On Display to Thousands

I was taken down and untied mid-afternoon. While up in position I was certainly featured entertainment. However, there was much going on around me too. Mostly its was Dom/sub couples making use of the other furniture. I watched one younger guy put in the pillory that I had already suffered on. He too took his licks in both a stern whipping and then a hard pounding in his hole by a well-endowed much older master.

Another couple made use of the St Andrews cross. He was tied so his back was facing outward. I have always been secured face out. His howling indicated his lashing was fierce from either a flogger or whip, not sure which was used.

There was some kind of tutorial going on with someone strapped to the pegging bench and three people behind him discussing methods of hand work. There was enough other buzz from conversations in the room that I couldn’t really hear what was being taught.

Much more was going on, but my own bondage, a hood that inhibited some of my peripheral vision and frequent use by others limited my voyeurism.

My next stop would be the wall. As they begin, they change out my hood with a half hood, this one is a more of firm fit than the full hood. I’m told it will still conceal my identity unless someone is here that knows me well. And, for the first time this weekend, I am gagged. A sponge is put into my mouth, and it is secured by electrical tape wrapped multiple times around my mouth and head. Very effective, I am mute.

They then ‘mounted’ me to the wall. I was set up in a rig that secured my arms spread downward, my legs pushed upward and spread, my bottom projected outward and my shoulders and back pressed to the wall. It took three guys to hold me while two others ratcheted the bolts that secure the pipes around me. There is a lot to this assembly. Understandably, as it had to provide the support and the restraint to hold me firm and open in the air, jutting out into the room.

The position was not very comfortable, unlike my rope suspension, and has situated my ass in the air where it could be easily played with and penetrated. And as such, over the next hour, maybe closer to two, my free and available butt received no less than six different cock visits. I’m still the host’s party favor, just in a different spot. The total times my rectum has now been used are adding up fast and I have become sore and stretched, but luckily no tears or other damage. Most guys apply lube and that is my saving grace.

Two of them belonged to DR. D and another Club master that was here without his sub. And four were the dicks of new ‘friends’. No one asked permission, they just took me. My group knew that was acceptable by my contract. The word must have been shared as the second four, likewise, also took me without hesitation or caution, except for the wearing of protection. 

While I have gotten used to being pegged in my ass by other men, I still don’t get any erotic pleasure from it. In many conversations over the years with Sir Michael, he laments about all the nerve endings in the sphincter being stimulated along with the pressure on the prostate, but I just don’t feel it.

To help, I concentrate on my inability to stop it. I focus on how I’m secured; I even try to struggle to the extent that my bonds allow. They know I want to be tied tight, and this rig accomplishes that in spades, so that leaves me little that I can do to resist. None-the-less, when my body attempts resistance and fights back it seems like an added turn on to them and they get more forceful in their actions and commentary. Crazy, but that makes it exciting and fulfilling to me.

In between two of my fucks on the wall, two other guys that I didn’t know took to whipping me with a single tail. Usually, I am striped with this kind of whip. These two seem just focused on whipping my genitals, mainly my cock head. They took turns. The discussion between them seemed focused on how to just barely hit me so that I would flinch but nothing more. Unfortunately, especially for one of them, there was a hard learning curve in improving their skill sets.

I am hit hard, wicket hard, and often, too often. So much so that I am straining at my confinements and screaming out. The pipe restraints don’t budge, and the gag muffles my sound. The tears are mostly hidden by the hood. Lash and lash again lands on my member. I try signaling them to backdown by flexing of my hand and rapid wiggling of my fingers, but they are so focused on their whip actions they don’t notice.

Thankfully, I have watchful eyes on me.  DR. D steps in and says, “Stop, he’s had enough.”

They stop immediately, and one says to Master D, “Sorry, we got lost in what we were doing.”

The second, concurring, says to him, “Yeah my bad, sorry, really sorry.”

These guys are all Dominants, maybe at different levels and experience, but Doms. Not one said sorry to me, they said it to my current owner. I am still in significant pain, but that realization of my place puts a smile on my face. Both DR. D and Master D then come up to me.

Master D, in a gentle voice, whispers in my ear, “Sissy, are you OK? Do you need to be let out? I am sorry. They are too.”

That is follow by DR. D saying with care and maybe a little coaxing, “we won’t let anyone else mess with your cock if you want to stay in the rack, are you Green?”

Green is one of my safe words; it allows the activity to continue. I’m still hurting, but it is subsiding. DR. D is a good judge of my boundaries. He’s here, he prides himself on helping me find my limits, he makes me dance on the line but backs me down as needed. I trust DR. D, foolish as that sounds. My current Master seems to be a good guy, too. Sir Michael, my best friend, is also here. I feel safe still. I give a thumbs up and play continues.

The only other torment I took on the pipe rack worth noting was when a party guest pinched off my nipples with the application of tweezer clamps, then pulled the connecting chain taut and twisted it back and forth while someone else ran a Wartenberg multi-head pinwheel over my chest, all happening while I was being fucked in the ass by one of my new friends.

Teamwork. They indicated that they were going to keep it up till I made their friend climax. Selfishly, it was the first time on the rack that I used my learned tricks to help stimulate my rapist. He wasn’t necessarily in a hurry, but now I was, and in time and after many passes of the pinwheel, he did shoot his load in me, safely contained within his condom.