There was no way of telling how long the boy had been there, though the pool of cum in which he was kneeling suggested a long time. Yet, the boy continued to show great enthusiasm for every load he received -- no matter how and where. He seemed like in a trance -- he was high on cum and every load only supercharged his high. All I could think was how lucky this boy was. I hoped I'd be there one day.
The three of us watched the scene for a while. Master M was clearly enjoying the show and was playing with himself. He told his boyfriend he was just going to add one load to the boy's tally and handed Master J the leash. Two men were just shooting their load when Master M walked up and they stepped aside as soon as they were done -- one had aimed for the boy's face, the other had him hold his mouth wide open. Getting himself right up to the edge with his right hand, he grabbed the boy by his cum-soaked hair with his left. He pulled the boy's hair to get his face closer and said open wide -- he gave the boy a huge load to swallow. The boy made sure to get the last drop by sucking the tip for a second -- so much cum, yet still greedy for the last drop! As Master released the boy, the hair was left standing up in little peaks because of being grabbed that way. His left hand was covered in the cum of dozens of strangers, and he had me lick it clean before we moved on to the next room. All the old cum mixed with the boy's hair tasted... delicious. I almost felt like I was honoured to be the bukkake boy -- but this for now was the closest I would get.
It struck me that from the perspective of a slutty pet like me, this place only had one drawback--you don't get to choose to serve in this room. However, I figured if I kept coming back, I'd end up here at some point! I couldn't help but wonder whether they use the huge amount of cum in the inflatable pool at the end of the night, for example to have boys wrestle in it...
A FEW MORE ROOMS
We went through a few more rooms. One was especially set up for intricate and predicament bondage, with the walls and ceiling covered with hooks and bolts to attach ropes and chains to. There were boys suspended in all kinds of twisted and seemingly impossible positions. One boy was kept in what was without doubt an incredibly uncomfortable squatting position where bending down deeper would tighten the noose around his neck but standing up to loosen the noose would stretch the rope around his balls. He was sweating and on the brink of tears -- and rock-hard. Many muscular and beautiful boys were just contorted in positions that showed off their tight abs or big pecs or ass. They were mostly just there for decoration. Men were milling about, chatting, and enjoying the views, but they weren't necessarily paying attention to or playing with one boy in particular. The extent of the rope burn on some of the boys suggested that they had been in the exact same poses for a long, long time.
On the next stop, I learned that the facility also had a gym for the dominant men to use -- I couldn't help but wonder what this place didn't have?! A few boys were used as punching bags, and some other boys were put through forced and intense workout programs -- they were sweating buckets and on the brink of keeling over from exhaustion. Most boy here, however, were used in the locker room, where they licked, kissed, savoured, and worshiped the men's sweaty bodies, sweat-soaked socks, and pungent smelling feet and ass cracks. These lucky boys were enthusiastically kissing and licking every square inch of the sweat-drenched men who had finished their workouts. Master J commented on how there's nothing better than two or three sets of tongues and lips caressing every sore muscle you have to recover properly from a workout. The masculine scent coming from the locker room made my locked little dicklet strain so hard in its cage!
When we arrived at the torture dungeon, where I had almost ended up for this night, I was terrified. I knew I would experience this myself at some point, and I've already taken some decent beatings. But, what I saw scared me. And, it wasn't just what I saw -- it was the sounds. The begging, the crying and wailing, the screams. In most other rooms you hear boys beg, but usually for more. The agony and anguish you could feel present in this huge room made my stomach tense. I felt nauseous for a while. I looked around and everything I saw were probably things I could take on their own: I see some boys getting whipped or caned, some have electrotorture devices hooked up to their dick and balls, or as a plug in their pussy. Some boys are getting fisted, and there's a boy hanging two feet above the floor from his genitals. There are boys covered in layers and layers of hot wax or having heavy weights hung from nipple clamps.
