Seeking out Suffering

by Daniel Guy

It’s Friday evening and a smart black Mercedes pulls out from the car park at the Houses of Parliament, in London. Inside is Robert Black, a junior minister in the immigration department. He’s 48 and despite being married with kids, he’s kept himself lean, and good-looking.

Robert has been feeling horny all week. He was expected to drive home to the family in Kent tonight but he’s called his wife to say he has to work late and will stay in the city tonight. He drives to his flat in Chelsea, stopping by a hardware shop along the way. Back at the flat he lays out rope, and tape and bamboo sticks on the coffee table. He pours a large whiskey, soaks in a bath for an hour and thinks about how best to get what he wants. Tonight he’s turned on by the fantasy of being tied up, pissed on and fucked by a dominant male much younger than himself.

He goes on line and after half an hour of digging about, he’s chatting to a lad called Leo, who is happy to come over and satisfy Robert’s particular demands.

Leo is twenty-five, tall, pale and skinny, jet-black hair and deep brown eyes. He has been meeting up with older guys like Robert for a while now. He’ll do whatever they want so long as they fill his wallet with cash.  He arrives on time. Leo has no interest in politics, so he has no idea who Robert is, but since he finds himself in a luxury apartment on the fifth floor, overlooking the Thames, he assumes the man is rich and successful. Leo is led into the lounge.

He’s handed a wad of notes, which he counts and slips into his back pocket. 

Would you like a beer?  

Yeah, all right.  

They chitchat for a few moments about the things that Robert would like to try. Robert gets up and fetches a small brown engraved wooden box and lays it on the table in front of them. Inside is a bag of grass and another of cocaine. Leo is happy to roll a joint and when it’s ready he sits back, lights it and tells Robert it’s time to start.

So get undressed, you pathetic piece of shit.

Leo watches but in a mildly disinterested sort of way, but then after a few moments he slowly unbuttons his fly. Now Robert is naked and Leo orders him to crawl over and suck his cock. Already Robert is in a kind of trance, lost in mindless submission. He’s done this before.

Leo reaches over to the table and picks up a coil of white rope. He ties a collar around Robert’s neck and then walks him like a dog over to the toilet. Robert is made to lick the rim of the bowl before he’s allowed to turn round and have Leo piss into his mouth.

Now have a shower, dog boy and when you’re clean and dry, you come crawling back to me, you fucking piece of dog shit. Understand?

Robert nods and Leo wanders off into the kitchen. The fridge is full of champagne, and a huge cold ham. Leo finds bread and cheese and makes himself a sandwich and wanders back into the lounge. He sits back in his chair and ponders whether he should stick with the weed or move on. He looks at his phone. His best mate Mark has left a couple of messages.

Robert crawls back slowly. Leo opens his legs, clicks his fingers and points at his cock. Robert knows what to do. Leo’s cock is huge and thick, with a perfectly shaped helmet, the sort Robert most adores. Leo picks up the small round mirror and rolls up twenty-pound note. Time, he thinks to try the cocaine.

Robert sucks gently and lovingly; content to have this gorgeous looking tool inside his mouth for as long as possible.

Leo pushes him away before he’s ready to despunk. He unties the rope from Robert’s neck. He sees a roll of shiny black plastic garbage bags on the coffee table, next to the rope and tape.

Go sit down, cock slave and put a garbage over your head, cos I don’t want to look at your face, shithead.

Leo rolls another joint and picks up his phone to send a message to Mark.

Call u later. Busy right now.

Mark is two years older. He’s ginger and slightly overweight. He and Leo met in prison. Mark had been nicked for trying to steal a Ferrari.

Leo had served a year’s sentence for supplying drugs. Mark is standing outside a pub in Hackney, smoking a cigarette. He reads Leo’s message. Mark is impatient. He calls Leo.

I need to see u tonight.

Leo feels pleasantly high and buzzy and is happy to explain what he’s up to.

You can come over if you want.

Twenty minutes later, Mark and Leo are standing in front of Robert, who is slumped in a chair, gagged and blindfolded with thick black tape, his hands tied behind his back.

Leo shows Mark the box of recreational drugs and Mark grins. He helps himself, cuts out a fat line and hoovers it up his nose. Together they have some fun with Robert. Leo tears off the tape over Robert’s mouth and threatens to kill him if he says anything except thank you sir.  They piss on him, beat his arse with bamboo sticks, make him crawl, make him drink their piss and lick their boots.

Robert loves it all.  Just what he needs after a hard week. His dick is stiff, and when they tape him on his back to the coffee table so he cannot move his arms and legs, and then tape a black shiny garbage bag over his head, his dick stands larger and more erect than ever before.

Fuck me, says Leo, for Robert’s cock is almost twice the size of his own.

At that point Mark’s phone rings. It’s his girlfriend Maya. Maya is twenty-five and a refugee from Syria, who’s been working in the basement of a dirty fast food restaurant in South London for three years. She’s finished her shift and wants to see Mark. In her broken English she tells him she has nowhere to stay tonight.

Come over here, Maya. We got just the thing to cheer you up.

Mark gives her the address and directions and while they wait for Maya to turn up, they untie the plastic bag and release him from the bench. Leo grips Robert’s neck tight and whispers in his ear.

Now crawl back to the toilet, you pathetic cunt, cos I need to shit in your face.

Once Robert has cleaned himself up, he’s forced to lie back on the coffee table. He’s re-tied. Maya arrives. They crack open champagne for her and she drinks it straight from the bottle. They bring her into the lounge. She sees Robert with his face taped up tied to the table and she starts to giggle.

What the fuck…!

They show her the drugs and she tells Mark to roll her a joint.

Leo shows her something else that makes her giggle.

Watch this, Maya.

He pulls black plastic sack back over Robert’s head and then ties it tight with the rope. Robert’s body begins to twist and squirm as bag expands and contracts, crackling gently. At the same time, Robert’s cock stiffens again. Maya watches. The cock keeps growing.

Fuck me – that a big cock.

Mark and Leo grin while she takes another long swig from the champagne bottle.

There you are, Maya. Another little treat for you.

This guy likes bag play. Keeps him hard.

Maya undresses and climbs onto the bench. Leo watches while Mark cuts more cocaine. She rubs Robert’s thick tool up between her legs till she’s ready to take him inside her. With a joint in her mouth she rides him. Mark watches, stroking his cock. Leo meanwhile has found out how the sound system works and then wanders off into a bedroom. Maya fucks and fucks till she comes and her squeals of pleasure are heard above the techno-rap.  

Finally she climbs off. She sits beside Mark on the couch. He passes her the round silver rimmed mirror and she snorts the remaining line, then turns back to look at what she’s fucked.

Is he dead?

Leo is standing at the doorway with a strap-on dildo in his hand.  

Nah. Passed out. Mark, give the bloke some air. We ain’t finished with ‘im yet.

Mark gets up, unties the noose and pulls off the plastic garbage sack. A few seconds later, Robert regains consciousness, but it’s not long before the bag is tied around his head again. This time he is on his feet, his hands still tied behind his back. His three guests each have long bamboo sticks and they’re following him as staggers blindly through the flat. They’re playing a game. He has to get to the bathroom before he passes out, and they beat his ass and thwack his cock every time he steps in the wrong direction, or crashes into furniture.

Finally he stumbles in and is beaten till he is lying down face up by the toilet seat. The plastic sack is pulled off. Maya stands astride his head and moments later she’s aiming her stream of piss into his mouth. Once she has finished, Leo re-ties the bag. He hands Maya the strap-on cock. Its soft pink rubber phallus is long and thick and it makes Maya giggle.

Leo says he wants to be fucked as well.

Maya thinks about it for a second.

OK. But we put his head in toilet and you sit on him so he don’t move. OK?

Robert is forced to kneel. His head is pushed into the bowl and Mark finds a way of sitting on it.  Maya is thoughtful enough to spit on the rubber cock, before she starts to edge it gently into Roberts’s ass.  Leo has wandered off again.  He’s looked around the other the bedroom and found Robert’s jacket lying neatly on the bed. He searches the pockets and finds a thick brown leather wallet, sits on the bed and opens it to examine the cash and credit cards. He can hear Robert’s cries of agony, echoing in the toilet bowl next door.

Half an hour later they’re back in the lounge. Robert is on his back on the floor, hands still tied. Now there is silver tape around his mouth. The bag is tied around his head and Maya is sits on his chest, with a fresh joint in one hand and a bamboo cane in the other. She thrashes the side of his leg and his muffled cries of agony are just audible from inside the bag.

Shut-up and listen to me, OK? You need to pay us more, cos you had three of us tonight. We got your Visa card here. You give us pin number and we take out another four hundred ok? You don’t and the bag stay on, understand? So I start counting now, four times, from zero to nine and every time I get to right number, you shake head OK?

It doesn’t take long. Mark goes out and comes back with the money. Not long after that they go, leaving Robert tied and gagged on the floor of the toilet, covered in sweat, spunk, piss…

Finally he hears the door close. He heaves a heavy sigh of relief. It takes him another hour to saw through the tape around his wrists with his fingernails and release himself. His body is sore with the beatings, and the long periods of suffocation have left him feeling dizzy and weak.

He staggers over the shower and stands under it for fifteen minutes.

His body is covered in long red bruises and he is meticulously planning how he can prevent his wife from seeing him naked for at least a couple of days.  She gave him a very hard time ten years back, when they lived in Berlin and she’d spotted bruises that a particularly rough dominatrix had left around his neck.

He slips into his silk dressing gown and starts to clean up the flat. Stains on the carpet are sprayed away, credit cards slipped back into his wallet. The bathroom is scrubbed clean, empty bottles of beer and champagne are picked up and put into garbage bags.  When he has had enough he looks round, double-checking every room. The cleaner will be around on Monday to clean place properly, so all he needs to do is get rid of all evidence of what he’d been up to tonight.  

It’s almost dawn when at last he climbs gently into his bed; his limbs still aching, his skin still hot and stinging. He looks at his phone and sees three texts from his wife, asking what time he’ll be back in the morning and reminding him that he’s taking the kids horse riding at ten. He smiles, lets out a gentle sigh and texts back.

Hi honey. Sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier.

All a bit crazy.  Meeting didn’t finish till three am.

Back by 10. Promise. Love you, darling.

      

He sets his alarm and within seconds he is sound asleep.  

Daniel Guy.