The Older Man

Taylor thrashed against the cuffs that pinned her arms above her head as the crop came down again against her breasts. She wailed. It hurtso bad, not just the intensity--which in itself was a lot--but the quality of the sensation, a pure sharp sting. She had hoped Mikey would stop when she started crying, but of course he had not; he'd just started joking with Sir about her pain.

"Pleas-- aah! Please! I can't! Stop!"

Mikey laughed. "She can't stop. Insatiable." He sped up his strokes so she had less time to process the pain; Taylor's screams got louder in response, her voice hoarser.

"Begging me stop is stupid, you dumb bitch. Try to get this through your head. I'm hurting you to try and get my dick hard enough to fuck your dirty slut mouth. So if you want me to stop, beg to suck my cock. Maybe you can convince me."

Taylor hated this. He was hurting her so badly, she didn't like him, she was scared of him, and was sure that no matter what he would say her blowjob wasn't good enough, leaving her to languish in denial for who knew how much longer. She didn't want him in the same room as her, much less to have his dick in her mouth. But the pain overcame whatever ridiculous stab of pride she still held onto as she writhed naked and screaming before these clothed men.

"Please! Please let me suck your cock! Please, I want your cock in my mouth so bad!" Each plea was broken up by the sounds of the crop, each time followed by her scream. "I want you to come down my throat! Please fuck my face! Please--"

"All right, fine. If you want to suck it that bad, I'll finish up with some extra hard strokes." Taylor couldn't believe this; the blows were already so intense, surely he was hitting as hard as he could. The prospect of even harder shots was terrifying. "How many would you like?"

Taylor had always hated this kind of question from a top. There was no winning. If you said a number you could actually take, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy them. If you said a higher number it might be higher than what they would have chosen themself, and then you were making your own suffering needlessly worse. The only number she could think of was one; she was sure that she could not take more than one blow if it was going to be worse than this. But, even as rattled and disoriented as she was from the barrage of pain, she didn't believe for a second that Mikey would stop with one.

"Ten please," she said, her eyes widening with fear.

"Just ten?" said Mikey. "I really will have to make them extra hard. Remember, the point of these is to make my dick hard. You'd better hope ten is enough, because if it isn't, I'll make you regret it."

Although she had already been crying from the pain, now she cried with fear as well.

The next blows really were much worse than those before. The first came faster than she'd expected, before she was ready, and exploded like a line of flames right across both of her nipples. For a moment everything was white, and she couldn't see or hear or think anything as the pain radiated through her helpless body. When she came back to consciousness, Sir and Mikey were both laughing and he was bringing the crop down again. She struggled to take a deep breath to try and help her manage the pain but before she could fill her lungs he'd hit her again. The sheer intensity of the pain made her mindless, a thrashing thing, aware of nothing but the physical sensations in her body: the brutal impacts and hard constant throbbing of her breasts, the light ache in her shoulders and ankles where she pulled against her restraints, and the hot, wet, masochistic arousal between her legs.

"Ten," she heard Mikey say, and dimly realised the beating was ending. "One more? Would you take one more for me?"

Taylor let out a sad moan. She knew she would say yes because in her submissive soul she would always say yes to this sort of question. But the thought of the beating continuing for even one more stroke made her nauseous.

"Yes, please," she said, and Sir and Mikey laughed again.

"This will really be the last one," Mikey said, "so I have to make it count." He tapped the end of the crop against each of her nipples in turn, as if assessing which was more vulnerable. Even the gentle probing produced gasps and groans from Taylor. The taps turned into light blows, bringing the crop up further and down harder each time. Now he was beating her again, not as hard as those last ten but bad enough to badly hurt her. Finally he pulled his arm far back over his head and she closed her eyes and willed her muscles to relax.

She screamed, long and shrill, against the last and hardest crop stroke.

When she opened her eyes, tears blurring the world around her, she realised he was holding the crop up in front of her face. Knowing what he wanted she raised her head to kiss it.

"Good slut," Mikey said. She hated how much she enjoyed hearing these words, even from him. He was unclipping her cuffs and pulling her up into a kneeling position while he looked closely at her breasts. She hadn't been able to see them clearly when she'd been restrained and was amazed now by the intensity of the raised welts which criss-crossed her chest; in a few places, especially where the deepest welts crossed, he had broken the skin.

Alex had come over to them and crouched down beside Mikey, holding a bottle of some kind. Mikey took it and as he opened it Taylor recognised the antiseptic smell. She was a little surprised by this moment of care from Mikey but she understood it as well: he might be cruel, he might enjoy her suffering, but he was going to take a base level of care not to harm her. It wasn't that she'd doubted this--she'd negotiated enough with Sir before they started to play that she knew she could trust him, and by extension, anyone he allowed to use her. But knowing it and feeling it were different things, and now she felt that she could trust Mikey. She felt her shoulder relax a little where they'd been holding tension; she felt a pulse of arousal in her cunt.

"This is going to sting," Mikey said, holding up a cotton ball doused in antiseptic. She nodded and laughed a little, the last tears still rolling down her cheeks.Nowhe was warning her it was going to hurt. She sucked in her breath at the harsh sting, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

And, crouched as he was close to her so that he could attend to her wounded tits, she could feel his cock through his pants; hard. She was proud and relieved that he was enjoying torturing her, and excited that she could suck his dick so that this would all be over.

Excited? Just yesterday she'd been unbearably humiliated by the prospect of sucking someone's dick she didn't choose. Now she was eager for it. She turned her head to Sir and smiled gratefully, and was happy to see that he was smiling back. He was enjoying her suffering, and that was reward enough to make enduring all this worthwhile.

Alex brought her some water and she drank it eagerly, at least at first. But she realised that while they were giving her time to recover and compose herself, Mikey was probably losing his erection. That probably meant more torture. Well, if Sir was enjoying her suffering, she'd suffer. She'd take it happily if it meant he came harder. That was her whole role, an object for his pleasure. She was getting more turned on as she thought about it.

A few minutes after the beating had stopped, Mikey said, "I'm not hard," confirming what she'd expected.

"I think the problem is her slut cunt. It's so dirty and loose and used up. It stinks."

Sir laughed at this. "I mean, you're right. Her cunt is disgusting because she's such a dirty whore. And I know you'd prefer a cock, but it is what it is."

"I don't think I can fuck her face with that nasty slit just hanging open. Can I seal it up?"

Seal it up? What the hell?thought Taylor.

"What do you mean, seal it up?"

"I've got some surgical staples. They're safe and sterile. It wouldn't take long."

Taylor moaned. She understood the negotiation happening between Sir and Mikey to be a performance for her benefit. Of course he was going to staple her cunt shut. She was scared of needles, hated getting blood drawn, and this was close enough that she flinched just at the idea.

"It's not going to damage her, is it? I might want to fuck her cunt later."

"Well I've never used staples on a cunt before but I'm sure you'll be able to fuck her. You'll probably enjoy it more, because once the staples come out she'll be swollen and it will hurt more to get fucked than it normally does."

Mikey turned to her now, smiling darkly. "What do you think, slut? Should I staple your disgusting hole shut so you can suck my dick?"

Fighting back a new wave of resentment, she mumbled, "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes please."

"No, please is just a start. Ask for what you want. Ask nicely."

Her cheeks flushed red with anger but she was scared of the staples and determined not to make this worse for herself than it had to be. "Please will you staple my disgusting cunt closed so I can suck your cock?"

"Since you asked so nicely." Alex came back over to where they both sat, offering Mikey a black shoulder bag. Mikey reached in and drew out a sealed plastic packet which he placed on the floor between Taylor's spread legs. Then he took out a plastic tray and a handful of small sachets that he dropped into it, along with an odd plastic and metal tool about the size of a pen. He started tearing open a sachet, and the smell told her it was an alcohol swab. He wiped it over her cunt quickly and efficiently, but she couldn't help moaning with obvious pleasure at the contact, especially as it passed over her clit.

"Are you really such a slut that you get turned on when a faggot disinfects your pussy?" She wasn't sure if this was a rhetorical question but muttered an embarrassed Yes anyway.

Next he opened the package between her legs, drawing out a sleek white plastic object that to her surprise was basically shaped like a regular office stapler.

"The staples are preloaded and sterile," he said, either to her or Sir. She tried to steady her breathing in anticipation of the first staple. "Lay on your back and hug your legs to your chest."

She felt especially humiliated and vulnerable by this position, which left her cunt (which he kept calling so disgusting) completely exposed to Mikey and his stapler. "Try to hold still once the first staple goes in. If you move around, you'll pull on them and might bleed more."

Nervously she tried to both relax and tighten her body at the same time. He held the stapler close to her cunt and looked her in the eyes. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to be calm. With one hand, he roughly grabbed her labia and pulled them together so a staple could connect them. He moved the stapler closer and she flinched and he pulled it away and chuckled. This happened two more time, to his obvious amusement. She furrowed her brow.

"Please," she said, "just do it." She realised how scared she was and wasn't really sure why. Would a staple even be that bad? Maybe it was the unknown quality.

"That's good," Mikey said, "beg me some more."

She groaned, not wanting to have to beg for something that scared her so much. But still. "Please staple my cunt. Please staple it closed so I can suck your cock." The degrading aspect of what she was saying started to turn her on, which somehow both amplified her fear and made it more bearable. "Please let me have a staple in my cunt. Please seal my dirty slut cunt so you can fuck my mouth. Please--"

Without warning he had put the first staple in. The pain wasn't so bad, more of a pinch really. But her fear was, if anything, worse. It felt bad, not so much painful aswrong, an uncanny sensation. Her body wasn't supposed to do that, wasn't supposed to be breached in that way. She wanted badly to squirm but was scared that the staple would tear her cunt. She gasped, horrified.

He slid his grip and the head of the stapler an inch or so up her lips. Now his hand was teasingly close to her clit, almost but not quite squeezing it. If she had not been so scared to move she would certainly have ground against his hand. She knew he was about to staple her again and, eyes moist, silently shook her head as if he might show her mercy. He looked directly into her eyes and smiled cruelly as he fired the second staple into her pussy, and she let out a noise that started as a scream but ended somewhere weaker and more pathetic.

"You could make this permanent," Mikey said, looking Taylor in the eye but talking to Sir. "These staples are just temporary but you could get real piercings. They'd need to pretty thick, much heavier than these staples. Then nobody would have to deal with her filthy cunt and everyone would know to fuck her ass or mouth instead." She shivered and her lip quivered, but she wasn't sure there wasn't an element of arousal swirling through the fear.

He moved his hand again and this time it did close partially over her clit. She couldn't help thrusting her hips gently forward against the pressure, which made the stapled move inside her flesh and she made a horrified noise, which the men laughed at. He put a third staple in her cunt and it felt just as bad as the first. Worse, really. Each staple compounded the feeling of wrongness as they held her shut in a way she just wasn't meant to be held.

The three staples held her cunt all the way closed; one at the top, one at the bottom, one in the middle. She hoped for a moment that he was done but instead, he pressed the stapler directly against her clit hood and looked into her eyes with sadistic glee. "Please," she said, not bothering to finish the sentence.

"What do you think," he asked her, "should I put one in your clit? It won't help with your disgusting cunt but it will remind you how much I care about your pleasure."

"Please don't," she said, and he closed the stapler over her clit before she finished the second word. This one did hurt, firing into even more sensitive flesh, but again it was the feeling of wrongness and the fear of what the staple might tear if she moved that was much worse than the actual pain.

"Good news, I'm hard. You still want to suck my dick?"

"Yes please!" she said, desperate for this to end. "Please can I suck your cock?"

But Mikey was moving away from her, walking across the room to sit on the couch. He unbuttoned his fly and took his dick out; long and hard with a thick Prince Albert piercing through the head.

"Come and get it," he said. She moaned. She truly did not want to have to crawl across the floor with the staples inside her; she was scared to feel them move, scared of these foreign bodies penetrating her in an unfamiliar way. Looking and feeling truly miserable, she leaned forward and put her hands on the floor in a crawling position. She thought about trying to drag herself with just her arms so that she could avoid any movement in her groin, but realised it wouldn't work and would probably make things worse. As slowly and carefully as she could, she took a crawling step.

The staples did move inside her skin, an awful feeling as her body stretched around them. After one step she took a breath to compose herself and pushed on.

"You better hurry," Mikey said. "If I get soft again I'm going to beat your stapled cunt until I'm ready for your mouth." This did scare her enough to move faster, moaning and yelping against the horrible feeling in her crotch. Soon she was close enough to start licking his shaft.

She'd never sucked a dick with such a big piercing before and was worried how it would feel in her throat. She tried to get it extra wet, juicy with saliva before she took it in her mouth. When she was as ready as she could be, she took the head between her lips and began to ease her lips up and down the shaft. Mikey, no patience for this kind of slow teasing, grabbed a handful of her hair and forced his dick all the way inside her, the piercing grating deep inside her throat. She gagged and reached for his hands as if to pull away but he held her firm and breathless.

"Why don't you come fuck her ass while she's sucking my dick?" Mikey said, and she heard Sir get up from his chair to accept the suggestion. Mikey released her head and she started to bob her head again, but keeping his cock in her throat now so that she gagged repeatedly on the cock and the thick metal ring. Meanwhile she felt Sir's cock push into her ass and groaned as she stretched to take it.

She loved the feeling of Sir fucking her ass but this time each thrust jerked slightly on the staples. She'd never been fucked like this before, a cock in her mouth and ass at the same time, but the awful sensation in her cunt made it impossible to enjoy.

"I don't think a dumb cunt like this should ever have an orgasm," Mikey said as she gagged on his cock. "I think you should keep her denied permanently. But I have to be honest. This is a very good blowjob."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing; she'd been sure he was too cruel to offer her this kind of relief.

"Did you hear that?" Sir asked. "That means you can come. So come right now, while we're both fucking you. I want you to come with two cocks inside you."

With Mikey's cock deep in her throat, she let out a string of inaudible syllables, but Sir and Mikey both understood.

"Yes," Sir said, "you can use your hand."

She brought her fingers close to her cunt but then hesitated, realising she could only touch herself through the staples. The thought was almost unbearable, but then Mikey said, "She's not doing it. I don't think she even wants to come."

"Bitch," Sir replied, "if you don't come while we're both fucking you, I'm not gonna let you come for a long time."

She didn't even want to know what Sir might consider a long time and so, scared of what she was about to do, she placed a finger on either side of her clit, as close to the staple as she could get without touching it directly. But as she started to stroke herself, she knew this was absurd. The staple was moving with her flesh anyway, she might as well press on it directly. And so she did, and the feeling was awful, but the stinging pain did turn her on even more as she masturbated towards climax for the first time in weeks.

Suddenly, Alex was close by too, roughly kneading her aching tits. She barked out a cry of pain that suffocated on Mikey's cock. And as she could feel Mikey and Sir were both close themselves, the wave of good and bad sensation overwhelmed her: the pain, the fear, the submission, the humiliation, the cock in her throat, the cock in her ass, the way they were using her, and threading through it all, the pleasure flooding through her body from her clit--

She felt Mikey start to come in her throat as she started to come. The intensity of it was shocking, overwhelming, and her whole body shook without regard for the way it pulled against the staples in her cunt. As Mikey's cock drew back into her mouth her long wail of pleasure became audible, and she was still coming when Sir exploded in her ass. Her orgasm outlasted either of theirs and she was lying on the floor, panting, by the time she was done.

"Very good," Mikey said, and she beamed through the post-orgasmic fog.

"Dumb bitch," Sir said, and her cunt throbbed with pride.