Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2017 15:07:06 +0100 From: Adam Bakar Subject: Kinkfest 4: Sunday Part 2 This is a work of fiction. Taking a break from my non-fiction. Do practice safe sex. As always, feedback and thoughts welcomed. All rights reserved. Please do not copy, use or distribute this story without my permission. Nifty.org need your support. Donate if you can. SUNDAY - Part 2 First stop: posture training. Blond stud chose an anal hook - inserted into my cunt. Hook attached to spider gag, tied taut. Resultant posture forced my arse out, aligned my throat. More access. Testament to Blond stud's subtle cognisance of human anatomy. Champion dom. He reattached the leash from my collar to my stretched balls and led me by it. Next: tit stall. Blond stud pointed to a thin but long pump, the attendant complied. Grimaced as the clamps went off. Pumped longer, banded tighter, tits protruded further. Enough real estate for 3 clamps. My hard cock convulsed uncontrollably throughout the procedure. Didn't escape Blond stud's eagle eye. He fished my socks and found my bag of e. Popped one in me. No cumming for me anytime soon. Attendant reattached dogtag and titchain, complemented with a pair of vibrating nipple clamps, silently hummed away. Back onto the street. I struggled to keep up with my dom as we weaved through the heaving crowd, bigger and denser now. Every brush to my over-sensitised tits send me into a buckling spasm. Arrived at another clearing. Several doms herding slaves on a massive raised stage. Slave auction. As the last e hit, sensory perception heightened, I got edgy. Panicked. Was he getting rid of me? He led me to the side, past a long queue of subs waiting to be auctioned off, converted to slaves. Flooding the market for doms. Proceeds to charity. Past a holding pen, area for doms to `test drive' slaves before bidding, next to another area where masters swapped their slaves. Relieved when Blond stud led me onwards to a dedicated range. `Rid your property of its gag reflex here', the big sign screamed. Blond stud signed me up. Dom-in-charge stationed me amongst other subs and slaves. Knee pads on. Lucky. Some of my fellow suckers weren't allowed any. Facing us were series of turgid cocks, in ascending girth and length, labelled accordingly. Viagra, on request, available to owners of these cocks. Poppers for the suckers. Spider gag already in place, I lunged for the smallest, and worked my way up until I gagged at `Above Average'. A dom-trainer came to coached me. `Open your throat, swallow gradually, breathe slowly through your nose.' Easier said than done. Thank fuck for e. Suppressed `fight or flight' reflex. Accommodated the girth first, then tackled the length. Few in-out motion. Hocked up as much spit I could muster. Progressively got the hang of it. Few suckers weren't so successful, punished with whips. Throat felt raw, then numb, forcibly relaxed, steadily widened. Cock disappeared in me, all of it. Held as long as I could. Nose buried deep in sweat-drenched pubes, heavy musk filled my nostrils. Roused and spurred me. Reward. Old hat at surrendering my throat for aggro raping, but now hooked on actively servicing a sizeable pole. Absolutely hooked. Gag tempered, reward identified. Now free to pleasure the cock. Tongue wriggled in my cramped mouth, massaging the shaft, lapping up prized precum. Tangy taste of knobcheese was a rare bonus, whipped me to a sucking frenzy. Next cock up spotted a segment ring PA that got caught on my uvula, literally hooked it. Got too greedy there, hoovered the thick shaft too quickly. Swirled the cockhead a few times to release my throat. Progressed to `Donkey', but stumbled at `Horse Hung'. Girth too wide for my mouth, though not my throat. Blond stud called time and extracted me from the training. Shame, was intent to make horse hung fit. He marched me back through the festival. Devoid of cock in mouth, tit constantly vibrated, cunt partially stuffed, e soaring high. Got trippy. All I could focus on, all I could see, was cock. Humped my arse on soft ones, manoeuvred my cunt on hard ones. Pissed Blond stud off. He yanked the leash and seized my throat, then tightened his grip. The gesture said it all. Attempted to behave myself - yet hunger and temptations were too great. An uphill task in absence of inhibition, topped with stimulated tits. Rendezvous with Lean defined stud (Lds), who proffered a solution. He poured a tiny amount of liquid into a glass, topped it up with cola, then offered it to me. GHB? I was thirsty, yes, but for cock and cum. I looked to Blond stud. He pulled the leash firmly, and I obeyed. Downed it in one go. Lds then pointed to my hard cock, dripping strings of precum, cloudier than usual. "Ready to blow," he remarked, and produced a cock cage. Various method employed to soften my erection. Ice cubes did fuck all. Lds got impatient and landed a calculated kick on my balls. That did the trick. He handed the key to Blond stud. "He'll find you when he's ready," he claimed sagaciously, "to fully submit." Blond stud understood the method instantly. I was too preoccupied with my own lust to fathom it. He unclipped the leash and left me a free sub. * GHB kicked in super early, picking up and jostled with e high. It was a different experience, more vivid, took my horn to another level. So horny that I was soliciting cocks, more and more of it. Fuck me, I pled. Use my arse. Hard. So hard that I want to hear my tit bells jingle. Unbridled lust and the pharma joyride reduced me to an insatiable beast, devoid of cognition. Some heeded the clarion call. Few rewarded me with cum. Yet it was insufficient. Brutal lull in fucking reduced me to sucking cocks while their owners ignored me and chatted amongst themselves. Crawled under crowded picnic table to service cocks, but none interested with my cunt. Changed tack. Whored my way haphazardly through the throng of crowd, down the street, peddling my wares. Paraded the tally marks on my arse, piqued some interests. Few added their dna, content in verbally reaffirming the cockwhore cumdump I was. Hung around my trusty haunt the tit booth. Chest out and made a spectacle of my souped up tits. Few obligatory flicks and tugs, but zilch interest. As if hung out to dry. Truth was nobody wanted to be associated with an eye-rolling, sweat-breaking, drugged-up nympho on the verge of an epileptic fit. Or overdose. Accomplished epiphany considering my state. Wallow and I sink. This was KinkFest after all, everything for everyone. And I wanted to swim. In cocks and cum preferably. Chanced upon clusters of leather chairs, graced with brawny hairy daddy types with dime-sized nips, chaps and peaked caps, sweats and armpits. Cigars. Goldmine if I could be of service. A couple of them owned slaves. Another sub served as human pouffe. A hooded slave danced erroneously on a pedestal, chained to a pole. Bouncer at entrance selected choicest subs and slaves. Criteria: willing cum receptacle, unquestioning submission, and a tit fetish. This the den of hard doms. Planned to play it cool, but brazenly strut to the head of the queue. Presented my tits, caged cock and marked arse. Sink or swim. Firm tugs on my tit chain and probing fingers in my cunt, then the velvet rope lifted. I wanted cocks, and I had the balls for it. Or GHB and a couple of e. Joined the hooded slave in the middle, and titillated away. Cummy cunt and souped-up tits flaunted. Clocked a few unoccupied cocks, chose couple of the biggest. Crawled to one, a daddy bear fingering a petite Latin slave. Rejected. Pushed my face away with his heavy boots. Moved to the other, a younger less hairy dom with rugby build and handlebar moustache. Approached with caution. Maintained distance, turned 180 and presented arse. Took his time, as absolute doms do, before he bade me nearer. Intuitively licked his boots, head down and arse up. A horsewhip appeared and he started on my exposed arse. A thorough whipping, equally on both cheeks, calculated and merciless. Weathered anything for a slice of the bitchmaker that hung between his legs. Cheeks primed, precise whips landed on my cunt, pushed anal hook deeper. Jerked me from bootlicking reverie. Pain, yes, but in a curiously arousing way. Cunt sufficiently punished, Rugby dom placed the sole of his boots on my face and pushed it away. Fuck!! Licked his boot's sole, resolved not to be rejected, but pushed away again. Looked up to him and understood why: a twinky otter straddled him, face buried in his furry chest. Could move on, but 2 rejections sent the wrong signal to other doms. Hovered at the periphery, determined on this one. Twinky otter aligned his cunt, attempted Rugby dom's cock, but struggled. Several false starts and stale farts later, Rugby dom grew impatient, frustrated, and threw twinky otter off. No place for weaklings in this den. Take it, or leg it. My opening. Spider gag in place, game face on. Jingled my tit bells, caught Rugby dom's attention. Moved in for the kill, put on a show. Clenched and gape a few times, exhibited my cunt's potential. Felched out few precious drops of deposited cum. Precious. Rugby dom played it cool, lit a cigar, but finally beckoned me over. Would've dove into the furry stud, but knelt between his legs, presented myself. He appraised my caged cock with the toes of his boots, and approved of it. Kicked my abs, tested my threshold, passed. Pulled my titchain with his boots, amused by the jingling bells. Probed my mouth with his horsewhip, shoved it down my throat, as far as it could go. Recalled my throat-training, coughed but didn't budge. He grabbed my hair then shoved his bitchmaker in. Reward. Its girth dominated my mouth, understood twinky otter's failure. Its length stretched my throat. But the real treat was the heady superior musk of his bush. 40% sweat, 60% testosterone. Fuck me it was better than poppers. Skullfucked myself on his musty pole, clobbered my throat raw. Tears streamed my cheeks. Rugby dom approved, pulled the anal hook closer to him, my body followed. Swallowed bitchmaker with 2 inches to spare, retched and spluttered. As far as my throat could open. Or so I thought. Horsewhip on my cunt again, commanding me to take it all. Managed another half inch. Whipping intensified, paused only for an anonymous boot that pushed me further down, albeit another half an inch. Couldn't have that, could they? Boot replaced by a bent cock that stuffed my cunt and nailed me down the remaining inch. Now we're talking. Tit vibrators picked up on new rear pounding. Circle was complete. Cunt-throat-tit holy trinity. Fuck I love a good spitroast. Retched? Convulsed? Of course I did, a little. Didn't struggle though. Anonymous bent cock bred me, anal hook secured his seed in. Boot kicked my cunt twice. `Stay put' was the message. Unnecessary, as immobilised by Rugby dom's musk, but my slavecunt deserved it. Must've proved my worth, as Rugby dom pried me away from his bitchmaker. Grabbed titchain, pulled me closer, then toyed my protruded tit. Flick, twist, pinch, pull - nothing I can't handle. More! Not until the cigar replaced his fingers. Fuuuuuucccckkkkk that hurts! The cranked up heat as lit embers neared, seared my tits then burned them when contact made. Flinched, but Rugby dom was quicker. Held my titchain. Nowhere to go as I cried and whimpered. Endured as my body juddered. Both tits received equal fiery ordeal. Sadistic smirk on rugby dom's face bolstered my resolve. I'm a titslave. I wanted his bitchmaker even if it killed me. Spurred on by a possible reward, I pushed my tits against the lit end, and rugby dom stubbed his lit cigar hard on my charred tits, blackened. Proved my worth. Cock stirred in its cage, grew to fill its prison. I'm a titslave. His gloved hand molested my arse, found my cunt. Few fingers gained entry and fiddled with the anal hook in it. Spread my legs and Rugby dom took my cunt for a test drive. Nudge my nose to his shoulder joint and he lifted his arms. Dove straight into that pit, lapping sucking licking. Moist ripe warm. Wriggled my ass against his invading fingers. Would've wrapped my hands around his bitchmaker, were they not bound. Would've mounted it already if I wasn't the sub. Would've extracted my cum reward. Twerked my ass rapidly. In cunt language it meant: "Fuck that bitchmaker in, I'm ready, I can take the pounding." Rugby dom lifted me to straddle his hips, yet twiddled and dawdled, his fingers gaped my cunt. Finally a cock filled that hungry void. Not his bitchmaker, another cock. Whatever. I'd take 10 other cocks if if that was the price of his bitchmaker. Prayed too soon. 10, and more, cocks pummelled me into Rugby dom's pits. Turned out my twerking invited other doms to use my cunt. Some deposited their cum, the rest just abused it. Rugby dom dawdled in me still, drew pleasure from twiddling anal hook and successions of cocks. Came up for air only for throat to be plugged by a cummy cock. Gasped and retched. Still needed that air. Failed. A grizzly dom railed my cum-filled cunt and rested his hirsute body on my back, sandwiched mine against Rugby dom's, and his hand kept my head stationary. Spider gag kept my jaw open. Face went blue, pre-asphyxiation. Struggled but weighted down by the amount of lard on grizzly dom and Rugby dom's firm grip on my titchain. Eyes watered, almost passed out and fight was gone from me. A ragged fuckdoll and dominated cum receptacle for magnum daddies. Rugby dom joined in the frenzy abuse of my holes. Lined up his bitchmaker and shoved it up my cunt to accompany grizzly dom's and the anal hook. A double (and a half) penetration I needed to be awake for. This stupid cunt forgot to breathe through its nose. Quick draw of musky groin air and I was in absolute heat. High. So was grizzly dom, as his loud groan heralded his seed. Rugby dom's relentless jabbing and rubbing of grizzly dom's cock proved too much. Yet grizzly kept his hard rod in my crowded cunt. Too crowded that the accumulated cum miraculously remained in me, squelching and swirling in response to Rugby dom's intensified fucking. Gobbled the cock in my mouth further, totally horned up, my cock screamed to be let out of its cage. Only copious amount of precum pooled. Grizzly dom belatedly pulled out and gave Rugby dom's bitchmaker absolute monopoly of my cunt, and more access to it. Plumbing new depths, Rugby dom tethering on the edge as he slayed my cunt solo. I knew he was close as he yanked hard on my charred tits. * * *