Towel Service: Load #2
Nude, on my knees, hands restrained behind my back, I’m sucking the 9” black cock of Jamal, the random hotel worker who has delivered towels to our suite.
I lunged toward his cock, but my masters weren’t making it easy. My balls were restrained so leaning forward pulled them back toward my wrists behind me. Jamal must’ve understood this because he seemed to be taunting me by standing with his cock just inches from my mouth. Every time I leaned forward to reach his cock my balls were pulled painfully backward. I had a decision to make: endure the pain and be rewarded with his cock, or tease him with my tongue as best I could and coax him to move closer. I tried the latter, hoping he’d respond and move in my direction.
Sir and Lt. were amused by my predicament. Maybe that was their plan all along.
“C’mon boy, that all you got?” Jamal complained. Then looking at Sir, he added, “I’m outta here…this bitch doesn’t know how to suck cock”, and he started to pull away
I’ve never lost a challenge and I wasn’t about to start now. Even though Jamal was starting to move away, as painful as it was, I lunged forward, grabbed his cock in my mouth and forcefully pulled him to me by his cock. Once close, I swallowed him whole, making sure I deep throated him with more gusto than I’d ever deep throated anyone. Gagging, coughing and with saliva and snot filling my mouth, I bobbed up and down his cock like my life depended on it. Hell, maybe it did.
“That’s a good bitch”, Jamal moaned. “I knew you had it in you.”
I was now 1000% focused on bringing Jamal to an epic orgasm. Like I said, I was a winner. The rules of the game I was playing now were different than anything before, but when I play, I win.
Unsurprisingly, Jamal really got into it and played cat and mouse with my mouth. He loved it when I focussed exclusively on his balls, then he'd jam his cock down my throat. "Lick it boy", he ordered, so I'd start at the base and lick him to his mushroom head. Then I'd tongue his slit, making him moan, and he'd reward me by deep throating me even harder. "Look at me when you suck me, bitch!" he ordered as I shamelessly devoured his cock. After that I never lost eye contact, and his penetrating gaze clearly communicated he was there for one reason...to have me worship his cock, and I better do a good job.
After the cat and mouse game, he began to thrust his hips harder and harder into my mouth with his hands holding my head motionless while driving his cock down my windpipe. More than once I thought I’d black out, but he had a sixth sense about when to let me come up for air.
Was it sexually pleasurable for me? Hell yeah, but it was the degradation and punishment that really got me off. I wasn’t even approaching my limit when Jamal stiffened, shouted “OPEN UP BITCH, I’M CUMMING”, and shot ropes down my aching throat, across my hungry tongue, and all over my willing face.
Jamal slowly pulled out and, after carefully cleaning his sensitive cock with my tongue, all I could do was lower my face and watch the cum drip down to the floor. Somewhat gently, Jamal tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted my face back up so he could look down on me. He had a sweet smile on his face and he used his still stiff cock to smear my face with the streams of cum he’d left behind.
“What a sweet mouth”, he smiled. Then looking in their direction, he added, “Sam, Rob, you found a good one here. I hope I get another shot at the boy before he leaves.”
Oddly, they said nothing, and I wasn’t even sure where in the room they were.
As Jamal quietly dressed, I had a moment to reflect. The eroticism of deep throating a stranger’s cock while restrained exceeded every fantasy I’d ever had about it. I wanted him to explode down my throat, in my mouth, all over my face, but, more importantly, I wanted him to humiliate me in front of my captors. I wanted Sir and Lt. to watch me struggle and be proud of how I took it. I began to wonder whether this was the early signs of the notorious Stockholm Syndrome, the condition in which a captive develops an emotional attachment toward their captors.
Was I? Twenty-four hours ago I was a respected CEO and athlete. Now I’m a faggot, tied up and forced to suck a stranger’s cock. But I was having no second thoughts; I loved every second of it.
My life brought me to this moment and I was winning.
Sir and Lt. never actually responded to Jamal’s compliment, and having regained his wits, Jamal laughed, “I gotta go, I’ve been up here delivering towels for nearly an hour.”
Meanwhile, I remained motionless….kneeling, wrists behind my back with my cock tied to the ceiling and my balls tied and stretched behind my back, and my face vacantly staring at the floor, waiting for my next orders. Damn, being a sub was easy. Just wait to be told what to do…and do it.
“Nicely done, boy”, Sir remarked.
“Fuck yeah”, added Lt., who was clearly sporting a woodie after watching the action. “I’d let you do me now, but we have other plans for you.”
Sir walked to the other side of the room and picked something up I couldn’t see. He stepped behind me and said, “Stick out your ass”. I fully expected him to slap my ass or insert a toy into my hole, but all I felt was something slide down my left ass cheek with the unmistakable smell of an old school magic marker.
“We’re keeping track of your loads. Number 1 was my load in the car”, and I felt the marker slide down my glute, “and this was #2, with lots more to come.”
This was getting more and more surreal. I’d leave here with a hashmark on my ass for every load I’d swallowed or taken up the ass. Complete degradation, and so far it was exhilarating. How many hash marks would I earn in 48 hours?
I didn’t have much time to contemplate the answer to that question as Lt. began to release me from my bondage. He unbuckled my arms, untied my cock and balls and helped me up. Although I hadn’t been uncomfortable (admittedly, I’d been distracted), it felt great to stand and stretch. But he added one thing…cupping the tip of my cock with his palm, he added, “The glans ring stays on.”
"You’ve done well so far, Thomas”, Sir announced. “So well in fact, we’ve decided to take you to dinner with us.”
I didn’t know whether to be pleased or scared, thinking I might be in for another surprise, but either way I was relieved. I was expecting to be confined in this suite for 48 hours.
“And we have something for you to wear. But first, I want you to shower and use the douche that’s attached to the showerhead. I want you clean inside and out when we get back for our first night together. And make sure you don’t scrub off the hashmarks on your ass. I want an accurate count of what a slut you are when we’re finished with you.”
I smiled and did as I was told, taking extra caution to make sure my bowels were empty and the hashmark was intact. After showering, I dried myself off and walked back into the sitting room wearing my towel. Sir immediately pulled it off me saying, “You’re nude the entire time you’re here, unless we say so.”
“Yes Sir”, I replied. “My apologies…I forgot.”
“We laid some clothes out on the bed you’ll wear to dinner tonight, but before you put them on, come over here and stand in front of me”, Lt. motioned to me. He had apparently gathered more toys and held them in his lap.
I stood in front of him, my cock only slightly softened from before. Whatever he was going to do to me required lube because he squirted some in his hands and massaged my cock and balls with lube. I moaned wondering if he was beginning another edging session. I began to stiffen up again and, to my surprise, he picked up a bag of ice he had stashed off to the side and applied it to my groin.
“Fuck” I yelped, but it had the desired effect. My cock quickly shrunk to the smallest and softest it had been since arriving in Dallas. Once fully deflated, he moved quickly and slid a thick chrome cock ring around the base of my lubed cock and under my balls. It was critical to get it on while my dick was soft as it was so tight around the base there’d be no way to get it on when I was hard. And it was especially wide so it conspicuously propped up my junk. Then he took something else from his lap and reached back to my crotch. He pulled my balls down and away from my hardening cock and pulled a rubber ball stretcher over my sack pulling my balls away from my cock and the cock ring. He leaned back to assess his handiwork, and appeared satisfied that everything was intact.
Throughout the process my stiffening cock was inches from Lt.’s face. All I wanted was for him to open his mouth and swallow me, but we both knew I’d cum instantaneously and that would end the weekend. Everything about this experience was exquisite torture.
Although my cock and balls were now encased in an extremely tight cock ring and ball stretcher, it felt confining, but natural. It was a physical reminder of my submission, but the opposite of a cock cage which prevents you from getting hard. The cock ring and ball stretcher kept me hard and showcased my manhood, heightening the eroticism of the entire experience. What a slut I’d become in just a few short hours.
Once the ball stretcher was in place, Lt. told me to turn around and face away from him. I heard the now familiar sound of the lube bottle followed by his middle fingers gently massaging my hole. Again, he was careful not to be overly rough, which I genuinely appreciated. After a few minutes of penetrating me with his lubed fingers, he slowly inserted the tip of the bottle into my hole and squeezed in a fair amount of lube. My imagination went into overdrive about what may be coming next and I forced myself to turn off my brain and surrender myself to him.
Finally I felt something cold and hard press into my hole. It felt like some sort of chrome butt plug. While Lt. was working on me from the rear, Sir walked up to me, took me by the shoulders and put his face inches from mine. Almost tenderly he said “Take a couple deep breaths Thomas, you’ll get used to it; it will become your new best friend.” It was almost as if, in addition to being my captor, he was my protector. Lt. inserted it slowly, pushing slightly deeper each time he pushed it in. When I got to the point where it didn’t feel like my hole could stretch any further, he added more lube and picked up where he left off. “Push hard like you’re taking a dump”, he coached me. It had become clear now that it was some sort of butt plug and I just needed to get it past its widest part; once it found its new home it would nest there nicely.
He pushed two more times and it finally popped in. Damn it felt good. It was a heavy metal plug that filled my rectum with an indescribable heaviness. Sir reached around me to grab the base that was protruding from my hole. It wasn’t rigid like the plug and he wiggled it, “See Thomas, its designed to let you sit down comfortably while we watch it fuck you at dinner tonight.” Pointing to a chair, he added, “Try it.”
I walked over to the chair trying not to let the hardware between my legs and the plug up my ass affect my gate. When I finally sat down, I realized he was right; not only was it comfortable to sit, but in that position it filled me deeper and massaged my prostate. I tried not to act too happy but couldn’t help myself and let out a satisfied groan.
“How does that feel?” Sir asked.
“Actually, pretty good, Sir,” I sighed.
"How good?” Lt. added.
“Really fucking good, Sirs”, I said with a slight smile.
“Then you’re gonna love this”, Lt. said with a smirk as he pushed something that looked like a remote control.
I immediately felt a brief but intense electric vibration in my hole. It didn’t last long, but damn, did I feel it. I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or torture, but it was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“Fuck”, I whispered.
“More?” Lt. asked.
Before I could answer, he pressed it again, this time longer and with more power, so I got a real sense for the toy’s unique purpose. It was a vibrator with an electrical charge that seemed to target my prostate. Lt. pulsed it on and off a few times and I became so aroused I could barely speak. I looked down at my exposed cock and just those few zaps caused my cock to drip pre-cum. As incredible a feeling as it was, I didn’t know how I could endure it for long.
“You like our little toy?” Lt. asked mischievously before zapping it again, this time at an intensity so high my legs would’ve buckled had I been standing.
All I could do was breathe deeply and answer, “Yes, Lt.”
“Good, now head into the bedroom…we laid some clothes out on the bed you’ll wear to dinner tonight”.
I walked into the bedroom/dungeon and found a pair of white jean-like pants, a tank top and a pair of trendy white sneakers laid out for me. I got dressed and looked in the mirror and was simultaneously horrified and turned on. Since I’m really built, the tank top was way too tight, even for working out. The pants were intentionally snug and obscenely showcased my junk which was being pushed out by the hardware between my legs, not to mention my erection from the electricity in my hole. I couldn’t believe I’d be in public dressed like this. I was nearly indecent; I looked like a 40-something rent boy trolling for a trick.
I joined them back in the sitting room and I was met with catcalls…”Look at the slut daddy”, “Hey sexy, looking for a trick?” and “That’s a daddy I want to ride”.
With the last remark, I got electronically zapped sending near orgasmic sensations throughout my body. It was so intense my knees buckled and I grabbed the door jamb so I didn’t fall down. I genuinely didn’t know how I’d endure the evening. “Arghhhh…” came out of my mouth unintentionally.
Sir and Lt. were dressed in more respectable clothes, leaving me even more conspicuous. We walked to a nearby restaurant they seemed familiar with which was, fortunately, a gay-friendly part of town so while I looked like a rent boy, I also attracted some lewd attention. In my normal life this would’ve been a nightmare of epic proportions; in this life I actually enjoyed it.
When we arrived the host, who knew both Sir and Lt., seated us and I couldn’t help but notice the expression on his face when he saw me. He gave me an obvious once-over and had to suppress a smile. Once he pulled himself together, he made a point of telling them that Antonio was pleased we were here tonight and looked forwards to serving us.
We weren’t seated long when our server, apparently Antonio, stepped over. He was tall, slender yet muscled, seemingly Italian with beautiful olive skin, shiny, curly black hair, and stunningly beautiful. His jaw line and cheekbones were chiseled out of granite. It begged the question, how was he a waiter in Dallas rather than a movie star, or at least a porn star? He wore a very tight white shirt buttoned about halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled up revealing delightfully hairy arms, and tight black waiter’s pants. He greeted Sir and Lt. with familiarity and warmth that spoke to a long-time relationship. After trading polite greetings, Antonio leaned into Sir and they carried on a short, private conversation. When they concluded, Antonio turned to me to shake my hand and said, “You must be Thomas. Welcome to our restaurant Thomas. I will do my best to show you a memorable evening.” Under any other circumstances, this greeting would’ve been appropriate and routine. But tonight it seemed almost ominous.
Knowing you never shake another man’s hand while seated, I pushed back my chair to stand and take his hand, and as I did, the electronic butt plug vibrated violently in my hole, sending shock waves through my rectum and throughout my body. I gasped, my knees buckled and I collapsed into my chair.
“Are you all right?” Antonio asked, alarmed and walking around the table to where I sat.
“Yes, I’m sorry” I apologized. “I must’ve…pulled…a…muscle or something” I trailed off thinking ‘Damn, what a lame excuse.’
Antonio looked at Sir and Lt. for direction and they remained unfazed, almost amused. Antonio looked puzzled, and then seemed to get the slightest smirk on his face. I could only wonder what he suspected.
When Antonio took our drink order, I was surprised Sir ordered one for all three of us. He didn’t deny me, the sub, the pleasures of a cocktail (for which I was eternally grateful).
The drinks came quickly and it did wonders to relax me. When Antonio returned to take our order he asked if we were enjoying our cocktails. Looking directly at me, I opened my mouth to answer him and….zap….like before I felt vibrating electricity course through my body. All I could say this time was, “Arghhh…”, and I think my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Again alarmed, he looked this time at Sir and asked, “Is your friend all right?”
Sir motioned for Antonio to lean down and he whispered something Lt. and I couldn’t hear. Antonio did his best not to react, but I was certain Sir told him what was what. When he stood back up he looked at me knowingly and had a small smile on his lips.
Sir and Lt. ordered their entrees and ordered me a Caesar salad. Sir had warned me my main source of sustenance over these two days would be their cum so I was pleased I’d at least get a salad for dinner.
We had a leisurely dinner with Sir and Lt. prodding me with what awaited me back at the hotel. Their descriptions were so graphic my cock hardened again and left a noticeable wet spot on my tight white pants. About halfway through our dinner, Sir engaged in a text conversation with someone. It was almost as if he was summoning Antonio because shortly after the text exchange he came over to our table and asked if he could join us on his break. Sir and Lt. warmly welcomed him, but his attention was exclusively on me. By this point, he knew who I was (and presumably what was in my rectum) as he peppered me with questions, each more suggestive than the last, with my response to each being just a groan as Lt. zapped me every time I tried to answer.
“So….do you have a boyfriend, Thomas?
“….groan…”
Stroking my arm, “You’re in remarkable physical condition, what’s your workout regime?”
“….arghhh…”
Gesturing to Sir and Lt., “What exactly are your plans with my friends here tonight?”
“….mmmm…”
Each garbled answer was met by a knowing smile, and he finished, “Well, I can see you’re.....occupied. I’ll leave you with these two handsome gentlemen and hopefully I’ll get to see you before you leave Dallas.” As he left the table and said his goodbyes, I could see Sir handing him something as they shook hands that looked like a credit card…or could it have been a room key?
His last comment, about seeing me before I left Dallas, spoke volumes. Was I about to be “shared” again? If it were with Antonio, I could only hope.
As the three of us walked the short distance back to the hotel, Sir and Lt. said very little. The discussion at dinner was animated, and it was almost as if something was preoccupying them.
About halfway there, Sir broke the silence, “Thomas, tonight we start your training in earnest. You will be bound, used, edged…..and fucked hard. It will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You need to be ready. Physically, of course, but mentally as well. Do you feel adequately prepared?”
“I don’t know what I don’t know sir”, was all I could think to say. “All I know is that everything I’ve experienced so far has met, even exceeded my expectations. So far, so good”.
“That’s good to hear”, Sir responded. “Jamal gave you a good face fucking, and Lt. and I thoroughly enjoyed the little show you put on for Antonio at the restaurant”, he finished with a smile.
“But now we’re getting serious. You better be ready.”
With that, we turned the corner and entered the hotel.
