"I'll tell you what, I had planned to get your ass nice and red before I unload in it, anyway. Guess you gave me the perfect excuse by pissing all over Doug's nice floor."
His beaming smile was still there; but something in his eyes let me know that this was going to hurt.
Scott was an oversized bear of a man. It's only a slight exaggeration to say his hands were the size of catcher's mitts. Despite his shaggy beard and mane of hair, his torso was relatively smooth. There was a dusting of hair across his chest and over his round belly. But this man had the hairiest forearms and hands I have ever seen. His fingers were fat as sausages and covered with hair. This is not a fist I would wish on anyone. Not is a fistfight; and certainly not covered in Crisco and reaching toward your ass. Over the course of the evening, I had learned that those hands could be surprisingly gentle. But they were also massive. Something about him was playful. However the look he had just given me was no laughing matter.
"Raj. Would you grab hold of the pup's right leg? Doug, if you and Manny could quit making out like newlyweds, I'd like one of you to hold his head. The other can secure his left leg for me. Okay, little bear. All you have to do is get a good hold on Raj and Manny's arms. Then you can scream your fucking head off!"
With one more flash of his smile, he pulled back his right arm. Faster than you'd think a fat man could move, the palm of his hand slammed into my left ass cheek with a stinging crack. If the other three were not holding me tight, the impact would have sent me into orbit. Sir was holding my neck and the back of my head. The energy in that first hit shook my entire body. My teeth were clenched and I was determined to take my punishment like a man.
There were maybe five seconds between the first and second hit. When he made contact the second time, in the same exact spot, the pain was blinding. I felt a growl rolling up through my chest. The first two slaps were the hardest. I couldn't have taken it if he had continued with his full power in each swat. But the third and the fourth and fifth were still solid full-palmed swats nearly one per second. After that, I lost count. What had started as a growl, grew to a howl. Not one for each hit; but a continuous guttural howl punctuated by the impact of each blow.
When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he shifted his weight to the other foot and looked me directly in the eyes. I understood. I nodded. Then he turned to face my left butt cheek and replayed the same pattern with his other hand. In the brief pause between beatings, I realized I wasn't howling anymore. It had devolved into a pathetic, full-body sob. It wasn't until he finished his second set that I realized I had pissed myself again. Tears were running down onto my chest and snot was dripping from my nose.
Scott stood silently in front of me. There was no banter now. The other three maintained their hold on me; but they didn't speak. This was Scott's moment. He reached his outspread palm gently now to my ass. His touch was unbelievably gentle. I felt a shiver go up my spine. He cautiously pushed a thumb into my ass. Then he pulled away and turned his back to me.
He stood silently. Then there was a tiny shake of his head. Did he feel regret? Or was he steeling his resolve.
He walked soundlessly through the opening in the curtain and into the other room. Moments later he returned with something in each hand. He strode to his position of power between my spread legs. One hand held my rolled up belt that Sir had placed on the table earlier. He laid the wide leather belt coil on my stomach. Opening his other hand he produced a pair of clamps secured by a chain. He methodically attached the first clamp to my nipple, pausing only briefly as I drew in a breath. Then securing the other clamp, he handed the center of the chain to Sir behind me.
Lifting the belt and letting it unfurl, he stood back and again looked directly into my eyes. His look was resolute and unwavering.
It's important for me, that you know there was no anger in his face. We use words like punishment and domination and submission; but we don't always necessarily understand them. We don't always understand them. Until the time that we do.
In response to his wordless look, I again gave the slightest of nods.
As if it had been choreographed, Sir sharply jerked on the chain as the first lash of the belt hit my tender ass. Manny and Raj continued to hold me tight. I could feel their power and strength as they held me safe. As each snap of the belt echoed in the high ceilinged loft, an accompanying cry escaped my throat. Again, I can't tell you how many times the belt made contact with my flesh. For those subs out there who count out each swat, I salute you. For those who count out each swat, thank their Master and ask for another, I salute you. I've been able to do that a few times in my past. But nothing about this night was like any other.
The assault stopped. Scott dropped the belt to the floor. He stepped in until his belly rested on mine again. I don't know if was the beating or not; but his fat dick was like steel. He slid into my hole and brought one hand to cradle my face. The other hand was rubbing my flaming ass cheek. As if he had a second thought, he rose up. He shifted his weight off of me and knelt with his face at my ass. Starting with one cheek, he kissed and caressed and made love to my crimson butt. He raised his head to look at me. Then he moved to my other cheek to repeat the process. When he had completed his healing ritual, he moved his mouth to my hole. After several swipes with his broad tongue, he cleared his throat and filled my puffy ass with spit.
Rising to his feet, he stood between my outstretched legs.
"Okay, guys. Let's get his legs out of those straps. I think cubby has earned a breeding."
As they released the velcro, Raj and Manny massaged my legs and slowly lowered them. Then my current owner stepped to the side of the sling, slid his arms under me and lifted me effortlessly into the air.
Up to this point, my attention had been focused on my captors. All I had been able to see since the blindfold came off was four powerful men and the curtains that hung behind them. Scott carried me away from the sling and into an open, tiled wet room. He lowered me until my feet touched the cool tile floor, careful to support me, due to my still wobbly legs. He reached for a remote that hung on a cable from the rafters. With a touch, a warm shower of water cascaded over us. He drew me close and took my head between his huge hands. We kissed deeply as the water rinsed away the piss and sweat. Another flick of the remote and the waterfall stopped. He picked me up again and carried me past the tiled section, to a carpeted area where several mattresses were placed directly on the floor. The biggest mattress in the center was covered with a black leather sheet. He let my feet drop to the floor, then wrapped me in a towel.
"Hey guys, can you give us a minute? I'm fixin' to pump about a barrel of cum into this little bear. You all know how shy I can be. Manny, you might want get in some batting practice. You're on deck."
He laughed loudly at his own joke. Across the loft, I heard the others groan.
"Cubby, I want you flat on your back right in the middle of this Scott-sized bed. That'll get us the best camera angle."
No longer capable of being surprised, I did just as I was told. As he dropped to his knees and scooted in, I raised my legs to rest my feet on his shoulders. Then he drove that fat dick home. There was some initial pain as his upper thighs made contact with my bruised and battered ass; but from there on out, there was nothing but bliss.