Friday Night - 11:30pm
On the way over to the Master's dungeon I explained to Nathan that the experience he was about to witness was about pain and suffering and he was not to intervene unless I let him know with our agreed upon signal, different from the one I would agree on with the Master. He agreed but was still nervous about what he should do.
We arrived, exchanged pleasantries with the Master, who was in a very serious mood. He demanded that I strip immediately, which I did, and he led us down to the basement.
Once we were in the basement, the Master led me over to a massive post that had a small ledge just chair height. He jerked me over to the post, leaned my back against it and pushed me down so that I was sitting on it. There was barely room for my ass to connect to it because it was like six inches wide and incredibly uncomfortable. He tied rope around my arms, which were now stretched far above my head. He then tied ropes around my neck, chest and waist so that I couldn't move from the post in any way. I could no longer see Nathan in the background and wondered what he was thinking.
The Master completed the bondage by spreading my legs wide apart, knees still bent. It was painful to have my legs spread so wide. He tied each to small, knee-high posts on either side. I looked down at my cock, which was presented to the Master fully erect and awaiting punishment. I was helpless and at his mercy.
He raised his boot and pressed it into my groin, crushing my cock and balls. Holding my chin up high he said, "You're not going to like this, boy," and then proceeded with his torture.
He retrieved a leather glove, approached me and swung. I was stunned, saw stars and welled up with emotion as the glove stung my face. The motherfucker slapped me, right on my left cheek. He swung again on the other side of my face. I looked straight ahead, trying to hold back tears, my face on fire. I wasn't expecting this.
He moved in close and grabbed my face again. "Look at me, boy." I looked up at him in panic. We were nose to nose. "The first two times you came here, I was easy on you. Now it's time to take the next step, boy." This was not what we talked about. I was scared, but not yet ready to call it quits.
As he held my face, pushing my chin upwards, several of his fingers pried open my mouth and made their way down my throat. I began to choke and gag as my body pressed against the restraints, wanting to hurl. He wasn't stopping. I began to heave but nothing was coming up. He reached down and, with something slippery, stroked my cock as I choked. He fucked my throat deep, over and over until I stopped gagging and took it. Eventually, he released my face as he continued to stroke my cock. Fuck, I felt so relieved and began enjoying the ecstasy of his hand job. He reached for the glove again with his other hand and beat the inside of my thighs.
He backed away, retrieved a riding crop, and then resumed beating my inner thighs more intensely, up one leg and down the other and then back again. He focused on one spot several times with repeated beatings. I screamed and writhed as much as I could within the restraints, begging him to stop. As he beat me with one hand, he used his other hand to attach a small rubber ring around my hard-on. It began to swell harder and fatter than it was before.
The riding crop landed squarely on my balls as he moved his attention away from my thighs. I yelped, not expecting the pain to be so intense. Over and over with small taps, he beat one ball and then the other. The pain radiated throughout my body. I pleaded with him to spare my balls as I looked down at what he was doing. My cock was fat and pre-cum was running down my shaft and dribbling to the floor in ribbons. He reached under me and pulled off the small ledge that I was barely sitting on. The ropes tensed around me as gravity pulled me down about an inch or two.
He dropped the riding crop, grabbed hold of my cock and began stroking with one hand as he inserted several fingers from his other in my anus without warning. My hole contracted violently around them and I screamed at the intense pain. He worked my cock hard like he wanted me to cum, but stopped intermittently to slap it around. I was getting closer and closer to cumming and warned him repeatedly until it was too late. I shot my load high into the air. He continued to stroke out every last drop. My cum was everywhere and all over his hands.
He wiped some of the cum all over my face and, as he untied me, told me to lick the rest off his hands and off the floor. I got on my knees and licked it all up. Then he gave me water to drink; a lot of water, more than I thought I needed. At first, I thought he was just being nice. It took me some time to realize his plans.
He grabbed my cock and led me over to a long, slender, rubber covered table where he had me lay on my back. With this clear plastic saran wrap stuff, he began wrapping me to the table as a spider would wrap its prey. When he was done I was completely covered except for my head, cock and balls. I was unable to move.
My cock had grown flaccid from being jacked earlier. I felt him playing with it but couldn't raise my head to see what he was doing, exactly. Whatever lube he was using was warm and slick. I felt a hard-on coming again but the sensations I was feeling weren't pleasant as it was too soon from the first time I came. My cock was still sensitive and I think that was his point. He kept swirling his fingers around the tip of my cock over and over. My body wanted to squirm and thrash, but I was so tightly bound that I couldn't move, even an inch. The sensations became so intense all I could do was scream, "fuck, fuck, oh god, fuck." He kept milking my cock. I thought I had no cum to release but his steady pace finally got me going and I came, unloading another big wad all over his hands.
He continued stroking, using my cum as lube. The sensations were too much for me. My cock was entirely spent. I screamed for him to stop. I begged and pleaded saying I would do anything. Then I felt a piercing, stinging sensation on my shaft. "Fuck," I screamed again. Over and over, I felt these sensations up and down my shaft and on my balls. I just kept screaming unable to move.
The stinging stopped but he wasn't done with my cock. I felt something long and plastic being shoved in my pee hole. He was being careful as it took some time for him to complete his task. I felt it go all the way down and then enter my body. I lost control of my bladder and couldn't stop it. I heard pee trickling into a bucket on the floor. Then it stopped even though I knew my bladder wasn't empty.
He unwrapped me from the table and, with the tube still inserted into my flaccid cock, walked me over to ropes hanging from a large, overhead beam. I knew this area of his dungeon. I had hung from those ropes before. He gave me more water to drink. I told him I didn't want it but he insisted. It seemed to be a gallon but I'm not sure. I know it was too much water and that I didn't need it.
I found myself fastened to the ropes in minutes. He moved in front of me and attached a leather device around my balls and hung an empty bucket/pipe thing from it. The weight of the bucket pulled hard on my balls causing me pain. Then he placed the other end of the tube that was inserted in my cock into the bucket and turned a little knob that released the flow of pee. Fuck. Now I got it. I was about to cause my own pain. The bucket slowly filled and pulled harder on my balls.
He moved behind me and, with a whip of some kind, began what was to be the most intense beating of my life so far.
I heard a short whistle through the air and then felt a severe stinging sensation on my lower back. Up and down my backside he whipped me. My bladder continued to empty as he did this. It had already filled the bucket and was flowing over and onto the floor. He stopped for a moment to unfasten the tube from my cock but left the bucket, now covered and sealed, in place.
He moved behind me again, this time using a wooden paddle to spank my ass. The blows were the most severe I have ever felt. I tried to move forward away from the beating but he stopped me by pulling backwards on the bucket. I screamed as pain shot through my body again. He held and rubbed my abs as he spanked me. My ass was on fire. "Push your ass toward me, boy," he would say when I inched forward.
He dropped the paddle and moved in front of me as he put on boxing gloves. Oh fuck, I thought. Is he going to hit me with those things? I barely got the thought out of my head when his gloved fist came at my abs. I lost my breath as he plunged his fist into me. The bucket hanging from my balls swayed and pulled causing further pain. I gasped for air as the second blow came. My bladder was quickly filling from all the water I drank and I couldn't hold it anymore. On his fifth blow, I released my stream and peed all over the floor. "You're going to pay for that, boy. We're going to twenty. Count for me, boy." Blow after blow into my abs he went. I tried hard to count out loud but couldn't catch my breath so I mumbled my way through the agony.
I couldn't take much more. My legs were weak and I was hanging from the ropes. I could barely hold my head up and my bladder was filling again.
As he took off his gloves he motioned for Nathan to come over. "Stand right here and look each other in the eyes. Don't move, no matter what happens." Nathan was within five or so inches right in front of me; face to face. I perked up a little and looked at him. He was a little concerned about me but I could tell he was turned on.
The Master pulled a really long whip off the wall and greased it up with something he found in a can just under where all the whips were hung. Then he moved in back of me, got himself together and began the whipping. A quick high-pitched whoosh filled the air, then crack. Nathan and I both jumped. I felt both hot and cold sensations on my back but held back any scream, as Nathan was right there, in my face, staring at me. I couldn't hold my bladder anymore and peed all over Nathan. He didn't move. I have never felt pain like this, ever! Whoosh, then crack, again and again. Every time the whip hit me, Nathan jumped, but my back started to become numb and I barely felt it anymore. I moved in to kiss him and he did the same. Blow after blow came but it didn't matter anymore. Nathan was there with me; kissing me intensely and helping me cope with the pain.
I really don't know how many blows came after that but soon he was done and let me down. I stayed right there on the floor, Nathan at my side for a good hour before I could get up. Two days later I still have these huge long red welts on my back.
Nathan took me back home and slept next to me. I wish I could say we made passionate love reflecting on the whole experience, and that's what I wanted to do, but I just wasn't up to it. I went to sleep and then stayed in bed most of Saturday.
This was one of the most emotionally and physically powerful things I have ever done in my life. I won't do it this intense again, ever. I'm not saying I will abandon S&M, because I still need it. I'm just saying I have found what is beyond my threshold and don't want to go there again.
I also didn't want this kind of S&M to be the first thing Nathan witnessed. I was hoping for a much more erotic experience like those that Dave and I experienced with this same Master earlier.
I called the Master Sunday evening and told him what an asshole he was for going beyond what was agreed upon. He said he thought I was ready for the next level and thought for sure I would stop him if it became too much for me. He said that talking about it beforehand would ruin the real experience. He apologized over and over again during the conversation. I'm not sure I will go to him again.