Jack and the Bullet Ant

When the boy passed out from the pain and was trembling uncontrollably, the gloved man took the tongs and carefully removed the sleeve from the victim's arm. What was left was a swollen arm full of red, angry welts as the hand and arm turned crimson. The boy appeared to be suffering convulsions as the two strong men dragged him away.

Jack nearly passed out both from the erotic pleasure he had been constantly receiving from Salea's hands and from the sight of her perfect body as she had kept him on the edge of cumming thoughout the entire torture event and from the fear growing in his heart that he was about to experience the young man's same fate...only, as he was beginning to realize, worse. Jack wasn't wrong. Apparently he was about to be walked through some sort of cleansing event so that he could deserve a life with the daughter of the elder who stood at his left side ready to give the command that would send Jack to Hell today.

All stood silent.

The command came.

As Salea continued her erotic ministrations of Jack's body, "Tong Man" lowered the sleeve teaming with hundreds of enraged bullet ants into the jar of ether. The liquid sedated the angry ants and rendered them unconscious...

...but the would not be unconscious for long enough...

A few seconds after lowering the sleeve into the liquid, Tong Man raised it into the air to quickly dry to its original state. The angry black ant heads were still as they slept...the constant movement over the entire surface of the tube had stilled for the moment.

Salea ceased all stimulation but continued to gaze into Jack's eyes as she gently ran her delicate fingers through his shock of blond hair.

Father nodded once again.

Tong Man raised the sleeve into the air and slowly began to lower it toward Jack...

...toward the tip of Jack's fully engorged erection!

The thumb and forefinger of one of Tong Man's thickly-gloved hands encircled the base of Jack's stiff cock and raised the nearly exploding shaft to a vertical position. The sleeve slowly lowered to within a few inches of Jack's cock head. Jack's breathing became faster and labored. He prayed for strength. All eyes were on Jack's penis, balls and the sleeve. The thin, six-inch strip extending from one side of the sleeve's open end, dangled closer and closer to the underside of Jack's stiff cock, eventually lightly brushing down along the center ot Jack's scrotum and beyond toward his exposed anus. Tong Man continued to slowly lower the tube until the opening began to encompass the swollen head of Jack's cock. In a sudden panic, Jack expected the searing sting of a big, black, angry bullet ant but, instead, he felt the slight friction of the first of hundreds of ant thoraxes being lowered around over the head and ridge of his corona, then on down over the shaft of his thick cock. He could feel the long under strap sliding down over the middle of his scrotum between his balls that had risen up, hard, against his groin from Salea's stimulation. Precum began to ooze over his shaft as the snug sleeve cuddled around him. The flap continued its descent to come to rest between his butt cheeks. The sleeve was finally fully seated as Tong Man carefully released the grip of the tongs and set them aside. With four heavily-gloved fingertips of one hand, Tong Man nudged the thin strip containing about 60 bullet ant lower bodies against Jack's perineum and, slowly, very, brought the remaining end of the ant strip into solid contact with Jack's anus. A woman stepped up next to Tong Man and brushed what would later be determined to be a strong adhesive glue securing the 6-inch strap securely between Jack's cheeks to maintain solid, unbreakable contact between the ant thoraxes and his perineum and anus. The entire contraption trapped literally hundreds of ants with the stinging power that would enable each, individually, to render pain at or beyond the level of Mr. Schmidt's scale of 0-to-4 at a searing 4+...that multi-hundred stinger fabric completely gobbled up and consumed Jack's cock, ball sack, perineum and anus.

They still slept, those devilish creatures from hell, as everyone watched the sleeve with the greatest macabre anticipation. Jack could not breath, anticipating what he was about to suffer. Salea continued to cry as she presented her fully nude body to his view and stimulated Jack's nipples keeping him fully erect inside the sleeve.

Suddenly, two women stepped up to either side of Jack. They each held a small clear plastic pouch about two inches in diameter and an inch deep. Inside the pouches, Jack could see a swarm of sleeping bullet ants, maybe 20 crammed into each pouch. The pouches appeared to be coated around the opening with the same adhesive that was used on his anus strap. Simultaneously, the women reached forward with their pouches and lowered a pouch of sleeping ants over each of Jack's nipples! Pressing firmly, the women affixed open rings of the clear ant pods to the smooth skin around Jack's stiff nipples. As they did so, Jack could feel the sleeping pile of bullet ant bodies fall over and around his swollen nipples, totally covering them and the surround aureoles.

Forty sleeping bullet ants covered his nipples and hundreds of bullet ant bodies were nestled against every centimeter of Jack's penis, balls, perineum and anus.

He waited.

The crowd watched.

Salea quietly wept as she stroked Jacks hair and forehead.

Jack tried to take himself to another place. He knew that shortly his world was going to be full of more pain that anyone should be forced to endure. Remembering the poor lad whose hand and arm were severely blistered and swollen from the brief contact with the ant venom and his ghostly cries of anguish, Jack nearly passed out from anticipation of what was to come. He couldn't move, secured to the table, Salea continued to stimulate Jack with her soft hands playing over his stomach and chest just below those stiff nipples. She was a beauty to behold, her luscious breasts moving with her every breath, her nipples erect, her eyes locked on his.

Slight movement! Jack felt slight movement! Jack's balls were the first to feel just a suggestion of tiny movements, then the feeling was like a tickly tingling spreading over, around and under his ball sack. The sensation continued to include the strip along his perineum and against his sphincter. Then, just under the ridge of the crown of his cock, Jack could feel slight movement. Then he could feel a tickle across his frenulum, just under the head of his penis where the most sensitive erotic nerves lay below the hole in the head of his cock. He looked down at his chest and saw the pile of big black ants beginning to stir and he suddenly felt a tickling sensation on his nipples as the creatures began to move about on his skin, across his nipples and over each other. He looked further down at the black sock that housed his cock and balls and could see tiny movements over every part of the sock. The ants were waking up! The ants were becoming active! God help me!

The tickling feeling spread over every part of Jack's sensitized body that was covered with hundreds of bullet ants. The entire length of his cock was now active with tiny, tickling bullet ant thoraxes. His balls were now fully involved with the tickling sensation and his anus, too. The totality of the stimulation was beginning to bring Jack close to orgasm. Ironically, the stimulation continued until Jack, gasping, was brought to the very edge of cumming but not strong enough to give him the release he was beginning to crave.

Just when Jack had experienced about ten minutes of this erotic stimulation produced by hundreds of bullet ants that were now fully awake, it happened.

Tong Man, using his gloved hands, loosely gripped Jack's sleeved cock with one glove and softly cupped his ball sack with the other. A grim smile began to play across Tong Man's lips as he looked into Jack's pleading eyes. Tong Man looked to Salea's father for another signal. It came. Tong man began slowly squeezing and shaking the sleeve containing Jack's heavy balls. Tong Man began agitating the sleeve containing Jack's huge shaft up and down, back and forth. With his lower gloved hand, Tong Man delivered a light slap to the black mass of insects completely covering Jack's swollen, hard scrotum. The hand continued slapping downward to Jack's anus.

What instantly followed was the first sting. The stinger sank into the most sensitive skin covering Jack's left ball. Jack suddenly heard a shriek! He realized it was his own voice. At the top of his lungs Jack screamed in agony. The first stinger had hit its mark. The angry owner of the stinger was fully agitated and ready for war. The ant's companions were quickly picking up on the agitation. A second, third and fourth stinger plunged into Jack's left nut followed by four simultaneous toxic punctures to his right nut. Jack's ordeal had begun.

Tong Man, having launched the assault on Jack's ball sac, lowered a thick gloved hand to tap against the full length of Jack's perineum and anus sending those bullet ants into enraged action, immediately plunging their 4+ venom under the entire length of strap glued to Jack's crack and over his sphincter.

Jack's cries and screams echoed through the forest to be heard by no one but the crowd of spectator observing his "initiation." Salea sobbed, her tears falling onto Jack's bare chest and stomach.

The women who had placed the little sacks stuffed with loose bullet ants over Jack's nipples suddenly flicked the pods with the tips of their fingers sending the forty nasty bullet ants into a fury. The ants immediately arched their tails against Jack's nipples -- on the tips and against the sides of the eraser-like buds -- and let fly with dozens of excruciating stings. Tears streamed down Jack's cheeks, mixing with Salea's weepings on his neck and upper chest. Jack's screams grew hoarse as his vocal cords eventually gave out and all he could do was scream and wail silently with his mouth wide open and his teeth bared in agony.

The bullet ants were not abated. Tong Man moved both gloved hands to encompass Jack's erect, completely covered penis. Tong Man, showing no mercy and seeming to enjoy his role as "executioner" began swiftly agitating the entire length of Jack's shaft. As incredible as it would seem, among the dozens of stings already administered to Jack's most vulnerable and tender flesh, the barbs of seventy additional angry bullet ants suddenly answered Tong Man's irritation by speedily sinking their molten full lengths into the shaft of Jack's penis from tip to balls! Tens of barbs penetrated the deep ridge under Jack's swollen cock head. Jack now experienced the 4+ pain over 100-fold of the full community of enraged, aggressive, trapped ants. He lost consciousness for how long he couldn't guess. He dreamed the same dream of Salea's concerned, tearful look into his eyes he had dreamed two years before. He drifted back to consciousness after what could have been ten minutes. He immediately experienced the searing pain of over a hundred stingers still actively and aggressively stinging every tiny area of Jack's cock, balls, anus and nipples. He was going to die but was afraid he would not. At least if he died, his agony would pass.

The stingings continued for another ten minutes...twenty or more minutes of unbearable pain delivered to Jack's genitals and nipples.

Ultimately, Salea's father nodded. Tong Man reached down with a gloved hand and pulled the strap away from Jack's anus. Tong Man picked up his tongs from the table between Jack's legs and lifted the sting sock off of Jack's cock and balls, depositing the sock back into the jar of ether. Tong Man reached up and squeezed the nipple bags closed, breaking the adhesive seal and removing the angry ants from Jack's nipples. Tong Man dropped the little sacks into the ether.

It was over.

Jack's mouth remained open wide, teeth bared in a death mask grimace of totally-engulfing pain. His penis, still full erect, was twice as thick with huge, insane, crimson welts caused by perhaps a thousand individual stingings. Precum continued to seep from the tip of his cock and run down over the welts to his ball sac. The sac was swollen to practically the size of a cantaloupe, totally covered in welts caused by hundreds of individual stingings. Jack's anus was swollen shut, the cleft between his buns was swollen to such an extent that his anus would not be revealed for days.

The pain did not relent. Jack would experience this pain for a day or more without solace or relief. It was as if the team of ants was still attacking his penis, balls, anus and nipples. It would not stop.

Salea leaned over and tearfully kissed poor Jack on the lips and whispered, "Now I am yours. Please forgive my father. Pease forgive me."