Chapter 1: Introduction
I met 8inchMaster on a BDSM site. I had played some in the spanko scene, but never with a man, and never with more than one. He told me his friends would be there too, all experienced according to him.
I knocked nervously on the front door and he opened it almost immediately.
“You made it”, he greeted me with a smile, that made me more nervous than I already was. “Everyone, badBoyForSpankings is here”, he called over his shoulder and ushered me into the house. I could hear the excited talking behind him as I entered and tried to estimate how many there were. There were at least two men and perhaps a woman.
I followed him into the living room and was met by four faces looking eagerly towards me. There was a man and a woman sitting on the worn out sofa and two other men sitting in chairs. 8inchMaster made no introductions but rather led me to the middle of room by my arm.
“Hi, I’m Dave”, I said sheepishly. The group looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement and the man on the sofa gave me wanton smile from under his long beard.
“Introductions in a minute“, 8inchMaster said sternly. “First let’s get you ready”, he said more gently. “Strip off your clothes”, he ordered.
I looked nervously around the room at all the faces, careful not to make eye contact. I had never been naked in a room full of people and I could feel my hands shaking as I pulled off my shirt. I suddenly felt self conscious about my thin frame and lack of muscles and I felt more like a little boy than a man of 25. All the men were 10 or 20 years older than me and had at least a 100 pounds on me.
I kicked off my shoes and began unbuttoning my pants. They slid easily off my straight hips and pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood for a moment in just my white briefs. Despite my nervousness I was rock hard and the front of my underwear were blatantly tented. A wave of embarrassment welled in me as I felt everyone’s eyes on my bulge.
I could feel the anticipation in the room, and with an internal sigh I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my underwear and pulled them down quickly. I stood there bare and exposed in the middle of my five new acquaintances. The woman giggled and the bearded man whispered something to her. She laughed as her eyes wandered over me. “You’re cute”, she said with a smirk.
“Good boy”, 8inchMaster said. “Now get on your knees and I’ll introduce you”. I sunk to my knees on the threadbare rug. “So Dave, this is Sarah”, he said pointing towards the woman.
“Nice to meet you Dave”, she said. She was petite, but her arms were ripped and I had no doubt she could hold her own. Her hair was short and her smile was both warm and challenging at the same time.
8inchMaster continued, "Next to her is Ben." Ben nodded and I tried to return it with confidence, but my present state left me feeling anything but confident.
8inchMaster next gestured to the two men in the chairs. “This is Marcus and Tom”. I nodded to them.
“Nice to meet you, boy”, Marcus replied with an amused smirk.
“And I’m Brett”, 8inchMaster said. “Now, shall we get started? You look ready”, Brett grinned, his eyes glued to my erection. I blushed and looked down, feeling my cock twitch at the attention.
“Stand up, boy”, Brett commanded, and I complied, trying my best to keep my knees from shaking. “Come over here”, he gestured at a spot on the floor in front of his feet. I walked tentatively to him and he reached out quickly grabbing my balls. He squeezed them hard and I inhaled sharply against the sudden pain.
He began leading me around the room, bringing me in front of each person and providing me their title. Sarah was ‘Mistress’, Ben was ‘Master Ben’ and Marcus was ‘Master Marcus’, but Tom went by ‘Daddy’. “And you’ll address me as Sir”, Brett ended and released me. I nearly collapsed from the pain when he did. My balls felt like they were on fire, but I managed to keep standing. Brett seemed pleased with himself. "Now, let's add some rules," he said. "First, you don't come unless you're told to. Understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, Sir."
Brett smirked. "Good. Second, you address everyone by their title. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," I mumbled.
Marcus, who had been silent until then, spoke up. "And third, you do as your told."
"Yes, Master Marcus," I replied, my balls tingling.
“Good”, Brett remarked, “now let’s get started.” He turned to Sarah. “Seems Dave’s been a naughty boy, talking to strangers online. Would you like to show him what we do with bad boys?”
“Absolutely”, Sarah replied with a wicked grin. “Come here, boy.”
I shuffled towards her, my knees buckling slightly with each step. My mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and dread. She sat on the edge of the sofa and patted her thighs.
“Over my lap, now,” she ordered. I hesitated for a moment, then draped myself over her knees. Her hand was firm and confident as she rubbed my ass cheeks, assessing them. “Such a sweet little bottom,” she murmured. I felt a pang of embarrassment at the comment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the first smack.
It was hard and stung like a bitch. I squealed like a bitch and a round of laughs went around the room. “Really? We’re just warming up and you’re already squealing like a piglet.” Sarah chuckled, her hand rubbing the spot she had just struck. I braced myself for the next one. She smacked the same spot and I clenched my cheeks against the sting, but I didn’t make a sound.
My erect cock was pressed against her bare thigh and the friction was making it even harder. The sting of her hand against my bare ass and her skin rubbing my dick with each smack was causing a burn in my loins and I was afraid I could explode. Sarah took notice and slapped me sharply on the other cheek. “Don’t you dare come, boy,” she ordered. “Not until I tell you.” I gritted my teeth, trying to control my body's response. Sarah continued her assault on my ass, her strokes rhythmic and firm, each one making me gasp for breath.
She alternated cheeks but would then land four or five in the same spot, building the burn to an almost intolerable level, but I knew I had no desire to stop. My legs were kicking frantically and my body squirmed as her hand rained down on me. The room was filled with sounds of skin striking skin and my grunts and gasps.
“Good boy,” she cooed, rubbing my ass cheeks with both hands. “You’re taking it well.”
As she rubbed my flaming cheeks her hand slipped between them and I felt her finger circle my hole. I stiffened, not expecting the invasion. “Relax, boy,” Sarah whispered. I tried to relax as much as I could, but my body was still taut from the spanking. I felt her finger slowly push inside me and let out a gasp.
“A bit tight, but with practice...” Sarah trailed off, leaving the innuendo hanging in the air. I was mortified that this woman I had met 15 minutes ago was probing my most intimate area in front of a room full of strangers.
Sarah pushed her finger deeper into me, and I let out a low moan. The pain of the spanking and the invasion had mingled to create an intense sensation. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending alive and begging for more.
Sarah's finger moved inside me, exploring and stroking, as her other hand continued to rub my ass. I was a panting mess, my body shaking and my mind dizzy with sensation.
"Look at him, squirming like a worm on a hook," Marcus chuckled from his chair. "He's loving every minute of it."
“Indeed he is”, Sarah replied, smiling at Marcus.
Her finger stroked my prostate as her other hand continued to soothe my swollen ass. I was panting and moaning, deeply embarrassed to be so aroused in front of all these strangers. However, I found myself grinding against Sarah’s thighs. I was leaking like a faucet and I could feel my mess on my stomach.
“He’s close”, she said to Brett, and pulled her finger out. “Let’s plug him and go to who’s next”. I felt instantly empty and very exposed. Everyone was smiling, enjoying the amusement I was providing. I was their toy for the night and that thought sent a jolt of excitement to my groin.
Sarah pushed me up and I stood in the middle of my new friends with my ass throbbing and my cock dripping.
“What do you say?”, Sarah asked mockingly.
“Thank you, Mistress”, I replied.
“Good boy,” Sarah praised, running a hand through my hair. “Now, let’s get you plugged. Go pick one out”, she said gesturing to the dining room table. I shuffled over to the table, both my cheeks and my hole burning. On the table were an assortment of implements and toys. I found a smaller butt plug and shuffled back to my spot.
“Bend over, boy,” Sarah ordered. I obeyed, bracing my hands on my knees. I felt her fingers spreading my cheeks again, and then the cool lube against my hole. The plug slowly pushed into me and a fierce burning ripped through my core, as though I might split in half. I gasped and pushed against the plug. “Deep breath and relax”, she coached. I took a deep breath, allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion. The burning subsided, and I felt the plug settle inside me. Sarah patted my ass affectionately, “Good boy. You’re doing great.”
Brett nodded, seemingly pleased with my progress. “Alright, everyone, who’s next?”
Marcus raised his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’d like to have a go,” he said, his voice smooth and calculated. He made his way to the table and returned with a mean looking paddle. It had a short handle and a wide, flat surface, with small holes drilled in it. I had seen pictures of similar ones online, but to see it up close, to know it was about to be used on me, was terrifying.
Marcus settled into the chair Brett had been sitting in and spread his legs wide. “Come here, boy,” he commanded. I shuffled over to him, my plug shifting inside me with each step. I felt exposed and vulnerable, standing before this man who radiated an intense, almost predatory calm.
“Over my lap,” he ordered, patting his thighs. I complied, lowering myself onto his lap. He spread my cheeks and tapped the plug with the side of the paddle a few times. “Good. You keep that in, understood?”
“Yes”, I answered.
“Yes, what!?” Marcus said sternly and brought the paddle down on my tender backside. The impact sent a shockwave through my body, the sting heating my skin in an instant. I yelped, surprised by the intensity.
“Yes, Master Marcus”, I nearly shouted.
"Count them, boy," Marcus instructed, the rhythm of his strokes settling into a steady pattern. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"One," I gasped as the second blow landed.
"Two," I managed through gritted teeth as the third hit.
The paddle continued its assault, each strike leaving a burning rectangle across my ass. The pain built with each strike until I felt my eyes begin to water. I had never experienced anything this severe before. The plug was stretching me and the discomfort accompanied by the searing pain from the paddle was overwhelming.
I was screaming and pleading and I could feel tears on my cheeks, but Marcus was relentless. He gave me a few seconds between each swat to catch my breath, but the respite was short-lived. I was sure I was going to pass out from the pain.
"Eight... nine..." I managed to gasp out between screams. The final three blows came in rapid succession and I thought I would pass out. I wilted across his lap, gasping and panting, interspersed with some whimpers.
“Go stand in the corner, hands on your head”, Marcus commanded. I groaned, my body protesting the movement as I pushed myself off his lap. I went to rub my ass but Marcus reprimanded me immediately. “Hands on your head, boy. And no touching.”
I obliged, shuffling to the corner with my hands intertwined behind my head. I could feel the heat radiating off my ass, the plug shifting inside me with each movement. My body was shaking, half from the pain and half from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I stared straight ahead, tears still streaming down my face, trying to process the intensity of the experience.
“Who needs a drink”, Brett asked the room. I needed a drink, but I knew I wasn’t included. I was going to stand in this corner, sniffling, while they enjoyed the view. I had never been sent to the corner before and the embarrassment was more than I expected. I could feel them staring at my red, swollen and bruised ass and a flush ran up my neck and face. I was grateful for the corner that hid my tears and the fact that my cock was soft for the first time since I'd arrive. The sting had overshadowed my arousal and I was thankful for the brief respite from the overwhelming sensations.
I could hear the clinking of ice in glasses and the soft hum of conversation, but I kept my gaze fixed on the wall in front of me. The heat from my ass was beginning to subside, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat.
“Turn around boy”, I heard Brett say from behind me.
I quickly turned around to face everyone. My eyes were red, my cheeks tear stained and my dick was turtling into my foreskin. The paddling and the corner had shrunk it to nothing and I was overcome with humiliation. My hands were still on my head and I could see all eyes were on my missing cock.
Tom let out a low chuckle , "Looks like someone lost their dick."
I blushed even deeper, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across my face.
"It'll be back", Ben said with a raise of his eyebrow. "Won't it, boy?"
I nodded, unable to form words.
Brett smiled cruelly. He walked over to the table, his boots thudding ominously against the floor with each step. He picked up some sort of mat. It had raised dimples along its surface and he dropped it down in front of me. “Kneel”, he demanded. I hesitated for a split second, my mind still trying to process the scenario, but I dropped to my knees. Instantly I understood, as the dimpled mat bit bitterly into my knees.
Brett gripped my chin, tilting my head up. "Open up”. He deftly pulled his erect cock out of his pants and pointed it at my mouth. Obediently I opened my mouth and he thrust it in forcefully. I gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, my eyes watering up again. He was thick and long, hitting the back of my throat immediately. He pulled back slightly, stopping the gagging but filling my mouth completely. I tried to breathe through my nose but I still felt like was going to asphyxiate.
Brett held my head firmly and began thrusting my mouth forward and backward around his cock. He didn’t push it all the way down my throat, but I was still gagging and choking. Drool covered my chin and ran down my torso. My eyes were wet and running down my face and my dick was still hiding. I must have looked like a mess.
Brett continued to guide my mouth and I could taste the salty tang of his precum. He groaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, and his grip on my head tightened.
“Is he a good little cocksucker?” Marcus asked, his voice low and husky.
“Fucking right he is,” Ben chimed in with a gravelly voice.
“Such a pretty little mouth, all stretched around my cock,” Brett murmured, his thrusts becoming more forceful.
The plug in my ass shifted with each of his movements, a reminder of the pain that still lingered. I moaned around Brett's cock, the vibrations making him growl.
“Look those bruises. They’re coloring up nicely,” Sarah cooed, her voice soft but laced with an underlying cruelty. She reached out and squeezed one of my ass cheeks, making me wince and choke around Brett's cock.
“Mmm, look at him squirm,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the line where my ass met my thighs. I could feel the heat of her touch, even through the plug, and my cock twitched slightly in response. “Naughty boy,” she mewed, sliding her hand along my balls. I clenched at her touch and she giggled. She continued to stroke my sac and with her other pulled out the plug quickly. I let out a muffled grunt, distorted by Brett’s cock filling my mouth.
“Look, he’s gaping”, she said to Marcus and Tom, who both immediately came over to look. Sarah was holding my cheeks open while Tom and Marcus probed my open hole. Tom's thick finger circled my rim, teasing, while Marcus's finger plunged in deep, making me buck and choke on Brett's cock.
"Fuck, he's tight," Marcus groaned. "But I can stretch him out”. Marcus’s finger wriggled inside me, and I grunted against Brett’s cock. Marcus pulled out, letting me catch my breath for a second, before pushing back in, this time adding a second finger. I gasped at the burn, my body tensing against the intrusion.
“That’s it, boy, take it,” Sarah cooed, running her nails along my back. The sting of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I whimpered around Brett’s cock.
“Yeah, look at him, taking two fingers like a fucking slut,” Ben said, his voice a low rumble.
I whimpered around Brett's cock, the combined sensations overwhelming. My ass was on fire, my mouth was full, and my dick was throbbing with need. Sarah's fingers danced along my sac, sending electric shocks through my body.
While Marcus and Tom worked my ass I could feel Brett's cock swelling in my mouth. He started thrusting harder, fucking my face with abandon.
"Fuck, I'm close", he grunted. “Swallow it, you little cumslut.”
I couldn't respond with anything more than a muffled moan as Marcus pushed a third finger into my ass. The burn was intense, and I tried to push back against the invasion, but Marcus held me firmly in place.
"Open up, boy," Marcus commanded, as he pulled his fingers out. I felt a moment of relief, but it was short-lived as something much larger and thicker replaced them.
Marcus's cock was pushing into my hole, filling me completely. I let out a pained whimper around Brett's cock, the stretch intense and uncomfortable.
"Easy, boy," Marcus said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Just breathe."
I tried to breathe through the pain, my body trembling as Marcus slowly pushed himself deeper inside me. I could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it spread me open. The burn was intense but pleasurable. I felt used and humiliated in a glorious way.
Brett was still fucking my mouth, his cock now rock hard and throbbing. I could taste him and I felt the pulse and quiver of his shaft against my tongue. His balls slapped my chin, the coarse hair tickling my nose. I gagged again, my throat constricting around his girth. I wanted to breathe but he was choking off my air. I felt like I was drowning on his cock, when suddenly I felt the ropes of cum hit the back of my throat at 30 mph. I choked and gagged, tears streaming down my face as Brett held me tight, forcing me to swallow every last drop.
“Fuck yeah, you’re a good little cocksucker,” Brett groaned, finally pulling out of my mouth and giving my hair a rough pat. “Now, let’s see if that ass can take a pounding.”
Marcus had been slowly moving inside me, giving me time to adjust, but now he picked up the pace. His hips slammed into my sore ass with each thrust, the sound filling the room. Each time he bottomed out, I felt like he was touching my soul, the pain and pleasure blurring together into a single overwhelming sensation.
I knew he was close. I felt him tensing and his breathing was ragged. Then suddenly I felt his hot seed slam against my colon and fill my cavity. With a grunt he pulled out of me and I felt his cum dripping down my crack and onto my balls. He gave my ass a hard slap, leaving a stinging handprint.
“Nice work, boy,” Marcus said, patting my sweaty back. “You’re taking it like a fucking champ.”
I moaned, feeling both proud and degraded at the same time. I was a fucking mess, cum dripping from mouth and ass, my body aching and bruised. I had never felt so used and yet so alive. My body was a symphony of pain, pleasure, and humiliation, all playing in perfect harmony. I was eager for more, desperate to explore the limits of my endurance and the depths of my depravity.