Disclaimer: This story is fiction, any names or situations are coincidental and not attributed to anyone in real life past or present. Although, I wish the story was real ;)
It's been about four years since my last entree into this story. I have learned a lot about myself in the past years and I hope those experiences can add to the story, like always feedback is welcome and if you live in the Chicagoland are, shoot me an email, thanks.
24/7/365 with Mark Part 4: 1st Lesson
I was now sporting a nose ring similar to that of my nipples. I was in so much pain that when it was time to pierce my cock it wasn't even hard. My prince Albert hurt like no other. But It wasn't up to me, it was up to Mark now. He dictated my body. and if he wanted my like this, then I just had to oblige with it.
While I waited for Mark to pick me up, I was forced to suck on the tattooist cock. He was a fierce looking man. He was a tall grisly guy with a big heavy beard, bald head strong upper body and a heavy beer gut. He had a big set of balls that dangled low with the help of a ball stretcher that he had on at the moment. His cock wasn't as big as Mark, about 5 inches but it was thicker and I could feel it as he stretched my throat and mouth while I was still strapped to the piercing chair. I really had no choice but to try and control my gag reflexes as he pounded my face with his thick cock.
I gaged a few time managing to push the cock out of my throat, that always followed by a punch in my gut by the grisly man and then he continued his assault on my throat.
About 15 minutes, my mouth ached and throat was on fire, i was covered in my own vomit and mucus from the throat fucking and my gut was soar and red from all the punching, not to mention the pain I was in from the piercings. Mark finally arrived and just sat down to enjoy the show.
"How long have you been at?" asked Mark.
"bout 20 mins" said the grisly man.
Mark laughed, and I finally learned my assailant's name "Finish off Derek, I have other plans today."
Derek decided he had enough and on command he let a giant groan, slammed his thick cock as far as he could, half my head as tight to his crotch as he could and unloaded his seed down my gut. My gag reflex had improved in the past 15 minutes and I didn't gag or cough hoping to make Mark proud.
With Derek off of me, it gave Mark a good view of my situation. I was sweaty, distressed, eyes red from the skull fucking, red bright nipples from the piercings, red gut from the punching and covered in vomit and snob and a soft red cock between my legs from the PA. Once unstrapped, I felt my dick ache from the piercing and my first instinct was to grab it and take a look at it. Boy was that a mistake.
Mark pushed me down to the floor, grabbed my arms and dragged me to the front of the shop. There were a few men staring at me, I felt ashamed at my exposed shaven and pierced body. "I told you not to touch yourself! Derek a hand" They pushed me up to my feet with Derek holding my body. A few seconds later I heard Mark unbuckling his belt and before I knew it a hear a loud SMACK' follow by pain on my asscheeks. "Count to 5" was all Mark said. "1" I said. SMACK' "2", the second one hurt more than the first one and before I could compose myself SMACK', I didn't say a number this time so Mark hit me again SMACK' "It doesn't count if I don't hear a number" "3" I said franticly, SMACK' "4" I was in the brink of tears by this time, if it wasn't for Derek's warm embrace holding me, I think this would had felt worse that it was. SMACK" "5" I said sobbing and Derek let go of me making me fall to the ground crying while everybody in the shop looked either turned on, or were laughing at me.
The ride back was really uncomfortable, and scary. I didn't have a comfortable way to sit down or lay down as my whole body ached, worse, I didn't know if more punishments were to come