“I hear that you suck cock really well. Why don’t you show us, slut?”
I looked at Margo, but she never said a word. She didn’t have to. I could see by the expression on her face that she wanted me to lower myself to an even lower level. I didn’t want to, but I was in no position to argue. I already crossed that line, so what difference does it make. I got out of bed and immediately sank to my knees.
I licked his cock, running my tongue along its entire length before taking it in my mouth. I could taste her on his dick. I could taste the mixture of their lust. Finally he rammed it in deep. I choked for a moment but let him start to fuck me. He grabbed my head and jammed his long dong down into my throat. I had no control as he slammed my nose into his bush. I raised my head and looked at him. After several minutes, his hot spunk filled my mouth.
“Swallow it, asshole!”
I did.
Before long he left, and Margo came back in to remove my cuffs. She took my hand and led me to her bed, where I held her for the rest of the night.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights were similar. She put me in tight bondage before going out and released me to clean them up when they were done.
On Saturday morning we were back in the tattoo shop. Brad put three studs in my tongue and pierced my right ear. Yea, I know what you are thinking, but I couldn’t say anything. She owns me.
I guess I was lucky that she let me wear somewhat normal clothes. I had on a pair of fairly snug, gray sweats that were gathered just below my knees, one of her white tee shirts as well as a very small, tight diaper. Actually it’s a kid’s overnight that goes up to eighty-five pounds. It stretches just enough. It’s necessary now, since they continue to keep my asshole stretched so wide. Without it, if I fart, I’ll usually shit myself. I realized that I will never be the same.
After today’s session with Brad, I had trouble talking. I had a definite lisp, but he said it would go away after a couple of months. I had to get used to having something different in my mouth.
Of course while being out and around, we had to make a stop at Leather Bound.
“Well hello there, slut. I hear you’ve been sucking a lot of cock lately and getting pretty good at it. That’s a job with a lot of potential,” Lilly chuckled, as we walked in. God, I can’t believe that everyone knows.
I tried to ignore her, but she kept up her picking.
“I bet those guys will love those new piercings in your tongue. Of course, some of us women may like them as well,” she chuckled. “By the way, I like your new outfit. Your nipple rings show off nicely through your scoop necked, tight tee.”
“I – t – s – i – t – h…,” I tried to say.
“No one asked you. Besides, slaves only speak when asked a direct question. So keep your fucking mouth shut when in the presence of your superiors, unless you’d like to spend the rest of the weekend in my dungeon. I’m sure I can come up with some new and exciting ways for us to have fun.”
I just lowered my head and stared at the floor. I certainly didn’t like the way things were heading.
Then she turned to me. “Pucker your lips up like you do when you kiss someone’s asshole, slave.”
That surprised me, but I did it.
She grabbed my lips between her fingers and thumb to explain. “We have a Mistress who brings her slave in here quite often. She got tired of him constantly chattering, so she took a leather punch and cut holes through his lips and tongue. There’s a high security padlock through them that has a super strong epoxy pushed deep into the key slot, sealing it forever. He’s been locked up that way for six years now. The only way he can eat is with a straw.”
“I’d miss using my slave’s tongue,” Margo interjected. “I’ll just have to train him to not talk.
“I’d be glad to train him for you,” Lilly added.
“Thanks, but I’ll work on it. Well, we’ve got to get going. I just stopped by to show you his new piercings.”
“Great, I’ll call you. Oh, don’t forget Charles’s party. It’s two week from tonight, but I’ll remind you, so you won’t forget. See you soon.”
As we headed for the door, Lilly stopped us. “Hey Margo, you want to do lunch? It will give us a chance to just sit and talk.”
“Sure… when?”
“Right now. Today.”
“We can. I have nothing planned.”
“Good… let’s get rid of slut boi here, and we’ll go.”
“Oh boy,” I thought almost out loud. “This isn’t going to be good.”
The two of them escorted me down stairs into Lilly’s chamber. Immediately I was told to undress. Once naked, Lilly tossed me a pair of leather cuffs for my ankles. I put them on.
“These, too,” she added, handing me wrists ones as well.
Before long the cable descended from the electric hoist and was fastened to my wrists and raised above my head. My feet were spread about three feet apart and locked to rings imbedded in the concrete floor.
This position I could manage, but I knew her sadistic mind was in high gear. She would not let me off this easy. She buckled a parachute around my balls and pulled down on the chains. It forced me to bend my knees and lower my balls a foot closer to the floor. Then she hooked the parachute chains to another ring in the floor, pulling my nuts down painfully tight. Now there was no way for me to straighten my legs and take the strain off my muscles without pulling harder on my balls. Finally my arms were pulled higher, completing her fiendish position.
“Well, that’ll keep him occupied for a while. Let’s go to lunch.” Then she turned to me, “Oh, you can scream all you want, hoping someone upstairs will hear you, but it will do you no good. The room’s completely sound proofed. Have fun.”
They left.
It didn’t take long for my thigh muscles to start twitching. With my legs spread wide and my knees bent, they’d soon start to knot, increasing my pain even more. I tried to straighten them a little, but it pulled harder on my testicles. It was a Catch 22 situation. You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.
During the time they were gone, I switched from pain stretched balls to agonizing leg-cramping muscles. I don’t know which was worse, except there was no escape. As they ate a leisurely meal and chatted about things, I suffered in her dungeon. At times I wondered why I was even here. But without blowing my rocks, I need this stuff even more. It controls me. I can’t stop wanting everything they do to me. I know that once I’m released from this bit of bondage, I’ll crave something else.
Carefully I ease to one side just a little bit. Sure it pulls on my balls, but it allows me to lessen the strain on one of my legs. I remain there for a few moments and then moved the other way. It seems to help a little.
Finally they return. Hopefully I’d be released.
“Having fun yet?” one of them asked.
I just looked Lilly in the eyes and silently begged. She laughed, as she walked over and picked up her favorite whip.
“Why don’t you just straighten out your legs, slave?”
“It hurts too much, Mistress,” I whispered.
“Well, maybe this will help,” she chuckled, as she flicked the tip of her whip against my nuts.
“No – o – o…, please Mistress.”
“Straighten them!” she yelled.
I tried, and her whip encouraged me, but it was too painful. She had pulled them down way too far.
Again the thin tip bit into my balls. I screeched in pain and stretched my nuts out just a little further. Then she laughed and threw down her whip.
“If I owned you, you would have instantly snapped those legs up straight no matter how badly your balls hurt and never gave it a second thought. Just saying….”
The hoist hummed, and my arms were lowered. Finally Lilly loosened the chain from my balls, allowing me to stand.
“You can finish releasing yourself. Then tidy up this place. Your Mistress and I are going upstairs. I have something new to show her. You
can come up when you’re done.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
When I was finished, we headed home. She was going out for the evening as usual. I was left in hand cuffs and leg irons but was instructed to me kneeling by her bed when she got home.
I had no idea what time that would be, but I knew I had to be ready. They had gone out for dinner, but after that it was anyone’s guess.
I made sure there was plenty of wine chilled and then I sat down in the den and waited. I had the TV on and watched some stupid sitcom. Finally about ten o’clock, I heard their car, so I raced up the stairs as fast as my hobbled legs would allow. I was ready.
Margo came right upstairs to check on me. Some new guy I’d never seen before was right behind her.
“Get us each a towel, slave. We’re going out in the hot tub. Serve us a nice red wine, in about ten minutes.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
When I heard them in the water, I went out with the wine. They just ignored me as I stood there. They were making out like a couple of lust-crazed teenagers. They kissed and groped each other’s bodies while I stood there and waited. Before long she was sucking his quickly growing cock. When he was fully hard, they made love, completely ignoring me. He bent her over so she leaned against the tub and took her doggie style. She loved the deep penetration from his long, thick cock.
At that moment, I actually felt a little remorse. I was the one who used to do that, but now I’m her caged and cuckold slave who has lost that privilege forever.
They made love right there in front of me, mocking my inability to be her lover, husband or friend. I heard her squeal as his prick rubbed her special inside spot. The moans continued, as they both came in unison.
Finally they moved to the bedroom where they continued their love fest. I served them several more glasses of wine before the night was over.
She had me lick and suck her clean before they went to bed together. I was instructed to sleep on the floor at the foot of their bed in case I was needed. In the morning I heard the bed move ever slightly.
Her companion yelled, “Slave, get over here.”
Immediately I was on my knees next to the bed. He got to a sitting position with his feet hanging off the bed. His cock was rock hard.
“I need to take a piss, before we make love again. So, take my cock in your mouth and drink it. If you lose a single drop, we’re going to have a ball kicking experience that you’ll never forget.”
“But….”
As I started to speak his open hand came around and slammed into the side of my head. I knew better than to say anything more. He eased a little closer and put his cock to my lips. I opened up and let it slide in. Immediately I felt the hot, pungent liquid fill my mouth. I had no choice and swallowed as quickly as I could. When he was finally done, he pulled his softened member out and wiped it across the bridge of my nose and laughed.
“Now get your ass over there and wait in the corner in case we need you,” he demanded.
I did. They made love before heading to the shower together. Before he left, I fixed them breakfast and served it to them. The rest of the day was spent doing all the yard work, while Margo lounged around the pool.
The week went by as normal. She was out most every night, my 1:30 appointment was always on time, and the twins had their fun as well. It seemed like a definite routine had been established.
Chapter Five
It was late on Saturday afternoon, when Margo brought up Charlie’s party. I had assumed that it was something she would be attending, and I didn’t know if I would be going with her or not. Hell, I didn’t even know who Charlie was, other than Lilly’s brother.
About six, she told me to follow her to the bathroom, so I’d be ready to go. She had me get in the tub on my hands and knees. That’s when the panic set in. Hanging from the shower rod was a large enema bag. It seemed to be filled to capacity.
“Please, Mistress, not that.” I whispered.
“Now, now… we want you good and clean, so you don’t make a mess later. You know how hard it is to hold stuff in lately,” she explained as she shoved a large nozzle into my ass and pumped it up to hold it in.
“I’m going to let all the cleanser in the bag flow into you, and you’ll have to hold it for tem minutes. If you don’t, I’ll punish you, understand?”
I nodded my head and quickly felt the hot liquid start to fill my bowels. It flowed deep into my colon, quickly becoming quite uncomfortable. Finally I was filled, and the cramping began. Sweat formed on my forehead, as I squeezed my ass tight against the evil plug. My stomach seemed to be distended and hurt like hell. But, I made it. The ten minutes were finally up, she released the bulb, allowing me empty myself out into the toilet. But we were far from over. Two more times she filled me until I was totally clean. Then I was allowed to shower and get ready to go.
For some reason as I showered, I got the idea that I was going to be the main entertainment for the party. Actually I was a little scared as well as excited about the evening.
By seven thirty we were on our way. I was naked, wearing just a collar around my neck with my hands cuffed together behind my back. With a leash, she led me to the car and buckled me in. It took about a half an hour to get out into the country, but we finally arrived at a large colonial house. Several cars were already in the yard.
Margo came around and removed the seat belt before telling me, “Go up on the porch, get down of your knees in a submissive position and ring the doorbell. I’ll pick you up sometime tomorrow.”
I gave her a rather funny look but didn’t dare question her authority. There was no more excitement as I slowly walked up the stone walkway. Fear consumed me, as I finally got to the steps. I looked back at her, but she was already driving away.
Reluctantly I climbed the stairs and tried to get up some courage. What was going to happen to me tonight? I stood there for a minute and turned so I could ring the bell. Before it was answered, I was on my knees with my forehead on the floor and my ass high in the air. Moments later the door opened and there stood my one thirty blowjob, wearing just a bright red jock.
“Get up and come in, slave,” he said, as he took hold of the leash.
I was led into a grand foyer with a magnificent staircase. But that was not what got my attention. At least a dozen other men, all wearing different colored jocks, stared at me. I felt like a piece of meat, waiting to be devoured.
“Gentlemen, this is our entertainment for the remainder of the weekend. He’s called slave, nothing more. His Mistress tells me that he has no limits. We can do whatever we want to him. I’ve used him a few times lately, and he seems to have learned how to satisfy our needs, but he needs more, much more practice. My sister has had him in her dungeon several times. He likes pain and really loves being abused, so let’s not disappoint him.”
A loud roar of animal-like joy filled the room. As I stood there, a tall blond haired man approached me. He grabbed my cage and lifted me to my tip toes.
“Does this thing come off?”
Charlie held out his hand and let a key dangle from his fingers.
“Good,” the blond exclaimed. “I like torturing cocks and balls.”
Before long the locks were released and the rod that stuck through my cockhead was removed. Finally after better than four months in confinement, it was free.
“I bet when we’re through with you, you’ll be happy when it gets locked back up,” Charlie chuckled. “And, let me warn you… you are not allowed to cum. If you do, you’ll deeply regret it.
“Take him over and lock him in the breeding frame, so we can get started.”
A shorter man with a dark mustache and goatee took the leash and led me into another room. On a raised section of the floor was a heavy steel frame. I was led up to one end and told to lie down on my belly, putting my neck in a yoke of sorts and my ankles in some metal stirrups. Each was closed and securely locked, leaving my legs spread apart with my ass completely vulnerable
for their pleasures. When the handcuffs were released each wrist was locked in metal cuffs on the lower sides of the frame. A thick leather strap was tightened around my waist before the ass section was raised a little higher. From all the porn I have seen, I knew this position was preferred by these men.
There was going to be no possibility of escape. The steel device could hold the wildest of beasts.
Then Charlie spoke directly to me. “To start the evening, each of us will be using you for our pleasure. We will satisfy our carnal needs by using both of your orifices numerous times tonight. You will find that we all have the ability to ejaculate many times, and you will be the receptacle of those precious juices. But you needn’t worry; all of us are clean and regularly tested.
And so it began. Cocks repeatedly penetrated me at both ends. As one used my mouth, another fucked my boi cunt, as they called it. Before long, man cum was dripping from my ass, but I had to swallow the jism of better than a dozen horny guys, as it filled my mouth and throat.
When they were finally finished, each of them had used me twice. Cocks of all sizes had dumped their loads in both my holes, and yet the night was young.
Someone released my neck and wrists while another unbuckled the waist belt. As I sat up, the remainder of their jism drained from my gaping ass. A pan below collected all of it, which they made me swallow.
Finally I was released and taken to another room where I was suspended by my wrists. Leather cuffs were hooked to a hoist that stretched me towards the ceiling. Each ankle was secured to the floor and spread about three feet apart. As I hung there on tip toes, my cock got hard for the first time in several months, but I quickly learned that it was not allowed.
Someone took a riding crop and continued to beat my cock until it hung flaccid upon my balls. The pain was beyond description as deep red welts formed along my tender shaft. Someone else started to rub my pecker and to get it hard once more. His hand went up and down on my damage flesh, and I quickly responded. Almost immediately I was throbbing hard once more. Using whips and small cats, they beat it again, as I screamed in agony until it was soft once more. Again and again I was cruelly stroked until totally erect and ready to blow. But I was denied that pleasure. Instead the pain from their fiendish whips took the starch from my sails, making me soft once more. My penis shriveled up and tried to hide and escape the torment. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t escape their barbaric beatings.
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