Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

I am standing for another good fifteen minutes when I feel my arms dropping again and they are lowered to a position in front of my body. The suspension cuffs are removed, only to be replaced with handcuffs behind my back, I must be on the move again. Instead, I’m told to sit on the floor and rest. They help me sit down. I would like to stretch out my arms, but I am happy with this. I sit for about ten minutes when one of those weird moments occurs. I am told to get on my knees, and I am helped up to that position. I am then told to have a drink. I recognize this voice of the of the host sub. Using a squirt bottle, he is able to pour water into my mouth at a pace that allows me to continue to swallow gulps without choking until the bottle is empty. Now the weird moment, he takes my penis and sticks it into what I guess is another urinal bottle that he is holding and tells me to pee. I have no I idea who is watching so it is slow coming. But soon as I am able to start going, I hear a command from him to open my mouth. Confused, I do, and when I do someone steps in, pulls my head forward and pushes his dick into my mouth. I freeze up momentarily. My bottle holder tells me to suck the cock and keep peeing. I’m so surprised and stunned, but at least he isn’t peeing in my mouth which was my first thought of what was happening, and I start a reflex licking motion on the shaft in my mouth.

I’ll review, I am naked, with both my ankles bound to a bar and my wrists handcuffed, blindfolded, kneeling on a floor while another man, who also may be naked, is holding my dick in a bottle and having me pee in public, while another likely naked man, who I don’t know, is making me suck his cock. I have many bizarre bondage fantasies about me being bound and forced to perform unwanted sexual acts, but never have I dreamed of something like this. I am acting on autopilot. I do actually get some pee out and when I’m done, he pulls my penis out of the bottle and at the same time the cock in my mouth is also withdrawn and the owner steps away. Like I said, weird, which is an understatement.

With the rest period over, the ankle cuffs are detached from the spreader bar and my ankles. I am helped up to my feet and walked over to one of the pegging benches. I am assisted onto the bench where my handcuffs are removed and the leg, chest, arm and head straps are tightly fastened. I think this is the solid side bench. I know this position well at this point, but it doesn’t stop the natural reaction of trying to pull free of each of the bonds. Of course, none of them yield any movement. I’m told once again to open my mouth, and the same large ring gag is set behind my teeth and fastened around my head. With that in place I know my mouth is as vulnerable as is my butthole. I again listen to activity around me for a while without anyone engaging with me.  A good thing, I needed a break to get my head back into the game.

Something seemed to be happening right beside me. If the room had not been rearranged, what was next to me were two more pegging benches. It sounded like someone was being fucked next to me. The action sounded hot and heavy. It went on for a long time, maybe a full half hour, I don’t know how someone can keep going that long, but both the top and bottom sounded like they were loving it. There was enough time of them doing it for someone to push a vibrating dildo up my butt and play for a while and someone else to give me numerous swats with a flogger to my genitals and butt cheeks. The butt screwing next to me finally ended with the groans of ecstasy. A minute or so later a cock is put through my gag and into my mouth. A winded voice says, “Clean me off, Bitch, my sub was dirtier than I like.” On my tongue was a wet, slimy penis. The slime I quickly assumed was not just cum, cum that was discharge into another man’s dirty, lubed ass next to me. The cock had been pulled out of his hole and put into my mouth. I was completely repulsed. I tried to pull my head back, but it was firmly secured. The cock remained. My pull back attempt was rewarded with a hard smack with a riding crop to my butt. I bucked and I still did nothing with the cock that remained. My mind was racing, trying to decide if I wanted to end all of this or not when I was hit again. I was working on getting to the mental point to push ahead and start licking when Sir Michael whispered in my ear, “It’s OK, you can do this, everybody here has a cleaned butt, he just playing with your mind, it’s no different than if it was in yours, you’ll regret it latter if you cheat yourself of this experience and quit. Do it for me” His locker room peptalk providing the needed reassurance to charge ahead and properly licked clean the cock in my mouth, now aid by the cock’s owner gripping my head and forcing it to move up and down on his member. The number of different men’s cum via a variety of methods and cavities I have taken is growing. They all taste slightly different. This one primarily has a flavor of a bland lube intermixed with cum, but perhaps with something else too, as I now have a slight bitter taste lingering. The pep talk may not have been completely truthful or accurate.

I remained on the bench without being used for enough time to clear my head and returned to the place of looking positive about the weekend adventure. Really nothing has happened that didn’t meet the basics of what I wanted and that was in the contract, be bound, be forced to service or be sexually used by people I don’t know, and to be disciplined as a submissive should. I think I deserve to be punished for my hesitation and resistance to the last event. There are a lot of hours still ahead of me, I’m sure I will be punished for it. All my punishments can’t simply be to bring pleasure to the six Masters. I’m good.

Thoughts are playing in my mind of how many creative ways these six might discipline me when I am startled by someone touching my butt. A moment later I felt my cheeks being spread by two hands and my exposed crack being stimulated by a long stroke of tongue. Up and down, circles around the anus, darting of the tongue into my hole. For the next five, maybe ten minutes I am given a rim job. My first real one by either sex. His tongue sends shivers down my spine. This feels good. His strokes going wide and then coming back tight in. I have goose bumps. I get semi erect. I fantasize that this is a gorgeous woman in leather boots and corset doing this to me and I start to get hard. He adds sucking and French kissing my hole and my thrill increases. It must have been noticeable to others because it abruptly came to a halt, and he backs away. A few seconds later I begin to get whipped with a flogger against my butt crack, balls, and cock by upper whip swings of medium intensity bringing a quick end to my joy. The whipping became a fast pass by pain/pleasure to a distinct stinging agony. It doesn’t go on too long, probably no more than a minute of hits. I am then told by one of the Masters, “The rim job was a reward to my submissive, he never got to rim a straight before, but you were not given my permission to take joy in his kink. Next time ask.” Lesson learned, remember I’m new to this and don’t know all the rules. 

A well-presented fully accessible bound butt is too hard to pass by if you are drawn to ass fucking. As such over the course of the next two hours, maybe longer I provided my hole to their cause. No one stayed long, unlike the thirty-minute folly that happened beside me, but some of the boys used me for a good ten minutes. No one has ejaculated in me yet. Two guys used my mouth afterwards although there was no cum and minimal lube on their cocks. Likely it was to degrade me, like a good sub should be.  There is no avoidance possible, the ring gag makes my oral cavity as available as my anal one, and just as safe as I can’t bite anyone. I was surprised that my mouth was not being used for blowjobs. I think it is because with a ring gag you cannot do a good job, and with my butt just as available it probably for them a better deal.

The presentation that my butt makes when on the bench is also too hard to resist if landing a whip is your thing. This is a BDSM crowd, it’s their thing. I was here to serve as the featured entertainment and got to serve in that role numerous times with a riding crop or a flogger. One of my floggers when they finish with me twisted and screwed the handle up my butt and left it there so it would be handily available to the next visitor. Luckily it wasn’t a thick grip. My whipping abusers always seem to have similar routines, starting with my back and butt, touring my body but always finishing at my balls, cock and crack as a crescendo to their work. One master seems partial to spankings. I got one long sustained one that really reddened me up, and what I believe was the same hand, would give me reminder slaps of two or three each time he passed by. I guess my bright red cheek color would fade, and he likes rosy cheeks. The excitement for me remains being unable to resist the use and abuse and I concentrate on that, regularly testing and enjoying my struggle against my restraints. I will say, as things progress, I prefer being screwed than whipped or sucking cocks. Now that I am stretched, it even provides some pleasure, certainly distraction, just not arousal.

Unlike San Diego, where I was deprived of my hearing for much of the time, such has not been the case here. When I am not being used, I try to listen to what is happening around me, I have no sight. This room supports a lot of simultaneous activities, and the party players are certainly taking advantage. There are punishments being administered and bodies being sexually used throughout the room. Listening crystalizes that I am not the only submissive serving the masters, but I am likely being utilized more than anyone else. And I believe that was the Host’s plan.

One of the last interactions I had during this round on the bench was one with another master who was being serviced by his sub, I think again on one of the benches next to me. I don’t know if it was orally or anally, most likely it was both. Whichever, I think the end was orally by what he was saying to his mate, something on the order of, “Yeah that’s it, that’s good, oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m almost there, tighten your lips, keep going, keep going, oh, oh.” Then in an instant he is in front of me just in time to place his pulsing cock through my ring and ejaculate into my mouth. I am obviously startled and not amused. He is pumping his shaft with his hand as he takes multiple shots into the wide round opening that is unable to close. A strong squirter, the warm loads are going deep into my mouth, back to my throat. My head secured, there is no pulling away from the unwanted assault. As he dumps his load he switches his verbal comments to me, “That a boy, eat my cum, take it all, oh you do love it, I knew straight boys crave cum, now don’t dare let it drip out of your mouth or your ass and balls will pay, that’s it, use that tongue to hold it in, swallow it Bitch.” I’m amazed of just how much cum he produced, it’s a volume I couldn’t match. And while I’m amazed, I am also somewhat sickened. I’m still a newbie to having to swallow cum, and don’t want to, I don’t know how girls do it, and this is by far the greatest quantity I have ever taken. Both the thought and the physical handling of it is making me nauseated. As upchucking would be worse, I do all I can mentally to get it under control, to which I was successful. In the meantime, he rubs his dickhead over my lips and across my checks as the last few drops of semen are discharged. He makes one last request of “Lick my slit,” making it easy by reinserting his dick into my mouth. I then hear him say as he walks away, to whom I assume was Sir Michael, “He’s great. Do you have any other straight friends like him? I want one.” I believe this guy was the macho leather Dom that twisted my nipple when he arrived. I would have many more like interactions with this ‘chatty’ Dom over the course of the weekend, just as he promised.

After a time of no use as I must have become boring to the party folk in this position, I was released from the bench, have my blindfold and ring gag removed before I am re-cuffed and walked, squinting with my light shocked eyes and hobbling from my somewhat cramped legs over to the bed/cage/stockade.