Al knew what horror awaited him, the vibrator irritating wounds, only lingered after the "Lifeguard" - a popular regenerator in Firokami, another scientific development, which had become more common than aspirin in the world, which spliced bones and tissues for days, not months, - men, fucking the skull and trying to enter the urethra, women, urinating on abrasions. He knew that they came to the room to fuck him, but it’s one thing to fuck simply and completely different thing is to fuck a slave that had fallen out of favour. Alon was glad for that slave, who attacked Amir in the night. The man twitched and began kneeling.
“I beg you, mistress, I'll catch him and piss on him,” Alon prayed.
“And what it’s going to be? The bitch is probably snivelling in his room right now. Or is being comforted with someone, slut. How do you plan to do that?” Aletta snorted. “Your friend knows how to wake your fantasy up, so the next time you'll be more creative.”
“There's a dance tonight. He'll probably come, I'll do it there.”
“Good idea,” Aletta tested the vibrator’s speed. “But we somehow need to pass the time until the evening.”
“I satisfy everyone! Please, don't!” Al was begging.
“Of course, you will,” Aletta snorted again. The approval of masters was very important for her. She loved when she was envied to, loved to be admired. The last thing she wants is to question her strictness. It was Melinda who could afford to be soft-hearted. Her reputation was based on the different thing - Melinda didn’t spend on slaves more than two years, and then she killed them in some sort of cruel way. She did not kill female slaves, so it was often possible to see her with a girl.
Aletta was oiling her vibrator, looking at Al. All was admiring the subdued humiliated animal.
“Better whip me,” Alon swallowed.
“We’ll have it both ways” spoke Aletta through the clenched teeth.
Amir, his slave and Gene’s slave, laughed at the witty joke. Stine allowed himself a grin, Gene was busy with Selena, touching her, and thinking, what place she takes might have taken in the soon orgy.
Alon hugged the feet of Aletta, clung to them.
“Please…”
Aletta looked at Amir, who shrugged and pointed his thumb down. Melinda also shrugged her shoulders but pointed her thumb up. Stine didn’t know what to say. Gene distracted from Selena and showed up. Stine chuckled, opened his hands and pointed down.
“See, three against two, sweet,” sarcastically said Aletta, making a circular motion with her hand. Al closed his eyes, stung with the betrayal of the mistress for the thousand times. After all, the third voice was hers.
“I won’t be able to dance,” Alon said.
“And you won't have to dance,” smiled Aletta.
“Why? The balls hinder?” Amir asked.
“No, the balls don’t hinder me, sir,” answered Al quickly. The slave turned around, got on all fours, deciding to endure it. Aletta, with flashy pleasure, began to introduce the vibrator. Alon brokenly exhaled, clenching his teeth to not to yell. The cuts on the sphincter were painfully opening.
“ Why so quiet,” smiled the mistress and turned the vibrator on, continuing to enter it.
Alon obediently groaned, choking back the tears of disappointment.
“The handsome,” Amir exhaled.
“Shhh,” said Stine, holding a finger and watching Alon.
“What?” Amir quietly asked.
“It seems the girl is crying,” explained Stine.
Aletta rose, with a sense of accomplishment. Stine quickly got undressed, faster than anyone, came to Alon, the man was already turned on.
“This should be done like that,” Stine began to urinate on the face and in the mouth of Alon. He liked doing it exactly with Alon.
Amir lay down on the floor and began to torture the genitals of the man, stretching the urethra and trying to tear the scrotum with his short nails. Aletta and Melinda were kicking with feet the Alon’s back since men took all of Alon, aiming to the spine. Ladies-sadists called their slaves and ordered to be fucked.
Stine knelt, and skull fucked Alon. The genitals and the after of the slave was burning as if they had no protective layer of skin. Alon tried to make the man cum faster.
“Push the vibrator deeper!” ordered Aletta, while the slave of Gene caressed her, she looked at Alon. She wouldn’t talk to anyone about it, but the fostered slave aroused her more than anyone she had met in her life.
Amir, without ceasing to pull Alon's scrotum down, sharply forced in the vibrator deeper, so that it wasn’t visible from the outside. Alon screamed, leaned forward, letting Stine in deeper, the man poured out. Glared at Alon unpleasantly, he was not going to cum so fast. Stine came to the wall, took the lash of Aletta, and slashed Alon in the face. The slave jerked, the whip, hysterically squealed, again struck on the head. Alon tried to get down and protect himself.
“Don't you dare to protect yourself!” Amir hissed, continuing to pull the testicles of Alon towards the floor.
The slave howled softly, arching, and opening his face. Gene threw Selena off himself.
“Stupid girl. Don’t know anything, what do you have?” Gene came to Alon.
“What are you doing?” he asked Amir.
“I want to reach the balls to the floor and nail them, so the bitch doesn't twitch.”
Gene rolled his eyes.
“Oh... you’ll be fiddling with it the whole year. Nail them to the nightstand.”
Amir dragged Alon’s balls to the bedside table; the slave screamed loudly. The whip snapped across the floor. Stine hissed, irritably.
“Amir!” Stine snubbed him. “Stop your inconsistent with no anyone activity!”
Gene burst out laughing, shook his head.
“What are you doing, handsome? Ruining his face? Well, how is he going to seduce someone tonight?”
“He doesn't need to seduce! He needs to humiliate!” said Stine.
Alon hugged Gene’s legs, lifting the knees, this way the vibrator was causing more pain.
“Please, masters, don't!” Alon was whining. “I'm not going to twitch!”
“Well, to humiliate someone, it's necessary to approach this someone, right? And our kitten will run away ... And can throw himself overboard. I would run.”
“Does he have a choice?” flushed Stine was trying to hit Alon, without even noticing that Gene took the whip and gave Alon in the mouth to hold it.
Alon was crying from pain and despair, biting the handle of the whip. Amir pierced the Alon’s ball with a silver-plated nail. The slave howled, hugging Gene legs harder.
“Oh, well, will beat you to the table, and what's up with that?.. except making him brew coffee being nailed to a nightstand, but you won’t estimate it anyway...” said Gene discontentedly.
“Why are you always whining? If you don't like it, make something up yourself, and you are just always being cranky!” Amir hit a hammer on the nail, blood sprayed. Alon roared, clenched legs of Gene, almost dropping him, and pissed himself. Gene winced, took a hammer from Amir, pulled the nail out of the scrotum of the slave.
“Over,” Gene took Alon by the collar and dragged him to the bedroom.
“Hey, aren't you out of the line?” Stine raised an eyebrow.
“Oh,” sighed Gene, “I don't even know…”
Stine unwillingly burst out. “Oh, I don't even know” was a favourite saying of Gene.
“Okay, why Gene didn’t like you?” he turned to Selena.
The girl began to cry; she didn’t want to get to Stine. Amir joined Aletta and the slave.
Gene threw Alon to bed.
“Climb or something, is it me who should pull you up?”
“Thank you, master Gene, for not wanting to cut my balls off,” Alon crawled on the bed, remembered the morning's conversation with Aletta.
“Yes? Oh, you’re welcome. And what did I want? Yes, get this vibrator off, you’re flickering in front of me, my head will come off.” Gene opened a bottle of cognac, looked at Alon. “Oh, you can't do that yourself. Yes, yes...such a pity.”
Alon looked hopefully at Gene.
“So, what did I want?” Gene knelt on the bed, grabbed the handle of the vibrator and quickly pulled it out. Alon flinched, screamed, and cummed.
“Cut the testicles and make a vagina,” reluctantly said Alon.
“Oh, and you certainly don't want that,” sarcastically said Gene, took a sip from the bottle, contemptuously looked at it, splashed a little cognac in the palm, and began to sear the wounds. Alon tried not to twitch.
“You're right, I don't want that, master Gene.”
“Why? On what basis do you, slave, not want something?” Gene asked.
“I think, that ass is tighter for a dick, than a cut, master.”
“I don't know,” said Gene, carelessly. “We should try. Besides, no one is gonna sew your ass up. Especially since your mistress is a woman, your ass is always unhealed. I, for example, am already tired to get you with a hurt ass in this company.”
The master examined Alon for bruises. Discontentedly made a face.
“Well, that's what they did. And what should I do now?”
Gene sat on the bed, resting his hands over his face and staring at the Alon’s face.
“If you let me, master Gene, I'll satisfy you, and you won't feel that I have a hurt ass.”
“Yeah, is that the first time when I have sex with you? You nastily grind your teeth when you got inside all sorts of abrasions. Besides, after the monster, it’s all stretched there,” Gene gave the air and added sadly, “you can’t suck with such a face neither… Should I give you back? Let nailed to the table, whipped in the face...” Gene was somehow offended by life.
“I’ll do anything, master Gene!” Alon begged.
“Oh? Well, what can you do, for example, of anything?”
“Lie down, sir, I won't grind my teeth. “
“You just don't notice,” Gene lay on the bed, raised up on his elbows. “No, let's do something with your face first. Sit.”
Gene went for a "Lifeguard", with a contemptuous glance at copulating friends, sighed, and returned to the bedroom. The man began to grease Alon’s abrasions, clicking the tongue from time to time. The slave gratefully did not move. Gene began to tidy up the face of Alon. When he finished, fairly fell back in bed, and immediately unsatisfiedly clicked his tongue.
“Oh, well, you must be hungry.”
“If the master allows me, I shall be filled with his sperm,” quickly suggested Alon to enjoy the peace, at least a little bit.
Alon hugged the feet of the master, massaging, kissing him from ankles to thighs, and let the flesh of Gene in deep inside. He was chafing against the leg of the master with the genitals; fingers skillfully were massaging the buttocks and thighs of the man, Alon swallowed his cock deeper and suck in the testicles of Gene, caressing them with the tongue. The man exhaled a tired groan of pleasure. Alon was trying to give pleasure to Gene, in gratitude for the favour. When Gene poured out, the slave swallowed the cum and released the man's genitals. Alon clenched Gene’s penis, arousing it and got on him with no lubricant. Alon’s ass had returned to normal, the slave rose and inserted the scrotum of the master into himself, squeezed the muscles of the after. Alon knew that Gene in the sex didn’t groan and it was impossible to understand when he’d cum, he didn’t tense while sex, like all the ordinary people, didn’t relax after. Gene began to caress the penis of Alon, thoughtfully, carefully looking at him, it was a dangerous gaze, some idea may have come to him.
Alon opened his mouth not to gnash his teeth and tried to make the grimaces of pain look like a mask of passion. The slave, without unclenching the contracted muscles, began to move sharply, tornly, in different directions. Later, Alon relaxed his muscles and began to squeeze and unclench them wavy, continuing to move. After the mockery of the mistress, when she inserted the dildo, Alon had to train the muscles, so he managed them well. Gene poured in a few movements Alon also poured out, again tightly clenching the muscles the flesh of Gene.
“Oh, my God,” gasped Gene.
Alon didn't move, waiting for the order, he didn’t want to leave the room, so he moved again.
“Kinda obscurantism,” gasped Gene chokingly. “No sadism. And besides, here is an unfed slave.”
Gene cleaned his hand of Alon and again began to explore the penis of the slave. Alon moved, enforcing the sensation, gasped, shuddered in pain, but continued to move. Alon didn't shut his teeth, that’s why he was gutturally moaning. Gene poured out once again, took a deep breath.
“All right,” said the man with satisfaction. “Let's cut the balls of the newbie.”
Alon twitched.
“Hush, hush,” laughed Gene. “Sit still, I’m thinking.”
“If you want, master, you can cut me.” Alon gave voice deafly, knowing what newbie they were talking about.
"And if he is already with the patron?" doubted Alon. "Anyway, just keep them off Ad."
“There’s no difference for me whom to cut,” waved Gene. “What’s going on with you, one minute you want, another minute don’t want?”
“The newbie doesn’t know how to fuck, master,” Alon made an attempt to persuade Gene let Ad go.
“Oh, we’ll teach.”
“He's boring.”
“And who's not boring?” Gene responded philosophically. “But it’s pleasant to look at him.”
“After the first using, it will no longer be a pleasure to watch him, master.”
Gene again waved it off.
“We’ll see, if we don't like, we’ll just throw him away. I'll have to tell Aletta to turn the camera on when we get back from the dance, you'll get screwed and you'll be punished, so I'll at least watch a movie.”
“Master won't be present in person?”
“No, we all have personal business after dancing unless, of course, Stine brings the new guy, as he's macho.”
“What am I to do, master, so don't screw it up?”
“Oh, I don't know,” sighed Gene. “Well, fuck him in the urethra or something. Or fuck with your foot while you pee or while he sucks.”
The Gene clicked his tongue.
“Oh! You can knock his teeth out. Oh, Oh, you have to kick his balls off,” decided Gene.
“Thank you, sir,” Alon thanked, with no intention to implement the tips of Gene.
“You’re welcome, and after the dance braid your hair, otherwise I won’t see your eyes.”
“Okay, master.”
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