Hello, Literotica Reader:
Normally I am one to prefer imagining the sensations delivered at the hands of a gentle, erotic, teasing woman or man. It also excites me to imagine being restrained, open and vulnerable. But rally just vulnerable to sweet pleasure...not pain. Recently, I had the misfortune of sticking my hand under a part of a gate and startled a wasp that was minding its own business there. The immediate sensation on my finger was that of a burning cigarette tip. I pulled my hand back as the disoriented creature flew off. The pain was not fun and was the first sting I had experienced in years. Anyway, for some reason, I decided to research stings and an article on the bullet ant caught my attention. My imagination took me a step further and I decided to venture for the first time into the BDSM realm. I'm not completely comfortable in that realm but was willing to stick my big toe in for a moment (not a finger). The bullet ant is a large South American species that has a stinging venom measured off the pain chart as compared to wasps and bees. Brazilian natives use a mitt with hundreds of these potent ants sewn into the fabric with the stingers aimed inward. The ants are anesthetized and, as a right of passage, young boys are required to wear the mitt of bullet ants on their hand for ten minutes while they revive and begin stinging the flesh of the poor young victim. The pain lasts for about 24 hours and causes uncontrollable shaking of the part of the body affected by the single sting.
I've had one or two ask why I stopped writing. I lead a normal life that no one would ever surmise that I could come up with the scenarios I have in the three earlier stories. They make up my fantasies and it is exciting to share my secret thoughts with others who may share the same desires and fantasies.
I will see about fleshing out the stories I've written with additional chapters and events and, hopefully, take time to start typing away at new ones. Most of the time, when I start typing, the fingers just keep moving around the keyboard without much thought as if the visions are just pouring out from somewhere. I'll see what new visions are in store and share them with you when I can.
Alan
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He never dreamed that this second visit to the jungles of Brazil would have him in such a predicament. Two years ago, when he was 16, he had accompanied his father to this same region. It had been a marvelous, carefree summer adventure. His father, an etymologist, brought Jack along to see what fun a real "bugologist" could have traipsing around the jungle looking for exotic six-legged creatures.
After a few days of tagging along with his dad and those plastic jars full of the day's insect catch, Jack grew tired of his vacation and everything about the jungle...
Except for her.
A ravishing, bronze-skinned teenage goddess. He had been enchanted with her ever since they met two years earlier in the jungle clearing. She had been very shy and almost afraid to speak as they practically collided...he on a short jog after breakfast at his dad's camp and she fleeing something he never was able to comprehend at the time.
After that first meeting, he couldn't erase her from his thoughts. She appeared to be a native of the region, Jack's age with full, soft, shiny black hair that swung beautifully as she moved. Her natural eye brows and fine cheek bones framed what Jack perceived as the most beautiful golden brown eyes he would ever see in this lifetime. Just a few moments is all he had to take all this in and, just as suddenly as she had appeared, was she suddenly frozen with fear, then she was gone.
But the look they exchanged in that moment was a look that formed an instant deep bond. So many emotions flashed through the minds of that boy and that girl in that instant beginning with the startled shock of meeting in the middle of nowhere to the immediate growth of a realization that they knew each other perhaps in a past life or even a future life...then her expression quickly changed to an inexplicable look of fear as she fled back into the forest.
Jack had to find her again. His entire summer trip with Dad was changed from a "bug's life" to the beginning of a new life. She was now part of that life and he was driven to find her. For the next few days Jack returned to the same spot hoping she would be there.
Camp life went on as Jack went through the motions of pleasing his dad on their searches for more exotic insects but Jack couldn't shake the image of that beautiful Brazilian girl. Every morning he would return to the clearing in the forest hoping to see her again but she didn't return and life returned to normal at the camp.
That summer Jack's dad had warned him to reserve the greatest respect for any insect they might encounter as they walked through these rain forests...Jack was admonished to be especially respectful of what Dad called the "bullet ant".
Jack learned that the bullet ant, a native of South America's jungles, was extremely aggressive whose venom sting caused pain that exceeded that caused by any other insect including bees, wasps and other stinging creatures. The Schmidt Pain Index ranked at number 2 what most would consider the most painful sting of a wasp or strong bee sting. Those rose to the level of 2.
Schmidt ranked the sting of the bullet ant at 4+...more than twice the severity and far beyond anything experienced by a human.
If the black, inch-long bullet ant was ever given a chance to sting you, it would feel like a pinpoint of a molten, white-hot glass shard piercing your flesh and spreading the excruciating pain beyond the area of the sting to cause whatever body part that fell victim to shake and tremble uncontrollably in the throes of agony. The pain from one single brief sting of the bullet ant would engulf its victim in unbearable pain for up to 24 hours before gradually diminishing over the days that followed during recovery. Jack's father reached for a book and turned to a page of photos depicting the ant. "Never allow a bullet ant to come in contact with your skin, Jack," his father admonished, "You will regret it and will never forget it."
A few days later, Jack discovered exactly what his dad had warned him about. Jack took a short jog from the campsite one late afternoon. Pausing to catch his breath for a second, he leaned one hand against the trunk of a tree while lifting a foot and reaching down to adjust a sock. Suddenly, Jack felt a slight tickle of a movement on the back of his hand. He looked. On his hand was a huge, black insect that looked like an mammoth ant. It was 50 times larger than a normal black ant. Jack, recognizing the insect as the dreaded bullet ant he had seen in the photograph. Not knowing what to do, Jack panicked and jerked his hand away from the tree carrying the inch-long, thick bullet ant with it. Startled, the ant plunged its stinger into the back of Jack's hand! Instantly Jack's flesh burned with pain that was more intense than any pain he had experienced in his short life. It felt like a drop of molten iron had been poured onto his skin. No pain could ever surpass the pain Jack felt at that moment and the pain grew! It was like a needle had been held in a fire until it was so white hot that it could melt at any moment before plunging deep into his skin. It was as if that molten prick of heat continued to be forged in fire as it embedded itself in Jack's hand. The incredible thing was that the back of Jack's hand had fewer nerve endings than other, more sensitive parts of his body, but Jack's whole body was sucked into agony of this one ant's sting.
Jack screamed and cried out as he ran back toward the camp and his father. Surely Dad would know what to do to relieve the unbelievable pain.
"Jack! I told you to be careful!" His father tried to console him as Jack wept in agony from the pain in his hand. The searing, hot sting had spread to his forearm and Jack could not keep from furiously shaking his hand in any attempt to rid his body of such pain. No human being could be expected to endure the pain caused by the bullet ant. There was no antidote...no treatment that existed to ease the pain that would just have to work itself out over the next 24-hour period.
Finally recovered late the next day, Jack vowed never to put his hand against a tree in Brazil again.
As the days passed and it was almost time to return home to Texas, Jack's thoughts returned to the beautiful girl he had encountered in the forest. It was after midnight when Jack suddenly awakened from a dream. All he could remember was that he was flat on his back looking up into the eyes of the beautiful young girl he had encountered a week earlier. She held his gaze with her own with a look of fear and concern in her eyes. In his dream, Jack tried to console her as tears flowed down her soft cheeks.
Now fully awake, Jack rolled out of his cot and stood at the door to his hut. Through the tall trees that surrounded the camp clearing he could see the cold light of the full moon falling between the leaves. Not sleepy at all and still thinking of the beautiful girl, Jack decided to take a walk. Hopefully, no insects would be lurking to torture him this night. He made his way back to the clearing where he had first met the girl of his dreams. As he approached the clearing he encountered an incredible sight: She was there, in the exact spot they had first met, on a soft bed of blankets she had apparently brought with her to this spot. She lay there on her side in the moonlight facing away from him as he quietly walked toward her. Jack could not believe his good fortune! There she was! Even though he could not see her face he just knew it was she. As Jack walked closer, the girl suddenly turned her head and saw him there. She appeared startled and frightened but, after a moment, recognized Jack and rose up to her knees facing him. She had been weeping but now, a smile grew in her eyes and across her soft, full lips. It was as if Jack heard her voice in his head say, "You! I have been looking for you! I've waited here every night since we met. I have missed you. I need you. I want you."
Jack knelt down facing the girl as their eyes to devoured each other. Her hungry gaze explored every inch of Jack from his shock of blond hair, his deep blue eyes, strong nose, full soft lips, solid jaw and the rest of his body finely muscled in a swimmer's build.
Jack took in the girl's angelic face that was framed by her beautiful hair. Her lips were full and soft, slightly opened in a dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth. He could see the swell of her breasts pressing rhythmically against her tunic as she breathed that fell to her upper thighs revealing smooth, tanned, muscled legs. A perfect vision of an ideal young woman.
Jack felt a young man's erection growing as the pace of his breathing quickened, matching the girl's own breathless state. They knew they were meant for each other. The young man and young woman, both suddenly coming of age, rose on their knees facing each other and their bodies acted like magnets slowly drawing them together into an ageless embrace. They parted only to gaze deeply and longingly into each other's eyes again. The girl placed her hand over her chest and said, "Salea." Knowing that she had just told him her name, Jack responded by placing the palm of his hand against his chest saying, "Jack." They embraced again and quietly held each other, their minds and hearts racing, the center of their sex raging. Jack guided her to the ground as they became lost in each other's gaze. Their bodies pressed together and suddenly clothes were somehow shed and they lay naked together on the soft blankets.
Jack and Salea lost their virginity that night then fell asleep in each other's embrace.
Jack awakened to the early sun. She was gone. As hard as he searched after that night, he never found her. Sad and depressed he returned to Texas with his father, back to finish school. He never forgot his woman and was never able to shake her from his memory. He wouldn't see her again until the summer of his 18th year.
It was the same rain forest where he had found his love that Jack now found himself. This time tied, spread-eagle, on his back, on a 4-foot-high padded bench, not a stitch of clothes on. The last thing he remembered was walking through the rain forest taking up his search for Salea again, hoping against all odds that he would find her after two years. Jack had awakened from his drug-induced sleep to discover that he was surrounded by an entire native village: men, women, children, all clothed in some sort of ceremonial garb...except for one.
Standing at his right side, her eyes locked with his, was the girl! Salea! Two years ago they had slept in each others' arms after giving up their virginity to each other on that soft bed of blankets in the forest clearing under the full moon and now she stood beside him, totally naked as he was. Salea had grown more beautiful since he had seen her. Her beautiful face seemed wiser and more mature. Her body took his breath away. Her full tanned breasts swung softly as she moved and breathed. They had developed into perfect orbs during his time away. Her softly-rounded abdomen flared to graceful hips that framed a completely hairless vulva. As his gaze dropped beyond Salea's perfect pussy he again observed those wonderful legs that had wrapped around him the last time they met. As he took in the incredibly beautiful sight of Salea, Jack quickly responded with the swift beginnings of a large erection. Salea stood next to him in all her beauty with a look of concern in her eyes as a tear grew to run down her left cheek. Salea whispered one word, "Jack." Just like the dream he once had.
Jack had no clue why he had been drugged and tied unconscious to this flat table in the middle of a rain forest. A firm pad had been placed under his lower back just above his tailbone. The result was that his hips were forced up several inches and his genitals were lewdly raised and exposed to the entire crowd of onlookers. Jack could feel a slight breeze playing across his shaft and balls. That stimulus combined with the incredible visual stimulation Salea was providing standing near his side caused Jack's massive cock to grow to its 9-inch limit, rising a few degrees above his stomach. His balls began to tighten and rise in the confines of Jack's large scrotum.
As Jack contemplated his fate, a man, dressed in elaborate ceremonial garb, appeared at the left side of the table opposite Salea. Salea looked at the man in deference, a look of fear growing in her eyes. She then looked back at Jack and said in broken English, "My father." A woman stepped up next to Salea's father. She was holding a small child in her arms...a beautiful boy with big brown eyes and...
...blond hair.
Salea uttered the following words: "Our son. You are my love. Father says that we will be together, but..." and Salea's voice trailed off as she found herself unable to continue speaking.
Jack's mind was swimming with joy and anxiety at the same time. His heart practically leapt from his chest with love for Salea. He had found her again...or she had found him
...and he was tied, splayed wide, naked, his cock jutting high in the air for an estimated crowd of 50 natives to study...what the hell?????
The look of concern returned to Salea's face. "Father must make refiner's fire on you before we can be together again. Please be brave." Tears began to pour from Salea's eyes in such a foreboding that Jack was becoming very concerned. What could her father possibly have in mind?
Jack was about to discover.
At the man's signal, Jack's beautiful Salea slowly raised her arms and softly lay her hands on Jack. One soft had on his right thigh, the other on his right shoulder. Her eyes met her father's waiting for another signal. The man nodded once. Salea's velvet fingertips began to softly, slowly move over Jack's skin, softly caressing his body beginning at his thigh and shoulder and moving toward Jack's center. Salea lovingly touched Jack's thighs, hips, sides and abdomen. Her left hand began to caress Jack's right nipple, then his left. Salea's soft right hand slowly moved to lightly tickle Jack's balls. They had grown large as he matured the last couple years and his penis, now erect from the stimulation, maintained a thick 9 inches. The head was quite pronounced overshadowing a deep ridge of a corona, the head was turning shiny and purple with the erotic stimulation Salea was giving Jack.
Looking in her eyes, his breathing becoming heavier and more rapid as his erotic excitement grew, Jack expected a more pleasant look in her eyes but, instead, that look of foreboding continued to fester. When Jack's cock continued to stretch even beyond its normal full length and girth and his scrotum was tightening up, barely containing his massive balls dancing below the surface, a powerful ejaculation was becoming imminent. But Jack suddenly realized what was about to happen.
He looked toward Salea's side and observed two males approaching. One man held a large glass jar, about one foot high and eight inches in diameter full of a clear liquid. Jack could smell an odor of ether. That must have been what had been used to quickly render him unconscious earlier.
The other man, wearing long, thick leather gloves, used tongs to hold up what appeared to be a woven cloth sleeve that was about twelve inches long and just under four inches wide. It looked like a crudely-woven sock or tube, totally black in color, open at one end with a thin flap that was about one inch wide and six inches long.
As Jack focused his eyes on the black tube he could see that it was teaming with small movement over its entire surface. As he looked more closely, he could make out...
Oh, my god!!! Ants!!! Those were heads and upper bodies of hundreds of ants woven into the tube!!! He could see ant antenna waving in the air and agitated upper thoraxes struggling to free their unseen lower bodies that were obscured by the woven material.
Jack's heart stopped...he recognized the ants...they were black and would be about an inch long if he could see their entire bodies. But they were trapped in the fabric...hundreds of them woven into every micro-inch of the tube and into the flap that extended beyond the open end.
Jack came to the realization of two things: The inside of the tube was completely lined with hundreds of bullet ant thoraxes that ended in stingers...each single stinger capable of delivering the same excruciating pain that Jack had suffer two years earlier. But there wasn't just one nasty stinger. There were several hundred stingers trapped in the cloth sleeve!
As Salea continued to softly stimulate Jack's cock, balls and nipples, keeping his erection at its fullest and hardest, she wept. Jack, naked, arms and legs splayed open, his genitals thrust upward, was about to enter hell on earth.
As the crowd watched, a young man was brought forward by two men to join the two who were holding the sleeve and the jar. The young male looked to be about the same age as Jack and Salea. One of his escorts took a good grip of the young man's left arm and raised it in the air so everyone could see it. A look of extreme stress played across the youth's face. The man holding the sleeve that was alive and teaming with the captive, angry bullet ants, slowly raised the sleeve in the air with the tongs and lowered it over the lad's hand that was securely held up in the air. As the sleeve slowly lowered over his hand to his wrist and forearm, the young victim suddenly screamed in agony. Hundreds of bullet ant stingers were plunging simultaneously into flesh of his hand and forearm. Once the sleeve was fully lowered onto the boy's arm, the tongs released the sleeve but more was to come: The tong-wielding man placed the tongs on the table and placed his thick gloves to encircle the torturous sleeve around the boy's arm and hand. The gloves slowly squeezed the sleeve tighter agitating its occupants even more severely. The young man wailed wretched cries as his body was held securely by the two strong men and his arm was thrust into the sleeve of potent stingers.
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."
