A passion for pain : Part 2

I saw one of the master's assistant pick up a dildo from off the wall of the dungeon. It was quite a size but the master was not happy and told the assistant to choose a bigger one. He picked up one I reckoned to be ten inches long and brought it up to my face. Two of the other assistants held my swaying body still while the dildo was pushed into my mouth.

When it hit the back of my mouth I gagged but they took no notice and the dildo went in further until the base of it was touching my lips. The assistant then took it out of my throat and rammed it back in again. I was breathing through my nose which meant I could just tolerate the dildo being used in this way.

It was then removed from my mouth completely and passed to another assistant. The first guy went and got an even bigger dildo from off the wall. This one was at least fifteen inches long and thicker. He pushed it in my mouth and made me deep-throat it for some minutes while I felt the first dildo being forced inside my anus. I had not been lubricated in any way not even with spit.

Only my spit on the dildo gave it any degree of slipperiness. My arse was looser than when I had first met Dillon and Geoff as it had subsequently been fucked several times by them and their friends and the dildo made its way into my back passage without much difficulty.

It was pushed about half way in and it was left like that for a while. The master picked up a heavy paddle and came behind me. I had in front of me a mirror that allowed me to see what was happening in front and behind me. The cock in my mouth was up to its base inside my throat, all fifteen inches of it.

The assistant had stepped to one side and I could clearly see it filling my gob. I could also see that behind me the master was holding the dildo in my arse and was about to use the paddles in his other hand to hit it, like someone driving a nail into a piece of wood. I saw the arm come down with a lot of force and felt the dildo push inside me by a couple of inches more. With the other dildo in my throat it was impossible to utter a sound as I felt a sharp jolt inside my guts. The dildo in my mouth did not budge.

I saw the master raise his arm again to hammer the dildo once more and this time it went in me completely and the paddle caught my bollocks that were still being restrained in the humbler. I had the mixture of the pleasure of feeling my arsehole being filled and the sharp stab of pain as my balls were struck. It all blended into one and I started to get aroused.

My cock had been flaccid and pointing downwards. Now it was getting engorged with blood and beginning to point towards my head but the humbler pulling my scrotum was stopping it attaining its natural position. I could feel a stretching of the skin at the base of my cock and it felt good as I knew from it that I was fully hard.

This didn't go unnoticed by the master who picked up a riding crop from the wall and without warning struck my cock hard. Because of the dildo in my mouth I was totally mute and he struck me several times more. My cock remained fully aroused. He got the paddle and alternately whacked my balls and then my cock. I started to drip pre-cum.

The master came in front of me so that I could see exactly what he was doing. He had a studded cock ring in his hand. It was more than just a ring and had what looked lie a pouch attached to it. He brought it close to my face and I could see that both the ring and the pouch had studs with points on them.

To give me an example of how sharp the points were he brought the pouch down on my back with some force. It dug into my flesh and sent a fire through me. Not content with striking my back he next hit my balls and the fiery sensation was magnified one hundredfold. I saw him put the ring over his cock and slide it down to the base. He then fastened the pouch around his balls. The studs were clearly visible.

“Pull that dildo out of his mouth,” he commanded his assistants and they obeyed instantly.

He came closer and grabbed my head in both hands. My mouth gaped open as a result of the stretcher still being in place. He rammed his cock in my mouth and it went straight down my throat. He was not as long as the dildo that had been removed but he was thick. The studs on his cock ring and ball pouch crashed against my face hitting my lips and chin.

I was afraid he might break my jaw but he was too careful for that. Instead he began to fuck my mouth viciously each time hitting my lips and chin wit the studs. I could just about breath through my nose but then he stopped with his cock deep in my throat and pinched my nose. I was not able to breath and all I heard was his sinister laughing.

After what seemed an age he released my nose and I could breath again but he continued fucking my mouth. He shouted to his assistants to whack my balls and hit my cock. He even got one of them to flog my back. Pain was coming at me from so many different directions I was almost delirious. Eventually he called a halt and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Once again I caught my reflection in the mirror and could see that my lips were red and swollen but thankfully not bleeding and my chin looked bruised.

I saw the master leave the cock ring in place and slide on a condom. He shouted to an assistant to remove the dildo in my arse and then he got behind me and momentarily I felt the tip of his rubbered cock against my hole before it penetrated me in one rapid and fierce movement. His studded pouch rammed against my balls and I was in agony.

There then followed the most distressful fuck I have ever had. With every stroke he bashed his pouch against my balls and they shot pain through all of my body. I wanted to scream but, with the mouth stretcher in place, all that came out was a weak high-pitched whine. The suffering was mind-numbing in its intensity and that started to deaden the constant pangs in my conscious state while my pituitary gland started to release endorphins creating an analgesia for the pain and euphoria for the pleasure. My loins felt as if they were on fire with the impending orgasm which was not far away.

“Pick up that flogger and thrash him as hard as you can,” the master cried out to an assistant. The next instant a new source of suffering was inflicted on me but this only had the effect of bringing me even closer to the edge. The flogger was biting into my flesh and after several minutes I saw flecks of my blood appear on the floor beneath me. I was past feeling pain by now and was in a state of euphoria.

The master was pounding my arse as hard as he could, hoping to totally break me, but I was relishing his cruelty. He didn't know it as I couldn't tell him. It was only when my battered body arched and bucked despite the humbler and great jets of spunk shot out from my cock that he realised that in the battle between master and slave I had won. He pulled out of me before coming himself and aimed a kick at my balls just as my climax was waning. The intended assault on my body was picked up by my nerves and brought the orgasm back afresh but without further ejaculation.

“Do with him what you want,” he called out to his assistants as he climbed the stairs out of the underground chamber. I never saw him again.

The assistants took the cuffs off my wrists and lowered me to the floor. They released the harness used to suspend me. The humbler was unlocked and carefully removed. The wire mouth stretcher was loosened and taken out of my mouth. I moved my jaws which had stiffened up. I was on my hands and knees once again and a towel was placed on my back. After a short while it was removed and they showed it to me.

There were numerous spots of blood on it. One of the assistants held in front of me a bottle of surgical spirit in one hand and some soothing balm in the other. He asked me to choose which should be applied to my back. I had no hesitation in pointing at the surgical spirit. It would sting like mad when it was wiped over my grazed skin but I was not done with pain yet.

As the sting of the fluid hit my brain I hissed between clenched teeth but I was back in familiar territory now and could translate the burning sensation into sheer pleasure. When they had finished, they allowed my back to dry and then I was carried over to a sling where I was lain on my back resting on a towel to help any further flow of blood to stop My feet were put through leather loops attached to one set of sling supports and my wrists were inserted in two others.

The loops were pulled tight but I could have easily have opened them had I wanted. I didn't bother though as I guessed that it was the assistants' intention to use my body for their own sexual satisfaction and as I had already had my brutal pleasures met I was prepared to let them obtain pleasure from me also.

The sling had no support for my neck and my head hung down. I saw a cock coming towards it and I opened my mouth meanwhile a tongue was massaging my arsehole and two other pairs of hands were running all over the rest of my exposed body. This was pleasure from them with pain from my back and balls and I allowed my mind to bask in it.

I must have lain in that sling for over two hours while they took it in turns to fuck both my mouth and arse as many times as they were capable. They did not ill-treat me and I didn't mind for although I knew where my real passion lay. I was just content to let myself be abused in the pursuit of their achieving gratification.

By the time I got out of the sling I had been fucked several times and had to walk about the room to relieve the stiffness in my limbs. My other pains had gone well into the back of my head and I asked one of the assistants if, before I went, he would give my bare arse a good thrashing with one of the studded paddles I had seen hanging on the wall. He agreed and took me to the choose which paddle I wanted to be struck by. The other assistants said they wanted to beat me too and so I chose four of the heaviest and most studded paddles.

One of them asked me if I wanted to be restrained in anyway. I had seen in the dungeon a device for keeping the neck and hands held in a wooden frame. I went over to it and said I wanted to be placed in it. The top part of the frame was lifted off and I put my neck on the larger cut-out in the middle and then my hands in the smaller cut-outs either side. The top of the frame was replaced and held in place with some pins. The height of the frame meant I had to bend over and this meant that my arse was prominently sticking out and easily accessible to the assistants. I asked for a blindfold as I did not want to know with what, when or by whom I was being hit.

Once everything was ready there was a pause. No-one uttered a word and I could have been on my own but then suddenly I was whacked hard on the arse and the action began. Because there were four of them they could have a rest occasionally and so I was beaten non-stop. I lost all sense of time but not the sense of my body slowly but inexorably reaching an orgasm. Finally I ejaculated a great load of semen and that was a signal for the beating to stop. I felt satisfied that I had reached the peak of my pleasure zone.

My arse was burning like mad and I used the mirror to examine it. To my delight it was a livid purple and I knew it would be bearing the bruises for several days. I could also see my back and although no blood was now visible it too was a mixture of bright red lacerations and livid mauve bruises. I had plenty to remind me of the torture I had endured.

The clothes I had come in had been totally destroyed apart from my shoes and socks. The bag I had packed was handed to me and I was able to get dressed. I had no idea where I was in relation to where I lived and when I asked one of the assistants he told me that they could not let me know the location and that in order to leave to go home I had to be blindfolded before going outside.

The master and his assistants had always been wearing masks so I had no idea who they were or where I had been taken and this was to remain the case. I had the blindfold put on and was led up the stairs and outside. I sat in the back of the car this time and was driven to the edge of the woods near to where I had originally started from. They removed the blindfold and I was surprised to find out it was daylight. I had spent at least six hours in the torture chamber.

The car drove off and I was left alone to walk back to my flat. As I walked, my back and arse rubbed against my clothes and felt good. My balls were now supported by my pants and, although they ached a bit, it only served to make me more aware of them and feel good about the way I had endured the treatment aimed at them. I felt I was now a fully-fledged sub in the BDSM scene but there were still things I wanted to experience and I knew I had lots more different pain processes to look forward to.