Suffering For Art's Sake

I wrote this for all those folks who've mentioned (or is that 'complained'?) that I leave too much to the imagination in most of my stories, that I'm too romantic, that I don't get 'down and dirty', and/or that I shy away from actually describing all the hard core action. Well, here you go. This one is a lot more graphic and crude-talking than my usual fare. Don't say I didn't warn you. Hope you like it.

Dark. It was very dark. That could be because of the blindfold over her eyes, but usually when wearing a blindfold she could pick up slight traces of light seeping in under the edges. Wait, did light 'seep'? Hrmm, it was supposed to be both a particle and a wave, if she correctly remembered her high-school physics, so she supposed that 'seeping' was a word that could be used to describe light. Besides, if it wasn't, what was going to happen? Would the Grammar Police suddenly appear and arrest her for using the wrong word? Yeah, that's it, they'd grab her and lock her up on the charge of 'Improper Word Usage: Seepage'. Lock her up and throw away the key. As if she wasn't locked up enough right now.

Wow, talk about sensory deprivation opening up a floodgate of thoughts. Where she was may not have been designed as a sensory deprivation chamber, but it was doing a good job of it, at least at the moment. She was blindfolded so she couldn't see a thing. The 'helmet' holding her head in place included padded ear pieces that were quite effective at blocking out all sound. The straps holding the rest of her body were padded to be soft as well, and she'd been secured in place for what? 20 minutes? 40? nearly an hour now? She'd already lost all sense of time. The 'shell' over top of her blocked out all sound or light and even prevented her from sensing the usually ignored feeling of air movement or subtle vibration of footfalls. She was alone with nothing but her thoughts for company. Wait. Was that a soft 'thump'? All of her senses strained to detect it again.

***

David knocked his closed fist against the statue a couple more times. "Thunk-Thunk". "Wow, I can't believe how lifelike you've painted these. I can't tell where the fiberglass and rubber edges join together."

"Easy there. Watch the knocking on the art, you might chip it."

"This little thump?" He smacked it again. "That's nothing compared to the pounding it's going to be taking in the next few hours."

"Yeah, well those folks can do what they like. It's their money that paid for me to make 'em, so they can slam into them and chip the paint all they want. They're funding this little shindig, so they can do as much damage as, well..."

"You wouldn't let them..."

"No, no." He rolled his eyes. "I'll be standing by to make sure nobody goes too far. I'm a sadist, but I'm not crazy. No one will get hurt beyond their ability to deal with it."

"How many players are there?"

"Only two this time. But I'm hoping that if this showing is a success that I'll be able to recruit at least a half a dozen next time."

***

It wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as he'd thought it would be. He wasn't quite upside down, not completely at least. His shoulders and hips were cradled by thick pads that supported his weight while the straps held him securely in place. With his other senses blocked he focused on the scents that surrounded him. The sharp tang of rubber, the harsh bite of chemicals -perhaps acetone, or was that acetate? - the sweet scent of flowers, the cloying perfume of a musky cologne. Oh! The guests must be arriving. He waited in the dark for what was to come.

***

A couple of valets hustled back and forth outside greeting guests, taking keys, and parking cars. Inside, the hall began to fill with elegantly dressed figures roaming around, exchanging comments with each other, helping themselves to hors d'oeuvres & drinks from a side-table, and inspecting the artworks strategically on display. While there were a few paintings hung on the walls, most of the art was in the form of sculptures, ranging in size from very small to quite large.

One installation consisted of a large magnifying glass on a movable arm that allowed the viewer to look closely at a diorama-like setting created from the trees, bushes, and fake grass used by model-railroad enthusiasts and then populated by tiny ceramic figures of people. It pictured a day in the park with kids playing on a ball field, teens riding bikes, adults sunning themselves on the grass, and elders sitting on park benches. It didn't look like anything special until you looked through the glass to see the details of the painting on the people, how they must have been painted using a single haired 'brush' to instill the tiniest details into their lifelike faces and even their clothing seemed to have texture and look more like cloth than the ceramic they were formed from. ... Then one viewer noticed something in the bushes... A couple of figures locked together in passion with their clothes lying beside them. He was between her knees, her legs locked around his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands gripping him tightly. Her face was thrown back with an expression of such ecstasy that it was clear she was caught in the midst of a massive orgasm. It was so realistic that it made the viewer blush, feeling like a voyeur in a private moment.

More close observation of the display revealed two teens who'd snuck off under the bleachers to do some heavy petting. An elderly couple was sitting on a bench with the gentleman reading a newspaper hiding the fact that her hand was wrapped around his exposed manhood. A birdwatcher amongst the trees had his binoculars trained on a lady reclining in the sun reading a book while wearing a short skirt with no panties. No casual look from where you'd normally stand would reveal any of the hidden sex games. Most of the discoveries happened with the glass at the limit of the range of the movable arm, by looking at the scene from the extreme right or left, from nearly ground level, or by peering almost straight down. As additional naughty scenes were revealed a small line formed to use the magnifier.

***

There it was again! He felt a strong throbbing sensation deep inside. It lasted a bit longer this time then stopped. Damn! It was just starting to get good. By now it was clear that the plug that had been inserted deep into his rectum wasn't just a plug, it was also a vibrator and someone had the control. His cock flexed as he started to get aroused, but trapped as it was in... whatever his penis had been inserted into, it didn't have much room to move. He didn't know who had the control, but he silently wished that they'd turn it back on. This on-for-a-bit, then off-again was driving him crazy! Oh, there it was again...

***

The guests continued to circulate while admiring the effort that had gone into each of the displays. Everything had a hidden sexual image or meaning. There was a cityscape that not only had gargoyles doing it on the roofs but a closer look at a car accident on the street showed a Ford Taurus doing it doggy style with a VW Bug. A still-life of a vase with fruit had the vase looking rather like a ladies mouth and the banana resembled an uncircumcised penis with veins. A velvet 'dogs playing poker' raised a chuckle from the viewers once they noticed that in the background were two naked humans, collared and chained like dogs, with the 'bitch' obviously in heat, presenting herself to the male who was in the process of mounting her.

There were two exceptions to the sexual subtlety hidden in the art and they were both the largest works on display. One was a corner installation with a tree stump surrounded by budding flowers. Sitting on the tree stump was a colorful parrot that occasionally rocked up and down or back and forth. Viewers could see that there were springs in the legs that allowed the free-range of motion, but they couldn't tell what was causing the motion in the first place. It was a striking piece, but no matter how close they peered, they couldn't find any hidden sexual images.

The other exception was just the opposite by being openly, blatantly sexual. It was a life-sized figure of a reclining woman, nude, her legs spread wide, one hand cupping a breast and pinching the erect nipple, the other was covering her clitoris. The slight angle of the fingers and the discernible stretching of the skin on one side of the hood, combined with a glossy 'wet-look' paint on either side gave the illusion that she was in the process of masturbating by strumming her fingers back and forth. You could even see individual finger tracks as she'd spread her natural lubrication around. Much like the tiny figure first noticed in the park scene, her head was back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent moan of self-pleasure. It looked so real, several guests had done a double-take when they first spotted it to be sure that it wasn't a performance art involving a live person. A few even hesitantly reached out and touched it to confirm that it was nothing more than painted fiberglass, an ultra-realistic painted fiberglass body with rubber lips at both the mouth and vagina.

"Ting, ting, ting!"

Tapping a pen against his wine glass, a figure moved to the front of the crowd. "I'd like to thank you all for coming and making this event not just possible, but a financial success! With your donations & generosity we've already paid for the costs of producing this first show, and with the revenues we expect to get from selling these pieces (and we've already gotten more than a few offers) we should be able to fund another, bigger, show next year." He paused while applause swelled and then died down. 

"Many of you gave generously to fund this project, and I've got a gift for a lucky few of you. There is a way of interacting with these sculptures and some of you will get the chance in just a minute. This bowl holds slips of paper with the names of our biggest donors and I'll randomly pick the lucky winners. ... I'm sorry to say that at this time we're only set up to indulge men, but I promise that next year I'll ensure that the ladies will get to have their fun too. If a woman's name is chosen, she'll get to decide what man she'd like to have take her place... or better yet, offer it up for trade and see who will offer you the best deal."

"The first two who'll get lucky will be... Robert and Larry! Gentlemen, step forward and claim a side."

He pointed to the life-like reclining nude figure in the center of the hall. The two men stepping forward looked at it, confused as to what they were supposed to 'claim'. Then realization hit them at the same time. The mouth on the thrown-back head was just at waist height as they stood there. On the other side, between the outstretched legs, the vaginal lips just below the clit-strumming hand were also at a near perfect height for standing penetration. Robert stayed by the head while Larry walked around between her legs.

"Please don't stand on formality. Your generosity has made you the hero of the hour and the fair maiden is waiting to give you a true hero's reward. You don't have to woo her or romance her, and she's no hooker waiting for payment. But I do think your trousers will have to go if you're going to claim what she offers."

Larry and Robert looked at each other across the nude figure, then around at the gathered group. Grinning, they both started shucking off their pants accompanied by the cheers and cat calls from the crowd. Robert was tall and thin with long blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. As his boxers hit the floor, he revealed a member that matched his stature, fairly thin but just over 7" long. Larry was just his opposite being short and slightly tubby with silvery gray hair and a member that was not quite 5" long but very thick. It was apparent that they both were already hard and excited at the thought of fucking a sculpture in the middle of a circle of people.

"Here's a condom for you each. At the same time please gentleman, whenever you're both ready."

Watching each other across the sculpture, they rolled on their condoms, leaned forward, and slid their members into the waiting depths.

***

Oh! She felt pressure against her lubed ass when something warm and firm pressed against it. She didn't have any time to worry about that though as at the same time something else pressed past her lips. She suspected from the warm softness of the latex covered intruder that it was real and not a dildo. The sensations fought with each other for her attention. The anal invader slipped deeper and deeper, sliding in with minimal resistance in part due to the large plug she'd used to stretch herself before getting strapped in, and partly due the generous dollop of lube that had been squirted into her once she had been sealed into place. Her mouth stretched open to it's limit as the large head made it's way past her teeth and solidly into her mouth. It had already been wedged open by a thin insert that kept her from closing her jaws and also covered her teeth with a soft rubber membrane but now she strained to open up even further to allow him full access. Her attempt at using her tongue by swirling it around the head and shaft were stymied by the sheer size of the monster straining towards her tonsils. Fortunately it couldn't reach that far back, but there was no room for her usually agile tongue to work it's magic, so all she could do was lay there and let it stroke in and out at it's own pace.

***

Robert looked down where he was thrusting into the rubber mouth trying to match what he was seeing with the sensations he was feeling. Something just didn't add up. He looked up at Larry who looked at him, confusion evident on both their faces. Larry was the first to speak. "I've read the horror stories about girls that have pussies with teeth, but this is the first time I've ever run into one. Unless I'm wrong, I think I'm fucking someones mouth!"

That caused Robert to exclaim "That's what's different! I'm not feeling a mouth. I'm in someones ass!"

"You mean one of those realistic masturbators that feel like the real thing?" asked one of the crowd (who were pushing even closer to watch the action).

"No, it's a real person in there! I can feel their tongue tickling the underside of my cock!"

"And I can feel it when her... or his... ring tightens up and then relaxes as I push in. It's definitely an ass and not a pussy. The tightness and pressure feel completely different. So tell us, is it a guy or a girl in there?"

"Nope, not telling. You might find out before the night is over, but I will tell you that I did have two volunteers for this evening to be part of the artwork, one guy and one girl. You'll have to figure out who you're with on your own."

The crowd watched and speculated on who was inside for a while, then most of them spread out to look at the other displays and started a fresh line to await their chance to use the magnifying glass at the mini-diorama scene (which had been ignored for a moment during all the fuss). But they all made sure they kept one ear open for the next drawing of names.

"Let's see who's going to get lucky when Robert and Larry are finished. ... Stepping up when the first one of them finishes is, John!" Two faces looked in his direction expectantly so he clarified. "That's Johnny B." One guy stepped forward saying "Sorry John, better luck next time." to the other, dejected gentleman.

"And the next big winner is... Sarah." One lady stepped forward. "Like I said, this year is only set up for the men but I'll make sure that you'll automatically get first shot at the art next year. In the meantime, what guy would you like to take your place? I'd suggest seeing who'll offer you the best deal for it."

Several guys started talking at once, making all kinds of suggestions, and there was a spirited bidding war for a couple of minutes. It ended with the lucky winners stepping forward and they sealed the bargain with not one but two kisses. Jim and his girlfriend had beat all the others by offering themselves as a package deal. Together they'd spend an evening pampering Sarah, cooking and feeding her supper, bathing her, giving her a full body massage, and then making her the center of their attention in bed for the night.

Jim and Johnny each took a proffered condom and stepped up, ready to take their place once Larry and Robert were finished. From the looks on the flushed faces and the sound of excited groans coming from their lips, it wouldn't be long.

***

The evening passed with an occasional 'changing of the guard' at the head or crotch of the naked figure. All of the hidden erotic images were discovered and talked about in the various artworks, with the exception of the flower covered stump, the bright bird on top continuing it's inexplicable movement. There was nearly always a short line waiting for the magnifier at the diorama because even through they'd eventually found all the tiny hidden sex scenes, everyone wanted a chance to view them. A few folks, inspired by both the stationary art and the live performance going on, slipped into the restroom together and put on their own performance with each other. One couple didn't even bother with that, standing quietly in a shadowed corner embracing, her skirt pulled up in front, his trousers unbuttoned, hips joined, slowly rocking back and forth. Technically this was against the rules for the evening, but they were discrete so nobody complained. Suddenly, inside a pocket, a 'pager' started an insistent vibrating.

"Kenny! Kenny, back off! Give her a chance to breath."

Kenny felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him backward, his slick throbbing cock slipping out of the hidden lips and out of the rubber vagina. "Oh, but I was so close! Just another second or two..."

Hidden inside, her lungs burned with the frantic effort to pull in air. She'd held off as long as she could, fighting her gag reflex when the long shaft hit the back of her throat, trying to breath through her nose but even that was denied her when the insistent shaft forced it's way deeper and then stayed there not pulling out, not giving her any air. Finally in a panic, she'd pressed the button of the remote clutched tightly in her bound hands. She was proud of the fact that she'd only pressed it once, instead of repeatedly like she'd desperately wanted to. It had taken them over half an hour to get her strapped into position and sealed inside, but she knew that if she hit the panic button more than three times in a row it would release the electronic locks of the straps and she could be out in less than 10 seconds. But that would ruin... ruin just everything! She couldn't do that. He'd worked so hard for so long, she just couldn't ruin the night for him. Her gasping and choking subsided as air, blessed air, filled her lungs. Her heartbeat began to return to normal and she worried that she'd let him down by having to get him to interfere on her behalf.

Something moved against her lips and into her mouth. It was smaller than the last one... It wasn't covered with latex! It was a finger. She licked it with her tongue. The finger retreated and then several seconds later it returned. Oh! It was -his- finger. She could taste a drop of whiskey on it, a flavor she'd tasted many times when kissing him on the lips and she knew he kept in a flask in his pocket. She felt the finger gently stroke her tongue and then retreat. It was replaced with that monster cock that once again forced it's way in, deep. But this time it didn't stay for long and pulled out in time for her to get a good breath, then back in it came. This she could handle. It wasn't pleasant, but it was bearable, especially because she knew he was with her, watching over her. She composed herself once again, feeling the sensations of both members making use of her bound body, reveling in the knowledge and experience of her voluntarily helpless servitude.

***

Unseen and unknown to almost all the gathering, he'd been suffering in the dark the whole evening. At first it was great, the vibrator in his ass would go off randomly for short periods of time stimulating his prostate and feeling wonderful. Then with no warning the clamps placed on his nipples that he'd almost forgotten about because they'd been so gentle suddenly squeezed and bit with shocking pain. They released just as suddenly only to return just as strong a while later. The pain was intense, almost a white-lighting sensation engulfing his body and completely distracting him from the pleasure found in his prostate. But it only happened at fairly long intervals, so in-between the bouts of pain his arousal gained ground. His member was trapped in the... cage?... some contraption which had been tightly strapped around it. His cock continued to grow and strain against the tight confines. It seemed that as time went on and more blood found it's way in, he was winning the battle to achieve a full erection.

Over time he'd noticed a pattern to the sensations and had formed a plan... The vibrations in his ass started out lasting only a few seconds before stopping, but the duration increased each time they came, except that if there was too long an interval between vibrations, they'd start over again back at square one. The nipple clamps tightened and bit down for a set period of time, much longer than the vibrations, but they were separated by longer intervals, much much longer intervals. As time went on, there were less interruptions in the vibrations, so the pleasure lasted longer and was able to build higher each time. If this continued, with his erection almost having forced itself straight, he'd be able to ride the crest of the wave of pleasure and finally orgasm... if the nipple clamps held off their painful distraction long enough... He was so close! A throbbing in his nerves started up in time with the throbbing in his ass, his testicles drew up, and...the clamps bit down harder than ever! He was lost in a swirl of blinding pain blending with throbbing pleasure and ecstatic release as he pumped out stream after stream of cum into the dark.

***

"Hey, look at that bird go!" One of the guests pointed at the colorful parrot jerking back and forth on it's 'perch' with furious abandon. With a quiet 'whirr', hidden electric pumps activated, turning on fountains on either side of the stump throwing streams of water into the air. At the same time, some of the flowers 'bloomed'. They'd spent the evening looking like closed up flower blossoms, but now the artificial petals drew back and revealed interiors just as delicately painted as the outside. Also activated, unnoticed by the crowd, another vibrator turned on. This one was strapped against the clitoris of the unseen girl who'd been enjoyed by so many men that evening. Gasping out her pleasure in the dark depths, she finally got her blissful reward.

"Aha! I'd like to thank you all for helping to 'bring off' the second part of tonight's interactive performance art. You didn't know it, but the arm holding the magnifying glass on the diorama is attached to the activator for a vibrator deep in the ass of our gentleman volunteer. When the arm was pulled out to the extreme edges of it's range, it would turn on the vibrator. That parrot on the stump is attached to the anal plug and every time he twitched, it did too. Interfering with his pleasure is the fact that his nipples are attached to nipple clamps that are normally smooth, but have extendable teeth that clamp down when activated. I've got the activator here in my pocket. Every time a new winner pushed into the ceramic lady I'd hit the button and our poor subject would feel as if his nipples were being chewed off for a minute or so. Adding to all of this is that his penis was trapped in a cage with rubber bands holding it folded tight, meaning it took a lot of stimulation for it to finally force itself straight and be able to cum, and cum he most certainly did. The base of the cage holding his cock held a sensor that detected the alkaline base of his ejaculate and triggered the fountains and flowers. The flowers have bloomed, and that means he overcame distraction, discomfort, and occasional intense pain to cum from nothing more than having his prostate stimulated."

A scattered clapping started up and then grew into a swell of applause as everyone realized what had happened there that evening. When it finally died down, he addressed the crowd once more. "I'm afraid this marks the end of tonight's events. I've got to get our subjects out so they can recuperate. Remember that this show will be here for the next two Saturdays and then we'll be selling off the pieces to the highest bidders. Tell your friends and family, well, those 'into the scene' at least, and remember that the second Friday of next month is our usual workshop night. I think Jerry's planning on doing a Flogger demonstration followed by a special techniques instructional class. Right Jerry? Great. The month after that I'll be running an advanced class on Dominants and their responsibilities in caring for Submissives. Have a good night everyone. Drive safe on your way home and play safe once you get there."

The guests slowly filtered out into the night, getting their cars from the valets, and heading home, or to their friends homes if they'd arranged a 'play date' for the rest of the evening. Behind, in the now empty hall, a lone figure opened up hidden catches in the artwork and released the two bound figures. They could barely stand when they tried, so he half carried them over to a sofa where the three of them collapsed into a tangle of sweaty trembling limbs.

"Oh my, oh my, that was... that was the most incredible thing I've ever done. Thank you so much..."

"Oh yeah, I agree. The pain was nearly more than I could take, but when I finally came... Oh man, it was so worth it."

"You're welcome. You're both very welcome. You were both wonderful. I loved being able to do that to you, and with you, and for you. I love you both you know."

"I know. And I love you too, Art."

"Me too. I never thought I'd say this to another man, but I love you Art. I'd suffer for you any time."


Alright, so I slipped a bit of romance in at the end. ... Would it help if I told you that on the next week, without warning, Art had the two volunteers trade places?. Do you think she'll be able to squirt and activate the fountain/flowers?