
and I‘ll count myself!”, I said. Sure, I could
have cheated here, but no, I‘m tough
but fair. Well, or let‘s put it this way, I
can be unfair without having to give
false information. I switched back to the
lighter but much faster riding crop. With
it I could strike very purposefully and
in almost any fast rhythm. And just as
a monotonous rhythm can be grueling,
an unpredictable one can have a similar
effect. Especially when you have to count
along with the beats, and some of them
happen so quickly one after the other that
you can‘t really grasp them at all. Add to
that the different places on the body. And
so, I finally managed to get Tripp to slowly
get into trouble.
Wrong! Fuck!
already knows that the next one will follow soon. This rhythm
can bring him to despair, because he can‘t prevent it and every
blow gets harder. The ass hurts, the previous blows can still all
be felt, there is always one that hurts more than the previous
one and it will be followed by the next one, which will also hurt
more and then another one and so on. With Tripp, however, I
had to proceed differently. He managed not to lose sight of the
big picture. Only 250 more strokes and he would have made it.
His thoughts were like this or something similar. And the only
way I could break this thought was to make the 250 more strokes
an infinitely large mountain, a “Never Ending Story”.
“We‘re at 250 now, you count along backwards and when I ask
you, you tell me the correct number. If you‘re wrong, we start
over at 250”, I explained to him. Of course, I would count down
further myself, but he wasn‘t supposed to know that. It should
wear him down psychologically. At the same time, I chose a spectator
who would also count this for control purposes. So, I could
concentrate more on the reactions of the sub.
The first time it came out at 164, after a
few rhythmic and then almost impossible
to grasp and unpredictable arhythmic
beats. “Wrong! We start with 220 again!”,
I said and he just moaned “Fuck!” And
then I had him! From that moment on
he couldn‘t call a result correctly, he was
broken! We made several attempts and
each time he had to start counting again
at 220. In my internal count, however, he
was already down to just shy of 80 open
strokes and I knew that if he didn‘t give
up right now, I‘d probably have to admit
defeat and he wouldn‘t be available to
all the guests afterwards, which is what
I really wanted. “You give up?” I shouted
and he replied “No!”. Twenty more very
hard blows followed. “Number?” - “I don‘t
know!” - “220 again and harder!” With
actually only 46 strokes left, he finally
gave up, because he assumed that he
would never manage to count down the
strokes correctly and because he perhaps
also assumed that I would cheat. But he
was definitely not at the real performance
limit yet! I untied him and took him in my
arms for the time being. He had done a
great job and I was very proud of him. But
the deal stood and it was also a reward
for him. So, after the intimate hug he got
a collar put on and was put on a leash for
the guests to use. A few minutes later he
already got a full load from the first three
guys. He was tied up, fucked and passed
around between the different guests and
as a boy-toy he had to be at everyone‘s
disposal. (db)