By Mudcub

Dave was into blowjob torture. Not what you might think – it’s not like he sucked me off for hours or was the one giving *me* the blowjobs. No, this was all about me sucking him. Over and over for hours at a time, in the most painful and humiliating ways possible.

I don’t think Dave can cum by just giving him head. At least, I’ve never been able to make him shoot. But it’s not for a lack of trying. I’ve estimated that his dick has been in my mouth for over 500 hours total over the last year or so. I figured it out one day – if you assume one or two three-hour sessions in a week, sometimes more. I often have a lot of free time during the “sessions” to do math. If you know what I mean.

There are a lots of things I do to occupy my mind while I suck Dave. I know, I know, I should be a good slave and just concentrate on him and his pleasure. But there’s a lot of time spent where he just has me hold his dick in my mouth without moving. Sometimes he’ll watch TV or take a nap, and that’s nice if I can hear the radio or TV in the background as entertainment. And every blowjob goes through several stages and that’s always fun to monitor. Dave will get hard, then softer, then hard. He has a habit of oozing a *lot* of pre-cum, and it’s always fun to feel that on my tongue and use it as lubrication. Plus, I like the taste.  I don’t think I’m Dave’s slave. I’m definitely not his boy. I don’t know what I am. OK, here’s a valid description – I am his blowjob machine. Dave likes getting sucked, and I am the one who sucks him. It goes further than that, of course. I mean, there’s no reason he needs so much sucking. And the way he makes me serve. well, it’s clear that Dave gets off on hurting me as much as he does on the blowjob itself.

Here’s an example: here’s an average Saturday afternoon. I’m blindfolded. Not the full rubber hood that he has, just a simple leather-and-sheepskin blindfold that’s buckled tightly at the back of my head. Sometimes Dave likes to hold on to the straps of the blindfold and use it as a handle. But not this afternoon. My hands are handcuffed behind me with standard police restraints. I hate those things. The metal tends to cut off my circulation and bites into my wrists. I find myself having to shift the position of my arms on a regular basis to relieve the pressure.

I am kneeling, of course. My Master has been nice enough to throw down a towel on the floor so I am not kneeling on bare concrete. That really hurts – but he makes me do it sometimes. I’ve given blowjobs on just about every surface: in parking lots, kneeling in mud, water, puddles in a public toilet. Just about wherever he gets the mood for a good sucking. It’s not so much that he’s into public sex, it’s just like he doesn’t want to wait until we get home.  So, on that afternoon, I’m kneeling in his basement. I’m wearing clothes, a pair of jeans, boots, and a wet t-shirt. The t-shirt is wet because I’ve been sucking now for about an hour, and sometimes drool and pre-cum runs down my chin. I can’t move my hands to wipe it away, and I wouldn’t dare use my Master as a towel. I can’t see because of the blindfold, but I know he’s shirtless and wearing jeans. Shirtless, because I can smell him a little bit, and occasionally my forehead will go too far and hit him in the middle of his fuzzy belly. He hates when I do that.  But what can I do? Have you ever tried to blow someone with your hands tied behind your back? It’s tricky. And the blindfold disorients me. After bobbing back-and-forth for over an hour, I start to lose my balance. Actually that’s an understatement. I don’t know if it’s the lack of visual stimuli, or just the repetitious rhythm, but sometimes I go into a Sufi trance. Like a religious experience. In the blackness, I start to see colors. Maybe it’s a lack of blood to my brain, but I like to think of it as pure Slave Space, and it gets me through the long periods of sucking.  A trance will go like this: like on that afternoon, I’m not able to touch my Master. So, the only contact I have with him is his dick filling my mouth. And if you discount the hard concrete under my knees, I’m not touching anything in the world. All that connects me to the earth is that dick. I’m like a balloon floating on a string, and the dick keeps me anchored to reality. It fills me completely, and when he pulls it out I feel strangely empty. It gets to the point where I *crave* Dave’s cock -all I can fantasize about at night is the next time that he allows me to taste him.

It’s a big dick – I’ll get to more about that. So it’s hard to ignore. And it fills my mouth pretty severely. So after an hour of sucking, it’s like the whole world goes away, and is replaced by his dick. That’s all that exists. His dick, and my mouth sucking it. The place that the dick belongs. In and out, in and out. Oh sure, I do some fancy stuff too. I lick his balls, do some long sensitive licking all the way up his shaft. I mean, there’s a lot of time I’ve spent learning how to give a great blowjob. But usually it’s just hard face fucking, fast and deep.  So Dave’s dick: it’s not the biggest I’ve ever sucked, nor the widest. It’s about 8 inches long. It reminds me of a corndog, if you include the length of the stick. I can take “everything-but-the-stick” in my mouth very comfortably. And that’s where the problem is: there’s still another two or three inches to go. Four inches if he sinks his dick all the way down to his balls, so his public hair is mashed into my upper lips. And then we’re in gagging territory.

I don’t like to, I don’t even like sucking dick at all if the truth be told. But I especially don’t like that choking feeling where it seems like I can’t breathe. Like I’m going to puke. Because Dave’s dick can hit a spot in my throat that’s *real* uncomfortable. Is there a G-spot for the throat? Or a prostate? If there is, that’s the spot he hits. Over and over again, whenever he wants to. The tip of his dick can jab at it, or can rub against it slowly. But whatever he does, that spot make me want to puke. Maybe it’s the part that hangs down. the uvula? Anyway, he will start “nice” and just let me suck the head. But I’ve noticed that the guy’s a sadist: when he starts the real deep-throating action and I start to squirm and choke, his dick just gets harder and harder. He really gets off on that.  This is the part that turns a nice blowjob into torture. Dave shoves his dick roughly into me. It’s worse when I have my hand tied behind my back, because then I can’t pull back. Not that I’d try to pull away anyway – that’s a sure recipe to get my ass beaten black and blue for sure. But when I have my hands free, at least I have the illusion that I’m in control, that I could somehow guide Dave’s speed or rhythm. Slow him down. Make it so he doesn’t hit That Spot. I’m like a limp puppet – all I can do is try to calm down and ignore the tears building up in my eyes. That’s all I can do, except for course, keep sucking.

There’s been some worse scenes he’s put me through. Tied to a table, that’s pretty bad. It’s so I can’t turn my head, or even lift it up at all. And there’s a fear that I’ll puke, and since I’m laying down, it will be a real mess. There have been blowjobs where I’m tied to a chair, tied over a table, a sawhorse, in a sling. He’s invited friends over had had me blow them while he fucks my ass. I think we did four guys once for a party, and every hole and hand I had was continually in use.  But this afternoon, I’m just on my knees. He didn’t undress except for taking off his shirt, and his dick is pulled through his jeans and boxer shorts. This is actually a blessing for me, since the heavy fabric of the jeans makes it so he can’t shove his dick *all* the way down my throat. I’, spared about a half-inch, I think. I can smell his boxer shorts are a little bit pissy. Maybe he put himself away before he was finished – or hell, maybe he did that on purpose so I would smell him today while I blew him.  The zipper on the jeans keeps hitting my cheek. It’s rough and sharp, and I hope it’s not gouging into his dick. I’m sure he’d let me know if it was. He sure slaps me pretty hard if he feels any teeth. That’s not actually true – sometimes Dave *likes* teeth. When he gets close to shooting, he likes a little pain. The first problem is, the pain makes him lose his hard-on and my blowjob torture is just extended for a longer period of time. The second problem is that it’s up to me to figure out when to use my teeth, and when not to. Those slaps can be pretty hard.  And there’s the other problem about sucking a dick through a pair of jeans: I can’t breathe every second or so. When my nose is buried into the boxer shorts or the fly of his jeans, it cuts off my air supply. This is another part of the blowjob torture, and one that Dave like very much. Between feeling like I have to puke and trying to do a good job, I get a little high form the lack of air.

Sometimes, Dave buries my head deep into his crotch – his hands on the back of my head mashing my face into him. I struggle a little bit, though I know I’m not supposed to. But there’s a natural “running-out-of-air” reaction I get. A couple of times, Dave has held me there a bit too long, and I’ve passed out. Once, I woke up on my back, and Dave was still fucking my face while I was unconscious. I woke up with a dick in my mouth, not something every slave can say.

But today, I just gasp for breath a little on each upstroke. I try to breathe my nose or through the sides of my mouth so the blowjob doesn’t stop. Yeah, that’s the difficulty – the blowjob never stops. So, I’m continually on the edge of having no air. I’ve tried relaxing, slowing my breathing, even some Zen meditation techniques. But they haven’t really helped. I mean, people tell me I should relax my throat muscles more and it won’t hurt as much, but Dave’s dick is so huge that I don’t think that would improve things.  Dave’s threatened to knock my teeth out so I’ll be even better at giving blowjobs. I think he’s joking – but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it. A “toothless pussy,” he calls it. God knows he’s pissed down my throat enough times. He likes to fuck my face, piss down my throat, and order me not to swallow. Then, he will fuck me some more using his piss as lube.  But Dave insists the best lube is that throat slime that comes from puking. On purpose, before I go see Dave, I won’t eat anything for breakfast or lunch. I’m too afraid that one of these days, everything will come right up. And Dave would probably not notice, or worse, not even care. So, I’ve always got an empty stomach, just in case. However, that doesn’t stop me from gagging. I don’t know what to call that slime from my stomach. “throat mucus”? My stomach lining? Whatever it is, it’s acrid and bitter. And Dave loves to feel it in my mouth, because he knows that’s I’m struggling. Besides, he says, it feels good and slick (for him, at least).  As you can expect, I sometimes get hard while all this is going on. Well, when some of the pain or uncomfortable things are happening I get soft again. But there’s a slow cycle of getting aroused and having my dick go down. Dave doesn’t let me touch myself, so other my hard-on is pressing uncomfortably in my pants.

Worse, sometimes Dave puts some ball stretchers or chastity devices on me. He has this one with sharp metal spike on the inside of a leather tube. When I wear that one and get an erection it always draws some blood. And that’s another form of torture – no matter how hard I try to not get erect, my dick always betrays me. It’s like I love this stuff even though I hate it at the same time, know what I mean?  And Dave eventually shoots. He can shoot five or six times a day – probably more, but he’s always kicked me out the door before we’ve gone that far. But he never shoots because I’ve done a good job – that’s what frustrates me. Instead, he’ll eventually pull out of my mouth and jack off. shooting the cum on my face or in my open lips. Or on my chest, or back – I don’t think there’s any part of my body that hasn’t been drenched with his cum and/or piss at one time or another. Though I usually have to lick it up no matter where it lands.

Sometimes he’ll fuck my ass for a while, then resume the blowjob. I think it’s disgusting to suck his dick after it’s been in my ass, but I always make sure I’m clean. And besides, it gives my mouth a rest for a while, even if he can hurt my asshole as much as he can my face with those hard and fast strokes.  There’s other things Dave does to me: whippings, beatings, floggings, spankings. He owns my ass and balls and dick as well. But he always seems to go back to blowjobs. He says it’s the only thing I’m any good at – just a mouthhole for sucking. I guess he’s right – I’ve got enough practice doing it. and I imagine I’ll get a lot more practice in the future. And I’ve got a goal: one of these days I’ll suck him until he shoots in my mouth.

THE END

Metalbond would like to thank Mudcub for giving his permission to share his story here. Contact Mudcub at stories@mudcub.com.