A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 8 ]

A Night With a New Cliant

The next day at school, Trish and I talked about the money, and she convinced me to keep the “extra” cash from the college party night. I asked her how Carry was doing, and she said she was getting better. We talked about some of our clients and actually laughed at some of their habits.

Just after lunch, I was called to the principal’s office. Mr. Tyson needed some relief, apparently. I walked in and dropped my pants down. I held my breath as he fucked me over his desk again. He asked about the bruises, and I told him it was a client that got a little carried away. He let the matter drop. Mr. Flint smiled at me a little more than he had in the past, and I got an “A” on his test that I don’t think I deserved. Ahh, the perks of this job.

By the end of the day, I was just glad to go home and rest. The walk home was uneventful and I split from the others to go to my house. My younger twin brothers were already at home playing in their room. I slipped in unnoticed, as usual. As long as the soaps are on, nothing else mattered for my mother, especially Genital Hospital.

In point of fact, the rest of the week went by just as uneventful. By the weekend, I was getting pretty horny again, and looking for some action. The money I made was an added bonus. The sex was what was driving me now. But that weekend was pretty basic until Sunday night. Mr. Foster and Mr. Crandle were on the itinerary for Saturday, so some spankings and some bondage were to be expected. Both of them took it a little easier than normal, due to some vanishing bruises.

On that Sunday, though, there was a new client that had heard about us and Dan had me service him. When I arrived at the house, I took in the surroundings. It was a large two story, red brick house with white pillars in the front. The client opened the door after Dan rang the doorbell. He was your normal height and slender weight and very classy looking. The client asked if he could have me for the rest of the evening and Dan looked to me.

“It’s okay with me, Steve,” I answered back, using his code name. He nodded to me and reminded the client of the rules. The client accepted the terms and Dan left me with him. I followed him inside and we walked to a set of stairs going down.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and it was just after five o’clock. I was going to be with this man for the next six hours.

“Strip,” he said once we got to the bottom of the stairs. We were standing in front of a closed door. I took off my clothes, and waited for further instructions. He was watching me the entire time I was stripping my clothes off. He took note of my bruises and asked me about them. I told him the same thing I told Mr. Tyson.

When I was completely naked, he knelt down to look me in the eye.

“If you will not say your code word, I’ll give you double what you’re due,” he said.

Now, where have I heard that before?

“Let me see the money, Sir,” I said with my arms folded over themselves. He pulled out a wad of cash and fanned it out. There were eight one hundred dollar bills in his hand. “Sorry to be so mistrusting, but that was how I got these bruises, Sir.” I informed him.

“That’s okay, Scott, I understand. So, is it a deal?”

“As long as it doesn’t get too extreme, or more very bad bruises appear, then, yes, it’s a deal.” He smiled and we actually shook hands on it.

Before opening the door, he walked over and took out two leather wrist restraints from his pocket. He walked behind me and put the leather restraints on my wrists, and clipped them together. A leather strap was wrapped around my cock just behind its head and a leash was attached to it. He pulled on the leash. I didn’t move, so he pulled a little harder to make me move. He led me into the room by the cockleash.

I continued to walk where he was leading, like I had another choice in the matter, until I was in the middle of the room. A cord hung from the middle of the room where he clipped the wrist restraints to, and then pulled on the other end to raise my wrists up. My arms were behind my back, so it caused me to bend over at the waist.

He grabbed a paddle and walked to my side. With one small swing to line it up with my ass, he then pulled back and landed the paddle on both my asscheeks.

SWAT!

“One, Sir,” I counted. I squinted at the pain. I knew the drill and knew that I was to count them correctly.

SWAT! An even harder strike landed on my upturned ass.

“Uhhh! Two, Sir.”

“Master,” he corrected me.

SWAT!

“Three, Master.” I began to slip into my world of make believe kingship, but I had to remain in the real world to continue the count. It was one of the most unique experiences. I was aware of the paddling, and able to count, but thinking about my own little world caused the pain to lessen to a minute degree. It was almost as if he was lovingly patting me on my butt.

I endured twelve more swats with the paddle, totaling fifteen. Another fifteen swats with a riding crop, and ten from a belt. He never hit the same spot twice in a row, and moved beyond just the scope of my asscheeks. Oh, my ass was inflamed, but his mastery of corporal punishment was astounding enough that it was a dull ache with no real damage to any part of my skin. Even by the end of the evening, the marks he made had vanished.

When he was finished with spanking and whipping my asscheeks, he moved onto something new. He lowered my arms back down and unclipped them from the cord. He also unclipped them from each other and pulled them around in front of my body. The restraints were reclipped together but clipped to a cord coming from the wall in front of me. Ankle restraints were then attached to two cords coming from behind me.

He made me lie on the floor of the dungeon, belly-up. Each of the cords went through individual pulleys. He pulled the pulley attached to my wrist restraints, but only far enough to make it tight. He had crossed the cords over each other to make sure I remained belly-up when he pulled the cords on the other end, and didn’t flip over. When he did pull those, the restraints were pulled to the limits of my limbs and my body rose off the cold concrete floor.

The cord that had pulled my arms up earlier was then attached to the cockleash, and my middle was hoisted up by my cock. That did hurt. It was almost enough to cry, “Steve”, but I held my tongue. I guess I wanted to prove I could handle the pain after what had happened at the college party the previous weekend.

I gritted my teeth through the pain. He seemed impressed.

“Very good, Scott. Very good,” he smiled as he walked past me. He ran his hands along the length of my body, starting at my feet and going up. His calloused hands fondled my balls briefly and they continued north. When he got to my face, he forced his forefinger past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked on his finger until he pulled it out.

He continued walking in the same direction, retrieved something off a table and returned to me. He brought with him a dog collar that he put around my neck. He then secured another cord to it and tied it to the one pulling on my cock. I now had to keep my head raised, or my cock suffered further.

He walked back to the same bench and returned with a tall, slender candle and a lighter. This was something else new to me. I had no idea what he was about to do with that thing, but I guessed that it couldn’t be good. He lit the candle and let some of the wax build up at the tip. As he brought the candle closer, I thought he was going to burn me with it, but he tipped it as it hovered over my left nipple.

The intense heat from the wax sent shards of pain through my chest. I hissed through my teeth. Before I knew it, he moved on to the other nipple with a fresh supply of hot wax. Another wave of pain shot through my chest.

The amazing thing was that my cock was getting hard with each assault. Even though it was ensnared in its leather cuff, it began to thicken. I watched as he moved the candle down the middle of my body, leaving drops of wax in his wake. Each drop caused my cock to continue to firm up.

As he approached my crotch, I was waiting for him to drip some on my helpless cock, but he avoided it. Masterfully, he worked a ring of droplets around the base of my cock. The candle was raised a little as some wax was dripped onto each of my suspended nuts.

My cock was crying for relief, now, and I could do nothing to give it relief. It was just then that I noticed something else odd. He didn’t have an erection. I was the only one being turned on by this.

With the candle burned half way down, he used a dull knife and scrapped away the cooled wax on my chest and torso. As the knife made its way down my body, the candle returned to my reddened nipples.

Fire erupted through my chest now. The pain was so intense, but my cock was never harder. Each nipple received another round of hot wax as he made his way back south. I watched in fascination as he breathed on my trapped erection. That alone sent me over the edge, and the orgasm was enough to cause me to pass out.

I didn’t even know I had passed out until I woke to him sprinkling cool water on my face, and my butt was resting on the concrete again. My limbs were still tied to the cords, but they were loosened. He was in the middle of undoing the cords as I was waking up.

“You okay?” He genuinely asked.

“Yes, Master,” I nodded.

“Right now, you may call me Toby,” said with a smile. “You had me a little worried, Scott.”

“What happened?”

“Your eyes rolled back in your head and you passed out. I guess the feelings were too much for you. Right now, why don’t you take a break and rest? We can continue when you’re ready.”

That’s a first.

“That’s the first time a client has ever been concerned for me. All the others wouldn’t really care if I had died, except the trouble of burying my body.”

“Don’t be so judgmental, Scott. There are those who do care.”

“Name me one,” I said with a bit more sarcasm than I intended.

“Carl Foster, for one,”

“You know him?”

“Of course I know him. Who do you think recommended you to me?”

“I forgot; he told me you all run in the same circles.”

He stood me up as he rose. My legs were a little wobbly, and he had to steady me for a second.

“Thirsty?” He asked. I nodded. He got me a drink of water, and we talked a little about nothing at all. He was waiting for my strength to return before we continued.

“Ready for more?” He asked after a while. I nodded.

“May I ask one question before we continue, Master Toby?”

“Master Toby…? I like that,” he mused to himself for a second then turned back to me. “What is your question?”

“Why didn’t you get a hard-on before?” He just smiled for a second.

“You are a quick study. Carl told me that. I will answer your question when the evening is over.” And that was the end of that conversation.

He pulled me over to a pointed bench that was in the corner of the room. It looked like a slender model of Snoopy’s doghouse. He linked my wrist restraints back together and to another cord suspended over the bench. He pulled on the cord until I was on my tip-toes.

He walked back to the table on the far side of the room and returned to insert a buttplug in my anus. No lubrication was needed as it wasn’t all that big. He then hoisted me up even higher, causing me to leave the ground behind. He then put one of my legs over the bench. A cord was attached to each ankle restraint and pulled through two eyebolts in the floor.

They were pulled tight, stretching my body to its limits. In one motion, he lowered my body and kept the lower cords tight. The edge of the bench made contact with the buttplug first, driving it a little further inside my ass. My balls were next to touch the top edge. They were split apart by the bench. My taint was last to touch it. I tried to get a little more comfortable on that thing, but it was impossible.

My arms were loosed, but the cords attached to my ankle restraints were pulled tighter and tighter, causing pain between my legs. He stopped just as it was getting too much for me to handle.

He approached me with clamps designed for my nipples. I leaned back as he got closer. After the hot wax, they were really sensitive, and I knew this was going to hurt. They didn’t go on my nipples. He placed them on my nuts. The opening inside the clamps was large enough to accommodate my almond-sized nuts.

It didn’t really hurt when he clamped my testicles. It hurt when he placed weights on them. My cock was hardening again as the weights got heavier and heavier. I tried to raise myself up, but the cords holding my ankles in place prevented that.

The leather cuff that was around my cock was tied to the dog collar around my neck with a trucker’s hitch. That pulled my head down and my cock stretched to its limit again as the cord was secured.

He returned to the table and brought back another candle. After lighting it, he placed the flame just under the big toe of my right foot. I squirmed to get away from the heat, but again, I couldn’t go anywhere. I moved my foot out of the way, but he grabbed it and held it to administer the fire to it. He never made direct contact to my skin with the flame, but it felt like it. He put the flame under each of my toes, moving slowly from one to the next.

Finally, with that torment over, he moved the candle, now filled with a fresh supply of hot wax, to drip on my clamped nuts. I could see clearly as ever as the wax dripped from the reservoir onto my aching nuts. At the first touch of hot wax, fire surged through my body starting at the groin. I tried pulling up, but it only put more stress on my already stretched cock.

The more pain that my body was assimilating; the more my cock seemed to want. It was like it had a mind of its own. Master Toby seemed to know this as he leaned over and licked my cock from base to head and back down again. I felt myself go into orbit again, and top over the edge of another orgasm. This one was just as powerful as the last one, but I managed to stay conscious.

I shuddered as I came down from that overload. I was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Even though I had remained conscious, the room seemed to spin out of control. I never knew it could be this powerful; this delicious. It was like another realm of my own. The intense pain brought on an even more intense orgasm.

When he released my arms, they flopped to my side. The clamps on my nuts were released next, followed by the cords to my ankles. All of the leather restraints stayed in place. The last thing to be freed was my cock.

After two very powerful orgasms, my cock looked as if it needed a holiday. It seemed to droop, heavily. During my time with different men that wanted to tie me up and pull on my cock, plus the ones that wanted to blow me, my cock had lengthened. Over the past six months, it had grown from just a scant three inches to over five and a half. Even I was impressed with it. But now, it was nothing more than a useless tube of flesh with no life left in it.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do any damage to it,” he said with a smile.

“I know, Master, it’s just that it has been stretched a lot lately,” I said, almost in a whisper.

“You’ve got a cock that most boys would kill over. When you get grown, you’ll be the envy of all the other men around you. Trust me.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, but I couldn’t help but think that being small had its advantages also.

“Up for a break?” He asked. I nodded. I needed one.

We climbed the stairs leading to the rest of the house. We got something to drink from the kitchen and took it outside to enjoy the cool night air. The only things I was wearing were the leather restraints, the strap around my cockhead, the dog collar, and the buttplug up my ass. As we walked outside, I noticed the clock read six thirty.

Usually, I would be upset that so little time had passed, but it didn’t seem to matter to me at the time. I was just enjoying my time with Master Toby, and he seemed to want me to enjoy it. This was the most unusual client.

We stood on the back porch and watched the sun set over the ridge to the right of the yard. The night took over the rights to the sky as we stood there. The stars claimed their spots on the mat of black around them. It was a warmer night than most, especially for February. I got chills, but otherwise it was totally enjoyable.

I squatted down to sit on my heels. My useless dick was resting in the grass. Master Toby remained standing as both of us took in the night air. I remember thinking about how little anyone cared about me. And for the first time in a long time, I cried for no reason.

“What’s wrong, Scott?” He was suddenly next to me with his arm around my shoulders.

I shook my head as I tried to clear my eyes, but the tears didn’t stop. For some reason, they wouldn’t stop. I stopped fighting the tears and let them run. He didn’t talk again; he just let me get it out of my system.

I cried for what seemed like forever until the faucet was turned off. I wiped my face and looked at him as if to say, “What’s next?” He smiled back at me.

With the one hand that was not around my shoulders, he reached over and grabbed my right wrist. He moved it over and clipped it to my left ankle restraint. He did the opposite to my other wrist. I was about to pull my butt up, but he stopped me by pushing on my shoulders. Instead, he pulled on the dog collar, forcing me to lie on my back with my feet and wrists in the air, and exposing my boy-sex to the night air.

He stood up and with one hand lifted me off the ground by the linked cuffs. I was carried like a suitcase to the far end of the yard. He hung me from a cord that was strung between two poles. It was obviously used as a clothes line at one time, but I doubt if he has hung any clothes from it in years.

“Don’t…say…a…word,” he whispered to me. I saw him do something to his feet then I felt the sting of his shoe against my asscheek. He would give me five swats on one cheek then turn me to deliver five to the other. Each cheek ended up getting thirty swats with the sole of his shoe.

As the swats ended, I figured we were headed back inside. I figured wrong. He procured a piece of twine from somewhere around one of the poles and tied it to the d-ring on the back of the dog collar. Another piece of twine appeared from the direction of the other pole. The second twine was wrapped around my small nutsack and pulled tight with another of those trucker’s hitches. I was totally immobilized. My balls hurt immediately. He left my cock to last. That was tied back to the front of the dog collar.

When he was finished securing all my body parts to the clothesline, he didn’t say a word to me. He just turned and walked back inside the house. The only things I could move were my fingers and toes. If I moved anything else, like trying to swing, my balls took the punishment.

He didn’t return to me for what seemed like forever. As I saw him walking towards me, I was hoping that he was going to let me loose, but I saw the riding crop in his hands and that hope was gone. As soon as he got next to me, he put a ball gag in my mouth. That was when I knew that I was going to be out here for a long time.

He delivered ten lashes with the riding crop and disappeared back in the house. I was left alone again to the night. I was thankful for a nice clear sky. To occupy my time, I searched out the constellations.

When Master Toby returned again, he brought with him a small tub of what looked like water. The riding crop rained down fifteen more lashes upon my backside before he turned to the tub of liquid.

“Now, this is going to hurt, Scott. ‘Steve’ said I could do this, so hold on,” he said to me with sort of a dispassionate voice. I shivered more from that voice than the cool air.

He reached over and played with my left nipple. I couldn’t see what he was doing as my head was pulled towards the pole. After my nipple was hard, I felt excruciating pain in through that nipple. I screamed bloody hell into the ball gag. It felt like something had passed part way through it and stopped. He repeated the procedure with the other one. I screamed some more.

My chest hurt like it never had before. I felt something slowly run down my chest from my abused nipples. It was a thick liquid, and I knew it was blood. He used a cloth to wipe my chest off. The cloth was returned to the tub and the lid was closed.

He kissed me on the forehead, uttered, “Sorry for that,” and left to return to the house. I had never experienced that much pain in my chest before. My cock had answered the call and was back to full attention again. It seems that pain is the one thing that was setting it off now. I wasn’t sure I liked that idea.

I whimpered for a while until the pain subsided to a dull throbbing. My cock remained hard as a rock. Again I hung there for a while until he returned again with the crop. Twenty more lashes were delivered to my already sore ass. He checked on what he had done to my nipples and returned to the house.

The cool of the evening was beginning to turn cold as the night claimed the heat from the sun. Chill-bumps broke out across my body, and my nipples hardened to the degree as my cock. As Master Toby returned this time, he spoke after administering now twenty-five lashes from the crop.

“By now, you’ve probably figured out that I’m upping the count delivered from the crop each time I visit you. To let you know how much time will pass for you, each visit will be thirty minutes apart. Also, you will be here all night long.”

“Mmmmph!” I tried to scream into the ball gag.

“Don’t bother complaining about it; I’ve already cleared it with ‘Steve’. I will pay what I owe in the morning, and you will get your bonus as promised. See you in half an hour.”

He returned again to the house. I did a quick calculation and determined that I had been “hanging” here for two hours. Add that to the emotional breakdown I had with the time I saw on the clock, I figured it was about nine o’clock. I had at least another nine hours to hang out here like the linen.

True to his word, every half an hour, or so I’m guessing, he came out to me and administered the appropriate amount of strikes with the riding crop. He added five every time he walked out to me.

Once the count reached fifty, he checked on my nipples. When he checked, he also twisted them, but didn’t touch them with his fingers. I screamed anew. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said and disappeared back in the house for another half an hour.

When the count totaled sixty, he did stop adding to the total. For the rest of the night, I was to get sixty lashes every half an hour. After all, over one hundred lashes with that thing were more than anyone can handle.

I did manage to have more than one orgasm as I hung there, but they weren’t nearly as powerful as the two I had earlier. Something was missing other than the hot candle wax. Some time in the night, I think I figured it out; I was missing the constant surge of pain. The slow, prodding pain he was causing me now wasn’t enough to cause the explosion I felt before. I guess I now needed and craved the intense pain to make the orgasm worthwhile.

During a couple of times between his visits, I actually fell asleep, only to be woken up by swats on my reddened ass. It didn’t seem to bother him that I could fall asleep while tied up like a trussed up turkey.

After the second time, though, he did tighten a few things. The cord tying my cock to the collar was tightened, as well as the twine attaching my balls to the pole. Renewed pain made it more difficult to fall asleep again. He knew that, of course.

On the visit one hour before sun up, after the sixty lashes, I felt him wrap a string around the line I was hanging from. The string had another hitch on it, and that made me worry. He tied one end of the string to the line and the other let hang down to my chest, but only momentarily. I saw him fiddle with what he had done to my nipples. I saw a set of two strings being pulled up from my chest and as he pulled them up by his finger, my nipples twisted and pulled towards the center of my chest. The free end of the hanging string was passed under the hoop he was holding, and then pulled straight back up to be tied off in the hitch.

It was pulled to the very limits of my endurance. It felt like my nipples were being torn from their areoles. He made sure I had to pull myself up a little before tying off the free end of the string. I looked down at what he had done, but I still couldn’t see what he had done to me. I had a good idea, but I still wanted to see it, for some reason or another.

“Sorry ‘bout this, Scott,” he said and walked back up to the house.

I didn’t really know it at the time, but I only had another hour to hang there in torment. I struggled against each of the ropes and strings, trying to find some relief, but nothing was working.

Once again, half an hour later, he walked back out to deliver the second to last sixty whips of the crop. I could just make out the sun as it fought the night for its right to the sky. It seemed to be struggling as much as I was.

Just as the sun was filling the sky, Master Toby returned to me for the final time that day. The sixty lashes were dealt to my sore ass, and as he reached over to masturbate me, he twisted my little nipples even further, bringing me to another mind-blowing orgasm.

As tied up as I was, I couldn’t get into the full stretch of the orgasm, but it was no less pleasurable. The dog collar was untied from the pole first and my cock second. Even as tired as I was, I raised my head up to see that he had put two needles through my nipples. Each pierced nipple was twisted by the needles and they were secured to the string hitched to the line above me. A small amount of blood had run down my chest and dried.

My balls were detached from their string, and immediately began to shrink up to my belly for warmth. I couldn’t blame them. I was cold, also. The string connecting my nipples together was next to go and I let out a gasp as they returned to some sort of normal. When he let my legs go, they flopped to the ground as they had done earlier, and I swayed briefly while he untied my wrist restraints.

I walked back to the house on even more wobbly legs than before. I shivered the whole way back inside. Stepping into the house was like basking in the sun at Hawaii. I collapsed onto his corner sectional’s seat. I looked up at him, he smiled down at me. He was looking a little tired, but not nearly as tired as I was.

“Steve will be here any minute, Scott, so you’d better get dressed,” he warned.

I looked down at my nipples, then back up to him.

“Oh, you keep those in for the rest of the day. Your nipples will be pierced for the rest of your life, then.”

Like I asked for that.

I nodded. I wasn’t too sure I wanted that for my nipples, but I did have some time to decide before it became permanent.

Anyway, he handed me my clothes and I slowly got dressed (he had brought my clothes up from the basement dungeon). He handed me the eight one hundred dollar bills, and then I waited on the sofa for Dan. Dan arrived moments after I had sat back down.

We walked out to the car and climbed inside. As we made our way back to the Potter’s house, it was in silence again, mainly because I was too tired to talk.