Justin – A Modern Sadean Hero – BDSM

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The Introduction

These stories and anecdotes are inspired both in style and content by ‘The 120 Days of Sodom’ by the Marquis de Sade. In that work, a succession of mature prostitutes recall ever more extreme scenes from their working lives in 18th Century France. Justin is a ‘Hero’ in this mould, but lives in the modern world of mobile phones and escort agencies. I hope you enjoy his adventures.

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Justin is a retired public servant of immense wealth. He has obtained this through years of bribery and corruption as well as the blackmail of others who have done the same as himself. Amassing, defending and hiding this money has occupied him so completely for thirty years that he has never married or incurred the expense of a family life. He lives in a discretely gigantic house in an anonymous suburb, pays no taxes and has limitless leisure.

Justin pays for all services in cash including to a cleaning agency run by an aging Polish immigrant named Rula. This lady has spent a long working lifetime as a prostitute and madam in her native country and uses the agency as a front for these activities here as well.

Having failed to hook Justin for herself on their first meeting, Rula settled for recruiting him as a client. She suggested the gentleman must get lonely in his big, clean house and that some of her ladies might well be in the market for keeping him business from time to time. As an expert assessor of men, Rula correctly guessed some of Justin’s erotic proclivities and delicately suggested that games of that sort were on offer.

For his part, the retired official was suddenly all too aware of time passing him by and realised there was a vast area of enjoyment he had hitherto neglected. As he set about exploring this new world, Justin discovered in fact, what he had suspected for a long time; that he was a monumental pervert and almost no indecency was beyond his libido. Within a year his tastes were making the Polish procuress personally rich as well as extremely busy.

Now our hero’s time is largely occupied in erotic schemes of exploration. Women come and go through the secluded rear entrance to his property delivered by Rula’s own drivers. Each is fully briefed as to her role and the payment she can expect, all in accordance to the scenarios Justin pens for his Madam in advance.

An example:

Justin has ordered two young, lithe girls for the evening; one black, one white. In his bedroom he asks them to stimulate each other with toys while he watches and becomes erect. He wants them to edge one another several times but to give warning to their pretty tormentress to avoid actual orgasm.

When he is ready a formal game begins. Each girl is to take his cock in her ass in any way she sees fit. Once lodged, each girl can apply five full strokes but no more before dismounting and giving way to the other girl and so on. The girl who can make him cum in her ass is the winner and gets to straddle the face of her companion. The loser accepts she is to receive Justin’s load into her mouth directly pushed out from the winner’s rectum.

When the semen is consumed winners and losers are to make up by resuming their toying. At this point Justin introduces a ‘bonus’ not mentioned in the contract each girl has previously agreed to; if they can bring themselves orgasm simultaneously each will be paid a nice cash sum that can go straight into their own pockets. Justin walks around the girls, wine glass in hand as they arrange for this to happen, greatly enjoying their talk in all its youthful crudity, the contrast of their complexions and the eagerness of the girls to co-operate with each other.

As the girls recover he is erect once more but denies himself any further indulgence. Indeed, his larger game is far from over. Justin is beyond mere voyeurism and control as sufficiently voluptuous sexual sensations.

He bids his companions goodbye with an apology for imposing on their modesty and decency to such an unforgivable extent. The two little whores know better than laugh in his face as this too is part of the scenario. He promises to make amends and to fast in penance until they relieve him. Fully aware of what this means, they leave.

Justin keeps his word. After licking the two young girls’ sex toys clean (a private pleasure he was surprised to discover himself capable of from his earliest adventures) he neither eats, drinks nor masturbates. He awaits his ‘relief’ in a state of mind which can hardly be described and may well have no name.

By the evening of the next day he is parched and painfully hungry in his mansion full of food and drink. At last there is buzz on the entrance intercom and Rula herself is admitted. She is in full, old slut finery of lingerie and heels and carries her fifty years of debauchery with insolent pride. She also carries a tray on which are two, small, covered bowls, a decanter, a glass, a spoon, a funnel and a short but nasty whip.

She orders Justin to be naked with nothing of her usual, sly, friendliness. He obeys with uncharacteristic servility. She nods to his dining table and he is seated. In the dishes are the fresh stools of his previous night’s playfellows; the first each girl has produced since suffering his old cock up the same orifice. This is his real penance. Rula gives him the spoon but forbids him from eating just yet. First, she hitches up her negligee and funnels a pint of dark urine into the decanter. Next, she pours a small glass and watches while her client drinks, requiring of him comments on the finer points of its quality. Only then may he start. She identifies the produce of each girl as he eats and keeps him to his task with occasional strokes of the whip to his back. As the meal proceeds, she serves him further drinks and entertains him with reminiscences of other shit-eaters she has known in her long career.

In conclusion, when the decanter is empty and the dishes are licked spotless, Rula flogs him on the buttocks until he is fully hard then wanks him into the spoon, using a well-practiced finger and thumb the control the ejaculation. His own semen constitutes desert.

A 24-hour game like this might well both disgust and satisfy our hero for several days (far longer if there are medical consequences to such high-risk activities) but soon his fertile ingenuity will be working and a new scenario will be brewing.

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