The rest of the afternoon I was tied to the bed by one wrist. I was able to move a little and when I needed the bathroom, Avyan untied me but I had to return to the bed after I was done, and had cleaned myself.
At one point he said, “You won't always be tied up, Nick, but I will stop tying you up when I feel you are ready. Even after that I might tie you up because I feel like it. But right now when you're in this space, you will be restrained.” He looked at me for a moment. I was sitting on the bed, one wrist attached to the bed frame. I seemed to have a permanent hard-on and I felt both excited and ashamed at the same time. “Remember, you are not to touch yourself unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tonight, just before eight, I want you to put on the shorts that I have left by the door and go to the second floor. The door to suite 202 will be open. This is my private suite. Once you are there, lock the door and go to the middle of the room and kneel after you have removed your shorts. There you will wait. Understand?”
I felt a rush of excitement but also fear. I had no idea what would happen or who these three men were. I knew I had to trust Avyan. There was no other choice that I needed or wanted. I said, “Yes, sir.”
He left the bedroom and closed the door. I tried to imagine what was in store for me. But I was beginning to feel the possibility that he would not put me in any danger. Pain was one thing. Humiliation was something I knew and wanted, part of the package. But danger? He would protect me. That was a thought that made my cock twitch. I wanted so much to stroke it, but I had not been given permission. I had nothing to do but lie there and wait.
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At six, he brought me dinner which I was allowed to eat at a little table in the bedroom. It was very light, just soup and cheese. I would be going downstairs hungry. Once I had finished, he said, “I will be watching you because there is a camera in the suite. This is for your protection and to make sure you follow my rules. It is possible that I may come and join you, but I may not. S doo not expect me. When you are finished, come back up here and return to the bed. Do not under any circumstances cum. Now go and clean up.”
There were a lot of instructions and I was almost afraid I would forget. I spent extra time cleaning myself and showering. My ass still ached and stung, but the pain was lessening. I assumed it would be painful again and I both wanted and didn't want the pain. I came out of the bathroom carrying my butt plug and went to Avyan, who was sitting in the living room. “Please put my butt plug back in, sir.” He smiled at me and slid the plug back in and slapped my ass.
I sat in the bedroom until just before eight. I went to the front door and there was a pair of white shorts sitting on top of my clothes. I put them on. They were loose and reminded me of the shorts that tennis players wore. I liked how they fit and realized I wanted to look sexy. I wanted to please whoever was down there, and more than anything, I wanted to please Avyan.
I walked to the elevator and waited, and got in. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if anyone else got in the elevator and, sure enough, someone did. I stood, embarrassed. I'm sure my face was red. I'm sure this person was wondering what someone was doing in the elevator wearing nothing but shorts. Somewhere in the midst of the shame sat a little bit of excitement.
I got off at the second floor and found suite 202 and opened the door. It had a big main room and was well lit. There were various things on the walls, some of which I recognized, some of which I didn't, but I knew they all had to do with restraining, tying, caging, suspending, binding and other things I couldn't imagine. There were ropes hanging from the ceiling and bars with leather manacles attached to the wall. I knew and I didn't know what to think. It was exciting and terrifying. I pulled off my shorts, and knelt on the floor. I closed my eyes and was afraid and more turned-on than I had ever been. My cock was like steel.
I heard a door open down a hall in the apartment and I looked over to see three guys come into the space. One was about my age but muscular with darker skin, like Avyan's, and he was wearing – I later learned – a pair of leather chaps and nothing else. His hair was shaved and he had a black goatee. The chaps were open at the front and back and his cock was just lying there. It was soft, but I could tell it would be big. The second guy, walking behind him, was a similar build with close cropped blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He had nothing on but a pair of tight leather shorts that bulged at the front and his ass was muscular and beefy. The third guy, as he walked in the room behind the other two was slim and he had nothing on except some leather armbands and the tiniest leather jockstrap that didn't really conceal anything. I could see bits of his cock and balls as he walked. He had red hair and pale skin.
They were silent as they walked toward me, circling me. The first guy said, “I'm Kiaan. I am the master here. This is Lars,” – and he pointed to the blond – “and this is Rory,” and he indicated the redhead. “These are not our real names, but tonight this is who we are. Gentlemen?” He turned to look at the other two. They smiled at him and moved toward me.
I felt a little panic sitting there on my knees but there was something in the air, something that felt transformational. Each one took an arm and they lifted me up and led me to the the two ropes that were hanging from the ceiling. They proceeded to tie my hands to them so my arms were in the air. I felt exposed and even though I was already naked, even more naked.
Kiaan walked over to a table and got something that looked like a multi-headed whip with a handle. There were a whole bunch of leather strips and I realized it was used to flog. He walked over to me and the other two stood on either side of him. He walked in a circle around me, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Finally he said, “You're new to this, aren't you?”
I knew how to answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Avyan is in charge of you, yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
Kiaan was behind me. “Is he right now?”
I didn't know how to answer that one. I hesitated and in a flash I felt the leather slapped across my back. It stung but not as much as I expected. I gasped and said, “I don't know, sir.”
Again the leather made contact with my back. “Think again, you little faggot. Think hard.” There was a pause and he said, “Lars, get me the crop.”
I watched as Lars went to the table and retrieved a black leather crop which he handed to Kiaan. Before I could say a word, I felt the crop lash across my back, then again, and again. My body tried to arch away from it, as the searing pain went through my whole body. I was facing him now. “Try again you pathetic cocksucker.”
I realized what was going on. “You are in charge of me, sir.”
“You are fucking right. While you are in this room tonight, I am your fucking master.”
Again the crop made contact with me, but this time my legs. Then my chest, and then he came closer and slapped my balls a few times with the end, just hard enough to sting. I choked and gasped and tears were forming in my eyes. “Look at me, faggot.”
I looked into his eyes. They were calm and stern. But somehow looking made me relax a little. The pain that had been burning in me lessened and changed and I felt a little flash of pleasure. My cock began to stiffen.
“Look at your pathetic cock. You like this, don't you?”
The crop slashed my ass, then again. He came closer and I felt him take hold of my butt plug and pull it out. Then he slid the head of the crop in between my ass cheeks and pushed it against my hole. I tried to move but the crop lashed out again. “Don't you fucking move. Take it, you little bitch.”
“Yes sir,” I managed to whisper.
I had shut my eyes against the pain and humiliation and the feeling of my cock which was hard. I felt so vulnerable. I heard Kiaan's voice. “Lars?”
I opened them just as the flogger hit my cock and balls. I cried out and my cock pulsed with pain and some kind of pleasure I didn't recognize. And again. He stopped and looked at me, his eyes were cold and almost impossibly light as if they had been bleached. He gave me a sardonic smile. “I think he likes this, Kiaan.”
Kiaan snorted. “He does, the little cocksucker.” The crop made contact with my back again. Kiaan was behind me and I heard his voice say, “Rory?”
I watched as Rory went to the table and his opened a box and pulled out a huge rubber cock. It was a similar size as the one Avyan had stuffed in me. He went to a big plastic jug with a pump and put a bunch of what I assumed was lube on it. He walked over to me. He had green eyes that looked at me as if I was nothing. He got behind me and said, “Are you ready to take this you pathetic cocksucker?”
I was trembling, but I said, “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” And without another word he started pushing. The pain was searing but I recognized it. He pushed and I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pouring down my face. It was so painful, but in that moment I wanted the pain. It was my refuge and my cock got harder and I could feel precum trickling down from the end. I heard Kiaan say, “Look at how much this little scum likes to be fucked. Lars?”
The flog hit my cock, then my balls. The pain was sharp and I felt it in the middle of me but I wanted more. I opened my eyes and met Lars's gaze, almost like a challenge. “Please sir, do it again.”
Lars laughed, his face surprised. “Holy shit, this pathetic loser likes it.” He turned to Kiaan. “Should I give it to him?”
Kiaan slashed me with the crop across the ass, hard. “Yes, but put a little force into it.”
I shut my eyes just as the flog made contact with my balls. I almost blacked out from the deep aching pain that radiated through my body. But it never quite crossed the line into something I didn't want, even though I almost felt sick to my stomach. My cock was the proof, since it stayed hard, it continued to drizzle precum that, as I looked at it, was dripping from the end to the floor. Lars chuckled and stepped forward and collected it on his finger and licked it off.
The dildo was still deep in me and Rory started to rotate it one way, then another, and each time it went deeper. I opened my eyes again and saw that Lars's shorts were bulging with cock. He was hard. He was getting as much out of this as I was. I wanted to get on my knees again and worship it.
Rory, leaving the dildo in me, started to walk around me. His little jockstrap was gone, and he was naked except for an armband. His cock was long and rock hard. I wanted it as much as Lars's. Soon all three of them were walking around me, Lars occasionally flogging my balls, or Kiaan whipped my ass, or my thighs. I could feel my skin stinging and I was sweating. My cock was aching and my balls were almost numb from being lashed so much. The dildo felt like it was drilling through my whole body.
Finally, Kiaan said, “Let's tie him to the table.”
Lars and Rory untied me and my numb arms dropped as if they were lifeless. They pulled me over to what looked like a saw horse, except it had what I assumed places for arms and legs to be belted in. They pushed me down so I was on my belly and my ass was was facing one end and my head was resting on a pad so I was looking the other direction. They strapped my legs in, then my arms and I had to rest my chin on the pad. I realized what my legs rested on forced my legs to spread. My ass – still holding the huge dildo - felt exposed and I shivered.
Kiaan came up to me so his crotch was right in front of my face and his cock – half hard – looked huge from this angle. But it was just out of reach. He looked down at me and said, “This is where you get fucked, cocksucker, but it's also where you get to eat cock. He ran the riding crop over my face, around my chin, then up and over my back. He reached forward and his cock rested on my nose and he snapped the crop hard on my ass a few times. “Are you ready?”
It was hard to talk with my chin resting on the padded shelf, but I managed to say, “Yes, sir. Please give me some cock.” I don't know where those words were coming from but I needed to say them. My cock was aching, squashed under me on the narrow thing I was strapped to.
Kiaan stepped back and said, “Go for it, boys.”
Lars stepped up to me in his little leather shorts that were bulging. He looked hungry. At the same time I felt the dildo being pulled out me. When it was all out I felt cold air hit my hole which must have been gaping. I felt sore and all the muscles in my ass ached.
Before I could dwell on this, Lars slid his shorts down and slapped me in the face with them, one of the studs catching me on the cheek, which stung. His dick was huge and hard and almost seemed to pulse. It was the size of Avyan's but thicker and surrounded my thick blond pubic hair. He had a big ring on it that went through the head and the piss slit.
He smacked me in the face with his cock and few times. I could smell him, could smell his cock radiating testosterone and sex. It made me dizzy. As I opened my mouth to suck him, I felt another cock – Rory's I assumed – slide into me. He had the flogger and lashed my back a few times. The sting of it made me groan and as I groaned, Lars pushed the head and – as I discovered – Prince Albert into my mouth. The metal hit my teeth and his length filled my mouth. He kept pushing and pushing and I could hardly take all the flesh. He pushed right in so the my lips touched where the end of his dick met his body. I felt the ring hit the back of my throat, then he stopped. I couldn't look up and all I could see was the blonde pubic hair in my eyes.
I felt Rory's cock start to move and compared to the dildo, it felt mild, but his thrusts were deep and hard and each time he thrust, he slashed my buttocks with the flogger. Then Lars pulled back slowly, then slid into my face again. And again. They seemed to be matching the movements of their cocks. I had the crazy thought that their cocks would meet in the middle of me somewhere.
I realized that Rory had started to talk in a low voice. Or rather swear. He called me a pussy, a fucking pussy, a dirty pussy, a worthless asshole, a pathetic cocksucker...on and on and I as I took Lars's cock, as I felt the head of it pressing my throat, pressing on my esophagus, the metal ring causing me to almost gag, I felt he has merely telling the truth. I was all those things and more. I was a cocksucker. It's what I was born for. And Lars was proving it. He took hold of my head since I seemed to be used to it and began to fuck my face as Rory lashed me and fucked me.
I lost track of how long the rhythm of their cocks opening me up lasted, but I heard Kiaan's voice somewhere through the haze in my head. “Let's give him a break.”
I heard this, but knew it might mean more of something else. Lars stepped back and his dick slid out of my aching mouth, the Prince Albert knocking my teeth as it went. Rory slapped me with the flogger a few more times then pulled his cock out. Then he slid the handle of the flogger in my hole and thrust it a few times.
I felt dizzy and my cock was aching from the pressure of my body mashing it into the leather of the bench. Kiaan came over and gently undid the straps on my arms and I felt someone release my legs. I was pulled up and pushed to another table that sat in a big plastic trough. I was put onto my back and over the table two ropes hung down. My ankles were put in them and secured so my ass lifted up and my legs were spread to the sides. I realized my ass was right at the edge of the table and Kiaan was there. He pushed his cock, his beautiful thick cock in me and it felt like the thing I had been waiting for. I wanted the cock in charge to be fucking me. If it had been Avyan, I would felt the same way.
Since me head was at the other end of the table, Lars and Rory were able to rub their cocks all over my face. Then I realized why this table sat in a plastic trough because they both began to piss on my face. I heard Kiaan's voice, “Open your mouth you pathetic cocksucker.” I opened my mouth and they pissed in it. It was harsh and warm. The feel of Kiaan's cock pushing into me, then beginning to ram hard, pull back and ram again, was almost too much. I closed my eyes and let the piss rum out of my mouth.
The piss stopped and then when I opened my eyes, my body being pushed back every time Kiaan jammed his cock deeper, Lars and Rory were jerking their dicks right over my mouth. I could see drops of precum forming that I wanted to lick off, but I knew I had to wait. Kiaan fucked harder and harder and I could hear his breathing getting rough. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and walked around and then there were three cocks and they were jerking really fast. They positioned themselves so the head's of their cocks were resting on my lips. I could taste salt and sweat and smell damp skin.
I heard Kiaan's voice say, “Let me know.”
They jerked for a minute or two, then Lars gasped, “Almost there.”
And a few seconds later, Rory said, “Fucking there...”
Kiaan said, “Well, cocksucker, you better be ready to take this, because here it comes.”
And almost as one, their cocks erupted into my mouth, three huge streams of cum shot into my mouth and throat, then three more, and three more. I almost gagged at the quantity. I swallowed and swallowed but there was still more and some of it streamed down my chin and dripped on my chest. My teeth were coated. Some of it shot up onto my nose, onto my lips and Kiaan finally shoved his whole cock in my mouth and I felt the last of his cum pour into my throat. He pulled out and Rory slid in, then Lars. Then they shook their cocks over my mouth and few more drops went in. I gulped the last of the cum down and I raised my head so I could lick the few streams that still oozed out of Kiaan's cock.
They stepped back, almost as one and Kiaan, said, “I think the cocksucker has proved himself.” He looked down at me and slapped my face playfully. He leaned down and kissed me very tenderly, despite kissing all that cum. Then Lars did the same, with some tongue, then Rory. It felt like a benediction.
Then I heard a voice. “Nicely done, boys. Now I get to fuck him.”
I raised my head and saw Avyan standing totally nude. His cock was impossibly big and he walked over and grabbed my legs and stuffed his cock in me. He adjusted his grip, then started to fuck me so fast and so hard, I could hardly understand it. His eyes were locked onto me and he had a little half-smile. A few times, Kiaan smacked my legs with the crop as if to keep up the tension.
Avyan was sweating and he was breathing deeply, but fast and his eyes squeezed shut and he gave a loud groan that filled the room and with a few more deep fucks he pulled his cock out of my ass and walked quickly over to me and just as his cock started to erupt, a big dollop of cum pouring out, he stuffed his cock in my mouth. It left a big pool on my lips, but the rest went straight into my throat, followed by more and more. I almost gagged and the pressure of his body, his pubic hair, his balls resting on the side of my face, all made me more dizzy.
When his cock stopped spewing into my throat, he pulled out and slapped his cock on my face a few times. I felt like I was full of cum, four loads, more cum than I had ever imagined. But as I lay there, abject and humiliated and really fucking happy, I knew I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted Avyan to fuck my face every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to take all the cum he felt I needed. I found myself saying, “Thank you sir. Thank you for the cum. Thank you for using my worthless mouth. I will continue to try to be the best cocksucker I can be.”
Avyan looked at me a moment. He seemed almost touched. I had almost expected him to laugh, but he didn't. He took me seriously. “You did well. My friends enjoyed taking you and showing how good a cocksucker you are. And your ass as well. You are only good to take cock. That's all. Especially my cock.”
I managed to say, “Yes, sir.”
Avyan turned to the others and said, “Untie him.”
Lars and Rory came over and carefully – almost gently – untied me. My legs were numb and cramping at the same time. Avyan pulled me off the table and I stood, unsteadily, looking around as if I had forgotten where I was. Kiaan came and handed us black robes. He tousled my hair and said, “Good cocksucker.”
I felt proud, especially because Avyan heard it as well. Lars and Rory both kissed me quite affectionately then Avyan led me from the apartment. I had no idea what time it was. It could have been an hour or three days since I had come down. The building was quiet and we didn't meet anyone on the way up. When we got in the apartment, I stepped out of the robe. My body was sticky, aching, sweaty, and my asshole was on fire, my jaw was sore and all I was aware of was the taste of cum. I felt at peace.
He led me to the bathroom and ran a bath while I sat on the toilet, my mind blank. When it was full he put some nice smelling bath salt in and the room smelled like I felt: at ease. He helped me into the bath and, stepping out of his robe, joined me. It was a big tub and he was able to sit behind me and he ran a soapy sponge over my body, paying extra attention to my asshole which stung when the soap touched it. He slid some fingers in me gently, slowly fucking me with his hand and it felt like a gift. He turned me around and pulled me so I was sitting in his lap. He pressed his cock – hard as steel again – into my hole and I pushed myself down. It hurt from all the cocks that had been in it, from the dildos and now, with Avyan's massive tool in me, it felt like the culmination.
In the hot water, he fucked me slowly and he allowed me to jack my cock and the gentle rhythm of his cock massaging me, the warm, intense look he gave me the whole time, brought me to an incredible explosion that started in my balls and radiating from my asshole to my cock to the rest of my body and I poured cum all over my hand, and it ran onto Avyan's stomach and I could hardly breath it felt so amazing.
Avyan pulled me from the bath, his dick still deep in me and put me on the floor of the bathroom and he began to assert his power over me all over again. He fucked me hard and deep for what seemed like another age and it hurt and it was too intense and I never wanted him to stop. Finally he groaned as he fucked, and I could feel his body empty into mine. His filled me up so I was no longer just empty. I was his.
He slid out of my aching asshole and fed me his cock to clean it off. It tasted like heaven.
He got up and disappeared and came back with my butt plug which he inserted. The brief pain and then the safe feeling of it, sealing his cum in me, felt like the logical conclusion.
He led me to bed and he didn't tie me this time. He said, “I think you can be trusted to know that when you are here, you are mine. Your life is mine.”
“Yes sir. I am yours.”
He pulled me into bed and held me from behind, tucking that marvellous cock in the crack of my ass and I was asleep almost right away.
