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Let me start by saying I am not much for words in matters of sex.
 I write poetry and not the cheap porn kind. I’m in a creative
rut however and I suspect writing this sort of thing will help
get me producing again.  I am not much for small talk either, but
the lack of internet for porn, a period with little to no sex now
and severe boredom, leads me to recollect this encounter in
writing.



Robert the Pain Slut

Robert arrived wearing tattered jeans, a plain black shirt with a
collar and a leash already hidden underneath, and dirty old
sneakers with no socks – just how I like it. His ankles are hot,
and I bet his feet stink of sweat from the mile walk in getting
here, but that’s not the Dom’s place to be concerned! Ah, another
time, another time. He laughs at my foot fetish, but he’s a
masochist; go figure. I tell him his safe word this time is
stardust, but he already knows I think safe words are pointless
and that if he uses it I’ll stop, but he won’t be welcome back
again. He strips and I watch his bare hairless chest, smooth ass,
mildly hairy legs, and then finally those perfectly defined
ankles and toes as the pants slip down over his feet. God, pretty
boys are the best to abuse. He scowls at my checking him out,
assuming we’re way past that now. When two guys have this sort of
extreme sex together, like we’ll soon be having once again,
anything mundane after that is just hilarious and awkward.

I lead him to the kitchen on his leash, pulling at his neck harsh
enough to make him groan. I bend him over on a dining chair and
he starts to whimper as I ram the largest butt plug I have in my
collection up his ass. No need to start slow. Perverts don’t like
to wait! I can’t force it into him however and his whimpering
annoys me, so I take off my belt and whip at his balls. He
screams. I shove the dirty butt plug into his mouth and make him
lick it clean while I further beat the shit out of his ball sack.

“There, nice and lubricated now! But we better get to the
bathroom before one of the guys comes back ‘cause we only have an
hour in the house alone. Come on you little cock sucker.” I throw
his clothes in my room and then push him into the bathroom and
lock the door behind us. My bag of goodies is already waiting on
the vanity. He puts his hands behind his back as I lock a pair of
handcuffs around his wrists, and then an extended pair of
handcuffs around his ankles (just enough for him to be able to
wobble around if need be).  I lick his foot while I lock them on
and put the key in my pocket. He rolls his eyes at me, so I slap
him hard. He’s taller than me and I’m a skinny bloke myself, but
he listens unquestionably when we’re fucking around, as I expect
of him.

“Now, since you obviously weren’t ready for that special treat up
your ass, I’m just going to have to give you an even better
treat.”

“Yeah yeah” he replies, almost rebelliously. We grin at each
other briefly before I push him into the shower and he assumes
the kneeling position, already suspecting what’s to come. I
unscrew the shower head and stick the hose up his ass, then turn
the water on lukewarm before pulling on the lever for the shower
to start. I love the startled look on his face as the water pours
into him, so I whip at his balls with the belt going down over
his asshole.  I strip off my own pants and shove my cock down his
throat. He’s good at taking it down to where it stimulates his
gag reflex. I hold my cock in his mouth even as he urges and
moans and the water fills his colon and blows out his pretty boy
stomach. I shut off the water when I’ve had enough of his mouth.

“Now let’s finish off your little treat then, bitch. You better
hold that water in or you’re in real trouble”. I let him give the
butt plug one more good slobbering since he’s drooling from all
the deep-throating, and I ram it again into his ass. It takes an
incredibly hard push to get the widest part of the huge plug past
his sphincter and when it does it pops in place as he screams in
pain and probably a little bit of horny excitement. Even the
thinnest part would be holding his sphincter quite fucking wide
for as long as my inner sadist desires.  I tie a rope through a
ring at the base of the plug around his thighs and ass, just in
case that enema is strong enough to push it out. It won’t be
coming out no matter how much force goes against it now, and it
seems obvious there’s a lot of force by the way he’s moaning.

“Fuck, Drek,” he groans, “I don’t think I can take it!”

“Say your safe-word then you pussy asshole and I’ll get it out
somehow”. He squirms around in the shower humiliated, but decides
to put up with it.

“... As I thought. Now I hope you don’t think that’s all the pain
you’ll be getting this time”. This is the first time I’ve
actually seen him terrified of what’s to come next, since each
little play time we have I push his limits a little further.  I
tell him to lie on his back with his cuffed hands behind him on
the floor and put his bare feet up against the cold toilet tank.
He shivers to my satisfaction. I get out a long strand of leather
and tie each of his testicles separately, then together real
tightly. His 5 inch hard on looks more like 6 inches now. I love
how a bit of ball bondage brings that out in a guy.
I get out a q-tip. He already knows I put them down my own cock
when I masturbate, but he still isn’t ready judging by his
pitiful and begging eyes. So out of my goody bag I pull out a
leather blindfold and put it on him. Problem solved! I wank him
right up to the edge of orgasm with precum pouring out of him and
that huge butt plug doing spasms in his ass like it was a fucking
vibrator, and right then, right before he’s ready to orgasm, I
stop. He’s obviously forgotten about the q-tip, poor bloke. Once
he’s wound down enough to get it in him without giving him the
orgasm he wants so bad, I shove the q-tip down his slippery cock
right until the tip is just sticking out from his urethra. Then I
push it even a little further so it’s all the way inside, much to
the resistance of his violent struggling and screams. God, now
I’m really hard. Enough attention for him! Now I need some.

I sit on his chest and make him strain his neck to suck on my
cock. I wank him again real slow, and the q-tip seems to have
intensified each stroke by 5 times. Sweat is pouring off of him
in buckets. His cock is thrusting up and down and he’s going at
mine like a fucking motor. With my belt I strike at his balls
again, even more painful now that they’re tied, then alternate
with stroking his cock gently enough to keep him on the edge of
orgasm. I get out some metal clamps with a chain attached and put
them real tight on his nipples. I stroke his cock with one hand,
while pulling on his nipples with the other. I push my cock
deeper and faster into his throat. Finally his muffled cock
sucking screams are enough to push me to the edge and I wait
until I’m cumming into his mouth to finally wank him full thrust
and bring him to orgasm, but not without nearly pulling his
nipples off.

He swallows down my cum and I keep tugging hard on the chain
connected to his nipple clamps while he rides out the orgasm. His
ass muscles spasm like crazy and he’s screaming like a pansy. 
But I don’t intend to let him go yet. I rip the q-tip out of his
cock and smear his cum all over my foot, then get the rest of it
by crushing his cock and balls with my toes.

“Alright slut, suck up your cum”. He pulls a face but starts
licking the cold cum off my toes. Now that the endorphins are
gone he’s feeling everything even more: His aching nipples still
with the clamps attached, the enema causing his ass to keep
pushing at the huge butt plug, bruising his sphincter, and his
burning cock from the q-tip I rammed down his urethra. Now he
just wants to relax, but I only want to make it worst. I pull him
up to a sitting position and stick my flaccid cock in his mouth.

“No man! No. I can’t. I can’t.  I can’t drink piss. It’s too
much. Please”. He goes on with his muffled whimpering. I take
pity this time. If I hadn’t just cummed I could have done almost
anything to him. I warn him the next time he’s going to drink my
piss so he better start practicing with his own when he
masturbates.

I hate wearing socks. But when they smell like sweaty feet, damn,
how can I complain? I take out the black ones I’ve been wearing
in my doc martens for the last four days, just for him, and piss
over them just a little bit. Then I shove one of them in his
mouth to quiet his screams. I duct tape his mouth shut but rip
off the blindfold, concerned that I still need some communication
with him. He looks disgusted and in agony from the pissed on
filthy sock, the clamps, the huge plug and his beaten and still
tied balls. I sit beside him and fondle his cock until he’s hard
again. I get hard just listening to him whimper in pain.

I tell him to get back in the shower and he struggles to while
cramps in his stomach seem to be getting the best of his hard on,
so I whip his ass and pull on his nipple chain again for
encouragement. Once he’s in I turn on a cold shower. His emo
looking hair is already soaked anyway, not that I can say much
about emo hair. It’s Bohemian damn it! Bohemian hair! I get in
behind him and undo the rope keeping his plug in place. It
explodes out of his ass, which produces his loudest scream yet.
Thankfully he has the common sense to clean himself before he
came, so the enema comes out clear. Now I’m really fuckin’ horny
and I don’t want to give his ass a break, so I ram my cock in him
easily and start pounding. His insides are pleasantly bruised,
judging by his screams. I realize I can’t really jack him off
while I’m focusing on fucking him, so I stop and undo his
handcuffs. He wanks to orgasm, and soon after I cum into his ass
he collapses in the shower where again I make him lick my feet
clean of his cum.  Eventually he gets the energy to stand and we
thoroughly wash each other over without a word. I let him take
off the clamps and the ball bondage, but keep the sock in his
mouth until the very end of the shower. Then we dry, dress and
randomly start talking about courses we’re doing at university
this semester, eager to break the awkward wall between our carnal
acts and our platonic friendship (at least that’s what it is to
me).

We hear the apartment door open, and Chris walks into the open
room to ask what’s up. Not much, of course, hating the small
talk. Playing video games. We’re grinning manically at the TV
screen. About an hour later Robert leaves, walking down the
street like he has a metal pole up his ass. He’ll be back.
