“I thought you may have forgotten about me, boy”, Sir William said when I called him the other day.
It had been almost seven weeks since I last subjected myself to the treasures in his barn and I was craving a fourth visit. Sir William is an old school kind of guy, he does not regularly text. He’s the kind of man that you call and hope that he picks up.
He must have recognized my number when he answered.
“Sorry, Sir. I’ve been really busy with work. I could never forget about you.”
“Of course not. I leave a lasting mark on all of my boys, I make sure of it.”
Just then I visualized the after effects of the single tail which marked me up good.
“Yes Sir, you do.”
“So I take it you’re calling me for another session, boy?”
“Yes Sir”
“What do you have in mind, boy? What makes your cunt wet seeing that you’re practically dickless.”
“I don’t know, Sir. I like it all, I like submitting myself to you, Sir.”
“You crave it boy, don’t you?”
“Yes Sir”
“Did you say you take fists, boy?”
“Yes Sir”
“Mmmm, yeah, next time I’m gonna flog you within an inch of your life, fuck you till you’re pregnant with my baby, and fist you until your cunt can deliver it. You know what I’m sayin’ boy?”
“Yes Sir”, I was trembling at the thought.
“So when are you free, boy?”
“Tomorrow, Sir”
“Boy, what makes you think I have no life that I can just drop my plans to break you without notice? Huh?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, anytime you’re free.”
“That’s more like it, boy. Your availability depends on me, on when I feel like taking my precious time to work on you. You hear me, boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You get your ass over here on Wednesday after work. You can douche here. Goodbye, boy.”
I shuddered after Sir William abruptly hung up on me. I’d pissed him off and should have known when he asked me when I was free that it was a trick question. I fell for it and probably would pay the price on Wednesday.
My thoughts were consumed by images of myself in different scenarios in that barn…tied up, strung up, flogged, whipped, fucked, restrained, fisted…my imagination ran wild for days and I swear if my dick wasn’t caged I’d have rubbed myself raw.
But then I remembered what Jace always tells me, “Good boys stay locked. Good boys don’t stroke. Good boys don’t need their dick’s anymore.”, and the urge to take matters into my own hands so to speak, went away.
Finally, Wednesday arrived. I woke up full of energy and decided to do a little morning douche so I could wear a butt plug to work. I’d also put on a Cellblock black leather assless brief with red piping under my dress pants, under my dress shirt was a very tight fitting matching tank top that had a black raised fist under my dress shirt. I also wore my Mr. S Leather side combat boots to complete the look. In a backpack, I had my gas mask, poppers, and other special things in case I needed them, or if Sir William thought I needed them.
I decided to take the long walk to work so I could really feel that bulbous butt plug stretching out my fuck hole. By the time I sat at my desk my caged dick was leaking from all of the prostate stimulation.
Time dragged on. It was very difficult to get any work done. Even my cube mate wondered what the hell was wrong with me. He was always suspicious of me and my gay faggot lifestyle. I think on this day I must have sent off signals that I was in heat because he avoided me like the plague.
Finally, it was time to leave work. I walked quickly back to my place to grab my backpack and my car and made the thirty minute trek to the barn, listening to the Such FFun fisting podcast to get in the mood.
I rolled my car up to the big paved driveway and parked.
I walked up to the house with my backpack in tow. Sir William has never allowed me into his home and today wouldn’t change that.
As I was walking up the driveway, there he was, leash and collar in hand. He was wearing a chest harness and jeans, black boots, cigar dangling between his fingers. I remembered how Sir tapped his cigar ashes on my tongue the last time we’d played together.
“Drop the backpack. I have everything you need. Leave your work clothes here, boy. Strip for me, boy!”
I had to pull off my boots to remove the dress pants and I quickly unbuttoned my dress shirt and dropped everything on the pavement.
Sir William circled around me with a raised eyebrow. He took a puff of his cigar and blew the smoke in my direction.
“I see you dressed for the occasion, boy.”
“Yes Sir”
“What was that? Did I ask you to speak boy?”
I shook my head no.
“Stupid faggot! You spoke when I didn’t ask you to, and you didn’t when I did ask you to. Get over here!”
Sir William pointed to the ground in front of him.
I took a step and a half and stopped dead in my tracks when I was abruptly interrupted.
“Are you fucking dense, boy? On your hands and knees now and bring your sorry ass right here!”
The pavement wasn’t pleasant to my palms or knees, but I scurried in place quickly.
“On your knees, hands behind your head, mouth open!”
Sir William placed his lit cigar on my wet tongue and rubbed it out. It was agonizing, and a step up from taking just ashes. I tried not to flinch.
“Do you think you’ll remember only to speak when I prompt you next time, boy? Nod your head.”
I enthusiastically nodded that I’d learned my lesson.
Sir William held me by the chin and bent my head so my eyes were staring at his.
“Boy, I don’t have many rules. They are very simple really, and you being the brainless shit that are you couldn’t even follow them. So because you require it, I will tell you what they are so they are etched into that faggot brain of yours. You don’t ever speak unless I tell you to speak. Rule number two is you do whatever I tell you to do. That’s it. Nod your head if you understand and agree to my rules.”
I did.
“Stand up, dumbass, I want to get a good look at you.”
Sir William circled around me, pinching my chest over my tank top, squeezing my balls which made me rise to my tippy toes and exhale a small high pitched squeal and then a good smack on my ass.
“Unclench your ass, boy!”
I relaxed my sphincter, and when Sir William’s fingers made contact with the plug in my ass, he became incensed.
“What the fuck is in your ass, boy?”
I hesitated to speak, and my tongue was still feeling the effects of being burned.
A hard smack across the face woke me up.
“I asked you a question, boy! What is it?”
“A butt plug, Sir”, I said.
“Who do you think you are boy?”
“I’m sorry Sir”, I said not fully understanding the question.
“Since when do you decide on the day we make plans to place a toy in your pathetic ass? Huh boy?”
Sir’s voice was escalating quickly.
“I wanted to stretch it for you, Sir!”, I blurted hoping my answer would please him.
Another hard smack to my left cheek came. I really felt that one.
“You selfish cunt! You didn’t do it for me, you did it for yourself, if I wanted you to be plugged, I would have commanded you to do it. But I did not, did I boy?”
“No Sir”
“No Sir what?”
“No Sir, you didn’t tell me to put a butt plus up my ass, Sir!
“What do you think is the punishment for such a thing, boy?”
“I don’t know Sir”
“You’d better think of something if you wanna go to my barn, boy. Come on, what do you think you deserve?”
“I don’t know? A whipping, Sir?”
“A whipping…boy, you didn’t have to go so hard on yourself. I would have settled for something lighter, but since you suggested the whip, I’m happy to make it so.”
I gulped for what was to come.
“You know what, boy. Let’s not waste any more precious time out here. Let’s get you into the barn so I can whip you properly. Take off the top so you’ll feel the full effects of what I’m about to do to you.”
I pulled off the tank top and threw it in the pile of my things already on the ground.
Sir William secured his collar around my neck and then came the leash. I crawled behind him with the plug still buried in my butt. My knees were getting scraped.
Once inside, the leash was removed and hung on its usual hook.
Sir William had me standing in the dead center of the room.
“Bend over. Hands on your ankles.”
Without further ado, Sir William yanked that butt plug from my asshole which was now uncontrollably flapping in the wind. It was tossed to the side of the room. I was holding back tears as my ass was on fire from the rough dislodging of that plug.
“Stand up! Try to act like a man for a minute, boy! Hands behind your head, legs apart.”
Once I’d hit his preferred pose, I froze.
Sir William walked briskly to his wall of whips and selected an 8 foot cowhide bull whip and returned towards me.
“This thing is gonna hurt you boy. I used this on real bulls in my rodeo days, but also works well on submissive sluts like you. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna give you ten lashes. Your job is to keep your hands up behind your head and those feet planted on the floor. Do not move. Nod your head if you understand me, boy!”
I did, yes.
Sir stepped few strides back, the first lash hit my upper back like a bolt of lightning. I remembered the last time I moved my feet that mousetraps were set nearby them and I wasn’t wanting that to happen again so I was determined not to move. I willed myself to stay rooted to the floor.
The second hit the back of my thighs with such venom I closed my eyes and fell into darkness. I didn’t have time to think when the third lash struck my upper back and wrapped around my chest.
I reminded myself that I wanted this. I needed this. I was craving this. I rebounded from the darkness inside me and stepped into the light of the moment. I never felt more alive when four and five hit me.
“YES, Thank you Sir!”, I yelled from some deep place in my realm of consciousness.
“Oh there he is! The pain pig is alive and well I see! Stick that ass out, chest out! Five more boy!”
It was almost orgasmic when the next three came in rapid succession shoulder blades and slightly lower each time.
The last two stung my ass with such ferocity, I flinched and one foot betrayed me. It was a small step forward and apparently a step in the wrong direction.
My eyes opened wide when the whip struck the back of my ankles twice. It was supposed to be 10, not twelve.
“Don’t look surprised boy, your foot moved. You don’t think I didn’t see that? You can’t get over on me. Smarter boys than you have been in your spot and they’d tell you I don’t miss these things. You got me boy?”
“Yes Sir”
My body was stinging in all the places I’d been struck. It felt awesome. I wanted to thank Sir William for it, too, but I remembered rule number one, so I didn’t.
Sir William walked over to me, right in my personal space.
“Let’s have a closer look at ya”, he said.
Sir William stood behind me and his fingers latched onto my nipples and pinched them real hard while his head rested on my shoulder.
“You have great nips, boy. They are perfect for torturing, seems like you were born for this.”
More lulling and twisting, I twisted the temptation to move, to scream, or do anything other than to stay there and take it.
Then the unexpected punch to my jock covered balls ruined everything. I was bent over and reeling from his jab.
“Oh come on, boy! Stand up straight! You can do it, I know you can!”
Once I’d straightened up Sir William turned and kneed me in the nuts.
“What do you say boy?”
“Thank you, Sir”, I said about octaves higher than my usual register.
“We’re just warming up, boy. You just stay right there and don’t you move!”
Sir William returned with an ankle spreader which had my standing as wide apart as I could withstand. I was fighting for balance and my thighs were straining.
Sir flipped a switch and another bar descended from the ceiling. My neck collar was attached to the metal bar, my wrists too, and I was hanging in a giant “X”, unable to move an inch. Another flip of the switch and I was raised about three inches from the ground, and then I began to slowly rotate clockwise.
This was a new thing for me. I thought I’d be nervous or scared, but instead I was excited. When I imagined what my session with Sir William would be like, I never envisioned this.
Sir William stuck me with a heavy duty flogger across my chest. The flogger was coming at me wildly while I helplessly and slowly turned round and round like a slab of fresh meat. Chest, abs, thighs, back, ass, the ferocity and strength of his strokes landed with intention. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was enjoying it. I was loving it. I felt my body tensing, inviting that flogger to fall upon me, each and every smack to my flesh bringing me closer and closer to glory. My balls were tightening, I was edging. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was uncontrollably groaning and drooling. I was right there. And then…and then it stopped!
“NOOOOOOO!” I cried out!
The spinning stopped.
Sir William stood within an inch of me.
“Did I interrupt something boy?”, he whispered in my ear sensing my despair.
“No Sir.”, I said rather unconvincingly.
“Liar!”, followed by a knee to my groin.
“Owwwww FUCK!”, I screamed.
“Awww, did I ruin your orgasm?”
I sniffled a little, teetering on the edge of torture or turn on.
“No, no Sir!”, I insisted.
Sir William left me there, literally hanging, and returned with a small leather ball slapper. He pulled my jock down to my thighs and his hand wrapped around my nuts. The other hand bludgeoned my balls with the slapper until I was begging Sir for mercy.
“Please! Please Sir! Mercy! I’m sorry!” I’m so sorry!”, I was giggling for some reason, maybe nervous laughter.
“You find this funny, boy? You think you’re winning some kind of game here? You know I could bust your balls if I wanted to! Now try again, did I ruin your orgasm?”
“YES! YES! YES SIR!”, I admitted.
“Was that so hard, boy? I’m convinced your locked dick is impairing your brain!”
I was heaving now, the adrenaline and endorphins were draining and the reality of my predicament was setting in.
Sir William looked into my eyes and reached for my nipples again, twisting and turning them, never losing my gaze. It felt like he was looking into my soul.
“I think it’s time to fuck you now, boy.”
Sir William carefully released the neck brace, then my wrists, then my ankles and he helped me to stand up. My legs were shaking from the stress of stretching them so far.
He walked me over to a chair and then brought me a bottle of cold water.
“I’m not a monster, boy. I do enjoy testing limits, but I know when it’s time to end a scene. Drink this water and if you still want to continue, I would enjoy fucking you, and fisting you, too.”
I wanted to speak, but didn’t want to break Sir’s rules.
“Permission to speak, boy.”
“Sir, that was truly amazing. Thank you. Yes, I want to continue, please Sir”
“Good boy. I was hoping you’d say that. Hmmm, how should we do this? I’ve fucked you once on the bench, I’ve fucked you in the stocks, you think you can handle the sling? How are your legs?”
“Yes Sir. I can do it, please.”
“You sound too needy. You don’t need to say please. I’m going to fuck you one way or another. Finish that water and when you’re done, stand by the sling.”
Sir William left me alone and I could smell the cigar smoke again and some other noises. I tried not to think about what he was up to.
When I felt strong enough to stand, I walked to the base of the sling and waited.
A minute later, Sir William appeared naked, wearing a thick silver cocking. He pointed to the ground and I knelt at his feet.
“Open”, he commanded.
For the first time, I was tasting his nob. It was just about eight thick inches, fully hard, almost purple and throbbing angrily. I felt the heat of his erection in my warm mouth and covered it with lips.
“Boy, now is not the right time to be shy. Suck my cock!”
I opened my throat and swallowed it entirely to the base. Sir’s lightly covered hairy bull balls were smacking up against my chin and his trimmed graying bush was tickling my nose, I held my head down just to breath him in, to smell him, and the aroma was delicious.
Sir William took my head in his hands and began to slowly pump his dick in and out of my face.
“Get it nice and wet for your fuck hole, boy!”
I slobbered all over his tool and then he pulled me up from the floor and pushed me into the sling.
“Spread your legs boy! Show me that cunt hole!”
I held my legs back and displayed my hole. I felt it winking. It was wanting, craving dick meat all day long. My cunt was about to be fed.
Sir William lined his thick dick head right up to my assring and pressed just the tip inside. It felt magical to have him inside of me, his body invading mine. More inches followed and once he was all the way in, Sir William placed my feet into the stirrups, holding himself up by the poles on each side of him, and let his hard as brick dick weaponize my hole. Having Sir William inside me in this way was a far different way of delivering an impact. His cock was just as fierce as his whip. Yet, I wanted him to take me, to exert his dominance over me, to make me feel his masculinity, to make me feel his animalistic need to breed me, a willing hole.
Once he’d emptied his balls, he was sweaty and I could sense the tension he’d built up in his body had been relieved. There was a calmness to him, no longer on edge. As I laid back in that sling with a cummy, sloppy, hole, I was feeling so happy that I was able to do that for him, that my hole was a means to his climatic end.
But that moment of serenity didn’t last long.
“That’s how a real makes use of his dick, boy. You wouldn’t know anything about that.”
I recalled the many times Jace said something similar about how god made a mistake giving faggots like me testicles and even joked about castrating me since I wasn’t using or needing mine. I shuddered at the thought and Sir William noticed.
“Did I say something that made you uncomfortable, boy?”
“No Sir”
“Then what was that about?”
I knew if I didn’t tell him he’d likely do something to force it out of me.
“It’s just that Jace said god made a mistake giving me balls and that I should be castrated since I don’t use mine.”
“I don’t disagree, he seems like a smart man, boy.”
“He is, Sir”
“Well, you ready for my fists?”
“Yes Sir”
“Hold on, let me get some things.”
I wasn’t going anywhere.
About 10 minutes later, Sir William came back with a little side table that he set next to the sling. He had some bottles of poppers and a gas mask.
He also brought over a stool for him to sit on, some play pads and a couple of bottles of x-lube, and a small tube of another creamy-lotion like lube.
“I mixed you something special if you want it. It will really loosen your hole up good, but only if you want it.”
“Am I allowed to know what’s in it?”
“Nothing you haven’t done before from what you told me, but it might be a little milder since it’s mixed into the lube and not so concentrated.”
“Yes, ok.”
“No, I need you to say that you consent before I use it on you. Ok isn’t good enough.”
“Yes Sir. I consent.”
“Good boy! Now, just relax. Breathe deep for me while I get this hole nice and loosened up for some good fun.”
As Sir William placed his lubed fingers inside my slop hole, I felt the tingling sensation of those magical chemicals inside of me and knew that in a little more time I’d morph into an insatiable pig begging to be punched, doubled, and wrecked. But I wasn’t there just yet.
I grabbed one of the bottles of Iron Fist and took a couple of hits, raised my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes, just feeling the wonderful sensations Sir was bringing me as he’d now expanded ever so slowly to four fingers, twisting them clockwise and back, using them to pry my hole open.
More lube and more minutes passed when I felt his thumb fall under those four fingers.
To prep myself for his fist, I took that hit I needed and now with the chemicals really working their miracle, I adjusted my ass so I could take it.
“Ohhh yeah, pig boy, that hole is hungry. Look at you eating up my fingers. You ready boy?”
“Oh yeah, please Sir!”
Words cannot describe the elation I feel of the initial insertion of any fisting session, but when magnified with some help from my friend “Tina”, it heightens every nerve ending in my passage and I feel like I’m floating away and drifting towards a state of nirvana; added with the effects of Iron Fist , and truly it felt heavenly. Sir’s closed fist glided inside of me like a knife through soft butter, and like butter, that paw spread my cunt lips open and smoothed out the pathway for even more pleasure.
My eyes fluttered into the back of my head as I relaxed and fell into the sling, my legs spread wide open, my hole there for the taking. Sir William brought his fist back just edging to my entrance and pushed right back inside, a little more pressure, a little deeper.
Sir William was like an orchestra conductor, playing me and my pig cunt perfectly, moving to the beat in his head, rhythmically fucking my chute, keeping me well lubricated and on the brink of begging for more.
Sir William pulled his forearm all the way out and replaced it with his other forearm, then slowly, I was getting one fist followed by the other, Sir working me like a fist puppet, until I was groaning, “ohhhh yes…ohhhh….ohhhhh….please…ohhh yesss!”
Every time a fist entered me, I felt my dicklet try to grow erect, but it was stunted by my cage, not allowed, not permitted, not able to do what real when do. I felt like such a faggot.
“Please! Please Sir! Punch it out! Wreck me, Sir!”
I was too far gone to folllow rules, and honestly, I think Sir loved seeing me so desperate and hungry.
“Yeah boy? You want me to ruin your hole, boy?”
“Fuck! Yesss! Please!”, I begged as his forearm never left my gut.
“Yeah, I know what you need fag boy. I got what you need right here.”
Sir William produced a long and narrow toy that had a tapered tip and had connected nodules that were wider every couple of inches, about a foot long and widened at that base. It was thoroughly coated in xlube.
“Take a hit boy, a good long draw.”
I looked into Sir’s eyes as I brought the bottle up to my nose. I took two deep, deep, 15 second hits on each side and felt myself gooning and felt like my soul was disconnecting from reality.
Sir pried the narrow tip of the toy up next to his closed fist and slowly, very slowly, pushed his fist and the toy inside me at the very same time.
“Ohhhhh yeeeesss! I looove that stretch Siiirrr! Ohhhh yeeesss!”
I felt my loose hole gradually widening with every inch of insertion, never imagining it could be so pliable and so extremely pleasurable. Once Sir had fully inserted the toy inside me, he held it in tightly and took his fist back and a new round of punches followed, another glorious blow out that included bouts of me pissing myself, turning my jock into a urine sponge. The porous material seeped some of my golden fluid onto my abs and the warmth covered my pelvis.
In my madness, my fingers needed to touch it, to rub it on my chest and I even brought some to my lips and to my tongue and its tangy flavor consumed me.
“Damn boy, you’re on fire. You think you can take more?”
One thing about being high, at least for me, is that my cunt turns unappeasable. It takes on a life of its own and takes control of my brain.
“Yesssss oh god yessss!”, I
swinishly groaned.
I watched Sir William carefully dislodge his fist, leaving me only with this toy up my butt while he coated his two hands with lots of lube.
“You want the gas mask boy?”
I reached for it and placed it over my head. With just three or four breaths, I was lifting off and that’s when Sir William tested my limits, pressing his two closed fists on either side of that inserted toy.
I pulled the mask off just before I thought I’d pass out.
“Ohhhh fuuuccckk wow!” Was the last coherent thing I said before Sir pulled his right fist back and while holding onto the toy with his inserted hand, that right fist delivered a fierce blowout that once again had me spewing piss followed by a cum volcano. I experienced a full body, intense, orgasm like no other.
Once he’d slowly worked me down from that extreme high, Sir decided I’d had enough for one day. He brought a warm towel to my ass and cleaned me off.
Sir caressed my chest and allowed me to rest in the sling until I was ready to stand.
I’d been through it. Whipped, flogged, ball busted, fucked, bred, and ass stretched all in the span of about 4 hours.
Sir William helped me pull off my jock and led me to the shower making sure I wasn’t alone just yet. He’d also brought me some cold water.
After some time passed he determined I was in no state to drive myself home and invited me to sleep it off.
I’d no idea I agreed to spend the night in a tight fitting cage in his barn. At least he was kind enough to let me have a pillow and blanket even if I was sleeping naked on the uncomfortable metal.
He said something along these lines “dickless swine like me are never allowed in his home” before leaving me in the darkness.
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