Sam's Suffering

Thirty minutes straight. Like Master said I would be punished for thirty minutes at the end of the night, I was. I just didn’t expect it to be so public. Proper training I suppose for next weekend’s festivities. I was made to eat my dinner while suppressing my urge to scream and moan.

We went home and I was made to sleep in a cage. The next morning I was made to service Master in bondage before getting ready for work.

“You will head to Master Tom’s house tonight, you understand?”

“Yes Master Brad.” I straighten my tie as I make my way to the front door.

“Excellent. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Master Brad makes out with me and grabs my ass, playing with the cruel plug in my ass. The one from last night. I go to my car and drive to work.

It was a pretty standard day. Until…

WHIRRRRR.

The toy switches on. This thing must operate via wi-fi. I work through it and it shuts off. For a while. On and off it goes throughout the day.  I consider taking it off, but my submissive instincts kick back in. Master Brad enjoys the thought of me trembling and putting on a facade of being normal at work. I don’t want to fake that.

At five, I leave work and drive on over to Master Tom’s place. Already I’ve noticed a difference in approach between my two Masters. Master Brad prefers to torment me sexually while Master Tom enjoys impact play, difficult bondage, and just making me suffer. I breathe deeply as I pull up, knowing tonight, I will be tortured. I’m hard in my pants thinking about it, gripping my cock. 

I knock and drop to my knees.

The door opens, and Master Tom stands before me. He is dressed down in blue basketball shorts and a wifebeater.

“Evenin’ Slave.”

“Good Evening Master Tom.” I look straight ahead. 

Master Tom lifts my chin up to him. “I missed torturing you, Sam. We’re going to make up for it tonight.”

“Yes Master!”

“But first…” Master Tom tosses me some shorts and a wifebeater. “...we’re going to workout.”

Master Tom had me change in front of him, outside. I fold my work clothes neatly and give them to my Master before he drives us to a gym. We work out together for an hour, as appears to be my routine. Stay fit for my Masters. When we return home, I am fed a healthy meal before being taken down to the dungeon. 

The dungeon is lit with a metal frame in the center, a very long dildo affixed to a metal rod in the center of the frame, the dildo very tapered from a thin tip to a very thick base. It looked painful. Even more worrying was that the dildo looked too high for me to mount. 

Master Tom slowly lowers a large red ball gag in front of me and buckles it tightly in my mouth. 

“Strip to your jock and boots, Slave.” Master whispers to me.

I obey quickly, folding my clothes and placing them neatly beside me.

“One.” He barks.

I assume the position. Back straight, head forward, shoulders down, hands back.

Master leads me to the frame, clearly I’m about to find out how it works. 

He pulls out a remote and presses a button. I groan as the floor below me rises. I’m on a lifting platform. Master rides it up with me and buckles my wrists at the top of the frame. 

“That looks good. Now…”

SMACK

Master smacks my ass.

“I’ve been talking to our Dom friends about you. They tell me they will be torturing your beautiful cunt this weekend. I decided to do you a favor and train you for that.

“Fank you, Master.” I drool.

Master Tom lubes up the dildo behind me generously as well as my hole before dipping the tip inside, lifting me on top so it sits perfectly vertical beneath me. I squat on the toy, fucking myself.

“That won’t be necessary, Slave.” Master grins.

He presses the remote again and the platform lowers. I groan. Gravity forces to cock into me, the tapered shape making it even more impossible to resist. It hurts my hole, forcefully stretching me and making me hard and drip as it slides across my prostate. 

I stand on my toes, trying to slow my ascent. The platform stops halfway and Master Tom watches me struggle. 

After what feels like an hour, my calves begin to really struggle. My abs sweat profusely and Master licks me there, enjoying the smell and taste of my musk.

“Ugh, I love to see you tremble.” Master Tom steps off the platform and grabs a bullwhip.

SLASH.

Master tortures me for hours. Lowering the platform further right before I’m about to get used to the feeling my ass is dealing with, he makes it harder. Master Tom is a professional at reading me. My body. How it reacts to stimuli. I’m exhausted from everything Master throws at me, but I’m loving every second.

“Oh, Sam. You were born for this life. I cannot wait to see what our friends do to you. Your body will be defiled, and it will be recorded for everyone in attendance to take home.”

My eyes bulge at this news.

“Didn’t we tell you? Well, you have no right to deny this. Not anymore.”

“Yesh Mashter. HNGH!”

Master lowers  the platform to the ground. The Dildo is fully impaled in my cunt. My belly bulges from the invasion and Master licks me once again.

“Beautiful. Very proud of you, Slave.”

“Fank You, Mashter Tom!”

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Hm?!”

Master kisses me, and then slaps me.

“Need to make sure your ass remains open. Friday will be here before you know it.” Master Tom leaves me. I stare at the camera pointed at me where he will certainly be watching me as he sleeps comfortably in his bed. 

It is a loooong night, but I survive.