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From Part 3:
I took Jo's leash in one hand as we walked down the halls, pulling and twisting his nipples while we walked back to our room. "So, how was it, bitch boy?"
He shrugged, but smiled. "My pussy's sore, sir. Those two were kinda rough. The blow jobs weren't bad."
"You know it's about to get rougher, right?"
He smiled at me and said, "As long as it's you, sir, I don't care how rough it gets."
I looked at him, twisting his nips so hard that he yelped, then smacked his ass hard, and said, "Be careful what you wish for, my little navy bitch."
Part 4:
As you might imagine, we collected another crowd as we walked down the dim corridors, me leading a hot, young, muscled stud on a leash.
I turned into an open area in the corridor and told him to kneel. I pointed to a hot older guy in the crowd and asked him if he wanted a blowjob.
"Fuck, yeah."
So I told him to come up and stand in front of Jo, who immediately sucked him into his hot wet mouth. Jo held on to the man's cock, stroking most of it, holding just the head in his mouth until it got hard. Then he started sucking up and down. Every once in a while, he looked over at me and rolled his eyes. Apparently this guy, who had a belly on him, was not to Jo's liking. I would deal with that later. It was up to my bitches to do what they're told, not to make value judgments about their jobs or to feel superior to real men just because they were in better physical shape. After all, who was the bitch? When the guy started to cum, Jo took his cock out of his mouth and jacked it, subtly turning his head so the cum splashed to the side and not on his face.
Now, the guy was moaning, "Fuck, I'm cumming, fuuuuccckkk!" and not complaining at all. Honestly, I guess a forty- or fifty-year-old overweight guy rarely gets a 21-year-old ripped stud to suck him, so he was probably happy with whatever he could get. However, when Jo was treating him like that, he was basically disrespecting me. A bitch's job is to treat whoever he's doing like his own master unless he's told otherwise. Jo would have to learn a lesson.
After the guy finished cumming, Jo let go of his cock and stood up. What the fuck? Standing up without permission? What if I was gonna have him suck somebody else? This cocky bitch needed taking down a peg. Maybe it was partly my fault for being so nice to him before, but he should know better than to pull this shit.
Jo handed me his leash, licked his lips seductively at me, and said, "Let's go back to our room, sir, and I'll make you verrrrry happy." And then he winked at me. I repeat, What the fuck?!?
I grabbed his leash, pissed, and gave it a hard jerk as I started down the corridor. I was trying to remember what belt I had worn in my pants that day and how badly I could make it hurt when I whipped this smart-ass little bitch behind me.
We were walking past a room on the way to Jo's ass-whipping (although he apparently didn't realize what was going to happen--idiot), when a thirty-something guy in the doorway spoke up.
"Hey, dude, if you wanna come into my room, it's the dungeon room. It's got a sling, a cross, and a fuck-bench in it."
I thought for a second and decided to take him up on his offer. This would be a lot better than a belt on the ass while the bitch was bent over the bed. I told him to leave the door open, though, in case other men wanted to come watch or play. He smiled and said sure. There was a hot boy in the sling already. He was in his early twenties with long blond hair hanging down, a thin goatee, and cum all over his face and beard. His dick was a big one, about 8 inches long and locked in a gates of hell, so though it was really plump, it wasn't exactly hard. His ball sack was really big and swollen, so clearly his dom had not let him cum in a long time. Such a fucking waste to have such a big cock on a total cunt. The bitch's eyes were closed as he lay in the sling. His wrists and ankles were tied to the sling chains with cable ties that might have come from Home Depot. Very clever, actually. Much cheaper than wrist and ankle cuffs, though obviously not as classy looking. There was cum smeared all over the boy's shaved pubic area as well as his face, so he'd obviously been very well used.
The man said, "You're welcome to use my slave, though with a hot boy like you've got, I don't suppose you need to." I thanked him but said, no, Jo was getting my attention tonight.
I pointed to the St. Andrew's cross and snapped my fingers. Jo stood in front of it, moving his arms and legs to the appropriately spread positions. The cross had straps nailed to it for attaching a bitch, so I told Jo to fasten his legs, and then I came and fastened his arms. His cock was hard again, sticking out from his body as he was strapped to the cross. He was looking around as though trying to decide who was going to suck him. Holy fuck, this boy was clueless. He apparently had no idea what the cross was for. But he was going to learn.
Once Jo was attached, I looked around the room to see what toys the other dom had brought. Sure enough, there was a small flogger. I picked it up. "May I?" I asked. He smiled and said to help myself to anything in the room I wanted. As I gave it a few practice strokes against the bench, he licked his lips and moved closer to Jo.
I stepped up close to Jo and stared hard at his face. Then I slugged him in the stomach, hard enough that he would have doubled over if his arms hadn't been tied. As he tried to talk I said, "No" and hit him again in the stomach. The look on his face was shock mixed with pain.
In a low, cold voice, I said, "Now, you fucking cunt, you listen to me. You have been cocky ever since the steam room. You were fucking rude to the guy I told you to suck in the hallway. I don't give a fuck if he was older than you like or overweight. When I tell you to do a guy, you do him just like he was me unless I tell you otherwise. When you don't, you're not only dissing him, you're disrespecting me. And I will not tolerate a fucking bitch who thinks he's such hot shit that he can decide what he'll do and how he'll do it. Is that fucking clear?"
His whole body was trembling from the shock and perhaps mortification. "Sir!" he gasped.
"Sir, please sir, I'm so sorry sir. I was a shit to that guy in the hallway, sir, but I promise I meant no disrespect to you, sir. Please, I would never do that, sir, you've been so good to me, training me, teaching me, taking me in as your bitch. Please, sir, please believe me." There was urgency in his voice. He strained at the bindings as he spoke as though he wanted to get loose to drop at my feet.
"I would like to believe you, boy," I told him honestly. "But," and my voice got colder, "I don't know that I do. You obviously thought you were hot shit with all those guys wanting a piece of you in there. And then you took it on yourself to decide how to serve the man I told you to suck in the hallway. And you smirked about it, for fuck's sake." And my voice got even colder and lower. "I am very disappointed in you, shithead. That is not the way any bitch of mine operates."
SWAT. The flogger landed on Jo's abdomen, leaving several nice red marks. He moaned. SWAT. This time on his chest. I methodically went up and down his body from his shoulders to his thighs, covering every inch of that tightly muscled body with red. Jo start yelping when the strokes started landing places I'd already hit. It got loud after a bit. I almost gagged him except that the audience clearly thought the cries were hot. A couple of times, I made sure the flogger landed right on his dick and balls. He screamed when that happened.
With one last stroke to his dick, I tossed the flogger aside and watched him as the echoes of the last scream died away, replaced by panting and sobbing. His body was trembling and red all over. He was straining hard against the restraints but reflexively, I think. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and I don't think he completely knew where he was or why he was in such pain.
When the trembling subsided and the wild look faded from his eyes, I stepped closer to him. He looked at me with a look I couldn't completely interpret, though I think it was a combination of lust and fear and shame. When he was able to get his breathing back to normal, I asked him if he was ok. I have to give him credit because he didn't say anything stupid like, "No, I hurt like fuck! What do you expect?" He just nodded and said, "Yessir, I'm ok, sir."
I nodded, too. There was total silence in the dungeon. I glanced around, and there were probably eight other guys in there, who had watched me whip my bitch and listened to him moan and scream. They were mostly hard or half hard and playing with their dicks. One guy had sunk to his knees and was sucking off a hot dark-haired guy with a buzz who looked like he might have been in the armed forces himself. He was big and chiseled, and it looked like he might have had an 8" cock disappearing down the throat of his cocksucker. He was staring intently at Jo, almost not paying attention to the blowjob he was getting.
I looked back at Jo. Still silence. I finally said, "So, do you get the point?"
He shuddered again, but this time he didn't pull against the restraints. His whole front from his shoulders to his knees was red. There were even welts in a couple of places on his abs. "Yes, sir."
"What was the point?" I asked him quietly.
"You are the master, sir, and I am the bitch. My job is to obey you. I am not to question your orders or carry them out in a half-assed way just because I don't like them. If I do, you will punish me bad, sir." He paused, then added, "And I'll deserve it."
"Yes, you will. I suppose, bitch, this was partly my fault for being so easy on you earlier. You might have gotten the idea that we're friends, equals even. But we're not. You're the bitch, and I'm the boss. We can be happy with one another as long as you're completely obedient, but don't ever mistake that for equality. If you want friends, find them back on base. When you're with me..." my voice trailed off.
"I'm your bitch, sir," he said in a surprisingly strong voice, considering he'd been screaming in pain a few minutes ago.
More silence. "Yes, you are. Do you know what that means, boy?" I asked, more gently than before.
"Yessir, I do, sir. I did before, sir, but you're right. I got cocky with all those hot men around me, wanting me, lusting after me. I forgot my place, sir. I'm your bitch, sir, and I'm lucky to have you as my master."
More silence. "Yes, boy, you are, but I wonder if you really believe that." He started to answer, but I shook my head. He kept quiet. I walked around him, thinking. He kept silent. The only sounds in the room were slurping from the guy sucking off the stud and the slap of flesh on flesh from fists jerking up and down hard cocks.
I finally spoke. "OK, bitchboy, here's the deal. If I ever have to discipline you that badly again, you are in serious trouble. Is that clear?"
"Yessir."
"You will spend the rest of the weekend proving to me that you truly understand what it means to be my bitch and that you want to be my bitch."
"Yessir."
"If you fuck up that badly again, I will give you another whipping that makes this one look like a nice swim in the lake. Clear?"
He gasped but then got control immediately. "Yessir. I will be a good bitch, sir. You'll see."
I just looked at him. "And what does being a good bitch involve, cunt?"
"It means being obedient, sir. Knowing my place, sir. Making sure you can tell by my actions that I know I am your bitch, sir, and that being your bitch is the most important thing in the world to me, sir."
There was more silence.
"That was a good answer, boy. We'll see if you mean it." He was smart enough to say nothing.
More silence except for slurping and fisting noises. I pointed to a guy who was licking his lips while he was jacking his dick.
"Get him down," I said. The guy did, and Jo immediately knelt at my feet. He kissed the top of each foot. I let him stay there in his submissive position, eyes on the ground, hands behind his back, legs spread.
The muscle stud shoved his cocksucker off and walked over to me, his dick flopping as he walked. And fuck, it was at least 8 inches. When he came up, he stood in front of me, with Jo between us.
"That was very impressive, sir," he said in a quiet voice. I thanked him, wondering what he wanted. He was standing at ease, hands behind his back, legs spread. Not exactly submissive because he was looking me in the eyes, but not aggressive either. And he was looking at me intently. I stared back, and then it came to me. He was the muscle stud in the steam room who'd been fucking Jo's mouth earlier this evening. He must have seen the recognition flare in my eyes, because he smiled briefly before getting serious again.
"Is that bitch in the navy, sir?"
"Yep."
"Do you like men in the services, sir?"
"I like boys who are obedient, is what I like" I answered after a pause.
He stood there a second, then dropped to his knees and looked down at the ground. "Would you take me as your boy, sir?"
What the fuck?!? It just shows, you should never make judgments based on stereotypes. This muscled guy was about 6 ft tall, almost 200 pounds of pure muscle. He had an eight and a half inch dick that every bottom in the room wanted to be riding, and he was kneeling in front of me.
I stepped around Jo and up to the stud. "What's your name, boy?"
"Carter, sir."
"And you're in the navy, too?"
"I was, sir. Now I'm a wrestler at Northwestern, sir."
I grabbed his chin in my hand and raised it up. He looked squarely in my eyes, not flinching from my gaze, but not aggressively, either. Not really the gaze of a bitch, but...
"And you want to be the bitch of an older, slightly overweight man, why?"
He grinned briefly. "You're old enough to know what you want and how to take it, sir. You're strong and in good shape for a man your age, if I may say so, sir." And he grinned again before sobering quickly. "If that's inappropriate, sir, I know you'll make sure I don't say it again. I admire the way you treated your bitch, sir. I've been watching the two of you ever since the steam room. I know you'll be fair to me sir, even kind, as long as I am obedient and a good bitch to you, sir. You will protect me and take care of me, and all I have to do in return is obey you, sir. You clearly know a lot and can teach me a lot if you will, sir. Anyone would love to be your bitch, sir."
And he fell silent.
"Well, this one," I said drily, pointing to Jo, "didn't seem to share your opinion about my wonderfulness."
The stud grinned briefly again. "He's a kid, sir. He didn't know any better. I think he does now, though."
I looked at Jo. "You're not going to be stupid enough to whine or pout if I take on another boy, are you?"
He stayed looking down at the ground. "Of course not, sir."
I stayed quiet another few seconds, looking at the two studs kneeling in front of me. "Alright, boys, back to the room. Carter, you take Jo's leash."
"Thanks for the use of your room," I told the room's owner. He grinned and told me he hoped we'd be back. "If you wanna come fuck the young bitch to get paid for the use of your stuff," I told him, "be my guest." He smiled even more broadly and said he'd definitely see us later.
The whole time, the slave in the sling never moved or spoke. I don't know if he was passed out, stoned, or just very passive. I glanced at him as we left, and some of the cum that had been slick and wet when we came in was drying in streaks and clumps on his body. His owner saw my glance and said, "You sure you don't want him? You can have him if you do."
"Nah, no offence, but I'm not into cumsluts like that."
"None taken. I don't usually whore him out like this, but he'd been getting cocky recently. So instead of whipping him this time, I decided to show him what his life could be like if I whored him out to anyone who wanted him. I think he's gotten the point. His mouth is sore, his cunt is puffy, and he's been slapped around by a lot of the rougher guys who fucked him. When he comes to, I think he'll be a better bitch."
I shook my head as I walked out, Jo walking very obediently behind Carter on the leash, with his hands crossed behind his back, his face looking down at the ground. Apparently, the whipping had gotten his attention.
We got back to the room, and I snapped my fingers again, pointing at the floor. Both boys knelt in submissive position, eyes on the ground, hands behind their backs, legs spread. The thinner muscle stud was still red all over his front from the whipping, though the welts seemed to have gone down; the older, sturdier one just looked hot as fuck kneeling there.
I stroked my dick a few times and then slapped Carter's face with it. He opened his mouth and started to suck me. As he worked up and down my dick, his own shaft quickly got hard again. I told Jo to get up on the bed, and he scrambled to obey. I put Carter on top of him and told them to 69.
That was sexy, both my boys going after each other's cocks. The slurping noises were hot, and I leisurely fisted my dick while they sucked each other. Jo had a hand around the base of Carter's big dick since he clearly couldn't take eight plus inches in his mouth. Carter seemed to be able to deepthroat just fine, and Jo (in spite of the pain from his whipping) was moaning with pleasure around the cock in his own throat.
I grabbed Jo's ankles and pulled him down toward the foot of the bed. Carter, of course, came with him. I told Carter to get off the bed and kneel for me. He did so immediately and started sucking my cock. I let him get me rock hard before I pushed him away and told him to get the lube. He did, and lubed up Jo's cunt for me, holding the boy's legs back over his chest to get easy access to that navy pussy. While he was doing that, I was putting on a Magnum and lubing up my sheathed cock, gently stroking it. Once the bitch was lubed, I pulled him down farther to me, threw his legs over my shoulders, and put the head of my cock at his cunt. I pushed slowly but steadily in. Jo groaned and thrashed his arms on the bed but didn't say anything.
Once I was all the way in, I immediately started fucking him. Every few strokes, I'd slap his red abs smartly, just to remind him that I wasn't just his top but his dom. Every time I did, he groaned. Meanwhile, without being asked, Carter had gotten behind me, spread my asscheeks, and was rimming me while I fucked the navy bitch. Wow. I'm not a huge fan of rim jobs in general, but let me tell you that one while you're fucking a guy is hot as shit. Wow.
I was going deep into the navy bitch with every stroke and enjoying the sense of power of having this hot kid on his back with his legs spread for me, taking my fuck with every thrust, moaning for my dick: "Oh, sir, fuck me, sir, fuck your little slut, fuck my bitch cunt!" I pulled his hips farther forward and rolled my navy bitch back on his shoulders. Leaning forward, my cock was pounding nearly straight down into that hot cunt. Every few strokes, I still slapped his abs hard, alternating that with twisting his nips, drawing moans of pain every time I twisted his hot boytits. As my position changed to drive straight down into my rolled-up navy fucktoy, my other bitch couldn't do much rimming any more. I told him to come up to the side of the bed and feed his cock to the bitch I was fucking so hard. He came up quickly, and his long prick was still hard from the earlier 69 with Jo and the stimulation of rimming me. He fed his thick dick into Jo's mouth, wide open from moaning with that mixture of pain and lust I was so good at eliciting. Only about half of it would fit, but he worked that half in and out of my navy bitch's other hole. I kept fucking the one I was in, going in and out, all the way to the root every time. The bitch's cock was rock hard and wet with precum.
At one point, he tried to reach down and jerk himself, but I twisted his nipples hard to get his attention and said, "Don't be stupid, boy." He moved his arm back to the side of the bed, where it (and the other one) thrashed helplessly in lust every time I fucked past the boyclit buried deep in that hot navy cunt. As I kept fucking, Jo's cock throbbed more and more with every thrust, and his pussy kept clamping down on my fuckrod as it worked in and out, hard and deep on every thrust. Carter, meanwhile, was basically fucking the bitch's mouth because Jo wasn't really coherent enough to provide much positive sucking action. My navy bitch was now just a fucktoy, with two studs making use of his two holes. He was such a cunt, however, that he was getting off on every stroke, getting closer and closer to cumming as I kept fucking him.
Finally, he gagged on Carter's cock and then his dick started spewing boycum all over his abs and chest, with one shot going up and hitting him on the side of the face! What a cum! And all without his touching his boidick, fucked out of him just like a pussy. Hot as fuck to watch, not to mention the awesome feeling of his cunt contracting powerfully around my cock with every spasm of the bitch's own boidick. Wild!
I told Carter to pull out and to lick all the cum off the little bitch. I moved back and pulled my rock-hard cock out of his relaxing pussy, earning a long "Oooohhhh" as I slipped all the way out. The bitch was missing his master's cock already lol.
I let his legs fall down off the end of the bed as Carter cleaned him. I told Carter to keep a bunch of Jo's cum in his mouth without swallowing as he licked it up and then tongue fuck the boy's mouth. He did, and they swapped bitch-cum in a really long, hot French kiss. While Carter was bent over tongue-fucking Jo, I started playing with the muscle stud's own puss. I got some lube from the table, pushed Carter over to where his chest was basically lying on Jo's, and started lubing his cunt. He spread his legs to make it easier for me, and it wasn't long before Carter's tongue action in Jo's mouth was matched by my finger action in the stud's cunt. His big cock was throbbing up and down, almost in rhythm to my fingerfucking.
I've mentioned before, I think, how much I enjoy reducing a fuckboy to a puddle of lust, and turning this big muscle stud into a moaning bundle of desire was no exception. I hadn't really planned on fucking him yet, but he'd gotten me so hot with his moaning and the way he worked his cunt muscles around my penetrating finger, that I thought, "Meh, what the fuck? That's what he's for." So I moved directly behind that strongly muscled butt, kicked his legs farther apart so his hole was at a better angle, and positioned my still-hard cock right at his cunt hole. I pushed slow but steady, and although there was resistance at first, I finally popped through. I heard him yelp even through the kiss when my head popped through his cunt-ring--clearly, this boy didn't get fucked much. I just kept moving though, not pausing for him to get adjusted to my dick, and it wasn't long before my pubes were grinding against one of the most heavily muscled asses I'd ever fucked.
Once all the way in, I rested a minute. Carter rose up from kissing Jo and said, "Oh fuck, sir, you feel so good. You've stuffed me, sir, you've made me your pussyboy for real now." I laughed and slapped his ass.
"Fuck yeah, boy. I thought that's what you wanted.'
"It was, sir. I mean , it is, sir. But it's been a long time since I've been fucked, and you're such a stud with your cock."
I said, "Hot bitch, you aint seen nuthin, yet. Raise up a minute so Jo can get out." He did, and Jo somehow got himself out from under my new musclebitch. I then pushed Carter sharply between the shoulder blades so he collapsed his chest on the bed and started fucking him again.
"OK, my little navy bitch, turnabout is fair play. Put your boidick in my muscle boy's mouth and make him clean you up." Well, Jo gave me a big grin at that--the first one since the whipping--and did exactly as I told him. Muscleboy started licking boicum off of one dick while another one was fucking his hot cunt.
There was a lot of moaning around the dick he had in his mouth--this stud was really not used to bottoming, and who can be surprised? With his build and his dick, I'm sure his dates just expected to be fucked. And clearly he had the equipment to please them, although there was something deep inside him that wasn't satisfied with topping. As Jo's dick started hardening again in muscleboy's mouth, I pulled out of the tight cunt in front of me, slapping his ass as I did.
"Come on, boys, we're going someplace where there's more room." I didn't have a collar and leash for Carter, of course, but I took the belt out of my pants and looped it around his neck, improvising a collar and leash all in one for him. With my two hot bitches in tow, I started walking back down the dim corridors toward the dungeon room. We hadn't closed our room door while I was fucking the cum out of my young navy bitch, so once again we'd attracted quite a following.
Once we got to the dungeon room, the door was still open, so I walked in with my bitches. The slave was no longer in the sling. As I looked around the room, I saw him on the floor over by the St. Andrew's cross, his hands cuffed behind him and a ring gag in his mouth. His owner looked over at us as we came in, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.
"Can I borrow your sling to fuck muscle boy here?"
"Sure! We're not using it any more," the man said.
"You want my young bitch's ass in payment for that and the cross earlier?"
"Fuck yeah!" he said, and started rubbing his cock.
I looked over at Jo, who dropped to his knees when I glared at him. I stepped over to the boy, leaned down and said to him quietly. "You are gonna make this guy happier than he's ever been, got it? Whatever it takes. Fucking, sucking, rimming, or being beaten on the cross. Have you got that, boy?" I spoke pretty coldly to him.
"Yessir, whatever it takes, sir. Believe me, sir, I understand. I won't fuck up. I'll make you proud of your navy bitch, sir."
"Believe me, boy, when I say you'd better." And then I kissed him hard on the mouth. His own lips parted involuntarily as he moaned, and I started tongue fucking him. He moaned more before I pulled back. "Do a good job for me, little bitch."
He actually grinned at me a second before getting serious again. "I will, sir."
"OK, muscle boy, in the sling," I told him. He quickly climbed in and adjusted his position, with his arms holding on to the chains by his head and his legs propped up by the chains at the other end, open in a vee, giving me a great shot at his ass. "Awright, muscle boy, you're gonna give me a good fuck, understand?"
"Yessir," he said seriously. I lubed up my still sheathed cock and put the head at his cunt again. I didn't bother to relube him from the earlier fuck. "I want two men up here," I announced to the room. Two guys came up. "I want one of you on either side of him. Grab hold of the sling and push him down onto my cock. You boys are gonna make my muscle bitch fuck himself on my cock." Their eyes shone in anticipation as they stepped up on either side of Carter, grabbed the sling, and forced it toward me, causing my musclebitch to impale himself on the dick I was holding steady at his fuckhole. Oh yeah, baby, how fucking hot is that?
Because the sling travels like a pendulum and not actually in a straight line, it's not quite as simple as you might think to make this sling fuck work. But we got the angles right after a few tries, and the boys really enjoyed forcing the big muscle stud onto my cock. The secret is to be in the right position and not to make the sling move too far--in my case, no more than 7 inches lol...
Once they had the rhythm going, it was actually pretty hot just to stand there and have muscle boy, totally passive in the sling, be fucked on my cock without my doing any work. Of course, the slingers couldn't resist playing with his nips, twisting and grabbing them, bringing winces of pain from my sling bitch. After a little bit of this though, the stud's moans started getting me feeling more aggressive, so I dismissed the sling guys, and started fucking the hot man-cunt in front of me myself. I told them they could have a treat, though, and one of them shoved his hard dick into musclestud's mouth for a good sucking. The other one must have been more of a bottom, because he got behind me, spread my cheeks, and started rimming me while I fucked the muscle bitch in front of me. Oh yeah, fucking hot!
Meanwhile, the room's owner had tied my navy bitch to the fuck bench in the room (which reminded me that I still hadn't seen the fuck bench in the main part of the bathhouse), wrists and ankles to the legs of the padded bench, with his ass invitingly positioned in the air in the middle. He lubed up his cock and remembering that I insisted on safe fucking, put on a rubber which he then slathered with lube. He stepped up behind the bound navy bitch and plunged into his boy cunt in one stroke, drawing a big groan of pain from Jo. Hard and fast this guy started fucking him, clearly intent on causing the maximum amount of response from the tied-up bitch in front of him with his cockmanship. He said to the room in general, "Somebody plug this boy's mouth, he's making too much noise." Well, a dark-skinned guy stepped quickly up and shoved his half-hard dick in Jo's mouth, damping down the noise. Meantime, the fucker kept up his powerfuck in my navy's bitch's hot cunt. It wasn't long before he pulled out, ripped off the rubber and threw sperm all over the bitch ass in front of him, a bunch of it shooting up on the boy's back. When he was through cumming, he rubbed his dick all over Jo's ass, smearing cum everywhere. He told the dark guy fucking Jo's mouth to come lick it up. The dude gave him a look like, "are you shitting me?" and just kept mouth fucking my bitch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fucking a helpless, bound mouth, which turned out to be a mistake.
Pissed off at being disobeyed, the erstwhile fucker had picked up a flogger, gotten behind the dark-skinned guy, and started whipping his butt. The guy's eyes flew open as he screamed. "I fucking told you to lick up my cum, you lousy cunt" the flogger told him. The guy pulled out fast and got the fuck out of the room as quick as he could. The rest of the room pretty much laughed at him as the cum dribbled down the bound navy bitch's sides and ass cheeks. The flogger looked disgusted, then spied a couple of dildos on a table in the corner of the room. He went over to get them; and when he came back, he plugged Jo's mouth with one, warning him not to let it fall out, and then shoved the other roughly up my poor little bitch's pussy. The dildo was bigger around than the guy's cock, so Jo groaned, but of course he couldn't open his mouth without risk of the dildo falling out. I imagine he bit down on it hard as the pain of the dildo being rammed up his cunt radiated from his ass into his gut.
Meanwhile, I was enjoying a great fuck and rim job, and one of the slingguys was getting a nice blowjob. That's not easy when you're in a sling, btw, because the angles are wrong and keep changing. But muscleboy was doing the best he could, and the words coming out of the sling guy's mouth--"Suck me, you muscle bitch. Oh fuck yeah, you're a hot muscleboy. You've got one fucking hot mouth, you muscleslut"-- indicated that he was quite pleased with the service he was getting. Without any warning, he pulled out and gave the muscle boy a huge facial. I think that's hot as fuck to watch a bitch being marked with a man's cum, and it's particularly hot when the bitch looks like such a fucking top himself lol. Carter groaned when the guy slung his cum all over him, but otherwise he didn't say anything, concentrating of the feel of my big cock in his hot muscle pussy, pounding in and out, rubbing his boiclit with every stroke, making his dick jerk and leak like a hose. I told the guy rimming me to come up and suck my bitch dry, and he had no problem changing sex modes. From rimmer to sucker in under thirty seconds lol.
He started just by licking up all of Carter's precum, but soon he had the head and as much of the shaft as he could fit in his mouth, licking and sucking that hot stud dick that I was fucking into orgasm. Between my cock in his cunt and the mouth on his dick, Carter warned me, "Oh sir, I'm gonna cum. Oh, please sir, if you don't want me to cum, get his mouth off my dick, oh sir, sir..." I pulled the guy's mouth off my muscle bitch's dick. Not that I didn't want him to cum, but he was so close I wanted to fuck the cum out of him rather than having it jerked out. So I sped up the tempo and just rubbed my hand lightly over the engorged leaking dick in front of me. In just a few moments, the dick throbbed and started spewing cum. I grabbed Carter's thighs and buried my cock to the hilt in him while his dick spasmed and his cunt muscles clenched around my cock in time to the spurting of his dick. Fuck, that was hot--it was all I could do not to cum myself. I held myself really still, though, because I had more sex plans (I bet you could guess that, right? lol). Meanwhile, Carter's whole body was shaking the sling as he trembled and shuddered in the aftermath of his cum. I pulled out and he groaned, missing my hard fullness in his pussy. I told the guy who had been sucking him to clean up my boy with his tongue. The guy grinned and immediately got to work.
As I turned around to check on my navy bitch, I saw that the room guy had gotten what looked like a wooden spoon and was flicking Jo's balls with it every once in a while as he stood behind the bound navy bitch. Jo was moaning, but I wondered why the noise wasn't louder. Then I came closer and saw that the guy had gagged him. It was a piss gag, and he invited me to fill it up. I thought, "Meh, what the fuck? Jo deserves this today." So, I walked around the front and put my dick in the funnel that was attached to the gag. After calming my hard-on down some, I managed to start pissing--although it took awhile to start the flow. I hadn't drunk much water recently, so the piss was a dark yellow and smelled. My little bitch wasn't gonna like that at all lol.
It was fun watching Jo have to struggle to suck all the piss down while his balls were being beaten. I'm not normally into shit quite that heavy, but Jo had fucked up big time and he deserved what he was getting, imo. Finally, I finished pissing and the room guy seemed to lose interest in Jo's balls, even though the constant thwapping with the spoon had gotten them all red and swollen. Interestingly, Jo's dick was pretty plump, if not totally hard; the navy boy must have gotten off on his abuse at least a little bit.
I asked the room guy how his fuck had gone, and he was quite pleased. He went over to the table in the corner of the room and came back with a card he gave me. Told me he was an "actual slave master" and usually went to BDSM club meetings, but every once in a while he liked to play "a little lighter" as he put it. He told me to give him a call if I ever wanted to come to one of the club meetings. Said he thought that based on the way I'd whipped Jo earlier, I had "the makings of a real slave master." I'm sure if Jo heard that, his eyes must have gotten big as shit!
I thanked him and asked if I could untie my navy bitch now. He shrugged and said sure, that Jo was a good fuck but a very poor slave. I in turn shrugged, but I thought, "Well as he's not a slave number 1, and number 2 he's mine and not yours, that's not really relevant, but what the fuck..." As I looked around the room, I saw that grungeboy had come into the room at some point. I told him to untie the navy bitch and take him back to our room.
Meanwhile, seeing grungeboy reminded me that gothboy should still be waiting for me at the main fuck bench out in the maze somewhere since that's where I'd sent him earlier. Ah yes, I was gonna go get me a piece of that emo bitch lol.