SLAVE
Note: This is about a bisexual submissive man and his journey as he explores his sexuality. I put it in the fetish section because that seems to be the best fit. There is piss and scat. There is bondage and crossdressing. There is fisting. There is group, gay and bisexual sex. There is non-consensual and reluctant sex. There are even elements of reality, based on my own personal experiences with Mistress Kay. Yes, there really is a Mistress Kay. I'm writing this story with her approval. Mistress Kay, who fucks my ass sooooo good, and has the tastiest pussy and ass, and buys me pretty lingerie to wear. And I probably just overshared...
Ahem...
This man's journey is just beginning, much like my own. And I can't wait to see where both our journeys take us.
To all those who have commented, Thank You! To those who have been rather vocal about your dislike of this story, why are you still reading it?
On with the depravity...
Chapter the Ninth
I woke up the next morning, sore all over, in ways I hadn't hurt since I'd wrecked my car in high school. When I tried to roll out of bed, I started cursing. The pain was fairly bad, and I was instantly dizzy.
Mistress Kay came running into the room. "Dammit, you just lay right back down! You don't need to be moving around!"
"But I need to pee."
She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down. "I'm pretty sure you have a concussion, and probably some tearing in your rectum. Your ribs are at the very least bruised, maybe cracked. I don't want you moving until I check you out."
"Ok, fine. I still need to pee, though."
"Lay still." She knelt down and pulled the covers off my naked body. I looked down and saw I was a mass of bruises. She took my cock in her hand and smiled up at me. "Been a while since I've done this."
She took my dick in her mouth and waved her hand, indicating that I should start. I relaxed and let go into her mouth, feeling relieved as she gulped down my piss. When I finished, she stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "See? Who needs a bed pan?"
I laughed. It hurt.
She disappeared back into the kitchen, then returned with an ice pack and a mirror. "Here, take a look at your face."
I took the mirror and studied my reflection. Both eyes were black and swollen. My bottom lip was split and also quite swollen. There was a sizable bruise on my right cheek and a small cut above my right eyebrow.
I silently handed her the mirror and took the ice pack, gingerly putting it against the right side of my face. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "See why I'm worried about a concussion?"
"Yeah. The way my vision is blurring, it's a safe bet. I didn't think he hit me that hard. It didn't look this bad last night."
"Usually doesn't. I also brought a scope from the hospital. I want to make sure that sonuvabitch didn't cause any major damage up your backside."
I snorted. "Sure as hell feels like he did. I wasn't this sore after the horse cocks."
She nodded, obviously reining in her anger. She handed me a pill and held a glass of water with a straw for me to wash it down with. "Vicodin. Once it takes the edge off, I'll do the rectal exam."
I swallowed the pill. "Oh, joy." This was one of the very few times in my life that I wasn't looking forward to having something shoved up my ass. She gently examined my ribs. Lots of bruising, but nothing broken, fortunately.
An hour and two refills of the ice pack later, she had me roll onto my stomach. "This'll pinch a bit." She injected lidocaine carefully around my anus. The feeling as it took effect can only be described as strange.
Once she was sure I was numb, she lubed my asshole up and slowly inserted the scope. An inch or two inside got it past the numbing effect and it started to hurt. I groaned, but managed to hold still.
"I know it hurts. I'm only going as deep as those night sticks went. We need to be sure there isn't any tearing." I nodded and gripped the pillow tighter. A few minutes later, she eased the scope out and set it on a towel.
"Ok. Good. No tearing inside, just a bit right at the entrance. Lots of bruising, though. It'll be sore for a few days, but you'll be fine. We'll keep some ointment on your anus for three or four days, it'll help the cuts heal and help avoid infection. So for the rest of the week, no butt-fucking for you, slave."
I rolled back over, half asleep as the painkillers took hold. "Oh, alright. If you insist."
She patted my shoulder. "Go back to sleep. I'll check on you in a bit."
I was asleep before she cleared the door.
I found out later how she dealt with Sid and Frank.
The way she knew them was through the hospital, of course. Sid and Frank were well known as being the cops that would do favors for favors. They also had a rep for being unpleasant. Turns out their little outing with me wasn't the first time they'd taken things too far.
Kay was also friends with their boss, Lieutenant Kyle Harris. He kept the corruption in his department to a minimum, but was always aware of arrangements such as the one Kay had with Sid. In fact, he's the one that had set the whole thing up.
But when Kay called him to fill him in on what had transpired, Kyle was furious. This was the fifth time in less than a year Sid and Frank had fucked up like this. Just the day before he'd found out that they'd double-anal raped and severely beaten a 19 year old college girl they were supposed to be protecting from a gang. She was in the hospital in the midst of a nervous breakdown.
Protection agreements didn't exactly work if people weren't protected, after all.
Enough was damned well enough.
So Kyle set up a little surprise for the two abusive bastards. He had some old biker buddies of his grab Sid and Frank as they left their favorite bar one night. They were taken out into the country, stripped naked, beaten with their own belts and raped with their own night sticks.
When it was done, they were given a choice: Retire and get the hell out of town, or spend the next week getting more of the same.
They were both gone inside of three days.
