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I Begged 31 Old Men To Torture My Clitoris as a Cure For Emasculation
“I want to provide them the ultimate fix for emasculation — a violent, carnivorous ritual in which they can dominate and ravage my young female body.” [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I remained on my knees on a hard table in front of all 31 old men who had come to the dive resort for a week of scuba diving. I could feel their lecherous eyes devouring my young nude female body and felt powerless to protect myself. My legs were splayed open to reveal the depths of my tight pussy, offering them a view that ignited a desire in their veins. As instructed, I rested my hands on the softness of my thighs, palms up. And I arched my back, as ordered, thrusting out my young, firm breasts as if they were there for the taking. Never did I dare look up from beneath my lashes until they beckoned me to do so, for then I was fully under their control.
The 14 old men I traveled with had broken me in less than 24 hours, beating me into total submission, and claimed full ownership of my body.
As I kneeled there, completely vulnerable and exposed, I could feel the weight of their gazes on me. The air was thick with anticipation and lust as they eagerly discussed my erotic submission in crude, explicit language.
“Look at that perfect little cunt,” one man said, motioning towards my exposed pussy. “Just begging to be filled.”
“Her tits are so perky, damn! I want to bring them home with me,” another chimed in, his eyes devouring my breasts. “We own her, don’t we? What if we split her at the end of the week so we all bring home a souvenir?”
The man’s words ripped through my body like a blade, his eyes roaming up and down me and settling on the curves of my young naked female form. He laughed wickedly as he openly spoke about carving me into pieces as if I was nothing more than a slab of meat to be evenly distributed amongst the men in attendance. I felt utterly violated and exposed, my mind reeling from his cruel jest. And yet, I have since masturbated while reliving that moment in my mind!
“Can’t wait to see her suck some more of my cock,” another one added, smirking at my display.
Their comments fueled my submissive desires, and I reveled in being their object of lust. I knew they saw me as a sex toy, perhaps even a piece of meat, something to be used and enjoyed for their pleasure, and I loved it.
They all enjoyed a good dinner while I was the piece of nude art on display. I hadn’t eaten dinner — but that didn’t matter. My hunger was for sperm, not food, and soon enough, these elderly men would satisfy my craving.
One man leaned forward, placing his rough hand on my inner thigh. “I can’t believe this little slut took all of us today. She’s so tiny, yet she handled our pounding like a fucking champ. 31 times!”
It was actually 29 because 2 men had declined the chance to abuse a young blonde girl. But I was not allowed to speak and, even less, correct any of them.
Conversations have been abridged to make them flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused!
“Her tight holes just kept milking our cocks,” another chimed in, grinning at the memory of my body clenching around him. “She’s built to be fucked and used by us old bastards.”
A member of the group of 17, curiosity piqued, asked the 14 men about the story they had heard earlier. “So what’s this we’ve been hearing about her walking on gravel while you guys fucked her ass?”
The men in the group of 14 that owned me grinned proudly, eager to boast about their devious exploits. “Oh yeah, that was something else,” one of them began. “We made her walk on gravel, barefoot, while we plowed her tight little asshole. Every time her feet landed on those sharp stones, her butthole would clench around our cocks, giving us the most amazing milking I’ve ever had.”
“Her whimpers and cries only made it hotter,” another added, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “Seeing such a sexy young thing hurting and crying while being brutally fucked… It was the perfect mix of… Erotic show!”
My face flushed, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through me as I listened to them recount their depraved acts. Despite the humiliation, I couldn’t deny that their words stirred something deep within me, feeding my masochistic desires. I wanted more of it.
“Besides the incredible cock milking her tight little ass gave us,” one of my owners explained, “there was just something so goddamn erotic about seeing this beautiful young babe cry and hurt while we fucked her out.”
Another chimed in, his voice dripping with lustful recollection. “Her tears streaming down her face, her body trembling in pain… It made my cock so hard… It was easy to pound that tight ass.”
My cheeks burned with humiliation, but I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to their words, my nipples tightening and a familiar ache growing between my thighs.
“Invite us next time you do that, at least to watch,” one of the men from the group of 17 said, eager to join in on the degrading spectacle. The others nodded in agreement, their eyes raking over my exposed flesh hungrily.
“Actually, we’ve got something even better planned for you,” the leader of the group of 14 declared, smirking at me wickedly. “Come with us to the beach right now. Trust me, you won’t want to miss it.”
My body trembled with anticipation as the group of 14 men who owned me led the whole group toward the beach, my naked form being pulled along by a leash attached to my collar. The salty sea breeze caressed my exposed skin, making my nipples harden even more.
And as we made our way to the beach, they ordered me to walk barefoot in the middle of the gravel trail. My feet were tender and delicate, each step sending jolts of pain up my legs as the sharp stones bit into my soft flesh. My buttocks clenched reflexively with each painful step, providing the men with the show they wanted.
“You were right! Look at how her perfect little ass tightens as she walks on those stones,” someone from the group of 17 observed, his voice thick with arousal.
“Damn, that’s one sexy girl,” another added, his gaze locked on my tormented naked form.
Meanwhile, the men walked comfortably on the grass beside the trail, wearing sandals and smirking at my predicament. The contrast was stark — all of them clothed and comfortable, with their feet well protected, while I was naked, barefoot, and in pain. Their laughter and jeers filled the air, mingling with my stifled whimpers of distress.
My heart pounded as one of my owners grabbed me roughly by the arm, forcing me to stop. “You know what, Delisha? You’re just a cock tease that deserves to be punished. You need to beg for this pain,” he growled, his breath hot and heavy against my ear.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Please force me to walk barefoot on the gravel. It’s what I deserve.” A part of me couldn’t believe that I was actually uttering those words, but my body responded with a shudder of anticipation.
“Ha! Good girl,” he sneered, giving my bare ass a hard slap. The other men laughed, their eyes filled with lust as they watched me submit.
“Say it louder,” another man demanded, his voice dripping with authority. “Beg for your punishment.”
“Please!” I cried out louder this time. “Make me walk barefoot on the gravel! I’m just a cock tease!”
“And?” the man insisted.
“I’m… My only purpose in life is to be entertainment for all of you!”
The men in the group of 17 stared at me, their cocks visibly straining against their pants as they took in the sight of my submissiveness along my vulnerable, exposed young female body. They murmured amongst themselves, clearly aroused by the raw display of dominance from their peers.
“Look at her,” one of them said, his voice thick with desire. “Her tight little ass clenches so deliciously with every step. So delicate… Fragile… Hot! She’s a hottie!”
“Fuck, yeah,” another agreed, his eyes glued to my agonized movements. “There’s something so fucking hot about watching her suffer like this. She might be a tease, but she’s putting on one hell of a show for us.”
Old men were appreciative of what I was doing, and that was all I needed to keep going. Since I started exploring my sexuality as a teenager, I’ve craved using my naked body to provide entertainment to old men. Old cocks are gods to me.
So I continued to walk along the gravel trail, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction as I witnessed how much my pain and humiliation were turning these men on.
“You like it, guys? Such a tight little ass,” one of the men from the group of 14 chuckled, his hand reaching out to give it a rough slap, which made me yelp. “Just wait till you see what we have in store for our pretty blonde pet.”
The sound of waves crashing on the shore filled the air as we arrived at the beach. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over everything and making my wet, glistening skin look even more enticing. The men ogled my helpless form, their crude comments fueling my arousal even further.
“God, I loved burying my face in her tits this afternoon,” one of the men from the group of 17 mused.
“And they taste as good as they look, don’t they?” Victor responded, grinning wickedly as he glanced at my breasts. I could feel their eyes on me, tearing away any last shred of dignity I had left.
As I stood there, exposed and humiliated, nude among a group of dressed old men, I knew I craved this treatment. I wanted to be used by old men and worship their cocks to satisfy their most animalistic desires. I longed to please them in any way they saw fit, no matter how degrading or painful it might be. My body was theirs, my mind consumed by the need to submit.
“Please,” I whispered, my eyes downcast as I addressed the men who owned me. “Use me however you want. I’m here to serve you.”
“Good girl,” Harvey said, giving my ass another rough smack. “By the end of tonight, everybody will know exactly what you’re meant for.”
As six men from the group of 14 led me into the ocean, I could feel the hungry eyes of the other men on the beach. My naked body was exposed and vulnerable, my breasts bouncing with each step as the waves crashed around my thighs. The water was cool against my skin, washing away the remnants of their lust that still clung to my body.
“Look at her,” one of the men from the group of 17 said, his voice laced with crude arousal. “Like a sexy little mermaid on a leash.”
“Wait ’til you see what’s next,” Theo replied, smirking at the anticipation on the men’s faces.
I felt the hands of the six old men on my body, rubbing and scrubbing at my flesh, cleaning me of the leftover sperm. Their fingers dug into my soft skin, gripping my hips, my ass, and my breasts as they worked to wash the young blonde. They were washing their pet! And each touch sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of my place.
My mind wandered to the fact that this was my first contact with the ocean since arriving at the dive resort. Despite my love for scuba diving and the sea, the group of 14 decided that I didn’t deserve to explore the depths of the ocean during this trip. They had deemed me a naughty cock tease, unworthy of such pleasures, and my punishment was to satisfy their most twisted desires for the rest of the week.
The conflict raged within me; I ached to be used by these men to satisfy their carnal hunger, but my love for the ocean and scuba diving threatened to overpower it. I craved the freedom of diving beneath the surface, exploring the mysteries of the deep blue sea. But as those rough hands continued to cleanse me, my desire to submit seemed to grow stronger.
“Tell them how much you need this, Delisha,” Harvey commanded, pulling me closer to him by the leash.
“Please,” I whimpered, feeling the weight of their gazes on my trembling form. “I need this. I need to be used by you all.”
“Such a good little whore,” Stanley murmured approvingly, his fingers pinching one of my nipples as they continued to scrub away at my body.
After the six men finished washing me, leaving me shivering with anticipation, they dragged me back to the beach, my body still glistening with seawater. The other men in the group of 17 couldn’t take their eyes off me, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. But deep down, I knew that I craved this attention — to be the object of their filthy desires.
“Damn, look at her now,” one man from the group of 17 said. “Her hair all wet like that, clinging to her perfect tits… She’s even more beautiful.”
“Fuck, yeah,” another man agreed, rubbing his crotch as he stared at me. “I’d love to run my fingers through those wet locks while I pound her tight little pussy.”
As the men continued to comment on my appearance, I felt a sick sense of satisfaction. I loved being their dirty fantasy — one they actually got to live and enjoy.
“Alright, Delisha,” Theo said, tightening his grip on my leash. “Tell these men what your purpose is for this week.”
Swallowing hard, I forced the words out. “I’m here to serve you, to pleasure you in any way you desire. I’m your sex pet. And your cock is a god to be worshipped.”
“Good girl,” Harvey praised, grinning wickedly. “Now beg us to use you more. Show these men how desperate you are for our cocks.”
Feeling the weight of their expectant stares, I dropped to my knees in the sand, the warm grains pressing into my skin. “Please,” I whispered, trying to ignore the shame that threatened to choke me. “Please use me more. I need your cocks inside me, using me like the slutty fuck toy I am.”
“See?” Fred boasted to the group of 17, who were watching with a mixture of shock and lust.
With each degrading order and filthy comment, I found myself sinking deeper into my role as their submissive sex pet. And despite the turmoil raging within me, a part of me knew that this was exactly where I belonged — on my knees, begging to be beaten by the cocks of old men.
The men of the group of 14 who owned me laughed and jeered as they continued to entertain their audience. I could feel their eyes on me, scanning my soaked body like a piece of meat. One man from the group of 17 said, “That little slut’s butthole must’ve been tight around your cocks when you fucked her on that gravel trail.”
“Damn right it was,” Theo responded, smirking at me. “But did our cocks get the milking they deserved? Let’s hear what our cock tease here thinks.”
“Delisha,” Harvey said, his voice cold and commanding, “did our cocks deserve better than what you gave us on the gravel trail?”
My cheeks flushed with humiliation as I looked up at him. “Yes,” I whispered, feeling the weight of their stares. “Your cocks deserved better.”
“Tell them why,” Cliff demanded, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair and forcing me to look at the group of 17. “Tell them why you deserved to suffer on that trail and why it was not enough.”
“Because… because I’ve been a cock tease for years,” I admitted, choking back tears. “And because young blondes like me are pretentious little things who need to be put in our place.”
“Good girl,” Victor praised, releasing my hair. “Now bow and apologize to us for not giving us a better cock massage while we fucked your ass.”
“Please forgive me,” I begged, pressing my forehead against the warm sand. “I’m so sorry I didn’t do a better job when you fucked my ass with my feet hurting on the gravel. I promise to make it up to you.”
Theo stepped forward and smirked down at me. “You’ve begged for forgiveness, but now, we want you to beg for a chance to do better than those pathetic cock massages you gave us on the gravel trail.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I struggled to meet his eyes, knowing exactly what was expected of me and how much it would hurt. “Please,” I whispered hoarsely, “give me a chance to make it up to you, to provide better cock massages for the pleasure of my gods.”
“Ha, look at her,” Harvey sneered, gesturing at my submissive form. “She knows she fucked up and can’t wait to take our cocks again.”
“Alright, Delisha,” Charles chimed in, his tone mocking, “if you want to prove yourself, tell us how you think you can make your tight little butthole clench harder to milk our cocks better?”
My stomach twisted into knots; they were leading me to the abyss, but I had asked for it earlier in the afternoon. It was my idea! I wanted their cocks to be worshipped even more. The eyes of both groups of men were glued to my lips. “You… You could try torturing my clit,” I mumbled, not daring to look up at them.
The men from the group of 17 stared at me with wide-eyed fascination, clearly impressed by my debasing suggestions. Their lustful gazes roamed over my naked body as if they were already fantasizing about what they could do to me.
“Alright, Delisha,” said Francis, one of the men in the group of 14 who had been enjoying my torment. “We want ideas for how we can torture that pretty little clit of yours to make your tight asshole clench around our cocks this week. And you better beg us nicely. Convince me.”
I felt a mixture of humiliation and desperate arousal as I lowered my gaze to the sand, trying to think of new ways to comply with their perverse demands, which included a promise they would try every method I suggested.
“You… you could put clothespins on my clit while you fuck my ass. The pain would force me to clench around you,” I stammered, then added quickly, “Please… please use clothespins on my clit. I want to give you the best cock massage possible.”
“More, babe,” Theo urged, his voice thick with anticipation.
“Or… or you could tie a string to my clit and pull on it while you’re inside me,” I suggested, imagining the sharp sting of the tugging on my most sensitive flesh. “Please, tug on my clit to make me clench harder around your cocks. I deserve it. You deserve it.”
“Keep going,” Harvey demanded, his eyes dark and predatory.
“Maybe… maybe you could spank my clit with a ruler,” I whispered, mortified but unable to stop myself from continuing. “Please, spank my clit so that I squeeze your cocks tighter.”
“Ha! She’s really getting into this,” Victor laughed, and the others joined him, their laughter cruel and mocking.
“Alright, Delisha,” Fred said, his tone suddenly serious. “We’ll let you choose the method we use tonight to torture your clit. But you better pick the worst one possible and beg us to use it on you.”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, feeling tears of shame prick at my eyes. “Please, please use the hardest, most painful method… Use Harvey’s hard metal binder paper clip on my clit. I beg you. Make me suffer so that I can make it up to you by giving you the best cock massage ever.”
“Did you hear that?” Charles asked the group of 17, smirking. “She’s begging for us to put a fucking binder clip on her clit.”
“Damn, she either loves pain or she really wants to pleasure cocks,” one of the men from the group of 17 said, clearly disbelieving.
“I think she sees old men’s cocks as some sort of a god for her,” one of my owners answered, laughing.
“Prove it to them, Delisha,” Stanley ordered. “Convince these men that you’re serious about giving us all a better cock massage by torturing your clit.”
“Please,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation. “I need to give you the best possible pleasure because your cocks deserve it, and the best way for me to do that is by hurting my clit. You should get what you deserve.”
“Tell them how badly you want to make our cocks throb inside you, slut,” Charles demanded, gripping my leash tightly.
“More than anything,” I admitted, my cheeks burning with shame as the onlookers gawked at my naked, vulnerable body. “I crave the feeling of your cocks pounding into me and filling me up, and I’ll do anything to worship them and make sure you experience the most intense orgasms imaginable.”
“Say it again,” Harvey insisted, his eyes locked onto mine as he demanded absolute submission. “Beg for us to hurt you so that we can have the pleasure we deserve.”
“Please, hurt me,” I begged through gritted teeth, tears streaming down my face. “Torture my clit and make me suffer so that I can give you the ultimate pleasure you deserve from my tight, clenching butthole. Please! I’m just a tool designed to worship your cocks. You deserve it. And make sure I never get an orgasm. Please. I don’t deserve it.”
“Damn, she’s the ultimate fuck doll,” one of the men from the group of 17 muttered, finally seeming convinced by my desperate pleas.
“Alright, Delisha, since you want it so badly,” Theo said with a wicked grin, “we’ll make sure you feel every ounce of pain necessary to our cocks properly this week. Starting tonight, with that binder clip you begged for.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, trembling in anticipation and fear but also with a growing hunger for the pain and humiliation that would remind me of my place as their submissive sex doll.
My fascination with clit torture only began earlier this year, and yet, the craving has only grown more insatiable since. I live in a perpetual state of wanting, needing men to ravage my clitoris with their hands, nails, paperclips, clothespins, pliers — any way that they please. The pain it brings me is unbearable, yet I can’t get enough.
On top of that, I ache for the feeling of not having an orgasm. The desire is all-consuming. This year, I have deprived myself of any pleasure, and I want to keep it that way. When groups of men ravage my body with no concern for my own satisfaction, it’s like a drug to me, a sickeningly intense sensation that contains no pleasure and only violence. My clit becomes numb to their roughness; the more brutality they inflict, the less likely I am to experience any release, and that is the goal.
And you should see the facial expressions of the men who get to use my body! That alone makes it all worth it! Behind the carefully cultivated masks of respectability and propriety, I can see something wild stir in them, something they have kept suppressed for years. Unbridled male, animalistic instinct finally burst out of them as I lay bare to their sadistic pleasure. My young female flesh becomes an altar upon which they sacrifice restraint, reveling in their newfound freedom to violently unleash repressed desires on my body.
I invite these men to take out their aggression and reclamation of power on my body. I want to provide them the ultimate fix for emasculation — a violent, carnivorous ritual in which they can dominate and ravage my young female body. I offer myself as a cure. With an onslaught of brutality toward my nipples, clitoris, and ass until they exhaust their fury, I help them relinquish the burden of male subservience from their shoulders before they go back to their pink-men married life. You’re welcome!
So what happened next? Find out here!
A lot more happened on the first Sunday of our week-long scuba diving vacation. Later in the week, I ended up getting the large quantity of sperm I wanted to eat. After all, eating nothing but sperm — a lot of it — was the reason I had organized the trip!
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