It isn’t like he has much choice. He is tied to it.

He sits in the black room, his arms and legs tightly bound to the chair by rope. At least he thinks the room is black: the leather mask he wears withholds the light from his eyes. Every time his tormentors leave him to suffer the pain they inflict him he hears the light switch flick; so he assumes the room is black. As black as it is cold and damp when they leave him alone in what he thinks is the middle of a torture chamber.

Three days he has been held by his tormentors who let out gasps and laughs of sadistic joy as they whip, slap, scratch, prod and milk him. He was a willing subject when they took him. He met them through an Internet dating site. The advert read:

“Wanted by The Three Dominas – new slaves to toy with“

He couldn't refuse them

The picture of them that accompanied the ad made the offer too good for Rocco to refuse them. When he hooked up with them in a public bar, the Pit & the Pendulum, for his interview he couldn’t believe his eyes; and when they invited him to their lair he couldn’t believe his ears. Once there, he was trapped. They immediately forced him to strip naked and put on a leather mask. Delirious with alcohol and excitement he was in no position to resist their commands.

Twice he ejaculated as they whipped him to speed up his stripping and  put a chain around his neck then forced him to crawl on his hands and knees to their dungeon. He relished every hit, every command, every second of it. He could smell their power and the leather boots they made him lick clean. It exhilarated him.

Now in their dungeon he awaits their return. Sometimes only one comes to toy with him, at other times just two of them play with him but he prefers it when all three derive pure sexual pleasure from his abasement.

His tormented body glows with perspiration. He feels it as it moves down his skin; fresh from the torture his tormentors inflicted only 30 minutes ago. The ball gag that locks away his own screams intensifies his fear beyond anything he has known before. He feels cleansed of his sins and the stresses of his job as a supreme court justice.

He waits in his adjustable chair for their return….

He breathes heavily in anticipation at every sound, every tick of the clock that is somewhere behind him, every drip of water that leaks from the pipe above him onto his head to trickle down his spine. His head turns toward every sound as he tries to see through his eyeless mask. He thinks one of them is still with him in the dungeon. He is not sure. He heard them all leave but  occasionally, with his senses heightened by fear, he hears hints of breathing and scraping like something is sneaking around him.

He jumps as something small and soft brushes past his leg. The ropes cut into his skin as they hold him down. His heart thuds like it is going to burst out of his chest at any moment. His whimpers and groans of fear barely audible but he thinks, no, he knows, someone or something is in the room with him. Watching him. Enjoying his humiliation.

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The metal door lock clangs as his dominas return. He sits still and listens to their footsteps as they come closer.

“Have you been a good boy?” One of them asks. He frantically shakes his head up and down as he grunts the word “Yes!” through his ball gag. Drool drips uncontrollably from his mouth. He hears the crack of a whip next to his head. He feels the displaced air strike his naked skin. It excites his senses. “Good” he hears her reply. One of them licks the drool off his body. Her hot breath makes his dick grow hard.

His legs part as the chair legs are widened. One of them crouches between them and flicks the top of his penis to make it flaccid. He feels a little ejaculate moisten his glans.

“We have a treat for you Rocco. Are you ready for it?” He grunts enthusiastically. “Good.” She responds, “Don’t move or you might lose something.” She laughs with delight as she says it. One of them pulls his face into her tits then moves behind him and pulls his head back so that it rests between them. He knows she is one of the blondes – only one of them has tits this big. His cock begins to harden again as he thinks how close his head is to her big beautiful tits. He feels vulnerable now that his neck is exposed. He feels himself getting harder. The whip cracks across his chest as one of them demands he stays flaccid. He feels another hard flick against his knob and he again softens as commanded.

“Good boy” the one between his legs tells him as though she were talking to a dog. “Good boy.” she says again as she pats his buttock from the side of the chair. He hears a packet tear opened and two pieces of metal tap together. He pushes his feet against the floor to try and raise out of the chair but it is useless. The chair is bolted to the concrete floor. His head presses back harder into the warm breasts behind him. He feels a hand stroke his exposed neck while another one holds his forehead and forces him to stay between the big warm tits. Panic stricken he again tries to move but it is hopeless; he is at their mercy.

“Hold still.” One of them commands. The whip strikes his chest again and again and again. The pain sears through his body as he writhes with pleasure.

The domina between his legs puts a metal cock ring over him and begins to masturbate his prick. He hardens quickly as his body relaxes to her rhythmic sucking of his nob. Her hot, moist mouth sucks his cock like a milking machine. She stops. Rocco groans in disappointment. The three of them begin to leave. Just as they reach the door one of them asks him: “Are you ready for your walk?” He nods in agreement. They walk back to him, put his leash on him and remove the ropes that held him to the chair. One of them tugs the leash and pulls him to his hands and knees then leads him around the room.

Crack!! The leather whip strikes his back. “Smell my boots” he is commanded. He gropes around and sniffs to find her boots. Drool drips uncontrollably to the floor. He finds the boot and tries to sniff it but there is a tug on his leash that holds him back. The leash holder chuckles.

“Here boy!” She says, “Here boy…” She taps a boot against the concrete. He tries to get to it. His leather collar chokes him as he forces his way over to it. The leash tugs harder. The whip hits him again. “Behave!” The whip holder shouts. He crawls on all fours to the leash holder and grovels at her legs. She pats his head and tells him he is a “good boy”. Someone strokes his penis and giggles.

His cock still hard, he is lead around until he is over a hot female body. “Fuck it” a voice demands. He fumbles as he is guided into position. He feels her arms around him as he penetrates his bitch. One of them sits on his back as he moves in and out of her.

Crack!!! “Faster” the domina sat on him shouts. He speeds up. “Harder” She shouts as she bounces on his back “Harder, I said, harder.” She gets off him as he gathers momentum. She pushes him off his bitch and one of the others climbs onto him and rides him, vigorously. The ball gag is removed from his mouth and one of them squats on his face and forces him to lick her clit. His bitch gets up from the floor and stands in front of the one sat on his face. She pulls her face into her pussy and makes her eat it. All four of them groan in ecstasy as they orgy. The intense pleasure makes him pass out but not before he shoots his load and pussy juice drips into his mouth and over his body.

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