Brad Gets Whipped

I debated with myself about posting this one for different reasons than the 'Doctor' experience.  I've made a friend in Brad now and we've gone through an experience together that I am sure he wouldn't want publicized all over the internet.  Because I haven't used his real name; because none of you really know me beyond this blog; because we both agreed it was still a hot experience for both of us; and most importantly, because Nathan said I should but with some parts edited out, I've posted it.

Brad and I talked earlier this week, exchanging notes on what kinds of sexual activities we were into or wanted to explore.  I conveyed my desires to be tied up and to be whipped.  I also talked of wanting, someday, to take the dominant role.  He was intrigued by the conversation and said he would like to try being whipped, but was apprehensive about going to any professional master, as I had done.  After an hour of conversation, he nervously suggested, in a non-committal sort of way, that I do something like this to him.  My cock went hard just at the thought of tying up this muscle stud and watching him squirm.  I said yes and immediately called Dave to help me find some equipment.

Dave wasn't able to come totally through on this one.  Apparently, renting a dungeon and buying equipment is expensive.  I have a new level of respect for guys investing into this fetish.  The best he could come up with was using a weight room in an empty house in Pacific Heights his father had listed for sale, and borrowing some ropes and whips from a friend.  Dave and I went over the night before to check the place out.  It had a fully equipped professional weight room with the piece of equipment I was looking for specifically:  a crossover cable system.

I met Brad in front of the house at close to midnight.  His dark hair was perfectly disheveled and I could see the whites of his eyes contrasting with his tan skin in the dim light of the night.  He had on a white v-neck tee that clung flawlessly to his tanned, well-defined chest and arms.  My cock stiffened against my jeans at the sight of him.

We entered the house and right away I took control by leading him into the gym and ordering him to strip.  My god, what a sight. Every muscle on this guy was so well developed.

I approached him, grabbed his balls and pulled down. "On your knees."  He was positioned directly under the crossover bar. 

With twine I bought from the hardware store, I tied his hands together behind his back, up high in a folded position.  I then pulled it over his shoulders and fastened the end around his balls really tight until he was bowing down.  Playing with his cock, stroking it and flicking it with my fingers, I told him to get on his feet.  I was pleased with the job I had done, not really knowing how to tie knots.  He was facing the ground, humbled by the tightened ropes.  I wrapped another rope over the top of the crossover bar and then fastened it to his hands, pulling tight.  There was no way he could move now without bringing serious pain to his balls.  His ass was exposed to me, ready for my discipline.

I pulled off my shirt and started with a few swats to his bare ass with my hand, sometimes stopping to admire the muscle and the redness that was forming.  My hand began to sting a little but I continued.  He was thoroughly enjoying it saying, "Yeah" and "Fuck, yeah," through gritted teeth each time my hand met his ass.

His muscles tensed every time I swung, sometimes in anticipation of my swing.  I loved watching them tense up and stopped to rub my hands all over his well-developed back, ass and legs.  I reached around and played with his hardening cock, slapping it from side to side.  He moaned with pleasure. 

Wanting to get a deeper look into his ass, I pried his cheeks open to expose his hole.  Getting down on my knees and forgetting for a moment I was supposed to be the intimidating master, I began to rim him.  He moaned with pleasure and tried to force his ass in my direction but the pain in his balls from pulling on the rope stopped him.  "Deeper, man, fuck me deeper."  I licked his ass with my tongue, forcing it in as deep as I could go, fucking it in and out.  I reached between his legs and caressed his balls as I licked his anus.  My own hard-on was aching to get out but I let it be for now.  He was moaning and whispering, "Yes, fuck my hole, yes." 

Moving back into the s&m scene, I reached around his torso and yanked on his balls, hard.  He yelped.  I pulled again, this time in an upward motion and then spanked him.  I alternated cheeks for a while then focused on one place and then went back to alternating again.  I learned a lot about giving pain here.  If you move from side to side and leave a little time between hitting the same area, the submissive seems to be able to take more.  If you stay in one area though, they start screaming for you to stop much sooner.  After what I counted to be 50 or so swats, his legs began to shake and he was writhing around, begging me to stop.  His ass was bright red and my hand hurt as much as I believe his ass did.  I stopped and glided my hands down the crack of his ass near his hole.  It was wet with sweat; in fact, his whole body was glistening with it.  I ran my fingers around his hole, swirling them around, teasing him.  "Do you want me to fuck you with these?"  I pushed them into his hole slightly.  "Yes, please fuck me."  I moved my hands down his crack, then in between his legs and back up to his hole again.  I plunged two fingers in deep.  He gasped for air.  I fucked him with my fingers.  His hole was really tight and spasmed as I entered and exited him.  "Fuck me, please fuck me more."  "Later," I responded.

I cut him loose and untied his hands.  "Are you ready for phase two?"  He rubbed the marks left by the twine on his wrists and timidly said yes.

"Lift up your arms and hold these handles like you are going to pull the weights."  I tied both his hands, arms stretched out and spread wide, to the cables on the crossover system.  The weights were already set to the maximum so he could do a few reps if he wanted, but there was no way he could escape. 

I reached for one of the smaller whips and held it to his mouth.  "Bite down on this and don't let go or your punishment will be more severe."  I noticed that his cock was flaccid.  With the other larger whip, I began whipping his chest slowly and cautiously.  He winced each time but didn't give me any indication it hurt too badly.  I focused on his left pec in the same spot over and over.  He started to pull back moving the weights, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he screamed as the smaller whip fell out of his mouth and tumbled to the floor.  I made my way down his abs whipping left, then right, then left, again and again, increasing the intensity.  His abs flexed and his cock began to grow.  I knew by now I was dripping pre-cum from my own cock.  This was torture for me not to be abusing myself at this hot sweaty guy being beaten. 

I moved back up his chest, pounding it back and forth, harder and harder.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jared, stop, fuck," he was screaming, his face bright red, and tears began to stream down his face.  I stopped.  "Fuck, Jared," he was really sobbing now.  I moved in quickly, cut him loose and hugged him tight.  "Dude, man, fuck, I'm sorry."  I looked him straight in the eyes, scared out of my mind I had really hurt him.  Still crying, "Fuck . . . , I'm ok.  It's not you. I mean, you didn't hurt me . . . fuck . . . I don't know what happened."  He wrapped his arms over my shoulders.  "Fuck, man," he said wiping away the tears that were now leaking on my shoulders.  "I just don't know what happened." 

"Let's stop," I suggested.  He looked back into my eyes.  "Yeah," he paused, "let's stop."  We talked for a few moments about what had happened. 

I kissed his cheek and looked back at him.  He kissed my lips and looked at me.  I kissed him harder and he reciprocated sticking his tongue down my throat.  I felt his cock growing hard again against my jeans.  "Jared," he said still kissing me, "That was fucking hot, dude."  "Yeah," I said, kissing him back.  "I'm sorry."  "No," he said, "Not now." He unzipped my pants and dropped to his knees.  "I want to please my master."  I felt his warm and moist lips envelop my already rigid cock.  He moved up and down, his hand now grasping the base of my cock as he sucked on me.  The sensations were driving me mad.  "Take my cock, dude."  He grabbed my balls and rolled them in his hand as he sucked on my cock.  With his other hand he pushed my legs apart and then stuck his finger in my ass.   "Oh fuck, man, oh fuck," I felt multiple sensations at once: his mouth around my cock, one hand fondling my balls, while the other was fingering my ass.  "Dude, I'm going to blow."  He pulled back, grabbed my cock with one hand and started pumping it violently toward him.  "Fuck, fuck," I exploded all over his face.  He then grabbed his own cock and started pumping.  Seconds later, he blew his load.

Despite what happened, he wants to get together and try again.  He called me a few more times about it in the last few days but that's it for me right now.  I'm done with the heavy, emotional shit for a while.

Comments

[Leto]

Once again, a very hot story. It is obvious you left out an important part of the story. I wish you could tell the whole thing. It is anonimous and the point of the blog. Thanks to both of you for sharing the tale.

[Roy]

Damn, that sounds intense...

[Spider]

You boys really need a safe word... but one hot story...

[Rob]

Jared, speaking from the viewpoint of an experienced BDSM top, you were great in this scene. The fact that Brad broke down emotionally is a testament to two things: (a) that you were doing things right and (b) that he really trusts you (as if participating in the scene didn't demonstrate that already). Thanks for sharing it in such detail.

[Waddie G.]

hot story...it makes me wanna get tied up...

[Switch]

For sure a hot time! I agree with Waddie, it makes me want to get tied up. Damn that was good. I hear you on the emotional shit though. :-) Thanks for sharing.

[Holden]

Yeah dude, that was hot! I'm starting to feel a little left out, being the vanilla that I am... :P

[LorelieLong]

Jeez, are those pics actually the guy? What a hottie, for sure.

[Max]

Yeah, I was going to say, you need a safe word. Try "yellow" and "red," as in a traffic light. "Yellow" means "that's too hard" or "don't go in that direction;" "red" means "stop altogether."

Check out this book: S&M 101

[Max]

I just moved to Boston from SF. I wonder if we ever met.

[Harry]

that was fabulous