One of my favorite Hoods to use on the boy is a hood that Jim Stewart made some time ago. Good heavy thick leather on the outside lined with Garment Leather. No holes except two punched openings at the nostrils. It's a bit small for the boy so it's a struggle to get it on him. I becomes a very tight second skin. He can't move his jaw at all so his mouth is forced closed. I put him in a leather straightjacket. It's black on the outside with kid glove blood red leather on the inside that clings when it get damp from sweat. All the buckles lock. I inverted him. He was wearing chaps and boots.
The boy was in serious shape, hardly able to breath and locked up cock. He'd been wearing the belt for well over a month without getting any relief at all through all of our sessions. I finally took it off. I can't have the boy trying to go through international airports with that thing on him. Not in the East. So I drew my belt from my jeans and let him know I was going to work him over with it. His ass was at a perfect height for a good belting.
I beat his ass to bruising.
I took him down and kept him bound. I bent him over the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his ass some more before I fucked him over and over until I had nothing left and my cock was sore. I wanted to give the boy something to think about during that very long trip to Bhutan.
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Friday, May 15, 2015
Friday, January 3, 2014
Don't you be very long
Do you ever wish someone would leave you like this?
I found this on tumblr, I think. In real life, this sort of thing happens to me a lot. My relationship with Master started this way. A month of being an object. Before we started he said that he would keep me for as long as he felt like using me. He said he'd throw me out on the street when he got tired of me. He said it might be and hour or it might be the rest of my fucking life. He left me for days when I was completely isolated and bound. (I didn't know he was watching me on a camera that he had access to on all of his electronic devices.)
He threw me out one day without an explanation. He simply vanished, sold his New York house, terminated his phone service, sold his cars and cycle and left no word. It was like he never existed. I did the same and moved to the ranch that my Great Uncle Clarence left me. Months later he called and said he was in the city and wanted to take me out for dinner.
"Sorry Dude, not unless you're in Northern California."
He came driving up the road the next afternoon.
The following is just a fun fantasy from
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one of my favorite people on the web.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Dreaming in Bondage
Have you ever fallen into a sound sleep while in intense bondage?
I bought a really nice straightjacket and sleep sack while visiting London a few years ago. They are both made of heavy black leather with quilting and padding is all the essential areas. The straps and buckles are extra wide with locking buckles. They're both lined with blood red buttery-soft calf skin that absorbs my sweat and starts to sling deliciously to my body. No one has ever been in them beside me.
Master laid the body bag out on the bed and opened it up. He laced a snug leather hood over my head with nostril openings and a grommet over the mouth. I crawled into the body bag. He tickled me for a few moments then began lacing the bag closed. He buckled the collar. There is a flap that covers the laces that zips with a heavy black metal zipper. The zipper pull locks into the collar. Once zipped, Master began to buckle the straps snugly but not too tightly. Master wanted me to sleep in the sack all night. Once strapped in with all the padlocks secured, he crawled into bed beside me and laid his arm across me.
I was too excited to fall asleep. I clearly didn't want to risk waking Master by testing my bonds. I lay quiet listening to him breathe and smelling cigar and the mint from his toothpaste on his breath.
I dozed in and out of sleep. At one point I was having a pleasant dream that caused me to laugh out loud. Master slapped me across the gut and told me to be quiet. I dozed in and out of sleep a few times then fell into a deep sleep. I had no concept of the time when I sudden awoke from a stressful dream. I didn't know where I was or why everything was so black and why I couldn't move. I felt like I was dreaming a dream from which I couldn't wake. I felt panicked until I finally realized where I was.
It was interesting to be so completely disoriented and so completely bound. I laid awake listening to my heart race and then slowly fall to a slow steady thump that resonated though out my senses until I fell into dreamless sleep.
I bought a really nice straightjacket and sleep sack while visiting London a few years ago. They are both made of heavy black leather with quilting and padding is all the essential areas. The straps and buckles are extra wide with locking buckles. They're both lined with blood red buttery-soft calf skin that absorbs my sweat and starts to sling deliciously to my body. No one has ever been in them beside me.
Master laid the body bag out on the bed and opened it up. He laced a snug leather hood over my head with nostril openings and a grommet over the mouth. I crawled into the body bag. He tickled me for a few moments then began lacing the bag closed. He buckled the collar. There is a flap that covers the laces that zips with a heavy black metal zipper. The zipper pull locks into the collar. Once zipped, Master began to buckle the straps snugly but not too tightly. Master wanted me to sleep in the sack all night. Once strapped in with all the padlocks secured, he crawled into bed beside me and laid his arm across me.
I was too excited to fall asleep. I clearly didn't want to risk waking Master by testing my bonds. I lay quiet listening to him breathe and smelling cigar and the mint from his toothpaste on his breath.
I dozed in and out of sleep. At one point I was having a pleasant dream that caused me to laugh out loud. Master slapped me across the gut and told me to be quiet. I dozed in and out of sleep a few times then fell into a deep sleep. I had no concept of the time when I sudden awoke from a stressful dream. I didn't know where I was or why everything was so black and why I couldn't move. I felt like I was dreaming a dream from which I couldn't wake. I felt panicked until I finally realized where I was.
It was interesting to be so completely disoriented and so completely bound. I laid awake listening to my heart race and then slowly fall to a slow steady thump that resonated though out my senses until I fell into dreamless sleep.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Adendum to our Aniversary Conversation
Maybe it's something odd but Master and I talked more about our goals for the next year. I didn't have much to offer, change or register as disagreeable during our initial conversation but while in bondage last week I actually thought that I liked being on a "short leash". I felt like I had been given more freedom when Master had the tracking chip removed from my side. I asked if there was a way of having one installed so he knows where I am and what I am doing when we are not together. He said we could re-up at the Chateau. There are complications because he cannot really control what they do to me during our six month visits. He said he would think about it.
Master is very possessive and protective.
I've been reading a story called The Box on Metalbond; http://www.metalbondnyc.com/story/the-box/ I got so turned on by the story that I asked Master to read it. When he finished I asked if he would replicate the bondage in the story for me. He said he would. I almost jumped for glee knowing that it would be hell to live it. We asked Butch if he could find someone to build a box with padding. He knew just the kinkster carpenter to do the job but "let me suggest that you let his fertile fucked up mind be creative".
I'm dreadfully excited.
Master is very possessive and protective.
I've been reading a story called The Box on Metalbond; http://www.metalbondnyc.com/story/the-box/ I got so turned on by the story that I asked Master to read it. When he finished I asked if he would replicate the bondage in the story for me. He said he would. I almost jumped for glee knowing that it would be hell to live it. We asked Butch if he could find someone to build a box with padding. He knew just the kinkster carpenter to do the job but "let me suggest that you let his fertile fucked up mind be creative".
I'm dreadfully excited.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
It's been a few days.
I woke in the dungeon Sunday morning. My ankles were chained together and to a ring in the wall. The chain traveled up to my collar with my wrists fastened to irons at about my lower ribs. I had a pillow under my head. I realized that I was hugging the heavy chain as if it was a teddy bear.
Master and I have been together fulltime for nearly a year so it was a time to reflect on the and build goals for the future. Being submissive and dominant in the Master/slave lifestyle is not as simple as it seems in fiction. But let me back up, being together was easy but building the relationship had it's fits and starts. We talked about the things I did not want before my month as his object and told him that I would submit willingly and completely to what he wanted. I promised to never complain, question him or ask for anything and I didn't. I kept my promise. That was the basis of everything that followed, including events like the beating that he gave me last week. It was particularly rough and vicious but I've got to tell you that any time that he pulls that belt out, I am complete turned on and in a state of pre-cum drooling arousal and he knows it. He must have felt uncomfortable because he wanted to talk about it. I said, "did you notice that I came while you beat me"?
We dropped our roles for the afternoon. Master became Ian and I became Trace. We walked our horses out to one of the stands of Eucalyptus and settled in the shade and talked. Master smoked a cigar and I lit my favorite Mario Grande pipe. We never seem to be able to hold a decent conversation because I end up moving close to him and he holds me so tight that I can hardly breath. I slide down to unbutton his jeans and take his cock into my throat until he decides to fuck me. It was exactly what happened. that afternoon.
I am happy with our relationship now that neither of us is afraid of committing to each other so I didn't see a reason to get involved with things I like or dislike and I asked him to do what he wanted. I think living the way we do helps us find balance and avoid guilt. We play with other people but he keeps the keys.
Master re-lit his cigar and I filled my pipe again. We spent a casual evening. He gave me couch time and held my head while I lay on the sofa watching a movie. My left ear was on his upper leg over his femoral artery so I could hear his heart beat. We went to sleep together.
I walk in my sleep sometimes. I slipped out of bed while deep asleep and went outdoors and started walking down the drive toward the road. I was naked and barefoot. Christian caught me and brought me back to the house and woke Master. They strapped me into a straightjacket, wrapped tape around my mouth and chained my feet. That is the way I spent the rest of the night.
Master and I have been together fulltime for nearly a year so it was a time to reflect on the and build goals for the future. Being submissive and dominant in the Master/slave lifestyle is not as simple as it seems in fiction. But let me back up, being together was easy but building the relationship had it's fits and starts. We talked about the things I did not want before my month as his object and told him that I would submit willingly and completely to what he wanted. I promised to never complain, question him or ask for anything and I didn't. I kept my promise. That was the basis of everything that followed, including events like the beating that he gave me last week. It was particularly rough and vicious but I've got to tell you that any time that he pulls that belt out, I am complete turned on and in a state of pre-cum drooling arousal and he knows it. He must have felt uncomfortable because he wanted to talk about it. I said, "did you notice that I came while you beat me"?
We dropped our roles for the afternoon. Master became Ian and I became Trace. We walked our horses out to one of the stands of Eucalyptus and settled in the shade and talked. Master smoked a cigar and I lit my favorite Mario Grande pipe. We never seem to be able to hold a decent conversation because I end up moving close to him and he holds me so tight that I can hardly breath. I slide down to unbutton his jeans and take his cock into my throat until he decides to fuck me. It was exactly what happened. that afternoon.
I am happy with our relationship now that neither of us is afraid of committing to each other so I didn't see a reason to get involved with things I like or dislike and I asked him to do what he wanted. I think living the way we do helps us find balance and avoid guilt. We play with other people but he keeps the keys.
Master re-lit his cigar and I filled my pipe again. We spent a casual evening. He gave me couch time and held my head while I lay on the sofa watching a movie. My left ear was on his upper leg over his femoral artery so I could hear his heart beat. We went to sleep together.
I walk in my sleep sometimes. I slipped out of bed while deep asleep and went outdoors and started walking down the drive toward the road. I was naked and barefoot. Christian caught me and brought me back to the house and woke Master. They strapped me into a straightjacket, wrapped tape around my mouth and chained my feet. That is the way I spent the rest of the night.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Unfinished Business
We started the morning in the Dungeon where we were interrupted the day before. Master strapped me down on the table after he gagged and blindfolded me. I drew his belt from his jeans and gave me three whacks, one on my butt, one across the thighs and the last across my back. He left his belt lay across my back and left me to ponder the coming pain.
As I drifted off into bondage euphoria, I began to think about the handcuffs that he broke the day before and Master's speed and agility. He's a big man who is as likely to move like a Ninja Warrior as he is to move like the Hulk that he appears to be. I thought of actually trying to escape him and how utterly useless it would be. I thought of how happy I am to have him for a Master, best friend and love. I lost my ability to have a logical thought and I drifted deeper into euphoria. I felt my hard cock which he had pulled back between my legs, straining to straighten out in front of me.
My back side was on fire when he finished working me over. He was nude and his cock rigid and red. He pulled me down to the bottom of the table and sunk himself inside me. He finished loading my ass then hiked me atop the table again and played with my tits while working my cock until I shot.
We got dressed and walked the horses and a couple of the dog around the ranch. It was like a slow Sunday with nothing to do and no where to go.
As I drifted off into bondage euphoria, I began to think about the handcuffs that he broke the day before and Master's speed and agility. He's a big man who is as likely to move like a Ninja Warrior as he is to move like the Hulk that he appears to be. I thought of actually trying to escape him and how utterly useless it would be. I thought of how happy I am to have him for a Master, best friend and love. I lost my ability to have a logical thought and I drifted deeper into euphoria. I felt my hard cock which he had pulled back between my legs, straining to straighten out in front of me.
My back side was on fire when he finished working me over. He was nude and his cock rigid and red. He pulled me down to the bottom of the table and sunk himself inside me. He finished loading my ass then hiked me atop the table again and played with my tits while working my cock until I shot.
We got dressed and walked the horses and a couple of the dog around the ranch. It was like a slow Sunday with nothing to do and no where to go.
Monday, October 14, 2013
County Sheriff's visit.
I was strapped down on the spanking bench when all of the dogs started furiously barking. Master left me to see what the commotion was all about. Two Sheriff's Deputies were at the front door of the house pounding on the door. They asked to see me.
The two deputies had handcuffed Master before he led them to the playroom. They were shocked by seeing me strapped on the table by a dozen or so heavy brown straps and a ball gag in my mouth. One of the deputies held Master by the arm and the other removed the ball gag and started to undue the straps. I protested and yelled "What the hell are you doing here and how id you get past the gate"? Before they answered, I laughed "You guys realize that he can break those cuffs and kill you very easily". I laughed again, "Master, you sure look cute in handcuffs".
Someone, I think a guy who came to play at being a slave that Master sent away called the authorities to make trouble. (He was trouble from the start.)
They asked me if I was okay. "No, not really." They looked at each other. "We were about to have some fun before you interrupted us".
They continued interviewing me after another pair of officers came to take charge of Master. I walked two of the deputies up to the house. I was as naked as I was when I walked down to the "dungeon". The dogs followed in a cloud of white fur. Sancho stayed at my side. Hector stayed with Master to protect him. He's a monster of a Great Pyrenees who would give his life to protect us, especially Master.
Christian was in town for the evening.
I had to convince the deputies that what they walked in on was a consensual activity. I am the owner of the property. I have two full-time care takers and a cook that lives in town and that I have a body guard who has the evening off. I had to convince them that I am not held captive and that you can often see me alone in town at community activities. They asked me if I knew what Stockholm Syndrome is. I answered yes and I told them that I certainly wasn't suffering from that. The whole conversation was foolish as far as I was concerned. "Lets end this now", I said. I made two phone calls. I interrupted Christian's evening and asked him to come home then called my San Francisco Attorney to tell them of what he knows of my lifestyle with Ian. I handed the phone to the deputy.
Christian rushed home. He entered the house with his hand on his gun and looked at me. I shook my head. The deputies were ready to jump him. Christian demanded to see their badges and called 911 to see if they had actually sent deputies to the house. The legality of the gun, Christians position with us and all the legal crap went down quickly. Christian went to my bedroom to get a robe for me and we all walked down to the dungeon to make sure Ian was alright. He was still cuffed but he and the two deputies were laughing.
"Master, show them how you can break the cuffs". He looked at the deputies and within a second broke the cuffs and reached into his pocket for a handcuff key and removed the separated cuffs. He handed them to the deputy and told them he'd pay for new ones. The deputies apologized but I stopped them and reminded them about the mass Milwaukee murderer, Jeffrey Dahmer. The police stopped a kid that he was chasing and convinced him that it was consensual play. He took the guy home and killed him, chopped him up and stuffed him in his freezer. "Better safe than sorry".
We made a few new friends.
"Master, that was more fun that getting my ass beaten".
The two deputies had handcuffed Master before he led them to the playroom. They were shocked by seeing me strapped on the table by a dozen or so heavy brown straps and a ball gag in my mouth. One of the deputies held Master by the arm and the other removed the ball gag and started to undue the straps. I protested and yelled "What the hell are you doing here and how id you get past the gate"? Before they answered, I laughed "You guys realize that he can break those cuffs and kill you very easily". I laughed again, "Master, you sure look cute in handcuffs".
Someone, I think a guy who came to play at being a slave that Master sent away called the authorities to make trouble. (He was trouble from the start.)
They asked me if I was okay. "No, not really." They looked at each other. "We were about to have some fun before you interrupted us".
They continued interviewing me after another pair of officers came to take charge of Master. I walked two of the deputies up to the house. I was as naked as I was when I walked down to the "dungeon". The dogs followed in a cloud of white fur. Sancho stayed at my side. Hector stayed with Master to protect him. He's a monster of a Great Pyrenees who would give his life to protect us, especially Master.
Christian was in town for the evening.
I had to convince the deputies that what they walked in on was a consensual activity. I am the owner of the property. I have two full-time care takers and a cook that lives in town and that I have a body guard who has the evening off. I had to convince them that I am not held captive and that you can often see me alone in town at community activities. They asked me if I knew what Stockholm Syndrome is. I answered yes and I told them that I certainly wasn't suffering from that. The whole conversation was foolish as far as I was concerned. "Lets end this now", I said. I made two phone calls. I interrupted Christian's evening and asked him to come home then called my San Francisco Attorney to tell them of what he knows of my lifestyle with Ian. I handed the phone to the deputy.
Christian rushed home. He entered the house with his hand on his gun and looked at me. I shook my head. The deputies were ready to jump him. Christian demanded to see their badges and called 911 to see if they had actually sent deputies to the house. The legality of the gun, Christians position with us and all the legal crap went down quickly. Christian went to my bedroom to get a robe for me and we all walked down to the dungeon to make sure Ian was alright. He was still cuffed but he and the two deputies were laughing.
"Master, show them how you can break the cuffs". He looked at the deputies and within a second broke the cuffs and reached into his pocket for a handcuff key and removed the separated cuffs. He handed them to the deputy and told them he'd pay for new ones. The deputies apologized but I stopped them and reminded them about the mass Milwaukee murderer, Jeffrey Dahmer. The police stopped a kid that he was chasing and convinced him that it was consensual play. He took the guy home and killed him, chopped him up and stuffed him in his freezer. "Better safe than sorry".
We made a few new friends.
"Master, that was more fun that getting my ass beaten".
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Quiet Evening at Home
Bound ankles wrist and pulled up tight against my butt, wrist to elbow behind the back. Ball gagged with added duct tape under a leather hood. Stuffed in a leather Hogsack and left to sweat.
Hog Sack
The Hogsack
Use it how you wish. A lot of people fold the arms in front but it was intended to be used with the arms folded behind the back. Master Uses it to achieve it's maximum potential. It can be intensely punishing.
A movie was playing in the background and his cigar smoke swirled around the room. The movie ended but the release I expected didn't come. Master had fallen asleep.
Master released me at 3:47 am. He helped me unfold my limbs and stand. I went into the kitchen for a tall icy drink of water then crawled in to bed alongside Master.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Music on the Big Flute
It feels like home.
Master straddled my chest, waking me as he forced his cock into my throat. I rarely sleep later that he does but because I get up to clean myself out and then go back to bed and wait for him. I try my hardest to be ready for anything.
He pinned my hands down above my head, as if I would ever struggle to refuse him. (I do sometimes but he knows I'm playing so he can "punish" me). He came into my mouth and all over my face then eventually slid down over my legs. He held my neck with his left hand and pinched, pulled and bit my nipples until I screamed and then started to laugh at the absurdity of actually wanting the pain. My cock swelled inside my chastity belt, causing more pain. He laid down on top of me and kissed me.
We once had a prospective slave come to our house to visit. He said he wanted 24/7 slavery but I doubted him immediately upon meeting him. Master locked us down on our cots in adjoining cells for the night. He's strict about bedtime when locked up. I better fall asleep rapidly or do a damn good job of faking it. This guy wanted to talk. His questions would have been endless so I broke protocol to first let him know about Master's sleep rules. He asked me how Master punishes me when I disobey him.
"I don't except by accident. Being a slave such as we are is a constant practice. I try to never give him reason to punish me because It breaks my goal as a submissive. You always try to anticipate what he wants out of love and respect. One thing that you do that might be hard is that you smoke cigarettes. He's not going to allow it. If he catches you, he will throw you out, immediately".
"He smokes cigars".
"Occasionally, He lets me smoke a cigar or pipe occasionally but if it ever became habitually, he's stop it. Remember, he is the Master. He does as he wants and we do to please him. Anything that a slave does is either by permission or because he expects it."
He asked, "you guys are really tight, is there room for another...".
"I'm not going to talk anymore. You know he can hear everything we say and he can see what we are doing? You should ask him these questions if you feel they are important enough. By the way, our goal is to please him, not finding cause for punishment. He doesn't play that game."
He lasted less than a week because he was into slavery for what he could get, not for what he could give."
Master is deliciously cruel sometimes.
We went down the street for breakfast. Christian joined us after taking a couple days to himself. I was starving so I ate like a pig. I wanted fried potatoes but Master ordered me tomatoes. He did let me have bacon though. We went back to pack for our trip home, said goodbye to anyone who was still in the house and took a taxi to Heathrow.
Master straddled my chest, waking me as he forced his cock into my throat. I rarely sleep later that he does but because I get up to clean myself out and then go back to bed and wait for him. I try my hardest to be ready for anything.
He pinned my hands down above my head, as if I would ever struggle to refuse him. (I do sometimes but he knows I'm playing so he can "punish" me). He came into my mouth and all over my face then eventually slid down over my legs. He held my neck with his left hand and pinched, pulled and bit my nipples until I screamed and then started to laugh at the absurdity of actually wanting the pain. My cock swelled inside my chastity belt, causing more pain. He laid down on top of me and kissed me.
We once had a prospective slave come to our house to visit. He said he wanted 24/7 slavery but I doubted him immediately upon meeting him. Master locked us down on our cots in adjoining cells for the night. He's strict about bedtime when locked up. I better fall asleep rapidly or do a damn good job of faking it. This guy wanted to talk. His questions would have been endless so I broke protocol to first let him know about Master's sleep rules. He asked me how Master punishes me when I disobey him.
"I don't except by accident. Being a slave such as we are is a constant practice. I try to never give him reason to punish me because It breaks my goal as a submissive. You always try to anticipate what he wants out of love and respect. One thing that you do that might be hard is that you smoke cigarettes. He's not going to allow it. If he catches you, he will throw you out, immediately".
"He smokes cigars".
"Occasionally, He lets me smoke a cigar or pipe occasionally but if it ever became habitually, he's stop it. Remember, he is the Master. He does as he wants and we do to please him. Anything that a slave does is either by permission or because he expects it."
He asked, "you guys are really tight, is there room for another...".
"I'm not going to talk anymore. You know he can hear everything we say and he can see what we are doing? You should ask him these questions if you feel they are important enough. By the way, our goal is to please him, not finding cause for punishment. He doesn't play that game."
He lasted less than a week because he was into slavery for what he could get, not for what he could give."
Master is deliciously cruel sometimes.
We went down the street for breakfast. Christian joined us after taking a couple days to himself. I was starving so I ate like a pig. I wanted fried potatoes but Master ordered me tomatoes. He did let me have bacon though. We went back to pack for our trip home, said goodbye to anyone who was still in the house and took a taxi to Heathrow.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Munich Cellar
I missed writing yesterday. I should say I am sorry but I'm not. I was indisposed by a fun little cement room that the owner called Die Duneon der Hölle.
Master setup this meeting the other night when he went to the leather bars. He met this guy at Bau and went home with him and his slave boi. We went to meet him at his home the next evening. He had a hot dungeon with plank patterned cement walls, cell doors with layers of mesh, flat iron and hardware cloth. He had enough equipment to set up a party for many hot men at one time but the whole dungeon was available to just the four of us.
Master and our host agreed to switch slaves. Master gave the key to my chastity belt to our host, meaning that anything goes.
He removed my belt and forced my moth open with a open dental gag and restrained my arms behind my back in a heavy set of irons. He ordered me too my knees then skull fucked me. He didn't cum but I think he was close because his cock was rock hard and curved upward. I tasted pre-cum on the tip of my tongue when he pulled out. He removed the restraints then ordered me to climb up on his rack, beating me with a riding crop until I got myself situated.
I had never been stretched on a rack before so I felt scared and excited about all the possibilities that I fantasized about in my perverted past. The top used leather cuffs and ropes to pull my body so that I was gently stretched. He asked me a question that I could not answer. He turned and but on an old SS billed hat and turned to face me again. He struck me across the chest six times with his riding crop then asked me the question again. He removed the steel gag and slapped my face from side to side then asked me the question again. I yelled "I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. He cranked the winch on the rack two clicks. I liked the way it felt. He struck me on the chest with the crop again then asked me the question again. I couldn't answer him, I didn't know what he was talking about. He beat my chest, abdomen and thighs with his crop, slapped me in the face and tightened the rack until I screamed at him to stop.
His boi was screaming under the constant impact of Master's belt. The top who was working me over tied a rope around my ball and threaded it through a pulley that hung above the rack and began hanging weights from it.. He beat me alternating with added weight until I started screaming at him. Master stopped to watch him work me over. He kept telling me to tell my tormentor what he wanted to know. I couldn't. "Master, I don't know the answer! I don't know what he is talking about!"
My tormentor released the restraints then told me to turn over. He beat me while I tried to change positions. "Get the fuck on your knees Sklaven!" He climbed up, slide a condom over his dick and fucked me. He ordered me to get up. He grabbed master's collar and used it to drag me into a small cell. He chained me to the wall by a collar and wrists then locked the door after slamming it. His slave was chained in the cell next to mine.
The torment and beating began the next morning. My top got a little carried away because Christian stopped him and talked to him for a moment. Master asked "you good boy"? He looked at Christian and nodded. The top started in again. He still demanded the answer to his question as he focused on stretching me and tit torture. Master has tormented my tits to such extremes that our host's attentions hardly hurt at all in comparison. I started feeling like I was floating above myself watching what was happening to me. The top looked at Master for guidance, he said, "Just fuck him and lock him in a cage. He's done"!
Master setup this meeting the other night when he went to the leather bars. He met this guy at Bau and went home with him and his slave boi. We went to meet him at his home the next evening. He had a hot dungeon with plank patterned cement walls, cell doors with layers of mesh, flat iron and hardware cloth. He had enough equipment to set up a party for many hot men at one time but the whole dungeon was available to just the four of us.
Master and our host agreed to switch slaves. Master gave the key to my chastity belt to our host, meaning that anything goes.
He removed my belt and forced my moth open with a open dental gag and restrained my arms behind my back in a heavy set of irons. He ordered me too my knees then skull fucked me. He didn't cum but I think he was close because his cock was rock hard and curved upward. I tasted pre-cum on the tip of my tongue when he pulled out. He removed the restraints then ordered me to climb up on his rack, beating me with a riding crop until I got myself situated.
I had never been stretched on a rack before so I felt scared and excited about all the possibilities that I fantasized about in my perverted past. The top used leather cuffs and ropes to pull my body so that I was gently stretched. He asked me a question that I could not answer. He turned and but on an old SS billed hat and turned to face me again. He struck me across the chest six times with his riding crop then asked me the question again. He removed the steel gag and slapped my face from side to side then asked me the question again. I yelled "I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. He cranked the winch on the rack two clicks. I liked the way it felt. He struck me on the chest with the crop again then asked me the question again. I couldn't answer him, I didn't know what he was talking about. He beat my chest, abdomen and thighs with his crop, slapped me in the face and tightened the rack until I screamed at him to stop.
His boi was screaming under the constant impact of Master's belt. The top who was working me over tied a rope around my ball and threaded it through a pulley that hung above the rack and began hanging weights from it.. He beat me alternating with added weight until I started screaming at him. Master stopped to watch him work me over. He kept telling me to tell my tormentor what he wanted to know. I couldn't. "Master, I don't know the answer! I don't know what he is talking about!"
My tormentor released the restraints then told me to turn over. He beat me while I tried to change positions. "Get the fuck on your knees Sklaven!" He climbed up, slide a condom over his dick and fucked me. He ordered me to get up. He grabbed master's collar and used it to drag me into a small cell. He chained me to the wall by a collar and wrists then locked the door after slamming it. His slave was chained in the cell next to mine.
The torment and beating began the next morning. My top got a little carried away because Christian stopped him and talked to him for a moment. Master asked "you good boy"? He looked at Christian and nodded. The top started in again. He still demanded the answer to his question as he focused on stretching me and tit torture. Master has tormented my tits to such extremes that our host's attentions hardly hurt at all in comparison. I started feeling like I was floating above myself watching what was happening to me. The top looked at Master for guidance, he said, "Just fuck him and lock him in a cage. He's done"!
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