Holy shit. I feel like I've been run over by a truck. My cock is so sore I can't touch it.
Dave drove me over to the place last night. He was still as excited about this as he was when I first told him. I was super nervous. I didn't know what to expect. This was to be my first real S&M experience and I'm not sure I knew what I was getting into. I mean, what did I really know about being tied up and inflicted with pain? We were both given explicit instructions to be naked before we arrived so we drove up as close to the place as we could find parking. We stripped and headed down the street and around the block. It was cold last night, 55 degrees.
It was the only house in several blocks of warehouses. One of those really old SF Victorians, not well kept. How totally insane that an S&M guy would find an old beat up house in the middle of blocks and blocks of industrial warehouses.
We walked up the steps and rang the bell. It was cold and we were naked, with both our dicks shriveled up and our breath steaming in the cold air on each exhale. The cock master answered the door. He wasn't as scary as I thought he might be as he smiled and was quite welcoming. He looked exactly like his picture: mid-50's, grey hair. He had a much nicer body than I had thought, though. At least from what I could tell under his torn jeans and loose fitting t-shirt.
It was really warm inside, to my relief. He had a beer in hand and offered Dave one. Dave jumped on that right away. I said, "I'll have the same." He responded back, "Oh no, none for you, son. You need to experience this evening's events with all your faculties intact." We made our way to the kitchen in the back of the house. The first thing that caught my eye in the kitchen was a set of stairs leading down -- the basement, I thought. Oh my god, I am really about to feel pain. It's not just a fantasy.
"Shall we begin?" he said as he pointed down the stairs. I walked in front and went down the stairs to a dimly lit room. Just as he had described, it was a well-stocked torture dungeon. There was an X-like cross, a table covered in smooth black leather with tie-down straps, large wooden beams lining the ceiling with chains and cuffs hanging from them, and large wooden posts with ropes and chains. There was something that looked like a pummel horse covered in black leather and the walls were lined with all sorts of implements, paddles and whips.
He went over the ground rules, including my safe word. He reminded me of our conversations about getting pain from pleasure. I started feeling better and so did my cock. It started growing. I looked over to see if Dave was watching but he was so far back in the shadows that I couldn't see him. Did he leave or was he still there?
"Now, boy, on your knees." I knelt and the cock master took my wrists, one by one, and attached tight leather cuffs. He fastened a long bar between my ankles causing my legs to spread wide open. My cock was rock hard. He raised me up to a standing position and then bent me over, rubbing his hands over my back, down the crack of my ass, between my legs and down. He came back up and tugged on my sac and then grabbed hold of my cock and pulled down hard. "Fuck!" I screamed.
"Are you always this hard, boy?" "Yes, sir," I said. "That's what they all say until about half way through," he said. "But I've got a solution for that." He raised me up to a standing position again. He had something in his hand. I couldn't tell what. He held my nose and forced something into my mouth, then clamped it shut. "Swallow, boy. This will ensure your rigidity."
Fucking viagra or something. I told him online that I never went soft. What the fuck was he doing? I didn't question, though. More from fear than anything, as he had gotten serious.
He lifted each of my arms, assembling them to chains hanging from the ceiling. My arms were spread really wide as were my legs. I barely touched the floor. He kissed me and grabbed my cock with one hand and my ass with the other.
As he backed away, I felt a hard blow to my stomach. I was taken by surprise and gasped for air. He pulled a black glove and a small whip from the wall. The whip was placed in my mouth "Bite down on this and don't let go no matter what happens or you will pay with real pain." He didn't put the glove on but held it in one hand and slapped it against the palm of his other. He kept saying a bunch of stuff that I can't now remember. I was too concentrated on what would come next.
"Let's see what we can do with that cock of yours." He swung the glove and hit my cock several times. It didn't hurt at first but then as he administered blow after blow I began to feel the pain. I was hard and rigid and this was hot. I felt pre-cum. He noticed right away. "Boy, you're not going to come so quickly, are you?" He licked the head of my penis until it was gone.
He took the whip out of my mouth. He swung and the whip hit my chest and then my nipple and then my abs. Fuck, that thing hurt. Blow after blow, the whip made its way up and down my chest and abs. Each time, the whip got closer and closer to my cock. Then it happened. The whip struck my cock from the right and then the left. This really hurt. I tried to swing away but couldn't get a good grip on the floor. I tried to pull myself up by the chains but they seemed positioned in a way to prevent me from doing so. Again and again he beat my cock, eventually slowing and then stopping. I was on the verge of tears from the pain.
He went back to the wall and retrieved a larger whip. I wish I knew the technical terms for all these instruments but I am new to this shit, so bear with me. He went behind me and I knew what was coming.
The whip stung my ass and I instinctively pulled it forward. "Show me your ass, boy." I pushed it out and, again, felt the stinging pain from his whip. Many, many times the whip hit my ass. Sometimes the blows came rapidly and other times he waited until I relaxed. After a long session of being whipped, he approached me to admire his work, caressing what I am sure was my bright red ass. He spit in his hand and pushed it down my crack, brushing my anus. His fingers glided over it in small circles. The stinging sensation on my ass and the wet circular motion around my anus were pure pleasure. He did this for some time, then backed off and worked to release me from my restraints.
I stretched my arms out during the little time I had before he took my arms again.
The cock master took my arm and raised it up. "Hold on with both hands to the bar." I looked up and saw a 3-foot horizontal bar attached to the ceiling. I reached up and stretched far until I was on my toes and grabbed the bar. "Don't move," he said as he attached a round leather cone-shaped sleeve, with chains hanging down, to my balls. From behind me and between my legs he pulled on the sleeve and attached a thin rope. It tugged on my balls hard. I pushed my ass out as far as I could without letting go of the bar above. He kept pulling hard. It hurt. I couldn't see anything behind me. He was now over by the wall but something was still pulling on my balls. He came back and tied a rope around my waist and told me to get on my knees. I complied and he bound my wrists together and fastened them to a pole in front of me. The rope on my waist kept my ass high in the air while the rope binding my wrists kept my upper body low. The rope attached to the sleeve on my balls was strung all the way to the ceiling around a pulley system and then down. There were a few weights attached to the rope. Dave later told me what was happening. At the time I couldn't really see the whole picture.
Once I was in position the real torture began. He added weights to the rope and it pulled on my balls. With a whip that he retrieved from the wall he began to whip my ass, lightly at first. I quickly realized what this was about when the whipping became more intense. He swung the whip, it hit my ass hard and I pulled forward. The pain in my balls became excruciating. If I didn't want ball pain I had to remain very still and take the whip. It was difficult but I found that I could move just a little and it didn't hurt as much. He whipped me again and again. In between series of whippings he would finger my ass and pull on my cock. He would then pick up where he left off. As this scene progressed he added more weights. The fucker would hold all the weights while he added more and then drop them to pull intensely on my sac. "Fuck, fuck!" I would scream every time.
Toward the end of the session he called over to Dave and asked him if he wanted to blow me as the cock master pounded my ass for a finale. Dave was up for it. He lay underneath me, took my cock in his mouth and, using his tongue, began an intense blowjob. As he sucked, the cock master spanked me with a wooden paddle. Dave reached up around my tortured ball sac and stuck his finger in my ass. Between the pain in my balls and my ass and the intensity of the deep-throating technique Dave adopted, not to mention the fingering, I began heaving and cumming the most intense orgasm I have ever had before. Dave took it all down his throat. Every last drop.
The cock master unhooked me from his contraption and said we had one last session. He brought me over to a large wooden table where I lay face up. He tied my arms and legs to the corners of the table. He lit candles all around the room and turned the lights off. Both he and Dave approached the table. Dave played with my balls and cock. I could see him clearly now and he was hard too. He got up on the table and straddled my chest. "Suck this," he said as he pushed his cock into my mouth. Doing the best I could, flat on my back, I sucked. As I sucked he pulled on my cock. He pulled out and exploded all over my face and he continued to pump my cock. That was it for me. I exploded for a second time that night. "Enough," the cock master said. "I'll finish this later," Dave said as he pulled off.
My cock was still rock hard. The viagra was working. The cock master pulled a long rod from the wall that had a small leather piece on the end of it. He began beating my nipples with it. I freaked out as the beating became more intense, writhing around trying to get away. It was no use, I was tied down tight. He moved the beating from my nipples down my abs and then back up again. He spit in his hand and began stroking my cock intensely as he beat me. I was getting close to cumming and he stopped everything.
"Are you ready for this boy," he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. He picked up a candle and began pouring it on my right arm from my hand to my chest. It burned. I screamed and writhed around. He spanked my cock several times with the rod and then kissed me. The man had studied very well what I was into. This exact scene was from one of my favorite Tom Ropes video so I knew exactly what was going to happen from here and it scared me. He moved over to my left arm, this time spanking my cock with one hand while pouring the wax down my arm with the other. "Fuck!" I screamed. He moved down and did the same thing to each leg. I knew what was coming now. He beat my cock again with the rod, up and down, moving closer and closer to my balls. "No, no!" I screamed when the leather came down on my balls. The pain was overwhelming. Two, three, four times he spanked my sac. He took the candle now full of wax again and came up close to my cock. I looked down and he grinned as he poured the liquid over my cock, down to my balls. I writhed around, twisting and screaming, "No more, fuck, fuck, no more." I just lay there for a while.
It was over. I was spent. The cock master unhooked me and let us go. Dave was still so fired up over the whole thing as we drove back to my place. His cock stood straight up as he told me his view of what happened.
I wonder how long before I will be able to use my cock again.