On Display to Thousands

The whipping is done, but not his play time. He is now playing with my butt hole. He is using his fingers, not gracefully and without lube, but I can tell he is wearing surgical gloves. Contract health compliance I assume.

“You straight guys are always so nice and tight. It will make up for me having to wear a condom.”

My butt hole continues to be ravaged by his unlubed forceful fingers digitally raping me. Yet, I am happy as I can tell from his gloves and rubber comment that my health is going to be respected even if I can’t resist this new Master and then hopefully any friends that make up his playmates. When he gets to using three fingers, he finally adds a bit of lube. Thank you, I think to myself. I’m not sure I’m to express that gratitude out loud. Probably damned if I do, damned if I don’t. I take a wait and see posture.

These gay guys love to search out and massage the prostate. And Master D is doing just that. It is forceful yet stimulating. My penis is starting to react; I’m sure aided by the Cialis. Nothing hard, mind you, but stirring. I get fingered for a good ten minutes, then he switches to dildoes. Ones with handles. Mercifully, he adds additional lube. He takes pleasure in showing them to me and informs me, maybe closer to mocking me, that they are all well sanitized and safe.

He works me hard. This is more difficult in my semi-standing position that the pillory holds me in. On a pegging bench this is more pleasant. Well, neither is pleasant to me, but the bench is easier to take. He is increasing the size of the invaders as he goes on, stretching me out. I assume to ready me for the inevitable fucking I’m to receive as the night wears on. I am not wrong.

Master D eventually comes to a stop, satisfied with how wide he has stretched me. To hold the work, he roughly pushes in a butt plug. Not comfortable, not happy. He’s done with making me ready, and he says so, telling me its now ‘me time’ for him.

He takes a socket wrench and loosens a bolt on each side of the pillory. Then he tells me to drop to my knees as he slides down the crossbar and retightens it, so my face is at waist height. I’m still blindfolded but sense what is coming. A few moments later, he removes my blindfold. He stands directly in front of me, so I can’t help but watch as he slowly strokes his dick making it semi-rigid. He moves to my right and puts his rod against my hand and says make it hard. As a good sub I obey without hesitation (for my own well-being), stroking him the best I can. He does respond. As I continue, he opens a condom, pulls away from my hand and rolls it on.

“Protected just for you Sissy. Both a sissy and a scared pussy, afraid I’ll give you HIV! Don’t you keep current? Ask DR. D, he’ll tell you most gay men are clean or zero detectable. But I’ll follow your silly contract rules.  Now open wide and do me right.”

Being forced to blow him isn’t enough, he feels the need to add more commentary to get my goat as he slides his dick into my mouth, “I’m told you are a journeyman at this, by Sunday you’ll be a master, just like all the Sissies I’ve come to know. Let me be clear, any straight boy wanting to be forced to suck cock is the essence of a sissy.  Come to think of it, you’re probably as much a cuckold as a sissy, most likely hanging there right now fantasizing that I’ve just fucked your hot wife as you watched, her loving that a real man just did her, and now you are being forced to suck my cum mix and her pussy juice off my cock.  Mmmmm, good, I bet you love that, you cuckold cock loving sissy.”

“You should have brought her along. I read your birthday bondage story. She did you up right, sounds like my kind of cunt. I’d be happy to do her in front of your cuckold bound sorry ass. You know she’d love my cock over yours. Just how could she marry someone equipped with a pre-pubescent wennie like that? So sad. Weren’t you even man enough to fuck her before you got hitched so she would have known? She would have ran out of the bedroom laughing!” he says trying his best to humiliate me. I found it more amusing than anything else.

This Dom is a verbalist. Someone who likes to goad his submissive with disparaging chatter. There is a Dom in the Common Bonds club that does that to me, but in a different goading style. Funny, that guy is one of my favorite abusers as he seems to care about me even more than the others. He really is a good guy despite his constant derogatory belittling words directed at me. I hope Master D turns out to have an inner core of decency too regardless of his outer rough guy banner.

Putting his commentary aside, I try to concentrate on giving a satisfactory blow job to avoid potential punishment. There are multiple things working against me. Of course, the biggest being I don’t like sucking cocks. Second, he’s wearing a rubber which makes all the tricks I’ve been taught for sucking and using the tongue and lips more difficult. And lastly, it is awkward and hard to blow him as the crossbar holding my neck puts me in a bad angle for sucking someone.

But we work in tandem. He holds onto my head and creates the movement. I do all I can with my lips and tongue. It goes well until he starts pushing too deep, which starts me choking and gagging, saliva flowing like a river. He pushes further in, holding my head firm and tells me to control it or he’ll leave it there until I pass out from lack of air.

As mentioned, his dick is ample in size. My mouth is full and now he’s push past the back of my mouth and is deep throating me. I’m in trouble. I try to arch forward my head to make the pathway straight and do all I can to blank out my gag reflex. I’m still getting no air as his groin is tight against my face, closing off my nostrils. No oxygen is getting by his dick even as I try to suck hard. And he knows it.

Seems like an eternity, probably just moments, when he releases his grip and pulls back, fully exiting my mouth and says, “That was fun, not bad for a first try. Don’t worry, you’ll get lots more chances to swallow me. Now let’s try out that tight hole of yours.”

I’m still doing my best to recover, sucking in air, expelling the river of drool, controlling my hacking as I feel him unceremoniously pulling out the plug. I try to look behind me, but the pillory won’t let me get a good look. I surmise he is on his knees as I feel his dick pressing against my hole. It’s already somewhat open from the extracted plug I’ve been wearing. Please God, have him use lube, he’s got a big cock I murmur to myself.

Prayer answered. I feel the cold and slick feeling as he penetrates me. He is taking his time. Going slow, moving in and out a little at a time. I’m stretched from his girth. I’m glad he took the time earlier to stretch me out. It’s making this easier for me. Don’t get me wrong, there is no enjoyment. This hurts. I’m trying to turn it into pain pleasure. And I’m getting there. It helps that I am concentrating on my forced raping while bound fantasies.

He's working me, picking up some steam. It feels awkward though. And he stops.

“This just isn’t doing it for me on my knees,” he says. “I’m going to stand you up again and fuck you that way.” He fetches his wrench, and the pillory is readjusted to put me back in my original standing position. In an instant he is back at my butt, still rigid, and I am repenetrated.

He can maneuver better this way, and within a few strokes he finds his rhythm. He begins to plow me in earnest. I hear him uttering contempt for the rubber, but he sure sounds like he is enjoying what he is doing to me. I can feel him thrusting upward with his legs, using the floor to push to his advantage. My rectum is finally accepting the assault. The pain has subsided. I still feel very full.

I have my concentration back and opt to being a good and willing submissive, trying to please my master. If I don’t make some kind of good impression I may be in for a very unpleasant weekend. I do the tricks my previous abusers have taught me, clenching and releasing, pushing backwards, working against his thrusts. 

I’ve made a friend. His previous aggressive comments that I contribute to roleplaying and personal style have changed to positive reinforcement remarks. I’m now his ‘good little sissy’. And he rewards me with his climax and ejaculation, which he complains is wasted as the condom contains it all, leaving my butt cum free.

Being secured in a standing position by the pillory I think I’m safe from having to suck him clean after he has been in my ass. I’m wrong. Master D has wondered away but is back in a minute or two.

“Open your mouth,” I’m commanded. I do. Something is pushed past my lips. “Now close. Yeah, that’s my condom. I added a bit of water to give it more proportion. My cum is in there to provide the risk. I tied a knot in the very end to hold the contents. You are to lick and roll it around between your cheeks till it’s glistening clean. Careful, break it and your fears may be realized. Tell me, how does your ass taste today?”

How novel. Every trip West these people find new ways to abuse me. Certainly, this weekend I won’t be bored. BTW, I must have done a decent job cleaning myself out. This doesn’t taste like many of the soiled items that I have been told to clean after spending time in my own rectum, or in other men’s dark places, for that matter.