Sam's Suffering

I lean on my Masters as they lead my exhausted body along a deep corridor. Open doors reveal private chambers where horny Doms torture and fuck there slaves in private. Leather, latex, rope, wax, whips, you name it. 

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Please, Sir, Mercy!”

“Bite down on this lazy dog!”

SLASH

As tired as I am, these sounds, these exchanges turn me on. Remind me that I’m not alone. That it’s an honor to suffer for these men. To make them cum. No matter what they need to do to me to achieve it. 

We arrive in the final chamber, where well over a dozen men await my service. They cat call me once again, waving their paper tickets in hand. 

Both a sling and a sofa, black leather upholstered and long enough to fuck a tall man on, are the only items in the moodily lit chamber, save for a wall of whips, electro gear and gags. 

Master Tom offers me a sip of water.

“A little at a time. Stretch out now, Slave.”

I do as I am told.

“Permission to ask a question or two, Masters?”

“Go ahead, Slave.” Master Brad massages my body lightly.

“How many Sirs paid for this?”

Master Brad counts the bills. “Eighteen. So with set ups and exchanges, you’ll be fucked in here for maybe…four hours?”

“Yes, Masters. And how will this work?” I ask.

Master Tom opens the door, calling the first guy in, gripping his ass as he passes. “Hey Jacob.”

Jacob is an unassuming guy. Dressed in jeans, riding boots, and a Biker Jacket. A thin guy with a dark side.

“This is Jacob, Slave. He, and every following participant will have ten minutes in private with you. He will dictate whether he wants you bound to the sling, tied to the couch, or any other request. He will hurt you and fuck you and you will make him cum.”

Master Brad chimes in, “As mentioned earlier, should you fail to make them cum, we will refund them their ticket price and you will be gifted to them for a weekend to rectify that mistake.”

“You will also be punished at home for an hour per failure when you come home on Monday.”

“Understood, Masters.” I look forward with pride. Master Tom straps my black ball gag between my teeth.

“Jacob. How do you want him?”

Sir Jacob has me strapped into the sling. My Masters leave us. Sir Jacob grabs a few items from the wall. He takes me by the hips and fingers me.

“NNGH, FUHCK!” I’m wide open but still sensitive. 

“Good boy!” 

A violent wand with a globed glass end forces its way into my hole. He switches it on and I grumble into my gag. Harden.

“You fucking disgust me. That was supposed to hurt ya.” He grins.

“Sorry, Shir!” I respond.

“You will be.”

He fucks me long and good with the wand. My eyes roll back. Cock drips. Sir Jacob plays with his cock, building in intensity as he fucks me harder with the toy. 

I struggle against my restraints. I do not wish to be free, but I cannot help but fight his assault. 

“God, Shir, Imma cum! Please stop” I plead. I have to take so many loads and I don’t want to cum just yet. 

“Oh fuck yeah, Slave!” Sir Jacob fires his load onto my chest.

He shuts the wand off as he catches his breath. My Masters return as Sir Jacob licks his load off my body. He thumbs up my Masters as he leaves.

The next few men keep me in the sling as they fuck me, cum in me, and smack me around.

The Sixth, or seventh guy enters. Hard to keep track. Javier. A slender guy with a great beard and an even better cock. He has me moved to the couch, bound with rope as it’s converted to a bed. 

Javier spends more than half of the session whipping me. Hard. I whimper into my gag as me pre reddened flesh is beaten.

“You suffer so well, kid. But I better get on with it.”

Javier’s curved dick penetrates me deeply. He holds my hips firmly as he fucks me passionately. I sweat. His cock feels amazing. 

SLAP.

I’m smacked in the face. 

“You’re enjoying this too much, fucker.” His cock slides against my prostate as he fucks me with an incredible rythmn. 

“FUCK!” I nearly cum, but he stops. He hits my balls with the flat of his hand and my cock shrivels. 

He returns to fucking me. I get nervous. This session has felt so long. The door opens just as Javier cums in me. He shudders as Master Tom leads him out.

“You okay, Slave? He’s a mean one normally.” Master Brad asks.

I nod. Master Brad kisses me as the next guy enters.

Tyler.Young,  blonde, lumberjack build. His well built torse clings to his slightly unbuttoned flannel tucked into his jeans.  He’s beautiful.

Tyler wants me on the couch as well. However, he wants my arms bound tight to my chest with thick belts and my hands behind my back.  He does it himself, not needing my Masters to do the rigging for him. 

We are left alone. 

Tyler drops his pants revealing his fat, uncut cock. He sits on the upright couch, taking a heavy paddle in his right hand and points at his cock with it.

“Make me cum, Sam.”

He smacks my ass. I groan, overly horned up and attracted to this Dom. I sit on his cock and do what I do best. I ride him. I moan uncontrollably. His cock feels even better than Javier’s better than any guys today. Maybe better than my Masters! Fuck. 

“I can’t feel shit, boy. Your loose cunt sucks.”

“Shorry, Shir!” I squeeze my hole around him. 

“Better.” He paddles me harder. I begin to fall forward, finding it hard to stay balanced. Tyler takes the opportunity to suck on my nipple. I whimper.

“You like that shit, don’t you? That cock feels good?”

“MMhmm!” 

He licks my neck. My blood is steaming. I ride him harder, squeezing tighter. Fuck everything else, I want to empty Tyler’s balls and keep riding him. 

“You gotta do better than that, you little bitch boy.”

Tyler stands up, holding me up and forcing my back against the wall. He grips my throat in his left hand as he chews on my nipple and tears my ass apart.

“Nngh! Fuck!” I scream into my gag as I convulse with an earth shattering orgasm.

Tyler laughs at me. “That was all you had? You seemed like such a decent slave on the stage.”

“Shorry, Shir!” I try to catch my breath. 

The door opens. 

“Sounded like a good one!” Master Tom laughs. 

“He failed. I want another.” Tyler asks, I’m kept pinned against the wall as he barters with my Masters over me. 

“We have like ten other guys waiting.” Master Brad reminds him.

“I know. Normally I wouldn’t do this, but I’ll offer a hundred dollars for ten more minutes. Keep it regardless. And the rest of you can watch for all I care.”

The crowd agrees. Master Brad nods. Tyler slides a hundred dollar bill from his wallet to Master Tom and continues where he had me. Many in the crowd pull their phones out to record. 

Tyler smears his hand against his abs to pick up my load and smears it on my face. The crowd laughs. He takes what’s left on his fingers and lubes my hole with it. The clock starts again.

My Masters make out and watch Tyler have me one more time. 

Tyler fucks me just like before. Pinned against the wall and mercilessly pounded. It hurts. And he’s somehow still not maxed out.

He smacks me around and pounds my chest.

“That feel good or hurt?” He asks.

I consider. “Both, Sir!”

He slams me harder towards the wall with his thrusts.

“Have Mershy, Sir!” I cry.

The crowd cheers. “There’s no mercy in ass-fucking!” Someone shouts.

“There’s no mercy in ass-fucking. That’s the rule.” Master Brad affirms.

Ten minutes became twenty minutes. Turns out you can have too much of a good thing. I’m fucked for most of the alloted extra time wanting it to end when suddenly–

“Ugh fuck. Imma Com!” I cum again. Unbelievable. Yet Tyler remains unsatisfied. He continues to beat and fuck me for the remainder of the period before the alarm goes off. 

I’m lowered to the couch and Tyler dresses back up. Master Tom gives him back his dollar.

“We apologize for our Slave’s failure.” Master Brad says.

“It’s cool. He’ll have a whole weekend to fix this. Unless he’s a total fuck up, I’m sure he’ll manage.”

I catch my breath for a moment before the remainder of the guys have me. It goes much smoother from here. Two friends even agree to share me to make up the time. Everyone cums. Everyone except Tyler.

I’ll pay for that. I deserve to pay for it.