India Meets the Boys

By Jeff White

An adult book, containing graphic descriptions of extreme sadism. Not for sale to under-18s.
India is a very rare woman, one who is turned on by hurting men, and especially their private regions. Fortunately there is no shortage of men who are prepared to suffer extreme pain for their gratification, even if it will cause them permanent harm. With the help of her lovely assistant Sophia, India cuts, burns and otherwise harms a selection of men, in this, the first of a series of books, India's Men, about her hobby. Her ultimate aim with her men is to emasculate them, and in this book one man is prepared for just such an event.
Look out for future books in this series in the months to come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Sep 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370965823

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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India Meets the Boys

By

Jeff White

Published by Jeff White

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Copyright © 2016

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All characters are over the age of 18

This is a work of fiction; India may exist but you'll never meet her …

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Contents

Series Prologue

Prologue

1: Fun With Chris

2: Marco

3: Walter

4: Bill

5: Jez

Epilogue

India's Men

Series Prologue

NO, stop. No more! But the pain went on as the unseen, unknown man, just another anonymous 'uncle,' helped himself to her young body. India fought in vain, but it was no good …

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Now, some years further on, with a degree behind her and a very good job, India sometimes wondered how much those years had shaped her actions, her feelings, the way she behaved towards men. The way she lusted after a firm erection, the thrill she felt when she held a firm pair of balls in her hand. And the desire she felt to destroy those things. To cut them, burn them, crush them …

But then, she mused, what did her motivation matter? Just as long as there was a plentiful supply of men who wanted her to do just that, then surely the world was in perfect balance. And tonight, she decided, she was going to celebrate the perfection of her world with a pair of perfectly grilled skewered testes …

Book 1: India Meets the Boys

Prologue

CHRIS'S tongue was deep inside his Mistress's cunt, drawing the musky secretions from her. India often told him that she only kept him because he had the longest tongue she had ever experienced, and he was grateful for that. Very few kinky men ever found a partner whose desires complemented their own, and most masochists had to either make do with video-fuelled fantasy or pay well for the pleasure of pain. India happily doled the pain out for free, more to please herself than the men, and Chris, along with several others, had their wants satisfied by her cruelty and their own hands.

The men all knew that if they chose to leave, India would make sure that they never had to suffer frustration again, and to men of their type even that eventual castration was something to look forward to!

Chris sensed, rather than saw, India's arm moving and his eyes followed her hand as she reached for the short whip that she always had close to her. Her favourite punishment whip, it was a metre of braided leather, two or three centimetres at the handle end and tapering to almost nothing at the business end. It must have once been mid-brown, but now the further down you looked the darker the leather was, discoloured by the sweat and blood of India's men. Chris cast his mind back to work out what he'd done wrong, but of course sometimes she just hurt them because she wanted to!

The whip slashed down onto his back, and very softly India asked, What was that mess on the kitchen counter?

Oh that! Chris remembered now: when he'd made his Mistress a coffee earlier he'd spilt a spoonful of sugar, and he'd forgotten to go back and clean it up. He moaned, I'm sorry, Mistress. It's just sugar.

"And this is just your back," India replied as she whipped him again.

I won't do it again, he promised her.

India was almost purring as she replied, You can do it as many times as you want. Just as long as you remember that this is what you will get for it. She whipped him again, and then again. Now lick my clitoris. You know what I want from you.

Chris moved his long tongue slightly so that it was rasping against her love button. India gasped as her orgasm approached, but she didn't let up with the whip, laying into his back more and more vigorously as she peaked. It was not until she felt herself release a little spurt of urine that she stopped slicing him; then she took the sharp end of the whip in her other hand and, placing it behind his neck, she pulled his head tight into her while she dribbled a little more of her piss into his open mouth.

After a while she let him get up, and she checked his back. His skin was split in a couple of places, with just a few beads of bright red blood standing out from the welts. She gently smeared them over him and then she said, I think you deserve a little more. Stand by the wall, facing me, hands on your head.

Chris did as he was told and he was aware that his body was shaking slightly; the whip hurt more