Taking More than I can Handle Pt. 02

He disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open and close, heard a can top pop and then heard him walking back into the room.

I was still dizzy and exhausted from a mixture of the alcohol and my recent face fucking induced hypoxia. My throat was burning and sore and the tears still made my eyes blurry. He flicked on the overhead light and I immediately squinted and recoiled at the sudden ocular assault. "Rise and shine bitch boy, it's time for an after action report" he exuberantly exclaimed.

"What?" I said incredibly hoarsely.

"You know, it's a common phrase meaning we talk about what just happened and how we feel about it, so we can proceed more informed" he paused. "You made a silly decision to invite a stranger from the internet into your house, while intoxicated, to literally fuck your face"... he paused. "I could have literally murdered you and there's nothing you could have done about it. Don't you at least wanna figure out why you did that?" He looked at me, almost like a concerned parent, not angry, but disappointed.

Taking a sip from the Grapefruit Polar Seltzer from my fridge he continued "I don't know, maybe you just have poor instincts and you got lucky this time? Either way it was great for me, but how was it for you? Be honest!"

"Well," I exclaimed, Pausing to swallow as my throat still felt sticky and sore, "Most of it was very unpleasant, and there were times I considered that you could actually hurt me or worse, but yeah unfortunately I was already tied up by the time I thought of that. I was thinking more with my dick than my brain I guess".

"Oh, well that will happen" he said "especially when you're drunk, which is why I refused your offer of a refreshment when I arrived. But what I really want to know is "why?" Why did you want me to do that to you? You knew I was going to be rough on you... I told you I would fuck your face like you would fuck your ex wife's pussy, so that should have given you a clue that I wasn't going to be accepting a regular old blowjob".

"Yeah well the idea of it was hot to me" I replied.

"And the reality?" He asked.

"Well, like I said, the actual physical actions were quite uncomfortable, painful even. But at the end, when you finally came in my throat... I felt... I don't know... I guess I felt important. Needed. Useful."

"Like you had a purpose?" he queried.

"Not exactly. It's just that I've always been somewhat of a submissive, and being used in that way... actually being able to make someone else so blissfully satisfied... I've fantasized about that many times over the years."

"Interesting. So you've fantasized about being throat fucked before?"

"No, not exactly. I've fantasized about being used by another person, or a group of people for their express pleasure, in whatever ways they want... regardless of whether or not I end up enjoying it."

"Fascinating. So you're saying that in a way, you get pleasure from pleasuring others, even if it's not physically enjoyable for you?"

"I don't know, I guess so. I mean, one of my favorite things was when my wife would wake me up in the middle of the night because she couldn't sleep, and she would ask me to go down on her. I told her I would always do that for her, and that she didn't even need to ask, she should just climb on my face to wake me... which she did a couple times over the years, but she said usually she didn't feel that confident."

"So why did she leave you then? Did she find out you secretly like cock?"

"No actually, she was always aware that I was bisexual, and I agreed to be monogamous with her, but that's why we frequently did pegging, so I could honor that side of my sexuality. Unfortunately for us, she eventually realized SHE was gay, and so now she's dating another woman and I'm not mad at her, it's just... it is what it is" I said.

"Hmmm... that's rough. Sorry about that. Did you guys have kids?"

"Thankfully no... that would have made it so much harder" I said.

"Indeed" he said. "So anyway, back to your current predicament... You've just had your throat reamed out, and you've let me cum in you, so technically our deal is complete, so I'll untie you and let you go to the bathroom, or get a drink, or go to sleep, or whatever"

"Wait... so you're not going to fuck my ass?" I said, with a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"Umm, well... I absolutely will if you want me to, but you saw how I was with your throat... I assure you that I wouldn't be kinder to your ass... in fact, quite the opposite... asses can take abuse in ways the throat just physically can't."

"But you said you were goi.."

"Yeah I know what I said" he cut me off. "Heat of the moment shit... making people scared tenses them up and heightens the sensation for me. Fucking your ass without your express and enthusiastic consent would be rape, and I'm NOT a fucking rapist!" He assertively exclaimed. "I walk the line with the CNC play, but if you had actually said "stop" I would have... not that I gave you a ton of opportunities, but I did deliberately give you a couple chances to speak up."

"Well I don't know if I really could have after what you did to me."

"Bullshit!" He said "you absolutely could have if you were truly desperate, but you weren't. I have ZERO doubts that you were not enjoying most of it, but never did it get to the point where you breathlessly begged me to stop... at which point I disappointingly would have, but I would have immediately left after freeing you and we just never would have seen or spoken to each other again". He paused "I would have ghosted you online".

"Ouch" I exclaimed.

"Well if you truly felt so violated that you were begging me to stop, do you actually think that you would want to ever see me again?"

"Good point" I said "I guess not".

"Exactly" He exclaimed. "So, again I ask, do you want me to stay here and fuck your ass tonight? You can say no, that you need time and that's fine... we can meet again in the future if you decide you want that. Or" he paused "I can spend the night here with you making sure that you can't walk straight or sit down comfortably tomorrow. But if you do that, know that the same rules apply... once we start, that's your consent to whatever happens afterwards, and I don't leave, and you don't sleep until I've cum inside you at least once... otherwise we part ways, never to meet again. So this time, please think for a moment before you decide".

"Okay" I said "My head and my throat are really sore and I think I need to just shower and go to bed... I have work tomorrow".

"Sounds like you're making a smart choice this time. Good for you. Besides, I'm in early tomorrow and, much as I'd love to break you and hear you sobbing and whimpering while I decimate your innards, my job is pretty high pressure."

My cock began to twitch at the thought... "why am I like this?" I wondered. "Why does being hurt excite me?" I suddenly blurted out.

"Oh..." he paused. "It likely means you're a masochist."

"Masochist?" I said "I've heard of that before... it's someone who gets pleasure from pain right?"

"Yeah basically... there's more to it than that, but you can google that for yourself. I myself am a sadist, which basically means that I derive pleasure from inflicting pain and suffering on others... again, there's more to it than that but you can google that too if you want." He paused again "OR" he said with a smile "I can show you later. But now I have to go" he said, putting his right palm on the back of my neck and bringing my head in close for a quick kiss on the forehead. He then turned and started singing a parody of a song from the Little Mermaid as he walked out: "I could show you the world, shining shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess when did you last have you ass defiled?" He closed the door and began walking towards his car singing louder now so I could hear him through the door. "A WHOLE NEW HOLE, A DAZZLING PLACE I'M SOON TO GO. A GAG IN YOUR MOUTH SO YOU CAN'T TELL ME NO, OR PLEASE GO SLOW, AND SAY YOU'RE JUST A VIRGIN."

And then he got into his sleek black Audi and sped away. Dogs were barking in the background, likely from his impromptu concert at 11PM. My god I hoped the neighbors weren't listening.

My throat still quite sore, I decided the best course of action was to take a shower and get to bed. I went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and stood in front of the vanity, trying to look into the back of my throat. It appeared quite red, with little white sticky bits, still clinging to the back of it. I could still taste the slightly salty residue of his cum, which wasn't a super uncommon taste for me, having had my ex-wife ride my face often after I had cum inside of her so I could eat my cum back out of her.... Another way to honor my bisexual nature in a way that didn't violate my marriage vows. Thankfully, she usually got pretty into it, and thought it was hot that I wanted to continue to go down on her after Cumming inside of her.

I reached my hand into the shower and it had reached temperature, so I stepped in the shower and let the hot water run down my face, tilting my head down so that it could run over the back of my neck and down my back. It was at this moment that it finally fully hit me what had just happened, and I fell to the floor and began to sob. And this dear reader, is where our story began, with me, crying on the shower floor, with a throat and stomach full of another man's cum. But to be honest, I wasn't crying because of what he did to me. Again, he only fulfilled part of a fantasy that I had for decades. Granted, the reality was far different than the fantasy, as I had learned over the years is often the case, but I was crying simply because I realized fully in that moment, just how lucky I was that he had only wanted to gratify himself by inflicting pain on me. Again, I realized just how easy it would have been for him to seriously hurt me, when instead he just pleasured himself using my body, and didn't care about my enjoyment of his use... It was exactly what I wanted, NO, what I NEEDED, even if it didn't feel exactly as I had envisioned.

Amidst my crying, I found myself envisioning him, having stayed the night, having never untied me, and having used my ass, however he saw fit. My erection came back harder than before, and it was in this moment, laying on the shower floor, crying, with a rock hard erection, that I knew I actually wanted that giant cock buried inside of my ass.

I got out of the shower after jerking off and spraying a massive load onto my chest and face and shot him a quick message before climbing into bed. The message said simply.: " laying in the shower after what you did to me, thinking about how it was nothing like I envisioned, and yet I can't stop thinking about the things you are going to do to my asshole the next time we meet. I am yours to use, however you want, and you can consider this message my full and enthusiastic consent for you too use my ass however you wish next time."

A hit send, closed my laptop, turned off my lamp, and climbed into bed, falling asleep, almost immediately.

When I awoke, I got up and made coffee, but upon drinking it, I found my throat still too sore for hot beverages... OK I will get an iced coffee at Dunkin on the way to work. I got dressed and packed my lunch and then thought "maybe I should check my email before I go."

When I opened my computer and logged in there was a message from Dave. It said the following "glad you decided you want to take things to the next level. I'm free Thursday night, and I will be over around eight. Be freshly showered and cleaned out internally, and be prepared to have your limits pushed, expanded, and quite possibly completely broken. As with your throat, once I enter the house, you belong to me, and I will use you, however I want, as you have just given me permission, and I will not leave until I have cum in your ass, likely multiple times. You should expect my cock to be in your ass for several hours throughout the night, as I plan to take an injection into my cock before I arrive, which gives me a constant five hour long erection."

The message went on " I fully intend to not waste a minute of that time, so if you reply to this message in the affirmative, just know that I don't intend to hurt you, I intend to break you so that you can't ever forget me and mine is the only cock you will ever want again... unless of course, I invite friends along in the future, at which point, as my beta bitch, you will be required to happily service them as you have serviced me. Reply yes or no."

Upon reading his email, my dick became so hard that I had to take off my work clothes and jerk off again. Here he was saying he was going to anally torture me, but not only that, that in the future, he might invite others over to do so... THIS was one of my ultimate fantasies, to be taken by an entire group of horny men, and used for their pleasure for hours, while they took turns fucking me with absolutely no regard for my comfort or satisfaction. My satisfaction in those fantasies would come solely from my being a repository for load after load of cum, until they were completely satisfied. My response was succinct "yes, please, Sir". And I hit send, thereby signing my ass away to him.

I found it difficult to work at the office, everything that occurred seemed so benal in comparison to what I had just experienced the night before, and I couldn't wait to get home to check my private email. At lunchtime, I snuck away to the bathroom and used my phone to check my email... No response. Before the end of the workday, I again went to the bathroom to check my email. No response.

I went home and made dinner and found myself repeatedly, checking my email for a reply, but none came. I began to feel sad and lonely, wondering if he had decided that he didn't actually want to go through with this, but I reasoned that there was no reason for that, despite the fact that people get ghosted all the time. Again, I showered, checked my email, and with no response, I went to sleep.

When I woke up the next day (Wednesday) I immediately checked my email and there was a response from Dave. It said "OK, it is settled then. I own you now, and when I arrive, I you will be naked, prepped, and you will invite me in. Once I step through the door, I will collar you as a physical sign to both of us that you are mine. You will immediately drop to your knees and get me ready to fuck your ass. Don't worry, I will not be fucking your throat, as I imagine it will still be a little sore. I will give you at least a week before we do that again, but you will get me ready, and you will again crawl on your hands and knees to the bedroom where I will tie you to the bed, and proceed with whatever makes me happy in the moment."

I immediately shot back a response: "Thursday can't come soon enough and I can't wait to feel you deep inside me. I want your cum in my ass!" I was about to hit send when I remembered to write "SIR" at the end of it. I corrected my mistake and replied.

To my surprise, I got an almost immediate response. "Well, if you truly can't wait, I just had one of my shifts moved around, so I actually can come over tonight. I would tell you to be ready, but nothing that you could do will prepare you for how roughly you will be taken. If you don't at least regret your decision a little bit tomorrow morning when you go to bed, because you certainly won't be sleeping tonight, then I will be a little disappointed" it said, with a smiling devil face emoji at the end.

My erection grew so much that I don't think it has ever been that hard in my life, it was physically painful, and I had to immediately lay on the bed and jerk off to relieve myself. Immediately, I felt guilty, like I had broken some unspoken rule, whereby I was not allowed to pleasure myself physically, but he had not said that, so I reasoned this might be the only physically pleasurable experience about it.

Around 5 PM I made sure the house was immaculate, and I changed the bedding. And approximately 7 PM I took a shower and cleaned myself out internally, making sure that I did it until only clear liquid came out. I put on some relaxing music and tried to meditate, but my mind kept wandering to what I envisioned would be happening. Again, I became painfully erect, but forced myself to not jerk off this time. Maybe I would be lucky enough to be one of those few people who is able to have an orgasm from prostate simulation? Or maybe I would just jerk off while he fucked me, assuming he would allow it?

7:55: I heard a car pull up outside and peeking through the curtain. I saw the black Audi. He walked towards the door with a similar, but larger duffel bag this time. He stopped in front of the door and unzipped the bag, reached inside and knocked at the door. I opened it, and he smiled and said "again, so that I know you are enthusiastically consenting, I offer you this one chance to back out. If you do, I will give you up to one more chance in the future, but if you back out again, we will be done, no hard feelings. But if you do consent, you are knowledgeably and enthusiastically consenting to BDSM, rough sodomy, and being gagged so that you will have no ability to use a safe word, you realize that this will not allow you to ask me to stop the session once it begins, and you are consenting under these terms." It sounded very formal, legally binding almost?

I responded to him by saying "I did open the door naked as you asked, didn't I? Sir!"

"My mistake, I suppose you did, but I needed your verbal consent, regardless."

It was at this point I realized he had his cell phone in his other hand and appeared to be videoing me. " are you recording me?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I am only recording you consenting to what I plan to do to you, I would never record our actual sessions! This is a protection for me, because what we are going to do this evening is very on the line of what some people would consider "rape"... it isn't, because you are consenting to not have a safe word or ability to stop the session before it begins, and you are agreeing to engage in consensual non-consent play. So again I ask, do you consent under these terms?" He said, still recording.

" would you just get the fuck in here and put your dick in me? I'm standing here naked in my front door for the neighbors to see. Sir"

He stepped through the door, closed it behind him, turned to me, shut off the camera and immediately gave me a swift slap across the face. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again, understand?"

"Yes Sir" I mumbled, the sting on my left cheek still lingering. It wasn't a hard slap, clearly not meant to injure, just enough to assert a certain form of dominance. He put the cell phone into his pocket and reached into the duffel bag, pulling out a collar and dropping the bag to the floor. "Now step forward" he demanded. I did as instructed, and he placed the collar around my neck, making it tight enough to be constantly noticeable, but loose enough so that it did not restrict breathing or feel uncomfortable.

" now, as mentioned before, get on your knees and show me how much you want this" he said undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor exposing his huge erect cock.

I kneeled in front of him, grabbed the shaft, leaned forward and began to kiss and lick at the head. I began to take him deeper into my mouth, but I realized when I reached a certain point that my throat was still very sore from less than 48 hours ago, so I balled up my fist at the base of his cock as deep as was comfortable, and began to bob up and down, swirling my tongue around and giving him the best blow job I knew how. I guess it was obvious to him that I had not given very many blowjobs, because within a minute or two he said simply "that's enough, now crawl to the bed and get ready to be tied down.

I crawled across the kitchen floor and into the bedroom, where my perfectly made bed awaited. It was a four post type, which made it super easy for him to attach straps to. He made quick work of this, putting one at each corner, to my surprise after binding my two legs spread wide open he did not put my arms into the other two, instead he instructed me to put my face down against the bed and my ass up in the air.

He then instructed me to put my two hands in between my legs, at which point he bound them together, making a loop through the finished product and tying them to the baseboard of the bed, pulling my face into the mattress. He then used the two straps that I had initially thought were meant for my hands to wrap around my thighs and pull them forward so that I could not lay them down, forcing me to remain in a doggy style, or rather what felt like a frog pose.

Next he took another strap with more padding and wrapped it around my waist, and tied it back to the two rear posts so that it would keep me from being able to lower my stomach. Then he tied a piece of rope between my two outstretched ankles, which didn't make sense to me at first, but then, he reached in his bag and placed something cold against my testicles. It was a metal ring, and he gently tucked my testicles, one at a time, through the ring, tied a piece of what looked like para cord to it, and pulled back on it.

Immediately, I was struck with a certain amount of pain, and I lifted my head off the bed, but found myself immediately falling back forward, because of how tightly I was bound into position. Thankfully, some of the tension released when he was done tying that piece of string to the strap he had put between my two ankles.

"What is that for? I immediately asked.

"It's so when I'm pushing myself into you, you can't try to pull away too much, without ripping your own balls off. It means that no matter how hard I fuck you, if you try to escape it, you will end up, hurting yourself more than I am. Think of it as me training you to take the pain I'm giving you and accept that it's not as bad as it could be. I wasn't going to do that to you this time, but it's punishment for the way you spoke to me when I arrived."

" well, I wasn't expecting that. That seems like it could really...."

"Sssshhh" he cut me off. "No more talking for you" and with that he quickly placed the ball gag in my mouth and bound the strap behind my head. "like I said, if you don't have at least a little regret tomorrow, I don't feel like I will have done a good job."

And with that I saw him reach into the bag and remove something that looked like a syringe. I immediately panicked and tried to pull away a little bit, but the pain in my balls was immediate and I didn't get very far.

"Calm down" he said "it's not an actual needle. It's so I can inject lube into your ass so that I don't cause too much damage in there. Don't worry it's silicon based lube, so it lasts a long time, and I'm going to use a lot of it, because again I want to hurt you, but not actually injure you.... Much."

With that, I felt him insert the syringe like object into my rectum, and immediately felt a large dose of cold liquid being injected in me.

"OK" he said "are you ready to begin?" He paused and then said "of course you're not." answering himself. " Thankfully, I don't really care" he said with a laugh.

He climbed on the bed and positioned himself behind me, putting a little more lube on his cock, and drizzling it all over my ass crack, spilling it onto the bed. I felt him rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks, passing repeatedly over my hole. After a couple minutes of this teasing, I felt him slightly change position, line himself up, and with no pause or hesitation, he slowly pushed at my entrance until the head popped in. Then, without any hesitation, he pushed himself all the way into my ass, like one of those hydraulic press videos, where they are crushing a random object... Slow, but continuously until the object is destroyed... the object in this case being my asshole, and with it my masculinity.

By the time he bottomed out, it burned a little, and it felt deeply uncomfortable. Rarely had I taken a dildo this big, and never had I taken one this size without discomfort. Why had I thought a real cock would be any different? For some reason, I felt it would probably feel better, but apparently that was only emotionally, because the real thing didn't feel much different than any of the dildos I had taken before, except for the fact that it was noticeably longer.

Thankfully, he held in place, slowly grinding himself against me and moaning. "Are you sure you've been pegged a bunch of times before?" He asked "because this ass feels super tight." I might have to pace myself or I'll only last 20 minutes the first go around. But don't worry I can routinely go for 30 to 45 minutes on my second round, and sometimes over an hour for the third and consecutive rounds, and again, I took that injection right before coming over, so I figure you've got at least four solid hours of my cock being pretty much constantly in this ass."

And with that, he pulled himself almost completely out of me and then slammed himself back into me really hard. I tried to move forward on instinct, but the ring pulling on my balls hurts so bad that I immediately pushed back into him. " that's a good girl" he said, completely emasculating me. "If you keep pushing back on daddy's cock like that, it will hurt less for you. And then without giving me the option to do much of anything, he began savagely Jackhammering my ass, forcefully, pushing me away, causing the ring to repeatedly pull on my balls. The pain was worse than anything he had done to me the other night, and I nearly passed out.

After 5 to 10 minutes of vigorous jackhammering, he switched things up and began moving in and out slower, but grinding deeply into me each time he bottomed out. And after about another 20 to 25 minutes, which I was able to ascertain by looking at the clock on my nightstand, my only focus outside of the giant cock rearranging my insides, he finally grunted, grabbed my hips really hard and drove himself into me really hard a couple times before, pushing in fully; really pushing me away and making the metal ring pull hard on my balls before finally releasing a bunch of hot cum into my ass.

Tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably and I screamed into the ball gag from the pain in my balls, as he continued to press his full weight into me. But in addition to the pain, I could feel every twitch of his cock in me as it kept cumming and pulsing, continuing to deposit spurt after spurt of warm semen into my ass... a first for me, as nobody else had ever cum in my ass before. For this reason alone I knew I would never be able to forget this man or this moment. Finally he withdrew.

"Oh my fucking god" he said, " that was so good for me. How was it for you? Oh right, you can't talk. Well, that's ok, I don't really care anyway." He slapped my right ass cheek hard and stood up, went to the bathroom and took a long piss.

When he returned he stood at the foot of the bed staring at my gaping ass, cum beginning to leak out and he said "Not bad for round 1, but now I think it's time to really get in there and show you how much abuse an ass can actually take. If you're not crying uncontrollably by the end of this round I might have to take one of my not so little friends out of the bag and double penetrate that ass." He paused "maybe the stallion? No, that's probably too big for your first time" he said to himself. And with that he shrugged and climbed behind me on the bed again.

This time he took no time to warm up, lining up and driving himself into me fully within less than a second. Immediately he began roughly pounding me, somehow harder than anything he had done previously. My body was bouncing violently along the bed with each thrust, despite being tightly bound, and I really felt that I was going to blackout from the pain, not just in my balls, but also in my ass. He continued this pace for what felt like an impossible amount of time, but I couldn't really tell how long it actually was, because I could no longer focus on the clock with my head vibrating so much from his constant pounding. I closed my eyes and went inward, it was all I could do to escape the absolute overload on my senses.

Eventually he slowed his pace and it felt like he began trying to angle himself inside of me, probing, as if searching for something. Suddenly I felt a funny tingle in my bladder area that actually wasn't unpleasant. The burning that I had felt initially had fully subsided and now I found it rather almost pleasant, the massage he was giving my insides. But the pain in my balls still made it difficult to find enjoyment from the experience.

As if he were reading my mind, he pulled out briefly and suddenly untied and removed the ring from my balls. Sweet heavenly relief, though my balls definitely still ached from their previous affliction. "Am I not merciful?" He said with a laugh quoting a line from Gladiator, and then he delivered another swift but powerful slap to my right ass check that shocked me forward with a groan. "You've been punished enough for your insolence upon my arrival, but don't for a second think that that means the pain is over." And then he climbed back behind me, reinserted himself, and continued his slow grinding and probing.

This time, I was actually able to enjoy the sensation of his exploration of my rectum and I realized that what he had been doing was trying to locate my prostate. He hit it a couple times and I let out a brief feminine-like moan, like I had heard my ex wife make when I was massaging her clitoral sponge with the head of my cock. Now I knew what she felt... or at least what I assumed she felt. "Do you like that?" He asked. "It's ok, you can enjoy being ass fucked" he continued. "You're just not allowed to cum yet! If you cum before I tell you it's ok, I will put the ring back on your balls and double fuck you with my cock and one of my dildos at the same time, or maybe I'll put my fist up your ass and use you like a puppet!"

The thought of either of those things terrified me so I tried to focus on other things like the curtains, the stain on the rug from when I had spilled a glass of red wine on my 2nd wedding anniversary... the one where my ex and I took turns fucking each other's asses after getting way too drunk. But try as I might to ignore it, the internal rubbing of my prostate felt incredible. My cock began to stiffen and I felt an orgasm building.

Not wanting to be punished I began making noises and shaking my head. As if aware of what I was trying to say he reached beneath me, grabbing ahold of my erect cock and he started stroking it whilst simultaneously massaging my prostate with the head of his dick. "Don't you dare cum! I would really hate to have to bring you back to just pain and suffering" he said with a sarcastically humorous tone. And with that, he began stroking my cock faster.

I could feel my orgasm building, and the thought terrified me. I definitely did not want to have two giant cocks in my ass, let alone a large male fist. I tried to think of anything that would be unpleasant or gross enough to derail me from having an orgasm. I thought about dead whales rotting on the beach. Garbage covered in maggots,, I even tried thinking of war and genocide, but try as I might, between his steady pounding on my prostate, and stroking my cock, I kept getting closer.

I started furiously, shaking my head, as if to say "no, please don't make me cum" but he paid no attention to my pleas, and actually began a more vigorous assault on my prostate. And just like that, I exploded all over the duvet beneath me. My whole body shuddered and convulsed, as it was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had and I found it difficult to regulate my breathing with the ball gag in. I would have collapsed completely against the bed, but I was bound so tight that this was not possible.

He removed his hand from me, my cum staining the side of his palm, and he unaffectionate wiped it on the side of my face. He looked down at me and said "well, I guess you don't take orders very well, so I am going to have to train you better. But if it's any consolation, I wanted you to fail. It makes it a whole lot easier for me to justify what I'm about to do to you next", and with that he stepped off the bed and began rummaging through the duffel bag.

He began pulling out all sorts of things and placing them on the bed next to me. Dildos and plugs of various sizes, whips and floggers, including a horse riding crop. And then, as if he had finally found what he was looking for, he pulled out a rather long double ended dildo. It looks like it was roughly 14 - 16 inches long, and of average thickness, but on one end it had a rather large fist. He climbed on the bed in front of me, his big cock waggling in front of my face. He rubbed it up against me, circling my lips with his pre-cum covered urethral opening... this was the same cock that had just spent the better part of an hour buried deeply in my ass, hammering my prostate, and here he was rubbing it all over my face. At least I did a good job cleaning myself out I thought. And then he looked down at me and said " despite my disappointment at your failure to follow instructions, I am going to give you a couple options. After you hear, both of them, you will have to pick one. Nod your head up and down for the first option, or shake your head side to side for the second option. There is no third option."

He then slapped his cock against the side of one cheek, moved it to the other side and slapped it against that cheek and said "OK, first option. I take the ball gag out, keeping you in this position, and I pound the fuck out of your face until I cum down the back of your throat again." He paused. "Or I take this double dildo and fuck your ass with it for a few minutes to loosen you up, and then shove my cock in there with it and really open up that asshole. Either option you choose, no matter how much you cry or squeal, I will be doing it until I cum, and you can't change your mind once you choose. So which is it, nod your head for your second brutal throatpie this week, or shake your head no for your first double anal?"

I really did not like either of these options, and I wanted to remove the gag and tell him that I didn't want either of those options, but I thought if I got him to remove the ball gag, with how I was tied up, he might just decide to do it anyway, and he might just decide to do both to spite me if I tried to get out of it, so I really wasn't sure what to do when I heard him bark "either you choose right now, or I will choose for you!" I didn't want him to choose and so instinctually, since there was a ball gag in my mouth, I shook my head no, meaning I don't want you to choose, but he then said "OK great, double anal it is... I was hoping you would choose that!" I shook my head more, to which he replied "yeah, I got it babe. I already know what you want. 2 cocks in your ass!" and he gently patted me on the side of the face with his right hand and stepped off of the bed.

A moment later he appeared behind me, and I felt more lube being applied to my ass with the injector. I didn't want this, but thankfully, at least he was going to use more lube before putting two cocks in my ass. Suddenly, I felt the dildo get pressed into me. It didn't really hurt, as it was roughly the same size as his cock, but soon he was pushing it into me quite far, which was incredibly uncomfortable. I don't know how far he had it in me, but, it felt like he was pushing the whole thing up my Ass! I guessed that the only thing keeping it from being entirely buried in my ass was that giant fist on the far end, and before long, he was literally reaming my hole with the dildo, moving it in and out really fast. The pain of him hitting the back of my colon, and pushing through it was incredible, it felt like I was being stabbed internally, but thankfully, this didn't last long before I got somewhat used to it and he pulled it back to a shallower depth, but that's when I felt it, he positioned himself behind me again and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my external sphincter ring that was already being stretched by the dildo.

It wasn't easy for him to get himself inside of me, I felt him pressing and sliding around next to the dildo, trying to find purchase with my outer sphincter, but then, through a mixture of persistence and my inability to move, the head finally popped in. The burning sensation that immediately ensued was incredible. It hurt so much that tears immediately welled up in my eyes, and I loudly screamed into the ball gag, pushing forward as far as I could, but given my binds, that was maybe a few inches at best.

He laughed at my pain and I felt him follow me forward, pushing deeper and deeper in until it felt like he was splitting me in two. "You're not going anywhere" he said, and Eventually, I felt what must be the hand on the end of the double dildo pressing against my ass cheeks, and I assume his pelvis was pressing against the hand, meaning he couldn't put his whole cock in me, thankfully, but between his cock and the dildo that had to be at least 12 inches into my ass, I was hyperventilating and now crying uncontrollably. I began to make noises like I had heard people make in movies when they are actually being tortured, but what else could I do? I couldn't move and the Pain was like nothing I had ever experienced. And then, to my horror, he actually started fucking me.

At first, it was slow, but soon he was moving in and out at a pretty good pace. The burning started to subside a little bit, but I don't know if that's because it actually went away, or if I was dissociating like a gazelle that had given up after being caught by a lion, accepting its fate. Harder and harder, he began to fuck, tearing my ass apart. All I could do was cry, and so I cried. And not just any cry, ugly crying. The kind of crying that you do, when someone you love has died, or you know you have made a serious irrevocable mistake. Clearly, I was in the second situation, having made a serious mistake of allowing a gay sadist into my home to tie me up and sodomize me however, he saw fit. And indeed he was. Any reasonable person would understand that this was not fun for another human, but even though I wasn't enjoying it, I had enthusiastically consented to this. I knew it was going to happen, and still I stared at a video camera and told anyone who would ever care that I knew something like this could happen, and I gave my permission for it. What a fucking idiot I was, I thought.

I don't know how long this rough double penetration assault on my ass lasted, but it had to have been at least a solid half an hour, before I finally felt him slow down. Again he was probing, and then, I felt it. He began purposefully, hitting my prostate again, and despite being bound and stretched open like a thanksgiving turkey it actually began to feel good again. True, my ass was still very sore, but now I begin to feel another orgasm building inside of me, only this time he was not playing with my cock.

He resumed this inward massage, for quite some time, and to my surprise, I had stopped crying, and again began moaning. "oooh looks like somebody has finally realized that daddy's not all mean. He's tortured you enough, and now he's going to allow you to cum, but this time he's not going to touch your cock, so you are only allowed to cum if you can do so like the proper bitch you are, solely from taking a cock up your ass." and with that he slightly picked up the pace, but somehow continuously ramming into my prostate with every thrust.

It took quite a while, with me getting close, and then things backing off a little bit, but he seemed to intuitively know that this would happen, either that or he was just enjoying the experience regardless, and he stayed consistent in his pace. Eventually, we both knew it was coming. My moans became more frequent and my breathing ragged, my eyes closed and drool pooled out around the gag, dripping down my chin. Then he really began to pick up the pace and the intensity with which he was pummeling my prostate. And suddenly he gripped my hips hard, and I heard him grunt, violently thrusting himself in to me multiple times before depositing his seed in me again with a loud "aaaaahhhh". Only this time, at nearly the exact same moment he started filling my ass with cum again, I had what was possibly the most mind bending orgasm I had ever had, and I nearly passed out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my whole body tremmoring and convulsing like a stroke victim. And through it all, he held firm, pressing his cock into my broken hole, until I collapsed as much as I could onto the bed.

And there I was, tied to a bed with two giant cocks still in my ass, which was now completely filled with hot sticky cum, and I had just had the greatest orgasm of my life.

"Way to go stretch ass strong, you were gripping my cock like a vice... I almost had a fucking double orgasm!" And with that, he licked the sweat from between my shoulder blades and pulled both himself and the dildo out of me. He looked down at his work and said "yup, you're definitely going to need a couple days of R&R before you do anything like that again... that hole is fucking ruined baby!" He cheered himself on.

I felt the cum beginning to leak out of me and then another unexpected thing. He quickly pushed a rather large butt plug into my ass and taped it in by putting several strips of duct tape across my ass. "You fucking earned that cum... wouldn't want any of it to escape would you?" He said vigorously slapping my ass on both sides several times as if to cure the tape.

And as I lay there exhausted and broken, no longer phased by any physical sensations, I thought to myself "no, actually I wouldn't" and then I closed my eyes and immediately crashed hard like after having used one of my epi pens for a severe allergic reaction.