Vegas Twelve to One · Part 6

Vegas Twelve to One · Part 6 (6/14)
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“There you go, you can suck dick or at least lick it, I knew you could.” But he’s still pushing down on my shoulders which is helping me fail quickly in my hanging. I try to push through my arm agony which is now radiating down my sides.

I use my head to bob forward and back trying to make contact with my lower lip that I am pushing up and out the best I can. It’s only been a short time, probably four minutes or less, my arms would claim it was hours, and I feel him start to tense up. He slows and I think he is going to cum. But instead, he makes a few last glides across my tongue, and he pulls out. “Good job Bitch, you really got me close. Too early to blow a load yet. OK, take him back up if you want.” And I am pulled back up to a standing position.

Chapter 9: Creative New Ways to be Broken, Exploited, Used, and Abused

{Friday 11:00 pm – Saturday 2:00 am} 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 as the voice 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 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 discharged 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 later if you cheat yourself of this experience and quit. Do it for me.”

His locker room peptalk provided the needed reassurance to charge ahead and properly lick clean the cock in my mouth, now aided 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 goosebumps. 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 backed 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 is 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 finished 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 by 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 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.

Chapter 10: Unwelcome Cuddling

{Saturday 2:00 am – 4:00 am} My transportation wrist cuffs are removed only to be replaced with hospital style leather cuffs. They are secured against my sides with a leather belt that circles my waist and is locked behind me. Matching cuffs are put on my ankles and laced together with a leather belt like the one that holds my hands. This belt allows my feet about fifteen inches of space between them, which if I spread my legs would give me enough movement to shuffle along. The vision I had just regained is lost again as a new full leather hood covers my eyes as it is pulled tight to my face and laced up the back. It also has a belt and buckle that goes around the neck that is secured.

This hood has no gag, my mouth is accessible, much to my relief, for now. My shuffling capability won’t be needed as I am spun around, backed up to the bed and laid down onto it. I am positioned on my back in a sleeping position with a pillow placed under my head. There is a D-ring on the hood’s neck strap that is then tethered to the headboard and will be the only restraint keeping me on the bed.

I lay there for a few minutes, waiting for something to happen to me, not believing my tormentors were going to give me sleep time on this reasonably comfortable mattress and with somewhat docile leather bonds holding me. While things have begun to settle down for me, I can hear that there are other activities still happening in the dungeon. I decided to make an attempt to nap.

But I am correct, I have not been put here to sleep. I feel the mattress depress as another person climbs onto the bed. Instantly I can tell he is completely naked as whoever this is lays down next to me, pressing his body up against my side. I can feel his privates against my leg, his arm now reaching over my chest and resting on it. He pulls me tight to him. Very noticeable is his silkiness, he feels shaved, in that I mean his body, his limbs, his privates are completely smooth. Odd as it is being held this way by a man, the smoothness has made it more peculiar, but maybe a little better.

I’m held for a couple of minutes, then his hand starts exploring my chest. It’s kind of a gentle rubbing, a tender, affectionate massage of my chest. Some toying with my chest hairs, then a circling of my nipples ending with delicate pinching, squeezing and twisting by one hand as his other pulls me tight in a hug. I am being cuddled. My reaction: my body tenses up. I don’t believe my body pulled back, but I did internally. This was creepy. A naked man was caressing my naked bound body.

He began to explore my body further, moving his hand first to my face, tenderly touching both the leather hood and the exposed lips of my clenched mouth. His open hand then traveled south gently rubbing my chest and belly till he reached my groin where he slowly began fondling my balls and flaccid cock. The stroking of my body wasn’t unpleasant, but made me uncomfortable, so it wasn’t enjoyable as he intended it to be. My dick did become somewhat aroused from the attention when it was being fondled, but certainly at the moment was not hard.

Undeterred, my bed suiter continued to massage me head to toe, now using both hands when fondling my nipples and package. He repositions himself and lays down on top of me, using his body to rub me and hold me tight providing more hugs. He rose to a straddle position over me and began licking my body, spending much of his initial time sucking on my nipples, before he slid down and began licking my shaft and ball sack. All very gentle, lovingly performed. His sucking, which even in my dislike, brought my member to life and I hardened.

That reaction seemed to be to my suiters liking and he swung around so that he was now in a 69 position, retaking my cock into his mouth and pressing his against mine. I know that by contract I must take in this offering, and I open my mouth for him. Again, another first, I am doing the proverbial 69 with another man. I certainly have done this much to my enjoyment at home with my wife, but this provides me with a thrill simply because I am being made to do it in my leather binds while trapped underneath him. I concentrate on my restricted arms and feet, and I am able to execute the required oral actions as I imagine in my mind that this is a clit I am licking and sucking, not a cock.

The 69 goes on for just a few minutes, with no real attempt to reach climax by either of us, when he spins around again, laying on top of me and resuming his general cuddling and fondling activities.

Based on his other actions, I am surprised that he hasn’t attempted to kiss me on the lips, a ‘Hard Limit’ item in the contract unless he is disease free and otherwise resides on my ‘Activities Not of Interest’ list. Sir Michael can move at his sole discretion anything on that list to the acceptable list if he decides it is pleasurable to him per the contract, but he does know it is something that even watching it occur between two men repulses me. Not a moral issue at all, it is just a big, big turn off to me to watch, I don’t know why. Not sure how Sir is going to play this. This guy is doing everything else that an affectionate gay couple would do, even including whispering sweet nothings into my ear, so I am amazed I haven’t been subjected to a kiss regardless of my feelings. I know that I would not kiss back if it happened despite the consequences.

There are times where I am just held, times where I am lightly caressed and times where the action gets heavy, and in time I maybe even try to relax a bit, but I overall remain anxious, stiff, I think noticeably. He stays with me for almost an hour, when he is then joined by another. This person too begins with exploratory caressing, somewhat in unison with his partner. They work so well together I wonder if they are not real partners, Dom and sub romancing me together. As the pace picks up the first caresser discreetly departs, giving me a final affectionate hug as the second provides attention to my privates.

I am still tense and still not overly finding this enjoyable, but at least I am getting used to it now. That allows my tired body and mind to recuperate some from the night’s earlier uses and abuses. My body is not being assaulted and there certainly is no pain involved. This gentleman is more into the sex than the first was. He spends more time in the 69 position, working me harder and making his cock dance more in my mouth. He also explores with his fingers further below my sack, probing for and finding my hole. In time he penetrates me with one, then two fingers, swirling around within, stimulating my prostate, while sucking me deeply, lovingly.

When he is apparently satisfied that I am stretched, I am rolled to my side. He snuggles up behind me, bending my knees, putting me in a side squatting position. Lifting my one leg slightly he puts a little lube in my butt hole. (I am still not sure where he got the lube as he never left the bed.) He positions his erected cock between my hind quarters, spreads my cheeks and presses it up against my hole. With expert hip movement he penetrates me, and I am slowly fucked sideways. He keeps me within a tight embrace as he moves slowly in and out of me. The gentlest I have been pegged this entire weekend. Everything is gentle, tender, comforting, pleasant.

If I were gay, this likely would be a memorable evening. There should be candles burning on the nonexistent nightstand and music playing in the background. He is enjoying me; he is making love to me; he is not just trying to use me as a handy receptacle for his cock. And his plan is to go all the way with me through to his orgasm. He takes his time, but the climax eventually comes, and he deposits his semen into me. He is in no hurry, so his dick remains in me, as he continues to caress my body with his hands and arms, holding me tight as you would a lover after a night of passionate lovemaking.

His time with me is shorter than that of my first cuddler, cut short I think because the time allotted for this session had elapsed. He withdraws finally with a sigh, leaving the impression he wanted to continue, I get an ending hug, and he slips off the bed. The past two hours I will record as ‘interesting’, a challenge this time to my psyche versus the body. And a needed respite. I am stood up still with my arms bound to my side, feet hobbled, and blindfolded, butt filled with cum.

It dismays me that I can’t say I enjoyed this. I liked that I was bound, I like that I was fucked while bound, somewhat tied to the bed I was in and not in control, I enjoyed struggling to pull my arms away from the belt that bound them to my waist as I was caress, but that is the extent of it. I sense these two guy’s goals were to stir romantic type reactions and desire in me or tease me with it, but the arousal that one has when making love to a mate they are attracted to was missing here and always would be. I hope this was a performance by both of them as part of the ‘abuse and tease the straight guy by forcing him to make love to a gay guy playdate’ theme and not connected to any real attraction.

Chapter 11: Disciplined for the Sin of Another

{Saturday 4:00 am – 5:00 am} “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 the 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

Vegas Twelve to One · Part 6 (6/14)
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