Sam's Suffering

I am beat. In both meanings of the word. This show has been exhilarating and exhausting and all I want is a break. In station four, I receive one, but that doesn’t mean I get to stop suffering.

Master Brad drag a hood over my head and has me lie down on my stomach as he hog ties me. From there, Sir Tom holds me up so I’m balancing on my rounded knees as I’m gagged with rope and left to hang from that, the pressure of my body weight held between my teeth as I struggle to balance.

“MMMPH” I wiggle and panic. This stress position after all I’ve been through makes me shake.

“Now now, slave. This is your break of sorts. Enjoy it.” Master Tom attempts to calm me. He sucks my cock and balls and then tucks them back in my jock.

“Gentlemen,” Master Brad addresses the room. “While the slave gets to catch his breath for a couple of hours, we will now be selling tickets for the aftershow. Since the slave is still new, his rate will be what he’s currently worth. One dollar for ten minutes to fuck and torture the slave in private. If he fails to make you cum, your money will be returned and you can borrow the slave for a weekend to satisfy you..”

This news shocks me. I thought I was nearly done, but I now understand I will be a sex slave to ten…twenty…thirty men? Fuck.

I see nothing. I hear men chatting around me, boots stomping, leather creaking. For maybe thirty minutes I’m left alone.

Suddenly, my flesh is pinched. I cough and shake as someone applies clothespins to my skin to make me extra uncomfortable. The men laugh as I tremble.

Someone throws a cold beverage on me. Smells like beer.

“UGH!” It shocks my system and forces the clothespins to rattle around. The crowd cheers.

Warm, wet tongues lick me all over, making certain to pull on the pins. I groan.

My muscles can’t take much more of this when suddenly.

WHACK!

The pins are whips off of me one by one. Tears stream down my cheeks beneath my hood. I am alone. Suffering. I want to go home. But I won’t. Not for a while.

“Alright. One more station left. Are we ready, fellas?”

They cheer.

My bonds are released and I’m allowed to stretch out. My hood is peeled off, revealing my tears to the audience.

Master Brad looks me in the eyes. He whispers in my ear. “You can do this Sam. I’m so proud of you.” He makes out with me, rubbing my cock through my jock, before leading me to the final station.

I’m dropped into a sling, my wrists bound above me and my boots are secured into stirrups. I look around and recognize how entertained the audience appears. They are loving this show. I see Sir Tom selling another couple of tickets for the aftershow. This sight compounded with what Sir Brad just told me renew my resolve. My purpose. To suffer for men who want to see me tortured.

Master Brad pulls out a large ball gag, a blue one. New color. I’m reminded of what Sir Tom told me during our first session.

“For our finale, I’ll take the reins on this one. For the audience’s knowledge, this is the slave’s first time doing this.”

Master Brad lubes up his hand.

“Aw. The slave looks scared.” The crowd laughs. “Don’t worry, your whore cunt has been through a lot, and you’re gonna need to get used to this.”

He starts me with three fingers. I breathe deeply and give my Master my hole. It feels good to start. He strokes my insides as they slide down and out. He advances faster than I would want. Four fingers becomes five. I moan and roll my eyes back. The audience rubs their crotches, seeming to be saving themselves from cumming before they fuck me.

Master Brad tries to force his hand into my ass and I scream.
“NGH FUCK!” I shout.

“Gonna need better lube. Be right back.

Master Tom approaches me.

“Can’t let him rest now, can we?”

Master Tom pulls his cock from his leather pants and fucks me. My wet hole welcomes him easily.

Master Brad returns, but let’s Master Tom fuck me hard first. I shout as he slaps me around, beats my chest.

“Fucking whore taking fifteen cocks today, isn’t he?”

The crowd erupts in excitement. Master Tom cums in me pinches my nipples, and exits me.

My heart races from the hard fuck I just endured.

Master Brad dips his arm, up to the elbow, into some heavy duty lube. It’s very thick and gross. I whimper.

He sticks it in up to his wrists, my ass stretches, unable to resist the slippery fist.

He punches my cunt, despite my protests, and shares the lube with his other hand, taking his time to double fist and stretch me out. I lose track of time. My ass throbs until I feel cold yet also calm.

Suffering begets pleasure.

“Mashter, I’m gonna com!”

“Should we, boys?” He asks.

“NO!” The crowd screams.

I want to cum so bad. It’s been so long. I hold it back.

Master shoves his arm up to the elbow into me and the audience stands up from their seats. Tips fly in like crazy.

“Plesh, Master! I wanna com!” I beg.

“Boys?” He asks again.

“Let him come!”

“Let that load out!”

As he punch fucks me, I cum magnitudes harder than I have ever in my life. I see stars.

The timer goes off and the crowd applauds me.

Master Brad fucks my sloppy hole as a congratulations, making out with my gagged face. He cums to finish off the show, turns to the audience and bows.

He and Master Tom take the stage.

“Thank you so much for coming and for tuning in online.” Master Brad says earnestly. “It means so much for us to provide a show like this again.”

“Everyone with a ticket can gather up in the backroom. The slave will be bound in just a moment to service you. The rest of you can play with your slaves as well or just chat.” Master Tom grins.

I catch my breath. I have one last job to do. Maybe more.