Sam's Suffering

The party is nice and entertained by my pain when the clock strikes eight. I am lowered to the ground and given a round of applause.

“Great show, everyone! Now, we can begin the real show.” Master Tom helps me to the first real station.

Leather straps secure me to a spanking station. The piece is sturdy, made from leather, and has me lifted off the ground on all fours. My ball gag is swapped out for a bit gag.

“Have fun, boys,” is all Master Brad says. A leather daddy, roughly fifty, pulls out a cane. He drags it along my ass before letting me have it.

THWICK. THWICK.

His strikes are deliberate and rhythmic. I bite down on my bit.

“Nnnghh fuck!”

The crowd cheers.

“Sir Rick, boy.”

“Fank you, Sir Rick.”

Sir Rick’s demeanor is quiet and domineering. This dom gives me silent but deadly.

He beats me ass as other men approach me. One slides my gag down and fucks my face. I fight hard not to bite his cock.

Sir RIck gets bored of my ass and canes my feet. I scream into the guy’s cock. Tears emerge and he fucks my throat harder.

“Not much bastinado training, boy?” Sir Rick asks.

“No Shir!” I choke to get out.

“Noted.” Sir Rick slaps my ass with his gloved hand as he leaves.

Another Man arrives with a paddle.

THUMP.

It’s loud. I scream. The man comes to my face to place the gag back in. I recognize him as Sir Owen.

“Remember to gag the slave when you’re done!” Sir Owen barks. “He’s gonna need it.”

“Sorry…” I hear in the distance.

I’m punished further for a while before Sir Owen digs his lubricated fingers into my hole. I whimper.

“Fucking tight boy.” He tells the audience.

“His cunt can get real wide but it always snaps back.” Master Tom tells Sir Owen.

“Is that so?” Sir Owen removes my restraints, converts the bench into a table. I am strapped back onto the table, face up. A fucking machine with a sizable dildo attached is lubed up, and set to fuck me.

I moan and bite on my gag as my ass swallows the toy.

“Please, more Sir!” I beg.

The crowd cheers for me. Sir Owen turns the machine up and it pounds me into oblivion.

“He takes it like a champ.” Sir Owen turns to my Masters. “What do you recommend now, fellas?”

“Hurt him.” Master Tom winks.

The crowd gets rowdy, many of them grabbing whips and slappers. They take turns whipping my feet, legs, and abs, my abs seeming particularly popular.

My cock hardens.

“Hurt him harder! See how he enjoys pain” Master Brad commands the crowd.

Sir Brandon pulls my cock and balls out from the pouch of my jock, whipping them with a crop, all the while other men use bull whips on my abs.

I scream into my bit, looking down at my body, staining red with welts and marks. My body stings, my cock screams, and my ass is numb. This is easily the most overwhelming experience of my life.

This goes on for such a long time that i finally leave my body, focusing more on the enjoyment these men are receiving from my suffering. It’s bliss. Something sick and twisted that we all share a love for. I want them to keep hurting me. I look forward to what comes next.

The machine shuts off and the whipping ceases. Sir Owen swaps the thick dildo for another one. A very long, thin one.

“Alright, how about we switch gears, boys?”

The chuckle as Sir Owen slides the long dildo up my cunt. My eyes bulge. It moves swiftly through my guts. My stomach bulges. I bite down.

“NNNGH FUCK!” I breath deeply.

“Aw, yeah!”

“Take it, slave!”

“Impale the cunt like the bitch he is!”

A couple of horny guys approach me, start to lick my body as they touch themselves. One licks my abs, another tears the clamps off my nipples.

“Ugh! Goddammit!” I shout.

Two guys suck and bite on my nipples. One last man licks my neck. It’s sensual but still torture. I feel like some sick sex art display. One at a time, they men blow their loads on me. Sir Owen brings himself close but my Masters intervene.

“Owen!” Master Brad calls out. “Have him.”

“You sure?” Sir Owen is caught off guard.

Master Brad nods.

Sir Owen removes the dildo from me, sticks his cock in me, and has his way.

“Your cunt craves loads doesn’t it, slave?”

“Yes, Sir!” I respond.

He slaps my face hard.

“You’ll get many, you fucking stupid himbo slut.” He pounds my chest as he fucks me like it’s all I’m good for.

“Ah shit!”

Sir Owen cums in me. He slaps me one more time as he exits. The timer goes off and my Masters release me from the table. The crowd bursts into applause.

“Station One completed. We will set the slave up in station two and return in just a moment.” Sir Tom bows on my behalf.

Sir Brad leads me to the next station. The station where I will be tortured for another two hours tonight.