It had been five weeks since we met on Recon, four weeks since we met in the coffee shop. Master Brodrick was a master of the mental mind-fuck. He made it seem like it’d only be three or four days before he executed our agreement… but then a week passed. Then two. I became jumpy, paranoid. The suspense was murder. Just looking at other men on the subway, knowing it could be any one of them, made me leak cum in my underwear. Since Master Brodrick insisted I only masturbate hands free, long nights with my dildos, plugs, and e-stim box were my only consolation.

I soon began to suspect that he’d abandoned our agreement. The paranoia began to evaporate. One night after work, I went to have a beer at a local gay-friendly bar I’d been to half a dozen times since our meeting. With one beer in me, I let my guard down.

I heard the whistle but registered it as back-ground noise. Then, all the men in the bar began to stand up…and they were moving, right towards me. I froze on my bar stool. Suddenly, Master Brodrick grabbed me from behind and forced me up against the bar. A deceptively strong hand went over my mouth. Hands tore at my shirt, my pants. The bartender whiskered threw Brodrick a collar which was cinched around my neck.

I cried out in surprise, pleading “wait wait” and “no don’t!” as a cold hand tore off my underwear, then squeezed and pulled on my balls until I was begging for mercy. More foreign hands tweaked my nipples. Brodrick dragged me me over to a booth and bent me over it, the chain connected to my collar wrapped around his fist. One of his leather buddies pinned my arms behind my back. My ass was on display for everyone to see.

Master Brodrick unzipped and made a display of working lube and pre-cum onto his 7-inch cock that was near purple with blood. He waited for a moment, I suspect for me to say the safe word, but I didn’t. I was near dizzy with arousal and intoxicated the scent of all these real men around me, many who were already stroking themselves. They were waiting their turn, I realized, and groaned. I was stuck. No way out. Brodrick reached between my legs to fondle my cock, then laughed as I keened and tried to rub against his palm. “Well look who is already hard, boys.”

He pinched my foreskin, then withdrew his hand so he could direct his cock deep between my ass in one possessive thrust. My plugs hadn’t prepared me enough for him – I shouted and twisted under him, but he just held me down and fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my entire life. I cried out every time that mushroom head hit my prostate until someone shoved a wad of my T-shirt in my mouth. It was only seconds until master Brodrick’s hips jack-hammered against my body as he emptied his huge load in my passage. It dribbled down my balls and onto the floor. A stranger knelt between my legs and began to suckle and lick my balls.

Touch me! I wanted to beg to the stranger, but the gag did its job. Oh god, one stroke and I would explode like a firehouse. He cruelly avoided my cock, leaving me harder than ever. Master Brodrick stepped away and I heard another zipper come undone… then another.

After 7 men had used my ass to deposit their cum, Master Brodrick took the gag out of my mouth to give me water. I drank half the bottle in one go. He made me drink it all, then brutally yanked my collar so I was upright. Semen coated my thighs and I slipped in as I stumbled after him. Men snickered behind me.

I was taken into the back room where I was forced to pee on the floor in front of everyone. It was humiliating, especially since my erection made it spray everywhere. They laughed at me. For the rest of the evening, I was passed around, peed on, fucked, sucked and made to suck penises that made my jaw ache. Hands would tease my cock, then stop right before I shot. I was near mad with the need for release, but was instead edged and denied for a maddeningly long period of time.

A couple hours later, the last cock pulled out of my sore and used ass that was covered in red marks and bruises. Brodrick set me in his lap, ignoring my gasp of protest, then jacked off my neglected cock. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life; little black spots danced in front of my eyes. I opened my jaw to scream but my voice was too raw. Docile and exhausted, I collapsed against him. When he told me to licked my seed off his palm, I did it without question.

He held me close and rocked me for ten minutes to make sure I was alright before telling me what would happen next. He was going to go bring the car around, but first I’d have to walk outside and out to the curb covered in spunk and piss. Subspace is such a powerful thing; I didn’t even blink. I would do it for Master Brodrick. For him, anything.