You discover a new kink

A hand grabs my ass from behind. “Now that’s a lovely handful!” a woman’s voice says from behind me. Another woman laughs, and my other ass cheek takes a harsh blow from an open hand. I jerk with it, the motion sending the chain swinging wildly, dragging a high whine from me. You sit and watch, doing nothing. I can see the bulge in your pants is growing.

Fingers dip into my cunt. Two. Three. Four in rapid succession. They reopen my hole to about the width of the plug you’d had in me until a few moments ago.

“He is loose, isn’t he!” one of the women behind me says. Then more fingers are pushing at my cunt; the other woman, or the second hand from the first? It doesn’t matter, really. Four slim fingers I could manage easily, but by the time they hit seven, I’m panting at the fast stretch. I turn the moan bubbling up in me into nothing but a whimper as an eighth finger works its way in. My instincts tell me to bend over, but there isn’t enough slack in my bonds. I look at you, pleading with my eyes, hoping against hope you’ll let me down, make this stop.

You look back at me. Your cock is out now, and you slide your hand slowly up and down while holding eye contact.

I didn’t expect anything else, but still, my heart sinks. I close my eyes as a new voice, male this time, says “Are you gonna fiddle around down there or are you gonna fuck him? Because I’ve never had a cuntboy before, and I’m eager to give him a try.”

“His cunt’s awful loose,” one of the women says. “What if we…” Their voices drop to whispers. My heart sinks further. Sometimes - often - Sir writes “keep him surprised” as one of the conditions of using me. He knows I hate it, the waiting, the wondering. That’s why he does it. I open my eyes in time to see Sir give whoever’s behind me a thumbs up.

The fingers withdraw from my cunt, but almost immediately they’re pushing at my asshole. I try to relax as much as I can, to let her in as easily as possible, but I’m startled by another crack of a hand across my other ass cheek. My body goes stiff, clenching down around the two fingers she’s managed to work inside so far, and the yelp that I catch just behind my teeth is louder than you usually permit me. I stare down at you, waiting for your displeasure. It doesn’t come, this time. Your cock is fully hard, and you’re licking your lips. You hold up a hand, and the fingers stop moving at my ass.

“I think, this once, I’ll allow you the rudeness so many others take for granted. Tonight, I want to see what sounds can be coaxed out of you. Be as loud as we can make you, boy.” He nods over my shoulder, and a third finger is working into my ass before I can even think to expect it. My ass is well-used on a regular basis, but you pay the most attention to my cunt. It’s the reason you bought me, a large part of why I cost you as much as you did. I can take a lot quickly in my cunt, but my ass takes more time to stretch open for larger insertions, at least with any degree of comfort.

She doesn’t give me that time, and you don’t ask her to. My rim is burning as she pushes in her fourth finger, her thumb, twisting her fingers together and screwing her hand into me. I realize that, your strictures against noise set aside, I’m sobbing violently. I hadn’t noticed. The hand pushes and pushes until suddenly the widest part is past, and she’s slid into me up to the wrist. It’s too much, too fast, and I let out an almighty wordless howl as she gives me no respite, twisting her hand, burrowing deeper.

She pulls back, and my tormented innards have a moment to just throb with the sudden intrusion before she punches back into me, forcing herself deeper than before. She must be halfway up her forearm by now.

You’ve never done this to me. Your hands are bigger, your arms thicker, probably longer. Maybe you worried you’d damage me. Maybe you were just preoccupied with my cunt. You’ve certainly fisted me there before. But never this deep, my cunt doesn’t go this deep, and I thrash against the cuffs binding me in place as the hand in my guts pulls back again before sinking mercilessly deeper.

I know, vaguely, that you’re still watching me intently, your hand jerking and twisting hard at your cock. This is for you, all of it. My body. My suffering. The show that’s being played out on me, in me. The chain swings and pulls, but honestly right now I could not give less of a fuck. The only thing I have space to think about is the entire fucking forearm splitting my ass apart. I can feel the bend of her elbow, snug against my overstretched hole, and I pray desperately to any god that might be listening that that’s as deep as she intends to go.

I’m distantly aware that I’m gasping, sobbing, babbling useless words like “please” and “stop” and “oh god” among more logical things like “fuck” and “shit” and “too much”. Between the senseless noise that’s all that comes out when the pain drives all rational thought from my mind.

My ankles are unclipped. I can’t make any sense of it, not as my legs are lifted, not as they’re folded in front of me. The arm in my ass is twisting, shifting, pulling out a little, and I barely notice as there are dragging noises around me, as I’m lifted out of the way and a man comes between us. He sits on… something, shifts it forward so he’s right between my legs, his cock twitching against my cunt. I’m lifted again, and the whole thing is shifted forward again, my chest pressed against his, his cockhead in me just enough to make sure the thrust will be true. I look over his shoulder at you. You’re smirking. Then I’m dropped.

His cock impales my cunt, but I was expecting that. What I wasn’t expecting was that the woman with her arm up my ass has braced her elbow between the man’s legs. My fall drives it into me, harder than any of her thrusts.

I scream.

I am screaming.

All that I am is screaming.