Chosen to Suffer 3: Professional Series

I was exhausted, but Charlie was just getting into it. He ran to get a shoelace from his boot and, shaking off the last of my cum, tied off the end of my cock. He took the hose that had been up my ass, and directed the water into my face. 

“You must be thirsty after that, Jimmy! Have a little drink, man!” as he placed the hose between my lips and the bar gag. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was pumping out more than I could take. I snatched quick breaths through my nose as I gulped down the warm water. My belly began to feel full again, the water entering from another route, but just as bloating. 

The phone rang. Charlie snapped out of his frenzy and left me alone in the sauna. I watched him through the steamy glass wall as he grabbed a towel and ran into the other room. He was awesome, his wet body glistening in the bedroom light, his muscles lean and defined as he spoke casually on the phone. His stunningly long cock hung gracefully between his legs. I had yet to feel it, touch it, and have it enter my body. I was aching to be penetrated by this man.

The hot liquid in my belly was doing its magic… I had to urinate, and really bad. My gut throbbed as the piss tried to flow, only to be stopped at the shoestring knot just under my mushroom cap. My magnificent tormentor lit a cigarette and lay on the bed, chatting to the unknown caller. I moaned loudly, and Charlie looked up and shushed me, his index finger in front of his lips. I heard him say a quick goodbye and he returned to my torture chamber.

I had brought several dildos with me, in varying sizes. I usually start small and build up to the “Tony Gallo” model later, but Charlie seemed particularly attracted to that one, and brought it along back to the spa. It was solid latex, flesh pink, rough textured and tapered like a torpedo. Its massive shape was modeled like Tony’s (the porn star) uncut cock, thickening dramatically towards the middle. As usual, it slid in easy at first, but as the pressure increased the thickness stretched my outraged ass to its limit. I had been able to take it a few times, alone in my room, with plenty of time to get used to its size. Charlie pressed it firmly between my ass cheeks as he stepped back into the shower.

It started to expand my tight ring of muscle as it penetrated further into my rectum. It was easily the size of a man’s forearm toward the middle, and I groaned in agony as Charlie urged it in with short jabbing motions. He twisted it around to loosen me up a little more, and then hit it home with one mighty shove. It lodged in my belly like a fist to my gut. 

I cried out, my agonized howl muffled by the bit gag strapped tightly in my jaw. Charlie snuggled up behind me, his cock pumping against the hard latex base of the dildo, driving it against my prostate with brutal thrusts of his pelvis. His strapping arms wrapped around me, his hands stroking my chest as he cooed into my ear. 

“Okay, baby, you’re doing real good, you got me really stoked. Don’t know how much more you can take. You’ve earned your cash already, as far as I’m concerned. If you want me to stop, now’s the time to tell me, before I go any further!” My cuffed hands rubbed his belly reassuringly, pressed between our bodies. He laughed and bear-hugged me, driving the obscene dildo far into my rectum. I began to cry softly, my salty tears flowing with the water streaming across my forehead.

Charlie pulled a heavy chrome tit chain from the wooden bench. My eyes flew open in terror. I had worn it many times, and it was excruciating. The chain had metal clips on either end, and he reached the chain around my back and clamped the alligators firmly on each of my big reddened nipples. The pain was intense and immediate. I cried out as Charlie tugged at the chain to make sure they would not slip off. My tits burned like fire, the soothing water rolling down my shoulders unable to quench the sensation. I shook violently, jerking on my noose, the tit chain stretched tightly across my back. He pulled firmly on the dildo, and I felt it slowly exiting my body. 

Charlie undid the knot on my penis, and I let go a mighty stream of piss just as the dildo popped from my asshole. It was an unbelievable sensation, the sudden release of liquid from my bladder, and the huge fucking monster sliding out of my bowels. Charlie held me from behind, his cock pressed against my now empty asshole, as he directed my urine towards my mouth. I pissed all over myself, the yellow liquid hot against my skin, an unending stream of steaming liquid in my eyes and on my tongue as it sprayed into my astonished face.

Charlie wasn’t finished. He had yet to cum, and I still had that big awesome cock to look forward to. He was extremely agitated, so I hoped that he would want to fuck me now. I was grateful when I felt him pushing the thick head of his inflexible member into my butt. He held on to the chain across my back, tugging hard on the clamps on my inflamed tits. I tried to push him away with my cuffed hands, but he slammed me on the back of the head with his fist. 

I instinctively pushed out my ass to meet him, and he entered me with his prodigious cock. Charlie rode my ass like a rodeo rider, as I reared and kicked under him. He held onto my tit chain like he was reigning in a bucking bronco, the clamps biting into my tender flesh as he drove himself deeper into me. I was screaming in agony, the muffled sounds coming from my mouth reverberating in the glass and marble room.

Charlie grunted with every thrust, bouncing me off my feet as he plunged into me. He was so vigorous, so energetic, like an animal rutting. His cock was like a shaft of steel; I thought he would drive the big fucker right through me, and his potent sword would pierce out of my mouth any second. My ass burned, my tits throbbed with pain, and my cock was as hard as a rock. The man had a mighty stroke, hitting a hole in one for sure. The chrome noose around my neck tightened, and I felt the blood rushing from my brain as his engorged cock erupted in my chute. He shuddered and unloaded a couple more loads, his nuts emptying into my quivering body. I came for a second time in less than a half hour, my seed flying across the room and splattering on the damp marble wall. He collapsed into me, the weight of his mighty body pulling us down, yanking on my chain, tightening my noose. I blacked out, limp and lifeless in his arms.

It was a gorgeous morning at the Jersey shore. I heard the seagulls swooping and calling outside the windows. Charlie was sitting on the terrace in the warm morning sun, reading the paper and sipping on a mug of coffee. He saw me move on the bed, and came inside to me.

“Fuck, Jimmy, I’m glad you’re okay. You scared me when you passed out on me. I pulled you down as fast as I could. You were moaning a lot, so I knew you were still with me, y’know?” He said in a very somber voice. “I didn’t call a doctor, ‘cause how the hell could I explain all of this?” He smiled weakly. My throat hurt, and I rubbed at the welts that had formed under the choker chain last night, Saturday night in Atlantic City. 

Charlie looked at me searchingly. I knew he wanted to be reassured that I was cool, and that what went down was completely consensual. A guy in his position can’t get his name in the press in a gay sex scandal. I reached under his terrycloth robe and squeezed his dick with my hand. Grinning, he reached across me, and finding a bright orange ball gag, shoved it into my gaping jaw. Saturday was mind-bending. I still owed Charlie Sunday!