He took a piece of leather and told me to open my mouth. I did so as I swallowed air. He put the leather in and told me to bite down on it. I did so, squeezing my eyes shut! Tears rolled down my face and on it continued to burn! Fuck me!
He stood and watched me as the fire burned and then began to ebb. I could only see things in a blur because of the moisture in my eyes.
When my dick and balls had cooled enough that it was no longer painful I breathed deeply trying to refresh my starved lungs. I had been constantly holding my breath and then only releasing it when I had to have another one.
"That was bengay, boy. It is good for teaching lessons. Once it is on, there is nothing you can do to rid yourself of the burn. You just have to ride it through." He wiped my eyes, so I could see his face. He removed the leather pad I had been biting down on.
"And the other good thing is that it does no damage to you. I know that it feels like your cock and balls are being blistered with acid or heat or both, but it is just a chemical reaction, without any harm."
He continued to look over my face. He took my jaw in his right hand and held my face and brought his in very close. "You won't believe it right now, but there will come a time when you will apply that to yourself because I tell you to." He was right, I couldn't believe that. Why would I ever do that to myself!?
"Well, Paul and Trevor, do you think the boy has been satisfactorily punished?"
That brought back to me that two men were sitting there watching me being punished and humiliated. What if they said no?
There was a long pause. Were they purposefully keeping me waiting for their answer? Sir moved so I could see Paul and Trevor. They seemed to be contemplating it. They bent together and whispered. I trembled in my shackles as I waited for their answer.
Finally, Trevor spoke, "Sir, it appears," and paused while I held my breath. They let the tension build. Assholes! "that sufficient punishment has been applied."
My breath escaped explosively. I didn't know I had been holding it for so long.
Sir, undid my ankles first and then my wrists. He told me to kneel and assume the upright position. I did as instructed. I didn't know my legs and arms would feel so tired. I must have been tensing more than I thought.
He stood in front of me. "I want you to see what your pain has brought about in me." I looked up and saw the bulge in his shorts. "Not that I inflicted this for my pleasure, but rather for your punishment. But none the less, it was pleasurable."
He stood there for a several seconds and then said, "Pull down my shorts, boy." I reached up with my hands and he said, "Use your teeth, boy."
I dropped my hands and clasped them behind my back. As I put my mouth up to the waistband, his smell overwhelmed me. It was very intoxicating, not like Nate at all. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
I gripped with my teeth and began to drag down. It was not as easy as I had anticipated. I struggled pulling it down around the bulge of his cock. Finally I managed to free it and it sprang out and hit me in the face. A string of precum was left across my cheek as I continued to work them down.
"That's enough, boy. Take it the rest of the way with your hands."
I did as instructed and knelt there with his cock in my face. His spicy smell captivated me. I felt the saliva working in my mouth. Was I really thinking about sucking it?
I sat there for a moment and then realized that I was hard as I stared at his cock. He didn't say anything for a while. I was mesmerized by it. I had tasted it this morning, but now it was a hard and flared one eyed monster.
As I watched a pearl of fluid appeared at that opening and then dripped down in a fine thin thread. I stuck out my tongue and tasted this. Wow, that overwhelmed me. What a unique taste; it carried his essence as well as a new tang.
The head flared, the dick bobbed and another drop appeared. I was enthralled with it. I leaned in and inhaled the smells coming from his crotch.
I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted the tip of his cock. It was intoxicating. I wanted more. Part of me couldn't believe I was doing this and another part said, `yes! I want this!'
He shifted his foot and trapped my cock with it. He pressed his foot down pinning me to the floor. He applied a bit of pressure to it and I moaned. I felt a rush of pleasure spread through me. Just contact with someone else's warm flesh against my cock was so unique and different and I wanted more of it.
I leaned in and encircled the head with my mouth. The taste amplified in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around the head. I closed my eyes and savored the tastes and textures. It was so different than what I had expected. It wasn't distasteful at all; just the opposite it was true.
He pressed down a bit more and I slid a bit more in my mouth. I felt my mouth filled and knew I wouldn't be able to take much more of his cock. But the steely sponginess of his shaft amazed me, so firm but with some give. And the head had a velvety texture to it.
He took my head and pushed on it to move more of his cock into my mouth. It hit a point that made me gag. He held it there a moment and then backed off. Tears streamed down my face as I fought to breathe.
He left me alone for a moment, but then brought his dick back into my mouth. I took it and tried to trap it from going back to far into my mouth.
Back and forth he moved bringing it in and out of my mouth seemingly trying to get more of it each time.
"Use your hand, boy, to stroke along with you mouth until you can learn to take the whole thing down your throat." I brought my hand up and wrapped it around his dick. I gripped it firmly amazed at how big around it was. Again that steely sponginess was there.
Then between my hand and my mouth he began to pump in and out. While he did this he continued to vary the pressure on my dick. Each increase in pressure caused me to moan around his dick. I had again closed my eyes and focused on the sensations in my hand, mouth and dick.
It overwhelmed me. I was doing something I had never imagined doing and I was enjoying it! But a little part of me kept saying, "What are you doing?" But I mentally shook my head and enjoyed the tastes and textures and emotions that were streaming through me.
His foot that kept in constant contact with my dick felt so wonderful. I had never had anyone touch my rigid cock before meeting Sir and this was beyond anything I had experienced thus far. My hips began to flex into his foot. I wanted release! More correctly my dick wanted release. It seemed to be driving all my actions now.
At the same time, I felt I was being used by him to allow him to cum. I realized I was just a tool to accomplish this. My mouth was constantly flooded with precum as he obviously enjoyed what was happening.
I felt his balls moving up tight against his dick and felt his dick swelling. But it was not the focus of my thoughts. I was focused on my dick and getting off. I was trying to fuck his foot but not accomplishing much.
My total focus became that hot pulsing cock in my mouth. I wanted more and I wanted it all. I tried to take more of his cock but gagged again. Tears streamed down my cheeks from the effort. But then he speeded up and pushed deep into my mouth while I pushed back on his legs to keep from taking too much.
That's when I felt the hot blasts in my throat and my mouth was flooded with a salty tangy taste. He was cumming in my mouth! Oh Fuck! I tried to swallow, gag and push it out all at the same time. At the same moment I felt him applying more pressure to my cock and I moaned. He pushed in a bit deeper and shot more down my throat.
When he released my head I choked and wipe the tears off of my face. I looked up at him over the head of his cock. He was smiling. "You did that well, boy. And, boy, you took it into your mouth. You sucked my cock. I didn't make you."
His words stung and I hung my head. He applied pressure again to my dick and I was brought back from any second guessing of myself. I wanted to cum. I wanted relief.
I closed my eyes and humped his foot. He laughed and took his foot away. "Not yet, boy." I whimpered. I wanted to cum! I was so horny now and he has pushed all the buttons. I shuddered a moment and then opened my eyes looking at his glistening cock. I had just sucked him off and swallowed his cum!
"Seems like the boy enjoyed that, Sir," Paul said and brought me back to the reality of the situation. My humiliation increased as I closed my eyes and realized what they had just seen me do. I wanted to crawl away and hide.
"Yes, it appears he did," Sir said. "Boy, assume your primary floor position."
I bowed with my face reddening as I did. I felt his hand along my back and then over my ass. My ass was pointing directly at the two observers. How much lower could he push me into this depravity and humiliation? I felt tears build up in my eyes again.
When he began to finger the area around my hole, I tensed up. He removed his finger only to return it a moment later with something cold on it. He rubbed it around and I was afraid it was more bengay. My hole clinched down tighter than ever in anticipation of a wave of burning.
He continued to rub and press in on my hole. No heat came and I relaxed a bit. He used that moment to push his finger in. I gasped as he wiggled his finger around. He slid it almost out and then back in again. The he moved it around and pressed on something that sent a jolt through my body and my cock jumped and spasmed.
I closed my eyes and groaned. Why was my body betraying me this way? I couldn't fight it because my cock said it wanted more. So while the embarrassment assailed me, my cock was horny and wanting more. I pushed back into his hand and he laughed. This only added to my shame.
He prodded the spot a couple more times until I gasp involuntarily at the pleasure it caused me. When he withdrew his finger and didn't reinsert it, I clinched and unclenched my hole begging for more. I had never felt that intense erotic feeling before and I didn't want it to end.
Again he chuckled and said, "Your hole is eager for invasion."
That shook me a bit and I clamped down tight on my hole. No! It didn't mean that. It couldn't. But at the same time my cock was saying to me, `Anything to get me off!'
He gave me a smack on the bottom and moved away from me. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt a quiver go through my whole body as I wondered what was going to happen next.
I heard him say to Paul and Trevor, "Very well then, you may leave. Thank you for being witnesses."
They stood and walked by me. Paul said, "No, Sir, the pleasure was ours." Each of them took my balls in their hand and gently squeezed, but the touch as light as it was caused me to suck in air at this violation of my body adding to my mortification.
Sir didn't say anything for several minutes while I knelt there with all sorts of what if's running through my mind. Was he going to fuck me now?' or Was he going to whip me now?'
Finally, he said, "Stand up, boy."
As I did, I saw that he was still naked and his cock still glistened from my saliva. My saliva, I had sucked him. He looked down at my cock. I did as well and saw that it was dripping again. He had made me cum using the electricity and I was ready to go again.
"Follow me, boy," he said and opened the door. I followed him out and down the hall. He went into the library and told me to sit on the floor.
I sat where he indicated. He handed me a stack of papers and said, "I want you to read these, boy." I looked at the top page and it looked like an email.
"And you may not touch yourself, or in anyway stimulate yourself while you are reading these." He paused and I looked over at his muscular legs that stood next to me. He seemed so powerful.
"These are emails from Masters and their boys. They detail some of the things that have been done to boys. I want you to read through them so you might have an idea of what may be required of you in the future. I am not saying that all of these will be done to you, but I am not saying they won't either." He seemed to snigger a bit at that.
I shivered at that thought and wondered what was in the emails. Then I wondered why he thought they would turn me on. I was curious now.
"Read through those, boy, and I will be back to get you in a bit." He turned and left.
I began reading through the emails, shocked at what I read. This really happened to these guys?
"Most painful was having 32 clothespins on my nut sack at one time. i was very glad to be tied down and blindfolded they were left on long and hurt like hell coming off so he did it slowly."
"The pain i will always enjoy the most will be different forms of cbt. i have had up to 22 pounds on them at once."
I noticed they all used the lower case i as if they were not important.
"at a party i was blindfolded tied naked spread eagle and guest were allowed to play with me, i think it was about 15 guest, i also was not allowed to shoot."
"At one Folsom Street Fair, my master stripped me and tied me to a lamppost for an hour while he went in and had some beers. Anyone that walked by, man or woman could handle me, take pictures or whatever. i was tied naked in this public place and available to anyone. One man stopped and pissed on me while the passer by's laughed."
"Coming back from the street fair, he made me walk naked behind with a leash on my cock and balls. This was 3 blocks through the busy streets of San Francisco, to the hotel, through the lobby and up to the room. i was hard the entire way!"
"He tied me up to a wooden x and then used a whip on my back while he friends watched. i had to count out the lashes, but i think i passed out around 47."
"My Master tied me face up to a coffee table in his living room and invited guests to drip hot wax over my nipples, cock and balls. He then gave them a small whip to use to get the wax off."
"He put me on my back on a table, cleaned the head of my cock- which caused an instant erection. This i guess presented a problem as he said the curved sounds should never be used on erect cocks. So he took another kind and slowly pushed it into my pissslit. What a strange sensation. He paused after advancing it about 6 or 7 inches and told me to relax. He pushed and i felt a new sensation. Within a min or so, i blew my wad. It was most intense, but little jizz escaped as the sound acted as a plug- thus the increased intensity i felt"
"Had my cock branded to become an active member."
"So i was stripped and bound on my back to a table. Everything was touched prodded, looked at. They counted my teeth and rubbed my ears, forehead, face, etc., working downward. They examined my nipples and decided they needed to be larger, so a small rubber band was put around each and chinese nipple clamps applied. not too bad at first, but with time the heat rose .. so did my cock. With a urology guy there, i knew what was next- pulling, squeezing, twisting of my nuts with nylon sting wrapped around my sac. Gradually the nuts were confined to a smaller and smaller space. Then water was poured over the string. i couldn't quite figure what that was for, but after a few min it became evident that as the string dried, it contracted tighter!! That was agony."
"my Master had me lie naked in a tub at this bar and ask men to piss on me. When it was time to leave, about 1 am, he took my clothes and made me go back to the car naked, a couple of blocks, still a lot of traffic and people about in SF at that hour." "i was chained by a 36" chain to a bolt in the floor in a cell and kept there for 10 1/2 days without ever knowing when i might be released."
"And kept in a small cage for 5 days by my Master, only let out to take a crap once a day."
"He led me into an empty room, no furniture, just a pad on the floor. There were five guys standing around the room with cameras. He told me to get down on all fours and lower my pants. When I did, he brought in a rottweiler that sniffed my ass, then licked it. Then he told me to remove my pants. After they were slid down he had the dog mount me. It stuck it's dick in me and began to fuck me. The guys standing around the room began taking pictures of the me being fucked by the dog. It hurt so much, i thought it was going to split me open. He made me strip completely and the dog came back and attacked my ass again until something huge entered my ass and i screamed. Later it was explained that it was his knot and it goes inside the bitch to make sure all of his sperm gets in her. He shot huge amounts of cum in me and we stayed stuck together for an hour while the guys laughed, talked about how low it was for a guy to let a dog fuck me and they took pictures continuously."
"My master rented a hotel room and invited a string of guys to come over and fuck me. He said the goal was for me to get 20 loads deposited in my ass. I was blindfolded, naked and on the bed. The guys positioned me anyway they wanted and pounded my ass until they came. It lasted for hours and he finally made me suck him off after the 20th guy had shot in my ass."
I shook my head, they were overwhelming. They were so degrading, so humiliating, so horrible. Was this what he had planned for me? Why the fuck was my dick so hard? Didn't it know that this was disgusting, degrading stuff?
I wanted to cry again, but my cock was demanding attention. I reached for it and squeezed and then remembered the instructions that I was not to touch myself. I also found I was sweating as I sat there my whole body tensed and on edge. My teeth began to chatter and it wasn't from cold it was from my body being so wired and turned on! Fuck! Why did this stuff turn me on so? Was I that low and depraved that I wanted this stuff.
I looked down and my cock was drooling again and I felt torn by the emotions that tumbled through me. I wanted to cum!!!! But I was ashamed that these things affected me so. How had he known that I would respond to these things? Was there some visible sign that told him this?
As I read on, my mind created images of each new act. Some completely reviled me and I thought I would be sick. Others I read incredulously, wondering if guys really got turned on by that. And at those times I would feel my cock giving its own affirmation that it wanted it! I was so sick!
I didn't realize how much time had passed until he came in. I looked at the clock and realized that nearly two hours had passed. He told me to stand and I felt pins and needles in my legs; they had gone to sleep sitting there. I couldn't stand. I managed to get up on my knees. He said nothing but stood there waiting for me. I couldn't look him in the eyes to read his expression, it wasn't permitted.
My dick was pointing at the ceiling and still dripping as I moved over to the desk and used it to pull myself up. I stood shakily and shook my legs to try and get feeling back into them. As I did this he asked, "So, boy, what do you think?" and he pointed to the stack of emails I had read through.
"Sir, honestly, it scares the shit out me!" I said as honestly as I could. And I meant it.
"What scares you the most, boy? What they had to do or that your dick wants to do them?" he asked me in such a serious voice.
I shook when I answered the question. I could only be truthful. "Both, Sir. The pain, degradation, humiliation, all of it. It seems so disgusting and yes, it is disarming that my cock seems to respond so, so rampantly while I am reading about it." I thought for a moment and then asked, "Sir, may I ask a question?"
"But you just did, boy," he said and I fell silent then and looked at the floor while the feeling continued to come back to my legs.
He said nothing then. He just stood waiting. Finally, when I thought sure I was going to be slapped or punched or something for my insubordination, he said, "Ask your question, boy." But he quickly followed with, "Wait, boy, before you ask the question."
I heard him move and then saw his legs move into view next to the desk. I heard rustling of papers and then he handed me a folded piece of paper. "Ask you question now, boy. And then open this paper."
I took the paper and said, "Sir, how did you know that I would respond to this treatment, these possibilities; this total depravity." Then I opened the paper and read, `Sir, how did you know I would want this?'
I couldn't help myself; I looked up with an "O" of surprise on my mouth. He first smiled at my reaction and then scowled at me for my lack of obedience. I lowered my head quickly, my heart racing. How did he know so much about me and what I was thinking?
The longer he waited the faster my heart raced. What was he going to say? What was he going to do to me?
"Boy, I have told you before, I studied you very closely. I observed your behaviour with various people you interacted with around this building, the neighborhood and on the phone." He paused letting that all sink in. "I also told you that you were very carefully selected for this position. I understand a lot about boys. I have learned it over several decades, starting when I was in high school."
He paused while I tried to picture what he would have been like in high school. I wanted to ask him to tell me about those times, but knew I had pushed my limits already.
"I am not a mind reader, boy, but I have dealt with many boys now and I pretty much know what is coming next in their devolution into being a boy and accepting their fate. Then they begin to relish it and grow in it." It was as if he wanted to say more but he stopped. Was he going to explain how the degradation was all part of the tearing down process?
"Follow me, boy." I followed him stepping gingerly until I was sure my legs could hold me. He was wearing gym shorts and a dark t-shirt and his trainers. My eyes were glued to his as watching them flex and bunch as he moved. So I didn't notice Ms. H until I heard her speak.
I went red as I stood there still rock hard and with a slick head from the leaking precum.
"Here's your dinner," she said and sat a plate down on my table. I was tongue tied, flustered and embarrassed as I sat. The low chair only allowed me to sit with my legs spread wide apart. There was no hiding my condition. She stood over me and watched until I took a bite. I couldn't swallow as my emotions were too on edge from the experiences of the last several hours. I had wanted to cum so bad before being brought in here, but now all I wanted to do was go soft and get this meal over with. With downcast eyes, I began eating what was on my plate. It was steamed broccoli and carrots, mashed potatoes and strips of baked or broiled chicken. As usual I had no utensils to eat with so could only use my fingers.
I couldn't figure out the mashed potatoes. I was going to end up having to lick my fingers. So I was leaving those for last.
"Oh, hi, Phil, please come in," Sir said to someone. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to make myself invisible to this new stranger.
"I see you have your new boy and getting him broken in," a deep voice, a smoker's or former smoker's raspy voice said.
Here I was on display again and my cock was swelling and I was dying. I was so ashamed to be seen this way.
"Yes, this is his second day," Sir said conversationally.
The raspy voice chuckled, "Looks like he is enjoying it."
"Yes, and he is beginning to learn his responsibilities." What did he mean by that?
I heard Ms. H excuse herself. "Seems like he is having trouble eating his mashed potatoes," the voice commented.
It was Sir's turn to laugh. "Why, Phil, if I didn't know better, I would think you are trying to get a chance to test out the boy?"
"Well, it never hurts to get them used to others. Besides, you'll be taking him out and showing him off soon, so why not let me give him a bit of practice."
"Okay, Phil, let's see your plan," Sir said and I saw his legs moving back. I was still staring at the floor unwilling to raise my beet red face.
I heard a zipper and then a hand reached down and took my plate. In a moment I heard, "Okay, boy, let's feed you some potatoes," from the deep voice. Then a hand reached over and lifted my chin. I saw a hard thick, uncut cock in front of my face that was at least as big as Sir's if not bigger and along the top of the shaft was a line of mashed potatoes.
I knew what I was meant to do. And my body fought with my mind. My dick was saying yes!!!' and my mind was saying, no, please, no!'
"Eat your potatoes, boy," Sir said.
Again I squeezed my eyes shut and water dripped out as I moved my head in closer to the dick. There was a strong smell to the dick, an odor of sweat and body and a rank mustiness.
I sucked the potatoes off of the top of his shaft tasting his cock along the way. It seemed to magnify the strong smell I had gotten. I thought I was going to puke at any second between the taste and the humiliation that was running through me.
"More, boy," I heard Sir say.
I opened my eyes to see a gob on the head of his cock. I tried to just suck it off the top but the guy stuck the head into my mouth forcefully, nearly gagging me. He laughed.
"Oh, well, I see you are getting him to eat his potatoes, Ms. H, said and my humiliation grew. I heard her walking and assumed she had left the kitchen again after witnessing my debasement.
More tears rolled down my face as I heard, "Get some of that cheese underneath that roll of skin there," from the raspy voiced man.
I slipped my tongue underneath the tight skin and felt around with it. I hit upon some chunky stuff and the taste was vile and disgusting, I fought the gag reflex with great difficulty.
"Well, let's see if we can't get him to eat his potatoes a different way," Sir said and followed it with, "Stand up, boy."
I stood without looking either man in the face. I saw a large gut over hanging a belt above the still rigid dick poking out of his jeans fly.
"Show Phil here how much you enjoy jerking off, boy. You must be very horny by now and your cock is bobbing and dripping as if it is ready."
I closed my eyes tightly and took my cock in hand and oh, man, did that feel good! I squeezed it and it was like all else melted away. I stroked a couple of times and moaned. I wanted this so bad, but my mind was faintly telling me what I was doing and whom I was doing it in front of. But my dick didn't care, it wanted the attention.
I gripped tighter and stroked a bit faster. I whimpered and then gritted my teeth as I hadn't wanted my lust to be so manifest.
Sir said, "Open your eyes, boy, and look at me. And when you cum, I want you to cum over the top of your potatoes."
I opened my eyes and focused on his face. Shame raced through me and suffused my face once again, but I was beyond caring now, I wanted to cum. None the less, I felt a few more tears track down my face as a flailed away on my dick.
My body tensed and I felt my nerves on edge and want the rush to hit me. I heard myself whisper, "Please," as if begging my body for release. I clamped my jaw and then let a whimper escape between those clenched teeth.
Oh, yes, I felt it building. I searched his eyes for any sign of emotion as I bared my very self and soul to him but nothing. He was not giving me anything.
But then the rush became imminent and I arched up on my toes and pounded even more furiously on my dick.
Oh, fuck! It was here. It was overwhelming me and I felt the big surge and moved at the last second as I remembered where I should be shooting. I barely made it over the plate before I began shooting rope after rope over it.
I moaned deeply as the wave washed over me. I kept pumping on my cock wanting to enjoy every second of the pleasure; it had been so long in coming. He had kept me on edge for hours.
Then the sensitivity kicked in and I just held on, not bearing to move a millimeter. Still on my toes, I sucked in air as I came down from the high.
I was able to milk a last few drops out before releasing my cock. I stood there panting, looking him in the eyes. His eyes searched my face reading every emotion that was there.
"Lick your hand clean, boy," he instructed. I raised my left hand to my mouth and realized what I was about to do. My stomach turned again. It wasn't so appetizing now that I had cum. Before I would have drank gallons of it, if only allowed to cum, but now I hesitated, but knew there was no recourse.
I licked it from my hand and fought any urge to gag.
I didn't raise my head again, but stood there looking down. I could see my slime slick dick hanging there; the softest it had been in hours.
"Now eat your potatoes, boy," Sir instructed and my stomach clinched as I looked at the cum-covered plate and potatoes.
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