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Monday evening the phone rang. "Send me £200 so I can book a sex dungeon for tomorrow. I text you the address. Be outside ready at 7"
Shit. I had raided my holiday fund to pay the rent. I had moved most of my rainy day fund into my bank. And the first thing he does is load on another 200. I was going to get into real trouble soon but I didn't know how to escape. Apart from the cuts in my arse which were not really healing I had pretty much recovered from the punishment beating the previous week. What was taking the punishment was my wallet. Musa and I would need to have a chat. I liked him, even after last week's horrors, but I needed some money. I couldn't give it all to him.
I sent the money to him and he texted back an address in North London.
I was determined not to be late and was outside by half past six. At two minutes to seven I saw Musa. He had changed his look. He was in a baggy basketball top, long shorts and what looked like new trainers. But his hair, the tight corn rows were now loose. There were golden beads at the end of each short plait and the end was blond. It looked stunning.
"I like your hair" I said as he arrived. "Real gold on the end of those braids fag boy, dis whole thing cost me £900. But I have money now. It's great this old faggot keeps giving me money". "less of the old" I said laughing. " And not right now but we need to talk about money." He smiled and said "No the money is good man, I know am worth more but am happy to keep giving you a bit of discount like I do" He flashed me a beaming smile. "By the way you bought the trainers too." He pointed to his feet.
"Ok batty boy, so I am going to go in and set up, stay here and I will come and get you. I should be about 10 -- 15 minutes. Just chill here fag." I had no idea what he might be doing, I had never been to a dungeon before.
He called me in and I went into the building and down a steep flight of concrete stairs. "Dis is a basement, no one is above it, you can make as much noise as you like. No one will hear you scream batty" We went into a single huge room. It was full of stuff. A St Andrews cross, a cage, a leather bed, a flogging bench, a sling. And the walls were full of implements. I had never seen so much stuff.
"We can have fun in here for hours" I said, my eyes wide with amazement.
"We will" said Musa "He has no one booked after us so I extended the booking to midnight. You need to give me another £100 to send him but you can do dat at the end. You gonna pay man - but you gonna leave here one happy batty"
"Right let's get started you useless fag, I bought the punishment jock in case you fuck up but I reckon we won't need it. Strip off and get on that leather bed so your head is hangin over the end -- lie on your fat belly". I did, and Musa proceeded to strap me down -- at the shoulders, at the waist and over my arse. He did it so tight I could not move my body at all. He put ankle straps on and clipped them to the edge of the bed. He cuffed my wrists and clipped them to the frame too. He then went under the bed and suddenly I felt my balls and dick moving. "Just removing the panel so I can get at your junk. You will thank me man, otherwise a hard-on is really painful I am told - and all this queer stuff makes you a hard little bitch."
"OK now for dis next bit. Much as I like to fuck wid your head I am NOT going to hurt you and you just have to trust me"
He did something and I could hear a noise above my head. "Just a winch to get you how I need you. Stop shitting yourself". He then put a nose hook which went up both nostrils, attached it to the winch and it started to lift up. He kept stopping and checking but he didn't pay any attention when I started to say "that hurts". He simply got me to a position where my head was looking straight ahead -- held up high with a nose clip that now hurt like hell. He then showed me a wide black piece of cloth with hooks at the ends. "Dis is the best man. Dis is to stop you moving at all. Watch how good this is. You can try and move bitch but you will be held so tight you can't". He took some elastic straps and clipped them to rings on the wall. He stretched them and clipped one group down the side of the cloth, he put the cloth round my head at the back and hooked the other side up. My head was now held at the back by this wide piece of cloth which was being pulled by the straps. The elastic straps pulled it so tight I could not move my head left or right, I couldn't move down cos of the nose hook. I couldn't move up without snapping my spine. I was totally immobile. What on earth did he have in mind?
I discovered soon enough when he pulled a small table in front of me and put on it what looked like a fuck machine. He then produced a huge black dildo and showed it to me. "Not my biggest but most people don't get more dan dis down der throat without needing casualty". I suddenly realised what he had in mind. He was going to throat fuck me with the fucking machine -- and I was completely unable to stop him. He looked under the bed "wow, you nice and hard. I thought this would worry you man. But it will be better for you if you like it."
"I think we should start with a smaller dildo" I said. "Maybe we work up to that one"
He started laughing. "Nice try batty boy but dis is about me having fun, not you. I cant wait to see you try and take this. I don't think you will and yet, what can you do. I am not a rent boy who does what you want I have explained this. I am a cash master who does what I want and right now I want to see just how I can wreck your throat. You been training so you will do better dan you think. But this is gonna wreck your throat so much. In future I will be able to put my arm down there if I want to.
Anyway do you want some poppers?" I said I did and he put the bottle under my nose and held one nostril. "My advice is get high. I don't ever touch poppers but everyone I done dis to found it easier with poppers. I am so kind to you today. I will have to charge more."
He positioned the dildo in front of me, I opened my mouth and he put the tip in. "Oh just one thing. There is a cleaning charge of £75 if you puke". He produced a remote control and switched it on. The hard black dildo pushed, very very slowly into my mouth. It got to the gag point but was so slow I was retching immediately. He stopped straight away and pulled it out.
"You not throwing up on the first go faggit I want some fun."
"A little faster" I said. "That might work"
I opened up and he put it back in my mouth and with a slow steady pace shoved it right down my throat. It was bigger than anything I had ever had. While my mouth could just about open wide to accommodate it I was sure it was damaging my throat by stretching it and splitting it wide. It was agony but I literally could not move any part of my body. He stood back "your cock tells me you still liking this" and it was true my cock was rock hard. Being face fucked against my will, face raped, throat raped, had been a fantasy for years. But in my dream the cock was attached to someone who slowed and speeded up and angled right and they took pleasure in doing that. I couldn't stop them, but underneath, I wanted them to do it. But this lifeless fuck machine was not like that. It was just smashing into my face and it didn't care.
"And a little faster" he said. And speeded up. It was now hard to catch my breath and every time it reached the maximum point in I gagged and wretched -- but it was out before I threw up so that was OK. I was gasping to breath and it was hard but I had no choice Musa was behind me doing something when I felt the bed under my chest drop away "perfect now I can get at your nipples". They were still tender from the previous week's punishment so I was pleased when Musa just tweaked them a little and got the pressure just right to turn me on. I was conscious that I had a roaring hard on. The regular rhythm into my throat, despite the pain each time, was relaxing, and I was managing to take it OK.
"You enjoying this a bit too much I think" he said and started to flick my balls. It hurt and I really didn't like it. "Oh your cock is going soft, that's no good. Lets change the pace". He switched the machine off but with it quite a way down my throat. Leaving it in my throat like that hurt like hell. "Lets get you some more poppers" I huffed from the bottle he put under my nose. But this time he kept it there quite a bit longer.
"Now for de reason I love dis machine". He pressed something on the remote and it sent the dildo right into my throat but then stopped. At the maximum. I started to gag and retch. "I got it set to 10 seconds hang on in there". I was just about to really panic when it slid out and stopped. "You get 5 seconds with it out, then it repeats" It was relentless and I could see it was emerging covered in spit and throat slime.
After it had been in an out around 20 times he said "You doing well not to puke, I am pleased, lets do longer -- 20 seconds. That should gag the fag".
20 was agony and when it came out I said "Ok that is enough now I am really damaging my throat". The machine simply thrust in again. When it came out I was more definite, with real anger.
"Don't you raise your voice to me, you scummy little homo. I am in charge. Let me prove it. This is 30 seconds. You did 2 minutes a week ago and it was only 2 sizes smaller". The 30 seconds was intolerable and the dildo emerged followed by the contents of my stomach. "Oh dear, dat was expensive" he shouted. I realised he was at the other end of the room. I could see the remote control on the table. He had no plans to switch it off. I heaved again and again. The thick black cock was relentless and the only thing I could do was take it. "You have to stop". I said one time it was out. "No I don't" he replied and as tears streamed down my face he put his hands under the table and played with my nipples. "Lets see if you really hate it" he said and poked my cock. It was not the tiniest bit erect. "OK you are right, you don't like it. 20 more thrusts and I will switch it off." I was just desperate for it to end. My throat was wrecked. When he finished I was sure I could feel it damaged and stretched beyond repair. It hurt to swallow and I could see this may be serious damage. I was terrified.
He unstrapped me from the bed and told me to clean up and come back naked. I was a mess. I was covered in puke and throat slime and snot and... I washed my face and cleaned up. When I went back into the room he said "why didn't you like that?" I explained that while I thought the idea of something against my will was potentially fun in reality he went further than I wanted to. "You know why though don't you?" he asked. I looked confused. "I want you to realise dis is not about you its about me. I am better than you. I am cleverer than you. I am gonna be richer than you. And I am not a fucking rent boy who gets paid to pleasure queers like you. What am I?"
"You are Master Musa, the cash master, Sir"
"You damn right I am. Now I want to try something different. Put these on your ankles" he threw me some leather ankle restraints. He was fiddling with some rope and a pulley. "And now put this on". I looked at it. I think its called a ball parachute. I had no idea how to put it on. "I am not touching your junk batty boy so you need to work it out. Wrap the leather part round the top of your ball sack and let the chains dangle." Eventually I worked it out.
"I dressed for basket ball and now your balls are in a basket. And dis chain" at which point he pulled on the chains underneath "will enable me to stretch you balls until they are by your knees".
Musa then took a rope through the pulley tied one end to my ankle and pulled on the rope. "Get on one leg and stand still" I lifted my leg off the ground but he pulled on the rope until I could hardly balance on one foot. The other end he attached to the ball parachute and he pulled it up. I suddenly realised what he was doing: there was rope between my balls (stretched high) and my foot (lifted uncomfortably).
The only relief I could get for my aching nuts was to lift my leg higher. If I tried to put my leg lower my balls got stretched.
My balls were stretched up high and they were beginning to ache and the only way I could relieve them was to lift my foot higher. But it was for sure as high as I thought it could go. It wasn't painful but it was definitely uncomfortable. Musa pulled up a chair and sat down. He just stared at me. "How long can you stand on one leg fag boy?" I had no idea so I just shrugged. He laughed, and said, "most people it is less than 5 minutes. But how long can you stand with it lifted off the ground dat high? -- I think less"
After a few minutes, I don't know how long, the muscle in my leg started to cramp. Lifted up off the floor it just hurt. I moved it and realised that this really hurt my balls. The cramp was really bad and then the leg I was stood on started to get tired. This was exhausting.
"I thought I wasn't being punished, this hurts" I said.
"I will trade you den, I let your leg down a little -- relieve the pressure on you faf boy".
"Yes please".
He released the rope a little and my foot was able to move and get just 6 inches off the floor. It still hurt but not as much. But then he went away and returned with a 2KG weight. "Dis was the trade to release you dat much". He hooked the weight to the ankle cuff. Now I was stood lifting up one foot that was heavy. "OK lets set the clock to 5 minutes its not long". He put his phone on the floor close by and I could see it was counting down. The problem was I was desperate to move. I could lift the foot up and that relieved the pressure on my balls but the weight and the standing meant after a few seconds I was back to it being as low as I could get it. With more than 3 minutes to go I started to scream and yell. Musa just looked and said "sound proof room batty boy- yell all you want"
"Please Master Musa please release me. What do I have to do to be released?"
"I thought you would never ask - £1 for every second out of the 5 minutes which you don't do. We are currently at 3:08 to go so that would by £188 , 87, 86 £185 £184, 183, 182. Just say the word and I release you instantly" I didn't have £180 -- or even £100 to spare. But I couldn't tolerate this agony any longer. "I'll pay you". Instantly he released a clip and my foot went to the floor and my balls were released.
"Oh that's nice £173 extra. I love cash games. Let's play some more."
"Let's not" I said "we need to have a chat. I simply can't afford this. You are now taking money I don't have."
"And dis is where it really gets interesting. You say I am your Master but you not serious about it. So let me explain how this goes. You will find the money somehow. People always do. You can sell your car. You can move to a smaller flat. You can work extra hours. You can get a loan. You can spend less on clothes and food. You can cancel your holiday. You can ask your family for money."
"And what if I don't? What if I say I want out?"
"Oh dat's easy. Firstly, the videos of you deep throating a dildo on your wall get sent to your family and your work. Secondly, the video I took of you begging to sucking my nigger cock, while I took a huge shit, will get sent. Those are sick enough to get you in real trouble. Then you will return one day from work to discover every single thing you have in your flat has been trashed. If you still not begging me to take your money den one night your home will be broken into and your legs and arms will be broken with iron bars and you will end up in a wheel chair yet I will have the perfect alibi as I will be the other end of the country. At that point I guess you can say I will give up -- but at what price to you. So much easier to just slowly hand me your money until you really are out of cash -- and then I will probably move on to someone else and just call round occasionally for a top up".
"I could go to the police" I said defiantly.
"You could, but the pigs probably won't care, you are queer. And even if day do get interested de sex acts were clearly with your agreement. You were begging for it when I was taken a dump. How long will dey watch your house -- day will give up and move on. And you will live in terror of what you know, for sure, will happen. A much better plan is to enjoy what you buying. Love the fact you getting black cock and black ass every week. Tuesday 7pm. I bleed you dry and den when there is nothing more to take why would I stay. I will move on."
He leaned forward and stroked my nipples. My dick sprung to life. "Seems you still like it". He began to squeeze, and pinched harder and harder -- two hands both nipples. I was determined not to fold. He was clearly squeezing as hard as he could. I glanced down. His basketball shorts were tenting out and he had a huge hard on. I could see the shape of his big black cock. I could even see that the head was poling through the foreskin he was so erect.
"Yes man, its hard. Seeing you not giving up is making me hard. But harder is knowing you are gonna make me one rich mutherfukka and all I got to do is ask. Say `Yes Master Musa'"
"Yes Master Musa"
"I will let you go when I see the tears streaming down your face". He twisted the nipples and I yelled out.
He just stared into my eyes and said "You want relief either you pay me, which you don't want to do, or I see tears running down your face. I can hold your nasty tits all night"
It took a few more minutes but the pain was so intense, and my predicament with the money so horrible, that I just welled up with tears. I started to tear and then I started to sob. He let go of me and I stepped forward put my head on his shoulder and cried my eyes out. He just stood there. Motionless. He didn't try and comfort me. He didn't say anything. Just stood as I sobbed. And when I finally composed myself he said "£173 extra. Plus £400 for my time. Plus £100 for us running on here. Plus £75 for you puking. Do you have £748 in your account?"
"I only have £134. Look" I held out my phone
"I don't need to look. But you knew my minimum was £400 so how was you going to pay me?" His voice was ice cold."
"I don't know, I tried to tell you."
"So what you suggesting man?" he said
"Please master, I don't know. I really don't know"
"What about your parents? Dey must have money -- call dem now for a loan. Tell dem its urgent"
"I don't call my parents out of the blue for a loan, they will wonder what on earth is going on" I was starting to get a bit frustrated.
"Tell dem you borrowed money from a gangsta or sumit and you have to repay today or he gonna cut you. I don't know man you just got to pay me. I not leaving without my money. And de longa you here the more expensive is getting. Time is money man. And fuck, you said one time that you wanted a duo with Dion too. He not coming cheap. You will need to get saving for dat. Phone your parents batty boy"
Actually that wasn't a bad idea. Everyone had seen TV shows where someone had borrowed money from the wrong people. Maybe they would fall for that. I was still thinking about it when Musa said. "Go to the ATM and draw out money on all your cards. Get a loan, get a credit card and draw cash, this not my problem man. You my cash cow, my human ATM, my banker. Dis nigger not negotiating wid you -- you fucking paying."
"OK I will call my parents". Which I did and after a lot of explaining, and tears from my mother, and suggestions I go to the police from my father they sent me £1000. The worst part was when they said "Does that settle everything?" Musa just looked at me and shaking his head said "tell them probably not".
I paid him the £748 and he said "you getting better at being my little cash piggy. So what would you like to do. I am interested to know which you prefer. Do you want to drink my piss or to get your arse hole stretched?" I explained that I hate piss.
"Perfect, then piss it is. Put your clothes on the floor like a rug and kneel on them" I must have looked confused. "Easy fag boy. You want to go home in dry clothes you better drink all my piss. I piss like a horse but you got nothing in your stomach so there is room"
I opened my mouth and he pointed his dick and pissed. It was a direct shot straight into my mouth though as my mouth filled up it splashed up a bit. I swallowed and swallowed but he just kept pissing. I was desperate to breath and coughed a little. That was when it all went wrong. Some went down the wrong way and immediately I started to cough more. I was coughing out piss, he was still pissing on me and it was running down my chin and then I stopped swallowing as I gasped for breath and there was piss everywhere. Once I was no longer managing to swallow it he started just pissing on my clothes. Systematically pissing on every thing I had arrived in. "Stop that I've got to wear them to get home". He laughed "I know. But don't worry man, there is a hot air dryer in de toilet upstairs. Dem clothes will dry but the stink of piss will be 10 times worse. Everyone will know you a piss pig faggot"
"OK dis time I be serious -- what would you like?" I didn't answer. I felt another trap. "Come on, you want me to stretch your ass hole, we not done anything with that yet" I nodded and said ""Please sir, would you fuck me?"
He started laughing. "Never ever ever is I doing that. Dion might. He likes to see if he can split white boys in two but I am not up for that. I said stretch you ass hole.....come on I get you ready for Dion. It will take a few weeks."
He got me in the sling and produced an inflatable arse plug. "OK so this is easy. You squeeze the bulb here and de plug grows like magic. Try it" I squeezed the bulb a few times and the small arse plug began to balloon up. "Pump it more". It grew and grew until it was about 4 inches across. "So you gonna hold the bulb with one hand, you gonna jack off with the other. I am gonna play with your nipples and every time you say that it is too hard and I am to ease off you pump the the bulb. It's a race man. Can you cum before I have tortured your nipples so much you got a fucking marrow up your arsehole"
"Poppers please" I said. Musa handed me the bottle and I took several deep sniffs.
"OK lets get this your arse" he said and pushed the plug in. "Now we need to put a couple of pumps in it so it don't fall out your hole -- it is like de Rotherhithe tunnel already - able to take a big truck."
I knew he was trying it on. My hole didn't get much action. I was tight down there. But a couple of pumps was fine. He then came round and started playing with my nipples. They were sore from earlier and after a few moments he pulled them out as far as they would go. I had expect to be pinched but not pulled. I was caught out.
"Stop" I said. And without being told squeezed the bulb again. I felt it expand but nothing uncomrtable. He was off doing it again and I was jacking off nice and slow. The poppers felt good. My ass felt good and he was not too rough on my nipples and then suddenly, the squeeze came on -- so tight. Really really tight.
I held as long as I could but in truth it was seconds before I yelled "Stop". This time when I squeezed the bulb it felt a little full up my ass. We started again but this time he flicked my nipple really hard. "Ouch" I said. He did it again and again and on the fourth time I yelled "stop". Another squeeze and now I felt full. Musa grabbed them and pulled them like the first time. I tried to take it put he leaned back so his whole body weight was pulling and stretching them and the pain was bad.
This time when I pumped the plug it hurt. "You starting to stretch your hole pussy boy?" I said I was. "OK so we take it easier dis time". And for about a minute he just tweaked and massaged them. I started to relax which was bad because when he squeezed them I wasn't ready. The pinch was intense. Really sharp. They were alredy tender and I quickly said "Stop". The plug was now really painful. But I felt I was ready to cum.
We went again and I started to speed up. I was 10 seconds away from cumming, he was tugging and pulling my nipples, when his hand shot forward and he squeezed the bulb twice and then really yanked my nipples. I screamed out loud and at the same time shot my load. It was really intense. My hole was really stretched. My nipples were red raw. My throat -- well that might never recover.
Musa leaned forward and let some of the air out. "This is the fun part -- never let it go all the way back to the smallest size. We gonna remove it and really stretch you now. Take more poppers or you will never cope with it"
"Just let the air out, I am done here" I said
"I know batty, but you got to be ready for Dion. He will fuck you for sure but he is big. You be glad I got your bussy ready for him. Few weeks from now you get the dick of death but today just this little thing"
He walked round and ever so slowly pulled the plug out. At its maximum width he paused and said "he is like this at the thinnest part of his big black cock". I was being split in two. And then he pulled and it popped out. He held it up. It was still really big. He held it in front of me and said "open wide" and when I opened my mouth to object he pushed it in.
"You will need to dry your clothes you stinking pissy bastard. Then you need to clean this place up. Everything we used you need to wash carefully in the sink with the cleaning fluid provided. You need to wipe up your puke and when you done you can go -- the door just closes. Next week we back at your place but I expect you to have the money in your account. You embarrassed yourself today trying to make out you couldn't pay. Get money on your credit cards. Do overtime. Do whatever but I expect you to be able to pay next week. What time will it be?"
"7pm Master" I said.
"Too fucking right it will -- you can set your watch by it"