1. Living for Master


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: nunmoreblack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    There wasn’t even any pain; I was beyond pain. Rubber and leather murderers were destroying me; I was convinced I was going to die. “Cock syringes, your final push please”. Seconds later my cock exploded. This was even more dramatic as it had been covered with a glass cover, and on explosion my cock hit the glass and splattered. I was spent I wanted to die, but it was all too obvious that that was not going to be allowed to happen as my wounds were now being treated and sutured. Ragged flesh was tidied and trimmed and within an hour my crotch was bandaged with the catheter hanging through the dressings. The clamps were now removed from my eyes and the mask from my face. I was still unable to blink or to speak but the cool room air felt wonderful on my sweaty head. Still in a semi prone position I was given a drink from a feeding cup. I began to wretch and it was removed, it was foul bl**dy liquid. I saw it was my Leatherman. He slapped my face and was instantly forcing a throat gag into my mouth and down into my throat. ‘Breath fucker’ he commanded. I helplessly complied as the gag and tube entered me. Tightly strapped I now had no option but to ingest what ever was poured into my open mouth. The foul liquid was now poured into me. I was happy I couldn’t taste it. “You like eating cock don’t you, you little piece of cockshit? Well this is the ultimate ‘COCKtail’; it’s the remains of yours you piece of nullo worthless trash. NOW FUCKING ENJOY THE DRINK!” My eyes were pleading ...
    with him but I could see no reaction, his glasses still in situ and he emptied my cock into my guts. I was spent, I was helpless, I was at the end. I could tolerate no more. Then his gloved hand stroked my head and comfortingly told be that I was almost through stage 1. Just 4 more adjustment had to be made. The gag was removed and I found I was able to gurgle some sounds as the effects of the gas began to diminish. Before any intelligible words came out of my mouth another gag was inserted into my mouth and nose. Tubes invaded me and with dexterity rubbered hands manipulated the tubes deep into my windpipe and for all I know my lungs. “Go with the flow fuck bitch’ was shouted at me, “you’re going to get all you need to cope with this through the tubes. Let them help you” With that I felt the familiar sensations of the gas affecting my body again. A numb calm acceptance overwhelmed me; I began to feel euphoric. “Lower the arms”, someone said and my arms were lowered in line with my eyes. They had been strapped up and raised well above my head since this had started. I felt the tingle as the bl**d began to circulate again, I knew I was grateful for the gas at that point, my Leatherman did at least care a little for me. I knew the pain would have been excruciating with out it. I noticed my bound hands shining in the light, the tight black shiny bindings forming my hands into smooth extensions of my arms. From the ceiling two covers were lowered and my hands were inserted into ...
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