It’s been a little more than two weeks since I went to Sir William’s barn for a good thrashing and fucking. The welts he’d inflicted upon me with the paddle, flogger, and riding crop have pretty much disappeared. Even the little bruises on my toes from the mouse traps had healed up nicely.
I won’t lie, I really enjoyed that session. Sir William was a very experienced Dom and I felt safe with him. He was an expert in rope work. The other aspect of our session that I truly took great pleasure in was how much delight Sir William took from impact play. He used me like a blank canvas. He was an artist at work. He was definitely getting off on it. Seeing him stroking his hard cock while flogging me was truly magnificent.
Since that session, I’ve had time to reflect and I’ve even thought about some other scenarios that would be interesting to try. For example, I thought about asking Jace to unlock me so my penis could experience a good and thorough cock whipping. I thought about other positions to be tied up and bound, a single tail whip to replace the flogger, etc.
So I reached out to Sir William. After all, he did say he hoped I’d come back for another visit. He was interested to know how I was doing mentally and physically after our first session. Convinced I wasn’t psychologically or physically scarred, we settled on a date for session number two.
I had to ask Jace for permission to unlock for the session and he reluctantly agreed on the condition I come to his place afterwards for re-locking.
It had been since mid-November of ‘24 that my cock was free for more than a 15 minute period, only for cleaning every couple of weeks under Jace’s supervision. My dick was so hard the entire ride to the farm. I couldn’t keep my hand off my shorts. If Jace knew, he’d not be too happy about that. I’d forgotten what it felt like to have a real erection. It was so strange. Jace had hammered into my head that only men deserve erections, not faggots. That was part of his pushback to unlock me. He didn’t want me to get any crazy ideas in my head. But I told him that real men wouldn’t willingly submit to another man to get their dick thrashed by another man, and he agreed. I reassured Jace I am nothing but “hole” and had no illusions of reclaiming any form of manhood.
I couldn’t control my boner. I wasn’t wearing a jock either so it was free to tent out and show itself off. Although I’m not huge, there was no hiding it, and in public would have been obscene. I made a mental note to tell Jace about it as a form of humiliation at a future date. I timidly knocked on Sir William’s door and waited for an answer.
When he did come to the door, he was shirtless, his massive hairy chest fully on display. He wore chaps and a leather codpiece, and black boots. Of course, a cigar in his hand.
“Boy, you excited to see me?”
“Yes Sir”
“I can see that”, he said pointing at my crotch.
“Sorry Sir”, I said bashfully.
“No need to be sorry. Let’s see how that dick of yours holds up under scrutiny”.
Sir William brought the cigar to his lips and inhaled and stared at me for a few moments.
I looked away from him, down at the ground.
“Look at me, boy.”
I raised my eyes to face him. I felt like he was scanning me, testing me. I was perspiring.
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to work on you again boy. Don’t you move.”
Sir William went back into the house for a second and returned with that chain link collar and leash from last time. I lowered my neck without instruction and the collar was secured and the leash clipped. Once the collar was around my neck, I immediately fell into a submissive headspace.
Sir William walked me like his pet towards the barn. I watched him take an additional drag on his cigar before opening the door to his dungeon.
“Open your mouth and show me your tongue, boy.”
I did as told and he flicked some cigar ash on my outstretched tongue. It was hot and tasted smokey. I wondered what it would have felt like to have him extinguish the cigar on my tongue.
“Thank you, Sir”, I said as I felt my tongue burn.
There was no acknowledgement for my gratitude. Sir William unhooked the leash and hung it up on a little hook by the door.
“Strip! Everything comes off!”
Sir William placed the cigar in a glass ashtray while i pulled off my shirt.
I must not have stripped fast enough for Sir, he barked at me in frustration.
“Hurry up, boy! Don’t keep me waiting!”
I moved faster and was now standing with my hands at my side, my cock hard as brick pointing upward at an angle.
Sir William took two paces toward me, his hand wrapped around my almost five inch dick and used it as a handle and guided me to the very same spot as last time, in the middle of his play space. Only this time there were two upright cinderblocks for my feet.
“Up you go, boy!”
I mounted the cinderblocks, the bottom of my feet felt their cold and rough surface.
“Chin up, chest out.”
I followed.
“Unlock your knees, cock out, boy!”
Sir William used the palm of his hand to slap my erection hard on its topside and my cock bent and bounced. It didn’t tickle.
“Owww”, I screeched.
“Boy, shut the fuck up! You’re the one who wanted this!”
Another blow, this time his hand made contact with the bottom, flipping my hardon upward. I bit my lip and almost fell off the blocks.
“Now now, watch your step, boy!”
Sir William walked away and returned with a rope. He pulled my balls downward as low as they would extend and created a roped ball stretcher. The rope was tethered to a 15 pound kettle bell which he placed far enough from where I was standing that the tension of the rope was as tight as it could be. That meant if I flinched, I’d yank my balls. My boner was still alive and well. Seriously, it wouldn’t go down and I was wildly turned on by the entire scene.
Sir William walked towards his wall of toys and returned with a vicious looking cat-o-nine tails. He lightly ran the leather tails over my erection and whispered in my ear.
“This is what you craved, isn’t it, boy? You dreamed of me whipping your little dick?”
“Yes Sir”, I whimpered.
“What was that boy?”
“I SAID YES SIR I DREAMED ABOUT YOU WHIPPING MY LITTLE DICK, SIR!”
“That’s right. I know you did, boy. That’s why you’re here. Don’t you worry, I’m gonna see to it that your tiny dick gets what it needs.”
Sir William teased my hard right nipple with his free hand. Twisting it, pinching it, then he placed it in between his teeth and bit down on it.
I cringed, but I didn’t move my feet.
In an instant, Sir William unclenched his jaw, took a step back and brought the leather tails down hard on my rigid cock. It hurt so fucking good. That initial sting made me feel more alive than I’d felt all day.
“Ohhhh thank you, Sir!”
“Did I ask you to thank me, boy?”
“No Sir!”
“Have you forgotten my rules already, boy?”
“No Sir!”
“I think you have. This is the second time you spoke without prompting.”
Sir William struck my cock again and again. It stung on contact and my left foot fell off the block which caused my balls to yank and I bellowed out.
“Ohhhh”
I quickly regrouped and stepped up in position.
“Boy…prove it to me. What are my rules?”
“RULE NUMBER ONE IS TO SPEAK ONLY WHEN YOU TELL ME, SIR! RULE NUMBER TWO IS TO DO AS I’M TOLD, SIR!”
“Very, very good. You know what good boys deserve, don’t you?”
“A REWARD SIR!”
“Yes, exactly!”
With that Sir William expertly whipped my hard shaft with the mini-flogger. I looked downward and watched my cock dance as it endured the mini-flogger attacking it. Sir William whipped it into a frenzy, ensuring the leather tail ends had maximum impact. It was so exquisite. I think I was smiling like some dumb fucking idiot, bringing my hips forward so willingly.
Sir William stopped.
“Fuck boy. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you boy? You like me beating your pathetic dick “
“Yes Sir!”
Sir William used his thumb to collect a pearl of fluid that had dripped from the tip of my cock and stuffed it inside my mouth.
“Hmmm, clearly this cock needs more whipping. You agree, boy, right?”
“YES SIR!”
“Yes Sir, what? Tell me!”
“YES SIR, MY COCK NEEDS MORE WHIPPING, SIR!”
“Yes, it fucking does!”
Sir William walked away and lowered a spreader bar from the ceiling. My wrists were secured and my arms were outstretched on each side with little to no give. He also moved one of the cinderblocks further apart so my legs were spread even wider, my balls hung lower as he moved the kettle bell just another inch or two from where it had been placed. I was an outstretched “X” now, and my cock was still painfully hard like I’d taken a Viagra or something. And yet, extremely stretched out wide, my muscles straining, I still had my dick out, ready, able, and willing.
Sir William returned and once again used only his hand to slap my wanting cock around. Up and down, down and up, side to side, he’d stop and jerk it, taking me close to cumming then ruin my orgasm by beating my cock with his open palm. I felt like I was in some kind of fetish porn movie, like it was Christian Wilde and I was one of his helpless twinks. I was living out one of my deepest sexual fantasies and it was so fucking breathtaking in real life.
Then the whip appeared again. Harder strokes now. Deeply painful focusing on my raging cock.
“You still enjoying this boy?”
“Yes Sir!” I kept my cock out, wanting more!
He went harder still with five more lashes.
“Now?”
“Ohhh fuck, Yes Sir!” The pain was astonishing and beautiful.
I don’t think I’d ever experienced the fine line of pleasure and pain quite like this before. I thought my balls were gonna erupt and at the same time it was extremely painful.
Sir William gave me another thrilling cock whipping, only this time I couldn’t move my head downward to see it, but I sure felt those leather tails making my dick bounce and sway. I thought I was going to cum. My thighs tightened, I was on my toes. Just on the brink, Sir William struck me with the hardest blows yet, and even managed to strike my dangling nuts. I was soooo close to the point of no return but it hurt like a bitch.
“Mercy, Sir! Owwww! PLEASE! I need to cum!” I was aching for release.
Sir William grunted as he acted like he couldn’t hear me and struck me several more times. I fell off the blocks again and this time I thought my balls were gonna tear off my body.
“OWWWWWWW”, my screech could have woken the dead. Another ruined orgasm! I was distraught.
Sir William dropped the cat o nine tails to the ground. He had a sinister look in his eyes as he walked over to the kettle bell and carried it over the spreader bar, gradually lowering it in his hand until the full weight of it was felt in my nut sack. I was in anguish, the reality that Sir William had no intention of letting me cum hit me hard.
“Should I let go, boy?”
“No Sir! Please!”, I was sweating badly and begging.
“No?”
“NO SIR, PLEASE!”
“Why shouldn’t I, boy?”
I hesitated because I wasn’t sure how to answer that question under such duress.
Sir lowered the kettle bell just slightly, dragging my balls along with it.
“Owwwww!”
“Answer me, boy! Why shouldn’t I drop this weight right now!”
“I’ll do anything, Sir! Please! What do you want me to say!”
I was frantic!
“I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHY YOU DESERVE TO KEEP YOUR BALLS YOU STUPID SHIT!”
“Because I need them, Sir!”
“You need them? FOR WHAT?”, he yelled in my ear.
“FOR YOU TO PUNCH THEM, SIR!”
I don’t even know why I said that. I just set myself up pretty badly.
“What a great idea, boy. Only because you insist!”
Sir William kindly unknotted the rope from the kettle bell releasing all the tension from my nuts. Then he unroped them. They were still hanging quite low even after being tied up for the last hour. Sir William grabbed a handful of my low hangers and his other hand punched them with full force with his knuckles.
My feet fell off the blocks and I was swaying in the air feeling like I was going to cum or throw up.
I tried to get my feet back on the blocks but Sir William kept pushing my chest and wouldn’t let me.
I was swinging in the air hanging by my wrists.
Sir ran over to the wall and grabbed the single tail whip which struck my chest.
I yowled loudly.
Sir William found my socks and shoved them inside my mouth and wrapped duct tape around my head to keep me quiet. He worked fast, not wanting to lose his momentum.
Then he pushed me again and I was swaying freely. The tail of that viscous whip wrapped around my torso.
“Keep your head up, boy!”
Another blow to the upper chest. Unlike the flogger, the single tail cut through the outer layer of skin leaving a lash at least five inches long. A follow-up cut through my thigh, and a third to my other ankle.
I reminded myself that this is what I wanted and asked for. I closed my eyes and allowed myself the freedom to feel, to let go, to savor the rush flowing through my veins. I screamed into my smelly socks, the volume muted by them.
Sir William positioned me back on the blocks and inspected his work.
“You’re doing so well, boy. Show me that ass, stick it out and proud for me.”
I willingly arched my hip back and knew what was coming. The whip bit me in the ass thrice, my left foot lost balance and was punished with two more that crossed both butt cheeks.
“Up on the blocks, boy!”
I thought about the little mouse traps that were on the ground last time and was grateful they didn’t make an appearance this time.
After I steadied myself, I expected I’d be taking back blows. Sir William had other plans.
A small plastic container was in his hands. He reached in with one of them and threw metal thumbtacks all around my feet.
“This is much better, right boy?”
“Thir! Pleathe!”, I begged with a muffled mouth.
“Boy, I asked you to keep those fuckin’ feet planted in those blocks. Did you do that?”
“No Thir!
“Your sorry ass failed! Now you pay the price. Try harder! Have some pride, boy! Show me who you are!”
Now Sir William was criss-crossing my back and my eyes were watering. My dick finally lost its erection by this point. I hunched over, my body weight carried by my wrists. A severe blow to my back caused my right foot to fall and land in an upright tack that impaled into my heel.
“Owwwwwww fuuuccck!”, I screamed into the gag, my eyes completely bulging out.
Another blow to the back of my thighs.
“Back up you go boy!”, Sir William wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me back on the blocks.
Three more hits to my thighs, three more to the ass, 7 more to my back, I was now uncontrollably sobbing. It wasn’t from the pain, it was from the ecstasy. I felt like my body was floating, my nerve endings were alive, I was literally buzzing. Every single loud snap to my flesh echoed in the room and took me to nirvana.
Sir William dropped the whip to the ground. He hugged my welted body tenderly. I was learning that Sir William was definitely one of the most sadistic men I’ve ever played with, but he had a soft side, too.
“Such a good boy. You did so good, boy.”
Sir William caressed me and wiped away my tears with his fingers. Then he pulled the tape off my face and my socks fell to the floor when I opened my mouth.
Sir William walked away and brought a first aid kit over to me and a chair. He sat in the chair and raised my foot to his lap. He pried the tack out and washed the small prick with peroxide before placing a bandage strip on it. Then he finally released my wrists and helped me to place my feet on the ground not letting go until I was standing on my own two feet on balance.
Sir William once again circled around me, inspecting me. A few spots required minor treatment. There were a couple of lacerations that broke skin on my backside and my back.
“Very impressive boy. You have a high pain tolerance. So much fun to work with.”
I wanted to thank him, but bit my tongue.
Sir William walked over to grab the leash and returned. He clipped me.
“Hands and knees boy!”
He walked me like a dog over to a small metal dog dish and poured some water into it.
“Drink up, boy”
Sir William hunched over me and watched as I lapped up the water with my tongue. My face was drenched by the time I’d almost drained the bowl. It was somewhat humiliating having him watch me quench my thirst like this, but he was acting as if this was a usual thing for him to witness.
“Good boy. Now that you’re properly hydrated, let’s put that mouth to good use.”
I crawled behind Sir William over to the stocks. It looked quite intimidating. I’d never seen anything like it. Once unleashed, my arms and legs were placed and locked into the wooden holes, and my head was next. This was wild, a head trip for sure.
“Open your mouth, boy!”
A metal mouth spreader was inserted and it had a wide “O” in the center. There was no way to close my jaw as it was stretched wide open. I’ve worn “O” ring gags before, but this one was by far the biggest.
Sir pulled his cock from the cod piece covering it and placed the head of his cock right through the hole. He stopped half way, gripped the sides of my head and plunged the rest in. A pool of drool poured down my chin. I know I’ve thought of myself as a hole before, but this took it to a next level.
Sir William used my throat, thrusting his cock into my mouth hole like a battering ram. No mercy as I gagged and choked, no ability to move away, to protest, immobilized, an honest to god cock receptacle.
Sir increased the tension of his grip on my face and he started to shout out at me.
“Take my fucking dick, boy! I know you like me using your mouth ditch! Drooling over my cock! I’m gonna cum right down your fuckin’ throat, boy! Yeah boy! Here it comes. Fucking giving you my fuckin’ seed boy! Ohhhhh fuuuuucckkk!”Fuuuuuckk boy! Ohhh yeah! Ohhhhhh fuuuucck”
I felt shots of jizz hit the back of my uvula and tonsils and some just flew right down my esophagus. Sir William grabbed hold of my head like a possession while releasing his pent up seed.
When the frenzy was over, he pulled out and removed the mouth gag.
I swallowed and flexed my jaw.
Sir William walked away and grabbed his phone. He took several photos of me front and back, then showed them to me. I was impressed with the “decorations”he’d painted on my back, and the front photos made me look so helpless and at the same time, willing.
Then the locks came off and I was assisted to stand up once again, and swiftly leashed by the collar.
Once we made it to where my clothes were in a pile on the floor, I was permitted to walk and we made it back to his house.
The leash and the collar were removed.
“Until next time, boy.”
Sir William simply opened his door, went inside and closed it. I stood there like an idiot, naked with a pile of clothes in my hands.
I quickly dressed and texted Jace.
“I’m ready”, I wrote.
“Did you cum?”
“No, almost”
“Good. Come now!”
I drove to Jace’s and parked.
I opened his door and he was sitting in the living room watching basketball.
“Let’s see”
I pulled off my shirt and showed Jace my back and chest.
He whistled, then said, “Damn, he did you good, hole. Let’s see your ass.”
I pulled my shorts down and my cock was stiffening.
I turned around and bent over.
“That ass is wrecked, hole! How do you feel?”
“I feel great!”
“Of course you would say that. You really are a twisted sick motherfucker. Let’s see your worthless dick.”
I turned around and I noticed it was bruised from all the whipping.
“Damn, holy fuck! Look at that! It’s fucking purple! What the fuck did he do to your dick, hole?”
“He whipped it!”
“Fuck!! And you liked it?”
“YES!”, I said enthusiastically.
“Unbelievable! Who would want this? You’re so fucking perverted!”
My dick hardened hearing him describe me as such.
Jace wet his hand with his tongue and wrapped it around my small dick. He made me even harder.
“I’m gonna cum, oh fuck!”, I whimpered.
Jace slammed his hand on my hard shaft ruining my chance to climax.
“Ohhhh fuck! I’m so close!! Please!”
“No fucking way! Holes don’t cum this way! We need to get that dick back in its cage now! Bring me some ice and get me a beer while your at it.”
I brought back a small handful of ice cubes and set the beer down on the side table.
“What are you waiting for?”
“What do you want be to do?”, I asked stupidly.
“You are so fucking dumb! Put the ice on your balls, hole! We gotta shrink that thing you call a dick!”
I reluctantly brought the ice to my balls and watched my cock shrivel.
Jace pulled my cage and key out from the drawer in the side table and there was a tube of cage cream.
I smeared some over my cock and the inside of the cage as he watched.
I placed the cock ring around my sore and swollen balls and then put my damaged shaft into the sheath. Jace put the cylinder of the lock into the device and turned the key. Then he put the set of keys back in the drawer.
His hand tugged on the cage to ensure it was snug and secure.
“That’s so much better. You don’t need this thing!”
He smacked it hard with his open hand.
I swallowed hard, deprived of cumming multiple times that night.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me, hole!”
“I didn’t get to cum.”
“Nope. You didn’t. Not my problem though, is it hole?”
“No”
“Did he fuck you?”
“No”
“Did he cum?”
“In my mouth”
“You swallowed?”
“Yes”
“Fucking pig!”
“Yes”
“Want another load?”
“Yes please!”
“Like you had a choice. On your knees, hole!”
Jace stood up and jerked off over my face.
“Stick your tongue out, hole”
The head of Jace’s beautiful dick slapped my tongue and then he let it rest there while he continued jerking.
“You want my load’, hole?”
“Yeth, pleath”, I managed to say with a large dick attached to my tongue.
“Well, here it fucking comes! Fuuucckk, grrrrrr, grrrrrrr, ahhhhhhh!”
Jace sprayed my tongue with jizz and I wrapped my lips around his shaft, drinking his baby maker’s down like a meal.
Jace wiped his cock on my cheek after he pulled out. I could feel a streak of cum spread across my cheek but dared not wipe it.
“Good night, hole”, Jace said dismissively.
I put my shirt back on and left his place.
On the drive home the wounds all over my body began to hurt a little more. When I got home, I lit a joint to help alleviate the pain. Once the buzz kicked in I was tired. I stripped and picked up a used jock from my bedroom floor, put it on, crawled under the bed sheet and went to sleep.
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