This is a continuation of one of my stories in which I see myself finally coming to terms with my submissiveness and my desire to become the slave of a Male Master. If you are offended by man to man sexual contact, then go elsewhere. Otherwise, enjoy, and send critiques
Master Billie Bear demanded that I submit this part of my story to the Nifty files, and I am ordered to ask if other Masters would like to give this sub further direction and demands. darkroad53@yahoo.com
As I kneel naked in the middle of the room, my eyes cast downward, swallowing the last of my cum after performing for Masters Boston and James, I am approached and grabbed by my arms and hair. The two men jerk me to my feet. Master Boston holds me in a full nelson while Master James stands in front of me. Their hairy, muscular chests are in sharp contrast to my thin, almost hairless body.
As I hang in Master Boston's, master James slaps my face, punches me in the gut, and screams at me, "Come on cunt! We expect to be thanked for what we let you do." Slapping me again, he screams, "Well? What do you have to say, cunt!"
Not knowing what to say, I stutter, "I-I-I'm sorry." Another slap is followed by, "SIR! You are to call Master Boston and me, SIR! Now, what have you got to say?"
When I let out a groan from being held and beaten instead of immediately answering Master James, Master Boston slams me to my knees and says to Master James, "This cunt needs to think about this. Turn around and let him think."
Master James turns his back to me, bends over, spreads his ass cheeks. Master Boston shoves my face into his brown hole. "While you are figuring out how to thank us, cunt. Use your fucking tongue to lick Master James' ass.
I am repulsed by the thought, but there is nothing I can do. "Open your fucking mouth cunt! Lick my ass! Lather me us real good!"
I've always hated the smell, so all I can do is close my eyes and submit to this degrading, humiliating act. I flatten my tongue, lay it just behind his hanging ball sac and take one long lick over his ass hole. When Master James groans in approval, I slide my tongue over his ass again, holding my breath and trying not to taste anything. Master James senses my reluctance and says, "Come on cunt, you're not getting into it. Lick deeper and point your tongue so you can probe my asshole." I see him turn his toes inward and relax his ass.
Master Boston lets go of my arms, but then grabs my head instead and grinds my face into Master James' ass. Grabbing my hair, he repeatedly pulls my head away and slams it back into James' ass. After a good five minutes of ass worship, the two men stop and press me again for my answer.
I kneel totally spent from this disgusting ordeal, head bowed in shame, and breathing heavily. I blurt out what I think will please them, "SIRS, thank you for letting me cum, and thank you for teaching me proper respect, and thank you for letting me pleasure you Master James, SIR. And thank you Master Boston, SIR for helping me pleasure Master James. May I perform this service for you, Master Boston, SIR?"
As I kneel naked and broken, Master James turns to Master Boston and says, "You think this cunt is being truthful with us?"
"I don't know, but let's find out! I got to take a piss, so give me a minute."
Master James, says to him, "No. No, wait. Let's take this cum to the bathroom, and we'll both make him drink our piss; then he can lick your ass."
To me he says, "What you think, cunt? You like to drink our piss wouldn't you?" I can't believe my ears. I don't want to drink piss, but what choice do I have? Feeling completely devastated, I half-heartedly answer Master James, "SIR, whatever pleases you."
Not satisfied with my response, he says, "That's not good enough, cunt! Boston! This cunt needs to learn a lesson. Get my belt!"
When I hear this, I gather all my strength, "SIRS, please, please! I'm ready! I'll do anything you want!"
Boston growls, "Too late! Stand up, cunt! Lock your fingers behind your head and spread you legs!"
As I rise to my feet, I try again, "SIRS, please! I'll do anything you want!"
"Shut the fuck up and do what I told you to do!"
As I stand in position, I feel myself shaking from fatigue and in fear of what I am going to endure. The first stinging cut of the belt lands across my ass as I hear Master Boston yell, "UP ON YOUR TOES, CUNT!" Second, third, and fourth blows land on my ass and the backs of my thighs with the belt wrapping around to painfully reddened my shaking quads. The fifth blow, swung upward between my legs catches my balls and cock, dropping me to the floor writhing in pain.
Master James and Master Boston respond angrily, bending down to me and shouting, "GET UP, CUNT! GET THE FUCK UP! WE'RE NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!"
Although in excruciating pain, I hurriedly struggle to my feet, shaking worse than before, and barely able to hold the position on my toes.
They continue to taunt me, "YOU FUCKING WEAK ASS, CUNT! YOU'RE NOT WORTH OUR TIME. ANYBODY ELSE WOULD BE ABLE TO TAKE IT WITHOUT A WORD! YOU WORTHLESS CUNT! ADMIT IT CUNT! TELL US WHAT YOU ARE!"
Writhing in physical and mental pain, I whimper out what my Masters want to hear, "I am a worthless cunt, SIRS! I can't take it. I can't take it!"
"Hey James, Walt has some pins he like to use to torture his bitches. Bring them to me." Master James opens the cloth bag and takes out a handful of those spring loaded clothes pins. Standing in front of me while I continue to struggle in this tiringly painful position, he roughly grabs my nipples and snaps two slips on each one and gives them a twist to make sure they are tight. I scream in pain, and they laugh. "This cunt is such pussy! THAT'S IT CUNT, CRY LIKE THE WORTHLESS PUSSY YOU ARE!"
Taking four more pins, he take the head of my limp dick and clips one on each side of its head. The other two are snapped on my ball sac. This had brought me to tears, and I plead with them, "Please SIRS, please. No more. I'll do anything you want."
"Just stop your fucking whining. You'll do what we want anyway, CUNT, like it or not!" Knowing it is useless to fight them, I look at Master James and plead with him, "SIR, I understand SIR. I've learned my lesson. Please let me pleasure you, SIR. Please, SIR!"
Master Boston interrupts me, "We'll decide when you've learn your lesson. So, stand still and quit your fucking whining!
I dejectedly stand on my toes, naked, vulnerable and helpless, with my fingers locked behind my head, my legs spread, my nipples, cock and balls pinned, waiting to willingly submit to the tortures and humiliation of Master James and Master Boston.
Master James is the first to take the belt, thick, black, and menacing. I hear him swing it through the air above his head. Then the first painful blow reaches my brain as it lands on my ass. "COUNT, YOU BITCH! COUNT AND THANK ME!"
When the second blow cuts into my flesh, I scream in pain, "TWO! THANK YOU SIR!" Then three, four, and five. Each time I cry out the number and say, "THANK YOU SIR! THANK YOU!"
When the beating stops, I am told, "Okay, cunt. Turn around and get down on your knees" When I turn around, Master James is bent over with his ass pointed at my face. This time I don't hesitate. I bury my face between his ass cheeks, and I lick his ass probing his hole with my tongue until he is satisfied. By now we have all began to sweat, and I can taste and smell the strong odor of the Masters and their cunt.
When he stands up and walks away, he turns and orders me to follow them to the bathroom." We still have to piss, so get your ass in here."
I crawl through the doorway and wait on my hands and knees, the pins still biting into my tender nipples, cock and balls. By now, my flesh is numb, and I can't feel them.
When both Masters are ready, I am ordered to assume the position as before. Standing in front of me and laughing, Master James says to Master Boston, "Four clips for you and four for me." Take the first two. Master Boston grasps the belt, makes a loop and swings downward savagely on my right nipple tearing off both clips at once. The return of blood and sensation to the area creates an unbearable, fiery message that makes me scream in pain.
Not to be outdone, Master James grabs the belt and with one downward swing tears off the pin on my left ball. Now I have stinging fire in both areas, and I feel like dying. When I begin to wobble, I am warned, "DON'T YOU DARE MOVE, CUNT, OR WE'LL START ALL OVER!"
Summing all my strength to endure to torment, I hold my position the best I can. Master Boston takes the belt again and proceeds to strip off the other two pins on my cock and balls. This time I bite the inside of my mouth and let out only a whimper. Master James finishes the job by ripping off the two pins on my left nipple. With that I let out a long, breathless sigh.
"There no time to rest, cunt. Get on your knees in the shower stall!" Knowing that I am about to taste and drink their piss is humiliating, but I have learned a very painful lesson. I immediately crawl into the large shower stall and look up at their cocks as they walk up to me.
Master James is the first to speak, "Open your mouth cunt. We are going to piss on you, cunt, especially in your mouth. You will swallow all you can, no matter how much you don't want to. If you do what we want, we'll let you rest for a while. How's that sound?"
"SIRS, please piss on me and in my mouth SIRS. Thank you for letting me pleasure you, and thank you for taking the time to teach me to be an obedient cunt."
Two streams of hot, salty piss splash on my face, hair, and chest. Then both are aimed at my mouth. I swallow and swallow. I am drinking two men's piss willingly, I am not trying to avoid them. Could I be more of a cunt and a submissive?