Author is Jim Walker
I knew Musa would be round on Tuesday but the challenge he had set me was to deep throat a large dildo for two whole minutes - and only a week to have it done by. He had stuck it on the tiles in my bathroom. As instructed each evening when I came home from work I throated that dildo. It was big and my throat was sore and swollen from the pounding it had taken on Tuesday evening. I was worried I would be too sore to properly do anything but I tried. But it was really nice as well - to be able to feel I was serving him every day. I whatsapped the video on Wednesday - despite the pain I had made a real effort. I got a reply back "good start to the week - maybe you will impress me after all". Thursday and Friday's video got similar encouragement and I was determined to impress. On Saturday I got it down my throat and pressed my nose on the tiles for almost 30 seconds. I only pulled off because I threw up a little and with my throat blocked it came out of my nose and really scared me.
"Well done! That was very impressive. So good in fact that you can have a treat." Attached was a picture of Musa at the gym with his top off. He looked great and I was proud he had sent it me.
Sunday was even better I managed 1 minute and 11 seconds before I just couldn't stay there any longer. I whatsapped it and got a prompt reply: "You will manage it I am sure. That was worth a special treat". Attached was a picture. He had squatted down over the phone and I was seeing his arse hole. It looked wonderful and I jacked off imagining being allowed to lick it.
Monday was my big day. I left work early and by 7 was kneeling in front of the dildo. Camera in one hand, stop watch in the other. I did a few practice runs and then went for it. I took a deep breath and leaned forward onto the massive black dildo on the wall. I opened my throat, got it so far in that my nose was on the tiles. I pressed the stop watch. I gagged a little at around 30 second. I started to really heave at just over a minute and at one minute and 23 seconds I threw up. The puke showered from my mouth, ran down my nose, covered the mirror and I began to cough. I couldn't go much further. My eyes were closed so I didnt get the bile in my eyes, cos it burned like crazy. I hung on but I couldnt see the stop watch. I couldn't take any more and collapsed on the floor. I pressed the watch and washed my face. I looked at the clock 1 minute and 57 seconds. Not quite two minutes but I knew I couldn't do it again and I had not pressed it until I was fully in position - he wouldn't notice. "Two minutes as instructed" I wrote and whatsapped the video. The immediate reply was "I am busy, will look later, see you tomorrow".
I was a bit disappointed not to know if I had got away with it or to get another picture. About midnight my phone pinged "Just watched the video so you can choose for tomorrow - leather, rubber, sportswear, skinhead gear or streetwear". Yes, I had done it. "Leather please"
The doorbell rang and I opened the door. Musa stood there in his normal clothes. My face fell. "Don't worry its underneath, I wasn't walking through the streets like some fuckin YMCA singalong fag boy" He went into the bedroom. Emptied his rucksack on the bed and took off his coat. He had a leather harness on that looked perfect on him. He dropped his track suit bottoms and I realised he had DMs on. He had on a pair of leather shorts and large black DMs. "You will love these faggot, look at this" He turned round to show me the shorts zipped all the way round and would reveal both the front and the back. "I like to keep them on when my arse is being licked - you just unzip and away you go. Anyway kneel down, hands behind your back ready to lick my boots"
I knelt down, put my hands behind my back and looked up. He smiled at me. I smiled back and he punched me in the face. Full force. I fell back and he kicked me in the balls. I screamed out and put my hands infront of my balls. He kicked me in the stomach - full force. I was completely winded.
"You fuckin batty boy scum bag lying twister. It was not two minutes. It was short of two minutes and you knew dat. Did you not even look at the video before you sent it. Your fucking stop watch was clearl on the camera. I could see it was not two minutes - it was short. But you timed it. So you must have knew it was short. No one lies to me like this. Dat is so bad for you. You have no fucking idea how angry I am man. But by the end of today you will get the idea. I am going to beachu so hard you will wish you had never looked at my trainers on the tube. I dont care how much you yell or cry. There will not be one moment when you gonna enjoy today. It will be worse than your worst nightmare and at the end you simply gonna give me my money say "thank you and see you next week. Now get in the bathroom, strip off, and come back when I call you."
I went into the bathroom and stripped off and waited. And waited. And waited. What on earth was he doing? What was he planning? What could possibly take this long. I started to get scared. I thought about it and what he might do to me. The thoughts built up. I was really scared. I started to shake. I realised he might do anything and there was very little I could do. How could I have been so stupid? How could I possibly think I would have got away with it? I felt so stupid and so scared. The tears started running down my face. I was shaking and sobbing. I couldn't wait any longer. I opened the bathroom door. On the floor was a belt - a wide belt. At one end it said "you get this end if you managed to stay in the bathroom an hour" it was the belt end "otherwise you being beaten with this" and it was the buckle.
There was no way I was being beaten with a belt buckle this was way too heavy. I decided that I just had to escape as quickly as I could and get help. For speed I just wrapped a towel round me and crept to the front door. I would go to a neighbour, god knows what I would say. I quietly opened the door and slowly opened it towards me. Suddenly it flew at me and knocked me over. Musa was stood there - having clearly just kicked the door open. He had been standing outside my flat "You so predictable fag boy. Get up, get the towel off and get in the living room. I went in and laid out on the floor there was a pair of handcuffs on the settee, a leather studded collar, a pair of large nipple clamps, a jock strap and a gas mask"
He pulled my hands behind my back and up to my neck. The pain was very real. He locked on handcuffs at the point of maximum height. It hurt immediately. He then put the collar on me. I was horrified to discover it has sharp pins on the inside. "They don't cut unless you move around faggot - so stay the fuck still". He put on nipple clamps.
"No no no no no no, much too tight, much too tight, get them off, get them off". I was in agony they were so bad.
"You being punished batty boy. They are staying on but let me help you". He picked up the gas mask and put it on my face. He must have filled the filter with poppers cos I got a hit immediately. After two or three deep breaths the pain in my nipples subsided slightly. I started to calm down and said "that's enough now". He took the mask off and said "let's keep going. Put this jock on". I picked up the jock and realised just like the collar it had sharp pins inside. "Get it on, I not waiting". I put it on and I could feel the pins but fortunately nothing sharp actually sticking in.
"You ok faggot?" I nodded. "Let's see if everything is working". He pulled slightly on the chain of the nipple clamps. The nipples had already gone a bit numb and it was more sexual than painful. "I like it when you enjoy it" he said which was a bit unexpected. "Look at my shorts" I could see the outline of his dick through the leather shorts. It was very erotic. He gently rubbed around my nipples. They felt good. He stroked my nipples a little more. "You liking this now?" I nodded.
Then I yelled in pain. I had got a hard on and my dick was pressing up against the pins inside the jock. Musa slowly stroked his hand down my body and put it over the jock and squeezed. I literally began to cry. "Oh we barely started pussy boy. I going to keep you extra hard so when we finished you will have so many holes in your cock you will piss like a watering can. You cheated me and your punishment will be worse than you can imagine. Everything you enjoy is going to be ruined. My plan is that whenever you get turned on in future you will remember how horrible it could be. Every time that little dick of yours goes hard you will remember the worst pain you ever had and you will remember thinking you were smarter than me." He squeezed the jock again and said "and the best part for me is you are paying me to do it. I can do whatever I want". And he really squeezed the jock. My screams must have been heard on the other side of the street.
He got a rope and threaded it round the hand cuffs which were behind my back. He put the rope through a ring on the back of the collar, over my head, back through a ring on the front of the collar and started to tie it to the nipple clamps. He grabbed my hands and pulled them up even higher, the pain was severe. He then knotted off on the clamps. So the nipple clamps were tied to the handcuffs - and the slightest movement of my arms would pull on the clamps. This was bad. I was in pain at my shoulders but the only way I could move my hands to a more comfortable position would pull on the chain on the nipple clamps, which were already really biting. I moved my arms and the pull on the clamps was evil. He left me like that for several minutes and the pain was becoming excrutiating.
"Would you like some more poppers?" I said I would. A few breaths would take the edge off the pain. He put the gas mask on me. I took a couple of deep breaths. It really delivered it strong and quick.
"That's enough" I said.
"I know" he said, smiling. And he just looked at me. I started trying to hold my breath and breath in less. He just stared at me. Eventually I had to stop trying not to breath and I inhaled poppers for several minutes. It was far too much and my head started to spin.
"Always eases the pain... Poppers can be a great turn on" said Musa He put his hands out and started playing gently with the nipple clamps. He stopped, turned round and showed me his ass. It looked perfect in the leathers. He bent so that they tightened up.
"I meant to ask you, ass licker - you like it clean or dirty or sweaty.".
"I like it sweaty but not dirty" I said through the mask.
"Imagine pulling that zip down and getting your tongue up there. All sweaty from the gym". I started to get swept away by the poppers, my nipples were just tingling, I imagined licking his arse. And the pain in my dick was unbelievable. I was so hard the pins were now directly in my cock head. I could feel them. I started to cry. I also felt drowsy from the poppers. He reached up and removed the mask. I gasped as the fresh air. He stood in front of me and looked down at my dick still tenting the jock. "You got pins in the head of your dick?" I nodded. Without warning his knee came up right into my balls. A real hard smash. A gasped in pain, and stumbled forward. The movement yanked the nipple clamps and I yelled out with the severity of the pain. I felt dizzy from the poppers and fell on the floor. With no way to break my fall I landed on my front. The nipple clamps pulled even more. The collar dug into my neck. I banged my face, reopening the cut from the earlier. "Well at least the pins are in your balls now too". I gonna get a drink. If you are standing up when I get back i will take the clamps off.
He disappeared but I couldn't get up. Moving round cut into my neck and pulled on my shoulders which tore at my nipples. When he came back I was just lying on the floor hurting all over. "Pathetic fag" he said and kicked me in the stomach. "You sorry you fucked with me fag?" I was fed up of this so I told the truth "I am sorry I ever met you". "But you did fag, and I gonna be back next Tuesday and the one after and on and on. And you gonna pay me to keep meeting you. You gonna pay me every week. How much you planning on paying this week?" I hadn't even thought. He had always named his price and I sensed a trap. "I don't decide that, you do". His face broadened into a big smile. "Finally you given me the right answer. For that I will undo the rope and take off the handcuffs". He did and I was able to get up and flex my shoulders - it made the collar bite in but I didn't care, it was the stiffness in my shoulders that was getting relief.
"Time for your beating faggot. And you getting buckle end of the belt. But I am not stupid I cannot have you in hospital so I do you a deal. I beat you 10 times with the buckle end, and use my flogger 100 times. Or you can have 30 with the buckle and no flogging - trust me that is not a good decision and I not shittin you. But there is a price difference - 100 flogs is 100 pounds." I had no idea what he thought I was paying him but I realised the buckle would be a really bad move. "OK flogging".
"Thats a good answer. Now you can chose. I can belt your ass with the buckle first and then flog you. I like that. The buckle makes cuts and the flogging will open them up - your screaming will be music to my ears. Or for only another £50, I can flog first and then use the belt". I opted for the flog first.
Musa rummaged on the bed and produced a few bits and pieces which I worked out was a way of putting wrist cuffs up against the door - held in place by a closed door. He cuffed me up and I was stood in front of the door. My jock on, my collar on - both with pins sticking in me. And nipple clamps that had been on so tight for so long my normally pink nipples were flattened and white. "OK fag boy, gonna give you poppers again. But I will take it off after you had about half a minute. I want you awake for this".
He put the gas mask on and reached round and started playing with my nipples. Pulling the chain on the clamps and twisting. My cock started to harden again and the pins bit in. It was horrible. It seemed longer than 30 seconds when he took the mask off and he said. "You count out loud. If I don't hear you I will assume it wasn't hard enough to count and go harder".
He stepped back and I heard him pick up the flogger and he landed it right on my ass. Surprisingly it wasnt too bad. "Stick the ass out like you woz beggin me to fuck your pussy - which I will never do, but you would like". I stuck my ass out a little and the jock tightened and the pins bit in. "you didn't say a number so we going from 100 now a little harder". He landed it on my ass again and I said "100" loud as I could. It was a little harder but I could tolerate it. He built up a real rhythm on my ass. Regular strokes, always on exactly the same place, all of an even pressure. I started to get into it. It was actually enjoyable. The poppers helped. There is a point in a flogging, particularly when poppered up, that the rythym becomes hypnotic. My cock started to harden which was not good but I could handle it. I stuck my ass out a bit more.
"Thanks for the signal boy" he said. And completely changed. He landed it on my shoulders - very hard. "You woz enjoyin it and I want you to remember whenever you enjoyin been flogged that it can change to this any second." Jeez it was hard. He varied where he landed it. He varied the pressure between hard and extreme. He was breathing heavily. "Building up a nice sweat inside these leather shorts, you will be licking in there soon if you do a good job here". Any element of erection had gone. This was just so painful. I was struggling to count down - we were down to 23, 22, 21 when he swapped from my shoulders back to my ass and when 20 hit my ass I gave the loudest scream ever. It was clearly as hard as he could. "Didn't hear anything, you getting that one again". I yelled 20 really loudly and counted down. He wasn't being rythmic now. There would 2 or 3 in quick succession then a long wait when I couldn't be sure what was happening and then out of nowhere a vicious swish onto my ass. No poppers rush now. No hypnotic feeling. Just pain and terror He got down to 4 and without warning moved to my shoulders and did 3 as hard as ever on my shoulders. I was crying and sobbing and begging him to stop. But he had finished. It was finally over.
Except of course it wasn't. "Now for the belt buckle beating. I love this. You want some poppers?" I said I did and he simply said "I know". I assumed he was getting the mask when the first slash came on my ass. I yelled and he very calmly said "10". I have never been in so much pain in my life. It was simply awful. "No poppers for you. You gonna feel dis pain for real. This is gonna cut you and I still not gonna stop" He beat my ass with the buckle end of his belt. At number 6 he said "Yes, its cut, I got blood, now to open the cut a bit". 4 more times. I was crying, I was sobbing, I was shaking with the pain.
When he had finished he undid my hands. I put my hands on my arse and they were red and bloody. "Oh yes, it cut you nice fag boy. I think at least one cut will scar up so people in future will see. And if you piss me off in future I will belt you til it reopens. You gonna feel that scar and remember the time you lied to Musa Anyway at least your dick isnt getting pinned anymore. My guess is its shrivelled to nothing.
Get in the bathroom and clean yourself up. And dont touch the collar or the clamps. You can take the jock off if you want but when you call me to say you ready it needs to be back on".
I cleaned myself up, rubbed a bit of antiseptic cream in on my cut arse. I examined my dick. It was a mass of red spots and right on the top one of the pins has drawn a small amount of blood. It looked a mess and felt quite sore. I started to put the jock back on. Then I had an idea. I took a handful of tissues from the box and put them around my cock and balls. This would protect them from the sharpness of the pins. I made sure it wasn't obvious what I had done and went out.
"Show me your ass now". I turned and showed him. "Perfect. You cut deep but you fuck with me and I can go deeper still. Let me see the collar. You didn't loosen it?" I promised I had not. "Let me check your nipples" he pulled on the chain. I yelped like a dog - the pain was so sharp. "Let's check your dick". I assured him that it was completely fine but he insisted on looking. He leaned forward and pulled the jock away. He saw the tissues immediately. "You cheating fucker, you thought you could trick me, you thought I was a stupid nigga and wouldn't find out. This is why I am so pissed. You think you are better than me and you are not. You are nothing but a pathetic, losing, fag boy. Right now you got a bit of money but over time that will change cos it is coming to me. Each week you going to gladly send me money. Fuck man. I dont know how to punish you enough for this. This is treating my like I am stupid again and I was already punishing you for that. Get that fucking toilet roll or whatever it is out of there now. Every bit."
I got it all out and he said "I gonna make you regret this for a long time batty boy." "Hand me the paper and hold the jock out at the front so I can see your pathetic dick". I did and he looked "such a tiny dick, with a few little holes, but nothing serious. How about this?". He produced a cigarette lighter and lit the tissue. He turned it so it was properly on fire and dropped the flaming tissues into the front of the jock right on my dick. It started to flame up around my dick and hair.
I released the jock and it sprung back pushing the pins in. Then I patted the front hard as I could to put the flames out. Of course the more I patted it, the more the pins went into my dick and balls.
Eventually I stopped as the flames were out and the burning stopped. I was litterally sobbing and shaking. But Musa was cold calm. "Take the ashes out but try not to touch your dick." He disappeared into the kitchen and I heard cupboard doors opening and closing and water running. He came back with a glass of warm water. "Wash your dick and balls with this". I started to go into the bathroom. "Do it here, I dont care if it fucks up your carpet dis not my place". I washed the black ash off my dick and the pain was unbelievable. "Salt water - will stop any infection" he said, laughing. It was stinging and when I looked down there were now several points where it was bleeding, my pubes had been burned on one side and there was a nasty red patch that looked like it was blistering up on my belly.
"You will learn eventually that I can read you like a book. I knew you would try and cheat on the dildo task. I knew you would not wait in the bathroom. I knew you would try and escape out of the place. And I knew first chance you got you would try and pad out those pins. Just accept I am not some stupid young black kid like you think and that I am like a psycho doctor who knows you and what you are really like"
I just looked down and nodded. It was true. It was like he had predicted and prepared for every move. He put his hand on the jock, down by my balls and said "I promised you could lick my ass and you can. How much money we up to?" I said "you added £150". "I did. And its nearly 10 oclock, you been at this for nearly three hours - that is expensive. Lets say £600 plus the £150 - so £750". This was a lot. I would have paid him over £1500 in just 3 weeks. What was more this wasn't fun anymore, it wasn't enjoyable but I wasn't sure how to get off the moving train.
"You do as I say without trying to be clever and you will enjoy it again, though always with the fear of today, and you will work out how to get me the money. You just got to work out how - maybe its getting a smaller car, or working extra hours, or not having any holidays, or not going out. I don't care. Its coming to me one way or another and the best part is you are handing it to me. Anyway ass licking soon so get in the bathroom I got a task for you. We went into the bathroom and he zipped the shorts all the way round. His cock and balls fell out the front his ass was sticking, pert and sexy, out the back. He sat down on the toilet and said "blow dis cock like you been trained to do - and dont you dare puke on me".
I knelt down in front of him and moved towards his dick. He stroked it a few times and it sprung up black, shiny and hard. I went down on him. "All the way motherfucka, I want you to be able to lick my sweaty balls". I went down properly and held it there for as long as i could. I started to gag a little and pulled off.
"Not bad. Don't come off at the first sign of trouble, you meant to control yourself".
I went down and this time he pushed on the back of my head and I coughed a little. He hooked his finger inside the collar and pulled me down further "Keep going". I coughed again and he hooked his finger in the back of the collar and yanked me up. Jeez the pain was incredible - the pins in my neck really hurt. "Stop coughing and choking I worried you gonna puke on me. Do it in silence motherfucka. Again".
And he pushed me on him. Somehow the angle was just right and he slid in very easily. I was all the way in when the dirty bastard farted. The smell was gross and then he said "dont you move an inch" and dropped a massive turd into the bowl. He eased me off his cock a little and said "sniff that". It was just dirty and not my thing at all. "Back on and this time you can work it up and down". I preferred that but I was conscious that he was taking a shit. Some people were into this but not me. I heard him crap some more. I didn't go hard at all - it was the first time I ever blew someone without getting hard. I was quite glad i wasnt hard given those pins would make everything so much worse.
"OK I finished. You can lick me clean now". I decided that this was where we crossed the line. I had to stand up to him a little - but politely. "Please don't make me do that. I have taken all you have dished out today and done the best I could but I fear I would throw up on your arse" He looked down at me kneeling before him. And he said "give me one reason why I should wipe my arse on anything but your tongue". I didn't know what to say. "I would lick it better if it was clean". He laughed "trust me you would lick it perfectly if there was a turd hanging out of it, if that was what I wanted you to do. Try again" "Err I don't know. I would be ill. I would throw up. I would....". "Let me give you a hint shit licker" and he rubbed his thumb and forefiner together the sign for money. "I could pay you not to make me do it" "You could but thats boring. Let me help. Who does this toilet paper belong to?" I was about to say it was mine when I realised that was not the right answer "its yours sir". "Sir, thats a new one. Master is better but I notice you have never said that. But you are right it is mine. I could sell you sheets at £50 each and you could give them to me to wipe my arse. But you get one chance at saying how many sheets"
I thought for a bit and eventually bought three sheets of paper. He tore one off. Wiped his arse on it and showed me a very dirty sheet. I moved back slightly. "Trust me if I wanted you to eat it you would be - but you not getting anything nasty from me when you paying this much extra". The second sheet was not much better and the third sheet stll had a large skid mark down it. "Not too bad but you gonna be tasting some nice nigga shit at least at first. Lets get you in the bedroom and we can have some fun." He zipped up the leather shorts and pushed me into the bedroom
He produced a foldable rimming seat from his bag, set it up and put it on the floor. "Get your dick out of the zip front of the jock." I did. It was red and sore and the tip had some dried blood on it. "Don't worry it will still work - I will prove it. We need to take those nipple clamps off, they been on over two hours and they are pretty bad ones. The pain the moment they come off will be incredible. Unless you want your neighbours calling the police you need to be quiet. Now lets get you properly poppered up." He put frest poppers in the fliter on the gas mask and put the mask on my face. The hit was incredible and within three or four breaths I was entering that wonderful head space you get from the perfect hit. "So you gonna unzip my pants at the back. You gonna lick my arse and you gonna wank off. When you are close to coming you tell me and you do exactly as I say. If you dont follow exactly then I will stamp on your balls with that jock on until your balls are a pulp and the doctors will tell you that you will never cum again. You know I will do it. Now take the mask off and get in position under the seat".
"Yes master " I said.
"That's right. I am your master. I not into name games but you call me master whenever you like. It shows respect which is what today's session is about. Master Musa.... Your cash master"
He sat down on the seat and said "Unzip me" and I realised he had put both zippers round by his arse so I got the wonderful sensation of zipping it down and seeing his dark brown arse, and his hole. I looked at his arse and pulled it apart a little. "Clean it like toilet paper first" It was still dirty but I didn't care. My head was swimming with the poppers and I was licking his crack. "You enjoying licking nigga shit? "Yes master." You gonna pay me for cleaning my dirty ass crack?" "Yes master" "I know you really want my hole so now go in - you can wank but tell me when you feel yourself coming". I stuck my tongue in the hole. I started to jack off and he played gently with the nipple clamps. A couple of times he pulled his arse cheeks further apart so I could get right in. After about 5 minutes I felt myself close to cumming. "Cumming any moment sir". "Hands off your dick now" he shouted pulling my hands away. He then leaned forward slightly and I got my tongue up even more. My cock twitched and he grabbed my balls through the jock and squeezed like mad. The pain was excrutiating - the pins were going right in my balls. With his other hand he yanked the chain on the nipple clamps so hard that they flew off. I dug my face into his arse so as not to scream and realised that I was cumming. After all the had happened it was crap. I wasn't tossing it out to get a sensation. There was no real orgasm, No nice sensation. Nothing enjoyable at all. Just pain in my bals and my nipples.
"And a ruined orgasm for all the trouble you caused. Take the jock off I want to see what damage I did". I dropped the jock and looked down. There were drops of cum on the tip of my cock but it was pink where it had mixed with the blood. It was covered in tiny bruises and cuts. There was a nasty blister on my belly. My ball sac was bright red and there were a few places where there was tiny droplets of blood from the pins". I saw there were streaks of blood on the carpet too, which I assume were from where he had whipped my arse. I was a mess.
"Get me the money cash cunt" he said. "£900 this week - am doing well". I got my phone and moved the money to him. My account had £34 left and the rent was due in 4 days.
"Final task for you fagboy get in the bathroom". I went in. "Two minutes" he said pointing to the black dildo still stuck to the wall. I hesitated and he kicked me in the stomach. "Now". I got in position and eased onto it. I got my throat to open and got my nose on the tiles. He stepped up behind me and simply held my head in position. I started to cough after about 45 seconds. I started to retch at a minute and then I threw up. The puke showered from my mouth all over the mirror, all over the floor, and it just kept coming. He held me in place and I couldn't move. I thought I was going to choke to death when he said "5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and grabbing the back of the collar he hauled me off the dildo. The pins stuck in my neck. I could feel a trickle of blood - or maybe it was puke, or throat slime or. "Same time next week fag boy". He kicked me again, right in the balls. I yelled out loud, and he simply said "my guess is you won't mess with dis nigger ever again"
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