“Why don’t we go over here?” Master Joe carried Steve, legs dangling mid-air, over to a bench that looked like a pommel horse that gymnasts used. Steve could feel himself blushing with embarrassment. He thought he had been rid of Master Joe but now the Dom was carrying him around like a ragdoll. “We’re going to have loads of fun,” Master Joe laughed as he through Steve onto the bench.
“Arms and legs to the side, and position yourself on all fours,” Master Joe commanded. There was a raised centre partition with two long supports below on the side for Steve’s arms and legs to rest on. He repositioned himself so it was like he was on all fours like a dog. “That’s what I like to see: my bitch on all fours, ass in the air, ready to be fucked by my dick,” Master Joe taunted and smacked Steve on the ass cheek, leaving a reddening hand print. Steve yelped both from surprise and anticipation of Master Joe’s cruelty.
“I can’t wait to fuck that juicy butt,” Master Joe smiled as he shook Steve’s butt cheeks so they wiggled. “But not until we tie you down boy,” Master Joe came around to the side of the bench and grabbed Steve’s left wrist. He took the leather restraints attached to the bench and secured Steve’s left wrist in place so he couldn’t move it. He did the same with Steve’s other wrist and both his ankles so essentially he was tied down to the bench.
“Now, much better. Nowhere to run, boy.” Master Joe chuckled and petted Steve’s head like a dog. Steve tested the restraints and sure enough he was going nowhere any time soon; Master Joe could do whatever he wanted with him. Steve gritted his teeth. He couldn’t let Master Joe see his frustration; it would only fuel the manipulative, sadistic Dom.
“Let’s get you ready,” Master Joe squeezed some lube other his fingers and teased Steve’s hole. He slowly slipped two fingers inside. Steve gasped both from the cold lube and also the intrusion. “Come on, let Daddy inside.” Steve took some deep breaths in and out to calm himself. He felt his anus relaxing and he let Master Joe’s thick fingers inside him. He could feel Master Joe wiggling them around, caressing his insides.
Master Joe moved them in and out, and soon Steve could feel Master Joe pressing them against his prostate. “That’s my good bitch, let Daddy take care of you,” he said in a teasing voice, as if playing with a real puppy.
Steve let out a moan and he could feel the precum dripping from his own cock. “Open up that boy pussy for Daddy. Let’s get it ripe and wet; ready for me to go in there,” Master Joe seemed to know exactly what to do. Steve blushed from the instinctual pleasure; it almost felt like his body was betraying him. He didn’t want to be pleasured by Master Joe, and more importantly he didn’t want to let Master Joe he was enjoying it.
Steve felt Master Joe pull his fingers out of Steve’s hole. “Ok, that’s enough preparation, boy. It’s Daddy’s turn from some pleasure.” Master Joe lowered his leather pants and underwear, his cock springing free. Steve could hear Master Joe lowering a condom down his shaft and lubing it up. He felt Master Joe slapping the hard cock across Steve’s cheeks.
Steve rested his chin on the bench and looked down. He used his breathing to calm himself. It’s just a dick, he told himself. You’ve taken many of them before, this is nothing different. Don’t think of it as Master Joe’s dick. Steve wasn’t afraid of getting a dick stuck into him, but the fact he hadn’t seen the size of Master Joe’s dick yet added to his nervous anticipation.
“Alright, here we go, boy,” Master Joe pressed the head of his dick against Steve’s quivering hole. Steve was loosened up but naturally clenching for fear of the intrusion. “Come on, open back up for me.”
Steve could feel the thick head pressing against his entryway. He could already tell the cock was a hefty size by the pressure it was exerting trying to make its way into him. After calming himself down with some long breaths, his rectum unclenched and Master Joe pushed his way inside. Steve gasped as the full head made it in. It was definitely thick; bigger than any cock Steve had had before. He groaned as Master Joe slowly pushed the shaft in deeper.
“That tight hole feels so good, boy,” Master Joe. “Squeeze that pussy for me.” Steve didn’t need to squeeze his muscles at all. His rectum was thin enough that his insides were already caressing Master Joe’s wide girth as he moved his way further inside Steve.
Steve groaned as the Master Joe slowly pushed his dick in and out, going deeper each time. Steve was surprised by how far Master Joe was going. Surely, the bastard should have ran out of shaft at this stage, Steve thought as he breathed deeply, trying to calm himself and distract from the pain.
“You’re mine bitch, I own you,” Master Joe said as he pressed his weight down onto Steve. He could feel the burly man’s stomach on top of him. Steve couldn’t help from grunting from the exertion and pain. “I love seeing bitches in pain taking my big Dom dick,” Master Joe laughed as he pumped harder and deeper in Steve.
Steve’s face was damp with sweat. He could tell his face was beet red. There was nowhere to hide; he knew Master Joe was getting his nut from seeing Steve in this humiliating inescapable position.
Master Joe’s dick was ploughing into Steve now as far as he could go, hitting off his lower colon and bladder. Steve could feel his dick leaking; whether it was precum or urine, or a mixture of both, Steve didn’t know. He was trying hard on distracting himself from the pain, not shitting himself, and also not pissing himself.
“Come on, I want to see you cry, bitch. That’s when I know my boys have truly been broken,” Master Joe laid his full body down horizontally onto Steve, his arms wrapping around Steve’s neck, his face beside Steve’s. “You’re going to break like all the others,” Master Joe yelled in Steve’s ear. “You’re going to be another one of Master Joe’s bitches. Another one added to my list of owned holes.”
Steve was surrounded by the Dom. His body pressed down on his, his arms locked around him, his dick was filling up his insides as it pushed in and out of him. Master Joe’s voice was filling his head; the anger and dominance of his voice right in his ear.
Steve could feel the tears coming. He was being pushed to the very edge of exertion as the pressure built up and up. He thought he would explode from the intrusion and total loss of control. There was nowhere he could go or escape to.
“That’s it, boy. You want to quit don’t you? I can see the pain in your face. It’s too much for you. You’re not made for this. You’re not good enough. Say it, say you want to quit,” Master Joe taunted. The Dom was right. Steve felt like telling Master Joe to stop. It was too much for him. The pain from the dick pounding into him was increasing. His head was hot. The frustration was getting to him. Steve opened his mouth, grunts escaping him as he tried to speak.
That was when he had a moment of clarity. He remembered the advice his sub bros had given him earlier. They had mentioned about just letting go, leaving your body, and entering the subspace. Steve gave it a go. He concentrated on letting go, but it didn’t seem to be working. The physical and mental pressures around him were too much. That was until he realised he was doing it all wrong. He didn’t need to concentrate or focus; he needed to do the exact opposite. He had to clear his mind.
Steve drowned out everything else in the dungeon. He breathed deeply, letting his mind go blank, not thinking of anything. He didn’t pay attention to any of the other Doms or applicants. He didn’t think about Master Joe fucking him. Then, suddenly, there was nothing in the room, just him. It was as if there were no Doms or other applicants in the room. His mental stress and anxieties melted away.
Then Steve’s body relaxed, his muscles went from tense to at ease. He could feel his body relax under Master Joe. It was like his body was made of jelly. He could feel his body go limp. The muscles in his rectum lost their tension; they expanded and widened, loosening around Master Joe’s dick. The pain Steve had felt suddenly switched to pleasure. All Steve could feel were pulsations of pleasure as Master Joe’s cock rubbed against Steve’s prostrate. It was just him alone with the pure blissful pleasure he was feeling. He didn’t even register Master Joe in the room who was only a few feet away pounding Steve’s butt, ploughing in and out of his hole.
The pleasure Steve was feeling was transcendental. It filled every fibre of his being. He was both within and without his body; inside and outside the room. He had never had a feeling of pleasure this orgasmic; it was pure ecstasy. He smiled in joyful pleasure as he was going through it.
Steve didn’t even hear Master Joe yelling at him, urging him to “cry” or “break.” Master Joe was growing further and further frustrated at seeing Steve in pure bliss. The Dom wanted to prove his own dominance by seeing an applicant in absolute agony. He had succeeded with most of his past conquests, but Steve wasn’t showing any sign of breaking or even any negative feeling. The sight of Steve in pure bliss urged Master Joe on. The Dom pumped faster and faster into Steve, who only grow deeper into his pleasure high from Master Joe’s cock massaging his prostrate, sending waves of pleasure through Steve with each pump.
Master Joe was now the one beet red and sweaty, his breathing heavy and his body exhausted. He was struggling to continue fucking Steve. He tried as best he could until finally he came. It was not a satisfactory orgasm for Master Joe. His fantasies of brutalising applicants hadn’t been met so when he had finally cum it was purely his body’s way of saying enough was enough. He pulled out and climbed off Steve with a disgruntled look on his face.
“I’m fucking done with you,” Master Joe stalked away, throwing the condom across the floor, not looking back once. He left Steve to his blissful high.
Steve hadn’t noticed Master Joe leave him. He was still in the subspace riding the high from the pleasure he had felt. He had cum a long time ago but had been so spaced out his orgasm had continued for longer than he had every experienced. Entering that sub space had saved him. If he hadn’t spaced out he would have probably broken down, cried, and asked to quit. Treating himself like an object and leaving his body had allowed him to continue in the programme, and gave him the right mechanisms to deal with dominance, escape brutality, and enter a space of pleasure. It was an enrichening lesson and one he’d take into the future.
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