On Display to Thousands · Part 3 (3/10)
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The sub opens the door, unclasps the leash from my collar, gestures for me to enter and closes the door behind me. The lights are on and I can identify this date immediately. It’s the verbally abusive master from the club. I sure it would be detrimental for me to rank my favorite abusers, but I do especially like this guy. He has proven to be very caring about my overall well-being, yet he has also been one of the harshest to me in many of the ‘play’ situations I have endured. Baffling, I know.
I immediately took a kneeling position, with head bowed and my arms outstretched with the offering of the remote. He takes it and in an instant I’m shocked. The unexpected jolt collapses me to the floor. Fighting back the receding agony I get back in my submissive stance.
“Good, glad to know the collar works. For the moment I’m going to take it off. Before I fuck that lovely ass of yours, I need a shower. You are my lather and towel boy,” he tells me. “I don’t want to get the electronics wet; it belongs to Master D,” he adds and off it comes.
He then wastes no time heading directly to the shower. I rise and follow. It is a walk-in bath with a rain style overhead shower head and a handheld second head mounted at waist height. The right side has a built-in tiled bench seat. Hanging on a ceramic hook is a luffa. A new bar of soap is in the soap dish. Shampoo and conditioner sit at the back of the bench. A normal bath set-up.
He instructs, “Make the water nice and warm, but not too hot. Set the selector valve to direct the water through the handheld and rain head.”
I do. I also do my best to not get my leather restraints wet but that is not possible as the ceiling rain drops cover most of the shower. He reaches his hand into the water, approves the temperature and steps in with me. He removes the handheld from its holder, moves to the bench side and sits down, holding the head behind him so it sprays over his shoulders allowing water to cascade down both his chest and back.
“OK, Cunt, I mean Sissy, oh screw it, you’re my date so you are Cunt to me. Get on your knees and suck me off. I want your best blow job, but just don’t make me blow my load, I want that for your ass,” he orders. Seems just like my last date wanted.
I comply. My wife and I have bathed together countless times. There are many ways to sexually play in the shower, and we’ve enjoyed most of them. My favorite is going down on her, loving both her delicious pussy and the warm water spraying down over us. That is the thought I concentrate on as with my eyes closed I service my date. The restraints cause some limitations, but my lips and tongue do their duty. He has to back me down more than once. I am getting good at this, much to my dismay and mental confusion.
After a few close calls, he decides he has had enough of being sucked and directs me to move onto his bathing. I stand up, but he stays sitting for the moment as I would otherwise not be able to wash his upper body with my arms secured as they are. I lather up the luffa and begin to scrub him down.
He is cooperating with the washing and not trying to make it difficult for me. He really wants the bath and is enjoying me giving it to him. With the top done, he stands so I can do his privates and legs. The wash is challenging, not the physical aspects, he is, as I said, being helpful and the bonds have enough slack to allow me to scrub. It is a mental struggle that causes the trial. I lather up his somewhat hairy chest. He bends over so I can effectively clean his ass. Then he arches forward to get his ball sack and member scrubbed. To a straight man, naked in a shower, having to wash another man, this is just gross.
Soaped up, he hands me the shower wand, and I give him a thorough rinse. He tells me to bend over, and he then washes my butt area, telling me, “I don’t want a smelly ass to fuck. What filth and cum resides inside your hole is your problem, and you’ll be cleaning up after yourself when I’m done doing you, I promise.” I know what that means, ATM, i.e. ass to mouth.
There is already a load of cum in there, sounds like he’ll add another. I hope my earlier douche at least makes me otherwise clean. He rinses my crack and it’s on to drying. There are large bath towels here and I do my best at drying him off, but my arm restrictions inhibit my reaching his head and shoulders. I am chastised for my failure with him blaming ‘my ridiculous need to be bound before serving as a submissive’ contract language. I try to redeem myself by making sure his privates are well dried, but in this master’s eyes, punishment is warranted for failure, good service is simply expected.
He then towels me down. Not nearly as well as I did him; to be expected, I guess. I’m surprised to find that my leather cuffs and belt haven’t absorbed much, if any, water. Contrary, I’m not surprised that this particular master reattached my electro-collar without delay. And then retested it, nearly dropping me to my knees again.
In a BDSM household, play toys need not be limited to a dungeon. To my dismay this bedroom has been provided with a rimming chair. I don’t know if it is here by request or is a standard feature for this room, but it is where my date takes me next. I’m ordered to lay down supine on a cushioned mat that is on the floor next to the chair. I am barely in place when he sets the chair over my head, adjusts it down and takes his seat.
Rimming is another act that I generally abhor. I don’t want to lick his hole, but I have been forced to do this before, and I know I will do it now. But apparently, I didn’t get my tongue up in his crack fast enough as I am shocked again.
“Get to it, Cunt! You’re not on vacation. You’re here to be my surrogate sub. I don’t allow lollygagging from mine, so I am certainly not going to tolerate it from you, you sissy worthless piece of shit cunt,” he shouts out as I try to get my composure back from my spasming neck while simultaneously trying to thrust my tongue up his hole.
He likes to be rimmed. And so, I am at it a good ten minutes, doing anything and everything I can think of with my lips and tongue, so fearful that I will be shocked again for poor performance, or at the very least, hear his wrath. His wiggling and pressing down of his butt against my mouth coupled with words of ecstasy being uttered instead of his usual degrading prose tells me I just might survive without any more shock torture.
I can sense he is stroking his cock as I service his crack. He is of ample size. I know as he has fucked me numerous times before. I figure he is readying himself to do me again. I am right. He stands up from his chair as I am in mid-tongue stroke along one of his butt cheeks.
“Come on Cunt, get on the bed,” he tells me. I climbed onto the bed, looking at him for general instructions. “On your back. Spread your legs as wide as your chain will allow.”
I do as I am told. He follows me. He gathers up my legs and bends them up so that they are being held above my head, fully exposing my pegging hole. I glanced up and saw that he was rock hard. I don’t get how looking down at another man’s bent over hairy ass can excite you, but it has him ready to take me. It reminds me that I’m not gay, and that he is.
Not sure when, but he had already lubed his cock, so as he thrust deep into my spread hole in a single motion, he penetrated me without much effort on his part. To me I am stretched without the benefit of any foreplay and so I am in pain. A lot of pain.
He gets right to a rhythm that pleases him. He is making no attempt to provide me with pleasure; this is all for him. He remarks about how glorious it is to fuck such a tight hole. He’s being complementary but his language is still gruff and belittling, his style. I find it funny, and that probably pisses him off. He gets his do, though, his abuse and pain delivery that accompanies it can go off the chart.
I could have just laid there and let him take me and he’d still get off. But I know better. He and his friends have taught me the hard way of how to use my rectum muscles and body movement to make this even more gratifying for the Top. And I know I better do those things. His movement from harsh to reassuring words of ‘good cunt’ and others indicate I am doing as trained.
He has stamina. I’m fucked for a long time. Longer than I could go if I was doing my wife’s pussy this way. This must be a stimulating and comfortable mount for him as he doesn’t change how I am positioned with my legs still trapped over my head, bent into a pretzel. I am starting to cramp but say nothing. I know my role. And though it is not a cake walk for me being folded this way, I can see how this is both an easy and relaxing way for him to get ultimate pleasure and effectiveness from his thrusts. His pleasure is all that matters here.
When he finally climaxes, it’s impressive as to how long he ejaculates in me. It seems to go on forever. With some fanfare, he collapses onto me, exhausted and simply exclaims, “Amazing ass, a bound straight hole is the best. I want to do you again and again.”
You’d think then I’d be treated better, but I am a BDSM submissive, being used then abused is part of the fantasy and is now my reality. And so, he withdraws from my ass, moves up my body so his cock is at my mouth and I am told, “Cunt, clean that nasty cum and shit off my dick.” Ugh.
I’m nearly done with that disgusting task when there is a knock on the door. It's time for my third date of the evening. I start to withdraw from what I was doing when Master says, “Better make sure that cock is whistle clean, Cunt. You don’t go anywhere till I’m satisfied. And we better cork that ass of yours or you’ll be dripping all the way down the hall. I’m known for my cum loads.”
I finish; he secures my hole with a chrome plug and points me to the door. There I am leashed again and escorted by Master D’s sub to a neighboring room.
Chapter 9: Date Three, the Philistine I ‘know’ this date from the club too. What had slipped my mind when we all met up at the airport was that he is uncircumcised. The only member of the club that retains his foreskin.
Everybody has their likes and dislikes. Foreskins give me the willies. They did long before I started engaging in forced sexual play with the fellas, before I ever touched or sucked a penis. I’m facing a huge challenge mentally if I must suck and be fucked by him. And I must. And I do. And it is. No disrespect to my master of the moment, but his dick is gross. And this would be the vilest event of the night.
When he fucked me in the bed from behind, laying on top of me, it wasn’t so bad. It just felt ‘different’, kind of slippery when moving in and out of me. The post climax cuddling, hugs and kisses on the back of my neck while we were both naked, with his limp cock pressed against me, was no worse than the romancing from the other guys. But the sucking, it almost made me bring up my Jersey Mike’s sub. This voluntary blow job with my active participation was revolting.
I just couldn't get into the fantasy force mode that I crave. No matter how hard I tried to shift my mind to other thoughts, the reality of what my tongue, lips and hand were feeling made me ill. Everything about his dick was a turnoff. I so wish my restraints were such that I could provide zero resistance and that my mouth was gagged open, completely unable to stop him. Maybe then this scene would have worked for me. My performance on him was therefore bad.
This BDSM master is not as abusive and certainly doesn’t verbalize like my last date, but he is still a dominant. A dominant who is not getting what he normally gets from his own sub. And he is not happy.
“I know you are new at this, but I expected better sucking than that. Before I take your ass, I’m going to show you that you must do better next time. Stand and wait,” I am told.
He walks away. I hear water running for a moment and then hear his footsteps as he returns. In his hand is a towel from the bathroom, its one end thoroughly moistened. I was lashed with a wet towel once before at Sir Michael’s; it can be as wicked as any flogger or whip.
That fact is proven as he circles me sending hits to my back, chest, butt, cock and balls. The unique snapping sound, reminiscent of locker room days, doesn’t give justice to the energy unleashed by the cloth as it contacts my skin. My wrists and ankles may be cuffed, giving an illusion of being restrained but standing here on the open floor taking the hits is difficult. The body is begging to flee, its almost impossible not to. It takes all I’ve got to not move from my position while accepting my deserved punishment.
Satisfied that I had learned both my lesson and paid my penance, I was directed to the bed. Every heterosexual has their preferred way of fucking, and so it is with homosexuals. This master likes his sub bent over the bed, feet on the floor so he can stand behind and thrust upward with the strength of his legs. And that is how he takes me, driving hard till he leaves his load in me.
As he extracts himself from my rectum, he immediately forces a plug back in with the comment that he doesn’t want me to soil the sheets with his precious sperm and adds that I should be honored that it remains within me. He continues his babble that he bets that I would prefer it in my belly. He then tells me not to worry as he always holds back a few drops, so, get on my knees and suck it out. Another ATM trial for me to bear, made worse by the addition of the foreskin.
I do as I was asked, make that told. He in fact has a few drops that I milk out. Still not satisfied, he then insists that I also lick his shaft clean of the cum slime that is making it glisten. I have to engage my hands to pull him back, so much more than licking a hooded cock. I may vomit; it takes a lot not to.
He is now ready to bed down for the night, exhausted from his satisfying fuck of a tight, and now, sloppy plugged hole. He has me climb in first, positioning himself behind me, holding me tight as we lay on our sides. He nibbles on my neck, and kisses it, giving me the shivers. Thankfully, he falls asleep quickly. I try to concentrate on thoughts other than this. His snoring makes it hard. Finally, my anticipated knock comes, and I scoot out of bed the best I can without disturbing my sleeping beauty.
Chapter 10: Last Stop for the Evening I’m dropped off at what should be my last date of the evening. It should be the room of my actual owner, and when not on out on a BDSM play weekend, my best friend Mike’s. It is. Or should I say, it is the room of Sir Michael, as this is a play weekend.
I’m let in not knowing what to expect. I don’t think he will want to be romantic, we have always avoided that when playing in order to preserve our normal platonic relationship we have outside of the BDSM play. I am about to see.
“This is what I have planned. You love tight bonds. That leather belt and cuffs don’t come close. You love to be plastic wrapped. Our host was kind enough to provide me with a roll of black industrial strength stretch wrap, your favorite. My plan is to wrap you up, lay you down on one side of the bed where you’ll stay till morning. I’ll leave enough room for me. Once I get you settled in, I’m going back to watching my Chaturbate website. Likely you’ll fall asleep long before I’m done. But you know I’m headed for bed because I’ll jack myself off, cumming on your face, something for you to enjoy the rest of the night having no hands,” he says with a gleeful tone and a broad smile on his face.
He takes me into the bathroom first to let me relieve myself, thank you, then has me stand near the bed. My current restraints will provide no obstacles; they even help the process and fantasy a little. He starts at my shoulders, wrapping around in a slight downward motion, quickly trapping first my upper arms, then lower arms and hands to my body, continuing down forcing my legs together as he travels all the way to my feet. I love this feeling, the tightness. It really is my favorite way to be bound. He transitions to an upper movement till he is all the way back to my neck.
I’ve been wrapped many times before, by Sir Michael, by Dr. D and even by my wife. So, I know to expand my chest as he goes by it so that my breathing will not be overly restricted. Sir Michael tells me he won’t be wrapping my head as it could be dangerous when I fall asleep. He then tells me that while he is sleeping, Dr. D’s sub and the other sub here from the Club will be taking shifts watching me. Safety is always a priority for Sir Michael when it comes to my bondage and I’m grateful, even if it does take some of the exciting edge off our play.
He makes four paths both up and down my body. I am tightly wrapped. I can move none of my limbs, even my fingers are restricted. A true cocoon. I love it. He maneuvers me back against the edge of the bed, then pushes me over and I plop down onto the mattress. He spins me around, so I am properly aligned to sleep.
I try to move, first individual body parts. Nothing moves; I am well wrapped. Then I try to roll my whole body, again, nothing happens, I am stuck where I have been placed. No fear of rolling out of bed.
I thought he was done but he wasn’t. I feel him pulling at the wrap and I know he is starting the process of cutting out my nipples. He is careful with the shears yet still makes quick work out of exposing my buds. He then goes to work cutting out my junk. He doesn’t make a big hole, just enough to pull out my cock and balls. They have a feeling of being free yet still held tight.
I figured the nipple exposure was for clothespins or clamps, and they will be. But first he warms them up with multiple slaps with a riding crop. The same treatment then is applied to my dick and balls. Nothing I can do but endure. He is having fun. He wasn’t originally into BDSM play but he has been having more enjoyment out of each time he has been able to abuse his best straight friend.
Once he grows tired of this, he applies adjustable screw down clamps to my nipples. Then, to my surprise starts to fondle, lick, then suck my penis. He’s good. He has had a lot of practice with others as he explored the gay world. And even though I especially do not like my buddy sucking me, I can’t stop myself from getting hard. He brings me close a couple of times.
After taking a short break, he gets me hard a third time then stops and lubes me up. Lube? Oh shit, I think he is going to use me as a fucking post. Sure enough, he drops the shorts he was wearing and climbs on top of my tight black cocoon. With his hand he keeps me hard as he aligns his butt over me and guides my dick head into his hole. His rectum has gotten a lot of use over the years. I am not oversized. As a result, a quick squat down of my partner and I have penetrated him to the base of my shaft. He rides me slowly to start. It feels great but my mind is not happy about this.
To help, I start a bondage and forced rape fantasy in my head. While not the reason for doing it, the result is I stay hard. It's now the Sir Michael show. He likes being a Bottom as well as a Top. He wants his ass fucked, and he knows I can’t stop him. In fact, there is very little I can contribute to this but a hard dick and the cum building within. He is going to steel a fuck by his best friend if I want him to or not.
I don’t have the endurance of the others, nor any desire to prolong this, so it’s not too long before I, for the first time, cummed in another man’s ass. At least I think this is the first time. These guys have sexually abused me in so many ways that it is hard to remember all the things I’ve done as I try to block many of them out. I do know that this did feel good. Ejaculating always does.
Sir Michael stays on me until I start to shrink. Then to my frustration, he slides his body up my bound torso crossing the pinched nipples till he reaches my head and squarely puts his crack down on my face saying simply, “You know what to do, you owe me.”
As already indicated, rimming is one of my least favorite abuses I have had to endure. Now my best friend’s ass is rubbing against my mouth. It’s not the first time. I think it is; however, the first time it has been filled with cum. At least its mine. Contrary to me, being rimmed is his favorite thing. He has placed me in my most wanted bondage; I feel compelled, as well as required by our servitude contract, to please him. I give him a great job. The stimulation and gravity, sad to say, causes most of the cum I just deposited in him to be returned to me.
Once he is pleasured and licked clean, he climbs off, tells me good night, dims the lights and goes back to his Chaturbate, turning up the volume to annoy the straight guy as he’s watching what sounds like two guys going at it with a vengeance. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off, contemplating the evening now past, tomorrow and this mysterious Sunday, all while trying to clear cum that coats my lips and mouth. My cum and whatever.
Not sure how long it has been, but as promised, my sleep is broken, as my friend, my best friend, jacks off onto his helpless buddy’s face. His facial hits my eyes, nose and cheeks, startling me awake, but he concentrates most of his plentiful load onto my lips, knowing there is no place for it to go but into my mouth as he commands it to be opened. I obey almost unconsciously as I am not yet fully awake. As I open, he leans in, pushing his still stiff dick into my mouth as he milks out with his hand any remaining semen.
He leaves, as I try to deal with what is on my face and in my mouth. Totally bound but for my head, there is little I can do but endure it. I hear him taking a piss in the bathroom. He is back with the orders to reopen and stick out my tongue. As I obey, unaware why, he shakes his cock and a few remaining drops of urine from his bathroom stop splash down onto my tongue. Not finished with this humiliation, he says to lick his slit dry and reluctantly I do. My reward is a ‘good boy’ and a ‘nighty-night my cum loving straight toilet toy’.
Chapter 11: Night Watchmen with Secondary Duties Sir Michael is back to his Chaturbate. I lay here trying to fall back to sleep as my facial dries, my tongue trying its best to at least wipe my lips and mouth clean. There is a light knock, and he opens the door to let in my first night watchman. Both my date and I are still awake, so I don’t need this extra caretaker monitoring at the moment. The two of them sit down and enjoy the website.
I do fall asleep; it has been a long day. Not sure for how long when my sleep is again disrupted. You would too if your dick was being sucked and fondled. In the predicament I am in for the weekend, I sometimes focus on just my realities and forget that I am here with a bunch of BDSM submissive and dominant gay guys looking forward to sexual kinky and decadent adventures too. Doing a straight guy, be you a sub or Dom, is both fun and hot. And this bound Straight is free for the taking.
He sucks me just long enough to get me hard. The Cialis I took earlier is still helping. He then climbs into the bed and lays on top of me in a sixty-nine-position seeking exactly that sex act. He presses his rigid member against my mouth. No sense in fighting it, I open and let him in. He's taken my dick in his mouth too. And he is doing most of the work, raising and lowering his head on my cock, and he is doing the same with his hips, thrusting his member up and down in my mouth. I simply close my lips around him. I don’t even use my tongue.
