Taking a deep breath, I watched wide-eyed and fearful as he slowly tilts the candle toward my hard, sensitive, roped-tied cock. Drip...drip...drip. Splash...splash...splash. The boiling hot wax sears the head of my cock and the pain comes alive causing me to scream into the ball gag, drip saliva from my mouth, and blow deep breaths through my nose. As I scream, I shake my head back-and-forth, "NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" AST16 Seeing my reaction just fuels his sadistic fire. The flames dance on the ends of the candles and reflect in Master Eric's eyes as he takes both candles and repeatedly drips the hot, liquid, red wax on my cock and balls. I scream and scream, but no amount of pleading affects his demeanor. He laughs and taunts me over and over, "You fucking CUNT! You fucking CUNT! I'm just getting started. If you think this is bad, you're in for a rough time. YOUR ASS IS MINE, AND YOU WILL SUFFER UNTIL I AM SATISFIED!"
With that, he rares back his wide open hand and savagely slams it into the side of my head scrambling my senses and causing me to lose balance. My ankles buckle, and my ass is impaled on the pointed beam. My pain centers are on fire: my face is stinging; my arms feel like they are being pulled from their sockets, my legs are shaking uncontrollably; the skin on my cock, balls, and ass feels raw and wet; I scream and groan against the tortuous ball gag as I writhe around trying to make it all go away. "OH PLEASE, JUST LET ME DIE; I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE; PLEASE; PLEASE!" Master's reaction is a sadistic laugh as he watches me hang in my restraints. "AND DON'T FORGET IT!"
Without warning, he lowers the ropes holding the beam and orders me to strand straight up and not move. "Do as I say and maybe things will go a lot better for you." I am learning the hard way not to cross him, so I do just as he says. Looking me over he mutters, "You're a fucking mess, CUNT." Then he bends down and removes the heels so that I can stand flat footed. My arms are lowered, my wrists released, and the ball gag is pulled from my mouth. Pointing across the room, he says, "Get you ass in there; you need to get cleaned up."
When I start to walk to the room, he screams, "ON YOUR KNEES, FUCK!" Realizing that I have angered him again, I drop to my knees and crawl toward the shower as fast as I can, but he catches me easily and beats my ass and the backs of my legs with his belt. Even as I crawl through the doorway, he continues to beat me until I collapse on the floor. Screaming even louder he says, "ON YOUR KNEES FUCK! GET ON YOUR KNEES! NOW!"
He keeps beating me until I struggle to my hands and knees. "YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT? I'LL FIX YOUR ASS! WAIT RIGHT THERE AND DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE!"
He leaves me alone to think about what I have done and to worry what he will do to punish me. I hear him talking on the telephone, but can't make out what he is saying. His last words, "Great, see you then," sends shivers through my naked body. This can't be good. I am so afraid that I will be tormented and punished severely and without mercy.
When he re-enters the room, he grabs the back of my head jerking my face upwards to glare into my eyes. "You fucked up CUNT, so now you're going to suffer."
Once again, I can't help myself, "Sir please, I'm sorry. I promise I'll obey you. Please, Sir. Please."
"Yeah, that's right! You are going to please me, so shut the fuck up! In about 30 minutes, two friends of mine will be here to take over. When they're done with you, we'll see if you're any better at obeying me. In the meantime, you need to be cleaned up. He turns on the faucets and adjusts the water temperature. "Okay, CUNT, see if you can get it right this time. Crawl into the shower." I do as he says, and the cascading waters splash down on my back and soothe the ravages of the past hours of torture. "Kneel up and lock your fingers behind your head."
Taking a bottle of liquid soap, he squirts some on my chest and back. After squirting more on a bath brush, he scrubs away the oily sweat, saliva, and dried wax. He runs the bristles over my chest and back. Then he shoves it between my legs spending more time than necessary roughing up my cock and balls. "How is this little cock and shriveled balls, CUNT?"
In a moaning grunt, I say, "They're yours Sir, and thank you for allowing me to get a shower."
"Are you finally learning who is in charge, Cunt? That's good. And remember what you just said. Now, follow me."
This time I crawl along at his heels, silent, and obedient. He walks me to the middle of his comfortable basement retreat. "Stop! Stay right there." I find myself kneeling on a plush brown carpet between two overstuffed chairs and a large sofa. Master returns carrying an odd shaped wooden object. "Pay attention, CUNT. This is called a HUMBLER, for good reason. Once I put it on you, you will be forced to remain on all fours and always having to crawl after me. Standing is impossible without pain and damage, so don't try it."
Master Eric gets behind me and grabs my balls, pulling them back between my legs. He clamps the slats of the cruel trapping device around my balls and locks it in place. The wings of the device have contours for my legs and are secured under my ass cheeks. Grabbing me by my left ear, he says, "Come on, CUNT! Try to stand up!"
The moment I lift my chest to stand, I feel intense pressure stretching my balls. Another few inches and the pain of someone crushing my balls sets in, and I cry out. If I continue, the humbler will rip off my balls.
Mater Eric laughs, "See, CUNT; now you know how this little devil works. So, stay down and stay alive. The guys will understand. Anyway, anything they've got planned for you, you'll do on your knees." Just then, the door chime ring. "That's got to be them. Get ready CUNT!" When Master Eric returns, he is followed by two other men. Both appear to be about 40, one well built and the other rather paunchy. "Have a seat guys. This pale, skinny little fuck is slave johnnie. I've name him CUNT, but while you work him over, you can call him anything you want. Right CUNT?"
I speak meekly and softly, "Sir, yes Sir. Whatever pleases you, Sir."
"I called you over because he keeps fucking up and can't get it straight that he's here to do whatever I want, for as long as I want, and however I want. He hasn't learned that a slave boy bitch has no right to question his Master. So, I want you two to use him and make him obey. Punish him all you want and keep him until he learns or you get tired of him. Since he can't seem to remember to stay on his knees, I put a humbler on him. Leave it on for as long as you want, and use anything else I've got. I'll be back in few hours."
As soon as Master Eric leaves, the two men strip off their jeans and t-shirts. I can see the bulge in their briefs already starting to grow larger. The paunchy one speaks up saying, "I'm dying to work this bitch over, so let me go first. I know Eric has a shock unit here someplace. I want to see this cunt whining like the little bitch he is. I'll be right back."
When he leaves the room, the other, muscular guy says to me, "I'm going to tell you this just once. Call me Sir James and don't make a mistake or you'll pay. While Nick is looking around, crawl over here and lick my balls." Master James slides his bottom to the edge of the soft cushion so that his cock and balls hang freely. "Hold my cock in one hand and my balls in the other; and don't stop licking until I tell you to. Understand?"
I know that I must obey without hesitation, so I quickly crawl to him and say humbly, "Sir, yes Sir, Sir, James." When I reach up, I feel the humbler tugging on my balls, reminding me to stay on my knees. I take hold of his straight, thick, hard, warm, heavily veined shaft, and I stair at the arrow shaped head and wet slit. Noticing that I am admiring his cock, he says in a harsh demeaning tone, "That's for later, CUNT. You'll get to feel my cock in many ways the longer you are here. Now get to work. I want that hot little pussy mouth of yours lathering up my balls."
I know how sensitive my balls can be, so I want to please Sir James in such a way that he'll want me to service cock and balls rather than wanting to torture me. I would gladly suck his cock anytime he wants in place of suffering.
With his cock in my left hand and his balls cupped in my right hand, I open my mouth in order to slide my tongue over his balls sac. I can't help to notice that his balls are a dusky red as I begin to rub them gently as I lather him with my tongue. They taste just a bit salty and smell of his cologne. The more I lick and massage him, the more he begins to shift his weight in the chair and to moan in a low guttural town. His reaction persuades me to open my mouth as wide as I can and to suck both of his balls into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his balls and gently probe them with the tip of my tongue. This causes him to grab the sides of my head and to say, "CUNT, that feel great. Don't fuckin' stop! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! I should just jam my cock down your fucking throat right now." I keep licking and sucking, ready to do whatever he wants. As long as I am down between his legs, there is no pain. I can stand and even enjoy the humiliation of having to be another man's cock slave. I want to let him know that I am enjoying this so I begin to moan and wiggle my ass for him to see. He taunts me, "You're just all the other fucking cunts. Eating a real man turns you into a horny slut. Keep going bitch and maybe I'll let you beg to eat my cum, and be me fuck you in the ass. That sounds pretty good doesn't it CUNT?"
With his balls filling my mouth, all I can do is let out a long, deep moaning approval of his plans as I shake my head up and down. But then, just as I settle in and think that my torment is over, the paunchy man (Nick) come back into the room, saying that he found what he was looking for. "I want to wire up this CUNT and put him through the paces. He looks like he is enjoying sucking your balls too much."
Sir James says, "Okay by me. I was just keeping this cunt occupied. You've got to let him suck your balls just to see how good he really is."
"Maybe later; right now I'm going to teach him how I expect him to behave." To me he says, "There is no mystery to this. I am sticking electrical stimulation pads to your tits and your cock. The other leads are plugged right into the humbler. When I feel like it, your going to get a jolt, sometimes light and sometimes more intense. This thing won't kill you, but you'll know and feel when the current is turned on."
"Get over there by the couch, pussy." Walking over to the sofa himself, he straddles my kneeling form and flops his ugly body down, leans back with the power unit in his hand and spreads his legs. I look up to see his fat, hairy belly hanging above his half-hard, curved cock and large balls covered with dark hair. In stark contrast, Sir James's cock is strong and straight, and his balls are taught and clean-shaven. It was humiliating enough to submit to Sir James, but now I am expected to please and service this overweight, sadistic man. In this position, I am completely helpless. No matter how disgusting this will be, I will have no other choice but to do as he demands. I feel my face getting flushed, and I let out a whining moan. Sir Nick just laughs, "I'm going to have some fun with this pathetic little cunt. Pussy, you can start showing me how much you want to be my slut. James liked your ball licking, so start here CUNT."
My mouth is so dry from lathering Master James that I have no choice but to ask for something to drink. "Sir, may I please have a drink of water. I want to satisfy you, Sir."
"Okay CUNT; if I give you this water, I expect you to really show me how go of a cock sucking slut you can be."
When he hands me the water, I down the whole bottle in seconds. "Thank you Sir; thank you. "
"Like I said, start with my balls. I like a good licking too. Use your hands and your slutty mouth on them so my cock will get good and hard before you suck on it. Wait! Hey James, didn't Eric tell us to video everything we do with his cunt?"
"Yeah, he did. He left the camera over there. I'll get it." When he returns, he says, "You might want to use this too; I like to see slaves collared and leashed while they're performing." Master James sets the camera and tripod beside the couch so that he can get a good view of me kneeling between Master Nick's legs with face buried in his crotch. "Get this bitch to work, and I record it all!"
Master Nick slips a thick, black choker cord collar over my head, pulls it tight, and attaches a leash. Winding it around his hand, he pulls my head and neck up against his crotch and orders me to, "Eat!"
Without hesitation, I open my mouth and take a long, slow, wet lick starting from the underside of his balls, up the front, and then to the base of his shaft, moaning loudly as I go. Then I do it all over again, sliding my tongue under his balls, sliding it back and forth, and up the front to his cock. My loud moan is turned into a scream when he turns the knob on the stim unit and send a shock through my balls. Paying no attention to my discomfort, he drills my balls two more times, each time sending more juice through the leads. The humbler keeps me from moving but a few inches, but I buck my hips anyway trying to get some relief. This enrages Master Nick, and he jerks hard on the leash ordering me back to his balls. "QUIT FIGHTING ME, CUNT! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE LICKING MY BALLS. I'LL FIX YOUR ASS!"
Master Nick fires up all of the leads and sends shock waves deep into my balls, cock, and tits. I am helpless to resist him, so through the pain and my screams, I lick for all I am worth. "That's fucking better CUNT!" By now his cock is hard and the tip is wet with cum. "Slide your mouth up my shaft , bitch and start sucking on the head of my cock."
I slide my tongue slowly up and down his hard, fat shaft a few times, and then I close my wet mouth around the mushroom shaped head. His cock tastes bitter, but I don't stop. Instead I swirl my tongue around the head as I gently suck on him. He release a deep, guttural groan in approval and them slams my head downward shoving his cock deep into my throat cutting off my air. As he holds me in this painful position, he hits me with another jolt to my cock and balls. Despite gagging on his cock, I feel mine getting hard and sensitive. It is terribly humiliating to become aroused even though I am be used and abused by another man, but I cannot help it. When he releases his grip on my head, I pull part of his cock out of my mouth so that I can take a deep, gasping breath. His cock is wet and lathered, so it slides easily back into my mouth as he continues to face fuck me.
When Master James sees that my is hard even though my balls are being pulled away from my cock by the humbler and tortured by the electrical current, he shouts loudly to Master Nick, "This cunt's pathetic little cock is hard. What a fucking slut we have here. He likes it rough, so really fuck his mouth hard. And turn up the current; I want to see him shoot his cum on this plate so he can eat it for us." Master Nick gives my cock, balls, and tits the full current. He lays the unit aside and grabs the sides of my head. He fucks my mouth driving his cock in an out, over and over. His fat legs are sweating and his fat belly crashes into my forehead. Bang! Bang! Even though my mouth is being fucked unmercifully, I scream and wiggle my ass trying to shake the leads loose and escape the pain. Saliva drips from my mouth and tears well up in my eyes. I scream and coke but the rape continues. Master Nick grunts and groans as his meaty hands hold my heads while his cock hits the back of my throat. "You fuckin' little slut; your mouth is going to make me cum! OH! OH! Get ready CUNT! Here it comes. Ahhhhh!"
Globs of thick, hot, salty cum fills my mouth. "SWALLOW, CUNT! SWALLOW! There is nothing I can do but swallow. He holds my head tightly and pounds his cock down my throat. He continues to fuck my mouth until his spasms slow; He holds his throbbing cock in my mouth as I breathe through my nose until he releases me. Flopping back in his chair, he breathes heavily; I drop to all fours panting just as hard. Then he realizes that in all the fucking frenzy the unit was somehow shut off. "Wait a fucking minute CUNT; you got off easy. Put you hands behind your back and look up at me. When I do, he powers up the unit again, and sends the current through my body. I cry out in pain, but hold my position. It doesn't take long until my cock his hard and throbbing. I am helpless to stop him, and suddenly I can feel myself about to climax. I begin to mutter, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!" Master James quickly grabs a plate aims the end of my cock towards it target. Then my tortured cock shoots! Cums squirts from the tip and onto the plate, five, six, seven times. Then, just a drip. Master Nick grabs my head, shoves it to the plate and says, "Eat, slut!"
As I reluctantly lick up and swallow my own cum, I wonder what else can happen. How else will these two use me before Master Eric returns? All I have done for Master James so far was lick his balls. What will he make me do?
To be continue...
This story has been a long journey through my imagination, and it will continue for as long as I get new ideas or inspirations. I am always open to new ideas and comments from reader. Some of you have written to me on more than one occasion, and I do appreciate that. As I have said before, I have never experienced any of these things; I can't be sure if I am gay, straight or bisexual. My writings depict male on male sex, but I cannot be sure how I would react to an encounter with another male. I have said that I am a submissive, but I only think I am or have feelings that I am because I lack real experience. This kind of writing excites me, and I have had countless orgasms writing and reading, but that's all. Maybe someday I'll find out. Until next time, read on! John