Vegas Twelve to One · Part 7

Vegas Twelve to One · Part 7 (7/14)
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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 have 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.

Chapter 12: Two Holes, No Waiting, Then a Wash

{Saturday 5:00 am – 9:00 am} I am taken down from the pillory and moved to a pegging bench with my hands cuffed as is the custom behind my back and still blindfolded with the open mouth hood. With my hands as they are, I am assisted up onto the bench. Picked up and dropped onto it by two guys may be a better description of how I was placed on the bench. Between my stint in San Diego and here I have done a lot of time on this apparatus, it seems to be every master’s favorite piece of furniture in the bondage world. It makes sense.

It is easy and quick to secure the submissive, it is reasonably comfortable, the sub can tolerate being restrained for a long time, it adjusts easily for all sizes of Tops and Bottoms, and most importantly it makes the mouth and butt very accessible for penetration. It also presents the butt in a perfect position for whippings of all kinds. My teeth are secured open with a metal frame style ring gag, held in place with a leather buckle strap around my head. The hood’s padded leather blindfold helps keep secret the identities of those who will now use me.

The boys had been promised someone new and different to use any way they wanted as their entertainment for the weekend. Here was another opportunity to try out new BDSM interests with someone helpless without consequences or just to enjoy their old favorites. Now restrained on the bench for their convenience my holes are then played with by what seem to be mostly pairs. I have no idea if they are Doms and their subs, or groups of Doms, but they principally worked me two at a time using both holes at once. Not to my liking, they would switch off with each other, changing positions so that I would be forced to suck a cock that had just been pounding my butt.

Back in San Diego the mouth/ass rotation repulsed me. My hesitation and resistance to it resulted in punishment. Now I have grown to accept it as part of my submissive life for this weekend, the memories of those past penalties helping in that growth. And so far, other than from the cum and lube they have put my butt, I believe I have not soiled their cocks. While I hate the cleaning process, I’m pleased my Host attendant is very good at making me thoroughly hygienic inside.

Often instructions by the person at my head were given to me on how they desired to be sucked. No one was abusive, just looking for good feelings. With a ring in my mouth, I’m not very good at giving effective blow jobs, not that I am any good at it without it. Sorry boys, your cocks still haven’t grown on me. I keep working at it to better live the fantasy, at least for now, of a worthy bound submissive. One of the guys with a longer dick did cause me to gag a lot. He tried to adjust his thrusts, but he’d forget while working me, and I’d be hacking again. My problem, not his, to deal with. I found I do best at taking as much as I can if I hold my chin down.

I thought it would be the other way, arching back, but for me, no. Because I am tied down tight to the sturdy bench, there is limited movement forward caused by the rear thrusts. I’m thankful for that as I am not being bounced forward at the same time a cock is being thrust in my mouth from the opposite direction.

I hear one of the pairs chatting about the desire to try to cum into me simultaneously because ‘The bitch would love it’. They used me for a while, each using both ends twice before deciding it was time to get to their discussed wish. That takes some control by my butt attacker and some hand work by the front man, however they are successful, as within a second or two of my butt being creamed, my mouth got similar spurts of semen. With the aid of his hand pumping his shaft and a mouth held wide open by its gag, he was able to propel his cum deep into my mouth and part way down my throat. This helped me for when his order to “Swallow it Bitch” was commanded, it was easier to comply. It is tougher to swallow with a ring gag in place, especially thick sticky stuff. These two were the only ones to cum in me as a pair on this adventure on the bench.

I’m not just ass and mouth fucked. For example, after my butthole was filled with semen, someone gave me a butt crack and hole licking. I assume they wanted me to remain clean. I also had my dick masturbated once till I was hard and breathing heavy before they stopped. My immediate punishment for me getting an erection was a trio of whacks with a leather paddle on each of my butt cheeks. I assume the pleasure, then punishment was planned as they seem to come from the same person.

Even Sir Michael used me, my mouth that is, not with his oversized cock but with his ball sack. He came up tight to my face and told me to stick out my tongue. First, he held up his shaft with his hand and ordered me to lick him. I did the best I could for a few minutes when he repositioned himself, squeezing his balls through the ring gag and told me to suck on them. Interesting, strange, not necessarily easy with the ring holding my jaws wide. Plus, I could not breathe, and he knew it, but didn’t speed up his retreat. I noted too, that while Sir sports a full bush, his balls, at least at the moment, are clean shaven. I got praise so it must have done something for him. I think with Sir Michael, forcing his straight long time best friend to perform sexual acts on him and making me suffer gives him a rush regardless of how good it actually feels.

I was left to myself for a couple of stretches, I would listen to others playing, they were making the most of their time in this adventure land. I would drift off for a few minutes, who knows, maybe it was more, till the next users needed my pleasure holes.

My final nap was interrupted by a master discussing with another about a new inflatable dildo he had purchased for use on his sub. “I just went and got it from my room as I was thinking, why not try it out first on Bitch’s hole to see what kind of reaction to expect? When I first saw this online, I knew I wanted it. Look, it’s damn near ten inches before you pump it up and watch this, it grows to about sixteen inches long when fully inflated. Bitch is way too small for all of this, but I think we can still get it partway in him uninflated, it's stiff enough. After it’s in, it will be hoot to watch him struggle against the bench when I pump it a couple times and it grows longer, it’s got a real nice high-quality pump and valve.”

“You should show it to the cunt, so he knows what he’s about to take on, fear is part of the adventure,” suggests the other master. My blindfold is raised for the moment, and I see the shiny black horror in his hands. The tip is like a traditional butt plug with a tapered tip that flares wider as it approaches it initial two-inch length before quickly narrowing, however, this one after less than a half an inch begins to flare wide again growing within an inch to the same width, reduces again, and repeats for its full ten inches, creating at least six, maybe seven swells on the shaft. A lengthy, multiple tapered bulbous link style butt plug that will be menacing both going in and coming out. And with its pump, it is designed to grow.

I was well lubed and digitally stretched before they started pushing it in me. Amusingly, the master put on a latex surgical glove to finger me. Not so amusingly, he balled up the glove and stuffed it in my ring-gagged mouth when he was done where it stayed till this little adventure was over. The butt plug insertion was initially no worse than the other plugs I have endured as it slid past my sphincter providing just a little stretch pain. I felt my door close around the first knob as the narrower throat goes by, but I quickly felt the pressure again as the second link widens my hole as it takes its turn to pass, causing me to flitch as the bulge slides by and then reduces again.

And then again, expansion, pain, and closing. This repeated over-stretching sensation with its subsequent ache followed by relief as the narrow throat passes by on this multi-link dildo is a good representation of enduring/enjoying sexual pain/pleasure. This plug was not as rigid as the solid ones I had been assaulted with previously so it took more finesse in moving it forward, some in and out action, some twisting, some stretching my crack with their fingers, some coaching of ‘push back, relax,’ some chastising of ‘Come on take it in Bitch, you want this cock up your ass,’ and then more lube spread around the shaft as it penetrates me.

They are working hard at reaching their goal, some preconceived depth. They go until there is considerable back resistance, it seems to have bottomed out deep in me. My guess is that they were at the junction of my rectum and my sigmoid colon, you know, where it makes a sharp leftward turn in the colon. I was now uncomfortable, had internal pain, like they were in me too far, if that is possible, and they took notice of my reaction. It was the depth not the girth that was bothering me. It caused me to moan and buck, which I guess was the sign they were looking for to stop. “He took more of it than I thought he would, better than half. He has a decent size rectum.

Looks like only three rings are still outside. He must have sucked in a good six, maybe even seven inches. Excellent.”

They left me alone for a few minutes, maybe five, then they returned. I sense I now have an audience. They start. I think three pumps the first time. It caused a little widening in girth, definitely firming up the dildo, but what got my attention however was its lengthening deep inside. The width and firmness, no real problem. The push in, a definite weird growing sensation with both pain and stomach queasiness. I bucked on the bench. It took a minute maybe for it all to settle down. A minute or so after that, another pump. Similar reaction. I moan and am directed to stay silent. “Be a man and take it, don’t be a pussy,” I am scolded. Recovery and another pump.

The cock was not widening much, if any, it just kept growing in length. My sphincter and rectum were holding it tight, and I believe my handlers were applying forward force too, so there was no backward movement of the cock within me. I think it was two more pumps this time and I had minimal reaction. The dong I think is naturally flexible and apparently it had successfully made the turn and was again free to elongate along its new open path. The pain has now subsided, and the queasiness was settling down. I did feel full. “Are you OK,” I was asked. For the moment I was, so I replied a tentative “Green,” gargled through my glove filled, ring gag mouth. That resulted in another full pump.

Then one more. “I think we should stop there; he’s new to all of this.”

They seem to depart. I think I was just left to myself, bound to the bench to contemplate the very full, needing to ‘go’ sensation, with a touch of queasiness deep within my gut. With my butt fully plugged I at least knew no one was going to come up and fuck me, my butt was occupied as it had never been. It was Sir Michael who paid me a visit a few minutes later and announced that I could add another first to my list, that being ‘deep penetration’ and he was hoping I was having as much fun as the rest of them seem to be having with me. OK, so what they just did to me seems to have a name, not sure if I’m fond of it. At least I’m entertaining the boys.

And just for sport he tells me it’s his turn, and he adds his own squeeze to the bulb, as he grips my scrotum and gives it a firm yank and a hard twist, then one more final pump squeeze, before he flicks my bag and departs with a laugh saying “Damm, you are a sick puppy. After all these years I still don’t get why you want me to do this to you.”

I have again been left alone. It seems quiet around me, like I’ve been abandoned. I listen, the dungeon has gone silent. Strange. I ponder just how long the toy in my butt has grown. With all those pumps it surely has stretched more than just a couple inches. Not exactly sure how you could measure it without pulling it out, expanded. I don’t need to know that badly.

It probably was a good fifteen minutes that I stayed deeply pegged on the bench till someone came up to me. My new visitor was my Host sub-morning attendant. As he pulls the used glove from my mouth he says, “It’s time for your morning routine. Do you want to keep that nasty thing in your butt while you work out? Don’t answer, that was rhetorical. I’ll check with your master and mine as to what they want done, it’s not your choice to make. I’ll be right back. They are with the others eating their breakfast.”

He wandered off. I was surprised at how talkative he was. I got the answer of what was to be done via the toy’s owner returning to retrieve the cock. He first deflated it some but not completely, which caused an internal sensation like an uncontrolled bowel movement coming down. This feeling got even more disturbing as he extracted it out, with each bump on its shaft causing that pop and go dump sense as they individually cleared my anus. He took his time, slowly pulling it along. I was both concerned and embarrassed that as deep as it had been in me it would be soiled. I also anticipated it being shoved in my mouth to clean it off once free, a horror that mercifully did not occur. When it was finally out, the master returned to his meal without comment. I was released from the bench, stood up, and hands cuffed by my attendant.

It’s off to the gym, the walk being awkward and uncomfortable as my now swelled empty colon tries to adjust back to its pre-invasion condition. My exercising was tentative as I knew my butt still had cum and lube from my bench ass fucking and it felt like my sphincter muscles had not yet fully closed my anus. I tried to keep it clenched as I stretched, worried that I would leak onto the floor. At present I don’t feel clean, and I have no interest in licking up a mess. It is then onto my shower and cleansing, breakfast and meds, etc.

One new distraction on this morning’s cleansing activities was when I was strapped down on the Tee, I saw that one of the subs was on the floor secured to the restraint hooks that surround the nearby toilet. Funny, my thoughts were not about what abuse or tasks he may be performing there, but that he could see and hear what they were doing to me. An audience I did not want. To my dismay, during my time there no one interacted with him, so it gave him ample free time to watch me. I was better at eating out of the dog bowl this go around. Cleaning my colon by another still sucks but I don’t mind the shower afterwards despite the cold water as being hung spread eagle is a turn on.

I’ll never get used to someone else brushing my teeth or giving me a shave. When he was done with me, I was moved, cuffed of course, out of the wet room and over to the evil-looking discipline chair. The man tied to the toilet remained behind.

Chapter 13: Sipping a Cocktail in the Chair

{Saturday 9:00 am – 12:00 noon} In San Diego, my time on ‘the chair’ was probably the easiest stint I had in bondage there as I was simply strapped to the device and watched ‘women in bondage’ videos for two hours. I hope the chair time in Vegas will be just as pleasant, likely it won’t be.

I am assisted up onto the chair and my ankles promptly cuffed in leather and secured to the chair legs by Master, assisted by a second master, his friend who arrived first to the party. The pole pegs are then inserted beside my knees so that my legs are spread wide and my privates fully exposed and vulnerable. Leather straps are then added over my thighs to secure them to the seat planks. My wrists are uncuffed from behind my back and positioned onto the arm rests and are held down with wrist cuffs padlocked to eye-hooks protruding from the sides of the arms. Leather straps are buckled around my forearms near my elbows and the arms of the chair.

A three-inch collar is buckled around my neck and locked to the back rest pulling me to it. They add a leather belt around my waist and behind the back rest to keep me in a square and upright posture in the chair. I test my restraints and find that I am as expected firmly held. Whatever is planned for me, there will be no escape. That excites me as well as makes me anxious. The masters then add a ball gag. This one has multiple straps that, as they are buckled, pull the large ball deep and tight into my mouth. My tongue discovers a small hole going through the center of the ball which I think is to aid in breathing. I will soon find out that the assumption is incorrect.

Next, Master’s sub takes hold of my cock and places it into a large plastic urinal and I am ordered to pee. Well, I didn’t really need to go, so I struggled and nothing for the moment came. Master threatens me that if I don’t pee, he will insert a catheter to get the job done. That threat helps and I do get a little to come out, but obviously not enough to satisfy him. He calls out loudly for all to hear, “Okay, Bitch will not empty his bladder for me as I have asked. Will the other masters allow their subs to urinate in his cup for me?

I would like a contribution from each of them.” Four subs immediately report for duty and in front of me each ceremoniously pisses a little into the cup, filling it well past the halfway point of the quart and a half container. The fifth sub was currently strapped to one of the benches, so the urinal was taken to him, where he too added to the brew. It was brought back to where I was and Master added his own, topping off the bottle so that it was completely filled. “You know, if you had done as I asked, all you would have had to handle was your own. Now, my sweet prince, you enjoy all of us. Every drop!” snickers my host.

I am not happy. It is obvious that I am going to be abused with the collected liquid, be it bathed with it or made to consume it. Neither is on my top ten list. In San Diego I experienced this. I lived, but it was not pleasant. In my journal I had mentioned my disfavor of its taste, and I speculate this is why I am about to be tortured by it again. I also recall being told by Sir Michael that piss play was one of Master’s submissive training methods and that is where the suggestion had come from to do it to me in SD.

I soon find out where the urine will go. He gets to work, showing me and explaining the delivery device as he sets up my planned torment. He has a disposable clear silicone two-quart enema bag with a six-foot vinyl delivery hose equipped with a precision yellow stopcock tap. He shows me each detail of the unit. After making sure the valve is closed, he pours all the collected pea cocktail from the urinal into the top opening of the bag, nearly filling it. He adds about ten ice cubes into the liquid, pushing them through the opening one at a time, saying that piss is more refreshing cold. He then corks the top of the full bag with its breathable screw cap. He hangs the bag a good two feet above my head with its attached steel hook to the top of the chair back. At this point I think this is going up my butt, a urine enema.

Next, he takes a long-tapered vinyl tube that came with the enema kit, normally used as the anal insertion probe and pushes it into the hole in my ball gag so that it protrudes fully through the hole and into my mouth by about an inch and a half, coming to rest on the back of my tongue. It appears I am wrong as to where it will be flowing. The taper makes the tube very secure and leak-proof within the ball hole. I can feel two, maybe three small openings at the tip of the tube. I assume they will spray pee across my tongue to give me its full essence. Clear packing tape is then wrapped around my head and face so that the ball gag is sealed to my lips to keep any liquid from seeping out.

Anything that now flows into my mouth must be swallowed as there is nowhere else for it to go and I know my mouth can hold nowhere near as much as was just poured into the bag. He then attaches the hose to the taper tube in my gag. The assembly is loaded, cocked and ready.

Testing of the system commences. Initially I get multiple short bursts of pee as he bleeds the line of gravity feed liquid. I quickly swallowed as I didn’t want it to remain in my mouth. Urine isn’t awful, but not pleasant either. I spoke about it in my last journal, it’s a little bitter, this time it’s salty too, a sour flavor, hard to describe. I have tasted my own a couple of times before as I played my home bondage games, and then had it squirted in my mouth directly from its source when I was bound by Sir Michael and one of his friends in San Diego as they waterboarded me. Sometimes it has a stronger taste, usually earlier in the day.

I guess it depends on how well one is hydrated and how long it has been resting in your bladder. It’s still morning so this vile bend of six others and some of my own is a little strong. My taste buds are retaining the flavor. For the moment I’m fine. Happy? Hell no, but fine. I get another flow, a burst at first that slows to a trickle then stops. I swallow again. Then another trickle that slows to a dripping. And it stays that way, a drip coming out every two to two and a half seconds. I don’t know the plan, but if the flow continues this way it could take hours to empty the bag if that is their intent. I fear that my body will begin to reject this as I continue to swallow it down.

If I vomit, I’ll be in trouble as my mouth is sealed. The dripping continues. I gulp it down about once every thirty seconds to a minute, usually when my mind detects a small pool has accumulated in my mouth. There is nothing else I can do.

I am then shown my next assault tool. He describes the machine with pride, telling me it is called a Mini Stallion Fucking Machine, almost like he’s trying to sell it to me. He informs me it has an adjustable speed of 90 to 300 RPM and that I am going to experience its entire speed spectrum this morning. It looks powerful, despite its small size. Its stroke length of two to five plus inches is demonstrated to me and I become more anxious. This is a serious machine, one that can be adjusted by height, angle, stroke speed and depth. It came with three accessory tips, each shown to me, including a silicone tapered dildo for anal exploration, a seven-inch realistic dildo for deep penetration and a vibrating dildo that allows the abuser to remotely adjust the speed of penetration and to adjust the pow

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