Surprise

Surprise

Together we walked down to the basement where I had been preparing my surprise.

We had been down here together before, of course. We worked together to design the general aesthetic of the sex dungeon I had built and it was aleady pretty good as far as sex dungeons went. It had concrete floors and a ceiling of exposed beams supporting the floor above, a bank of lockers on one side, a shower area separated by a low wall on the other, and a simple table with a bench in the center. We'd already had a little fun down here with that bench and table, just to break it in, but tonight was going to be different. For weeks I had been building down here and now you were going to see the culmination of my secretive efforts.

It was dimly lit. Mostly dark with one bright light in the center, illuminating the table. The ceiling now had a steel beam spanning it and mounted on that beam was a heavy duty yellow hoist with a single chain hanging from it's center and a long loop of chain hanging from one side. Attached to the single chain was a rig of pulleys on a stout yellow frame with four chains hanging from it. The whole setup was hanging next to the table which was piled with a set of leather harnesses. You stepped up to the table and began to inspect the supple brown leather. Already your heart was beating fast.

"This looks complicated," you said with a smile as you fingered the snaps and buckles.

"It is," I said. "Get naked and I'll help you put it on."

You could sense the subtle change in my attitude. Still playful, but decidedly firm. You liked it. Obediently you stripped from your clothes, noting that I had warmed up the room to be comfortable while naked. Stripped completely nude, you stood in the dim light, the feeling of the rough, gritty concrete on the bottom of your feet heightened by your stark nudity. I pulled my shirt off as well, leaving me in jeans and work boots, and began to strap you into the harnesses. There were two that went around your upper arms and two that went around your thighs, all with hooks attached to their back side. Finally, a leather collar that cinched your wrists together behind your back. I attached the chains to the hooks on your upper arms and thighs and stepped over to the long loop of chain.

"You ready?" I asked, hand on the chain.

"Yeah, I'm re-"

I spun the loop of chain and you were hoisted into the air with shocking suddenness causing you to cry out in surprise. Of course this was exactly what you expected to happen, but you didn't expect it to be so fast and so smooth. I had clearly done some research designing this rig. I attached a final pair of chains from your ankles to the hooks on your upper arms so that you were trussed in the air with your legs spread and your knees bent.

"Oh, I like this," you said with a smile.

"Shut up bitch, no one gives a fuck what you think," I said flatly.

The smile disappeared and your jaw dropped and eyes went wide. I had never spoken to you like that before. Of course you knew it was just an act, but I sounded so believable. I had spoken so matter of factly, so plainly. Not harsh or mean, on the contrary, it was just stated simply as a passing mundane fact. Your heart began to race.

"Okay, let's test this thing out," I said, as though I were on a job site.

I lifted your ankles into the air and suddenly the true genius of the setup was revealed. It was a pulley system that leveled in two directions so that you could be tilted forward and back and rotated about an axis down your spine. As I lifted your legs in the air the chain smoothly adjusted so that your head was lowered and your ass was brought right up to my face.

"Holy shit!" you gasped.

"Hm, this ass and pussy are looking pretty good," I said, almost bored.

I gave your ass a hard spank and then began to finger your already wet pussy with no warning whatsoever, sliding my fingers in deep and probing your wet little slit.

"Oh! Oh my god," you moaned as you squirmed in your bindings. They were comfortable but tight and effective. Pull as you might, there was no escaping.

I continued fingering your pussy. Your back arched with a sharp intake of breath as you felt a surge of cold liquid on your asshole as I squirted a liberal stream of oil from a plastic bottle onto your tight, exposed, little butthole. The liquid flowed around your ass and over your pussy, lubricating everything. I started rubbing your asshole with my thumb as I fingered you, rubbing harder and harder until my thumb slipped right into your tight ass.

"See, I'm gonna fuck both of these holes," I explained. "So I need to get them good and ready."

I continued rubbing and probing, hands everywhere, in all the private places. There was no hiding from me. Your ass and pussy were just there, out in the open for me to use as I liked, and there was nothing to do but surrender.

"Yes, YES!" you moaned, your nipples hardening and your toes curling. "I like that so much. It feels so goo-"

I spun you fast in the air without warning. You screamed as your body wheeled around 180 degrees, and stopped suddenly with a gasp as I caught a hold of your hair and pulled your face close to mine.

"I thought I explained that nobody gives a shit what you think, slut," I said, my face so close to yours you could feel my breath. My grip was hard and mean, your neck strained and your eyes looked wide at mine. But my voice was still calm and even. "I don't care if you like it. I don't care if you want it. I'm going to do whatever I feel like."

I unbuttoned my pants one-handed, still gripping your hair, and pulled out my already hard dick. The tip was gooey and dripping as it throbbed and bounced.

"Let's put that slut mouth to better use," I said, and pulled your head down fast, making you gasp again.

Your ass flew into the air as your face came down to meet my cock. You opened your lips wide without being asked and I immediately shoved my cock in and began to fuck your mouth deep. It felt incredible and before long I was moaning and growling luridly with each thrust into your throat. After a while I pulled your face back up to mine, now glistening with spit and precum all around your lips.

"You like it when I fuck your mouth like that, bitch?" I asked as I rubbed my thumb over your wet lips and past them onto your tongue.

"Yes master," you said breathlessly.

"Master?" I repeated incredulously. "What am I, Aladdin?"

You laughed hard but I stopped you short with a quick slap to the face, forcing another gasp. It wasn't hard, but very shocking and your eyes went wide for a moment just before I yanked your head back down and shoved your mouth back onto my dick. This time I grabbed your hair with both hands and pumped your face hard and fast, muffled squeals and moans escaping your lips between breaths. When I pulled your face back up to mine it was flushed and sweaty. The precum and spit had spread all across your cheeks and your chin was dripping as you gasped for breath.

"This is reality, not some stupid fantasy," I said plainly. "You call me 'Sir'. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," you whimpered meekly.

"Good girl," I said."Now ask me to fuck your mouth again."

"Please fuck my mouth sir," you requested obediently.

Down again went your face onto my cock and again came the wet gagging noises of your throat being fucked. Your ass looked good as it bobbed in the air, oily and glistening, and I felt a passing urge to touch it. Keeping one hand on your head I reached out with the other, gave one round ass cheek a hard squeeze, and then slipped my middle finger directly into your well lubed little butthole. I could feel your excited moans on my cock as I slid my finger in and out of your ass, admiring the way your little rectum tightened up as my finger slid deep, and the way your body squirmed suspended in midair.

After a while I pulled your head off my cock and leveled your body out. Walking around you, I took a moment to admire what I had created. The way your back arched while you hung there and your perfect tits jutted forward. The look of your sexy ass reflecting the dim light and your pussy dripping and oozing literally all the way to the floor. This was a work of art, a thing of absolute beauty, and I savored the sight of it.

"I think I'm gonna fuck you a bit," I declared.

"Yes please," you pleaded. "Please, I want to get fucked."

"Shut up, slut," I said, spanking your ass hard enough for you to let out a little yelp.

"Yes sir," you added quickly.

"Of course I'm not JUST going to fuck you," I said, walking over to one of the lockers. "That would be boring."

I opened the locker and produced a thick buttplug with a cord leading to its vibration controls. I brought it over and pressed the tip of it against your asshole, lightly at first, but with increasing pressure. Your ass was so well lubed and already so reamed out that in no time at all the plug popped right in, eliciting a deep, sultry moan from you. I clipped the controls conveniently onto one of the chains and flipped it on, immediately twisting the intensity to maximum. Your back arched in a violent spasm and you screamed loud.

"That's too much!" you yelled in exasperation. "TOO MUCH!"

I responded by mercilessly spanking your ass repeatedly, causing your toes to splay and your body to shudder. I grabbed you around the hips and pulled you back, impaling your wet pussy on my throbbing cock and hammered down five hard, pounding trusts, each one forcing out a scream. Then I quickly turned the vibration down to a slow rumble and eased my pace til I was fucking you with a nice steady rhythm. Your body heaved as you slowly caught your breath, your legs trembling in their harnesses as I fucked you.

Your pussy felt amazing on my dick. Warm and wet, and I could feel the plug vibrating. I could tell you liked it too by the way your pussy tightened around my cock and the deep moans you let out with each slow, deliberate thrust. I quickened the pace and you began to squirm in your bindings.

"Oh shit," you whimpered. "I'm going to co-"

"Don't you DARE fucking come without asking me, slut!" I commanded.

"Can I come?" you squealed out as I continued to drill your pussy.

"Hell no, bitch," I said. "I barely even started fucking you."

"Please!" you squeaked desperately. "I can't help it. I'm going to-"

I grabbed you around the throat and pulled you close, still fucking you from behind. The feeling of my breath against your ear turned you on even more, but my instructions were deadly clear.

"I swear to fucking god, if you come without my permission I will turn that plug up the the max and leave you here all night, you understand? You better hold it back."

"Uhn! I'm TRYINNGGG!" you stammered out. "It just... feels... so... GOOD!"

I pulled my cock out and switched off the buttplug just as you were about to lose control. Your whole body was covered in sweat, heaving and panting.

"What you need is a change of pace," I said as I grabbed a hold of your throat and walked briskly to the other side of the room, dragging your suspended body in tow. I rotated you so that you hung sideways and then threw you up against the low wall that separated the shower area. I lowered the hoist a little so your head was at dick height while your body was level, and then I pressed your head against the wall and shoved my cock into your mouth again. With your head backed against the wood paneling like that I could grab ahold of the top of the wall and really fuck your mouth well. The first few thrusts prodded at your esophagus, causing muffled gagging sounds to escape your lips. Then I leaned into it and pushed my cock forward. You looked up at me wide-eyed and the determined look on my face told you that my dick was about to go down your throat, one way or another. You took a breath through your nose and opened up as wide as you could, feeling my cock slide all the way down, impossibly deep, invading your throat as my balls and lower abs pressed up against your face.

Your body shook and your heels kicked at the wall behind you. You couldn't moan, or scream or even make a sound. My cock filled your entire throat and tears were streaming from your closed eyes. Just as your body began to shudder and you thought you might pass out, I pulled my cock from your lips, leaving you gasping in panic breaths.

"That was good," I said. "I like the way your tits bounce when you shake like that."

I pinched your wet nipples and gave them a little tug.

"Let's do that again," I said, and then shoved my cock back down your throat. Deep inside I began to move it back and forth just a litte, fucking your tight throat. Before long, your whole body began convulsing with gagging motions. I pulled it back out, streaming thick lines of drool to your wet lips, and began to slap it across your face repeatedly with a 'fwop, fwop' sound in sync with your gasping breaths.

"One more!" I declared cheerily, and once again forced my cock down your throat, straight to the balls. I switched the buttplug back on and turned it up halfway and then produced a magic wand vibrator from behind the wall, switched it on, and held it up to your pussy. Your whole body began to quiver like electricity was coursing through you. Your eyes were wide, every muscle tensing and flexing as your throat tightened and spasmed on my cock. The motion of your body was so violent that it became difficult to hold you still and, with a great effort, you managed to pull your face away from my cock, immediately screaming at the top of your lungs.

"FUCK... FUUUUCK!" you screamed with reckless abandon. "OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO FUCKING COME! PLEASE LET ME COME, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I NEED IT!"

"You do, don't you?" I queried languidly. "I understand. Little sluts need to come. Let's go ahead and do that."

I pulled you off the wall, keeping you sideways, and moved around behind you. Keeping the wand pressed against your clit I slammed my cock into your dripping wet pussy and began to fuck you hard and fast.

"Go ahead and come on that dick, if you must," I said, pounding away like a jackhammer.

You screamed loud over and over, but soon your cries became moans. At first high pitched, but before long they stretched to become deep, heavy moans, rippling through your body as your legs shook and your toes spread wide. Over and over you moaned like that, until, with your last moan you seemed to let out all the breath you had in you, and then slumped like a limp rag-doll in your harnesses.

I pulled away the wand and shut off the buttplug, pulling it from your gaped asshole.

You weren't sure how long I left you like that but it seemed a long while. Time seemed to lose meaning. Finally I walked around in front of you and lifted your face in my hand.

"Sweet little slut," I said lovingly, "was that good?"

"It was so good," you stammered weakly, your eyes barely open and your face slack with exhaustion.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I loved it," you said breathlessly.

"Well that's good, because it's not fucking over yet!" I shouted, spinning you 180 degrees until you found yourself face to face with Chris' hard cock. You didn't even know he was in town, now he was standing naked in front of you.

"HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE-" you cried out, but before you could continue Chris thrust his hard dick between your lips and began to fuck your mouth. Simultaneously I rammed my cock into your pussy from behind, and together we began to fuck you hard from both ends, Chris grabbing you by the hair and me spanking your ass red. After about five minutes of that I signalled to Chris and we both pulled out and spun you 180. I stuffed my cock into your mouth and Chris began hammering your pussy from behind, slipping his fingers into your puckering asshole.

For the remainder of the evening we switched like that, fucking you from both ends repeatedly like a mindless sex toy. Sometimes we turned you sideways so we could reach down and rub your clit. Occasionally Chris reamed your ass with a dildo while fucking you from behind. You came over and over, not bothering to ask permission any longer since your mouth was almost always filled with cock anyway. Your pussy sloshed and your ass gaped and winked.

"I think I'm ready to come," Chris finally said at length while fucking you from behind.

"That's good," I said, "bring it over here."

I grabbed you by the hair and pulled you over to the table, pushing your face down firmly against it so one cheek was pressed flat against the surface. The rough, dry wood felt foreign against your skin. For so long everything you had come in contact with had been slick and wet. Chris and I began to stroke our cocks before you and the sight turned you on more than you expected. You wanted that come.

Chris was the first to unload. First an explosive blast that splashed against your upper lip and teeth, forcing an involuntary twitch of surprise and introducing the familiar taste of warm semen. Then a long stream against your cheek that pooled up and flowed down into your open mouth and over your tongue. Next I erupted, just as he was shooting his last. The first splash sprayed all across your face, like water flicked from fingertips, and quickly a second just like it. Then a forceful blast directly into your open mouth, followed by a final drop onto your temple. You moaned whorishly and licked your lips, savoring the taste and the feeling of it tingling your mouth and tongue.

I released you from the table back up into the air and there you hung, spinning slowly, glistening all over with come dripping from your face in streams. Muttering incoherently and breathing softly in satisfaction.