Alter story

About five minutes have passed, during which Nicky could make out some voices behind his back, tinkling sounds and muffled talks. Cold collar chain links fell on his bare skin. Finally, the woman came up to him from behind and cast away his hair from the neck, took the chain, turning him in a different, more suitable position.

- Alright, listen up, bitch, now I'm going to unbind your hands, and then you get up in doggy style, turn towards the armchairs and quickly trot in front of me. And no funny business, or you’ll make things more difficult for yourself. And make it quick, don’t keep me waiting.

- Yes, Mistress, I understand, Mistress, - he said, frantically trying to understand how he could escape, where run, if that was even possible. Soon enough, he realized, that it was not.

The woman clicked the locks and Nicky’s hands split up behind his back, they still felt numb, but despite that, the pain came quickly. And as he slowly tried to move from his back to his front, he had already cursed everything in the world. Although, his Mistress got tired of his sluggishness.

- Fuck! Do you even hear me?! Quickly, quickly!

She tugged on the chain, making him turn around, so he was made to move his hands to his front, so he wouldn’t fall. By resting them against the floor, with horror, he realized that he couldn't keep his hands straight, and he even cried out from the pain, his head fell on the floor, luckily without smashing it.

- Oh, come on! -  exclaimed frustrated Mistress, the crop whistled through the air, landing on the bitch’s spine, leaving a red mark. Without a stop, she landed three more hits. Without aiming too much, hitting the vulnerable parts of the naked body. The bitch began loudly groaning, trying to protect itself with its unruly hands. But when the crop landed on one of his hands that still hurt from the cuffs, as it usually happens even by a slight movement, Nicky felt as if his hand was punctured by countless needles, he cried out in pain and his eyes became wet from his tears.

- Get up! Quickly! Don’t make me mad! - the woman forcefully tightened the chain, gracefully spinning the crop in her hand and pulling Nicky by his hair with her free hand.

- Mistress, I’m trying, my hands won’t obey me, I’m sorry, - he murmured. He saw his Mistress through the haze, she stood, legs apart in high boots, her lips are in a most broad smile. An evil smile. As beautiful as it was evil. Oh, how badly did he want to spit in this beautiful face!

- Quit whimpering! - after that Nicky was slapped twice in his face, his cheeks burned red, with red marks left by her hand. - Onward!

Nicky obeyed, despite that he was about to blow up from the inside. Ignoring the pain in his hands, he got into the doggy position and just moved forward. Leaving his Mistress with a pretty face and a cruel smile behind. Of course, it didn’t go as smooth as expected, the woman awarded him with a juicy hit, accompanied by unified laughter. Nicky fell, but he quickly recovered, trying his best moving his hands and knees as fast as possible, without looking back. The woman followed him, holding the chain.

- Good puppy, well done! - she finally said, as they got to the armchairs, Nicky changed his position by getting on his knees, looking down with his head. He quietly massaged his hands, his leather cuffs rubbed his wrists quite badly, overlapping the previous wounds from the shackles.

- Get your hands on the ground!

- Yes, Master, - Nicky lowered his hands in front of himself, slightly spreading his knees.

- Fuck! Not like this! - Master squatted in front of him, and, with a quick motion, he moved Nicky’s hand to his ankle and clicked the lock, binding his leg with his arm. The same happened to the other arm. Once again, Nicky was left unable to move.

- Spread your legs, knees apart. Splendid! - commented Master. After that, the woman attached the end of the chain to a hook, hanging from above, and after that she clicked a few buttons on some kind of remote control, and the hook ascended just enough, so that Nicky's head was raised upwards, slightly choking him. He straightened up, appearing in a defenseless, but surprisingly graceful position.

- Nice pose, isn’t it, bitch?! Now you are going to learn how to perform a fellatio, - smiled Master.

Nicky shriveled up from the inside. Now it happens, now he’ll do the thing he planned! Whatever happens after.

- Master, - Nicky raised his eyes, but still avoiding a direct eye contact, according to the rules. - Please, may I have something to drink?

- Of course, cocksucker, you can drink as much as you like as I cum in your mouth, - he laughed in response.

“Bastard! - Nicky thought, come on, bring it on, cum in my mouth, I dare you!”

- Open up! - ordered Master. Nicky opened his slutty mouth. At that very moment, a strange looking bracket with leather straps appeared in Mistress’ hand. Spreader! Realized Nicky. So that’s the way it goes. You provident bastards! He won't be able to do a thing with this thing in his mouth, he won't lock his jaws. Fuck! Nicky shut his mouth immediately. And promised himself that he won’t open it.

- Heh, so what does that mean? - the woman exclaimed with a fake surprise.

Nicky responded with a dead silence.

- Open your bloody mouth, crud! - roared Master.

The bitch shook its head in response, expressing vividly its disobedience.

At first, the woman made a few chuckles, and then burst out laughing.

- I suppose, there is mutiny aboard! And mutinies have to be suppressed!

Master's fist hit Nicky’s jaw, smashing his lips, his head swayed, choking him on the chain, a few drops of blood fell on the floor. Nicky tightened his teeth even more. Master didn’t beat him anymore, instead he held the back of Nicky's head with his arm, and with his thumb and index finger he pressed on Nicky’s cheeks, and through the pain, Nicky fearfully realized that his mouth began opening, and at the same time, the woman dexterously put the spreader in his mouth, locking the straps behind. They both stepped away, looking at the results of their work.

- Bitch, how many times do we have to repeat that everything will be as we want it to be, the only thing left for you to decide is how many bruises remain on your body in the end. But you won’t obey, you want to be a pathetic wench. So, we treat you accordingly.

The woman passed the crop to the young man and went to the table, picked the nipple clamps on a chain and sat in the armchair, lighting up the pipe with weed, spreading the distinctive smell. Master fiddled the crop in his arms and began hitting Nicky's body, already worn and tired. Without too much force, but quickly enough, hitting the vulnerable parts. His anger and fury died out, turning into intense pain. Nicky wanted to cry out that this won’t happen anymore, really, what for would he go through the pain if he could avoid it, he wanted to say that he would be obedient, to say that he was sorry, just so that his Master would stop laying the crop upon him, scorching his skin. But he couldn’t, the time of talks and promises was over, now he could only mumble indistinctively, and drool with his saliva mixed with his blood on the floor, as if he was some degenerate, unable to swipe it, with his eyes shut tight, yelping with each hit. Some time passed in that agony, after which, the woman came to them, softly stopped Master's hand, deeply dragged on the pipe, puffed the smoke in a plastic bag and dexterously put in on Nicky’s head, holding its ends to his neck. Nicky did not expect that. And as the woman nodded to Master, he made another hit, so Nicky inhaled with a noise. Exhaled, then inhaled, he jerked, but it was useless now. She kept the bag on his head for a little more, then removed it from Nicky’s head, giving him a short rebreather, in which the bitch tried to clear its throat, and then repeated it once again, after which Master did the same thing a few more times. “That’s it, Nicky thought, - now it's all fucked up for good”. He normally hadn’t smoked weed in his usual life, after the incident in which he thew up all over his friends’ bathroom, lying on the floor, one moment he was laughing as if he was a moron, one moment he was crying and screaming, since then he realized that drugs were not for him. But he knew that the more you smoke, the more you are resistant to it, his Masters seemingly didn’t even notice, Nicky guessed that they were constant smokers. But for Nicky it was a complete disaster. Instantly, the pain intensified, he became aware of all his bruises, all the traces of his Masters’ “love”, all the inconvenience of his position, he looked at the camera and though how distant was his previous life now, and for the first time, he fully realized how truly hopeless and horrifying his predicament was. Tears ran from his eyes, and, with a sob, he simply thrashed in his bindings, choking himself without any reasoning what and why he was doing, he screamed at the top of his lungs, putting all the despair and hopelessness in his shout. For a while, his masters just watched him, completely shocked by his reaction.

- Holy shit! - said the woman, - Hey, bitch, calm down!

But Nicky didn’t react, perhaps, he didn’t hear her. Master decided to settle this out in his classical manner, and as he raised his hand for a punch, Mistress shook her head with a cunning grin and stepped with her boot on the shrunk dicklet, pinning it to the floor. At first, Nicky didn’t realize what happened, but a fresh wave of pain sobered him up, he looked down, and then at his Mistress’ face, remembering too late not to look in the eyes, and tensed up, waiting for the next blow, which did not follow.

- It’s nothing, look, - the woman cheered him up, - look and listen closely. I don’t really care, I can completely squash it, - she pressed harder to substantiate her own words, Nicky whimpered in response, trying to catch a breath. - We don’t really need that part of yours, it's your holes that fascinate us, so if you cherish your wheenie, you better calm yourself, we couldn’t care less about your tantrums.

Nicky got scared, got scared as hard as it was possible being high, his face distorted, and he nodded his head to show that he complied. Of course, he will comply, he will do anything for them, but please, no more pain, he begged in his mind.

- Alright, don’t make me mad anymore, - the woman squatted in front of him, tenderly touched his nipples, grabbed them with a firm grasp, stretched them, released and repeated once again, until they became erect, and after that, she attached the clamps.  Needless to say, it was quite painful. The woman stood up and tugged on the chain, making the bitch bend out. She passed it to Master, who without too much of a delay, unzipped his pants, letting his shiny-head schlong out. Nicky’s head went spinning, it was the first time, when he witnessed someone’s else member so close. Of course, he couldn’t imagine that in the future he will see them much more times than the days he ever lived. But now, especially in his predicament and condition, he was just shocked, everything in his abdomen began twisting upside down from the thought that this thing is going to his mouth, his mind was struck with panic once again, but by an effort of his will, he shook away the upcoming hysteria. He wanted to close his eyes shut, but for some reason he couldn't avert his eyes from the now most important in his life phallus. He breathed, expecting to feel an unpleasant smell, but there was none, his Master's dick smelled of some shower gel, which was barely noticeable. In his mind, Nicky thanked him for that. Master moved his cock closer to lips of the frozen bitch, that didn't even do any attempts to jerk away, smeared the glans with spit, Nicky felt it painfully moving on his bloody lip, but he held himself still. He just couldn’t move at all, in addition to that, he got some morbid interest in it, maybe it was the effect of the drug taking its toll. To put it shortly, Nicky decided to relax, to make it as quick as possible. Master put his cock in the bitch’s mouth, wiggled it by the internal sides of the cheeks, a bit further, got it out, put his hand on Nicky's head, put it inside again, not too far.

- Hey, cocksucker! Work with your tongue, it was given to you just for that, - smiled Master, obviously enjoying the situation. Nicky was all shaking, not from the cold now. The thing that he feared the most was happening right now.

The bitch sticked out its tongue and carefully licked the glans, then another time, as if it was an ice cream. Master lost it on the third lick, and following Mistress’ example, who was now lying in the armchair with a cigarette and a bottle of beer, observing them with fascination, stepped on the bitch's dicklet. The bitch whined in response and began breathing heavily.

- Work it up, keep trying! - cheered the woman from her armchair.

Nick sticked his tongue out and began polishing it with much more creativity, from the top, from the bottom, its sides, Nicky’s tongue already hurt, when he realized what was about to happen. With a swift move, Master pushed Nicky's head, literally sticking his head on his cock, shoving it down his throat to the fullest. He immediately began suffocating, he lost himself in gag reflex, Nicky shook his head, but Master’s grasp was firm. Then he released him, the bitch began coughing, trying to catch a breath, and then Master impaled him on the dick once again, without removing its foot Nicky's penis. The process repeated a few more times, tears were involuntarily running from Nicky’s eyes, his saliva was coming down his chin, landing on his Master’s shoes. Having finished his games, Master started ruthlessly fucking Nicky in his mouth, not even the mouth but his throat, holding him firmly by his hair, Nicky was thrashing in his hands, on his dick, which was only increasing the pressure of the boot down there. It wasn’t a fellatio at this point, he was just being fucked in the mouth, impaled on the dick, as hard as stone. No, not even fucked, but raped in the mouth, just screwed, fucking his saliva into foam. Nicky thought that in such tempo and in that situation he could've hardly managed to close his jaws to bite off his Master’s member in the first place. There was no escape, he was completely defenseless, he simply prayed for it to end as quickly as possible. He was afraid to suffocate, to drown in his own vomit, and when he thought that he was about to faint, Master gave him a short rebreather, and continued on... and it was going on for an eternity, at least, that was Nicky thought. So finally, Master hadn’t taken any pauses for quite a long while, after that he slammed the bitch’s face toward his crotch, tensed up, pressed harder with his boot on his prey’s numb dicklet, tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps, and relaxed a few seconds later.

“He came right in me, right down my throat”. It is usually said, that you feel the warmth of the spreading semen, but Nicky didn’t feel it. A few seconds later, Master pulled Nicky’s head away, took his softening dick out, pulling threads of saliva with it, smiled in bitch's tear-stained face, wiped its tears with his cock, took his foot away from its penis and forcefully bend the head of the slave that dared to look him in the eyes. As Nicky tried to catch a breath, the bitch was drooling all over itself. His throat hurt as badly, as his neck, still held by the collar. His jaws that he wanted to close also hurt, his nipples, his penis that his Master nearly squashed under his foot. He wanted to eat and drink. A funny thought: Master promised to feed him, but it was obviously not enough, and he couldn't dare to ask for more. Master took out a cigarette, sat in the armchair, took a few wet wipes, wiped his penis and took it away behind the zipper. “That’s it, Nicky thought, the inevitable has happened, he has just been fucked like a complete whore. There was nothing he could've changed”.

- Wonderful! - finalized Mistress. - Now let's take a break and get to the other hole!

Nicky shook once again, he sobbed, and began crying silently, the tears that just had stopped running, burst out in a new stream.

- Crying again?! Quit it already, you fucking bastard, I’m so tired of it! - Mistress obviously got tired of sitting in the armchair. She stood up, picked up the crop from the table, and began hitting the bitch, and despite she measured the power of each hit, just like Master had before, she tried to hit not too hard, instead, she aimed for the red traces from the previous beatings, that caused the true pain. Meanwhile, Nicky understood that it would be better to take a hold of himself and stop crying, or else it would be much worse. With a tremendous amount of willpower, he suppressed his sobs.

- Well done! Calm down! Imagine yourself on camera, swelled eyes and nose, all this drooling. Nobody will like you!

The crop hits got less intense, turning into strokes. Who was supposed to like him? Who was going to watch these horrifying videos? Would they? Once again, he got scared, and he would ask more about if, if his mouth had been free from the brace.

- I’m going to take it out, we have to clean you up, or else you’ll be disgusting to fuck!

“Very well, - thought Nicky, - don’t like it - don't fuck it!”

The woman came to him from behind, took his long hair, covered in drools, gathered them at the back of his head and tied them with some ribbon. She unlocked the belt, and the brace fell out of the tired bitch’s mouth. Relieved, Nicky closed his mouth. His jaws hurt as much as his hands before, he couldn't talk, even opening his mouth was a big deal. After that, the woman pressed the buttons on her remote control and threw it on the armchair, removed the chain from the hook with a clink on the floor. So finally, Nicky could lower his head and relax for a little. His shivering didn’t go away, and it looked like it was going to persist for a while, he felt as if his body was in fever, but still he felt cold, and the concrete floor, that he was sitting on chilled him to his bones. He breathed heavily, feeling miserable. He just wanted to go to his mat, under his blanked, near the bowl of water and, probably, food, so he would be left alone to have a nap. He had surrendered so quickly, noted Nick to himself, and how petty his wishes became.. But naturally, there was still a long path towards his mat and the blanket.

- Move here, bitch, you’ve littered, you’ve stained my shoes! Clean it! - and Master pointed out the boot that he had pinned Nicky's penis to the floor with, the boot that was covered in Nicky's drool, that hadn't dried out yet.

Having nowhere to go, Nicky crawled forward, scratching his knees once again. When he get to the point of his destination, he leaned forward, sticking out his ass, and began licking his Master’s shoe without thinking about it too much, the shoe that he drooled over, as his Master fucked him in his mouth. He felt sand in his mouth, but he was too afraid to spit it out, afraid of his Master making him lick it from the floor. Meanwhile, his Mistress approached him from behind, Nicky got suspicious about it and jerked back, but the shoe he was licking quickly went upwards and landed on his neck, pinning him to the floor.

- Don’t move, our wonderful lady finishes what she planned, and we’ll continue!

Nicky could see the woman lubing a relatively tiny, about 4.5 inches, vibrator, and felt her arms stroking his butt cheeks, swiping the concrete dust, taking a stop at his fear-shrunk ring. After that, he felt a solid object pushing at his hole. Nicky held his breath. The woman pushed the object harder. And despite Nicky’s resistance, the solid object surpassed the barrier. Despite the vibrator being quite small, Nicky couldn’t compare it to anything yet, so the bitch whimpered from the pain, feeling as if it was about to be torn apart. The vibrator kept moving in, the woman wiggled it in and out in order to spread the lube, and then pushed it in to the full, so that Nicky’s anus let the vibrator fully in, leaving only the wire hanging from his butt, although Nicky himself didn’t feel it. He felt as if he was about to burst, that he was full to the brim, the item inside felt much larger, although Nicky was unaware of its small size. And the thing that happened after surprised Nicky even more. The thing inside began vibrating. Nicky shook and took a frantic breath. The vibration intensified, then it became somewhat more hacking. He figured out that his Mistress was choosing the right vibration mode. Finally, she stopped on the most intense constant vibration, and after she put the toy remote on the floor, she sat herself in the armchair beside him. Master took his boot away from Nicky's neck, stepping on the chain, hanging beneath his nipples, and once again moved his foot in front of Nicky's face.

- Continue!

Nicky couldn't disobey, and in addition to that, his actions where purely mechanical, he didn’t think about how far he had fallen morally. Right now, all his thoughts and feelings concentrated in his anus. Naturally, he felt pain, but that wasn't it. The vibrator touched something, some very sensitive spot inside of him, in the deep. And terrified, Nicky realized that he finds it not so bad. He continued on licking the boot, without noticing his master changing his foot, and Nicky was licking the boot that he hadn’t drooled over. The drug was taking its effect on him, and weirdly enough, he felt arousal. Oh, no! If only his Masters wouldn’t notice his penis becoming erect, still sore after being pinned to the floor. No, no, no! It was impossible, he couldn’t have possibly enjoyed that, he couldn’t get exited from that! All his body was in pain, his throat burned, his skin still remembered the crop hits, it was still cold in the room, he was still shaking, despite his body in fever, although it was now a different kind. It seemed he caught a cold; his body temperature was the evidence to that. He stands in the doggy position, his head bowed down, licking his Master's shoes, touching them with his bloody lips, his wrists and ankles were still in the leather cuffs. And deep inside of him was the vibrator doing its deed, and being in such humiliating predicament, he could do absolutely nothing about it, he couldn’t pull it out and stop it. Or could he?

- Mistress, - he said in a hoarse voice, without knowing what to say. Judging from Nicky’s calculations, his Masters couldn't notice his excitement from their angle, he stood facing them and, in the pose, in which it would be difficult to notice. He cleared his throat. Repeated once again, - Mistress. - Was Nicky about to relate to every faggot in the world? He frantically thought of any reason to have the vibrator turned off. If he had said that it pained him, the Masters would only laugh and he would be kicked in the face. To say that he wanted something to drink or to go and take a leak? Obviously, nothing good was coming out of that. He must have come up with something, he was running low on time. Blasted weed, this all was happening because of it! Why, why all these things were happening to him, once again, tears filled his eyes, he was engulfed in shame so severe, as if he was made to empty himself in front of his Masters again.

- Mistress, please respond, - Nicky said it through his tears.

- What’s the matter, bitch, why did you stop? - Mistress asked in a plain voice, tired from his whining.

- Mistress, I can’t anymore, please, turn this thing inside of me off, please, - he mumbled in response, sobbing.

- Oh yeaah? - she said, leaning forward, - why is that, exactly? Your Master's shoes are still dirty! And he obviously is losing his patience!

Nicky looked down at the shoes he had been licking, saw a few dusty spots, and hastily began licking them over, hoping that Mistress will spare him and turn the bloody thing off. In a few dozen of seconds, which felt like eternity for the bitch, during which Nicky tried as hard as he could to suppress his arousal, the woman finally announced.

- Enough! Straighten up and stand like you stood before.

Nicky jerked upwards, completely forgetting about the chain, that his Master pinned to the floor with his shoe. He howled from the fresh wave of pain, that weirdly enough, made him even more excited. And at that moment, he realized that he was going to compromise himself by showing them his rock-hard member.

- Mistress, - Nicky begged yet another time, - Mistress, I’m going to cum! - he screams were turning into cries.

- I know, - she said simply, without even a hint of mockery.

Master chuckled, put his from away from the chain, taking it into his arm and jerked it upwards, assisting the bitch getting up faster. There was no other way. It seemed that by changing the position, the vibrator pressed on the sensitive spot even harder. Then Nicky realized something else. Probably, they had figured everything out long before he got up, maybe they even planned it exactly like this. Pouring tears full of resentment, he straightened up, presenting them the thing they so longed to see, noticing their grins, smothering in shame and arousal.

- Come on, you dirty slut! Cum, you dirty fuckhole! Your Mistress allows!

Simultaneously, his Master got behind him, grabbed his hair with the hand he held the chain with, tugging his nipples even harder, making Nicky raise his head.

- Look into the camera, cunt!

Nicky tried to obey the order, searching for the camera with his eyes. With his other hand, Master grabbed his face, guiding it towards the right direction, soothing his bloody lips with gentle painless strokes, granting him the long-desired tenderness. He froze, afraid of scaring off the hand from his lips. It was so good, Nicky fully leaned on it, he needed it so badly. Tears were running down his face, the whole world went blank for a moment, he strained himself, digging with his nails deep into his own palms to the blood, his body shook in convulsions, Nicky moaned and then screamed, discharging his stream with a stroke of luck between the armchairs, not on them. He couldn’t believe it! He came in such predicament, in such situation without even touching his cock. The climax kept engulfing him, his body was shaking, cum was jolting out. Never before had he experienced such long, powerful and unique orgasm. He couldn’t control his own body, nor could he control his mind, his consciousness was slipping away, and finally he sank into darkness.

 

Master tenderly held the limp body, put it onto the floor on its side, and unclipped its arms. He picked up the vibrator control and turned it off without pulling it out. Took wet wipes from the table and wiped his hands. He petted him on his head and sat down in the armchair, took a bottle of beer, clinking it with the woman’s bottle.

- We weren’t wrong about him, after all, - cheerfully exclaimed the woman.

- Indeed, - smiled the young man in response.

They became tire as well, so they were not in a hurry to bring the bitch around. After a while, Master went to another room and brought a thin one-room sleeping mattress and placed it on the floor. He also brought a blanket, but he put it on the back of the armchair. They finished another cigarette, when Nicky started coming to his senses. He didn’t want to pull himself out of the sweet obliviousness, out of the dark sanctuary. But there was something that kept bothering him, something just happened to him, something terrible and unusual. Then he opened his eyes and checked his surroundings. He was lying on the floor, his Masters sat in front of him, the woman was sitting in her armchair with her feet tucked under herself doing something in her laptop, the young man was peering into the woman's laptop, enthusiastically drinking beer. They completely ignored him. Nicky tucked his knees, curling himself up, he found out his arms were free, so he hugged himself, trying to warm up, his body was aching, there was virtually no part in his body that was free from the pain.  His sensitivity had also increased because of the fever and the never-ending effect of the weed. He was insanely thirsty, like never before, but at the same time he wanted to throw up. Nicky began quietly whimpering, his body kept shaking. And the though, bright and hot as molten iron, rushed through his mind, not so long before he was thrashing in his Master's arms, experiencing the most unreal and intense orgasm in his life. He couldn't explain how this had happened to him, still feeling the vibrator with his anal muscles, which kept the toy deep inside of him. And the worst part was that he even fainted, fainted because he came so hard! Nicky’s mind couldn’t comprehend all that. Tears were involuntarily running down his face, so hot, they scorched his skin. He felt so sorry for himself, how terribly he wanted to be hugged, to be warmed up, to be cared for! But there was no one to help him, even himself was unable to get up and care for himself, even if he there was an opportunity. What would happen next? They would keep bullying him, he would be compliant, he wouldn't show any resistance whatsoever, no matter what they would do to him! He was so done. And then he would find himself in a tiny concrete room, attached to the brace with the collar. Until they finish taking their rest. It seemed to Nicky that they had been right about him being a bitch - really, to cum from such manipulation, even fainting, not everyone is capable to do that.

- The puppy came to its senses, - the woman jolted her head toward lying, miserably curled up Nicky. Without breaking from the laptop.

- Yup, - murmured Master absent-mindedly.

A few minutes later, Nicky decided that he was completely forgotten, was already structuring his correct request for water, but then the woman put the laptop on the table, and after extinguishing the cigarette, looked on the shaking bitch on the floor.

- Hey, you, greedy hole! Get on your fours and get your cum products off the floor! With your mouth, of course, so we can see it.

Getting up? How? Nick considered this task impossible, although, after a few seconds had passed, he decided to not make them wait and being beaten once again, tried getting up. It didn't go well, without fully getting up, he fell to the floor. Then it happened several more times, and after that, Nicky crashed face down, incapable of any further attempts. That's it, he thought, he will be beaten again, until he gets up, but he won’t be able to. And the he will be thrown out in the streets, where he will completely freeze to death, caked in his own blood. And as a prove to his thoughts, Master got up from his armchair. Tears filled his eyes, he didn’t stop crying since he recollected himself after the orgasm, but now he simply cried out loud, because everything he could now - is to cover his face with his hands.

- What's the matter, bitch? Why are you crying again? - there was not a single hint of pity in Master’s voice. Nicky couldn’t understand how people could be so cruel.

- I... I can’t get up, Master. - It was difficult for Nicky to say that, but still, he managed to stutter it out.

- Why?

- I feel like shit, I can't, I don't have the strength, please forgive me, Master, - Nicky said genuinely, there was no hope for comprehension in his mind; there was no point to expect it from these people.

Master got closer, picked the leash chain and pulled it up, choking him, but assisting him getting up, Nicky sticked his hands forward, with his rear still on the floor. If I don't straighten up, he will kick me! Kick me in the guts! Nicky was ready to take a kick, but instead of the pain, he felt a powerful warm hand grabbing him from beneath his belly, helping him getting up into the doggy position. Nicky spread his ankles, and murmured the words of gratitude, was about to wipe his face from the tears, but changed his mind, afraid of crashing to the floor once again. He was still shivering, but still, he looked around, searching for his “cum products”, as his Mistress named them. Oh my God! Is he really about to lick his own cum from the concrete floor? Of course, he is, there was no other way. It seemed, he had already been broken, if he complied so easily to these insane requests. A sad realization.

Finally, he noticed puddles in front of him and between the armchairs, thanked some mysterious entity for not getting it on the armchairs, or else who knows what his Masters would subject him to. Meanwhile, Master made sure that the bitch is capable of standing on its fours, and came back to his armchair, keeping the chain in his arm. Without further encouragement, Nicky cautiously bowed his head, stuck out his tongue and began licking the his semen, swallowing it as fast as he could, so he wouldn't feel its taste, along with concrete particles. It was painful for him to swallow - his throat reminded him of the past fellatio. He carefully licked everything around himself, trying not to think too deeply of what he was currently doing, trying not to think of anything, really, because every thought that came to his mind, resonated with a jolt in his stomach, threatening to burst out in the form of mournful tears. He looked around himself, determined that everything was clean and after a slight tug on his collar, he carefully moved to the space between the armchairs, trying not to fall down. With every move, he felt the vibrator inside of him, its remote was trudging behind him with an unpleasant rattle. He crawled to the armchairs, appearing near his Masters’ hands, bent over, the nipple chain clinked on the floor, and began carefully licking out the first puddle. At this moment, Mistress put her warm hand on his butt cheeks, which made the bitch flinch.

- Keep it up, you are doing well! - the woman reassured him. And with soft touches, she began wiping off the concrete dust off his body. Off his legs, his butt, his back. It was pleasant. The woman had no intention to make it painful, Nicky continued on. Shortly after, having finished the puddle, he froze in his place, his mouth was overflowing with his saliva, he was frantically swallowing it, trying to get rid of the sand in his mouth, fighting his dizziness and nausea. He wondered if he should report that he finished, or if it was better to just wait for further orders.

- Are you done, bitch? - Mistress’ voice yanked him out of his contemplations.

- Yes, Mistress, I did as you told me to.

- Raise your head, but don’t even think of flopping onto your ass, I have no intention of cleaning you all over again! Let’s see how you did.

Nicky raised his head, presenting the results of his work. In his mind, he cleaned the floor perfectly, although they could find his fault in every nook and cranny. But his fears were not met.

- Nice for the first time, bitch! - Master was merciful.

- Hold still, - said the woman, grabbed him by the wire, sticking out from the poor bitch's butt, pulling on the control. Oh no! Nicky thought, not this, she was about to turn it on!

- Mistress, - he said rapidly. - Please, no more, I beg you, not now, I can’t take it any longer... I, - he went silent, realizing how pathetic he must had looked. The weed made it unbearable.

- Ouch! - as Nicky was speaking, the woman pulled the toy by the wire upwards, and the vibrator moved inside, trying to get out. The anal muscles held it firmly.

- Would you look at that! Bitch! Your asshole won’t let me get it out! It’s so deep inside, - Mistress laughed, and Nicky was ashamed once again, for his fear of the vibrator turning on, and for his slutty ass, that held the toy so tight. He moaned.

- There, there, you better relax, or if the wire snaps, this thing will remain in you forever.

A new fear struck Nicky. This bloody vibrator wouldn’t leave his ass! But Nicky didn’t want it to remain there at all. He followed the woman's advice and tried to relax, with little success - he was extremely tensed, trying to keep standing in the doggy position, shivering from head to toe with all his might, just to prevent himself from collapsing, and relaxing could be fatal for him. But the toy just wouldn’t leave!

- Mistress, I can’t relax, if I fall, the wire will snap... Mistress, I’m so scared, please don’t leave it there, please, - he shivered as he spoke.

- Fuck! - the soman said puzzled, - I even feel sorry for you, - she was silent a couple of seconds, - Sike! - and laughed menacingly. - Alright, don’t worry! You will relax in no time!

Nicky got scared of this reaction. This upcoming help could make things only worse. At that moment, Master yanked the chain, Nicky moved to Master’s knees, and stopped without understanding what to do next. The chain moved upwards, making the bitch follow it, getting his arms off the floor, losing its support. Nicky swayed, grabbing the chain with his hands, straightening up on his knees.

- Closer! - ordered Master. Nicky moved closer to him, still holding the chain, afraid of falling down, completely losing balance. Of course, his collar won’t let him fall, but it could easily choke him. Master loosened the chain, and Nicky swayed aside, but the arm that kept holding his hair in a knot wouldn’t let him fall. Master held him as if he was a carrot, about to be pulled from the ground.

- Release the chain already! - Nicky obeyed without a delay, - shake off your palms from the dust, and your elbows as well.

Nicky stared at his dirty palms, rubbed them against each other, but noticed that they remained dirty, although he got rid of the sand, then he tried to clean his arms up to his elbows. After that, his Master pulled him on his hair, forcing him to get on his knees. Nicky couldn't decide where he should have put his arms, afraid of touching his Master’s jeans. Once again, Master assisted him by taking his wrists, pulling them forward, shifting them over his far knee, put his arm under Nicky’s belly, slightly lifted him and put him on his other knee. Nicky's legs remained on the ground, bent in his knees, his nipple chain hung between Master’s spread legs, his butt was sticking out, and after Master’s brief approval, he put his head on his Master's lap. And suddenly, he felt really good, there were no restricting bindings, he didn’t have to do anything, he could just relax. His tears and sobs already subsided, until he remembered the reason why he was there in the first place. The vibrator problem was left unresolved. Nicky tired not to rattle about it too much, his Master allowed him to lie on his lap, so it was highly unlikely they would want their toy to be left inside of him. They wouldn’t beat him to a pulp, snapping the wire and throw him to the streets after. No! They like him.

Nicky inhaled, exhaled, swiped his eyes with his arm, put it down and took a sneak peek at his Master, suddenly making an eye contact, looking at his Master with his tear-soaked eyes. He got scared, took his eyes away, staring into his Master's side, and after that he received a slight slap on his face, which made him flinch. But he took it as a fair punishment, not harsh, by the way. He deserved it! Shouldn’t have looked in the eyes, if not asked. He tried to relax, which was much easier than before, he didn’t have to keep himself from falling. And he really just became more and more relaxed. Once again the woman took the end of the wire sticking from the bitch's butt, and fruitlessly pulled it.

- You see, the thing is... - Mistress began wondering out loud. - It happens: as you, bitch, came, your anal muscles tensed way too hard, it seems, your orgasm was too much of a stress for you.

Nicky agreed, of course it was a tremendous stress for him, everything that had happened to him since he got here was a stress, and, fuck, the orgasm was an outright revelation for him.

- And still they won’t recover! Amazing, isn’t it?! Come on, push it a little, as if you are taking a dump.

Nicky tensed up and tried to push out the vibrator, exerting himself over and over again, clinging to his Master's lap without noticing it. Nothing came out of that, literally. Nicky sobbed once more.

- Mistress, I can’t, I’m really trying, but it won’t move at all, what should I do? - he exhibited all his desperation and fear, without even feeling conscious about lying buck-naked on his Master’s lap, trying to shit out the vibrator from his ass, there was no one else who could help him now. - Mistress, is it going to stay there forever?

- Yeah, forevermore! - chuckled the woman. - how are we going to fuck you then? The sneaky butt decided to go on a full lockdown!

- Mistress, I had no intent to, forgive me, I don’t know why it happened!

- How, how... with your hASS upside down! There are some ways to pull it out, but they are either take too long, either are too painful. We could do an enema, feed you with purgative, use an anal spreader and get it out with forceps, cut your stomach and remove it with fingers and then stitch you up, - Nicky trembled after these words. - Yeah, let's do it with our fingers!

Nicky shifted on his Master’s lap, trying to stand up. But he was stopped by a strong hand.

- Calm down, - he heard his Master’s imperious and calm voice. And then an arm in a medical glove appeared before bitch's face and shook a bottle of lube. Master did not put his hand away, so it remained on Nicky’s head, so warm and soothing.

- Now we’re going to lube you up, and after that you push and try to relax, or else we’ll be stuck here for a while.

She generously squeezed up the lube right on the bitch's asshole, and after spreading it a little, got inside, surpassing the perceivable resistance of his sphincter, spreading the lube inside of him, got to the vibrator, pushed her fingers underneath it and lubed it over, and pushed another finger in as far as she could, stretching Nicky’s butt, grabbed the vibrator with both of her fingers, and pulled on the wire with her other arm.

- Push!

Nicky obeyed, tensed up, but it brought no difference.

- Alright! I’ve got an idea, - exclaimed the woman with excitement and left into the darkness of the other rooms. Master lit a cigarette, taking his hand away from the bitch's head, and Nicky whimpered a little, without even realizing that he did it out loud. Although, Master interpreted it in his own way.

- Don’t be scared, be a good boy, and it won’t be painful. It turned out, you are quite impressionable. And your spectacular orgasm! No slut in the whole porn industry ever came so hard, even when faking it! Someday, I’ll show you the video. Don’t shake so hard, you feel like a vibrator, - Master chuckled.

Nicky thought that it was the right moment, his Master was in his good spirit, his words could be considered as a compliment, quite a harsh one, but still. Although, there was no point to hold a grudge, he was absolutely right. And as he was praised, it was high time to ask for a reward, and so he did.

- Master, - Nicky began quietly, - Master, please, can I have a drink... of water, - he added just in case.

- Only if you work it off in the future and do your best!

- Yes, yes, Master, I will, please, - he muttered.

Master reached out for the table, and a moment later, a bowl landed in front of Nicky. But a few seconds later, right in front of his face, appeared a bottle of water with a straw sticking out. Nicky sighed with relief, he didn’t have to get off his Master's lap, not now. The bitch's gratitude knew no bounds. He breathed in the smell of water, those who say that it has no smell are liars! It was the smell of life. But wat was the bowl for?

- Rinse yourself, your lips are coated in sand, and, I suppose, your mouth is full of concrete, and don’t you dare wetting my jeans as you spit it out, - Master dispelled his doubts.

For heaven's sake! Nicky chose the right time to ask. Bingo! He leaned on his Master’s knee with his first hand and reached downwards, Master moved the straw to his mouth, with his second hand, he slightly held the bottle, as if he were afraid that somebody would take it away. But Master did not. Nicky filled his mouth with water, rinsed, and after leaning a bit more forward, he expelled a gentle stream of water into the bowl. He licked the sand from his broken lips, repeated, took the bottle down, swiped his lips with his hand, grabbed the bottle once again and began chugging its contents. Every gulp came with pain. Oh, how tasty it was! He had never drank water so delicious. He recoiled, took a pause, and then began drinking greedily once again, although, his Master didn’t let him empty the bottle to its full, and softly took the bottle away, placing it on the table. Sill, Nicky felt better, for starters, he wasn’t dying, his body just felt ever so horribly bad, he was still trembling, he couldn’t warm himself up. Nicky put his head on his Master's lap, as if he had the rights for this special place just for himself, elevated his hand and gently touched his lips, nose, his whole face, trying to evaluate how bad his bruises were. At that moment, the woman came back.

- Here! - he showed something to the young man, Nicky couldn't see exactly what.

- Wonderful, - he approved with a smile.

- Hold it by his nose, and I’ll pull the rope, maybe the door will open! - she laughed.

Nicky began panicking once again, his relaxation was gone for good, what were they up to? He tensed all over again, wiggled his head, trying to see what the woman showed to his Master.

- Calm down already! - Master forcefully slapped Nicky, leaving a red mark. - You fussy bitch!

Nicky decided to calm down, as his Master promised him no pain if he complied. He just wanted them to pull the bloody vibrator from his butt. Everything will be fine, he convinced himself, although he didn’t really believe it. A bright vial appeared in his Master’s hand, he turned it over before Nicky’s eyes.

- I will open it, and you’ll breathe it! Capisce?

Nicky shook his head, trying to hide somewhere in his Master’s hip. What is that? Another drug? He couldn't sober up after the weed, and now he was going to take God-knows-what and it will repeat all over again. Fuck that!

- Aren’t you tired of standing here doggy-style, freezing with a rubber dick in your ass? - the woman’s voice was harsh, she must've been disappointed that the bitch didn't like her idea. - Because I am! I came up with the most safe and convenient way to get it out, but no! You filthy bastard! You are being a choker! Alright, fuck it, listen up, now you get off Master’s knees, I bind you in a doggy position so tight, you won’t even be able to move, plug your ass with the biggest spreader, and after that I’ll stick in my arm down to the elbow, trying to fish out the vibrator that got stuck in your fucking hole, and by the time I pull it out, soiled in your blood, I will flog you so hard, it will hurt not only to sit and lie, but to sleep as well! - and to match her own words, she took the crop from the table and began beating him with all her might. Nicky howled in pain. - You disobedient bastard!

- I am not! I will! Mistress! I will do everything! Please forgive me for being such an asshole! - he screamed after each hit. But Mistress did not stop. Nicky squeezed himself against his Master’s lap, screaming. But he didn’t attempt to cover himself or to fall from Master’s knees. It seemed like she didn't hear him. No! A second later he realized, that she did hear him, and it was the punishment for disobedience. Nicky bit his lip, clenched his teeth, felt blood in his mouth, pressed himself against Master.

A while later, Mistress either got tired, or her anger subsided, but the hits became lighter, and after that they completely stopped, the woman forcefully threw the crop on the floor. And sat in the armchair. She lit up a cigarette, and the next three minutes were spent in complete silence, broken only by the bitch's sobs.

- Alright, let’s go, - now calmly said the woman. She squatted by the bitch's ass and tenderly ran her arm on his skin.

- There, there, - she kept saying. She stroked his back, his butt, his hips, moved closer to his face, stroked his belly, touched the chain.

- Turn around to me, - Nicky obediently turned his face, once again soaked in tears. - She wiped his tears with her hand. - Do your nipples hurt?

- Yes, they do Mistress, - sobbed Nicky.

- Now it will get painful, hold on a little, and it will end quickly, - she carefully removed the clamps, and his nipples resonated with pain. The bitch began whimpering. The woman salivated her fingers and massaged his nipples, one after another. The pain subsided.

- Alright, now just take a deep breath and calm down. Are you afraid because you think it's a drug? You are right, but its effect lasts only a couple of minutes, it will just help you loosen your muscles in your butthole, and then it will completely wear off without a trace. Don’t make me hurt you, when I don’t want to. Everything will be fine, boy! Deal? - the woman pronounced it softly and subtly, las if she was speaking with a moron, Nicky thought, but at the same there was weariness in her voice. Does she felt sorry for him? It was something new!

- Yes, Mistress, thank you. For the nipples and for the punishment. And for trying to get it out of me, now I understand. Thank you.

The woman got up, got behind Nicky, and squatted once again. Master opened the vial and got it to Nicky’s nose, he breathed deeply, feeling an unusual aroma, then again, and again. He felt more and more relaxed, some kind of heat was emerging from the inside, his body felt lighter, his eyes were closing, but he didn’t fall asleep. As if he was there and simultaneously in a different place. He felt being penetrated by the woman’s finger, repeating the lubing procedure. She got it out and pulled on the wire. And lo and behold! The toy obeyed, began moving towards the exit. Nicky felt getting aroused. His penis began pulsating. He expected his Mistress to notice and laugh at it. Really, as soon as something starts moving in his butt, he gets aroused. Isn’t he a bitch? Nicky smiled and even chuckled at the thought. Finally, the vibrator left from his backdoor, Nicky felt relieved, and his Mistress collapsed into her armchair, smiling and holding her trophy in front of herself, as if it was a caught mouse.

- Finally, - Master closed the vial and put it on the table. - Hooray!

Nicky wanted to thank them, and so he did.

- Thank you, Mistress, I’m so sorry I disobeyed at first, you did it with such ease! Thank you, Master! - like a cat, Nicky carefully rubbed his head on his Master’s leg, trying to put all his gratitude and tenderness he was capable of in this gesture. And he went silent, hugging it with both of his hands. He didn’t see the woman looking at the young man, twirling a finger at her temple as she nodded at the bitch resting on the lap, after that, she looked at the hanging vibrator and with a snort full of disgust, threw it on the table.