My master leads me over to the area that'll be used tonight in his special basement room. He prefers to call this a "learning center" rather than a dungeon or torture chamber, since I'm supposed to be learning to take pain like a man. For the first time I see a new, unusual apparatus mounted on the floor. It looks sort of like a hitching post seen in westerns for cowboys to tie their horses to --- a mid-height horizontal beam secured at each end by a vertical post. But there's another, shorter piece of wood rising up vertically about three feet from the middle of the horizontal beam.
As I look things over, once again the mantra "I've got a bad feeling about this" plays in my head --- but that's nothing new since it happens each time he leads me downstairs. And with good reason --- I haven't made a trip to this room yet that didn't result in my master delivering frightening levels of expertly effective, agonizing pain and misery to my body. And of course, my proper lot as a devoted slave is to unquestioningly accept whatever my master does to me, and to instantly obey without hesitation any order he gives me (and if I fail, or am too slow to respond to a command, I'll suffer extremely unpleasant consequences). He doesn't have to train me to endure and tolerate severe punishment and harsh torture --- if he simply enjoys (and I know he does) inflicting pain and hearing my screams, that alone is justification for what he does to me.
I'm naked as usual, wearing only a leather collar with a chain leash attached to it. He removes the leash and then positions me down on my knees directly next to the "hitching post" with my back against it --- obviously I'm the one who's going to be hitched to it, not any horse. It turns out there are three heavy metal rings in the floor along each of my backward-extending lower legs. He proceeds to tie them down where they rest on the floor behind my body trunk, anchoring the rope into the rings. Each lower leg is secured at the ankle, then mid-length directly around the calf muscle, and finally right below the knee. The ropes are pulled very tight.
Next it's my arms. They're extended horizontally along the beam at a sharp right angle from my body trunk and firmly roped down to the wood in three spots: by my armpits, by the elbows, and at the wrists.
The piece of wood rising up from the middle of the horizontal beam is behind my back, neck, and head now. He rotates my collar so that the ring for attaching the leash is at the back of my neck and then passes a smaller rope through the ring to tightly secure my neck to the wood. It's not tight enough to choke me but still quite effective in preventing me from moving that part of my body.
Then a strap is wrapped completely around the top of my head at mid-forehead level and tightly attached to the wood behind my head. I'm totally immobilized. I can't move by body --- including my head --- at all.
What happens now in the preparations takes me by surprise --- it's something I wasn't at all expecting. Each upper lid of each eye has a special clip attached to it which is then tied to the head strap over my forehead. I can't close my eyes. Whatever's going to happen, I have no choice but to watch it all.
Finally internal hard plastic mouth props --- normally used by oral surgeons --- are wedged tightly into place, as far back as they can possibly go, between my upper and lower molars, on each side of my open mouth, forcing me to keep it open as wide as possible (abnormally wide --- in a matter of moments my jaws are already sore from the strain). It's impossible for me to shut my mouth, totally out of my control.
The door opens and fourteen other men enter the room and slowly parade before me --- making sure to bring their mesmerizing crotches very close to my completely immobilized and totally vulnerable face. It's amazing ---they look like such rough and mean characters, very evil and sinister. Most are outfitted in black leather and metal --- some bare-chested, some with open vests, some with harnesses on. Some have full length leather pants, some denim jeans, some leather shorts, and some are wearing jock straps (cloth and leather ones). The crotch bulges they're sporting are substantial, prominent, impressive, menacing, intimidating, and demand being noticed. Besides varying amounts of body hair, they also display different degrees of body decoration --- tattoos and piercings --- some with none or very few, and some are heavily adorned this way, with most falling somewhere in the middle. And they're all lean and fit --- no fat, no flab, and no one's ridiculously overly muscled either. These look like serious men who mean business, and my worry level is rising fast.
Now my master makes a little speech --- as if what's about to happen isn't obvious. It doesn't take a high IQ to know the score --- these dangerous-looking, extremely sexy, hot men are clearly here to pleasure themselves in my mouth. In some ways I wish my master would keep his own mouth shut so the assault can start and I can get this over with --- I really don't need to know in advance all the chilling details about what's going to happen and how it's going to be done. But as I've learned by now, my master is an expert in the use of words to instill psychological terror in advance of the pain that'll be coming from an actual physical ordeal.
"These men are all very special friends of mine. I should also mention that they're all heavily endowed where it counts the most for a man --- as you'll soon see. Almost all of them are masters with their own slaves. It wasn't easy to get them all here at the same time, and some have traveled long distances to be part of this very special event --- but some things are worth going to extra trouble for, don't you think?"
He pauses and then goes on. "When you get right down to it --- at the most basic level --- ev'ry man here is a primitive animal --- in the worst possible way --- barbaric, ruthless, hedonistic, devoted to his endless personal delight, on testosterone overload, insatiable, horny as hell, and consumed and driven by unquenchable lust. Each of my guests has a great big dick, more than eight inches long when fully hard. Most are nine and ten inches, and there are two eleven inch wonders. You're about to intimately come to know extremely well ev'ry single bit of ev'ry epic dick here, numerous times. And they're all thick and hefty, too --- packing plenty of punch in their girth as well as length. We're here for a gang oral rape session --- and yours is the mouth in store for this special treat. Each man here is going to shove his hard cock all the way into it, to the hilt, down the hatch, way past your tonsils and down as far as he can possibly force himself into your throat --- over and over and over again. He's here for his pleasure at your expense. No one is going to hold back. It's going to be brutal, ferocious, and savage --- an all-out, non-stop, no-mercy, seemingly endless assault --- your mouth is going to be horribly raped and ravished. Eventually, hours and hours from now when it finally ends, you'll be sore and raw beyond belief. There probably won't be any blood, but you never know. Each man will fuck your face as hard, fast, furious, and rough as he wants --- and for as long as he wants --- and as many times as he wants. Ev'ry man here is going to shower massive amounts of cum into your mouth and onto your face, head, neck, shoulders, and torso. Each one's been saving his cum for you for at least a full day --- and most for several days --- so there'll be plenty of it. If you aren't already by the time this is over you're going to be thoroughly used to the taste of men's cum."
I shudder inwardly as he continues. "We're also here to totally shatter, demolish, decimate, obliterate, eviscerate, emasculate, and completely destroy your gag reflex, once and for all time. It simply won't exist after tonight. You haven't been able to conquer it on your own, so we're going to take care of it for you now. Once this is over there won't be a trace of it left. So as you can see, we'll actually be doing you a great service. Sure, there are other methods for dealing with a stubborn gag reflex. But the slow, gradual, a millimeter at a time approach can take months and months. This way is better, really, `cause it's so much faster."
His words have the desired effect. I'm overtaken with extreme panic, fear, anxiety, and dread. My head's a mass of conflicting emotions. I totally lack any ability to mentally control myself and steel myself up for what's about to take place.
"The men've drawn numbers to see what order they're going in. As the host I'll be last. Since I only have eight inches you'll be relieved for me to step up and have my turn at that point. By normal standards I have a big dick. But these men are in a different league altogether --- they're all hung huge, with massively big dicks. I'm the small fry around here tonight. By cock size alone, I don't quite have what it takes to join this select crew."
After a brief moment he continues. "But when I step up and fuck your beautiful mouth --- finally for the first time all of me will indeed be inside your mouth --- that'll be just the end of round one. We'll go in order for three full rounds minimum. And after that anyone interested can still have another turn. Admittedly by then there won't be as much cum around, but each man can still fuck your face until he has yet another orgasm. I'd venture to say most will opt for many more goes at you. At the very least each encounter will probably last five minutes, and many considerably more. We're going to be here for hours and hours. Actually in the end the number of rounds and turns won't matter. In reality there are no limits. We're not going to stop until every single man here is finally thoroughly satiated and doesn't want to do it to you again, however long it may take --- and believe me, it won't happen soon. You've got a hot body, after all, and your mouth and throat are delectable prizes. I sent them pictures of you earlier --- you're a very sexy man, and they've been looking forward to this event for days."
He pauses for a moment to let me grasp what he's just said --- no limits. "These men are unstoppable, insatiable, testosterone-driven, frenzied animals --- aggressive go-getters who don't and won't hold back or back down in the least. No one here's going to play `Mr. Nice Guy' with you --- each man will enter your mouth with the goal of making you suffer more than the previous one and won't be satisfied until he does. Of course, the two eleven-inchers have a natural advantage over the rest of us, size-wise. All of these bastards are extremely horny, multi-orgasmic, endurance marathon champions. They can fuck and fuck and fuck a face like yours all night long --- and they're ready and eager to --- and I promise you they --- we, that is --- will."
I've never felt so hopeless and doomed. "Plus we're an extremely competitive bunch --- if someone's done you six times, you can bet someone else will want to best him and go for seven. And we're certainly going to keep track. We could rely on the honor system, but instead, each man who finishes and backs away from your body after he's cum will have a number written on his forehead with a waterproof black marker. The first time he's violated you it'll naturally be a 1' --- after the second time the 1' will be crossed out and a `2" will be written next to it --- and so on. And remember --- no one's going to withdraw and back off until he's had his orgasm, no matter how long it takes. When the numbers on foreheads get to be on the high side, most of the cum available will have been used up, so at that point regrettably there won't be as much white sauce flying around. And naturally by then most likely some of the men will start requiring more time in your mouth to get off --- but we have all the time in the world."
My master pauses briefly to let that sink in before continually his verbal taunting. "This isn't going to end until ev'ry single man here can no longer get erect for yet another go at your mouth. Just think how long it'll take for that to happen. When a man is down for the count and can't seem to get it up any more, he'll have plenty of time to get over it while his peers are busy continuing their enjoyment at your expense. Enough time to recover and revive so he'll be hard once more and ready to get back on the saddle for another ride. And he'll have lots of buddies to assist in stimulating and reviving him to full glory again --- a fine example of friends helping each other out."
The sweat of fear is pouring off my body by now as he continues speaking. "Those who are waiting their turn --- when they aren't observing you --- can relax watching porn on the big screen. And I'm going to show some of the footage I've taken of you suffering here in this very room during some of our other pain sessions. And by the way --- if you know what's good for you, you'd better not throw up when a big cock triggers your gag reflex ---- if you do the consequence will be a swift, hard, savage kick in the balls."
Ohmigod. I don't think I've ever been so shaken up. How will I get through this and survive? --- not that I have any choice in the matter.
"We've got a system. While Man Number 1 is thrusting away inside your mouth, Man Number 3 will be acting like a fluffer, using hands and mouth to get Man Number 2 ready so that when Man Number 1 finishes depositing his cum on and in you, Man Number 2 will be rock hard, fully erect and able to step right up and go to town. And some of the time I'll be photographing and filming what takes place, as usual."
He stops to consider what he's just said. "Perhaps you don't know what a fluffer is --- allow me to explain. A fluffer is a production crew member on the set of a porn movie as it's being filmed. His job is to use his mouth and hands to get male actors maximally erect so that they'll be ready to perform without wasting time as soon as the cameras are ready to roll and the director yells `action!' Imagine getting paid money to do that --- nice work if you can get it, huh?"
He pauses and then remembers something. "Damn, I almost forgot." He moves to the side, steps away briefly, and then momentarily returns with an object in each hand. "These aren't really necessary, but I figure, why the hell not?" He shows me the surgical hemostats he's carrying and I instantly panic. We've used them before, and I have a healthy respect for them. Normally in the operating room they clamp off bleeding vessels to stem the flow of blood and keep the operating field clear. Surgeons can use dozens of them during the course of a long procedure. But it also turns out that when locked on at the tightest level they're the most painful thing anyone's found so far that can be used as nipple clamps for tit-torture.
I gasp and wince and start tearing from the immediate severe chest agony that results as soon as he puts them on --- as tight as possible, of course (whenever there's a choice of pain levels, my master almost always goes for the max). He gleefully chatters away as he works. "Who knows? Maybe they'll help take your mind off of what's going on in your mouth --- give you something else to focus on, you know?"
There's another brief lull and then the intimidating words continue flowing out his mouth. "By the way--- it's certainly true that for many cocks, depending on their curve and the angle at which they come off of the man's body trunk, taking them on from the front on your knees isn't at all the most favorable position to be in to deep throat them. But rest assured, every one of these huge dicks is absolutely going fully down your throat endless times, whether or not you're in the best position for it. After all, this is not at all about your ease and comfort now, is it? That's not a priority in any way. In fact, should you experience any comfort then we haven't done our job right. But I'm not worried --- there's little danger of that. Truth be told, you look a bit --- how does that phrase go? --- `green around the gills' already --- and we haven't even started. You can't begin to imagine right now how much misery we have in store for you. You have to experience it to know it --- and you're about to. Isn't that wonderful? I certainly think so, anyway."
He steps directly in front of me to see the fear in my eyes. "I can't begin to tell you how excited I am about this --- right from the beginning I immediately knew you've badly needed this since the first day I found you. And now at last it's going to happen. Oh, yes, this'll be a night to remember!" That's easy enough for him to say. And for a fleeting moment I wonder if he ever experienced at some point in the past what's about to happen to me.
He's so thrilled about this --- I wish I could muster any enthusiasm about it, but all I'm feeling is incredible terror, fear, doom, anxiety, and dread --- which, of course, is the desired outcome of his stopping to say all these things to me first. Before it really starts.
"And speaking of remembering things, you must never forget that blow jobs --- or in this case, what's happening tonight, having your face fucked --- are what you were born for --- your purpose, your mission, your calling --- the reason you exist. It's quite simple, really --- you were put on this earth to suck and feed on and satisfy men's big dicks with your mouth. As your master I should try to personally have you eat my dick at least three times a day --- and I'm feeling a little guilty that I haven't always done that. But for a cocksucker like you that's not nearly enough. One of the greatest challenges in life is for you to get an adequate number of hard cocks in your mouth each day, and the sad reality is that it seldom happens. And to make it even more difficult, of course, ideally they need to be big dicks --- you and I both know there's little satisfaction to be gained from servicing a merely average-sized six-inch cock. Some of these men are staying for a few days, but unfortunately some have to leave later in the day tomorrow. I wish they could remain indefinitely so you could suck them off --- more than once, of course --- each day. Better yet, they'd be here with all of their own slaves --- we'd probably have to put tents up on the lawn --- for you to repeatedly service as well. And remember, after tonight, you'll be able to deep throat any man, since you won't have a gag reflex any longer."
He pauses for a moment before continuing. "If these men could stay for an extended period of time, there are other things we could work on --- having conquered your gag reflex problem. We'd train you to identify each man as you suck him off blindfolded by the feel of his dick against your tongue. And you could learn to accurately measure how long a dick is to the nearest quarter of an inch by where you feel it come to rest down your throat when completely swallowed to the hilt --- again, you'd be blindfolded for this. And probably harder, though not impossible, would be learning to identify each man simply by the taste of his cum --- you wouldn't know which dick the cum you'd be tasting came out of. And of course, a valuable incentive to help you more quickly learn any of these things would be a hard kick in the balls for every mistake."
His final pause before tonight's action really commences at last ensues. "But enough of this. I digress --- and the hot, horny, hard, hung natives are getting very restless." And with that, he loudly announces: "Let's get this show on the road!"
As he steps away from me I clearly see Man Number 2 on his knees, and Man Number 1 withdraws from his mouth sporting a stunningly magnificent erection --- that much certainly can't be denied. The thing is absolutely huge --- he ought to be required to have a permit for carrying around a lethal weapon. As he steps over and positions himself at the open entrance to my vulnerable mouth I'm overwhelmed with a sense of impending doom --- in a movie the hero would somehow get rescued now, but this is real life. With each of his hands the primed stud grabs onto one of my shoulders to give him some support and anchorage for the savage thrusting that's about to commence. Unable to close my eyes, I see everything. Somehow this assault would be easier if I were blindfolded, as my master well knows. Later on, though, I won't always be able to see clearly --- due to the combination of copious amounts of cum and silent tears flooding my eyes.
And so my ordeal begins in earnest. In no time I'm delirious. I keep telling myself "this can't be happening" but of course it is. I constantly choke, gasp, quake, tremble and spasm --- sometimes quite violently. I keep being told things like "calm down and relax --- just breathe through your nose --- you're making this a lot harder for yourself than it needs to be."
The first time one of the eleven-inch men has his turn --- as if the size of his cock isn't bad enough --- he decides to do something different for leverage to support his demonic, frenzied, relentless in-out pelvic thrusts (he's humping my mouth as if possessed). Instead of grabbing onto my upper arms or shoulders or the back of my head like everyone else has done so far, he firmly latches onto the hemostats torturing my nips. It's a bit more awkward, but the severe agony I experience as he constantly pulls on my already sore tits with all his weight makes it all worthwhile from his point of view. After that nearly everyone wants to do it this way. My nips feel like they're going to be ripped off my body. In my head I imagine the blood dramatically spurting out of the holes left behind in my pecs where my nips once were, and I wonder if plastic surgeons can reconstruct realistic-looking replacements.
As the night progresses not everyone is sitting watching the videos to pass the time. Seemingly at every moment there's at least a small crowd gathered around me, observing whoever's turn it is at work lustily violating my mouth with energy, enthusiasm, and gusto. They constantly call out to each other, giving shouts of encouragement ("that's it --- fuck his face --- harder"), congratulating each other ("way to skull-fuck, man"), teasing each other ("can't you fuck his mouth any faster than that? Jesus, you're going way too easy on him! don't be a wimp!--- wait `till it's my turn and I'll show you how it's done"). When someone lets loose with a particularly spectacular multi-spurt heavily splattering cum eruption there're spontaneous statements of delight and high-fives all around. They're having a grand time, absolutely loving what's happening, and are in no hurry whatsoever for it to end.
And so it goes on just as my master said it would, for hours and hours. Very early in the game I lose all track of time. In the wee small hours of the morning (it's nearly sunrise by the time they stop) when at last this ordeal is truly over and after I'm released from my bondage and the hemostats and eyelid clips are removed, someone --- I don't know who --- carries my limp, spent body upstairs and dumps me onto my bed, leaving me there, thoroughly drenched in cum. I suppose it was my master.
Late the next morning, after only a few hours have passed, I awaken to find my master sponging the dried cum off of my torso. Before he's finished I bring my mouth to his bulging crotch for a meal. And as always he's correct --- for the first time ever I find I can completely swallow all of his eight inches, since I truly no longer possess a gag reflex. He hasn't had much time to make a lot of fresh new cum yet, but, greedy pig that I am, I slurp down every bit I can get out of him, leaving him totally and thoroughly drained.
"A catered brunch for our guests will be starting soon. And I'm going to send each man in here, one at a time, so you can personally thank him properly in private for the part he played last night in destroying your gag reflex --- the same way you've just thanked me. You don't have to utter a word --- what you do will speak for itself. This time each man is going to remain perfectly still, standing before you --- after you liberate him from whatever mid-body clothing he may have on, you're going to do all the work. And of course you will liberally and repeatedly deep throat each man --- all the way --- and swallow every last drop of fresh cum you can possibly extract from his body. I expect you to give each man the best, highest quality, supreme blow job you can possible deliver. There's no rush --- you'll spend plenty of time adoring and eating each cock."
Then he stops and seemingly out of nowhere he has an uncapped permanent ink black marker in his hand. Slowly and carefully he neatly prints in two-inch high bold block letters the words CUM SLUT --- FEED ME onto my upper chest.
"When each man returns from this room," he says next, " I'm going to personally ask him if you've done a superlative job. Naturally ev'ry single one of them has very ambitious personal standards indeed about what constitutes being a truly memorable and magnificent cocksucking experience --- they're appreciative connoisseurs of true oral pleasure at the highest level. You're going to have to be a supreme, consummate artist --- in top form, at the peak of your game --- going after and going down on ev'ry single dick presented to you as if your life depends on it and it's the last cock on earth. And if any man isn't one-hundred percent satisfied and tells me he feels you didn't perform expertly enough at a superb level --- or if one single drop of cum leaks out of your mouth and remains unswallowed --- there'll be hell to pay and you'll be the one paying it. You just think you've experienced some agony in the basement so far. You're really an innocent babe in the woods at this point --- you don't know yet what true pain is. But if any guest informs me the dicksucking experience he's just had in your mouth isn't an outstandingly excellent one, before the day's over you're going to come to know severe pain beyond any level of magnitude you can possibly imagine --- and plenty of it. The guests who haven't left yet will help administer it. And remember, as competitive as they are, each one will be striving to make you scream the loudest and the longest. My basement is extremely well-equipped for all kinds of modalities, scenarios, and methods --- and I'll turn each man loose to do whatever he wants to you. The possibilities are endless and sublime to contemplate. These men can be immensely creative when free to work over a victim in a dungeon however they want --- they'll come up with ways to make you uncomfortable --- and that's putting it quite mildly --- that you can't even begin to envision. And they'll gladly take on the challenge of making you cum multiple times through torture alone without your dick ever being touched."
He's capped the marker, set it down, and moved toward the door. "Have I made myself perfectly clear?" I merely nod my head up and down in response. Once more he's terrified me with mere words.
"Do you have any questions?" This time I move my head from side to side.
And with that he departs. A few seconds later, though, as I'm about settle in to wait for my first visitor, he pops his head back in momentarily to add "And of course, once you've properly thanked everyone, those who want will be back for more --- seconds, thirds, fourths, and so on --- once again, there are no limits. I imagine every single one of our guests will be a repeat customer. These are all extremely driven, highly sexually charged, multi-orgasmic men with tremendous staying power, after all --- even when there's no more cum left in their bodies, you can still bring each one off again and again and again, skillfully and devotedly worshipping the bounty before you with your mouth, tongue, lips, throat, and hands. You'll be very well fed indeed without attending the brunch. You're gonna be busy for hours. And if you know what's good for you, ev'ry single blow job you give had better be magnificent."
He gleefully smiles and then surprises me by stepping back into the room. He shuts the door and lowers his briefs --- as his dick pops out I'm thrilled to see it's fully hard once more. "So I guess a little extra practice might not be a bad idea. Crawl over here on your knees and suck me off again --- a quickie this time, less than five minutes --- and no hands. Don't neglect my balls, either. This had better be top notch or you'll be damned sorry."
My work is cut out for me, and I get right down on it and go to town, giving my all to this, my second of considerably more blow jobs to deliver this day. Maybe later on I'll feel differently about it, but right now --- enthralled at the thought of all those hefty cocks waiting for me to suck multiple times --- I can't help secretly thinking how lucky I am. I silently vow and make it my intention to show ev'ry man here that I suck dick better than any slave of his own. If I do say so myself, I'm a damned good cocksucker --- and proud of it. My main weakness was the deep throat deficiency, but now that's been taken care of. I figure if a cock deserves to be in my mouth, it also deserves the best quality blow job I can possibly give it. I know for a fact it was what I could do to him with my mouth, right from the beginning, that led my master to take me on as a slave --- figuring with some further training and guidance I had to potential to become a fabulous master cocksucker. There's absolutely nothing in this life better than a great blow job --- giving or receiving one. As long as I like the dick, I go after it with gusto and enthusiasm. My master is right --- I am obsessed with sucking off big dicks and can never seem to get enough --- I can't deny it.
Right now, however, my master fails to mention something I don't realize, fathom, or consider at the time but should have if I had half a brain --- and I'm sure the omission is no accident. The simple fact is that no matter how spectacularly I perform now on my knees with my mouth on their big dicks, at least one of the men will be bound, determined, and guaranteed to maintain that I wasn't a good enough cocksucker --- outright lying completely on purpose so those who haven't left yet will get to further enjoy and entertain themselves by severely punishing me in the basement --- and they'll laugh at my suffering and screams as they torment and torture me. Once again --- although I only come to realize it later --- I'm being too innocent and naïve, failing to think rationally and realistically. As is so often the case, it seems I'm basically doomed before I even start, in a no-win situation, trying to compete and run in a race I can't possibly finish, spinning my wheels with the odds totally stacked against me without a chance of successfully avoiding intense misery and pain. Naturally as a lowly and humble slave this is my proper and rightful destiny and I have no right to expect anything else.