Alter story

He had no idea how many days passed like this, but eventually, his Masters allowed him some rest. They didn't bother him for a few days. He remained in his room, allowed to sleep for as long as he pleased, Gero would bring him food, water and also a jar of Mistress's salve, so Nicky could treat his bruises and wounds, his arms and asshole were also free of any devices. The guy was silent, as usual, and Nicky tried to speak with him, but he wouldn't answer. When it was time, Master led Nicky to shower, where the bitch freshen itself up. Then, Mistress gave him a purse with makeup tools and a bag with clothes, and Nicky returned to his room.

All the clothes were black. Leather jackboots with heels and laces strictly held his legs up to his knees, stockings with laces sticked upwards to his hips in a pattern as if they were tongues of black flame, coming out of his boots. Next were a pair of peculiar tiny latex shorts, with laces on hips and a zipper in the back, enabling access to Nicky's hole without removing them. The top was a tight vest, it was obvious that it was made just for him. Dense fabric with an additional layer, sewn-in belts, on which it would fasten, enveloping Nicky's torso, some rings were attached from the outside. It took a while for Nicky to understand that their purpose was for easy fixation and suspension. Black leather belts on the ankles of the boots, some on his hips, his wrists, and a above the bend of his elbows, all of them were without locks with rings in them. Black fingerless gloves on his hands, black nails, his hair were pulled in a ponytail, only a few strands fell on his made-up pretty face. Eyes lined with long arrows from the upper and lower eyelids, eyelashes, a bit of shadows, red lips. An hour and a half later, he was on his knees on the mat, listening to his Mistress.

- We've decided that you've got quite experienced and today your obedience and your skills are going to be demonstrated to their fullest, no matter how difficult it will be for you. Do you understand, bitch?

- Yes, Mistress, - Nicky said obediently, wondering about the things his Masters got in store for him.

The woman changed the collar, the iron one fell on the map with a thud jingle, Nicky wanted to touch his neck, but he remained still, as he was trained to ignore his desires. The new one was lighter, barely noticeable. Black, leather, on a buckle, with rings and a chain.

- Head up, grab your hair with one hand and raise it, so it won’t get in my way.

Nicky obeyed the order, looking at his knees, not daring to lift up his eyes. A blindfold landed on his eyes, velvet from the inner side, the woman locked it from behind, and now Nicky lost one of his sensory organs.

- Release. Get on your butt, bend your knees in the front.

After that, the woman clicked small carbines, interlocking the hands, the legs and the collar with a chain. Now the bitch couldn't stand up straight, but the length of the chain was enough to move on his fours.

- Follow! - the woman ordered, and Nicky hurried on his fours behind her. It didn't hurt him, as the boots protected the stockings from occasional ruptures, and the gloves - from small pebbles. It was pleasant news for Nicky, as he couldn't see where he was going and where he was about to put his hands or legs.

Soon enough, he started hearing voices, which got increasingly louder, as they were moving, and some time later, they entered the familiar hall, Nicky understood that, thanks to the acoustics, it was obvious that there was more than one person in here. They stopped and the woman ordered him to sit. Nicky got on his knees beside his Mistress, like a good puppy. The woman released the leash. The voices went silent. His fingers were shaking, and surely, his lips were as pale as death beneath the lipstick. Nicky had already understood that they had guests, but he was afraid of what it meant. And all the suggestions were in pitch-black tones, just like his clothing.

- Gentlemen, I'd like to present you a wonderful toy. It is obedient, beautiful, well-trained and it will try to hold your attention by any means. Enjoy! - exclaimed the woman and removed the blindfold from Nicky's face, whispering in his ear: - Look.

Nicky raised his eyes, blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and looked around the hall. It has drastically changed in a couple of days, there a few white leather couches, tables on wheels with various foods and luxurious alcohol, on one of them was loaded with a hefty pile of powder. In front of the couches there were whole three large plasma TVs. There was a round bed between the TVs and the couches, white leather as well. A bit further, there were tables and stands with good variety of toys devices, like on some kind of exhibition. Much light. There were people on the couches, six, counted Nicky. All of them were wearing expensive suits, some of them were holding glasses, some were having a smoke, some stretched their ties. Nicky was being devoured by their assessing eyes. He gulped nervously, his throat went dry.

At that moment, Master entered the room, he was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of cargo shirts, as indecently simple as that, he walked across the room, opened a bottle of beer, and sat on the edge of the sofa.

- So, how's the dessert, gentlemen? - he inquired, without breaking line of sight off kneeling Nicky, who thought that Master noticed his shivering and fear in his eyes.

- Wonderful.

- Nice.

- Pretty toy.

- Let's see what it's capable of.

The men's answers varied.

- To me! - a dominant voice, that cut over all the other at once. Everyone, including Master and Nicky looked at the speaker. A man full of willpower in his eyes, well-toned body, a half-unbuttoned shirt with rolled-up sleeves, his jacket had been removed long ago. Nicky understood, that the order was addressed to him, but he wasn't so quick to follow. Firstly, he was afraid and honestly, he didn't want to go, and secondly, the foreign man was a nobody to him, thus, Nicky will obey only to his Masters' orders. Nicky looked at his Master, although he wasn't allowed to, but they also didn't forbid that, Mistress told him to look, so he was looking. Directly in his Master's eyes, trying to make out what he should be doing. The bitch hesitated, and Master was smiling.

Crawl over here, you slut! - finally said Master, his smile became significantly wider, traces of triumph were in his eyes, he relished the situation. Nicky got up and moved to his Master. He stopped in front of him, got on his knees. Men were sitting behind him and silently observed.

- Obey and do whatever these people tell you. Each of them should be treated with politeness and called "Master". Do you understand?

Yes, I do, Master, - Nicky didn't care anymore, and lifted his wet eyes to his Master. He was trying not to burst into tears, he must not let them escape his eyes. He expected a hit in the face from his Master, but he was going for that nonetheless. But there was none, Master, who was still smiling, ran his hand on the bitch's face, nearly caressing it, touched its lips with his fingers. It could be considered as a sign of tenderness, extremely rare and long forgotten by Nicky.

- Walk on your fours in front of the Gentlemen, let them touch and evaluate you, - ordered Master, removing his hand.

Nicky stopped hesitating. It didn't matter, if these people were hiring him as a prostitute, buying him permanently, or even got here by a complete accident, tears always make things more difficult. During the time he spent in the bunker, he nearly got pass the point of feeling sorry for himself. Now, the goal was clear, and the only thing he had left was hope. Once again, Nicky got on his fours and slowly moved along the coaches. In the meantime, Mistress walked through the room, grabbed the second bottle of beer, brought by Master, and sat just like him, on the other side of the coach. Thus, the men sat between them, and Nicky started crawling to her. Stopping by every man. Unfamiliar and rough hands began touching all his body, feeling all his precious spots, he wanted to scream and get away from them. Smoke-scented fingers found their way into his mouth, and he sucked on them. His butt was loudly slapped, he barked on demand and kissed hands. In the end, he got to his Mistress and got on his knees.

- So, what do you think? Does this satisfy your expectations? - the woman asked the men.

- He's even more pleasant, than he was on the video, - responded the man who gave Nicky the first order. - Cheers!

And they cheered with their glasses of wine, and his Masters with bottles of beer.

- Let's start! - the woman clapped, and the TVs lit with three images of the room from different angles. The men stared at the screens and began awkwardly looking around.

- This is our guarantee, - said the woman. - I hope you don't mind, and I promise, that should the outcomes be satisfactory, the information will remain classified.

After a brief discussion, the men nodded in agreement. The woman clapped her hands once again, and the room was filled with relaxing music. The fun was about to begin.

At first, the men just drank and ate, seemingly getting in the mood. The woman undid all the chains, and led him to the bed by the leash, ordered to get on it. Nicky got on his fours, facing the sofas. His hands were locked behind him by his wrists and above his elbows, stretched leather strips through his chest, in order to ease the stress on his arms, and pulled it all by the chain upwards. Nicky was shaking, he really was afraid of these people. The woman gagged his mouth, a rubber ball on straps, his legs were fixed on separate edges of the bed. He remained restrained, alone in front of the unpleasant eyes. The woman got back to her place, sat down and lit a cigarette. The men observed the whole scene, and some of them were already hitting the powder.

Finally, one of them, that one guy, got up, stretched and went to Nicky. For another time, he felt Nicky's body, found the zippers hidden in Nicky's vest, and exposed the pierced nipples with a flash. He tugged on them, hit them with his nails, making the rings swing, and then he got to Nicky's butt, without much of a ceremony, he undid the zipper and observed everything that revealed to him, he put his finger against the hole and pushed, Nicky tensed up and didn't let the finger in. The man was satisfied that his asshole was still tight, and of course it was - the butt plugs that his Masters had trained Nicky with for the whole month only stretched him from the inside, the ring itself remained tightly closed. He fastened the zipper and returned to the stands. Soon after, he was slashing Nicky's whole body with a crop, it was painful, but still Nicky was grateful for the Mistress' present, as the clothes absorbed most of the hits. Soon after, two men joined them at the same time. They also thoroughly felt all Nicky's body. At the same time, Master number one attached weights to the bitch's nipples. The bitch silently moaned in its gag, saliva was dripping on the white leather bed in strings.

- Now I'm about to show how to properly fuck scum like you, - Master number one undid the zipper on the trousers. Nicky shook and mumbled into his gag even louder, he didn't want to be fucked by a stranger, and he didn't want their Masters to see. It was nonsense! He was afraid, tears were about to gush out of his eyes, he tried to hold them as hard as he could, but still, it was only the first man was about to fuck him, the only people that had done the same thing to him were now chilling on the sofa with beers in their hands, monitoring the action scene. But nobody cared about his whims, he was only a toy.

The man flopped out his hefty cock right in front of the bitch's mouth, swayed it over its lips, smothering it in saliva. He got behind Nicky, unzipped the shorts and, without no ceremony, gripped him tightly by the hips and went in balls deep. Nicky screamed through the gag, tears burst from his eyes. The people laughed. Obviously, there wasn't enough lube, it went in almost completely dry, and it was extremely painful. Master number one stood still for a while, enjoying the tightness of the hole, pulsating from the pain, and then began moving at maddening pace, beating out all the air from the bitch's lungs, Nicky shut his eyes and bit into the gag. The other two continued groping and stroking his body. He wanted to threw up from all these touches.

Later on, one of them got in front of Nicky's face, removed the gag and ordered to suck, Nicky pulled his mouth over it, and these two continued on fucking him, moving in unison. The third one picked up the crop and began hitting Nicky from all sides. The tears were running down his face, and the blowjob made it impossible to conceal them. The make-up didn't leak along with the tears, prudent Mistress gave him the waterproof cosmetics.

After a while, Master's breathing in the back became heavier, and he began moving even quicker. Nicky realized that he was about to cum, and became excited for such a little thing - the cum he would leave inside would make nice lube and ease the upcoming penetrations. But suddenly, Nicky's expectations were shattered, as right before the man came, he pulled out and came into his now empty glass. He demonstrated it to the bitch and put it on the table behind. Then, he switched places with the guy in the front.

- Lick it clean, - Nicky obediently took the flaccid cock in, it smelled only of his cum, as Nicky's ass was clean, he had thoroughly cleaned it in the shower beforehand, as he realized that it was easier this way, so he was doing it without any reminders. At that moment, the guy who was hitting him with the crop got behind Nicky, and hammered his dick in, no lube. Nicky screamed once again and nearly bit Master number one, but he smartly pulled his dick out of the bitch's mouth, and after a couple of heavy slaps, he left the room for the previous man and returned to the sofa. The fucking continued on, they changed each other, and each one of them carefully came into the glass. The bitch went full circle, it was fucked by seemingly everyone in the room from both sides, occasionally, Nicky would lick two dicks at once, sucking them separately. No one felt sorry for him, no one offered him lube, that i why they all went in dry, then moved to his mouth to get their cocks clean, or to satisfy the ones who recovered. Only Master number two, the one who was the first to fuck Nicky's mouth, still couldn't cum, but he was in no hurry to move to his other hole. Nicky carefully sucked everything he got in his mouth, with equal dedication he licked one dick after another, but he was getting tired and he wanted to drink. Finally, Master number two began moving faster and shoved his prick right into the bitch's throat, holding its head with both of his arms, without allowing him to break free or catch a breath, unleashing what seemed a gush of cum right into Nicky's stomach, everything to the final drop. He released Nicky, and he drew the air in, trying to catch a breath, he felt that a moment longer, and the bitch was about to drop dead, he didn't even care about the dick thrusting his ass. Staggered, Master number two retreated to the couch and collapsed, pouring more vine and grabbing some of the white powder. Soon after, the man who was fucking the bitch from behind followed his example, cumming into the glass. And now, Nicky remained alone, hanging on the ropes, breathing heavily, shaking from head to toe.

The men were discussing something with each other and the Masters. Finally, the woman approached Nicky and shoved a towel to his face, drying it.

- Mistress...  - Mistress, please... - his voice was significantly weaker than before and trembling. - Please... can I get a drink...

- You'll get your drink soon enough, bitch, be patient.

The woman removed the weights from the nipples, unstrapped the legs, then detached the chain, and Nicky collapsed face down the bed, completely unable to move, then, the woman removed the straps and released his arms. She picked up an average size vibrator from the stand and ordered: - Look!

Nicky barely managed to raise his head to the voice. The woman was generously spreading lube on the toy.

Thank you, Mistress, thank you, - he whispered, and a few moments later, he felt the soothing coolness of the lube, as the vibrator was sliding in. The woman turned it on low mode and cane back to the bitch's face. She raised her leg and put it on the bed, a dusty latex boot appeared in front of Nicky's face.

- Clean it!

Without getting up, he supported himself with his arms and began licking the dust from her footwear, he felt sand in his mouth.

- Work it up, cleaner! - she encouraged him. Some time later, she switched the boots, and now they both were clean. Afterwards, she picked a short whip and ordered Nicky to raise his hips. He barely managed to get up and bit his lips, but Mistress' whipping was not as painful as he expected, but instead, the slashes were visually appealing to those, who were observing from the couches. The woman leaned forward and increased the vibration, also unzipping the front part of Nicky's shorts, revealing his member, that had been flaccid throughout the whole event. Mistress caressed Nicky's penis with her hand, kneading it, then she touched his nipples, stroking them with her soft fingers. Nicky was in the situation, when he wasn't restrained by anything, no bondage restricted his movements, and he could easily just shove her hands or even herself away. But for some reason, he didn't want to, maybe it was the effect of weeks of training, but he didn't even think about it, as if some invisible ropes made of her words held him in place.

- Wank yourself, bitch, and enjoy it!

Nicky grabbed his member and began doing his part, slowly at first, but then faster, as Mistress was circling around Nicky, occasionally hitting him with the whip. When she got bored, she squatted in front of him and held out her finger.

- Suck it, - Nicky obediently put it in his mouth and began sucking it, caressing it with his tongue. But he still didn't cum. Actually, he deliberately prevented himself from orgasming, since he wasn't allowed to and didn't want any more punishments, but his patience was running low. The woman tugged his nipples with her other hand, grabbed the remote and increased the vibration, stroke his head, putting the strands of hair that got into Nicky's mouth, stopped her soft palm on his cheek, stroking it. - Look into my eyes, baby.

Nicky raised his eyes, he forgot when was the last time she addressed him like that. Warmth was radiating from her green eyes. And there were only her eyes and the soft palm on his cheek, as for the couches, those full of shit fuckers with white nostrils and red drunken faces, ever-monitoring cameras and everything else were somewhere distant, insignificant. Nicky stopped, with his arm on his dick and tongue on the finger, savoring the moment.

- Mi... shtre... sss, - the woman pulled her finger out of bitch's mouth and began stroking its lips with her finger, outlining the shape.

- Mistress, - Nicky couldn't understand how he managed to say it out so clear and distinctly. But he couldn't mutter anything else. Once again, Nicky hesitated, he was stroked on his head, it was the second time he was praised for today. He was about to cum, from now on, he didn't care about the punishment, he was delaying the moment, just to enjoy the eyes and hands a little more. He was visibly shaking, all his muscles were tensed.

- What's the matter? Cum, I allow you!

- Thank you, thank you... - he whispered.

Nicky came, noticing his Mistress' lips shaped into a mocking grin, he was blown away by wave of his orgasm, and for a while he was lost deep in his pleasure. The green eyes, as well as the touch of the warm palm got lost under the thick layers of pure bliss. Nicky heard screams in his ears, and he didn't even realize that it was his own scream. When he came to senses, he was already curled on the bed, crying quietly, hiding his face in his palms, the pain was somewhere inside, completely different from the physical one, the woman retreated to the couches and discussed something with the men, laughing cheerfully.

 

Then everyone took a quick time off. The Gentlemen were chilling on the sofas, Nicky was crawling among their feet, begging to let him suck their dicks.

- Please, Sir, I want it in my mouth. I want to lick your balls.

- Please, Sir, cum into my mouth, I will suck you dry.

- Sir, I beg you, fuck my slutty hole, I want to feel your hard cock deep inside.

Please, Sir, I am your slut, use me.

Nicky tried as hard as his Master ordered him. He addressed every man as Sir. And they casually used his inviting holes, without breaking away from food and booze. His Masters, in turn, were still sitting on the ledges of the sofas observing him, they didn't drink as much nor ate or took the powder, although, they were constantly smoking - every time Nicky managed to peek on them, there always were cigarettes in their hands.

After some time, he was ordered to stand in front of them and a bowl was placed before him. Nick was thirsty for a while, and the smell of the delicacies made him go crazy, the only food he had been eating since the first day he got into the bunker were dog food and tasteless gruel, although, those thoughts were far too distant at the moment.

- It's dinner time, bitch! Do you want some?

- No, thank you, Master.

- Wrong answer!

His Master extinguished his cigarette and pushed the ashtray from the table, it fell down, scattering its contents on the floor.

- Clean it. Keep your hands behind and put everything into the tray with your dirty mouth.

Nicky crawled closer, out his hands behind and began collecting the buds with his lips one by one, carrying them back to the ashtray. When he finished, Master ordered him to lick and swallow the remaining ash on the floor. This task was close to impossible, as Nicky's mouth was completely dry. But he managed to do it, and his Master ordered him to return to the bowl.

- Now, dirty slut, do you fancy a dinner?

- Yes, Master, - now it was the correct answer.

- Now, I'll satisfy your hunger as well as your thirst, - the man got up from the couch and headed to the table beside the stands. He came back holding the glass full of semen.

- The cocktail of love! - he poured the fluid into the bowl.

Nick felt sick. It was one thing to swallow cum when somebody discharge it into your mouth or even lick it from somewhere, and another thing was to drink it in such amounts. It was his first time today he tried somebody else's cum. He had tried only his and his Master's. And now he had to drink the whole glass, that was filled by six different men. He was about to vomit. He would gladly clean the sweet remains of some more ashtrays, than to do something like that.

- You better do it yourself, otherwise I'll gag you with the spreader and pour your dinner right into your throat! Go on now, lick it like a puppy.

Nicky placed his hands beside the bowl, bent over with his butt upside, lowered his head. Involuntarily breathed in. Another surge of nausea. Better not smelling it, that's for sure. He got lower, drenching his lips. Cold. He sticked his tongue out, dipped it and put it back. Swallowed. He suddenly put a hand over his mouth, he was about to throw up.

- That won't do! Don't you enjoy your treat?

- I do, Master, - Nicky muttered, hardly holding it down, - thank you, Master.

He had no idea how to take it all in.

- Then straighten up, pick up the bowl with your hands and drink it all in one go, afterwards, show us the empty bowl and your mouth. Don't miss a single drop. And don't you dare throw up! Or else you will lick your vomit with your tongue, until it all remains inside your stomach.

It couldn't get any worse. And the problem was that there was no way he could say "no" to that "distinguished gentleman". But as soon as he thought about the thing he had to do, he had to make deep breaths. It was the whole glass in this bowl, so there was no way he could manage to drink it in a single gulp. At least three mouthfuls, or even more. Oh gosh, he was trying so hard not to think what was in there. He got on his knees. Took the bowl. Looked up at the ceiling. Carried the bowl to his mouth, stopped thinking and made the first solid gulp. No stopping now. Nicky moaned, tears ran down his face, but he continued on drinking. Soon, the bowl was empty. He shut his mouth with his arm. Don't vomit. Don't. Когда это всё закончится, он освободит свой желудок. Not now, at least. He gulped the rising lump in his throat and sighed heavily. He reached out the bowl to the sofas and opened his mouth. He made it, he succeeded.

- Good job, bitch! - the voice of his Master. How ironic, it was a rare thing for Nicky to be praised. But now Master said that the bitch did well, because it drank a glass of strangers' cum without vomiting. But it meant that Nicky's dinner had come to an end, without licking the remains off the walls of the bowl. - A forty minutes pause for now, we are going to set up for the next activity. And you, crawl over here.

Nicky put the bowl down and crawled to his Masters on his fours, sat on his knees and bowed down his head.

His Mistress offered to see the men to the bathroom, so they could freshen up. For a brief moment, Nicky and his Master were left alone in the room. Afterwards, Gero arrived and began moving the bed, tinkering with the chains coming from above.

- Come closer.

Nicky moved closer and found himself between his Master's legs, the bitch was scared that its Master was about to make it perform orally. And it was impossible due to two reasons. Nicky didn't want to dirty Master's cock, and for sure, he didn't want to vomit with this thing in his mouth on his Master's shoes. Instead, Master put his hand on Nicky's head and softly pulled him, so Nicky's cheek could lay on his leg. This was his reward. The reward for endurance and willpower. Recently, Masters barely rewarded him, besides kicks and punches. Master rubbed his head. Nicky fell silent. This lasted for some time, Nicky couldn't care less about all these strangers in some other room, so he felt sleepy, but he fought this feeling, as he didn't want his Master's warm touch to dissolve in his dreams.

- Follow, - ordered Master, he stood up, shaking off half-asleep Nicky, tugging him on the leash. Nicky shook his head, rubbed his eyes and followed.

Master led the bitch to the bathroom, he allowed Nicky to pee, have some water, clean himself and freshen up a little. Nicky wanted to spill everything from his guts down the drain, but he decided not to test his Master's fragile kindness.

 

Afterwards, Master ordered him to take off Nicky's boots. Nicky obeyed, and Master helped him to put on some kind of fancy device made of belts on top of the shorts and the stockings. Thick black strips on his legs, they ended somewhere near Nicky's toes and strictly gripped his leg up to two thirds of his calf, it closed beneath Nicky's feet with crossed belts, and the whole thing was locked with buckles. Then, from that contraption, up to his waist, stretched the belts with leather strips, that gripped his legs in a few places. Then, came the belt between his legs, obstructing his back door with the buckle above, near his waist. Then, on the other side, was a ring that wrapped his cock and balls at the base, with leather belts that hugged his penis with a customary ring on its end. Generally speaking, the whole contraption for the bitch's dicklet was sure to bring many difficulties for its wearer, if there is a full erection. The same ring was armed with two belts, that stretched upwards to the pubic zone, sewn into another belt, likewise, the other two belts stretched from the other side through both of the ass cheeks. Master double checked all the buckles, even the cuffs and the collar to make sure that everything would hold in place. He carelessly shoved in a tiny vibrator and closed the hole with a leather strip, locking it with a buckle, he fixed the remote beneath one of the belts on Nicky's thigh.

- Hands back! - clicks of carbines. His hands were locked behind his back, elbows were sticking out from the opposite sides, his hands were locked to a chain, stretching to the collar. Some additional belts stretched through Nicky's chest beneath and above his nipples, pinning Nicky's arms to his torso. Nicky carefully wiggled his arms. Firm. Afterwards, Master put on the blindfold and shoved in a gag, that was a spreader that came in with a detachable rubber dildo, meant to occupy bitch's idle mouth. He stepped away, observing the results of his work. The bitch got on its knees, the legs were spread out. Master walked around Nicky, looking every angle. It was a rather cute sight to see. Nicky turned his head to every scratch of sand under Master's shoes.

- Afraid?

Nicky thought for a moment, then decided that there was no point of lying and nodded.

- Would you like me to help you? - a strange and dubious offer. But he decided to risk it. Another nod. Master got closer and made the bitch go face down on the floor with a soft touch, then he raised his shorts, revealing Nicky's cheek.

- Don't move.

Nicky froze, but he already understood what was about to happen. It was not the kind of help he wanted. Coolness, a brief and subtle sting, and Master emptied the syringe. He rubbed the injection site and put the shorts back.

- This is an aphrodisiac, it will make it easier for you to remain a slutty whore, if you feel out of it.

In response, Nick quietly and plaintively moaned.

- There, there, what is it? Get up, on your feet!

He tossed and turned, but managed to get up, although, he swayed, nearly falling on the floor, but Master caught him just in time, feeling the subtle trembling of the bitch's body. He pressed Nicky's back to himself. Nicky felt his Master's hard cock with his butt. He swayed his hands over Nicky's face, touched his nipples, stroking them and squeezing a little, pulling them out, the hands moved further, downwards to the hips. His master squeezed everything he could put his arm on, let it go, made the vibration even more intense, kneaded the bitch's dick a little more, returned to the nipples with one of his hands. He squeezed to the point it hurt, let it go and began stroking the nipple once again, he touched Nicky's ear with his lips and swayed the tip of his tongue over the edge, Nick felt his Master's breath on his face, then he suddenly bit Nicky, then he kissed the earlobe holding it with his lips, caressing with his tongue. Nicky breathed heavily, making soft moans. Not because of the aphrodisiac, it was too soon for it to take into the effect. But because it was the first time Master held Nicky that way, caressing and arousing him, by adding some bits of pain into the tenderness. Nicky's dick was already up to the point of the belts biting into his skin. Painful. Another moan.

Baby, you are already excited... that's enough. Now, come with me, the guests are waiting. - Master whispered into his ear, grabbed him by the hair, stepped away and went forward. Nicky followed him on his jelly legs. His head was a complete mess. Soon enough, they entered the familiar hall, it was full of well-rested guests, judging by the sound, they came by and stopped at the place, where the bed had previously been. Nicky was uncomfortable with the fact that he couldn't see a thing, surely, something had changed about this place, and, as he assumed, for him only.

- Lay on your back, right on the floor.

Nicky obeyed, Master grabbed a remote and clicked some buttons. A stick hanging on chains came from above, he locked the bitch's legs to it, spreading them significantly. He grabbed a pair of scissors, ordered the bitch not to move and cut the tips of the stockings, releasing Nicky's toes, then he wrapped his big toes with something. He clicked again, and it was pulled upwards. Nicky whimpered, as he realized he was about to be hanged upside down, but he could do nothing about it. Finally, he got off the ground and swayed in the air. Master ran his hand on Nicky's thighs, calming him down. Now, they were going to make a public show, and his Master didn't want any sudden bursts of panic. Nicky felt his arms and went silent. Afterwards, his Master attached nipple clamps, removed the rubber gag, so now Nicky had only the spreader in his mouth, tied something to the ring in his tongue and tugged on it, and Nicky realized, that his tongue and nipples were tied together. Master passed a chain through the ring on the penis buckle and attached it to the construction, the same thing happened for the chains that came from Nicky's toes. The tension appeared to be quite strong. The next thing he did was him pulling out thee toy from Nicky's ass, and after thoroughly lubing Nicky's butt, he put in a bigger vibrator with a ball on its end and a remote controller, and as the toy disappeared inside Nicky, accompanied by his whimpering, Master locked it with the buckle once again. He retreated to the stands, picked a whip and made a test hit on the floor. Nicky shook from the sound, knowing too well what it meant. This kind of whip could bruise him quite heavily, his Master used it only if he seriously screwed up. With a single motion of his hand, Master span upside down Nicky and began circling him, that way the bitch would be completely disoriented, without knowing from where the next strike would come from. Nicky was afraid and whimpered like a puppy, he was afraid of the pain, and he was far more afraid of his Master aiming for his front side, where were his stretched nipples, tongue, toes and penis. Now, the drug came into the effect, and Nicky felt his long-gone arousal, flowing into his member. And at that moment, his Master struck. Nicky lost his breath and screamed, the transition was so abrupt. Contrary to Nicky's fears, Master struck the bitch's back, hitting the arms, although, the strike was not as powerful as he expected. A few hits afterwards. Then, Master turned on the vibration, the ball inside squeezed and swelled, stretching the butt from the inside. More moans. Now, Nicky didn't hold back. Beside the fact that it was painful, scary and humiliating, it also turned out to be arousing. A few more hits. Then, Master hanged the whip on his neck and unzipped his pants. His cock was full-erect. He stood in front of Nicky's face and put his dick in, right to the bitch's throat, suffocating it. Master pushed him away, releasing him. Nicky swayed back. Master caught him by the belts on his torso and pulled him back.

- Work with your head, you fucking whore!

Nicky tried, and in his turn, Master held his head, inflating the ball with his other hand. Then, he pulled away, picked up another remote from the device on the floor, that was connected to the chains on Nicky's toes, nipples, tongue and penis, and applied the voltage. Nicky didn't expect that, he yelled and shook so hard, he nearly pulled out the ring from his tongue, a drop of blood fell on the floor. He heard laughter and endorsing hand clapping. After that, Master continued fucking him in his mouth, occasionally swaying the bitch away, zapping it with a click on the remote, then he pulled the bitch by the chains in its place, leaving no room for rest, the mouth railing continued, the vibrator was buzzing at maddening speeds, inflating to enormous size. Master undid the buckle that obstructed the back door, and when the toy was inflated to its limits, he pulled it out. Nicky was screaming. In the end, the toy would be pulled out, Master would deflate and shove it back, repeating the process once again, counting every time how many times he deflated the toy, adding some bonuses to the count. Usually, in the moments like this, Nicky got into the strange state of mind, when there was only pain and that pleasure that was just as painful, everything became distant, forgotten, tears ran on their own, completely soaking the blindfold. Only pain, all its tints and edges, blinding sharpness and scorching fire, bright sparks, and sudden flashes. It was like he was exploring it, lacking the ability to stop it or to cum, and it was driving him crazy.

The gentlemen were applauding from the tables. Master came, his semen was drooling from the mouth down to the floor. Master pressed the voltage button a couple of times, waited a little while holding it, afterwards, he undid all the chains, removed the tongue piercing and substituted the nipple clamps with weights, that hanged on the nipple rings. Nicky bent out his neck, to make saliva flow better.

- Please, Gentlemen! This pretty cocksucker will gladly lick all your dicks! - Master extended his arm to the softly moaning bitch, and went to the sofas making slightly exhausted steps.

The Gentlemen were quick to act. They started getting up, extinguishing their cigarettes, emptying their glasses, getting around Nicky, releasing their devices. Nicky found himself in the circle of erect penises, the men began swaying him, grabbing him in their turns, and after a brief mouth fucking, released him to the next contender. They kept playing with his butt, inflating the toy. After a while, they decided to undo the spreader, so Nicky began assisting them by becoming able to spit away the saliva, that he was choking on. The men were aroused by the previous show, so they were cumming rather quickly. Beside the guy that was not satisfied yet, they were left alone. He put in the spreader, pulled out the toy from Nicky's butt, and after lubing his arm, began making the way inside, while fucking him in his mouth. Nicky wanted to scream, as it was painful, but the dick in his throat obstructed the airflow, so he began shaking while choking on it, trying to release his head and get off the man's dick. With no success. The fist inside was making its way through. Tears were literally running down in streams, Nicky was suffocating. He was drooling into his nostrils, he tried to lean away, to adjust his head a little, but the hands were keeping him in place. He thought that he was about to die, a terrible death with an arm elbow-deep in his ass, drown in his own drool from sucking cock. Finally, the arm reached its limit, and the man unclenched his fist and pressed Nicky to himself from the inside. Nick shook, all his being gripped the arm inside him, he quietly and plaintively squeaked, his eyes were wide open beneath the blind fold, but he could see only darkness. At that moment, the Sir came and roughly pulled out from both of Nicky's ends. Nicky screamed and began coughing, trying to tilt his head on its side. Sir stepped away and only then did he realize, that all his shirt and chest were wet. The bitch pissed itself from the pain.

- This fucking bitched pissed on me!

The people in the hall laughed in response. Sir's face flushed with fury. The bitch dared to humiliate him in front of all the audience. He rushed to the table, grabbed the whip that Nicky's Master had been hitting him with, swung and hit him, striking the absolutely unprotected inner thighs, his chest and face. Nicky yelled once again, he shook and coughed, visibly choking and suffocating. Voices of approval were coming from the hall. The Sir raised his hand for another strike, but he was stopped by a calm dominant voice.

- Stop! A little more, and this wonderful toy will be broken.

Master spoke calmly, he raised from the sofa and intercepted the hand of the furious Sir. He took away the whip, and softly shoved the Sir to the sofas.

- Gentlemen, we need a short break!

The man already left to shower, and Master took out the spreader from the bitch's mouth. By holding his head with his arm. Nicky was coughing, spitting out the saliva and cum, he leaned to Master's hand, vomiting out the saliva, water and cum, mixed with the blackness of the ash, he kept on twisting in vomiting spasms. With his other hand, he removed the blind fold with the intent to observe the damage. In a wet lump, the blindfold slapped on the floor. Nicky groaned from the light and narrowed his eyes, he nearly finished coughing and spitting, now he was about to cry. There was a crimson line from his jaw to the half of his cheek, there was no blood and the skin was intact. Painful, but not critical. He briefly examined his chest, his nipples were left unharmed, the same crimson line and unharmed skin likewise. The man was furious, he was hitting Nicky just for the sake of it, he didn't have time to unleash his full strength.

- The bitch got extremely lucky! - he announced to Nicky, who was now crying out loud. - Now I'm going to bring you down.

Master clicked a few buttons, and Nicky began descending, Master held his waist with his one hand, and his head with another. He finished lowering him. Then, he stepped away and undid his legs, Nicky hardly tried to bring them together. He turned to his side, spitting out the saliva, crying out loud. Master got on his knee beside Nicky, got the bitch's head on his knee, raising him a little, aiding him to finally clear his throat. And soon enough, Nicky succeeded. He wept hoarsely and frantically, but he stopped coughing, at an instant, he leaned on his Master with his shaking body. This move touched Master's ruthless heart. He raised the bitch a little and got up, keeping one arm under its butt, and another pressing Nicky against his body, his legs were left hanging from Master's sides. Nicky laid his head on Master's shoulder, and now he was soaking his shirt with tears. Master walked to the far corner of the hall. He brought the bitch to its bedding. He unbound his arms, rubbed them a little, removed the belts from his still erect penis, the whip avoided that area, the aphrodisiac was still in the effect, so Nicky was still aroused against his own will. This was added to the toxic feeling of enormous pain, making an explosive sensory mixture. He was powerless and unable to subside his weeping, something was happening to him beyond his own control. Master got down on the bedding with his back against the wall, he pulled Nicky to himself, placing him between his legs. He hugged him with his one hand, and stroke his head with the other. Nicky was shaking, he squeezed into his Master and hugged himself with his arms, his head was about to explode.

- Relax, boy. There, there, I know what will help you. I will help. Calm down, there's no need to cry, - Master whispered into his ear, moving his hand lower, grabbing Nick's penis, the bitch shook. - There, there, that's right, don't be afraid. No need to struggle. No need to run away.

Nicky fell silent, only tears were running down his eyes. Master began moving his hand, gently but firmly holding his member. The bitch began moaning.

- Yes, I know what you need right now, - Master's arm moved faster. His other arm was slithering over Nicky's body, stroking his legs, arms, face, touching his nipples with his fingers. A warm wave began spreading below his stomach. He moaned through his tears, he let his arms off his body and pressed his Master's arm to himself. He was getting closer to orgasm. He was about to cum, and he muttered in the last moment, as he remembered the rules.

- Please, I want to cum, can I cum, Master, please, please, - mumbled his weak voice.

- Yes, you devious slut, cum.

Nicky came, pressing himself into his Master's arm, he buried his face and shuddered, as if he was being electrocuted, pouring his semen over his Master's arm. The shock was so powerful, his hysteria ended immediately. Tears were still running down, he tried to catch his breath, but in a much calmer manner, without any frantic sobs. His mind was blank, without any hint of a thought, only the emotions were being processed at the moment. Master moved and reached into his back pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it up, grabbed Nicky more comfortably and took a hit.

- Baby, you forgot something - he said after some time.

- Thank you, Master, for allowing me to cum, - Nicky completely forgot about it, and now he whispered that, hoping that he wouldn't be punished for this mistake.

- Don't mention it, bitch, - his Master was indifferent. His toy was still okay. Although, he was completely disinterested by the things that were going on in the bitch's brain, he knew that this was intentional, that they were purposefully breaking him deeper and deeper from the inside, - Here, take a puff, - he handed Nicky a cigarette. Nicky caught it with his lips, took a hit, coughed and leaned back, but then leaned forward for another hit. When they finished smoking, Master extinguished the cigarette. He took a lock from his pocket and clicked it on the bitch's collar, afterwards he locked the chain to the brace on the wall. Just as usual. He pushed Nicky back and got up, putting the bitch on the floor.

- You've got a few hours, come to your senses. Then we'll continue.

He turned around and walked away.