WEEKEND/ SESSION LASTS 5

WEEKEND/ SESSION HARD 5

(reality)

Several hours had already passed, the night was advancing without feeling it. The session had gradually intensified and now nothing could stop it.

At one point, my MASTER ordered me to stand under the ropes and tied my hands to the ceiling.

He blinded me and put a gag in my mouth and then covered my ears with wax plugs; he had thought of the smallest details for his depravity. He gave me some good blows on the way. And left me hanging.

However, I could hear the door opening. I waited completely still for several minutes, trying to guess what his next move would be, and he entered again.

The humid air from outside flooded the room. Cold hands ran over my back and my ass, making me react to the contact with my skin, sending chills through me, and the next second, other hands did the same with my chest and my dick.

The cold penetrated my pores into my brain. The moment overwhelmed me.

I could only react to the surprise, an unexpected guest that my MASTER had already arranged for the use of his servant in the company of some colleague.

My body trembled from those sensations and from what might come next.

Both of them pinched my body with eagerness and pleasure. They left me alone, nullified, hanging, with no real awareness of what was happening. I felt them enjoying the moment, almost deaf and motionless as I was. I barely heard them speak, but I could guess the moment.

The guest was surely trying to reach our level of vice by taking something. It wouldn’t take long.

Soon, they brought me the popper, now the three of us were high, playing together on my back, hugging and pressing against me. I swung, tied by their pushes.

Then they removed the plugs and the gag, and I felt their restless breathing again. They were already into it and eager for everything.

Again I felt the soft caress of the whip on my left shoulder and unexpectedly, another on my right.

That put me on edge; I already knew what would follow. Without knowing which one, a first strike fell mercilessly on my back.

I was sure my MASTER’s would be the hardest. I had little doubt. Instantly the other one followed. They both, in unison, were ready to have a good time enjoying whipping the slave.

Time and again, the two whips took turns, sometimes hitting me at the same time. My back was now pure pain. My submission and surrender had reached pure masochism in the hands of the two.

They left me tied, enjoying a moment together while I listened to them. Their bodies brushed against mine, sniffing and feeling them excited and very dirty was making me very restless, thinking about it and waiting for my turn.

I still didn’t know who the guest was when my MASTER approached me from behind, pinched my nipples, and whispered in my ear, “I know you’re enjoying it, bastard; the surprise got you to a thousand, I can tell. Now you have two masters who will make you suffer as you like, puppy.” Do you want to suffer, dog? “Yes, my MASTER, thank you.”

“Good, I like it that way; we’re going to please you, you’ll see,” I could feel his sadistic desire accompanying those words.

I heard the bag with clamps move; its sound forewarned me of my torment.

One on one side and the other on the other, they were enjoying watching me writhe in pain with each clamp placed on my body until I was completely covered in them at every point where they could attach. "Good, dog, here we go."

Those words indicated the continuation of the game. I begged for a dose of medication and popper first. My MASTER obliged, knowing the level of suffering that awaited me and that he would enjoy more than I from inflicting it.

The three of us at the same time, fully immersed in vice. The two whips caressed my skin. I felt the first hit as a signal to start. The two hit the wooden clamps, making them bounce all over the room; one after another, they flew off my skin with each strike. My pain multiplied at the same rhythm that my MASTER's satisfaction grew seeing me suffer like this.

In the moments that followed, everything rushed around me. Time stopped. Our bodies played excited and without limitations. Four hands rubbed my whole body over the pinching points, making me bend again before their attacks.

My body was now completely surrendered to the whims of the two masters. They were enjoying themselves greatly.

My MASTER approached me, still blinded, freed my wrists from the ropes, and I collapsed instantly; my legs gave way.

The previous moments had been very intense; my body hadn’t realized how much it had been subjected.

They let me relax for a while while they enjoyed some beers and fondled each other leisurely.

After a bit, my MASTER came up to me, hooked my leash to my collar, and led me to the sofa. I felt the hand of the guest over my head, “Good, dog, you’re making me enjoy a lot in the company of your owner; I’m glad he invited me to spend this night with him and his slave.”

The two were sitting on the sofa; the heat from the fireplace reached my sore back.

“Take off his shoes and my boots, dog, and start licking our feet like you know how.”

My MASTER’s orders were direct; I left all four feet bare, without before filling myself with their scents, then sniffed the bottle that a hand brought closer, and I dedicated myself body and soul to licking the feet of the two masters, with care and dedication, leaving not a single spot where my tongue did not pass.

Bufffffff how delicious, pig!

For a few minutes, I licked their feet, still not knowing who two of them belonged to. My MASTER made me suffer each time the opportunity arose, testing my submission.

At their feet, I felt them rubbing and groping each other constantly; they were more than excited. My MASTER took my head, ordered me to open my mouth, and “open, dog.” Without warning, I felt his piss fall into it; I drank eagerly, grateful, inviting his friend to imitate him. To my satisfaction, I heard him release his piss into my mouth.

Their piss fell from my mouth down my chest, soaking me with all their scent; I rolled around in it, both of them insulted me in unison, “That’s it, pig, swallow piss, enjoy your misery, dog.” “That’s it, bastard.”

“Now clean the floor; I want it with not a single drop left.” I licked the tiles until they were dry in my submission madness; everything led me not to think about what would come after, nothing mattered anymore.

“Good, pig, come here.” It was the voice of the guest; my duty to treat him like a master left me no options. “Open your fucking mouth, dog.” His cock entered my mouth mercilessly, choking me as he pushed it with his hands over and over again. “Swallow, bastard, swallow.” Stick your ass up, pig; your MASTER is going to fuck you.

My MASTER shoved his cock into my hole without even lubricating it, fucking it hard; his good dick did its job well, while his friend fucked my mouth like never before, watching his colleague ride me. “Fuck, that’s good; what a vice you have, pig.” Swallow well, swallow.

Soon they took turns, again and again, and my happiness as a servant was complete, and as a passive, I was in the paradise of my best dreams and my worst nightmares.

The night continued advancing, but there were still enough hours left to continue at the service of my owner and his company.