I drove up to the address Connor had given me. It was a house at the end of a road in one of the more upscale suburbs in the city. I whistled as I pulled up. For a single twenty-six-year-old, Connor was doing well for himself, it seemed. It was a big house, with a garage for three cars, though only one was parked outside at the moment. And the pictures he’d sent me of his playroom were impressive, damn. He had to be a trust-fund baby or tech-bro. It didn’t matter to me. I was here to dominate his ass, not his assets.
I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Connor opened the door. I was relieved to see that his looks matched the pictures he’d sent me. He was a five-foot-five twunk with piercing blue eyes and bleach-blond hair, the sides shaved and leaving a spiky hawk running down to his neck. He had one of those tiny nose rings that hugged the nostril tightly. A white t-shirt clung to his chest and I could clearly see the leather harness he was wearing underneath, and the studs of his pierced nipples nearly poked through the fabric. His gray sweatpants revealed nothing of what was underneath, except for a small dark stain of precum in his crotch.
I noted the studded leather collar he wore and frowned. In the more old-school BDSM circles, collars signified ownership in a steady dom-sub relationship. Connor said he was single. Of course we were both way younger than any of those old-school types. So he probably just thought collars were sexy. So did I, for that matter.
I smiled at him. “Hey, you’re Connor, right? From the app?” I always make sure. Just because he matched the pictures I received, didn’t mean he had been the one to send them.
He nodded. “Yes… Sir?”
I turned up my chin and looked down at him. I had a good six inches in height on him, so it wasn’t hard to do. “Sir is right, boy.” I heard him gasp a little and noted a blush in his cheeks. Good, he was into me as well then. “Now then, do you want to start right away, or have a drink and talk things through first?”
He bit his lower lip in a way that drove me crazy. “I think we talked enough on the app, let’s get into it, Sir.”
“Good choice. Now, safety first, what’s your safeword?”
He responded instantly. “Tag.” Good, he’d given it thought ahead of time then.
“Okay boy, from this moment until either you say ‘red’, or I say I’m done with you, you will call me Sir, and you do as I say, got it?”
He nodded eagerly, then he put his hands behind his back and looked down. “Yes Sir.”
“Take those clothes off. It’s indecent for a slave to be dressed in front of the master.”
“Yes Sir!” He started pulling up his t-shirt, revealing his hairless abs. I noted a small tribal tattoo wrapped around his upper left arm. You don’t see those very often in guys our age. I thought they were more of a millennial thing.
The t-shirt dropped to the floor. Connor's hands hovered over the waistband of his sweats. He hesitated for a moment, but at a small nod from me, he pulled on them and they flew apart. Stripper pants, clever. I grumbled approvingly. “Hmm, clever boy. Saves you hopping around getting the pants around your feet.”
“Thank you Sir.” His feet were bare, another time- and clumsiness saver. This guy might be more experienced than me at this.
“Now, stand at attention. Let me get a good look at you, boy.” I said, mustering every bit of command four years of ROTC had taught me. Connor stood at attention, his arms behind his back again, legs slightly spread.
I walked behind him, cupped his perfectly formed buttocks in my hands. I noted with approval that he was plugged, as instructed. I teased it with my index finger, holding his ass with the other hand and feeling it clench as he reacted.
I leaned in close, my leather jacket pressing up against his naked back. I ground against his buttocks with my pants and wrapped my arms around his chest. I gently teased his nipples with both hands and was rewarded with a quiver. He had mentioned he had sensitive nipples, and I intended to make full use of that knowledge during our session.
Lowering my hands, I reached his groin. His pubic hair was completely shaved, not my preference, but it did make the chastity cage he was wearing a lot more comfortable.
I released him and moved around to face him. “How long have you had the cage on, boy?”
He looked up at me, his face even more flush than before. “Seven days, Sir.”
I moved my head side to side. “Not great, but not bad either. Let’s see if you can earn a break today. Where’s the key?”
He nodded to a shelf by the coatrack. A small metal key on a silver chain hung from a peg below the shelf. I took the chain and put it around my neck. I held up the key in front of his face. “See this, boy? This is your dick.” I tucked the key inside my jacket. “It belongs to me now, just like the rest of you.” I put my hand around his balls and squeezed lightly. “Without a dick, you’re just holes, fit only to please me as I see fit. Understand boy?”
He nodded, sweat forming on his forehead. I could feel precum dripping down from his cage to the hand grasping his nuts. I smiled. “Good. If you serve me well, I’ll return your dick before I go, and maybe even let you play with it.”
“Thank you Sir! I won’t disappoint you, Sir!” Connor near-shouted in military fashion.
“Get on your knees. I want to test out my new hole.” He was down on the floor faster than I could blink. A well-trained boy indeed. If this went further than just today, I’d have to find his old dom and send him a thank-you note.
With casual slowness I undid my zipper. Watching Connor had gotten me fully erect already, so pulling it without hurting myself on the zipper out took a moment. The moment all six girthy inches of my dick flopped out, Connor's head started moving forward, mouth opening. I kept my hand on my dick, pointing it up and said “Stop.”
He stopped and leaned back. He looked up at me with those blue eyes giving you exactly the look you want from somebody sucking your dick; hunger and eagerness to please.
“Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue.” I told him. He complied, closing his eyes as well. I placed the tip of my dick on his tongue, moving it around to give him a good taste of my precum. Then I released my grip and let it rest there.
I put my other hand on the back of his head. “Now you can suck. And use your whole throat, boy.” Connor did not have to be told twice. He swallowed my hog in an instant. I had my hand ready to push him onto it, but there was no need, he went straight for the deep throat.
I let him go on for a few minutes before finally forcing myself to stop him. If I let him go on like that, I’d cum right there and then, and I had so much more I wanted to do with that boy before letting that happen.
I patted his head then tilted it up to look at his spittle-covered chin. “Good boy, very good boy. It’s been a while since I had a blowjob that enthusiastic." I could see a little puddle of precum on the tiles between his legs.
“Thank you, Sir, I live to please my master.” I used my hand to wipe his chin and wiped it on my pants.
“Well said. How about you show me this playroom of yours, and we can get started for real?”
He led me down the stairs into a basement that looked to span the entire size of the house above. We passed a glass wall separating us from an indoor pool. I whistled. “Damn boy, you’re living the life here.”
He looked back at me and smiled mischievously. “I’m doing pretty well, yeah. Ehm Sir.” He quickly looked down.
At the end of the hall was a black door with a red frame. Connor opened it. Behind it was a playroom you’d normally see only in the most premium of pornos. Two slings, a St. Andrews cross, a sybian, an entire wall covered in everything from dozens of dildos arranged by size, hoods, harnesses, whips, crops, and every sex toy for men you could imagine.
Around the corner toward the pool we had passed I could see a group shower and hot tub through glass walls.
To my embarrassment, I let my dom facade slip for a moment as I stood gaping at the playroom. Connor had sent me pictures, but seeing it in real life was something else entirely. I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure where to start, it’s honestly a little overwhelming.”
Connor smiled. “If I may, Sir. Why don’t we set the mood and start by getting you a little more comfortable.”
“Fair point.” I looked down, my dick was still hanging out, but I hadn’t actually taken off anything yet. Connor turned on some music and techno beats reverberated through the playroom. I started to shrug out of my leather jacket, and Connor stepped forward. “Please, Sir, let me help.”
For a moment I considered telling him to stay put and watch, but that felt too much like me putting on a strip tease for him and would undermine the dom-sub dynamic. So I let him take my clothes as I took them off and had him fold them neatly. A nice contrast for how his clothes had been discarded on the floor at the front door.
I had my own old trusty bulldog harness on, and a new pair of leather chaps shorts, open in the front and back, the black leather nicely framing the goods now that my jeans were off.
Connor was leaning suggestively on the nearest sling, eyeing my cock with ravenous hunger. Three steps took me to him, and I grabbed his jaw in one hand, kissing him urgently. He responded instantly, his tongue darting into my mouth, entangling with mine.
I worked my way down his neck and took a deep breath. He smelled of lavender. He’d work up a musk soon enough though. Just when I got down to his nipples, I gave his left nipple one flick of my tongue before backing away.
A flash of disappointment crossed his face, but it vanished when he saw my ravenous smile. “Get in the sling, slut.” I told him. He hopped in the sling with practiced ease, and within moments I was fastening the built-in arm and leg restraints. I loved fucking a restrained bottom and watching him squirm, and Connor looked like a squirmer.
I was about to tease the plug from Connor's ass, when I looked up at the wall of toys and had a thought. I walked over to the wall and picked out a ballgag. I moved to the sling and stood over Connor's head. I put my dick on his forehead, taunting him with it. He stuck out his tongue, trying to get at it, but it was just out of reach.
“I’m done with this hole for now.” I said as I placed the ballgag in his mouth. He looked up at me with those blue eyes of his, filled with eagerness and something I couldn’t quite place. “Yesh Swer, twank yuu swer.” He mouthed around the ballgag.
I whispered to him. “Remember, if you can’t say your safeword, shake your head repeatedly.”
A quick nod and a “Yesh Swer” followed.
I moved back to the other side of the sling and teased out the plug keeping Connor loose for me. It came out easily and I probed him with a finger, a second finger followed. He must have used silicone lubricant because he was still well lubed up. No matter, there was no such thing as too much lube. I got a generous squirt of it from a dispenser conveniently positioned next to the sling and applied it directly to my cock.
Connor and I had exchanged screenshots of recent STD test results and PrEP prescriptions on the app, so we had agreed on going bare. I put one hand on his stomach and used my other hand to guide me into his welcoming hole. A sharp intake of breath from Connor was quickly followed by a muffled moan of pleasure as I slowly entered him.
I kept pushing in, grabbing hold of his legs to pull him towards me. When he had finally engulfed the entirety of my throbbing cock, I held it there, enjoying the sensation and trying to hear Connor's moans over the music.
Suddenly, two sets of hands grabbed my arms. Before I could react, they twisted my arms behind my back and held them there. I heard the unmistakable ripping sound of a zip-tie being pulled right before the plastic bit into my wrists.
“What the fuck!” I yelled, trying to twist around to see who the hell was holding me. Whoever they were, they had my arms in a vice, and they weren’t wearing much, if anything. I could feel their body hair against my back, and an erect penis against each of my upper thighs.
My captors shifted, so that there was only one hand on each arm and a man stepped out from behind me. He looked to be in his forties, a well-toned physique and thick dark hair that was turning gray at his temples. He stopped for a moment and looked me up and down. His nose was pierced with a thick septum ring, like on a bull. The ring hung over a trimmed goatee, graying like his hair. His upper right arm and shoulder were covered in a tribal tattoo sleeve, matching Connor's design, but far more extensive. Then I noticed his dick. It was somewhere between a can of Red Bull and two stacked Coke cans, probably eight inches long and thick with it. The length was padded by a Prince Albert piercing that seemed to match his nose ring in thickness.
Without saying a word, he went to Connor. Gently he undid the ballgag before releasing the restraints keeping Connor in place.
After working his jaw for a moment, Connor hopped out of the sling and faced me. I struggled again, trying to get free, but whoever was still behind me had uncanny strength. Connor smirked up at me and just said, “Tag.” Then he poked my chest with his index finger, “You’re it.”
The man behind me pulled in closer as I struggled, and I felt his dick ride between my buttcheeks as a result. Panic washed over me. I hadn’t bottomed since college. Yet behind the fear I felt, desire? I shook myself again, to clear my head as much as to try and get loose. “Connor what the fuck is this? Who are these guys?”
Connor looked up at the bull-ringed man, who gave him a paternal nod. “This is Master,” he indicated the man in front of me, who I was starting to think of as ‘Bull’ now. “And behind you is Sir. They are my real owners. They tasked me with finding them a new sub to join our household. But, they don’t just want any sub. They want a dom that they can break into being their sub. So, I found you for them.”
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out as I tried to process what Connor had just said. Finally I managed to sputter, “You can’t fucking do that. We had an agreement.”
Connor came up to me, stood on his toes and licked my face. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s fun being a sub in this house. You’ve barely seen any of the amenities, and I know you like the playroom. And, if you’re a good boy for Master and Sir, maybe they’ll even let you fuck me sometimes.” He gave me a wicked grin at that last part. “The sooner you submit, the more fun we can have.”
Anger flooded me and I tried to tear free with renewed fury. The man behind me now fully wrapped his arms around me. I could smell his sweat, and felt his dick ride up between my cheeks. He was taller than me and his breath was in my ear. “Struggle for daddy, boy. That really gets me going.” He whispered in my ear in a gravelly voice.
Bull was shaking his head with a disappointed look. He turned to Connor, “Get the training collar, Boy. It looks like you picked a feisty one, well done.”
Connor went to the wall of toys and picked up a particularly wide leather collar. Instead of the usual metal studs, it had a black box of some sort attached to it in the front. Before he returned though, he stopped and applied some kind of gel to the inside of the collar. Connor handed the collar to Bull, who stepped forward and placed it around my neck. The gel was cold, but nowhere near as cold as the fear that was settling into my stomach.
When Bull had fastened the collar in place, he clicked a small lock into place around the buckle. He held my face in one of his large hands, squeezing hard. With his other hand he held up a small remote of some sort. “Listen here, in a moment, Sir is going to let you go. If you do anything stupid, or anything at all without being told to, I’m going to push this button and that collar is going to zap your ass. Nod if you understand me.”
I nodded. The moment I did, the arms wrapped around my chest released and the person behind me backed off. In the corner of my eyes I could see the door I had entered through. I started running for it.
“For fuck’s sake,” came bull’s voice behind me, right before a lightning bolt struck me and my knees buckled. With my arms still zip-tied behind me, I fell face forward onto the floor. My still-erect penis was folded painfully down under my weight, as I laid on the ground twitching.
“Shit, I still had it turned up from last week’s session.” I heard Bull say as stars filled my vision. Connor and the other man pulled me up again. I finally got a good look at this ‘Sir’. His age was somewhere between Connor and Bull, he looked to be of Latino descent and his dark full hair still had its lustre. His face had a trimmed beard and his ears shone with a dozen bright metal studs. Thick body hair covered his chest and he had the most extensive tribal tattoos of the three, covering his right arm, a diagonal slash across his chest, and then continuing down his left leg.
The only articles of clothing on him I could see were a leather strap around his left arm, and a thick metal cockring girdling his decently sized dick and balls. Absolutely refusing to call him ‘Sir’, even in my mind, I labelled him ‘Tat’.
Bull strode up to me and delivered a backhanded slap across my face. Hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to injure, like a well-trained dom. “That was foolish, slave. Just for that, you’ve lost your dick privileges for today.”
He looked down and grabbed my dick. It was still fully erect. It was one of my special skills, once I got hard, I would stay hard until I came. I had told Connor about it too.
“Hmm, yeah we all read your messages to our boy. So I know the only way to get that dick of yours limp enough to cage is to drain it. So that’s what we’re going to do. But first, let's get you cleaned out.”
Tat pointed at the shower. “March, boy. If you don’t get to that shower yourself, Master will zap you again and I’ll drag you there by your balls.”
I dropped my head and reluctantly started walking to the shower. Connor and Tat lubed up a shower shot and rammed it up my ass to clean me out. Bull stood by, remote in his hand. I wondered if he really would use it while I was in the shower, wouldn’t the water conduct the charge to the others?
It took a while for the water to run clear. I’m a dom top, I don’t watch my diet for bottoming. I watch my diet to look good, which means lots of protein. Finally though, Tat declared “That’s enough for now. Boy, dry him off.”
Connor brought out a large fluffy black tower and started rubbing me down. He glanced over his shoulder to see if either of the other men were watching, and when they looked away, he took a quick lick at my glans, sucking off the drop of precum that had formed there.
Tat returned and hooked a long chain to my collar. He yanked it to get me to follow and I stumbled after him. Bull was on the King-size bed with the black satin sheets, Connor between his legs, servicing his cock with the same gusto as he had shown for mine.
Tat stopped and I almost walked into him because I was distracted by Bull and Connor. Tat reached for my left nipple and twisted. “Fuck, ow!”
“You only pay attention to the dom that’s currently using you, slave!” He gestured at the bed. “They don’t exist for you right now. I’m the one holding your leash, so right now, I’m your entire universe. Got that?”
I made a face and nodded sullenly. Tat glowered at me. “I asked, got that?”
Through clenched teeth, I said “Yes.”
Tat looked over at Bull, “Master, if you would.”
Bull stroked Connor's head as the boy devoured his dick, but his other hand fumbled for the remote. Before he found it, I quickly said “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Tat gave me a gloating smile. “Good slave. You’re learning. But you still need to be punished for your insolence.”
I caught sight of Bull smiling as he pressed the button and my knees went out again. This time the charge wasn’t as high as before, and I merely landed in a kneeling position. Landing on my knees didn’t hurt as much as I had expected and I looked down. Between my legs was the Sybian, with a padded rubber mat around it.
“Stay.” Tat said as he walked back to the toy wall. I squirmed and looked around, but I saw Bull watching me like a hawk, remote still in his hand, so I decided to stay put for now.
Tat came back with his arms full. He laid out the items on a nearby table. A gag of some sort, with a hose and pump bag connected to it. Leather restraints. A heavy leather blindfold. There was a set of headphones, and lastly some sort of fleshlight, though it had controls, so it was more advanced than the types I had used in the past.
He used a set of pliers to remove the zip-tie holding my hands behind me, but he quickly replaced them with the leather restraints, leaving me no better off, though slightly more comfortable.
Next he put the blindfold on me. Not a sliver of light made it to my eyes. Complete darkness surrounded me and I tried to focus on my other senses. The techno music still filled the playroom, overwhelming my hearing unless someone spoke directly at me, like Tat did when he said “Open your mouth, hole!”
Apparently I hesitated too long before opening my mouth, because a shock ran through my body and I sank lower to the ground. I expected to land on the Sybian, however something poked at my anus first, causing me to recoil upwards. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like some kind of dildo or butt plug was attached to the Sybian and sooner or later I was probably going to have to get on it.
I opened my mouth and something was pushed in and covered my whole mouth. I could smell a mix of leather and rubber. I felt the straps being tightened behind my head and once they were secure, there was a repeated whooshing sound. Whatever had been pushed into my mouth started expanding, inflating. Within moments it filled my entire mouth, even pushing my jaws open and extending to the back of my throat making me gag a little. I tried to speak, but my tongue was fully immobilized by the balloon and I could only make muffled “mmmm” sounds.
I felt the warmth of something close to my face and as Tat spoke, his spiced breath hit me. “That’s one less hole for you to worry about, slave. And you don’t get a safeword. You have to earn that privilege.”
A hand reached into my ass, rubbing something cold there. Fingers probed me, probably applying more of what had to be lube. My breath quivered. I could no longer tell if it was fear or anticipation. Hands pressed on my shoulders. “Down.” Commanded Tat. Reluctantly I complied, slowly lowering myself onto the Sybian and whatever anal toy awaited me there.
When the tip of the toy hit me, Tat suddenly pushed down, hard, forcing the plug into me in one go. I yelped as loud as I could around the gag, but after a moment I realized the toy wasn’t as big as I feared. I shifted my weight, adjusting my angle. This wasn’t that bad, actually.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, slut?” Tat said mockingly. I remained silent, I had no choice.
Something was placed over my dick, it felt cold and wet, but soft. Tat spoke into my ear. “I’m going to turn on the Sybian and the milker now and shut off your hearing. I want you to cum as fast as you can, you hear me? If you’re not shooting jizz in five minutes, I’m going to have Master shock you every thirty seconds, turning up the voltage every time.”
I nodded. Headphones were placed over my head and the world went silent. All I could hear was the sound of my blood rushing through my ears. Then a rumble started underneath me. It filled me, shot jolts of pleasure up from my ass. Seconds later the milker started and I felt like I was getting a handjob from a dozen people at once.
I sat there on my knees, rocking back and forth, enjoying the stimulation despite the dire circumstances. With my sensory input so limited, I had no real concept of the passage of time. A shock surged through my body. Time was up, it seemed. I tried to yell through the gag, to beg for mercy, for more time. Only muffled noises came out, unrecognizable as words, not that I expected them to make a difference.
I sucked in a sharp breath though my nose and tried to focus on my dick, tried to will myself to cum. With my hands behind my back there was nothing physical I could do to help it along.
A second shock hit me. This one hadn’t come from my neck though. Something had tapped my nutsack and lightning erupted from the point of contact. While pain surged through my body, my groin tingled in a way I had never experienced before. A moan of pleasure burst from my throat, the tone unmistakable even through the gag.
Even without being able to see or hear, I could imagine their response to my reaction. They were probably laughing at me. Look at the fake dom, enjoying the e-stim like a good little sub.
I scowled at the thought of their mockery. I knew they couldn’t see it through the blindfold, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t theirs. I could still control myself. I started to try and rise from the Sybian when the third shock arrived. Again they escalated. This shock was stronger and they applied it directly to the base of my dick, right below the milker. My back arched back as I screamed, moaned, and an orgasm more powerful than any I had experienced before erupted from me.
When the final spasm of ejaculating passed, the Sybian’s rumble continued, and the milker kept relentlessly stimulating my cock. Like after any orgasm, my dick was rapidly becoming very sensitive. The milker didn’t care.
Unable to see, to hear, I completely forgot about the plug vibrating away in my ass. My world narrowed down to my cock and the relentless mechanical stroking it was being subjected to. I did the only thing I could, I moaned in increasing panic.
They had to know I had come already. They were watching me squirm for their own pleasure, the sadistic bastards. Or had they left? Gone off to play with Connor while I writhe here in agony. I tried to take deep breaths, but the merciless stimulation made my breath shudder. I could feel tears building up inside the confines of the blindfold. No, one of them just rammed a cattle prod into my dick. He was there, watching me suffer.
Finally, the rumble of the Sybian died and the milker was yanked off my dick. I wanted to suck down a breath in relief, but the inflated gag blocked my throat. I could only inhale sharply through my nose. It didn’t feel like nearly enough oxygen was getting through. I was getting light-headed.
Finally the headphones were lifted off my head, but the blindfold and gag stayed in place. “Took you long enough, boy.” Tat said close to my ear. I felt a yank on the chain pulling me up, but I felt dizzy and when I tried to rise my knees were wobbly. I nearly fell over but arms caught me. I got a whiff of Connor's lavender scent. I felt unreasonably relieved that it had been Connor who caught me, and not Bull or Tat. Connor had betrayed me, but he wasn’t the one pulling the strings.
I wished I’d had the restraint to start our session with some spanking or something that would make it feel like we were remotely even for what was happening to me. But I’d only gotten to fuck him and just for one stroke.
“Hold him steady boy.” Tat told Connor. He slapped my dick, hard. It had been slowly getting soft since the milker was taken off, but apparently that wasn’t fast enough for Tat. The sharp pain made me go limp even faster. I’m a dom, I like inflicting pain, not taking it. Though I did cum from that electric shock, hadn’t I?
Something rough and cold wiped at my dick, getting rid of the mix of jizz and lube that must have covered it. Nearby I heard the slithering sound of latex being pulled taut and froze. Holy shit, he wasn’t going to fist me, was he?
I started to struggle against Connor, but he held me tighter. He was shorter than me and I was pretty sure I would get free of him if I really tried, but then what? My hands were tied, I was blindfolded and there were two other men here who definitely were stronger than me. I stopped struggling and sagged back against Connor. His chest felt warm against my back. His chastity cage poked into my right butt cheek.
Suddenly, a hand covered in something wet and cold wrapped itself around my dick. The hand rubbed all over my dick and balls, covering it in the cold substance. Was he applying lube again? But why? And why on my balls?
The hand closed itself around my ballsack and pulled it out. A moment later I felt something tighten around my sack, and I felt my balls stand out under my limp dick. The next thing I knew, all sensation in my groin started to fade. The tightness around my balls, the soreness in my dick, there was nothing now. I felt like a Ken doll.
I started struggling again, screaming through the gag. A hand grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I made a choking sound and stopped. “Enough of that, slave.” Tat said. “Your dick is just fine, I just put some analgesic cream on it. I told you, you’ve lost dick privileges. I’m going to put a cage on your dick, and I’ll keep applying that cream until you’ve earned it back.”
I froze. It was reassuring that whatever he did was temporary, but the lack of sensation in my favorite place was profoundly weird. Should I go along, just to get it back?
Tat continued, “Better. Now fucking hold still or I’m going to pinch something, and you won’t enjoy that when the cream wears off.”
I kept still. There was a tugging sensation from the area around my groin, but nothing more. Suddenly, Tat stood up and pressed up against me. Connor released his grip on me and stepped back. Cold air blew over my back and I shivered. Tat grabbed my ass and pressed me against him. I could hear his chesthair scratch against my cheeks. His dick was pointing up and I felt the full length of it on my stomach, just above the void that was now my groin.
He leaned in, his mouth right by my left ear. “Now you don’t have a dick anymore, you really are just a hole for our use. Time to start your training for real.”
I tried to swallow, but the gag turned it into a choking sound. Tat caught it. “Good idea, boy, let's start with the throat.”
I felt relieved. Blowjobs I could handle. I wasn’t as passionate about them as Connor, but I was definitely proficient. I could handle Tat’s dick down my throat, no problem. The thought of Bull’s girth and piercing gave me pause though.
They left me standing there, alone with my thoughts for minutes? Seconds? It’s amazing how fluid time becomes when you’re tied up, gagged and blindfolded. Finally there was something for me to tell the time by. A rhythmic slapping sound started. Each followed by Connor squealing in pain or pleasure. It varied with each slap or spank.
Listening to Connor being punished, I felt like I could be getting hard again. Of course there was no way for me to tell if I was. Suddenly I felt the warmth of another body in front of me. There was a pull at the front of my gag and suddenly with a whooshing sound. I could hear, and more importantly, feel, the gag in my mouth deflating.
The straps were undone and the gag was pulled off my face at last. I gulped in breath and swallowed the buildup of spittle in my mouth. I worked my jaw, trying to release the tension. It felt as if I had just finished a long visit to the dentist.
“Open your fucking mouth, slut.” Tat commanded. I hesitated for a moment. I was still standing up, and judging from where his voice was coming from, so was he. So at least I wasn’t about to have a dick shoved down my throat.
I opened my mouth. I felt something pass over my tongue, fingers brushed against my lips. Three hissing sounds came in rapid succession and I felt something spray the back of my throat. Instinctively I tried to close my mouth. My teeth brushed Tat’s fingers and my mouth flinched open again before I could apply pressure.
“Don’t you fucking try to bite me, slut!” Tat yelled. A second later a strong electric current ran through me from the collar. I fell to my knees, trying my best to not fall on my face. Two more shocks wracked my body before Tat was appeased. The second one put me face down on the ground.
Tat twisted the collar on my neck around, then pulled it hard, lifting me off the ground. I choked the entire way. It wasn’t until I was up on my knees that I noticed that I couldn’t feel the back of my throat anymore. Again with the analgesics, what the fuck was up with these people?
“Open!” Came Tat’s command again. I complied, not wanting to risk any more shocks. Thick fingers pushed something rubbery into my mouth. He pressed it down over my lower teeth, then pushed in another thing that went over my upper teeth. When he took his fingers out of my mouth, I ran my tongue along my teeth. He’d put some sort of mouthguard in. I wouldn’t be biting anyone, even by accident, that was for sure.
He leaned in close again and whispered, “Now, I’m going to take the blindfold off, because I want to look you in the eyes while I fuck your face. I want to see that look when you finally realize that you’re a sub, and you exist to be used. And I want to see the tears until you reach that point.”
He reached back and released the blindfold. When he pulled it off, I blinked. The light in the playroom was different than before. When Connor and I entered, it had been brightly lit everywhere. Now, most of the lights were out, and red lights covered the room. There were a few white spotlights aimed at the main attractions, the slings, the cross, and the bed.
I wasn’t a main attraction. Tat was squatting in front of me, his face veiled in red and black shadows. My eyes were teary from the blindfold and the wild emotions I’d experienced so far. Tat reached out one hand and wiped away the tears. “A good start.” He said, smiling grimly.
His other hand came up, holding a mouth spreader. “Now, are you going to be a good hole, or do I have to put this in as well?” The spreader looked ominous in the dim light, but I could see the gleam of cold steel. It did not look comfortable. I hurriedly shook my head.
“Good. Time to train that hole.” He said flatly and rose to his feet. I barely registered his cock in front of me when he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pushed me down on it. I expected to choke as he rammed his cock down my throat, but the numbing spray gave me no choice but to swallow it cleanly and without a sound.
He moved his hands to the side of my head and started moving my head back and forth while keeping himself rigid. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ignore what was happening to me. Trying to flee to some mental refuge until it was all over.
“Open your eyes, you fucking cumrag. Look at me while I’m fucking your face.” Tat said angrily. Despite the edge in his voice, I kept my eyes shut. He kept rhythmically moving my head then suddenly pushed me all the way down the length of his dick. His pubes tickled my nose and I got a deep smell of his musk. One of his hands came up and hand pinched my nose shut. With his cock blocking my mouth, I couldn’t breathe. “I said look at me.” He repeated flatly.
The pressure at the back of my head was immense and my lungs were burning. I did the only thing I could and looked up at Tat. In the red light this tattoo-covered body looked demonic. He was otherworldly and powerful, a being worthy of submitting to.
He smiled down victoriously at me, white teeth standing out fiercely in the red glare. He released his grip on my nose, while still keeping my head pushed down on his cock. Tears welled up in my eyes.
I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as the tears flowed down my cheeks. He really was enjoying them. “Good hole. Keep looking.” He resumed fucking my mouth and I kept my eyes locked on his, feeling a sickening wave of nausea pass through me. The source wasn’t physical, it was disgust at myself for complying so readily. Slowly but surely, he was breaking down my walls, one thrust at a time. In the back of my mind I counted the spanks Connor received, wishing I could be the one delivering them.
Finally, Tat started moaning. His moans increased in volume and speed and his thrusts increased to match. With a final “Fuuuuck.” He pressed me down into his pubes again and I felt his dick pulse along the length of my tongue. My numbed throat couldn’t feel the cum flowing down it, but I was certain it was there.
Slowly he pulled his dick out of my mouth, letting the last spurts of his cum flow along my dick. I relished the taste. When he finally released my mouth, he shook his hips, slapping my face with the still rigid member. Between the thick spit still covering his dick, and the tears flowing down my face, it made a slapping sound that I would have found satisfying, had I been in his position. I started to work my jaw, trying to relax the muscles, when Tat stepped aside.
I caught the glint of metal and Bull’s girthy member filled my vision. A gravelly voice spoke. “My turn.”
I looked up at Bull, he was holding a cattle prod in one hand, calm slapping it on his other hand. He smiled down at me. “Now, Sir, here is a big old softy. He thinks a little nose-pinching is enough to teach a brat.” He pointed the prod down so the prongs were inches away from my face, uncomfortably close to his own dick. He triggered it and I could see blindingly bright electricity spark between the prongs. “You already met Mister Zappy, but allow me to formally introduce you.”
He casually tapped my nipple with the prod and I heard the static zap as pain once again engulfed my body. “That one was a warning. You’re going to submit to me fucking your face until I’m done with you, without complaining, or I will ram this rod so far up your ass, sparks will fly off your fillings.”
He didn’t even wait for a response before thrusting his dick forwards. I had to quickly open my mouth or risk dental damage from that massive piercing hitting my front teeth. Quickly I looked up, not wanting another zap. Bull smiled and looked to his side. “Look at that, he learns quickly. I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”
Bull’s hands were bigger than Tat’s and he put one meaty hand on the crown of my head, locking it in place. Tat had moved my head over his dick like a fleshlight, but Bull just held it and did the thrusting himself. Slow, mechanical thrusts that went deep into my numbed throat. I didn’t want to think about how sore I was going to be once that wore off.
Tat had kept his eyes locked on mine, clearly enjoying the sight of my suffering. But once he started fucking my mouth, Bull didn’t make eye contact. He looked away, in the direction where I could hear Connor yelping as static zaps let me know he was undergoing his own electrical training.
I still kept my eyes up, silently pleading with him for mercy as he kept methodically fucking my mouth. Finally, Bull did look down at me. The look of utter disdain in his eyes sent a shiver up my spine. It hit me then, I really was just a hole to him. I was a toy to be used for his pleasure, like anything up on that wall. Right now, I wasn’t even being used for pleasure. By mercilessly fucking my mouth, he was performing a necessary action. Not for his enjoyment, but to put me in my place.
Whenever I faltered in my enthusiasm for his cock for an instant, I felt him flick my nipple with the cattle prod. The cold metal of the prongs making them stand up.
Another thrust pushed my head against the iron grip of his hand, accompanied by the prod travelling down my chest. Finally, something inside me broke. Fresh tears welled up in my eyes, and a wracking sob made me shudder. I finally felt like what they had been calling me. A slave. I was an object now, a heated fleshlight, nothing more.
When Bull felt the shudders of my sobs, his thrusting slowed. He looked down at me again and I saw a cold, victorious smile spread on his face. He pulled his massive cock back to the point where just the glans and his piercing were past my lips. Instinctively my tongue played with it, exploring where flesh and metal met. Silently I hoped that my display would make him cum like Tat, that the facefucking would end.
For a moment neither Bull nor I moved. We locked eyes in silence. All I could hear was the low thump of the music blaring away, and Connor's pleas for mercy as Tat worked him over. “I know that look.” Bull said. “I’ve seen it on a hundred subs before. You finally accepted who and what you are. That is good. But it is only the first step. Now, you need to learn to enjoy being used for its own sake. Then you’ll be a true sub worthy of me.”
He broke eye contact and resumed thrusting. I sensed a difference though. He wasn’t going about it as mechanically anymore. There was passion behind it now. I could hear low grunts coming from Bull and I tried to focus on him. I did my best to match any twitch of my tongue or tilt of my jaw to his grunts to figure out how best to please him.
After what seemed like an eternity, suddenly something felt… wrong. There was a pressure at the back of my throat. A soreness started to build up. On Bull’s next, deep thrust, I made a choking noise. My eyes widened in shock. The numbing spray had to be wearing off. Bull yanked hard on my hair, pulling me off his dick.
Bull looked over at Tat. “Hey, Miguel. The spray is wearing off.”
Connor's squeals fell silent as Tat spoke. “Want me to dose him up again?”
Bull looked down at me. I had to look awful. I could feel my chin covered in spit, thick ropes of it dripping down to the ground. My cheeks were wet with tears that flowed freely during the entire ordeal. But some part of me felt… good. I had outlasted their damn spray, and got one of them to cum.
Bull yanked my head back further. My mouth still hung open. I was afraid to close it without being told. Suddenly, Tat hovered over me, holding a small flashlight. He clicked it on. Bright light shone directly into my eyes and I closed them.
“Looks fine to me, little bruising, but that’s normal.” Was that concern I heard in Tat’s voice? Like a pet owner worried about a vet bill no doubt.
“Good. Let’s hold off on another dose for now. Have him cool down by servicing the boy, while I set up.” Bull said.
I don’t think that any two words had ever terrified me as the way Bull said “set up.”
I blinked through the tears to see Connor stand in front of me. At some point while I was getting facefucked, his chastity cage had been replaced by a thick steel cockring and ball stretcher. I had only seen his dick in the chastity cage so far. It was beautiful. Average length, straight as an arrow. Cut and standing proud over his completely hairless balls.
He put his index finger under my chin and lifted it up, locking eyes with me. He gave me an evil grin. “Not what you expected, huh, slave?”
I started to shake my head, but Connor pushed my head down and held his dick in front of my lips. Compared to the other two men, I could take this easily, even without the spray. I then realized that I wanted to do it. I wanted to make Connor feel good.
I opened my mouth and dove in. There was pain when I went all the way down on him. When my nose pushed against his groin his dick hit the bruised back of my throat and it sent fire through my whole head. The whiff of clean lavender I got from his skin and the deep groan it elicited made it more than worthwhile.
A few minutes in, Connor was getting vocal. He was calling me his slut, his fuckhole and started to describe how he was going to cum all over my face. Suddenly, he was pulled back, his dick slipping from my mouth so fast that it took the lower part of the mouthguard with it.
Bull was dragging Connor back, looking furious. “I said you could let him service you, not that you could cum, boy.”
Connor paled. “Sorry, Master. I got caught up.”
I watched, cold spittle still covering my chin, as Connor was dragged to the St Andrews’s cross and pressed against it. Bright white spotlights pointed at the cross gave me a clear view. In the dim red lights that enveloped most of the room it made Connor's pale skin look luminous. Bull put thick leather bands on Connor's wrists and ankles with short chains connecting them to the frame, leaving him very little room to move. His face was pressed against the wall and his back arched, pushing back his perfectly round bubble butt that still glowed red from his earlier spanking.
Bull then rolled over a fuck machine, angled it up to point at Connor's ass and grabbed two dildos off the wall. He turned Connor's face to the side and showed him the larger of the two dildos. An almost comically large, anatomically incorrect piece of rigid silicone. “Boy, if you don’t lose that hard on right this instant so I can properly lock you up again, I’m going to have the machine fuck you with this, unlubed.”
He put the dildo down and took the more reasonably sized one and attached it to the machine. He lubed it up and positioned the machine so the dildo pushed Connor's ass cheeks apart, but it wasn’t penetrating him yet. Then, he grabbed a cat o’ nine tails from the toy wall and started roughly flogging Connor with it.
“Yes Master, I’m sorry Master.” Connor wailed. Bull stopped flogging for a moment. He switched to fiddling with the fuck machine’s settings, and the machine started moving. It wasn’t moving very much, but the dildo’s tip was definitely penetrating now. Connor's wails shifted from surprise, to pain, to pleasure.
Tat crouched down in front of me, a washcloth in his hands. “See, we can be nice to our boys.” He gently wiped my face with the cloth.
I looked past him at Connor, transfixed by his squirming under Bull’s relentless flogging and the ever increasing pounding the machine was delivering to his ass. I smiled. I knew he was a squirmer.
Tat followed my gaze. “Oh, so you like to watch the boy getting used, do you? Let’s get you a front-row seat then.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Instead, Tat went behind me and unclipped the restraints holding my hard together. I swung my arms in front of me and rolled my shoulders, enjoying the freedom of movement for however long it would last.
I looked down at my dick to see it encased in an organic looking cage of black plastic. I still had no sensation at all in the area, but when I tried to make my dick twitch, it responded, which was a bigger relief that I’d like to admit. I tentatively reached down a hand to touch the cage, but Tat spotted the motion and a mild shock ran through my body. I froze my arm in place.
“I told you, you’ve lost dick privileges, slave. Taking a facefucking isn’t nearly enough to earn back that pitiful rod of yours.”
I looked down and nodded, mumbling, “Yes, Sir.” Unsure of what to do with my hands, I surprised myself by holding them behind my back. Just moments ago I had been so relieved to have them freed from that position, and now it just felt like the natural and proper place for them to be.
Tat smiled at me. “Good hole. Now, get up.”
I did have to use my hands to stand up. Tat didn’t offer any help, though he did pull on my chain, urging me up, but not hard enough to choke me like he had before. While I had been on my knees for a while now, without cumming and riding a Sybian, my knees were a lot less wobbly this time.
Tat led me by the chain to some kind of padded table, covered in straps. He pulled out a metal pin on each side of the table and rotated it until it was almost vertical. He tugged at my chain and pointed at the table. “Up against it spread your legs and arms and don’t move.”
I silently complied. I couldn’t stomach calling him ‘Sir’ again, though if he started shocking me, I didn’t know if I’d be able to resist. The table had footrests at the bottom and I stepped back onto them. The padding was leather and it felt cold against my back. Tat started pulling out straps from under me and tightening them around me. They were everywhere, along my arms, my legs, even a thick belt-like strap around my waist. Weirdest of all was the strap around my head, that kept my gaze locked forward. When he was finally done, I was completely immobilized. I tried to wriggle and adjust my stance, but Tat had been thorough.
He stood in front of me admiring his handiwork. His dick had gone limp after jizzing down my throat, but he was slowly stroking it back into form. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he moved behind me. I felt something shift at the base of the table and suddenly I was moving, rolling toward the St. Andrew’s cross where Connor was undergoing Bull’s not-so-tender ministrations.
Bull turned around at our approach and raised an eyebrow. “The slave wants to watch the boy get used.” Tat told him. Bull nodded and went back to flogging Connor.
Tat came out from behind me, holding two wicked clamps linked by a thick steel chain. “Can’t have you getting too comfortable.” He said, grinning evilly at me. He fixed the camps to my nipples and I screamed.
Tat apparently liked that, because he started stroking his dick with one hand while tugging at the chain with the other, drawing more cries from me. “Now you can enjoy the show.”
After a few moments, the pain in my nipples subsided to a dull roar and I regained control of my voice. Tat walked out of my field of view and disappeared. No doubt preparing some fresh torment for me. I briefly worried what he might bring back when he reappeared, but there was literally nothing I could do about it. I made the conscious choice to do as he said, and enjoy the show.
Connor’s back matched his ass for redness by now. I could tell Bull was good at it, he flogged Connor hard enough to sting and redden the skin, but there were no welts or blood, which were a major turn-off for me. Connor, for his part, seemed to be enjoying it too. The fuck machine was still pumping away furiously at his ass and he writhed in pleasure with every stroke.
Bull noticed me watching closely and he powered down the fuck machine. He walked up to me and leaned in close, whispering in my ear. “Now watch as Connor gets to finish what you started.”
He picked up a bottle of lube, I swear there was lube stationed every six feet in this room, and dumped what seemed like half the bottle over his dick. He stood behind Connor for a moment, carefully slathering it around the full length of his manhood before wiping his hands on Connor’s asscrack.
He moved in close, bending his knees so that his dick pointed up at Connor’s hole. He then used one hand to guide the massive hog to Connor’s waiting embrace, while his other hand wrapped around the boy’s neck. From my position behind them, I couldn’t see how hard he was squeezing, but judging by the choking sounds Connor made, Bull wasn’t being gentle.
Bull extended his legs, shoving his full length inside Connor. A sharp “Ah” turned into a long moan as Bull leaned in further, pressing up against Connor. I could see Bull’s ass gyrate as he started to fuck Connor slowly. His head bent down to sensuously nuzzle the boy’s neck and nibble at his earlobe.
I sucked in a shuddering breath. In all the hookups as a dom top, I had never experienced a closeness like that. Seeing a dom and sub so perfectly in sync made me ache for something I never knew I lacked.
I took another deep breath. The movement of my chest made the clamps on my nipples twitch and the heavy chain linking them swayed. The mixed sensation of pleasure and pain elicited a familiar twinge of joy between my legs. I looked down in amazement, I was starting to get feeling in my dick again! Before I could stop myself, I smiled.
“Yeah, it’s great watching a Master at work isn’t it, boy?” Came Tat’s voice off to my side.
Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded. Bull looked over his shoulder at Tat and grinned. Suddenly, he increased the pace of his thrusting. He fully straightened his legs, causing his thrusts to push Connor up on the tips of his toes in his restraints.
Connor’s moans increased in pitch as from the sound of it, pain overtook pleasure. Bull paid no attention to the boy’s muffled protests and began to grunt in deep savage rumbles. Part of me longed to feel his chest pressed against my back as he made those sounds, to feel them reverberate through my chest. Despite his cries of agony, at that moment, I envied Connor.
Bull and Connor’s cries reached a crescendo. On his final thrust, Bull held his dick inside Connor’s hungry ass as he filled him with his essence. Then, he stepped back abruptly, his still-rigid member sliding out of Connor smoothly. His hole was left gaping, and Bull’s cum slowly leaked out. Connor turned his head to look over his shoulder and he had this goofy grin on his face that didn’t connect to the sounds he had been making just moments before.
Bull stood in front of me, his dick still covered in lube and cum, and looked me up and down. He turned to Tat, who was still holding his semi-erect dick in one hand. “You ready for round two with the new boy, or do you want to put him away and come back later tonight and do him properly?”
Tat looked at me, then used his free hand to lift up the cage holding my cock prisoner, before letting it flop down. ‘I can wait. I’ve got some stuff I want to do with him once the cream wears off. Best done before we wear him down.”
Bull nodded. “All right, let’s put him away then.”
The two of them moved behind the table I was tied down on. I heard clicks and suddenly I was moving, gliding through the playroom to a dimly lit corner. I could barely make out a large dark closet of some sort before I was suddenly spun around. They pushed the table backwards into the closet and closed the doors. I heard the heavy click of a padlock being shut into place.
All I could see was a sliver of red light coming through the crack in the doors.
Moments later, the music was turned off. Then the red light vanished as well. There was only silence and darkness, and a mixture of trepidation and eagerness for Bull and Tat to return.
