Then there was a loud crack. It seemed like I felt it and heard it at the same time. One ferocious, stinging full-palmed slap to my exposed ass as he plunged his huge cock into me in one stroke. I heard myself scream. I couldn't have been silent if I tried. Nothing that size had ever penetrated me. I was no virgin. I knew how to relax my hole and let a lover in. But this defied all description. In seconds, this enormous shaft had stretched me wider and plumbed deeper than anything I had experienced. I'd forgotten about the men elsewhere in the loft; but as my wails of pain echoed off the walls, from beyond the curtain I heard a rousing cheer.
"He's in!
I was trying to catch my breath. After my screams had emptied all the air out of my lungs, Sir had clasped his hand over my mouth. He brought his face next to mine and was trying to calm me with his deep, guttural growling into my ear.
"It's done, cubby. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to move. Just loosen that tight ass for me. You know this is what you want."
A man of his word, his cock stayed firmly lodged deep in my bowels. He was prepared to give me time to adjust to his goliath weapon. His only movement was a shift of his knees that allowed him to rest his upper body weight on my torso, cradled in the sling. Far from suffocating, it was strangely comforting to feel his weight on me. We were as connected as a dog would be knotted into his bitch. The girth of his penis, that had been the biggest cause of my pain, was still stretching me. So tight was the connection, I thought I could feel his pulse as his cock throbbed inside me. Time seemed to stand still.
Keeping himself firmly planted inside of me, his mouth was on mine again. He was voracious. We were falling into a rhythm, passionately kissing. He would expel his breath into me just as I was ready to inhale. It felt like a mysterious, almost ritualistic transfer of power from one human form to another. It was a merging of soul and passion and lust. After what seemed like an eternity, he nudged the blindfold up just enough to look into my eyes. I don't know how to describe his stare. It was stern. It was confident. It wasn't a look of love; but of ownership and pride.
"I chose well tonight, son."
I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. I was torn between emotions I'd never experienced, and physical pain and pleasure I'd only dreamed of. Tears started to well up in my eyes. He used one finger to wipe them away. Then, although it seemed impossible, he pushed even further into my abused hole. A wry smile crossed his face. He started to slowly, almost imperceptibly move inside me. I instinctively gripped at his cock with the muscles in the wall of my ass. I was on autopilot trying to hold him inside me. Just a few minutes earlier, the pain of the breach was so severe. Now I was doing all I could to show him that I was his to use. What had just happened wasn't rape. I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. We both knew it was going to happen under his terms. I was as complicit as if I had signed a contract.
He began to shift his weight back onto his booted feet. With one hand on the chain supporting the sling, he pulled his hips back. His other hand spread across my chest and then grabbed at the central strap on my harness. The withdrawal was wickedly slow. While I still didn't know how long his shaft was, it seemed to take forever until I felt the head at my opening. Then just as slowly, he slid home again. >From a normal top, the pace would have been torturous. From a cock like this, it was a chance to gradually adjust to the railing that was sure to come. All the way back in, in one smooth stroke. Then out. I was surprised how quickly the crippling pain had melted away.
As he slid the blindfold back into place, the tempo of his strokes increased slightly. He gripped a nipple tightly in each hand. Now connected at only my ass and tits, he twisted my nips and used them to start to push me away from him. The sling started to sway. Holding his hips still, he allowed the momentum of the swaying sling to move my hole along the length of his cock. As he tightened his grip, I instinctively winced. My nipples were at their limit. Then he quickly released them. As the blood started to flow into my abused tits again, he rubbed his hands roughly on my pecs. I cried out. The fleeting pain had sent a direct signal to shriveled cock. I started to feel my erection return.
Then his hands were on my neck. The fluid motion of the sling subsided. Securing his prey with a choking hold, his hips began to take over. Not pounding yet, but at a steady pace, he continued to stroke his full length into me. The pace increased. I was now grateful for the break-in period he had provided after the initial penetration, It was becoming clear that things were going to be getting much rougher. I could feel his pelvic bone slam into my butt. Each inward thrust of his cock ended as deep in me as he could reach. Then as he withdrew, he pulled entirely free of my hole. Then before the gape could close, he skewered me again.
The pounding continued. I have no idea how long he fucked me. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. I was falling into a trance-like state. A sudden jolt of pain might startle me; but overall, I was in a blissful trance. The waves of pleasure would be more than I could bear. It was like I was drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point I was brought back to reality by a hard slap to my face.
"Where did you go, cub? Stay with me, boy. Now open your mouth."
Water rushed over my lips. It filled my mouth and I swallowed
"That's a good boy. Hang in there, cubby. You're not going to want to miss this."
With that, his lips were on mine again. One hand grasped me firmly where my jaw and neck met. The fuck was faster now. This was take-no-prisoners, all out pounding. Even after all my ass had been through, his fat cock continued to stretch me. I could hear his breath quicken. He grip on my neck tightened. If I thought there had been a transfer of energy before, it was nothing compared to this moment. At his deepest downstroke, I felt him freeze. He held my neck tight. Then from above me, a startling demonous growl that then rose in pitch. With a scream, he started to pump me full of his seed. I could feel him pulse. He didn't relinquish the hold on my neck. The pulses continued. Still firmly lodged in me, his chest fell on to mine. I could feel his heart still racing. He snuggled his face against mine.
*You were a good boy. You're a very good boy. I think you should meet my friends."
His pushed himself back up onto his feet. His cock still plugging my freshly seeded hole.
"Gentlemen. You can join us now."
I could only hear their boots as they quietly moved into the room and around the sling. It was at this moment, Sir began to draw his softening but still substantial penis from my ass. There were gasps from the others, as what seemed liked gallons of cum started flowing out of my gaping hole. Someone's hand was at my ass. Their fingers, dripping with sperm were brought to my mouth. Was it my Master's hand? I don't know. But I sucked the fingers clean.
"Have any of you ever seen such a perfect, cum filled cub? In honor of our guest, I think bidding should start at $500."
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