Part Seven

Kathy sat down beside me, taking me tenderly into her arms, wrapping them around me like a blanket of safety from the world, while my tears flowed down my cheeks, mixing with the cum humiliatingly smeared across my face. Not tears of pain or sadness, but tears of being overwhelmed, my mind struggling with the idea of being shared again and again with a man, my sense of self and sexuality unbalanced by the suspicion that I was going to enjoy it, and come to long for it.

Yet even as she tended to me with gentle, loving petting that soothed me, she sowed the seeds of disquiet with her sweet, seductive voice, whispering ideas of what was to befall her adoring pet.

“You will learn to become a good cock-sucking little slut for me, learning how to make them hard and keep them there, on that ecstatic edge, to draw out their pleasure, to enhance it, before drawing from them the explosion of pleasure that will grant you the gift of their cum. You will take that gift and taste it, savouring it, and when you have taken many such gifts, you will know who are the best, that your master might share in them.”

My stomach turned at the thought of swallowing more cum, and I whimpered, simultaneously wishing strongly to serve and seek out such pleasures for my master, wishing to do her bidding and find her the best.

“Does that not sound delightful, my pet? No matter. I know many who will relish the chance to teach you to like it, and, even if you don't...I'll enjoy watching you take it for me.”

Trying to hide from my fate, I desperately nuzzled my face against my owner's bosom, begging incoherently. She smiled, amused at my squirming. “Perhaps I shouldn't have you sucking cock every week if my little pet doesn't like the sound of that.” My body relaxed, and I thanked my master, feeling overjoyed at her generosity in making me suck men's cocks only some days, not every day.

“Of course, if you aren't sucking their cocks, I'll need to find other things for them to do with you.”

With that, I felt a well lubed finger begin to probe my anus, slowly but firmly. Startled, fear coursing through my veins, I tried to pull away, but found my owner's grip steel-like, clamping my face between her breasts, keeping me close so that her reaching fingers could continue their invasion. Her finger inside me was one thing, but the thought of a cock being pushed inside me, inside my anus, it scared me. I don't know what scared me more, the thought of it hurting, or the thought I might enjoy it.

“Relax, little boy.” Her voice was gentle, like her finger's motions inside me.

Terrifying, erotic thoughts of being roughly taken from behind filled my mind, and I struggled. Forcing myself to think of my love, to remember that it was her inside me right now, to be in the now and not the future to come, I managed to find some peace and relax for her, rewarded by those beautiful words from my owner's lips,“Good little boy.”

My body relaxed as I released my breath, suddenly becoming aware that I had been holding it. With my clenched anus no longer barring passage, her finger explored deeper, first one, then a second. It was slow, tender, and my fears eased away, replaced by an appreciation for the sensations I was receiving, even beginning to push back, impaling myself on her fingers.

“Mmm, I see my pet begins to enjoy it.”

Inside, I glowed at her joy, the note of pleasure in her voice.

“However, I do not think you're ready to take a cock up there yet.”

A great feeling of relieved disappointment came over me, not just in response to the note of disappointment in my master's voice or to not being ready to meet her desires, but also at the realisation that I would not get to experience being fucked from behind today, or give her the pleasure of watching me be reluctantly taken in that way.

“You will still serve, as a good host's slave should.”

As her voice dropped to an ominous whisper, I shivered, knowing that what was to come would not be pleasant for me, yet all the time being driven closer to orgasm by her thrusting digits.

“John loves breaking down little boys like you, stripping them of their dignity, degrading them until they are lower than dirt. Then he leaves them to stew in whatever disgusting liquids he decides to cover them in.”

Such disgusting thoughts mixed with the pleasure I was being so expertly given, and all I could respond with was moans of pleasure as I came to the edge, and there she kept me. I wanted so badly to cum, yet each time I got close, she stopped, and I dropped back from that precipice of pleasure. Again and again, until I was jolted out of this cycle of pleasure and denial by a rough pull of my leash, and a sudden withdrawal of the invading fingers I had come to enjoy so much.

Looking up at the source of the tug, I saw an amused John standing over us, grinning, while Sarah stood diminutively behind him, pushed up against him with one hand reaching around and slowly rubbing his cock, the other ominously holding a video camera. John's tone was impatient, a second tug on my leashing reinforcing his desire to take me from my master.

“It's time to put your whore on display to the world.”

The pride in Kathy's voice as she replied helped to calm my nerves at the thought of my degradation being broadcast, but fear still tormented me.

“Yes, yes it is. And what a fine little display my whore will make. Set him up; I'll go get the hood.”

With that, I found myself pushed forwards by my master, and pulled by my leash, irresistibly led towards my duty, my mind racing at the humiliating thought that my naked degradation might be seen by anyone who cared to watch..

Part Eight

John reeled me in roughly with the leash, my collar uncomfortably pulling on my neck. Even so, I was distracted by the terrifying real sight of Sarah setting the camera up on a tripod, pointing towards me. As I reached him, my attention was instantly returned to him as he began to unbuckle my collar. I looked up at him, begging to be allowed to keep it, only to be met with a laugh.

“Until midnight, you are mine, and mine alone", John explained. "Even think of defying me, and you will spend the next few hours in terrible, unrelenting agony.”

The loss of my owner's collar made me feel naked, vulnerable. Looking at his face, I believed his threat, and nodded meekly, my body a mix of fear and arousal. Arousal at being given away for the night, arousal at being afraid, and arousal at the thought of not just being used for a stranger's pleasure, but it being recorded. I wasn't sure how long it was until midnight, but it must have been a good few hours. The thought made me shudder.

As he manhandled me onto my back and forced my hands above my head, handcuffing them to the base of a radiator, his power over me outweighed my fear enough for my dick to rise again. For a moment, I was pleased as he smiled at the sight, glad to have brought him some joy. That thought was soon replaced by overwhelming pain, as he slapped my cock, agony overrunning my mind and forcing a cry of pain from my lips.

He just laughed, enjoying my pain, and called back to Sarah, “Slave, this toy still has cum on it, what have I told you about cleaning the toys between playing with them? When you've got the camera going, crawl over here like the dog that you are and lick its face clean.”

A toy, an it; that's all I was, and everything I wanted to be.

Wanting it was far worse, far more humiliating than just being treated as one, as a toy.

Seeing Sarah crawl over, knowing that the camera was running, was a strange feeling. Not knowing if I'd like her licking my face. Not knowing if she really wanted to. But as she got into it, all doubts were erased. It was a little weird, the wetness, even more than the cum smears that she was removing, but she was exquisite with her tongue, conducting a symphony of sensations, using the wetness, and adding to it with a hand scratching its way to my balls, kneading them, occasionally teasingly brushing the shaft itself.

When she had finished cleaning me, my heart was beating fast, and my desire for her burning like a star. With her final stroke of the hand, she ran a finger slowly, enticingly along the length of my shaft, full of promise of things to come, and left me wanting.

“Heel girl.” John said, recalling her.

As I glanced over, I caught sight of Kathy, clearly enjoying the show, gently playing with herself, and of John, holding a ball gag and a black hood. I knew what was coming, and opened wide like a good little toy as he bore down on me. I didn't struggle as he drove the gag into my waiting mouth, nor as he strapped it in tight. I found the gag disconcerting, but loved the degrading and oddly freeing denial of my power to speak, releasing me of part of my humanity, part of my power to do anything but be a toy for them.

The hood I found claustrophobic, like the world was bearing in on me, crushing me. Despite knowing it not to be so, I felt like I couldn't breathe, fanning the flames of my fear back to a roaring inferno. The pitch black inside was disconcerting; at least with a blindfold, it pressed upon my eyes, giving my mind a strong note of why it was blinded, but with the hood, it was just an eerie blackness. I tried to breathe slow and steady as best I could, with a gag forced into my mouth and a mask over my head, trying to calm myself, to stop panicking.

A searing pain informed me that my nipples had gained clamps. Painful, biting clamps. I tried to cry out, but even that was impossible with the gag in my mouth, letting loose only a pathetic, muffled murmur in my attempt to beg for mercy.

“Crocodile clamps, in case you're wondering", a sense of pride coming off John's voice as he explained his act of sadism. "And they do not come off until you come for me, on camera, so that Sarah and I can watch it whenever we feel like it and share it with friends, perhaps, once in a while.”

I shook my head, the thought of my humiliation being spread even further terrifying me.

“No? Toys do not say no.”

The pain amplified a hundred fold as both clamps twisted; were it not for the gag, the entire neighbourhood would have heard my scream. It lasted only a moment, before fading away into a stinging leftover, but it was reminder enough.

“The keys to your torment are in your own hands now, my night's entertainment," John chuckled. “Though, with your hands tied up there, I guess it will have to be my hand, won't it?”

His hand grasped my shaft, hardening in response to the touch, his rough masculine hands feeling strange but not unwelcome. Yet as I lay there, expecting him to jerk me off, he did not. He just kept his hand there, still. Pain rising in my nipples, I realised that he intended to force me to jerk myself off with his hand, wanted to have a video of his new toy bucking its hips to fuck his hand, desperate to get off.

My mind reeled at the thought of how pathetic it would look. But I knew he would not relent, and the pain was only growing. So I began to push into his hand with my hips, driving in and out, jerking myself off with his hand, humping it like a dog humping a leg. As the pain and my arousal grew, my actions became more frantic, faster, harder, my soft moans turning to primal grunts. Finally, as I went over the edge, he tore the clamps from my breasts, left then right, punctuating my orgasm with two exhilarating pain fuelled highs.

As my spasms came to an end, I collapsed back to the floor, my cum shot all across my chest, its wet mess irrelevant in my post-orgasmic state of rest. His hand pulled away, and I heard them leave, leaving me all alone, my hands handcuffed above my head, gag in my mouth, hood over my head, and cum strewn across my chest. Yet at that moment, I didn't care, my body still coming down from that incredible, orgasmic high..

In the hours that came after, as the high slipped away, my ordinary awareness of the situation reasserted itself. The thought that the camera was still running, that I lay here alone, covered in my own cum, while I listened to the faint sounds of their wild sexual debauchery in the other room. I would have cried, had I been able but somehow the tears wouldn't come. Perhaps I'd shed them all already, perhaps the gag forcing my mouth open prohibited them. I would have been glad of that release, something to focus on other than the degrading and humiliating situation I found myself in. That I had wanted to be put in.

The time wandered past, and I heard their sex die down as they presumably curled up to sleep. I wished I could be there, with them, even if just at the foot of their bed, curled up on the floor in the presence of those who had dominion over me. I wondered how long it would be until midnight, and whether Kathy would be prompt in collecting me, or if she'd leave me here until morning. Perhaps she would enjoy that.

All these thoughts were banished as the hood was pulled away, revealing my darling Kathy looking down at me, smiling, and planting a finger on my lips to compel me to silence.

“They are sleeping off the fun, my lovely pet. I heard them having a lot of it while I kept watch over you.”

My heart swelled with love at hearing that she had kept watch over me, making the kiss that followed all the sweeter, for all its briefness.

She was tender as she cleaned me up a little, before leading me to the shower, sharing it with me, washing me carefully and lovingly. I love being washed by her, but it was all the more lovely for the contrast with the humiliation and pain that had come before it. As she led me by the hand back to her bedroom, I asked of my collar, missing the reminder of being hers. She said not to worry, that I had served enough, but smiled and embraced me when I said I wished for it, before joyfully returning it to its rightful place, beaming at my desire.

Pulled towards my lady's bed, I was expecting sleep, but it seemed that the silent vigil over me had not left her in the mood for sleep just yet. Instead, I was flung onto the bed, pinned down on my back.

“My pet has been wonderful tonight, but I have one more task for him before we curl up together, before I hold my beloved puppy close while we drift to sleep.”

Her roughness in pinning me made clear that this task was not a request, her tone betraying the immediacy to her desire.

Looking up into the eyes of the wonderful, beautiful woman above me, whose pleasure and satisfaction was my purpose, I saw a burning lust within, a lust made vocal in her forceful demand. “Make love to me, my darling pet.”

I smiled, and she grinned back at me mischievously for a moment, warming my heart in the moment before the barrage of savage, bestial biting across my chest ignited my love for her back into roaring sexual desire.

As she rode me towards our mutual pleasure, she gazed down lustfully into my eyes, and passionately declared,

“You are mine, little boy.”