Chapter 2

At least four hands stroked and tugged and yanked on both my exposed and isolated parts. It felt great on my cock which swelled again. But the stretching of my tender balls bordered on too rough. At one point that person, be it a guy or a girl, grasped just the skin of my sack with two fingers and pulled it far down, as if trying to see how far it would go. To me it felt like six inches lower than normal.

She (I’m pretending it was a she because her fingers were so slender and she had long nails) repeated the stretching of my ball skin. Except she used just her teeth this time. It hurt kinda good, though I fretted that she might break skin with such a daring nip.

The other one in the box, drove her mouth up, impaling her throat on my cock. Again, I’m pretending it was a girl because her throat felt so small. It could have been a thin guy, but it also turns me on more to imagine a girl eating my dick up like that. Besides, about half the people in the club were women so it was equally likely.

The treatment I was getting from the two babes in the box was making the ass fucking worth it. I mean, it wasn’t painful like people say, and the slick pull out actually felt OK. Even good at times.

On the other hand, up front, the notion that a cock was in my mouth was disgusting. I couldn’t even see it. Was it ugly? And just how long was it?

What about the guy himself? I didn’t know if he was black or white, fat or slim, but his cock was fat and that made me wonder if fat cocks belonged to fat guys.

Then, oddly, I also started to wonder if the cock in my mouth was bigger than the one in my ass. How do you compare such a thing? What else should I have done? It’s not like I could participate.

Concentrating on the sensations both fore and aft I decided they were both average sized cocks. I was grateful for that.

And the girls in the box? Assuming they were here with their husbands they had to be pretty enough to attract a mate. I wished I could feel their breasts but I couldn’t even imagine a way that could be managed. In my mind they were subservient bitches who wouldn’t be allowed out of the box until they had taken good care of my cock.

And did they ever! The first impaled her own throat on my aching cock over and over while the second found new and interesting ways to massage a man’s nuts by the moment. She stretched and tugged them in ways no one has ever done before. At first she circled my balls with her thumb and forefinger, pulling hard enough to make me squirm. Then she separated my two nuts pulling on them independently of the other. Next she pulled my sack tight in opposite directions, I suppose forming a big skin triangle. After that she started twisting them, first around each other, then twisting each one independently. Lastly, my invisible torturess began a whole series of unique squeezes. In all my life I’d never dreamed balls could even do the things she made them do. Most of it was fearsome, none of it hurt so much I actually feared losing my balls. But all of it was as thrilling as a Halloween haunted house. The kind that’s supposed to be safe…

The guy sitting on my thighs had accelerated to a lightning speed, really pounding my ass. It never did rip me up, but I never would get to use my experience as ammunition to convince my wife that she had nothing to complain about either. At most it burned a little. Then he was done. Did I sense cum rushing through my insides? And was that a wet condom on my leg?

Just when I thought the man in silk was finished, he spread my buns and sucked his own cum out of my ass. Anyhow, it felt soothing and as long as it was his mouth on an ass and not mine on his I didn’t give a darn.

The “biker” suddenly grabbed me in a firmer vice like grip and jackrabbitted me. His cockhead hit my epiglottis repeatedly causing me to make obscene cocksucking noises like I’ve only ever heard in violent porn movies which is exactly what made me realize just how violently he was treating me. Next he wrapped his hands around my throat and palpated my neck as he thrust all the way in, holding still. Buried in my throat, he pulsed gobs of cum and I felt every throb as did he.

Below the two girls ramped up their aggressive handling of my equipment.

A new guy climbed aboard my thighs.

And without ever dropping my head where they held it aloft, the biker’s cock was replaced by a new one.

The one in back was thicker. Much thicker, and this was so easy to discern by the way it stretched my already loosened hole.

Up front my new tormentor was thicker too. I was now impaled on both ends by two very thick cocks. Did they somehow coordinate this? Was there a lineup, arranged by size? He jammed only a couple inches, really just the head, into my abused mouth, but the crowd grew silent. What did they know and how did they know it in the pitch black room?

With his fingers under my chin he wiggled about neither pushing forward nor pulling back, but prying my lips wider and wider with his cock. In the back someone yelled out, “Do it already.”

When he ‘did it’ his cock was unbelievably fat. My lips felt like they would tear, even though later upon inspection I saw that they had not. Even my jaw hurt from the intrusion and from his fingers digging into my jawbone. He bent low whispering, “You gotta help out or it’s not going in without scraping.”

So why did I help out? Opening my jaw as wide as I could he worked another inch of the seemingly baseball bat thick appendage into my mouth, stuffing it with his thumbs as it went.

Finally satisfied, he stopped trying to put more in. But addressing the gathering he said, “This is where only lots of tongue action will get me off.” They murmured appreciatively, as if fully understanding.

What else could I do? I tongued those few wide inches, circling the thick head. The things I could feel with my tongue… other senses really must get sharper. I clearly felt his cockhead’s ridge. And the frenulum was silky soft. I could even feel the dimensions of his piss-slit which split, allowing the tip of my tongue to explore ever so slightly. And when a dollop of precum leaked out, not only could I taste its sweetness, but I felt the extra lube it offered.

By now the girls were adding metal rings onto my balls one by one, and with each additional ring my orbs stretched a greater distance from my body. It felt exotic and pleasantly painful the way the rings tugged against my straining erection.

My ass also felt like it must tear. Likewise, upon later inspection I determined that it had not. The thick cock was being angled down, pushed by fingers also. I angled my ass to help it, driving my own dick further through the glory hole were that possible.

With a sigh he got it in me. He didn’t pry like the guy in front. Rather he rocked imperceptibly, gaining access in much the same way the minute hand on a clock travels. It was some time later when he laid his weight on my back in victorious celebration of being balls deep.

The girls both licked my balls, bathing them in soothing spit. The feeling of two tongues massaging one’s nuts is pretty incredible.

I bathed the head in my mouth too. Running all around it then learning to add suction. His cock was so responsive. It throbbed when I performed certain maneuvers and jerked for others.

A new person licked my toes which tickled unbearably. This was the true torture. And he, I assumed the course cat-like rough tongue belonged to a he – a slave even – well, I supposed some woman in a leather jumpsuit was forcing him to do it.

The guy in my ass never lifted his weight from me but he did start sawing in and out. His cock must have tapered since the stretching eased and intensified as he fucked me.

The group molested me for a long while before giving up their bodily fluids.

The cock in my mouth swelled, filling me up width-wise and opening my jaw hydraulically as it were. My teeth bit into his shaft yet he didn’t seem to mind. Then with wild shaking there was a flood. The deluge rivaled the world-wide flood. I swallowed frantically, yet truthfully, like in often told tall tales, it leaked out the corners of my mouth. At least once it shot out under pressure, hitting some lady who must have been kneeling with her face right there. I heard it splat on her skin and she squealed in delight. Was she his wife?

The timing was perfectly unreal. As the first guy came in my mouth the assman grunted, replacing slick lube with slick cum. His breath was hot and ragged on my shoulder and he mouthed my skin lustfully with his teeth.

Underneath, one of the gals ‘bit’ my scrotum hard. The pain was sharp and intense but faded quickly.

With a softening cock it was still hard for baseball-bat-man to extricate himself from my jaws. When it was finally free, his wife (?) licked his dick, and my lips, clean. My only thought was on how much cum there had been. Huge spatters fell out of my mouth resonating on what could only have been a concrete floor: fitting for a dungeon.

I reflected on the torrential rain of cum he’d showered my tongue with, exclaiming, “Wow! That was a real end-times Noah’s flood.”

There were disappointed groans from all around, revealing that at least ten persons were still in the room. “Are you sure you want to go? We were just getting started and the next guy is long and thin. Everybody likes how easy it is to take his pole right down to the root.”

“Yea,” some small-voiced lady begged, “You haven’t even licked any pussy yet.” Her tone changed to an enticing singing, “Mines all filled to the brim too.”

They sounded so friendly yet forlorn. I didn’t want to let them down, “OK, one more round. Then we’ll see…”

The whole crowd cheered and I felt like a hero. Apparently I had also stumbled upon the safeword and could leave anytime I wanted to. This changed everything.

A woman’s hand guided the next man’s cock to my lips. It was in fact long and was indeed easy to deep throat.

In the other room someone, be it lady or man, rimmed me for a good long time. ‘Her’ saliva was a balm to my punished anal ring.

Below they washed my cock and balls with warm cloths.

The long rod took slow strokes all the way down and all the back allowing me to suck greedily on the crown each time. Girls – how many? – kissed my face the whole time.

I was the center of everyone’s attention: the special sacrifice who was used and doted on simultaneously.

The long cock emptied its load deep in my stomach. Where else? It would be a shame not to do what few other cocks could.

A couple more guys rode my ass – none so thick as the second. At least one girl too. What she gained from rubbing her clit near my sperm-runny asshole I don’t know.

More slaves crawled in and out of the cabinet, inspecting my cock and balls with intense fascination. They all sucked me gently, ignoring my sore balls as if they knew my poor testicles had reached their limit of abuse.

Women’s cunts of all shapes, flavors, and scents were wheeled up to my mouth for me to clean out. And knowing I was licking out the cumloads of untold numbers of men made it that much better. I came two more times in two more mouths while servicing gushing pussies in the dark. It was quite satisfying.

When my inquisitors came at me in smaller numbers I guessed all who wanted my body and called me ‘fresh meat’ were done.

I invoked the safeword and was promptly let free of the pillory – both of them.

Gathering my clothes with shaky knees I spied a thick steel ring – a piercing – embedded in my scrotum between my balls. It seemed to be one thick solid ring though there must have been a break in the metal somewhere or how else did they get it on me?

Back at my hotel I inspected it and my whole body thoroughly. The piercing was the only thing out of place. It was way too thick to cut with wire cutters and I dared no stronger tool.

I decided to keep it as a momento. I had two days to come up with a good explanation for my wife.

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