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I'm at the only adult bookstore in the county. Sebastian is out of town for the weekend but suggested I visit it to practice my skills. I pay at the counter to be able to go to the back area that has the booths and gloryholes. I had never done such a thing and am quite nervous and exhilarated at the prospect of sucking anonymous dick. I picked the first empty booth that I found. I enter, leaving the door slightly ajar and patiently wait until someone shows up.
It's been three weeks since the night at the club or my follow up performance with Paul and Gavin. I briefly saw Paul two weeks ago when he came to pick up his laptop that we'd fixed but didn't get a chance to chat as I was working in the back. I texted him shortly after but didn't get a response. Being new to all this I chalked it up to him losing interest and plus Sebastian had really put me through my paces.
When I got home after hanging out with Paul and Gavin, Sebastian was there waiting for me. Despite my protests of being too tired he dragged me into the garage and threw me face down onto the mattress. He pulled down my pants and began to tongue my hole. He eats me out like a starving man and somehow my hole is a five course meal. Several times he uses his fingers to try to pull out more of my rosebud. Despite Paul and Gavin's efforts it's more bud than the blooming flower they hoped.
Sebastian licks, chews, suckles, and pulls on my asslips and hole. I relax onto the dirty mattress and inhale the scents embedded onto the mattress. Eventually I fall asleep and when I wake up several hours later Sebastian is gone. I drag myself to my own bed and pass out again. When I wake up several hours later I have a text from Sebastian: put the cock cage back on. With a few hours before I have to go into work and chastity in my immediate future I spend the next few hours riding my sex toys and cumming several times until it's time to go work. Three weeks later I am still in chastity and Sebastian has the key. I asked him when he would unlock me but he simply said to trust him.
Over the last three weeks, Sebastian has really put me through my paces. The next day he tried to fist me but I told him no until he learned safety and technique. Instead he resorted to whipping up the most fiendish and torturous games. His fucking became more aggressive. We tried CBT. He was hellbent on stretching my hole to the max with toys and his dick. Sometimes two of them at a time. The more I denied him burying his fist in me the more aggressive in bed he became.
When Mr. Minoogian announced that he was closing the shop for a few days to visit his daughter, I was ecstatic. I was hoping that Sebastian and I could do some non sexual things during the weekend.But shortly after I told him my plans he announced that he was leaving town as well. He did tell me to go visit the adult bookstore sometime that weekend. Something he mentioned several times before he left.
After leaving work on Thursday I contemplated on going. I felt restless all evening until finally sometime after 9pm I made up my mind to go. I got ready and was out the door an hour later. I was still locked in chastity and had gotten used to near daily plugging my hole with various plugs.
So that's where I found myself on Thursday night, in a booth at the local adult bookstore waiting for someone to offer their dick to be serviced. I didn't have to wait for long before someone offered up their dick. It was about 7.5" cut with a slight curve to the left. I gently grabbed it and placed the head in my mouth and stroked it to full mast with my hand. I pulled out all my best tricks using my tongue and lips to stroke and suck the dick before me. I soon heard the appreciative moans of the owner of the dick I was sucking. It wasn't long before he began to blast his load into my throat. I pulled off slightly to taste his cum and was shocked to a slightly bitter taste of cum.
I've spent the next two hours sucking dicks that were offered to me. They all varied in size, length and color. Many of them were cut but I truly savored the uncut ones. Something about their foreskin fascinated and excited me. Several times I offered up my ass but no one took the bait so to speak. As happy as my hole was to be plugged it didn't compare to the feeling of a hard, throbbing, living cock.
After two hours of sucking dick and swallowing loads I needed a break. My lips were puffy, my neck and knees were sore, and I felt the need for some fresh air. So I stepped out of the booths and out of the bookstore to get some fresh air. As I walked towards my car I spotted a very familiar face. It was the guy Sebastian and I had visited after the club who felched both of our loads. I was tempted to say hi but felt that he wouldn't remember. Fortunately he beat me to the punch and looked my way and smiled.
"Hey" he said as he approached me. "Just got here or just leaving" he added with a chuckle.
"Umm.. just getting some fresh air" I said, getting a good look at him. Well as best as you can at nighttime with low lighting in the area.
"Ah you were busy in the booths I see" he murmurs as he crosses into my personal space. He traces my lips with one hand and wrapped his other hand around the waist. I'm a little taken aback by his boldness but I imagine that everyone here wouldn't mind seeing some light man on man action in the parking lot outside the adult bookstore. "Did you get fucked too?" he adds nonchalantly. He moves his hand down my waist into my pants making his way over to my puckered, plugged hole.
"Oh no" I quickly add, shaking my head. "No one was interested in fucking me. Just oral".
"That's a shame" he tuts. "If I remember you have a mighty fine ass. Too bad it isn't cummy like last time". I blush and look away.
"Would you like to fuck me sir" I say quietly. I feel emboldened.
"I thought you would never ask" he adds, chuckling. "Yes but not here let's go back to my place. I'll make your hole real sloppy. You'd like that right?" . I nod. "Great let's go back to my place and have some fun".
I start to head back to my car to follow him to his place. He grabs my arms and says, "Let's take my car, it will be easier. Besides, your car will be fine here". I hesitate looking up at him catching his eyes. I don't detect any malice or bad intent in his brown soulful eyes. "C'mon just trust me. It'll be fine".
I nod and follow him back to his car. A really expensive luxury two door black car. I feel nervous but somewhat excited of the thought of getting fucked in his condo. If I remember correctly there's floor to ceiling windows in the high rise apartment. The thought of getting fucked in front of the windows overlooking downtown excites me. Unfortunately, the cock cage prevents me from getting fully hard and is constrained inside my briefs and sweatpants.
As we begin the drive to the interstate, he begins to chat me up. I learn his name is Tom and he works in finance. Most of the drive he bemoans the stress of his job and sex is his main outlet. As we get closer to the interstate entrance he takes a turn that takes us down a one lane road. There are no lights, so the only illumination are his headlights. I start to protest, he says calmly, "I have a nice quiet place out here that is better suited for us. Just trust me".
I'm not quite convinced but decide to see where this goes. I make a note of the few turns we have made before we reach a gated door that leads to a farmhouse at the far end. He punches in the code and the gate swings open. As we start to drive in, I start to feel dizzy and try to hold onto something before I pass out. The last thing I see before I pass out is the farmhouse looming into view.
Sometime later, I am jolted awake and start to take stock of the predicament I find myself in. I seem to be in some type of refitted barn. All along the walls where farming equipment is usually kept are all sorts of sexual devices. Dildoes, whips, chains, a fully stocked dungeon. In the far corners are a sling in one corner and a padded mattress in the other.
I try to scream but the gag in my mouth muffles everything. The only change is that drool falls out of my mouth into my chest. I am restrained with my hands tied above me, they are secured tightly despite my attempts to break free. I am fully naked except for the cock cage. Each nipple is clamped with a nipple clamp. And despite the cock cage, my balls are weighed down with a heavy metal ball stretcher. I don't know how much time has elapsed since I first arrived with Tom. But shortly after I wake up Tom walks in from the outside through a door.
"Good you're awake" he says nonchalantly. "I'm not sorry I did this the way I did, I just wanted this to be a surprise" he adds. He approaches me,decked out in some type of leather outfit. He has on a full body leather harness that accentuates his large muscular chest and his washboard abs. It looks like someone took a chest harness and modified it with side straps that are joined to a pouch that holds his dick and balls. He is also wearing knee high leather boots with black socks that go just above his knees.
I can't help but admire Tom, despite the predicament I am in. When we first met him a few weeks ago I was unable to get a good look at him but now that he is before me I allow my eyes to roam over his body. He too is wearing nipple clamps. I see stubble all over his chest and stomach, so he must shave or wax his chest. Similarly, a few hints of pubes peak over the pouch.
He grabs an aerosol can and a discarded jockstrap from a bench and sprays the jockstrap with whatever is in the can. "Now" he adds after a protracted silence, "we can have fun and you can enjoy what I have conjured up or you can try to resist and make it harder. But either way you'll enjoy it". He's being sincere and honest from what I can tell.
"I promise not to inflict any permanent harm and give you breaks in between the scenes I have planned out," he adds in between taking huffs from the jock strap. "Now do you trust me?" he says looking me right into my eyes and quite possibly into my soul. I nod, "Good" he smugly adds.
He sprays the jockstrap one more time and brings it to my face. He hooks the straps behind my ears and places the pinched part that usually goes near the taint over the bridge of my nose. All I can smell is the sweat, piss, and the chemical odor of whatever he sprayed. The spray has a similar effect to poppers. It seems to relax me, but also makes me very horny. With the push of a button on a small remote, a motor begins to hum and I'm lifted several inches off the ground. My feet don't touch the ground at all, he moves a small step stool and my the tips of my toes barely rest on top of the stool
Tom grabs two things off the wall a large, fat dildo and a bottle of lube. Behind me is a stool that is just below level of my ass, he mounts the dildo onto the stool and pours lube all over it, liberally coating it with lube. He moves the stool closer to my ass and inserts the tip of the dildo into my ass. My greedy, hungry ass engulfs the first three inches or so of my hole but stops due to the enormous width of the plug. I lose my balance and fall off the step stool which causes the dildo to slide further down my hole. Another two inches slide in. I moan.
Tom leaves through the very same door he came in. Over the next hour I'm left dangling from the ceiling. With only the dildo anchoring me in place. Several times, I have to step off the stool to correct myself and this helps the dildo slide further in. By the time Tom comes back more than half of the 14" dildo has gone in. The toy gets wider as it gets closer to the base. Tom takes the jockstrap off my face and brings it closer to his own crotch. He unsnaps the crotch off the harness and proceeds to pee on in. Once he has determined that it soaked enough he stops. He takes off the ball gag I've worn for the last two hours or so. I open my mouth to stretch and relax my jaw when the ball gag is replaced with the pissed on jockstrap. He ties it behind my neck. My saliva mixes in with the piss and provides a salty option to my otherwise parched mouth.
I hear Tom opening and closing drawers behind me but can't see what he's looking for. Suddenly, I hear a loud whistle cut through the air before I feel the whip hit my upper back. It takes my body a few seconds to register the pain. By the time I do, another hit is sent across my back. Tom whips me 10 times in quick succession over various parts of my back. I want to scream out in pain. I feel my back is on fire. He soon moves on to whipping parts of my butt and upper thighs. While I was worrying and trying to lessen the pain on my back, I didn't notice that my hole had swallowed almost all the dildo to the base. I'm silently sobbing from the pain. After a few more lashes across my pain, I feel the same dizzying feeling from earlier.
I wake up again sometime later. I don't know how much time has elapsed since the whipping began. I do realize that I'm in a new contraption. This time I am bound from neck to toe in nylon rope. I am suspended on bars that are keeping me off the ground. My arms and legs are completely immobilized due to the nylon rope. The pain from the lashes are down to a dull pain. I'm awakened from my stupor by Tom pulling on the chain that holds the nipple clamps. My legs are elevated at 45 degree angle.
"On to the next scene" he says between huffs of poppers. "I hope you are ready for the Asscavator" he adds chuckling. I once again hear the hum of a motor and feel what I can only imagine is the Asscavator at the lips of my hole. Tom stops the fuck machine makes a few adjustments and restarts the machine. This is easily the biggest and widest toy I have ever taken.
Tom starts me off easy on a slow thrusting speed. I would call it slow, lazy strokes. Still there is nothing slow about it as the wide toy invades my hole. He feeds me poppers, making me take long deep lungfuls of vapors before amping up the speed of the fuck machine. I don't even attempt to resist the invading Asscavator and just let it dig out my insides. It has entered my second hole as well as felt it pummel my prostate. Tom stands before me and with a small whip starts to whip my balls and caged cock. I try to recoil from the lashes but he has secured me well enough into his nylon contraption that I'm completely defenseless to his lashes.
The ball stretcher helps keep them out, front and centered to endure his assault. I scream into the jockstrap that is now soaked with my saliva. He proceeds to lash his inner thighs. With a flick of his remote the machine speeds up and I'm helpless to stop his assault. He moves back to my balls and gives them another 10 lashes before he stops. Unsatisfied he palms my abused balls before he gives it a few open handed whacks.
He slows down the machine to the original pace. He takes another discarded jockstrap and douses it with poppers and then places it into the front compartment of a gas mask. He removes the gag from my mouth and secures the gas mask over my face. I'm completely overwhelmed by the smell and become ravenous for more action. I try moving so that I can readjust the angle at which the Asscavator is entering my hole. I have only successfully swallowed about â..." of it and I want all of it. Tom sees me struggle and relishes in my frustration. He chuckles and says "Pathetic slut" as he walks out of the barn. I continue to struggle and find a better angle. After 10 mins I give up and resign myself to whatever Tom has planned.
I don't know how much time has passed but I suddenly jolt awake when I realize my surroundings have changed. I must have passed out at some point without realizing. I wish I knew how Tom keeps knocking me out. This time I'm not restrained in the nylon rope. There is a spreader bar at my ankles keeping my legs spread open. I'm on the padded mattress and could make a run for it if I wanted to. But I don't.
Tom approaches me. He is fully naked and hard. He has a respectable 7 incher with the biggest balls I have ever seen. They are easily the size of oranges and are low hanging. I'm mesmerized by the sight of them. Tom is saying something to me but I'm having a hard time concentrating on what he is saying. My mind is hazy from all the poppers. Frustrated that I can't seem to grasp what he says he points his dick at my face and blasts me with his clear piss. I don't realize how thirsty I am until I'm struggling to swallow as much as I can.
"Good to know that you are piss slut" Tom says, addressing me once again. "I think we can do more piss play later. But now I want to have you service me. I think I've earned it". He sits down next to me and begins to stroke his dick. He palms it on his hand and it makes a heavy sound. He nods to me and that's all the invitation I need. I lick the head and slowly swallow it until I feel his scratchy pubes on my chin. I'm distracted by my tending to his dick that I don't notice until it's too late that he spanks me. Hard.
I groaned around his groin. I don't want to bite his dick but the pain is strong. I'm bobbing up and down on his engorged cock, feeding on his pre-cum. He swats each cheek five times, the echoes of the slaps reverberate across the room. Finally, satisfied that my ass is red enough to his satisfaction he slaps each asscheek once more for good measure.
"Let's look at at hole" he says maneuvering us both so that I'm still sucking on his dick but now am on my stomach. He spreads my ass cheeks, I wince from the pain of the slaps. I instinctively flex my hole and my rosebud pops out just enough to Tom's satisfaction. He exclaims.
"Well look at that pretty rose" he says fingering my rosebud. "It's a little one and I want to see it bloom more. I want you to leave here dripping, gaping, prolapsed, and cunted". He sticks two fingers and massages my hole. I lap up at his dick while he continues to finger me. Two fingers become three, then four. Finally he's struggling to fist me but suddenly stops.
He moves away to grab the fuck machine and bring it over to the padded mattress. He walks along the wall looking for a sex toy and finally picks one that has is flesh colored and is composed of several humps, 7 total. He attaches it to the machine and moves me around to line up my hole to the machine. He programs it and it whirs to life. The machine quickly starts to pump in and out of my hole and follows a set pattern: It brusquely slams the full length into me and then pulls out one hump, slams it back it, two humps, slams back in, three humps, slams back in. It follows this pattern until the penultimate hump and then begins the pattern all over again.
He comes back around and ties my arms to hidden hand holders in the padded mattress. I'm completely immobilized once again. He pisses all over me before leaving again. I've lost count of how many times the fuck machine has gone through the repeated process before I feel the telltale sign of me losing consciousness.
I come to some time later and I'm no longer in the padded mattress. I'm on the sling. The nipple clamps are gone. From what I can see the nubs of my nipples are raw and red. The ball stretcher feels heavier than before. My hands are tied above me and my legs are also strapped into the sling. Tom walks up to me wheeling around a small cart with an assortment of toys and lube.
He looks at my hole approvingly and says, "Good the machine did the trick. You're ready". Ready for what I can only wonder. Tom takes a bottle of lube and covers his entire hand in a thick viscous lube. This time though instead of working up to five fingers he uses a duckbill hand motion to fist me. With enough pressure on Tom's part and will on mine I hear a loud audible pop when his fist fully enters me. His fist graces my prostate eliciting a moan from me.
He switches over to his other hand and begins to alternate. Left. Right. Left. Right. I'm lost in the sensations and ride it out. He twists his hand inside of me and I let out a guttural moan. He continues to push on my prostate at every change I get. Satisfied that my hole is gaping enough he increases the speed of his fists. He punches my hole several times.
"Count each punch when I pull out my fist" he says with a fierce determined look on his face. The punches border on painful and pleasurable and I feel conflicted. He begins with slamming his fist into me and looks me in the eye to begin the count.
"One...two..th-three..four...fiiiive" I moan out before I piss myself. He uses the extra moisture from my piss to lube up his arms. I continue counting to 19 before I feel an orgasm coming. I start to squirm and moan around his fist. Just when I'm about to cum he punches my balls hard. He proceeds to edge me in that manner over the next hour or so. I've lost count of how many times he's brought me close to the edge only to deny me an orgasm.
My hole and my balls are battered and bruised. I'm tired. I'm just a hole for Tom's punching pleasure. I can only wonder what my hole looks like. Once again the telltale sign of dizziness overtakes me and this time I truly welcome it. Who knows what other machinations Tom may dream up but at least my body will rest.
I'm jolted awake by the sound of rapping, specifically rapping on a window. I jump up and realize that I'm back in my car. I look towards the window to see what is going on and see a very familiar face.
Stay tuned for the finale. If you have any ideas, comments, or anything please email me at panem12_anda at att dot net