The crack of the sleek riding crop blistered the silent darkness and echoed off the concrete walls as it hammered another violent battery on the hard, throbbing penis that was its target. The owner of the tortured cock made the only other sound detectable in the gloomy darkness, in the form of muffled grunts and cries; responses to the assault on his manhood that might otherwise have roused the dead if not for the fat dildo gag lodged in his mouth and down his throat, securely locked in place and preventing all but the primal sounds such as the kind coming from the bound, captive man.
The perpetrator of the pilloried man’s suffering was a tall, shapely and very cruel dominatrix. Her jet-black skin and voluptuous curves never ceased to make men drool, and she loved it. From the time she had grown into young womanhood, Julia was constantly barraged with the attention of men, many who, in their lusty zeal would offer to do anything to be with her. A variation of “Baby, you are so fine, I’d do anything to get next to you” was something she had heard on a daily basis. As she got older, through her college days, she began to wonder what it would be like to actually make these fellas live up to their claims. Soon, she had sexual fantasies about forcing men to do all kinds of things – unspeakable things – just to please her. She even began to fantasize about making men endure anything that she wanted to do to them just for her pleasure.
Julia Hicks had never really been conscious of her sadistic desires, but somehow, perhaps by some kind of erotic osmosis, she had, in a very short time, grown into a practicing, if not a lifestyle, dominatrix. By day she was a popular disc jockey (or “air talent” in the current jargon of the radio business) at the powerhouse Hip Hop station in town, shouting out props and keeping it real with her warm, engaging and witty banter. By night, she was Mistress Julia, a cruel, sometimes savage domina, with the only shouting out occurring when her victims weren’t quite so thoroughly gagged as the suffering supplicant now before her.
“I said that I wanted this piece of meat soft, bitch! I told you that if you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, control that thing of yours, I’d do it for you!” she scolded as another crack of her crop made contact with the bruised flesh of her slave’s cock.
“Do you remember what my orders were, huh?” Julia growled. “You were not to cum for two weeks, remember? Well, slut, it turns out that you were able to handle that assignment. I can tell when you are lying, and I can certainly tell when that dick of yours has been jerked off. I was proud when you came here today, knowing you had endured a fortnight of sexual tension and frustration at my request.”
Looking her captive right in the eyes, her face close enough to kiss, Julia continued. “I had planned a nice reward for you – a nice slow ass fuck with my new strap-on, with you being allowed to release all of that pent-up need as I maul your prostate. But you fucked up. You, slave, fucked the whole thing up. And do you know how?” she barked, “by showing up here with an erection! Damn, damn, damn, damn!”
With that she pulled away and slammed her crop once again on his battered manhood.
“I want it soft now. SOFT…NOW!”
Her suffering supplicant would have liked very much to see his cock go flaccid. He couldn’t understand why it was so hard, nor could beylikdüzü escort he plead for mercy, or even ask for a little reason from his tormentor. After all, everyone knows that cocks have lives of their own, he thought, often getting hard at the least opportune moments and, all too often for some men, not getting hard at the most opportune moments. All he knew is that he wanted to cum, and for that pleasure, he had to endure this indescribable torment if he was to remain a slave to his gorgeous mistress.
What Ethan Lewis didn’t know was that his raging hard-on was not just the product of his 14-day abstinence, but also one induced by the Viagra Mistress Julia had spiked in the mineral water she had offered poor Ethan twenty minutes earlier just prior to having him pilloried. Julia laughed at the thought of her cruel deception. “But what the fuck?” she thought, “this is my game and I make the rules.”
Tears were streaming down Ethan’s face as Mistress Julia turned her gaze to meet his just as she administered another violent – what would be the last, though Ethan couldn’t know that – to his suffering cock. “Looks like you can’t follow orders, slave,” she offered in an angry purr.” Too fucking bad for…”
As she looked down at her target once again, she saw its hardness seem to seep away as it meekly retreated – offering its surrender – into a state of small, humble softness, as if finally broken.
“My, my, bitch. It looks like a little bit of torture goes a long way. Maybe you are finally understanding some basic realities, as in you get hard when I say so, and you get soft when I say so. It’s really pretty simple. Now, maybe, I’ve got both of your heads on the same page.”
Stepping toward Ethan, Julia wiped a tear from his blotched cheek. Reaching down, her head barely touching his bruised meat – just a finger tip grazing the surface of his flaccid member – a wince of pain emanated through his gagged mouth. “Oh, baby, it hurts so much. I can only imagine. But now I want to give you your reward. So, Ethan, do you still want to cum, huh? Do you, whore?”
Ethan tried to nod, and managed to wiggle his head just a bit. Shaking tightly from side to side, Ethan was trying to signal his mistress that he’d rather wait for his reward. He was tired, beaten, bruised and so head-fucked that he just wanted to go home, or perhaps to the E.R. But Julia had turned away, not looking at all at Ethan’s response.
“Ethan, it was silly of me to ask you about letting you cum right now. Of course you want to, and I think I want you to as well. After all, little boy, you have earned it. However,” the beautiful, dark sadist said, as though the thought had just crossed her mind, “I wonder how you’re going to get any pleasure from your cock, you know, with it being so black and blue. Well, just the same, you handled the two weeks and took your punishment, so I say its time for you to enjoy a really nice release.”
Laughing cruelly, Julia untied Ethan from the wall, assisting his tired legs and walking him to a padded wooden sawhorse just to the left of where he had just been pummeled. She pushed Ethan so that his stomach was directly on top of the structure, then tied off his limbs so they were as wide apart as possible. Approaching his head, Julia took Ethan’s face in her hands and began extracting the cruel gag. “Oh, I know, bolu escort Ethan, how much you like having big cocks like that in your mouth, but you really can’t suck dick 24/7, can you?” she laughed. “While you work your jaw muscles back into place, Mistress is going to prepare your reward. I can only imagine how much pent-up fucking cum you’ve got backed up in those balls. I’m tired of wondering, so what do you say we find out, huh?”
In a move that was very unorthodox for “Mistress Julia,” but one she particularly enjoyed in her vanilla life, when a handsome record rep. or adoring fan tickled her fancy, and her clit, Julia got on her knees, wedged her head right to the spot where Ethan’s flaccid dick was now resting, and began to suck it. Ethan’s member was smaller than then those of the black studs she occasionally pleasured in this way (“God,” she thought, “I really like big dicks in my mouth,” though she could never say such a thing to one of her subs) but she purposefully wrapped her pouty, full lips around the bruised head and began to fellate Ethan.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan cried, with a vexing mixture of pain and pleasure confounding his libido. “Mistress, please don’t…it fucking hurts…it, oweee, geez, ahh…feels…oh, damn, nice, ouch, oooh, not like….” Ethan was lost as the pain of his flesh and the need in his loins engaged in something that felt to Ethan like mortal combat, and he wasn’t even sure which side he was on. Soon, under Julia’s expert ministrations, Ethan’s manhood was hard like steel.
“Think you can follow orders this time, slut?” Julia barked. “Unlike a bit ago, when you needed to get soft and stay that way, now I want you hard, and I want you to stay that way. Simple, don’t you think? Since you didn’t have a problem being hard before, I’m sure you’ll have no problem now staying erect for your Mistress Julia, will you, Ethan? For your sake, bitch, I hope not.”
With the sexually wiring in his head now a tangled-up mess, Ethan began to sob. Soon tears were streaming down his face and onto the floor while quiet pleas for mercy, release, SANITY, escaped his throat.
“Settle down, slut,” Julia snickered. “You want it bad, I know, and I’m gonna give it to you. And knowing how bad you want it, I’m gonna give it to you just the way you like it – brutal and hard with my new strap-on. I’m not going to show you how big it is, ‘cause I don’t want to hear any pleas about it being too big and all of that nonsense. I’ll even spare you all the details about what I’m gonna do. You, Ethan, my confused, anxious little whore, are going to take my cock up your sweet ass, and then you are gonna cum when I tell you too. That’s ‘cause I got mad love for you, baby. And damn your ass looks fine.”
All Ethan could hear was the sound of Julia’s preparations for fucking his ass. He waited nervously, trying to keep his cock hard. So far he was successful, perhaps, he thought, because the overload of testosterone was winning out over the pain. Then he felt a gentle hand touch his cock. “Still hard I see. Good boy,” he heard Julia say. He also felt her hands gently messaging his cock, with the now familiar mixture of intense pain and primal pleasure flooding his senses.
Then he felt it, as Julia forcefully pulled his ass checks wide apart. Ethan heard a low moan escape her lips, and then he felt the invasion. Julia, cruel as she could be, bursa escort knew she couldn’t just ram it in to Ethan, as is often described in some of the porn she had seen. But she did want him to feel it – this massive cock of hers – so she made sure that even as she proceeded judiciously, she maintained inward pressure; never pulling, always pushing.
“Baby, you got back,” she snickered as she forced her strap-on further inside her whimpering victim. Soon she was all the way in, her “balls” meeting his. As this happened, she started stroking his cock. Gently at first, then more demandingly, Julia soon had a rhythm established between her ass fucking and cock stroking, with the result being a slave lost on a dark, fantastic dreamscape of pain and pleasure. Ethan looked so lost – as if trying to comprehend a world he no longer knew – and Julia loved it.
“Ethan, you have been so good, even though I did have to give you some mild punishment. Next time, if you can’t control this cock of yours, I’m going to have to use some severe measures.” Julia laughed for a moment at her taunting. “Now, slave, see if you can control your cock as I have instructed.”
Giving Ethan’s battered dick several long, deliberate stokes, Julia told him that she was going to pump and stroke him ten more times. As the tenth simultaneous ass fuck/cock stroke occurred, he was to cum.
“Here we go, boy. It’s time for your reward.”
With that, the ebony goddess began a vicious assault on poor Ethan. “It’s all here for you, bitch. Take my cock and cum for me. Take my…damn…fucking big dick, uh..up your, shit…” Julia’s savage arousal was now beginning to peak. “Whore, Ethan, take this fucking huge…seven-n-n…oh, you damn, oh, wow…eight…m-m-m,, mmmother fucker. You had…nine…better cum for me…”
Quiet, still, then…
“YOU BITCH….TEN! As her final thrust hammered into him and her strong hand tugged insistently, rubbing over the sore head of his cock, Ethan hit the moment of crisis. At first he screamed. Then, as if even such a guttural cry as that was insufficient, Ethan opened his mouth wide, eyes agape like dark moons in his head, and some sort of silent scream escaped him just as his cock went off like some kind of alarm, in violent throbs, blasting out cum in amounts so big both he and Julia were awed, and almost scared.
Absorbed in his own orgasm, Ethan could scarcely have been aware that Julia had a raging climax. As Ethan was thrashing about, Julia was pounding into him, stroking him, and blasting off into her own glorious “O.”
Both dom and sub stayed locked to each other for a few minutes, each too weak to move. Finally, Julia moved, dismounted her slave, untied him and reclined in the plush leather sofa on the other side of Ethan.
“Baby, you are one fine bitch, you know that?” Julia whispered. “Get over here and lick my beautiful black pussy. And I hope you learned your lesson. That cock of yours had better be hard!”
As Ethan pulled himself onto his shaky legs and momentarily stretched his aching limbs, he saw his lovely mistress staring toward crotch, which was hidden by the top of the sawhorse. “Don’t fuck up, slut,” Julia cooed as she crossed her exquisite legs. Stepping gently to his left, so that he could fully present himself to his dominatrix, both Ethan and Julia took in the sight of the “hard” evidence that he had indeed learned his lesson.
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