Vegas Twelve to One · Part 13 (13/14)
Previous · Next
e he took my butt on. This fellow fucked me nicely, taking pleasure being in me, making the most out of his appearance and cumming towards the end of his time. He was licked clean like the rest; I was paddled the required twelve times, and it was on to the next player.
(Round #7) At this point I believe I have moved into machine mode. I’ve lost track of how many have fucked me, I am on autopilot when sucking this guy, and trying to nap as my butt is assaulted. This is one of the fifteen-minute rides, and I try to ignore the pounding as I close my eyes and rest before I have to lick the cum off and be hit again. I made a mistake, by saying ‘Thank you Sir’ instead of the proper ‘Thank you Master’. A ref responded with multiple swings of the whip between my legs, nailing my cock and balls, nearly bringing tears to my eyes as I did all I could to not cry out. I must concentrate on what I am doing.
(Round #8) “Hi sweety, you ready to give me some more sweet loving? Are you going to get hard for me again?” My leather clad Dominatrix parades in front of me. This perks me up. She makes sure I get a good look at her, and then she bends over and gives me a gentle kiss on my cheek. A short, wooden box is placed on the floor so she can step up and put her dick in my mouth. I go to work, and much to my shame, I more enthusiastically begin to service her, as I close my eyes and think about her leather clad slender legs and her cute little breasts. I haven’t fully learned my lesson. “Oh, my sissy, my little cunt, make me cum in your mouth, do me good, take all of me.”
Now, again, her ‘take all of me’ isn’t overbearing. Her member is much like mine, adequate to get the job done. Perfect from my perspective and necessary to keep my line in the sand of adultery uncrossed. Being easy to handle, and just the right size for my skill level, I probably gave her the best service of the lot. I am doing good enough for her that she needs to pull out before she climaxes. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor for you fucking me.” Of course, it was also her efforts in the earlier encounter that got that job done.
She heads around to my backside where again with the added height of the box she readies to enter me. She lubes my hole, fingers it a bit with two digits then reaches further under and coats my dick and balls. She aligns her ridged penis with my rectum and with one thrust enters up to her bush. She reaches back under with one hand and starts to fondle my balls and dick, which respond as you’d expect, while she begins short in and out thrusts with her dick. “Clench your butt, grip me,” she pleads. Not sure how well I am doing it, but I know I am trying my best to do what she asks. She knows how to fuck men, and she is showing me her skills. She has made me hard with her hand work.
I feel my body trying to make a backward thrust to her to receive her dick. Now that I was hard, she abandons me and switches to her own arousal. It doesn’t matter, I remain hard. As a Dom she gets fifteen minutes and uses all of it. “Let me know when I have two minutes left.” Her sounds broadcast the enjoyment she is having. Now all her interests are selfish, she is not trying to sexually please me anymore, just herself.
“Two minutes.”
“OK, thanks.” And then she starts the movements, pace and thrust that will make her come. She tenses, squeals and collapses onto my back, I feel her breasts pressing against me, breathing heavily, still slightly heaving her hips side to side, forward and back. She backs out slowly, enjoying my hole trying to hold onto her.
I am sucking her clean when I hear, “Penalty! Getting and staying hard. Four swings on the exposed scrotum.” She withdraws from my mouth knowing what’s coming and not wanting to get bitten in the process. I am wickedly hit with four swings of the cat with its tails whipping around to sting my now softened shaft as well as my balls. “This is our game to enjoy, not yours, remember?” barks Master.
Right now, I am not remembering anything other than the burning anguish emulating from my genitals. I want to scream out “you prick,” but as I am still collating that thought I am diverted to a new pain as I get my fraternity hit, “Thank you, Ma'am,” and eleven follow up paddles. The combined pain is no worse than others I have experienced in my two servitude journeys. Actually, much less than some of the electroshock/horse riding and other pains I have endured.
(Round #9) This pain, however, is still throbbing as the seventh dick is pushed against my lips. The game has now gotten routine, and I do my duty, but it has been a long time for me to be abused. Not sure, but it must be a lot more than an hour. Maybe even two, or close to it. I am now daydreaming which gets me into trouble as I am startled back to reality by the dick being suddenly withdrawn and my face is slapped.
“Watch the teeth!” which is followed by Sir Michael saying, “Penalty, biting, five strikes,” I am whipped again with the cat, this time across my back for five repetitions, then, “OK stick it back into his mouth, I think he will behave now.”
Suffering, I put my best effort into my sucking, I want no more penalties. It just so happens that I got a little revenge on this one as the sub missed his ten-minute time limit by just seconds. He did cum in me, but it was deemed late by the timekeeper. So, I got to watch him take my twelve blows, plus I didn’t have to clean him.
(Round #10) I can believe there is more as I have lost count, I know I haven’t done Sir Michael, but there is another hard dick in my face and I know it’s not his, although it’s not a small one either. He grabs my hair and pulls up my head. “Open your mouth, Cunt.” I do and a metal gag is inserted in my mouth. It’s the Whitehead mouth gag used on me in the pool, I think. A new twist to what was becoming an old game. In comes the dick, it's long, not overly wide and now hard. He immediately starts pumping hard, pulling my head into him as he thrusts forward.
His first three or four strokes are ok, seems like he is just lubing up with my saliva, but by his fifth thrust he is in too deep for me, and I start to gag, which he then quickly thrusts just as deep two more times and then pulls my head tight to his body and holds me as I gag and start to retch. All the while he is chatting at me, “Suck me cunt, eat my dick, take it all, come on straight boy taste me, you know you love to eat cock.” This guy has been talkative all weekend, it’s part of his style of dominance.
He pulls out for just a few seconds while I am still hacking and gagging and bringing forward saliva, he blows back in pushing deep, finding my throat, causing the same gag reflex reactions as he thrust back and forth rapidly multiple times despite my resistance and then again pulling my head to his body forcing his rigid prick to stay lodged in my throat. “Take it cunt, take all of me, don’t fight me, breath through your nose cunt or you will suffocate bitch, you love this, don’t you, pussy do your job, make me cum.”
He is not only a physically aggressive Dom, but he’s also a verbally belligerent one, who likes to talk shit to his bottoms. And out he comes again. Fluids come with him, he wipes some from his dick and smears it across my face. Then it’s back in, this time just as deep and he plants it there and then with both hands on my head rapidly and forcibly pulls my head back and forth, maybe ten to fifteen times, so that those movements are what is fucking his dick instead of his thrusts.
“That’s a good boy. Yes, sissies like to suck dick. You’re going to love my cum. I am going to make you swallow it all. You’re a good cock sucker.” And he pulls out again. I am gagging, hacking, coughing, nearly heaving, and miserable, hating every minute of it. I’m about to call Yellow, maybe Red but can’t because he has reentered again and his depth does not allow me to breathe, let alone speak. This time I just held my breath and arched my neck back. This helps immensely.
“Yeah, that’s better lad, you’re learning, good job cunt, keep controlling it, see you can handle me.” He exits it again. I’m still choking and gagging, but the intensity of my throat spasms are less. Back in again, and I arch my neck, hold my breath, try to open my mouth even wider and say to myself just relax, relax, don’t think about the intrusion, ignore it. “Oh pussy, you are my fuck toy, lick me, make me harder, that a girl, good job, good job, I’m impressed, we may make a real cocksucker out of you yet.” When I take a gasp to get some air, he pulls out again then waits a few seconds and in he comes again, but this time he just glides in and out over my tongue.
“You’ve had enough of the deep stuff, now Cunt use your tongue, lick my slit, show me that you love dick, slide it up and down my shaft, that’s it, good cunt.” I did make an honest attempt to use my tongue, and it aids in me calming down the remaining spasms of my throat.
He pulls out of my mouth and moves around to my back. “Got to try out this hole that everyone has been raving about.” I’m thrilled he’s back there, at least he is out of my throat. He adds some lube to my entry and then plows in with one long thrust. Maybe as one of my first or second assaulters this would have been bad, but now I am widely stretched and filled with cum lube, so his abrupt entry is no issue. I just hang down my head and let the neck restraints hold me. More saliva dribbles down my chin. He is a well-seasoned top; he knows how to fuck in a way that pleases both himself and his bottom. The chatter continues, “Oh wow, this is great. Yeah pussy, take all of me.
I’m going to plow you good; you love this, you know you want me, you deserve this, you’re a dick slut, you want my cum, you want it bad, don’t you.” Occasionally, he pulls out far enough to smack one of my sore cheeks with his hand, He is a full-service Top. He is a good judge of his time and uses it all before letting his load join the others before him in my tired rectum. “At a girl, you take my cum, you take it all, oh I know you love that I gave you my semen, you hold it, don’t you lose a drop.” I feel him slide out after staying in me for a minute or two, making sure all his load was left behind. Then it was back to my force open mouth to clean his very cum slimed penis.
The cum taste is starting to get funky and foamy, as the accumulation is churned each time by a thrusting dick. I get it done.
I anticipated a wicked hard smack from the fraternity paddle, but when it landed it was mild, the lightest of the morning. “Thank you, Master?” And as the other hits are delivered, he comes up to my head and whispers softly in my ear, “You know, you are one hell of a sub, I have been so impressed by how you handled this weekend. I have had my share of submissives and none of them have been able to handle the kind of use we have put you through without falling apart. It is my hope that we were able to give you what you wanted, what you came for, what you needed. And thanks for letting us use you to play and fulfill our fantasies, like doing bound straight men which is one of my turn-ons.
I know you don’t enjoy sex with men, but you didn’t let it show.” And he gives my neck a squeeze and pats my shoulder, then walks away. Wow, he ended without any smack talk, his final words making him someone who abused me that I will remember for a long time in a positive way.
(Round #11) Next up was Master, who before entering my mouth, removes the dental gag. He has done me enough this weekend that I can recognize his cock. I am riding a minor high due to the praise I just got, so I use my new burst of steam to do my best at sucking the guy that made my weekend happen. I know I’m doing well as he gets rock hard and moans as he moves slowly and deliberately in and out of my lips that embrace his shaft while my tongue dances around his head. Later I had to justify to myself this willing service. While I was bound to the bench, I was not being threatened with punishment if I didn’t perform up to expectations. Why was I willing to suck a cock with passion that doesn’t sexually excite me? It was simply gratitude emerging from my mental exhaustion and my slipping into and accepting servitude obedience.
“Excellent, superb, but that’s enough, my cum is going in your butt, I’ve already let you swallow me earlier,” he says as he pulls free of my mouth. “No need to re-lube you, the cum dripping out of your hole is the best lube on the market.” He enters me easily, as I am both stretched and slick. He goes to work and is seemingly enjoying himself, when he stops, withdraws, and then re-enters with his fingers. I’m plenty stretched so I don’t understand. Then he starts messaging my insides with two of his fingers. He’s looking for, finds, and works on exciting my prostate. Sir Michael had done this to me in San Diego, and it did get me hard.
Master is doing the same. He takes his other hand and lightly works my sack and shaft. With the double sensations combined with my meds, I get hard quickly. He spends three or four minutes of his valuable fifteen minutes of game time on me. He then stops, I think he strokes himself a bit to get re-hard and enters me again. “As the Ref, I’m going to allow your erection. Now, I was good to you, I want you to be good to me. First, I want you to concentrate on relaxing, controlling your breathing. I then want you to tense up your sphincter muscle, then relax, tense it up again and then relax. Ok, now I want you to try and bear down with your pelvis when your sphincter is relaxed.
I know this sounds complicated, but a sub needs to learn how to be a good bottom for his master. This squeeze-and-release will be good for both of us, so let’s try this, bear down, try to find those muscles, relax that butthole, then tense it. I want to feel your pulses as I fuck you. One more thing, as I thrust in, I want you to push back at me with your butt hole.” I’m not sure I really know how to make my bottom muscles do all those things, but I try.
“That’s it, you’re doing good, concentrate, it will start to feel good to you. I can feel you clenching my cock. Yeah, keep switching the actions, oh yeah, you’re doing it, you are a good little cunt, Sir Michael is lucky to have you.” I did my best. I’m sure in the end, most of the work that got him to shoot his load was his actions, but I added what I could. I was surprised that this late in the weekend, these guys, especially Master, were still looking to teach me how to be a good submissive. He didn’t forget to clean up, as he promised my mouth was his choice. As I was doing my duty, he told me it was nice having his dick up such a tight hole. It struck me funny as I couldn’t believe that after all the plastic and real cocks that have been up there this weekend that it could be still described as tight. My butt cheeks, already cherry red, then took its twelve whacks.
(Round #12) I know this cock too. It is Sir Michael. He will round out the even dozen. My mouth is filled. I wish I could do better with him, but orally he still remains too much for me, although I want to do the best for him.
He can tell I am trying take as much of him as I possibly can, but that I am struggling, so he goes slow, pushing in first just his bulging head, then maybe inch of his shaft, then a tad more, and a little bit more and he instructs me, “Lick under my head, lick it good, make my slit tingle, you can do it, use your lips on the shaft, tilt your head so I can give you more, I’m sure your forced bondage fantasies have been based on sucking this dick since college so live the dream.” He is being careful to avoid gagging me, slowly sliding ever so slightly backward and forward. He is hard so his size has maximized, making this tougher.
Sir doesn’t stay overly long in my mouth, which surprises me because by the game rules he could have stayed as long as he wanted. He would make up for it in my other end.
Taking him proved what Master had just said, that I was still a tight one. He hurts going in, but then he is super hard, which means he is at his maximum girth and length; it’s a real turn on for him to fuck his straight best friend even if he must tie me down to do it. He didn’t add any lube as I was supposedly filled with cum. I can feel the friction, my hole trying its best to accommodate him. At least he’s not trying to drive to the hilt on his first thrusts. It takes about four or five pushes till he picks up enough natural lube so that my I butt can give in to the assault. He gets his rhythm going. I try to push back and do what I can to relax. My tight grip on his cock is keeping him nice and hard. I can tell by his grunts this is a treat, fucking his friend, if I could see his face, I’m sure it’s all smiles. Me, not so much, my face shows a grimace. There is still discomfort.
I diverted my concentration from the ache by trying to do the things Master had just tried to teach me. Tough to tell how much they increased Sir’s enjoyment cause my tightness is making his day by itself. He pounds away for a long time, changing his speed of thrusts occasionally, but in and out strokes are consistently deep. He does stop once, with his dick deep within me to take a drink of water. I think to myself, yes, I may be a friend, but at the moment I am just a hole to plow, nothing more, as it should be, needs to be.
He gets back to fucking me in earnest and after what feels like an eternity, probably a total of a good twenty minutes he says to Master, “Think it’s time to add mine?”
“Sure, I’m positive nothing would make this Bitch happier than to take your load.”
And with about another twenty hard, deliberate thrusts, he tenses up, makes a loud sigh, and I am treated to his gift. Winded he says, “Why didn’t you have me tie you up and do you in college? We’ve lost so much time.” He stays still a while with my butt still holding a tight grip on him and then starts thrusting again. It is only for a minute or two. “I want to make sure I have a good coating.” He pulls out and comes to the front. “Open, my cunt, stick out your tongue, give this beauty a bath.”
He has me lick up and down his cum coated shaft, helping to rotate it with his hand. He then sticks it into my mouth and says, “Make me hard, I think I want to do you again.” Even with his dick flaccid, it still is more than I can effectively handle. I do take as much as I can, which is probably a personal best. I try both some tongue and lip service for a few minutes, finding that he is still well coated with the cum of many, which I distastefully work to clean off. Apparently satisfied, he pulls out and says, “He’s getting better at this, but I think he is done. No sense in trying to poke him again.” I get my final twelve butt warming smacks and the game concludes. The home team won.
Chapter 22: Topside of a Rimming
{Sunday 10:00 am – 11:00 am} A butt plug is pushed into my sore and worn hole. “This will keep you from dribbling over the floors.” I am then unstrapped, which provides much relief to my aching neck, arms and legs. I was told to get down and I practically fell off the bench and needed momentary help to stand. My arms are placed behind me with the obligatory handcuffs put on my wrists. “Follow me,” Master orders, and we start walking to the other side of the room. It is quite the feeling, being unable to walk straight after being pounded again and again by twelve dicks. Your gait is off as you awkwardly limp more to one side. I need to stretch my hand back and down to the butt plug to hold it in as it feels like it will slip out as I walk. I have been well stretched.
It ends up being just a short walk to the wood play area where a Dom is finishing up securing his sub to the floor with the set of pipe, connector and mount restraints. He lays face up on a rubber mat with his arms held down close to his sides, his upper legs and ankles secured too. Another set of pipes, connectors and mounts crosses and holds him just below his chest. A more elaborate array of pipes and connectors holds down his neck and head. He is blindfolded. I see a rimming chair close by. Not putting two and two together, my first thought is the chair will be set over me. Man, they can’t want me to rim them now, I got nothing left; but it’s not that.
“One of our sub’s kinks is giving all kinds of rim jobs. It’s his thing. His favorite is sucking cum out of an asshole, we call it felching. You are filled with twelve full loads, less of course of whatever amount you licked off the soiled cocks. I’m sure he would love to clean you out. I am not looking for your consent; I’m just clarifying your next adventure. By the way, your Master has been looking forward to this all day. The chair is set over this poor sub’s face and adjusted down to its lowest setting.
Master unlocks my hands, reaches under my legs and pulls out the plug. “Clench your hole tight, don’t let anything drip out till I say so, and open your mouth.” As I clench my butt, he sticks the cum covered plug into my mouth and tells me to “Close your mouth, don’t dare drop that plug.” He then sits me down on the chair. I feel my cheeks press lightly against the waiting face below me. I quiver as it is a creepy feeling, but I keep clenched. My forearms are secured to the arms of the chair as my feet are held to the front legs in the same manner. He then tells me to open my mouth again, as he takes hold of the plug and tells me to lick it dry. I will have nightmares for years to come. It tastes gross. I can tell it has more than twelve loads of cum and lube on it. He then rubs it over my lips and across my cheeks to remove any remaining residue I might have missed.
My Bitch collar is removed and the hood I brought is put over my head and tightly laced up and with its collar buckled firmly around my neck. The blindfold is snapped on, followed by the gag being inserted in my mouth and snapped to the hood. It’s pumped up and with numerous squeezes of bulb, filling and straining to stretch out my checks being held by the confines of the tight face fitted hood. With no other place to expand, that forces the dick head shape gag to extend deep in my mouth almost to my gag reflex. By far the fullest it has ever been pumped up. My mouth is completely full, and my tongue pressed down and unmovable.
I next feel someone spreading my butt cheeks wide, I think to better expose my hole and crack to the abused below me. I then hear Master say, “You may begin rimming, and Bitch, you can unclench” and I feel a wet tongue make a long slow lick up my crack and across my hole. It causes another shiver. He is using his tongue like a paint brush with his strokes soft and flat. He makes many passes often starting at my perineum and ending as far up to the top of my butt that his restraints and tongue length allows. He teases my hole with licks and little darting with the tip of his tongue. At times he pauses and starts a suction action which is kind of titillating. These actions cause a cycling of opposing effects of tensing up and relaxing. That, combined with natural gravity is causing a bit of the large volume of cum I have within me to start weeping out.
He doesn’t do anything fancy like spelling the alphabet or going high speed like a washing machine, just gentle and methodical work. He just makes long strokes, then switches to making circles, moving them farther apart and then closer together. Sometimes doing figure-eights, crossing over my anus, rivalling the effects of my favorite vibrator programs. He does throw in kisses occasionally, part of his sucking. My sore and broken butt is starting to feel good for the first time in days. He doesn’t bite or nibble which I am grateful for as the edges of my ass lips are raw and tender. There is a ton of nerve ending around and in the hole, and all of them are happy with the attention.
He continues to tease the rim. I can feel drips of goo release sporadically which seems to excite my new friend, repulses me. I can feel him cup his tongue when the junk drizzles out and he captures it. You can also feel the follow up sensation of his swallowing.
Mentally as it happens, I feel shame. I hope I am still clean, but I am somewhat doubtful based on what I tasted when I licked the plug. I sense no other people near me after a while, so I guess I’m being left again to sit and ponder all of this while still participating in at the same time of what could be summed up as the most sexually bizarre, confusing, deviant, painful, and mind blowing few hours of my life. I spent a long time being rimmed, I think I dozed off when I was startled by someone releasing the gag in my mouth, followed by the blindfold and hood. Others are releasing my arms and legs. I am stood up and my hands again locked with handcuffs behind me. I still feel sloshy and wet inside. I certainly have not been emptied by the rimming, but his stimulation has tightened my hole, and I don’t feel like I’m dripping as I stand.
Chapter 23: Final Lessons
