Bukkake Challenge by Master Ivan

[mrivan]

Bukkake Challenge


(This is taken in part from the actual fantasies of two of my proteges...Master Ivan)

I had always been a wanton slut. Thruout my life, I yearned for the intense, the kinky, sometimes the degrading and humiliating sides of sex. There were nights I would hunger for cock in my mouth, not wanting to part with it even for the sake of my own pleasure. Being bound helpless was an aphrodisiac, and I suffered the frustration of the ultimate paradox of the submissive, that I could not admit to how much I loved the abuse, because I also wanted to feel forced to do things.

So I talked of my fantasies with my boyfriend. We came up with a number of scenarios, all of which had me serving as a slavegirl among a number of people outside the relationship, sometimes in public situations. One fantasy, however, floated to the top and I knew, quickly, that it was one I had to experience. The planning stages took time to accomplish because of the numbers of people involved, but the night finally came when I would get to experience the scenario in all its glory.

We rented a small hall for the event. It included some side rooms, one of which my boyfriend and I used to prepare, and another room had a series of lockers for the guest men who would be involved. Each of the guys was required to bring medical certification that would guarantee that they were free of any STD’s, as much for their protection as for mine and my boyfriend’s. Finally, all was ready.

The men had been briefed, at least to a small extent. They knew they would all be promised a blowjob if they agreed to the rules of the game. They sat patiently in chairs around the sides of the room as my boyfriend entered and introduced me.

“Her name, for this evening, is simply ‘cocksucker’. There will be little need to talk with her, but should that need arise, that will be her name and she will answer to it.

“She is my slavegirl, but she will tell you herself that she remains my slave voluntarily, because she enjoys her role. And she will also tell you that this scenario was, in great part, her own idea.

“Allow me to introduce my very own--cocksucker...”

I blushed ten shades of red as he brought me out to face the crowd of leering, horny men i would be forced to service. I was wearing a halter and a short skirt, conservative in their cut, mostly to contrast with the extreme role I was about to assume for the night. And now, I had to speak myself, introducing the event and laying out the conditions.

“Gentlemen, before this night is over, each and every one of you will be given sexual satisfaction, I guarantee. I ask you all to remain patient and wait your turn.

“This event was the product of conversations I had with my boyfriend, in which we discussed how much use and abuse I could tolerate. When it came to sucking cocks, I bragged to him that I could do it all night. And as his slavegirl, I would always be available for him to command to suck off any man he directed me to service.

“So, we have come up with the following scenario. I will shortly be having all my clothes removed. My wrists will be handcuffed behind my back. I will be collared, the collar chained to the post you see in the middle of the room as I kneel beside it. I will then be locked in a chastity belt, one appropriate to long term wear.

“The conditions are these...

“I will be obligated to suck off each and every one of you...and there are precisely one hundred of you in the room. If I succeed, the chastity belt will be unlocked and I will be allowed pleasure for myself. Should I fail, the belt will remain locked on me for three days for each one of you that I do not suck off successfully.

“You will be allowed to use my hair to guide my mouth, as well as to caress my body. You are not allowed to slap, pinch or punish me...my boyfriend will be standing by with a whip, clamps and other items with which to encourage me if I tire or become hesitant. He will punish me freely if need be. He may be adding clamps to my nipples at some point regardless of my performance, mostly for your entertainment.

“I will not be granted breaks of any kind thruout the ordeal. Any cum landing on my face or body will not be cleaned off for the duration of the scenario. I will not be allowed food or water.

“You will all assemble on one side of the room, behind the velvet rope. As each of you cums, you will move to the other side, so we can keep track of who has been serviced and who has not. No one shall be allowed to use my mouth more than once, although those serviced may remain to watch the others. Should I succeed in finishing all of you, some of you may be allowed a second round, at the discretion of my boyfriend.

“So...with that, let us begin.”

My boyfriend came forth and first handcuffed my wrists behind my back. I felt a shudder pass thru my body as i realized what I would have to do before those cuffs came off again. Seconds later, the halter top and the other brief clothes I had been wearing were gone, leaving me naked before the crowd of men, some of whom cheered, many of whom already sported erections visible thru their pants.

I pulled gently against the cuffs, feeling my arousal climb already as my nipples hardened. He then brought the chastity belt into view.

It was the real deal, that belt. It cost us several hundred dollars, and it meant business. I could piss and shit around it when necessary, and I knew that it could remain locked on me for months if necessary and I would never get a finger anywhere near my cunt. I moaned as he locked it on me.

Finally there was the collar. It was a substantial one, two inches wide, very heavy leather reinforced with chrome steel and locked on. Somehow, I knew, if I failed this, the collar would remain locked on me as well, maybe even the cuffs.

I was brought to the three-foot high post and forced to my knees. A chain about one foot long was padlocked to a ring in the back of the collar, the other end padlocked to the post.

My boyfriend then stood at the center, and announced, “All right then--who will be first?”

The first guy looked like he had just jumped off his Harley, and he smelled of both sweat and beer. He unzipped inches in front of my face and revealed a large cock, already stiff. It would have been painful for me to fuck--and it was now leading a very long line of cocks that would follow it. He took my hair in one hand, gripped it tightly enough to make me grimace with the pain and thrust at my opening mouth.

I tasted his sweat. He was not immaculate, nor was he gentle, as he thrust hard into my throat. I gagged on him briefly, but brought it quickly under control as his thrusts continued. I licked at him, knowing that the faster I finished them the more of them I would be able to get done. It took him perhaps five minutes, but he pulled back briefly to spurt once hitting me right between the eyes, then plunged into my mouth to force me to swallow the rest.

I felt the cum drip down my face as I finished swallowing his load, shuddering as I realized that cum would be there for the duration. Yet, I knew that unless each and every one of them did the same, showing their cum as they shot it off, it would be far more difficult to count them all. I thought about it--at least a hundred loads, all of which would be landing on my face. I licked him gently as he finished, trying to swallow what I could. When he pulled out, the second man thrust into my mouth so fast I didn’t even see his face.

The next couple of men were of average size. I did find it amusing the way cock sizes were viewed by people. So many times, we imagine a good cock being seven, eight or nine inches long, while the reality of the situation is that the average cock size in the US is actually closer to about five and a half inches. I finished the first of them off quickly, and the second took a bit over five minutes.

By the time I had gotten ten of them done, the cum was dripping down my face in some quantity. I had inhaled a bit of it up my nose and some had gotten into my eyes. I knew my hair was already wet with it and would be soaked before we were done.

Somewhere around number fifteen, I encountered my first supercock. It had to be a good ten inches, thick as well as long, and it was quite a strain to take it. He began gently, as I took perhaps a third of its length to fill my mouth, but as it hardened even more and grew still larger, he eventually forced his way into my throat as well. I did gag on him, but his firm hand in my hair forced me to continue to take him in spite of my gagging. I could tell the constrictions of my throat around his length stimulated him and he forced himself even harder for that reason. My throat and jaw were both sore when he finally finished.

As I approached the twenty mark, I was beginning to tire. My lips were losing their tightness, and my jaw ached. I didn’t see the guy nod to my boyfriend, but I certainly felt the first whipstroke that struck my ass, as I yelped around the thrusting cock in my mouth. It must have aroused many of the men watching, because the one fucking my mouth then came less than a minute later, and the next six or eight took less than three minutes each to finish.

I moaned between men as we approached the forty mark. The cum covered my face, and it ran freely into my eyes. I did not want to keep my eyes closed--I wanted to savor every moment of this experience, and there were a number of things I needed to see--not the least of which was a blackboard within my field of vision with the current number of loads I had swallowed. Again, I began to tire. Again, signals were exchanged that I did not see between the man I was sucking off and my boyfriend. Suddenly, my nipples erupted in pain as a pair of cloverleaf clamps were attached to them. And my boyfriend knew enough to add a couple ounces of weight to each clamp, knowing well that the movements of my head would keep them swinging, tormenting me. Now, I moaned whenever I could breathe.

When I hit the fifty mark, there was a cheer. My husband came forward and announced to me as well as to the room, “Congratulations, cocksucker--you are halfway there. And I have a present for you, one that will keep up your motivation.”

I knew it wouldn’t take long, whatever he planned--there were not to be any breaks. He proved me right as he simply attached another ounce of weight to each of my clamps.

I opened my mouth in a deep moan as the pain in my nipples was renewed...and another cock thrust in thru my opened mouth right into my throat.

We reached the sixty mark. My mouth was nearly useless, totally exhausted. My lips couldn’t hold water inside my mouth if I needed to drink something. The men compensated for this easily, simply by thrusting deeper into my throat. if I wished to spare my throat, I would have to find the strength in my mouth.

The cum continued to build up on my soiled body. I felt it sticking inside my armpits, soiling most of my hair, squeaking between my asscheeks, even running all the way down over my chastity belt into my exposed asshole. I knew there would be a puddle beneath me, and I felt a rush of humiliation go thru me as I realized I would most likely be forced to lick it up off the floor later.

We hit number seventy at about the five-hour mark in the ordeal. My knees were in agony, most of my bones ached, and my mouth muscles had found their second wind. Suddenly, I screamed as, between cocks, my clamps were removed. They had been clamped on for the third time nearly an hour earlier, and I knew my boyfriend took them off again for safety, as well as to provide the possibility of replacing them yet again later if I made it to the home stretch. About every third man over the next half hour, I picked up some whipstrokes on the sides of my breasts.

When we hit the eighty mark, there was another brief pause. My boyfriend called my attention to the left side of the room, where the men who had not yet been sucked awaited their turns. Every one of them was already exposed, their cocks erect and visible. I moaned when I saw them, realizing that none of them were under eight inches long. The home stretch would be a supreme test of my skills and endurance. Worse, he then reattached the clamps, with three ounces of weights, as number eighty-one thrust into my mouth.

By now, the entire front of my body was bathed in cum. I had swallowed so much of it I was bloated. My throat was sore, my jaw in agony, everything hurt. And now, with the re-clamping of my nipples, I was in agony. Each stroke of my mouth made the clamps swing again, renewing that source of pain.

My cunt had been protected from it all. Indeed, my own juices were flowing, in spite of the pain and the non-stop ordeal. I felt the chastity belt as it squeezed my lower body and knew the route I had to take to gain pleasure. Number eighty-one shot his load on my face and into my mouth, and I moaned again as I opened my mouth automatically for number eighty-two.

The men used my mouth with little cooperation from me as the home stretch continued. My throat suffered more for it, although I knew the look on my pained face as well as the sight of me bathed in cum both spurred their arousal. Even when they came in my mouth, I could do little to close my mouth and much of it ran right out of my mouth and down my face. My arousal continued to climb as well, and I knew myself then as a true slave, gaining arousal from the most humiliating of duties as a crowd of men watched. With this many of them taking part, I knew there was a good chance of meeting any number of them on the streets in the future, and I would be forever branded as a slave cocksucker to them all. I moaned, feeling my nipples harden, announcing and displaying my deep arousal to them all.

I didn’t know he was the last of them until he finished, moved aside and revealed the entire left side of the room empty. As my eyes tried to focus, I saw that the entire hundred men I had sucked off remained to watch the finale.

My boyfriend approached me, smiling. He did not congratulate me, nor did he release me. He said nothing. He just undid the top of his pants and brought out his own hard cock.

He thrust into my mouth, much like the others had done, uncaring about my discomfort. He used me for his own pleasure, and like the others, shot his load across my face as well as into my mouth.

Finished, he brought out a small plastic scraper. He used it to scoop up the cum from my body and feed it into my mouth. I licked it up and swallowed it, as the hundred men watched.

Finally, he removed my nipple clamps, and I screamed with much of my remaining strength as the intense pain of returning circulation threw me into agony again. He freed me from the post, then pointed at the floor, where a substantial puddle of cum had dripped down from my body. I lowered my face to the floor and began to lick it all up and swallow it.

He then knelt himself and faced me, now talking on equal terms.

Smiling broadly, he said, “I congratulate you--you’ve succeeded and finished them all.”

I looked at the crowd of men watching me, and felt their eyes upon me. I had now sucked off every man in the room, a total of a hundred and one including my boyfriend. I was still kneeling, handcuffed and naked, except for the locked chastity belt. My breasts thrust out in front of me, nipples still advertising my arousal as they remained rock-hard. Looking at the men, I felt the returning arousal, mounting more with each second. I moaned.

My boyfriend sensed my continuing need. He asked, “So, shall we go home, unlock that belt and have a good time?”

I closed my eyes...took a deep breath...and smiled as I said, “Not if you don’t want to, Master.”

We both laughed. The crowd of men in the room joined the laughter, then applauded. I felt a tug on my collar, and responded by backing up a couple of feet, suddenly finding myself again kneeling with my back to the post. He quickly re-locked the short chain, attaching my collar to the top of the post. He then took a ring gag out of his pocket and thrust it between my teeth, forcing my mouth to remain open. I glared back at him, wide-eyed, with no idea what he intended, as he re-clamped my nipples, then turned and addressed the men.

“Get ready for round two!”

I moaned piteously and pulled hard against my restraints. I then felt a cock thrust thru the ring gag and, bypassing my lips which were rendered useless by the ring, pushed deep into my throat....


Master Ivan

Copyright © 2004

[justans18]

This fantasy is something that I would luv to do if I had a slave girl, this story makes want go to an event like that and use someone else's slave girl for my sexual pleasure as well haha.

[Gladimeir15]

So much pleasure for the submissive and the master...