The day after an ass destruction are always blissful. For me, I feel like I’m walking on air, light in my loafers, if you will. My hole was humming first thing in the morning. Maybe because it was full of my Sir’s jizz. I think he fucked and fed my faggot ass half a dozen times in the past 48 hours. I was ever so enthusiastic to swallow my Sir’s morning piss, and even my Sir’s resting stern face was smiling at the break of daylight.
I made us breakfast and we went through our morning routine. I never tire of seeing my Sir in his black boxer briefs at the kitchen table while he eats breakfast, sips his coffee, and reads the paper. I know I am the luckiest faggot on this side of the country that this is my view every single morning.
“Faggot, why are you so happy this morning? You haven’t stopped smiling since you drank my piss.”
“I’m just so thankful to be your faggot, Sir. I am truly honored that I get to serve you. It brings me so much joy.”
“Awww, that’s sweet faggot. Come on, we better get going or I’m gonna be late. I have to consult on a new project. This could lead to a promotion for me if it all goes right.”
“That’s fantastic, Sir!”
“Well, you keep Eddie and especially Mr. Coleman happy and I know I have a good shot at it.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I was going to ask Sir Jace if he was going to plug me today, but I think my hole needed a rest, so I decided against it.
My Sir must have been reading my mind because as we were driving he looked at me in the rear view mirror.
“I can see you thinking back there, faggot. No, you’re not getting plugged today. I think your hole needs a plug break, but not too long because my cock is gonna need to unload one way or another. You know what happens when I get backed up.”
“Yes Sir. I do. Thank you for letting my hole take a break today, Sir.”
“Oh no, it’s not getting a break today. I just said you’re not getting the plug. I never said you weren’t getting some of this dick.”
“Yes Sir, thank you for clarifying, Sir.”
Sir Jace dropped me off in front of the office like I was a child getting dropped off for a school day.
“Be a good faggot today! Make me proud!”
“Yes Sir!”
My Sir still says this every morning even though I have tried to tell him I don’t rally need the reminder. He says repetition is good for a faggot and it was his right to remind me to make him proud anytime he felt like it. I couldn’t argue so I dropped the subject.
I walked by Mr. Eddie’s office.
“Hey, good morning, faggot. Is Jace on his way to scope out that new project?”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
“Good, good. Hey, no cum stains this morning? I guess you’re not plugged today?”
“No, Mr. Eddie. I’m not plugged today.”
“Damn, that sure was fun seeing you squirm all day long, and to your credit, you did manage to do all your work. That’s amazing.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
“Well, not that I want to brag, but I went home yesterday and fucked four loads into my faggot. It couldn’t even walk or sit after I was done with it. I had no idea my balls were that backed up. It always feels great after fucking and filling a faggot.”
“I’m happy for you, Mr. Eddie. I’m sure your faggot appreciated it.”
“Oh, it did. That faggot was on its hands and knees thanking me for ruining its fuck hole. It was pathetic really, but that’s what you faggots do. With my faggot, it seems the worse I treat it. The more grateful it is.”
“I had no idea faggot Jimmy was so submissive, Mr. Eddie. I guess we are a lot alike.”
“That reminds me, faggot, I need to ask Jace when we’re gonna whip you both at the Club. Now that my faggot has healed, it’s time to get that on the calendar.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
“I’d love to sit here and hear all the details about how Jace fucked you silly yesterday, but I have to meet Jace and the guys at that new project site. I’m sure you’ll be fine here. Mr. Coleman is in a meeting, but you can go to him if you need anything while I am out.”
“Yes, thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
I was working in my office quietly when there was a knock at my door. It was that old geezer. Mr. Coleman.
“Hello, Mr. Coleman. Do you need something?”
“In fact I do, faggot. Since we’re alone here I thought it might be an opportune time for you to service me. That is if you have the time.”
I knew my Sir would want me to do this without hesitation.
“Yes, Mr. Coleman, I always have the time for you.”
“Well, since we are alone for the next couple of hours, I’m wondering if we can do something different today.”
“What would you like to do, Mr. Coleman?”
“Well, while I do enjoy your mouth on my dick, I was hoping to get a sample of that ass, too?”
“Mr. Coleman, are you saying you want to fuck me?”
“Yes, exactly. I’d love to get a taste first before I put my cock in you.”
“Ok, Mr. Coleman. Where would you like to do this?”
“Well, I was thinking right here. We could close your door in case anyone comes in. My desk is a mess and you keep yours so clean.”
“So you’d like to fuck me on my desk then, Mr. Coleman?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind, I can sit in your chair and you could climb onto your desk and show me that ass that I’ve been wanting to taste for months.”
“Certainly, Mr. Coleman.”
Mr. Coleman closed my office door and I began to strip down to my pink jock. Mr. Coleman sat in my desk chair and I got on all fours with my ass pointing right at him.
“Oh that’s lovely. What a beautiful ass you have there.”
Mr. Coleman’s calloused hands rubbed all over my ass cheeks. Then he gave it a few light smacks.
“Ohhh wow, look at that ass jiggle for me. Can I smack it a little harder?”
“Sure, Mr. Coleman. You can smack it as hard as you like.”
I think Mr. Coleman may have been afraid that he was going to hurt me because he didn’t really hit me much harder, but he sure liked seeing it turn pink and jiggle more for him.
Then I felt Mr. Coleman spread my globes and he rolled the chair closer. His head directed right to my crack and his wet tongue circled around my ring.
“Ohhh that’s so nice, faggot. Jace is such a lucky man to have an ass like this available to him 24/7. I could eat your hole all day if I could.”
Mr. Coleman had never been this lewd before with me, but I suppose when your balls are full and your wife doesn’t put out, you get this way. I was a vessel for his sexual needs, and that was ok because he was paying my Sir for the privilege.
Mr. Coleman munched out on my hole for almost twenty full minutes. He was very skilled. I wondered if he’d had years of practice going down on his wife before she dried up. This wasn’t his first rodeo eating pussy, and I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I relaxed and let Mr. Coleman enjoy it.
“I think I’m ready to fuck you now, faggot. You got my dick so hard I don’t know if I’m gonna last too long.”
I heard Mr. Coleman undoing his belt and zipper. I turned around and saw his pants around his ankles, his erection poking through his boxer shorts. It looked angry and veiny.
Mr. Coleman pushed my hips a bit lower to line up with his dick and I pushed back on it and swallowed it down to its base, feeling the cotton fabric of those boxers on my ass.
I squeezed down and rode Mr. Coleman’s cock and it was nice and thick, it felt so nice inside me.
“Ohhh wow, your ass looks so incredible riding my cock, faggot. Don’t stop!”
I didn’t. I was enjoying the daddy dick, too, and after about ten minutes, my door burst open!
I was shocked to see both my Sir and Mr. Eddie standing in my doorway.
“No need to stop on our account. You mind if we watch?, Mr. Eddie said. “It’s not like we haven’t seen this faggot in action before.”
“Suit yourselves. I’m bout to bust my nut anyway. This faggot’s hole is too much!”
My Sir pulled his cock out of his jeans and put it in my face. I latched onto it, sucking on it like a pacifier. Sir then reached to tweak my nipples which caused me to rock back and squeeze down on Mr. Coleman’s cock. I heard Mr. Coleman’s breathing intensify. He wasn’t a groaner, but I could tell you I felt his cock twitching wildly inside my rectum and a torrent of cum was in me.
Mr. Coleman quietly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left the scene. Maybe a little embarrassed of being caught in the act.
“Eddie, if you wanna fuck my faggot, go right ahead. I’ll go after you.”
“Don’t mind if I do!”
I continued sucking on my Sir’s cock while Mr. Eddie stroked his cock hard. With a hole already full of spunk, Mr. Eddie didn’t need much lube to get his eleven inches buried into my hole.
“Jace, your faggot’s hole is very wet and very open. What did you do it yesterday?”
“Hehe, I fisted it and jerked off on its ass. So yeah, it probably is gaping today.”
“That’s hot, Jace. Your faggot does have a sweet hole. I’m loving the way it feels on my cock right now. Man, this is good!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying my faggot’s hole, Eddie. Its mouth ain’t so bad either. Look how I can get my entire cock swallowed!”
I had almost twenty inches of dick in my holes and it was truly wonderful. So much for not fucking at work, right? This was becoming part of my day job and I wasn’t complaining.
“Hey Jace, why don’t we really open this hole up. You wanna share it?”
“Hell yeah, Eddie! I was fucking it with my cock and a plug yesterday so I know it can handle us at the same time. Can’t you faggot?”
“Mmmmm hmmmm”, I mumbled over my Sir’s cock.
“Eddie, you want top or bottom?”
“I’ll take top, I’ll let your faggot ride you and then I’ll go in.”
“Ok, maybe we can switch after a while so we both get to top at some point, Eddie?”
“Deal!”
I climbed off the desk so my Sir could lie on his back, his legs on the floor, spread apart so Mr. Eddie could stand between them.
I mounted my Sir’s cock and bent down to kiss him, then I felt Mr. Eddie’s cock wedge inside, too.
My Sir bear hugged me to keep me in optimal position for Mr. Eddie to deep stroke me. It was so hot using Mr. Coleman’s cum as lube. I was so full of dick it was amazing! I was groaning like a bitch over my Sir’s tongue. Mr. Eddie’s cock was so long it found my second ring and I was almost creaming in my jock as his cock poked through me.
After 15 minutes or so, my Sir said, “let’s switch, Eddie!”
I had to dismount and this time we did it with my back on Mr. Eddie’s chest, he pulled my legs back with his hands. Sir Jace grabbed my neck as he penetrated through.
“You should see your face, faggot! You look so desperate for our dicks, so needy. Don’t you worry, we got your dicks right here.”
My Sir was determined to give my hole a good ride, our eyes locked and I nodded my head up and down to let him know just how good it was for me. I couldn’t even speak!
My Sir and Mr. Eddie held my legs back and spread me open and somehow they were now both plunging into me at the same time. The combination of Mr. Eddie’s upward thrusting and my Sir’s pounding made me assgasm and I creamed right into my jock.
“Ohhh fuck, looks like you creamed in your panties, faggot! You love all this dick in your pussy, don’t you!”
“uhhh high, Sir!”
My Sir really started to rail into me now, his face scrunched, eyes closed, he spewed his ball juice inside, covering Mr. Eddie’s still rigid cock. My Sir held his cock inside until Mr. Eddie exploded inside me too. When my Sir pulled out, I felt a warm gush run down my taint.
Then I dismounted Mr. Eddie.
I didn’t need to be asked to clean both of their cocks off and I hungrily took in that faggot fuel.
“I don’t think you need a lunch break today, faggot. Looks like you had plenty to eat right here. Don’t you think, Eddie?”
“Yeah buddy, I agree. Why don’t we go grab lunch and then we can nail down a date to take our faggots to the woodshed. When’s the last time you whipped your faggot, Jace?”
“It’s been a minute, Eddie. Other than an occasional caning here and there, I haven’t taken a whip to it.”
This was the conversation they were having as they dressed to go out to lunch, as if I wasn’t even there!
“Well then, Jace, your faggot is long overdue. Didn’t the Masters at that faggot training camp tell you that maintenance whippings are a good way to keep your faggot in line?”
“Yes, they did, Eddie. I guess I got sidetracked when I had that fairy around my house. Let’s see if the club has a couple of hours open in the room with the glass. It would be fun to hang them both from the rafters with an audience.”
“I think so, too.”
Before they left, Sir Jace said, “meet me outside at 5 on the dot, faggot. Don’t make me wait!”
“Yes Sir!”
They carried on the conversation as they left me there alone in my office without even saying good-bye or thank you. I suppose I’d served my purpose and was no longer needed or considered. I’ve grown accustomed to Alpha men ignoring me. I understand where I fall in the pecking order of humankind, and Alphas would say as a species, faggots are subhuman. I could see why they would feel that way.
By the end of the work day, the back of my khaki work pants were noticeably stained from a continuous dripping of the three loads of cum. Since my hole had been so stretched open, I couldn’t control the muscles in my sphincter to keep it all inside. It was sticky and gooey.
It was 5pm Mr. Eddie and Mr. Coleman were wrapping up, but they lingered until almost 5:20. I was too mortified by the huge stain in my pants to leave until after left. It was embarrassing.
Sir Jace was leaning against his truck with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Faggot, it’s way after five. I thought I told you to be outside at 5pm and not to be late, and you said “yes sir!” Why you making me wait for you?”
“Sir, I have a situation, and I wanted to be sure nobody was around to see me.”
“What is this situation, faggot?”
I turned around to show my Sir the massive wet spot that had formed on my pants.
“Wait a minute. Am I hearing you right? You thought that it was alright to make me wait out here for you because of that? That doesn’t even make sense, faggot! Where are your priorities?”
“Sir, I ummm, I just thought ummm…”
“Shut your mouth, faggot! I don’t want to hear it! Maybe Eddie is right. Maybe I do need to whip your ass to keep your head on straight. This is the third time in four days where you didn’t put me first. I don’t like this at all, faggot!”
I didn’t say anything because I knew if I did, I’d likely get my face slapped or something even worse.
“Well, I’m not letting you sit in my truck like that! Take off your shirt, faggot!”
I unbuttoned my shirt and was now naked from the waist up.
“You can sit on that, I don’t want cum all over the back seat of my truck.”
“Yes Sir!”
My Sir was stewing all the way home. After I stripped at the door and brought Sir a beer, I saw him tapping away on his phone.
“Get over here, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
“How can I help you, Sir?”
“Kneel!”
I did.
“The Club had a cancelation on Friday. Me and Eddie are taking you and his faggot there Friday night. Trust me, you’re gonna get it, faggot. I’ve had about enough of your insolence and it’s high time I put a stop to it once and for all. I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you that I come first!”
“Yes Sir, I understand, Sir.”
“Do you? Because you keep saying that but it seems like every day we’re having this same conversation. I treat you so nice, your pussy never had so much dick. I buy your presents, and yet still, you don’t have consideration for me! Do you know how that makes me feel, faggot?”
“Sir, I am grateful. I am! I promise!”
I was careful not to apologize or say I was sorry. My Sir hates that more than anything.
“I can’t wait for Friday! It can’t get here soon enough. I still cannot believe you thought making me wait for you was a good idea? I had a long day, I was out on project sites all day, do you think I wanna wait around for you? Next time I’m gonna make you walk home!”
I laughed nervously, I covered my mouth with my hands hoping my Sir didn’t see or hear it.
“Do you really think this is funny, faggot?”
My Sir stood up, pushed my hands away from my face and slapped me right across my cheek. Three successive times before I fell over.
“If I didn’t promise Eddie about Friday, I sure would like to whip your ass right now! I mean it, faggot! If I were you I’d hide right now because I feel like I wanna break something!”
I pulled myself together and ran into the kitchen to put a bag of frozen peas on my cheek to help with the swelling. I knew I deserved those slaps and more. My Sir was right. I had been putting my own needs first and that wasn’t acceptable.
I smelled weed and hoped my Sir would have calmed down after taking a few hits. I knew the man had to eat dinner so I started cooking up some fish and some sides.
I peaked around the corner and my Sir sat quietly watching basketball. He had a joint between his fingers and had it in his mouth. I waited for him to finish taking that hit and I ran over and put a beer on the side table and then ran away.
A few minutes later, that beer had already been drained so I took him another one, same way, unseen.
When dinner was ready, I placed his plate on the side table and walked away.
My Sir wasn’t interested in conversing with me. That was ok with me because he would have only berated me some more. Not that I didn’t deserve his wrath. I was actually looking forward to my public beating. I agreed with Mr. Eddie and my Sir that it would do me some good and help me to remember my priorities.
When I came around to collect my Sir’s dinner plate, my Sir had changed the channel on the TV. He wasn’t shy about watching interracial porn in front of me. He did that all the time. The pot smoking always made him horny and he hadn’t drained his balls since this morning when he and Mr. Eddie doubled me.
He sat there stroking that cock completely ignoring me.
I went to do the dishes and then I heard him call for me.
“Faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
“I want you to kneel right here next to me. I want you to watch me stroke my cock. I want to watch you lust over it, because you know why, faggot?”
“Why Sir?”
“Because you ain’t getting any of this dick until I decide you deserve it. I’d rather give my babies to another faggot and not waste them on you. You don’t deserve them, faggot!”
“Umm hmmm, Sir. I know I have to prove myself worthy to be rewarded with your seed, Sir.”
“Absolutely, you do! For now just shut your damn mouth!”
A few minutes later the doorbell rang.
“Answer the door, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
I opened the door and it was faggot Jimmy!
“What are you doing here?”, I asked.
“Master Eddie said I needed to come over and suck off Mr. Jace.”
“What?”
“FAGGOTS! GET OVER HERE!”
My Sir was impatient.
“That’s right faggot, I did tell Eddie to send his faggot here to suck me off since I’m cutting you off. You’re still gonna kneel right here and watch!”
Do you know how awful it was to see another faggot sucking MY SIR’S cock? It was the worst torture ever. I had to sit there and watch that faggot swallowing my man’s cock whole and my Sir kept making sure I was getting a good look. I must have had a look of longing in my eyes.
“You see what you’re missing out on, faggot? This is what happens when you are selfish. No dick for you. You see how Eddie’s faggot is slurping on my dick like it’s his last meal? Don’t you wish that was you doing this to me? I bet you do, faggot!”
My Sir was verbally and mentally twisting my mind. This was worse than being whipped watching the man I worshipped like a God being throated by another faggot. I wanted to push faggot Jimmy away and reclaim as mine! I didn’t because that would have been selfish and that’s what got me in this mess to begin with.
I tried to look away, to avert my eyes to something else.
“What are you doing, faggot? Is this too much for you? You don’t like seeing another faggot on my dick? Well that’s too bad. You’re gonna stay right there and watch until I blast in this faggot’s mouth!”
Hearing my beloved Sir feeding faggot Jimmy made me want to cry. It was like that faggot was stealing from me!
Well that night I was banished to my room and told I wouldn’t be needed in the morning for urinal duty. Sir Jace had Ofvincent over on Wednesday night and made me watch him unload up Ofvincent’s ass. It was excruciatingly difficult to sit there and watch that faggot’s face enjoy my Sir’s big cock. Then on Thursday night my Sir picked up some random faggot from the bar, brought it home and not only did he feed it a load down its throat, I had to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch my Sir fuck it’s brains out.
My Sir seemed to enjoy my suffering and seemed determined to break my psyche and make me feel like shit. He was cold and distant for all those days, but I continued to cook his meals and tend to my chores and he still drove me to work.
It was now Friday and when I came into the office Mr. Eddie stopped me.
“Is Jace still giving you the cold shoulder, faggot? You look so down.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie. He won’t even talk to me. He makes me watch him fucking other faggots and it’s been torture for me.”
“Well, think about it, faggot. Did you keep him waiting Tuesday after work?”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
“And isn’t it also true that you fucked up last weekend?”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
“So can’t you see why he’s mad at you? It’s not like you don’t deserve it? And honestly, that man treats you so well, too well, in my opinion.”
“I know I deserve it, Mr. Eddie. I am hoping that after my whipping tonight we can move past this.”
“That’s all up to you, faggot. If you show Jace the respect he deserves, I’m sure it all work itself out, but you really gotta shape up.”
“I know, Mr. Eddie.”
“Get to work, there’s plenty of it piled up on your desk.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie. I will take care of it.”
I sat at my desk and wanted to cry. I was desperately missing my Sir’s urine, his feedings and breedings. Now I had Mr. Eddie piling on, chastising me for disobedience! It was going to be twelve hours before I was stripped down and strung up to take my correction/punishment, which would no doubt be different than a maintenance flogging.
Throughout the day I began to work myself into the submissive headspace I would need to endure what I’d be experiencing that night. I began with reminding myself over and over that I was my Sir’s property, my very own chest advertised me as such. The dehumanization of my being needed to slowly erode. I then made a list of all of the faggot crimes I’ve committed in the last month: lust, greed, selfishness, embarrassment, defiance, disobedience, morality, self-pleasure, etc. As the list grew longer, seeing it all on paper, there was only one conclusion to make. I was a very bad faggot. Seeing it all spelled out convinced me that one way to remedy this was to completely commit myself to the lashings I was going to take. When I’m in this state of mind I become very quiet, I have learned how to put myself under, sort of like a hypotonic trance.
When my Sir came to pick me up at 5:00, I was already walking like a zombie, like my mind and my body had split in some way. My light in my eyes went dark.
My Sir distanced himself from me all night even deciding to eat out by himself. Maybe he needed to get himself into the right frame of mind for my beating?
I went and douched and prepared my body for what was to come. I knew my Sir would be attacking my balls so I didn’t bother with a jockstrap at all under my jeans.
My Sir came home from his dinner and showered. It was a little after 8pm when he appeared out of his bedroom. He was certainly dressed for the occasion. My Sir was in a Leather Daddy cap, a leather vest that was so tight over his pecs. His massive tatted arms were visible and intimidating. My Sir wore a leather jock under his leather chaps and his thick leather boots that I would likely be licking later.
All of the supplies we would need are in the club so there was no need to bring any of our own toys.
My Sir walked to the front door and snapped my leash.
“Let’s go, faggot!”
My Sir secured me to the leash and our ride share driver was waiting outside, I’m sure he was surprised to see his passenger tethered to another person.
My Sir looked straight ahead making no attempt to speak to me.
When we arrived to the front of the Club, Mr. Eddie was already there waiting out front with his faggot, Jimmy. Mr. Eddie was also dressed in full leather, only he had a riding crop in his hand and it appeared he got a head start beating up his faggot because I saw some welts on its ass when we stripped inside the Club.
My Sir went to find the Club attendant to open the room for us.
It was a larger room with a glass enclosure so other’s could watch the spectacle. The room had on the right wall, all the impact toys you could ever need; paddles, crops, canes, floggers, whips, rulers, of all shapes and sizes! On the left wall were other items, clamps, tasers, ball stretchers, ropes, clothespins, spreader bars, candles, etc.
Hanging from the ceiling there were all kinds of hooks and pulleys, even an electronic machine that could make your faggot hang in the air like a piñata. Off the walls to each side were a fuck bench and a pillory that was parallel to the glass, so the audience could see the faggot being hit and its face at the very same time.
My Sir hadn’t taken me to the Club in a very long time. I’d forgotten how many gay men enjoy BDSM as their kink.
My Sir and Mr. Eddie paraded us faggots around the club in our leashes as they said hello to their friends and socialized. Faggot Jimmy and I were poked, prodded, and taunted by the crowd. Some even calling us “slabs of meat”, “sacrificial lambs”, and even, “maggots”. My Sir did nothing to defend me, he looked on and even encouraged them to do it.
It was finally time for our whippings. The Club coordinator escorted us to our play space. My Sir and Mr. Eddie unclipped our leashes and hung them on a hook by the door.
My Sir and Mr Eddie pushed us to the center of the room. We were a good 6 feet apart from one another now. My Sir went to find a spreader bar and locked my ankles to it. My legs were spread about three feet apart. Then my Sir raised my right arm up high and secured my wrist to an iron clasp which locked into place, then the other wrist was secured. I was standing like a giant “X”, and so was faggot Jimmy.
I felt perspiration drilling down the sides of my body. I could see an audience building in front of me. My Sir went to a dial on the wall and I was lifted several inches from the floor, my toes barely touching the ground. Faggot Jimmy was also dangling.
My Sir and Mr. Eddie rubbed our bodies all over, looking for just the right spots to hit us. Satisfied we’d been inspected to their satisfaction, both men bowed to the audience.
My Sir and Mr. Eddie walked over to the wall with all of the impact toys. It looked like Mr. Eddie picked a wooden paddle and my Sir selected a riding crop. I was very confused because Mr. Eddie and my Sir switched up and that paddle was being rubbed over my bare butt!
Mr. Eddie wound the paddle back and SMACK! It hit me hard! I heard the whir of the air in the holes of the paddle board. It stung and it hurt against my flesh. My toes couldn’t hold me and I began to swing back and forth. I faintly heard faggot Jimmy screaming “owww” “ooohhh”, as my Sir took the riding crop to him.
Mr. Eddie didn’t hold back, he paddled my ass several more times, each time getting much more intense. I barely said a word, I was concentrating, focusing on keeping my control. My ass was definitely starting to burn and get hot.
I’d endured round one. It looked like that was just a warm up. My Sir and Eddie returned to the wall and picked new implements. My Sir chose two heavy floggers and Mr. Eddie had a cane and a ruler in each hand.
My Sir came over towards me and because I was elevated, I was just at his height. He whispered in my ear.
“I’ve waiting for this all week, faggot. You’re mine now!”
My Sir took one of the floggers and gently rubbed it over my body from neck to toe. The leather tails almost tickled and caused my nipples to grow hard. Sir noticed and twisted them like radio dials causing me to scream a little.
“Ohhhhh”
“You think that hurts? We haven’t even gotten started yet! Show your respect for me and stick that ass out!”
I did my best to stand upright on my toes and push my ass up high for my Sir. I gave him a nice target.
WHAM
WHAM
WHAM
The flogger hit my butt much harder than that paddle and there was some venom in their bites. My Sir began to use both of the floggers across my back making them rain down, crisscrossing up and down getting harder and more intense with each strike.
“Ohh faggot, that looks so nice! Your back is pink!”
My Sir rubbed a hand on my back.
“It’s so hot to the touch. You feel that, faggot?
I didn’t say anything I was trying to catch my breath!
My Sir hit the back of my thigh hard with a flogger.
“Bitch, I asked you a question! Do you feel that?”
“YES, YES SIR!”
“That’s better!”
A series on the backs of my thighs thundered down on me, one flogger dedicated to each.
“This is how it works, faggot! When I ask you a question, you answer it. When I tell you to do something, you do it, when I tell you to suck my dick, you suck it! You don’t ask questions! You don’t hesitate, your job is to just do as I say!”
My Sir circled around me and began to flog my ankles which made me jump and swing. My arms were starting to hurt and I was wincing.
“Stop being such a pussy! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet!”
I heard faggot Jimmy wailing next to me but didn’t bother to see what was happening. I was in my own ordeal trying to do whatever I needed to get through it.
My Sir dropped the floggers and began to slap my abs, holding me in place so I couldn’t move. His hands stung my skin and I attempted to tighten my abs with each incoming strike. Just when I thought I had managed to tighten them up to minimize the pain, my Sir reached down, picked up a flogger and took it to my chest.
“Lift that head up, faggot! Stick out your chest! Be proud! Have some dignity!”
My Sir was vicious with a flogger. He knew exactly how to hurt me…safely. Then he stood in front of me putting on quite the show once again going double flogger, circling all around me as I swung back and forth. I held back tears, clenching my jaw, enduring, slipping my mind out of my body. Endorphins rising high. I was now sticking my ass out, crying out!
“Harder Sir!”
“Ohhhh there it is! My faggot has come alive! Ohh this is a beautiful thing! You want me to hit you harder! Well, I’m gonna make you sing, faggot! I’m gonna make you dance!”
My Sir grunted as he continued to circle around my body with those floggers.
“Eddie, come over here! You get the front and I’ll get the back!”
I was getting hit by four floggers at once! My head held high, screaming for it, my cock was dripping!”
“Yes Sirs! Harder! Hit me!”
And then all it once it stopped and they went to wail on faggot Jimmy together.
After about 10-15 minutes of neglect, I was just hanging by my wrists, slightly swinging because I couldn’t keep my toes on the ground. My Sir returned with a little wooden mullet, the kind you would eat crabs with.
My Sir rubbed my body in his hands again.
“You’re so red now, faggot. I could feel the heat radiating off of you.”
My Sir removed his vest now, he was sweating and hung it over by my leash. His chest looked mammoth, those hairy tatted pecs and arms on full display now.
He grabbed my face in his hand and looked at me dead in the eyes.
“You know how you’ve been busting my balls these past few weeks, faggot?”
Then he nodded my head up and down so I would agree with him.
“Well, now you’re gonna see what it feels like to have your balls busted! Don’t you think it’s only fair?”
Then he forced me to nod my head up and down again.
“I knew you’d see it that way, faggot!”
My Sir gave my face a good slap and then he grabbed my balls in one hand and took the mallet to it in the other.
“Ooohhhhhhhh ooowwwwwww”. Oh my God! That little wooden fucker hurt!
“You liked that? Want me to do it again, faggot? Hmmm?”
“No Sir, please!”
“Really? You don’t think you deserve to have your balls busted? Don’t you think I earned the right to bust them after everything you done?”
“Yes Sir!”
“So you do want me to bust your balls?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Louder! Tell all those people out there watching that you want me to bust your balls, faggot!”
“PLEASE BUST MY BALLS, SIR!”
“I’d be happy to, faggot!”
My Sir grabbed and pulled my balls and took that mallet to them three more times. I winced and thought I would throw up!
“Oowwwwiiieeee oohhhhh fuuuccckk!”
“What was that? It sounded like you want me to do it again? Is that what you want, faggot?”
“YES SIR! PLEASE BUST MY BALLS AGAIN, SIR!”
“Only because you asked, faggot!”
This time it was five more times even harder!
“Uuuggghhhhhh oooohhhhh ffuuuccckkk!”
“You know what, faggot? Those balls don’t look busted to me? They don’t even look red or tender yet. I’ll be right back. I’ll get something to fix that!”
My Sir returned with a thin riding crop. My Sir held me by the waist so I wouldn’t move and took the crop to my balls hitting them all over again and again. Now they were stinging like crazy. When he let go, I lost my balance and swung back and forth.
“Eddie, I think it’s time for the main event, don’t you? These faggots look too fresh, like we’ve been going light on them. Don’t you think?”
“I do think you’re right, Jace. There’s barely a mark on either one of them, but they are pink.”
“That is gonna change real quick. Let’s give them both something to think about and entertain our audience. They’ve been patiently waiting for us to do this, Eddie.”
Mr. Eddie went to the wall and grabbed two bull whips. He handed one to my Sir. They snapped those ferocious whips on the ground and the loud snap got my attention.
My Sir was an expert with the whip. He stood far back and I heard him winding it up before he snapped his wrist and it crossed my back. This was a deep, centered, sting of epic proportions. Both my legs jumped high, and now I was swinging again.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
I felt the tail criss cross the center of my back.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
Now the target was the backs of my thighs.
More CRACKS to my calves. Now I was really dancing and singing!
“Ohhh owww! Uuuggghh!”
My Sir was grunting and working hard and taking that whip to me.
When he came around to my front there was a savage look on his face, deep in concentration. Somewhere along the line he removed the chaps and was now only in the jockstrap. He was fully sweating now. As he took the whip to my chest.
“Lift your head up, faggot! Let me see that chest!”
I was like his whipping boy now, as he wailed away, lashing my body, and in some cases slicing my flesh with open wounds.
My Sir stopped and removed the clasps on my wrists and the spreader and took me to the pillory. I saw Mr. Eddie escorting his faggot to the fuck bench. He looked beaten so badly as I’m sure I did.
The sick thing is, I was really getting into it. The adrenaline was flying through my veins!
Once my head and my hands were locked into place, my ass was exposed.
That’s when my Sir finally went after it with the bull whip, saving this brutal attack for the end! Don’t think he didn’t add more strikes to my back. I could see the audience cheering and looking on in awe as I endured my Sir’s ferocity.
It sounded like Mr. Eddie was fucking his faggot on the bench while I was secured in the wooden blocks. Once my Sir heard Eddie cum up his faggot’s ass he unlocked me. He went to grab my leash, clipped it on my collar and had me crawling behind him like a dog walking me round and round until we made it over to the fuck bench.
My Sir dropped the leash to the ground and locked my hands and wrists in place. Mr. Eddie and his faggot were off to the side watching, the faggot on its leash, kneeling.
My Sir pushed his cock out of the side of the jockstrap and pried open my lips. It was the first time I’d touched it in days, it was such a relief to have it back in my throat. All of the suffering I’d just endured was worth it and I began to sob with joy as I welcomed that wonderful dick into my mouth. When it was wet enough, my Sir went around the bench and shoved it up my ass. It was a good thing that bench was bolted to the ground because it would have been sliding across the floor. My Sir fucked me senseless, all that frustration boiling up, all that sexual tension building, all that physical exertion, he was a beast that needed to blow into his faggot. And with an audience, my Sir came so powerfully!
When I was finally released. I crawled on hands and knees and thanked my Sir properly.
“Ohhh Sir! Thank you! Thank you, Sir! I was sobbing and groveling at his feet, licking his boots. Showing him my willingness to humiliate myself in front of at least 100 gay men needing and begging for his forgiveness.
“Come on faggot, let’s go home.”
I handed my Sir the leash and when the four of us walked out of the play room they were hooting and hollering and applauding. My Sir and Mr. Eddie thanked everyone for watching, and paraded us around a little to show off their work. This time my Sir stopped anyone who attempted to touch me saying that I was his and nobody but him could touch me. This warmed my heart.
Finally, my Sir had me dress and we called a ride share.
Once we were home, I cried and collapsed in my Sir’s arms, I’d been physically and mentally broken, but held it in until we were home.
“It’s ok, faggot. I got you. I got you.”
