Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude

I wasn’t sure where this set of events should be inserted in my journal. By timeline, this is what happened next to me. I just didn’t know it. After my first two visits to DR. D’s home, he sent me a collection of videos taken of me as I was bound and used. This trip was no different. When I went to watch this set, I made the discovery of what I am about to report. It was never discussed with me anytime I was there or since I came home. The recording starts with me on an outside lawn couch, and I look like I am asleep. Filming appears to be via a cell phone based on the jerky movements of the recording. The boys who I had been with at the ‘party’ were in a group standing around me. Two of the masters sat down beside me and began striping me of my clothes. I offered zero resistance or reaction. When they finish, two others pull me to the ground and begin to secure my wrists behind my back and then my ankles with duct tape. My feet are then pulled up to my wrists and secured together with more tape, putting me into a hogtie. This looks unnecessary as I appear sedated and not awaking or reacting to their actions.

I am picked up and carried to the garage, followed by the videographer who captures both their actions and conversations. I am dumped into the rear of a SUV, covered with a blanket, and the hatch is closed.

The video then picks up with me being set down on the floor by one the pegging benches of DR. D and Mate’s dungeon. The dungeon was where I expected my servitude would be starting and now it has. The duct tape is cut and removed, and with concerted effort my limp body is placed on and strapped to the bench.

I watch in marvel, as what follows is two hours of four of the masters taking turns fucking my hole, whipping my butt and abusing my balls. I offer no resistance, no reaction, no indication that I am aware at all of what they are doing to me. The boys are enjoying themselves. All are seasoned Tops. They have used my hole before. One comment amuses me as I hear on the tape one of the boys say, “I can’t believe how tight his hole still is, I fisted it the last time he was on this bench, and he still is clenching my dick without even being awake. He is the perfect bottom. Shame he’s not enjoying it, I sure am”

I am in awe as they continue to do me. Each in their own style, speed, sway and thrust. It’s not sexually exciting to me, but abusively exciting, if that’s such a thing. And that of course refers to the ‘me’ watching it. The ‘me’ being fuck is oblivious to the actions. That adds to my viewing enjoyment. I’m becoming twisted. I know. I’m getting excited watching myself being abused in a way I never even considered in my fantasies. The guys are enjoying it for real too. They know they are safe in their evil deeds of screwing an unconscious victim as they have my written permission to rape me in the condition I am in. It’s a stretch of the contract, I know, but I granted use of my body while it was bound even if I didn’t know who was doing it or what they wanted to do to me. They were not required to advise me before starting or need my verbal approval if the deed is on my acceptable list. Anal play and penetration are on the list. The ‘me’ watching is ok with what and how they are doing the sleeping me.

Another thing I noticed is they are physically different and of different ages. All are in good shape. Not a beer gut or flab on any of them. One is definitely hairier than the others. All are circumcised, although I know one of the guys that is part of the club is not. He is not among them. Two of them have sizable cocks, the others two, more average. All seem to have no problem keeping themselves hard as they plunder my hole. It’s funny, the oldest one and the youngest one seem to be making love to me more than the others. That is, they wrap their arms around my bound body as the glid in and out of me. They tenderly rub their hands over my back and sides. They reach under and caress my nipples. They seem to wish that it would stir some reaction from me. They don’t, but they still go at it. I have been lubed. Obviously, it is not to make it easier for me. This is all about their pleasure. They want to glide in and out.

The others two Doms seem to be in more of the mode of abusive fucking of this bound sub. Why not? The hole before them is free to use as they like. It is part of their kink to be forceful and strong with their prey. And so, they are aggressive, thrusting hard, pounding away with a look of glee on their faces. They spank my cheeks in between sets of banging me. One reaches up, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, arching my back as he plows in and out of me. He also fingers me, adding additional digits as he goes. One of the others tells him to back off on that, because he wants me to stay nice and tight and I’m already being stretched by DR. D’s oversized dick. There is general laughter with that dialog.

I’m surprised at how deep my sleep appears to be. I am showing no reaction to any of this. If it wasn’t for my restraints holding me tight to the bench I would have fallen into a pile on the floor. I notice what looks like a blood pressure cuff on my left arm. DR. D must have been keeping a medical eye out for me as they play. I also see what looks like an IV in the opposite arm near my wrist, but the filming never shows a close up shot of it. I’ll be told about it later.

They kept taking turns, getting close to climax before switching off with a friend to extend their endurance. On one rotation the one of the aggressive guys goes at me like a pile driver, arching up on his toes as he bangs forward, holding onto me to gain leverage to his thrusts. He grunts as he goes. His eyes closed, his face grimacing, yet looks pleasured, his body perspiring. This is like work. He likes his job. The bench is almost rocking. I’m just going along for the ride. I bet this would be hurting if I were awake.

Eventually they all went, depositing their loads within me. Then it was time for a new game. One of the masters shows the cameraman a close-up view of a Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup bottle. It is then brought over to me, my cheeks spread, and the bottle’s spout is inserted in my recently used hole and some of its contents spurted in. Another squirt is applied down my crack. I then hear “Go enjoy yourself” and I see a sub I know from the group come into frame. I also know what he loves to do. He has rimmed me before. He takes delight in sucking cum out of a used hole. The chocolate is a new twist. At least for me it is. He is making love to my butt hole with his tongue for his own self-gratification. Of course, I don’t even know he’s there. He licks me, sucks me, inserts his tongue, all while his work is being recorded close up. He’s smiling, loving what he is doing. I’m his chocolate cream pie. To me this is repulsive. I’m glad I’m not awake for this. It’s not a pleasure to watch either.

When he’s done, they then shift to more direct abuse of my cock and balls. DR. D provides reminders that I’ll have no reactions to pain stimuli so be cautious. He adds, no pain, but I can be striped and reddened as blood still flows through my capillaries. They whip my butt good. First with a riding crop, then a paddle, a wide paint stick and finally when shifting to my ball sack they use a flogger. Each time marveling in that my buddy has no jolting reaction to the strikes, yet there is a definite color change. The video shows my very rosy, red cheeks with striped highlights. I don’t get why this is amusing them. I would think their turn on would be the reaction and the pain their sub was being made to endure at their hand. They are not getting that, yet they still proceed. Maybe they are just practicing their skills. Again, I’m glad I’m in another world as they do this to me.

They have finally finished playing and now it’s time to get to their real purpose of me being here. I’m taken down from the bench and carried to the wet room. There, still sound asleep I am cleansed, showered, and prepped.