Chapter 13 - A Day at the Races - John's Story
The small race track that we had seen on our very first tour of the chateau, and
that had filled us with such wonder, was officially opened about two months
after we had arrived. The delay in having the first 'meeting' was brought about
by the need to design, and have built the chariots that the "horses" would be
forced to pull around the small circular track. The chateau sluts, both males
and females, and, of course, June and I were the 'horses' that would be used.
The three sluts, of either sex, would race against the members of their own
sexes, and June and I would compete against each other.
Obviously handicaps were needed to equalise the obvious strength differences
between June and I, to make it a fair contest when we raced. To achieve this two
basic rules were implemented. The first of these was designed purely to slow me
down a little, regardless of the other. This one ensured that my testicles would
be subjected to the equivalent of dragging a two kilogram weight while I raced.
Master considered that this would serve sufficiently to reduce my natural
advantage over my slave sister. The second was the appointment of two
'handicappers', one to each of us. In keeping with Master's sadistic humour
June's handicapper was a strongly homosexual male member, and mine one of the
most virulent, man hating lesbians in the chateau's membership. The two , after
applying handicaps, then swapped, and served as our drivers.
The appointment of these two, of course, was almost as important as the actual
race to the membership, because they were to dream up the most bizarre and
painful methods of handicapping June and I for each race we contested. The
members wagered quite large sums on the races, and each of our handicappers,
while observing some limits which Master set, were able to apply handicaps to
each of us, to the wildest depths of their imaginations. June and I raced five
times at a normal meeting. After each race the winner was granted a prize. If
June won she was permitted to feast on the pussy of my lesbian handicapper, and
if I won I was allowed to suck the delicious cream from the penis of June's
handicapper. It was the thought of winning this waiting prize that urged us on,
as much as the competitive nature we both possessed. The nature of the race
prize, of course, also ensured that the two handicapper's were competing as
vigorously as we were.
The two handicappers chosen were picked, as much because they were of similar
strength and stature, as for their inherent sadism. This was to make sure that
all other things were kept as equal as possible because the handicappers also
served as our drivers as we dragged our chariots around the circular track,
while they whipped us on to increase our speed.. The two drivers were only able
to subject us to three different forms of handicap each race, and they weren't
allowed to repeat any for more than two races on the same day. In addition, as
the number of race meetings conducted increased, Master kept a ledger of
handicaps so that they couldn't continually repeat those that seemed to ensure
that their 'horse' would win.
At the completion of each race meeting the overall winner, that is to say the
one who had won a minimum of three of the races was granted the grand prize. If
it was June she was publicly fucked by the three male sluts in an orgy of
perverted sex, and if it was me, then I was similarly rewarded, but with the
female sluts. The loser was not as delightfully rewarded, but was rewarded none
the less, for their losing efforts. The reward for the loser consisted of being
brought off by a maid or valet before the watching race goers. Not, as one might
imagine, just once, but repeatedly. If it was me then I could expect the hands
of valets to wank my prick until it had spat at least five times, and if it
were June, then she could expect to lose count of the number of times that
maids would frig her cunt slug to climax.
On race day, which soon became one of the most popular, and regularly attended
events at the chateau, the members would all turn up and lounge around on the
grassy mound that surrounded the track. Maids and valets would soon be flitting
in and out of the groups, serving them drinks and tasty snacks, and, of course,
submitting to their sexual demands if required. The whores would all attend,
dressed in their most erotic finery, and were constantly practicing their trade.
A betting ring was set up with a couple of footmen running it, to cater for the
gamblers among the membership, which included most of the members. Master, of
course, was the bookmaker, and made considerable sums on race days.
Each race meeting began with two slut races. The sluts dragged around
lightweight buggies and were driven on by a trio of the lightest maids. They
were not whipped while they ran, but were erotically decorated for the races.
They had tiny bells hanging from their teats, and, in the case of the males,
dangling from the loose skin folds behind the heads of their ever erect penises,
and with the females, from their plump, smooth pussy lips. While the sluts
strained and struggled to drag the buggies around the track these bells set up
delicious and bizarrely erotic tingling sounds.
It was gorgeously erotic to watch the enormous tits of the females bounce while
they ran and, of course, the strong, stiff penises of the males swaying to and
fro between their pumping thighs as they stretched out. Once the first two races
had been completed, and all bets had been settled, it was time for our first
contest. June and I were kept in mock horse stalls while we awaited our turns.
Our handicappers also acted as strappers, and were responsible for preparing us
to race. We were led from our small enclosure, to the ornate, and bizarrely set
up chariots that we were to drag around the track.
We were, of course, entirely naked, although we wore all of our rings, but these
were unlocked in our crotches. My penis was fully erect, and June's cunt split
swollen and aroused. We were attached to our chariots singly, so that the race
goers could watch each of our preparations before deciding on which of us to
place their bets. Another reason for placing us in our race postures one at a
time was also, I suspect, to add to the sensual excitement such preparations.
The audience could be entertained by the sight of our plush nudities being
prepared for both pain, and awkward, obscene displays while we raced.
June was handled first, for the initial race of our five event series. The man
who was her handicapper began by strapping her wrists and elbows to the two
stays that reached out from the body of the chariot. This meant, that for this
race he had decided that she would be bent at the waist, and so I would have to
be too, to keep the playing field level. It also meant, of course, that her
heavy tits would be drooping down from her horizontal torso. He next strapped
her narrow waist between the stays to keep her in place, and to, of course,
allow her body to take the strain of the drag. This was always the case for both
of us, because, after all, we were not to be prepared in a manner that would
make it nigh on to impossible for us to drag the chariots. While we were
expected to suffer while we raced, and to provide an obscene spectacle to amuse
the punters, the race was still a race, and money was being risked on the
outcome, so we had to be able to perform at something like our peak
capabilities.
June's handicapper then went about the serious business of applying his chosen
handicaps to her body. These were designed both to make her feel pain while she
raced, and to try to slow down her progress by making her body have to
compensate for them. The first he chose for this race was one kilogram weights
to be hung from the rings in her stiff teats. Once the weights were in place
their masses caused June's tits to be savagely stretched down towards the ground
below her bent over torso, the teats being stretched out unmercifully. The man
then thrust an enormous dildo into her hot, tight arse pit, and attached a
ratchet to its base. This would cause the mighty rubber penis to plunge in and
out of her arse pit with long, full and relentless strokes, driven by a gear on
the axle of the chariot. It is debatable as to whether or not this was a real
handicap, for the faster she went the more vigorously the dildo would fuck her
arse, and this, obviously, would in fact be an incentive, not a hindrance.
The final handicap applied to June was a carefully placed whip that would also
be worked by a spindle attached to the chariot axle. The thin leather lash of
this whip would thrash June's cunt slug with unerring accuracy as she ran. It
too, of course, would flay her throbbing cunt slug harder and harder, the faster
she ran. Once again it is arguable as to whether or not this would be a true
handicap, more than likely, in my estimation, it would prove to be an inducement
to greater effort on her part, for I knew that she adored having her hot, stiff
cunt cock thrashed.
My handicapper went into action immediately June's had completed her
preparations. The cruel lesbian began by adjusting the simulated weight that my
abused testicles would have to drag around by an extra kilogram. I whimpered
with hurt when this act stretched my tender bulbs out painfully, and my feet
actually stamped the grass helplessly while I suffered. The handicapper then
attached a spurt inhibitor to the base of my thick, stiff penis, tightening it
savagely. Once this strap was in place she placed a rubber ring over the swollen
head of my penis, and drove it down to the base of the throbbing stalk. This
ring was attached to a small arm which was, in turn, attached to an axle driven
lever that would masturbate my throbbing penis faster and faster the quicker I
ran, driving me to dry climax, over and over. The rubber ring would masturbate
my pulsating stalk in time to my running, and, of course, the faster I ran, the
faster my penis would be masturbated.
The final handicap for me were two similar sized weights being hung from my
little teats, to those that pulled so insistently from June's stretched down
tits. For me, although, the weights would be much more painful, for I didn't
have a pair of big tits to take some of their force. All was in readiness. Our
two handicappers now became our drivers, although, as mentioned, they swapped
for this purpose, the male driving me, and the woman, June. A starting gun
cracked loudly, and the first race was under way, and would not be over until
three circuits of the track had been completed.
My arse cheeks erupted in fire when my driver lashed them viciously with his
buggy whip, to get me going. I shrieked with hurt when my legs began to pump,
and my testicles took the full strain of three kilos of weight. My chest heaved,
and tears poured from my eyes, making it difficult to see where I was going. By
the time I had blinked them clear I found that I was a long way behind June. The
whip lashed my rolling arse mounds with feral ferocity, as the driver attempted
to urge me on, to catch up the lost ground.
I squealed and shrieked out my agony while my pace quickened to a trot, and the
masturbation of my achingly rigid penis was becoming furious, but this was not
getting me any nearer to June, who seemed to have boundless energy, and was
urged on by her driver, her whip flashing down onto June's wildly rolling bottom
slabs. June's tits swung wildly with her furious gait, but she seemed totally
impervious to the handicap that the weights dangling from her stretched out
teats was supposed to cause. I knew by the beginning of the third lap of the
track, and my second dry climax, that I had no hope of winning this first race,
and decided, despite the viciousness with which my disappointed driver whipped
my arse, to attempt to conserve some energy for the next event.
June duly won the race and my handler was none too gentle when he removed my
profusely sweating nudity from the chariot. I contemplated my still stinging,
lividly welted arse while watching June, with surges of sheer jealousy consuming
me. She, of course, knelt before her lesbian handler, and my handicapper, and
had her face between the woman's spread thighs, and was feasting eagerly on her
hot, wet, hairy pussy. June passionately sucked the woman until she was fed a
flood of ripe woman juice.
Our respective handlers then hosed us down, dried us off, and tethered us in our
stalls to wait while another brace of slut races was conducted. Our second race
followed much the same pattern as the initial one. My handicapper retained the
same method on me, as did June's, and the result was the same and I found myself
with a well whipped arse to ponder while June got to suck another flood of joy
juice from her lesbian's spasming pussy.
Things changed for June and my third race. As I mentioned earlier, the
handicappers were not permitted to use any one impediment more than twice at the
same meeting. This meant, for me, that my rock hard penis could no longer be
masturbated, and forced to erupt in those terrible, energy sapping dry orgasms.
My testicles were full to bursting point from the six such climaxes that I had
already been subjected to during the first two contests. Of course, June's
handicapper had not yet subjected her to the same sexual torment, but now it was
to be her turn to do so because her handicapper had transferred the mighty dildo
from her tight arse to her flowing cunt pit. I wondered what effect relentless
masturbation would have on her performance because, unlike me, my sister slave
has never learnt to control her wanton cunt split, and she would come and come
while the dildo fucked her with impersonal precision, sapping both strength and
endurance.
To add to June's sexual torment her handicapper replaced the lace that had been
used to flay her stiff, hot cunt slug during the first two encounters with a
cluster of feathers that would drive her wild with pleasure as they teased and
stimulated the throbbing sex slug with relentless precision. And to complete the
horrific sexual torment she would be subjected to, he set up a series of soft
suede whips that would sensuously whip her hanging tits while she ran. To the
uninitiated it might seem that June was being treated softly, not being
subjected to any form of pain handicap, other than the flogging of her arse
cheeks by her driver. It might have been seen as an attempt to make sure she won
yet again, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Her sexual
torment would be so intense that she would run the race in a state of continual
climax, and this would not only take her mind off her performance, but would
also, of course, serve to sap her energy mightily.
In my case it was a matter of what comes around goes around. In the first place
the horrific strain on my testicles could no longer be applied. Now I had only
to drag around the equivalent of two kilograms, not the three of the first two
races. One can not imagine the difference that makes. You might think that such
a small reduction might not be all that important, but I can assure you that it
is. In fact, it seemed to me that almost all of the strain was being removed,
and my testicles, now so full of unreleased juice that they seemed ready to
burst, existed in a state of delicious pain.
My handicapper decided to treat my sap filled testicles to a little additional
attention. The spindle, driven by the axle of the chariot was equipped with
twenty or so quite heavy laces of thin leather. These would flay my bulging
testicles with ever more vicious vigor the faster I went. Two straps of quite
heavy leather would also be driven to thrash my chest, and particularly my
stiff, abused little teats. Because my handicapper had used the first two races
to masturbate my rigid penis, she was not able to repeat this process. Instead
she introduced an enormous dildo into my hot, tight, arse pit, this too was
driven by the axle of the chariot, and would fuck my arse with long deep strokes
while I ran.
A blistering stroke of the buggy whip on my bulging arse slabs signaled to me
that the contest had begun, and I began to work my legs and thighs with all the
vigor I possessed. My chariot moved off slowly, and the straps and laces hardly
made any impression on me at all and, of course, that huge dildo plunged slowly
in and out of my writhing arse tunnel, causing me to be filled with glorious
pleasure. All of this changed as I got into my stride.
If the truth be known the fact that I was being subjected to pain, predominantly
actually served to induce greater effort on my part. My strong masochistic urges
took control and I realised that, not only would I win the race, but would also
punish myself more and more exquisitely, the faster I dragged the chariot along,
and so it was. Soon my testicles were singing with agony as the cruel laces
literally flayed their swollen masses. The fabulous dildo raped my arse tube
with consummate cruelty, and the straps exploding into my teats were merely a
delicious adjunct to my suffering.
By the third circuit of the track I was a considerable distance in front of my
slave sister, and it became obvious that I would win this round with
considerable ease. This in no way tempered my efforts as I was now much more
interested in increasing my suffering than I was in winning the race, and it
hardly even registered when the gun signaled my win. My handler even had to
dismount the chariot to stop me from running at the end of the race. He had a
vested interest, of course, in conserving my energy, for there were still two
more contests to be conducted.
June had to stand in her stall and watch in envy while I received my winning
prize. My sweating nudity knelt submissively before my smiling handler. I gazed
adoringly at the man's lovely stiff penis arching up so alluringly before my
overjoyed eyes. I wasted no time in partaking of my reward and soon my eager
mouth and gulping throat were crammed with the length of male sexuality. I
sucked the delicious penis with all the passion of my situation, and its
throbbing length drove in and out of my adoring mouth with growing passion. The
penis, all too soon for my liking, bathed the back of my throat with a flood of
its delectable manly cream, and I swallowed every drop with sensations of sheer
happiness flooding my very soul, and my own achingly stiff penis throbbing in
submissive shame, and delicious humiliation.
The fourth race followed an almost identical pattern to the third, because our
handicaps were similar. I won this race with considerable ease, and was
rewarded, of course, by being permitted to suck the penis of my handler. This
second bout of penis sucking was even more enjoyable for me, because it occurred
so soon after I had drained the lovely organ the first time. I was able to suck
the penis for much longer, and to savour its virile manliness to the full before
it again fed me a load of male sexual cream to drink with slavish joy.
Thus we came to the final race being tied at two wins apiece. We were both
strapped to our chariots in the full standing position for this final contest.
As both handicappers had exhausted their opportunities to inflict sexual torment
on us, we were to be subjected to pain handicaps only, for this final test. This
allowed the sadistic, man hating lesbian to give full vent to her natural
cruelty, and my masochistic juices flowed with eager anticipation of what her
imagination would dream up for me to endure. I now found out why she had
completely neglected my penis in her previous painful attentions. It was to be
the principal focus for my punishment during this final race.
The cruel handicapper began by enclosing my penis stalk, just below the
fabulously swollen head, in a tight leather collar. Then she attached this
collar to one of the chariot stays, forcing my stiff sex pole to be bent out
from my hairless fork at right angles. This meant that its entire length was
completely exposed, and vulnerable to terrible punishment. Then she attached
three whipping instruments to the main axle driven spindle. The first of these
consisted of two stiff leather straps that were designed to pound the length of
my stalk, up to about an inch from the collar that trapped its head. Each of
these would strike on either side of the trapped column of sexual depravity. The
second also consisted of two items, but these were thin, non flexible wires that
were designed to flay that last inch, especially the sensitive loose folds of
meat behind the head. The final instrument of torment was, of course, set up to
punish the head of my trapped penis with horrific savagery. This one consisted
of a dozed thin wires, each tipped with a tiny metal ball, kind of like a series
of medieval maces. Not all the wires were of the same length, so that every part
of the fleshy head would be punished, none of the tender meat would escape the
battering that the metal balls would impart.
My handicapper didn't even bother with a third impediment to my concentration on
the race. She obviously considered that the agony that my throbbing penis would
be forced to endure, the faster that I ran, would be sufficient to keep me from
winning, for the faster I went, the more savage would the punishment of my penis
be. The sadistic creature didn't know me as well as she thought. Self punishment
was something that I reveled in, and normally, when my punishment was left in my
own hands, then I strove to make it as terrible, and as unrelenting as was
humanly possible. In short, her sadistically applied handicap would in fact spur
me on to greater efforts.
As for June, her handicapper concentrated all of his efforts on her swollen and
excited sex as well. He, however, didn't let one of his opportunities go, as his
colleague had with me. A pair of heavy straps were set up to pound the meat of
June's outer cunt split lips all along their lengths. A single mace would batter
the soft meat of her dripping cunt pit mouth. And, finally, a set of ten thin
wires would lace the stiff little stalk of her almost fully exposed cunt slug.
With all our preparations complete we were led off to the starting line in
readiness for the race to begin. Our handlers mounted the chariots and took up
their buggy whips. Then puppy, the designated starter, took up her position. My
heart pounded with masochistic lust, and eager anticipation of the pain and
suffering to come. But I was in a quandary, mentally. I would love to wallow in
sheer sexually debauchery with a trio of female sluts. My aching penis plunging
into their hot wet cunt pits, or up their tight arse pits, and especially in
their gulping, passionately sucking mouths, would send me to lascivious
paradise. My tongue tasting their spicy cunts, teasing the teats that capped
their mountainous tits, or savouring the musky flavours of their pungent arse
rings would leave me in total obscene happiness.
But could my submissive mind do without the sheer humiliation of being brought
off by a series of valets in front the crowd of race goers. Could I possible
forgo the shame that would consume me while they watched the efficient fist of a
valet wank me until my throbbing penis exploded, and the juices of my aching
balls sprayed the grass, over and over. June, of course, would have similar
thoughts going through her depraved brain too. But she, I'm sure would have been
thinking along opposite lines. Her shame and humiliation would be much more
keenly felt if she were to be subjected to gang fucking by three enormously
pricked male sluts. A girl can be much more graphically debased when used by
three males than a boy can by similar use by a trio of females. So she would be
much more submissively fulfilled by being gang fucked, than by being brought off
manually.
In view of all of the above, this was not a real race. June would be striving to
win at all costs, to be forced to surrender to her lust with three sluts for the
entertainment of the audience, while I strove to lose so that my humiliation
would be completed by the obscene spectacle of having my penis masturbated in
full view of the race goers. In fact, after the first few race meetings, the
climax was changed considerably, to ensure that the gamblers received a fair
contest. The only thing left for me to ponder, while I waited for the gun to go
off, was how to both lose, and to still force the whips to punish my throbbing
penis with the utmost savagery.
The answer, of course, was obvious. I would shorten my stride, almost to the
point of running on the spot. Therefore allowing June to win the race, while, at
the same time, ensuring that the punishment of my stiff, throbbing penis would
still be as cruel and savage as possible. In future meetings this ploy was
eradicated by making the final rewards equally attractive to we slaves. The
starting gun went off with a loud crack, and we were off.
My hearted pounded while the whips slowly began to strike the erect stalk of my
penis, stinging it beautifully. June edged ahead while her cunt split was
punished for her efforts. Then I began to put my plan into practice. My legs
began to pump wildly, but my forward progress was in no way commensurate with
the effort. But, however, the whips that punished my penis began to flay the
fire laden pole of lust with exquisite cruelty. I reveled in the agony being
inflicted on my penis with masochistic elation flooding my senses. It was so
good, and so right, that my penis was being whipped so brutally for my deceit.
My handler took a few minutes to catch on to what I was doing. Once he did, of
course, his buggy whip, which was almost casually flogging my mincing bottom
cheeks up until then, began to be swung with ever growing intensity as he fought
to urge me on. I merely wallowed in the increased pain and suffering and, if
anything, made my progress even more tardy. I deserved to be punished for what I
was doing. To be punished mercilessly! To be punished forever!
By the time June finally crossed the finishing line, with me lagging at least
thirty meters behind, my penis was throbbing in agony, my arse slabs were
brutally welted, but, of course, my brain was exploding with masochistic
elation. I struggled to the finishing line, and was filled with sadness when
this signaled the end of my painful ordeal. My handler quickly went about
freeing my sweating nudity from the carriage, as did June's. Once we were freed
we were quickly hosed down, and prepared for the climax of the meeting.
A large square of rubber matting was placed on the grass in front of the small,
packed grandstand. The three male sluts, naked and magnificent, moved into
position, standing on the side furthermost from the stand, each with his huge
penis in glorious erection, in obvious anticipation of the sexual debauchery to
come. June knelt, with knees spread wide, before the trio and began to lewdly
flaunt her plush nudity at them, driving the level of their lusts up and up. She
reached down into her smooth, hairless fork with both hands and spread the lips
of her cunt wide to reveal the palpitating cunt pit mouth, drooling with lust
juice. The wanton slut dipped the fingers of one hand deeply into her convulsing
cunt tube covering the digits with a rich coating of lust juice. Then she
withdrew the fingers, and drove them past her arse ring and buried them equally
deeply into her tight hot arse pit, preparing that tight, hot hole for its
imminent violation.
While all this was going on I was being prepared for my own shameful exhibition.
My wrists were cuffed and then attached to a beam over my head, and I was
suspended until my toes barely touched the grass. Then my ankles were cuffed and
my legs drawn widely apart and fixed in place. This left me hanging at the rear
of the rubber mat with my aching, well whipped penis arching out from my
hairless fork, throbbing with the intensity of my lust. My handler had
complained about my lack of performance in the final race to Master, and had
been granted permission to paddle my arse slabs while June was being gang
fucked, so that I would be even more brutally punished for my tardiness and
deceit.
My welted arse slabs erupted in fresh pain when the first stroke of the heavy
leather paddle smashed into them, and my brain exploded with masochistic joy. I
watched in awe while the three sluts approached the lewdly cavorting slave on
the mat. She grinned lasciviously at their swaying penises, reaching out to the
one that reached her first and swallowing as much of the enormous organ as her
mouth could hold. The other two muscular males manhandled June's arse until one
had thrust his penis deeply into her drooling cunt pit. The third spilt her
voluptuous bottom cheeks wide, and drove his magnificent erection up her arse
tube, to the hilt.
The three sluts went at June with a vengeance, fucking her in all her holes of
lust with complete depraved abandon. Junes arse cheeks, gleaming with sweat,
began to writhe and undulate as she sought to accept the enormous sexual poles
that so rudely violated her. Her heavy tits flew about on her chest while she
sucked and sucked on the fabulous penis sawing in and out of her gaping mouth.
She completely lost herself in her lust and depravity, and was soon coming in a
continual series of climactic explosions.
The slut she sucked was the first to come, and I watched in sheer envy while he
emptied his balls into her gulping mouth. The force of his explosion was such
that she was unable to swallow quickly enough, and small rivulets of creamy ball
juice seeped from the corners of her grotesquely stretched lips. She drank the
slut dry, and used the fingers of both hands to squeeze the slut's lust stalk,
and fat balls to ensure that not a drop was left. Just as she completed draining
that slut's cock, the one driving his huge penis in and out of her now gaping
arse ring began to empty his load into that humid tube, and her arse slabs
writhed in utter ecstasy while her rear passage was deluged in virile man cum.
The slut she had sucked off tore his still strongly erect penis from her mouth,
and moved around to her rear just as his colleague tore his own cock from her
reamed out arsehole. The first slut wasted no time in replacing his partner in
depravity, and drove his penis deeply into her now sloppy arse ring, and
commenced to rape her arse with the same violent remorselessness as had his
predecessor. June's mouth was soon presented with the penis that had just
emptied its load up her arse, and she lapped at it with lewd delight, tasting
her own arse secretions, as well as the musky cock cream that covered the huge
penis, from tip to thick base.
I was overcome with jealousy at the pleasure she was wallowing in. My mind was
in a constant turmoil! It could have been me with the female sluts on the mat,
drinking from their flowing pussies, and losing myself in a ocean of sexual
depravity. Instead I was hanging helplessly, forced to watch her lose herself in
her own depraved lust, while my arse was being savagely paddled to add to my
frustrations.
Each slut used each of June's holes of perversity once. She came continuously,
and reveled in her lascivious obscenity. She drank each penis dry with gusto.
Her arse milked a load from each penis that visited its tight, hot depths, and
her writhing cunt pit wrung a climax from each fabulous penis as if it had a
mind of its own. All the while I hung there, my own achingly stiff penis by this
time liberally leaking its hot cream, and my punished arse burning with pain
while the paddle relentlessly pounded its muscular meat.
Finally it was over for June, but she was so consumed with lust that she
squealed out her frustration, and soon her hands were driving into her arse and
cunt with feral force, and she was scooping out huge quantities of the prick
juice that had been deposited in them, and bringing it to her mouth to be sucked
at and swallowed in a display of perversity that almost defied imagination. A
valet approached me a soon as the sluts had withdrawn, leaving June to her
depraved self abuse.
The valet stood off to one side of my suspended nudity, then reached out and
grasped my penis, midway down its pulsating length, in his gloved fist. I
blushed scarlet at this development, for I knew that he would soon be subjecting
me to the ultimately humiliating experience of being forced to climax before an
eagerly watching audience. To my eternal shame it took only one stroke of his
fist to set me off for the first humiliating time. My penis erupted in ecstasy,
and huge streams of white cock juice sprayed from its spasming tip. I squealed
in absolute ecstasy while my throbbing penis gushed and gushed. June, seeing
this, crawled forward so that my streams of ball cream splashed down onto her
wildly cavorting nudity.
The audience laughed at my humiliation, pointing to my spurting penis with
leering disdain, only adding to the incredible feelings of shame and degradation
that flooded my suspended nudity. The valet continued to strop my aching penis
after its initial explosion had ebbed, as if nothing at all had happened. My
chest heaved as I drew in huge gulps of air, my mind now fully concentrated on
my pleasure soaked penis, being so efficiently and consummately wanked by the
fist of the valet. Twenty or so strokes later my shrieks of ecstatic pleasure
once again filled the air, and streams of creamy penis cream flashed from the
tip of my climaxing pole of lust, and splashed onto the body of my sex crazed
sister slave.
It took the valet considerably longer to bring me off for the third time. My
penis had lost none of its stiffness following the first two orgasms that he had
masturbated me to, but my testicles were beginning to ache, and his job was
becoming harder. June displayed her utterly wanton perversity below, on the mat,
by scraping up my thick creamy cock juice from where it had landed on her
swollen tits, and lean trembling belly, and lapping it from her fingers with
lewd gusto.
My chest heaved, and I sobbed in ecstasy when my penis gushed for the third
time, bathing June's huge tits with fresh sex cream. The valet, his wrist aching
and tired left me and was immediately replaced by another. He grasped my thick
penis in his gloved fist, and the masturbation continued without letup. My poor
penis was, by this time, beginning to loose the edge to its hardness. Never the
less, the valet's wrist snapped back and forth with precise pace, never
changing, and always with full strokes.
My aching testicles were, after the third climax beginning to soften and move
about at the base of my stalk. It took the valet about five minutes before I
squealed out my pleasure a fourth time, and a fresh, albeit less copious, series
of streams of cock cream spurted from the tip of my climaxing penis. As soon as
my eruption stopped a third valet took over. His insistent fist stropped my now
less than proudly erect penis with the same impersonal precision. My almost
completely empty testicles bounced wildly at the base of my penis with the vigor
of his maddening masturbation, and I experienced sensations that were now
bordering on pure pain while he worked to coax the final orgasm from my
tormented penis.
By this time many of the members had drifted off, making their way to the
chateau. The few left watched while the valet masturbated my sated penis with
growing impatience. My sister had been taken away by the time I came for the
fifth time. My pitiful issue dribbled down onto the grass before me, and the
ache in my fabulously drained testicles was now pure agony. The valet stropped
every last drop from my now limp penile tube with the usual efficiency.
I was then taken down from my suspension. I was utterly exhausted, absolutely
spent, immaculately sexually sated. I could hardly stand up, and had to be
assisted to my cell by a pair of valets. When we arrived I saw that June was
already asleep on her prison bunk, her face bearing a contented smile. The
valets quickly attended to my ablutions, and my exhausted nudity flopped onto my
bunk in sheer relief. I was asleep almost before the two had left, and the light
was turned off.
Race days tended to follow the same pattern each month. The rules under which
June and I performed were changed, and refined, so that contrived results, such
as the one just described were no longer possible. As a result June and I
generally shared victories over time. The rewards, and punishments for success
or failure became more and more varied, until there really wasn't a whole lot of
difference between the two.
Indeed, this was the reason for my performance above, the fact that my
masochistic brain had worked out that the experience of forced public
masturbation pleased me more that a session of unbridled lust with a trio of
female sluts would have. Thus the rewards and punishments were more finely
attuned to our natural masochistic cravings, than they were to our obscene
sexual lusts.
Needless to say, the membership of the chateau looked forward to race days with
eager anticipation. And not just because the majority of them were inveterate
gamblers, but because the perverted exhibitions that followed the final event
were so entertaining.
