Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2020 15:24:36 +0000 From: RougeAgent Subject: Master Dom Ch 4 Disclaimer: This story is solely intended for adults interested in homosexual BDSM erotica. Turn back now if this offends you or is illegal. All characters and situations are fictional. This work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. I encourage you to donate in support of this service that we all enjoy. Feedback is welcome: RougeAgent@pm.com Sorry for all the typos in the last chapter, but I wrote it on my phone and missed them. Master Dom Chapter 4 I awoke disoriented, not knowing where I was or what time it was. I was on a small, but not uncomfortable bed and could breathe easy. It felt good. It took deep relaxing breaths and took stock of my situation. Maybe the worst had passed? Hopefully Master made his point, and this is over. Then I had that eerie feeling I was being watched. I opened my eyes and quickly looked around. Sitting there quietly, was the boy. When he saw me notice him, he said "Hi". I sat up and looked around. We were alone in one of the bomb shelter rooms; alone but on camera. I inspected my balls and replied with a terse "hi". He was wearing a black spandex jock and sitting with his hands under his legs. He leaned forward and said, "Master said you won't hurt me." "No, I won't. Who are you?" The conversation was surreal, dreamlike. "It's a secret, so I can't say. I already know who you are. You've been sleeping a long time. Master said that I can do anything I want because they can't start the tattoos and piercings for a few days. He even showed me some movies to give me ideas." I must be honest; this kid was simply perfect. No fat on him but he didn't look skinny. Every muscle was where it should be and proportioned. There was something that gave me an uneasy feeling though. Is it possible to be to charming and sweet, but perverted and twisted at the same time? He got up and slowly walked around the bed. This offered a great view of his toned legs and perfect 10 out of 10 ass. I laid back down and smiled that my abuse had been reduced to being teased by a gorgeous twink. But I didn't dare touch him and risk any setbacks in my redemption. I folded my hands across my chest, relaxed and enjoyed the occasional glance at perfection. His pace quickened as he circled me, became more pronounced and athletic. When he was to my side, he did a standing flip and landed on me, straddling my chest. He landed gracefully and it didn't hurt at all. His black pouch inches from my face. He looked in my eyes as if he was a human lie detector and asked me "Did you love Master...before all this?" I pondered, then answered "Yes. As a son loves his father. Do you?" He slid up, his pouch almost touching my chin, his knees just past my ears. He spread his legs until his pouch touched my chin. I prayed for strength, knowing that I was on camera. Suddenly he slammed his knees shut against my ears. I screamed in pain as the force of the blow felt like I was stabbed in the ears. He kept doing that over and over while saying "Don't be stupid and ask silly questions." I could have easily tossed him off me, but instead endured 8 to 10 blows from his legs. My ears rang and I was disoriented. He stood on the table, towering over me. He reached up and pulled a hook down and attached it to the ring in the dumbbell in my tongue. He cartwheeled off and instructed me to stand. He looked straight into my eyes and hit the button to raise the metal cord attached to the hook in my tongue. Soon I was on my very tippy toes, practically suspended by my tongue. The human tongue is incredibly strong, but I wasn't sure what would happen when my calves fatigued and my full weight was supported by my tongue only. The pain was already as bad as my ball torture from earlier. Then he left the room. WTF? Did this kid have any idea what he was doing? When will he be back? Thankfully he returned after only a few minutes. I looked at the buttons, waiting to be lowered. Instead he raised his arm into my field of view and showed me an 1 inch wide, short leather paddle. It was the most un-intimidating BDSM device I'd ever seen. He stood back to back with me. I could feel his smooth ass on the back of my thighs. Heaven. He bent down and lifted my right foot, so it was between his legs as if I was being horseshoed. Then he started beating the sole of my foot with the leather strap. I lost count after 20, it could have been as many as 50. He released that foot and lifted the other in the same way. I quickly had to lower right foot, or I'd be hanging by my tongue. Putting weight on my foot was excruciating. He repeated the same process to the other foot. Thankfully he fatigued for the last 10 or so. He released that foot and laid down on the bed, a light sheen of sweat and his chest heaving. He closed his eyes as he took deep breaths. It appeared as if he just had sex. His deep breaths subsided, and I heard a light snore. Motherfucker! I was now in pain on my bruised feet and tongue while this kid took a nap. Damn he was gorgeous. I tried a light moan, maybe he wasn't truly asleep yet. Nothing. I moaned a little louder, and his snoring also got louder. What do I do now? Wake him? My feet still throbbed from the bastinado he delivered. As the pain grew, so did my rationale to wake him. This isn't part of my punishment; he fell asleep by accident. I made noises as best I can. He only rolled away from me, his arm hanging off the side of the bed. Fuck, there is that ass again. My calves were screaming, the muscles spasming. I tested standing flatfoot, but the pain was too great. If I was going wake him, I might was well do it now. I stood on one foot and kicked the bed. The bed slid and now even on one foot, my toes barely touched the bed. FUCK! I shouted to build coverage, swung by my tongue and kicked the bed with both feet. It slid, bounced off the wall and knocked him out of bed. He laid motionless. Shit, I couldn't have knocked him out. I tried to rebalance myself on my tippy toes as I watched him stand up rubbing his head. He was disoriented from the rude awakening, trying to figure out what happened. I had a pit in my stomach. The door flew open banging loudly against the wall. The back of my knees were hit with a club and I hung by my tongue. The barbell pulled through the hole in my tongue and I fell to the floor. Blood pooling in my mouth. A hood was put over my head and cinched tight. My hands and feet were cuffed in a reverse hogtie. I was picked up, carried off and soon dropped face down on a table. I was left on that table for a few minutes, and assumed it was the table in the large room. The hood was yanked off. I looked and saw a man dressed like a medieval executioner. Bulging with muscle like a body builder he even had a black hood on so I couldn't see his face or any expression. I looked around as best I could and saw Master standing there with his arm around the boy. Once our eyes met, he said "I'm gonna get medieval on your ass." Upon hearing that the boy hugged Master tight. He kissed his forehead and told my punisher to strap me down very securely. I was uncuffed, rolled on my back and fastened to the table as I was before; except this time this beast was pulling on the straps. I was pinned to the table so tightly that the chest strap only allowed me to take shallow breaths and I could feel the restriction to my circulation. The jaw stretcher was reinstalled, and my jaw was spread painfully wide. My jaw didn't dislocate, but it was millimeters away. Master approached, "So you're a bully now? Maybe I need to change my plans for you. Just torture you nonstop until your mind is destroyed to the point that you don't even know you're being tortured. Decisions, decisions." He seemed to genuinely ponder the notion. "Well, I don't need to decide now. What matters now is showing him how much he means to me by punishing you...severely." Master went to the cabinet and grabbed a file. He put the tip on my front teeth and slide it across my front teeth. I screamed loudly; the visceral feeling was almost as bad as the pain. The agony, the sound, the way my teeth vibrated with the texture of the file – all part of my punishment. I could feel enamel powder land on my tortured tongue. The taste was awful. He filed teeth seemingly at random. This was a new level of pain. He held up a mirror and my teeth we all filed to different lengths and uneven. I was horrified. Master started to laugh and took a picture. The boy came over to see what was so funny and started to laugh too. Master reached in and felt the sharp surfaces, "These are too sharp now, fuck." He looked to the punisher and said, "Get the pliers, take out his teeth. It'll make him a great cocksucker and you're going to be the first person to try it out", as he tussled the boy's hair. I sobbed and began to hate myself for kicking the bed. Why did I do it? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. My self-loathing was interrupted when I felt the steel jaws of the pliers grip my lower front tooth. He gripped and pulled straight back. A tooth is held in place by tiny tendons in the socket of the tooth. It's those tendons being stretched and damaged that causes the pain. Well, that and the nerves of the teeth being exposed. Tooth extraction without anesthesia is one of the most painful dental procedures there is. It was the most painful experience up to that point in my life, although that distinction would unfortunately be short lived. He held up the tooth for me to see before dropping it into a pan with a soft clink. My tongue probed the gap, but I quickly retracted it as he gripped another tooth. The bottom row took an eternity, the molars really made him work. But he had the body of a competitive body builder and more any enough power for the task at hand. The pain seemed cumulative, worsening as more teeth were forced from their socket. In addition to that, the straps are too tight and I'm going numb all over. He finished the bottom row and the boy walked over and ran his finger over the uneven, soft gummy surface. Thankfully he was just checking the texture and it didn't add to the pain. "Wow, this feels great." He lifted his finger and saw the blood on it "Gross!" He wiped his finger on my cheek. How could he stand by and watch all this, but react that way to a little blood? The punisher patiently waited for the boy before starting on the top row. I think he was getting fatigued because he started in the back, moving side to side. I assumed he was leaving the front ones for last because they were easier to extract. I saw him sweat, and some teeth started to take a few tugs. He dropped the last tooth into the tray and took a deep breath. Master approached him, "Thank you. Ryan will be yours for the evening. That is all for now." The giant left, never having made a sound let alone speaking a word. I gently felt the new texture of my mouth, but it was too painful so I stopped. Master used the intercom and asked for a drink. A dom wheeled in a cart with a crystal carafe of amber liquid, fancy glasses, and an ice bucket. Master made a drink for himself and even gave a small pour to the boy. I was praying Master would rub some whiskey on my gums to numb them. But instead the boy picked up an ice cube with the tongs and approached me. He carefully held the cube in my mouth. A drop of cold water landed in the open socket where a tooth had once been. It felt like a needle had just stabbed the nerve. The pain was intense, but thankfully shorted lived. Then he held the cube to my cratered gum line and pressed hard, rubbing it back and forth. The ice-cold water assaulted my exposed, raw nerves. The pain was so great I thought my head would explode and that I would rip the thick straps off the cart. If I could have spoken, I would have asked for death. I passed out.