The RV

The RV

I woke up in the passenger seat of Sir's car. Even though it had been a short drive, I had dozed off without meaning too. Sir had parked the car and was running his fingers through my hair.

"We're here, sleepyhead," he said. I returned his gaze with a sleepy grin. It was early; the sun hadn't risen yet. As I came to my senses, I remembered why we were up so early. We had driven to our friends Louis and Griffon's house, to meet some friends of theirs, and we were all going to a four-day kink event together. It was going to be a pretty intense event, invitation-only. Louis and Griffon had been in the past and knew one of the organizers, so they were able to get us in.

Sir slipped his fingers under my collar and pulled me toward him. He pressed his lips against my forehead, sending electric shivers down my spine.

“Are you excited?” he asked, speaking into my forehead.

I nodded. “Yes Sir. I’ve been looking forward to this for months.” I was also nervous. I wasn’t completely sure what to expect. I’d been told it was going to be more extreme than any event we’d gone to before, to such an extent that Louis recommended I don’t go off by myself while there, it being my first time.

Sir could usually tell when I was holding something back. “If you have second thoughts, just let me know. We don’t have to go. If we do go, we can leave at any time. I don’t care about their rules. We can just get a hotel room and spend the weekend together. That would be just as enjoyable for me. Probably more.” He held my head in his hands and looked into my eyes to make sure I understood. “You promise you’ll tell me if you want to leave?”

“Yes Sir,” I said, nodding again. He kissed my forehead and pulled me in for a hug. I settled onto his shoulder for a bit before he playfully grabbed my sides and tickled me. I liked the feeling and leaned into him more, clinging to him as I giggled. He held my face again and kissed my lips several times. After a few minutes, he pulled away.

“I need to save some of my kisses for later,” he joked. We leaned back in our seats, his hand caressing my bare thigh.

Louis and Griffon came out of their house, and Sir and I got out of the car to greet them. Sir had told me to wear a tank top, tube socks, my jockstrap, a tight pair of shorts, and my leather collar, and the cool morning air felt good on my hairless arms and legs. Louis was a tall, muscular man with olive skin, brown hair and eyes, and a young-looking face. He had a twinkle in his eye that reminded me of a fun uncle. He was a fan of athletic gear, and today he was wearing a compression shirt and shorts. As they approached us, he smiled and gave me a tight, warm hug.

Griffon was an athletic blond twink, slightly taller than me, with a slimmer frame but a good build of toned, lean muscle. Like me, he was wearing his collar, as well as tight shorts and a compression shirt. He was kind of like a big brother or an older cousin to me. I was the baby of the group, being the youngest and only having done kink for a couple of years. Everyone told me, however, that it was impressive how much I had progressed into the lifestyle in a short time. Griffon and I embraced and he ruffled my hair affectionately.

Sir and I first met Louis and Griffon at another convention the previous year, and we really hit it off. Louis was an avid kinkster and Dom who loved bondage, degradation, and keeping his sub in chastity - he and Sir got along great. They shared tons of kink tips, ideas, and stories with each other while Griffon and I serviced them. Louis demonstrated some of his bondage knowledge on me and put me in some of his gear, including a metal chastity belt and a humbler. He was impressed by my cock sucking skills and my willingness to try new kinks. He called me "well-trained," which made me equally proud and horny. It turned out we didn't live that far from each other, so we started visiting their place for sessions and Louis introduced me to all sorts of kinks. He was the first person to ever fist and sound me, and I was addicted instantly. I liked going over there so much that when Sir went away on a business trip, he left me at their place so Louis could "watch me" and "keep me out of trouble"; it was an amazing week of exploring kinks and fantasies I never knew I craved.

Louis was even stricter with me than Sir usually was. He put me on a rigid schedule: Every morning at 6:00 a.m. he woke me up and throat fucked me and fed me his load, after which I did my daily workout. For all my meals, he ground up and blended fibrous vegetables, lean protein, and various vitamins and supplements into a slop, which I had to eat on the floor out of a dog bowl with my hands restrained in leather cuffs behind my back. He always gave me a lot to eat, and if I didn't lick the bowl completely clean, I was punished. After breakfast, I had to get in my "uniform," which consisted of a chastity belt, knee pads, nipple clamps, leather ankle and wrist shackles, a leather collar, and a muzzle with a silicone penis gag, and do chores around his house like clean his bathroom and do laundry. When chores were done, I was allowed to shower, get dressed, and go to work. I had a strict curfew of 6:00 p.m., and I was punished for every minute I was late. When I got back, I'd come in through the back door, discard my clothes, and put on my uniform. Then I would crawl into the house and get into position on all fours with my back arched and nose pressed up against the wall, and stay there until instructed to move. Louis would make me wait a little while, then came up behind me and played with me for a bit, usually spanking me and playing with my hole before taking my muzzle out and making me service him. After a while, he would feed me dinner, then put me in his dungeon stocks and administer my punishments and/or rewards, depending on what kind of boy I had been that day. Often, Griffon would come down with us and Louis would make us play humiliating and uncomfortable games with each other. After a long, intense session, he would give me aftercare and clean me up. In his house, boys weren't allowed to touch their nubs at all, so he would restrain me in a shower chair, remove my chastity belt, and rub me down with shampoo and body wash, then spray me with warm water from the showerhead before rubbing lotion on my balls. Finally, he would put me to bed in a cage with my limbs shackled to the corners, tightly blindfolded and naked except for the chastity belt locked firmly around my nub. This was my routine every day for a week, and it was some of the most fun I'd ever had.

We chatted and caught up with each other for a bit. I asked Griffon about his prior experience at the event. It took place at an old building that used to be a shopping mall, but now all the stores are gone and it’s rented out for different kinds of events. This would be his and Louis’s fourth time going. It started as a small event, but more people came every year. Last year there were about 300 people, and there were expected to be more this year. There were different things people did every year, and the way things worked varied depending on what was going on and who was running what, so he couldn’t tell me exactly what would happen this time. But generally, there were different activities taking place in the different rooms that used to be stores, and you could pick and choose what you wanted to participate in. In previous years, there had been a lot of bondage and impact-related rooms. Some of them had demonstrations going on, while others were just filled with equipment that Doms and subs could use at their own pace. A lot of rooms were all about creating a particular setting or atmosphere, where Doms and subs followed different rules specific to those rooms. For example, there was a room where subs would be put on display and their Doms would be auctioning them off to give blow jobs or let another Dom fuck them, or even “rent” them for a while. Last year, there was a room that was like a kennel for subs, where Doms could leave them bound up in cages and supervised while they went and did other things. There were also rooms designated for sleeping and aftercare. They instated general event-wide rules, mainly for subs, about things like what to wear and how to behave, which were enforced with punishments, but these also varied year-to-year. The most consistent rule was that, once the event started, you couldn’t come back inside if you left. For whatever reason, they didn’t want people coming and going during the event, so the invitations came with a one-way ticket that you couldn’t get back once handed in.

Griffon said the main thing to watch out for were sketchy Doms who would try to get you to do things without informed consent, which is why, due to my lack of experience, the three of them weren’t going to let me do anything unsupervised. That was okay with me. I felt safer that way, as they’d told me stories about subs being coerced into going into rooms where there were no safe words, or being gagged without prior discussion so they couldn’t use their safe word, or Doms just not respecting limits period.

Apparently, there would even be a room with a literal slave auction, where subs would be displayed and their skills would be demonstrated throughout the weekend, providing opportunities for Doms to “try them out,” and at the end, Doms would bid on them to take home, permanently. It surprised me that such a thing actually happened, but supposedly the slaves were all consenting adults, and the proceeds are what kept the event running year after year.

About 15 minutes had gone by when an RV came around the corner and pulled into the driveway. It parked and three people came out. First was a large, domineering man clad completely in leather. He was bald with piercing blue eyes, and he looked at least 6’5” and very strong. He, Louis, and Griffon greeted each other, then he came up to me and Sir and shook both our hands, introducing himself as Sal. I realized this was one of the organizers of the event, who had gotten us our invitations.

The other two hung back by the RV, keeping their eyes on the ground. They were both dressed in leather harnesses, collars, jockstraps, and boots. One of them was broad, beefy, and hairy with bulging muscles. He had black hair in a crew cut, with a thick beard and deep brown eyes. I would’ve guessed he was about 6’ tall. Stretching the front of his leather jockstrap was a huge bulge, noticeably not locked in a cage. Even though he was looking down submissively, he still had a strong presence and a self-assured demeanor. On his arm was tattooed the number 1; Sal introduced him as Slave 1. The other one was shorter, maybe 5’3”, and had a slight build and very boyish features. He was rather skinny, except for his plump, round ass. He had big, brown eyes and a nice mop of wavy brown hair, but was completely hairless below his ears. He was honestly very cute. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought he was a teenager. He seemed to be trying to make himself as small as possible, giving off a shy, more reserved disposition. His jockstrap was pulled up so tight that it almost looked like there was nothing there, though I could make out the outline of a small chastity cage. On his arm, there was a tattoo of the number 2; Sal introduced him as Slave 2.

Sal set a few ground rules before we got in the RV. Boys were required to kneel or crawl at all times and were not to use any furniture. We were not allowed to stand, walk, or sit down unless instructed by a Dom. We were also prohibited from wearing regular clothes. We could wear jockstraps, knee pads, socks, collars, and other kinky and revealing gear as our Doms saw fit. Cutoff t-shirts were acceptable, but under no circumstances could we wear our street clothes while inside, especially not pants or underwear. Finally, we weren't allowed to eat, drink, or use the bathroom without permission. We would be fed plenty of food and water, but we couldn't drink or feed ourselves unless we were told, and we had to ask permission to use the bathroom. Safewords, of course, would be respected, but boys were expected to follow the rules at all times and obey all commands within our limits. Personally, I was excited about the rules. Sir set a lot of similar rules for me at home, because anything demeaning like that made me extremely horny. Meanwhile, Sal's slaves had their own set of rules. They were to be responsible for driving the RV, taking turns at the wheel while the other helped serve the Doms.

I stripped and tucked my clothes into my suitcase, then put on my knee pads. I was already wearing my jockstrap, tube socks, and chain collar. Everything was solid black except my bright red jockstrap. The slaves loaded the baggage into the RV while Sir attached a chain leash to my collar and led me toward the vehicle. Wanting to make a good first impression with Sal, I dropped to my hands and knees before climbing inside.

The interior of the RV was its own dungeon. The main room’s walls were covered in all kinds of gear, toys, and implements, and there were stocks and a fuck bench in the back corners. Hooks and metal rings were bolted to various points of the floor and ceiling. There were also a couple of comfy-looking couches and chairs, a small table, and a mini-fridge. In the back, there was a bathroom with a shower, and another room separated by a curtain.

Slave 1 got us on the road while Sal, Louis, and Sir took their seats on the furniture, and Griffon and I crawled around on all fours, servicing them. Sir led me around by my chain leash while I licked his feet and sucked on his toes, then swapped positions with Griffon and did the same to Louis. While Sir kept me on a leash, Griffon was untethered and given slightly more freedom of movement. It felt so degrading and hot to be of such low status in the hierarchy; even among the subs, I had limited privileges.

Even so, I wasn't the lowest on the totem pole. Slave 2 had changed into a rubber gimp suit and was on his hands and knees under Sal's feet, being used as a footstool. The suit was extremely tight and didn't leave much to the imagination. It clung to all his curves and even conformed to each of his butt cheeks, so you could see the shape of his crack. It covered everything from his head to his fingers and toes. I figured he must be sweating like crazy wearing that. The only parts of his skin that were visible were shown through a hole around his mouth, which was stuffed with a ball gag, and a cutout around his crotch, revealing a locked nub in a tiny cage. He must not have been able to see or hear very well, as the suit's hood covered his eyes and ears.

I was licking in between Louis's toes when Sir tugged me back to his side and let me suck on his balls for a bit before grabbing my hair and pulling my head down on his cock. He had trained my throat well, and now my gag reflex was all but nonexistent. At this point, I could take any cock like a pro, and he loved showing off my well-trained throat around other Doms. Feeling him fill up my oral cavity and block my airways made me feel so obedient and owned. He held it in there for a few seconds before roughly fucking my face. He kept that up for a good ten minutes at least, letting me catch my breath every so often, occasionally pausing his pelvic thrusts and making me do the work, my head bobbing up and down on his shaft obediently while I maintained eye contact with him.

After a while, I could sense Sir was getting close to climax, and I was eager to swallow his sperm. I loved when his cock erupted deep in my throat, shooting ejaculate past my esophagus so I had no choice but to ingest it... even better if he orgasmed in my mouth, so I could taste it before swallowing, or on my face so I could proudly wear his spunk for a while before wiping it off with my fingers and licking them clean. But, Sir decided to pull my head off his dick this time, presumably because he wanted to wait until later to blow his load. He yanked me by the chain toward his face and spit on my face and in my open, drooling mouth before slapping me across my cheeks several times while staring deep into my eyes. After each slap, I said "Thank you Sir" as he had taught me to do.

After watching me serve my Sir so dutifully, Sal decided that he wanted a turn with me. He moved Slave 2 to the back of the room, where he had him get on his knees and restrained him in head, wrist, and ankle stocks, and switched his ball gag out for an o-ring. Sir passed my leash to Sal and went over to Slave 2, where he alternated between fucking his face and paddling his exposed balls. Sal led me over to his chair where he sat down and pushed my face into his boot with his other boot.

I licked all over his boots for several minutes. I was an experienced boot-shiner and worked hard to impress him. Once I had gone over every inch of his boots with my tongue at least twice, he pulled me up by my hair and spit in my face and slapped me, as Sir had done. His hand was bigger though, and he struck with the force of an implement. I was caught by surprise as the whole left side of my face burned for a moment.

He saw that I was a little stunned and rubbed my face. I remembered to say “Thank you Sir,” and he gave a hint of a smile and slapped me again. I took it better this time and said thank you right away. He slapped me a few more times on each side before squeezing my cheeks, forcing my mouth open, and dropping a whole gob of spit inside. I mumbled “Thak oo Suh” as intelligibly as I could while my mouth was immobilized. Then, he took out his cock and pulled my head down on it, and I spent the next 20 minutes deep throating him while he kicked back and let me do all the work. Multiple times, he folded his legs around my head and trapped me down at the base of his cock. I actually choked a few times, something that rarely happened anymore. When he let me come up for air, he would slap me until I went back down.

Once he decided I had sucked his cock long enough, Sal asked Louis if he could have Griffon stand up. He positioned me and Griffon so we were standing in the middle of the room, facing each other. He attached our hands to the ceiling, stretching our arms high above our heads, then blindfolded us, muzzled us, and attached our legs to spreader bars that he chained to the floor so we couldn’t lift our legs. Once we were sufficiently exposed and vulnerable, he shortened the restraints attached to our wrists so that they pulled us up farther and our feet were barely touching the floor. He adorned us with very tight nipple clamps that linked us together, so my left nipple was attached to Griffon’s right, and my right nipple was attached to his left. The chains connecting us were very short, so even the smallest movement from either of us caused a tug on the other’s nipples, eliciting consistent grunts and moans from each of us. Every slight bump in the road made us move around unintentionally and contribute to each other's discomfort.

One of the Doms came up to me and stuck his armpit in my face. I took a big whiff and could tell it was Louis by his scent. I felt him stick small pads on my ass cheeks, thighs, and abs. I knew what that meant: electro torture was coming. I whimpered in anticipation. I was ready to endure whatever he wanted to do to me, and was highly aroused by the humiliation of being subjected to such torment. But estim was one of those things that I hadn't quite gotten used to yet, especially at high intensities, so I couldn't help but be a little bit anxious. He moved around me and gave me a tight hug from behind, gave me gentle kisses on my neck, and called me a good boy. He rubbed my head and instructed me to take a deep breath. Just as I relaxed, he launched into a merciless bout of tickling. He tortured me relentlessly, and either Sal or Sir did the same to Griffon. Louis cycled between tickling me, paddling my ass, and shocking my abs, butt cheeks, and thighs, gradually decorating me with clothespins and flicking them every time he switched activities and turning up the voltage every time he resumed the electro. The bondage was very strenuous, and the torture was intense, on top of which they had me and Griffon writhing around, causing a constant assault on both of our nipples.

After several cycles of torment, Louis added in new implements and ways of torturing me, like belting my back, dripping hot wax all over my body, and squeezing and slapping my balls. This went on for so long that I lost track of time and had no idea how long I'd been suspended there. I was completely lost in the sensations and was beginning to feel exhausted but simultaneously invigorated by all the stimulation.

At least a couple of hours went by, or at least it felt that long, before the torture paused and Griffon and I were left catching our breath. The RV hit a pothole in the road, and our attention was immediately drawn back to the sting of the nipple clamps still latched onto our now very tender nipples. Louis removed the electro pads from my skin and gently ran his hands up and down my sides and back. He gave me gentle kisses on all the places he'd paddled and belted me, gradually moving his lips up and down my body until he worked his way between my ass cheeks. He pushed my cheeks apart and gently probed my hole with his tongue until he worked his way completely inside me. I moaned in ecstasy as he moved in and out, alternating between literally fucking me with his tongue and moving it around in giant circles, slowly opening me up. Few things made me feel as submissive as when a Dom ate out my hole. It was the only form of oral sex a locked sub could receive. It made me feel like I must have done a good job to have earned it.

Louis transitioned from rimming to fingering me with two, then three fingers. I couldn't help but arch my back for him as I anticipated what was coming next. Once I was sufficiently opened up, he wrapped his arms around my waist and slid his entire cock into my warm, wet hole, making me involuntarily moan with pleasure. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear as he fucked me, slowly at first, then gradually faster and rougher, until my whole body was bouncing around from the force of his thrusts. I couldn't help but moan through my muzzle as his superior cock rammed into my prostate over and over. Sal, or Sir - I still wasn't sure who - was fucking Griffon at the same time. Both of our bodies were shaking beyond our control and the clamps were still biting our nipples, which just reminded me of how owned, controlled, used, and submissive I felt, and therefore it gave me pleasure.

Louis started pounding my ass even harder and faster, sending more intense waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I emitted continuous moans that shook in time with his thighs slapping against my ass. His thrusts were so powerful that he kept bouncing my legs forward and my feet were no longer touching the ground. Finally, he reached an intense climax deep inside me, squeezing my waist and spearing my ass like a jackhammer, crying out in pleasure while pumping my rectum full of his hot, thick load. His thrusts gradually slowed down before he shoved his cock deep in my ass one last time, holding it there while he caught his breath. I hung there, sweaty and sore, impaled on his dick with my legs still dangling in the air, trying to catch my breath as well, patiently waiting for him to be finished with me. I felt his still-erect dick pulse inside me as he licked all over and inside my ear, then gave me kisses on my neck.

I could still feel the adrenaline flowing from the whole ordeal, but as things started to wind down, I also felt the warmth and satisfaction of having endured a long, tough session, and making my Doms happy. Louis slid his cock out of my hole, making me a little sad as it left me feeling empty. I wished I could have a dick up inside me 24/7. Louis slapped my ass cheek and jiggled it. “This one’s got a tight hole!” he said. I blushed.

The Doms undid our nipple clamps and roughly ripped off the clothespins as one last mean gesture before letting us out of the restraints. I felt the chains attached to my wrists lengthen and my arms were slowly lowered. Louis unclasped the chains from my leather cuffs and slowly guided my hands down to my sides. He held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance as the spreader bar was unbolted from my ankles. My arms felt like jelly, and my legs started wobbling as I flattened my feet. I wasn’t sure I could stay standing for very long, but he supported me.

Griffon and I were passed back to our own Sirs for aftercare. Even if we’re used by different Doms, it’s better if we get aftercare from our own, because we tend to feel most comfortable around the Doms we’re most familiar with, and they know our individual needs best. I felt Sir wrap me in his arms and pull me in toward his chest. Even though I was still blindfolded, I could tell it was him from his touch and his scent. I immediately felt warm, fuzzy, and safe. I squeezed my arms around him, mostly out of affection, but I was also clinging to him for balance. He patiently led me and my shaky legs over to the fuck bench in the corner, where he laid me down and scraped all the wax off my body with a brush. I thought it was hot how even during aftercare, I was still exposed and vulnerable and wasn’t yet allowed to go on the regular furniture.

Once I was all cleaned off, Sir undid my blindfold so I could once again take in my surroundings. Sal had put out a couple of foam mattresses on the floor and was now helping Slave 2 out of the stocks. He was very gentle with him, taking care to guide him slowly to his feet, holding onto him so he didn’t lose balance. He removed the rubber hood, held his face in his hands, and whispered something in his ear, to which the slave nodded in response. Sal pulled him in for a hug and kissed the top of his head.

Sir scratched my head affectionately before reattaching my leash and helping me off the fuck bench. Louis was cuddling Griffon on one of the mattresses, and Sir led me over to the empty one. He laid down on it and I crawled into his arms. He slowly took out my muzzle, then kissed my forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and lips, and whispered in my ear, “You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you. You’re such a good boy.” My heart swelled with pride and I nuzzled into Sir’s chest. He held me tightly and occasionally rubbed my back and moved his fingers through my hair. 

After we cuddled for about an hour, Slave 1 parked the RV at a rest stop and crawled to the back to get changed. Slave 2 had changed into a jockstrap, socks, and shoes, and Sal was embracing him as he straddled his lap on the sofa. The slave got up and stretched before getting on his hands and knees, and Sal put some food in a dog bowl and pushed his face into it to eat.

After checking in with me and asking if I was ready to get up, to which I enthusiastically nodded, Sir stood up and pulled my leash, leading me to the sofa where he’d sat originally. I crawled behind him, and when he sat down he had me kneel between his legs, facing him with my hands cuffed behind my back. It was time for lunch, and he fed me food out of his hand. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I started eating. My meal was plain, raw lettuce, celery, and radishes, and plain chicken breast. For themselves, the Doms brought sandwiches and healthy snacks that had more flavor, which Sir ate in front of me while he fed me. My food wasn’t the tastiest, but it turned me on how I was degraded and my pleasure was neglected, and the fact that what I was eating was based on Sir’s desires made me feel good.

Sir keeps me on a keto diet at all times. It took us a while to work toward that lifestyle, but it was well worth it, because now my body is a fat-burning machine, thanks to the structure and discipline Sir gave me. I’m very confident in how I look now, so I don’t have to worry about it and can just focus on pleasing Sir. And, Sir is kind to me. He lets me have a treat every once in a while if I’ve been a good boy. I love that he can treat me so strictly and meanly, but is a softie on the inside. It makes me feel like the luckiest boy in the world.

Sir rubbed my head as I chewed and swallowed. Between bites, he took water in his mouth and streamed it into mine, like I was a baby bird. I savor these tender moments with him. I felt so calm, content, and nurtured… and very submissive. The bondage, discipline, and service Sir puts me through is always pleasurable, and often fulfilling, but it’s because of these moments that I would do anything for him. It makes me want to keep submitting to him further and further. 

After a big lunch, Sir took his shirt off and let me stick my nose in his armpits. He knows I like his scent. Sometimes, it’s calming to me during aftercare, and it also works well as an erotic warmup. After a few minutes, he pulled me by my hair over to his chest and had me service his nipples. I took pleasure in feeling his nipples get erect under my tongue. Then, he took his cock out and let me sniff his crotch, and had me suck his balls and lick up and down his shaft.

Slave 1 crawled back into the main room. He had changed into his own gimp suit, which had one large hole between his legs that exposed his cock and ass hole. Sal restrained him tightly onto the fuck bench and put a gas mask on him. Sir handed my leash to Sal, then he, Louis, and Griffon went over to the fuck bench. Louis was going to fist Slave 1 while Griffon serviced Sir and Sir force-fed the slave poppers.

I felt the RV start moving again as Slave 2 pulled out of the rest stop. Sal pulled my leash and led me to a pole that was positioned next to the stocks. It had d-rings attached to metal pieces that could be inserted into holes at different locations on the pole to adjust their height. He attached a huge dildo to the base of the pole. It looked 10” long and thicker than any human cock.

“Sit on that, down to the base. You have 30 seconds. Go.”

Sal started a timer on his phone and I quickly turned around and backed up onto the dildo in a kneeling position. I was hoping my hole would still be open because of the fucking I’d received earlier, but my sphincter was elastic and taut and had already closed back up for the most part. Still, I inched down on the dildo as fast as I could, though it was painful and slow-going without any lube or preparation. I grunted and moaned as I heaved back on the monster, trying to ignore the pain, then started whimpering and whining as the dildo got thicker the farther I went down, stretching me out even more. I was panting and sweating, and had only gotten halfway down when Sal’s phone beeped, and he tsked at me disapprovingly.

“That’s a shame. I thought you might actually do it,” he said. He walked around me and stretched my wrists and ankles back behind me, cuffing them to the restraints attached to the pole. It was an awkward position because the dildo was keeping me from moving all the way back. Sal squirted a generous amount of lube up into my hole and down along the sides of the dildo. Then he came back in front of me, and stomped on my pelvis with his boot, shoving me down further onto the dildo. I yelled out in pain and surprise. The huge, girthy shaft forced my hole open further, and while the lube sped up my descent, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

Sal gave me a minute to dilate. When my breathing returned to normal, he stomped on me again, impaling me further onto the dildo. He did this a few more times until I was finally all the way down. I cried out louder each time, as my ass hole got sorer and sorer and it hurt more each time I was forced down on the toy. I practically screamed on the final thrust. I was dripping with sweat, and tears streamed down my face. Sir was concerned and came over to make sure I was okay. Sal knelt next to me and wiped the sweat and tears off my face. He told me to take deep breaths, to breathe in as he slowly moved his hand up my back, and breath out as he slowly ran it down. Sir held a comforting hand on the back of my neck. The two of them stayed with me for several minutes until I calmed down. When I stopped crying and my breathing was less shaky, Sal asked if I was okay and if I was in pain. I nodded yes to the first question but told him it still hurt. On a scale of 1 to 10, I was at a 6. Having been given a chance to dilate, my butt hole had mostly accepted the dildo and was hurting less, but still sore and pulsing. He said we would wait another 10 minutes. If it felt better, we would continue, but if it was still hurting, he would take me off the dildo and make sure I wasn’t injured. He gave me a tight hug, still rubbing my back, and kissing the top of my damp head. Sir entrusted me to Sal’s care and went back to doing what he was doing with Louis and the other subs.

Sal unlocked my chastity cage and released my nub. It was an odd feeling. I was already naked, but when my cage was removed, I felt more naked. I rarely took it off anymore, so it almost felt like an extension of my body. Sir doesn’t edge me very often, outside of playing with my balls and taint and teasing my nub, often while still in its cage; generally, he prefers to focus more on my ass and mouth. Sal, however, wanted to see how my nub would behave until his hand, which Sir didn’t mind. The slave master was very experienced at teasing subs toward orgasm, holding them on the brink of ejaculation and not letting them go until he decided he wanted to, if at all. Daily milkings were a part of Slave 1’s routine, and Slave 2 was edged without release daily.

Sal blindfolded me and stuffed a ball gag in my mouth, then wrapped a band around the base of my genitals, to help me maintain an erection. Getting hard didn’t come as naturally to me as it once did, as my nub was out of practice. But, with his experienced hands, Sal was able to coax a full erection out of my nub within a few minutes, meager though it was. He cycled between building up the pleasure in my loins, terminating said pleasure with abrupt pain, and then comforting me. He rubbed my balls and nub down with warm oil, then stroked my nub with his thumb and forefinger, slowly and gently at first, then gradually increasing pressure and speed. My balls were so full that it didn’t take much to get me close. I didn’t have to tell him when; he carefully observed my body language and listened to the sounds I was emitting. He was able to deduce exactly how to bring me just a hair closer to climax each time he started pleasuring me. As soon as I felt an orgasm start to build up, he would suddenly twist my nipple around 250 degrees, or pinch it hard between his fingernails, or clamp his teeth down on my abdomen, or slap my balls rapid-fire, or some combination of those things, and I’d be screaming into the gag and squirming around with what limited movement I had while restrained and impaled on the monster dildo. He would sustain the torment for at least 20 to 30 seconds each time before relenting. Then, he would nuzzle my head into his neck, play with my hair, rub my back, and guide me through breathing exercises until I was able to relax. Then, he would start the process all over again. He did this so many times that I lost count. If I wasn’t gagged, I would’ve been begging and pleading for him to let me cum by the time it was over.

After many minutes - maybe even an hour, I wasn’t sure - went by, Sal finally removed my gag and I was extracted from the dildo-pole trap, still oozing precum and desperate for an orgasm. Sal led me to the middle of the room and I knelt on the floor facing the front of the RV. My nub was fully erect, throbbing like it had a mind of its own, dripping precum onto the floor. I hadn’t felt so pent up in a long time. I was going insane thinking about having a nub orgasm for the first time in over a year. Normally I liked being locked and actually preferred being denied. It gave me an almost constant high. I was eager to submit all the time, and sex was so much more enjoyable for both me and Sir. He keeps me locked up 24/7. I can’t get off the “normal” way, but it’s better this way, for us both. Being horny all the time makes me enjoy submitting more, and because of that, I’m willing to take Sir’s cock whenever he wants. Once my boy-cum got all pent up in my balls after several months of chastity with no release, I started having frequent anal orgasms when Sir fucked me. Once this started happening regularly, Sir decided there was no going back. My ass was now my “pussy” - it became my primary sex organ.

Cumming together with Sir is the most amazing feeling. First, my tiny, smooth nub will leak a ton of precum as Sir slams his cock against the walls of my rectum. As I feel myself getting close, I moan, “I’m gonna cum, Sir,” and he’ll rapidly and generously ram his rod into my quivering boy pussy again and again, and soon I’ll squirt my little load as the incredible orgasmic feeling consumes me and Sir simultaneously unloads his superior warm cum inside me. And, because it’s an anal orgasm, I can keep going for as long as Sir wants. Of course, I always eat my load like a good boy, without being told. It’s especially pleasurable for me if my hands are restrained and Sir scoops it off my tummy and feeds it to me. He often has me push his cum out of my ass and eat that, too, just because it’s humiliating for me and amusing to him. Ingesting all of the jizz just exacerbates my horniness - the action, mentally so, and the recycled testosterone, physiologically. It’s a vicious cycle. Thankfully, my anal orgasms do offer some relief, and while Sir occasionally pulls out before I cum just to be mean, I don’t have to ask permission to orgasm that way. Sir finds it hot, watching me quiver and moan and squirt under the influence of his cock, and it makes me that much more enthusiastic to be fucked. More importantly, it emphasizes my role as a submissive pussy boy who can only have anal orgasms.

But, this time, despite my usual preference for anal orgasms, Sal had gotten me so close to orgasm so many times that I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so frustrated, I was ready to do anything to cum.

Sir had turned his attention back to me. I heard him go to the mini-fridge behind me and take something out, but I couldn’t see what it was. He came up behind me and grabbed my hair.

“Do you want to cum, boy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“How badly do you want to cum?”

“So badly, Sir.”

“What will you do to earn an orgasm?”

“Anything, Sir.”

“Will you be a good boy for me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Will you suck my cock and swallow my load?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Will you take your punishments like a good boy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Will you do anything and everything I tell you?”

“Yes Sir.”

He snatched off my blindfold and dropped an ice pack wrapped in a paper towel on the floor in front of me. “You will ice your nub down and lock it back up.”

“Y-yes Sir.”

I wanted to cry from the frustration. I almost protested, but being so horny, ironically, increased my desire to submit, which trumped my desire for release. I wrapped the ice pack around my nub and held it there for a couple of minutes until it became flaccid again, then slipped my chastity cage on and locked it. Sir walked around me and stroked his erect cock right in front of my face.

“Good boy,” he said, then spit in my face and slapped me. “Give me a wiggle.”

I rotated my hips back and forth so my nub swung from side to side. Even the low level of stimulation was tantalizing.

“Good boy,” Sir said, slapping me again, then shoved his cock down my throat. I choked at first because I was caught off guard, but he held my head down and after a moment I relaxed my throat and accepted his dick. He fucked my face for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and jerked off to a big climax. He moaned loudly as several huge shots of cum shot out and landed all over my hairless crotch and my chastity cage. He pushed his cock back against my lips and had me clean it off, then motioned to his load splattered all over my boyhood.

“Eat it,” he commanded. I obediently scooped it up with my fingers and licked off his thick, creamy spunk.

He yanked my head forward and pushed my face into the floor with his foot. “Lick up your precum,” he ordered. I obeyed and sucked up every last drop. While I was hunched over, he spanked me a few times and fondled my ass cheek. I grunted and arched my back for him. “Good boy,” he praised, and wiggled two fingers into my hole. I moaned and spread my legs wider, inviting him to slide his hand deeper.

“Hmm. I think you’re enjoying this a little too much,” he said, and pulled his fingers out.

I whimpered, and he slapped my ass hard. “No whining,” he scolded. “Only good boys get fucked, and good boys don’t complain.”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir,” I acquiesced. He pulled me back upright and showed me his next surprise. He fastened a nine-inch strap-on around my hips and ordered Griffon to get in front of me, facing away from me, with his chest on the ground and ass sticking up. Sir made me fuck Griffon in the ass for 15 straight minutes. It was agonizing and humiliating for us both, and my legs got tired from squatting in the awkward position. Sir spanked me hard on my ass whenever he saw I was dropping the pace. When 15 minutes were up, he had me pull out of Griffon and put me in nipple clamps and my muzzle, shackled my wrists and ankles, and made me kneel in the corner. He moved Griffon over to the fuck bench, where he fucked him hard right in front of me. When he was done, he took out my muzzle so I could lick his dick clean, as well as lick his load off of Griffon’s ass hole as Griffon pushed it out.

Sir decided to take a breather on the couch and handed my leash to Sal, who pulled me over to a reclining chair. He sat back in the chair, unchained my cuffs, and positioned me on top of him with my mouth on his cock and my ass sticking toward his face. He spanked me for a while as I sucked his cock, then pulled me off and had me ride his dick cowgirl style. He tugged on the chain connecting my nipple clamps, making me moan, and ordered me to yell degrading things like “I’m a bitchboy faggot Sir!” and “I love your cock in my pussy Sir!”

Before he came, he pulled me off and made me kneel on the floor in front of him. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, and he shot his load in my mouth and all over my face while I made eye contact with him. He wiped the cum off my face with his hand and fed it to me, and slapped me a few times. Then he ruffled my hair and called me a good boy, making me glow inside.

By then, I was very sweaty and thirsty. Sir called to me and I crawled over to him. He held my head in his hands and spit water into my mouth several times while kissing me. While I was riding Sal’s cock, Louis and Sir had begun administering an intense spanking with implements to Griffon. Griffon was standing with his arms up attached to the ceiling, where Louis had tortured and fucked me that morning. His buttocks were dark red and he had several red marks all over his back. Griffon’s more of a pain pig than me. I don’t like the sensation of pain in and of itself. What I do like is the humiliation of being subjected to torment, the degradation of suffering for another’s pleasure, and the emotional satisfaction of service. Griffon, however, likes the pain itself. He could spend hours tied up just being beaten. He could be screaming in agony and still beg for more.

As Sir switched over to me, Louis switched from a paddle to a cane and hit Griffon’s ass rapid-fire. Griffon cried out in agony and ecstasy, and I winced a little watching him take his beating. I’d taken canings before, but not more than five hits, with lengthy pauses in between. Sir and I are gradually working up to higher reps with different implements as I slowly build up my pain tolerance. At home, he gives me frequent maintenance spankings at random times throughout the week, just to show his Dominance and exercise his control over me. For these, I recently “graduated” from hard open-hand spankings to a paddle, which we now keep hanging in the hall closet. It’s a wooden paddle with holes in it and has my name written on it.

Sometimes I’ll be getting ready for work in the morning, or eating dinner, or doing a chore, and he’ll randomly order me to strip down and bend over the armrest on the sofa. I’ve also gotten spontaneous texts from him telling me to strip down to jock and socks, fetch my paddle, and bring it to whatever room he was in, or wait on my fours in the living room until he came home. I always say “Yes Sir” and do as I’m told. If I take it obediently (or even if I use my safe word - which I rarely need to), he praises me and cuddles me for several minutes before we go back to whatever we were doing.

I feel proud of how, over time, I’ve been able to take more and more. Outside the maintenance spankings, we do impact training every Sunday morning right after breakfast. I start by getting in whatever position Sir wants me, wherever he wants me. I wait there patiently while he gathers the implements he’s going to use. He starts by giving me a hard hand spanking until my cheeks are nice and warmed up, and gradually switches to other implements, like a hairbrush or slipper. He really gets to work on my ass, giving me a predetermined number of reps with each implement. He sets a different number of reps with each implement depending on its intensity. If I can take it, we stay at those numbers for a few weeks, and then slightly increase it. We’ve done this every week for quite some time, and now I can take a lot more than when we started. Like with throat training, it became more enjoyable as I got used to the discomfort, and was able to focus on the pleasure I get from service. Even if I’m near my limit, if Sir just rubs my head and encourages me a little, that gives me strength to endure more. Still, while my tolerance for pain has increased, my appetite for it has not.

Sir stripped naked, then pulled me by the hair and led me to the bathroom. We got in the shower together and he had me give him a tongue bath. I savored my chance to get to lick his balls and taint. Then, he made me take all my clothes off except my chastity cage. “Time for your shower,” he said, and he pissed all over me, making sure I swallowed plenty of it. It was evident that he’d drunk a lot of water that day, as it was very diluted, which I was grateful for. That way, it wasn’t too acidic, so it didn’t bother my sensitive tummy. I was reminded again of what a lucky boy I am. Even when he’s using and abusing me, Sir is still considerate of my needs.

After my golden shower, he turned the actual shower on and we washed each other. He held me against him while he scrubbed my hair with shampoo and conditioner, and spent extra time sticking soapy fingers up my butt. We rubbed each other down head to toe with body wash, and after rinsing off, he had me clean his dick with my mouth for good measure. We left the bathroom and I changed into a fresh jock, knee pads, and socks. Sir cuddled me on the floor mattress for a while. I was sleepy and happy, worn out from all the torment and service, my tummy full of piss and cum. I dozed off in his arms. The next thing I knew, we had stopped at a truck stop and it was time to get up for dinner.

It had been a long day for all of us, and we were able to dial down the kinkiness for a little bit while we got dinner. We changed into our street clothes, though I kept my collar and chastity cage on. We got a nice meal together at a nearby restaurant, and I was able to get to know Sal and the slaves a little better (whose real names were Rob and Alan), as well as get a better sense of what the convention would be like the next day. The event site was within walking distance of where we’d parked, and it was going to follow the same format as previous years, with the different activities happening in different rooms. One new aspect they were going to introduce this time is that there would be a greater difference in accommodations for Doms and subs. The Doms would sleep on beds in rooms with more amenities (private rooms, if they were willing to pay extra), while the subs would sleep in sleeping bags on the floor in the cafeteria. Apparently, the purpose of the separation was to give the Doms and subs a chance to socialize more with each other outside of the kink context and share their experiences.

We headed back to the RV fairly early, as people would start arriving at the convention early the next morning. As I undressed and got ready for bed, I started to get excited. My favorite part of the day is when I get to cuddle up with Sir in bed. I’m addicted to his affection. Even though I’m desperately horny all the time and work to exhaustion to serve him, Sir gives me lots and lots of cuddles every day and I find that reward to be more than satisfying.

As we got in bed, Sir cuffed my hands together. Sometimes, he decides to keep me in some light bondage while we sleep. It’s comforting to me, kind of like how it’s comforting to be wrapped up so tight in a blanket that it restricts your movement. I also like how he decides when I do and don’t sleep in bondage. It’s like a little surprise I get from time to time.

Sir pulled me close and whispered, “Good night, my sweet boy” in my ear.

“Good night Sir,” I whispered back. He kissed my head several times, then spooned me to sleep.