Sam's Suffering

Sir works swiftly to secure me to a new piece of furniture. Basically a St Andrew’s Cross secured horizontally. My wrists are bound with leather to the top with my boots shackled to the bottom end of the cross. My head dangles between the cross beams unless I hold it up. 

I catch my breath as Sir Brandon massages my balls through my leather jock. I’ve been wearing this leather slave getup for twenty-four hours now. I smell like leather, sweat, and cum.  My ass throbs from the abuse I’ve taken in that time. 

“So…Slave. You must be tired.” Sir Brandon inspects my restrained body as he talks to me.

“Yes, Sir.” I look straight up as I respond.

“Tell me, Slave. How did you end up in my dungeon? All tied up with no way out.”

I look my Dom in the eye. “ I asked my Masters to torture me, Sir.”

CRACK.  He whips my ass with a tawse crop.

“No eye contact, Slave. Look to the ceiling.”

“Sorry, Sir. Thank you Sir. I asked Master Tom to torture me for a weekend on our first session. He invited Master Brad to help facilitate my suffering.”

“Hot, boy.”

CRACK.

“Thank you, Sir. I endured the weekend of suffering and immediately asked for more torture. They offered me a two-year slave contract. I accepted.”

“Why is that, Slave? Why wasn’t being a sub enough?”

“I tried to have sex normally. It was no longer good enough, Sir. Even as a submissive bottom, I need the exhilaration. I need the restriction. I need to suffer.”

CRACK.  SMACK. CRACK CRACK. Sir beats me with his tawse crop and hands. 

“Does that feel good, Slave?” He asks with a grin.

“It hurts, Sir. But It turns me on that my pain makes you hard.”

“Hmm. Well listen, Slave. I purchased you so I can torture you. That gets me hard, as you just said. I told you at the party that I want to hurt you, so you will suffer very very hard here. Excruciating pain that you will beg me to stop. But I won’t.”

Tears break through. Roll down the sides of my face. 

“Good. That’s fucking beautiful.” Sir Brandon licks my face. “I like to see that. Your Masters understand what I will be doing to you. They know you will survive it. This is what you are now, Slave. But I also know that  after the day you’ve had, you will need more strength for the kinds of torture I will inflict on you. So tonight, I will beat you for two hours, and you will rest for your session tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I catch my breath.

“However, rest here does not necessarily mean uninterrupted sleep.” His evil eyes reveal this Dom’s dark intentions.

CRACK. 

A single tail strikes my abs. As if they had not been abused enough. I scream as my dom continues his assault on my body. He takes the opportunity to practice bastinado on me, removing my boots and caning my sweaty feet. 

He stops suddenly. 

“You’re making a mess in my dungeon you dumb whore!” I look down beneath me and see the stream of cum now leaking from my cunt. I’ve taken twenty loads today and now I’ve lost control of my once tight hole. 

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ve had to make so many guys cum today, Sir!” I reply.

Sir retrieves a leather muzzle and sticks the rubber pecker in my mouth before securing the harness around my head. “You sure did, fucking faggot. But now you’re gonna have to fill up again.”

Sir pulls out his phone. He sends out a message and looks back at me.

“Alright. We’ve got another hour together before.” 

Sir continues to abuse me. He squeezes my nipples, smacks my balls, and punches my gut, smiling as I react to his methods. 

As he finishes our quick little beat up session, he dims the lights to a violet light on me, exposed on the cross. Moody music is pumped in. Sir Brandon opens the door to the backyard.

“Bet you’re wondering what’s happening, boy?”

I make eye contact with my Sir and nod.

CRACK. 

“Eyes forward, Slave! What a fucking moron you are, pretty boy.” He screams as he beats me.

I scream into my muzzle as Sir whips my abs continuously for my mistake. Rightfully earned.

“Well, most of my neighbors know what I do here. They are perverts and I love to give back. They know that when this door is open and the music is playing, they can come and beat and fuck whatever boy is held in captivity in here. I don’t care how sore your pathetic hole is, Sam. I’ll let the whole city rape you if they wanted. Fuck the shit out of you til it hurts.”

He licks my muzzle and walks upstairs.

I’m left alone. The sound of this weird music and creaking leather are all that are tethering me to this place. 

I drift to sleep for a bit. A sharp sensation wakes me as a strong figure of a man fucks me like I’m not even human. I scream into my muzzle and the man spits on me.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He fucks me for a long time before he cums. 

Another guy follows him. I’m raped and tortured by a sea of men. The room fills up and one by one they have their way with me. I almost don’t feel it after a while. I’m numb and warm as I’m used like a sex doll all through the night. I was too exhausted to count, but it might have been even more guys than at the party.

Several point through the night, two guys would stick me with their cocks at the same time and stretch me out. 

“FUUHK!” I would complain at this intense, stimulating degradation. The crowd would chuckle, punch my tits, lick my muzzle and call me names.

“Shut up, whore!”

“Beautiful Slave acts like he’s not used to two dicks!”

“Probably takes four at a time, sick faggot!”

There was no time limit for these guys. They had me for as long as it took for them to cum.

WHACK

Some of these guys took advantage of the whips and whipped me while I made every single guy cum. 

 

TAP TAP TAP.

“WAKE UP, SLAVE.”

I was suddenly awakened by Sir Brandon. I must have passed out from exhaustion at some point during the night.

I was still in bondage, still muzzled, covered in sweat and cum. 

“Wow. You were very popular. Sleep well?”

I shake my head. 

“Well let’s see what happened to you here.” Sir Brandon spread my ass to see the damage. “Hmm. Again, your loose cunt is spilling.”

“Sry, Sr” I let out.

My Sir eats my ass. I squirm in my bindings. 

Sir stands up, wipes his chin. “There. Now you keep the rest inside.”

Sir undoes my bindings, keeping my muzzle on. He lifts me off the cross and exercises my limbs.

“Now boy, you asked for torture and so, I will give it to you. However, this may be a bit different for you.”

Sir Brandon provides me with a full set of leather gear. The kind a dom normally wears. Leather shirt ,leather tie,  leather pants, a thick, wide leather belt,  riding boots, and a leather cap. All black.

“Slave, I love leather, as I’m sure you do too. It looks great on your tight body. Consider this a gift. One that also benefits me to see you wear”

I nod. “Fank yu, Sr.”

“I want you to wear this for as long as I tell you to.”

I slip everything on. It fits great. It’s all very stiff and creaks loudly like all beautiful new leather garments do. I would look like one of my doms with my leathers and muscles if it weren’t for my heavy muzzle. 

“Fuck.” Sir Brandon exclaims. He touches himself and rubs my leather-clad chest. He pounds my tits with his fist and bites his lip. “Come.”

He handcuffs me and leads me outside. 

 

Back in the front yard, Sir has me bound just like before, arms hooked over the wooden cross and bound together. However, my legs are now spread much wider apart.

“Now, Slave. It’s a hot day, isn’t it?”

The hot sun quickly beats down on me, making the leather much more uncomfortable. 

I nod.

Sir pulls my cock and balls through the zipper of my pants. I’m hard, but sweaty. 

Again people stop and watch.

Sir uses an underhand swing to beat my balls with a flogger. It feels good. Until it doesn’t. 

He goes at it for hours. Switching up how he beats my cock and balls. Side to side. Smacking with his hands. 

When I’m good and drenched in sweat, Sir drinks a bottle of sparkling water in front of me before continuing to beat my balls. 

Around midday, he removes my muzzle, giving me a bit of water.

“Good slave. He slaps my muzzle back on and removes me from the post and restraints me with rope and leather on the ground, just when the sun is directly overhead. My knees are bent to the side so that my ankles are parallel with my wrists and then they are bound together. Again, I’m flexible enough, but this is not comfortable to sustain for me. 

I quickly panic.

“No, boy!” 

SLASH

He whips me hard with a bullwhip in the stomach. 

“PLEASH, SHR! WATER, SHR!”

SLASH

You just got some, slave. I’ll give you more when you need it.

I’m tortured like this for hours. Sir unbuttons my shirt to reveal my sweaty torso for more direct whipping.  He takes time to bite my nipples. 

Some kinky neighbors stop on by and ask him about me. He hands them to whip to beat me up. It becomes a big activity. 

He breaks me. I cry. 

My Sir laughs and continues to whip my balls, my chest, whatever he wants. 

“Slave Sam? Look at me, now.”

I look my Dom in the eye with his permission.

“You’re making me very happy, taking your pain like a man.”

“Thank yu, Shr.”

“I know you are tired, but know that it’s true. You are an incredible slave. You take torture better than most could ever hope to, you stay hard while it happens, and you react authentically to your suffering. You scream and writhe and beg for mercy but you come back for more.”

“Thank yu, Shr.”

“I hope you remain a slave longer than the next two years. There are thousands of men who have seen the porn you made this weekend and are ready to make magic happen with your willing body. And I want to see it. 

I had not thought of a longer career as a slave to be honest. It’s been a whirlwind of a week so far and I have so much left to go. As tired as I am, I feel the most fulfilled I have ever been. My kink isn’t pain because it feels good. It’s pain because it feels good when the man hurting me enjoys my agony. 

I’ll consider my options. Even without a contract, I can still be a pain whore. My journey is just beginning, and I have several commitments to suffer for other men’s enjoyment ahead of me. 

As the sun sets, Sir kisses my abs with his whip one final time and drops to remove my muzzle. The crowd that’s gathered applauds my performance while Sir Brandon makes out with me. 

He allows me more water while he talks to me. “Beautiful job, Slave. You’ve almost earned a real night’s rest.

‘Almost?’, I think to myself.

“What does Sir need from His Slave?” I ask.

To end the night, I find myself in Sir’s bed, still in my leathers, with the buttons in the back of the pants exposing my hole.

My wrists are bound behind my back while I squat over my Sir. My muzzle returns one more time, this time with a leather blindfold over my eyes. 

I squat over my Sir while he wields a rope in his hand. The rope feeds through a hook in the ceiling and back down and around my neck. 

“I have been waiting a long time for this. Make me cum, boy.”

I ride my Sir, squeezing my loose hole as best I can. 

“Ugh, you ride cock like a hungry whore.” He tells me

“Ysh, Shr!” I try to make my dom feel good with only my sense of touch as a guide. I know he gets close when he pulls hard on the rope on my neck.  I slow down to make Sir last longer. It’s my only way to have a little bit of revenge.

“Fucking bitch!” Sir notices and punches my gut through my leather shirt. It was worth it.

Again I get him close and pull back the intensity. He gets pissed.

“Think you’re cute, do you?”

He chokes me with the rope and fucks my ass hard. I scream into my muzzle and explode with an orgasm. 

“Nghh Fuck!” I scream into the muzzle as my load splashes all over Sir’s chest.

“FUUUCK!” Sir cums in me, letting go of the rope as his orgasm subsides. 

I fall over on the bed and Sir removes my restraints. 

For real this time, Sir Brandon removes my muzzle, smiles, and makes out with me.

“Rest, Slave. You earned a real night’s sleep.”

That’s all I recall before I passed out.