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 y...