A Risky Return to Sin City

This time DR. D gets up front to drive, and the two other masters remain in the back with me. “Before we head to the house and get you settled in, I think we should all take one more turn with you. You owe us, don’t you think? Of course, what I love most about this is what you think doesn’t matter Cunt, we are going to take you regardless,” laughs DR. D from the front as he pulls out of the driveway of the Mistress’s home.

He means what he said that they all love this, and they do take advantage of my current predicament. I can see while looking forward that we are back in the commercial district driving down the still busy Las Vegas Boulevard. Truly Las Vegas never sleeps. And as they say, all kinds of crazy things happen in Vegas. For instance, there is a straight naked man strapped down tight to an inventive device, in a van being driven in traffic past brightly lit after brightly lit casino, who is being sodomized by a skilled gay Dominant determined to satisfy his cock with no regard to the feelings of the hole he is plundering, and no one in the crowds we pass is aware or cares. It’s a full trip down the main drag and back, stopping at numerous red traffic lights before he has enjoyed himself enough to pop his load within me. His cum now comingling with the Mistress’s. It is such an odd feeling being fucked this way. It is not the bounds or inability to resist, I am used to that now. It’s the odd feeling of having it done in a moving vehicle where you can feel the road vibrations, the bumps in the road, the stopping for lights and reacceleration when they turn green. Seeing the bright lights from the passing traffic and casinos spilling into the van. Hearing so clearly the voices of people in the crowds, especially as we sit at traffic signals, knowing they are close enough they can touch the van, yet oblivious to the fact that I am here being buggered just feet away from them. Exhilarating yet disconcerting at the same time. I’m confused as I am loving this and yet wanting it to end.

“Take us through Old Town as I do him,” suggests the other master whose turn is next. This area of Vegas is home to the older and smaller casinos. The streets are narrower, and I can see the faces of pedestrians clearly as I look forward, seeing out the front windshield. I’m sure some of them must be able to see us, although from their view they wouldn’t be able to make out what was happening inside, I hope. I’m not sure, but we seem to be traveling much slower now, like we are trying to be noticed. My anxiety is on the rise.

On the other hand, though, I am much more comfortable with the two masters who are now doing me. While I don’t know their true identities, they are familiar abusers from my past. They have previously proven to not cause me real lasting harm. I feel safe in them using me. It doesn’t mean they are treating me better. That is now being demonstrated as this one’s first actions are with the riding crop, whipping my butt, bag and cock saying he hates getting sloppy seconds and that I better pinch my hole tight while he does me. Of course, I had no control of the order of who was using me. Nor control over how he releases his frustration, real or contrived, on my body. I’m being taught this is the expectation of a BDSM submissive, yielding to the emotions and pleasures of the Dominant.

He ends my punishment and penetrates me with his ample cock, adding no additional lube. He is one of the more endowed members of the troupe. That combination makes the first few thrusts rough until the cum within me lubes him up. I do squeeze and push back with my butt, then relaxing and tightening, if for no other reason, to keep me out of additional trouble and retribution.

He takes his time; he has plenty as it is a bit of a drive out of the city to DR. D’s home. He is just finishing up depositing his cum in me as we turn in the driveway. “You both done with him?” calls out DR. D as he parks the van outside the garage. I guess it is too tall to fit inside. He gets out, opens the side door and says, “Plug him first, I don’t want him dripping on my floors. And put him in the small metal chastity cage sitting on the shelf, then let him up.” One of them pushes a large tradition butt plug into my sore hole, twisting it in without any mercy, which when the plug’s greatest girth swells my rectum before it closes around its base, I audibly cry out in pain. My cock and balls are then iced, shrinking me quickly which was the intent so they could secure them in the cock cage. I will not be able to grow an erection or otherwise play with my privates now. The two of them then begin to uncuff my legs and unstrap my arms and back. As I am pulled up and off there is a great sense of relief as my limbs ache from being held for such a long time. “Let him stretch his arms and legs for a minute, then put him in these with his hands in front.” A set of jet-black steel neck, wrist and leg irons are handed to them. I spent considerable time wearing them on my last trip. I was never free of some kind of bounds before, and I suspect that will be true again.

Secured by the chains interconnected with my locked neck, wrist and ankle cuffs, we all marched into the house, me in a shuffle stride inhibited by the shortness of the leg chains. As we move through the house, DR. D tells the other to go shower up while he puts me to bed. He’ll meet them for a nightcap after they are done. The group separates and the two of us proceed to the dungeon.

“Interesting night, wasn’t it?” DR. D states rhetorically as we move along. “I’m delighted you are officially mine for the weekend and that I can share you as I like with my fellow Doms and friends. Breaking in a new sub is always stimulating for me. I think it will be a fulfilling and fun weekend for all of us. I remind you that the guys coming tomorrow are all of the Doms from our little fraternity. And everyone will be here to get their kicks. You have been part of many conversations amongst us since your last visit. This is no longer about your needs; it’s now about satisfying ours. Each of us is in long-term relationships with our own submissives. And our subs understand and accept this is a partner free weekend where the Doms will be using and abusing a straight submissive that poses no threat to their relationships. Things we may want or like to do but can’t with our own subs, we may do to you as long as it is on the glorious and extensive activities list found in the contract. Of course, our interpretation of what many of the activities imply may be different than yours. This could make for quite a fun time for us, for you, maybe not so much. You wanted real, you’re going to get real. I hope you fully understood what real BDSM is when you agreed and signed…. Oh, relax Cunt, relax, I’m just trying to get you fidgety for tomorrow. I see I have succeeded.” My body language must have been speaking loudly even though I had been silent while listening.