Sam's Suffering

Master Brad leads me straight to the dungeon. From the outside I hear the familiar sound of a whip cracking followed by pained squeals.

Inside, we find Master Tom, dressed up for a session. He takes great pleasure in whipping another Sub, suspended in bondage, his arms behind his back, bound in straight jacket. He is thin, twinkier than me. Younger than me. His short blonde hair made him look even more different from me. Cute kid.

Master Tom whips his cock and he moans in sexual agony. The Sub makes eye contact with me, like he recognizes me. 

“How is the new Slave holding up?” Master Brad approaches him, grabs his cock. Strokes.

“Good, Master.” The Sub replies.

Master? What’s going on? Am I being replaced?

Master Brad fingers the new Sub roughly. He bites his lip and his cock hardens. 

“Slave Sam? Meet your new Slave brother, Slave Jake.” Master Brad explains. “God, what a treat.” Master Brad eats Jake’s sloppy asshole while Master Tom continues.

“Slave Sam, this boy here watched your public suffering last weekend online and reached out to us immediately, craving a chance to experience the same thing. We took him in and incredibly, he fit right in. Who would have thought two premium Slaves would present themselves so close together?” Master Tom approached me, locked my wrists away above my head and my ankles to the ground as he explained.

“We now own both of you. You complete each other.” Master Brad explained while Master Tom increased the tension on my chains, stringing me up so my boots dangled off the ground. 

I grunt. My leather creaks, straining with my muscles as I am stretched.

“While you shine magnificently under impact play or stress torture, Slave Jake’s hole is…god, it’s just unstoppable.” Master Brad sets up a line of dildos in increasing sizes. The final one is frighteningly large. How is such a skinny kid supposed to endure an ass stretching like that, I think.

Master Tom straps in an extra large red ball gag into my mouth and Master Brad fits Jake with a blue ball gag.

“Now you will both be tortured and both be fucked and stretched mercilessly as our slaves, but your body types and your specialties will factor into who rents you out, for what purposes, and the porn we more commonly make with you. Slave Sam, Slave Jake has seen what you are capable of online, but we think you should hang around to see Jakey’s talents before we film your next session. Sound good?”

I feel a little conflicted. I was just settling into my life as a Slave and now I have to share my Masters’ attention with Jake. It’s not my call, however, so I do what our Masters say.

“Yesh Mashters.” I reply. 

Both our Masters approach Jake with the two smallest dildo, still not small by any means and ribbed at the based with rubber spikes. 

Master Tom stuffs his dildo into the boy’s ass, hard and deep. Jake hardly reacts. Master Tom rips it out. Master Brad shoves his up the boy’s ass. Same thing. They pick up the pace and Jake starts to grumble, bite on his gag. Sweat drips down his face as they move up to bigger dildos. Master Tom giggles evily, licking up the boy’s sweat as is drips from his abuse.

“That hurt, Jake?” Master Tom inquires.

“No, Master. Hurt me, Master.” He spits out through gritted teeth on his rubber ball.

Our Master looks at each other.

“Ho ho. Brave in front of your brother, here.” Master Brad chuckles.

“Sam loves pain. If you want to impress Sam, then let’s hurt you real good.” Master Tom stuffs his dildo into Jake’s hole at the same time as Master Brad’s. The toys struggle to fit at the same time as Jake chokes and struggles.

“Mmmm fuck, Masters!” Jake’s belly pulls forward as he fights the pressure but gives into his fate. Both cocks fit. Our Masters look pleased and fuck him together, kissing each other.

“Good Slave boy, Jake.”

“Thank you, Sirs.” He responds as he relaxes into his stretched ass.

“Sirs?” Master Tom catches.

“Masters!” He corrects.

“You signed the contract, Slave. Ten years of service, CNC, no mercy.” Master Tom retrieves a metal rod with a wire attached. I recognized this from videos. An electric sound. Master stuck the rod down poor Jake’s urethra, forcing a loud moan from his lips. 

Ten years? Jake signed up for that long? Wow. For a guy this young, big statement.

“You feel that? Deep in your gut?” Master Tom ratched up the power. Master Brad switched to fucking the boy with an even bigger dildo, one size below the biggest. It wouldn’t go in all the way, but his ass chewed its way through to the base. Little by little. 

This was hot, My cock was getting hard and I moaned as my body sweated heavily into my leather garment. My wrists were slippery on my bindings. After the weekend I had, I wouldn’t have expected to still be this horny. 

I moan, writhing in pain, wishing I was being actively tortured.

Our Masters turn to me. Master Brad hands the dildo over to Master Tom and approaches me.

“Looks delicious doesn’t it?” Master Brad knees me in the balls.

KICK. KICK.

I bounce from the force of his kicks. My cock drips.

“Don’t worry. Just two more hours for Jake. He hasn’t slept since we got him on Saturday so he’s due for a rest. You will be beaten all night on camera. In the morning, we’ll livestream you both in a pain competition series.”

KICK.

Fuck. This whole thing was starting to sound really hot and fun. Watching Jake suffer as well as he has was giving me more respect for him than I initially anticipated. Made me want to strive for me. To be an even more daring pain toy. I wanted to out do him. I’m older. Taller. More muscular. With age should come experience. I didn’t want this twenty-something year old take torture better than me. Game on.

Our Masters undid his straight jacket and led him to the Sybian. His wrists were crossed behind his back and bound tight with belts. Similar to how they did to me, they stuffed him with a tall dildo on the machine and made him ride it for the remainder of his two hours, whipping him with a single tail all the while. 

His body now freed from the straight jacket and his torso manipulated as it was, I noticed Jake was really toned. He has great abs, a decent chest, and a cute ass. I see why my Masters took him on. Gorgeous kid.

They treated him like me, trying to trick him into cumming.

“Don’t do it, Slave.” Master Tom jerked Jake off furiously while Master Brad  manipulated the Sybian. Revving up his ass, making him squirm. Jake bites his gag and breathes deeply. Precum flows freely from his cockhead.

BEEP. BEEP. The timer goes off.

“Well done, Jake. That cunt is magic.” Master Brad kisses Jake. moves him over to the leather bench.

Master Tom sets up a camera on me. Lights the scene just right. I get horny. I need my Masters’ attention. 

Jake gets his ass beat up by Master Brad on the bench. He cums in the boy quickly while Master Tom adjusts my bondage. Unbuttons my shirt to reveal my abs to the audience. 

Master Brad cums. Slaps Jake playfully.

Jake is locked in a low cage, a more comfortable muzzle placed over his face while he “rests.” I notice him watching me, fighting to not touch himself as my body is displayed pornographically.

Our Masters focus on me now. The camera switches on. Okay. Let’s make some porn.