The Terrace View Apartments                 by: Sean McBride

 

Chapter 5 - "Maraciela"

 

I woke sometime during the night and found myself gagged, blindfolded and tied up, spread-eagle across a large outdoor bench. The night breeze brought goose bumps to my already spent flesh, and I moaned into my gag in pain as I tried to adjust my body to a more comfortable position.

Comfort was not to be had, as I couldn’t move even an inch in my restrictive bondage. It was then, as I was testing my restraints that I realized that the ropes were pulling me apart in five distinct places—both arms, legs and also my testicles, which were very sore but surprisingly still attached to my body!

I was left alone for several hours to ponder the good fortune of having not been castrated earlier in the evening. I was having a difficult time wrapping my mind around this. After all, I had watched as the blade came slicing down, and felt the cold steel slicing into my flesh. Every thing in my mind told me that I should now be an eunuch, but something had saved me from this fate.

Confused as I was, I was greatly relieved that I still had my balls intact. But I must also admit that I was somewhat worried. Part of me had been willing to sacrifice my manhood in order to join the Terrace View Apartment staff, and I was concerned that not having been castrated meant that I had been rejected.

I shouldn’t have worried, as I soon became aware of the small group of onlookers that silently surrounded me for a strange late-night initiation ceremony. Within just a few moments it would be painfully clear that not only had I been accepted into the Terrace View staff, but I would never again be able to escape my lowly position as a sex slave for Houston’s erotic elite.

It all began when my gag was unexpectedly removed. I only had time to lick my lips once before somebody straddled my head and roughly shoved both of their testicles into my parched mouth. It was somewhat surprising, as I could feel the feminine sensation of nylons and taffeta caressing my face, but the testicles that were quivering in my mouth left no doubt that it was a man who was sitting on my face. After some initial discomfort, I found that I could easily accommodate the balls filling my mouth, and something within me decided to play along, so I opted to provide a bit of oral stimulation with my tongue.

But I didn’t have time to play long before another person straddled my face and also forced their testicles into my open mouth. Two balls were possible, even pleasurable, but four stretched my jaw to its limit. But I didn’t have a choice in the matter, and I was worried that my teeth would cut into the two scrotums that lay in my mouth, so I concentrated on keeping my jaw locked open.

Then I head Mistress Andrea whisper seductively in my ear. "We left you intact," she said, "so I expect you to do the same for Carla and Maraciela. If you bite down," she threatened, "I will pull your teeth tomorrow."

With that I felt somebody rub something cold and wet across my breasts, and then an sudden stabbing pain shot through me as two steel rings were pierced and locked through my nipples. It was agonizing, but I didn’t bite down, and I didn’t have much time to think about my pain as my ears were next.

Multiple holes were put into each ear, and heavy rings were quickly locked into place. My nasal septum was next, and this piercing almost caused me to cry out and bite down into Carla and Maraciela’s exposed testicles. Fortunately, I somehow managed to survive the pain and keep my mouth wide open around the four balls that stuffed my mouth. Something told me that Carla and Maraciela were as scared as I was, and that I should do whatever I could to make their ordeal as painless as possible.

My penis was next, and the ring put underneath my cockhead was almost as painful as the one put into my nose. But by now I had so much adrenaline coursing through my body that I easily survived this piercing, as well as the three other rings that cut into my fully-erect cock. Indeed, It was while I was being pierced at the base of my cock that I suddenly orgasmed without warning.

I wasn’t the only one. I found out later that it was while my cock was being pierced that Maraciela shot her load of cum, which dribbled down over her testicles and into my stretched-wide mouth. Poor Maraciela, a sissy slave like I was soon to become, hadn’t had an orgasm in several months because of the hormones they injected into her twice a day. But even with the hormones in her system, the threat of having her balls chewed off in this strange ceremony was enough to send her over the edge. It was the last orgasm that she would ever have, and she later told me it was one of the most intense pleasures of her life.

At the time, I didn’t appreciate this. I simply concentrated on keeping my mouth open and swallowing her semen as it oozed down my throat. My resolved pleased Mistress Andrea, who whispered into my ear that she was pleased by my dedication to becoming a perfect little sissy slut. "Keep this up," she cooed, "and I will make sure that you live out a life of sexual ecstasy."

"But slack off, "she threatened, "and you will regret the day you ever heard of the Terrace View Apartments!" She punctuated this last statement by jamming a needle into one of my testicles, and the pain was so intense that I blacked out for a few moments. Mistress Andrea slapped me across the face, and brought me back to consciousness,

When they had finished piercing me, I was quickly rubbed down with a disinfectant. Then came the razors, and I was shaved from head to toe by several pairs of unseen hands. Even my eyebrows and scalp were shaved bare. My mouth got a break when I was flipped over and my backside was denuded.

Then I heard Mistress Andrea tell the crowd to rinse me off. One by one, the people in the crowd stepped forward urinated over my still-tender flesh, rinsing all the shaving cream off my body. The women simply lifted their skirts and squatted over me, frequently pressing their sex against my mouth before releasing their bladders. The men were having more fun than the women, and would spray me down from great distances across the courtyard. A few of them even decided to give me a urine enema.

I stoically endured it all. Truth be told, by this point, I could barely stand without assistance from Carla and Maraciela. But the ceremony was still in its infancy. I was once again tied down across the bench, and when I thought that my bonds couldn’t be pulled any tighter, I became aware of a loud buzzing.

It was a tattoo gun, and within minutes I had "sissy slut" tattooed in the cleft above my ass, and "Property of TVA" emblazoned across my groin. Most painful was the bright red ink that was permanently inserted into my newly pierced nipples and areolas. Then, in finale, "Sissy" was permanently etched into my still erect cock.

I must have passed out from the pain, but I awoke to find myself still tied up and being fucked from behind by an anonymous man. Maraciela was standing by my side, and even though she was being fucked simultaneously by one of the Terrace View residents, she breathlessly asked me if I was okay. I muttered something in the affirmative, and she took my hand and held it in support as I spent the rest of the evening tied across the bench. Countless men stopped by to fuck my ass, which was so stretched open by this point that you could shove your whole fist inside me without any resistance for days to follow.

Frequently these men would follow up fucking my ass by shoving their feces-covered cocks into my mouth and using my exhausted lips to bring them to an erection once again. I was too far-gone to care. Feces, urine, cum, it all slid down my throat and into my bowels without distinction.

And the initiation was far from over; and I spent the night being fucked repeatedly, or having cocks and pussies shoved against my exposed mouth. I dutifully serviced them all, even though I barely had the strength to keep myself breathing. And when the sun finally rose over the Terrace View Apartment complex, I was released from my bondage. Maraciela led me gently to an underground room where she carefully dressed my wounds and showed me the small metal cage that would be by sleeping quarters for the next few years.

She held me tightly, and pressed my face against her over-large breasts. I reverted back to infancy, and began to suckle on her teats. It was enough to lull me to sleep, and the last thing I remember from that first night is the metallic clank of Maraciela locking us bound together into our small cage for a few short hours of rest.

I remember that I shot a load of cum against Maraciela’s belly as we drifted off to sleep. Somehow, even though I had been shoved into a sexual fantasy beyond my wildest dreams, I was content with my new life. Somehow I knew that I had finally found my proper place in the world.

 

 

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