Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

“You come with me,” I am ordered by a different master, this one being the one I recognize as the youngest master in attendance. I am taken, shuffling with my tied ankles, over to and stood in front of what ends up being the Pillory. “I have caught my submissive partner eyeing you up at least twice this past evening. Gazing constantly at you with his lustful eyes as you enticed and made love to other men on the bed.”  To myself, ‘I entice who? You’ve got to be kidding!’ “I will not tolerate my property to ogle a straight man when his attention needs to be on his service of his master. To teach him, I will punish what has caught his eye, and that my cunt is you. He will watch and feel through you, my irritation with him.” Again, to myself sarcastically, ‘Yeah, that seems just, reasonable and fair.’ Obviously, not all of my mind has succumbed to being a full-fledged submissive for the weekend, at least not yet. My ankles and wrists are uncuffed and then my arms and my hooded head placed within the cutouts of the bottom board of the standing pillory. The top board is dropped in place and locked down. I am trapped by the pillory’s design as the creators envisioned its use.  My legs are spread, and my ankles re-cuffed and secured to the side posts with extended chains. I am again unable to resist any abuse about to come my way.

The master has his sub kneel in front of me. He tells him, “Take his cock into your mouth, hold his shaft just past his dick head with your teeth, do not suck him, do not excite him, just hold him with your teeth so his dick cannot pull free from you.” I then can feel the master buckling tight a wide leather strap around the back of his sub’s head and my waist so that the sub cannot pull his mouth off my shaft that is now entirely in his mouth.

My anticipated whipping begins. He is working my shoulders, back and butt with a slapper. He is skilled in its use and the stinging sensations grow with each added hit. You can feel his rage, it’s not contrived. When the strikes land, I buck causing my cock to rock forward scraping over the clasped teeth of my new partner, as he holds his position. The master works me for a good five minutes, not rushing his hits, making quality placement more important than quantity of hits. My dick suffering along with my back as his sub is holding my dick fast in his teeth as ordered. The master then moves around the pillory, and I assume he is going to go to work on my chest, but instead his new target is his sub’s back and butt. No warning is given and with his first hit, the sub clenches down his teeth hard in reaction, biting my rod about halfway down the shaft. A second, slightly stronger hit, and a second bite. And so it went, with each hit he uncontrollably clenches tight his jaw and we both suffered. His biting was painful, although he never bit hard enough to break the skin or do real damage, this thankfully because his teeth were already grasping my cock somewhat tightly before each strike. The master went back and forth between our two backs till he was satisfied.

“Did you learn your lesson?” the sub was queried. “Yes Master, I will not eye straight men when I should be giving my attention solely to you, I desire only you and crave your bondage and punishment” replied the sub. “Good,” then after a short pause and reflection, the master adds, “You know, I’ve been fucking this cunt’s tight ass and having my dick in his mouth all night, he’s pretty good. You should suck him and see if his dick is as good as his mouth and ass,” continued the master. “Only if that pleases you,” was the respectful, somewhat gleeful reply. This offer made no sense to me seeing that I was just punished because this same sub was supposedly eyeing me, but this whole new gay BDSM world is confusing to me.

Now I was being sucked by a bottom who loved to give blow jobs. With the meds in me to help make me hard, I was rigid in no time. Now came the task of doing everything I knew not to cum as I didn’t have permission to climax. It was getting intense, despite the tenderness of my shaft where he had been biting me, real intense, I was getting close to blowing my load. I called out, “Master, Sir Michael, may I cum? Please, may I come?”

A stern “No, you are here to take cum not give it. Do not ask again!” was Master’s response along with a hard slap with a hand on my right butt cheek. I channeled the smack along with everything else I could to divert my mind to other thoughts to keep myself under control. I surely had done things like this to hold off a climax when my wife does me, this should have been easier, it was a guy doing me, but it wasn’t. It took a merciful “That’s enough bliss for him, do me now,” by his master to end my stressful dilemma.