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A Nude, Tied Young Cock Tease Savagely Pounded by Old Men on a Dive Boat
For old men, my clit and nipples were tools to punish a cock tease & train me as a submissive sex pet, my holes were sex toys, and my pain was their entertainment. [Sex Confession]
Delisha Kease is the author of Sex Confessions of a Young Blonde Scuba Diving Instructor: A Dive Trip When I Didn’t Dive Because 14 Old Men Forced Me To Be The Submissive Sex Pet & Dive Gear Slave of The Whole Dive Resort (DAY ONE).
The session of sweet torture I told you about on the first day of our week-long tropical dive vacation evolved into even deeper pain, and I fuckin’ loved it!
My body quivered as I lay naked, helplessly pinned down on the bench in the middle of the dive boat. The fourteen men in the group surrounded me, their eyes filled with a primal hunger for the vulnerable young girl flesh in front of them. They took turns torturing my clit and nipples, each twist and pinch sending excruciating pain rippling through my body.
I could hear their laughter as they reveled in my pain, finding entertainment in my suffering. My mind began to numb from the agony, but I refused to use my safe word — this was exactly what I asked the old men to do at the beginning of our week-long dive vacation, to use and abuse me by unlocking their wildest primal instincts. My cries and screams disappeared over the ocean, but I wasn’t asking them to let me go anymore. I wanted more.
One man, his fingers rough and calloused, pinched my burning clit mercilessly while another twisted my already beaten nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that, don’t you, slut?” he growled, his breath hot against my earlobe. In response, a shameful moan escaped my lips.
“More,” I begged, wanting to push the limits of my own endurance. The men exchanged glances before continuing their violent exploration of the young vulnerable female body they kept captive, each tormenting touch driving me further into a world where pain and pleasure melded together.
As I writhed beneath their cruel hands, my thoughts swirled with the perverse realization that I had become nothing more than an object for their amusement — a 20-something female body for them to experiment with and possibly vent their anger against all cock teases they ever encounter.
I didn’t care. Actually, I did. It fueled my desire for degradation. I wanted them to use me, break me, tame me, own me — anything to satiate their bestial lusts.
“Please,” I whimpered, real tears of pain streaking down my cheeks as the relentless torment continued. I was exactly where I belonged — in a life of submission and debasement at the hands of twisted, pervert old men. And at that moment, despite all the pain — or maybe because of it — I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.
Harvey, the ringleader of this twisted game, spoke up with his voice dripping in lust.
“Fuck these rules,” he spat, his face contorted with desire. “Theo! You’ve waited six years to feel her tight cunt wrapped around your cock. Are you gonna wait another three days?”
He motioned to the two men at my ankles, who eagerly spread my legs even wider, keeping my pussy exposed and vulnerable. I could feel the heat of their gazes between my thighs as Theo dropped his bathing suit, revealing his hard, pulsating cock.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged into me, the force of his thrust making my breath catch in my throat. The sensation of being filled by him — of seeing him finally take what he’d been denied for so long — was intoxicating. This old cock had wanted to fuck me for six years since a previous dive trip. Me. My body. My pussy. I was a special girl!
Conversations in these sex confessions have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused!
“See how you like this, you little cock tease!” Theo growled, his eyes wild with lust as he pounded into my aching core. The more he fucked me, the deeper he went, stretching my walls to their limit.
“You’re going to be his fuck doll all week, Delisha,” Harvey snarled, his hand gripping my hair tightly. “Every part of your tight young body is going to serve him. And everybody. Got it?”
As Harvey coached Theo to claim me, I couldn’t help but revel in the degradation. I had wanted this — needed it — and now I was getting exactly what I had craved.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice choked with arousal. “Use me. Make me yours.”
“Damn right, I will,” Theo replied, his pace never faltering as he continued to drive his hard rod into me. His words stoked something dark within me, and I felt myself spiraling further into submission, every brutal thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
“Remember, Delisha,” he hissed, sweat beading on his brow as he loomed over me. “This is what you deserve for being such a fucking tease.”
My body ached from the relentless pounding Theo delivered to my tender, vulnerable pussy. As he continued his assault, two men held my legs wide open, stretching me painfully. The others looked on, some with concern.
“Is this okay?” one asked hesitantly. “This wasn’t part of the plan for this week. And we agreed not to use her real name.”
Fred chimed in, reminding them of my own words. “Delisha wanted us to abuse her, remember? She even dared us to push her to use her safe word. If the little cunt wants a beating, who are we to deny her?”
Their faces shifted as they nodded in agreement, like sheep. I couldn’t help but feel a twisted thrill at their animalistic determination to dominate me.
“You’re right!” one of them eventually declared. “Fuck all the rules! Fuck the girl instead!”
Theo grunted, sweat dripping down his face and onto my belly as he fucked me mercilessly, his cock fighting my butt plug for real estate inside my body. “God, your tight little pussy feels amazing,” he growled. “You’ve been teasing me with this sweet hole for six years, and now you’re going to pay — with interest — all week!”
Tears streamed down my cheeks, mainly from the burning pain in my clit, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to be their plaything, their sex pet. The crude names they used to describe me only fueled my desire for more.
“Look at this perfect fuck toy,” said one man, his rough hands pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. “We’re going to beat you into submission, Delisha. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll be begging.”
“Please,” I whispered through gritted teeth, trying to find some semblance of control in the midst of my torment.
“Quiet, slut!” Harvey snapped, slapping my face. “You are not allowed to come this week. It’s the only rule we’ll respect!”
Their malicious laughter echoed in my ears like a chorus of evil, taunting me with the threat of being used without ever experiencing the pleasure of climaxing. Little did they know I hadn’t experienced an orgasm since 2023 started, and I relished in that pain. The more men come to take advantage of my body, the more I feel as though all of my essence has been sucked away — leaving me an empty sex doll to be exploited for their own selfish desires. That feeling of craving, yet being deprived of fulfillment, is exactly what I yearn for, binding me with chains of endless anguish.
My mind swirled with conflicting emotions — pain, humiliation, and undeniable arousal that coursed through my veins like fire.
“Remember, Delisha,” Theo hissed, his grip tightening on my hips. “You asked for this. You wanted us to treat you like a worthless fuck toy.”
I nodded as the truth of his words sank in. This was what I had craved, what I had begged for. And now, there was no turning back.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sounds of their grunts and laughter. “Thank you for giving me what I deserve.”
Theo finally pulled out of me, his cock slick with my juices. I barely had a chance to catch my breath when Fred stepped forward, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Gripping my hips, he positioned himself between my legs and thrust into me without warning. My body involuntarily tensed at the sudden invasion, but a moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely.
“God, Delisha!” Fred growled, his voice strained with lust. “I’ve been wanting this tight little cunt for so long… You have no idea what you’ve done to us all these years.”
As Fred began to fuck me hard, the other men continued their assault on my nipples, pinching and twisting them mercilessly. The pain was excruciating, but it only fueled the fire raging within me.
“Tell me,” Fred demanded, his thrusts growing more forceful, “tell me that you deserve this. That you’re nothing but a naughty girl who needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, struggling to find words through the haze of pain and pleasure. “I deserve this… I’m a naughty girl.”
“Damn right, you are,” Fred snarled, his grip on my hips tightening. “Now, say you need to be taught a lesson like the little evil babe you are.”
“I… I need to be taught a lesson,” I confessed, my cheeks burning with humiliation. “Please… punish me.”
A wicked smile spread across Fred’s face as he slammed into me even harder, driving me closer to the edge. But fortunately, before I could reach climax, he pulled out and stepped back, leaving me empty and aching.
“Who’s next?” Fred asked, smirking at the group of older men waiting eagerly nearby.
David didn’t waste any time taking Fred’s place. As soon as his cock was inside me, he started pounding me with a ferocity that left me breathless. His hands moved to my breasts, slapping them roughly as he growled his frustrations.
The other men continued their assault on my nipples, their laughter and crude comments echoing in my ears as they reveled in seeing my body twitch in pain with my arms still stretched above my head and held down by strong beast hands. My emotions were a whirlwind, a tumultuous mix of pain, humiliation, and an overwhelming desire to be used by these perverted old men just like I’d always wanted — just like they deserved, I even thought, wondering how married sex had been for them.
With each thrust, each slap, and each cruel taunt, I felt myself being pushed further into submission. And as much as it hurt, as much as it debased me, I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me at the thought of being at their mercy, completely and utterly lost to their depraved desires like a prey held down by hyenas feasting on my soft flesh.
David finally finished with me, his groans of satisfaction echoing in my ears as he pulled out. I barely had a moment to catch my breath before the next man took his place between my legs. He grinned wickedly at me, excitement clear in his eyes as he positioned himself.
“Always wanted to fuck a perfect ‘10’,” he growled as he thrust into me, filling me with his hard length. “A beautiful babe like you… but don’t think it’ll make this any easier on you, slut.”
As he forced his hard cock inside me, the other men resumed their wretched assault on my nipples. Every time they pinched or twisted them, I writhed in agony, yet with every new wave of pain came an unexpected pleasure racing through me. I couldn’t believe that I was actually experiencing this torture and humiliation, just as I always liked but so rarely got. They were treating me like an object, a toy for them to play with, a living being in a laboratory of horror, and the more they did it, the more I wanted it.
The man fucking me leaned down, whispering filthy things in my ear as he pounded my tight cunt mercilessly. “You like this, don’t you? You love being our little fuck toy for the week.”
I could barely think straight from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, but I knew he was right. This was the reason I organized this dive trip in the first place. And now that I had it, I was desperate for more. Well, actually, I had organized the trip with the simple goal of drinking an overdose of sperm all week, but… This was better.
He was soon replaced by another eager man who had been waiting his turn to abuse the young nude female girl.
“I’ve always wanted to feel the tight pussy of a young Playmate! God, you’re beautiful!”
His words. Not mine!
“Look at her,” one of them sneered as he gripped my hips tightly, slamming into me with brutal force. “She’s just begging for it, isn’t she? Can’t get enough of the beating.”
But then the boat captain spoke up, his voice tinged with admiration. “It sure is a beautiful sight, watching you boys tame a young blonde slut like her,” he said, his eyes trained on me as I lay there, panting and spent. “I’d love to have a run at her myself, but we’ve reached the dive site. If you want to dive, it’s now or never. Sex or no sex, we have to be back at the dock for noon.”
The men who hadn’t had their chance with me grumbled in disappointment, but Harvey had other ideas.
“Wait a minute!” some of you told me in private messages. “What happened between your arrival at the dive resort on Saturday evening and your body being stripped and abused on the dive boat on Sunday morning instead of being fed 14 loads of sperm as planned?”
Good question! Here’s the thing. When looking at the stats of how many of you read my private sex life reports, I realized that most of you want the juicy part where I am being manhandled — you bunch of pervs! So sometimes, I skip the more boring parts. But here is a summary.
Then, upon landing on Saturday evening, I went to see the general manager of the resort with whom I had exchanged emails to plan our “special” trip. He was eager to get our business because dive resorts had been hit hard by the COVID-19 pandemic. He agreed to let our group use a dedicated dive boat for a two-tank dive every morning, and he assigned a captain and a divemaster who were fine with my being naked on every boat ride. That’s what I thought we had agreed on.
But once I met with him at the resort, I had a lovely surprise. He had understood that I wanted to be naked for the whole week, all over the resort. He had already notified the staff, and he had sent a message to the other divers booked at his resort for that week. The message explained that there would be a young social media influencer doing research about public nudity for a school paper. Wow! He had thought of everything!
I was thrilled, as I am sure you would have expected! However, he asked me to wait until Sunday afternoon to be nude because he had other divers leaving Sunday morning. And the new group who had been notified of the nudity project was arriving during the day on Sunday. The resort was not sold out. Besides our group of 14, there would be another 17 divers, and the cool thing was… All of them were men, he said! That was no surprise to me because scuba diving is still mostly a male baby boomer activity which is one of the reasons I enjoy it!
After the meeting with the general manager on Saturday evening, I met our group to feed on their 14 cocks for my first load of semen. Afterward, I showed them the sex toys I had brought in my backpack, and then I slept in the first cabin to get my body for a full night. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an exciting night. The two men in the cabin used me one after the other, never the two of them together, and the sex was pretty vanilla, using only my pussy, probably because I had a butt plug and they both had enjoyed a blowjob minutes earlier.
On Sunday morning, I showed up for breakfast in my black and orange bikini, ready for another 14 loads of male proteins, but it didn’t work out. There was just not enough time to suck 14 cocks before the early morning dive boat departure.
I was drinking water at a table with Harvey when I voiced my sadness and concern about how the trip had started. None of them seemed inspired by the sex toys and restraints I had brought. The sex had been very boring. And now I wasn’t getting my sperm breakfast.
Harvey suggested I feed on their cocks on the dive boat on the way to the dive site. I liked the idea. And then he promised to spice things up for me.
And he sure delivered, as you have seen in the second report starting on the dive boat on Sunday morning when Harvey coached the group of old men to grab me, strip me, punish me for being a cock tease, and teach me a lesson in submissiveness. The trip had been resurrected by Harvey, and I will be eternally grateful to him for it.
So much happened on Sunday that this third report (this post) continued to cover events on the dive boat on Sunday morning. And they were still not done beating my body into submission. Next, I will cover how they tortured my clit to make me agree I didn’t deserve to go scuba diving despite my craving for the underwater world and how they made me the sex pet of the whole dive resort. It was a week to remember, and I will remember it!
For your convenience, you will find the list of my sex life reports about this June 2023 Sex & Scuba Tropical Vacation in the second part of this index:
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