If any of you follow me on Twitter, you know I'm into the BDSM lifestyle in my personal life. I have a lot of experience, so this might be more detailed than some of you bargained for. It's long as fuck though and I hope you all enjoy it. Suggested by SPN_GothGirl

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Have you ever pushed your body beyond it's breaking point? Do you know that feeling when you do? It's a haze, where you just stop feeling pain because your mind has taken control. I reached that point, a few days ago. Then I was pushed just a little further past that point, and found a reality that's anything but.

I feel things more than I should. It's like I'm tripping on acid without taking any drugs. Candles hung from the ceiling by their sides, suspended by thin string. As flames burned down the wicks, the red wax fell fast onto my back. It felt like fire striking me in bullets. My wrists and ankles were tied down by ropes knotted to iron studs in the floorboards. I didn't mind taking the pain of hot wax hitting my back, because this is the first time I've gotten to lay down in a long while.

My muscles ached to the point that even relaxing them hurt. My whole body was so soar and tender. Every breath was shuttered and weak. I'm just happy to have somewhat of a break, even though I love serving my Master. I live to serve him in this life and the next. I take the beatings because I crave any attention from him, even the negative. It's my own fault where he raises his fist, because that means I did something wrong.

Pleasure also has to be earned. Being left tied to the floor in only really torn up jeans is a combination of earning pleasure and receiving punishment. Master takes it very seriously when I don't listen. He had a dinner party recently and I screwed up so many times that night. I embarrassed him in front of his friends, which is a pretty high offense to him.

His other slave did exceptional that night, and that's why I watched Master fuck him over and over again. I only felt whips along my skin continuously. Now, I hear the heavy door open, and I know I'll feel more pain once again. The sweat soaked my hair I laid there wordlessly. It dripped down my face like the wax dripping down the candles.

I felt the thrash of a flogger against my back. My spine arched out of agony and my fists tightened. Master's laugh sounded numbly in the thin air, "Just making sure you're still awake. I didn't give you permission to sleep. I'm glad to see someone is finally following orders."

He stepped away from me. I didn't see his face in the time, just his shoes. As he walked away, I saw a pain of bare feet with shackles stumble after him. He brought Devin with him. Either he came to use this room on Devin because it is rather big, or he wanted to fuck him in front of me again. I heard a thud but didn't look up. I assumed it was him dropping Devin to the floor. Much to my surprise, Master started to walk over to me again.

"How's my little graveyard baby, hm?" He asked with a sense of amusement to his voice. He struck my back one again with the flogger, "Answer me when I speak to you!"

I fought to catch my breath after the blow, "Tired, Sir."

He preferred honesty. It was obvious I was beat to shit, but I pushed through it. He gently ran the tails of the flogger alone my soar back. I shook as it stung to feel the material dance over where the hot wax had hit me. Master stuck me once again, this time harder than the last two.

"Awe, poor little baby. Is the wax getting to be too much for you?" He mused evilly.

Again, I was honest, "Yes, Sir."

Sometimes, being honest isn't the best. He can sense my lies for whatever reason though. He just knows. Master made a fake coo of compassion. Suddenly I felt a straight line of hot wax being poured on my back. I bit my tongue and pulled at my restraints. Master put out the flame of the candle against my arm, then threw it across the floor boards.

He knelt down in front of me. I could smell his cologne from here. It was so goddamn sexy. He hasn't touched me in a pleasuring way in days. I needed him so fucking badly. I was addicted to him like a drug, and that is why I take my punishments.

Master slowly began to undo the knots tied around my wrists. "When I tell you to, you're going to crawl over to where Devin is across the room. I'll give you sixty seconds to do it. Whatever time you have left in seconds, I'll give you in minutes to sleep. Are we understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I replied sheepishly.

Oh, thank Satan. I haven't been able to sleep for almost a few twenty four hours. Once he had untied me, I sat up a little bit. Now I could see Devin across the large room. He sat on the floor with his legs to the side and slightly tucked under him. He wore a long sleeve crop top, booty shorts, and a choker, all in black. He was so beautiful compared to me. I understand why Master would want to fuck him more.

Master handed Devin a stopwatch. With the snap of his fingers, he indicated us both to begin. Devin hit the stop watch and I tried my damnedest to get over to him the fastest I could. We were on opposite sides of a very big room and I could barely move because my body hurt do much. I still pushed myself because I needed that sleep so badly.

I pretty much fell on Devin as I reached him and he stopped the watch. He wrapped an arm around me as I relaxed into his chest.

"Forty seconds left, Sir." Devin stated.

Master took the watch from him. He stared down at it, flickering with anger. "Last time I checked you could count just fine." He scoffed, then powerfully slapped Devin, "So why did you lie to me?"

"I-I-I'm sorry, Sir. I just wanted Ricky to get as much sleep as possible, Sir." He stuttered out.

We've always been good about watching out for each other. He should have known Master would see right through that though. I was grateful for his efforts, though. Master picked Devin up by his hair and dragged him over to a column. Devin got his hands tied above his head and an open mouth gag put in.

"I'll deal with you later." Master scoffed. He walked back over to me and shoved me on my back. "You two just love to be pain in the asses, don't you? That loyalty will cost you. I know you want me to fuck you, no matter how tired you are. So you can sleep after you cum. That is, if I let you. On your feet, slut."

I scurried up to a standing position. My hands rested behind my back politely and my posture was straight, as was my eye line. Slaves are to look forward, not at their Master. That's something both Devin and I have struggled to learn. Master began to examine me, and I let myself slip. I caught a quick look at his handsome face and he bitch slapped me hard. My neck whipped to the side, but I quickly repositioned myself to be back in stance.

"I can't believe I've had you this long and you still are this terrible at following the simplest of rules. I should just trade you in for a slave that would actually listen." He stated, to which my heartbeat increased. Master noticed my stress, "What? Do you have something to say about that, slave?"

"Yes, if I may, Sir." I muttered.

He narrowed his eyes, "Go 'head."

I inhaled and exhaled a breath first, "Please do not trade me in, I beg of you. You're the best Master I've ever had. I live to serve you, and I will be good from now on. I promise, Master. I'll do anything to stay your slave."

Master laughed at my pity, "I like to hear that. Don't worry, Ricky. You're just too sexy for me to let go of you. That doesn't change the fact that you're a little whore." He walked around to my backside. Master suddenly rammed several of his fingers in my ass, almost ripping me open from going so fast. "You know Mike offered me a good amount of money to fuck both of you. I turned him down, because you're mine and only mine."

He pulled his hand out of my ass and shoved it in my mouth, making me taste myself. Master's other hand wrapped around my neck tightly. I stumbled back into him, mostly because me pulled me that direction. Through the fabric of his jeans and mine, I could feel his boner. I didn't care how tired I was; I wanted his cock badly. He started to grind into me and I grew hard.

Master released his grasp on me. He turned me around so I was facing the back wall. There was a beam by it, almost like the kind used in gymnastics. Master bent me over it and tied my arms to each end. My body was now stuck in a position where I was bent over with my ass pretty exposed. He walked around to the side of the beam that my face was on.

Unzipping his black jeans, he let his monster out of the cave, if you know what I mean. Master slowly began to stoke himself, killing me with lust. I had to hold back a whine from my mouth because I wanted his cock so fucking badly. I didn't even want it in my ass, just in me in some way. And now, I knew what he wanted me to do.

"May I please suck your cock, Master?" I requested.

He must've been smirking by his tone, "Yes, you may."

Master brought his tip to my mouth. He pushed himself down my throat to get a feel. Once he liked the way I felt, he began to skull fuck me. If I could I'd do all the work, but I'm a little... tied down at the moment. He did give me breaths in between. That was, until he pushed himself all the way down my throat and held himself there until I was choking. I gasped for air as he pulled himself out.

"Tell me how badly you want it." He scorned.

"Please, Master, please fuck me. I want your huge cock fucking me so badly, Sir. Please!" I begged him.

He only chuckled at me. Master moved back behind me and slipped my jeans down just enough to expose me. I felt his wet tip at my entrance. Once he got the tip adjusted, he slammed into me and started to fuck me hard. It felt so damn fucking good, I couldn't describe it. The pleasure was surging through every muscle in my body. There was nothing even comparable to the feeling of my master fucking me hard.

My legs began to shake. It was a combination of tiredness and weakness. He wrapped both his arms around my hips to help me from falling over. This also gave him a better grip on me to fuck me even harder. I tried not to be too loud because I'm not supposed to be without his permission. Most the time he gags me before he fucks me. This was a rare occasion.

I was started to get to the point where I couldn't take anymore. I've learned my limits well serving my Master and I knew I was close.

"Sir, may I please cum?" I asked, "Please, Sir!"

He grunted and pulled himself out of me. Master walked away but I couldn't see where. I heard the reeling noise of a rope being undone. Moments later he dropped Devin on the ground below me.

"Suck him off." He told Devin. Master grabbed my face with one of his hands, "And you, you cannot cum yet. Suffer and beg a little more.

Obviously any slave of Master's is well trained in sexual acts. Devin knew how to give a blowjob like nobody's business. He could easily make me cum in minutes, if I was aloud to release. Master went back behind me and started fucking me again. Now I had two sources of pleasure and I wanted to release so badly.

"Please!" I was practically crying, "Please, may I cum?! Please, Master! Oh, fuck, you're so big. Please!"

Through hitched breaths, he said, "Tell me you're not going to disobey again."

"I won't ever disobey again, Sir. I will be a good whore and follow all the rules. Oh, please, please!" I pleaded, on the verge of tears from holding myself back. "Please, Master!"

He laughed, getting evil kicks out of this, "Cum."

Thank fucking Christ. I finally allowed my body the release it was starving for. Devin still had his lips around me and I came into his throat. My body could barely take the amazing sensation brought on by that release of tension. I needed that so fucking badly.

Master pulled out of me and I almost fell to my knees. He pulled Devin off of me, "Let me see his cum on your tongue." He was told.

I couldn't see it from where I was tied down. I assume Devin showed him. Master untied me quickly from the beam and pulled me down to the floor. He pushed Devin's head towards mine. We got the hint and met our lips together. I tasted my own cum on his lips. Not to brag but, it does taste pretty good. Like sweet fruit.

Master grabbed me by my hair and ripped us apart, "Look at me. Do you like the taste of your own cum?"

"Yes, Sir." I admitted with a slight smile.

"I bet you do, slut. Do you want some more cum, slave?" He purposed.

"Yes, please, Sir." I replied.

He stood up straight. I adjusted so I was on my knees in front of him. Before I could ask permission to suck his cock, he forced my mouth on him. He must've been closer than I thought. Master fucked my mouth for only a minute before he moaned and released his seed. He pushed my head back, titling it up towards him.

"Show me." He instructed, and I opened my mouth to reveal his cum on my tongue. "That's a good boy. Now swallow."

I closed my mouth again and drank down his sweet semen. Taking a breath afterwards, I said, "Thank you, Sir."