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Forcefully Stripped & Held Down by Old Men Torturing My Clit to Discipline a Cock Tease
My Young Female Body at the Mercy of 14 Sexually Depraved Cock-Carrying Beasts on a Dive Boat — I loved every second of it! [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).
In May, I planned a sex & scuba dive trip in collaboration with the dive shop where I used to work as a dive instructor up North when I was 18 years old. A divemaster at the dive shop took care of selling it to 13 other old men who would get, as a bonus, unlimited access to my body as a cock-pleasuring device for the week as long as they fed me sperm three times daily. Then on June 10, I packed my backpack and introduced myself to the group at Miami Airport. I haven’t been able to write a sex life report while at the dive resort, and you will soon understand why.
Conversations in this sex confession have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused!
The sun had barely risen on the first day of our week-long dive trip as I stepped onto the dive boat, feeling the warmth of its rays caressing my skin. The black material of my bikini contrasted sharply with the vibrant orange trim, drawing attention to my firm breasts and the curve of my hips. My long blonde hair flowed freely down my back, swaying gently with each movement.
The contrast between my youthful sensuality and the aged appearances of the 14 old men in my group was striking. I felt their eyes roving over my exposed flesh, and a thrill ran through me. I wanted them to see me, to desire me, to objectify me. Their hunger for my body only fueled my own depraved desires.
“Morning, boys,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction, as I bent over to drop my dive gear, giving them a perfect view of my round, pert ass.
I had chosen to wear the black and orange bikini today instead of on Day 3 as originally planned because it was the least revealing outfit I’d brought for the week. Since most of these men had never seen me naked, I wanted them to yearn for what lay beneath the fabric, to build up their anticipation for when they’d finally witness my young firm breasts and smooth, bald pussy. Every other piece of clothing in my backpack was transparent or barely covering anything.
Their lewd comments filled the air, making my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of my bikini top. “Damn, girl! You’re a walking wet dream!” one of the men called out, his voice rough with lust.
I smirked, knowing full well the effect I had on old men. They were like hounds, salivating at the sight of fresh meat. And I reveled in it, the intoxicating power of being the center of their raw, animalistic desires.
“Careful now, boys,” I teased, biting my lip and winking at them. “Wouldn’t want to get too excited before our first dive, would we?”
“Fuck the dive,” growled Theo, his eyes locked on my bouncing tits as I moved about the boat. “I’d rather dive into that tight pussy of yours, girl.”
A chorus of agreement and crude comments erupted from the other men, their words like gasoline on the fire of my arousal.
Theo was no stranger to my sensual games. He had been on a dive trip with me when I was an eighteen-year-old new dive instructor, along with Fred, Harvey, and nineteen other men who weren’t on this current trip. Today, he looked at me with that same possessive hunger I remembered from years ago.
“Come on, boys!” Harvey yelled to the other thirteen old men while grabbing my arm. “Let’s help ourselves to a taste of our beautiful fuck toy here.”
In a surge of playful adrenaline, I managed to free my arm from Harvey’s grasp and leaped off the boat, landing back on the dock with a thud. I didn’t dare look back as I bolted away from the dive boat, my heart pounding in my chest.
I ran along the rough wooden planks of the dock, dodging scuba diving gear and cylinders that littered my path. My mind raced, torn between fear and exhilaration. The thought of being pursued like prey by these depraved old men sent shivers down my spine, igniting a primal desire deep within me to be their sex object, used and shared at their whim.
“Get back here, you little cock tease!” I heard Harvey shout behind me, followed by the pounding footsteps of the men giving chase. Their crude laughter filled the air, urging one another on as they hunted me down.
“Remember how featherweight she was when we stripped her naked on that trip years ago?” Theo called out, his voice dripping with lustful memories. “She deserves a good beating for making our cocks wait this long!”
As I rounded a corner, I could hear Fred panting heavily, barking commands to the other men. “Corner her! Don’t let her get away!”
I knew I couldn’t keep running forever, but the thrill of the chase fueled my every step. An inferno of desire burned within me, stoked by their crass words and fervent pursuit. I wanted them to catch me, to dominate me, to force me into submission, and make me their plaything.
My legs felt like jelly as I stumbled over a coil of rope, nearly losing my balance. Gritting my teeth, I pushed onward, determined to draw out this primal dance for as long as I could.
“Look at her juicy ass bouncing as she runs!” yelled one of the men, his voice filled with dark anticipation. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into that tight little hole!”
“Her bouncing tits are driving me wild!” another chimed in, his voice thick with desire.
Their vulgar comments only served to motivate me, my body coursing with lustful energy. I wanted them to catch me, to strip me down and devour every inch of my young, nubile body, to be reduced to nothing more than an object for their twisted pleasure.
Suddenly, a forceful grip yanked at my long blonde hair, sending searing pain through my scalp as it pulled me back. My body collided with one of the men, his hard muscles pressing against my soft flesh. My breath hitched as my conflicting emotions surged — fear mingled with an intense desire to be stripped naked and used by these ravenous beasts.
“Gotcha, you little cock tease!” he growled into my ear, his hot breath fanning across my skin. “You think you can run away from us? You’re gonna pay for that.”
As I struggled against him, the other men closed in, their eyes wild with lust and anticipation. They grabbed my arms and legs, their hands like steel vices around my limbs, causing the blood to rush to my fingers and toes as they lifted me.
I squirmed and writhed, feigning distress while secretly craving the feeling of being utterly powerless and objectified.
“Please, don’t hurt me!” I cried out, playing my role to perfection. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to run!”
“Too late now, sweetheart,” a man snarled, his face twisted in a sinister grin.
“Look at her squirm,” one man sneered, his eyes fixed on my belly. “She’s just begging for it, isn’t she? Wants us to strip her down and fuck her raw!”
Their crude words only served to fan the flames of my desire, and I fought harder against their grip, knowing full well the futility of my struggle. I wanted them to tear off my clothes, to expose my naked flesh to their ravenous gazes, and to use me as they saw fit.
“Once we get her back on that boat, boys, she won’t know what hit her,” Harvey barked, his eyes raking over my barely-covered form hungrily. “Remember that trip when she was just 18? Men stripped her down, and made her squirm, but they never got to taste that sweet pussy. You won’t let that happen this time around, will you?”
“Damn right,” Theo chimed in, his grip on my wrist tightening painfully. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking her ever since. She made us all hard, now it’s time for her to pay.”
“Please, don’t do this,” I cried out, my acting skills in full force as I pretended to be terrified.
They dragged me violently along the dock, my body swinging back and forth as four men held me by my ankles and wrists. I felt like a piece of meat being hauled to a slaughterhouse. The men laughed and taunted me with crude remarks about what they intended to do to me.
“Can’t wait to see how much this little cock tease can take,” one man sneered, gripping my wrist tighter.
“Maybe we should tie her up and take turns pounding that tight little pussy of hers,” another chimed in, licking his lips as he eyed my body.
I yelled and begged for mercy. “Please, don’t do this to me!” I cried out, struggling against their grip.
But my pleas fell on deaf ears. They continued making vulgar comments about my body and the extreme sexual violence they had in store for me. My heart raced with a mix of fear, humiliation, and excitement.
These men saw me as nothing but a cock tease who deserved a violent beating, just like I told them to do at the airport the day before. I was just not expecting them to actually act on it. Men readily talk a big game but often turn out to be gentle even when I tell them not to be. Could it be that this trip would give me what I wanted?
“Let’s see how much this pretty little blonde can handle,” one man growled, his gaze fixated on my exposed flesh. “I bet she’ll scream real nice when we start pounding her.”
“Nothing like teaching a cock tease a lesson, eh?” another chimed in, tightening his grip on my ankle. “We should take turns using her every hole — make sure she knows her place.”
“Please, don’t do this! I beg you!” I cried out as I struggled to break free from their hold. But they simply enjoyed holding me as a captured animal. All they could see was a young, vulnerable blonde who deserved a beating for arousing their deepest desires.
Back on the dive boat, Harvey barked orders at the other men to strip me naked. As the captain steered us away from the dock, I felt the last shred of safety vanishing into the distance. My young body, firm breasts, and flowing blonde hair seemed to awaken the men’s primal lust as if I were an irresistible candy.
“Let’s get that top off,” Harvey commanded, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
With rough, eager hands, they removed my bikini top, exposing my young, firm breasts to the leering gazes of the old men. Only three of them had seen me in the nude when I was 18 years old. For the other 11 old men, my young female body was something to discover, and their crude laughter filled the air as they commented on my nakedness.
“Damn, look at those tits! Just begging to be played with, ain’t they?” one man jeered. Another added, “I can’t wait to see how hard those nipples get when we’re pounding the cunt.”
“Wow! Haven’t seen firm young tits like that in years… Fuck! Decades! Before that chick was born, probably!”
All the while, I yelled, cried, and fought to free myself, but their grip remained unyielding. They stripped me of my dignity as much as they stripped me of my clothes. I realized I had asked them to play rough with me, but nevertheless, I was stunned by how much these old men really saw me as nothing more than a piece of art, a sculpture to unwrap for their twisted pleasure — and how much a young girl nude body was desirable for these men who could all be my Daddy.
“Time to lose the bottoms too,” one of the men growled, his eyes filled with lust. My heart raced as they yanked my bikini bottom off, not caring about the pain it caused me. The rough fabric scraped against my tender skin, leaving a burning sensation in its wake.
“Look at that sweet young pussy; bet it’s tight as fuck,” someone snickered. Their crude laughter echoed around me as I struggled, and for the first time, tears streamed down my face, probably from a mix of pain and joy.
“Can’t wait to see how it feels wrapped around my cock.”
“You know she’s younger than my two daughters?”
“Don’t think like that, man; she’s no daughter; she’s a naughty cock tease,” Harvey chimed in. “Now the little bitch’s gonna pay for it.”
My naked body trembled as I fought against their hold, but it was no use. The more I writhed and pleaded, the more excited they became. It was as if my fear and vulnerability only served to fuel their perverse desires. It was a very unique, raw, bestial scene.
They dragged me over to the bench in the middle of the boat, my naked flesh pressed hard against the rough, unforgiving surface. Each man holding my limbs tightened his grip, forcing me down onto my back. I whimpered in pain, feeling utterly exposed and helpless.
“Get her nice and spread out, boys. Let’s give everyone a good look,” Harvey barked, clearly enjoying his role as the ringleader of this twisted spectacle.
“Make sure you really hold her down,” one of them advised while sneering at me. “This little cock tease deserves every bit of what’s coming to her.”
The men were brutal in their handling of my delicate, vulnerable body. They forced my legs apart, giving the entire group an unobstructed view of my smooth, hairless pussy. I could feel their hot, hungry gazes on my most intimate parts, starting with my vulva's outer lips, and it made my skin crawl.
“Please, don’t do this!” I cried out, but the men were too consumed by their own depravity to care about my suffering.
“Shut up, slut,” one of them snarled as they continued to manhandle me. “You brought this on yourself.”
My arms ached as one of the men gripped my wrists tightly, forcing them above my head. My back arched involuntarily, thrusting my young, firm breasts toward the leering faces surrounding me. The crude jokes and laughter intensified as the men ogled my body like ravenous beasts.
“Look at those tits, boys! They’re just begging to be played with!” Harvey cackled, his eyes locked on my chest. “She’s a cock tease, alright. Maybe we should keep her tied down all week. Teach her some manners.”
“Please, don’t hurt me!” I sobbed, struggling against their hold. But my pleas only fueled their perverse desires. I felt exposed and vulnerable, knowing all eyes were now fixated on my nude tits and bald, glistening pussy.
“Bet that tight little cunt hasn’t had a real man yet,” another chimed in, licking his lips. “Just begging to be stuffed with a real man’s cock!”
“Fuck! I haven’t seen such a young girl naked in… Forever!” one man suggested, his grin malicious and predatory that gave me shivers. I love it when I provide old men with pleasure they have not or rarely experienced.
“Young? I’ve never seen a cute girl like this before. I mean… besides Playboy! Fuck! We get to fuck a Playmate!”
Those words made me forget all the pain. I was proud of my body for providing pleasure to old men. The intense emotions coursing through me threatened to overwhelm my senses. Fear, humiliation, and helplessness clashed inside me, amplifying my desperation while mixing with joy at seeing these old men appreciate the young nude female body they held in their claws.
I also knew I would be sharing this sexual experience with you guys, and knowing your cocks would also get hard motivated me even more.
“Please, don’t do this!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face again from joy and pride.
“Shut up, you little slut! You had fun teasing us, and now it’s our turn to have some fun. You deserve every bit of this,” Harvey growled, his voice dripping with menace.
“Look at those perky tits,” one man jeered, his voice a lecherous growl. “Just beggin’ to be slapped and squeezed!”
“More like pinched and twisted,” another chimed in, snickering. “She’s just a dirty girl who needs to learn her place.”
The more they held my nude body captive, the more violent their comments became, giving me shivers.
“Damn right. We should keep her on a leash, make her our fuckin’ pet,” a third suggested, his eyes roving over my naked body as if he were choosing furniture.
“Imagine her crawling around like a dog, ass up in the air, mouth open for our cocks,” someone else added, saliva practically dripping from his lips.
“Please, stop!” I begged them, tears continuing to stream down my face. “I didn’t mean to tease you! Just let me go!”
“Shut up!” Harvey barked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking it back. “You wanted this, you filthy cock tease!”
“Look at that sweet little mouth of hers,” one man said, smirking as he stared at my parted lips. “Perfect for stuffing with a hard dick.”
“Or her long neck… perfect for choking while we fuck her hard,” another added, making choking gestures with his hands.
“Those tender nipples are just asking to be bitten,” another man laughed, his eyes zeroing in on my trembling breasts. “I’d love to sink my teeth into them.”
“Like hell, you would,” another man challenged. “I want to twist them till she squeals!”
“Such a flat belly,” remarked another, running his gaze along the curve of my stomach. “Perfect for splashing cum all over.”
“Please, I don’t want this!” I sobbed, my voice breaking as I continued to struggle against their grip. “Why are you hurting me?”
“A good life is for good little girls,” Harvey sneered. “You’re nothing but a naughty, filthy girl that needs to be taught good manners… and respect for the elders!”
“Exactly,” someone else agreed. “Her cunt’ll be so wrecked by the time we’re through, she won’t be able to walk.” The laughter that followed was harsh and cruel.
“Maybe we ought to see how many fingers we can shove up that tight pussy of hers?” one man suggested, winking lewdly as he held out his hand.
“Better yet, let’s see how many cocks she can take at once,” another said, his tone almost gleeful. “I bet she’d just love being stuffed full of dicks.”
“More like begging for it,” someone else interjected. “She’s probably never been truly satisfied.”
“Or truly punished for teasing old men like us,” another added darkly. “Let’s teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”
“Look at her squirming,” someone else laughed. “It’s like she loves it!”
“Of course she does,” another replied, his voice oozing contempt. “She’s nothing but a fuck doll who was born to be used by real men.”
“Please… please stop…” I pleaded, my voice barely audible over the chorus of degrading remarks and crude jokes.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Harvey drawled, his eyes glittering with dark amusement. “You brought this on yourself. Now you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”
My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as I felt the rough hands of one of the men push aside my outer lips, exposing my clitoris to the leering gaze of the other men on the boat. All I could do was struggle and whimper, trying futilely to escape their grasp.
“Would you look at that?” the man holding my pussy open exclaimed, his voice dripping with crude humor. “I bet she’s never had a real man play with her clit before.”
“Probably only used those pathetic little vibrators,” another chimed in, laughing heartily. “She won’t know what hit her when we’re done with her.”
“Maybe we should take turns flicking it, see how much she can handle,” suggested another man, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight.
The room filled with laughter, and I could feel my face burning with humiliation. I had unleashed evil when I encouraged them to be rough!
The lewd remarks continued, each one more vulgar and degrading than the last. I tried to block out their voices, but their words seemed to seep into my very soul, making me feel like a dirty little teen slut.
Then, without warning, Harvey reached down and pinched my exposed clitoris, pulling on it forcefully. Pain ripped through me, and I couldn’t help but let out a guttural scream that seemed to echo off the dive cylinders on each side of the dive boat. It wasn’t an act anymore. My body twisted in agony, but there was no escaping the cruel grip on my sensitive flesh.
“Ha! Listen to that!” Harvey crowed, obviously pleased with himself. “She really does like it rough, doesn’t she?”
“Keep going, buddy,” another encouraged, a cruel smile on his face. “Let’s see how loud she can get.”
Harvey pinched and pulled my clitoris again, sending another wave of searing pain through me. I couldn’t help but scream once more, tears streaming down my face — tears of pain this time. As I fought against the men who held me captive, they seemed to feed off my pain and distress, their laughter growing louder and more raucous with each cry I made.
“Look at her,” one of them jeered. “She’s begging for more!”
“Maybe we should just keep doing this until she passes out,” another suggested, his voice dark and sinister. “That’ll teach her not to tease men.”
“NO!” I wailed, shaking with terror and misery. My tears streamed down my face like a waterfall as pain and fear flooded through me. But the men simply laughed, oblivious to my suffering. By then, to these men, I was nothing more than a plaything to be used for their sickening pleasure, an innocent young girl's body experimented upon by a gang of evil cock-carrying beasts. As another thumb and forefinger took hold of my clitoris, I wondered how much I could bear in this week-long ordeal.
But I had no intention of using my safe word. These men were doing what I had asked them to do when we met at Miami airport.
The pain from my clitoris being pinched and pulled only intensified as another man reached out, his rough fingers grabbing hold of my sensitive flesh. He twisted it without letting go, causing me to yell in extreme pain, tears streaming down continuously on my cheeks. I couldn’t believe how merciless these men were, treating me like a doll to be tortured for no reason but their evil amusement.
“Ha! Look at her squirm! She’s really feeling that, isn’t she?” one of the men taunted, their laughter ringing in my ears as they egged the cruel man on. “Twist it more, man; let’s see if she can handle it!”
As the man continued to twist and pinch my clit, I fought desperately against the grip of the men holding me down, but it was no use. The pain was unbearable, yet somehow, these monsters found it entertaining.
The man’s wicked grin widened as he uttered the words, “Hey, blondie.” His dripping fingers pinched my clit with increasing force, his nails digging in to help him keep his grip, and I let out an anguished scream. Tears surged and released uncontrollably from my eyes, and I begged quietly through spasms of pain, “Please… stop…”
But each cry for mercy was met with a harder pinch until I thought my flesh would tear from the pressure.
“Is this what you wanted when you teased us at the airport yesterday?” he purred mockingly.
My body felt like it was on fire, yet I kept whispering pleadingly for him to stop. Then came his cruelest taunt yet; “Aw, come on now. You have to admit, you’re enjoying this just a little bit, aren’t you? Or a whole lot, maybe?”
The wave of pain that washed over me seemed unbearable, and although it made me ill to do so, my lips parted, and I heard myself whisper in submission, “Yes… I love it.” His laughter rippled coldly across my skin as he held his nails and his painful grip on the most sensual and private part of my body.
“Good girl,” he smirked, not easing up on the pressure. “Now, thank me for giving you what you deserve.”
“Thank you,” I choked out, hating myself for saying it but knowing it was my only option.
“See, boys?” the man boasted to his comrades. “She loves it. Our little slut is finally learning her role his society!”
And it wasn’t the end of it.
“Who’s next?” one of them called out. “Come on, don’t be shy! Our little cock tease here deserves it!”
The pain was relentless, each new tormentor vying to outdo the last as they took turns torturing my clitoris while other men kept holding my wrists and ankles down against the hard bench. My screams echoed through the ocean, but there was no one to hear them — no one who cared, at least. At that point, it seemed clear to me that the only thing these men saw when they looked at me was an object for their twisted amusement, a young female body they could use to experiment.
In fact, the men’s excitement grew as they observed my torment, their lewd laughter filling the air louder each time I yelled from agonizing pain as if my voice and theirs were a sickening symphony. One after the other, they lined up to take their turn with my aching clitoris, each bringing his own brand of sadistic pleasure to the mix. As my body eventually convulsed almost continuously in agony, I could feel their eyes hungrily devouring my naked form.
“Make her nipples hard too!” one man shouted, prompting several others to reach for my breasts and twist and pull at my nipples until they throbbed in pain alongside my abused clit.
Despite the excruciating sensation, I couldn’t help but find some twisted satisfaction in being so thoroughly used.
Tears streamed down my face, real tears of pain, but I refused to beg for mercy anymore. I reminded myself that I had asked these men to be rough with me and that I wouldn’t use my safe word unless absolutely necessary.
The truth was that men who were truly willing to abuse me like this were rare, and I intended to savor every brutal moment.
I clung to consciousness as the searing agony wracked my body, gritting my teeth against the shrieks of pain that ripped from my throat. I convulsed like an animal in a trap, desperate and primal, but still, I thought about telling my Mom and Dad the story of this extreme experience. My Mom, in particular, had always pushed me towards risks, claiming such things would help me explore and discover my deepest sexual needs.
This was just another thrilling page in the novel of my life as a sexually liberated woman.
“Look at her, boys,” one man boasted while yanking on my swollen clit. “She’s not even begging us to stop anymore. Our little cock tease is finally learning to enjoy her punishment!”
“Damn right!” another chimed in, gripping my nipple tightly between his fingers. “She’s becoming the perfect fuck toy she was meant to be!”
The crude comments only stoked my determination to endure the torture. I had sought this out, after all — the raw, primal hunger of these men driven by their uncontrollable lust for a young blonde female body. It was an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that I wasn’t sure when I would get to experience again.
“Who’s next?” one man asked, his voice heavy with determination, like a torturer on a mission. “Don’t be shy — for once, you don’t need to pleasure or lick the clit! Just give that clit a beating!”
As more men gathered around to inflict their own brand of sadistic pleasure upon my vulnerable young body, I embraced the pain, knowing that it would bring me closer to understanding the very depths of my own desires. And as the boat rocked beneath us, as if carrying us further into an evil abyss, I couldn’t help but feel a perverse thrill at what awaited me in the darkness.
I was a lucky girl. I’ve always been.
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