The Rock Concert

It was 10 am on a Sunday morning. Sharon was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, whilst Jonny was cleaning up the debris from last night. He moved slowly, painfully, his body reminding him of the tortures he had undergone the night before when Sharon and her friend Melanie had pushed his pain tolerance limits to new highs.

His body was covered with indentations and deep scratch marks where their high heels had mercilessly done their cruel work and his balls still ached from the prolonged pain they had been subjected to. In his mind, he could remember the terrible agony – but Jonny loved it. He was a pain junkie, and he had been unable to resist being cruelly tortured by the two beautiful girls. He was like a moth flying around a candle – knowing the danger but unable to resist the attraction.

Sharon looked up from her newspaper and spoke to him.

« I have just read something interesting which has given me a great idea » she said. Jonny shivered – Sharon’s « great » ideas usually meant considerable suffering for him. « Next week there is an outdoors rock concert in Mayfield Park and hundreds of people are going. I think you and I will go to this concert as well ».

Jonny paused. A rock concert ? He had been expecting Sharon to order something else – but a rock concert was fine by him ! No pain at a rock concert ! Little did he know Sharon’s diabolical plan.

« Jonny » she said. « I have always wanted to torture you in a public place, and this seems like a perfect opportunity. So you and I will go to this public outdoors rock concert next week ».

« But Sharon » replied Jonny « There will be hundreds of people there ! Someone is sure to see you torturing me ! And you know we should not make a scene in public ».

« Don’t worry Jonny » said Sharon « I have a perfect plan. I am going to torture you very badly, in the middle of all those people, but no one will even realise what I am doing to you ! ». Jonny felt a cold shiver down his spine ! Sharon was very inventive … what did she have in mind ?

As the week went by, Jonny got more and more worried. The fear of the unknown was eating at him. At the same time he took comfort from the fact that even Sharon could not go too far in public. Saturday came around and he turned up at Sharon’s house as ordered at 7 pm.

His beautiful goddess was waiting for him. She looked wonderful and rather frightening. She had on her terrible biker boots, with the razor sharp high heels which had so many times given him pain in the past. Tucked into the boots she wore a pair of coal black jeans. A white silk skirt and her denim jacket completed her outfit. She looked fantastic, and she looked very menacing as she smiled a cruel little smile at his discomfiture.

« Have a drink Jonny » she said « You’re going to need it tonight ! ». Wow ! Jonny began to feel quite worried. « What are you going to do to me Sharon ? » he asked in a scared tone.

« I’m going to give you a lot of pain tonight Jonny – more than you can imagine. But I order you not to scream or show your pain. You have to accept the suffering I will cause and not show it at all ! I don’t want anyone in the crowd to realise what I am doing to you. It will be a secret torture between you and me ! I have always wanted to torture you in public and I will do it tonight … but you cannot make any sound at all ! That’s an order ! If you do, I promise you I will make you really pay for it when I get you home tonight ! ».

As usual, even just hearing her words made Jonny shiver. Sharon had a talent for striking deep fear into his heart, just by speaking to him.

« Time to go Jonny » said Sharon. « We want a good spot to watch the rock concert ». And so saying, she swept out of the house followed by a very worried and confused Jonny. They got to the park in good time but hundreds of people were there already. This made Jonny feel a little better. Even Sharon could not go too far with all these people around them.

The concert started, and heavy metal music began to throb in the air. The band was great, and the audience reacted wonderfully to the savagery of the music. Suddenly, Jonny heard Sharon whisper in his ear.

« Now we start Jonny » she whispered « did you think I had forgotten my promise to you ? ». Jonny started. Christ ! It was about to start, whatever it was !

« First Jonny » whispered Sharon « I want you to kneel down so I can sit on your shoulders. When I have settled myself properly, you will rise slowly to your feet. All these people around us will just think you are giving me a better look at the band, so no one will find it strange ».

« And you will carry me for a full hour ! You will be my thing, my beast of burden, my animal. And you will not drop me or I will make you suffer very badly later on ! And whilst I sit on your shoulders, I will begin your torture ! But you will not make a sound, at all … do you understand ? ».

« But Mistress ! » Jonny whispered back « What if I can’t do it for an hour ? ! I’m only a small guy ! ». It was true, Jonny at 1m60 was much smaller than Sharon’s 1m74 – but this was the great part of the game for her ! Forcing this smaller man to carry her 65 kgs, knowing how hard it would be for him, literally riding him to exhaution ! This was part of the turn-on !

« Don’t worry Jonny » she whispered back « You will carry me an hour ! If you don’t do it properly I will hurt you so badly later on that you what I am doing to you here will seem like a child’s game ! Do you understand me ? »

Jonny nodded. What else could he do ? He had to accept, or it would be even worse later ! « Down you go boy ! » whispered Sharon « down on your knees ».

Jonny sank to a kneeling position. Sharon lifted one shapely leg after the other and settled herself on his shoulders. She moved around till she felt comfortable and then squeezed his cheeks with her thighs. This was obviously a sign that she was ready, so Jonny rose to a standing position, carrying his cruel tormentor on his shoulders.

Immediately, he felt the weight of his tall rider. He knew he could probably easily carry Sharon for 10 minutes, but could he do it for one hour ? At any rate, he entered into the spirit of the game, carrying his sweet burden as best he could. Sharon sat on her little victim for 5 minutes just swaying to the music. Jonny thought this was OK. At least this wasn’t cruel torture ! Yeah ! He could go for this ! He began to relax and enjoy the sensation of carrying his beautiful goddess, looking at the slender legs that he could see on each side of his head. Several people looked at the beautiful girl riding on his shoulders. Eat your hearts out fellas ! This baby is MY mistress !

Poor Jonny ! Little did he know what Sharon had in store for him. Suddenly, he felt one of her feet fumbling with his tee shirt where it was tucked into his jeans. He looked down. He saw Sharon’s right shoe hooking at his tee shirt. The high heel on her biker boot dug into the cloth, and pulled the tee shirt slowly out of his jeans. Then he watched as the high heel worked its way under the tee shirt, and that’s when Jonny realised that he was in for it !

Sharon deliberately and slowly dug her cruelly sharp high heel into the flesh of his unprotected stomach ! She ground the heel in, turning it in his flesh, digging it deeper and deeper, feeling the judders of pain in her mount though her legs.

For both the rider and her victim, the turn on was fantastic ! Electrical ! Sharon was really enjoying the sensation of this terrible secret torture she was inflicting, and Jonny was capitivated by the cruelty of the image of this beautiful creature, sitting on him, using him like a beast, and hurting him terribly, slowly, and profoundly !

The heel continued its terrible task.. Sharon moved the heel to his right side, and dug it into the flesh under his ribs … Jonny gasped as the pain intensified .. only to receive an extra sharp jab to remind him that he was ordered to suffer in complete silence. After a few minutes, Sharon started to also use the heel on her other foot. The pain was now quite nearly unbearable as both heels dug deep into the tender flesh of his stomach and his sides and left deep abrasive marks on his skin.

By now, Sharon had escalated the pain from just digging and turning her heels. She began to dig deep furrows in his flesh, scratching as deep as she could, and drawing the heels along his flesh so as to leave long lateral marks on his skin. Jonny staggered under the pain. He felt sure his skin had broken, it felt as if his wounds were bleeding, but he had no way to know because he could not see downwards easily.

The scenario was terrific ! Girl and man, torturer and victim, rider and horse – both of them locked into a dance of pain – the man taking his agony in perfect silence, and the girl revelling at her complete power over him ! The fact that this terrible act was taking place in a fully public venue, in close proximity to the assembled crowd and with no one even realising what she was doing, was a tremendous turn-on for Sharon. He’s lucky I can’t use spurs on him in this public place, she thought to herself, and sharply intensified her efforts as if to punish him.

By now, Jonny was in great agony, both physical and mental. His skin was burning and he was in great pain. He was also beginning to stagger from the effects of carrying Sharon, for almost half an hour by now. He did not dare lose his balance or drop her, because he knew her vengeance would be terrible if he did. The worst part for him was not being able to cry out in his pain – it was easier to bear if you could scream out your agony, but to suffer in silence and not even show the pain in a grimace on your face was nearly impossible.

He felt Sharon tighten her thighs around his neck – a sure sign she was also getting super-excited. He was proud to serve her in this way, even though it meant he had to suffer. Jonny was, after all, a pain junkie…

Sharon decided to introduce her victim to the next higher level of pain.

Jonny watched as she stopped massacring his flesh with her heels, gasping at the relief from the pain as the heels were withdrawn from the tender flesh of his abdomen, but watching fearfully to see what she would do next. Sharon’s biker boot dropped lower down his body, approaching his groin. « Ah ha ! » he thought « that’s too far for her heel to be able to dig in : ». Poor Jonny, he had no idea !

 

The boot stpped at his groin, raised itself outwards from his body, and then, sharply, the heel came back and kicked him squarely in the balls ! The pain was immediate and very intense ! He staggered from the agony, only just managing not to double over from the pain and drop his cruel rider. Sharon sat on the shoulders of her small victim, sadistically drinking in and absorbing his pain, squeezing his head tightly between her thighs to keep him from staggering from the pain in his balls.

A little rest and the heel did its cruel work again ! The heel crashed solidly into his balls again ! The pain was unbearable ! And Sharon did it again and again and again ! For the next 5 minutes, Jonny went through sheer hell ! Again and again, Sharon made him bear the terrible torture of these cruel kicks directly into his balls, sqeezing his head with her thighs to force him to stand upright and take the pain without bending over and dropping her. She could feel his hurt, she knew he must be suffering terribly, and her excitement was heightened by the fact she was still able to do this terrible act in complete ignorance of the people packed in so closely around them.

However, after 5 minutes, Sharon realised she had to stop, because Jonny was going to pass out and drop her if she carried on this torture. The thought crossed her mind that one day in the future she might actually do this to him again in private, but this time with his wrists handcuffed behind him so he could not protect himself, and that this time she would not stop kicking his balls till he fainted dead away from the pain. « Oh you are going to suffer little man ! You are really going to suffer one day ! » she thought to herself.

By now, Jonny couldn’t wait for the evening to end. His balls ached unbearably, his abdomen was on fire from the deep wounds made by Sharon’n high heels, and his shoulders and back ached from having carried her for some 45 minutes by now. But he knew inside himself that it was not over ! Sharon was getting into her stride ! What next ?

Sharon reached into the pocket of her denim jacket. She took something out of the pocket, and slowly ran her hand down the inside of her thigh, and inside the top of his tee shirt. Immediately, Jonny knew what she was doing ! She had a pair of nipple clamps on a chain and was attaching the first clamp to his right nipple ! She then drew the chain back up, around his head, and down again inside his tee shirt till she was able to attache the other clamp to his left nipple. To any spectator, it would look as if this was a girl caressing her lover gently ! In reality, Sharon was preparing her victim for fresh pain.

Having attached the nipple clamps, she sat back full on his shoulders. She felt Jonny shoulders move as he adjusted to the weight. Sharon picked up the chain that now ran around his neck attached to his nipples. Jonny shivered because he knew this time exactly what was coming. Sharon began the new torture of pulling on his nipples via the chain !

The pain again was terrific ! The clamps had evil little teeth that were deeply embedded in each nipple and Sharon pulling on the chain made the teeth saw deep into his nipples as they were cruelly pulled upwards ! 5 terrible minutes went past as Sharon tortured her little victim’s nipples cruelly.

 

No one around them had the faintest idea of what was happening. Sharon extended Jonny’s nipples by several centimeters, pulling cruelly upwards, and he could only stand there and shudder as wave after wave of pain swept through his nipples.

From time to time Sharon decreased the pain, only to renew it at maximum intensity moments later. The clamps had special teeth that closed the more they were pulled on, and they bit unmercifully into the soft flesh of Jonny’s nipples.

He was sure that his nipples must be bleeding from the inhuman torture caused by the tall, beautiful girl who still sat on his aching shoulders, but he could not see his chest properly. He suffered in silence, gritting his teeth as Sharon increased and decreased his pain. It was a truly cruel thing to do – the act of a perfect sadist on a perfect masochist. Despite himself, Jonny could not help feeling sexually aroused. He would do anything for this beautiful girl – anything !

Sharon ended his nipple torture in the cruellest possible way. She slowly pulled the chain tighter and tighter till she eventually ripped each clamp off. The agony was unbearable, and she felt her little victim squirming with the pain. Sharon was also quite super-excited by now, rubbing herself from time to time against the nape of her horse’s neck as she hurt him.

Her next act was even worse. She withdrew from her denim pocket two needles. She passed her hands in front of Jonny’s eyes so he could see what she had in her fingers, and she smiled cruelly as the little guy almost staggered when he saw she was holding a pair of needles ! What was she going to do with them ? ! !

He found out soon enough !

Sharon slowly and cruelly dug the needle into the fleshy part at the bottom and behind his right ear. Jonny almost screamed aloud in his agony, only the knowledge that Sharon would nearly kill him holding him from screaming out aloud. Sharon then did the same thing to his other ear ! Jonny nearly went beserk, shaking his body in an attempt to come to grips with the terrible pain.

Then, Sharon withdrew the needle and pierced a new part of his ear’s flesh par with it. For 5 terrible minutes the horrible torture continued with the beautiful girl tormenting the little guy almost beyond imagination. He stood there, taking the pain, his legs spread wide to carry his tall rider, and felt her moving her crotch against the back of his neck as the excitement of the torture she was dishing out increased her sexual stimulation.

At last the dreadful pain stopped. By now, Jonny was sure his ears must be bleeding. They had been pierced right through with sharp needles and there was no way they were not bleeding. Sharon solved his questions – she put a finger behind his wounded ear, wiped it along the torn flesh, and cruelly moved her hand in front of Jonny’s eyes so he could see his blood on her fingers !

He nearly fainted. « But what if the blood get’s on her clothes ? » he thought. Surely it will drip onto her trousers and then people will see ? And then suddenly he realised why she had worn a pair of coal black jeans ! It was because they would not show the blood ! So she had planned this right from the beginning ! Oh cruel Sharon !

The hour was nearly up. At least this will soon be over, he thought. When Sharon says something, she never lies, and she did say he would only have to carry her for one hour. Then he felt her reach into her jacket again. What now ? What new terrible plan did she have in mind ? He was soon to find out……

Sitting on the shoulders of her small tortured mount, Sharon casually lit a cigarette, pulling the smoke in and exhaling it in a relaxed action. Then she reached down with her other hand and tapped the back of Jonny’s ear, whilst she moved the lit, burning cigarette in front of his terrified eyes. Her message was clear ! She was going to burn the back of his ears ! No ! No ! No ! he thought ! Not that ! He didn’t think he could stand it !

He felt Sharon tighten her thighs around his head – a sure sign she was now intending to commence this other last torture before he would be free. The hour was now only a couple of minutes from being over ! Only two minutes more ! he tought. Just two minutes to bear !

He felt her hand approach the cigarette towards his ear, slowly, ever so slowly. Gradually he felt the heat build up. Sharon was very cruel to do this slowly, whereas a quick burn would be over very soon. But this was not Sharon’s way. She liked to extract the maximum of both physical and mental agony from her victim. At last she touched the burning tip to his flesh and kept it there for a count of three.

It was the last straw ! Jonny was just unable to take any more ! He dropped to his knees and deposited his mistress on the ground ! The pain in his ear transcended everything else !

 

Sharon, now standing beside him, looked him full in the eyes. « You nearly made it Jonny » she whispered. « You only had two minutes to go. ». Secretly, she was very pleased she had pushed him over the brink. Now she could heap fresh new tortures on him all night long….