Master Tim was chatting with me online again and getting me so worked up for more of his abuse that it nearly drove me insane. The last session here at my place last night was so damn hot. I was still sore from it and had trouble walking normal but I couldn't resist the temptation to serve him again immediately. Now he was telling me to get ready for something bigger and better and to make sure I'm serious about serving him properly. I knew I had to make him proud, no matter what he wanted, no matter what he did or ordered me to do.
This time, he wanted to come use me at my place again. Earlier today, he said he would be over tonight and that I should have lots of cigarettes ready for him. He wanted 2 cartons of cigarettes this time - Marlboro Reds. I don't smoke but he ordered me to buy a few more packs for myself and to start smoking them right away so that my throat was raw and my mouth tasted like an ash tray. I'd been smoking for a few hours since our afternoon chat and damn did I feel like crap. I don't know how these guys do it.
Now, he says he wants me to shove a butt plug in my ass immediately and leave it in there to loosen myself up good for when he arrives. Then, he ordered me to duct tape my mouth shut and write on it "FAG" with permanent black marker because he hates my whiny, bitchy voice. He had left the collar and leash on me last night and I put it back on. He got so mad when I told him I had taken it off to go to the store. I'll never make that mistake again. I know he'll punish me good for doing that.
I didn't dare ask him what time he would be here. I remembered last time he got really upset when I asked. I just left the back door open as usual, with a note that read, "Welcome, Master Tim" and then I got on all fours, naked by the back door with the cigarettes laid out in front of me as an offering to him when he arrived. This time I waited on my knees for at least an hour before he arrived. My knees were killing me but I wasn't about to get up or do something else for fear that I wouldn't be there, waiting and ready the moment he walked in.
All the while I was so nervous that someone else would see me or walk in from the back alley while I was on my knees there like that. A couple times people walked by but they didn't seem to notice that the door was open and I was there on all fours like that. Finally though, Master Tim walked in. He was alone this time.
"Hello, faggot! You ready to serve your master? (I nodded) I see you got the smokes. Good boy!"
Master Tim reached down and ripped the duct tape off my face with one quick swipe. Goddamn did that hurt! I was trying not to scream but I couldn't help but to tear up.
"Oh you little pussy! What the fuck are you crying about?! Light me a mother fucking cigarette before I beat you silly!"
"Yes, Master!"
I quickly lit up a cigarette for him and then got back down on all fours and started to kiss his shoes. He smacked me on the side of the head.
"Cut that shit out, boy!"
Then he sat on me like I was a stool and started to enjoy some long drags on the cigarette. The house already wreaked of smoke. I think the bus station smelled better than my place so who cared at that point. Master rested one hand on my ass as he sat there. My buns were so sore from the beating last night that I winced. He seemed surprised but just smiled and kept smoking.
"Well, boy. Get your ass up and lay across that coffee table. C'mon, hurry the fuck up."
I quickly assumed the position on the coffee table and, before I knew it, Master Tim had bent over and stuck his face right in mine. Smoke was pouring out of his mouth into my face as he said, "I got something special in mind for you tonight. Last night was nothing compared to this, boy!"
"Shit!", I thought. Last night was pretty extreme. What the heck could he have in mind now?!
Just then, Master Tim grabbed the roll of duct tape off the ground and started duct taping my arms and legs to the coffee table. I was so damn afraid. My heart was pumping. I didn't know anything about this guy really and had no concept of how wild or abusive he could be. But I let him do it to me and didn't resist for a moment. It was so erotic. I was so tense. I was preparing myself for anything, or so I thought. After ashing all over me, he started to inspect the butt plug I had in my ass and he started to slam it in and out of my hole to make sure I was really loosened up.
"Good. You stay right there, cunt! I'll be back later."
What?! What did he mean stay right here? I had no choice. How much later? And then what?! Crap! My mind kept racing about the possibilities. Was he going to cut me up into pieces and haul me away in trash bags? Was he going out to get a dildo from his car? Was he going to come back tonight or tomorrow night? What if I got hungry or thirsty or had to piss or shit?! The possibilities were agonizing.
And so I laid there taped to the coffee table with the butt plug in my ass, the house filled with smoke, my mouth tasted like a damn ash tray. But I was still so excited to serve my Master and make him proud - scared as hell but excited. What if someone else came in in the mean time? What if he just didn't come back at all? But he did and shit was I surprised.
It must have been a couple hours later before I heard footsteps coming in the back door but I didn't hear Master Tim's voice so I really started freaking out. In fact, there were a lot of voices, not just a few. I didn't know if it was just random guys from the neighborhood checking out the place to rob it or if they were with Master Tim.
"Hey, bitch! Your master told us to come on over and make ourselves at home so guess who's ass is ours tonight!"
I thought the guys he brought with him last night were a party but this time he damn near brought half the bar. I don't know if they were all friends of his or if he invited anyone and everyone online to my place or if there's some S&M/fetish organization that he organized this thing with but they were all pouring into my house like it was an open door frat party. All the while, I was taped there, exposed and helpless. They were all starting to smoke and drink in my place, eating my food, going through my stuff and making themselves at home. Some were smoking cigarettes, some cigars, some were smoking weed too. The thugs with the swisher sweets and the ripped bodies got me so hot but I fought not to make eye contact or antagonize them too much.
A lot of them would walk by and taunt me about how they were going to use me. They took turns beating my ass and making me cry. One guy had a riding crop and he kept smacking my nuts with it while everyone cheered him on. I gotta admit though, it got me hard as a rock. He knew I loved it even though I was in pain. Guys were fucking all around me. Hot guys! Then, I finally heard Master Tim's voice in the next room but he didn't come in right away to check on me. I could hear him fucking some guy out there and grunting as he ordered the guy around and abused him. My mind focused only on him for a while and I almost forgot that these guys were using me, raping me, violating and humiliating me......almost, except for the crushing pain on my buns and nuts and the constant gag reflex from all the cocks in my throat.
Then, I heard Master Tim's voice and saw him coming into the room through the cloud of smoke. He was naked and kind of sweaty from whoever he just finished using. Damn he looked hot! What a body! And that cock was to die for. I didn't care how much pain I was in, I just dreamed of him fucking me right then and there.
"How's my fucking slave?!"
All I could do though was moan since I had cocks in me from both ends.
"Good!" He said, "The night's just getting started so save some strength, bitch!"
Then he smacked my ass hard and told one of the other guys, "He's pretty pathetic but I like how hard he tries to please me."
I think Master Tim was trying to make me jealous and it was working because he brought a line of slaves in and lined them up for me to watch him using them. He fucked one guy's face so hard I thought he was going to shatter the drywall behind him. My eyes were so full of tears and my body so exhausted. I was having trouble seeing with the tears and all the smoke in the room but then he nearly picked another slave up by the nuts before starting to fist him. My cock was instantly hard again and the other guys using me noticed my reaction.
"Oh, you like that, slave?! You want a fist in you too, you worthless cum rag?!"
I thought yes but shook my head no. I couldn't get the thought of an emergency room visit out of my mind. I had no idea how anyone could do such a thing but I was so intrigued and so damn horny. I really did want them to do it to me but damn that's scary! Master Tim had a cigarette in one hand and his fist in this guy's ass. He was virtually punching the guy internally and yelling in the guy's face. The slave was definitely in pain but too afraid to ask Master Tim to stop. The smell of cum and lube and sweat and smoke was overpowering. My cock was like an iron rail.
Some of the other masters were smacking my cock and balls around with their hand and it seemed like the more it hurt the harder and more excited I got. Precum was everywhere and then Master Tim looked at the big muscular black thug that he had brought last night to use me and told him to warm me up. Warm me up?! My ass was already a tired, gaping hole dripping with lube. But I knew how big this fucker was and that scared me too. I looked over my shoulder, still duct taped to the coffee table, and saw this black god with a cigar in his mouth grinning at me. He dropped his drawers and then he dropped his dick like a cruise ship anchor. He knelt down behind me, pulled his cigar out of his mouth and set it down for a moment before spitting in my crack, smacking my buns and spreading them open wide. He kept spitting in my crack and spreading, spitting and spreading, then slid a finger in while repeating the cycle, then two fingers, then three. My eyes were burning from all the smoke and my ass was burning from the abuse.
I was dreading the 4th finger but, instead of sticking another one in, this bull of a man pulled his fingers out altogether and rammed that big black cock up my ass without any condom at all. I started to protest but he smacked me on the side of the face right away.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!!!"
I was hyperventilating and must have been moaning or screaming or something because he reached down and grabbed someone's cum-soaked underwear and stuffed them in my mouth to shut me up. Then, he just fucked me even harder. His cigar smelled as strong as his sweat and the smoke covered me like a blanket while he pounded my buns. He fucked me so hard he moved the coffee table and me across the floor, thrust-by-thrust. My face must have been beet-red because I've never been fucked so hard in my life. Master Tim was grinning ear to eat as he looked back over his shoulder at us.
"Don't be so gentle with him, man!" He said to this guy
"Aight! Ima show dis fucker how is' dun!"
I couldn't believe my ears. What else could he do to me that's more over the top? I should have known better because I felt that tree trunk shooting a bucket load of cum up in me and throbbing. He picked up the cigar and took another deep puff before he leaned over right next to my ear and blew that smoke in my face.
"You gonna git it good, boy!" He almost whispered in my ear in that deep baritone voice.
Then he yanked his cock out of me and started driving his hand up inside of me. Every muscle in my body was clenched and then he smacked me on the side of the face again. That must have distracted me just enough to loosen up my ass muscles enough for his fist because the fucking thing was up in me before I knew it. My heart was beating so damn fast. My eyes had never been wider. Of course, neither had my asshole! Master Tim was egging him on with a smile...
"Teach that fucker how to take it!" He yelled
Everyone was watching and cheering him on as he broke the newby in hard. Within a few minutes, he was pretty much punching my asshole too. His cigar ashes were all over me and the combination of the ash and the sweat and the lube and the cum made me feel so nasty, so sleazy, so slimy. God, it was great! At some point I closed my eyes and started gritting my teeth while he had his way with me but that only lasted a few seconds until I felt a big smack across my other cheek. This time it was Master Tim, right in my face, blowing smoke in my eyes and yelling at me.
"You like that, you cum dumpster? You like gettin' fisted?! Who gives a fuck! You don't have a choice, boy! Cause, when he's done with you, I'm next!"
I nearly fainted at the thought of being used any more than this. The whole room was cheering us on as much as they were smoking. I was high just from the residual pot in the air.
"Alright, guys....line up!" Master yelled
And all the guys in the room lined up either in front of me or in back of me. The guys behind me were running a train on me.....either fucking my hole and dumping their cum loads into it while ashing all over me or just fisting my hole if they'd already bust a nut in someone else. The guys in front of me were all taking turns too. They were pissing in my mouth and all over my face and my body or cumming in my mouth or both. I had ash and cum and piss and lube and spit all over me from head to toe. There wasn't an inch of me that wasn't covered in something and not a person in the house who hadn't used and abused me in some way.
Master Tim leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Good job, fag, but you're not quite done yet."
Then, he had the guys cut the duct tape loose from my arms and legs and they rolled me over off the coffee table onto the floor.
"You better be good with your tongue, slave!" Master Tim said as he knelt over my face and started to rub his asshole over my mouth.
"EAT IT BITCH! EAT IT GOOD, BOY!"
And eat it, I did! I ate the hell out of Master's ass! I've never eaten ass so agressively in all my life. Master just rode my face and kept puffing on those cigarettes while everyone cheered us on and smacked me around a bit. I ate Master Tim's ass so good he came all over my chest. As he came, he was half yelling, half grumbling....just making really loud, incoherent grunts. It was so damn hot and I knew I had made Master Tim proud. He dismounted my face and wiped up all that cum with one hand before feeding it to me and then lightly smacking my cheek with his cum-soaked hand.
"Good boy, faggot! Good boy!" He said.
After all the guys filed out of the house, I saw Master Tim to the door. We stood in the back doorway with the door wide open. I was still collared and leashed and butt-naked, covered in all that filth. Right then, I didn't care whether anyone saw us and he gave me a big smack on the ass before yanking on my leash and sticking his tongue down my throat. After he was gone, I couldn't stop thinking what other adventures he might introduce me to and whether I could serve him properly and make him proud.