Chosen to Suffer

My man came around behind me and started to massage my asshole. He rubbed firmly, using his own spit as a lubricant. As he slipped his fingers into my ass, I yelped in pain, begging him to stop.

“ Shut the fuck up, faggot. You’ll thank me later for this, I guarantee!”

He pulled his fingers out with a pop. I struggled on the bench, my neck chafing in the wooden stock, my wrists clipped firmly on the crossbar. I steeled myself, I knew he was about to rip me open with his big dick. I prepared myself, letting my sphincter relax, when suddenly the music swelled and the crowd hushed. My tormentor came around to my side and started cheering. It was the theme from the Olympics: very grand, monumental. A wall of velvet parted at the far end of the room, and the crowd roared! From behind the drapes stepped three of the largest men I had ever seen. They appeared to be giants next to the invited guests at the party. I immediately recognized one of them as the big black bull who traveled with us. I began to understand the plot. What the fuck had we gotten ourselves into?

They were dressed in costume, very Roman, like gladiators ready to do battle. In their hands were cat-o-nine-tails, dildoes and paddles, like weapons carried into the ring. Their mighty chests were criss -crossed in chains and leather straps, and they wore embroidered capes and sandals. There they stood: the burly black man, flanked by a giant man with thick black hair across his entire body and long beard that hung down over his enormous pecs, and an asian, who looked like a sumo wrestler, a huge towering mountain of flesh and muscle.

They marched into the room, and the crowd parted to let them through. I saw Dale sitting in a large chair (really like a throne), his bitch between his legs sucking contentedly on his dick.

“Thank you my friends for joining me in our celebration tonight! I promised you some entertainment, and never let it be said that Dale doesn’t deliver!”

The crowd chuckled softly, as the gladiators stepped forward to stand in front of him. They bowed in deference. Dale touched the Asians head, and pointed at the Latin kid. He touched the hairy man’s head, and pointed to the blonde. Finally he touched the bull’s head, and staring right into my eyes, sent him to me.

The sumo wrestler approached the cocoon of duct-tape, and pulled on a rubber glove. I could see from my perch on the fuck bench as he dipped his hand into a can of Crisco, pulling it out with a loud slurping sound. His thick folds of skin rolled as he stepped onto the platform. He massaged his own fat dick as he began to rub the creamy paste into the Latin kid’s asshole. The mob gathered around the quivering boy as the wrestler eased his fingers into his blushing butt. The man’s wrists were as thick as the kid’s arms. His forearms looked as big the kid’s leg. How was he ever gonna take that fist up the ass?

The latin boy was taped so securely, I couldn’t tell if he was conscious or not. I hoped he had passed out, maybe it would be easier on him as the thick wrist popped past his rosy pucker, and the outrageously bulky arm ripped his ass open. I watched as the wrist disappeared up the kid’s butt, and imagined the sensation of those rough knuckles rubbing against his prostate.

The hairy bearded giant stepped towards the blonde on the cross. I think he had gone into a trance, the crying had stopped and he seemed to be smiling! The giant pulled the leather cattail whip back over his head, and unleashed a great cracking lash across the blonde’s chest. He jumped and thrashed as the audience screamed their approval. Reaching up to the guy’s nipples, the man clamped a pair of alligator clips over each. He started to hang small weights from the clamps, until soon the poor devil’s nipples were stretched several inches. The giant then fastened a leather cowl around the blonde’s balls, and hung similar weights on them until his cum sacks were distended and his nuts grew red and swollen. As the crowd cheered, the giant added more weight and continued to whip the sacrificial boy across the chest.

“How ‘bout another? Whattaya say?!” The hairy beast would shout. The audience roared with approval. The boy’s nipples were pulled grotesquely into teardrops, his testicles stretched beyond recognition. He hung limply on the cross as the men in the audience jerked themselves off at the spectacle. 

I looked across the sea of faces, and found Kevin. He was smirking at me, his arm wrapped around this big tattooed biker type. I saw them slip out the glass door towards the Lake. So he was gonna miss my show? Pity.

The bull stepped up onto my platform. I was able to watch him as he turned to Dale for a sign. From his throne, he gave the black buck two thumbs up and the crowd cheered. Dropping his loincloth, he exposed his genitalia to the admiring guests. There were gasps, and then a great shout went up as the bull turned towards me. I saw his cock for the first time, and it took my breath away. I’ve always been a size queen, but this cock was like none I had ever seen, except on those porn sites where they enhance the picture to make outrageously large dicks. (If I saw this cock on one of those sites, I would laugh at how exaggerated they had made it.) It was solid as a rock, standing straight out from his hard muscular belly. At least 14 inches, it was more like a bull’s dick than anything human. Dark black in color, richly veined and curving upward. The head was popping out of a pink foreskin, angry and purple. I was struck with terror at the thought of him fucking me, but couldn’t help imagining it deep inside me. If I could take this hideous monster up my ass, I could survive anything! This man was a bitch’s dream, and an asshole’s nightmare.

I begged him for lubricant, as he stepped up between my folded legs and pressed his shaft between my ass cheeks. He grunted, and reached over to a can of Crisco, swathing his massive cock in grease. I whispered a breathy thank you, as he leaned down on my back and began to press his swollen cock head against my sloppy asshole.

“Baby, relax. My dick’s gonna hurt like hell, but it’s not gonna kill ya. Jus’ relax, let me do the work, just let your asshole open up for me. Push on it like you gotta take a crap. I’ll do the rest!”

The colossal black man urged his hips further between my legs, my ass opened up and the slimy head slipped into my rectum. It was only the glan, and already I was in agony. My fucker held me firmly by the neck, and the pressure of his weight on my back was making me light-headed. I was in rapture; my emotions were in crisis. Like kidnapped people sometimes fall in love with the kidnapper, I was falling for this big, hot, sexy bull that had a mammoth dick, and had it deep inside me. Some of the guests were stepping forward, placing their cock into my mouth as my ass slowly stretched for my ebony gladiator. I didn’t mind sucking their cocks, it made the fucking more intense. I lost track of what was happening to my companions, but I had definitely drawn the best partner. This man was fucking awesome.

“Y’know, I picked you out myself. The minute you stepped into the car back in New York, I knew I was gonna fuck your ass. I asked Dale if I could have you for myself.” He panted in my ear, as I took another few inches of his shaft up my rectum. “ Nobody ever takes all of my dick willingly. That’s why I like workin’ Dale’s parties. I love ripping open soft white asses.”

With that, he shoved the rest of his cock into my gut. I felt the rush of blood from my head, as his thick cock tore the muscles around my asshole. I knew my butt was bleeding, I felt it run down my leg. I didn’t care, I had done it, and I had taken the bull’s dick all the way, his bristly pubic hair rubbing against my tender ass cheeks.

My big hot magnificent fucker was putting on a great show! The Olympic music came on again, and he started pumping me to the beat. I couldn’t see behind me because I was firmly gripped in the fuck bench, but he was flexing and popping his incredible pectoral muscles as his hips whacked his cock repeatedly into my body. The guests were all over us, sliding their hands across the bull’s sweat covered back, slipping random hairy cocks in and out of my mouth. I felt someone sucking me from below, my raging cock hanging stiffly under the bench.

A good bottom always knows when his man is about to cum. The cock swells, the pumping becomes deeper and faster, until you can feel his shaft fill with fluid as it slides through your asshole. The bull was close! He stiffened up, and quickly pulled out. I felt like my gut was being turned inside out as my aching ass clung to his potent shaft.
Holding the immense cock in his hand, he sprayed thick, ropy gobs of cum across my back, hitting me between the shoulders. Several men came forward and began to lick me clean. I gagged on the cock in my mouth as the man unloaded his volley down my throat. He tasted sweet, and I came in the mouth below me.

I didn’t know it going into the weekend, but there were prizes for the “Best of Show”, and Bull and I shared the grand prize of five thousand dollars. We’ve both been to Dale’s many times since. My ripped asshole healed nicely. We usually try to work as a team, although we encourage audience participation whenever possible. Variety keeps the act fresh, and we experiment with new stuff every trip to the lake. I live for the feeling of the straps, the bulging muscles holding me down, his surreal cock wedged in my ass. Our winnings are just a bonus... I’d let him screw me for free!