Gloryhole Slave by Master Ivan

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Gloryhole Slave by Master Ivan

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Gloryhole Slave

by Master Ivan


Yeah, my relationship with my Master had taken some weird turns. Some were his ideas, but more often than not they were also mine. This was one of them...

As he trained me, he helped me to develop something that was already present within me, a yearning to suck cock. I adored being at the mercy of a man, serving his pleasure while receiving nothing in return. It was even hotter for me when I was bound, helpless to either defend myself or to sneak in a bit of pleasure with my fingers. We got to the point where the most arousing thing we did together was when he handcuffed me behind my back, collared and leashed me, then brought me to my knees to suck him off. I knew at those times that I would not get a thing touching my pussy until he was satisfied at the very least, perhaps not even then. And that made it that much more exciting and arousing for me.

Eventually, he also had me sucking off his friends. It was sometimes very exotic, with me handcuffed, perhaps even blindfolded, then knowing there were at least two guys there that Master had invited in to partake of my services, sometimes quite a few more. I would get aroused to the point of moaning, even more so when he also chastity belted me so that I knew I would be serving without receiving any pleasure for the entire night. It was a kind of torture that I lived for, especially knowing that the guys would be watching every move I made, every inch of my exposed naked body while sometimes I might remain blindfolded throughout.

Somewhere along the line he mentioned Gloryholes. Originating in the gay bar scene, they were a place where people could go to get sucked off--or to suck off someone else--with total anonymity. Women soon were drawn to them like moths to a flame, and many places in town provided the opportunity.

So Master brought me to one of them. I remained free for this first opportunity, but knelt willingly, stripped to the waist, and soon had the first of what would eventually be three cocks driving into my throat. After the first, Master checked me out and found that I was quite aroused by it all, and wished to continue. So he handcuffed me, still nude to the waist, and left me there while I sucked off the second and third.

When he came to escort me out, my face was soiled with their cum and I had no way to clean myself. As an added thrill, he had me wear the cum home for the ride where anyone could see it on my face--and a few people did.

We talked about it later, as we always did when breaking into new ground for us. We discussed the ins and outs of it all, including what aspects of it got me the hottest. I knew the helplessness and denial was a primary part of what aroused me. Being blind myself sometimes added to it, although I also knew that seeing myself as I was humiliated for someone else’s pleasure made me even hotter. Eventually we came up with a scenario that we saw would be powerful for us both. It took some doing, but we did a bit of construction in preparation, made some arrangements with one of the clubs downtown, and in a few weeks it was ready to happen.

The room was dimly lit. In the center was a cage made entirely of glass, with a hole in the glass about three inches across. Directly below the hole was a very short chain. There was a door on the opposite side, one which locked from the outside.

I was led into the room, where I was stripped, collared, then handcuffed behind my back. My chastity belt was removed only after my handcuffs were in place--I would be taking no pleasure while bound, but my cunt would be on display to those who wished to see it. As the cage door opened, I saw that the interior was entirely mirrored--yet still transparent glass when seen from the outside. Wherever I looked from inside the cage, I would only see my chained body as I sucked cock--anyone else in the room would see me clearly, from all sides. I knelt within the cage, my neck right in front of the hole, where a padlock connected my collar to the short chain. I would not be rising from my knees until Master came for me, nor could I even move my mouth more than a couple inches away from the hole. The door was then locked behind me, sealing me in for my ordeal.

There was a bright spotlight overhead, one which would illuminate my body and make it stand out brilliantly in the otherwise dim room from within the glass cage. I knelt on display for a substantial time before I heard motion outside the cage. Soon, a cock thrust thru the hole, poking almost into my mouth before I even moved to suck it. I opened, taking it into my mouth, shuddering as I knew that the room might be empty--or crowded with a dozen or more men watching me. I began to suck him off.

I wouldn’t call his cock dirty, although he was certainly not immaculate. He smelled of the sweat of a full day of work and tasted of it. I found myself loving the feel of him thrusting hard into my mouth; then , as I pulled back seemingly struggling against his use, feeling the chain holding my mouth to the open hole thru which he thrusted, I felt the amazing arousal that only comes from such forced use. Here, in this cage, I could live out the fantasy, struggling as much as I wanted.

His orgasm caught me unawares as he suddenly pulled out of my mouth entirely and sprayed his first spurt across my face. He hit me in the left eye and across my nose and cheek, and I immediately felt it dripping down. I shuddered, thinking that cum would remain there for the duration, and it might well be only the first of many loads to land on my face as I knelt chained in the cage.

Two more men used my mouth, both of average size, neither taking very long, then the fourth cock of the night appeared. This one was very big, both in length and thickness. He immediately thrust hard against the back of my throat, stretching my mouth open to accommodate him. I managed to tighten my lips around him, but his strokes were strong, persistent, and eventually he thrust deep into my throat. I gagged on him, unable to resist him in any way, yet the constrictions of my throat around his shaft made him even more aroused, seeming to make him want to grow larger still. After a long struggle, one that tired me significantly, he finally came in my mouth. His load was the equal to his physical stature, as he filled my mouth to overflowing and much of it ran down my face to land on my breasts.

I lowered my eyes as he wordlessly backed away, knowing I could easily be seen under the spotlight and seeing thru the reflections of the one-way mirrors the cumslut I had become. My nipples were hard, my cunt open and dripping, my arousal clear as day to the men I heard outside discussing me in the lewdest possible terms. And I felt the cum dripping down my body, knowing all of it had been produced by the labors of my mouth.

There was a pause of a minute or two, then as I closed my eyes ever so briefly, yet another cock pushed into my mouth. This one was definitely unclean--I could taste and smell him, including the acrid bite of old piss that clung to his cockhead. I had no time to object though, as he was soon in my throat choking me like the last one.

When he shot his load, I swallowed most of it, and almost instantly yet another cock filled my mouth demanding to be sucked off. I had a small surprise on this one, as I tasted the distinct taste of pussy on him. He had fucked another girl not long before, and clearly hadn’t taken the time to clean himself since. It took significant time to get him off, no doubt the result of his recent encounter, and by the time he shot in my mouth and withdrew, he was indeed clean, and my face and breasts were a bit more soiled with cum.

I looked at my eyes as the next one fucked my mouth. My face had cum splattered all over it by now, from my forehead down to my chin, where it slowly dripped off onto my outthrust breasts. The trail of dripping cum never ended--the men averaged from five to ten minutes apiece using my mouth, sometimes shorter when I knew they spent some time watching me sucking the other men and getting aroused by it all. Indeed, my performance was itself creating the need for my service, and likely the men who left were telling others of the show to be enjoyed free of charge.

My Master interrupted me at one point, opening the door behind me. He looked down at my soiled face, smiling, then said, “You imagine me consoling you, perhaps taking a rag and wiping the cum from your soiled face, being gentle?”

I hesitated responding, then said, “Perhaps, Master, if that is your wish.” I knew I was getting a bit tired.

He laughed then, openly. “No, slut. You will remain and continue sucking every cock that wants to use your mouth. To keep you motivated though, ...”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of cloverleaf clamps. I moaned piteously, knowing what torture they would provide my poor nipples as the men watched. And I knew the sight would stimulate them to use me even more. When they bit into my defenseless nipples, I cried out with the pain. And I moaned yet again as he added a couple ounces of weight to each of the clamps.

The door was closed and locked again, and seconds later another cock thrust into my mouth.

Now, every motion of my head, to the extent I could move it against the limits of the collar and chain, caused the weights to swing from my clamps and brought fresh pain. Even if I did not move of my own volition, the pounding cocks caused me to move in any case, and the clamps never stopped swinging. I did find that my suffering must have stimulated the men--they came quicker on the average, and they seemed even more anxious to get their cocks into my mouth. Yes, I was becoming a show for them, then relieving their arousal which my pain had caused.

The first hour, I guessed I must have sucked off over a dozen men. The second hour, tortured by the clamps, it mush have been near twice that number as none took more than five minutes and many took significantly less time. I moaned, I cried as the clamps sometimes took an irregular bounce on my nipples, and each time I knew I could be heard as well as seen by the men watching from all sides. And I suspected that the women who worked the area, as dancers, clerks in the stores and bartenders, they revealed their presence with their voices from time to time as they also enjoyed my exhibition. The cum was running all the way down my thighs when the door opened next...

“Do you wish to end the ordeal yet, cocksucker?”

I had been there two hours. I was sore all over, tired to the point of helplessness. And I was more aroused than I had been in ages. I was in agony with the clamps, yet I did not want it to end yet. “N-no, Master.”

There were no more words. I screamed as the clamps were removed, then groaned deeply as he pried my mouth open wide with a dental gag which would hold my jaws spread painfully wide. To top things off, he shortened my collar chain with the result that my face was held literally against the hole.

Now, my lips were useless. The next cock thrust right into my opened mouth into my throat. I shuddered to realize that within my mouth, only my tongue would have any effect on stimulating them--their main pleasure would be derived now from my throat alone, and they would use me brutally. There was well enough cum soiling the entire front of my body, from my hair all the way down past my knees to the puddle that remained on the floor under my untouched cunt. And with my upper body pinned to the hole, I would not be moving enough to swing clamps if they were reattached on my breasts. Now, my throat would be the center of attention.

Half his cum went right down my throat, the rest gathered in my mouth where my ability to swallow it was limited. Much of it drooled down the sides of my mouth to join the rest already there on my body. Every cock that used me drove straight into my throat. The larger ones still made me gag on them, but they were also the ones that came the quickest. Twenty more men came in my throat that hour.

It had been three full hours, and I didn’t know how I was able to continue. When Master opened the door again, he returned the chain back to its earlier length, giving me about two inches of slack. He then returned the clamps to my nipples, this time with even more weights. The dental gag remained, to my great dismay.

Another cock thrust thru the hole into my mouth. I wanted to suck it, and I moved my head forward to do so. But my lips could not close around it. I soon realized that my throat would continue to be used, but now it had to be of my own volition. And with my body moving again, the clamps would return my efforts with their own torture. I pushed further forward until his cock was buried in my throat and my face pressed against the glass. I then backed off until the chain stopped me by pulling on the collar, then forward again taking him into my throat. It was very hard work now, laboring as I gave up my throat to them on every single stroke and feeling my nipples screaming in pain with my every move.

Eventually, my throat learned its lesson. I am not sure when, I only know that before that hour ended, I was no longer gagging on any of them, even when the largest of them thrust all the way down my throat and remained there, cutting off my breathing for several long seconds. I served on automatic, yet savored every single stroke into my throat, savored every single load swallowed, savored every drop of cum that continued to drip down my face and body.

Four hours I served in the cage. Finally, Master entered again. He released the chain to my collar, then the cage raised itself from its mounting and was hoisted up into the ceiling, now revealing me in the center of the opened room. There were still about thirty men there as well as a few women. The spotlight remained on, illuminating my entire body in detail, including the cum covering my front.

I was still wearing the dental gag as Master stood before me.

“You have served well, cocksucker.” I could not answer with my mouth pried open.

“Yet, I have not yet gotten my pleasure from your mouth. You will suck one more cock before you go--this time mine.” I shuddered, moaning as I would now be used in the center of the open room. Still wearing the dental gag, he replaced the nipple clamps again, now with a full four ounces of weight. I cried out thru my opened mouth with the pain, and Master thrust right into my mouth.

He would not even stroke himself off--he required me to service him actively. I began to stroke him, pushing forward until he was buried in my throat, then withdrawing, feeling the tortuous clamps biting me with every motion. I could now look directly into the eyes that surrounded me, watching my efforts, my suffering and my humiliation. I moaned on every stroke, both in pain and in frustrated arousal. When he came in my throat, I swallowed every drop.

He backed off, leaving me to kneel in my pain and humiliation. I was covered with cum, in pain, mouth still forced open, still collared and handcuffed. Finally, Master spoke to the crowd--”Let’s have some appreciation for my favorite cocksucker.”

I was given a round of applause. I lowered my face in shame, and felt a large dollop of cum drip down out of my mouth to fall on my breasts.

Master removed my dental gag, then took a small plastic scraper. He used it to scoop up the cum that covered me and feed it into my mouth, making me swallow it. When my body was relatively clean, I was then ordered to bend over and lick up the large puddle that had fallen between my spread knees. With the entire crowd watching, I obeyed, licking it all up from the dirty floor. When I finally finished, there was more cum visible on my face again, and this time Master did not clean it.

He “dressed” me by wrapping me in a brief sheath, something barely legal on the street, then escorted me out the front door of the place to his car, still handcuffed. I sat proudly in the front seat of the car as we drove thru the city, and more than once I returned the surprised glare of a passing guy who had glanced in and saw the cum on my face.

When we finally got home, Master rewarded me with an exquisite fucking. We told each other how much we loved each other, and I reaffirmed my devotion to serving him however he required.

Finally, just before we slept, I asked him, “So Master, when can we go back to the Gloryhole?”

Master Ivan
12/5/04

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