New Neighbour

Author's note.

This chapter continues where the previous one left off with Tom being dominated by Sir James. If that sort of thing offends then I humbly suggest that you skip the first page or two until Tom is safely back in Louise's house. Enjoy!

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I probably spent the next half an hour moving back and forth, forcing the huge dildo in and out and rhythmically stretching my balls. Unfortunately the movement wasn't effortless, the chair was heavy so it was like doing a bit of a sit up. My prostate was being worked over by the intruder and it felt amazing. The viagra had begun to kick in and my cock was like an iron bar. Pain radiated through my head and shaft as the array of spikes jammed into my flesh. I knew I wasn't going to be able to move fast enough to get close to an orgasm but I didn't care. I just wanted the lovely feelings inside to continue. Eventually I had to stop, my whole body was covered with a light sheen of sweat. My arse was sore and my balls were aching. But as my lust faded I realised how much my cock was hurting. The spikes were like daggers in my flesh. Each time my cock throbbed or twitched fresh jabs of pain shot through me.

Each beat of my heart seemed to send more blood into my already over full member. I began to regret my enthusiastic masochism. It was like someone had taken a pump to it and inflated it well past its limit. My balls ached horribly so I slowly leaned and got every part of the dildo in me to release the pull on them. The dildo moved across my prostate and my cock twitched involuntarily and agonisingly. My adrenaline had worn off, not so long ago I had been relishing these painful and erotic sensations. Now they were just painful, very painful. My smile had faded a long time ago now. All I could do was sit there suffering. The viagra had full possession of my cock and was intent on making my life pure hell. I couldn't stop the blood pumping in. I couldn't stop the twitches. I tried to clear my mind and achieve some kind of zen like state. I was fairly successful but it made no difference to my tortured cock. I didn't know much about the drug pumping round my body but I was fairly sure it would last for hours and hours. I thought back to all the times I had been bound and left overnight. It had seemed very frightening when Ma'am first locked me in her cell. I had felt very alone. I was used to it now, I knew there was always someone close by who would keep me safe from harm. Ma'am trusted James completely, I wouldn't be here if she didn't. So I felt safe, I felt cared for. I was in agony but still I felt cared for. It was an odd state of affairs.

But I wouldn't change it for anything. Sitting here in pain was pleasing James and Ma'am. When Sir James woke up he would get a rush as he thought of what was going on in his dungeon. Assuming I carried on making him happy, I would go back to Ma'am with pride and she would be proud of me. I was a sub and proud of it. Everything that happened to me was part of my training. Everything that happened made me a better sub, and that made me better able to please the people who mattered to me.

I suffered all night for the pleasure of others. I couldn't ignore the pain but it gave me strength. I had a few darker moments but my mind always took me back to pleasing others. It was my mental comfort blanket. At some point during the night I noticed that my cock had softened a little, easing the pain. A part of me was disappointed but mainly it was a relief.

I became aware that Sir was in the room with me.

"Morning boy."

"Good morning Sir, how are you?" was my muffled reply.

"Good, thank you for asking."

His fingers curled around the end of my cock and slowly moved across it. I hardened immediately and gritted my teeth.

"That feels good doesn't it boy?"

"Yes Sir."

He carried on for a few minutes until with an enormous sense of relief I felt the teeth being removed. There was a fresh wave of pain as the spikes left my tortured flesh. Sir began to masturbate me. His strong fingers gripped hard where the spikes had been. It was agonising and deliciously arousing at the same time, but the arousal slowly overwhelmed the pain.

"Move."

I leaned into my bindings and the monster slid deep inside, I pushed back and out it came, each large ball stretching me as it passed. My arse was sore and my balls ached but his hand dominated my thoughts as it squeezed and moved up and down my rigid shaft.

"Faster."

I tried to respond pushing back and leaning forward as quickly as I could. The dildo thumped into me again and again as his hand worked my cock. My passion grew quickly and soon I was moaning with lust. I was getting close, my breath whistling through the nose holes. The dildo hurt but gave me a lot of pleasure. My moans increased in volume as I neared my orgasm. As I forced the dildo in and out, it suddenly dawned on me that he had stopped masturbating me. My cock was trembling with desire but no longer getting any stimulation. I had been so close, the dildo by itself wasn't going to be enough. My moans were born of frustration rather than lust now. Sweat poured off me as I carried on fruitlessly pumping the dildo in and out. I heard him laugh and I whimpered.

"Stop."

I relaxed, breathing hard. I knew he would never allow an orgasm and I was slightly ashamed by the gusto with which I had carried on fucking myself.

The hood was removed and I was given some water. He began taking off the numerous straps that held me. As instructed I gingerly stood, the dildo impaling me stayed inside due to the narrow neck. Almost immediately he moved behind me and slipped a leather arm binder up to my shoulders. He laced it very tightly and various straps went around my chest, waist and shoulders, effectively fusing my arms tight to my back. I started to wonder if he had something against my shoulders as they had taken a lot of punishment. The leather ball stretcher was still attached so he fastened it tightly to the end if the arm binder, cruelly forcing my sore balls behind my arse cheeks. This had the secondary effect of pressing into the end of the dildo, forcing it even further into me. A leather sleeve was wrapped and laced tightly around my shaft, he was careful to leave my head exposed. This was also pulled harshly behind with my balls. Along with my sore testicles, my glans formed a neat, red and shiny triangle.

"Knees, then fall forward."

I gingerly got to my knees and rocked into his hands. He placed me face down on the floor before moving behind me. He went to work on my ankles with a lot of rope, my knees were pushed apart and before long my ankles were very securely held across each other forcing me to keep my legs apart as finally he secured my ankles up by my arse via the waist strap. I was very effectively frog tied, barely able to move any of my limbs. The final part of my bondage was something I hadn't seen in the flesh before but had seen in many femdom videos, a large ring gag complete with a head harness.

"Open."

I complied instantly and he forced the two inch ring between my teeth before tightening the leather harness around my head. He stood over me.

"Perfect."

With that he marched out of the room, retuning shortly with a couple of cushions and his phone. Walking to the corner of the dungeon, he sat down on the cushions, made himself comfortable and spread his muscular legs.

"Worship my cock boy."

I stared at him blankly. He was three or four yards away and I couldn't move. I thought for a second, maybe I could somehow wriggle over to him. He had his head down and was typing away on his phone. He lifted it up and took a photo of my predicament.

"Louise will love this."

He smiled and carried on typing.

I rocked my shoulders and twisted my body from side to side. OK, so I could move but it was pitifully slow. Every time I flexed my body and legs, extra pressures were placed on my arse. The dildo moved inside as I literally inched my way across the floor to Sir. My cock tried it's best to get hard but it was held, bent round behind me. All that happened was that blood pumped into my head through the tight sleeve surrounding it. I heard him laugh out loud.

"Louise thinks you look lovely boy. I agree."

It must have taken me twenty exhausting minutes to get across the room. Saliva was dribbling out of my mouth and my jaw was aching. He spread his legs as wide as he could anticipating my incredibly slow approach. He was at half mast as my shoulders bumped into his inner thighs. I twisted my head trying to get his member in my mouth but without my lips it seemed impossible. I stuck my tongue out and did my best to lick his cock. It was clumsy but he began to get hard. I arched my back and craned my neck as far off the floor as I could. I just manged to get him in me and as I relaxed he slid home. It was only then that my predicament occurred to me. His cock hardened and I realised that I probably wouldn't be able to get it out again without his help. I still had my head back a long way but he was deep in my mouth. To compound the problem I could already feel my neck and back protesting. Before long I was going to have to relax, at that point I would be deep throating him whether I liked it or not.

I decided to get on with worshipping his cock right away before fatigue set in. There wasn't much I could do with my jaw held wide apart and my hands in the binder. My tongue was pressed against the underside of his meaty cock so I bobbed my head as best I could and used my tongue in a side to side motion. Each time my head went down I tried to take a little bit more down my throat. Memories of yesterday hit me, I took him then, so I could take him completely now too. His bulbous head slid easily down as I increased the length of my bobbing motion. Almost instinctively I just relaxed and let my head go, my nose hit his abdomen as his full length filled my throat. My airway was completely blocked off but I didn't care. It was an amazing feeling having his whole cock buried in my mouth and throat. Add in the fact that I was thoroughly bound and a wash of submissiveness flowed through me. I came slowly up for air, my tongue working on his shaft as I moved up it. I could just about pull back far enough to get my tongue to his sensitive frenum. I flickered quickly across it while drawing breath before allowing myself to plunge back down on him. I wanted his cock fully in me, there was no thinking, no hesitation, just a need to take him in. I purposefully nodded my face quickly, squashing even more of him in and out before coming back up.

"You were born for this boy. You're a natural."

At this moment I had to agree as I grabbed some breath and pushed down as fast as I could. His cock throbbed deep in my throat and my saliva dribbled down his balls. Using all my strength I pistoned my head up and down as fast as I could. Somehow I picked up on the fact that he was breathing hard, getting close. It wouldn't be long now as my head fell down on his rigid member again. I pulled back again but suddenly I felt his hands on the back of my head. I couldn't move. His cock filled my throat and I wrestled instinctively in my bonds, trying to get my head away but he was way too strong. My chest heaved a couple of times and his hands relaxed. I shot up off him and gasped for breath but he powerfully jammed my face back down before I could grab a proper lung full of air. He held me down until I started bucking in my bonds. He crossed his fingers behind my head and pressed his palms into the side of my head.

"Let go boy. I'm in charge."

I understood. My submissive nature was so strong at this moment that I just relaxed. He had my head in his powerful hands and he was going to use my mouth and throat as he saw fit. Somewhere deep in my subconscious I recognised that there was nothing I could do to stop him but it seemed like I made a conscious decision to give myself over totally to his dominance. Sometimes he held me down until I was on the brink of suffocation, sometimes he pulled me back so I could use my tongue on his glans. Most of the time he just face fucked me. He changed speed seemingly at random, long slow strokes followed by hard sharp movements. I didn't care what he did, all that mattered was my compliance to his will and my joy in his pleasure. His cock was trembling but suddenly he stopped. He put an big hand under my chest and pushed me off him and quickly loosened the head harness until he could get the ring gag out. Then the face fucking continued. Now I could use my lips on his shaft so I sucked as best I could. He held me high on his cock making small movements to allow my tongue and lips free reign on his fat cock head. It didn't take long before I heard his tell tale groan and he came into my mouth. I desperately tried to get more of him in me as he came. I don't know why, but it seemed like the right thing to do. It felt like the submissive thing to do. My mouth filled with his glorious cum and I greedily swallowed it as quickly as I could. He held me tight as he shuddered through his climax. I was moaning even as he relaxed, wanting more of his lovely cock. His arm slid under me and lifted me then he wriggled back to allow his cock to flop out of my mouth. I had just enough energy left to arch my back and lift my head to look up at him. He gazed down at me, I couldn't read his expression. He reached to his side and picked up his phone. I watched as he sent a text.

"I've just asked Louise if I can keep you until you have to go back to university. That's in about a week isn't it boy?"

"Yes Sir."

"If she agrees you will be mine for a while yet and I can get to work on you properly. That would be a lot of fun."

"Yes Sir, it would."

I was scared. I was excited. I don't know what I was. Another week? I couldn't imagine what that would be like but I could feel my cock trying to break the tight leather sleeve. His phone pinged. He looked at the message and smiled. I waited nervously.

"Well boy, it looks like the wine I ordered will be delivered today between two and three this afternoon. That is good news!"

I stared at him for a second, then laughed.

"Yes Sir, that's great news."

He laughed too.

"Nice to know you have a sense of humour Tom."

"It's gallows humour Sir."

He laughed again.

"Making me laugh only makes me more sadistic."

I was about to make a smart reply when his phone pinged again.

"Ah, it's from Louise."

He paused for a second, it seemed a lot longer to me.

"I'll read it out for you, it says 'if he has been a good boy then I will have him back, if not, you can keep him for as long as you want.'

He stared at me. I had saliva all over my chin, my hair was matted with sweat. A chill ran through me. He typed a swift reply, got up and walked away.

I let my head fall to the floor. Had I been a good boy? I thought I had but I couldn't be sure. Yes, I had been a good sub. What more could I have done? I had given myself to him without reservation. As my submissive high wore off I became aware of how much my arse hurt. The huge dildo was still jammed inside me. My balls were aching badly too. By the time Sir was finished with me they would be hanging down by my knees. I thought about what had just happened. Sir James had fucked me and I had loved it. I had sucked his cock and loved it. He had fucked my face and I had loved it. In each of those scenarios I had begged for more. I had wanted him deeper in my arse, deeper down my throat. I had felt some embarrassment occasionally but I had gone for it without hesitation. My search history on my computer would reveal a lot of nasty kinky videos and photos but they all involved a man being dominated by a woman. Had I been lying to myself? Had I been resisting something? I didn't think so. Maybe I had behaved like a cock slut to please Ma'am? That was part of it, I would do almost anything to make her happy and the thought of letting her down filled me with dread. But it definitely wasn't the whole story. Maybe it was because he was a man. Maybe as an essentially straight man, submitting to another man felt like the ultimate in submission. It added an extra level. I didn't think I could ever be in a relationship with a man because plainly speaking, I just wasn't attracted to men but I had felt incredibly submissive at some points during my time with Sir James. I would talk to Ma'am, possibly to Sir too if I got the chance. I was sure they would have some insight.

Back in the present I was very uncomfortable in this frog tie. I really needed this beast out of my arse.

He came back into the room and I wondered what evil plans he had in store for me. He briefly cleaned my face then slipped the usual hood over my head. Ma'am had a similar hood but his was different. It was thicker and tighter, it might have been made to measure as it fitted me perfectly. I already had a love hate relationship with it. I loved the tightness, how it pressed down on every part of my head. But it also made me feel claustrophobic and slightly panicked. Possibly the fear associated with it was because something very intense had happened every time it was on. He moved a few bits of rope around behind me then suddenly smacked a short, thin cane across my exposed testicles. It wasn't a hard hit, but it didn't have to be as they were held tightly by the stretcher. I gasped as the pain lanced through them. He hit me again, and again. He paused for a few seconds. My swollen glans was trapped next to my aching balls. This was his next target and the cane sliced down across my slit. I jerked violently in my bonds, I had never experienced pain there before and it was shocking. I squealed and strained my bound body. The huge cock moved inside creating more discomfort. As with my balls, he smacked my cock three times. I was keening in agony. Keeping me guessing seemed to be a favourite ploy of his and before I had calmed down I felt a lubed finger slide down between my head and my balls. It went a couple of inches before slowly withdrawing. Down it went again, it felt amazing. My genitals were held tightly together so there was quite a bit of pressure as his finger slid down the groove at the back of my glans and across my frenum. The slippery friction was gorgeous and blood pumped strongly into my bound cock. The feeling was similar to trying to get hard in the cage as the blood didn't have anywhere to go. My cock pulsed against his finger as he drew it slowly in and out. My cries of anguish were quickly replaced my moans of lust. The end of my cock was still stinging but the pleasure easily overwhelmed that. He had taken me from agony to ecstasy in thirty seconds and with just one finger. I wanted to thrust my cock at him somehow, but I could barely move. I grunted as his finger vanished then shouted again as the cane struck. He hit the sides of my balls and cock this time. Again there were multiple hits, again it was agony. I was tensed waiting for the next strike when his finger started working its magic again. I groaned.

"Pain or pleasure boy?"

I had just enough sense left to know that this might be a trick question. After all he was a sadist, and as such he derived pleasure from hurting others. His finger carried on sending waves of pleasure through my swollen head.

"If it pleases you Sir, then I would love more pain Sir."

He obliged instantly and my balls exploded as the cane made its mark. Three more hits. I was gasping for breath and sweating again.

"Pain or pleasure?"

"Pain please Sir."

He changed angles and landed a blow along the length of my slit. I screamed, it felt like my cock had been sliced in half. The second strike in exactly the same place took my breath away. My whole body shook in agony. I lost it on the third blow. I screamed and threw myself around as best I could to try and escape. I felt him press down between my shoulders to hold me still. He waited for a minute.