chapter 5 - slave's fantasy - john's story
During our first few member free weeks June and I were extensively used to
provide material for the phone sex facility. We were commanded to relate our
most bizarre and perverted fantasies. We were to be closely monitored, and were,
of course, warned of what would befall us should our efforts again provoke
customer complaint. With our previous experience of the Master's wrath still
fresh in our minds we certainly strove to outdo each other in demonstrating
sheer depravity and exquisite masochistic imagery in the tales we told.
As already mentioned our performance in the phone sex business is always closely
monitored. This is not only to detect any short comings in our personal
performance, but also to identify themes and story lines that are proving
popular with the clients. It was soon discovered that clients, and especially
female clients, clearly favoured a male slave relating tales of extreme
homosexual submission. Much to my humiliation I was instructed to relate
fantasies of this nature more and more frequently. My shame was deeply felt for,
as much as I adore being permitted to sexually worship other superior males, I
am by natural bent, heterosexual. Serving males, as a consequence, always fills
me with special feelings of submissive delight and sensual degradation. I am
sure that this is why I love to be forced to serve males or, more correctly, to
be used pervertedly by males, more than anything else in the world.
Unlike the normal live phone sex activity, these fantasies are always
pre-recorded to provide ongoing material for the facility for all the time we
are not actually available to provide live product, which, of course, is most of
the time, given all the other purposes for which we are constantly used. We
spent many hours making these recordings, and are required to make at least ten
a month, and each of these has to last for at least two hours. As can be
imagined this task is not easy. It is difficult to maintain erotic intensity for
such an extended period. For this reason Master had a special room set up to
make the recordings in, a sort of sound studio, although I'm certain no
recording company would have possessed a studio like this.
Let me describe the manner in which I am prepared when required to relate a
fantasy such as the one I will relate
now. I am placed in extreme bondage in the studio. My legs are securely strapped
together at ankles, knees and thighs, then bent so that my ankles can be
strapped to my thighs. My arms are similarly strapped together behind my back at
wrists, elbows and forearms. My bound legs are bent up along my torso, and my
arms and legs are strapped together so that I form a sort of fleshy, nude ball.
I am then placed on a small table, and my bound nudity is securely tied to it.
My back is was severely arched so that my naked arse is raised high, as is my
head.
Once my body is fully bound and I can't move a muscle, two free standing racks
are wheeled in, one in front of me, and one behind my raised hind quarters. The
one that is positioned in fro nt of my face is really only a metal rod, with a
set of especially designed goggles fixed to its top. These goggles are pressed
up to my eyes, then taped to my head so that I am forced to look through them.
The goggles are constructed so that they force my eyes to look at only a
circular area about two foot in diameter, and is focused on a seat that is
placed in front of my bizarrely bound nudity.
The contraption at my rear is much more complicated. It consists of a motorised
dildo. The rubber penis is twelve inches long, and two inches wide, and is
perfectly crafted in every respect. The geared dildo is designed to move almost
its entire length back and forth with each rotation of the piston of its small
motor. This dildo is liberally lubricated, and I sigh with pleasure when it
slowly sinks, to the hilt, into my welcoming arsehole, and begins, exquisitely
slowly, to fuck me with long full strokes. I am pleased beyond belief when my
penis is unlocked and allowed to hang, lewdly, below my up thrust arse.
Within a minute, however, my prick swells to full erection, and throbs wildly,
on the edge of orgasm. It remains so for the entire length of the recording
session. All is in readiness. One of the chateau's male sluts sits in the seat
that is the focus of my gaze, and I find myself starting helplessly at his stiff
penis and large hairless balls. Throughout the session either a male slut, or a
male whore occupies this seat, and presents my excited eyes with a stiff penis
to gaze at lovingly while I spin my perverted tale. Thus, am I prepared for my
task, and the tale I spin on this occasion was as follows:
It all began when Master was entertaining a visitor from the middle east. The
Arab was singing the praises of a slave he had trained from birth to be a cock
sucker. He related to Master that this particular slave had once sucked off the
pricks of his entire personal guard battalion in one twenty four hour period.
This amounted to a phenomenal six hundred cocks drained by the sucking slave in
one session. He believed that this was a world record. Master, who was a man not
to be outdone in anything, suggested to the Arab that his slave, pig, although
not trained from birth, and not a homosexual could, with a little erotic
incentive, easily break this record.
It came to pass during the conversation that the Arab's slave was significantly
assisted in his marathon effort by the guard members endeavoring to ensure that
their orgasms were imminent, before presenting the slave's mouth with their
cocks. When he heard this Master, of course, with his arrogant nature replied
that his pig could not only break the record under such conditions, but would
set the new mark at a least double that which the Arab's slave had achieved. The
Arab, of course, scoffed at this, and even mockingly questioned Master's sanity.
This, naturally, pricked Master's arrogant sense of superiority even more, and
his response was to challenge the Arab to put his money where his mouth was.
This conversation was taking place at the dinner table, and I was in the
position I normally occupy during such events, under the table, naked, with my
arms immobilized behind my back. My penis was bent double, and tightly strapped
up in chastity mode. I was tethered to a metal ring embedded in the floor,
roughly at the centre of the table, by my fat swollen balls. The tether that
trapped my balls at their base was made of a special elasticised material with a
certain amount of, but not too much give. Each of the guests had ensured that
they wore no underwear, and that their mode of dress ensured that their genitals
were easy to get at, even if the slave doing so had no hands to assist him. At
the precise point where Master made his outlandish bet my face was buried in the
open crotch of Mistress, and my tongue was devotedly teasing the erect,
throbbing stalk of her large clitoris.
My aching testicles were cruelly stretched out from my body while I sucked
eagerly for Mistress' divine essence. The pain in my abused balls was of little
consequence to me, for my mouth was tasting its favourite flavour, Mistress'
hot, wet, aroused pussy. My ears burned with humiliation when I heard Master
make his extraordinary bet. He wagered one million dollars on me sucking off in
excess of twelve hundred cocks within a mere twenty four hour period! How could
he subject me to this! How on earth could I ever manage to complete this almost
unimaginable task! Mistress, as if reading what was going through my mind,
strongly squeezed my head between her full, smooth thighs, while I tongued her
swollen clitoris with utterly wanton abandon.
But there was more to come! The Arab, playing my boastful Master like a well
tuned instrument added further spice to the bet. He suggested to Master that if
his slave won, he would gladly give Master the money, but he didn't need money
if Master lost. Instead he would take possession of me, Master's slave, have me
castrated, then added to a harem of de-balled slaves he had established over
time to cater to the needs of his poorer subjects . Master, displaying his
arrogance at its worst, readily agreed to the Arab's proposition. Mistress, with
her delicious sense of irony, not to mention exquisite cruelty, chose this
moment, when she knew that I would be shaking with terror, to flood my mouth
with the juices of her exploding pussy. I joyfully slurped up the torrent of
rich, pungent, pussy juice even though by this time I was in a state of sheer
horror. I didn't want to be castrated! I didn't want to spend my life sucking
off poor Arabs, or being fucked by them! I wanted to remain with Master and
Mistress! To be their mindless slave! To suffer the torments they inflicted on
me! To serve them with every fibre of my being! The enormity of the challenge
that lay before me had already begun to focus my mind. I would succeed! I just
had to!
The dinner lasted for another hour or so, but my services were not called on for
the rest of the time, so I had the opportunity to ponder the fate Master had
condemned me to. The conversation, during this time, above me, mainly revolved
around the arrangements that would have to be made for the event. It was decided
to hold it in one months time. The intervening time would be needed to gather
enough males in one place to be able to actually conduct the attempt. Master
decided he would be able to get eight or nine hundred males into the main
auditorium of his club complex if he conscripted all his dominant members, and
they were persuaded to allow their own male slaves to participate. The slaves
could actually serve a dual purpose, as they could also be used to prepare
penises for my mouth in a manner similar to that that had occurred for the
Arab's slave.
The dinner broke up and the guests made ready to move out into the living area
for after dinner drinks. Master summoned his Whip Master and instructed him,
"Take the pig to the worship room and place him in worship bondage. Free his
slug and administer the normal six strokes to it so that he may worship in pain.
I'll be along after the guests have left to inform him of my plans for the
record attempt."
The dinner party left the dining room and the table was moved from over my
tethered nudity. The Whip Master quickly untaped my balls and clipped a leash to
my nose ring. He led me from the room and down the long corridor to our
specially designed worship room. This room was designed to be used by me and my
sister slave (Who actually is my twin sister), sow, to worship our celestial
owners in silent adoration for hours on end. It is only right that we be made to
suffer for this privilege.
We entered the room and the whip master forced my head down, using a boot on my
neck to keep me in place. He then quickly and efficiently taped my wrists and
elbows together behind my back, then taped both my knees and ankles together. I
was then maneuvered into my kneeling posture, and my wrists and ankles were
securely joined. This caused me to have to look straight up towards the ceiling
of the room. On the ceiling were full length portraits of both Master and
Mistress, dressed in their most appealing dominant costumes. I gazed adoringly
up at these images while the Whip Master unstrapped my prick, which snapped to
throbbing attention the moment it was freed in response to the wonderful sight
that my wide eyes took in.
The cruel Whip Master chuckled sadistically at the depraved nature of my wanton
reaction while he unsheathed the ever present cane from his belt. He drew the
cane back and lashed it savagely into the base of my standing penis. I yelped
involuntarily when the pain flashing up from my prick exploded in my brain. The
efficient Whip Master wasted no time , and five more strokes of the cane were
quickly delivered, with equal viciousness, up the length of my rigid cock,
evenly spaced from its base to its tip. My whole column of sexuality literally
throbbed with pain by the time he had finished, and my chest heaved with racking
sobs of suffering.
The Whip Master then switched off all the lights in the room except the one that
highlighted the exciting ceiling. As he closed the door to the worship room a
metal rod slowly descended from the ceiling towards my upturned face. Attached
to the end of this rod were a pair of Mistress' diaphanous panties, soiled of
course, and one of Master's favoured leather G strings, not cleaned since he
last wore it. These items descended until they both brushed lightly against the
tip of my nose. My sense of smell was slowly inundated with the aromas of my
owners' sexuality, each aroma dueling with the other for my attention.
I was left alone in the silent room, my eyes filled with the images of my divine
dominator's, my nose filled with the sacred aromas of their sexuality, and, when
I stretched out my tongue I was able to brush it against the crotch areas of the
sexy G strings, and so my taste buds joined my other senses in being dominated
by the delicious flavours of their commanding sexuality. My penis continued to
throb with pain while I joyfully worshipped, and adored my fabulous owners with
every fibre of my being. The hours slipped by and the pain in my punished penis
slowly faded, but the intensity of my adoration was such that my prick remained
as stiff as steel, and sheer happiness totally consumed me.
Suddenly the door to my silent chapel opened and Master swept in. He turned on
the lights, withdrew the rod, then stood before me. A surge of joy swept over
me, and my prick pulsed with excitement. I was again permitted to gaze upon the
person of my adored owner, dressed so deliciously dominantly in his customised
black leather.
"Pig!" He announced without preamble, "You have no doubt been reveling in the
perversity of the challenge I have set for you. I shall reward you mightily when
you win for me!" He stated, as if failure was not even the remotest possibility.
"Yes, pig, after your triumph I intend to alter your slug spitting ceremony.
You'll still be required to spit your trash five times, but instead of the first
four being by your own hand, only the first will then be extracted in this
fashion. The second will be extracted, by the sow's tight arse crater, the third
by that bitch's slattern cooze, and the fourth by her wanton gullet. The final
one will still be extracted with a whip, for I would never deny you this, your
ultimate expression of your perverted submission! As usual, however, the
ceremony will always be conducted to entertain an audience. On special occasions
I may even allow the slut sow to tit whip your slug to a spit! Oh, yes! I'll be
mightily pleased when I have that Arab's million bucks warming my bank account!"
My heart was pounding with happiness. Master, in the entire five years I had
been in his possession, had never allowed my slug vomit to be extracted by
anything approaching normal means, and to use my twin to do it! It would be so
deliciously perverted! So gorgeously depraved. We would revel in our submissive
debauchery for the audience with fabulous joy! Master brought me back to reality
as he continued to explain the detail of his plan.
"You go into training for the challenge immediately, pig. I have already got
workers constructing a new chapel of worship especially designed for your
conditioning. You will spend every waking minute in this room adoring penis.
Penis will become your one true God! Penis will become your sole reason for
being! Your need to suck hot, hard penis will become all consuming! Your craving
to drink the creamy issue from spurting penis will dominate your every thought!
Your slave heart will break with utter sorrow whenever your mouth is not closed
around the fat, hot head of a spurting penis! You will be reduced to
heartrending sadness every second that your yearning mouth is not filled with
throbbing penis! You will soar with unutterable joy each time a torrent of
creamy man cum splashes into the back of your joyful gullet!"
Master was right! I was already yearning to suck a penis. My submissive brain
was already attuning itself to my delicious humiliation. I found myself becoming
totally confident that the desire to suck off so many penises would never wane.
Now it was just a matter of being physically capable of the feat. Master
continued to relate his training regime for me.
"For the entire month, pig, your own fat slug will be kept in strict chastity
bondage. You will receive no punishment what so ever. You will not be used by
anyone at all for any purpose. You will focus your slave being on penis to the
exclusion of all other things. You will sleep in your worship bondage so that
when you wake you will be able to immediately resume your single minded devotion
and adoration. You will verbally express yourself in your devotions with
appropriate statements of worship that will be flashed to you once every minute
that you are awake. You will not see either Mistress, or myself for the entire
month. In fact you will be attended to by Whip Master who will feed and water
you through specially crafted rubber penises which are being created as we
speak. Twice a day Whip Master with bath your carcass, and allow you to shit and
piss. He will not say a word to you, nor will you to him."
My fevered brain was filled with conflicting emotions. Not to see my adored
owners for a whole month! I would die from sadness! I found it hard to even
contemplate being forced to worship penis every second for an entire month. It
would condition my brain completely! Such prolonged brain washing would be
totally mind altering, even if it wasn't voluntary. I found myself wondering
just how long it would take me to actually get over the conditioning, how long
after the event it had prepared me for was over. "That is all, pig!" Master
concluded. He didn't even wish me luck, to him luck would have nothing to do
with it. I wished that I had his confidence but, never the less, I was already
beginning to dismiss the thought of failure from my mind. It had begun.
The Whip Master took control of me as soon as Master had left. I was released
from my worship bondage and led from the chapel. Soon we entered what was to be
my home for the next month. The room was small and square, and completely dark,
except for one cone of light that illuminated a one metre square piece of the
floor. The Whip Master thrust me into that light and then began to place me in
fresh bondage. When he was finished I resembled a ball of naked flesh anchored
to the floor by means of straps and eyebolts. I was unable to move a muscle. My
legs and arms were strapped to my body tightly, and a stiff collar ensured that
me head was held up, and rendered motionless. The Whip Master had softened my
cock with a special freezing metal rod designed specifically for that purpose.
He then put my prick in the smallest bent penis chastity glove that we had. My
big cock was reduced to the size of a child's, and had no hope whatsoever of
stiffening.
Once he was finished with me the light was turned off and the room was plunged
into total darkness. Then a screen of super high resolution was suddenly brought
to life. My blood rushed to my head at what was displayed before my eyes. The
screen, perhaps two feet square, showed a beautiful penis, fully erect, with a
flaring head, and a set of bulging testicles nestling at its thick base. The
gorgeous penis seemed to throb and pulsate at the same time, and its sheer
sensual and wanton splendor actually made my mouth water with longing. Seconds
later, even before I had managed to control my brain's elation at being
permitted to gaze at such a sight, a line of text scrolled across the top of the
screen. Remembering my explicit instructions from Master I reacted immediately.
"I adore exquisite, stiff, throbbing, virile, manly penis!" I gasped out in a
clear voice.
What followed was a series of similar statements, almost like a litany. Each
series of statements were changed every day during the whole month, but always
had me verbally adoring, worshipping, and pledging my undying submission to the
penises that the screen depicted, and as a consequence, all the penises of the
world. A typical series of statements was as follows:
"I bow in utter, and joyful, submission before the glory of sacred penis!"
"I exist solely to stare in utter adoration at my one true God, exquisitely
divine penis!"
"My whole being, body and soul, ache with longing when in the presence of
heavenly penis!"
"My adoring lips yearn to kiss, with total devotion, the sacred flesh of divine
penis!"
"My adulating tongue hungers to lap the hot meat of stiff, precious penis!"
"My worshipping throat aches with craving to squeeze the radiant head of sacred
penis!"
"My being adores the hallowed testicles that grace the base of my God, holy
penis!"
"My base, slave belly yearns to be filled with the sacred elixir that hallowed
penis gushes!"
"Your divine essence, godly penis, is the only sustenance your adoring slave
desires!"
"Your pleasure, omnipotent penis, is the sole reason for this slave's
existence!"
"Please, adored penis, accept this slave's worshipping mouth for your pleasure!"
"Please, cherished penis, feed this adoring slave's yearning belly with the
sacred essence of your hallowed testicles!"
"Please, lord penis, allow this perverted slave to suck on your scared meat!"
"Please, peerless penis, permit this slave to worship you with utter adoration!"
"Please, sanctified penis, accept this lewd slave's immaculate submission!"
"Please, hallowed penis, feed this adoring slave with your scared cream!"
"I live to suck glorious penis!"
"I exist to drink from divine testicles"
"I adore you, succulent penis!"
I worship you, charming penis!"
"I treasure you, priceless penis!"
"I was created to suck you for your pleasure, glorious penis!"
"I was spawned to drink from you divine testicles, sacred penis!"
"With every fibre of my being, I worship you, Fabulous penis!"
"With every fibre of my existence, I adore you, phenomenal penis!"
"Please, adored penis! Please sacred penis! Allow this whore slave to suck you
for your eternal pleasure!"
"Adored penis, I suck you! I suck you! I suck you! I suck you!"
"Fabulous, wonderful, awesome, breathtaking, wondrous penis, I am your
consummate slave!"
"I love you, exquisite Penis!"
"I adore you, cherished penis!"
"I worship you, priceless penis!"
"I am, purely, an adoring sucking machine for you magnificence, phenomenal
penis!"
And so it went on. Me, in my total bondage, staring in adoration at the perfect
penis displayed before my fevered eyes, reading the script that my Master had
designed for my conditioning. For hour after hour I kept up this perverse
litany. My heart pounded with lust! My blood boiled with longing! My brain sang
with delightful degradation! I became so closely attuned to penis that nothing
else ever entered my mind. The obscene litany changed every two or three hours,
but each succeeding one was as perverted as the last, if not more so.
By the end of the first week when the Whipmaster came to either feed, or assist
me to undertake toilet functions, I found that I could not stop my eyes from
immediately staring at his crotch, and my heart from breaking because his penis
was not in my mouth. By the end of the third week, when these activities were
undertaken, I found that I continued to babble out the lewd litany that I had
been reciting not with standing that I could no longer see the words. By the end
of the whole period I had been reduced to a penis adoring, single minded penis
sucking machine. My fevered brain could not conceive that I could continue to
exist unless a big juicy penis was buried in my sucking mouth, to be adored and
worshipped, and drained of its succulent elixir.
My state of mind was such that the fear I had at first experienced when the
Master's grotesque bet had been made no longer even entered my mind. Of course I
would suck as many penises as required! I would happily suck twice as many if
allowed! The only real test was whether, or not, it was physically possible to
suck off the required number in the time allowed.
At last the big day arrived. I was finally freed from the bondage I had been
kept in for the previous month. This was not to say that I returned to any
normal state, nothing could have less true. I was a cock adoring harlot! Nothing
existed for my except hot, stiff penis. After I was cleaned, and my stringent
penis chastity replaced by one even more constricting, we made ready to leave
for Master's club. Master even had to put my head in a total sensory deprivation
helmet before we left, because whenever we came across a male I immediately
crawled to him, buried my face in his crotch, and endevoured to get at his cock
with my mouth. Master, and the servants, had to physically restrain me, to
actually stop me from achieving my aim.
Once my head was encased in the helmet I had to live with my frustration and
feral yearning. For the entire trip my mind was in turmoil. Why wasn't Master
stopping every time he saw a man on the sidewalk, and letting me suck his penis
for him! Why was Master being so heartless! Didn't Master know that I needed to
be sucking penis to live! Why hadn't Master made sure that he had a few men
traveling with us, so that I could be sucking their lovely penises the whole
time! Master was so cruel to be denying me the pleasure of a hot, hard penis for
my adoring mouth to worship!
We arrived at the club, and I was carried inside by attendants. A special
bondage rack had been set up for me in the club's main auditorium. The rack had
been especially designed for the event. The attendants left the helmet on my
head while they attached my naked body to this frame. First my arms and legs
were strapped into full length leather binders. My legs were then strapped to my
torso, and I was tied to the top of the frame. My arms were strapped to my back,
and my face was rested on a special chin rest.
A thin strap was tied around the base of my testicles, and then attached to a
stay that kept the hugely swollen orbs that ached so wonderfully, firmly in
place. The helmet was then stripped from my head, and I was able to see, talk
and hear once again. My first reaction was to immediately begin to babble out my
penis worshipping litany, as soon as I saw that the room was filled with people,
predominantly males, but not exclusively so. Most of the men were fully dressed,
although their penises were invariable hanging from their pants.
A multitude of nude slaves were busily engaged in stimulating penises, getting
the gorgeous poles of male sexuality hot and hard, and on the verge of spurting
their elixir. A strap was placed around my head to keep it still as a final
preparation, then Master approached and inspected the work of the attendants.
"No! No!" He snapped, then had my arms unbound, and I found that my hands were
being tied, one on either side of my body, to two what were obviously handles,
albeit in the shape of erect penises. Master then mounted the stage area of the
auditorium and called for silence through the PA system. The buzzing noise that
was filling the room slowly dissipated until there was almost complete silence,
the Master began his announcement:
"First of all, my friends, I thank you all for coming tonight. You have
responded wonderfully to my call, no doubt as anxious as I for the contest to be
won. The pig has been prepared, as you can all see. To ensure that his efforts
don't wane I have arranged for his nuts to be thrashed, so he can earn the right
to drink from each cock he services. I'm sure the pig is beside himself with
happiness at this announcement, and will redouble his efforts as a result."
Master continued with a chuckle. My heart pounded with lust. I couldn't have
cared if my testicles were to be whipped from my fork, just so long as I had a
lovely hot stiff penis spurting into my adoring mouth.
"Remember, friends, the pig has to suck a minimum of one thousand two hundred
cocks off over the next twenty four hours. So make sure you're ready to shoot
once he has you in his mouth. I have arranged for more men to come to the club
throughout the period of the test, and these will supplement your efforts I'm
sure. The pig's slave sister has been co-opted to become the cock presenter, and
she is being wheeled in as we speak. Remember, you're not to start until the gun
has sounded, and my friend from Arabia is here to witness the contest." With
that Master left the stage.
My sister slave was bound to mobile rack which was wheeled over to my captive
nudity. Her rack was positioned so that her right hand, the only part of her
voluptuous body that was free, would be able to reach out and guide each penis
to my mouth. I knew that she would be beside herself with jealousy. To have her
hand on so many penises, but not to be permitted to suck even one, but to be
forced to feed their hot, stiff, manly lengths into my mouth would have her
green with envy. I didn't care! All penises were mine to suck! All testicles
were mine to drain! She would have none! I would have them all!
I glanced down, and in my feverish frenzy noted that a line had been drawn on
the floor with chalk, and wondered why. I was soon to find out. Suddenly, a loud
pistol shot rent the atmosphere of the noisy room. Almost before its echo had
died away a man stepped up to this line, his long, thick penis throbbing on the
edge of orgasm. My sister's hand reached out and grasped the hot pole midway up
its pulsating length and bent it forward towards my gaping mouth. Suddenly it
was all clear to me.
My hands pulled hard on the penis handles they grasped, and my captive nudity
surged forward a couple of inches. My trapped testicles were stretched out from
my fork, and were immediately flayed by what must have been a multy stranded
whip of light laces. The pain was gorgeous, not gut wrenching agony, more of a
terrible, but continuous stinging as the wiring laces thrashed my swollen eggs.
But none of it made any difference to me. My movement, small as it was, brought
my yearning mouth into range, and I was able to engulf the juicy head, and an
inch or so of the hot stem of the fabulous penis into the adoring confines of my
worshipping mouth. My heart exploded with sheer joy! Time seemed to stand still
while I wallowed in my utter happiness! My mouth sucked the juicy penis head
with such adoring passion that it throbbed with pleasure immediately. Perhaps
ten, but no more than fifteen seconds later, stars of ecstasy exploded in my
brain to the exquisite sensation of a huge stream of hot, aromatic semen
splashing into the back of my throat. I gulped the creamy fluid down in utter
rapture just in time to receive the next powerful spurt of that luscious elixir.
I swallowed the juices of the spurting penis while sucking tenderly on the
convulsing meat until the strength of its explosion began to ebb. When this
happened my sister slave efficiently stropped the stem, forcing every last drop
from the spent organ, and I experienced a sensation of extreme loss when it was
abruptly withdrawn from my worshipping mouth.
My hands allowed my body to slip back on the rack, and the flaying of my
testicles ceased. But all this was only momentary for, no sooner had the spent
penis been withdrawn, than another one, hot and hard, and pulsating with
impending climax, was offered to me by my sister's hand. I literally threw my
body forward, and the stinging laces lashed my bulging testicles with delightful
cruelty while my mouth sucked wildly of the hot, hard juicy knob of male
sexuality. Within seconds it too was flooding my adoring mouth with its sacred
issue. I drank joyfully from the spasming penis until it was completely drained.
On and on it went, for hour after hour. As each wonderful penis surrendered its
scrumptious cream to my passionately sucking mouth, and my throat gulped down
its offering, my crazed mind was already yearning for a new one, with tight full
testicles ready to surrender their elixir to my worshipping gullet. Time seemed
to mean little to me. I was not even aware of its passing. My brain was
perfectly attuned to my deliciously degrading task. My consciousness seemed to
be forever changing with emotion. Firstly, the joy that flooded me when each new
penis entered my mouth, hot, stiff, and throbbing, the ecstasy that flooded me
when my passionate mouth succeeded in causing it to explode, to fill my
worshipping mouth with delectable juice, the bliss of savouring the luscious
flavours while I gulped that creamy issue down, and the sheer despondency of
utter loss when I realised that the fabulous penis was exhausted, had no more of
its scrumptious fluid to give, then the whole cycle restarted.
Oh how Master knew his slave's needs! How delightfully he understood his slave's
cravings! To reduce me with diabolical sureness, to a cock adoring, prick
worshipping, penis adulating harlot! To tease, and deny me for so long, so that
all I could think of was sucking fabulous penis, all I could dream of was
drinking luscious penis cream! Then to grant me only one of the three joys I
craved so badly! To continue to deny me the joy of sucking a lovely penis from
soft beginnings to hot, throbbing stiffness! To deny me the delight of sensualy
sucking rigid, pulsating penis to the point of explosion with my passionate
mouth and eager tongue! But not to deny me the fabulous ecstasy of sucking the
spurting tip of a pleasure filled penis, and to drink its divine essence!
Indeed, not only not to deny me this, but to ensure that it alone was my sole
reason for being, to ensure that my adoring mouth was continuously filled with
hot, spurting penis! It was good! So good!
Eventually I was no longer even allowing my body to slip back between penises,
and the thrashing of my aching testicles never ceased. I kept my passionate
submissive mouth gaping wide to welcome each gorgeous penis that my slave sister
fed me, my long tongue reaching out to greet the hot meet with joy and
happiness. If the next penis was even slightly late in coming I found myself
pleading, like a petulant child, "Give my adoring mouth a penis to worship,
Please! Please! A fabulous penis! Please! Please!" Needless to say, my abject
pleas were always acceded to with a minimum of delay.
It felt like I had been sucking penis forever when the sound system sprang to
life with Master announcing, "Half time, folks! Let's check the score! Six
hundred and ninety eight! The pig has managed to drain six hundred and ninety
eight pricks in the first half!" There was more than a smattering of
enthusiastic applause from the gathering at this news, then Master continued,
"We will have a short break while slaves attend to the pig's ablutions." He
chuckled, then added, "I'm sure the swine requires no sustenance. We'll make a
couple of changes to his setup, then it's back to business."
For my part, all I could think of was that there were no penises being presented
to my worshipping mouth, and I was consumed by a sense of profound sadness.
Indeed, while the dildo was being removed from my aching arsehole, and
humiliatingly, my excrement was flowing into a bucket the slave held, I began to
recite my conditioning litanies with frenzied fervor. The crowd that had
gathered to witness my shame while I vacated my bowels mocked me with scornful
laughter while listening to , "I adore fabulous penis! I exist to pleasure
sacred penis with my worshipping mouth! I wallow in utter ecstasy when the cream
of succulent testicles is spurting down my gulping gullet!"
The chastity was ripped from my contorted penis, and I immediately, and
humiliatingly, began to urinate into a bucket held by a slave. The slave had to
be attentive to his task because, the instant my prick was freed it began to
lengthen and stiffen and, well before I had voided my aching bladder, it was a
stiff as steel, and throbbed wildly. As soon as I had finished the slave made to
soften my prick by caressing it with a freezing metal rod, but was stopped in
his tracks by Master. Master gave the slave a special torment cock ring that he
rarely used on me. I shuddered with dread when the leather ring was securely
fixed to the base of my fabulously throbbing stalk. This ring was designed
specifically to prevent spurting, but not climax. I was to be subjected to dry
orgasms, a most painful experience.
I noticed that my sister slave was being freed from her own bondage while I was
being tended to. She was then tied securely to the base of my rack so that she
was forced to maintain a position with her head adjacent to my now achingly
stiff penis, and I could feel her warm breath on my throbbing stalk. "Here,
slave, treat the pig's fat nuts with this. I want them to feel what is to be
inflicted on them as never before!" Master ordered. I felt a kind of ointment
being massaged into the tender meat of my trapped testicles. After a few minutes
the swollen orbs seemed to become acutely sensitised. "Replace that light flail
with the heavier one." Master commanded, and I realised that the lashing of my
testicles was to become a painful ordeal, rather than a light punishment, for
the rest of the period.
"You, bitch, are to suck the pig's slug for him. I want him teased and
stimulated relentlessly. I want his aching nuts to be filled to bursting while
they are whipped." I was beginning to wonder why Master was going to make my
ordeal so much harder for the second half of the period. Why was he trying to
take my mind off my degrading task. Why was I to be subjected to such horrendous
distractions. Then I realised, of course, that Master, the supremely cruel
sadist, was granting me the opportunity to demonstrate my utter submission to
his will to the people by out performing even myself during the rest of the
period. I was to show those witnessing my shame and humiliation, that I was the
consummate slave, capable of sexual feats of magnificent proportions, despite my
pain and suffering.
Master, while being barbarically cruel, was not fully aware of the success of my
conditioning. Despite all that was to happen to me, in my own mind, at that
instant was only one thing. Why wasn't there a fabulous hot, stiff, throbbing
penis in my worshipping mouth! Why wasn't a stream of delicious male sex cream
flowing down my adoring throat to feed my yearning belly with its craved
sustenance. My verbal utterances were soon reflecting my state of mind as I
begged and pleaded for a penis to suck.
I noted that my sister had been replaced by a nude male slave who was to be
charged with presenting my mouth with the penises it was to service. I didn't
care, really, just so that the line of penises was to be endless! Master
announced that half time was over. My heart soared with joy and elation! My
penis adoring mouth was no longer to be denied! A gorgeous stiff, juicy penis
was presented to my adoring mouth by the new slave, and sheer happiness washed
over me when I tugged my bound nudity forward and engulfed its dripping head in
my mouth.
Immediately my swollen balls were flayed with the new laces. This time the pain
was powerful and flooded me completely. I didn't care! I wanted it to be even
more barbaric! I needed to suffer to earn the right to suck succulent glorious
penis! A slave should suffer for his rewards! It was only right and proper! So
while my mouth passionately sucked the hot hard penis, a part of my fevered mind
was begging that the flaying of my tormented testicles be inflicted with more
force, more power, more cruelty. All of this was complimented by the exquisite
sensations of my beautiful slave sister's hot passionate mouth on my raging
prick. She sucked the top third of my spasming cock with a passion bordering on
the frantic, and pleasure was soon vying with pain, for my attentions.
Within seconds the penis in my mouth spurted its elixir. I wallowed in my
degradation while stream after stream of its aromatic cream flowed down my
gulping throat. I was back where I belonged, drinking the issues of sacred
testicles directly from the divine font of the penis. Another penis was
presented to my adoring mouth, and I sucked it with such passion that it too
exploded before ten seconds had passed. It was replaced by another, and another,
and another. I was in slave paradise!
Time passed, although I was completely unaware of its passing, such was my
single minded concentration on the never ending succession of penises that my
worshipping mouth so joyfully embraced. My own prick surrendered to the supreme
talents of my sister's wanton mouth over and over, and my flayed testicles
bulged and swelled with each climax she extracted from my throbbing cock, which,
of course, was prevented from actually spurting. Soon the sheer ache permeating
my abused testicles clearly out weighed the pain of the whip.
Rather than becoming less enthusiastic as the number of penises I serviced
mounted I found my heart aching with yearning for a fresh one to suck, even
before the one I was actually sucking had been completely drained. Rather than
becoming an automaton, and sucking with mechanical precision, I found my mouth
was sucking each new penis that it was allowed to embrace with ever increasing
passion, and it was actually taking less time to drive each penis to gushing
climax as the time went by.
All of a sudden a loud roar reverberated around the auditorium, followed by
sustained applause. I only became aware of this because of the sheer volume of
the outburst, such was my utter concentration on the delightful task at hand. It
was, of course, prompted by the fact that my target had been reached, twelve
hundred penises had fed my insatiable mouth with their luscious cream, and still
there was time to go! I continued to suck with renewed devotion and
exhilaration. I had almost convinced myself that Master would allow me to go on
forever! I was to be disappointed, of course, for just as a particularly large
penis was stretching my jaws wide, and flooding my wriggling tongue with a fresh
load of luscious ball cream, a pistol shot echoed around the room. It was over!
I had triumphed!
But what was happening! The slave's hand didn't have a new penis in it! My mouth
gaped lewdly, and I pleaded for a new penis to worship. What was wrong! Why was
Master denying me! Surly there were hundreds more penises for me to suck. I
needed to suck more penises, and my heart was breaking when no more were being
presented to me. Tears of frustration poured down my cheeks as I begged and
pleaded.
Master approached me, being congratulated by the multitude on my performance on
his way. He shut me up, and ordered that I be freed from my bondage, and brought
to the stage. Master then went off to that area and began to speak to the
gathering. I listened while my body was being freed, "The pig has performed
magnificently, my friends. I intend to reward the swine mightily for his
efforts" While the attendants worked on me the Arab mounted the stage and, with
surprisingly good grace, congratulated Master, and paid off his debt. Then
Master called, "I need four slaves with strong arms, and one whose prick slug
has been completely drained. Can anyone help me?"
It didn't take long for Masters and Mistresses to provide the slaves called for,
and while I was being led to the stage by a leash, my swollen nuts were tight
and hurting between my legs, and my achingly stiff cock was still captured in
its grotesque cock ring. My sister slave was also led to the stage, and soon we
were all lined up eagerly awaiting Master's pleasure, at least I knew that I
was. On the way to the stage the attendant leading me had to drag me away from
the limp penises that we passed, to prevent me from trying to suck them. I was
still completely dominated by the need to suck penis, and the man had to
exercise quite powerful means to stop me from achieving those desires.
Master conferred with the attendant, then he, and two of his colleagues, began
to prepare me and my sister for the climax to the proceedings, my reward. I was
rebound, on my back, facing upwards, on a low frame that allowed my head to hang
free, and caused my constricted penis to arch straight up from my splayed fork.
The cruel cock ring was replaced with a presenter that ensured that my penis
could now gush but still remained upright. Then my swollen testicles had the
strap at their base removed. The huge orbs were so full and tight that they
didn't even droop a fraction of an inch when the strap was removed.
My sister was hung by her ankles from the ceiling above, and her nudity
positioned so that her head was poised over the rearing stalk of my fabulously
stiff penis. Her height was adjusted until she was able to easily reach the
swollen head of my penis with her tongue, but unable to actually take it in her
mouth. Broad straps were cinched tightly around the bases of her lovely breasts
so that the large mounds no longer drooped down towards her face, but rather
stood out proud and tight from her slender torso.
Two of the slaves were armed with cluster whips of light wires, and they took up
positions on either side of my strapped down nudity, adjacent to my arching
penis. A third slave was armed with a long flexible strap, and stood between my
legs. The fourth strong slave was given a long, thin cane, and stood to the side
of my hanging sister. The final slave, the one with the well drained penis, was
a black man with a huge penis. He straddled my face, and I found myself staring
up at his hanging penis. My brain was immediately confronted with conflicting
emotions, utter joy and happiness at having a naked penis so close to my adoring
mouth once again, and sheer despair at the fact that that penis was soft and
limp, not stiff and throbbing, and the testicles hanging from its thick base
were not tight and full, but rather loose and empty.
"Friends!" Master announced, "The pig is ready for his reward, and what a reward
it's going to be! I'm sure that the swine is beside himself with gratitude for
the gift I am granting him. I am going to allow him to suck the lank slug
hanging from the fork of the slave straddling his ugly mug until it gets hard
again, then feeds his gulping gullet with a fresh load of slave nut offal. To
ensure that his joy is complete the other slaves will both flay his standing
slug stalk, and thrash his fat aching nuts for him. To cap it off, his fat
dripping cock head will be lashed by the hanging bitch's slattern tongue, while
she is urged on by the cane lacing her fat udders. When the hog's servile mouth
manages to extract the load from the slave's stalk, his own slug will be
permitted to vomit its foul dregs to reward the hanging bitch. I'm sure the
putrid slut will slurp up as much of the disgusting offal as she can. Begin
slaves! Let the pig wallow in his well earned paradise!"
My mind soared with elation as the huge black slave bent his knees and, at the
same time, I raised my head, and the long soft tube of his magnificent penis
flopped into my gaping mouth, and I tasted his delicious maleness. I swallowed
the entire length of the prick, until my lips were stretched around its thick
base, and my adoring mouth was completely packed with wonderful penis. Oh how
well Master knew me! How delightfully cruelly he catered to my perverted
yearnings! How deliciously heartlessly he administered to my submissive craving
for utter humiliation! To be bound naked before an audience of hundreds who
watched in mocking fascination while I lovingly sucked another slave's penis. To
have them watch while my own penis was whipped brutally, and my own testicles
were thrashed mercilessly. To have them witness your own naked sister tonguing
my prick head while her beautiful breasts were cruelly caned. It represented the
ultimate in masochistic fulfillment.
All these thoughts flashed through my mind while I tenderly suckled the thick
soft penis that filled my mouth, my tongue massaging its length, and my throat
rhythmically squeezing its head. Tiny mewls escaped from my stretched lips to
the vicious burning assailing the length of my hard cock as its delicate skin
was brutally sliced by the many thin wires of the whips that flayed it with
unerring accuracy. Deep seated moans were wrenched from my crammed throat to the
gut wrenching ache that permeated my grotesquely swollen testicles with the fall
of the heavy strap on their tender masses. The meat of my cock head erupted in
pleasure to the erotic lashing of my sister slave's exquisitely soft tongue all
over and around its satiny surface, and tiny shrieks of hurt emanated from her
mouth in tune with the brutal caning of her sensitive breasts.
I teased and stimulated the big penis in my mouth with languid contentment. I
had no desire to hasten my work. I longed to revel in my suffering and
humiliation, to make it last as long as I possibly could. My heart pounded with
masochistic lust. My chest heaved with my anguish whenever I reluctantly allowed
some of the cock I sucked to escape my throat so that I could draw a deep breath
before engulfing it totally once more. While I sucked the penis devotedly, and
suffered my pain with eager delight, it slowly, but surely, began to swell and
lengthen under the erotic torture I subjected it to.
All too soon my own need overcame my desire to make the ordeal last. I had to
drink from the wonderful penis! My yearning belly longed for the luscious cream
its sacred testicles would deliver. The harder the superb penis got, the more
passionately I sucked it until my entire consciousness was attuned only to the
penis. My head bobbed up and down in the slave's moist crotch. On each outward
stroke I sucked joyously on the juicy head. On each downward plunge my throat
convulsed wildly on the flaring tip. The pain and hurt assailing my whipped
prick and thrashed balls were consigned to the background of my mind, such was
my devotion to the fabulous penis buried down my throat.
The steel hard penis filling my mouth began to throb and pulsate, and swell even
larger as orgasm approached. The testicles that had been bouncing, slack and
empty, against my chin with each inward plunge, now seemed swollen and heavy. My
heart began to pound with yearning. It was so close! The beautiful penis that my
worshipping mouth adored so, was about to feed me its divine essence! My own
burning cock throbbed and pulsed in perfect unison. I could feel the scum in my
gloriously thrashed balls boiling in readiness for release.
The head of the huge penis flared wildly under my lashing tongue, and stars of
sheer ecstasy exploded in my brain when the first hot spurt gushed from its
slit, and bathed my gulping throat in musky man juice. My own prick pulsed
madly, and a stream of hot scum erupted from its tip and splashed lewdly onto my
sister's beautiful face. While my throat gulped down each powerful spurt with
eager joy, my gushing prick drenched my sister's face, and her avid tongue tried
desperately to scoop as much as she could into her own mouth, to savour and
swallow. The orgasms seemed to last forever, and I surrendered to the rapture of
my humiliation while I drank the spurting penis dry, and my balls were emptied
of their juices in a series of spectacular eruptions that had the audience
cheering wildly.
The moment I perceived that the explosions of the penis I drained were ebbing I
swallowed its entire length deep into my convulsing throat, and squeezed it
powerfully with my lips and tongue, drawing out ever last drop. At the same time
my sister's suspended nudity was dropped down a few inches and her mouth too was
able to swallow the full length of my own still spasming cock. Her lips and
tongue were equally avid, and efficient in milking my balls completely dry.
When it was all over, and the applause died down, our bodies were quickly freed
from bondage, and we knelt before the audience, our sated bodies glowing with
sweat and chests heaving with exhaustion. Master had us leashed, and led down
from the stage. Even now, as we were being led from the auditorium, I tried to
lap at the dangling penises of any dominant, or slave, that the attendant
allowed me to get too close to. After all this all I could think of was that my
mouth had no penis to worship, and my heart was breaking with a sense of loss.
The conditioning, brain washing perhaps more appropriate, that Master had
subjected me to had me begging every male into whose presence I was brought to
be permitted to suck his penis off for him, for months after the actual event.
My pleas were mostly ignored by Masters, but invariable acceded to by slaves.
Even now, years after the event, I still experience a deep yearning when I am in
the presence of a male, and if his penis is naked I can't stop myself from
begging to be allowed to suck it. My dreams are still exclusively filled with
images of me worshipping sacred penises, and draining divine testicles.
As promised, my public climaxes now involve me in fucking my sister in both cunt
and arsehole, being sucked off by her, and, of course, being whipped off. Being
the depraved whores that we are we, of course, make our perverted rutting as
exciting as possible for the watchers of our obscenity. I especially love it
when Master allows me to suck my own scum from her well fucked twat and arse
pits.
I am now frequently rented out to men's groups to suck penis at their
celebrations, much to my delight, and extreme humiliation. We even visited the
Arab in his country once. He had a new suck slave since the one I had beaten had
been castrated and shipped of to a brothel. That slave and I spent night after
night in the guards' dormitory sucking off the soldiers. We would start at
either end of the dormitory, and suck our way towards each other. When we met we
would slip into a sixty nine position, and suck each other off before continuing
on and sucking yet another load from each of the penises.
