Hitch Hiker

*** Chapter 7

My cunt throat was now about to become the centre of Mister Johns attention.
It was now almost ten in the evening as John took me with him down stairs to the workshop. “Go shower and wash inside and out.”

He was preparing what I came to know as my stool. A scaffold structure designed specifically to maintain the slaves’ head at the right height and position to permit his mouth and throat to be fucked at will and in depth.

My stool was a simple, steel, three-legged triangular stool with two wheels to facilitate its movement, a sturdy angle iron welded up the back which provided leverage to tip the stool onto its castors, it also served to strap the slaves head tightly in place to a height adjustable plate. Wrist straps are attached to the rear corners of the seat, and the ankle straps attached to the lower rear feet, immobilising totally any possible body movement. Once the head was strapped in place clients were sure of a compliant fuck. The main advantage being to be able to move the fuck around the room to serve clients. At the front point of the triangular seat was cockring and clamp and a small hole through which the balls could be drawn and stretched. A evil contraption that I learned to love and respect.

Mr. wrist and ankle straps in place, I took position on the stool, clipped my ankles’ and one wrist to their position and John fixed the remaining wrist, he adjusted the head strap and plate to suit and tightened up and for good measure wrapped a rope twice around my neck and the angle iron, he pulled it tight, making it a little difficult to breath but it kept my head still. My newly stretched balls fell through the hole and dangled freely under my seat and my cock was placed in the open clamp and the head introduced in the cockring, the clamp was closed over my shaft and clipped closed.

Once he had checked all the fixings, I was wheeled around the room and brought and backed up to my cell door. My head was just at the height of Mister Johns cock that was growing steadily. My head was still swimming under the effect of the alcohol.
He left me to ponder my situation which was quite scary, not able to move, in these circumstances all sorts of things go through your mind and you really understand you no longer exists as an individual your life no longer depends on you but your Master.

John came back with his half-finished bottle of Whisky, and my drinking nozzle, I needed no instructions to understand what he expected of me, I opened my mouth and took the pipe and mouth piece between my teeth, then watched him as he slowly poured the rest of the bottle down my gullet. I didn’t taste it going down, just a slight burning sensation as it went into my stomach, and only seconds later I started to feel the effect. He removed the nozzle and threw it aside then brought his large erect cock to my lips coaxing me to open my mouth which I did without too much hesitation.

Then he forced his growing monster into my mouth and pushed it to penetrate my throat, descending further and further, the hilt was still a way off, I pushed my tongue forward out of my mouth and under his cock to give more room and ease his cocks descent, he withdrew and re-entered trying successfully to lubricate the action, then straight back again with more force, the hilt was just inches away, one final push would do it. Breathing was not to difficult, just the rope around my throat was awkward and the whisky didn’t want to stay down. He held my head with both hands and forced the rest of the way bit by bit, and held my nose pressed against his pelvis, I felt his cock in my throat, throbbing, I forced my tongue out again, his hand was on my throat trying to find his cocks head, “swallow bitch, I want to feel you…” I swallowed as best I could and he withdrew a short way back then forced another push, harder and faster. My head was blocked solidly against the cell door and plate, his hands giving him leverage on my head, he forced again to the hilt then withdrew quickly and fully.

He walked away, turned and came back to slam his cock straight in and down to the hilt. I was doing well with plenty of saliva in and around my mouth now dripping freely down my chin and neck, the alcohol was quickly taking over my vision was blurring, and I felt myself floating away.
John decided that my eyes needed to be open taped back my eyelids with surgical tape, and forced a metal brace like bridle that kept my mouth set wide open into.

My throat was now an open shop for his large rigid cock and he was going to make the most of it.

I hardly noticed the nipple clamps being applied and weights added, or my butt plug trying to escape and having to tighten my sphincter to hold it there or lift my cheek to let some gas slip out.
John now grasped the bars to my cell and jumped up to place his feet against the bars and position himself comfortably to penetrate at will and to depth. Like a monkey in a cage he bounced up and down, in and out revelling in the pleasure of fucking his slaves face, with pauses to enhance the feeling of dominance and total penetration, forcing himself into the hot wet constraints of my swallow. The rhythm helps me to keep in time with his assaults and eased the feeling of rejection and gagging, in my drunken stupor I was starting to enjoy my submission. My eyes are dry and irritate a little it’s especially the wont to close my eyes that is the most frustrating.

My stupor was too much for my body and I collapsed into a drunken coma, still being fucked by an insistent erect cock.

When I came to I was in my cell on the bed with a pain in my dilated ass, it felt as if I had an enormous hunk of shit pushing to get out. It was still dark outside, so I figured it was around 7 in the morning, my head was throbbing, and I was dying for some water.
A bucket of water hit me like a hammer, my head was swimming and my eyes shut, I jumped from my bed wiping the water from my face, and saw Mister John standing by my cell with the empty bucket in hand.
“Slave, you start work today, so, get yourself up, showered and exercised, I’ll be leaving in one hour. Be ready.”