The two smaller pliers were clamped one to each nipple. I couldn't take the pain! I tried to remove them and he tied my hands using his belt. I tried to scream, but his cum gun was effectively muffling any sounds from me. "You want these off?" he asked while he shoved himself as far down my throat as he could. He thenstarted pulling both the smaller tools (on my poor angonized nips) twisting back and forth at the same time. He continued until the tools finally tore the skin and pulled loose. He immediately re-secured the clamps right on top of the already damaged skin. My renewed attempts to scream seemed to both anger him and turn him on even more. He continued thrashing in and out of my
Next, he turned his attention to the vise grip on my now totally numb cock.
(I can't believe I had more pain from my nipples than the abusive clamping of my poor penis.) He tied a clothesline cord to the pliers, and started whipping the cord back and forth violently. Just as I started to scream (yes scream, like a fucking girl!) The pain was more than I could take, suddenly, he is shoving his cock past my screams and plugs my throat with the biggest hardon I've ever seen him have and starts humping like a dog on a bitch in heat.
Amidst all these other sensations, I suddenly realized he was sticking my right nut with something very sharp. A needle of some sort. Just as he was driving the needle out the far side of my ball, his cum cannon fired a long, powerful volley deep inside my throat. I couldn't believe how long he came. He came so hard his cum started backing up and coming out the sides of my mouth fully mixed with the frothy saliva.
Without ever taking his fuck tool from my mouth, he ordered me to jack off until I cum. But, I must leave all the vise-grip pliers clamped to my tender organs and the needle stays in place as well. Through all this pain, I suddenly realized I was about to have the best orgasm of my 35 years.
As I came, I screamed in unbelievable agony. Just as I blew my load, I had to have all the torture devices removed from my ravaged sex! The pain seemed to get ten times worse! The trouble was, Ken was not going to cooperate. Quite the reverse, actually. His cock grew. It seemed to have no limit! For the next, I don't know how long, he would alternately twist, pull, and bat the vise-grips. What felt like hours like hours later, my perception of time was currently very distorted, Ken just yanked all the locking pliers from my tender sex, leaving much more damaged skin in the process. Seeing all the blood must've been a real turn on, because I immediately felt him buck as he shot still another heavy load down my already battered and raw throat.
Yet through all the pain, I had this enormous sense of accomplishment at having given my master so much pleasure. My master. I like the sound of that..
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