By Bikermike

I parked the bike up just outside the guy’s door and rang the doorbell. I waited for a minute or two and thought, ‘Is he going to answer? Have I wasted a fifty mile journey?’ Then the door opened suddenly.

‘Hello, come in!’ the guy said. I entered and he closed the door. ‘Get your gear off!’ he commanded, ‘I’ll be back in a minute as I need a pee.’ He disappeared into the hallway.

I glanced round the room and noticed a solid wrist and neck bar, standing ominously in the corner, propped against the wall. I took my bike gear off, then my T shirt, pants and socks and stood there completely naked.

The guy returned and said simply ‘Put your wrists up so I can fit the bar!’ I did as I was told and in no time I was fixed in the contraption.

‘Hmm!’ the guy said as his hands explored my chest, nipples and abdomen. ‘Bit hairy! I like that!’ He fondled my hardening penis and cupped my balls in his right hand. ‘You said you liked a bit of tit play. Now tell me what you don’t like!’

I loved/hated the thought of my flanks being tickled, especially if I’m restrained. I thrash about but get rock hard during the process. I told him so.

‘Follow me down into the cellar. Mind the steps though!’ I followed him as best I could through the narrow door and down the stairs to his cellar. I marvelled at the room’s appearance: it was a fully equipped dungeon with chains hanging from the low ceiling and much more rigid ironwork lying on the floor. Leather and rubber masks and gags adorned a shelf. There was also a wicked looking e-stim box with an assortment of wires and pads on the table to the side. ‘Stand up straight by the chain!’ he said, pointing to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling. I stood in the position he indicated and he then fixed a padlock to the ring at the front of the neck iron and locked it to the chain. Thus, I stood on tiptoe, with my head thrust backwards.

He then produced a rubber gag with a strap and forced the gag into my mouth. ‘Don’t want you yelling disturbing the neighbours, do we?’ he laughed. He reached over to his desk and grabbed a vicious looking pair of steel clamps attached to a chain. I knew what was coming next. He roughly fondled and tweaked my nipples, causing me to buck and writhe, making them sore and sensitive. I grunted as best I could through the gag as he attached the clamps and tugged on the chain. ‘Up!’ he ordered as he pulled the chain up. I reached up as far as my shackles allowed. ‘Down!’ he now pulled the chain down and I responded. ‘Ticklish, eh?’ he said as he roughly worked his fingers up and down my sides and under my ribcage. I thrashed about wildly in my bonds. He kept the tickling torture up for several more minutes. I was exhausted.

A mate of mine had said that if a top removes the tit clamps then places them back on the sub’s nipples at right angles, it provides more torment. This mate had subsequently visited this guy a few weeks before and had put the idea into his head. Some fucking mate! I thought afterwards. Sure enough, my dom released my by now excruciatingly sore nipples from their clamps then immediately replaced them at right angles. I grunted and gasped in pain through my gag. He repeated this process quite a few more times with me bucking and writhing as far as my chains would allow.

‘We are going to try electro on your cock and balls boy,’ the guy said, ‘So, I’m going to release you from the neck and wrist irons. You will keep the tit clamps on though, understand? You have also made a mess on my floor with your precum. That won’t go unpunished, boy!’

‘Yes, Sir!’ I grunted, through the gag.

The guy unshackled me and I stood there, with my nipples on fire.

He pulled my balls down into their sac then forced them into a metal ring with a wire attached. Fumbling again at his desk he produced a sticky looking pad, again with wires attached and wrapped it round my cockhead. He then attached the ends of the wires to his e-stim box, which I hadn’t noticed on the floor in the corner.

‘I’m going to restrain you in the rigid ankle and wrist irons, boy,’ the guy said, ‘So sit on the floor with your legs and arms stretched out!’ I did as I was told and soon I was totally immobilised in the solid irons. ‘Keep your back straight, boy!’ he went on, ‘You will shortly experience waves of electricity through your genitals! Understand?’

‘Yes, Sir’

He switched the device on and at first I experienced a not unpleasant tingling in my cock and balls. However, this gradually reached a crescendo of pain resulting in me yelling and writhing as best I could in my shackles. I was relieved when this pain slowly subsided, only dreading as the tingling built up again. I yelled once more.

‘This won’t do. It’s the gag back for you!’ the man said as he once again fastened the rubber gag into my mouth. Again and again the current reached its crest, resulting in me squirming and wriggling on the floor. As it happened it did make me forget how uncomfortable and painful my nipples had become. I glanced at my cock: it had almost let me down by being rock hard, a fact also noted by my tormentor. He reached down and turned the clamps once again. The bastard!

This torture continued for I guess another half hour, then the guy said ‘Upstairs for you, boy! I’ll tie you to the bed then you’ll be punished for making a mess on the floor. Have you ever experienced bastinado?’ He removed the mouth gag.

‘No I have not, Sir!’ I replied.

He then released my limbs from their rigid irons and removed the tit clamps. I struggled to my feet, but just as I did so he roughly cuffed my wrists behind my back then grabbed my sore nipples and twisted them viciously. I screamed once again.

‘Upstairs! Follow me!’ he commanded. ‘Oh, I need the crop and you can carry these up; I’m too lazy!’ With that, he fastened the clamps once again to my nipples then looked in a cupboard and produced a black vicious looking riding crop. I could feel my cock ooze even more precum in anticipation of what was likely to happen. He wanked me gently a few times and moistened his fingers on my secretions then placed them in my mouth. Upon reaching the bedroom he unfastened my handcuffs and said, ‘Get on the bed and stretch your arms and legs out. I’m going to spreadeagle you but your feet will stick out over the foot of the bed so I can punish you!’

I lay on the bed and in no time he had secured my arms and ankles to the bed’s head and foot, the latter being just at the right angle and height to receive bastinado.

I had read about this particular torture and how painful it was if administered correctly. I waited.

Crack! I yelped as the riding crop connected with the sole of my left foot. Again and again! He then moved over to the right foot. Yes, the experience was truly agonising. ‘Count, boy!’ my torturer ordered.

‘Six, Sir!’ I gasped, and continued until I had received twenty strokes across each sole. My cock remained rock hard and had discharged even more pre-ejaculate over my abdomen.

‘Please, Sir,’ I begged, ‘Will you give me a really hard wank? I’m desperate!’

Without another word he turned my clamps once more and grabbed my penis. It felt fantastic in his firm grasp.

He worked his fist up and down, up and down slowly at first, while tugging on the nipple clamp chain. Faster then faster…

I orgasmed with a shout sending sperm over my chest. At the same time he yanked the clamps off my nipples. I lay there, totally exhausted.

The guy then unchained me and said, ‘I think you had better have a shower, Mike. The bathroom’s through there. When you have done would you like a coffee or tea?’

‘Yes thanks, tea would be fine,’ I replied.

I love it when after a truly hard S&M session the top can be so polite. I duly showered and went downstairs naked, where a cup of tea was waiting for me. I drank the tea then dressed, carefully pulling my biker jacket over my sore nipples.

I said ‘I want to satisfy you next time we meet. Why not chain me and make me suck you off?’

‘Sounds good!’ he replied. ‘Come round again, say in a month’s time? I’ll see if your mate can join us.’

I winced at the prospect of two torturers and having to give each of them head. However, I could feel something stirring in the crotch of my bike leathers…

The End

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Bikermike, for this story!