Under HIS Thumb
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Chapter Eight: Under His Thumb | Maid to Serve
I don't enjoy cleaning. I know some people may because of the satisfaction it brings to finally relax in a clean house or the sense of accomplishment tidying up can bring, but I always put it off when I can.
Of course, I had never cleaned under these circumstances before. Sure, as a pledge in the frat house during college, we were required to clean the house weekly and after parties, but we always did just good enough of a job to get by. Besides, frat houses are generally shitholes, so nobody really noticed a mediocre job. But now I felt a sense of obligation to do the best job I possibly could. My enthusiasm was slightly diminished by the clamps on my nipples and clips on my balls. Neither were the least bit pleasurable. At most, they were tolerable, and when I bumped them or they otherwise were jostled, they would burn and sting like a motherfucker.
I spent the rest of the morning cleaning up from poker night, washing dishes, and starting some laundry. I prepared lunch from what I could find in the kitchen, including a salad, sandwiches and chips and served it to Tom and Marco at the table. I ate while I was making their lunch, nothing as extravagant as what I prepared for them, so I continued to wait on them during their meal.
Tom called me over and removed the clamps and clothespins. I thought bumping them into things was painful, but I was not prepared for the pain caused as blood returned to these tender bits. Tom made sure to give them a good rub, saying it would help with blood flow. His wicked smile betrayed his supposed good nature though, as it felt like a hot poker was being pressed against my nipples.
After the lunch dishes were cleared, Marco and Tom adjourned to the living room. I finished up cleaning the kitchen and was called in by Marco.
He was sitting in the living room, pants around his ankles, playing Tom in football on the game console. He said, "I have another job for you." with a smile.
I got right to work polishing his stiff rod with my throat. He rested his arms and controller on my back while I sucked him. It didn't give me a whole lot of room to maneuver, so I don't know how good I could possibly have been doing. Marco wasn't doing too well playing his game either, as Tom seemed to easily defeat him shortly after.
Tom got up and moved in behind me on his knees while I was still working Marco's pole. He grabbed both my wrists, pulling them behind me as he slid his dick into me. Without my arms to support me, I was no longer able to effectively control how deep I took Marco's cock. Tom used my arms to pull me back on his cock and his thrusts to push me forward onto Marco's. Marco assisted by grabbing a hold of my head and pulling me down on his cock and pushing me back onto Tom's, see-sawing me back and forth between the studs, Neither were being brutal, but Marco's dick kept making me gag. He slapped the side of my head and few times telling me to relax, but I couldn't. I was warned to control my gagging but neither of them did anything to help me stop. Tom said if I threw up, I wouldn't like what happened next, still the gagging got worse until the little bit of lunch I ate came back up all over Marco's cock.
Both men were pissed, and I was tossed to the floor like a used piece of trash. Tom left and came back with a towel for Marco. Then he dragged me up to the shower and rinsed me off.
When I was finished drying off, he marched me back to the guest room. He fastened cuffs on my wrists and ankles and then pushed me against the wall with the eye bolts in it. He grabbed two small wooden boxes and had me stand with one foot on each of them against the wall. My wrist cuffs were attached to two bolts in the wall so they were outstretched and slightly above the height of my shoulders. Tom pulled out the nipple clamps and attached them to my already sore nips and then pulled a large metal post out from the closet. It had an adjustable telescoping steel pole with a wide square base welded to it. The way Tom handled it, I could tell it was heavy and It definitely looked like it was custom made. He affixed a very thick and large dildo to the clamp at the top. It had to be as big, if not bigger than Ryan's monster cock from the night before. He lubed it up before lining it up to my hole. The entire time, I followed him with my eyes, but he didn't look at me or say a word. He would just position me where he wanted, and I knew better than to disobey.
Tom yanked the butt plug out of my ass and I winced at the pain. Then he very unceremoniously slid the very tip of the large dildo up into me, adjusting the pole so that it was about an inch deep in my ass. He attached my ankle cuffs to chains on the wall, pulling them so that my feet were a little wider than shoulder width apart. This pulled my feet off of the little boxes I was standing on. Losing the few inches of height I gained from standing on them drove the dildo into my ass further, but I could still straighten my legs some to relieve the worst of the pain in my asshole. That was, until Tom took a short small chain and attached it to the base of the pole. He pulled down on the thin chain running between the nipple clamps and clipped it to the one on the base of the pole, and then left the room without saying a word.
Now I was left with an unenviable choice. The dildo was more and more painful the further it went in, but taking more of that giant dick relieved the pull of the clamps on my nipples. My other option was to try and stand up more. Even on my tip toes, pulling myself up by my arm restraints, the dildo was still firmly lodged in my ass. Plus, that only offered minor relief. I spent some time toggling between the two before a third pain started in. My body was fatiguing from straining in this position. My legs and arms began to quiver. I had no idea how long I would have to endure this punishment. Beads of sweat formed on my body as I unintentionally raped myself with this giant silicone dick.
I don't know how long I was in this predicament. It felt like forever, but I'm sure it was only ten or fifteen minutes. By the end, my arms and legs could no longer hold up my body, and my ass had become accustomed enough to the dildo that I had fully impaled myself on it. My arms were pulled taut as my upper body hung from the restraints, my legs were trembling, my nipples were on fire and I was drenched in sweat.
Tom returned to the room but didn't undo my restraints. Instead, he removed my cock cage and started stroking my cock. Marco came in and removed the nipple clamps and excruciatingly massaged the blood back into them.
Tom finally spoke to me in that calm firm voice. "You will learn to control your body to please us. You will learn to follow orders one way or another." He continued stroking me, "You will not cum, do you understand?"
Squirming and weak, I pleaded with Tom that I couldn't control it. I was damn near ready to cum right then and there. Tom brought me to the edge of orgasm and stopped. He rubbed my nipples and my focus quickly shifted away from my imminent ejaculation. Tom repeated the process repeatedly until sweat gushed from every single pore in my body and precum oozed from my dick. I was literally begging for relief. I promised to do anything he wanted. He simply replied with a laugh, "you dumb cunt, you already agreed to that when I put this cage on. What else do you have to bargain with."
In my delirium, I offered him money, my car, my possessions, but he refused all of it. He said the only thing he wanted from me was my complete and total obedience. That was something I had to prove with actions, not say with words. He reminded me again that I was not allowed to cum.
My legs were useless, so my only support was the massive dildo on the pole lodged up my ass and the pull of the chains on my arms. The urge to cum was unbearable. Each time I would tell Tom I was getting close because I didn't want to disobey him and he deftly thwarted any hope of release each time.
Eventually, Tom grew tired of tormenting me with the game of cat and mouse. While Tom was busy with me, Marco had retrieved a bucket of ice water and a small towel. Tom dipped a towel into the bucket and proceeded to wrap the freezing cloth around my junk until it went soft. I would not get to cum after all. He replaced my cock cage, removed the dildo and pulled me down off the wall, carefully laying me on the bed.
At that moment, I wanted to hate Tom. How could anyone be so sadistic. My arms and shoulders ached from supporting my body weight, my legs were useless, and my cock was throbbing inside the cage with no relief. But I couldn't. Tom began to massage my shoulders and Marco brought me some Gatorade and something to eat. It was only mid-afternoon, but I was ready for a nap. Tom stroked my hair as I drifted off to sleep. As my consciousness faded, so did my anger and disdain for Tom.
To be continued...
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