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My Master Stephen (2/4)
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My Master Stephen
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Section: 2/4
He told me he was going to beat my ass two hundred times, because he felt
like it. He told me I would have to keep count, starting at 200 and
counting down; every time I lost count, He said, I'd have to start over at
200.
He started beating my ass. Bam! It hurt like hell; I didn't think there
was any way I could take 200 more of those. ``Two Hundred,'' I began.
``Two Hundred WHAT?'' he snapped back. I thought for a second,
``Two Hundred, SIR.'' I said. He told me I had to beg him for more.
I pleaded, ``Please may I have 199 more, sir.'' Bam! The next one was
even harder. ``That's 199, sir. Please may I have 198 more, sir.''
This went on for a while, until I got to about 160. I was nearly crying,
I could barely speak, and I didn't think I could make it through the rest.
``Please sir,'' I begged, ``I don't think I can take any more.''
``Fucking wimp,'' he yelled, ``you don't have any choice. You can only talk
to me if you're asking me to hurt you more. Now you had better beg for 200
more, scum.'' I wasn't sure I'd make it, but I did as he said.
``I'm sorry, sir. Please hurt me some more,'' I implored, ``Please hit me
another 200 times.'' Bam! It started again. By 150, I was crying, and I
couldn't count as fast as He was hitting me, so He started again at 200.
I made sure not to lose count again, and I cried through all two hundred
slaps. I had never hurt so much in my life.
He gave me a few minutes to recover. He put his arms around my body and
told me what a good boy I was. Then he did something I totally wasn't
expecting. He started sucking on my dick. He kept sucking for several
minutes, stopping just before I was going to come.
He strapped something around my balls, attached a weight to it and then
dropped the weight. It must have been ten or fifteen pounds. I let out
another scream. This upset him. ``Now I'm going to have to shut you up,
scum.'' He stuck a leather gag in my mouth. It filled my entire mouth and
reached back into my throat. I could only grunt and say ``mmmmm mmmm mmmm''
through the gag. He snapped the gag onto the hood and then strapped
something around it so it was really tight and I wouldn't be able to push it
out with my tongue.
He attached some tit clamps to my nipples again and started to pull on them,
as he swung the weight hanging from my balls. He seemed to enjoy listening
to my pain; he pressed his ear up against the gag to hear the muffled
wimpering as he tortured his new slave.
After a while, he got tired of torturing my balls and nipples, so he thought
he'd move on to unexplored territory. He started probing my asshole with his
fingers, and I was really tight, so it hurt a lot. After a minute, he
started to stick something up my butt. I later found out that it was a
foot-long two-inch-wide soft leather dildo. The dildo hurt a whole lot.
It felt great. He stuck it all the way up my ass and left it there.
Then He left me alone for a while. It seemed like hours, but it was
probably more like 20 minutes. The weight hanging from my balls, the
pressure on my nipples and the leather dildo filling my butt were
excruciating. I kept the throbbing hard-on for the whole time he left me
alone. He said ``Just call if you want me for anything.''
I tried over and over again to call Him (even though I still didn't know his
name) through the gag. I'm sure the noise I was making just amused him, if
he was listening at all.
When he came back, he took off the tit clamps and the weight on my balls,
and he removed the hood. He told me I was a very good boy, and he kissed me.
We kissed for a couple of minutes. It was incredible. I was so happy that
I had earned the privilege to kiss Him.
Then He reached around and pulled out the dildo. He hung it from the
ceiling in front of my face and made me lick it off. I thought it was
kind of gross, but I got off on it anyway.
He unhooked my hands and feet, and he let me put my arms down and move my
feet. I had about one minute to stand there and recover, before he started
to strap something else onto my body. It was a big leather harness, which
strapped over my shoulders, around my stomach, and under my crotch. He
attached the top of it to the ceiling.
He tied my hands together and tied them to the ceiling in front of me;
then he pulled my feet apart, and tied them to the ceiling, behind me. I
sort of looked like I was praying. Then he put the hood back on me,
strapping on the gag but leaving the blindfold off this time. There were
mirrors in front of me, so I could watch what was happenning to me.
``Now we're going to have some fun,'' he said. He got behind me, between my
legs. I could hear him rip open a condom package. My hard-on immediately
came back. He slowly slid his cock into my butt. It felt every bit as big
as the dildo, but not nearly as soft. It hurt intensely. I wimpered into
``I don't think you're hurting enough, he said.'' So he put the tit clamps
and the ball stretcher back on. This time, he attached them with a chain
and hung a weight from the chain. Now I was hurting a whole lot.
He went back to fucking me. With every thrust, I swayed back and forth,
and the weight tugged alternately on my nipples and balls. I was wimpering
continuously from the pain I was feeling all over, and I was really getting
off on watching myself get fucked and tortured in such a humiliating way.
It was as if I was a piece of meat hanging from the ceiling, and he was just
sticking his dick into this pece of meat to get off.
After another ten minutes or so of fucking, he started to moan in ecstasy.
He came for about a minute and then slowly pulled out. He was breathing
hard; it sounded like he liked it. I was happy. He let one of my hands
down and told me I had one minute to jerk myself off. I had been on the
virge of coming all night, so I didn't have any problem. I shot my load
after about ten seconds, and there was a lot of it. It had been building up.
He took me down but left the harness, straps, and hood on me. He snapped the
blindfold back on. He strapped another butt plug on. This one was smaller
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