All characters 18 , consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Please be warned this part may not be suitable for all audiences.

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It was difficult to tell time in abject darkness. In the place where silence and visual nothingness met the seconds felt like hours, the minutes like days. Simon’s brain felt petrified; how long had he been here?

He felt around him, grabbing and tugging on the metal cage forcefully, the bars too thick to bend even slightly. The cage door rattled hard, the heavy pad lock clanging out in the dead quiet room. Slowing his breath, Simon released the cage and fell back into the uncomfortable part he was leant up against, his body already suffering the effects of being cramped and contained within the horrid box.

Unable to stretch out his body tensed, his muscles aching almost as bad as his grapefruit sized balls and stretched urethra.

As he painted, his breathing rapid and fearful he realised, in a roundabout way, this was the first time he had been left alone and uncaged in days, weeks even, perhaps longer, Simon just didn’t know. Trying to calm himself, he focused hard on his breathing forcing his mind to steady and his lungs to slow their intake.

In and out.

He breathed a deep breath, the air smelling stale and recycled, likely growing thinner with oxygen with every inhale. Regardless, the ever horny Simon fumbled around for his dick, careful not to bump his immensely swollen and bruised nuts, a simple graze by his hand, enough to make him cry. Slowly and surely he ran his hands down his body and found his dick in the darkness, taking it into his awaiting hands.

Wasting no time he began to stroke, finally able to enjoy his own genitalia after so long in confinement. Each deliberate stroke was long and powerful, his grip tight and firm.

He stroked in a sensual rhythm from base to head, paying special attention to his extra sensitive frenulum, the sensation of orgasmic pleasure building deep in his near destroyed balls. The feeling was eye-rollingly good, Simon moaning aloud, unbothered by the prospect that anyone would hear him, after all the room was soundproofed.

Stroking faster now he kept going, faster and faster his grip tightening to a near death grip, his muscles now tensing not from being awkwardly constricted but from the budding pleasure that built rapidly in his balls, stimulating and rocketing through his thick, veiny shaft.

“Uhh fuck oh fuck.” He said aloud, taking his hand up the shaft, playing almost exclusively with his dickhead, the jerk off motions short and highly focused around the dickhead.

The method and means of achieving orgasm was unorthodox but it didn’t seem to matter as the pleasure wave rose fast, grabbing each and every receptor that would listen, firing all at once; igniting Simon’s mind and soul with sexual fire, he came. He came hard.

With a jolt the spirit of pleasure left his cock, feeling as though it gave him a hug across each and ever square inch of his body, his cock not shooting the load but dribbling it out quickly, the residue pouring out and down his fat dick, pooling between his cramped legs. Breathing heavy, Simon pushed his head back into the cage, sighing for the first time a breath of relief.

Suddenly, Simon heard the door’s heavy locks becoming undone, the creak and groan of the door instantly recognisable. It slowly swung open, bright orange sunlight beaming it, the beams too strong for Simon, who shielded his eyes from the direct gaze of the ball of flame.

Jackie was still preoccupied pushing the door fully open. Taking this time Simon looked down at his handiwork only to scream a blood curdling cry.

His semen was not pure off white like normal, but now was an eerie reddish pink, blotches of his own blood staining his load, his dick still dripping cummy blood.

Walking in, her cowgirl boots smacking against the floor, Simon looked up, shielding his eyes partially from the sun, the visage of Goddess Jackie partly obscured by the sun.

“Rise and shine sleepy heads. I see Benny showed you how to pass the time.” Jackie said off handedly, Simon turning in the cage to see Benny still slumped in the same position as before, his tight gimp mask obscuring his eyes, ears & mouth, only a nose poking out even indicated a human was beneath that pile of latex. Curiously, Simon reached for the gimp mask’s facial strap, seeking to remove it.

“Don’t do that.” Jackie barked, walking closer to the cage.

“Why not?” Simon said defiantly, almost bratty.

“Benny isn’t much of a looker…anymore. He can’t stand the sight of his own face.” Jackie retorted, unlocking and removing the padlock from the cage, opening the door with an inviting swing.

“What happened to him?” Simon said cautiously turning away and poking a nervous head out of the cage.

“Let’s just say, plastic surgery is hard without the right tools.” Jackie said smiling, messing up Simon’s hair with a playful hand, before latching a thick and heavy metal choker chain to his neck, a heavy-set chain-link lead running from it to Jackie’s hand.

She pulled on it tightly, the leash constricting Simon’s airflow momentarily, causing him to spit and grunt like a wounded dog. Jackie pulled him hard by the leash, practically yanking him to the opened doorway.

Scared to stand upright Simon followed shortly behind on all fours, racing out of the room with unbridled glee; free at last.

Outside now he smelt the pine and forest decadence. He smiled as the sun hit his pale skin. He turned, still on all fours towards the towering Goddess Jackie. Forgetting his place he called out;

“So how long did you have me in the—“ Simon began before a powerful boot to the head from Jackie disoriented him. The kick knocking him squarely to the ground, a daze falling over him.

“Doggies don’t talk. They bark, and whine and pant for a drink. C’mon Simon, let’s go for your morning walk.” Jackie said as if referring to a domesticated pet she had had for years.

Despite the degradation and humiliation, Simon complied, fearful for his Goddesses wrath lest he disobey. She pulled hard on the leash tightening his collar further and further as she made her way far in front of the crawling Simon.

He quickly jostled and made his way forward, the sharp sticks, fallen tree items and other woodland things digging into his hands, knees and legs. The walk was not long as once he rounded one side of the sadistic box he was pulled around the other side and again once more, completing a filthy and humiliating loop of his new forever home.

“I used to walk Benny but that old dog doesn’t have the same get up and go as he used to. I might have to put him down.” Jackie said offhandedly as the pair stared through the trees off of Jackie’s property, the suns glow strange, Simon wasn’t sure if it was rising or falling. Interrupting the near beautiful moment Jackie tightened her grip on the leash, she pushed an evil heel into Simon’s back, the tension building in the choke. Practically lynching Simon, Jackie held the choke for what felt like an eternity, Simon’s lungs screaming for air, his head feeling like it would pop.

As the taught leash was loosened, Simon gasped a deep breath, Jackie leading him back toward the evil box in the woods. Stopping before the door, Jackie lightly tugged on the leash.

“Have a drink before the walk ends lovely.” Jackie said, gesturing to a steel bowl unseen by Simon, the kick to his head to blame for his lack of attention to detail. Instinctively, Simon cupped his two hands together and began to lower them down to the water.

Before he could do so, Simon felt a tremendously powerful kick connect with the backside of his nuts, their fully exposed nature a critical design floor.

Simon practically leaped like a frightened frog, a demonic hollar left his body as he crumpled to the earth below him, screaming into the dirt.

“Get up you big baby.” Jackie ordered swiftly, pulling the leash tight once more, raising Simon to be on all fours again despite his clear and obvious cries against it. Taking no time at all, Jackie launched another perfect placed kick into the back of Simon’s balls, the one place his balls weren’t bruised or bruising so far, which was soon about to change.

Falling in a heap, Simon clutched his two grape fruits, Jackie allowing him the privilege of rolling over onto his back, his balls looking massive, almost to the point of needing to be drained of fluid. Rolling around in tremendous agony on the earth my, dirty floor, Jackie pulled him up, despite his best efforts and pelas to remain curled up.

“C’mon Simon.” Jackie began, patting the side of his head reassuringly. “I have to get going soon, so drink up before cage time.”

Unable to push the pain out of his mind completely, Simon’s eyes closed firmly, the pain making it hard to see, Simon lowered his head to the doggy bowl and began lapping up the warm water. Disgustingly, his mouth soured and puckered as his eyes opened to meet the liquid looking back. Simon nearly gagged as the bowl of piss ebbed and flowed, Jackie pulling hard on the chain to discipline Simon back to drinking.

With each pained mouthful Simon’s tears hit the bowl, only adding to the liquid level he was forced to drink. Lapping it up like the good dog he was Jackie encouraged him from above;

“Good boy, drink all my piss. Every last drop. If you’re lucky I’ll let you eat my shit later.”

Simon pushed through, nursing two ever purpling balls, the damage no longer able to fully heal and repair on its own, the balls likely needing professional care. Simon kept drinking pushing his ball pain from his mind as he focused on drinking down the warm, awful liquid.

It tasted so tangy, so acidic, like a highly concentrated apple cider vinegar. To his dismay, like the pathetic dog he was he licked the bowl clean, his bladder now full of his own piss as well as Goddess Jackie’s.

Simon looked up from the now glistening bowl to see Goddess Jackie smiling at him. Gently now, she led him back into the darkened box, past the chair and back to the entrance of the small cage, Benny still limply breathing in the cage, unbothered by the commotion around him.

Kneeling below a paused in contemplation Jackie, Simon surveyed the room before the light was snuffed out, he saw surgical photos plastered on the walls and Polaroids of men he didn’t know or see hanging from a loose wire, the photos depicting images of such depravity Simon couldn’t gaze upon them for long.

Simon looked over to the potentially sleeping Benny, seeing his left forearm was the only part of his body not covered in latex, his cock and balls readily accessible via a large zipper. Across his forearm, a makeshift painful looking tattoo read the number 9.

Simon looked back at the Polaroids after mustering up the courage to do so, seeing number tattoos on some of the men within, the numbers in no particular order or sequence; what could it mean?

“S…do you want to go back in your cage?” Jackie said breaking Simon’s train of thought.

“No Goddess.” Simon said honestly, not thinking before he spoke. Worriedly, he tensed up, expecting a hard boot to slam into his balls any second, yet the sensation never came.

“Well if you stay out you’ll have to do something for me.” Jackie said, looking down at him.

“Anything Goddess.” Simon said, practically sitting up on his hind legs like a dog begging for the last stale biscuit.

“You’re going to hold a light for me. I have some light reading I need to do.” Jackie said unclasping the heavy leash from Simon’s collar. She didn’t bother undoing the collar, leaving it on him.

Jackie walked away from Simon, trotting over to the gynaecologist chair. As she got to it, she spun around and clicked her fingers, whistling a degrading note. Instinctively, Simon ran on all fours across the floor of the dungeon toward her, stopping inches away from her legs, bowing his head deeply, his lips now millimetres from her cowgirl boots.

“Get in the chair.” Jackie ordered, pushing her foot into Simon’s face to lift him upward. Scared he stood up on weary legs and with a worried mind he backed up into the chair, finding the coarse cushions comforting compared to the stifling cage where Benny resided.

Like the time before, Jackie strapped him down quickly, pulling the door to the torment room closed firmly. Simon’s brain rushed with terror as flashes of the horrific pain from before entered his mind, his mouth shot open, screaming in terror, wails of fear overtaking him, completely unable to hold them back.

With a hard slap, Jackie steadied him, grabbing his chin she looked at him, her red lipstick just as bright as the time before, whenever that was. Steadying the freaking out Simon, Jackie stared deeply into his crying eyes, her bright blue peepers steely with focus.

“I’m only going to say this once; you’re to hold the light steady and keep your noise to a minimum, I have trouble reading and I get VERY annoyed if I can’t finish my stories; ask Benny.” Jackie said, slapping Simon twice more, once across each cheek for good measure, the pain distracting him long enough for Jackie to grab today’s tool of devastation; another sounding rod.

Like before, she grabbed his fearful yet hard dick and shoved the rod down his tight urethra with malicious intent. Simon wailed and flailed, this rod had more girth and was longer, the pain however was almost exactly the same, no tolerance was able to be built up against it, it broke him down all the same. She pushed it down, and dragged it back up again only to push it further down, where it felt like it was knocking at and pushing on internal veins and areas which man was never meant to touch.

The pain was unbearable; his brain a mush of pain Simon began gurgling as the rod slid with finality into place. Quickly, Jackie grabbed something from the surgeon’s table and pulled it above Simon’s sounded cock; it was a lighter.

She flicked the ignition, the flint failing to catch the first few times before roaring to life, Jackie bringing the flame down atop an ever so tiny wick at the tip of the rod. Extinguishing the lighter the room now was illuminated by the sounding rod’s wick. The light lightly jostled as Simon’s ruined dick twitched.

“Oh shoot!” Jackie said as if her shoe was untied. “I left my book up at the house, hold on okay S, I’ll be right back.” Jackie said in a low-key almost causal tone as she walked up and pushed the heavy soundproof door open.

Sliding out from it and closing it behind her the darkness enveloped him, the only source of light illuminated solely by his dick wick. The rod felt as though it was heating up, a light burning feeling inside his cock began to grow stronger, the sensation horrid, like literal hellfire.

With no way to track the passage of time and the pain all he could feel, Simon did his utmost best to retreat into the far reaches of his mind and, for a brief moment contemplate the meaning of the numbers.

They were all so garbled and random; perhaps they were meaningless, perhaps they were to number her slaves or perhaps, Simon thought; it was a ranking system. A way to desígnate which sex slave was the apple of her eye.

It made sense, Simon thought, Benny, the only slave Simon had seen so far, of whom Jackie talked so highly of, was number 9. Surely the past few days of torment that Simon had endured happily would rank him close if not higher than 9.

Simon promised himself that, even if the numbers weren’t a ranking system that he would become Goddess’ Jackie’s number 1 slave; even if it killed him.

Ironically, he thought about the other Goddesses as the heat plume in his cock grew hotter. He wondered if they missed him. They had warned that Jackie played more intensely than they did and foolishly Simon didn’t heed their warning and yet, oddly enough, his time with Jackie was euphoric, a new normal he couldn’t describe.

It would only be truly understood to someone who had lived it. He felt okay in servitude to Goddess Jackie. If she pimped him out or gave him over to the other Goddesses to use he wouldn’t mind but he longed to be Jackie’s and Jackie’s alone; he hoped, as the fiery heat began to burn him that she felt the same.

Screaming and hollering the door opened finally, revealing Jackie, with a magazine tucked under her arm, something else concealed in her other hand, her tight white shirt drenched in sweat from running around her large property. As she entered she readjusted the rod, pulling the metal pole up slightly, the heat dying down, although the inner of his cock still felt as if it was burning at a low rate.

Persevering he tried to hold still, as Jackie flippantly flicked through the magazine. A few pages in she stopped, placing the magazine on the surgeon table beside her before standing up.

“I almost forgot. You’ve already been sounded so you’re semi used to this pain. If I want to test your ability to stay still I have to up the ante.” She said gleefully revealing to Simon a large piece of peeled ginger and a roll of duct tape.

With a smile she forced an unlubed finger into Simon’s unprepared asshole. Fondling around she poked and prodded him, stretching him with one hand as she readied the ginger root for insertion. As she pulled out her finger she slid the ginger root in its place.

The root immediately began leaking, the chemical reaction causing Simon to spasm wildly in terrible discomfort, the jostling shaking the only light source in the room, much to Goddess Jackie’s dismay.

With a huff she pressed on, ripping a large piece of duct tape off and placing it over Simon’s asshole. With another piece she fortified it. Again and again she sealed it in. Satisfied it was buried she grabbed her doctor’s stool and grabbed her magazine. Simon bit back screams and tears flowed down his face like a cascading waterfall, the heat in his dick and ass both different heats but both incredibly painful and discomforting. He wriggled and writhed. Hearing a purposeful huff from Jackie he tried his best to keep still.

“Hold that light steady dear, it’s hard to read, and I need to learn this for you.” Jackie said, patting Simon encouragingly on the knee like a grandmother would do to a small boy.

So Simon sat there, baking in mind melting pain, his body a human candle, flickering often as his Goddess in an unbothered focus kept on reading, flicking the pages eagerly as she grunted and made noises of surprised observation.

Simon tried his best to avoid screaming and to avoid screaming lest he disturb her, yet both options felt like they were mere seconds from occurring. As he felt the world around him dull, the familiar feeling of the night time setting in, his vision blurring, his head becoming too heavy on his neck, he looked over at the magazine Jackie was reading. In fact, Simon thought magazine was the wrong word; it was more a journal, a scientific journal that appeared to be abridged.

Simon only read the title of the journal before he screamed loudly, his bellow sending a gust of wind out, blowing out the light source. Fearful as the world went dark the words seemed so bright even in the darkness. The phrase embedded in his brain as he cried out. Jackie getting up to open the door. Simon screamed once more as the light entered the room, now illuminating the book’s front cover;

‘How to perform a circumcision’

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