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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge, pt. 3 (MF, MM, Fdom, bd, fist, cbt, best, mutilation)
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(Revenge of a Modern Day Fury, Part Three)

James' resolve barely lasted a day. He was kept
ragingly erect almost the whole time, allowed to
soften only briefly between doses of the drug, just
long enough to urinate. He was restrained, so it was
impossible for him to bring himself off. Every now and
then, one of the technicians would lightly tease his
cock with the brush of fingers or the tickle of a
feather, just enough to heighten his arousal, without
bringing him to orgasm. No man could stand such
teasing forever, and James was especially unused to
having his needs go unfulfilled. Glennis was a little
disappointed that he didn't prove a more worth
adversary, but then, the corrupt hardly ever did. They
were so accustomed to trampling the defenseless, that
they had no idea how to defend themselves.

James certainly looked ill equipped to deal with his
situation, lying strapped to the table, his erection
purple and obscenely swollen, his balls bloated.

"I'm so glad you've come to your senses," Glennis told
him.

"You're fucking torturing me," he said, indignantly.

"Now, James, surely a hard cock is nothing new to
you."

His eyes glittered angrily. "I hate you," he hissed.

She pretended to pout. "And I'm so fond of you. Well,
anyway, let's not dwell on that. Let's get down to
business. First, you need to tell us what you want."

"I want to come, you bitch."

"And you know the rules about that."

"Fuck you." And then his voice went soft. "I just want
to do what I have to, so I can get some fucking
relief."

"You have to say it first, James. We have to have your
consent."

"You think I don't know what you're doing? You think I
don't realize how you're trying to mind fuck me, you
sick bitch?"

She shrugged. "Believe what you want. I'm only trying
to help you."

"Let's just get it over with, okay?"

"Get what over with, James?"

He set his jaw and refused to speak.

"Oh, come on, James," she chided. "It's not that hard,
is it? All you have to do is tell us you want to
perform fellatio. You can do that, can't you?"

"I want to *come*," he insisted.

"So go ahead and tell me what I need to hear."

"Bitch," he muttered.

"If you're going to waste my time--" She started to
leave.

"Wait! Don't go."

"So?"

James swallowed hard. "I want-- I want to perform--"
His voice broke. "Fellatio," he said, very quietly.

She beamed at him proudly. "Wonderful, James. Now that
wasn't so difficult, was it?"

He glared at her hatefully.

"Okay, okay," she said. "So you've never given head
before, is that right, James?"

"Of course not," he spat out angrily. "I told you I'm
not into that faggot shit."

"Well, that means you're going to need some
instruction. Bradshaw here will be happy to guide you
through it. And I'll throw in some pointers, too. Are
you ready, Bradshaw?"

"Yes, madam."

"Okay. Go ahead then."

Bradshaw unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. As
he pushed his briefs down over his hips, his
good-sized erection sprang free, curving up toward his
belly.

"Fuck!" James said, his eyes large and round.

"Ordinarily, it would be your job to undress and
arouse your clients, but since this is your first time
and we're not quite ready to trust you with your hands
free, Bradshaw has taken care of this part for you."

James stared at Bradshaw's dick, transfixed by fear, a
look Glennis had seen many times on the faces of
unwilling male subjects.

"Get down on your knees in front of him," Glennis
instructed.

James shook his head. "No way. I'll suck him, but I'm
not doing that."

"I'm afraid it's mandatory. You know yourself that the
submissiveness of the person doing the sucking is a
big part of the thrill of getting blown."

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Do you want to come or not?" she asked.

"I *said* fuck *you*!"

She sucked on her index finger and lightly traced the
vein along the underside of his straining dick. He
groaned pitifully.

She asked again, "Do you want to come?"

He gritted his teeth. "I'm going to get free someday,
and then I'm going to make you sorry you ever fucked
with me."

"Mmm, I'll remember that. But for now, why don't you
just accept that you're going to have to get on your
knees or you're never going to come again."

She gently cupped his balls, and he squeezed his eyes
tightly shut.

"Or maybe you don't really need to come so badly after
all?"

"You know I do." His body shook with need.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

James swallowed hard and grudgingly dropped to his
knees.

"That's much better," she told him. "Kneel there in
front of him, meekly, like you're praying to his dick.
Look at it, admire it. A man doesn't just want to have
his cock sucked. He wants to have it worshipped.
Something I'm sure you know from personal experience."

James struggled to keep the sneer on his face, but
Glennis could see how he clenched his hands, how he
pressed his lips together in a tight, grim line. It
had been one thing to agree to this in the abstract,
something distant and unreal, which he probably
figured he could get out of one way or another. It was
something else entirely to be faced with the reality
of it all, to have a man's cock bobbing in front of
his mouth, to feel the heat from it, to smell it. To
know that in a few short seconds he was going to have
to take it in his mouth and cross the sexual rubicon
every heterosexual man lived in terror of.

"Okay, Bradshaw, you can take it from here," she told
her assistant. "Tell James what to do, how to please
you."

Bradshaw took James' head in his hands. James tried to
pull away, but Bradshaw's grasp was firm.

"A good cocksucking starts slow and builds," Bradshaw
explained. "Blow on the head."

James hesitated, his lip trembling. 

"Go on," Bradshaw coaxed.

James closed his eyes, pursed his lips and blew very
primly. 

"Keep it up," Bradshaw told him. "Vary the rhythm,
short puffs and then long ones. Yeah, good. Good. That
feels nice. Now, kiss it."

James started to balk, but Bradshaw held him in place.

"Put your lips on my dick and start kissing," Bradshaw
reiterated, in a firmer voice.

James curled up his mouth in disgust as he planted a
quick little peck. 

"Like you're enjoying it," Bradshaw instructed. "Kiss
down the shaft and back up again. That's good. Now the
other side. Oh, that feels so good, James. You're good
at this. Okay, now lick the head."

James' face was filled with trepidation as he darted
out his tongue for a quick swipe.

"Ugh! Shit, that tastes fucking awful."

Bradshaw laughed. "Now you know what women put with,
how they all just pretend to like it. You have to
pretend, too, like it's candy and you can't get
enough. Swirl your tongue around the head and play
with the slit. Like my come tastes so good you have to
go right to the source."

Glennis smiled as she watched James start to grow more
bold, going from a tentative flirtation with
Bradshaw's cock to licking at it like it was an ice
cream cone. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly
people could adapt to almost anything if they had
enough incentive.

"Oh, yeah, that's so good, James," Bradshaw moaned. "I
love your hot, sweet mouth. Give me more of it. Cover
your teeth with your lips and take my dick into your
mouth. Just the head. Oh, yeah. Now suck me."

The sight of James with his lips wrapped around
another man's cock made Glennis feel flushed and
needy, but she would take care of it later, in the
privacy of her own bedroom, watching the video of
James' oral deflowering as many times as she pleased.

"Yeah, suck me harder," Bradshaw urged. "Use your
tongue. Oh, yeah. Like that. Breathe through your
nose. Take more of the shaft into your mouth. Lick
down the sides. Yeah. And that place beneath the head,
you know what I'm talking about."

Bradshaw's fingers clenched in James' hair. His mouth
was open, and his eye were heavy lidded with pleasure.
And despite the fact that Glennis had known and
respected him for years, she felt in that moment the
most intense hatred for him, that he could do what she
could not, simply because he had a dick and she
didn't. This was the one, elusive weapon she would
never be able to buy for herself--a real dick, not a
toy facsimile. Not that she would have traded being a
woman. Nothing could be more delicious than that. It
was just that she regretted always having to use
proxies to do her job. She would have liked to be able
to deliver retribution with her own body, to unman and
degrade her prey herself. 

"Aaah. Yeah," Bradshaw urged. "That's it. Suck me,
whore. Suck my dick."

He began to rock his hips. James' eyes bulged as he
struggled to accommodate more of his shaft.

"Relax your muscles," Bradshaw told him. "Try to get
it as far down your throat as you can."

Of course, there were also benefits to watching.
Glennis savored the panicked expression on James' face
as he found out what it felt like to deep throat a
cock.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Take it, whore. Take my dick down
your tight, slut throat."

Bradshaw began to thrust more vigorously, pulling on
James' ears. James started to struggle, to resist.

"Don't," Glennis warned. "This is the secret to
cocksucking. It seems like it's something you're doing
to him. But really it's something he's doing to you.
And you have to let him do whatever he wants, let him
fuck your face however he chooses."

"Oh, God." Bradshaw began to thrust wildly, and James
looked terrified. "I'm coming, whore. You're making me
come in your mouth. Take it. Take it all."

"Swallow, James. Don't you dare spit it out," Glennis
told him.

"AAAGH!" Bradshaw's hips bucked as his come exploded
out of him. 

James struggled to swallow it all, his throat muscles
working frantically, trying not to choke, but it was
obviously more than he was expecting. The sticky white
fluid overflowed his mouth and went all over his face.
Bradshaw's orgasm subsided, and he pulled away. James
crumpled to the floor. 

"Not bad for a first time," Glennis said. "What did
you think, Bradshaw?"

"I'd say he has a real natural talent," he said, still
a little out of breath.

"Did you hear that, James? Natural talent. That's
wonderful."

James didn't stir. He lay curled on the floor, sobbing
softly. Glennis knelt beside him and touched his
shoulder.

"James?" she said gently.

He didn't stop crying.

She stroked his shoulder and his back. "Come on and
sit up, huh, baby?"

He didn't move, but he did let her maneuver him into a
sitting position. Tears streaked down his face and cum
dripped from his chin, the picture of unmanned misery.
This was what men spent all their lives working so
hard to avoid, taking refuge in swaggering machismo,
telling faggot jokes to make it clear that they were
*real* men, the sucked, never the sucker, the fucker,
never the fucked. And now James knew what it was to be
on the other side of the equation, some other man's
personal come dump. And Glennis could look in his eyes
and see that the terrible thing he feared had come
true. He really never would be the same again.

"Oh, James. James. Don't cry, baby. It wasn't really
that bad, was it?"

He shuddered violently.

"Let's get you cleaned up, huh? Maybe that will make
you feel better. Bradshaw, could you hand me a wash
cloth?"

"Of course, madam." Bradshaw ran the water in the
sink. "Here you are." He handed her a damp cloth.

"Thank you." She tenderly washed James' face. "I bet
that feels good, huh? Nice and clean again."

She guided his head to her breast, stroked his hair
while he cried, and murmured little nonsense phrases
of comfort. She could feel him relax against her,
enjoying the touch of a woman, needing it after what
he'd just been through, even if it was from the very
same woman who had caused all his misery. 

Glennis couldn't help finding his acquiescence
repulsive. It was all so easy, and she had wanted him
to be more worthy. But the mind was a brittle organ,
she knew that too well. It was the foundation of her
work, after all. To be slapped by someone with one
hand and caressed with the other--the brain could
never wrap itself around that paradox and tended
simply to collapse into confusion. Its solution was to
forget the pain and live for the fleeting moments of
tenderness. Soon enough, James would do anything she
wanted, willingly, eagerly, for the simple recompense
of a kind touch.

"There, there," she said, rubbing his back. 

Finally he pulled away. "Why?" he asked, in a shaky
voice.

"Why what, baby?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I have your best interest at heart, James. You'll
come to see that some day."

He shook his head vehemently. "You* made* me--" His
face twisted with disgust. "You made me do *that*."

"No, baby. You chose that of your own free will.
Remember? You said you wanted it."

James' lip began to tremble again. "It was horrible."

"My poor James," she said. "It's always hardest the
first time, but you'll get used to it. All you need is
some practice."

He shook his head. "No." He sobbed. "I'm not doing
that ever again. Just this once. That's all."

"Okay, baby. Whatever you say." She smoothed his hair
back from his face. "I'm not going to make you do
anything you don't want to do."

"Please, undo my hands" he said, looking down at his
angry red cock. "I hurt so bad."

"Oh, baby, you haven't earned the right to have an
orgasm. I'm sorry, but rules are rules."

He stared at her in disbelief. "But you said-- You
said if I-- did that, then I could come. And I did it.
I--" Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Sucking Bradshaw doesn't count. He's your trainer.
That blow job was for your benefit, not his. To earn
the right to come, you have to service actual
clients."

He shook his head wildly. "No! You *said*--"

"I'm sorry if you misunderstood me, but this is the
way it's always been, for everybody around here. Isn't
that right, Bradshaw?"

"Yes, madam. Always."

"To be allowed to come, you have to earn points. You
get one point for every blow job you give. You can
also earn extra credit for enthusiasm and skill.
That's judged by each individual client."

"No," he moaned. "No. God. Please."

"Since you're still learning your art, you'll start
out by giving head to employees who work here on the
estate. They deserve a treat every now and then."

He started to rock back and forth. "You can't do this.
You can't."

"Now, it's reasonable to expect that accidents may
happen during your novice period. You don't have to
worry that this will result in the loss of a testicle,
not unless we're certain you did it on purpose."

"Oh, God!"

"But you will still be corrected, to help you remember
to be more careful in the future. Do you understand?"

"I can't do this," he said, miserably. "Please. I need
to come. Now."

"And I just explained why that's not possible. Now,
you can start earning the points you need. Or not.
It's completely up to you."

"I need to come so bad," he said, desperately.

"Then you need to start giving blow jobs. Are you
ready to do that?"

"You're totally fucking evil, you know that?"

"Maybe," she conceded. "If that's what you call
someone with very strict rules and all the power
needed to enforce them. So do you want to start
servicing clients or what?"

His face was red with shame, and he wouldn't look at
her. But he did nod.

"Good. Now, whenever you're ready to give head, all
you have to do is let Bradshaw know. Just tell him: I
want another cock to suck. Understand?"

"I hate you so much," he said.

She nodded. "Yes, I think you've mentioned that
before. Now, answer my question. Do you understand?"

"*Yes,*" he said, belligerently.

"Okay, then go ahead and say it whenever you're
ready."

"I--" 

"Only if you really want to come."

"I want another cock to suck," he whispered.

"Did you hear that, Bradshaw?"

"I'm not sure, madam."

"I think you're going to have to speak up a little,
James. Now, what is it that you want?"

"Another cock to suck," he said, more loudly, coloring
with embarrassment.

Glennis smiled. "If you're sure?"

He nodded his head. "Hurry. I'm really in pain."

"Okay, Bradshaw, bring in his first customer."

Bradshaw nodded and left the room.

"And, James," Glennis said. "Don't forget that you get
extra points for skill and enthusiasm. So don't just
rush through it. Look eager. Tell them how good they
taste, how much you like sucking them, deep throat
them if you can. Make sure you swallow. Men always
like that. You'll get your points sooner."

Bradshaw returned with one of the household
maintenance workers. The man had already taken out his
cock. It bobbed in front of him as he moved eagerly
toward James. 

"Call me if there are any problems," Glennis told
Bradshaw.

He nodded.

"Bon apetite," she said to James and couldn't help
laughing as she left him to a long afternoon of
cocksucking.

***

Glennis watched James' progress with interest and
amusement. Her staff kept her updated with videos of
his sessions, and occasionally, she would stop by the
observation booth to watch for herself through the
two-way mirror. It was true what she had told him; it
really did get easier with practice. With each cock,
his technique improved, and a little more of his
hesitation disappeared. As he came closer to earning
enough points to be allowed to come, he grew
positively animated. He would kiss and lick and suck
with intense concentration, really working the dick,
moaning in the back of his throat as if in
appreciation, a little trick he'd learned along the
way, something his clients loved and rewarded with
extra points. 

Whenever he finished with one cock, he would
immediately beg for the next, come still glistening on
his lips.

Glennis watched through the mirror as James eagerly
slurped away, dutifully servicing one of the farmhands
who worked on her estate. The man gripped James' head
and shoved his cock roughly in and out of his mouth,
taunting him with every thrust.

"Suck me, faggot," he said. "Get it down your throat
and drink my come, cocksucker."

The man thrust in jerky, clumsy movements, and James
was clearly struggling to keep up with him.

"Aaaagh!" the man cried out suddenly and slapped James
hard across the face. "Bitch!"

Bradshaw immediately intervened, and Glennis hurried
into the room.

"What is going on here?" she demanded.

"This stupid whore scraped me with his teeth."

James scrambled to his feet. "It's not my fault he
moves like a clumsy idiot."

The man lunged at James. "I'll teach you to show some
respect, with a fist to your faggot face."

Bradshaw caught him before he could hit James again.
"Remember where you are and in whose presence."

The farmhand froze, an expression of realization and
then fear flashing across his face. He ducked his head
and said with grovelling humility, "Forgive me,
senora."

"What is your name?" Glennis asked.

"Julio, senora."

"Well, Julio, you seem to have forgotten the
orientation you went through when you began working
here."

"I apologize, senora. I lost my temper."

"I'm afraid that's not an excuse. We have very clear
procedures for dealing with situations such as these.
And you know you're never allowed to strike a subject
unless specifically ordered to do so by myself or a
member of the training staff. You do remember these
rules, don't you?"

"Yes, senora. I am so sorry to disobey."

She studied him a moment. "All right. Since it's your
first infraction, your wages will be docked and
further interaction with subjects after this is denied
until you pass a remedial course on proper etiquette.
Is that understood?"

"Yes, senora. Thank you. You are too kind."

"Just see that it never happens again, or I won't be
quite so magnanimous."

Glennis turned back to James, who was not even trying
to hide the smirk on his face.

"As for you," she said. "You were warned that you
would be punished if something like this happened."

"He jerked around so much," James insisted. "How was I
supposed to help it?"

She shook her head with disappointment. "That's
completely the wrong attitude, James. When you're
sucking a man's cock, your job is to please him,
period. It doesn't matter what he does. It doesn't
matter if his cock is so filthy you practically choke
on it or if he gets off on hurting you or if he
doesn't really know what he's doing. There are no
excuses for failing to satisfy him. This is an
important lesson, and you *will* learn it."

"But it was *his* fault. It's not fair!"

"Oh, James, please. Don't be a child. When has
fairness ever had anything to do with anything? Was it
fair that you forced yourself on every hooker who had
the misfortune to work the same area you patrolled?
Now quit sniveling and take your punishment like a
man."

Bradshaw stepped forward. "I have the ball spreader,
madam."

"Good. Put it on him. Just make sure he doesn't get
off on it."

Bradshaw nodded. "Corrine, squeeze the base of his
penis while I put this on, just in case."

"What the fuck is that for?" James demanded with
alarm.

"It's to separate your balls, James. So each one can
get the attention it deserves," Glennis said.

"What the hell for?"

He started to squirm.

"Hold still," Bradshaw said.

"Get that faggot thing off me!"

He tried to pull away, but Bradshaw had too much
experience for him. In a few short moments, the ball
spreader was snapped snugly in place. James' balls
were pushed out from his body and apart from each
other, so that each was prominently displayed.

"Okay, you can let go of his cock now, Corrine,"
Bradshaw instructed.

"I want this piece of shit off my balls," James said,
more shrilly.

"What I'm about to say is very important, James. So I
want you to listen carefully. Remember how we
discussed the difference between things you're *asked*
to do versus what you are *ordered* to do? Well, this
is an order, and you *will* obey it. In a moment,
Bradshaw is going to release your hands. If you look
up, you'll see straps hanging from the ceiling. When
your hands are freed, you will reach up and grab hold
of those straps. You will *not* touch yourself. You
will hold onto the straps until I tell you that you
may let them go. You will *not* let go of them before
you receive permission, not for any reason. Failure to
obey *will* result in the loss of a testicle."

James paled.

"I'm sure you remember what happened to the
unfortunate Kenny. Hold onto the straps, and you won't
end up like him."

"What are you going to do to me?" James asked, truly
scared now.

"Bradshaw," she said. "Free his hands."

Bradshaw nimbly undid the fastenings and released him.
He stretched his arms and rubbed his wrists to help
restore the circulation. But he didn't try to touch
his cock.

"Grab the straps," Glennis commanded.

James hesitated, his face filled with dread, but he
did finally obey, lifting his arms and putting his
hands through the loops.

"It's a good idea to hold on tight," she told him. "To
make sure you don't let go."

"Please, don't," he begged. "I'll be more careful.
I'll never do it again. Please don't hurt me."

She shook her head. "Not me. Julio. He's the one you
bit."

"I didn't--"

"Don't make me have to punish you for arguing, as
well. Trust me, it's the last thing you need right
now."

"God, please, don't," he pleaded, futilely.

Bradshaw handed her the paddle, similar in size and
shape to the kind used for playing ping pong, but
specially constructed for its particular task. 

When James saw it, he started to panic. "What the fuck
is that for?" he asked. "You're not going to beat my
ass with that thing. Don't you fucking touch me."

Glennis ignored him and spoke to Julio, "You do
remember this part of your training, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, senora. I promise to do it right."

"You'd better," she said. "Not too hard. Alternate
sides. And you stop when I tell you to."

"Of course, senora. Anything you say, I'll obey."

"Very well, then. Go ahead." She handed him the
paddle.

Julio gripped it eagerly, clearly looking forward to
avenging his wronged cock. 

"Stay the fuck away from me!" James screamed. "I'm not
going to let you spank me with that."

James kept his grip on the straps, but thrashed his
lower body, trying to twist away from Julio. Bradshaw
moved behind him and held his hips firmly in place.

"It's going to hurt more if you don't stop this
silliness and just stay still," Glennis told him.

"Don't do this. Please," James begged. 

Julio struck the first blow to his left testicle.

"AAAAGH!" James shrieked, his eyes wide with shock and
terror. This was obviously not what he had been
expecting.

Julio grinned and hit him again, on the other ball.
"Now you'll learn to watch where you put your teeth,
whore."

Julio settled into a steady, punishing rhythm. James
howled in agony, sweat pouring off his body. He had to
strain so hard to keep from letting go of the straps
that the tendons on the sides of his neck stood out.

"How does that feel, fairy?" Julio jeered. "Having
your balls broken is no better than having your cock
bitten, ey?"

James didn't even try to control his reaction. He
cried openly, tears streaming pathetically down his
cheeks. It always entertained Glennis that inflicting
a little pain on a man's balls could make him sound
just like a little girl. 

When Glennis noticed the muscles in James' arms
starting to shake, she knew he couldn't take much
more.

"That's enough," she told Julio.

He looked distinctly disappointed, but he did stop.

"You can go now," she told him.

He handed the paddle to Bradshaw and nodded to
Glennis. "Thank you, senora."

When he was gone, Glennis said to James, "So, I trust
you'll be more careful from now on."

He nodded, gasping raggedly, his face red, his nose
running.

"All right, then. You can let go."

He sank to the floor and curled into a fetal position,
sobbing disconsolately, holding his injured balls.

She watched him with a mixture of triumph and disgust.

"Get him off the floor," she told Bradshaw. "And bind
his hands again. I won't have him touching himself
like that."

As she turned to go, she took one last look at his
shaking form, huddled forlornly on the floor. It was
hard to believe he was the same man who had haunted
her for so many years.

***

It took several days before James recovered
sufficiently to return to his duties. His balls were
still black and blue, and he grimaced whenever he
walked. But he was healed enough to feel horny again,
and so he was determined to win the right to come. He
went back to sucking cock with abandon, and soon
enough, earned his reward.

Glennis was quite excited for him. In fact, she'd gone
all out making arrangements for his big day.

When Bradshaw brought James into the salon, the room
was packed with guests, various friendly acquaintances
and colleagues Glennis had invited to share in the
amusement. They relaxed on the couches and comfortable
chairs, dressed in evening finery, sipping cocktails
and chatting. Bradshaw led James through the crowd,
and everyone stopped what they were doing to stare,
some with simple admiration, others with lewd hunger.
James blushed furiously.

In the center of the room on an elevated platform was
a divan covered in a rich red velvet cloth. Bradshaw
instructed James to lie down on it. A video camera on
a tripod stood nearby. Glennis joined them.

"What are all these people doing here?" James asked
her.

"Why they've come to watch, of course," she told him.

"No fucking way! I'm not jerking off in front of your
sick, perverted friends. So just forget about it."

"I'm sorry, James, but this is the way we do things
around here. Isn't it, Bradshaw?"

"Yes, madam. It is."

"I *earned* this!" he insisted, sounding like a sullen
teenager.

She sighed. "Oh, James, really. What did you expect?
That you'd be allowed to stroke and fondle and play
with yourself, and it would be for your enjoyment
alone?"

"*Yeah*."

"James, a whore doesn't own his own pleasure. His body
is just a plaything, for the pleasure of others, even
when he's getting himself off."

"I'm *not* a whore!"

She tilted her head. "You don't think so? You gave
blow jobs in order to get something you wanted. How is
that different from selling your body for money?"

"But you *made* me."

"No, I didn't. You had a choice. You wanted to come.
So you prostituted your mouth for the privilege."

"It wasn't like that," he denied.

"Wasn't it? Well, anyway, you *did* do it. You sucked
any man's cock you were presented with and begged for
more. After that, surely you can do something as
simple as put on a little show for my friends. What's
it going to hurt? It's not as if you have any pride
left."

He flushed with fury. "I won't!"

She stood up. "Oh, well, then. I guess you don't
really want to come. That's fine. Bradshaw, take him
back to the training room."

"No! You promised."

"And I've kept my word. You're the one who's letting
the opportunity go to waste."

"What have I ever done to you?" he asked, desperately.

"Maybe you'll remember someday. But right now, if you
want to come, you'll lie back on the couch and spread
your legs as wide as you can. And then Bradshaw will
unlock your hands, and you can start whenever you're
ready." 

For a moment, he looked as if he might continue
arguing, but then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He
scooted back onto the divan and opened his legs.
Bradshaw gave him a few instructions on how to
position himself, so that he was perfectly splayed to
give the audience a clear view of his genitals and the
rosy ring of his anus. Bradshaw unfastened the
binding. James' dick was purple with need, twitching
in anticipation, but he didn't immediately reach for
it.

"I don't think I can," he whispered.

"Can't you?" Glennis perched beside him on the edge of
the divan. "You mean, you're going to pass up your
chance to take care of this big, needy cock of yours?"

She ran a finger down the center of his chest,
ignoring his straining nipples, deliberating teasing
him. 

"God!" he gasped.

"Look at it, James. Look at your dick. I know it must
hurt so much. It needs to be touched so badly."

She stroked his belly, and his muscles trembled.

"Please," he begged.

"Don't you want to play with it? Stroke it. Tease it.
Caress it."

He watched her intently, practically mesmerized.

"I know you do. I know you want it so badly. And all
you have to do is make the first move. Take that big
dick in your hand and make yourself feel good."

His hand shook as he reached for himself.

"Oh, yeah, James, it's going to feel so good."

He put his hand on himself tentatively, almost as if
he'd forgotten what to do. But then instinct kicked
in, and he began to run his fingers along the length
of his erection.

"Oh, God." 

He trembled with pent up need. His hand began to move
more surely on his hardness. His face grew rapt with
pleasure

"That's right, James. Make it good. Cup your balls.
Reach down and play with your hole."

He froze, a guilty look in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I know you do that. I'm sure you're
probably careful never to put your finger inside. But
you can't help how good it feels to touch yourself
there. To rub your hole. To tease it. And that's all
that matters. That it feels good. Go on, James. Make
yourself feel good."

And he did, stroking his cock and flirting with his
asshole.

"That's right, James. Go to it. Enjoy. Make it last."

She got up from the divan and motioned Bradshaw to
follow. They both eased back into the crowd and left
James the center of attention, enthusiastically
masturbating, to the delight of everyone in the
audience.

Glennis drifted to the side of the room and pressed a
button on the remote control panel, activating a large
video screen on the far wall. The picture flickered,
and then an image appeared, accompanied by a techno
beat sound track. It was James on his knees noisily
sucking an enormous black cock, giving head with
greedy, well-practiced abandon.

The crowd cheered wildly. James stared in horror as
his worst shame was paraded before the entire group of
people. But he couldn't keep his chest from heaving
with the exertion of his pleasure, and he didn't take
his hand off his cock. On the video, he hummed
appreciatively as he swirled his tongue around the
head of the dick.

A voice on the tape, not James', but an actor who
sounded a lot like him, crooned, "God, you taste so
good. I can't get enough. Fuck my face. Please!"

The crowd laughed raucously. James looked like a deer
caught in headlights. 

"Oh, don't stop now, baby," a woman in the front row
urged him. "You look so sexy. You make me so hot."

She opened her legs and ran her hands up and down her
bare thighs. She was a notorious slut, and Glennis
suspected James was being treated to the sight of her
naked, glistening pussy. She was certain of it when he
began to pump his dick again despite the images on the
video screen.

"Mmmmm," the actor's voice on the video moaned, as the
image showed James forced to take the dick further
down his throat, his Adam's apple working frantically
as he struggled to accommodate such a large cock.

The woman in the front row gasped in pleasure, "Oh,
yeah. Yeah."

James fondled his sack, rolling his balls, breathing
heavily. On screen, there was a montage: image after
image of James eagerly falling to his knees, licking
and kissing and sucking many different dicks, one
right after the other, attentively mouthing balls,
dutifully swallowing come, getting splattered in the
face and greedily licking his lips, cleaning up spent
cocks with his tongue.

And then the sound on the tape was actually James' own
voice, begging, "I want another cock to suck. Please.
Another cock. I want to suck. More cock. More cock.
Please. I need to suck."

In real life, James moaned needily in the back of his
throat. Despite himself, he was getting a pornographic
thrill out of the scene of his own humiliation. His
hips began to move rhythmically as he thrust into his
hand and fingered his asshole.

In the video, the scene changed to James getting his
balls punished, the sharp thwack of the paddle
accompanied by short grunts of pleasure, the actor's
voice again.

"He likes getting his balls tortured," someone
murmured in the crowd.

"Oh, yeah," someone else said in a feverish voice.
"Paddle his nuts. Beat them til they're black and
blue."

James jerked himself harder, his eyes glassy with
pleasure, getting close to release.

"Please," the actor's voice on the tape pleaded.
"Spank my balls. Hurt me. I'm your toy, and I love
what you do to me."

'AAAAAGH!" James wailed as he climaxed. 

His hips lurched off the cushions as he frantically
thrust into his hand, the come spurting violently from
his cock in long ropey arcs, wave after wave, his
asshole fluttering convulsively as he rode out the
lengthy orgasm.

The whole room erupted in ecstatic cheers.

James turned onto his side as he slowly came down from
his orgasm, his breathing ragged, his face red, his
body glistening with sweat. His cock was soft, and he
looked sated, relieved. Glennis let him rest for a few
minutes, not because there was any mercy in her, but
because it would make what was coming next all the
more devastating.

Finally, she went to him and knelt by the divan. She
brushed her fingers sensually down his arm. 

"You were so beautiful," she told him. "So erotic.
This body is made for pleasure."

She stroked his chest and his thigh. Once again, he
leaned into her touch, unable to tamp down his
instinctive response. Bradshaw handed her a soft, damp
cloth, and she tenderly washed away his come.

"Mmm," he murmured, appreciatively, his eyes heavy,
his body utterly relaxed.

She brushed the hair off his forehead. "You did
magnificently," she whispered in his ear, brushing his
cheek with her lips. "I can't wait until the next
time."

She pulled away and watched his face. At first, he
smiled, but then his forehead knitted in confusion.

"Bradshaw," she called.

Her assistant moved quickly. Before James could even
think about fighting it, the restraints were back in
place. Bradshaw snapped on a pair of latex gloves and
squirted lube onto his hand.

James stared at the gloves, transfixed for a moment,
his eyes wide and bright with terror.

Then he erupted. 

"NOOOO!" he bellowed. "NOOOOO!"

He kicked and thrashed, but three other technicians
immediately hurried to Bradshaw's aid. Two of them
maneuvered James' body, so that the other could pull
his cheeks apart. Bradshaw applied the medicated cream
to his finger and pushed it into James' rectum.

"AAAAGH!" James cried in desperation. "NOOOOO!"

Bradshaw worked in the medication and then removed his
finger. The technicians turned James around to face
the audience. He was staring down at his cock in
horror. In just a few moments, it began to stir. Soon,
he was harder than he had been before, his erection
purple and straining. He began to sob like a broken
man.

Everyone laughed uproariously.

"Don't worry," Glennis told him, in a voice loud
enough for the entire room to hear. "All you have to
do is suck another fifty or so cocks, and then you can
do it all over again."

Tears ran down his face as Bradshaw led him away. The
crowd laughed harder.

***

(End Part Three)

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