By submittor

i’m just the drool bucket for the Beast.

Staring up at Him, mouth forced open, drool overflowing from my bucket of a mouth. He’s growling now, animalistic grunting, straining, bearing it, enduring the suffering, seems to be thriving on the challenge, sweat from his brow flowing onto my face and the drool is never ending. The voices grow louder, our captors returning. i can’t see them but hear them approach, three sets of footsteps. They start to stroke the Beast, he shudders at their touch.

‘Hows it going big fella? Five hours, reckon you deserve a break’

i’m ignored, just his bucket after all, as they start to release him from the brutal hogtie, unclip his tits from the clamps connecting us. i can only imagining the pain as his limbs are released, the pain in his back finally relieved, stretching. They spit into his open mouth, slap him a couple times to make him focus. Still gagged, he grunts angrily, stares at them, defiant.

i notice for the first time that his cock is in chastity, must be agony. i can’t help wonder how long it has been locked like that, how much has he endured. My own pathetic cock still stands proud and purple, not locked but tied, just as helpless, unreachable.

The Beast growls as they take off the chastity device and attach a thick chain collar and leash around his neck. They roughly jerk him forward until his mighty cock is tantalisingly close, inches from my open mouth.

“Time for your reward, Beast. Dip that cock in the drool bucket, make your own lube, may as well use it!” He doesn’t need telling twice and thrusts down to the back of my throat, making me gag, retch … he pulls out with slime dripping from the shaft. Meanwhile they quickly untie my legs and pull them over my head, hole stretched open, exposed … oh fuck!

The Beast is pulled round till his cock is tickling my hole. He is pushed down until His strong arms straddle my head, now we are staring at each other, his gagged mouth once again drooling into mine. He sneers at me, smiles evilly, snorts. They tie a wide leather strap around his waist, this seems to surprise him. Reins are attached to the back of the leather, held by the men.

‘Yeah Beast, guess you’re real horny after all this time locked up. Go on, Beast, fuck that cunt, plough that hole!’

He doesn’t need telling twice and i scream (or rather gargle through the drool) as He drives into me in one brutal thrust. He is like a machine, relentless, pure fucking power, quick, hard, deep. The drool is like a waterfall now, the sweat spraying everywhere. I see his eyes roll up in his head, mindless pleasure, so close … and then suddenly it is gone, his cock from my hole. They have pulled back on the reins, controlling the Beast, who roars in frustration.

The men laugh, “Not so fast, Beast, take your time.” He is fighting the reins but the strength of the three men is too much … just. They wait a couple of minutes, amuse themselves by kicking me in the balls, seeing if they can make my cock go down, they can’t. One walks round and pisses in my mouth, not just a drool bucket now but their urinal too. it overflows of course, covering me in strong yellow piss … a filthy pig.

When they are ready they loosen the reins, “FUCK” is all they shout … and the Beast does. Does it understand that this is a sadistic game for them? Does it believe that eventually they will let it shoot? Or is it just a mindless animal the urge to fuck, to cum, overpowering every rational thought? Because just as he seems about to shoot they of course pull him back again. The same roar of frustration, the same laughter.

He stares angrily at me, panting, drooling, as if somehow this is my fault! Fuck man, i’m just the bucket here … the fuckhole!

And so their game goes on, until my hole is red, swollen, sore. The Beast fucks, the Beast is denied, the Beast grows more furious, untamed, wild, nothing else but the need to shoot … out of his mind. Many times it feels as if i might cum too, untouched … any second, His cock pounding my sensitive prostate, but they seem to be aware of this too and he is always stopped before either of us can reach climax.

After about an hour of this, an hour of torture and torment for us both, they pull his arms up, handcuff them behind his back. He screams, really fights now, trying to break free as they pull out a hose and spray his desperate cock with icy water to get it down. it takes a long time and we are both covered, shivering, before it finally shrinks enough to get the chastity device back on. Poor fucking beast, so near yet so far. i wonder when he will get another opportunity … if he will get another opportunity.

They drag him over to the dungeon wall, cuffs unlocked, replaced by manacles, fastened to thick rings, stretching him. His legs stretched apart and thick metal shackles attached and fastened so that he is standing, locked, attached to the cold bricks, still gagged.

“Get some rest, Beast. Tomorrow you get the chance to fight for freedom again, the chance to beat one of us into submission, to spend time as tormentor instead of tormented … if you really want to!”

As for me? i’m screaming for release, legs still over my shoulders, hole stretched and sore, gaping, pink, twitching, cock needy. They saunter over, surround me, stare down, start to spit, quick fire. One starts to stroke my cock, oh fuck yes! i’m going to cum … fuck … fuck … FUUUCK! NOOOOO! Of course they stop how could i be so stupid … They laugh at my frustration, my roaring.

“Get some rest too, drool bucket, it’s got an even longer day tomorrow!”

To be continued …

This story is by submittor and is posted here with his permission. You can read this story and many more on his Fetlife page, available here.