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Chapter 12
I quickly ushered Scotty through the dorm and into our room, eliciting some strange looks at my slave looking like hell, wrapped in a blanket. But it's college. They just probably thought he had a crazy night partying. Well he did, just not in the way they thought.
I deposited Scotty on his bed and looked him over. A few minor bruises, nothing major. Then I pushed his legs in the air to look at his cunt. I have never seen a hole like that. It stuck out about an inch, was big and puffy, an angry red color and was oozing cum. I delicately touched it with my finger as Scotty trembled beneath me.
"Oh stick it in me Sir." Scotty whispered. Was he serious? The slut had just been brutally fucked for 12 hours, and he wanted more? I knew he was still high, but even he must have SOME limit! But never the less I found myself fingering him while he moaned.
"Fuck me please Sir." he begged. "I want to feel you in me."
I had just fucked him, but found myself getting hard again as I fingered his swollen pussy and he moaned. I got naked and layed on the bed, pulling my slave on top of me. Scotty sat right down on my hard pole, giving a long, low groan as he slid down my 12 inches. His eyes fluttered and glazed over as my pubes ground into his tender hole. I just stared at him in amazement.
"Tell me," I said. "Tell me everything they did to you."
Scotty recounted his whole evening as he dreamily rode my cock. Telling me how he was fucked blindfolded by every man there. How Big Bob made him his toilet. How his gigantic cock raped him. When he started telling me about getting fisted, he started riding my cock harder, becoming more excited. I grabbed his sore nipples and pinched and pulled them as he panted like a bitch in heat. I made him tell me in great detail every moment of the fistfuck. How he passed out when he first took the fist. How he was soon riding the big arm, begging for more. How Big Bob punch fucked him into oblivion. Scotty just rode my cock harder and harder, moaning more and more.
"Please Sir." He begged. "Please let me cum. I need to cum so badly!"
"No." I just said. "You won't be cumming for a while." Scotty just moaned and shuddered, resigning himself to his fate. He continued riding me while he finished telling me about the night. When he finished I just flipped him over and plowed him deep.
"Goddamn you are such a whore!" I said into his ear. You loved every moment. You're a fucking pig. Last week you never knew about the hungry pussy that was between your legs. Now you're just a dirty little biker whore. You would let anyone fuck you, wouldn't you faggot? You'd spread your whore legs for any cock presented to you. Well your mine whore! Your my property, and don't you forget it! You belong to me. Mine! Mine! Mine!" I chanted over and over as I pounded his broken pussy as hard as I could, punctuating each "mine" by slamming as deep as I could. I wanted my slave to know, no matter what, I was his Master and ruler of his destiny for as long as I wanted. I made him tell me so as I punished his hole.
"It's you Sir." Scotty grunted, "It's you who owns me. You who controls me. Im your slave. I love you...."
Before he could finish that statement I backhanded him.
"Don't you fucking dare say that whore!" I admonished him while I slapped him over and over, pounding his pussy as hard as I could, causing as much pain as possible. "I'm not a faggot like you." I hissed. "You're just my property. A hole to fuck, abuse, and sell as I see fit. Thats all bitch. Now take my cum in your whore twat!" I continued to slap Scotty as I dumped another load in him.
"I'm sorry sir." he just whispered, taking my abuse.
When I finished I angrily pushed him off the bed and told him to shower. I didn't want to smell anymore biker on my property. As he showered, I sat there, head in my hands, pissed at him for what he said. But why was I so pissed off? Why did I get angry when I walked in the motel room this morning? And why did I feel sad when I left him there?
I just shook the questions out of my mind as Scotty came back in the room. I snapped my fingers, pointing to my cock, and he dropped to his knees, taking it in his mouth. I started to piss, my anger subsiding as I drained my bladder into my toilet slave.
He wouldn't be attending classes today, so I decided to administer some punishment, since I knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a while anyway. Placing my bitch on the floor of the closet, I attached the leather shackles, connecting his writs to his ankles under his back. With his feet flat on the floor, his back arched so the only other part touching the floor was his shoulders, and his arms which were essentially worthless for support. Wrapping his balls up, I looped the rope around the clothes bar and pulled, forcing my slaves back to arch more and raising him on his tip toes, tying the rope tight. Now he had to support most of his weight with just his toes, and if he got tired and relaxed his feet, he would hang with most of his weight on his balls.
Looking down at him, I laughed to myself knowing how much pain he would be in very soon. Going into the bathroom, I took a big morning shit and used the dirty jockstrap to wipe myself. I even managed a little more piss to soak it. The nasty gag was shoved into his mouth to keep him silent, and taped in place.
"You have to learn, bitch," I said to him, shutting the closet door, "you call me Sir. You shamed me in front of people. Think about that for a while." Throwing on clothes and grabbing my books, I left for class, leaving Scotty alone to suffer and ponder his mistake.
I had three classes that day, returning sometime after 2:00. I could hear the bitch crying before I even opened the closet door. There he was, covered in sweat, crying and pleading through his gag. I just grabbed my camera and filmed his suffering. His legs were shaking, and I knew he had hung by his balls many times over the last few hours. In an inspired bit of cruelty, I tickeled the soles of his feet, so he not only was forced to put his weight back on his sore nuts, but he jerked and thrashed, adding more pain to his tortured body.
I just left him there. He cried and pleaded harder, but I ignored him, turning on my laptop. I had mail from the biker dude and opened it. Inside were pics and videos of Scotty's gangbang. Including very hot footage of his fisting. I watched in fascination as my whore was brutally violated. And watched Scotty's face as he loved every fucked up moment of it. Damn he truely was insatiable. After I checked more mail, confirming some upcoming sales, I untied the rope from the bar, and dragged my slave by his balls accross the room while he screamed into the gag. Quickly unbuckeling his restraints, I placed him over a chair, securing his arms and thighs to the legs so he was immobile.
Turning up the stereo to mask the sounds, I grabbed the paddle and started whacking his ass. He still bore welts from the other night, and cried hard at this new onslaught. I took great pleasure causing him fresh pain. When I had his ass burning bright red again, I attacked him with he crop. I landed blows on all over his back and shoulders while he squealed into his gag. More attacks to his thighs brought more tears. I knew the drugs had worn off, and he wasn't enjoying this beating quite so much. I made sure to smack his sore balls a few times causing him to throw his head back and howl.
After his entire backside glowed, I untied him and he crumpled to the floor. But I wasn't done yet. I grabbed a new dildo, one the same size as my cock, and taped it to the chair. Spitting on the dong, I picked up my slave and slid him down on it. His brutalized hole wasn't as receptive as it was previously, and Scotty shook his head and cried no into the gag. I ignored his whining and sat him all the way down. I tied his arms behind the chair, and secured his legs so he couldn't move. He just sat there impaled. Another round with the crop left his chest and legs a pretty shade of pink, and tears streaming down his face.
"I'm going out again for a while." I said turning the chair to face the door, and putting nipple clamps on him. "I'm not locking the door, so lets hope no one opens it accidentally." Fresh fear flashed across his face, which only amused me. As one final thing, I dropped my shorts and jerked off, shooting a thick load all over his face. "See ya!" I laughed, leaving the room.