Downward Spiral

by Patrick Richards

  Finally someone got me hard and shoved something through the horizontal piercing of my cock. He then stretched it up and secured it to my nipple rings. That left the underside of my cock available to their fiendish ways. Their whips and crops brutalized my exposed dick over and over again. I was hoarse from screaming and begging for mercy, but they just laughed, as the beating continued.

  Finally Charlie asked if I liked being out of the cage. I shook my head back and forth as tears streamed down my cheeks. But they weren’t done. The night was still young.

  Margo had told them that cock and ball torture was big on my must have list. They were pleased to comply. My testicles were next on the evening’s agenda. After all, they hung out there, just waiting for their devious ways.

  One of them approached me with the thick, heavy rubber band. He looped it around my balls several times, making it extra tight before releasing it.

  “If I don’t take this off in about a half hour, your nuts will die and fall off, but until then you’ll wish they were gone,” he said with a sadistic laugh.

  Then he stepped back and brought his foot up between my legs, smashing my balls against my pelvis. I collapsed on my arms and nearly puked as the agony raged through my insides. Others used whips and crops to hit my nuts, making them swing back and forth between my legs.

  Someone else grabbed them and pushed a safety pin through the flesh on each side of my nut sac. Wires were clipped to the pins, and a strong electrical current arced through my jewels. It pushed me up on the very tips of my toes, as the juice in my nuts seemed to boil. I must have passed out because an ammonia inhalant was cracked in under my nose. Then the current flowed once more through my balls. The voltage was reduced just enough to keep me conscious, but the pain was barely tolerable.

  They joked and laughed as they drank, watching me suffer. Finally the electricity stopped and the wires were removed, but they weren’t finished. When the rubber band was cut and the blood flowed back into my balls, I thought I would die. At least I wanted to.

  They continued to beat my testicles until they were swollen the size of oranges and laughed about it. After all, they were no good to me anymore. After a while they lost interest and moved on to something else.

  Finally I was lowered and stretched over a bondage horse. I was fucked by several of them before whipping my ass with every whip available. Other guys began to work on my butt hole. What’s this thing about fist fucking? Several of them stretched me beyond my limits, driving their arms up to their elbows inside me. Finally someone pulled out so just their wrist was holding me open. Then he started pushing his other hand in. I screeched in agony.

  I had seen on the internet where someone had both hands in a guy’s ass, but I never thought it was possible. But it was. Now it was happening to me. He pushed harder and harder, reveling in my screams, as he stretched and tore me even further. Over and over the two fisted fucker reamed me. There was no way, my ass would ever close up again, but he just laughed as he destroyed me, leaving me wearing diapers forever.

  By the wee hours of the morning, I sucked more cocks and was fucked more times than could ever be counted. I was whipped, beaten and tortured until every one of their sadistic needs were fulfilled. They used me for all of their devious pleasures, because I was just a worthless, masochistic slave who deserved to be severely abused and probably wanted it. My pain and suffering was their aphrodisiac. It excited them, making them do things that they normally would never have done. They fed upon my screams. They were driven by my suffering and urged others to go even further than normal with my torments.

  Finally I was stuffed into a too-small black canvas bag. The entire group stood around me and had a circle jerk. They made me look up at them as they wacked off so their spunk covered my face as it blasted from their hard cocks. Then the bag was closed, and I was dragged out to the curb and left in the sun like a useless sack of garbage. Several hours passed, as I painfully waited for my Mistress to pick me up.

  Sometime in the late afternoon, Margo drove up. Two guys came out of the house to greet her.

  “Open your trunk, and we’ll throw the worthless shit in,” one of them said.

  He wasn’t kidding. They picked up the bag and literally threw me into the back of the car. After slamming down the lid, he said, “We’ll need him again next month, okay?”

  Margo agreed and drove home with what was left of me. When she got there, she opened the bag and helped me out. I was in really bad shape after what I had been through, but luckily I was still alive. I sank to my knees in the driveway unable to stand.

  Finally she got me to the bathroom and helped me into the tub. I was covered with their cum and needed to soak in the hot water to help me relax. With a handful of painkillers and a full glass of old Kentucky Bourbon, I was put to bed and slept for a good many hours. When I finally got up, she had already left for work. There was a note on the door.

  “I hope you’re feeling better. See you tonight. I’ll be there by 6 for dinner. Love ya, slave.”

  Chapter Six

  It was a struggle to do much after my weekend ordeal. My balls were still quite swollen, and my cock was rubbed raw with huge patches of black and blue, as well as numerous welts covering much of its surface. It would be a few days before she would be able to lock it back up in its cage.

  I was able to pick up the house and get dinner ready for her when she got home. Then I just relaxed and read some stories on the computer. As I read them, I realized that I have endured far more than anyone in those tales. Maybe I should write about my experiences and submit them. People would never believe things like that were even possible.

  One story in particular got me rather excited. I actually got hard reading about a guy being punished by his Mistress. But before I could finish it, my Mistress pulled in the drive.

  Margo got home about five. I poured her a glass of wine and served her dinner.

  As she ate, she said, “On Wednesday we are meeting with my attorney. There are some papers that you’ll need to sign.”

  “What papers?”

  “You will be relinquishing your ownership of the business and all other possessions. Most are being placed in several trusts to avoid taxes. Being my slave, you will not own anything. All bank accounts, stocks and investments were previously in joint holdings, but your name will be removed from all of them.”

  “But….”

  “There are no buts. You wanted to live as my slave, and I’m merely making that happen. As far as the world is concerned, you will no longer exist. I will provide for your needs and make all decisions for you from now on. As a slave you have no rights or privileges. You will always follow my orders and obey my rules. You are my property to do with as I please. Is that understood, slave?”

  Reluctantly, I agreed to avoid any further punishments.

  “Good…. When we go to the attorney Wednesday morning, you will just do as you are told and never question anything. If you do anything wrong, I will loan you to Charlie for a couple of weeks for some attitude adjustment and training. I bet you’ll be more than willing to sign them after that. Do you understand me completely?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Now, get me another glass of wine.”

  On Wednesday morning we went downtown to the attorney’s office. Again I was dressed in her short sweats and tee shirt.

  I was surprised when her attorney came in. I had served him several times during the past few months. He was one of her occasional lovers.

  “It’s good to see you again, slave. I have quite a number of papers for you to sign today. They will be notarized this afternoon and filed with the appropriate courts and departments before the close of business. When we are done here this morning, you will own nothing. I’ve made it so you’re net worth is zero. You are giving up all rights to all of your worldly belongings. Margo will own everything and even have control of all of the trusts. Do you understand this?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said a litt
le reluctantly.

  The realization of where my life has gone started to sink in. In a little while I would be absolutely penniless and be completely dependent upon her for everything.

  “Sign here, slave,” he said, bringing me back from my thoughts. “These next few papers are all connected to the business. It will all be hers.”

  After that series of papers, she got the house and all the property, including the cottage at the lake. On and on it went. The unsigned stack of papers slowly decreased, as the signed ones steadily grew.

  Finally there was just one folder left.

  “Now, everything you ever owned is Margo’s, but there’s just one more thing to take care of,” he said with a little smile.

  He opened the final folder and slid it over to me.

  “These are your divorce papers. You will sign on each page where indicated.”

  I was nearly speechless. Slowly I looked up at her, but she wouldn’t look me directly in the eyes. Finally I spoke. “When this all began, you said this would never happen. Why are you doing this?”

  “Things change, Tom.”

  “What’s next, Margo? Are you going to throw me out or maybe even give me to Charles?”

  “No… I will keep you as my slave and provide you a place to live. Since you have given everything to me, I at least owe you that. Besides, you’ll need a job in order to pay off your debt.”

  “What debt?”

  “In the divorce agreement you agree to pay me $250,000 a year in alimony. You can work that off as my slave, if that’s okay with you.”

  Then her attorney continued. “Over the last few weeks, we have pretty much erased Thomas James Roberts from the world. All of your identification documents have been destroyed. Things like your birth certificate, licenses and pass port have all gone through the shredder. You have no credit cards; in fact you have no credit. That has been destroyed with all reporting agencies. From this moment on you must accept the fact that you have nothing and you are nothing. Your entire existence is totally in Margo’s hands. You wanted to be her slave. Well, you’ve got your wish.

  “She will rule your life as she sees fit. She can pimp you out to suck cocks on the corner or sell your ass to any gay guy who wants to use it for his pleasure. She can even rent your worthless body to every sadist who wants something to torture and abuse. Nothing is off the table. You will do anything she wants without question.”

  “Sign them now, slave,” Margo demanded.

  Again I looked at her before picking up the pen and signing the remaining papers. With nothing left I had no choice.

  “Well,” her attorney said, “you might as well seal the deal and earn your first three dollars. Suck me off slave and do it well.”

  I looked at Margo with a tear in my eye. She smiled and nodded in agreement. Slowly I sank down to my knees. I crawled around the desk and unzipped his pants. I did my best to please him, by licking his cock and sucking it until he blew a load of cum in my mouth. I swallowed it.

  Margo laughed at the level I had sunk. Before leaving the office, she cuffed my hands behind my back and put a collar around my neck.

  With a dog leash clipped to a ring on my collar, she led me out of the most prestigious law office in the city. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched me being led from the Circassian walnut wood and glass walled offices. Obviously no one had ever seen anything like this. But when we got to her car, I realized how low I had sunk. I figured I had finally reached the bottom. Boy was that ever far from the truth. Margo opened the trunk and told me to climb in. After all, as a worthless slave I was no longer allowed to ride up front where people normally sit.

  On the way home, she stopped off at Leather Bound. I was dragged from the trunk and led inside.

  “Lilly, I need a favor.”

  “What’s that friend?”

  “Bruce and I are flying to Aruba for ten days to celebrate. I need you to keep my slave in your dungeon while we are gone.”

  “That’s no problem. What can I do to him while you’re away?”

  “Anything you want. Just make sure he gets as much pleasure during his visit with you as I’ll have in the islands celebrating his demise.

  “Demise?”

  “Well, Tom Roberts died today. He no longer exists. I guess that’s his ultimate downfall.”

  “So let’s take him downstairs and make him as uncomfortable as possible. I’ve got a great idea how he can spend the rest of the day.”

  When we got to her dungeon, the cuffs were removed so I could get undressed. Lilly put a three foot spreader bar between my ankles and then grabbed my balls. She closed a heavy metal band around them that had two small chains hanging from the sides. Then she made me bend over so she could lock my wrists to my ankles. Immediately, I knew this wasn’t going to be fun, but whenever she’s involved, it isn’t.

  She reached between my legs from the back and grabbed hold of the chains and hooked them to the cable of the electric hoist. When the remote was pushed, my balls were pulled back between my legs and stretched towards the ceiling.

  “That should do it for a while,” she said, “but I’ll come down every hour and whip his ass just to break up his monotony.”

  “That sounds good, but make sure the asshole suffers.”

  “Oh, I will,” she replied. “But you know, I had plans for the weekend. I was going up to the mountains for a couple of days. Any problem with me loaning him to my brother while I’m gone?”

  “Hell no. As long as he comes back able to walk with no broken bones, I don’t care what you do to him. I’ve often called him a worthless slave. Today he found out the true meaning of worthless. Ha – ha – ha….”

  I was terrified as they talked, but there was nothing I could do about it.

  “Well,” Lilly commented. “He’ll be able to walk with no broken bones, but the rest of him will be questionable. I’ve got some great new ideas to try out on him.”

  “Have fun, slave,” Margo said quite happily. “See you when we get back.”

  She handed Lilly the keys to my cage. Soon it was removed and put on a shelf, leaving her another place to torture.

  Before they left, Lilly pushed the remote once more and pulled me up so I was standing on my tips toes, suspended almost entirely by my balls.

  “Please,” I whispered, but they just laughed and left me to my misery.

  Probably an hour passed when Lilly came down to check on me. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them between her fingers, pushing her long finger nails into my overly-stretched testicles. Then she picked up a whip and left a dozen painful welts across my ass.

  “When I come back, I’m going use a whip on your balls. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

  I didn’t say anything, so she gave me another vicious lash on the backs of my thighs.

  “Yes, Mistress. I’ll like that,” I struggled to say.

  She laughed, saying, “We’ll see, slave. We’ll soon see. I’ll be back in an hour.”

  When she returned, I was struggling to ease the strain on my balls, but she didn’t care. She had a wide leather strap in her hand.

  “You know what I’m going to do with this, slave?”

  “Whip my balls?” I whispered in pain.

  “Oh yea. You’ll like that won’t you?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  She laughed fiendishly, as she stood behind me. Her laughter continued as her tawse was brought down between my ass cheeks, letting the end of the leather strap slam against my overly-stretched balls.

  I screeched in agony as the first stroke cut across my tender ass hole before striking my nuts, but it just turned her on even more. Over and over she brutally tormented my ass ring and balls with her stiff, leather strap. After only ten horrendous whacks, I nearly passed out from the agonizing attack. Then she left me, telling me that the next time would be far worse.

  An hour later she returned. It scared me to death when she entered her dungeon, knowing my ordeal was
far from over.

  The first thing she did was push the button on the remote. My balls were pulled far further back between my legs and higher up towards the ceiling, pulling me nearly off the chamber floor.

  “No more, Mistress. Please.”

  She just laughed and pressed the up button on the remote once more.

  “N – o – o – o…!”

  I’m not sure, but I think my feet might even have left the floor, leaving me hanging entirely suspended by my balls. Her whip struck my thighs and back, as she continued to beat me. Finally I was lowered back down until my feet were flat on the floor, easing the strain on my balls.

  She reached between my legs and unhooked the cable from my testicles before helping me sit down on the floor.

  “Don’t think I’m letting you off easy. I’m going out for a while, but I’ll be back later so we can continue our little games.”

  I was left sitting there in the darkness, but it gave me time to reflect on what had happened today.

  My mind drifted back to my youth. I had no answer to why I was so attracted to bondage. I thought about all the things I tried. It’s probably a wonder I even survived. But when I discovered all the sites on the internet, things changed. It constantly pulled me in deeper. I couldn’t help it. The more things I tried, the more I wanted. I was never satisfied. As I watched videos and read stories of guys being abused and tortured, I would get a raging hard-on. Sometimes I would jerk off to their pain, but I soon learned that having that release ruined the moment. I was no longer aroused, so I would deny myself that pleasure for weeks at a time. I would often try to duplicate the scenes and often take it even further.

  Then I thought about a time when I was in college. I saw an ad from a guy looking for someone to share his fetish for BDSM. I answered it. We met at a motel in a nearby town. The guy was in his mid-thirties and had a bag full of ropes and stuff. I was a little nervous, but he calmed me down, telling me that I could just leave if I wanted to. He wanted me to tie him up and beat his ass with a paddle. Finally I agreed. He got undressed and stacked all the pillows in the center of the bed. I buckled a ball gag in his mouth and tied him spread eagle to the bed with his ass in the air.