Alter story

- Hey, bitch! - the woman called.

- Yes, Mistress, - Nicky responded without opening his eyes, still smiling.

- Release my leg, let me get up! - Master snapped and slightly pushed Nicky with his leg, trying to get him off. Nicky thought that there was no way he was going to release him! But the thought quickly disappeared. After that, he moved backwards, with only his hands left on the lap.

- I need to fucking get up! Just stand still, with your hands away from the floor!

Nicky got dizzy by changing the position. Once again, he felt the fever, his shivering, and, of course, the pain. Although, his arousal still persisted, his member was still erect, ready to engorge even more with the right conditions. Nicky moved his hands on the arm of the chair, and sat like that with his head on his arms. Finally, Master got up, and came up to the mattress, he had previously brought near Mistress’ armchair, so he could move it closer.

- Crawl to me, bitch! - ordered Mistress, so Nicky recollected himself, turned around and began moving to the mattress. Puzzled, he stopped before it. - What are you looking at, get on it. It’s much warmer, obviously, get on your knees in front of me, closer!

It was a bliss to get on the soft and warm mattress, that didn’t sting him with cold, like this concrete floor.

- Aren’t you grateful? - asked the woman.

- Yes, Mistress, I am, thank you! - he repeated.

- Does the horny slut feel agitated again?

After these words, his cheeks began burning red.

- Go on, make me feel good as well! I won’t bind your hands, I won’t put any spreaders into your mouth, - the woman reached forward and took the crop from the table and raised Nicky’s head, - I won’t subject you to the pain so bad you won’t be able to shut your mouth. You will do it all by yourself! Do you agree, baby boy? - her voice was enchanting.

- Yes, Mistress. I will be happy to do it for you, - that wasn't a lie, he even wanted it himself, it was unlike his first fellatio, nobody was going to shove anything in his throat, so he couldn't breathe, Mistress or not, she still was a woman. He really wasn't forced to do it, there was no pressure, nobody tied him up. He could think so because of the easiness still in his head. The woman passed him a pack of wet wipes, he wiped his hands, cleaned as best as he could his face and lips. He put them on the mat beside him. The woman sat on the edge of the armchair, spread her legs, raised her skirt, presenting the elastic bands of her openwork stockings, her lace panties and her inner thighs. Nicky’s lips trembled. He didn't know what to do next. Should he grab the panties and pull them down, ask her to put them off, or just wait? But Mistress decided everything by herself, she raised herself in the armchair, bent graciously, and easily removed her panties. She tilted her head back, shook her hair with her hand stroking her inner thighs. Nicky realized, that it wasn't a flirt, she really wanted it. Obviously, everything that happened in that room aroused her, but even Nicky had already cum, and she had not. He didn’t know where he should have put his hands, as he was afraid that there were not clean enough to touch her. He put them on the mat in front of himself, moved closer, finding himself in front of the flower, raging with heat, breathed in the aroma, that any man would find exhilarating, and Nicky still considered himself as one. He carefully got closer to her lips, kissed them tenderly, trying to make his lips and tongue as soft as possible, stroked the tip of his tongue in the middle. He felt the juices he was licking, swallowed them, then licked again, sucking a little, then releasing, worked with his tongue slowly, then faster, then kissing again. He did his best to make her feel good, he really wanted to prove that he was capable of something more than just “making them mad”. His cock was at hard as it was possible, but he did not dare touching it, too scared to tarnish the moment.  The woman put her hand on Nicky’s head, her breaths got heavier, she pressed him against herself, Nicky felt her orgasm approaching, stroking her clitoris faster and even more tenderly. And then she started shaking, she squeezed his head between her legs, pressed them together, but spread them again shortly after, her body squirmed, convulsing in sweet tremor, her breaths turned into moans, her eyes glazed over, and shortly after, she collapsed in the armchair, pushing Nicky away with her foot, so Nicky fell on the mattress. He noticed her smiling.

- Get my boots off! - her voice did not expose a single hint of the just passed orgasm.

Nicky got on his knees, carefully undoing the zippers on her boots, gently releasing her feet and putting them on the mattress. He left the boots by the armchair. After that, the woman got up, put her panties on, got into the armchair with her legs, lit up a cigarette, took another bottle of water from the table, opened it and began drinking it, the drops were falling from her lips, right into the slit of her neckline. She put the bottle on the table and leaned back in her armchair. Nicky stood on his knees on his mat, consuming her with his eyes, she didn’t even notice that, and if she did, he would’ve probably be punished for that, but she seemingly didn’t care. Nicky smiled to himself, and as horrible as it might sound, he was proud for himself.

 

Master got behind Nicky and pushed him in his back with his foot, unexpecting bitch crashed its face to the mat with a delayed scream.

- Let’s get a taste of you from behind! - his Master's intentions were clear as day. Inevitably, Master moved closer to him. Nicky tried to evade the tenacious arms by getting on his knees and crawling forward, but there was no where he could escape, so the bitch got caught in no time by its ankle. Master pulled him closer, getting on top of him, preventing Nicky’s movement. Nicky tried to escape, to push Master away with his weak arms, and, to be honest, he had no strength to resist in the first place.

- Calm down, you stubborn hole! I’m doing it anyway! - Master was already unzipping his pants, spreading Nicky's legs, and got into butthole with his thumb, without moving his hand away from Nicky’s butt cheek.

Nicky began whimpering, he was afraid, once again he was being raped. He wanted to shout something like: “please, Master, don't” but Master already got his fingers into Nicky's mouth, Nicky grabbed Master’s hand with both of his arms, trying to pull it out of his mouth, but obviously, even with both of his hands it wasn't enough. Nicky slowly began panicking, the thumb slipped out of his butthole, and something hard and much larger than the thumb pressed against his anus. Everything was happening way too quickly. Nicky evaluated the situation, moved his hands to his butt, trying to prevent the penetration, but his Master quickly intercepted him by grabbing both of them with his hands, pinning them to the bitch's chest, put his arm around him, pressing his body against Nicky’s. Nicky was left helpless. A few moments later, with a swift move, Master shoved his dick balls deep into Nicky. Nicky groaned in pain, so bad, he had never experienced before. He tried to bite the hand that was around him, but once again, his tormentor was much faster than him and grabbed Nicky's throat with his other hand, so now, Nicky’s neck was squeezed in his Master's elbow bend. That was it. Now he could do absolutely nothing, tears streamed from his eyes. His Master fucked him with steady jolts, his every move resonated with pain across Nicky's whole body. Master was abrupt and harsh, without even a hint of mercy or tenderness. Painful, painful, painful! The single thought was spinning in Nicky’s mind. He left his attempts of escape and went limp in his Master’s firm arms, that continued his movements. The bitch even felt hot, finally he warmed up, a mockful thought ran through his mind. Suddenly, the arm, that his Master pressed Nicky against himself, released Nicky’s hands. Immediately, Nicky grabbed the other hand that was on his neck. Meanwhile, with his free hand, Master lifted the bitch by its belly, placing him into the doggy position. Nicky quickly assessed the situation, and got his arms in front of him, in order not to be choked. A moment later, he felt his Master leaning on the floor with his one hand and grabbing his half-erect dick with his other one, and accompanied by the rhythm of his pumps, started slightly jerking him off without too much tenderness. Nicky couldn’t pin down the moment when the pain stopped being so sharp, when it subsided, even turned into some odd pleasure. He, along with his Master, felt his dick filling with blood, and by some extraordinary feeling, as if with his sixth sense, he assumed that if he relaxed his muscles there, he could completely minimize the pain, and so he tried doing that.

-Bitch! - his called was accompanied with a loud slap on his butt. - I see that you enjoy that! Ask me not to stop! Admit that you are a horny slut, a dirty whore, that your ass was made for fucking! Come on, - and another slap cut through the silence of the dark bunker. With each slap, Nicky’s anal muscles frantically contracted. But the only response the young man got was quiet sobs, which made him lose his temper, and with a single harsh move, he grabbed the bitch’s back of the head and slammed his face to the floor.

I demand to hear... I demand to know, that my dick brings you pain, - and another, much more powerful slap on his poor butt, his hole contracted once again, hugging his Master’s member even harder. - Pain and pleasure, bitch, go on, answer, - and he forcefully pressed on his thin neck. - I’m waiting! - and with tremendous force, he slammed his cock deep in the bitch’s ass, ramming Nicky's cheeks with his hips.

- Aaah! - Nicky screamed at the top of his lungs from the pain, he was seeing stars. He cried, screamed and thrashed on his Master's cock, fully understanding that there was no escape from his arms, no escape from the hard cock he was impaled by. But still, deep in his soul, he agreed that his Master was right. In a second, he will have his neck snapped, he will snap it, and Nicky will die, impaled on his cock, like a butterfly on a needle.

- Yes, yes! Master! I admit, I am a dirty slut! And it hurts! But don’t stop! - Nicky cried in hysteria. - Because I like it!

Master wound Nicky’s hair on his fist, and pulled him upwards, after that he began fucking him, picking up an incredible tempo, moving like a jackhammer in the remnants of the bitch’s womb. He would take a pause, choosing a more measured pace, picking various angles, then he would get faster again. There was no end to it. The pain came back entirely. Nicky felt passing out, but this time it was not because he was cumming. He felt warm streams running down his knees. Blood! Master's breath became heavy, Nicky realized that he was about to cum, he left Nicky’s hair, and painfully squeezed Nicky by grabbing his hips so hard, that Nicky bent with his spine upwards. Master froze, subtly moaned and came a second after, pumping his bitch’s guts with cum. He pulled his dick out, wiped it with Nicky’s butt cheeks and released him. The exhausted bitch collapsed on the mattress. Master wiped the sweat off his face, got up and moved to the armchair. He sat down and lit a cigarette. The woman, who observed the whole scene, applauded.

Nicky kept on lying in the same position he collapsed, he had no strength to move, to curl himself up. His eyes were blank, no more tears came out of his eyes, his body was shaking, and his still hurt gaping asshole was pumping out blood mixed with his Master’s cum.

 

But they didn’t leave him rest for long, and shortly after, his Master walked up to him, turned his head around, so he faced the ceiling with his blank stare.

- Hey! Bitch! - he called. But Nicky ignored, or had no strength to answer. His Master was displeased with his reaction, so he began methodically slapping him on his cheeks trying to bring him around. Nicky’s glance cleared up, he shuffled, protecting his face with his hands, and began weeping, bitterly and desperately. The weed and the thing he was given to sniff in order to get the vibrator out finally withered out. He felt inexpressibly bad. Images of the passed long day were running through his mind, and he felt disgusted for his subservience, for his blissful reaction as he lied on his Master's lap, for cumming by their hands, he just hated himself. Although, his Master quickly returned him to reality. He noticed the bitch coming to its senses, he rolled him on his back, interlocking his arms together, and after that he jerked him by his hair and led him to the hook, hanging from the ceiling. The bitch’s legs were unruly. Master bent him over, attached the chained arms to the hook, and then the hook began rising upwards, twisting Nicky’s arms, accompanied by his screams. Once again, Nicky found himself in a terrible predicament with no escape. He was exhausted, and from time to time, he shifted his balance to his arms, groaning in pain afterwards.

- Alright, bitch! Now we're going to screw you together, in both of your holes at once! - the woman got closer, lifted her skirt, and he saw a huge anatomically accurate rubber cock, much larger than his Master's.

- Do you like it? - the woman shook her hips, and the strap-on swayed right in front of the baffled bitch's face. Nicky frantically gasped. “If my Master ripped me, what will that thing do to me, - he thought in terror, - it will just tear me apart!”

- Please don’t, Mistress! I’m asking you! No more, I beg you! I can’t! It's too big!

Put they found no interest in his pleas.

- Oh, it's not even a big one. Pretty much average! Open up, you dirty cocksucker! - Mistress said by grabbing him by his hair, she drew him closer to the shiny head of the artificial cock.

Without much of a choice, Nicky obeyed. He parted his lips and took the head in, lubing it with his saliva, licking with his tongue. It was obviously too big for him. He tried to take in as much as he could, but he was doing a poor job. The woman assisted him, she impaled Nicky’s head with all her might, he immediately started choking, the dick didn't even get by a quarter through his ruined throat. He felt another wave of pain, his knees felt week, but he managed to continue standing, he raised his eyes full of tears and desperation at the woman, there was no other way for him left to ask. The cock left the bitch’s mouth with a slurping sound.

- How dare you look me in the eyes? - she asked calmly and menacingly. She didn't wait for the answer and started slapping Nicky's cheeks, without much force but her slaps were constant. At first, Nicky tried to overcome it, he gritted his teeth, but she did not stop. Nicky foresaw every upcoming slap, but he was unable to evade or block it, he cowered, it virtually became torturous, and shortly after, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

- I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! - once again, his tears ran in a never-ending stream. Mistress liked it, she smiled and raised her hand for anther slap, and noted with pleasure how the bitch jolted in terror, slipped on the floor and hung by its arms, she lowered her arm and carelessly stroke his cheek.

- Lick it thoroughly, through and out, if you can’t swallow it. It will be your lube! Although, there’s still cum and blood in your fuck-hole, - she ordered. So Nicky began licking the cock lengthwise, rubbing it with his tongue, taking in as much as he could with his mouth, trying to smear it with his saliva. At that moment, Master got behind him and without much foreplay, sticked his two fingers in the bitch's ass, massaged a little, took them out, and then three fingers fucked the tormented hole. Stretching it, getting deeper and deeper. Although, it didn’t last too long. Soon, Master's fingers left his hole, and he stood beside the woman, that backed a little, making room for the man.

- Will you suck me? - he asked as if it was some casual to ask, wiping his fingers dirty with his cum and Nicky’s blood over the bitch's face. - And you better do your best, since you still have to work for the water, I generously provided you with, - and after he was sure that his fingers were clean, he started unzipping his pants, releasing his erected member. Meanwhile, the woman got behind Nicky. She stroked his butt with her device, and made him spread his legs with a kick.

- Begin! This time do it yourself! - and Master moved his hips to his captive's mouth. Nicky obediently took his Master’s cock in his mouth, sucking it in, shifting from one side of his mouth to another, and felt it swelling. He squeezed it with his lips, caressed the glans with his tongue, and then, he pushed it out of his mouth and began licking Master’s lower abdomen. Master obviously enjoyed what the bitch was doing, his cock grew bigger and harder. Nicky pulled himself away and once again began licking the shaft, rubbing it along from the base with his tongue, and by sucking on the glans, he made slow movements up and down, according to his Mistress’ advice, trying to take in as much as he could without touching it with his teeth, He curbed his retching, if the cock was too deep in his throat, by letting it out, doing a few breaths, and then again catching it with his lips. He was afraid of two things: that his Master would consider him doing a poor job, and once again he will simply fuck his mouth, like it was at the first time, and that his Mistress will tear his ass with her monstrous dildo, so Nicky in pain could bite his Master’s cock. And he couldn’t imagine what would happen afterwards. So finally, it was the moment when the woman put her hands on his hips, and Nicky felt the cold dildo with his anus, he cowered, sobbed and pushed Master’s cock out of his mouth, did a deep breath to prepare himself. But his Master held him in place, shoving his dick to its fullest. The bitch choked. Why?! He thought, what are you doing it for?! Bu there was no time to contemplate. Mistress forcefully pushed the dildo in Nicky’s ass, shoving it halfway deep, and Nicky felt the pain so extreme, that everything went dark for him, he was once again ready to faint, trying his best not to close his teeth, he went limp, hanging by his hands. Master got his cock out of his slave’s throat, and held him with one of his arms by his jaw, so that he won’t completely twist his arms on the chain, slightly slapping him on his cheeks to bring him around with his other hand. The woman behind Nicky stayed sill, waiting.

- Don’t you go away now! You must fully feel everything! If you faint, we’ll inject you with something, good thing we have a huge selection with what, so you wouldn’t hide in your dreams from us, - Master said.

Nicky came to his senses, jolted his head to return to reality, although, he heard his Master's voice as if it came through a thick wall, but he got what he said, and he didn’t want to be high on some stimulants.

- It’s so painful... - he complained quietly. His tears rolled down his cheeks on his Master's hand.

- It must be, pain is a part of you now, - the young man said and removed his hand, and at that moment, the woman began moving, shoving in her device at his full length, Nicky screamed, and in his turn, Master inserted his dick in Nicky’s opened mouth.

Now the real torture began, as he was harmoniously fucked by the two, their amplitude was well-adjusted and they firmly held on to their tempo. Mistress’ monstrous cock rammed Nicky’s hole, she tore him once again, and his blood became additional lube, her every move brought more pain, she started slowly at first, so Nicky could feel the size of the dildo. She would shove it to its length, hitting Nicky’s butt with a crop, then she would completely pull it out. But she quickly got bored of it, so now she was just fucking his torn ass, directing the cock upwards, then downwards, then sidewards. Her movements were strong and sharp, she tried to make it as painful as she could, getting off by the sounds of screams and cries. But it wasn't the only Nicky’s problem, on his other side, he was also rammed by his Master's member, from time to time they would stop moving with their cocks deep in Nicky’s holes, and in these moments, Nicky felt being spit-roasted. He just hung on both fucking rods, thinking that they will pierce him all the way through and meet each other like a loving couple in his ruined body. He began the pain itself. In one sheer, screaming, crying, worn and bloody clot of pain.

The woman let Nicky's hips go, and the bitch hung on her black cock, crying in pain. Mistress moved her hand to her crotch, it seemed as she became aroused and she wanted to help herself. Her movements became a little bit slower, and Master let off Nicky's head and take the bitch by its nipples and began squeezing, pulling and twisting them.

- Push yourself! Fuck yourself, you wasted cum rag!

Nicky obeyed the order, and began swaying, squirming on the hard cocks. Master stood so close, that Nicky had no opportunity to let himself off his dick, but to move between his owners’ bodies.

- Faster! Work it up, you faggot scum!

But he couldn't, by obeying the order he inflicted more pain on himself, his legs had gone limp a long time ago, his arms and ruined asshole were in excruciating pain. He simply didn’t have enough strength, he felt so bad and it was too much for today. But he was doing his best, screaming with every push, crying, hating himself and them, impaling himself sharper with even more strength and pain. They want it, his pain, his tears, don't they? So take it! Nicky was weeping, his jaws were numb, he breathed frantically and heavily, saliva was drooling down to the floor, as well as the blood from his hole. The two dicks kept ramming him, and now he was helping them. The strain was too high, and now his muscles began cramping one by one. Nicky didn’t even immediately notice the woman’s grip on his somehow erected dick, it was slick and moved with ease. Mistress just held his dicklet in her hand, he did the rest by himself by moving back and forward.

Not even two minutes in, they all came nearly at once, the room was filled with the sound of moans, their bodies squirmed in sweet spasms. For a moment, Nicky even forgot about the pain, his Master's cum poured in his mouth, he swallowed, Master let off his nipples and now was pulling his head. Woman didn't help Nicky to finish, but instead, just before the moment, she put her hand on his hips, shoving her cock to its fullest, helping herself with the other hand. Nicky did not need it, as he came by himself, by her moans, by the pain in his ruined asshole, by the taste of cum in his mouth, by his Master's hand on his head. By the feeling of the extremely painful fullness. By the feeling of shame and humiliation. By the absurdity of the whole situation. He came, and once again he was surprised by himself - how did he manage to? After that, the pain returned, all at once, it filled him all through in a second, jolting out the last remains of his strength. The woman pulled the strap-on with the distinctive sound, and Master's cock escaped Nicky’s mouth, they walked away and exhausted collapsed in the armchairs. Nicky hung by his arms, he was leaking from both of his holes, and his own now limp dick, dirty with his blood that his Mistress had used to lube her hand, now oozed with his own cum.

 

His Masters were having a smoke, and his head was free of any sense or thought, just emptiness. He only felt the pain. He would pass out, then come around only to pass out again. His fingers convulsed from time to time, clutching and twisting, as if they were electrocuted. He didn’t even bother to close his mouth, he just stood with his head dangling limp, without noticing his saliva mixed with his Master’s cum drooling down the floor. A few minutes later, he twisted in vomiting spasms, unleashing the water he had previously drank, his saliva mixed with concrete crumbs, his and his Master's semen. The fever and all the things he experienced were so intense, that he thought that he was hallucinating, he heard many unfamiliar voices spinning around him, that discussed his state and chatted about the weather. He saw quick flashes in his eyes, he tried to escape them as if they were punching him, but he had no strength to do it, so every single time they reached their mark, like his Mistress’ slaps. He would cramp in vomiting spasms once again, although he had nothing left to vomit with. He was so scared, there was no one who would have helped him. At some point, he thought that he was going to die, his mind was fading away, and he was in no state to get a grasp of it. He couldn't even notify his Masters that their toy broke that quickly.

 

At that moment, the hook that held him by his arms began descending, easing the strain, and finally, Nicky collapsed on the floor into the puddle of his vomit, blood and cum. He vaguely remembered how Mistress cleaned him with a sponge and warm water, how Master held his head and poured water into his mouth, and Nicky greedily drank it, the water streamed down his lips on the floor. He had his hands freed, and while crying, he tried to move them together, attempting to touch his own face. Mistress anointed his bruises with some kind of salve, paying special attention on his torn asshole. Afterwards, he was put on his legs, and he would surely fall down if his Master hadn’t taken him by his hand, a bit higher his elbow, and then he was led down the corridor. Nicky was constantly stumbling in the darkness and getting himself tangled in the chain of his leash, but his Master held him firmly and led him further. Finally, they arrived at the tiny room, with the single lightbulb, and finally, Nicky was allowed to lie on his mat, that was much thicker and warmer, than the one his Master fucked him on. He remembered as he got scared, noticing a syringe in his Mistress’ hand. But she did it anyway, and he felt better.

- A treatment, - she commented, filling the bowls with water and some kind of food. Nicky was starving, but he had no strength to eat. His collar chain was attached to the brace on the wall, and Master threw him a blanket much warmer than the previous one.

- That’s for the good attitude!

Nicky tucked himself as best as he could, trying to warm up, but he went unconscious even before his Masters left the room, locking the door behind.