Sam's Suffering

I don’t know if I can put into words what it feels like to have your asshole destroyed by a machine bigger than anything you could find in nature, taken to a masturbation machine, have your asshole further wrecked and then have to repeat it while being whipped. That’s the fate I now face ahead of me. 

Sir Tom comes behind me, tilting my head back, making out with my gagged face. He whispers to me, “You’ve proven yourself a masochist this weekend, Sam. I hope to take you to places that frighten you.” He swaps my ball gag out for a pecker gag. This is a deep one and it makes me actually gag upon insertion.

“Did you just gag? I thought you were such a man whore!” Sir Tom grips my face as he humiliates me.

“Do it again.” Sir Brad slaps my cock.

Sir Tom fucks my face with the pecker gag. I do better this time, sucking on it like a cock.

“Atta boy!” Sir Tom straps it on my face. “ Fucking faggot knows what he’s useful for.” 

The name calling gets me hard again. What’s wrong with me?

My Doms take a step back and admire my body. Sir Brad revs the sybian up and down to catch me off guard as Sir Tom has the first strike.

CRACK

I scream.

CRACK

Sir Brad whips me too. They get into a rhythm, jerking off to my screams and whimpers. They make a game of it, trying to strike the clamps off my nipples. 

CRACK. It misses.

CRACK. It misses.

CRACK. It misses.

“We’ve got such awful aim.” Sir Tom chuckles.

“Do we? I’m getting the boy exactly where I want him.” Sir Brad whips me in quick succession all in the same spot on my abs. After three hours, Sir Tom strikes one clamp off. I howl. Sir Brad takes the other. They approach me, licking my sore, raw nipples. I bite down on my gag. This was an agonizing torment for sure, but I loved every second. If it weren’t for the gag, I might ask them to torture me like this again right now, but alas I had twenty-nine more hours of suffering ahead and only two whips had been used on me. The possibilities excite me. I have two cruel men who understand what I want and are happy to give it to me.

 I am whipped for another hour before the sybian turns off. Drenched in sweat, my captors deem me successful in this test and allow me to move on. My asshole throbs as it’s removed from the dildo.

“I’m gonna take my break here. Be back in eight hours. Suffer hard, Sam.” Sir Tom leaves us to ourselves. Eight hours alone with Sir Brad first. Just when I thought my ass would get a break.

 Sir Brad taps the back of my knee with his to signal me to kneel on the ground. He rests my face on his thigh while he does something with a piece of rope. I am too exhausted to focus on it but the smell of Sir’s leathers are intoxicating. I find my asshole in use once again as cold metal is shoved inside my body. I shudder.

“Relax, boy. It’s just a little predicament bondage.” It locks into place and I feel the front of my body become taut as Sir Brad pulls over a piece of rope and ties it around a D-ring up front on my gag, tightening it to pull my head back. He pulls a bamboo cane from the wall and returns to torment me with it.

Tick Tick. 

The Cane hits my ass. I try to wiggle but the position I’m in makes that impossible. I panic. The stress on my neck and shoulders is new and I struggle to come to terms with it.

“Best not to struggle too much, Sammy Boy. Don’t wanna hurt yourself. I’m going to do plenty of that already.” He canes my abs, ass,and pecs for a good while. “Bet you’re wondering how long this will last. “ Tick Tick. “You’ll find out when it’s over. “ Tick Tick. “For now, focus on the pain. Focus on how your suffering makes me see the man beneath. It all comes to the surface when you’re hurting.” Tick Tick Tick. “No need for facades when you are in this kind of predicament. Just the real you.” 

He holds my cock in his hand. “You know what hasn’t not received enough attention so far. Boy?” He canes my shaft. I feel the sting throughout my entire body. I moan and wiggle, but the bondage prevents my movement. This has been my least favorite form of impact so far. It stings bad, doesn’t make the hot loud noises as leather slicing through the air and into my flesh. Sir takes my boots off and canes the soles of my feet. This one lasts a long time. Too long. I’ve been tortured for more than a day, the adrenaline of earlier treatments is dulled in this torment, yet I still am in tremendous pain. I’m tired, sore, and for the first time, I wish to be let go and my cries reflect that.

“Are you tired, boy?” He strokes my face, looking deep into my soul. “You have really gorgeous green eyes. They reveal your spirit is breaking. That’s no fun. Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll let you rest until Sir Tom comes back. Think of me as the good cop.”

Sir Brad pulls a padded leather blindfold over my eyes. My sight is taken away from me, my mouth remains gagged and my bonds tight as ever. My only connection to reality are my sore muscles signaling their continuous fatigue and the sound of rope and leather crackling, straining against every small adjustment my body makes.

“UUUUUGH FUUUUUHK!” I howl into my gag as I feel them clamped. Moments later, I feel them pulled from my flesh, staying pulled and the sound of staples on the ground below me.”

“Much better.” Sir Brad plays with my nipple clamps. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting too comfortable. Your tits are perfect and they are driving me insane.”

I’m left to suffer in silence for a while. Time loses all meaning after a while. Eventually I whimper as my nerves signal to me that I’m being stimulated. Something warm and wet tickling my torso. I guess that Sir is licking my abs, tracing the underside of my pecs. Worshipping my body. It comes so unexpected when blindfolded, enhancing my ticklishness. My stomach retracts and in doing so, I pull on my bonds. My tits hurt. My shoulders are on fire. 

“Ever have sex with men the age of Sir Tom and me, slave?” He inquires as he flicks my nuts.

“No, shir.” Saliva dribbles out of my gag.

“Ever get gang banged?”

“Yesh, shir.”

“Often?”

“A rot, shir.”

“Do you recognize how hot a boy you are, Sam?”

“Yesh, Shir. Sorta.” My doms keep mentioning my looks. I recognize that I am attractive and that factors into the amount of men I sleep with, but it’s never been that big a thing in my mind before this experience. Very surprising to me as I find both Sir Tom and Sir Brad super hot. They are very tall, very masculine, and fit themselves.

“Good. You remind me of Tom when I first started domming. I was your age and he was a little younger. Handsome boy. But not quite the slut you appear to be. He was all about BDSM always, he says.” 

I’ve always been interested as well. Just never took the step until now. Not that I can tell him this currently, but I listen like a good sub.

“He’s been the most impressive sub I ever had. Could really take it for quite a long time.” 

Sir begins to jerk my cock. I whimper.

“Until you came along, that is. Played with lots of guys. Some quite handsome as well. But always wanted a safe word. One or two hour sessions. You…you have impressed me, both of us greatly.”

“Fank yu, shir.” I mumble. 

“After this experience is done, the choice is yours of course, but Sir Tom and I would love to share ownership of you. This means regular sessions for one or both of us. Sex/pain service would be expected of you very often. You would accompany us to parties every month where you will be displayed, shared, and maybe even at some point become the centerpiece of the evening. You will be teased, fucked, and tortured by dozens of doms for hours. It's an incredible honor and a boy like you would be remembered forever.”

I get hard at the thought of this. Sir notices and jerks me harder.

“That sounds like you’re interested. Nod if you are.”

I whimper. Dick. I try to nod and the hook grinds my insides.

“Ah Fuhk!” My cock drips.

“Well done, boy. You’re incredibly obedient. Keep this up and you will be fucked in hard bondage by your sirs, tonight. You will be stuffed with cum and beaten as a reward if you take everything we have left for you and enjoy it.”

SMACK.

I scream as my ass is paddled hard.

“I’m back, boy.” I gather its Sir Tom who spanked me. “Go have your rest, Sir Brad.”

“The boy had a short rest, Tom. Make sure to hurt him twice as hard for me.” Sir Brad leaves.

My blindfold comes off and my bondage is released. The hook comes out with some effort and my ass misses the attention. It’s become more natural to be stuffed at this point. He swaps me back into my red ball gag.

“Classic. Just like your next torment.”

I am taken to the suspension station. Sir takes his time tying me up with rope. Shibari. The knots hold firm onto my pecs, abs, ass, and shoulders like a cage.

“Lie down.”

I am placed on my stomach while he continues to work on me, eventually binding my wrists and feet together in a hogtie. Lastly he ties the strap of my ballgag up to where the rest of my bindings meet above and moves over to a pulley.

“Fly for me, slave boy.”

Sir Tom lifts me off the ground, my cock dangling freely below. I groan as I adjust to how my body distributes my weight across the rope.

“There we are. Let’s see what your muscles can do about that.”

I test my bondage, groaning and struggling for my sir. I enjoy this a lot despite the discomfort.

Sir makes out with my gagged face and flicks my nipples. 

RRRRRZZZZZ

My nerves  light up as Sir drags a violet wand across my nipple. He continues down to abs, licking my screams up as my abs contract from the electrical play. 

He teases me for a long time, dragging it across my back, abs, nipples, and clavicle. Involuntarily, my muscles contract and pull away from the wand, though it feels kind of nice.

Sir moves attention finally to my cock and balls. My muffled screams fill the room as he spends hours dragging the wand across my balls, taking a moment to tie them off with rope down to the ground to isolate and abuse them further.

 My nerves fire intensely by a new sensation across my nipples. Sir introduces a new gadget into the mix, a pinwheel that he drags across all my sensitive bits. I scream and he grins.

“Is that sensitive, boy? When I do this across your sore, whipped skin?” He drags the pinwheel across my back and the wand along my abs. My body doesn’t know which way to move and I scream, suffering as my sir wants from me.

“I’m going to take note of this one for you. Your muscles look incredible under this kind of stress and torture.”

My hair is drenched in sweat. I hear it drip from my body onto the ground below.

“Looks like you would like more of this too, wouldn’t you, slave?”

“Yesh Shir!” I do want this again. Being trussed up like the pig I am and having sir have three-sixty degree access to my body got me going in ways nothing else had. I just wanted Sir Brad to return so they could torture me together in this position.

Sir Tom goes to the wall, returning with a long red rod with two prongs at the end. My heart races as I realize what I’m about to be hit with. A cattle prod is a heavy duty pain tool. As much as I’ve endured torture thus far, this scares the shit out of me.

“Sir Brad will be back in a moment. Until then, I think I’ll enjoy this a lot more than you will.”