The Climax of Nick's Submission
In the weeks after our evening with the brothers, my life settled into a routine, even if it was a routine that I never would have imagined having. I got used to so many things. I got used to the care and time it took to keep myself clean so that Avyan could fuck me whenever he wanted to. I got used to being in the house nude. I got used to having sex while we were at work. Last week he had both of us cum on my desk and made me lick it off. That's just an example. Avyan is nothing if not inventive in the ways he humiliates me and forces me beyond myself.
And poor Cheryl. As Avyan said, the lawyer he hired (a Dom, not surprisingly) brought her to to her knees, and not literally. Even though technically we had to wait a year since I left the marriage to start divorce proceedings, my lawyer made a very strong case for saying the marriage had ended long before, and that I had suffered at her hands. The judge was convinced, to my amazement, and I was given a very nice chunk of the assets. The house was sold and that was that. Avyan helped me invest it. And on the way home from the last meeting with the lawyer, he stopped at a truck stop and fucked me in the bathroom with several guys cheering us on. He then made me suck them off and take their cum.
I felt deserving and because it was my identity, it was my utter submission, not whether I fucked, or suck anonymous cock that really mattered, not the act itself. It could have been anything. Once he made me steal someone's wallet after which I sucked Avyan off behind a tree as a reward. You get the picture. While it didn't matter to me what he made me do, I knew that it turned him the fuck on.
Over the weeks, and then months, I began to feel that this was love. He never said the words, but the care he took after a night of pain and degradation said more to me than the word itself. He would fuck me mercilessly in the parking garage, for instance, in any number of positions then he was gentle and grateful and, yes, loving afterwards. He took me to a park and watch me suck anonymous guys off with my hands tied behind my back. It felt like love.
Late in the fall after I had met him, he said to me one morning, “We're going to a fetish convention next week, and we will be showing people how it's done.”
“Yes, sir...where is it?”
“At some convention centre in the suburbs.”
“That's exciting, sir.”
“I thought you would like it, cocksucker. You will get to show everyone how pathetic you are.”
I felt increasingly excited. I wanted to suck him off so badly, I almost reached for him. Almost. “I can't wait, sir.”
“And Lars and Rory will be there.”
“Will I be the only bottom, sir?”
“Of course. You are the only bottom that matters.”
That felt nice to hear. I suddenly felt brave and asked, “Will you tie me up at the window, sir? And fuck me?”
I had been begging him to do this for weeks, telling him that him fucking me at the floor-to-ceiling windows would really show the world my utter submission. I wanted to be seen in my degradation. He looked at me. I could tell he was torn between pleasing me by agreeing, or pleasing me by saying no.
But I should have known. Avyan is far more creative than I will ever be. “I think we should go out tonight.”
It was all he said, but later in the front hall, he instructed me to put on my favourite leather shorts, the ones I wore early on that made my thighs look amazing and a white t-shirt. He put a leather strap around the bicep of my left arm. He put a leather collar on me that had a big metal ring at the front and he attached a chain to it that he held. I looked at myself and it still amazed me, it still startled me, that I could look so good. He pulled out his cock and I sucked it for a while, as if to get myself ready. I sucked on his balls and he made me tongue his hole: all my favourite things.
The place he took me was a leather bar. We had never been and I don't think he went very often and I think because he felt – and I agreed – that most of the people there were lightweights. Guys just playing. As if wearing a leather jacket or a leather cap actually meant something about how they lived.
We stood at the bar and I ordered us some beer. I turned and looked around. I could tell we were being checked out. He was holding the chain that led to the collar. My t-shirt was tight. My shorts were tighter. Avyan was wearing a black t-shirt and really tight black jeans. He looked magnificent. We both looked amazing, if I do say so myself. I drank my beer and got off on the way guys were looking at me. Hungrily. That was the word. And a part of me wanted to feed them. I wanted to be the food to satisfy their hunger.
We walked around and various guys stopped to talk to us. I wasn't sure if Avyan knew them or if they were trying to get something going with us. I didn't say a word and if spoken to, I waited for Avyan to give me permission to speak. I think that impressed the real D/s people there. My obedience was absolute. I think everyone else thought I was rude. Idiots.
We just came into a bigger room with a bar when Lars appeared, looking a little flustered. Avyan slapped him on the back and they kissed in the European style, once on each cheek. I thought that was classy.
“Sorry I'm late...traffic.” He looked at me and smiled and slapped me on the ass, saying, “How's the cocksucker?”
“I'm fine, sir. I'm glad to see you.”
He grinned at me and went to the bar. I looked around the room at all the men. So many different shapes and sizes. Different ages. Some were clearly tourists, guys just out to see what a leather bar was like. Others, I could tell right away, were like us. A few subs like me. We looked at each other warily.
Lars came back with a beer. He looked at me, grinning. I knew he was up to something. He grabbed Avyan by the back of his jeans and pulled him close and they kissed for a while. I just stood there, helpless and aroused as Avyan showed me that I was of no consequence.
Avyan pulled away and slapped me on the ass. He slid his hand in my shorts and fondled my butt plug. Then he said, “Let's go to the back room...”
We got to the back room which was dark and there were other men around, but they were busy doing other things, things I didn't even notice. Avyan looked at me and said, “Get on your fucking knees, cocksucker.”
I knelt, feeling a rush of degradation and a thrill of pleasure. I realized other guys were coming closer as if they had been following us. Perhaps they had been. I didn't care.
I was kneeling in front of Avyan. He undid his pants and slid them down. He had no underwear and his cock flopped out, half hard. I almost came in my shorts. Lars undid his own pants and there were two gorgeous cocks in front of me. I turned to Avyan and asked, “Can I?”
“Yes you may.”
I took them both in my hands and began to massage them. Before I could even think of sucking, Lars pushed his cock in my mouth and started to fuck. Hard. I choked. But at the same time, I found myself trying to see who was looking at us, at me, taking this big piece in my face, choking on the PA, choking on the length of his long fat cock. There were, I think, a dozen or so other men in the room, at least the ones I could see.
They all had pulled their dicks out and were stroking themselves as they watched. I felt a voice in my ear and realized it was Avyan's. He said, “I'm going to fuck you in front of all these guys, cocksucker. They will see what a pathetic cum whore you are.”
His words filled me with the best kind of shame. I felt Avyan pull my shorts down, remove my butt plug, and then he brutally jammed his cock into me, while Lars continued to fuck my face. There were men all around me, some of them getting closer, but they instinctively seemed to know they weren't allowed to touch. My body was being pummelled and Lars' balls were whacking me in the chin as I continued to choke on him.
But he pulled out of my mouth and I looked up into his beautiful face. I said, “Cum in my worthless mouth, sir.”
He laughed and slapped me in the face with his amazing cock. The PA caught me my front teeth, jarring me. He walked around to my ass and Avyan slid out of me. He gripped my hips and lunged into my, that long cock of his brutally taking my asshole. He fucked and fucked and slapped my ass really hard while Avyan fucked my face. I closed my eyes and felt calmed by all the energy. They switched again and I had the huge tool in my face again and all of a sudden, without warning, he blasted my throat and pulled my head into his groin and I choked on a lot of cum, I coughed and cum sprayed out around his cock.
“Swallow, cum whore.” I swallowed and he pulled out of my mouth and slapped me in the face with his wet cock.
I looked at all the guys in front of me, stroking their cocks and looking at me. I turned to Avyan who was still fucking me. We exchanged a look and Avyan said, “You are nothing but a cum dump, cocksucker. I want to see your worthless mouth filled with cum. Don't swallow until I say so.”
Lars, who was standing beside me, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Go for it, cocksucker. Show them how it's done. Show them how pathetic a cocksucker can be.”
That was all I needed. Avyan fucked me harder and I opened my mouth and cock after cock was shoved in my mouth, so many hands used my head as a fuck tool. They were slapped and rubbed on my face, they were shoved down my throat, and balls were stuffed into my mouth and several times two guys tried to fuck my face at the same time. I lost track of how many cocks I took, how much cum was poured into my mouth and throat. I took it all and tried not to swallow but a lot of it ran out of my mouth and down my throat. By the time Avyan said I was done, my face was covered in cum, my mouth was filled with it, my hair dripped with it, it ran down all over my shirt. My eyes stung and I couldn't see and all I could taste and smell was cum. I felt like I was floating in space. I heard him say, "Swallow, cocksucker." I swallowed, almost gagging, feeling cum pouring down my throat and felt satisfied, relaxed.
When Avyan finally said, “OK guys, show is over,” he pulled out of my ass and he helped me to my feet. Lars found a towel and handed it to Avyan who lovingly wiped off my face and neck. I just stood there, dazed.
Avyan nodded. Lars got behind me and slid his amazing cock in my ass and while I stood with Avyan holding me from the front, Lars fucked me. While my body was pummelled from behind, Avyan whispered in my ear, “Take his cock. You are nothing but a cum slut.” He said louder, “Harder, Lars. Make him really believe it.”
He fucked me harder and the length of his cock filled me in the way I deserved to be filled. I was nothing. I was just an asshole waiting for cock. I had just taken a dozen or so loads of cum and that was proof. I felt slightly sick having swallowed so much cum, but it felt right. My own cock was half-hard and Avyan was holding it.
When Lars finally shot cum into me, he fucked me so hard I would have fallen over if Avyan hadn't been holding me up. He slid his dick out of me and walked around and kissed Avyan really intensely. Then he slapped my face with his cock.
They took me home and Lars made me some hot chocolate as if I was a little kid. He brought it to me as I waited for the tub to fill and said, “You know, cocksucker, you did really well.” He kissed me really warmly and left.
Avyan put me in the bath and let me soak while he washed my body, my hair, my asshole. He gently dried me and took me to bed, attaching one hand to the restraint which I had decided I always wanted. He put me on my hands and knees and fucked me really slowly. He must have fucked me for an hour and when he came, in my mouth, I swallowed his cum gratefully. He made me spit out some of his cum and I pushed it into my ass and replaced the butt plug. He didn't allow me to cum which felt like a gift, and I slept really well.
--
Avyan, Lars, Rory and I arrived at the convention centre on a Saturday morning. We were led to a platform that was about a metre off the floor of the main exhibition hall. Avyan and Lars had brought various pieces of equipment with us, including my favourite which was what I called the fuckhorse, the one that spread my legs and exposed my ass. Avyan had added a strap that held my head in place so I could be face-fucked.
I was attached to Avyan by a chain to a collar on my neck and I wore those leather shorts and nothing else. I had felt a thrill as guys – and girls – admired me as I went by. Avyan turned to me and said, “They know you are a worthless cum whore. Don't forget it.” There was no way I was going to.
Before I was tied into the fuckhorse, I was allowed to go to a change room so I could make sure I was spotless and lubed. There were other subs there, but I ignored them. I had met other subs before, but perhaps unfairly, I felt like they didn't really understand that being a bitch is not the same as truly submitting. I felt degraded at having to be there in this space and I also knew it was an act of love on Avyan's part to give me this degradation. The other subs were trying to show how sub-like they could be. There is no pride in being a sub. It is merely the logical expression of my existence. Fuck them.
When I climbed back on the platform, Lars and Rory helped into the fuckhorse. They tightened the straps that held my arms and legs and affixed the strap that held me head. Without preamble or announcement, Rory – who was wearing chaps – started to rub his cock on my face. His dick was pale and thick and I had become quite fond of it. Avyan had allowed him to fuck me occasionally while he watched. He pushed his cock in my mouth roughly.
Avyan had brought a whip, something that I carefully asked if he would since it hurt the most. He lashed my back a few times and Lars was wielding the crop. They alternated on my back and legs as Rory fucked me face. I could just see a small crowd of people watching us and felt debased. And then more so when Lars pulled out my butt plug and slid his giant dick in and slammed my asshole with it. He had put a larger PA in just for the occasion and it hurt as he fucked me.
Avyan used the whip on my back as Lars fucked me, as Rory stretched my mouth with his cock. Avyan and Lars changed roles a few times, one fucking me, the other one whipping my back. After who knows how long, they pulled me off the fuckhorse and tied my arms to ropes so I was standing, my arms in the air.
Now that I was standing, I saw the crowd had gotten bigger. Rory spent some time with some clothespins, covering my entire torso, by balls, my ass, my legs. The pressure of them was amazing and I knew my cock was hard as steel from the pain. When he ran out of them, the three of them left me there while hundreds of people looked at me. I felt like hiding my pathetic self and I silently submitted to everyone in the building.
I was given a break for lunch and Avyan made me walk around the building with nothing on but the clothespins. Many Doms asked me if they could fuck me, but I said I had not been given permission, however much I wanted it.
When I got back to the platform, the clothespins were removed and they adjusted the ropes so that I was lower to the floor, my legs spreads and my ass jutting out and the three of them took turns fucking me, one after the other. I had noticed that people were taking pictures of me and probably filming us.
Later in the afternoon, Rory came all over my face while dozens of people cheered. Lars was fucking me hard the whole time and he pulled out and sprayed cum on my back then shoved his metal tipped cock back in my really roughly. There were more cheers.
They left me there for a while, cum dripping off my back and face. I felt abject and in the abjection, the public spectacle of it made me so turned on I could hardly think. I wanted to get down and suck as many cocks as I could find, but my role was to be seen as the pathetic cum dump I was.
Avyan came back alone and he got in front of me and I guess he was the finale, because he made me open my mouth wide and he pissed in my face, then he jacked his cock really fast and came in big sloppy ropes directly into my mouth. Cum poured out of him and I realized why he had been denying me his cum for a week since here it all was, pouring into my mouth, dripping off my tongue. He stuffed his cock into my mouth and finished in my throat. He said loudly, “Keep your mouth open, cocksucker. Show everyone what a pathetic cum whore you are.”
He left me there with his piss and cum dripping out of my mouth and hair. It was the apotheosis of my complete submission. I was there for an hour and the cum had dried on my face, my tongue felt like leather and I wanted more. I deserved more. My cock dripped precum the whole time.
When they came back, they gently undid the restraints and wrapped a robe around me. Lars and Avyan took me home and put me in the bath. Lars washed my hair and Avyan soaped my body and ass and my cock. I was still rigid but it didn't matter. I felt their care. They took me to bed and fucked me and at one point, to my astonishment, double-fucked me and I wanted it. It was the final degradation. I was only good to take cock. Lars came all over my face, and Avyan soon after. They made me clean it off and eat it.
Lars kissed me very intensely, even giving me some tongue and then he kissed Avyan. Then Avyan used warm washcloth and tenderly wiped my face. He slid my butt plug in and attached one wrist to the bed. He got into bed behind me. It was then that I realized that Lars was still there and he got into bed with us, lying facing me. He leaned in and kissed me and said, "Avyan thought you needed some extra care tonight, cocksucker. And so did I" He kissed, long and slow, his eyes never leaving mine.
I turned and looked at Avyan, at his beautiful face. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I fucking love you, cocksucker. I hope I showed it to you today.”
He didn't need to say it, but I was very glad he had. I was so happy I wanted him to fuck me all over again. But that was not how this worked. I said, “I love you, too, sir.”
I wanted to say more, but those words were enough. I felt warm and safe with my two Doms on either side of me and I slept really well.
--
Later in the fall, Avyan had to go to Montreal to help his father while his mother was dying. He was gone from three weeks and I had wanted to go with him, but his family's fundamentalist Hindu beliefs would not have allowed then to accepted me as a man, much less a sub, which I knew was impossible.
He told me that Lars would be staying with me while he was gone, since we both knew I needed someone to hold the boundaries of my submission. It wasn't hard for me. Avyan said I was to submit to Lars and that was all I needed.
After he left, I went to work as usual, as did Lars and other than the fact that I couldn't expect to have my face or my ass fucked at work, it felt normal.
But the first night be both got home, as I was taking off my clothes in the front hall, Lars came out of the bedroom and said, “Get on your knees, cocksucker.”
I complied. Lars was wearing nothing but underwear and his massive cock with its PA was bulging out of them. He came up to me and rubbed his crotch over my face and made me suck him through the fabric. He pulled his cock out and gagged me with it for a while, really plunging it deep, then he pulled it out and slapped me in the face with it. He looked down at me and said, “Get in the tub.”
I felt a little scared and excited, because I didn't know what sort of thing Lars would be excited by, but the fear was exciting to me. I got in the tub and he got in with me and pushed me head down so my ass was facing him. He pulled out my butt plug and started to fuck me really hard. Then he stopped. He stood there for a moment, then I felt it. He was pissing in me. I almost fainted with excitement and moaned, despite myself.
“You like being a urinal, don't you cocksucker.”
“Yes, sir.”
He fucked me while he was pissing and it started to pour out of my ass around his cock. He fucked me for ages it seemed, but then, just like Avyan, he pulled out and jacked off into my mouth until ropes and ropes of cum coated my tongue and slid down my throat. He turned on the shower and washed himself off while I lay there, my lips covered in his cum, his piss leaking out of my ass.
He said, “Clean yourself up,” and left the room.
When I had made him dinner and he let me eat with him at the dining room table, we had a nice conversation about our respective work. He walked around the condo, admiring the pictures that Avyan had take of me in various states of degradation, which excited me.
He fucked me again before bed, and then, just as with Avyan, he tied one of my hand to the bed and slept with me, allowing me to hold him from the front, our cocks together. That felt really nice.
Lars fucked me all over the condo over the course of those three weeks, and he fucked me in a park, he made me go down on him in a movie theatre, he invited Rory over and they tag-teamed fucking me in the living room. He made me sleep in the tub after pissing me. I felt completely debased and grateful to him and to Avyan. I was beginning to love Lars almost as much as Avyan, which almost confused me. I wondered at the nature of love. I loved them both, I finally decided, but in slightly different ways.
When Avyan finally came back after what felt like months, I had to restrain myself from sucking him off in the airport when Lars brought us there to meet him.
But we came back to the condo and he and Lars took me downstairs to the dungeon and suspended my arms and flogged me and whipped me for a while. Avyan slid some ice cubes in my asshole and let them melt while he fucked me, while Lars put clamps on my balls and cock, continuing to flog me.
Avyan pulled his cock out of me and put a blindfold on me. Then I was aware that there was a third person in the room. They led me to a table and my arms were bound above my head and my legs were put into straps. I left someone's hand on my dick, then Avyan's voice in my ear saying, “Cocksucker. This is your present. It's going to hurt.”
It was all he said, but then I felt someone handling my cock as is if they were inspecting it, then I think they cleaned me with alcohol and then after that all I could feel was pain as something was pushed through my urethra and then out through the underside of my cock. If I had an erection before, it was gone because the pain was beyond anything I had ever felt. Avyan had anticipated this and he put his hand over my mouth.
Whatever it was that made the hole in my cock was taken out and something heavy and cold was put through the hole. I knew I was bleeding but more alcohol was used to wipe things up and the stinging was intense. My cock was numb by this point and felt heavy.
They wiped me up and then Avyan removed the blindfold. I looked down and saw a fucking big shiny Prince Albert through my cock. It was oozing a little blood and still hurt but the knowledge that all this pain was in the service of something I had been fucked with before, that was now mine, made me feel a wave of submissive gratitude. Then I had an almost revelation. Both Lars and I had PA's, and Avyan did not. Did that mean something? I looked at them both, trying to decide if I could say something, but I felt I wasn't ready.
Avyan undid my arms and Lars unfastened my legs. He said, “Get on your hands and knees.” I did and he started to whip my ass and then he slid his cock into me and continued to whip me as he fucked me.
I realized the guy who had just pierced me was standing there watching. He was tall and really thin and he wore nothing but an armband and a pair of black shorts. His cock was big and pushing out the fabric. I opened my mouth. I heard Avyan say, “Jeff...if you want to fuck his face, go ahead.”
He didn't hesitate and pulled his shorts off and pushed his cock into my willing mouth and he fucked my face until he filled my throat with cum. Lars then did the same thing, choking me with his own PA and pouring cum into my throat. Then, as I wanted and expected, Avyan pulled his huge, beautiful cock out of me and fed it to me. Rather than fucking my face, he stuck the head in my mouth and jacked himself. I could feel his cock drooling onto my tongue and then, a few strokes later, cum spurting onto my tongue, and the back of my throat. I coughed and choked, swallowing the cum of the three guys, Avyan's being the most plentiful. My eyes were watering and I felt at peace. Even though my cock was aching and stinging – made worse because it was now hard again – I felt degraded and happy.
He and Lars took me upstairs and Avyan put me in the bath while Lars made us coffee, and I said to him bravely, "Sir...does it mean anything that both Lars and I have PA's?"
Avyan gave me a big smile. He turned and called out of the bathroom, "Lars...come in here for a moment."
Lars came in. They were both wearing jeans and nothing else and I had to admire their bodies for the millionth time. Avyan said, "The cocksucker wants to know if the fact that you both have PA's means anything."
Lars laughed and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He said, "Well, cocksucker, now that you mention it, it does. Very astute question." He looked at Avyan and said, "Should I tell him?"
Avyan took his hand and said, "I think so."
"Well cocksucker, Avyan and I...well we used to be together. But we both realized that two Doms can't work. I tried to be a little submissive, but it pissed me off and pissed Avyan off that I couldn't. So...we became fuck buddies. But then you came along. And we both kind of fell for you and you like being the pathetic cocksucker and you seem to like it from both of us. So here we are."
Avyan said, "So what he means is, maybe you get two Doms and we still get each other. So I guess the fact that you both have PA's now is kind of me saying that I want you both. So in terms of feeling...well maybe we can all be part of something together."
It was the most intimate and vulnerable I had ever heard either of them and I both loved it and never wanted to hear it again. It scared me and soothed me. I said, "I think I understand...and I agree, if I have permission to express an opinion."
Lars said, "You do. We want your opinion."
I took a chance only because I had been given explicit permission and said, "But I want Lars to live with us."
There was silence and I knew that I had hit on the one thing that was not clear. Avyan looked at Lars and they stared at each other for a few moments. Finally Avyan said, "I agree."
Then I understood because Lars looked relieved. That had been the problem. Avyan was not been sure. But now, I guess, he was. And I knew that I didn't need to say another word about it. I could just submit to them both and be the abject hole for their cocks. Which was another way of saying that I loved them both.
When I was clean, my ass lubed, Avyan and Lars tied my arms and legs to the bed and Avyan fucked me really fast and deeply, filling me with his cum, then Lars did the same thing. I felt safe and cared for, the cum of my two Doms in my asshole. My arm, as always, was attached to the bed after they unbound me. I fell asleep full of their cum, one on each side of me. This was my life and what more could I want?
The End.
