Master Brad donned the camera, filming our first shared Slave experience. Meanwhile, Master Tom, our more cruel Master, set us up for our pain competition, starting with me. I volunteered to be set up first as the older Slave since the process took twenty minutes and was torture to be in by itself.
The predicament went like this. Each slave was bound on his stomach, fully undressed, hog tied with a rope tethering to a large ball gag in our mouth, keeping our necks craned and stressed.
Once Master Tom was satisfied with my bondage, he moved onto Slave Jake. The wait was excruciating, especially since this time did not count for anything. It was free suffering, but that still excited me. I watched with joy as Slave Jake came into position. His muscles strained, his pained moans through his ball gag. His young slender body helpless to abuse was delicious, and I imagined I looked similar. My body more mature and muscular. A slave for each taste.
“Gorgeous!” Master Brad tinkered with the lighting while admiring Master Tom’s work on us.
“Okay roll cameras.” Master Tom directed. Cameras rolled and Master Tom stomped around us in his full leather gear. He wielded a strong crop that he traced around our bodies as he slowly, seductively made his way around us.
“Welcome, Slaves, to your new life. This film is exists for two purposes. To test what you are made of, and to advertise our slaves to any interested men. As such, we are releasing this film for free in its entirety.”
WHACK. On my balls. There was no warning, and no warm up.
“Here’s how this competition will go. Both of our slaves will face three pain challenges, each more difficult than the last. Best of three wins! Winner will headline next month’s Torture Party, this Party will also last a full weekend instead of overnight, so it will be a real treat. The Loser? The Loser will be on cocksucking duty during the party, going around in a hood and sucking cocks all weekend long. No ass fucking. That’s a privilege only a winner gets. Right?”
WHACK. Jake gets it on the face. Brutal. But I guess what we signed up for. Abuse.
“Yesh, Mashter!” Slave Jake spits out with resolve.
“Do I need to hit you again for an answer, Slave?” Master Tom whips my face too.
“YESH, MASHTER!” I bark back.
“Alright then. Best of three, nice and simple. Your first challenge is this. Cum.”
We both pause.
“Normally, Slaves only get to cum when he was pleased his Master and Master feels generous. Today, I’m going to beat you. Both. Nonstop. Whoever can cum first while in pain, nothing stimulating their cocks or their asses, at least not pleasurably, will win.
Master Brad turns on another camera, freehand and comes close to my face, to capture my expressions as I’m beaten.
Master Tom grabs a cattle prod and zaps my ass. I groan and spit. How the fuck am I supposed to cum like this?
Master goes between us and whips our backs and asses and kicks our genitals with his boots. Master brad captures everything from different angles.
I’m getting nowhere. But i turn my eyes to Jake, whose eyes are rolling. Like he’s gooning.
“Looks like we have a frontrunner here. Slave Jake is very hard. I thought this was a more likely win for Slave Sam as he pain slave, but Jakey looks like he knows how to process pain.”
He spanks Jake HARD with his leather gloved hand.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
“Unghh!” Jake is enjoying his pain. I see that now. I dunno why I keep forgetting this lesson, but I don’t need to have my cock stroked or my prostate milked. If I’m enjoying my pain, it’s just another sensation. I can ride pain to orgasm just like pleasure.
Master went up to Slave Jake’s face licking his gagged mouth and smacking him. Hard.
“You fucking good whore. You enjoy getting treated like this, don’t you?” Master Brad films this happening. I’m in the background, watching. Wishing it was me. I want to suffer.
Master Tom spits on Jake’s face and reaches around to punch his balls. Jake groans in pain and shrivels back down.
“Oh. I guess not quite there yet.” Master Tom hits his balls one more time, disappointed.
Master Brad quietly calls his attention to me.
“What have we here?” Master Tom looks at how hard I’ve gotten. I’m dripping. Wishing it was me. Now excited that it’s my turn.
Master Tom works me up similarly. Spanking my ass hard.
“Fuck yeah, boy. Fuck yeah, that’s good and red.”
“Hrt Mh Mashtr!” I scream.
“What was that, Slave?” Master Tom grabs my hair and listens closely.
“Hurt me, Mashhtir!” I choke.
Master Tom grins and licks my face. “God I love this Slave.”
Master Tom tilts me back from my hogtie position and onto my knees. My shoulder and neck are ruined. My balls are clipped with clothes pins and tied down with string to the floor. My ball skin stretched tight. Its a hurt that builds and with it, so does my horniness. He does the same with Slave Jake for equal measure.
“You like this, boy?” He asks.
“More, Mashter. Pleesh. Something awful for the viewers.
Master Tom smiles. Looks at the camera.
“See, folks. Slave Sam wants to put on a show for you. Let’s hurt him.”
Master Tom unfurls a beastly whip. A leather beauty much longer and thicker than I’ve seen yet. He cracks it and the sound alone is frightening. Thunderous, like it should not be used on a human being safely.
But I’m subhuman.
Master almost looks a little concerned himself. This whip appears brand new. I’m clearly it’s first victim. An honor.
SLICE.
It leaves a strong welt immediately on my abs. I shake in my bonds. The pain is intense. My brain tells me to stop this. But I tell myself that It’s for a good purpose.
“Want one, Jakey?” Master Tom asks with a cute attitude.
He struggles to swallow past his gag.
“Yes, Mashter.”
SLICE.
His skin, so soft and young tears. He is cut. He’s okay but clearly needs to pull back.
“Another, Pleash.” I beg.
“How many do you want, Slave Sam?” Master asks while he excitedly rubs his cock through his leathers.
“Until I cum, Master.” I answer. Regretting it. But no turning back now.
“Wow.” Master exclaims. “What a handsome, dutiful Slave, isn’t he folks?”
Let’s see how many it takes.
“Two. Three. Four.” Each one gets both more painful and makes me more horny.
“Fourteen.” My skin finally splits. I bleed. Master stops to check in.
“I can take more Mashter. I’m gunna cum.”
“Fifteen.” I think of all the sadists watching this, getting off. Fantasizing about doing it to me again.
“Sixteen.” I think of these men calling my Masters and shipping me over to satisfy their dark desires.
“Seventeen.” I think of myself at countless events being tortured and gang raped. Helpless and beautiful.
“Eighteen.” I think of the contract I signed, meaning for two years I am going to be abused harder than this both in person and in porn. I chose this and I want to go on for longer.”
“Nineteen.”
“Fuck I’m gonna cum!”
“Twenty.” I fire a hard load. It gets everywhere. Master whips past my load to whip me some more.
“Twenty-one. Twenty-two. “
Then he stops. I am cleaned off and we are both removed from our bondage.
“Well done, Slaves. Sam wins round one. Round two begins now.
“Slaves, you went through physical anguish. This one is mental. You will each remain in your box until you tap out, in total darkness and silence. Your bodies contorted and in further pain. When you cannot take it anymore, you will scream through your gag and we will let you out. Longest to last, will win round two.
We are both locked into boxes. Folded up like old toys into a wooden box each. A weight placed on top to keep us in.
Immediately this is much more challenging. And I’m already in more pain than Slave Jake. There is no sensuality to this torture. It is just inhumane. I feel different than anything I have under my Masters before. I feel…sad.
I have heard this sentiment shared before but i quickly lose track of time. It feels like minutes but also like an eternity. My neck hurts so bad. My abs are on fire. My calves burn being kept in a squat. I decide I should let Jake have this one and quit after what feels like a not embarrassing amount of time. Still proud of what I accomplished.
“MMmmf!”
I am quickly pulled out and I see Slave jake getting fitted with leather restraints.
“Congrats, Slave Sam. You won Round Two.”
What?” I ask. My gag is removed.
Master Tom continues. “You lasted One hour and four minutes. Slave Jake lasted forty-nine minutes. As a result, you automatically win. Your reward is a fucking on camera with both your Masters. You will be in full bondage but you will take both our loads and be made to cum again.”
He gags Jake as he continues. “Jake on the other hand will be suspended upside down and tortured further and in the end be branded as a loser. Quite literally.” They hold up the brand. It’s a long iron rod with a sizable “L” on the center.
Jake panics, clearly distressed.
“No no, boy. I know you’re tired, but not as tired as Sam is. Believe us. And you still lost. You are a marvelous slave, but you will accept your punishment.
“Yes, Mashter.”
I see Jake really scared and I feel bad. I am older and been at this a little longer. He is very good, but it seems he struggles with pain more than me. I speak up. “Master. Can I say something?”
“Of course, Slave.”
“I do not want to come off as unappreciative or coddling, but I would enjoy taking the Loser’s prize, please.”
Everyone is surprised.
“Why would you want that, Slave?”
“I am very proud of my victory, Master and would love to pleasure my Masters. However, as a pain slave, it would be an honor to suffer longer for the viewers and finish the show with my torture. If allowed, I would like to switch the prizes.”
“No, Sam.” Jake takes my hand, touched by the sentiment. “It’s okay. I Losht.”
“I want this, Jake. Take the fucking good for me, okay?” I hug him. I barely know the guy but I feel like he’s my little brother in this perverted little world we signed up for.
“Okay. Let’s get you guys settled.” Master Tom slaps leather restraints on me and a bit gag, his little mercy for my victory. I am suspended upside down and beaten. Whipped. My asshole is electrocuted. All the while I listen as Jake is bound over a bench next to me getting fucked by Master Brad. Master Brad records on a camera he holds POV style. Sounds like they are having fun.
Me on the other hand, for two hours, one hour per Master, I am subjected to many torments.
When Master Brad takes me on, he eats my ass as a mercy. A very welcome one. They are nice guys that do appreciate the work we do. I drool as my ass is loosened by Master’s tongue and then fucked with an extra large dildo. I struggle but I’m no longer as tight as I was when I first became a slave. I am settling in here well.
To finish I am flipped rightside up and Slave Jake, two loads down, is ordered to suck me off while I am branded.
I am scared, but Jake rubs my thigh to comfort and thank me.
SIZZ
The pain is insane. But it’s also an honor. A permanent reminder of what i accomplished here.
“Fuck him.” Master Brad orders Jake. “As a thank you.”
Jake nods and sticks his cock in my ass. His cock is surprisingly long. And I appreciate this sentiment. It’s sweeter than any sex I’ve had as a slave. Never been fucked by someone younger than me. But it was good. We fuck for twenty minutes before I blow my load. Exhausted I take his cock for another five minutes before he busts in me.
Our Masters make out with both of us. Like a congratulations for a job well done.
“Thank you for watching. If you are interested in renting one of our Slaves, send an email to the address on screen.”
We are untied and taken to be bathed before bed. It was a long day after a long weekend. Not sure what will be faced tomorrow, but next weekend, I will be paying some dues for my lousiest slave work yet.
