The crack of the sleek riding crop blistered the silent darkness and echoed off the concrete walls as it hammered another violent battery on the hard, throbbing penis that was its target. The owner of the tortured cock made the only other sound detectable in the gloomy darkness, in the form of muffled grunts and cries; responses to the assault on his manhood that might otherwise have roused the dead if not for the fat dildo gag lodged in his mouth and down his throat, securely locked in place and preventing all but the primal sounds such as the kind coming from the bound, captive man.
The perpetrator of the pilloried manâs suffering was a tall, shapely and very cruel dominatrix. Her jet-black skin and voluptuous curves never ceased to make men drool, and she loved it. From the time she had grown into young womanhood, Julia was constantly barraged with the attention of men, many who, in their lusty zeal would offer to do anything to be with her. A variation of âBaby, you are so fine, Iâd do anything to get next to youâ was something she had heard on a daily basis. As she got older, through her college days, she began to wonder what it would be like to actually make these fellas live up to their claims. Soon, she had sexual fantasies about forcing men to do all kinds of things â unspeakable things â just to please her. She even began to fantasize about making men endure anything that she wanted to do to them just for her pleasure.
Julia Hicks had never really been conscious of her sadistic desires, but somehow, perhaps by some kind of erotic osmosis, she had, in a very short time, grown into a practicing, if not a lifestyle, dominatrix. By day she was a popular disc jockey (or âair talentâ in the current jargon of the radio business) at the powerhouse Hip Hop station in town, shouting out props and keeping it real with her warm, engaging and witty banter. By night, she was Mistress Julia, a cruel, sometimes savage domina, with the only shouting out occurring when her victims werenât quite so thoroughly gagged as the suffering supplicant now before her.
âI said that I wanted this piece of meat soft, bitch! I told you that if you couldnât, or wouldnât, control that thing of yours, Iâd do it for you!â she scolded as another crack of her crop made contact with the bruised flesh of her slaveâs cock.
âDo you remember what my orders were, huh?â Julia growled. âYou were not to cum for two weeks, remember? Well, slut, it turns out that you were able to handle that assignment. I can tell when you are lying, and I can certainly tell when that dick of yours has been jerked off. I was proud when you came here today, knowing you had endured a fortnight of sexual tension and frustration at my request.â
Looking her captive right in the eyes, her face close enough to kiss, Julia continued. âI had planned a nice reward for you â a nice slow ass fuck with my new strap-on, with you being allowed to release all of that pent-up need as I maul your prostate. But you fucked up. You, slave, fucked the whole thing up. And do you know how?â she barked, âby showing up here with an erection! Damn, damn, damn, damn!â
With that she pulled away and slammed her crop once again on his battered manhood.
âI want it soft now. SOFTâŠNOW!â
Her suffering supplicant would have liked very much to see his cock go flaccid. He couldnât understand why it was so hard, nor could he plead for mercy, or even ask for a little reason from his tormentor. After all, everyone knows that cocks have lives of their own, he thought, often getting hard at the least opportune moments and, all too often for some men, not getting hard at the most opportune moments. All he knew is that he wanted to cum, and for that pleasure, he had to endure this indescribable torment if he was to remain a slave to his gorgeous mistress.
What Ethan Lewis didnât know was that his raging hard-on was not just the product of his 14-day abstinence, but also one induced by the Viagra Mistress Julia had spiked in the mineral water she had offered poor Ethan twenty minutes earlier just prior to having him pilloried. Julia laughed at the thought of her cruel deception. âBut what the fuck?â she thought, âthis is my game and I make the rules.â
Tears were streaming down Ethanâs face as Mistress Julia turned her gaze to meet his just as she administered another violent â what would be the last, though Ethan couldnât know that â to his suffering cock. âLooks like you canât follow orders, slave,â she offered in an angry purr.â Too fucking bad forâŠâ
As she looked down at her target once again, she saw its hardness seem to seep away as it meekly retreated â offering its surrender â into a state of small, humble softness, as if finally broken.
âMy, my, bitch. It looks like a little bit of torture goes a long way. Maybe you are finally understanding some basic realities, as in you get hard when I say so, and you get soft when I say so. Itâs really pretty simple. Now, maybe, I've got both of your heads on the same page.â
Stepping toward Ethan, Julia wiped a tear from his blotched cheek. Reaching down, her head barely touching his bruised meat â just a finger tip grazing the surface of his flaccid member â a wince of pain emanated through his gagged mouth. âOh, baby, it hurts so much. I can only imagine. But now I want to give you your reward. So, Ethan, do you still want to cum, huh? Do you, whore?â
Ethan tried to nod, and managed to wiggle his head just a bit. Shaking tightly from side to side, Ethan was trying to signal his mistress that heâd rather wait for his reward. He was tired, beaten, bruised and so head-fucked that he just wanted to go home, or perhaps to the E.R. But Julia had turned away, not looking at all at Ethanâs response.
âEthan, it was silly of me to ask you about letting you cum right now. Of course you want to, and I think I want you to as well. After all, little boy, you have earned it. However,â the beautiful, dark sadist said, as though the thought had just crossed her mind, âI wonder how youâre going to get any pleasure from your cock, you know, with it being so black and blue. Well, just the same, you handled the two weeks and took your punishment, so I say its time for you to enjoy a really nice release.â
Laughing cruelly, Julia untied Ethan from the wall, assisting his tired legs and walking him to a padded wooden sawhorse just to the left of where he had just been pummeled. She pushed Ethan so that his stomach was directly on top of the structure, then tied off his limbs so they were as wide apart as possible. Approaching his head, Julia took Ethanâs face in her hands and began extracting the cruel gag. âOh, I know, Ethan, how much you like having big cocks like that in your mouth, but you really canât suck dick 24/7, can you?â she laughed. âWhile you work your jaw muscles back into place, Mistress is going to prepare your reward. I can only imagine how much pent-up fucking cum youâve got backed up in those balls. Iâm tired of wondering, so what do you say we find out, huh?â
In a move that was very unorthodox for âMistress Julia,â but one she particularly enjoyed in her vanilla life, when a handsome record rep. or adoring fan tickled her fancy, and her clit, Julia got on her knees, wedged her head right to the spot where Ethanâs flaccid dick was now resting, and began to suck it. Ethanâs member was smaller than then those of the black studs she occasionally pleasured in this way (âGod,â she thought, âI really like big dicks in my mouth,â though she could never say such a thing to one of her subs) but she purposefully wrapped her pouty, full lips around the bruised head and began to fellate Ethan.
