Master Stripes
I had certain expectations when I subbed for a master on a more permanent basis. I didn't think they were unreasonable expectations either but apparently some guys did. For 1; I don't top. Being a large rhino with an equally large cock I had been asked to a lot. I've tried. I just can't do it, so I don't do it.
The second is that I don't give a shit about my appearance. That doesn't mean I don't dress up appropriately for occasions, it just means I don't care if a Master wants to change something about me. The one thing I try not to encourage is getting prettied up like a girl. I'll wear panties for a good root, sure. But only as a one time thing. I don't pretend that I'm not a guy and I would rather they wouldn't. Not a deal breaker for me, because well, yeah I'm a bitch. No shame in being a tailraiser.
Third is creativity. Don't expect a sub to be eager every time for just a quick doggystyle fuck. Sure that is fucking amazing. But seriously, change it up and get creative. Demean me as a sub. Tease me and force me to crave being under you. Put my dick in a cage or hold up my nuts for you to slap around.
The third reason is actually why I'm with the master I'm with now. Master Stripes. A tiger with a serious bipolar disorder and one that I learnt not to tease about his name. Once was enough for me to earn quite a few 'stripes' of my own at the thin end of a cane. Our first session however was something else entirely. After a couple of weeks of chatting on a fetish app for masters and subs we made a date to do, as he put it, 'Something fckn WILD'.
I rocked up to that 'date' with nothing on under my cargo pants, snorting past my nose ring that a former playmate had thought would look good on me and a blue wifebeater. Smiling, Stripes opened the door and let me in with a quick slap on my ass for the way past. He wasn't charming or anything that day, just filled with authority and directions as he showed me to his playspace. A dark concrete bunker set back in the hill behind his place with a couple of lights in the ceiling.
Patting the bench in the middle he had me climb up on top and pulled out some ropes. Strong, sturdy and slightly rough, just like the tiger that was about to tie me up. I wasn't too worried. I'd told some friends where I was going, enough that I shouldn't be in too much danger anyway so I let myself get tied down without a fuss. Stripped bare naked, my back on the bench, he tied me down around the chest before securing my wrists. It was odd. I remember that it felt odd because most guys will start with the limbs, but Stripes secured my chest first. Grinning, my legs were pulled back until my paws were hanging well and truly over my muzzle before they too were secured and in place. Tail down, I realized that my ass was held perfectly over the end of the bench and my hole started twitching knowing at some point it was going to get reamed by this tiger that day.
More rope came first however. A couple of lengths around my midsection, and bending my knees Stripes had them locked off to stop me from kicking later on. Done, with tying me up, Stripes asked me to test them for any looseness. I struggled a little but not an inch of me could move and I told him as much. He clicked his fingers then and said, "Ahh, almost forgot." before he grinned and pulled one last length of softer looking rope out. "Can't have you talking and ruining the mood later on. Now just hold still, not that you have much choice in that."
I laughed a little at the tigers joke before closing my snout and letting him tie that piece around my muzzle. With my horn, there was no way for it to slip off now and the placement was near perfect to keep me quiet. Any which way I struggled would have only made it tighter if I tried to speak which left me with only my nodding and eyes to communicate. He was still gentlemanly when he asked then, "Still feeling alright? I know your cock is liking the treatment, but you're still good right?" I gave him a nod and tried a smile which had him grinning once more. "Fantastic. Well, I'll get you set up then I can move on to the fun parts."
God, I remember frowning in that moment as I thought to myself, 'What? Bound and trussed isn't set up? What more did you have to do?' But I only got to think that for a few moments before a cold steel weight was produced. At the gym, a 20kg weight plate doesn't seem like much to a guy like me but when someone produces one in a BDSM scene lets say I began to panic a little. I had done some ball stretching but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, that could compare to having that dropped and hanging off of my nuts.
Thankfully that wasn't the plan, but he acted like it might be. Twisting it one way and the next, he eventually brought it to the side before dumping it down on my chest with a chuckle. "You should see your face cowboy. You looked absolutely terrified. Let me go get the others and put them up here with the first." Two more joined the first plate and after the second I became acutely aware of how difficult breathing had gotten. I had to lift 60kgs for each and every breath and by the end of five my nose felt like it was on fire. My chest felt pretty good however if a tad overburdened.
"Be right back. Got to get a bucket." The sadistic tiger declared and I could barely raise my head enough to watch his tail wave lazily before the door slammed shut behind him. Alone, then, my breath filled the room and I almost shat myself when the lights died down. It was surreal and the weight seemed to double on my next inhale.
On my next it almost seemed to triple as my eyes scanned the darkness frantically. When he was in there, I could have groaned or grunted to get his attention if something went wrong but alone and left in the dark like that? There was nothing I could do to free myself and that thought had me panicking as I tried desperately to control my breathing. I had to. I had to focus to lift those weights or air wouldn't be able to come. If I passed out then, well... I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't.
"MMMMFF!!!" I screamed in shock past the makeshift rope gag when the lights boomed back on. They came on like a gunshot in the small room, the sound echoing right up until the door haughtily creaked open and Striped came back in with a bucket swinging from his paw. Frantic, the safety of having someone with me had the weight easing off my chest at the least but my breathing was still laboured.
"Stressed already cowboy? I thought you worked out?" The tiger teased then, rubbing the weight plates back and forth over my chest before pressing down. "Don't tell me you want me to take them off already. That would hardly make this worth it if you pussied out so soon. I haven't even tried fucking your loose ass."
Snorting, my breathing cuts off with him pressing down so hard and I resumed panicking. Letting up, I feel the weight disappear but my lungs don't fill automatically. I physically had to strain my chest to lift that weight up before I could suck in that sweet, sweet oxygen. Falling, I didn't even choose to breath out. The weights forced it out my nose as well as a loose bit of snot.
Stripes didn't care at seeing that. He just laughed before wiping it from my snout and across my ear. "Good to see you haven't given in yet cowboy. Wouldn't want you getting cold feet otherwise what would I do with all this ice?" Holding up the bucket, he pulled out a single cube and sat it down right on top of my nostril.
Fuck! I screamed at the shock while he laughed before throwing it on top of the steel weight plates.
"Damn, you look good when you stress cowboy. Those legs and that ass of yours are something else. But I'll get to that." Another cube joined the first and I remember frowning as I leant up to watch what he was doing. I was a little confused before a handful joined those two. I grunted at the weight, but it wasn't much. No the grunt came when a stray piece fell down into the hole in the centre of them.
Right down through all three. Hitting my chest and freezing my breath instantly.
"Whoops." Stripes said, but his tone told me it was anything but an accident. "Well, can't be helped now. Just going to have to deal with the cold a bit sooner than I predicted." Dumping half the bucket out onto the weight plates I groaned as he added. "Don't worry, the steel will cool down soon enough and make it much, much worse for you. I'll leave you alone til then."
WHAT?
Fuck I wanted to scream bloody murder at him then. With the cold rapidly hitting my chest from within the weights each breath became harder to take. Then when the lights died, it took everything I had not to become hysterical and begin thrashing wildly. I knew it wouldn't do any good and it was all part of the scene. On some level I knew that at the time but fuck me. No light or sound outside of the breaths that I had to literally force myself to take was a serious mindfuck.
Concentrating then, I forced the weight up off my chest only for it to fall back down with my exhales. I tried just to keep tense and hold it all the way up, but I couldn't do that for longer than a couple of breaths. A few times I did that, more out of exhaustion at pushing it up but when the steel finally began to develop a chill from the ice all the effort in the world had to go into taking each little breath. My lungs wanted to give up. My chest wanted to collapse and cave in but I still forced myself to breath and not to give in to the mindfuck of the darkness.
It got to the point where I began crying, it hurt that badly and I started thinking that this, that was how I was going to fucking die. Not even a last root before going or nothing. My chest would give up, and my lungs would starve but each time I thought I had reached that point I would -just- manage to force that weight up. Only for the cold to send a renewed ache into my ribs. I wanted to just give up then and scream for help. I would have too if my muzzle was free and when I realized that I knew I could keep breathing. I could keep struggling. I had to. Fuck.
Fuck me. I really wanted him to come back then.
To distract myself from it all, I started flexing my dick and my ass. Pelvic floor exercises was about the only thing I could do right then to force warmth through my achingly cold body. It helped. For a bit.
Then I got colder and my breathing was coming out shivered. Water was running down the weights and when the icy cold liquid touched my skin, I bellowed into the rope holding my muzzle shut. Too cold. Too heavy. It was all too much. I was counting the seconds between my breaths. That time I got to 10.
That one was 11.
Only 9. Come on you can do this.
Fuck come on. Force it up. Bench it you fucker.
Well that's an improvement.
But still it could only go on for so long and I knew it. 13 seconds now and I knew it would only go up from then, when;
BANG!
Lights and my eyes stung from the tears already only for me to huff and struggle desperately for my breathing knowing, knowing it was over. My cock throbbed back to life and my tailhole begged to be filled. Just get rid of the weight, I would beg. I don't care about the cold right now, the warmth of being fucked would warm me up. Just fuck, I needed air.
"Mmmm----mmf!" I struggled to whine as the tiger stepped into the room.
Stripes' eyes went wide as he stared back at me and I couldn't understand why. He was naked, I could see that because fuck was he packing... That monster had to be 12 inches long at least. Then he swore. "Fucking hell!"
"Mmmfff!???" I groaned between laboured breaths as he stalked over to me.
Then casual as anything stuck two fingers to the side of my neck and swore again. "Fuck, come on man? What's a guy got to do to root a fresh fucking corpse around here? All the others and an hour in here and they've been almost cold. Fuck!"
Fuck my eyes popped wide hearing that and my breath stopped. Right until the ache tripled in my lungs and I sucked air in struggling. Arms and legs, long forgotten about kicked and tore at the bindings then as Stripes sat to the side swearing. "Damn. Fuck I'm too worked up now." Stripes says as he struts round my back and I stare bloody daggers at him. "Soon to be dead beef will just have to do for my first load. Hope you enjoy your last dick little cow."
Fuck, I feel those signature barbs rub over my tailhole and I squeal. I mean, I let out this high pitched girly, don't fucking touch me you rapist bastard, honest to god, muffled by rope, squeal.
And then he shoved in. All of him at once and that heat burned my ass a whole new one as I struggled for freedom against the rope and for every damned breath.
"Mmm! Not a bad ass for a live guy." Stripes moaned and damned if the first thing I wanted to scream back wasn't, 'I have a great ass thank you.' Then that hit me and I cried out again as heat came into me. My ass fucking burned like all shit, like it hasn't in years and the rest of me froze. I couldn't even take pleasure in getting fucked for my last time as I struggled away and off the rapists dick. Fuck I wanted off.
Only to be betrayed by my body as a soft velvet paw wrapped around my beastial shaft and gave it a single jack. "Let's see if your dying dick can't get one last load off you big bull fag. It's gonna be your last chance so you should probably enjoy it." Snarling, hips angle and hit my prostate and my thrashing goes wild.
"I SAID CUM FAGGOT!" His dominant growl and that pressure is all my slutty bitch ass needs, as my nuts tighten up to my stomach and I fucking cum my brains out. Spurt upon spurt hit the weights above me, a shot even hitting my cheek showing off how damnably low I am and I lose myself to that mindfucking pleasure.
When my eyes focus through the tears and I take that much needed deep breath of life, I look up to see steam rising from those weight plates and a tiger in the throes of his own orgasm. Roaring to the ceiling, warmth blooms in my ass hotter than anything before, seemingly burning my insides as barbs tear at my sensitive walls.
"Oh yeah cowboy. That- that is a great ass." Stripes moaned as he came down from his high. "Best ass with a pulse I've ever had. Hope when it dies its half as good beefy." Pulling that barbed kitty prick out, cum sloshes down my tail searing it with his heat. In the haze of my pleasure, my panic had subsided but now, that high fades into sheer terror.
"MMMMEFFFF!????" I try to scream past that rope.
The cocky fucking tiger just laughs and holds his hand to his ear. "Sorry cowboy, what's that? You can't wait to be a corpse for me to fuck again? Oh how sweet." Grinning, he gives me a wave as I give a far too weaker thrash at my bindings for anything to happen. "Shouldn't be long and I'll be back. Just gonna get myself a beer to really enjoy it while my dick recharges. Be back soon, not that that'll matter to your dead beefy ass." Then laughing, maniacally he swings the door open only for it to slam behind him.
Fuck. God I prayed then for the lights not to go out as my lungs collapsed. But they did and I fucked sobbed. Fuck did I sob as cum spilled down my tail and I threw everything I had at the bindings on my wrists. Nothing. No movement at all. Taking a new breath, my chest heaved only to collapse partway as the weight and cold all hit at once.
I counted. 1, 3, 6, 11...17, Breathe. Just up and breath... 22. Come on Riley, you can do it. Just 60 kilos and you can breath. Your lungs need it. 26 and 'uhhhhh, kff, kfff,' I coughed but my lungs filled for a second. It wasn't much but maybe this time....
10 seconds.
20....
30............
Come on. 35...
One more.... 40...
45 and I'll...
50....
I couldn't. Lungs burning.
55...
A drop of cum made me chuckle... 58...
60...
Black... my eyes... closing... more black...
BANG! Not lights but a door. Then CRACK! The lights hit and panting. Not mine but panting next to me.
BAANNGGG! BANG! BANG! Three and my chest comes up but no air... I have to... "BREATHE!" I hear the shout but I can't... Too cold... Wet... "UghFine." Right over me then. Heat. Nose. Heat and 'Wheeeeeeeeewwww!' Oxygen. My eyes snap open. Orange and black and light. Light everywhere as Stripes breathes life through my nose and I cough.
Cutting, I hear cutting as he breathes again right into my wide nostrils past my nosering and my lips drop. Free? I sucked in breath then only to cough as my whole chest and ribs hurts like a motherfucker. "Ughhhhhh!" Fuck, I remember groaning as cutting kept going on all around me and then my legs fell.
Arms free, legs free, and chest free. Yet all I could do was try to breath into my frozen chest. So cold... "Come on cowboy. Snap out of it and rub." Paws grab my hands and slam them down on my frozen pecs. "Rub! You need heat so rub." Blankets are thrown over me and the tiger comes under them with me, blowing warm air over everything.
I was still fuzzy. I rubbed but he... Stripes... wasn't he...? "Dead? Am... dead?" I tried to ask and Stripes just chuckles at me.
"Shh. Just some rough sex. Now shut it and warm up Riley. You can yell at me later when you are good to leave. I'll tell you what though. It was fucking worth it." That same tiger grins under the blanket before nibbling on my frozen nipple. I would have complained at that, but fuck me. His mouth was so warm that all I could do was thank him.
I swore I was going to die after that orgasm but god damn it... I'll admit... I left his house later screaming at him for being a rapist and he actually agreed. Told me if I reported him to the police he wouldn't blame me but he did only promise a really intense fuck if I came over. He also promised to send me the footage from the cameras he had set up.
Boy am I glad I didn't wind up reporting him. I wanted to... By gods I wanted to, but I had found creativity. He raped me to the point I thought I was going to die and he made me fucking love it. I wanted to see what else he could do.
Turns out my Master Stripes had a few tricks to his name. That was only the first but I was the only one who came back for seconds.
He liked that. The tiger liked that a lot.