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Chapter 27 Over The Barrel
“Looks, like they started without you, Tom,” said Ray as he escorted me into the large room I recalled as the Reception Hall. I congratulated myself for remembering the room’s correct name from my eight-grade field trip.
The Reception Hall was almost as large as the Great Hall but not as grandly decorated. At the moment, the Slaves were crowded around in the room’s center. A quick glance showed one side of the room was filled with large chaise lounges. The other side contained a variety of furnishing I would come to know as the Club’s instruments of torture. I didn’t see Corrine or Jean in the crowd. It turned out the Pain Sling was located elsewhere.
I started to ask what had started without me but wisely decided to be more circumspect. “Pardon me, Master Ray but where are Cory and Jean?” I was learning quickly how to avoid getting my ass whipped.
“They’re in the Conservatory,” said Ray pointing toward a door in the sidewall of the Reception Hall.
“The music room,” I asked? My mind somehow associated Conservatory with music from the days I played Clue as a child.
“Yes, although the only instrument your wife will be playing is the skin flute. A few hours in the Pain Sling and she’ll be a whole new woman,” said Ray before ordering the Slaves to step aside.
When we reached the center, I saw Ted strapped face down and butt up over what I assumed was the Barrel. Barrel was not a particularly descriptive term for the apparatus other than a rounded part supported Ted’s mid section. I suppose you could call it a virtual barrel. At the moment, a fellow slave was sodimising Ted with surprising vigor given all the sexual activity of the day.
I was developing a deep admiration for the club’s attention to the design of modern sado-masochistic furnishing. I later learned the Master named Lenny, a mechanical engineer by education and trade, who owned a small fabrication plant on the outskirts of Indianapolis, was the genius behind them. I vaguely recalled Lenny and his wife, Gale, as one of the couples who participated in the finale of our initiation. So many couples had fucked me since I joined the club I’d lost count nor was I good at remembering names.
That brought to mind the time I spent on Lenny’s Love Bench being sodomised by numerous Masters while I ate their Mistress’s pussy. At the finale, Lenny had proved Corrine and my well-fucked anuses could take a fist albeit at the price of inordinate levels of pain as my rectum walls expanded to accommodate his closed hand. Corrine and I rationalized initiations were supposed to be difficult and even painful. I’d never been so thoroughly fucked out in my life.
The particular device confronting me at the moment was sold under the not particularly descriptive name Sodomy Barrel for a cost of three hundred ninety nine dollars. Its design provided an improved version over the Love Bench.
The designers paid attention to ergonomics. Height and angle of entry were adjustable. The footholds could be raised or lowered so a tall male such as Danny Boy could easily match his penis height to an average male’s butthole. Danny Boy had a clear, comfortable path to my asshole. Adjustable handholds permitted Danny Boy to propel himself against my rear with a ferocity that left my bottom bruised. The next day my buttocks were the same color as an eggplant.
Constructed of lightweight materials, it weighed less than thirty-five pounds but was remarkably stabile. Even with Danny Boy and me aboard, it hardly moved when he reared back and slammed his thick nine inches into my needy hole.
It could also be folded up and packed away in the closet so the children wouldn’t learn Daddy had a yin for taking cock up his ass.
Ted was spread face down with his rear pointed almost toward the ceiling. His ankles and wrists were encased in cuffs attached to nylon ropes connected to a system of pulleys. His legs were stretched wide providing unmatched access to his anus for the Slave mounted over his back.
According to the Web site, the Sodomy Barrel maximized access to the subject’s anus although in the case of a female subject, the vagina was also available. In actual practice, I never saw a female stretched across the barrel.
“Ride him, Steve. Fuck that ass hard,” shouted Anita enthusiastically from underneath the barrel where she was engaged in a combination oral and manual assault on Ted’s cock. Ted grunted loudly each time Steve slammed into his butt. Steve was fucking his ass with enormous enthusiasm while Anita did unpleasant things to his cock.
There was a tradition that the Mistress played handball with the Slave’s cock while the Master pounded his ass. It turned out the Club had numerous traditions such as new members try out the Sodomy Barrel and the Pain Sling first.
Steve was mounted on Ted’s posterior alternating hard thrusts of his cock with loud open palm slaps to his reddened flanks. Ted might have been able to protest more vocally were it not for the presence of a large cock in his mouth. A Slave I had not met had hold of Ted’s ears and was using them as handles to drive his fully erect manhood down his throat. Ted had a long skinny neck and you could see it expand as the cockhead traveled down his gullet. It was an awesome sight I found impressive.
“Hope you enjoy double penetration combined with cock and ball torture,” said Ray gesturing for me to lie down across a barrel immediately to Ted’s right. There did not seem to be much use in pointing out I had checked No by CBT on my profile.
Other slaves rushed to assist Master Ray in restraining me. Apparently, Slaves could make free use of their equals until the business meeting of the Master’s ended and they joined the Slaves in the Reception Hall. From then on, the Slaves were strictly for the Master’ pleasure and not permitted to enjoy one another unless so directed by a Master.
Ray adjusted the tension in the ropes until I felt my shoulder and hip joints were on the verge of dislocation. A mechanism balanced the tension so each joint hurt equally. Think of a starfish being ripped apart.
“By the way, your hour of barrel time does not begin until the Master’s arrive,” whispered Ray as he took my left nipple in his fingers and crushed it causing me to cry out. It was his way of wishing me good luck I suppose. After making a final check of my restraints, Ray informed the crowd I was all theirs and left.
He had barely turned to go before I felt an ominous presence at my rear.
“Ready to take the big one,” asked Danny Boy leaning over to whisper in my ear? He punctuated his question by slipping his tongue in the canal then licking around the surface. Two large hands separated my buttocks. Next, I felt the tip of a large finger probing my anus.
Underneath me, a mouth I correctly guessed was female was sucking my cock as her hands worked my testicles. It turned out the mouth and hands belonged to Adele, Danny Boy’s wife. She was a pint-sized hellion who loved both giving and getting pain. Her role was to make sure I didn’t enjoy having Danny Boy’s cock in my ass.
I answered with greater defiance than I truly felt. I was anxious to establish a reputation as a player. “Take your best shot. Fuck me long and deep.”
“Adele, Tom just said something to hurt my feeling,” said Danny Boy speaking in a voice indicating he was wounded emotionally.
“Be nice to my husband or I’ll make you regret it,” said Adele.
I screamed as Adele flattened by balls in her delicate little hand then executed a simultaneous twist and pull action that made me see stars. I honestly thought she was going to rip my testicles off.
“Adele is very protective. She knows how sensitive I am so be careful,” said Danny Boy as Adele resumed sucking me off with an amazing burst of energy.
I smartened up when I caught my breath. “Please, Adele, don’t hurt me. Danny can do anything he wants to me. I really love the big guy. Just don’t do that again, please. I’m begging you.”
“That’s more like it, Tom,” said Danny Boy wiggling his finger around inside my rectum then taking it out to stick it in my mouth.
I felt relieved when Adele once more wrapped her lips around my pecker head and probed my piss hole. I grunted as a large finger coated with lubricant slip deep inside my anus. Taking Danny’s finger in my ass was the equivalent of a six-inch cock. I moaned, “Oh yeah, that’s great,” because it felt good and I wanted Danny to know I appreciated his efforts. And I didn’t want to give Adele a reason to flatten my nuts.
There was no question I had become an enthusiastic sodomite. I was versatile though. I hadn’t hesitated when it was time to drive my eight inches down a protesting Greg’s Hershey Highway. I could pitch as well as catch. The fact he was supposedly an anal virgin and hated being sodomized added greatly to my enjoyment. It was at this point Danny Boy added some comments on his own sexual orientation reflecting his strong family values.
“There’s something very gratifying about ass fucking both man and wife in a single day. You’ve got a tight hole just like that raunchy slut you’re married to,” said Danny Boy using two fingers to stretch my anal ring as he squeezed lubricant in my cavern. “My anal experience includes both twin brothers and twin sisters. Have you ever approached sodomy from the standpoint of climbing the family tree?”
“No, I haven’t had a wide range of sodomy experiences,” I answered. “In fact, the Club has taught me how much I was missing.”
“I’ve also butt fucked, father and son and mother and daughter of the same family, a truly unique experience. I’d like to include three generations before my peter quits on me. A grandfather, father and son would be nice,” said Danny Boy working the lube around inside my rectum stretching out the interior. “Is your dad still living? Do you and that whore have any children?”
“My dad is very straight and Cory and I haven’t started our family,” I said imaging how my Dad would react to the idea of father and son sodomy. He would have never spoken to me again for mentioning it.
“Your experience seems pretty limited,” said Danny Boy as Adele proved beyond a shadow of a doubt she could handle eight inches. Her lips were moving from my tip to the base in long smooth strokes that ended with my cockhead being squeezed into her throat opening. Adele had talent.
“True, although I once screwed this girl’s mother I was dating. It wasn’t anal though. She actually seduced me,” I said recalling the time in college I went home for Thanksgiving with Margaret Lansdowne and her drunken mother took advantage of me in the laundry room.
“Well, you’re still young. Who knows what opportunities you may have. This is going to hurt. Enjoy,” said Danny Boy placing his manhood dead center of my sphincter as he took a firm grip on the Barrel’s handholds.
“Cory and I are honored you chose us to butt fuck. We will carve your notch high on our bed post tonight,” I said struggling to push back to get him inside me. I’d completely given in to the idea I enjoyed being screwed in the ass by men with big cocks.
“Speaking of Cory the slut, I heard she had a very tough day. Not only did Ray make her ride the rail for fucking up, the Masters gave her the full thirty plus she gets to spend the evening in Lenny’s Pain Sling,” said Danny Boy shifting his body so his cock was pressing against my sphincter. Danny Boy was taking his time and I was impatient to get his manhood inside my needy hole. “She is going to be one fucked out whore by midnight.”
“Yes, thanks to you. You made her late for her first session, a brilliant move on your part,” I said taking a deep breath to relax. His cockhead was pushing hard against my backdoor. I felt my anal ring begin to expand. A loud groan escaped my lips as I experienced the joy of anal penetration.
“A pain slut like Cory loves being punished especially when there is an audience. I could tell that immediately. She was probably disappointed they only gave her thirty. How many did you get?”
I answered five as I felt his cock head push inside my anal ring stretching it. I tried to picture how it looked as the thin ring of muscle stretched around the tip of his family-sized cock. I moaned when it slipped in me. I slowly exhaled hoping to relax my rectum as he powered his way stretching out the walls of my rectum.
“Oh Jesus Christ, that feels good,” I hissed as a wave of half pain and half pleasure welled-up from my abdomen. What’s the phrase? It feels so good it hurts.
“Five, you must be somebody’s favorite. Who did you service this afternoon?” said Danny Boy as his penis began its decent. Underneath me, Adele was proving Danny Boy wasn’t the only family member who enjoyed mixing pain and pleasure.
She had one of my balls in her mouth while her hand stroked my well-lubricated shaft. Her technique was maddening. Her mouth applied enough pressure to almost flatten my nuts as her fingers snapped together when her stroke slipped of the tip of my cock. Corrine later showed me on the Internet there was such a thing as an S&M blowjob that combined pain and pleasure in equal measure until the recipient was almost out of their mind.
Maintaining the conversation under those conditions wasn’t easy. “Nancy and Greg Watkins, we did some serious electro,” I answered trying desperately to control the pain I experienced in my rectum as it expanded to accommodate his oversized cock. It felt like someone was shoving a log up my ass.
But I was determined to show Danny Boy I wasn’t just another pusillanimous white slave unable to handle serious anal. “Fuck me harder, you big motherfucker,” I whispered as his cock maxed out somewhere in my large intestine.
“Put something in his mouth, Mike. He’s starting to bore me,” said Danny Boy to one of his two minions who were standing close by.
“Open up, Tom, and take your medicine,” said Irish Mike placing his semen dripping cock against my lips as he hooked two fingers in my nostrils and pulled hard toward the ceiling.
I licked off the drops forming around his piss hole then opened my mouth wide, greedily sucking hard as the column of hard male flesh slid over my tongue reaching my throat entrance. There was a moment’s hesitation before the spongy head compressed enough to move an inch into my gullet.
It wasn’t until the next day; I had a chance to reflect on the depths I had sunk to when it came to sex. A year before I had been straight heterosexual committed to a monogamous marriage with a beautiful and faithful wife. At the time, I rated my sex life as excellent. I had every reason to believe Corrine viewed matters identically.
Now I was stretched like a rubber band over a concave surface. A man the size of an NFL lineman was pounding his cock in my ass while his wife provided oral sex that oscillated between pain and pleasure to a maddening degree while another man’s cock was buried in my windpipe. At the same time, my wife was elsewhere engaged in an extreme form of sado masochism that had become a normal and expected part of her sexual repertoire.
I was thoroughly enjoying what was happening to me. But there were times I worried about it.
It wasn’t long before Danny Boy reared up and pounded my ass with sufficient violence to leave it bruised and sore for a number of days. After a flurry of brutal strokes he squirted a large volume of jism deep inside my gastro-intestinal tract.
It was at that point I learned another Club tradition. The moment Danny Boy’s cock slipped out of my ass, Adele covered my still open hole with her mouth and hoovered out the contents. The amount of suction was quite impressive, causing the walls of my rectum to pop back into their normal position. I could feel the suction draw in my navel. In spite of her diminutive stature, she was one powerful fellatrice.
“Tasty,” was Adele’s comment as she savored body fluids imbibed only by the hardest of the extreme hardcore. She embraced her husband and they kissed allowing her to share the treasure she had just extracted.
When Adele finished, Danny Boy’s other running mate, Ken, replaced her so quickly; my sphincter didn’t have time to close. Ken’s wife slipped beneath the Barrel to take the blowjob position. Irish Mike continued to face fuck me until he orgasmed then another Slave assumed his position.
And so it went until I sensed a commotion that turned out to be the arrival of the Masters. Their entry was announced by the cracking of whips across bare flesh. The Masters whipped their way into the room sending the slaves screaming to the floor clutching their wounded flesh.
I had a moment’s respite as Slaves were either bound over various Lenny designed furnishings for punishment or ordered to perform any of the many acts we address under the umbrella of sexual intercourse or perversion.
I was pleased to watch Danny Boy and Adele tied to a nearby whipping frame. In a matter of moments, a very nasty looking bullwhip landed on his broad back eliciting a loud cry of pain. He wasn’t faking it either. One of the Masters whipped him until he broke down and tearfully begged him to stop. When the Master loosened his restraints, big powerful Danny Boy fell to the floor kissing the Master’s feet.
The scene with Danny Boy made me recall a film where the white master whips a much larger black man until the black man breaks down and prostrates himself before his white master begging his forgiveness. Were those fantasies buried deep in all our psyches?
Obviously, there was something embedded in Corrine’s that being forced to fluff for Morgan and company had surfaced. I asked her about it and after thinking for a minute she said she couldn’t recall anything remotely like fluffing from her childhood.
I’d fruitlessly searched my memory for anything that made me desire to stick my tongue in her vagina and delight in the taste of Morgan’s jism. I couldn’t recall a thing.
My cock twitched as a similar whip made a red stripe across Adele’s breasts sending her into paroxysms of agony as she sounded a scream surprising in its volume for one of small stature. She was desperate to grab and comfort her wounded mammaries but prevented by the nylon straps stretching her arms upward to the top of the whipping frame. One of the Mistresses worked on Adele’s breasts with a short whip called a tawse until the little lady boobs looked like over inflated red balloons.
I later learned they had asked to be the first couple to be whipped. Danny Boy and Adele had to be first, regardless.
The sound of a paddle landing on a bare bottom followed by a bellow of pain drew my eyes to a nearby spanking bench where one of the Masters was gracing Irish Mike’s bottom with a leather paddle. As one of the Masters pulled my butt cheeks apart to expose my sphincter to his cock, the room filled with the sound of leather smacking into flesh. Corrine later pointed out the Club WEB site had an audio file of the whippings you could download and jerk off to.
I said, “Thank you, Master,” as a large cock entered my ass heading for my large intestine while his Mistress went to work on my penis by raking her nails across my scrotum.
Ray released Ted and I at precisely one hour. We joined the general orgy where I employed my skill at cunnilingus and analingus to bring an uncounted number of Mistresses to a glorious climax.
It was a scene in which Nero or Caligula would have felt at home. Almost a hundred naked bodies filled the Reception Hall. The background music consisted of leather landing on bare flesh accentuated by loud screams of agony. There was a line of slaves eagerly waiting their turn to be whipped. I stayed out of that queue devoting my efforts to coursing my mouth and tongue over the female parts of any Mistress who crooked her little finger at me.
At some point, a loud gong sounded. I looked up from the luscious pair of thighs cradling my head.
“Finish me,” said Mistress Katherine putting her hand on the back of my head to push it down on her outstandingly succulent snatch. “You’ve got ten minutes. Make it awesome or you’ll pay next time.”
As the Masters and Mistresses prepared to leave, Ray informed me I was on clean up detail.
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