by Sasha Bond
Five minutes later, fourteen guys now sat or lay in that room, spent of sexual energy. I was covered from head to toe in warm, fresh cum. My tits, hair and face were pasted with salty semen as Carl clicked his fingers, urging me to sit upright. He was the last. He held his rock hard cock in his fist and sat opposite me. As I sat up on the tarpaulin, my hand slipped on the shower of spunk that lay beneath us. As his naked ass squelched on the soaking floor, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. Lowering my hand, he slid it downwards. I edged nearer to him, our crossed legs now touching at the knees. As the palm of my hand grazed past his manhood, it felt harder than stone. He pressed my open down onto his shaven scrotum. As I cupped his balls, he let out a soft and deliberate moan of pleasure. Acting on instinct I lifted my hand, but the force of his grip prevented me from gripping his thick shaft.
“No” he said, firmly. “Just hold my balls. If you move your hand you will be punished.”
Carl motioned to a tall skinny guy who lifted the whip, grinning.
“If you move your hand, even a millimetre, you will be punished. Do you understand?” Carl repeated.
I nodded, averting my gaze. I slipped a little again as I leaned forward to find a more comfortable position. His balls felt tight and, at the base of his scrotum, I could feel a faint but persistent throb and pulse.
“Look at me” he ordered. I leaned back a little, still cupping his smooth balls in my left hand and using my right hand for support. He softly grabbed my right arm and lifted it towards his chest. Palm open, he placed my free hand into the centre of his chest, just above his heart.
“Everything is about balance, pleasure, pain and reward” he whispered to me, smiling and breathing heavily. His muscular torso dripped with sweat as he placed both of his hands on my breasts, gently rubbing his thumbs across my hardening nipples. As the circling motion continued, I felt his dick throbbing and twitching against the inside of my forearm an wrist. His heart began to beat harder against the palm of my hand.
“You are perfect” he said with sincerity. The whole room seemed to disappear around me. No one had ever said anything like that to me before and he seemed so genuine.
“Balance” I whispered back to him. Still cupping his balls, I circled my cum-lubed index finger around the tight and tender entrance of his anus. His breathing became even heavier and, as I repeated “balance”, I applied pressure, pushing the tip of my index finger into his ass. I pushed a little further, motioning a ‘come here’ action with my finger about half an inch inside him. Slowly, I lowered my free hand down his chest. The tall guy stood up, whip in hand, as I stroked my fingers down Carl’s toned stomach, now only centimetres from his cock.
“No” Carl half-shouted, ordering the guy to lower the whip.
“It’s fine” I said, smirking. “I know the rules…” With that I gripped the full girth of his warm pulsing penis.
“Balance” I repeated, locking eyes with him and steadily jerking his cock, my semen soaked index finger now an inch deep inside his tight anus. “Pleasure” I said, wincing, as the strike of the whip hit my back. “Balance, pleasure, pain…” I repeated, speaking, pumping and fingering him rhythmically. With our eyes still locked, I felt the pressure build in the base of his shaft. As his stomach tensed, I whispered “and reward…”
A jet of cum flew between us, splashing with surprising force on the underside of my chin. As another whip cracked into my back, I felt Carl’s throbbing sphincter tense and clamp around my probing finger. With each involuntary clench, a fresh spew of warm white fluid erupted from his stone hard cock. Squeezing and twisting every last drop of cum from his penis, I felt it begin to soften in my drenched hand.
“Enough” he shouted towards the whip master, exhausted. The whipping ceased as we sat there, motionless. I finally loosed his cock and lifted my sticky fingers to my lips.
“So, you think I’m perfect?” I asked, giggling. Almost bashfully, he nodded, as I slid my fingers into my mouth and tasted him for the first time.
***
What I had wanted from this encounter was to be used, fucked and humiliated. I could tick all those boxes. But what I didn’t expect was to meet someone like HIM. The events of the next several weeks turned my life upside down and, if I’m honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again.
He helped me to take revenge.
He invited HER.
He helped me to experience myself with a completeness I had only previously imagined.
He set me free.
And now I’m his, and his alone…sometimes…
PART TWO
"Okay, Tom, you came on her face first! There’s your prize…" said Carl, pointing at me and chuckling. "You get to take her in the shower and clean her. Cold water only, though. We need her to remember her place. And no fucking her, yet!"
It might sound odd, but that was the first time, in that moment, that I felt used. Just ten minutes before, Carl and I had shared the most intimate experience I had ever had in thirteen years of sexual encounters. There was an electricity in that moment that doesn’t come along too often. And now I was back to a piece of meat. Pull yourself together, Emma! I told myself. There is no ‘Carl and I’. He’s just a guy with gorgeous eyes and a perfect dick. You’re here for an adventure, nothing more.
From behind, someone put the ball gag back in my mouth, breaking my thoughts. A muscular bearded guy smiled at me and grabbed the chain around my neck. He had already removed his pants and shirt.
"Take off those stilettos, unless you want them showered," Tom said with no emotion. I struggled to sit up and reach my feet, fumbling with the cum-slick buckles around my ankles. The tall guy hurried forward and stripped the shoes off, fondling my feet as he did so. Tom lifted me upright and towed me into the bathroom, pushing me into the huge walk-in shower.
Thirteen guys crowded in to watch the show. The only no-show was Carl who I assumed had stayed in the bedroom to clean up the mess. There was a handheld shower wand in addition to the huge rainmaker shower head. Tom grabbed the wand and cranked the shower on. It hit me full cold and I squealed from the instant shock as it rained from above. I tried in vain to cover myself with my hands.
"It’s too cold!" I tried to scream, but my lips could only mumble around that damn gag.
"Hey, boss!" yelled Tom over the sound of the shower, "She was yelling at me but I don't think she said 'Master' – can I piss on her?"
Carl appeared from behind the crowd of onlookers. I couldn’t quite gage the look in his eye.
“No. Show some respect” he said, shaking his head and disappearing again.
Tom waited until Carl was no longer in sight, stopped the water and stepped into the shower. Lifting up his massive cock with his free hand, he aimed it at me. It trickled at first but within a second a stream of piss hit me square in the face. The team cheered Tom's aim, a few of them raising their arms. It wasn’t the first time I had been pissed on and I did kind of like the warm feel of total abandon.
"You know, I don't think our whore likes showers, at least not golden or cold!" Tom said as he turned on the water.
***
Tom grabbed my chain leash again and pulled me out.
"Do we dry her off?" Tom said, looking to Carl for leadership.
"Of course” Carl said, annoyed. "What the fuck is wrong with you Tom? Show some fuckin’ respect, man.”
Carl leaned down and began to dab me dry. “He didn’t do anything to you in the shower, did he?” I shook my head. He looked so angry and I didn’t want to make anything worse. I just wanted to fuck and cum like I had been dreaming about for a whole week beforehand.
I was towed back into the other room and asked to get on all fours. The guys formed a ring around me. By now they all had their clothes off again and they were all stroking their dicks. Long cocks, short cocks, thick cocks, thin cocks; they all looked beautiful to me, and I desperately wanted at least one of them inside me. Someone took off the ball gag, putting something diffe
rent thing in my mouth; a ring held by leather straps.
"This is a ring gag…” Carl explained. "It will keep your lips wide open while we fuck your mouth."
They unhooked the chains from my wrist bands and slapped a dick in each hand and ordered me to get to work. Meanwhile, a cock was also shoved into my mouth, working in and out as my throat was thoroughly fucked. If my hands stopped, someone whipped my ass, but I couldn't scream because of the cock rammed in my mouth. It was like a dance, stroke, stroke, stroke, shiver, cum, change partners, stroke again. My mouth ached from the ring cock and patches of drool pooled on the tarp. After around half an hour I was tired and cold. Carl stood before me, shoving his thick rod between my stretched lips. He bucked and grinded, almost choking me several times, but always looking deep in my eyes. He was mesmerizing. His cum tasted even better the second time, as it glided down my throat. I will never forget that taste of pure manhood.
***
“Why did you come here, today?” Carl asked me, as he lit a cigarette and lay back on the bed. All the other guys had headed off for the showers again. The floor was covered in saliva and all I could taste was semen.
“Isn’t that obvious?” I said, untying the chord on his bathrobe and pulling the white cotton wide open to reveal his muscular, naked body. I ran the tips my fingers over his nipples, before slowly lowering my hand. As my nails gently scraped towards his navel, his dick began to swell. I delicately traced my finger over his helmet, causing him to groan a little.
“But didn’t you feel that? Earlier? When we were…together?”
I knew exactly what he was referring to. When I was jerking him off, in a room full of naked guys, it was like we were the only people in the entire world.
“No” I said, lying. This wasn’t the reason I had come today. I wanted to be fucked and dominated. I didn’t want feelings. Feelings end up causing more pain than any whip.
“Liar” he said, grinning. Rolled over, forcing my head to the left. As his weight bore down on me, he licked the side of my neck.
“How the fuck are you single? You’re so…” he let the sentence tail away, writhing his dick into position at the entrance to my soaking pussy. Looking me deep into the eye, he pushed into me, then stopped. I gasped as his helmet penetrated by. He held it there, looking far behind my eyes.
“Life…” he said, perfectly still, “Life is never all or nothing. Life happens in the moments in between. We are one turn from disaster and ecstasy every single second of every single day. And there is no real difference between the two. They complement one another perfectly. One moment you have it all” he said, thrusting himself inside me. The tip of his dick reached further than I had ever known. I felt like it filled me to my belly.
“And the next moment you have nothing” he said, pulling out of me and rolling over. “Go home, Emma. I’ll be in touch” he said, staring at the ceiling.
“What the fuck?” I half shouted. “Why would I go home now? And how the hell do you know my real name?”
He sighed deeply. “You’ll go home because I told you to. And I know a lot more than you realise, Emma. Now, go home.”
***
18 Days Later
If anyone exited the elevator, they would see me kneeling in front of the hotel room door. They would see immediately that I was naked, except for my stilettos. They would see my coat, neatly folded by my side. My brown hair, flowing straight down my back, would be visible. I wasn't sure if they'd be able to see the butt plug in my ass. From that angle, they wouldn't see the nipple clamps or clit clip; that view was waiting for the men about to open the door and fuck me senseless.
It was hard for me to believe my first ever group sex session was only eighteen days ago. When I lost my virginity, the night before I went away to college, I kept thinking I should feel like a totally different person; but I didn't. After slaving myself to fifteen men just over two weeks ago, I actually felt like I'd been transformed. The next day I kept asking myself “Did I really do that? I didn't just imagine it?”
Eighteen days later, despite his promise, I hadn’t heard from Carl and I just figured he was like every other lying scumbag guy out there. The mundane humdrum of normal life set back in quickly, so I'd contacted them again via email to set up round two. However humiliating, I knew I didn't want to live without that intense experience again and it didn’t look like I was going to get it with Carl, either. He seemed to know exactly what turned me on; that mild mix of bondage and pain and submission, along with the acknowledgement that at my very core I am a woman who needs to be used, and used hard.
I took a deep breath and knocked five times, paused, and knocked five times again, as ordered. This time I was instructed to blindfold myself prior to knocking the door. When it was opened, in relative silence, I was pulled inside and a ball gag was immediately strapped tightly in my mouth. Someone moved behind me to buckle leather restraints around my wrists and ankles, with the wrists connected like handcuffs behind my back. I felt something on my finger; like last time. It was told by an unfamiliar voice that is was a small, red flashlight that I could use to implement the safe-word, if I needed to, when the ball gag prevented me from speaking. I felt a leash attached to my collar, and I was dragged into another room. My heart thudded hard against my chest and I hoped to God that Carl was there, somewhere.
They made me stand in what felt like the middle of a room, though I couldn't be sure. My legs were forced apart and a bar was attached to my ankle cuffs. I had no idea what was happening, how many people were there or what was about to unfold. Well, I guessed I would be fucked, but we hadn't covered the details as much as last time, just the hard limits.
"Gentlemen, our whore is here" came another voice that I didn’t recognise.
***
I had expected to hear Carl's voice, but I didn't recognize the man who spoke. I felt the mystery guy move his hands over my body, in time with the words.
"Look at these perfect tits! We had a great time whipping you, didn’t we? And how about this ass? If I recall, that was bright red when we were finished with you... "
I heard murmurs of agreement. The memory made me wet. Hands forced me to bend over, my hair streaming towards the floor and my ass and pussy displayed for my unseen audience. After a few minutes, they hauled me upright again, turned me around, and bent me over to display me to another part of the room.
"Look how wet this whore is. She's ready to service us. All of us!"
I felt fingers spreading my pussy lips and more fingers plunging into me, roughly. After a few more finger fucks, the hand withdrew was forced into my mouth. The taste of my own juices was exquisite and I licked feverishly at his fingers.
"Gentlemen, check out our toy."
I was pulled upright again. I felt hands on my ass, on my tits, and more fingers pushing into my slit. Hands grabbed my hair and pulled. Hands spanked my butt and slapped my face. With the blindfold on, the sensations were magnified.
"All right, all right, as you were." They eventually settled down again.
"Now, last week our team took this pussy as our slave and she serviced us. She couldn't get enough of our cocks. Right, slut?"
I nodded.
"So we found eight more guys who want to ride your train tonight. Do you want that, slut? Do you want 24 hard cocks tonight?"
He forced my chin, nodding my head for me, though I would have gladly nodded myself. I was eager to be fucked, the more the better.
***
"Let's start with her ass. Cuff her hands in front of her. Bend her over there. Leave the spreader bar in."
My face pressed into the sofa cushion. My hips raised on the arm of the sofa, ass in the air. My legs forced apart and clipped to an unyielding bar. I felt the anal plug yanked from my tight ass and cried out in pain.
"Hey, doc, come here pal. Can you make sure she's going to be okay with this?"
I heard a guy move around someplace behind me. I heard the snap of a rubber glove, the click of a p
lastic bottle cap, and that unmistakable gloopy sound of lube. I felt a finger pushing into my ass, and not gently. I started to shriek, but a hand forced me downwards, directing my scream into the cushions.
"She's still pretty tight. Start with a pencil dick and it would probably be okay. And plenty of lube."
The finger moved out of me. The unknown master ordered them to figure out who had the skinniest cock. It turned out the guy with the thinnest dick was one of the new eight guys, and they decided it wasn't right for a guest to take my ass before one of my original masters; so they went with the next skinniest guy. I couldn't see any of this, but I heard the discussion. I heard the click and gloop of the lube bottle again. I braced myself, but even that didn't prepare me for the intense pain as his cock ripped into my virgin ass. He was attempting to force his way in slowly, but it didn't help. Every millimetre hurt more than the one before. I was in the best kind of pain, but still had a hand covering my mouth and cushions swallowing my pleasure-filled moans. Finally he stopped moving, so I guess he was all the way in, or as far as he was going to get. My ass stopped hurting a little bit as he remained motionless, hands on my hips. Then he started to grind into me, pulling back to plunge in again. He began slowly for the first few thrusts, but soon he was pounding into me with animal like aggression. The guy holding in my screams leaned in and whispered in my ear: