BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (8 page)

The crowd
cheers.

The next
blow cuts into my proffered balls, lifted to the whip’s onslaught. I scream
this time. The crowd goes wild. Sensing my weak spot, Spirus goes in for the
kill. He beats and beats my trembling cock and balls. My ears are filled with
white noise, and somewhere in the cavern of my skull, I’m screaming
unstoppably.

I hear the
words, “Enough! You’ve done far more than twenty, Spirus!”

The whipping
abates. My genitals are awash with flame. I hang limply from the beam. My penis
wears the reddening marks of the whip. I can’t see my balls, which feel as
though they’ve been doused in an ant nest.

Spirus
smirks at me. His cheeks are red and his chest heaves with exertion. I take in
every feature of his peasant face, imprinting them forever in my memory.

I will
not forget this. Although I have let you do this to me, I will not forget this.

“Wash him
and bring him to my tent,” King Jai says.

Hands cut me
down from the structure and I fall weakly into Spirus’s arms.

*
* * *

In a tent
surrounded by guards, I lower myself painfully into a tub of steaming hot water
and allow the sting to subside in my wounds. I close my eyes, letting the pain
wash over me.

“My prince,
let me bathe you.”

I open my
eyes. Before me is a beautiful woman with long, dark hair to her waist. Her
blue eyes are large and alluring. Her naked breasts are encircled tightly by
decorative chains so that they jut out prominently. Her areolas are dark and
pointed. Another sparkling chain hugs her slender hips and sends a strand to
cover her pussy. Because the chain is so thin, only her clitoris is covered,
and even that, barely. Her hairless pussy lips are completely exposed.

“You speak
as though you hail from my homeland,” I say in wonder.

“I do, my
prince. My name is Tia. I am but a captured slave from Tarsk.” Her eyes shine
with devotion. “I have heard tales of your splendor.”

 I shake my
head. “And now I’m a captured slave, just like you.”

She bows her
head. “I’m sorry, your highness.”

A moment of
silence passes between us.

Tia steps
into the water with me. Her golden skin glistens in the soft lamplight. “My
prince, I am tasked with bathing you. Let me soothe your wounds.”

She begins
to scrub my back gently with a cloth. I wince as she rubs my buttocks and
thighs. As she cradles my abused cock and balls in her hands, her eyes are
filled with tears.

“You did not
do this to me, Tia,” I say gently, stroking her face. “Don’t cry.”

Soundlessly,
she dries me. She bids me to lie down upon my stomach on a bed. Then she
massages a sweet-smelling balm into the welts on my back, buttocks and thighs.
When she has finished, she turns me onto my back. 

“Forgive me
for hurting you.”

“You’re not
hurting me, Tia.”

I let her
ease the cool balm into the red marks on my cock and testicles. She strokes it
in with her gentle fingers, taking care not to make me wince.

“They’re so
cruel, my prince.”

“It’s all
right, Tia. I can take it.” At home, she would have been one of the slave girls
I’d take to bed. But I have no interest in anything at the moment.

She
hesitates. “Forgive me then, your highness, but I am ordered to decorate you.”

I am
immediately wary. “In what way?”

Tia trembles
as she shows me several gleaming objects in her palms.

“Lie back,
my prince. I will not hurt you.”

“What if I
refuse?”

“Then I’d be
beaten and raped.” Tia’s eyes are large and pleading in her beautiful face.

I regard her
for a long time, and then I sigh, nodding my assent.

“I need you
to be erect, my prince. Do I have your permission to suck your cock?”

After a long
while, I say with an air of resignation, “Yes.”

She lowers
her head and takes my cock into her mouth. I am so huge that her mouth is
stretched to its limit. She sucks my cock gently but insistently, taking care
to avoid my angry whip marks. Soon, despite my misgivings, my shaft is hard in
her warm mouth.

She slips my
cock from her mouth. She then clasps a beautiful bracelet around its base,
circling my balls. The penis bracelet has a clasp at the top that is shaped
like two opposing golden eagle heads. It is attached to a teardrop pendant made
from silver that dangles from a circlet, the latter into which she slips my
cock. My genitals are squeezed snugly by the entire ensemble.

In my prone
position, my cock is stiff against my abdomen. It is so long, its head abuts
against my belly button.

Tia raises
her eyes to mine. “You will get used to this, my prince.”

She shows me
a small metal stick connected to a golden hoop.

“What is
that?” I say, concerned.

“This is a
penis wand.”

The stick is
thin, hollow like a reed, and as long as my finger. My apprehension mounts as
she lifts the tip of my cock from my stomach.

“What are
you doing?” I say, touching her hand, which is curled around my shaft.

“It will not
hurt, I promise you, your highness.”

Gingerly and
with great care, she inserts the slender and very cold wand into the small
aperture at the head of my penis. I can’t help but clutch at her forearms in
distress as she navigates it in. The sensation is strange, and yet not
uncomfortable. She pushes it all the way in and clasps the golden hoop around
the glans of my cock to secure it.

“You are
beautiful, my prince,” she says breathlessly.

Giving me
her hand, she helps me to stand. My cock and balls are very obviously displayed
in all their finery. The golden hoop circles my penile head like a tight drum.

But Tia is
not finished with me.

My nipples
are large and protruding, and so she clips a ring around each of them.
Beautiful teardrop pendants similar to the one below my shaft dangle from the
rings. She fastens studded bracelets with iron hoops around my wrists. Finally,
she clasps a similarly made collar around my neck.

It is clear
my attire is that of a sex slave.

My spirits
sink to new depths.

Tia hooks my
wrist bracelets to each other so my hands are tied behind my back. She secures
a long chain to my collar.

“Come, my
prince. They will now lead you to the King’s tent.”

Spirus
enters our tent and takes a long, admiring look at me. “The rumors of his
beauty are not unfounded. What a prize he will be amongst the men.”

“He is not
for the men,” Tia says curtly.

“Not yet,
you mean.”

She glares
at him as she places her hand on my back. Spirus pulls at the chain attached to
my collar. I am led, stumbling, out of the tent.

“Be gentle
with him,” Tia says.

Outside,
soldiers and servants pause in their tasks to observe me as I pass. Titters and
guffaws ripple among them. Tia follows behind us, giving anyone who would make
a jibe at my expense a look that would slay dragons.

We reach the
largest, grandest pavilion of them all. It is decked in red and saffron yellow.
We enter.

Inside, more
than ten naked and semi-naked slaves throng the interior – both men and women.
All wear leather collars and wrist bracelets. All are beautiful and nubile. The
women wear clamps on their nipples – these in turn are connected to each other
by iron chains. Their clits or labia have been pierced by jeweled rings and
hoops. Strands of huge black beads trail from the assholes of the male slaves,
and the skins of their scrotums have been similarly pierced by iron rings.

They look up
as I enter.

A trickle of
dread runs down my spine as I view them.

Is this what
I am about to become?

King Jai
sits upon a luxurious divan, his thighs spread. He is completely naked. His
monstrously-sized cock – as thick and long as a ballista – sits upon a velvet
pillow. Two female slaves are bent over it, their hips high in the air. They
lick the shaft and head, running their tongues across the hard red flesh. A
male slave sucks at the King’s right nipple, and two more female slaves play
with his long, braided hair.

“Ah,” King
Jai says as soon as he sees me, “my fair enemy arrives, as splendid as the sun
god himself.”

In the
center of the pavilion, several chains and leather slings dangle from the beams
supporting the cloth ceiling. Spirus unbinds my hands. He raises my arms and
shackles my wrist bracelets to a thick chain overhead. Two other male slaves
proceed to lift both my legs. They harness my knees into slings. My thighs are
strapped wide apart.

Once again,
I do not resist. I do not protest.

By allowing
them to do this, I will survive.

I am
suspended from the ceiling, hanging from my wrists and knees. My decorated cock
points like a swollen finger towards King Jai.

He gets up,
the slaves scuttling away to give him space. He strides to me, his massive cock
bobbing. Even though I’m deathly afraid, I can appreciate the magnificent lines
of his heavily muscled body, gleaming with oil in the yellow lamplight. He is a
lion pacing in a den – every inch of him exudes strength, masculinity and
invincibility.

If I were a
woman, he would make me go weak at my knees.

But he is my
enemy, and I am his slave. The thought of him possessing me sends shudders
coursing throughout my entire body.

He inspects
me all around. I can feel the heat emanating from his flesh.

“Beautiful,
beautiful,” he murmurs as he caresses my cock with its embedded wand. He
fingers the tip of the wand that appears at the apex of my penile head, shoving
it further in so I can’t help but squirm.

“Ah, you
like that, don’t you?”

He tinkles
the teardrop pendant hanging above my balls, and tugs at my dark pubic hair. He
twists my nipples rings, causing me to grimace in pain.

Beside me, I
can see Tia shuddering like a filly. I lock eyes with her, pleading with her to
keep still lest someone punishes her for it.

Stroking the
red marks on my whipped buttocks, King Jai positions himself behind me. I tense
as he places the tip of his huge cock at my anal rim. My anus puckers, as
though it too is aware of the oncoming assault.

“So tight,”
King Jai says, breathing into my neck. He places his hands on my hips.

Without
warning, he swiftly penetrates me. He is so huge, the pain is instantaneous and
blinding. I feel my asshole being ripped in two as his cock slams into me like
a battering ram. I cry out, my entire body struggling to get away from this
brutal impalement. I am filled like he has promised – so filled, there is not a
fraction of space between my rectal walls and his shaft. Every part of my
asshole is maximally stretched.

King Jai’s
fingers pinch my ringed nipples as he begins to pound into me. All my bodily sensation
is concentrated in my asshole. I can feel every movement of his gargantuan
penis as it fills my rectum to the hilt. His massive balls slap against my ass
cheeks. His cock is so deep inside me, its tip goes beyond my rectum, up to my
inner passages.

I have a
sudden dizzying vision of his cock pounding inside me all the way up to my
throat.

I am
splintered in two, rubbed raw as my tight ass is expanded beyond its limits.
King Jai spares my virgin asshole no mercy. His strokes are brutal and rough, eliciting
grunts from my mouth. My entire body is clenched to lessen the pain in my
asshole. Tears flood my eyes.

The slaves
are silent, all bearing witness to my humiliation.

“You will
learn to like this, beautiful boy,” King Jai says in my ear.

I don’t know
how long he continues to hammer into me, but numbness begins to spread
throughout my rectum. I feel as though I’m an inverted nail. I close my eyes,
letting the pain ebb into a rhythmic tide. He continues to fuck me and fuck me
until I’m lured into a drowsy torpor. Everything around me becomes hazy.

Then he
stops inexplicably, his cock still deep inside me.

I open my
eyes. My face is slicked with sweat. Tia’s face is pale and her eyes never
leave mine.

King Jai
says, “Spirus, we will teach him to enjoy pain together with pleasure. We will
give him something he is more familiar with.”

“A woman,
Your Majesty?”

“Yes.” His
cock still warm and hard in me, King Jai points at Tia. “This one. She seems to
be overly distressed over the prince’s rape.”

Spirus and
two male slaves seize Tia. She gasps.

“No,” I say,
but they pay me no heed.

They lift
her in the air and spread her legs wide.

“Join her to
him,” King Jai orders.

Tia’s watery
eyes hold mine. Forgive me, my prince, they seem to say.

Spirus pulls
away the sparkling chain that runs down her clit to reveal her gaping vulva.
Holding her body in an almost horizontal plane with her legs cruelly splayed,
the slaves guide her quivering pussy to my stiff cock.

Spirus
seizes my bulging penis head – engorged by the golden ring and pierced by the
hollow wand – and inserts it into Tia’s warm and very wet pussy.

 Tia moans
as I enter her. A feeling of pleasure immediately suffuses my groin.

“Now slide
her back and forth,” King Jai commands.

He begins to
rut into my asshole again as the slaves slam Tia’s body into me, wielding her
like a weapon. Her pussy envelops my cock and squeezes it. I am aware of the
spectacle we present – the brute King sodomizing me from behind, and my own
cock gliding in and out of the captive Tia’s vagina. The slaves match Tia’s
rhythm to King Jai’s, so with each wave, I am crushed on both sides . . . then
released, and then rapidly crushed again. The penis wand is hard in my shaft,
and the ring only serves to make my head larger, as though it is a striking
serpent.