HNT

hnt

perform

“I really do wish you would be a little less churilish about this, v,” She said with only a trace of annoyance in Her voice. “after all, I’m allowing you to cum, yes?”

as i stand in the dressing room, she yanks the zipper up on my thin, light gray linen trousers.  ”yanks” because they are already unbearably tight.  She had them made specifically for this purpose, picking up the fabric and taking me to the seamstress.  She runs Her hand up and down my stiff cock, steps back and takes a picture.

“mmm,” She purrs, looking at the display before turning it to me, “very nice.”  the photo shows my hard cock in almost perfect detail – the ridge of the head, almost to the veins, and the outline of my balls.  ”I think the audience will enjoy it very much, don’t you?,” she winks.

She finishes dressing me – a matching long sleeved shirt with finished holes exposing my nipples, belt and black dress shoes.  ”I’m so tempted to shave your head, v.  just for the added effect.  maybe i could write “slut” on your head.  I’m not sure there’s time, though, since people are already arriving.”

the performance, as She set it up, is semi-public.  most of those invited are friends of Her’s although she encouraged them to bring O/others and listed it in one small paper as “what he will do for Me” and listed as “sexual performance art – 21+ only”.  the theater She rented holds 105 people.  She claims it’s sold out.  with 30 minutes until curtain, it sounds as though she might be right.

Her instructions for the performace was – “you will do what you’re told when you’re told.”

with 15 minutes to go, there is a knock on the door.  Her face lights up. 

“that will be s,” She says.

s, is stunning as always.  i want to fuck her.  i want to take her small breasts in my mouth and bite into them hard.  i don’t normally think about switching, but i want to switch when i see her.  i would make her weep.  thinking about this makes my cock twitch hard.  given the snugness of my pants, it’s not surprising when Grace says, “the little slut must be thinking about using you, s.  would you like that?  would you like to see what kind of evil he could come up with for you?”

s lowers her eyes allowing a quick dart to my cock before doing so.  she smiles shyly.  Grace circles behind her, placing Her hands on s’s shoulders, and sliding off one thin strap that falls limply onto her arm.  She exposes s’s breast, keep Her eyes trained on me.

“it’s your tits that he adores, s,” She purrs, “little tiny refined tits, with perky perfect nipples.”  She takes the nipple between Her fingers, slowly squeezing it harder.  Her other hand goes to her thin throat.  s gasps.  ”mmm…want this, v…wanna cuz my little bitch to hiss and shudder like this?  s – lift your dress and show him your cunt.  he wishes he had one.  just like yours…and you do have a perfect cunt, s.”  s, choked, her eyes wide with pain, manages a small sound to acknowlege the compliment. ”mmm i am lucky to have two such complaint sluts.”  She releases her quickly, pushing her towards me.  s gasps and gulps for air.

“Grace,” she chokes out, “You were asked for in the booth.”

Grace sighs.  ”They’d better not fuck this up,” she grumbles.  ”s, you’ll need to lead him onstage.  I’m going to sort this out.  Behave yourselves, sluts.  I will know.  do you understand?”  both of us nod.  ”good.”  She exits decisively leaving s and i alone.  there is a slight awkwardness between us.  we are not frequently together.  her eyes keep drifiting to my hardon.  mine to her exposed breast.

“i would hurt you so badly,” i whisper desparately.

“would you?  how do you know i wouldn’t return the favor.  perhaps she’d have us both slash at each other until our blood covered the floor?”

“mmm…goddamn,” i sigh.

“v,” she says, regaining her composure, “shut up and follow me.”  but her small hand brushes my cock and there is a lift in her step.

she leads me down the hallway to the backstage of a small  black box theater with a fake proscenium on one side and seats set up facing it.  the murmur of the crowd ebbs and flows and then dies out as lights dim.  it is completely dark when “closer” begins to play.  s leads me into the darkness, following the tape on the floor.  the first light that comes up is not on me but a screen of cheesecloth set up in the audience.  it reveals a shadow that i know to well.

“ladies and gentlemen,” Grace says evenly and with almost no affect, “thank Y/you for attending tonight’s performance.  if Y/you read Y/your program, which I hope you have, then Y/you’ll know that this is an experiment about the endurance of a human body.  specifically, how much fucking, sucking and abuse it can take.  even more specifically, how much fucking, sucking and abuse, my dear v can take.”

at this point two things happen quickly – a harsh white light snaps to life directly over my head and s wraps a scarf around my neck and pulls it it.  the crowd bursts into applause.

“Y/you are invited, all of Y/you to use my slut for as long as he is concious.  Y/you may not cut him and only those i have spoken with may engage in breath play.  other than that – Y/your imagination is Y/your guide.  Y/you may begin once s has left the stage and joined me.  Bon apetit.”

light slowy creeps over the stage illuminating it.  it is utterly bare.  s twirls in front and kisses me deeply.  her faces comes into focus as she withdraws slightly. i see her eyes twinkling and then hardeneing as she spits in my face.  she pulls out an exacto knife and deftly slices through my shirt, yanking it off me.  she kneels in front me, giving my cock a long slow upwards lick before slicing through the waistband and down one leg, freeing my trembling cock, and then the other, leaving me naked.

s raises herself up slowly, letting her small tits travel over my cock, until she faces me.  she licks a dangling bit of spit from my lower lip.

“v,” she whispers in my ear, “think of this – while you’re taking your 100th cock up your cunt…i’ll be tounge deep in Hers.  now – who did you say was going to fuck who up?.”

s turns and swishes into the audience.  i see her shadow behind the screen as she kneels at Her feet and She bends down to kiss her.

people begin to stand and move towards the stage

tag (end)

pivoting, She straddles my belly with Her back to me, kneeling, hovering over me.  She takes my cock in both hands, slowly letting them slip up and down the shaft, teasng it. Her hands slide down to my balls, gently cupping them, cooing gently, rolling them in Her palms.  

“mmmm,” she breathes, “like that, pet? so nice and soft.”

“yessss,” i groan.

And suddenly the pain shoots through me as She crushes them, chuckling as She does.

“silly pet,” She says with mock piety, “you should know this isn’t about You and your pleasure. even when you cum, it is not your cum but My cum, correct?”

“y-y-yes, Grace,” i whimper.

“yes?” you repeat archly.

“m-my cum is Yours, Grace…all of me.”

“yes,” she says curtly, “and your blood, too.”  Her hand finds the needle and brings it to my cock. “maybe I shoud just pierce your cock and leave it at that.  Or pop that vein that I love on the underside of it and watch the blood drain from you.  Fuck.  I’d like that.  like it a lot, pet”

i can feel Her cunt dripping onto my belly.  one day She will bleed me to death, collecting my blood and keeping it chilled, perhaps painting Her lips with it, perhaps putting a few drops of me in Her coffee or just keep me on the mantlepiece.  it is not an idle threat but She loves the thought of it enough to save it for a very special occasion.

instead, She lifts herself up centering Her cunt over my ragged cock. the tag lies between my legs, the needle held in Her hand like a dagger.  Her free hand wraps around my cock and i feel for the briefest of moment the lips of her velvety, humid cunt.

“uh huh,” she groans, “fuck, v, are you dying yet, pet?  wanna feel my cunt tightening around you.” She drags the head a little more firmly through Her parted lips. “mmm…yeah…i almost never fuck you, do i, v…that’s because you’re a pet…because i love your suffering as you hear me getting fucked by someone else while you crouch in your closet…I mean, if you really think about it,”  She pushes down a little, and the head of my cock slips inside, “fucking a pet is bestiality.” i groan loudly like an animal.  ”yesssss…keep making those sounds, v, like the needy slut you are….getting fucked by your Owner, pet…in two ways, at least.” She slides all the way down, burying my cock inside Her.  Her cunt clutches my cock, causing me to jerk.

“don’t you cum yet, bitch,” she snarls, “not fucking yet.  tell me –  when are you allowed to cum?”

“wh-when You pierce me,” i stammer.

“mmm, that’s right,” She purrs, working my cock inside Her.  ”When I take this needle and put it through Your flesh.  fucking little cunt,” She sneers, increasing Her speed on top of me, “I am going to tag You, v. I am going make fucking well sure that you understand who You belong to. tell Me!” She lifts Her and slams down hard.  i cry out.

“you!”

“fucking bitch.”  She slams down hard again. “confess to me”.  She brings Her fist down on my balls.  the pain is so intense everything goes black for a second.  She fucks me violently and without mercy.

“i-i belong to You, Grace. my cock, my cunt, my cum my blood are y-yours.  i’m a vain, neurotic pet and am grateful for Your attention.  one day You will kill me and i will not flinch when You do. i give You all of me.  all of me.”

Her fingers fly over Her clit and i can feel Her cumming through my cock.  ”fucking…little…god…damn…slut.”

She stops abruptly, sitting on my cock and sucking it off with Her cunt, pulsing it.  She raise the needley so that i can see it and slowly brings it down to my cock.  the other hand pulls a piece of cock-flesh outward.  i feel a sharp pre-prick.  

“it’s time, pet,” she whispers throatily. “cum”

the needle jams through my cock-flesh and i scream hard and madly from both the pain searing through me and the cum ripping from my cock like a knife blade. She reaches down a deftly snaps the tag in place as i shake and shudder beneath Her.  

“mmm, fuck, v,” She hums, “whimper for me just like that…yesssss…your torment makes me cum harder than any vibrator, baby.”  i feel Her finger the new tag, yanking gently at it.  ”so pretty.  you’ll have plenty of time to see it, pet…plenty of time…but for now…”, i whine as She pulls my cock slowly out of Her cunt and turns to face me, “my cunt needs cleaning.  some slut left his cum inside me and you will suck it out of me.”

She leans forward, wiping the tears from my eyes.  Tenderly, she puts Her thumb on my chin, opening my mouth.  She reaches back and finds my new tag holding up Her finger to show my blood.  Her pursed lips hover over my opened mouth and let a stream of spit slip into it, falling on my tounge.  She places Her bloody finger on my tounge, mixing it with Her spit.  Her thumbnail scrapes under my eyes, collecting my tears.  She holds it over my mouth and lets two drops fall.

“and now,” She grins me, Her eyes with awash with appreciation and maliciousness, as She brings Her cunt to my mouth, “the finishing touch of a slut cocktail.”

She pushes my cum from Her cunt, grabbing my hair as She does.

“mix well,” she purrs, “and swallow.”