Sam's Suffering

I whimper a lot as Sir drags the prongs along my back. 

“Breathe, boy. Holding it in will only make this harder. It’s happening regardless so make the best of it.”

“Pleesh Shir hav mer-she!” I cry through my ball gag.

“No, boy. No mercy for you. You’re too good for that.”

Sir pokes my abs with the prongs. I scream and flinch. No shock.

“Calm yourself, boy. You suffer magnificently and it makes your Sirs proud. You will take this and you will survive to take it again.”

“Nu Shir, Pleeeez!” I hyperventilate.

“You will take two of these for your Sirs. Then you will be whipped, fucked and released. Understand?”

I remain silent.

SLAP.

“This isn’t a negotiation, it’s happening to you regardless! Do you understand?”

“Yesh, Shir.” I whimper.

ZAP!

The payoff comes as I’m answering. My left thigh explodes with sudden pain and I contort my body uncontrollably. It’s awful, but I’m okay.

“One more, boy.”

ZAP!

He evens it out on the other thigh. I bite down hard on my ball gag, glad it’s there for this.

“Well done, Sam! Not as bad as you expected, is it?” He strokes my hair and holds my face.

“No, Shir.” He’s right. I never want to do it again, but it was worse in my mind than in reality. 

“Good Afternoon. How is our pain slut doin?” Sir Brad returns, slamming the door behind him. He changed into a new set of leathers, gray with accents of black. It looked stunning.

“Waiting for you to hurt him.” Sir Tom hands Sir Brad the cattle prod. I scream into my gag.

Sir Tom plays with my hair and looks me in the eye. “I told you you would take two for your Sirs. You took two from me, now you will take two from Sir Brad.”

“The slave looks incredible suspended. I want to fuck him like this.”

I get somewhat hard, still anticipating the–

ZAP!

Sir Brad prods me on both ass cheeks at the same time.

Sir Tom laughs as I fight my bonds.

“One more for me boy and then you’ll get your Sirs cocks in ya.”

Sir Brad drags the prod along my chest and abs, hanging exposed below me. It tickles and I make unusual noises through my gag.

“Cute. Boy can take a whipping for days but this makes him cry like a bitch.”

ZAP!

It’s over. My abs get the last hit.

I am lowered slightly, my body now at Sirs’ groin height, which is still pretty high for these men. My ball gag is swapped out for a ring gag.

“Here’s your reward boy. One last pleasure before your final punishment.”

Sir Tom takes hold of my head, bringing it close to his crotch. I take the moment in, smelling his leathers, sticking my tongue through the ring to taste his pants.

“Take your time, boy. You’ve still got a while to go. The sooner we cum, the longer your final torment will last.” 

I taste his leathers hungrily. They’ve starved me all day and I’m beginning to feel the effects. 

Tick Tick. 

“UNNGHHH FUCK!”

I grunt into Sir Tom’s leather clad crotch as Sir Brad canes my ass from behind.

“The sounds he makes when we hurt him really get my juices flowing,” Sir Brad states as he continues to cane me. 

I focus on stroking Sir Tom’s cock through his pants with my tongue. I feel him hardening, bursting through his pants with every lick.

WHACK

“FUCK!”

Sir Tom slaps my hard cock with a crop. I don’t see it coming. I lick Sir Tom’s belt, trying to undo it with my tongue.

WHACK

He hits my cock again.

“He gets harder when you do that, Tom. His cock oozes more when we hurt him.” Sir Brad fingers my hole as he speaks to Sir Tom. “I think we should get on with it. But first…”

Sir Tom presses my face into his pants while Sir Brad eats my ass. I moan.

“ His hole is so fucked,” Sir Brad explains, “It’s gonna take him weeks to recover from what we did to it. “ 

Sir Tom continues to whip my cock while Sir Brad prepares my ass. The juxtaposition of pain and pleasure while bound like this turns me on greatly. I leak. 

Finally, the Sirs undo their pants and take me. 

“Open up, slave.” Sir Tom shoves his long uncut cock through my ring gag while Sir Brad takes me from behind. I don’t get to see it, but I feel all eight inches of it through my guts.

“His muscles look so good like this, don’t they ,Tom? His ass bounces with each thrust.”

“His chest struggles against the rope too, Sir Brad. They bounce when I fuck his face. Makes me want to…”

I gag and struggle as they fuck me harder. It feels like an eternity but they constantly vocalize their enjoyment of my suffering, smacking me around as they have their way with me. 

“NNNGH FUCK! CAN I COM SHIRS?!” I scream into Sir Tom’s cock.

“Yes, Boy.” Sir Tom affirms.

“Cum while we destroy your insides.”

I explode my load into the ground below me, taking every thrust my Sirs have for me. They continue to fuck me for a good while afterward before…

“I’m gonna cum, Tom!”

“Me too. Fuck!”

They both bust their nuts inside me at the same time. I dunno if they’ve done this before but they seemed to achieve this feat that I’m proud to accept, choking on Sir Tom’s load as it travels down my throat to meet my other Dom’s load.

As everyone comes down from all the energy they exerted, I am lowered to the ground. My bindings released, my limbs are carefully exercised. I scream in pain.

“Easy boy. You were up there a very long time.” Sir Tom talks to me as they massage my limbs, moving blood back into them. 

“You have one more hour, Sam. You will endure it and then your weekend of suffering will be over,” Sir Brad lifts me to my feet.

“Yes, Sirs.” I am slapped back into my red ball gag. My wrists are bound by thick leather restraints. They are tied off with rope and lifted above my head. A pulley lifts me up by my wrists into the air, my body weight supported only by my wrists. I bite down on my gag. Weights are attached to my balls to make my predicament even worse.

“I love to see a slave this beautiful suffer from the weight of his own muscles, don’t you?” Sir Brad asks Sir Tom. 

“He could suffer more though. This is the finale and the pleasure is all over.” Sir Tom grabs various whips from the wall. Bullwhips, floggers, cat o’ nine tails, etc. I taste each of them as they have their fun. 

It’s a grueling hour. My wrists feeling worse than anything else. I remind myself in my head that this is the finish line. I was tortured for two days, non-stop, and I survived. All I needed to do was endure a few more lashings. 

“It is eight fify-nine. Make these last lashings count,” Sir Tom states. They give me each one extra hard lashing each and the timer goes off. Nine pm. They come up to my body and stroke me. 

“Well done, Slave Sam. Thank you for this weekend.” Sir Brad licks my whipped torso and I scream. 

Sir Tom lowers my body and my restraints are removed. I am rewarded with water and hugs.

“Sam?” Sir Tom inquires.

“Hm?”

Sir Tom kisses my gagged face one more time before removing it.

“That was my favorite session as a Dom I’ve ever had. Thank you for enduring that.”

“Thank you, Sirs. It was everything I needed and I look forward to being tortured by you again.”

They laugh.

“Sam, as I mentioned before, we have a party coming in two weeks. Would you join us as our slave? The session would be one evening, but even more intense as you suffer at the hands of all our friends.”

“It would be my honor, Sirs. But do I have to wait two weeks for more?”

They laugh.

“I am busy next weekend, Sam.” Sir Tom hands me my ball gag. “But keep this. You’ve earned it and please bring it to every session.”

“I can provide a Saturday session, Sam.” Sir Brad pinches my nipple as he speaks to me. “I will prepare you for what will come the night of the party.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Sir Brad makes out with me, passionately. “I’ll see you at my dungeon next Saturday, Nine am.

I dress in my jock,  pants, boots and belt, having to leave shirtless and head for the door. Before I step outside, Sir Brad leaves me with one final thing.

“Sam. If you enjoyed this weekend, you are a true masochist.  We intend to show you pain  you never imagined you would face. You will never be harmed, but you will suffer. Can’t wait to see how you hold up when there is no pleasure in the session to lean on.