Chained Pt. 02

Sir joined them, standing just behind her, his hand rested on her shoulder. He gave it a little squeeze, a little sign of reassurance maybe - a sign that he'd keep her safe?

"Good afternoon gentlemen," he began. "Welcome and thank you for coming. This," he used her hair to pull her head back showing off her face, "is my new toy." He released her head and paced behind her. "Now, I hope everyone remembers the rules, but just in case, let me review. Her hands and mouth are available for service. You may touch, fondle, tickle and torment, but no ... I repeat, 'No' permanent damage or marks. Any questions?"

"The open mouth gag?" one of the men asked.

"Just a precaution, this is a new toy and I'm still breaking her in. Any other questions?" Sir paused for a moment to see if anyone had any, no one did. "Alright, then gentlemen enjoy yourselves." He stepped away leaving her alone under the hungry gaze of the 'guests'. She felt self conscious as these strange men ogled her naked body. My god, she thought, she hadn't even cleaned up - wax still stuck to her breasts while her own pee was drying on her thighs.

The men seemed hesitant initially, seemingly content to stare and ogle but she knew that wouldn't last. The first man, the one who'd asked about the gag, crossed the room and crouched down to get a closer look. He pulled her hair painfully as he tilted her head up and ran his finger along her jaw line a predatory smile on his face as he released her and stepped away. Surprised she watched him walk away, confusion at his behaviour left her wondering - until he started removing his clothing. He made quick work of his clothes and turned back towards her. He was not nearly in the shape that Sir was, a bit of a potbelly overhanging his hardening cock, but as he strode towards her, his penis bouncing lewdly before him, she found a strange mix of emotions. She was definitely repulsed by this strange little man, but something else too... a strange sort of excitement filled her as she anticipated what was about to happen.

The other men had gotten the same idea and were stripping down even as the first closed on her, his hand slowly stroking his hardening cock. She looked up at him her eyes wide with fear and his smile grew. Grabbing her roughly by the hair he pushed his cock into her open mouth, she tasted him on her tongue as he did his best to gag her with his shaft. He pumped back and forth fucking her face as he used her to pleasure himself. The only real blessing was that he wasn't large, in fact he was on the small side of average and as much as he wanted to gag her with his cock, he wasn't capable of attaining that goal. Still, he clearly enjoyed the attempt and she could see why Sir had used the open mouth gag - if ever there was someone she'd be inclined to bite. Instead, the best she could do was drool, which she did in abundance with her mouth held open as it was.

Her attention, taken as it was, meant she was unaware when the other men joined them initially. Someone took hold of her hands and the next thing she knew she had a stiffening cock in each. She squeezed the sensitive flesh and felt them twitch briefly. They continued to grow as she stroked them while the first man continued to thrust into her open mouth. She knew, or at least she hoped, the first man wouldn't last long and it was with a gasp of relief that shortly after he started he pulled his stiff cock from her mouth and pumped his climax all over her. The first jet of semen landed on her cheek while the second and third failed to attain the distance, instead arcing sadly to fall on her breasts. He was soon replace by another who took more care as he stroked himself and used her mouth to pleasure himself with.

Things became a blur of flesh and semen and she lost track of time. A hand job splashed cum across her face and the shrinking cock was immediately replaced by a hardening one. She gagged as the cock she was sucking caught her by surprise and gushed across her mouth, it to was quickly replaced by another. She lost track of how many cocks she sucked, handled and pleasured - though she was certain some were returning for seconds, some of the younger men maybe even thirds. Tears rolled from the corner of her eyes from the sheer effort of the activity and cum plastered her hair to her face. Most of the men were unlike that first and though she wouldn't say they were gentle, they weren't trying to hurt her.

As the last man shot his load across her breasts, she found herself with no one waiting. All the men had stepped away from her and she noted that some were already cleaning themselves up and getting dressed. She knelt and waited - there wasn't much else she could do until she was released. As she watched she saw them pay their respects to Sir, thanking him for a pleasant evening as they left.

When he'd said goodbye to the last of his guests, he returned to her - a wide smile on his face.

"You did well, Toy. Very well indeed." She beamed at the praise, a warm tingle flowing through her sore and exhausted body. "Now, how about we get that gag off of you and get you cleaned up?"

Chapter Eighteen:

Sir led her to the shower in the room he'd said was to be hers. She waited quietly while he started the shower and set the temperature, until he finally nodded at her to get in. The water was hot, but not unbearably so and she savoured the feel of the water running through her hair and over her body.

"The temperature is all right?"

She purred back at him and he laughed as he began stripping out of his clothes before joining her in the shower. She felt him gather up her hair and realized with a start that he was washing it. With firm yet gentle pressure he worked the shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp while he did, before rinsing it out.

"I think we're going to need to do this a couple of times," he commented as he began to lather her hair again, this time allowing it to set for a time. While he waited for the shampoo to do its work, he added shower gel to a pouf and began scrubbing her back and shoulders. The shower gel lathered well and, with the assistance of the hot water, made relatively short work of the mess she wore. He was vigorous in his scrubbing and her skin tingled as he worked. She found herself smiling as she braced against the wall.

"That feels so good," she murmured happily.

In the end it took three shampoos, two rounds of conditioner and a full body scrub down to get her clean. Through it all, she found herself simply enjoying the feel of his hands upon her - he was careful not to press to hard, but diligent about getting her clean. When he'd finished he stepped out of the shower, towelling himself off and letting her enjoy a few more minutes under the water before shutting it off and greeting her with a fluffy white towel. She stood quietly again while he dried the water from her skin, her eyes following his motions while he worked. Naked as he was she let her eyes take him in. He wasn't as muscled as some of the men she'd dated, but he was definitely in shape. He cared about his appearance, but wasn't obsessed with it. He was also clearly comfortable naked, and as she'd had ample opportunity to learn, he had great hands. He's an interesting mix of strong and soft, she found herself thinking and frowned at the thought. What was she thinking and more than that, what the hell was she feeling?

Still, as he began running the brush through her hair, holding it so it wouldn't pull, she couldn't help feeling content and tingly. She'd always loved having her hair played with and, closing her eyes to enjoy his touch, she decided that this wasn't the time for conflict.

Her hair finished, he led her upstairs to the kitchen and had her take a seat at the table - neither spoke a word. He pulled a collection of fruit from the refrigerator, washed it and joined her at the table. Cutting a piece from one of the apples he leaned forward and gently lifted it to her lips. After the brutality of the earlier activities, she had not been expecting such gentleness and she gingerly accepted the apple. While she ate, he cut a piece for himself. He spent the next half hour feeding them both bite-sized pieces of fruit, and it was one of the most sensual experiences of her life - by the end of it she found herself sucking the fruit juice from his fingers with each new piece.

"You've had a very full day," he finally said breaking the silence. "Shall we put you to bed, Toy?"

She barely noticed the use of her new name, instead nodding as she realized how tired she actually was. He gently moved a truant strand of hair from her face before leading her back downstairs to her room. Once there he tucked her into bed and gently kissed her. His lips still tasted like fruit and she couldn't resist flicking her tongue across them. He was smiling as he pulled away and she found herself clutching his hand and pulling him back. He leaned back in for a second kiss. Her lips parted as she kissed him deeper and her tongue sought his, teasing it when she found it. Moments passed as they kissed, arousal rising inside her and she found herself pulling him closer.

He gently pulled away again and she tried to pull him back but this time he simply smiled warmly at her.

"Get some sleep, my pretty Toy."

With a conflicted sense of longing, she watched him leave.