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    There was a thin sheet of foam between my head and the bar so I
couldn't hurt myself against it, but little else of comfort.  I moved on
the floor mounted dildo that impaled me, my muscles involuntarily
clenching against the invasion, as my thighs and calves ached at how far
apart my legs were spread and tied.  The floor dildo that I was mounted on
pulled my pelvis forward a little to accomidate it, better exposing my
legs to whatever whipping I might get.

    I was crying... as usual.  And wildly aroused, as usual.  I'd
tried to get away, tried to get loose, but Morgan was as thorough as usual
and my wrenching tries at freeing myself were met with laughter from the
crowd and the utter certainty that he had done it right after preparing me
for this with a couple of hard strokes with the strap.  I was helpless and
utterly naked for public viewing.  I still don't know if I hate or love
being used by those other than Morgan, but it doesn't really matter in the
end, as it pleases him to see me displayed.

    They put a ring on my cock, tucking my balls through it and
carefully hung weights on clamps from my the scrotum.  Each movement
brought new awareness of my sex, new waves of pain, tension, and arousal.

    I felt hands upon me, unknown hands stroking, pulling, teasing,
pinching, making absolutely sure that my hard-on was raging.  A hard slap
on the inside of my right thigh, I jumped in startlement and groaned as I
came back down on the dildo I was mounted on, and there was laughter around
me.  Tongue and teeth stroked my right nipple and I moaned behind the gag
as the mouth played and twisted at the bar that pierces that nipple
through.  The sharp edge of a tooth raked the sensative skin, clicking
against the metal and sapphire, and I heard another low laugh as I
gasped.  A hand pinched a welt on my buttocks and and I flinched.  Someone
lightly slapped my cock, sending it bouncing.  Another mouth started to
work the other nipple and I writhed, my cock becoming a bar of hard hurt
alone in the cold air, ripples of pain from the clamped on weights flowing
over me.  Suddenly everyone backed off and I tensed.

    A soft whisper of air and a riding crop struck fast and accurate
against the tender skin of my buttocks and upper legs, pain flared to life
all through me.  The crop handler worked for maximum snap of the crop
against my skin.  Again and again it struck.  Light at first, but steadily
harder.  At first, I tried to just stand still against it, but as it grew
harder and harder, the pain building on what was already there, I started
to frantically try to avoid the hurt.  But my dancing only drove the dildo
deeper within me.  My pinioned legs made it completely impossible to get
away.  The weight of my cock swung all the harder and jaws that clamped
onto tender skin pulled with every movement.

    I whimpered unceasingly behind the gag when the strokes stopped, my
entire body trembling as my hard-on softened with the pain.

    A slender, cool hand stroked my buttocks, pulling away a little of
the burning.  I did my level best to still my crying, and leaned into the
comfort of that small caress.  A woman laughed softly and I felt her hand
gently stroke my cock from tip to root.  Her hand played with my balls,
gathering them and gently touching them.  Then her fingers encircled my
cock and stroked it again.  My body bucked at the touch, my hips
involuntarily pumping at the stimulus, rocking me back onto the dildo.
The weights swung wildly, painfully.  There was laughter and cheering from
the portion to the crowd before me; but then her touch was irrevocably gone.

    Then the shadow of a caress against my cock.  A hand swiftly pulled
off the clamps on my scrotum.  A soft brush tantilized, teased my cock,
soft bristles prickled, stroking my too sensative skin.  My body plunged
after it, even knowing that it couldn't statisfy the raging of my organ,
my mindless body tried to get more.  The brush stroked and teased, drawing
to torture the tip and I was dancing again, dancing on my mounting, trying
to follow, but my bonds and the dildo kept me relentlessly in place as the
brush disappeared.

    I sobbed softly against the gag and then screamed as a leather
strap took me across the buttocks hard enough to lift me from the ground.
Gravity set me back down on the invading dildo, and the gag effortlessly
kept me silent.  Then, deliberately, with an inmeasureable amount of time
between the strokes the strap fell again.  I could tell that it was
Morgan behind the strap, knowing the timing, knowing my body's reactions
to everything he does.

    It was slow, deliberate, with none of the hurry or flip of the
crop, and all the more frightening for that.  At first, I fought it,
fought the pain, fought the strap, wrenching at bonds, trying to get away
from the pain, muscles feeling like they were going to stone.  But I
couldn't get away, couldn't escape, couldn't even cry out at the
striking.  With the physical realization of that fact I was finally able
to relax into it, finally able to receive the hurt as it should be taken.

    Morgan was expert at it, at slowly building the pain, spreading
the strikes out both in time and over my skin and gradually building the
fire on my body.  Slowly, exquisitely, he drove me out of my head, each
blow driving me further into that utterly different state of
unthinkingness, between consciousness and pure animal reaction.  The sobs
of my breathing shook my body, the pain overwhelming me so much that I
felt something like detachment even as I was consumed by the fire of the
hurt.  Each slash increased the overall burn of pain, until I felt like I
was melting in it, dissolving.

    And, just as I felt that I could take no more, Morgan stopped.

    For a long, indeterminable moment, I hung in my bondage as my
whole body burned and shook.  I was sucking air as fast as possible around
the gag as I realized that I was uttering small cries with every breath
and my entire face wet from tears.  I felt inutterably drained and relaxed
to stop the shaking.  I relaxed into the dildo until it felt like it had
impaled me up into my chest.  My mouth took the weight of my head as it
fell forward, as my shoulders took on the weight of my body.  Then the
roaring applause of the audience startled me, frightened me as it rolled
over us.  I hadn't known so many people had been watching us, and it felt
both wonderful and frightening to know that I was the center of so much
attention.  I was glad of the blindfold and soon I heard the sounds of
the crowd moving away to other displays that Sauron's had to offer.

    I felt Morgan's touch, the scent of his sweat near me, and my
body shivered uncontrollably.  "Good job, Horse." he said softly, his hand
gently stroking my shoulder.  I tried to move my head in acknowledgement,
but the reins on the gag stopped the movement.  My ankles were released
and Morgan pulled the dildo out and as the tip of it pulled free, I gasped
at the sensation of it, tears flowing freely into the cloth of the
blindfold.

    Morgan hugged me close and his hands moved to the reins, untying
them from the bar, and then my bound arms as well.  My legs were shaking,
still burning with pain, so he carefully lowered me to the floor, half
onto his lap.  The touch of the cold floor was a blessing against the heat
of my legs and sore backside.  He undid the gag first and gently kissed me
as I worked my sore jaw loose.  The gentleness of the kiss took my breath
away, especially combined with feeling of just how much strength the pain
had taken from my body.

    "Thank you, Master." I whispered around the dryness of my mouth,
and he kissed me again, until my head swam with it and I felt my cock
rising again in acknowledgement of my feelings.

    The blindfold came away, next, but he left my arms laced together
behind me.  My eyes opened to see his sea-green eyes looking at me with a
fondness that made me swallow the ache that rose in my throat.  For a long
moment, he held me in his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder, closed my
eyes and relaxed into his strength and warmth.

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