Sam's Suffering

For around an hour I was filmed. Just hanging. Suffering in my leathers while my Masters enjoyed the sight of it. I groaned into my gag while my muscles quickly tired. Sweat dripped all throughout my body. Down my exposed belly where it reached my thick belt strap and pooled until it ran over and down my pants. My Masters licked up this dripping sweat, admiring my leather, my body, and my suffering.

“Okay, Slave. That was our intro. This film is about sacrifice. Your sacrifice. You will be in agony for eight straight hours, suffering non-stop for the sake of our viewers. There will be no sex. Jake received all of the sexual attention for tonight. You will be tortured only for the sake of pain, and as a punishment for cumming at your ex-job. Got it?” Master Tom freed me from this bondage while he spoke. Master Brad lit and set up another contraption. A more…medieval looking situation.

I was stripped of my jacket, shirt and tie, then strapped into a wooden slate of sorts. My wrists were tied to the above corners of the device and ankles bound below.

Master Brad set up the camera while Master Tom removed my ball gag. He presented me with a bit gag instead. “A bit will allow him to show more teeth when he’s in pain. What do you think?” 

“Fuck yeah. Gag him like that.” Master Brad started the camera again for this scene.

 Master Tom fastened the bit tightly, turning my head side to side to check out how I looked. His sick grin reappeared as he punched my balls through my leather pants. I grunt and bite the bit, showing my teeth. 

“Fucking beautiful.” Master Tom licked my bit and kissed me deeply. Enjoying my predicament. Squeezing my balls painfully.

Master Tom takes his position beside me while Master Brad dons the camera. He calls action and they begin.

“Slave. Your life is pain. There is no mercy. There is no break. Your suffering will be given in honor of every man watching who desires to see this in hopes that they will seek you out to torture you personally. Is that not so?” Master Tom grips a crank on the device.

“Yesh, Mashter!” I spit out.

Master Tom turns the crank. Ropes turn and pull on my limbs, stretching me. I flashback to my teenage years, watching fantasy shows where handsome young adventurers, heroes, or hunks were interrogated on Racks just like this. Fuck, this is masochistic wet dream of mine. Guess what? It’s painful. And I’m so fucking horned up about it.

My torso strains in the center while I scream out in agony, biting on my bit as Masters wanted. There is no acting in this porno. I’m being tortured. Like a prisoner. And I can’t wait for more.

“Here’s a game for you, Slave.” Master Tom pull a mighty bullwhip from the wall while he talks to me. His heavy boots creak and shake the floor below. “You are our pain slave. Our sex slave is resting now. However, as a faggot, you crave sex, don’t you boy?”

“Yes, Mashter!”

CRACK!

The bullwhip comes crashing in on my exposed left nipple; a fresh welt painted where it kissed me. 

“Your Masters already relieved our balls of any cum we had on your brother. No matter how well you perform tonight, you will not be fucked. You will not cum. There is no pleasure for you tonight.”

I nod.

“But..” 

CRACK!

Another strike gets my abs. My eyes water. I am still sore from the endless torture I’ve endured all week.

“...If you endure four hours on this rack and everything I do to you during your time in bondage here, four hours of it, without crying…” Master sets a four hour timer on his phone.

Master Tom wipes my tears from my face.

“...crying again, then tomorrow you will be fucked and given a chance to cum.” He unzips my leather pants and pulls my semi hard cock out. “Deal?” He strokes me.

“Yesh Mashter. Fank you Mashter!” My cock hardens to full mast. My balls swell and jump out of my pants.

“Good Boy.” 

WACK

Master rudely smacks my cock with his leather gloved palm. He continues his assault, beating my cock and balls with his hands. 

I groan into my gag, fighting the feelings I’m having, trying to convince myself it feels good. And it does. I tell myself pain is a sensation like pleasure, and if I see it as pleasurable then there is no difference. My cock hardens.

Master Tom grins and licks my mouth. “You’re fucking filthy.” He turns to the crank, pulls it further. My limbs stretch further. A moan escapes my lips. My joints hurt. Again I tell myself how good it feels. How hot I must look to anyone watching. My muscles stretched and useless. 

For hours this continues. My back arches severely to account for the stretch I’m being forced to endure. Master’s demand for my body grows greater. Whips, gut punches, CBT, name calling. His abuse knows no limits.

When the four hours are just about up, Master Tom pulls his last test on me.

“Do you have any more length left in you, slave meat?” Master Tom places his hand tentatively on the crank.”

My body quivers with strain and exhaustion. I am at my limit. “No, Master. PLEASE!”

Master tries to turn it but it’s at it’s limit. My body is too taut and keeping it from moving any further.

“Hmmm.” Master Tom considers. 

Master places a boot against the crank for leverage and turns it with force.

“Oh my god! FUCK haf mershy Mashter, Pleash!” I Scream. Harder than I have ever screamed. 

Master Brad stands out of frame and whips my abs with the bullwhip.

“Two minutes, Slave meat!” Master Tom barks at me. “Take this abuse and you will have cock in your cunt tomorrow.”

I have no choice but to take this torture. I notice My Masters bulges grow at the sight of me screaming in pain. Slave Jake awakes at the volumes of my screams. What was once white noise and groans and whips is now nearly a horror movie. He rubs his crotch at the sight of me in my predicament. Seeing all these men turned on by what I do provides the resolve I need to carry on with my suffering. 

I am a pain whore. My suffering turns on sick men. I put myself in this position for two years because I like it. My captivity is real. My suffering is real. Their pleasure is real. 

The timer goes off and my whipping stops. Master releases my stretch from the rack. My screams fade and I pass out  from exhaustion.

 

I awake some time later, stripped down to my leather jock and boots, strapped to a chair with an exposed bottom. My wrists tied down with belts on arm rests and my ankles to the chair legs, splayed out in a V-shape to expose myself, vulnerable to abuse.

 My spit drips down my chest from my bit gag that I am still wearing. A hot, white light beats down on me cinematically. 

Another light facing me. I see a camera pointed at me manned by Master Tom. I’m already being filmed for the next scene. I’m still filming porn.

“Welcome back, Slave. You did well.” Master Brad massages my shoulders.

“Fank you, Master.” I spit out in a daze.

Master Brad grips my hair, pulls my head back so I am listening carefully.

“I’m going to hurt you more. If you want a chance at my cock at the end of this, you will endure my four hours of torment.”

“Fank you, Master.” I respond. 

“Good Slave.” Master throws my head back.

Master Brad returns with a zapper. He zaps my whipped skin all over. I react and moan, but after what I went through before, this was less painful than sex. That is, until Master decided to target more sensitive areas. 

He bullies my left nipple. Zapping it over and over, laughing as I realize he was gonna do worse things. He traces my muscles down my torso with the zapper, buzzing me along the way until he ends up at my cock.

“Let’s get to it, shall we?” Master pulls my cock from my jock and zaps my cock all over. My eyes roll back as he gets the underside of the shaft, near the balls. Working his way up to the head.

“Do you want it, boy?”

I shake my head and he zaps my cock head. I shake in my bondage.

He gets me over and over again, finally getting me on the urethra. My face is beat red as I chomp on my gag. 

“I made you a promise once, didn’t I Sam?” I think back to the last time Master had me in a similar predicament. My eyes widen. 

“Nu nu nu.”

Master Brad sticks the zapper up my asshole, quite tight and unstretched today. 

“Tell me you want it.” He says coldly.

“Please Mashter.” I fight my bonds, feeling the cold zapper in my cunt.

“Tell me you want it or you will not get fucked.” He slides the long zapper rod in and out my hole. It feels amazing. My cock drips.

“Say it!” Master fucks me roughly with the zapper and I chew on my gag. I picture the sensation and I imagine awfulness. My pleasure center is so sensitive, and the though of being assaulted from within. I shudder.

“Please, anyfing else, master.” I beg.

“You are going to receive thirty now. One for each year you’ve been alive. You are my slave and your place is not to argue with me. You are beneath me. You exist to serve me. Please me. Take whatever I ask from you and more. Now, tell me. Please hurt my cunt, Master.”

Master continues to fuck me with the zapper as reassurance. There is pleasure in my suffering. I calm my breathing. “Please. Please hurt my cunt, Mashter.”

ZAP!

I SCREAM. 

ZAP!

ZAP!

ZAP!

Master Mercilessly hurts me. It hurts as bad as I thought. But I am reminded, that’s the point. Master Tom jerks off behind the camera. I am making hot material. My Masters know I am special and I can suffer hard and men will enjoy watching it. That’s what I am for. 

I take all thirty zaps, feeling drained. Master kisses me and pulls the zapper out then places the tip on top of my gag.

“Clean it.”

My stomach churns.

I lick the tip of the zapper. It’s clean but tastes like ass juice. I squirm knowing what’s coming. 

ZAP.

I work to clean it quickly but the zaps keep coming.Master fucks my face with the it and zaps deeper  on my tongue. 

With the remainder of the time, I am zapped with even more intense items. I get a taser on the ass and balls. But I suffer until the time is up. Eight hours or torture, all filmed to be seen online and solicit buyers to enjoy me.

 But now I have a pain competition with Jake. There is no break. I crave an ass fucking and need to endure until Masters decide I earned sex.