Chapter 11 - A Male Fantasy - John's Story
I knelt, submissively, and naked, before Master, my hands clasped behind my
head, and my knees well spread. Tears trickled from the corners of my eyes and
ran down my cheeks while I contemplated the pain in my achingly stiff penis, and
the awful ache in my battered and bruised testicles. Master had just finished
punishing me for my despicable performance during a recent event where he had
put me to work sucking penis for a group of his male friends. Master had
inquired of the man who I was currently kneeling before whether I was sucking
his penis passionately enough for his pleasure. The man replied that he thought
that I was being wooden in my efforts, and that it appeared to him that I was
sucking like an automaton.
Master was furious. It didn't matter to him that this was the fiftieth penis I
had sucked off so far that evening. To him, and quite rightly too, I should be
as passionate, and devoted to the penis I worshipped with at least as much
enthusiasm as I had with the first I had sucked, even if it was the fiftieth,
hundredth, or even the thousandth, I had been honoured to suck in the session.
There was no excuse, and I knew that I would suffer terribly when Master got me
home. Needless to say, I renewed the ardor with which my mouth sucked on the
hot, hard penis, and soon its creamy essence was sliding down my gulping throat.
Master had commenced my punishment by administering a vicious thrashing to my
testicles with a multi stranded wire whip. He had then applied twenty brutal
strokes of the cane to the length of my penis, ten delivered to the top, and the
other ten to the more sensitive under side. The cruel punishment was completed
when Master flogged the spongy head of my abused penis with a vicious riding
whip. Master was leering down at me while he watched me suffer, then he
announced:
"Let that be a lesson to you, pig! When I honour you by permitting you to
worship dominant penis I expect nothing short of perfection. If a man wants a
mechanical suck, he'll buy himself a sex doll, but when he has a slave sucking
him, he should expect to be sucked with such passion that he'll remember his
pleasure for years afterwards. And don't think, hog, that this is to be the sum
of your punishment. Far from it, it is merely the beginning!" Master continued,
while I gazed up at him with pleading eyes.
"For the next week, every day, you are to be installed at my sex club. I have
had a special booth set up to contain you. For sixteen hours each day you will
worship and adore penis. You will verbally debase yourself before penis, and
pleasure penis with your mouth continually. You will be viewed by an audience
the entire time, and the members of that audience will be instructed to report
on any flagging, or less that total devotion and submission on your part. The
men who's penises you worship and pleasure will also be quizzed on your
performance. Needless to say any derogatory report, no matter how insignificant,
will result in punishment of truly awesome proportions for you."
My well punished penis throbbed with pain while my eyes pleaded with Master to
make my punishment even more degrading, and even more cruel. Master smirked down
at me, then continued, "Your arse will be made available to any who wish to
fuck, it free of charge, so I expect that it will be well used, and it had
better be on top form, or it will be whipped to shreds. And as for this," He
said, pointing down at my huge erection, "I have had made the severest chastity
pouch immaginable. Your slug, pig, will be kept in this restrictive fashion for
the entire week, only freed so you can piss once a day."
At this point a Whip Master entered the room leading my sister slave, who
crawled along behind him, her large tits swaying heavily with her lewdly mincing
gait. Master turned his attention to her as soon as the two were in the room.
"Bitch!" He instructed, "I want this pig's slug brought off over and over." He
announced, tapping the side of my penis with his whip, "I want these completely,
and utterly drained. Drained as they have never been before!" He continued,
slapping my abused testicles with the whip. "You have three hours, bitch, and
will be supervised by the Whip Master. He will punish you severely if he thinks
you are not doing a good job. Remember, bitch, you are not bringing the pig off
for his pleasure, but rather, you will be working to completely exhaust his
lurid prick slug, so that it is an appropriate state to be put into total
chastity."
Just before he left the room Master once again turned his attention to me. "I
can't have you having a normal prick slug to contemplate while you are
worshipping, pig! Your own putrid lust can not be allowed to distract you from
the reason for your perverted existence. To worship, adore, and submit utterly,
to dominant penis!" With that Master swept from the room. The Whip Master
quickly placed my nudity in total body bondage. When he was finished I couldn't
move a muscle. My head was placed in a total sensory deprivation helmet,
depriving me of sight, sound, taste, and the ability to communicate. My huge
penis arched out from my crotch completely at the mercy of my sister.
Without any delay my sister swallowed the entire length of my bursting penis in
her hot wet mouth. The lewd slave sucked with a passion, and I exploded with
ecstasy. She sucked and sucked until I flooded her throat with an ocean of ball
cream. This had no effect on her, she continued to suck, her fingers squeezing
my testicles insistently, and one hand stropping my penis stem while her tongue
lashed its swollen tip. Almost before I knew it I was hosing a fresh load of
penis juice down her gulping throat. The lewd bitch drove three fingers up my
arse while her insatiable mouth sucked me along towards a third explosion. I was
beside myself with pleasure, deprived of any distraction as I was.
My sister sucked and sucked, wanked and wanked, then sucked some more. I came
and came, and my testicles were beginning to ache fabulously. By the time the
efficient slut had extracted the fifth load, my testicles were swinging wildly
between my legs, with her insistent stropping. It obviously became more and more
difficult for her, the more times she made me come, and it had certainly become
less than pleasurable for me, to the point that it was becoming sheer torment.
At the end of the three hours the lewd whore had brought me off ten times, and I
was totally, and completely sexually exhausted.
When the helmet was removed from my head, and I was able to see once again I
found that my sister slave had already left, and I was alone with the Whip
Master. He grinned sadistically at me when he showed me the black patent leather
chastity. My heart pounded with dread at the ridiculously small pouch. How could
it contain my penis and testicles, even when they were as soft and exhausted as
they now were. My penis is nine inches long, and my testicles are each the size
of duck eggs. If this pouch were successfully to contain them then the whole
mass would be reduced to the size of a single duck egg.
The Whip Master, still grinning mockingly began to put the chastity on me. I
gazed down in wonder while he worked. He began by lacing the bottom of the pouch
tightly around the base of my penis, and behind my testicles. He then poked and
prodded my limp meat into the confines of the tiny leather pouch, lacing it up
as he went. He worked relentlessly, and soon my penis and testicles were being
savagely crushed and began to ache painfully, especially my soft, empty
testicles. With almost a cry of triumph the Whip Master tied off the laces, and
leant back to inspect his work. I stared down in total awe at what he had done.
Where once there had hung a penis, and a set of testicles the size of which I
was immensely proud, was now replaced by what looked like a small black bulb
that had been glued to my hairless crotch.
The terrible ache that had at first assailed me when my penis and testicles had
been so grotesquely squeezed into the tiny leather pouch had waned to a mere
irritation. What was infinitely more demeaning and degrading than the actual
discomfort was, of course, the ridiculous size that my captive sex had been
reduced to. Any one looking into my crotch now would think that I was almost a
neutered slave, rather than the hell hung one that I actually was. I found out
later that Master had been so pleased with my sister's excellent job of
softening me up so that this was even possible, that he decided to reward that
slut as well, and what a reward it was!
He had interrupted Mistress, who was casually whipping the slave's big tits for
her pure amusement. Then he had announced that she was to be transported to his
waterfront brothel forth with. He had already arranged, and publicized the fact
that a slave was to be installed in the brothel's gang banging room, and that
her services were to be free of charge for twelve hours. She was to be gang
fucked in all her lewd holes non stop for that entire time. There was to be no
let up what so ever, no rest for the bitch, period. He wanted her fucked so
thoroughly that she would be able to think of nothing else but the next stiff
cock to plunge into her slattern cooze, or to be driven up her spasming arse
pit, or to be plunged down her wildly gulping throat. My wanton sister would
have been beside herself with lust at Master's plans for her. She loved nothing
better, other than absorbing cruel punishment, than to be subjected to
relentless gang banging.
The cruel Whip Master did not even bother to remove me from my bondage after he
had put me into my grotesque chastity. He merely hefted my stringently bound
nudity, effortlessly, onto a shoulder, and carried me out to the limousine. I
was deposited, without ceremony, into the large rubber coated trunk of the car
for the trip to the club. While we drove through the city streets I contemplated
my fate while I lay in the dark interior of the trunk. The mere thought of what
was to befall me would normally have had my penis as stiff as steel, and
throbbing with uninhibited lust, but in my current state I began to actually
lose my frustration, and my mind slowly became much more attuned to performing
so exquisitely perversely, that Master would be as proud of me as he possibly
could.
We arrived at the club about a half an hour before opening time. Apart from the
Whip Master and I there were only two others present at that time. The room in
which I was to serve my punishment had already been set up, however, and what
had been done made me flush with delicious shame, and utter humiliation. The
tiny alcove that I was to occupy was, in fact, a small box like area. A large,
adjustable hole on one side, and a slightly smaller, but not adjustable one on
the other. The box like structure seemed to open up like a funnel above these
two holes, and it was what was above that really made me blush crimson.
A large circular viewing deck had been installed above the box so that an
audience would be able to view my disgrace. Master would probably make
considerable money from this for, no doubt, he would be charging a considerable
fee for patrons to watch, and listen, while I performed my obscene and perverted
worship. The Whip Master showed me the other sides of the two holes that graced
my box, just to make me aware of what was in store, to add to my sense of
depraved submission, I'm sure. Behind one hole was a large room with a bar, and
under the large hole there was a step which, when a man stood on it would
present his penis at the level of the hole. On the other side a strange sort of
harness had been set up. I imagined that a man would sit in it and when he
pulled the straps tight it would serve to thrust his crotch up to, and even
slightly through the hole in the box.
The Whip Master then took me into the weird box, and it became obvious why he
hadn't removed my bondage. My body was needed in that form of bondage to fit
appropriately in the box. First my arse slabs were thrust through the larger
hole until its edges prevented any further movement. The edges of the hole were
then tightened firmly around my flesh. When he had finished my arse was thrust
through the hole, and hovered above the step that I mentioned earlier. The
tightening of the hole around my cheeks caused then to widely split, baring,
obscenely, the well muscled ridge of my arse ring. Thus my arse was presented,
defenseless and open to any who might wish to fuck it. I now also knew why a
long cane had been hanging from a hook next to this hole. My poor arse slabs
were to be punished as well! This would only serve to attempt to take my mind
off my lewd worship. Well it wasn't going to work, I told myself petulantly!
A brace of straps supported my shoulders, and served to maintain my head, and
more importantly, my face, next to the other hole. I was left with a fair amount
of head movement, which pleased me immensely, for it meant that I could do
justice to the penises that were to be presented to me over the next week. The
Whip Master closed the small door to the box, and I was left in solitude to
contemplate my wanton and submissive fate. I waited with bated breath. My heart
pounded with eager anticipation. Oh, how delightfully humiliating it was going
to be! Oh, how utterly lewd and depraved my perverted worship would be! How
immaculately I intended to satisfy Master's expectations. I would be so
impeccably perverse, so thoroughly submissive, that he would be tempted to
double my sentence, just to enjoy my humiliation and shame!
While wild thoughts, such as these filled my consciousness, I waited for the
fabulously degrading ordeal to begin. Unmistakable sounds of activity began to
filter through to my box. The club had obviously just opened for business. My
pulse rate quickened markedly, and having my sex so brutally captive seemed to
heighten my eagerness, and anticipation. Sounds from above me heralded the
arrival of the first of the paying customers, and even though I was unable to
look up at them, never the less, my cheeks blushed crimson with my humiliation.
All that remained was for a penis to be presented at the hole before my face,
and it could begin!
Then it happened! My eyes were filled with the sight of a long, thick, limp,
black penis. A set of enormous sap filled testicles hung from the thick base of
the penis. My heart soared with sheer delight. The fabulous penis was soooooo
gorgeous! Sooooo manly and virile! I gazed at it in utter adoration, struck
silent, momentarily, by its exquisite beauty, its immaculate aroma, its sheer
manly eroticism! Then my mind kicked in in perfect submissive euphoria:
"Oh, exquisite penis!" I squealed in ecstasy, "Oh, divine, sacred, virile,
beautiful penis! I wallow in utter happiness in your holy presence! I submit my
slave carcass to you with every fibre of my existence, most hallowed penis! I
adore you with every beat of my heart, precious penis! I worship you from the
very depths of my servile soul, gorgeous penis! Your marvelous aroma, splendid
penis, is sending my adoring mind into utter rapture! Your marvelous thick stem
fabulous penis, your extraordinary beautiful, big, juicy head, splendid penis,
your big, sap filled testicles, superb penis, fill my adoring slave brain with
servile delight!" I cried out to the huge black penis hanging just an inch or
two away from my wide eyes.
I had immediately fell into my role, and nothing existed for me but wonderful
penis before me. I truly submitted my will to it and was adoring it, with all my
heart. So much so that when a hot penis head first nudged at my arse ring, then
was violently driven past that tight muscled orifice, and the full length of a
long, thick penis was driven to the depths of my arse pit, there was no real
reaction from me. The viewers of my humiliating worship would never have even
guessed that my arsehole was now being savagely raped. I marveled at Master's
knowledge of me as well, because the cruel chastity in which my own penis was
hopelessly captive did truly take my mind completely off my own sexuality. It
was as if I were a truly neutered slave, with no sexual urges of my own, such
was the efficiency of the grotesque chastity pouch.
"Oh, wonderful, manly, scared penis!" I continued. "I am your utterly
submissive, totally servile, immaculately adoring slave, and exist solely and
completely to provide you with your pleasures! Please! Please! Please, treasured
penis!" I begged with emotional pleas, "My slave mouth cunt longs to adore you!
My servile mouth cunt lips yearn to be stretched wide by the girth of your
magnificence! My slave mouth cunt slug hungers to lap your virile harness! The
slave gullet at the back of my subservient mouth cunt aches to squeeze your
succulent head for its rapture! Please! Please! Please, precious, precious
penis! Give me a sign that you will allow my yearning mouth cunt to worship your
magnificence! Please! Please! Please, adored, precious, precious penis, I was
born to suck you and suck you and suck you, then, when my adoring mouth cunt has
given you the pleasure it was born to do, to drink from your divine testicles,
sacred penis!"
The long thick penis twitched before my adoring eyes. I didn't really no whether
or not this was the sign that I had been begging for, but I chose to see it as
so. I didn't know if the man behind the wall of my box could actually hear me,
but I believed that he could, and the twitching of his slowly growing penis was
his way of telling me that I could suck his penis for him. In any case, I
reacted exactly as if this were so.
"Oh, precious penis! Oh saintly penis! Oh phenomenal penis, I will suck you with
all the passion and adoration immaginable! Oh, thank you lovely, beautiful,
manly, virile penis, for filling me with utter joy by granting me the privilege
of sucking you for your eternal pleasure! I vow! I promise! I pledge, astounding
penis, to suck you with every ounce of my passion, to demonstrate my perpetual
adoration of your magnificence! My slave being, gorgeous penis, is filled with
un-utterable happiness that you, dazzling penis, will permit me to taste your
succulence, to savour your luxuriant, manly, potent flavours! Oh, thank you,
sacred penis! Thank you, divine penis! Thank you, my one and only God, hallowed
penis! I love you! I adore you! I worship you!" I babbled, my voice cracking
with emotion.
With a surge of sheer elation, I craned my head forward, and kissed each of the
large testicles that rested at the base of the growing penis. When my lips met
the hot hairy skin of the testicles my heart pounded with submissive lust while
wave after wave of the most delicious humiliation consumed my consciousness
completely. And when I finally allowed my long, hot, wet tongue to tenderly lap
at their swollen masses, and my taste buds were flooded with the flavours of
dominant male sexuality, I thought that I would actually swoon with sheer
happiness.
I devotedly worshipped the hot testicles for at least five minutes, existing in
a sea of joy and exhilaration the whole time my devoted tongue lapped and laved,
and furled around the warm male eggs. Then it was time to move on to the main
event! The man's large penis had, by this time, and following my extended
pleasuring of his tasty testicles, grown to almost full erection, and arched out
from his crinkley haired crotch like the mast of a ship. My heart pounded and
pulsated with wanton and submissive lust while I stared adoringly at the huge
pole of male sexuality. By now so totally immersed in my bizarre and deliciously
perverted devotion to the penis I could only wonder at the benevolence of
Master, to allow me this almost ethereal boon, to utterly debase myself to
penis, but more importantly, to be so privileged as to be allowed to suck the
lovely penis for its pleasure.
The fact that a rapt audience was eagerly witnessing my perverse submission, and
my utterly obscene worship only added, immeasurably, to my servile enthusiasm.
Helplessly, my long tongue swept over the velvety plumb of the fabulous penis,
and my taste buds were again inundated with the luscious flavours of ripe,
aroused male sexuality. The pre-cum, now seeping profusely from the slit at the
tip of the swollen penis head, trickled into my mouth, and I savoured its spicy
tang with real happiness. Then I withdrew my tongue, initially to prepare to
suck the penis fully into my adoring mouth, but I couldn't stop myself from
voicing my sheer joy first.
"Oh precious, treasured, utterly extraordinary penis!" I cried passionately. "I
knew that you would taste delicious! I knew that your juicy head would fill my
servile cunt mouth with luscious, manly flavours of utterly exquisite
excellence! Precious, precious, precious penis! My adoring cunt mouth will suck
you tenderly, for your delight, suck you deeply for your dominance, suck you
passionately, for your pleasure! My worshipping cunt mouth will suck you, and
suck you, and suck you, and suck you, until it sucks your pleasure from you and
you fill its adoring gullet with the divine, sacred, treasured elixir of your
potent, virile, manly testicles! Only then, priceless penis, only then,
sensational penis, only when your succulent essence is flowing down my
worshipping throat, will my reason for existence be finally fulfilled, will my
submissive happiness be complete, will my reason for living be realised, adored
and utterly worshipped penis!"
I closed my gaping lips around the fabulous penis head with sensations of utter
adoration filling my mind completely. I was so helplessly attuned to my sexual
humiliation at that instant that I could not even conceive of a place that I
would rather be. I lived to suck virile, dominant penis! I was sure that I would
die of sheer sadness if my mouth was not filled with the hot, stiff, throbbing
meat of manly penis! I was in a place where paradise consisted of stiff, hot,
pulsating penis, with my servile mouth sucking passionately on it. I could exist
for the rest of my life in these circumstances, and would feel nothing but
immaculate joy.
I sucked the juicy head of the penis with unreserved passion, lashing it
tenderly with my agile tongue, teasing its dilated slit with the tip of my
tongue, then squeezing it warmly with my furled tongue. Then my passion got the
better of me, and I slowly, and exquisitely, began to swallow the penis into my
throat. I thrilled with submissive delight while the strong stalk crept down my
throat until, with stars of ecstasy exploding in my servile brain, my nose was
pressed firmly into the hairy flesh of the man's lower belly, my chin was
pressed against the swollen masses of his tightly packed testicles, and my lips
were spread unbelievably widely, around the thick, pulsating base of the
fabulous penis.
The huge penis filled my mouth and throat completely. My tongue wriggled
passionately against its stiff, hot, throbbing stem, and my throat gulped
helplessly at its swollen head. I was in sheer heavenly paradise! My adoring
mouth was filled to capacity with a gorgeous penis! My throat writhed
uncontrollably around the juicy head of the divine penis! What slave could not
but wallow in such perverse joy? What slave could comprehend anything at
deliciously submissive as this? Could any slave wish to be reduced to any more
delightfully submissive circumstances. I could spend the rest of my existence in
this utterly perverted euphoria!
The need to draw breath was the only thing that made my throat relinquish its
passionate hold on the glorious head of the penis. I would have happily allowed
myself to die with that fabulous penis buried down my wildly convulsing throat.
But if I did that I would not be able to continue to suck the penis, would I?
And I craved the humiliation and shame that sucking penis, especially with the
eagerly watching audience was engendering in me more than anything else in the
world. So I allowed its pulsating length to slowly escape once again, until I
could draw a ragged breath, then plunged my worshipping mouth back down,
thrilling to the sensational feeling of the pulsating stem, the throbbing head
filling my mouth so wonderfully, and stretching my throat so powerfully.
I set up a rhythm of plunging my adoring mouth up and down on the gorgeous
penis, my wriggling tongue lapped and laved every centimeter of the hot hard
stem, and passionately squeezed the spongy meat of the penis's succulent head on
each and every outward movement. On about the tenth plunge of the fabulous penis
I could no longer contain myself, and I allowed the penis to fully escape the
warm embrace of my worshipping mouth, and cried out in utterly adoring tones, by
this time completely oblivious to the audience that viewed my sexual shame, and
immaculate submission.
"Oh, treasured penis!" I cried, "Oh, precious penis! I adore you! I worship you
with every fibre of my being! I knew! I knew, magnificent penis! I just knew
that you would taste delicious! Your delectable flavours are consuming me
completely, treasured penis! I cannot live without your acceptance of my utter
submission to your magnificence, Godly penis! Oh, gorgeous, wondrous, fabulous,
phenomenal, precious, precious, precious penis, you have filled my servile slave
existence with immaculate joy! By permitting me, a base sexual slave to worship
in your sacred presence, holy penis, you have filled my with unimaginable
happiness! I exist, precious penis! My entire reason for being, sacred penis, is
to administer to your pleasure! Oh, adorable penis, I love you so much that my
heart aches with the joy and happiness that consumes me because you, splendid
penis, are allowing me to use my obscene cunt mouth to demonstrate my adoration
of you!"
I continued on and on with my perverted raving until the sheer yearning to
engulf the long, thick, stiff, hot penis arching out before my adoring eyes back
into my worshipping mouth became to intense to be denied any longer, and I
plunged my mouth down on the penis, and sucked at it with every ounce of sexual
passion and utterly joyous submission that I possessed. The huge penis throbbed
wildly in my passionately sucking mouth as I drove it inexorably towards the
inevitable eruption. That cataclysmic event, or at least the anticipation of it,
soon consumed my mind completely. I sucked and sucked, my entire concentration
now fixed on bringing the penis to its climactic explosion, my undivided focus
on the flood of aromatic man juice that the full, tight testicles standing out,
swollen and lust filled, at the base of the throbbing sex stalk that my chin
pressed so firmly against each time my mouth engulfed the entire length of the
wildly throbbing penis, would gush down my adoring throat.
On one particularly passionate downward thrust I felt the unmistakable jerk of
the penis, and knew that its explosion was finally upon me. I drew my stretched
lips back with elated anticipation until only the thick head of the pulsating
penis remained in my passionately sucking mouth. My eager tongue lapped and
laved the spongy meat with feral intensity, then it happened, and I basked in
the joy of the pleasure I had given to the fabulous penis I had so ardently
worshipped. A torrent of penis elixir spurted hotly from the tip of the
exploding penis, and bathed the back of my gulping throat in that delicious,
virile juice. My heart exploded in sheer ecstasy! My brain erupted in stars of
delight while a second, then a third, then a forth spurt splashed into my
gullet, and I savoured, and swallowed each one with growing joy. I drank the
penis dry, savouring every drop of succulent man juice in utter rapture.
My mouth was alive with joy. My taste buds were completely inundated with the
rich, ripe flavours of virile manly joy juice. I was in slave heaven, doing what
I was born to do, to consume the scared essence of superior penis. My emotions
were confused when I realised that the penis had ceased its climactic eruptions,
confused between the sheer joy of having pleasured the magnificent penis so
delightfully, and the sheer despondency that the realisation that it had
surrendered all it had to give, and I would now no longer be able to wallow in
the sheer submissive heaven I had entered when it was still gushing out its
pleasure, and feeding my insatiable mouth with the evidence of its pleasure.
I dove my mouth down one final time, swallowing the entire length of the slowly
wilting penis. I compressed my lips strongly around the penis's softening girth,
then withdrew them, squeezing out every last drop of the divine testicle juice I
had so avidly sucked for, savoring the final dregs ecstatically. Then the penis
was surrendered, and I gazed adoringly at its softened length, and at the
softened testicles that now hung, empty, at its base.
"Oh, darling penis!" I almost sobbed out in utter submission, "Oh, precious,
precious penis, you have filled my slave heart with utter bliss! You have
swamped my immaculately servile soul with unimagined happiness! Mere words are
inadequate to express the depths of my gratitude to you, most adored and
treasured penis, for the gift of being permitted to worship in your peerless
presence, divine penis, to have been permitted to suck you for your pleasure,
sweet penis, to have been granted the gift of the sacred elixir of your holy
testicles, adored penis, to savour, then swallow into my yearning, slave belly
your succulent juices, holy penis. I can only express my gratitude and utter
joy, and pray that my unworthy mouth has somehow managed to do justice to you. I
thank you from the bottom of my heart, precious penis, and long to serve you
again, and again, and again, forever, darling, darling penis!"
I babbled on and on while muted sounds, and small movements from behind the wall
of my box heralded the imminent departure of the man whose penis I had so
ardently worshipped. My mind was filled with a sense of dreadful loss that the
penis was about to be withdrawn. This outpouring of emotion made my words take
on an ever more passionate quality, as if by them alone I could force the penis
to remain. So intense was my focus that hardly even a whimper escaped from my
lips when my arse cheeks exploded in pain. Some one was viciously whipping the
trapped, and defenseless mounds as they protruded from the rear of my display
box. The person wielding the whip laid ten or so hard strokes until my arse
slabs felt as though they were on fire. The only evidence that I might be
suffering that was offered to the crowd above, if they happened to notice, would
have been two tear drops that trickled from the corners of my eyes.
The penis then disappeared from my sight, and I was filled with sadness, my
submissive mind in a turmoil of despondency. Then my heart surged with refreshed
joy, for I realised that a new penis, fresh, and full, would soon be taking the
spent one's place. I couldn't wait! And soon my mouth was uttering words of
welcome, begging and pleading for a new penis to worship and adore! A new penis
to submit to! A fresh penis to pleasure! A fresh penis to suck the juice from!
Then it arrived! It wasn't an especially big, or particularly beautiful penis,
as penises go. But to my fevered mind it was the most alluring penis in the
universe, and I began to verbally adore, and worship it as so. After an eon of
humiliating verbal submission I sucked the sweet adorable juices from this penis
with the same ardent gusto as the one that had preceded it. My arse was fucked
over and over, being sucked empty of the accumulated juices of the penises it
drained by a slave mouth each time it became too sloppy. This was interleaved
with numerous arse whippings that kept my masochistic juices flowing nicely.
Penis after penis was presented to me, and I adored, worshipped, then sucked
each with equal, if not ever growing, submissive elation. I was truly in slave
paradise. Master knew me so well. Knew that I lived to suffer! Knew that I
yearned to exist in a state of sexual humiliation! Knew that I craved sucking
manly penis so much! Longed to wallow in that special brand of shame and
humiliation!
I sucked so many penises that I lost count. Swallowed so much testicle cream
that my belly began to feel uncomfortably filled. At the end of each night I was
attended to by Master's faithful servant. I was bathed and fed, then allowed to
relieve myself. The freezing rod soon had my penis in a state that allowed it to
be repackaged into the grotesque chastity once again, before my body was
re-installed into the box for the day's activity. My brain had become so finely
attuned to my humiliating task that, even when not in the box and actually
performing, I continued to voice my utter adoration of penis, my immaculate
submission to wondrous penis, my continued focus on the delicious task of
sucking penis for its pleasure, and, of course, my utter joy at the instant that
a flood of man juice fed my insatiable appetite for such a gift.
On the third day, I think, the penis of a transsexual was presented to me. I
knew that the penis was that of a feminised male because of its small size, and
the nature of the tiny testicles that nestled so cutely at its base. The fork of
the transsexual was shaved clean, except for a heart shaped tuft of fine hair
that was left on the lower belly, immediately above the little penis. I didn't
know, of course, whether or not the transsexual was a slave, but surmised that
he probably wasn't because they was no evidence in his crotch of submission,
either in the form of rings, or tattoos decorating his sex.
I gazed in awe at the little penis drooping so alluringly over the little eggs
at its slender base. The penis was the size of a forefinger in both thickness
and length, and the head was as perfectly shaped as any I had ever gazed upon.
Its little testicles were perfectly round, and the size of agate marbles. I
wondered at the hormone treatment this man had used to transform, and feminise
his body. Most transsexuals who still retained the evidence of their male
sexuality that I had seen before had tended to have testicles that had wizened
up to the size and consistency of dried up walnuts. I hoped and prayed that this
one did not plan on having his male sex removed, it would be a crime to see a
penis and testicles as lovely as the ones that I stared at in complete devotion
cease to exist. With such thoughts flashing through my mind, I began my verbal
worship, and immaculate submission.
"Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty penis!" I cried in sheer joy, "Oh, pretty penis, you
are the most beautiful, beautiful, beautiful penis it has ever been my privilege
to gaze upon! I exist! I am! I will for ever be your utterly adoring,
immaculately worshipping, impeccably submissive slave gloriously beautiful,
precious, precious, precious penis!" My voice was cracking with emotion as I
continued to declare my adoration of, and submission to the heavenly penis of
the transsexual, and my heart was literally aching with a yearning to suck it.
Somehow, however, I managed to control that yearning for a time. My abject, and
humiliating verbal adoration of the penis serving to enhance that longing, until
it had developed into a craving that a fixless heroin addict could only dream
of.
"Oh, pretty penis! Precious penis! Treasured, sacred, Godly, superb penis!" I
sobbed imploringly, "Please! Please! Please! Please, scared, holy, divine
beautiful, beautiful penis, permit my slave mouth cunt to visit upon your
peerless beauty the exquisite pleasure that you so richly deserve, and that I,
scared penis, unworthy as I am, am born to impart! Allow my lewd, and utterly
submissive mouth cunt, utterly divine, and immaculately precious penis, to
wallow in the luscious flavours of your gloriousness, to drink the sacred elixir
of your fabulously beautiful testicles! Please let me, treasured penis! Please
permit me, precious penis! Please, please, please, allow me to suck you, pretty,
pretty, pretty, precious, precious, precious, penis!" I begged, my heart
pounding with submissive lust.
Such was my single minded focus on the gorgeous little penis that was the object
of my adoration that I hardly even noticed that a new, and particularly large
penis had speared my tight anal ring, and had plunged its throbbing length into
the hot depths of my writhing arsehole. This didn't mean, of course, that my
submissive arsehole didn't endeavor to visit the ultimate pleasure on the big
penis that was violating it so wonderfully, it did, as if it had a mind of its
own. In fact, the fact that my arse slabs were still burning from a recent,
savagely applied thrashing didn't even affect my adoration of the tiny penis
before my eyes. Indeed, it made my worshipping utterances even more submissive
and heart felt.
The crotch of the transsexual seemed to edge forward, presenting his lovely
little penis to me with ever more ardor seemed to me to be the signal that he
would allow me to worship his penis in a more significant fashion than mere
words of servile adoration. My heart burst with delight, and I opened my mouth
wide and engulfed the transsexual's penis and testicles in one swoop. I almost
swooned with happiness when my mouth was full of male sexuality. It is so
gorgeous to suck on small penis. You can use your mouth and tongue to the
fullest possible extent in your endeavors to pleasure the penis, so much easier
than if the penis you worship is so large that you can only employ one of your
sucking talents at a time. The downside, of course, is that a small penis can't
engender the delicious feeling of subjugation that a large one does.
I sucked on the soft little penis with all the adoring passion that I could
muster, wallowing helplessly in the sheer humiliation of it. My tongue lapped
and laved at the length of the stalk, and squeezed the velvety head in joy, and
teased the tiny testicles at its base with tender devotion. After about five
minutes of continuous stimulation the little penis began to slowly, but surely
respond to my efforts, and began to stiffen in my mouth. As soon as I perceived
this, my mouth and tongue redoubled their efforts, and soon the little penis was
as stiff as steel, and I sucked at it with utter bliss, but then, remembering my
charter, reluctantly allowed it to escape from the adoring confines of my
worshipping mouth so that I could again verbally adore it and, of course, so
that the eagerly watching audience could see the results of my devotions.
"Oh, precious, precious, precious penis!" I sobbed in immaculate joy. "You are
sooooo beautiful! Sooooo Beautiful! I am filled with utter delight at being
permitted to gaze upon your beauty, sacred penis. To be allowed to worship your
glorious magnificence with my utterly submissive, and totally unworthy lips and
tongue are boons beyond my imagination! I adore you, treasured penis! I worship
you with every fibre of my being! I live for your pleasure, precious, pretty
penis! You deserve, priceless penis, to be sucked for your pleasure, and my
utterly servile and immaculately submissive cunt mouth would happily suck you
for all eternity! I will suck you passionately, treasured penis! I will suck you
tenderly, sacred penis! I will suck you adoringly, holy penis! I will suck you
devotedly, lord penis! I will suck you, and suck you, and suck, and suck you,
and suck you! Your pleasure is the only reason for my sucking cunt mouth to
exist, precious, precious, treasured, treasured penis!"
I babbled on and on in this fashion until I perceived that the feminised penis
was beginning to lose some of its stiffness. Then, with a renewed surge of
delight pervading my captive nudity, I again sucked the little penis into my hot
wet mouth and began to suck its delicious length with the utmost passion and
devotion. I sucked at the throbbing penis until it pulsated in my mouth, and
grew hotter and hotter. I could see the smooth belly of the transsexual
beginning to quiver with his growing pleasure, and became even more passionate
in my devotions until the stalk began to jerk against my wildly flicking tongue
and I realised that orgasm was imminent.
Then it happened! My heart almost exploded with rapture! A thin stream of the
most delicious, utterly luscious penis cream flowed from the tip of the
transsexual's penis, and washed over my adoring tongue. I savoured the delicious
flavours with joy unbounded, being sure to allow the spurting penis to escape
from my worshipping mouth at least once, so that the viewers could see it spurt
a small stream onto my protruding tongue, before again enveloping it and sucking
it with avid hunger. The penis wilted all too soon and my mouth drained it like
a vacuum cleaner. I couldn't get enough of the succulent cream it surrendered to
my eager mouth, and swallowed the fluid with stars of ecstasy exploding in my
brain. I sucked the penis completely dry then, with extreme reluctance, allowed
the now soft, limp tube to flop out of my mouth.
With the scrumptious after taste of the transsexual's testicle juice still fresh
in my mouth I cried out in sheer, pleading helplessness, "Oh divine, sacred,
hallowed penis! I adore you! I love you! I can't express my gratitude to you in
terms that describe my sheer happiness that you have fed me the savored elixir
of your fabulous testicles! Please! Please! Please, precious, precious, precious
penis! Don't go! Don't go! Please, wondrous penis, stay and allow me to worship
and adore you for all eternity!" I pleaded in helpless emotion while the
transsexual was removed from his position.
My heart almost broke with anguish when, finally, the penis was removed from my
sight. This emotion didn't last, of course, because almost before I knew it a
fresh penis filled my gaze, and the whole ritual began once again. On and on it
went. I lost all concept of passing time, hardly even noticing when I was fed,
and my bodily functions were attended to. When I slept my dreams were filled
with images of penis worship, of submission to wonderful, virile manly penis, of
the sheer joy of dreaming of powerful streams of aromatic testicle juice
splashing into my gulping throat. Nothing existed for me, except for penis.
Towards the end of my period of service the penis of a slave was presented to
me. I knew that the penis was a slaves for a couple of reasons. Firstly, unlike
most, it was already stiff when it appeared before my eyes. Secondly, it stood
in a completely hairless fork. Thirdly, the testicles that stood out from its
base were not only immaculately clean of hair, but were also fabulously swollen,
clear evidence that the slave had been subjected to numerous dry climaxes, in
preparation for me to have to drain them. And finally, above the base of the
raging erection, tattooed words on the smooth skin of the slave's lower belly
announced, 'Slave Prick'.
Oh how deliciously degrading! How delightfully demeaning! How utterly
humiliating! Its gorgeously shameful to adore, worship, and suck so submissively
on the penis of a dominator. But to be forced to submit so immaculately to the
penis of another slave! To debase yourself before the penis of a servile
chattel! To become, for all intents and purposes, a slave to the penis of a
slave! To worship it so degradingly! To adore it so servilely! To suck it so
passionately! To drink the offal from its fat, swollen testicles! It was so
deliciously demeaning that it had my submissive juices boiling with sheer
masochistic lust! Master is so deliciously cruel! He knows me so well! He knew
that I would be driven to the absolute depths of servile humiliation,
worshipping, adoring, and finally sucking another slave's penis while watched by
an eager audience, who would thrill to my immaculate degradation.
As if by unseen command my arse slabs exploded in pain as a new thrashing began
to be brutally inflicted on their trapped masses. Master had thought of
everything! I was sure that Master had somehow, unseen, orchestrated this. It
would be just like him to have me savagely punished while I submitted so
obscenely to the penis of a slave! He just knew how much such a depraved act
would shame me, thrill me to my core, subject my joyously submissive soul to the
immaculate depths of impeccable debauchery. With these thoughts flashing through
my mind, I began my obscene litany to the stiff, hot penis standing so proudly
and inch away from my adoring eyes.
"Oh fabulous, stunning, marvelous, phenomenal penis!" I squealed in utter
rapture, my submissive brain singing with delicious shame. "Even though you may
be attached to the fork of a slave, wondrous penis, I still adore you with every
fibre of my being! Oh, extraordinary, penis! You stand so proud and virile, and
manly before my adoring eyes, and force my joyous submission to your potent
magnificence so powerfully, that I am helpless with devotion, helpless with
sheer submissive elation that you, stunningly powerful, utterly dominant penis
should allow me to worship you, to adore you, to love you, but most of all,
treasured penis, to submit to your potent manliness! Oh precious, treasured
penis, the slave whose lewd fork supports you must be lucky beyond imagining
that a penis as potent and powerful as you allows his carcass to be sustained by
you!"
While I continued on with my obscene prattle my brain became totally immersed in
my devotion, and my arse cheeks throbbed with pain as the whip fell on them with
relentless precision, and brutal force. "Oh please! Please! Please! Powerful,
potent, virile, manly, dominating penis! I beg you! Accept my servile surrender
to your splendor! Allow my servile cunt mouth to suck your wondrous meat! Permit
my adoring cunt mouth to suck for your pleasure! Let my yearning belly feed on
the succulent essence that packs your stunningly beautiful testicles! Oh,
fabulous penis, I will die with utter despair if you don't permit my adoring
cunt mouth to suck the pleasure from you! I will suck you with all the devotion
that my servile maw is capable of, precious penis! My lewd submissive mouth cunt
will drink you potent elixir with utter rapture should you, treasured penis,
desire to feed it to me! Please, precious penis, let me suck you! Please,
treasured penis, allow me to suck you! I long to suck you! I yearn to suck you!
Please, potent penis, please, please, please!"
The penis jerked visibly before my utterly adoring eyes, and that was all the
prompting that I needed. My heart surged with joy as my gaping mouth closed over
the juicy head of the slave's hot stiff penis, and my taste buds were inundated
with its luscious flavours. I sobbed with delight while my stretched lips slowly
crept down the length of the throbbing penis until they were ovalled around its
thick base, and my nose was pressed firmly into the hard muscled belly of the
slave, and my chin was nudging insistently on the smooth swollen masses of his
bursting testicles.
I knew that those testicles, so swollen and bursting with sap, would feed me an
ocean of that manly narcotic that I yearned for so much. My own lewd passion had
taken complete control of my actions. I sucked the throbbing penis with such
passion that I was almost neglecting its pleasure. I needed to drink from it.
That was all that mattered to me. I could not live without its precious juices
bathing my adoring throat. I sucked and sucked and sucked! The penis throbbed
and pulsated in my mouth. Pre-cum drooled from its tip while my throat muscles
writhed against the spongy flesh. My mouth worked and worked, my tongue lapped
and laved, and my throat squeezed and squeezed, until the slave had no hope of
denying me. I knew that I was being selfish, and that if Master found out I
would be made to suffer terribly for my sin, but I was also aware that a slave
who had just been sucked so gorgeously was highly unlikely to complain about
another slave, so I continued on until the penis literally exploded in my
worshipping mouth.
I had realised, immediately prior to the powerful eruption, that it was
imminent, and had moved my mouth back so that I sucked passionately only on the
head of the pleasure filled penis. My heart erupted with joy when the first
spurt, so powerful and profuse, that I was unable to swallow it quickly enough,
hit the back of my throat. The stream of juice was so volumous that it caused my
cheeks to actually balloon as my mouth was literally filled to bursting point
with rich, creamy, musky male juice. I swallowed wildly, not just because I
loved to, but also to make room in my mouth for the inevitable next potent
ejaculation. I just managed to do so as the second spurt bathed my gulping
throat. Then the third, and a forth, and a fifth, each as powerful, and profuse,
as its predecessor. I found myself drinking down the flood with feral happiness.
The slave did indeed have an ocean to feed me, and I drank every last drop as if
it were the ambrosia of the Gods and, of course, to me it was.
It took the slave almost a minute before his climax finally ebbed away, and I
gasped for breath while savouring the aftermath of his orgasm. My lips squeezed
every last drop from the slave's slowly softening pole of servile lust. I let
the penis escape, and after the mandatory expressions of gratitude to it, it was
removed from my sight.
I spent the week in such activity, and was filled with despondency when it was
finally over, and I was transported back to Master's mansion. I was installed on
my slave mat in front of Master's throne, with my naked sister slave kneeling
off to one side, and the Whip Master, dressed as always in his severe leather,
and armed with our special supple leather penis whip, stood to one side of
Master's throne. Both my slave sister, and I knelt in the obscene submission
posture, our legs spread wide, our aroused sexes thrust out wantonly towards our
dominant owner, and our hands clasped firmly behind our heads. The grotesque
chastity pouch had been removed from my penis and, as I knelt, spread legged
before the throne my penis ached out achingly stiff from my hairless fork.
Master sat on his throne and gazed down mockingly at my obscene display.
"Pig!" Master exclaimed, "I'm mightily pleased with you! Mightily pleased! The
club has had its best trading week since it was opened, and your performance was
largely responsible!" I glowed with pride at Master's praise, and ever so
imperceptibly, shimmied my hips so that my aching penis waved at him in
deference. "Now, your reward, pig, enjoy!" He chortled, nodding to Whip Master.
My heart began to race for I knew what was in store. The cruel Whip Master
unfurled the long flexible strap of the penis whip and stood adjacent to my
shivering nudity. After carefully adjusting his stance the strong punished drew
back the whip, then brought it flashing towards my standing penis.
A shriek of terrible hurt was wrenched from my gaping mouth when the smooth
leather sliced into the stem of my arching penis, and the pole of servile lust
erupted in pain. The Whip Master wasted no time in applying the next brutally
delivered stroke, and my squeal of pain and suffering accompanied it almost
involuntarily. Stroke after savage stroke was delivered with unerring accuracy,
and inhuman force, up and down the length of my tormented penis. My squawks and
wails of pain soon filled the air, but my brain was buzzing with masochistic
delight. My savagely whipped penis throbbed with pain that was transformed to
sheer exquisite ecstasy when it erupted in my brain. My wide eyes stared
adoringly at Master, pleading for release, but being the eternally sadistic
dominator, of course, he made me wait, enjoying my suffering, my squeals and
shrieks of hurt and anguish music to his ears.
"Spit, pig!" He snapped, when he was satisfied that I had suffered enough. My
wails of anguish instantly became shrieks of ecstasy as my battered penis
exploded. Stream after stream of creamy white penis cream gushed from its flared
tip, each eruption flying high into the air, before splashing wetly down onto
the polished wood of the floor. Even as my penis was spurting my slave sister
crawled around, her lovely smooth arse cheeks high and her big, soft, stiff
teated tits crushed into the floor, and lapped up my penis juice.
The cruel Whip Master thrashed my climaxing penis savagely, until the strength
of its eruptions began to wane, then he resumed his position beside Master's
throne. I sobbed and sobbed while coming down from the heady masochistic heights
that I had been so sadistically driven to. My swollen, well whipped penis hardly
softened at all, and soon became as achingly stiff has it been at the start of
my ordeal when my slave sister, having completed her task of cleaning my mess up
from the floor, furled her soft tongue around its tormented stem, and began to
soothe the burning with its softly wriggling warmth.
The gorgeous slave girl knelt low between my spread thighs and lapped up and
down my throbbing length with apparent delight. When she was satisfied that she
had both cleaned the residue of my climax from the stiff stalk, and had eased
its pain as much as was possible, she the swallowed the entire length into her
lewd mouth, and sucked passionately on it. I sobbed with pleasure while the lewd
slut sucked me. She sucked and sucked until I was once again hovering on the
edge of climax. Then panted and gasped, and struggled valiantly not to disgrace
myself by erupting in her mouth without permission.
Master watched us perform with a leer of mocking superiority on his handsome
face. He made me wait for what seemed to be an eternity before he finally put me
out of my ecstatic misery, "Feed the bitch, pig!" He cried, "Pour your slave
scum down the obscene slut's wanton throat! Feed her, pig!" Even before his
degrading command had echoed into silence I keened in sheer ecstasy, and my
throbbing penis erupted in the eagerly working mouth of my sister slave. My
penis spewed out its creamy juices in a seemingly never ending torrent of juice,
and she, the lewd harlot that she is, drank down each and every drop, and
squeezed out the dregs when eventually my climax ebbed.
Once she had drained me completely my sister slave resumed her position before
Master's throne, her tongue busily cleaning her lips of my ball cream, and a
look of sheer contentment creasing her lovely features. My sister slave is
indeed a wanton harlot who loves nothing better than debasing her beautiful body
in sexual submission. Master rose from his throne after a few minutes of silent
contemplation of us, his submissively displayed slaves, then left the room, and
we were returned to our Spartan quarters.
From that day on Master used me in this fashion quite frequently at his sex
club. My performance was so lucrative that I found myself in that bizarre box
for extended periods, worshipping, adoring, and passionately sucking penis for
the entertainment of his paying customers. The periods were never as long as the
initial one, being generally of about two or three days duration. My slave
sister loved these periods of service by me for she was always used to render my
penis into the state required for the terrible chastity that I had to wear, and,
of course, she was always ruthlessly efficient at her task, or at least her
wanton mouth was. She, naturally, continued to be rewarded for her efforts by
serving in the gang fucking room of the club for the same period that I
performed my own lewd and humiliating service.
Indeed, not long after that first episode Master became so enamored with the
sheer deliciousness of the humiliation and submission that I suffered when
forced to perform so obscenely that he has taken to yet another method of
reducing me to the status of a disgraced sex slut. He allows me to dress almost
normally, but with no underclothes of course, and with my penis captured in
stringent chastity, then accompany him to one of the city's larger shopping
malls. He then picks out males at random from the crowds shopping there, and we
approach them. When he has a man's attention he introduces me, "My dear fellow,"
He always says with a teasing smile, "Allow me to introduce this," He continues,
pointing to me, "My lewd and lecherous sex slave!"
I would stand there, my cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment and
humiliation, while the target of Master's entertainment would react with a
mixture of sheer shock, and disbelief. Before the target has time to recover,
and react, Master would quickly continue, "The obscene pig has a request to make
of you." Then it would be my turn, and putting on my most pleading and wheedling
voice, I would beg lasciviously, "Please, Sir! Please, Sir, would you permit me
to suck off your lovely, virile penis? I would love to be on my knees sucking
your wonderful hot, stiff, penis Sir! Please, Sir! Please, Sir!"
Once the target male had recovered from his initial shock the vast majority of
reactions were ones of disgust and horror, and the target would storm off. But
on enough occasions I found myself in the public toilets, on my knees, with a
throbbing penis in my eagerly sucking mouth, to satisfy my submissive and
lecherous needs. I loved the sheer shame of it, and was in submissive ecstasy
when the penis I so ardently sucked surrendered to my erotic skills, and sprayed
my mouth with a deluge of spicy man juice.
Needless to say Master, with his highly developed sense of warped justice,
blamed me for all of the males who stormed off without acceding to my pleas. He
took to punishing me for each failure once we had returned home. One stroke of
the cane to the sensitive underside of my stiff penis for each man that refused
to allow me to suck the cream from his stiff, hot penis. This normally meant
somewhere around twenty or so strokes, and I relished every one, because they
were so richly deserved. I knelt before Master, after each trip to the mall, and
begged and pleaded for him to have Whip Master cane my stiff penis with the
utmost cruelty. Then, after each stroke was brutally delivered, and after my
shrieks of hurt had ebbed sufficiently, I would cry out in utter desperation,
"Please! Please! Please! Please, adored Whip Master! You must cane my lewd prick
slug harder! Cane it harder! Harder! Master must see me suffer, and suffer, and
suffer! Master allowed me to offer to suck so many penises today, and I failed
him so often by not convincing the men that they should permit me to suck their
adorable penises off. It was all my fault, darling Whip Master! All my fault! I
did not beg and plead with sufficient submissive and wanton lust to convince
them! Even though I yearned to suck each and every penis for Master, I did not!
Now, darling Whip Master, you must cane me mercilessly so that I may atone for
my disgraceful performance! Please cane my stiff prick stalk hard!"
