One of the tables in the play room is made of 8 foot long blanks with half inch spaces between them to allow straps or rope to be threaded through them.
Master ordered me to lay down on the table with my ass on the bottom edge and put a chair their so I had a place to rest my feet. He threaded a leather strap over my chest down between my arms and another strap over my stomach. He continued by restraining my upper arms and wrists to the table then ran a strap around my neck and another over my forehead. From that position, he wrapped a strap around my right ankle and bent my leg, strapping my ankle tightly around my thigh then repeated the process with the left leg. He tightened all the straps the used a long leather strap to pull my knees up against my body, leaving my ass hole extremely exposed.
I waited, expecting to be gagged and blindfolded but le left the playroom with me in a comfortable but very restrictive and vulnerable position.
He planned a small poker party in the playroom, complete with cigars and ice cold beer. They played for poker chips. Each started with fifty chips valued at a dollar a chip. They played until the first person reached $100. That player earned the right to rape me while the others watched. The game went on for several hours and players continued buying at $50.00 a pop for more chips. Each time climbed to another $100, my as was plowed for the reward. Needless to say, I was rapped repeatedly, loving every moment of it.
The players rewarded me at the end of the game with slow and painful tit torture while sucking my cock. They brought me to the edge over and over again until Master gave me permission to cum but not before he unrolled a condom over my cock to collect my cum. My body shuddered and convulsed as I finally came. Ecstatic pain went through my body and head that felt almost unbearable. Master pulled the condom off my cock and held it high in the air. He auctioned it off to the highest bidder who could do what ever he wanted with it. It brought in almost a thousand dollars. The winner wanted Master to suck it down. It wasn't the first time that he had swallowed my giz.
The winnings and the cash that was thrown around the table that night was collected with plans to give it to one of the area food pantries.
They guys decided to make the poker party a monthly event. Straight and Gay men attended the party.
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Friday, July 11, 2014
Not a Sunny Day.
We had breakfast around the pool this morning. Well, Master had breakfast. He frog tied me while we were still in bed this morning. He carried me outside an put me down on the tile and left me there while he and the guys ate. Daniel said, "if that were me there, I'd think it would be nice to be gang banged to get the day started".
After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.
Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.
After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.
Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Busy relaxing and enjoying being at home
I got up early this morning as I usually do when I'm home (and when I can). I go out to mind meld with the animals and clean out the stalls before everyone else wakes up. Shoveling out the crap helps me shovel out the crap in my head that keeps it constantly spinning. Being out with all the animal milling around me is enjoyable, by enjoyable I mean fun. I think they know how much I enjoy them because they clamor to get near me and intentional get in my way as if they are playing.
I did something daring with the horses yesterday. I rode the stallion bareback with just a halter and let the others run after us. I felt a little edgy at first because I thought they might wander off. Sancho and Panza are always present. I think they might heard the horses a bit.
Other than being outside a lot, I work in my studio while the daylight coming through the windows and skylight is good. There is nothing to disrupt me or keep me from work with Master still in England. I do miss him.
Christian had security equipment installed around the house while we were gone. Lights go on and off and random in some places and remain on in others. Cameras were installed at the gate and drive. I feel like I am living in Fort Knox.
I'm getting horny. Master ordered to put the Groethal Chastity Belt on so there is no getting myself off. Christian has the key for that on a chain around his neck. I could ask him for a good session but it's not the same as having Master rip into me. That will happen soon and anticipating it is half the fun. Still, I can do the other slave things like keeping off furniture since I don't really have permission anyway. HERE'S TO MASTER BEING HOME ON TUESDAY!
I did something daring with the horses yesterday. I rode the stallion bareback with just a halter and let the others run after us. I felt a little edgy at first because I thought they might wander off. Sancho and Panza are always present. I think they might heard the horses a bit.
Other than being outside a lot, I work in my studio while the daylight coming through the windows and skylight is good. There is nothing to disrupt me or keep me from work with Master still in England. I do miss him.
Christian had security equipment installed around the house while we were gone. Lights go on and off and random in some places and remain on in others. Cameras were installed at the gate and drive. I feel like I am living in Fort Knox.
I'm getting horny. Master ordered to put the Groethal Chastity Belt on so there is no getting myself off. Christian has the key for that on a chain around his neck. I could ask him for a good session but it's not the same as having Master rip into me. That will happen soon and anticipating it is half the fun. Still, I can do the other slave things like keeping off furniture since I don't really have permission anyway. HERE'S TO MASTER BEING HOME ON TUESDAY!
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Tie me up and gang bang me
It's just never enough, even when it feels like too much at the time.
This fucking tube on my shaft really hurts today! Master opened it and saw nothing that concerned him. Walking down the street to the pub for lunch was almost unbearable. I couldn't sit still. Master relented and handed me his key and told me to go to the restroom and take it off.
It was dinner time and eight guys were in the Club House. The Club House is an old industrial building that was rebuilt inside. It's obviously not in the best neighborhood and it's virtually a dead zone at night. The first floor has a kitchen and lounge area upfront and a dungeon in the back.
The top floor is private bedrooms for each of the original members and another lounge that runs down the middle length of the building. The guys mostly hang out there, The cellar houses the mechanicals, the mean toys and a row of cells. Two of the cells have solid walls and solid wood doors, three are steel bars, one is padded with heavily stained canvas floors, walls and ceiling. Some have cots, some have bar floors. One small room has a cage in the center and is supposedly completely soundproof with speakers in the corners near the ceiling that pump music or white noise into the room. I've spent a couple nights in the cage the first time I visited.
These guys get nuts when they are together. They've been friends since their early teens when they first shaved their heads, bleached their jeans and terrorized the neighborhood with their baseball bats. At that time they called gays faggots and often targeted them. The odd thing about that was that to become a member of the group everyone had to take it up the ass as a rite of initiation. Everyone of them have fucked by everyone in the group. I'd been inducted for over a year and I've been fucked by all 12 mates. I was allowed in because Ian is my Master. I haven't fucked anyone except another slave who lives in the Club House.
Too much information but I have to add, some are gaymembers, some have families and all are successful businessmen and professionals. They are all still boys when they get together.
Master tied my wrists to my ankles so that I was on my knees with my ass in the air, He gaged me with layers of duct tape then he picked me up and set me on a cocktail table that is in the center of the upstairs lounge. The guys, all eight of them beat my ass and fucked me. It went on all night.
It was hot and exciting at first but became painful beyond fun quickly. I hated it by the time Master released me but I'd like to do it again sometimes. As I said; It's just never enough, even when it feels like too much at the time.
This fucking tube on my shaft really hurts today! Master opened it and saw nothing that concerned him. Walking down the street to the pub for lunch was almost unbearable. I couldn't sit still. Master relented and handed me his key and told me to go to the restroom and take it off.
It was dinner time and eight guys were in the Club House. The Club House is an old industrial building that was rebuilt inside. It's obviously not in the best neighborhood and it's virtually a dead zone at night. The first floor has a kitchen and lounge area upfront and a dungeon in the back.
The top floor is private bedrooms for each of the original members and another lounge that runs down the middle length of the building. The guys mostly hang out there, The cellar houses the mechanicals, the mean toys and a row of cells. Two of the cells have solid walls and solid wood doors, three are steel bars, one is padded with heavily stained canvas floors, walls and ceiling. Some have cots, some have bar floors. One small room has a cage in the center and is supposedly completely soundproof with speakers in the corners near the ceiling that pump music or white noise into the room. I've spent a couple nights in the cage the first time I visited.
These guys get nuts when they are together. They've been friends since their early teens when they first shaved their heads, bleached their jeans and terrorized the neighborhood with their baseball bats. At that time they called gays faggots and often targeted them. The odd thing about that was that to become a member of the group everyone had to take it up the ass as a rite of initiation. Everyone of them have fucked by everyone in the group. I'd been inducted for over a year and I've been fucked by all 12 mates. I was allowed in because Ian is my Master. I haven't fucked anyone except another slave who lives in the Club House.
Too much information but I have to add, some are gaymembers, some have families and all are successful businessmen and professionals. They are all still boys when they get together.
Master tied my wrists to my ankles so that I was on my knees with my ass in the air, He gaged me with layers of duct tape then he picked me up and set me on a cocktail table that is in the center of the upstairs lounge. The guys, all eight of them beat my ass and fucked me. It went on all night.
It was hot and exciting at first but became painful beyond fun quickly. I hated it by the time Master released me but I'd like to do it again sometimes. As I said; It's just never enough, even when it feels like too much at the time.
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