Mark couldn't feel the restraints on his ankles any more. It must have been hours since he moved his legs of his own accord. His whole body was too sore to measure the tightness caused by the leather cuffs anymore. Besides, the stocky man relentlessly thrusting in-between his legs distracted him from any pain his cuffed ankles were in.
Mark wondered how far into the weekend they were. The basement room had no windows to help indicate the time, but it was well lit for the benefit of the cameras. Three in total - each capturing a different angle of Mark's subjugation. It's certainly been at least one night and a day. Surely.
With his face buried into the mattress, he hoped the damage back there wouldn't be too bad. He'd need to do this all over again next month if he was going to afford another semester at Loyola. Then he could take a break for the summer.
His back muscles tensed as the man grabbed leverage from Mark's shoulders and drove him back onto the man's erection. The pull on his shoulders drew Mark into doggy, but his face stayed muffled into the pillow. It wasn't the thickest cock he'd had day, and that was one of the few reprieves he'd get before Sunday at sundown - the agreed upon time of his release. 48 hours of use and abuse. When Sunday night comes and they finally shut down the cameras, Mr. Matthews would help to shower him, fill his empty stomach, and send him limping on his way before midnight. This was Mark's forth weekend at the manor house in as many months. Until Sunday night, he'd take as many men as Mr. Matthews lined up for him. Sometimes there were a group, sometimes one at a time, sometimes he'd be alone in the cellar room for hours. Nothing but the running camera for company.
The stocky man grunted and gasped and collapsed his weight on Mark. Deep breathes, Mark thought. Just a few moments til the man pulls out and Mr Matthews lets the next guy take his place. When was his last break? Was he unconscious and missed it? That happened a couple times. Towards the end of the weekend he'd pass out from sheer exhaustion, only to be woken up from a couple of hours rest by a man sliding into his anus. It just wore Mark down further.
The stocky man was on his feet and pulling up his trousers. But the space over Mark was soon filled by a familiar presence.
"Hanging in there, boy?" Mr Matthew's lowered himself onto Mark's body.
Mark let out a whimper before managing a quiet, "Yes, Daddy".
"Good boy. My turn".
Mark whimpered again. He knew Daddy's punishment would make him cum. Daddy always made Mark cum. It would make what came after his orgasm that much harder to bear. Mr. Matthews guided his hand from the back of Mark's neck along his spine, into the cleft of his ass. His hole pulsated but couldn't completely close. It needed a rest. Mr. Matthews sunk three fingers to the knuckles without resistance. Mark's toes curled and his back arched, but he didn't let out a sound. Mr. Matthews was pleased that he'd have to take it further to get his little piggy squealing.
He worked the hole rhythmically with his right hand. His fingers coated in creampie and Piggy Hole's silicone lubricant. His left hand held firmly on the back of at Mark's neck. And Mark, tied up and helpless, leaked precum onto the mattress. Satisfied with Mark's loose hole, sunk his fist to the wrist. Mark's moan was guttural. "Please" his voice strained as Mr. Matthew's sunk a couple of centimeters deeper.
Mark sobbed and squirmed against his restraints as Mr Matthews' forearm pushed into the boy's battered hole. He'd spent all of his tears hours ago, but his vision still went fuzzy. After a pause, Mr Matthews pulled his arm out to his knuckles, never giving Mark the full relief of being empty.
"Ohh God help" Mark cried. His voice shakey and hoarse. There was a safe word, of course, but Mark knew Mr. Matthews took money off the agreement for every time he used it. In none of their sessions had Mark used it. He need the money, but in moments where Mark was honest with himself, he wanted Daddy to use him more than he wanted the torture to stop.
"Ahhhh, mercy Daddy." Mark was panting for breathe now. Mr. Matthews found his rhythm, reaching nearly a foot deep into Mark's guts. The fullness of his stomach, and the knowledge that his hole was being wrecked made the boy a little dizzy. Was he bleeding? How bad? Mr. Matthews paused a second and checked underneath Mark. He smirked, seeing Mark's erection solid and leaking precum.
"Ohh?" Mr. Matthews chuckled, "You want Daddy to stop fisting your guts?"
Mark managed another hoarse whimper.
"I asked you a question boy."
"Please Daddy."
"Please Daddy, what?"
"Please Sir." His voice cracking. "Keep wrecking me".
Mark voice broke so that "me" came out more as an exhalation of brief. He loved begging for his Daddy to destroy him. His precum was puddling on the mattress under him. Mr. Matthews smirked and returned to punching the boy's hole.
"Good boy."
How deep is he, Mark thought, but didn't look back.
"How deep, Daddy?" Mark managed in a pant.
"Nearly halfway up my forearm, boy".
"Please, Daddy, that's too deep."
"You don't trust your Daddy?"
There would be a punishment for answering wrongly. Mark knew it. He made the mistake once and he cost him seven lashes to his rear with Daddy's belt.
"Yes, Daddy, but-- please."
Mr Matthew's push half of his forearm back into Mark. The boy could feel the thick forearm grazing against his prostate. Deeper and deeper. It sent more precum leaking through his cock.
Mark let out a long gasp. "Fuck, Daddy."
"OK, boy. You've been a champ. Daddy might be willing to fuck you."
"Yes! Yes!" He was begging now. "Fuck me, Daddy."
"Tell you what, you cum for Daddy and I'll stop punching your guts. Then I'll fuck you."
Mark knew he couldn't get fisted during the refractory period. He'd need to use his safe word. His ass couldn't take punishment of Mr Matthews thick forearm once he blew his load. And his prostate couldn't take much more.
Mr Matthews didn't pause the assault while Mark weighed his options. The little button in his ass was experiencing a rhythmic pounding.
"Gonna cum. Ready. Please." Mark couldn't get out full sentences.
Mr Matthews reached under Mark, who was still face down and ass up on the mattress. Mr Matthew took hold of the boys firm length. Six inches and not that thick. Mark's head and shaft was wet with precum, not to mention the loads, saliva, and piss that the guests left on his cock. Mark's cock grew and hardened before he came. Mr Matthews made a mental note to measure his cock next time he took the boy to edge like this. Maybe it's bigger than six inches after all.
Mr Matthews tightened his grip and could immediately feel Mark's sphincter tighten around his arm. He gripped the cock tighter, temporarily blocking the release of first rope of cum.
"Ahhhh." Mark was in ecstacy. The intensity and sensory overload from Daddy's grip, his arm deep in his bowels, and restraints keeping him from writhing away was unlike any orgasm before.
Mr Mattews loosened his grip enough to let the ropes of cum shoot from Mark's cock. Mark cried, grateful for the release, as he shot more and more. Seven or eight ropes shot onto his mattress.
Mr Mattews was amused, realizing how long Mark must have been fighting off that orgasm. Amused even more, knowing Mark would be sleeping on his load tonight. He began to withdraw his arm as Mark's orgasm started to subside. Finally he completely withdrew.
"Oh, thank you, Daddy. Thank you". Mark collapsed onto the matress and his load.
Mr. Matthews could see the wreckage he'd caused now. Mark's rosebud pulsed in and out of his hole as the boy breathed in an out. The prolapsed hole pushed out a combination of fisting lube, cum from his earlier visitors, and a few streaks of blood.
Mark reached around, feeling for his hole to survey the damage. Mr Matthews smacked his hand away. He didn't want the view blocked.
Mark's rosebud pulsed and throbbed, trying to work its way back inside. Mr. Matthews grabbed the exposed rosebud and fingered it. It felt solid in his grasp. Mark wouldn't even register how vulnerable he was in this moment and Mr. Matthews was pleased with his work.
Mark lay exhausted and defeated. A broken young man. He could feel himself being pulled into sleep. He wouldn't fight it. He let himself fall into sleep remembering Mr. Matthews promise months ago that there would be no permanent damage. No matter what, he would be OK.
Mr Matthews stroked his nine inch cock. He wouldn't need to use lube. He could see Mark's breathing was evening out. His eyes were closed. Did the boy think this was over? He released the rosebud, reached down undid the leg restraints. He grabbed Mark's hips and rolled him onto his back. The boy was still in a fog of sleep and exhaustion.
Mr Matthews wasted no time with easing himself in. He plunged his thick cock into Mark all the way to base. The sudden intrusion jolted Mark from the haze of sleep. He looked up to see his Daddy bringing his full weight down over him.
Mr Matthews wrapped his hands around Mark's neck, gently applying pressure as he thrust in and out. The men were locked in eye contact. Mr Matthews felt a surge of power over his battered play thing. He could do anything to this boy knowing he'll never use the safeword.
Mark's ass squeezed around the cock trying to resist the intrusion. He didn't want to bottom anymore. His guts were sore. The refractory period was too short. His own cock, completely flaccid.
"Ohh. Ohhhh" Mark moaned in rhythm with the thrusts.
"You like that?"
"Ahh, ohh. Yes."
"Yes what?".
Mark held back a sob. Don't cry. Don't cry.
"Yes, Daddy". His voice cracked and a tear escaped.
Mr Matthews lowered his face right above Mark's.
'Oh, please kiss me' Mark thought. This could be bearable with a little bit of tenderness. He tilted his chin up to reach for a kiss.
Mr Matthews was pleased to see his tease paid off. His gripped Mark's throat harder and redoubled the pounding to the boy's hole.
The boy tried to writhe away, but his body was too exhausted to do anything but accept its fate. The pounding continued relentlessly. Mr. Matthews didn't need a break. His muscles were taut and well trained. Stamina from years of marathon training gave him all the strength he needed to make this last.
Mark wrapped his arms around Mr. Matthews and grew him closer. They were belly-on-belly now. Their eyes were still locked. Mark searched for signs that Mr Matthews was getting close to finishing. In turn, Mr. Matthews was relishing the pleads in the boy's eyes.
'Fuck it,' Mr. Matthews thought, 'This piece of ass is the best little whore he's ever caged down here'. He closed his eyes and placed his lips over Mark's. Mark moaned his pleas into his Daddy's mouth. Mr. Matthews explored the softness of Mark's lips. He was getting close to the edge now. He'd need to pull back if he wanted this fucking to last. But Mark's arms were still wrapped around him, holding on for dear life.
"You ready for my load boy?" Their lips were still touching.
"Yes, oh please, yes, give it to me."
Mr Matthews opened his eyes.
"Yes, Daddy" Mark quickly corrected. "Please give me your load daddy."
"Tell Daddy you love this".
"Oh yes, Daddy, I love it. Ruin my hole, Daddy."
Mr. Matthews grabbed Mark's waist and increased the pace again.
"I'm gonna breed your useless hole".
Mark held his breathe while Mr. Matthews finished his assault. 'He's really gonna wreck my ass'.
"I'm cumming, son". Mr. Matthew's orgasm was loud and undoubtedly for the benefits of the cameras. He hammered each rope of cum deeper and deeper into his hole.
Mr. Matthews thrusted volley after volley of cum into the boy's guts. Still inside, he collapsed on top of Mark, letting Mark take his full body weight. Mr Matthews panted into Mark's neck.
The thrusting was finished. Mark could take shallow breathes with his Daddy pressing down into him. The relief to be on the other side of the best sex of his life was an incredible ecstacy.
Mr Matthews didn't pull out right away, and he was still mostly hard.
"You are a terrific fuck toy. I think that's enough punishment for the night."
Mr Matthews pulled out his cock, dripping with the boy's juices, cum, and lube. Standing over his boy, he considered pissing on him. He should have pissed when he was still buried in the boy's guest. A good idea to save that for another time. He almost turned away, but needed to see what the that ruined cunt looks like. He grabbed the boys ankles and flipped him back onto his stomach. Mark put up no resistence.
Mr. Matthews load was just starting to work its way out of the boy's cunt. He had to taste it. He dropped down to his knees and pressed his tongue into the swollen mess. Nearly 27 hours worth of man cum and lube, but there is still another 21 hours to go. Mr. Matthews walked out, leaving the boy unrestrained and the cameras. He could shower, if could muster the energy. He could leave, if he didn't want to be paid. But Mr. Matthews, that gaping hole would be right where he left it in the morning