“You’re too drugged. Relax.” He looked at his colleagues as if he were directing them to laugh at a joke, then turned his face back to me. “Take your punishment.” He said it so gently, but his green eyes carried pure rage.
While she sucked on it, I obeyed, stopped fighting, and the pleasure slowly stacked, my balls hardening and shrinking as the sensation of reaching orgasm approached. By then, two of the overlords had already come inside her. The second one had fucked her ass, making her scream and cry. Her tears wetted my inner thighs as she got closer to me to get away from him, taking all of my dick, suffocating herself on it. Her throat kept spasming on the length of it, squeezing it. I couldn’t help but enjoy how tight it held me. I cupped her head from the back and moved her, enjoying her throat jerking me while she tried to scream again and again and failed. My fingers dug into the back of her head with more aggression the closer I got to coming.
Suddenly, they yanked her away from me by the collar, leaving me on the verge of coming and my cock exposed. The cold covered all of it, then the pen was on me again. This time, I didn’t fight. He wanted to write his name on my dick as some humiliating joke? I didn’t fucking care. He’d done so much worse to me before. It was actually confusing to realize that’s all he wanted as a punishment, until it wasn’t.
Once my dick became flaccid again, he reached for something in his backpack at his foot. After a few minutes, a vibrating sound filled the silence. They were all staring down at my dick open-mouthed. The large size of the man didn’t allow me to see. “Let me go. Don’t you dare—”
The needle shot the vibration at the skin on the base of my dick. White scalding heat shot though my pelvic area. My back shot up, arching, fully tensed beyond capacity as more and more of the burning pain spread, becoming more and more unbearable with every second. My dick shriveled immediately, searching for shelter from the pain, but he already had my skin completely stretched out. There was no escape. I was grinding my teeth so hard they were breaking along with my jawbone. I hissed, not breathing, with a permanent wince on my face. Myeyes were squeezed tight, my head lolled. My hands pushed at the armrest, fully extending my arms. I was trying to withstand it, to survive it. I was afraid to breathe, but I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I inhaled a gasp and held it again. As he moved farther down my cock, the pain worsened. My skin was being scraped off.
I fought them, unable to take the pain. “Fuuuucccccck! Stop!”
Then he wiped at where he’d been scraping, sandpaper against a gash. I gasped and screamed so loudly they winced, and with bugged eyes, their mouths dropped open.
“Sssssssttttttttoopp!”
No matter how hard I tried to free myself from their hold, I couldn’t, and any movement just added to the pain. He began again but farther down my dick where it hurt even more. All the blood from my brain rushed to my dick, pumping into every vein there, intensifying the pain even more. It became a burning, scraping of my skin. I was beginning to see lightning-colored streaks from the inside of my eyelids. Then he paused, only for the sandpaper to run down the length all the way to the base.
This time, I couldn’t scream or breathe. For a few minutes, nothing happened. The pain remained, but it was dulled. Despite the palpitating agony, at least I could still breathe. As soon as I heard the vibration, I tensed and stopped breathing all over again. It was at the very tip of it. This was the worst yet, lancinating currents traveled all the way to my thighs. I kicked and pushed against the arm of the chair until it broke. Everyone moved to detain me again.
“No! No! Stop! Francois, stop!” Tears were raining from my eyes, and I was writhing, shaking my head. I couldn’t take it. I was sure they were cutting it. No matter what I did, what I said, they didn’t stop. Although I was sweating profusely, I started getting cold. My breathing was shallow and fast. All I saw was blinding whiteness. All I heard was humming.
“I can’t! I can’t! Masssssstttttter!” Although I knew I was screaming, it was muffled to my ears. I lost all control. My body convulsed.
My eyes rolled back as the food I had in my system rose and blasted from my mouth.
“He’s going into shock!”
I couldn’t see who said it. I lost all strength when he wiped me again. After, there was a sensation of my body floating in the air that made me wonder if I had finally died. Seconds later, I could feel the coolness of the tiles beneath my convulsing body and my legs being lifted. I was choking on vomit and a liquid trailed down the side of my jaw, but there was no worse pain than that on my dick.
A moment of relief hit me before there was absolutely nothing.
I didn’t know where I had gone, but I could feel myself slowly returning, even though I didn’t want to. The brightness in the bedroom blinded me, and I had to blink a few times until my eyes acclimated. As soon as I saw him standing by the bed, Icrawled away, falling off the other side. There was no logic. My only thought was to get away. My dick pulsed in pain.
He kept yelling, “Tristan!” But the closer he came, the more terrified I got. What would he do to me next? I knew that was not the end of it. An opened tiny balcony was to the right of the bed, and with my dick in insurmountable burning pain and my feet wrapped in thick bandages, I crawled outside, but he kept following me.
“Sir, he might not be right of mind,” the doctor warned in a low voice. He reached for Master but didn’t dare touch. I looked the doctor in the eyes, pleading for help while my lips trembled.
“Okay, Tristan…” His hands were up in the air. “Please come back to bed.”
Once I started shaking my head, I couldn’t stop. “No. No more. No more. I c-can’t. I tried. I tried so hard. I can’t.”
“I understand but come to bed. You need to rest, Tristan. It will all be better with a little rest.”
“No. Y-you’ll hurt me. That’s what you do. You always hurt us. I-it’s what you do. Y-you’ll hurt us. Y-you always hurt us. That’s what will happen next. And-and it hurts,” I sobbed. “It always hurts. It hurts.” The words kept tumbling out of my mouth, but I didn’t know what I was saying. I was a puppet and someone else was speaking through me. “You don’t love us. You never love us. And it hurts. It ... hurts.” I hung on to the white flowery metal railing to stand up.
“For fuck’s sakes, Tristan—”
“Sir…” the doctor interrupted.
“I know. Okay?” he yelled to the doctor behind him, then walked three steps toward me, almost reaching the door to the balcony.
Like a cornered animal, I leaned away more and more until I was on my tippy toes. The pain rose from the bottom of my feet like lightning. “Tristan for God’s sake! What are you—”
He stepped onto the balcony, and I let go, falling back. My head was the first to splash into the cold blue water in the pool.
Ihadnoideahow long it had been since the fall. There were pieces, moments I remembered, but not all. The wind as I fell, bubbles arising in the blue water, drowning but also when they’d branded the bottom of my feet, the sizzling cold that became burning heat, the smell of my skin cooking with the pressing of the metal, and the tattoo on my dick.
The pain had been so excruciating that every time I woke, I’d let out a horrific scream. I’d lose my mind screaming until they pinned me down and knocked me out. Then they started putting pain relievers in my IV. Several times, I eavesdropped on him talking to the doctor and nurse, demanding to get me better again. The conversations, although I knew them to just be his theatrics, let me know he still didn’t know everything I’d done. At least even in my craziness I had not revealed any of that to him.
