Deeper into pleasure and pain
Quinn awakens, it is now dark outside. His arms are aching, and his limp cock is sticky with cum. His body is ripe with post-sex sweat.
Three twinks come into the room, clad only in tight speedos that leave little to the imagination. Quinn looks at their tight bodies, their muscles toned and defined, their abs taut and sculpted. Their Lycra-clad, firm, round buttocks enticing.
With an air of obedient reverence, they approach Quinn and begin to bathe him, their gentle caresses easing the tension in his tired muscles. They soap him all over, the thick suds cleansing him thoroughly. Quinn notices they’re getting aroused in their work, their cocks swelling inside their speedos.
One of them lifts Quinn’s cock, grinning mischievously as he pulls Quinn’s foreskin back, soaping his hefty mushroom head. He then soaps Quinn’s balls with delicate care, caressing them with both hands, sending shivers of pleasure through Quinn’s body. Quinn can’t help but get hard at the attention.
They finish by pouring warm water over his body from top to toe before towelling him dry and leaving him hanging. His muscular body clean, smelling rich and intoxicating, a blend of woody and earthy notes mingled with a hint of spice.
Next, Titan’s valet enters. He is ex-military, with a slightly intimidating demeanour that both thrills and scares Quinn simultaneously. He carries a leather thong and harness. He puts them to one side while he unhooks Quinn’s hands. Quinn rubs his wrists as his sore muscles relax.
The valet hands the thong to Quinn, “Put this on”. Quinn complies, loving the feel of the leather as it cradles his package. He can’t resist giving himself a quick, indulgent rub. The valet looks at him, his lips pursed. “Did you not learn your lesson earlier?” his voice edged with disapproval. He hands Quinn the harness, who, chasened, quickly puts it on.
The valet leads him over to a reclining St Andrew’s cross in the shape of an X. He indicates that Quinn should get on it. He jumps on and spreads his arms and legs. The valet tightens the cuffs around Quinn’s wrists and ankles before locking the cross horizontally.
The valet allows himself a look at Quinn’s taught body, the thong pushing his bollocks up, enhancing his bulge. He licks his lips, jealous that he won’t get to play with him. He departs, leaving Quinn alone with his thoughts.
Quinn lies there, filled with desire and anticipation of what might come next. He reflects on how his Master has pushed him so far already. Before today, he’d never known pain could feel so electric and pleasurable. His cock is thickening already at the memories. He’s fully aware that his sensitive testicles are on show and confident they will feature in the next round of punishment.
“You disappointed me earlier with your display of defiance.” Titan appears, stroking his gloved hand over Quinn’s abdomen. He grasps Quinn’s package, and Quinn tenses with expectation. Titan notices his reaction, “I’m no longer angry. Have you noticed how much you derive pleasure from pain?” He squeezes, “So, as your final punishment for this transgression, we will push beyond that pleasure boundary. To find your limit.”
A look of fear mixed with expectation crosses Quinn’s face. “We shall have a safe word, ‘Mercy’. If you shout it, we shall stop. Understood?” Quinn nods, “Yes, master, but I shall endeavour not to use the safe word.” “Good boy.”
Titan finds a cat-o'-nine tail. A whip with multiple long, slender tails that cause delicious agony when used by a skilled practitioner, each acting as a separate lash. He runs the tails gently over Quinn’s body. The feeling is like being gently tickled. He then runs them up Quinn’s inner thigh and over his encased balls, up his stomach and across his chest.” Quinn relaxes, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin.
Titan lifts his arm and brings it down hard, whipping Quinn’s abs. The intense pain radiates through Quinn, spreading like hot fire throughout his entire body. He instinctively arches his back, pulling against the cuffs binding him to the cross. “Breathe”, commands his Master. He breathes deeply, the pain leaving as endorphins flood his body.
Titan whips again, and red welts begin to show. Quinn tenses his abs again. “Relax, breathe”. He relaxes again, and the pleasure comes. Then his Master begins to whip his thigh, before whipping his encased bollocks. Quinn leans into the pain, his cock getting hard as he enjoys the agony. His Master whips over and over, the pain building to a crescendo until he stops. Suddenly. Titan reaches and caresses Quinn’s encased package, running his leather-gloved hand gently over Quinn’s abdomen.
“We shall have a break,” Titan says. He calls for the assistants to use soothing oils to smooth Quinn’s fiery skin.
The toned assistants scurry in. Quinn wonders if they sit outside, getting off on his pain. He glances over at them, their expressions are inscrutable. They smooth calming oils onto his skin. One undoes his thong and removes it. The cheeky one from earlier takes his time, massaging the oil into Quinn’s sac and length. He smiles at Quinn with a wicked grin.
“Enough!” Shouts, his Master. Smiling, he gives his assistant a playful swat on the ass as he runs out. Quinn smiles, caught up in the moment.
Titan moves over next to Quinn, Quinn’s dick limp, heavy, lies over his pendulous bollocks. He looks at Titan’s steel-grey eyes, unsure of what is next. He knows it will hurt. The fun isn’t over yet. Titan gets a ball parachute. Quinn looks at it curiously, a small leather ring with clips that will clip the ring around his scrotum. Three metal chains lead to a metal ring, from which weights can be hung.
Grabbing Quinn’s balls hard, Titan roughly clips the ring around Quinn’s sac. Pulling on the parachute and gently stretching. Quinn’s cock starts to wake up. Titan releases the parachute and fetches a rope, tying one end around the ring of the parachute. He throws the rope over a hook in the ceiling and then attaches a bucket, which hangs ominously overhead. The weight of the bucket tightens the rope, slightly stretching Quinn’s balls.
Titan has a bag with him. He holds it in front of Quinn’s face. “There are ten steel balls in this bag, slave.” He takes one out, showing it to Quinn, “Each weighs 200g. We will play a game in which I individually place them in the bucket. The more you can stand, the more privileges you will get. Do you understand?”
Quinn looks his Master in the eye. “You’re going to drop the steel balls in, one at a time. Each one will pull the rope tighter and stretch my balls. Which will hurt. When you finish, I will have two kilos hanging from them.” Titan nods, pleased with his slave’s understanding. He places the first ball in the bucket.
Quinn’s balls stretch out, but not painfully so. He begins to wonder if he can take this. Titan sees Quinn’s relaxed expression and smiles. He drops two balls into the bucket. The sudden tug on his balls causes Quinn to hiss and thrust his hips upwards in a futile attempt to minimise the pain. A dull ache spreads through his groin, turning Quinn on in a way he didn’t know was possible.
His Master reaches out and strokes Quinn’s pole, “enjoy” before he places another ball in the bucket. The ache builds in Quinn’s balls. Fuck, is he going to be able to take much more? He wants to show his Master how strong he is and take all ten, but he is not sure he has the strength. He decides the quicker the weights are in the bucket, the faster it will be over. “Please, Master, put three in at once.” Titan grins, a thrill of dominance running through him, a surge of pride in his new toy. He takes three and gently lowers them into the bucket.
Quinn reaches deep inside himself and relaxes as the waves of pain wash over him. His sack is stretched to the limit; his balls are bright red and shiny. Quinn looks at his Master. His arousal deepens as he sees how much Titan enjoys his pain. Titan asks, “You’re at seven now. Can you take three more?” “I can master”. Titan drops one in, the sudden weight making Quinn grit his teeth.
Titan waits a moment, then takes the bucket’s weight a moment. “Thank you, Master,” Quinn says. The thanks are short-lived as Titan adds another ball and then drops the bucket. Delicious pain shoots through Quinn as he screams. The scream gives Titan a tingling feeling of arousal deep in his balls. He throws another in, and Quinn barely feels it with his pain level so high already.
“Just one more. Can you take it?” Titan asks. Quinn nods his head. Titan’s cock is rigid inside his trousers. He has not felt this way about a slave in a long time. So desperate to please. He drops the ball in, and Quinn’s already swollen ball sack stretches obscenely further. Titan decides to make Quinn an offer.
“You have a choice. Pleasure me with your mouth and endure this pain for as long as it takes to spill my seed in your throat. Then I shall allow you to have an hour’s pleasure with my assistants. I think they would like that, and I know you would. Otherwise, I shall release the bucket now, and the pain will be finished”. Quinn contemplates his response, those guys are hot. The pain is fierce but he can manage it. He makes a decision and nods his head yes.
Titan undoes his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock just inches from Quinn’s lips. Quinn turns his head, looking at his master, desperate to be dominated. Titan thrusts in, beginning to skull fuck Quinn, roaring with pleasure. Then he pauses, holding his length against Quinn’s lips. Quinn looks at his master, running his tongue around his glans. Titan shivers with pleasure before slamming it back in. He holds his cock deep in Quinn’s throat making him choke. Gripping the back of Quinn’s head, Titan revels in the control, feeling a surge of dominance as Quinn struggles to breathe beneath him.
Titan pulls out and climbs onto a platform at the head of the horizontal cross. He kneels his legs on either side of Quinn’s head. Lowering his balls into Quinn’s mouth, who sucks them ferociously. Desperate for his Master to cum. Wanting the dull pain in his balls to be over. To be able to enjoy those nubile twinks.
Titan masturbates, bringing himself repeatedly to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. Looking down at his slave’s body lying out in front of him, balls stretched to the extreme. Titan has his heavy cock firm in his grasp, streaming precum. Shivering with desire as Quinn sucks his balls.
Titan pulls back, and with a howl of pleasure, his orgasm explodes, throwing ropes of cum over Quinn’s face and hair. Marking his territory again, proving his total dominance over his sub. He places his softening cock at Quinn’s lips, demanding he licks it clean. Quinn eagerly complies, desperate for his Master to remove the bucket from the rope. He feels an intense swirl of emotion, pain, pleasure and devotion.
Titan chuckles, “Thank you, Quinn. That was exquisite.” Quinn smiles; Titan has used his name. Titan swiftly unties the bucket. Next, removing the parachute around his balls. Quinn feels an intense fresh wave of pain as blood flows through his balls again.
Titan swiftly leaves the dungeon, leaving Quinn spreadeagled and vulnerable. Quinn awaits whatever comes next, basking in the afterglow of pain, pleasure, and submission that is his life now. Lying there, a dull ache in his balls, his cock softens, leaving a drying pool of precum on his navel. He feels proud, the pain affirms his strength and the primal force of his masculinity.
Quinn contemplates a future where his life is only about fucking, pleasure and pain. The attendants come in, stopping his contemplation. This time, they’re completely naked. Quinn smiles; Titan has provided him with his playthings.
Quinn’s limp sticky cock catches the attention of one of them, who takes it straight into his mouth, catching Quinn entirely by surprise. “Tastes nice”, he says, grinning. “If you’re going to do that, I think I should at least know your names,” Quinn says. The cheeky one from earlier says, “I am Kael. The guy sucking your cock is Sol, and”, pointing at the other “he’s Arlo.” Sol stops again to say, “Hi”.
Arlo unties Quinn’s wrists whilst Kael attends to his ankles. Quinn gently pushes him off while rubbing his ankles, returning the circulation after their long time in one position.
Quinn examines the three of them. They are joyful and playful, totally comfortable in their nudity. They look around twenty years old and are in their prime: slender bodies with taut stomachs, their arms lightly muscular. These are muscles that come with little effort for a twenty-year-old. Kael has the biggest dick of them all, but the three of them are all well-endowed.
Kael, who appears to be in charge, asks, “May we service you?” Quinn grins, thinking, “Three beautiful young men want to worship my muscular body. I guess I’ll allow that.” He says, “Yes.” They lead him to a massage table and ask him to lie on his back. He climbs on and lies down. His hands behind his head, his muscular biceps tense.
Sol and Arlo stand on either side of his torso while Kael eagerly scrambles onto the table, kneeling between his legs. Quinn looks down at Kael, his cute face expectant, transfixed by Quinn’s growing arousal. He awaits instruction.
“Worship my balls.”, Quinn says. Kael leans forward eagerly and sucks on one of Quinn’s sensitive orbs, pulling it into his mouth and running his tongue over it. Meanwhile, Sol and Arlo lean in. They pause in front of Quinn’s armpits. They inhale deeply, turned on by his masculine musk. Beginning at his side, they lick along his pits, small moans of desire leaving their lips as they taste his fresh sweat. In unison, they move to his biceps, covering them with tiny kisses.
Quinn sighs, simply letting his body feel the pleasure washing over it. He is grateful for the opportunity to serve under such a skilled master who knows how to dominate and inflict pain while also allowing him such incredible pleasures.
Sol looks over to Arlo, who nods towards Quinn’s nipples. They lick back down Quinn’s pits, and each one takes a nipple in his mouth. Running their tongues around them while they harden before gently teasing them with their teeth. Quinn strokes the back of their heads, encouraging them in their work.
They continue down Quinn’s body, kissing his firm abs. Then they stop. Quinn raises his head and looks down at them. They are intently staring at his hard shaft. Quinn flexes it, which makes them giggle. They lean forward, and while Kael continues to suck his balls, they run their tongues up either side of it. At the tip, they kiss one another, with his cock in between. Their tongues dance all over his sensitive knob. Quinn shouts with pleasure, arching his back. They continue, running their tongues up and down his shaft.
Quinn looks down at Arlo’s cock. It is hard and points straight upwards. Sol’s is similarly engorged, his balls close to his body. Quinn reaches down and grasps their cocks, enjoying the feeling of hard flesh. They shift slightly, making it easier for him to run his hand back and forth over them.
Quinn motions for them to stop; wanting to move somewhere more comfortable, they leave the dungeon and head for the sitting room next door. Their cocks bobbing as they walk, Arlo playfully slaps Quinn’s ass.
Quinn sits on a sofa. He tells the guys to remain standing, looking over their hard, youthful bodies. “Kael, make out with Sol”. Kael and Sol turn to one another and begin kissing, running their hands over one another. They stand close, their cocks frotting together as they subconsciously grind their hips.
Arlo moves towards Quinn. Quinn tells Arlo to stand with a foot on either side of his legs. Quinn regards Arlo’s hard cock with lust in his eyes. He grasps it by the root and looks up at him, his face expectant. Quinn sucks on the tip, creating a pleasurable suction before releasing it with a pop. He proceeds to worship it, sucking on Arlo’s balls before licking his shaft all the way up. He runs his thumb along Arlo’s shaft, milking precum up to the tip before licking it. The sweet taste drives him insane, and he increases the intensity of his sucking, bobbing his head up and down furiously.
Arlo loves his life; he gets to play with his two lovers, and the three of them get to play with hot slabs of man meat like Quinn. He looks at the two of them, they are pumping one another’s cocks vigorously while continuing to kiss deeply, their jaws moving as they thrust their tongues into one another’s mouths.
Sol pulls back. The level of arousal in the room is intoxicating. He takes a moment drinking in the sound of Arlo’s gentle moaning, the slurps coming from Quinn, the sheer smell of men, aroused and ready to fuck. Sol looks down at Quinn’s rigid cock, so thick and tempting. His arse twitches at the thought of it. He imagines what it would feel like to have it stretching his hole, the sheer masculine energy as Quinn would force it into him with all his power.
He gets on his knees and takes Quinn’s cock, enveloping it with his soft wet mouth. Quinn hums on Arlo’s dick, the pleasure he’s receiving making him redouble his efforts on Arlo’s stiff knob.
Kael gets on his knees behind the crouching Sol, running his tongue over his balls, sucking them, then licking up his taint and finally plunging his tongue into his hole. He slurps with passion as Sol twitches, his body quivering with excitement.
Arlo pulls his cock out of Quinn’s mouth. He needs a break, or he’ll cum too soon. Sol sees his opportunity and stands astride Quinn’s cock. “Will you fuck me, Quinn?” he asks seductively. Quinn pulls him in for a deep kiss, lining Sol’s hole up with his hard-on. Sol lowers himself onto it, a rush of pleasure shooting through him as he feels himself opening up. Quinn hasn’t topped for a while and feels that delicious first rush of entry as his cock is enveloped by Sol’s warm flesh. Once Sol has filled himself with Quinn’s cock he sits there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness.
Arlo and Kael watch this action, both entranced by the sight of Sol’s hole being stretched by Quinn’s engorged cock. Kael grabs Arlo’s cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. Kael wets his finger and teases Arlo’s hole with it, causing Arlo to fall against him. Both their cocks rub together, drooling precum.
Quinn grips Sol’s thighs, pushing them upward until Sol’s entrance hovers just above the swollen head of his cock. With a deep, hungry thrust, Quinn drives himself inside, filling Sol in one powerful motion. He buries himself to the hilt, then begins to move, slamming his hips back and forth, his cock plunging in and out with each urgent stroke. Quinn’s moans mingling with the sharp slap of skin on skin.
Kael spins Arlo around and, still standing, moves his cock to the entrance of Arlo’s ass. He turns Arlo’s head, kissing him while he gently enters him. Making them both shiver with pleasure. Quinn watches them, seeing their youthful lust on display, drives him to further heights of passion. He reaches for Sol’s impossibly hard dick, smearing his precum over his knob.
They carry on for a while, and Quinn feels them getting close to cumming. He is enjoying himself too much to cum yet. He tells them all to stop, “I’m going to cum soon, and we’re having far too much fun; let’s slow down for a moment. No hands, arses or lips on cocks.”
The guys stop, frowning, they were ready to cum and aren’t sure how much longer they’ll last.
Quinn stands, grabs Kael and pushes him down onto the couch. He kneels next to him and leans in, gently kissing his neck, then down to his nipples. Gently now, he sucks them, nestling them in his mouth. Sol and Arlo mirror his actions, gently kissing one another.
Quinn kisses down Kael’s chest, lightly covering his navel with kisses. He ignores the urge to touch Kael’s quivering cock and instead kisses down his thighs before reaching for his feet. Smothering them with small kisses. Licking his soles and sucking his toes into his mouth one by one. Kael breathes a deep sigh of contentment. This guy makes him feel wanted and alive.
Arlo takes Sol’s hand and kisses it gently all over. He then takes Sol’s index and middle finger and sucks them like he’s sucking dick. Quinn smiles. There’s no stopping these boys. They stand facing one another in a circle. Their hard cocks pointing upwards, their legs slightly apart.
Quinn looks at the pure sexual energy around him. He grasps his shaft. “You may wank yourselves”. The lads waste no time in grasping theirs. Sol starts to beat his furiously. Quinn frowns, “Slowly, like this.” He grasps his shaft, avoiding the head and very slowly moving the skin back and forth. The lads mirror him, further turned on by this display of shared masculinity. They throw their heads back, enjoying the gentle feelings running through their loins.
Arlo’s face is contorted with pleasure as he grasps his dick, introducing a slight circular motion as he pulls his skin back and forth; he reaches for his testicles, cupping them and tugging on them. Kael turns his hand around so he’s wanking his dick with his thumb pointing towards him as if someone else is doing it. He reaches up and grazes his nipple.
Quinn motions them to lie down in a circle. They lie down cock to mouth. Quinn looks at Kael’s hard cock in front of him. He pulls it away from Kael’s stomach and begins to suck it. Kael reaches for Sol’s hardness while Sol reaches for Arlo’s. Finally, Arlo takes hold of Quinn’s impressive erection, pulling it towards him. His mouth watering, he licks the tip before sucking it all the way down to the root.
They continue to blow one another, varying the speed and intensity of their sucking as they sense one another’s approaching orgasms. Edging one another and riding the delicious wave of sexual pleasure.
Finally, Quinn feels himself approaching the point of no return. He stops. Wanting to see the cum spurting from their cocks. To feel it rain down on his skin. To bask in the sight of each of these hot lads blowing their loads.
He lies down on his back. Telling them to kneel beside him, forming a horseshoe. He lies back and says, “Cum on me, one by one.”
Arlo kneels, his rigid cock in his hand. He continues to pull on his balls, glancing at the lithe bodies around him. He wanks himself and stops, a final bit of edging, wanking again, feeling his load building inside. He takes a final breath and stops before letting go, his seed erupting forcefully from his pulsing flesh and landing on Quinn’s cheek, lips and chin in multiple streams.
Kael, by Quinn’s head, is next. His balls rest on Quinn’s forehead as he lowers himself, bringing his erect penis close to Quinn’s expectant mouth. Quinn extends his tongue, ready to catch Kael’s load. Kael tugs on his cock, moaning as his cum shoots out of it, onto Quinn’s tongue and into his mouth. Quinn savours the taste before swallowing it down. He takes Kael’s softening cock and sucks it clean.
Sol is last, crouching between Quinn’s legs. He smiles at the others. His hand is a blur on his cock, his balls tight against his body, jiggling up and down in time to his wanking. His cock erupts, his load flying out in long ropes over Quinn’s torso. Making a splattering sound as it rains down onto Quinn’s tight abs. The first blast reaches as far as Quinn’s chin. Subsequent ones fall lower, hitting Quinn’s stomach and the last few spurts dribbling onto his balls and cock.
The three of them lean over Quinn and lick the cum up, kissing one another and sharing their loads in a huge cummy kiss. Enjoying the taste of one another’s seed, they kiss deeply, their tongues thrusting in and out of their mouths.
Finally, the three of them come down from their orgasmic highs. Quinn looks at them quizzically. “Guys, I haven’t cum yet”. Realising their error, they apologise and fall to their knees.
Kael positions himself between Quinn’s legs, mirroring his actions from earlier. He sucks on Quinn’s swollen balls. The scent of Sol’s load fills his nostrils. Sol and Arlo sit on either side, repeating their actions from earlier. They run their tongues up and down either side of Quinn’s cock. He arches his back, roaring with the overwhelming pleasure he feels.
The desire to cum overwhelms Quinn. He reaches for himself, wanking while Arlo and Sol kiss around the tip of his knob. Quinn’s balls are churning, the delicious feeling of an approaching orgasm begins, and his balls tighten. His cum rockets out of his knob onto the lads’ waiting tongues. They kiss, sharing the load, their faces wet with juice. Quinn’s cock continues to pulsate as he feels the aftershocks of his initial orgasm. He hasn’t cum like this before in his life!
Quinn closes his eyes briefly as he rides the wave of his orgasm; when he opens them, Titan is standing in front of him. With a broad smile on his face, he applauds, “Well done, boys, that was a beautiful display of erotic behaviour.” The twinks stand and take their leave. “Well done, Quinn. You earned that, your intense submission earlier, and taking that brutal ballbusting like a true masochist.” Quinn grins; this is one hell of a first day on the job! Titan continues, “I am in the mood for companionship tonight. Get cleaned up, and then you may come and join me in my bed.”
