by Selena Kitt, Marie Shore, Alex Anders, Terry Towers, Aphrodite Hunt
I refuse to give King Jai the satisfaction of my cries, and so I clench my jaw and every muscle in my body as I weather the next few strokes, which bite into the sleek flesh of my thighs.
“You’re not trying hard enough, Spirus,” King Jai calls. He sucks a nectarine. “I want to hear him beg for mercy.”
That will never happen, I decide.
Spirus’s lashes become harder and swifter, and still I refuse to yield. I blink back the tears in my eyes. My back, ass and thighs are a continuous sheet of excruciating pain.
“If he doesn’t scream, Spirus, the next twenty lashes are for you,” King Jai promises.
Spirus pauses. He’s evaluating this, I know. He has five lashes to go, and my determination not to cry out is unnerving him. He has underestimated me, and this is evident in the way he glares at me – as though he would like to eat me alive. The soldiers begin to jeer and hiss.
“Come on, Spirus, you’re not going to let a pretty prince like him best you!”
“You whip like a daisy, Spirus! Has your cock fallen off?”
King Jai leans back in his chair, amused.
Spirus’s eyes are baleful as he regards my sweat-beaded face. He walks to my front. He stares at my still erect cock.
I cringe.
Spirus uncurls his whip and slashes viciously at my imprisoned cock. This time, I can’t help it – I let out a cry.
The crowd cheers.
The next blow cuts into my proffered balls, lifted to the whip’s onslaught. I scream this time. The crowd goes wild. Sensing my weak spot, Spirus goes in for the kill. He beats and beats my trembling cock and balls. My ears are filled with white noise, and somewhere in the cavern of my skull, I’m screaming unstoppably.
I hear the words, “Enough! You’ve done far more than twenty, Spirus!”
The whipping abates. My genitals are awash with flame. I hang limply from the beam. My penis wears the reddening marks of the whip. I can’t see my balls, which feel as though they’ve been doused in an ant nest.
Spirus smirks at me. His cheeks are red and his chest heaves with exertion. I take in every feature of his peasant face, imprinting them forever in my memory.
I will not forget this. Although I have let you do this to me, I will not forget this.
“Wash him and bring him to my tent,” King Jai says.
Hands cut me down from the structure and I fall weakly into Spirus’s arms.
* * * *
In a tent surrounded by guards, I lower myself painfully into a tub of steaming hot water and allow the sting to subside in my wounds. I close my eyes, letting the pain wash over me.
“My prince, let me bathe you.”
I open my eyes. Before me is a beautiful woman with long, dark hair to her waist. Her blue eyes are large and alluring. Her naked breasts are encircled tightly by decorative chains so that they jut out prominently. Her areolas are dark and pointed. Another sparkling chain hugs her slender hips and sends a strand to cover her pussy. Because the chain is so thin, only her clitoris is covered, and even that, barely. Her hairless pussy lips are completely exposed.
“You speak as though you hail from my homeland,” I say in wonder.
“I do, my prince. My name is Tia. I am but a captured slave from Tarsk.” Her eyes shine with devotion. “I have heard tales of your splendor.”
I shake my head. “And now I’m a captured slave, just like you.”
She bows her head. “I’m sorry, your highness.”
A moment of silence passes between us.
Tia steps into the water with me. Her golden skin glistens in the soft lamplight. “My prince, I am tasked with bathing you. Let me soothe your wounds.”
She begins to scrub my back gently with a cloth. I wince as she rubs my buttocks and thighs. As she cradles my abused cock and balls in her hands, her eyes are filled with tears.
“You did not do this to me, Tia,” I say gently, stroking her face. “Don’t cry.”
Soundlessly, she dries me. She bids me to lie down upon my stomach on a bed. Then she massages a sweet-smelling balm into the welts on my back, buttocks and thighs. When she has finished, she turns me onto my back.
“Forgive me for hurting you.”
“You’re not hurting me, Tia.”
I let her ease the cool balm into the red marks on my cock and testicles. She strokes it in with her gentle fingers, taking care not to make me wince.
“They’re so cruel, my prince.”
“It’s all right, Tia. I can take it.” At home, she would have been one of the slave girls I’d take to bed. But I have no interest in anything at the moment.
She hesitates. “Forgive me then, your highness, but I am ordered to decorate you.”
I am immediately wary. “In what way?”
Tia trembles as she shows me several gleaming objects in her palms.
“Lie back, my prince. I will not hurt you.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Then I’d be beaten and raped.” Tia’s eyes are large and pleading in her beautiful face.
I regard her for a long time, and then I sigh, nodding my assent.
“I need you to be erect, my prince. Do I have your permission to suck your cock?”
After a long while, I say with an air of resignation, “Yes.”
She lowers her head and takes my cock into her mouth. I am so huge that her mouth is stretched to its limit. She sucks my cock gently but insistently, taking care to avoid my angry whip marks. Soon, despite my misgivings, my shaft is hard in her warm mouth.
She slips my cock from her mouth. She then clasps a beautiful bracelet around its base, circling my balls. The penis bracelet has a clasp at the top that is shaped like two opposing golden eagle heads. It is attached to a teardrop pendant made from silver that dangles from a circlet, the latter into which she slips my cock. My genitals are squeezed snugly by the entire ensemble.
In my prone position, my cock is stiff against my abdomen. It is so long, its head abuts against my belly button.
Tia raises her eyes to mine. “You will get used to this, my prince.”
She shows me a small metal stick connected to a golden hoop.
“What is that?” I say, concerned.
“This is a penis wand.”
The stick is thin, hollow like a reed, and as long as my finger. My apprehension mounts as she lifts the tip of my cock from my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I say, touching her hand, which is curled around my shaft.
“It will not hurt, I promise you, your highness.”
Gingerly and with great care, she inserts the slender and very cold wand into the small aperture at the head of my penis. I can’t help but clutch at her forearms in distress as she navigates it in. The sensation is strange, and yet not uncomfortable. She pushes it all the way in and clasps the golden hoop around the glans of my cock to secure it.
“You are beautiful, my prince,” she says breathlessly.
Giving me her hand, she helps me to stand. My cock and balls are very obviously displayed in all their finery. The golden hoop circles my penile head like a tight drum.
But Tia is not finished with me.
My nipples are large and protruding, and so she clips a ring around each of them. Beautiful teardrop pendants similar to the one below my shaft dangle from the rings. She fastens studded bracelets with iron hoops around my wrists. Finally, she clasps a similarly made collar around my neck.
It is clear my attire is that of a sex slave.
My spirits sink to new depths.
Tia hooks my wrist bracelets to each other so my hands are tied behind my back. She secures a long chain to my collar.
“Come, my prince. They will now lead you to the King’s tent.”
Spirus enters our tent and takes a long, admiring look at me. “The rumors of his beauty are not unfounded. What a prize he will be amongst the men.”
“He is not for the men,” Tia says curtly.
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She glares at him as she places her hand on my back. Spirus pulls at the chain attached to my collar. I am led, stumbling, out of the tent.
“Be gentle with him,” Tia says.
Outside, soldiers and servants pause in their tasks to observe me as I pass. Titters and guffaws ripple among them. Tia follows behind us, giving anyone who would make a jibe at my expense a look that would slay dragons.
We reach the largest, grandest pavilion of them all. It is decked in red and saffron yellow. We enter.
Inside, more than ten naked and semi-naked slaves throng the interior – both men and women. All wear leather collars and wrist bracelets. All are beautiful and nubile. The women wear clamps on their nipples – these in turn are connected to each other by iron chains. Their clits or labia have been pierced by jeweled rings and hoops. Strands of huge black beads trail from the assholes of the male slaves, and the skins of their scrotums have been similarly pierced by iron rings.
They look up as I enter.
A trickle of dread runs down my spine as I view them.
Is this what I am about to become?
King Jai sits upon a luxurious divan, his thighs spread. He is completely naked. His monstrously-sized cock – as thick and long as a ballista – sits upon a velvet pillow. Two female slaves are bent over it, their hips high in the air. They lick the shaft and head, running their tongues across the hard red flesh. A male slave sucks at the King’s right nipple, and two more female slaves play with his long, braided hair.
“Ah,” King Jai says as soon as he sees me, “my fair enemy arrives, as splendid as the sun god himself.”
In the center of the pavilion, several chains and leather slings dangle from the beams supporting the cloth ceiling. Spirus unbinds my hands. He raises my arms and shackles my wrist bracelets to a thick chain overhead. Two other male slaves proceed to lift both my legs. They harness my knees into slings. My thighs are strapped wide apart.
Once again, I do not resist. I do not protest.
By allowing them to do this, I will survive.
I am suspended from the ceiling, hanging from my wrists and knees. My decorated cock points like a swollen finger towards King Jai.
He gets up, the slaves scuttling away to give him space. He strides to me, his massive cock bobbing. Even though I’m deathly afraid, I can appreciate the magnificent lines of his heavily muscled body, gleaming with oil in the yellow lamplight. He is a lion pacing in a den – every inch of him exudes strength, masculinity and invincibility.
If I were a woman, he would make me go weak at my knees.
But he is my enemy, and I am his slave. The thought of him possessing me sends shudders coursing throughout my entire body.
He inspects me all around. I can feel the heat emanating from his flesh.
“Beautiful, beautiful,” he murmurs as he caresses my cock with its embedded wand. He fingers the tip of the wand that appears at the apex of my penile head, shoving it further in so I can’t help but squirm.
“Ah, you like that, don’t you?”
He tinkles the teardrop pendant hanging above my balls, and tugs at my dark pubic hair. He twists my nipples rings, causing me to grimace in pain.
Beside me, I can see Tia shuddering like a filly. I lock eyes with her, pleading with her to keep still lest someone punishes her for it.
Stroking the red marks on my whipped buttocks, King Jai positions himself behind me. I tense as he places the tip of his huge cock at my anal rim. My anus puckers, as though it too is aware of the oncoming assault.
“So tight,” King Jai says, breathing into my neck. He places his hands on my hips.
Without warning, he swiftly penetrates me. He is so huge, the pain is instantaneous and blinding. I feel my asshole being ripped in two as his cock slams into me like a battering ram. I cry out, my entire body struggling to get away from this brutal impalement. I am filled like he has promised – so filled, there is not a fraction of space between my rectal walls and his shaft. Every part of my asshole is maximally stretched.
King Jai’s fingers pinch my ringed nipples as he begins to pound into me. All my bodily sensation is concentrated in my asshole. I can feel every movement of his gargantuan penis as it fills my rectum to the hilt. His massive balls slap against my ass cheeks. His cock is so deep inside me, its tip goes beyond my rectum, up to my inner passages.
I have a sudden dizzying vision of his cock pounding inside me all the way up to my throat.
I am splintered in two, rubbed raw as my tight ass is expanded beyond its limits. King Jai spares my virgin asshole no mercy. His strokes are brutal and rough, eliciting grunts from my mouth. My entire body is clenched to lessen the pain in my asshole. Tears flood my eyes.
The slaves are silent, all bearing witness to my humiliation.
“You will learn to like this, beautiful boy,” King Jai says in my ear.
I don’t know how long he continues to hammer into me, but numbness begins to spread throughout my rectum. I feel as though I’m an inverted nail. I close my eyes, letting the pain ebb into a rhythmic tide. He continues to fuck me and fuck me until I’m lured into a drowsy torpor. Everything around me becomes hazy.
Then he stops inexplicably, his cock still deep inside me.
I open my eyes. My face is slicked with sweat. Tia’s face is pale and her eyes never leave mine.
King Jai says, “Spirus, we will teach him to enjoy pain together with pleasure. We will give him something he is more familiar with.”
“A woman, Your Majesty?”
“Yes.” His cock still warm and hard in me, King Jai points at Tia. “This one. She seems to be overly distressed over the prince’s rape.”
Spirus and two male slaves seize Tia. She gasps.
“No,” I say, but they pay me no heed.
They lift her in the air and spread her legs wide.
“Join her to him,” King Jai orders.
Tia’s watery eyes hold mine. Forgive me, my prince, they seem to say.
Spirus pulls away the sparkling chain that runs down her clit to reveal her gaping vulva. Holding her body in an almost horizontal plane with her legs cruelly splayed, the slaves guide her quivering pussy to my stiff cock.
Spirus seizes my bulging penis head – engorged by the golden ring and pierced by the hollow wand – and inserts it into Tia’s warm and very wet pussy.
Tia moans as I enter her. A feeling of pleasure immediately suffuses my groin.
“Now slide her back and forth,” King Jai commands.
He begins to rut into my asshole again as the slaves slam Tia’s body into me, wielding her like a weapon. Her pussy envelops my cock and squeezes it. I am aware of the spectacle we present – the brute King sodomizing me from behind, and my own cock gliding in and out of the captive Tia’s vagina. The slaves match Tia’s rhythm to King Jai’s, so with each wave, I am crushed on both sides . . . then released, and then rapidly crushed again. The penis wand is hard in my shaft, and the ring only serves to make my head larger, as though it is a striking serpent.
The friction becomes too intense, and despite the fire in my asshole, the waves of glorious pleasure begin to build in my groin. My dizziness intensifies. Our mindless copulation continues. I can hear the moist, sucking sounds of my cock in Tia’s vagina – as though her entire tunnel is a mouth that must swallow me.
Before I know it, I’m crying out and shooting my sperm through the hollow tube of the wand and out into Tia’s rapidly contracting pussy.
With a shout, King Jai comes inside me. His sperm is like a white hot jet that burns my already aching rectum. His liquid trickles out of my anus as his cock begins to deflate inside me. The slaves withdraw the moaning Tia from my still firm cock, held rigid by the penile wand and ring. I can see my cum dripping from the tip of the wand.
Panting slightly, King Jai slides his cock out of my ass.
“Spirus,” he says, “the fair prince is far too tight. See if you can stretch him further before you give hi
m to the men.”
They unbind me and cut my pliant body down. With a smirk, Spirus leads me out of the tent.
At Their Pleasure: Dominated by the Billionaire and the Bad Boy
By Alex Anders
Isabel dropped her carry-on somewhere between first and business class on her way to the back of the plane. She was one of the last stand-by names called on this two-stop flight to Paris. She took little notice of the rugged man who helped her settle into her seat. By his slight accent and disheveled travel attire, she dismissed him as a Frenchman. Something else, she thought, without much more than a furtive smile and quick thank you.
It had been exactly thirty-six days since she graduated from college and twenty-two since she married the artist. No one knew. Not her parents. Not her best friends. Not even Vivi. It was a mercy marriage to keep her latest lover from being deported. No one would ever know and the bureaucratic procedure of residency procurement would come and go, probably within the course of their affair, Isabel reasoned. No harm. No foul. Impetuous, she was not one to ponder consequences. This was just another of her senior year adventures, like her junior year in Brazil; a brief affair with her sociology professor; and, her first lesbian fling with a woman she met on Venice Beach.
Isabel’s new husband was Luca, a member of the Euro trash Thursday club that would frequent Sarno’s, an old Mafia dive where she was part-time student and full-time singing waitress. Tall, muscular, with chiseled features and a long mane of curly brown hair, Luca was every waitress’ overt fantasy man and even more so because his English was horrible. Isabel could care less and although she understood every word he said in Italian, she feigned ignorance for as long as it was opportune. She felt very woman-of-the-world when she met Luca, a previously married Italian five years her senior. Luca had described his marriage as a bright flame that burned out quickly, and Isabel could imagine how it was possible. He had been the first to dominate her and the experience had ignited her passions like no one ever had.
Nicely settled, Isabel ordered a glass of wine, eying the flight attendant with a strange mix of curiosity, wondering if she had sex with the rest of the flight crew and if she would be carded for the drink.