By Bikermike

This ad that had appeared in one of the Gay websites intrigued me. It read:

Spend a day with two dungeon masters. No stopwords, no release until the mutually agreed time has elapsed. Play will be at masters’ discretion. For further information email …. Or Mobile…..

I emailed them.

I learned that there would be no charge but I could spend either four or eight hours secured in the masters’ dungeon (which was actually a cellar in their house situated in a leafy part of London). In addition, the reply text went on to emphasise that I would be expected to be a total “sub” and that I would have to agree to anything that the masters would wish to do to me. I also understood that there may or may not be more than one “sub” being used at any one time. I could take it or leave it.

There was an attachment. This was a photo of some of their play and bondage equipment that would be used, but that more equipment may be added and used without prior warning. These included whips, paddles, tawses, canes; a medieval pillory, heavy rigid irons, steel slave collars; ball stretchers with or without spikes and electro equipment, which included a hand cranked generator.

My cock dripped precum as I emailed my reply: I would love to spend four hours as their “sub.”

I waited for a couple of days before I had a response. They gave me an address in Holland Park, which I looked at on Google Earth. It was a lovely Georgian town house, typical of that district of London. I was to arrive there at twelve noon sharp on the appointed Saturday, shaved, scrupulously clean and evacuated. I would need to be dressed in shorts (to reinforce my status as a “boy”) If I arrived in any other way I would be refused entry.

That Saturday arrived. I shaved and bathed, selected a smart Fred Perry polo top and a pair of khaki shorts that I had bought a few weeks earlier from a military surplus store. It was not made clear what I was expected to wear on my feet so I chose my ten holed Doc Martens, replete with white laces.

It was a very warm day in London. The Central Line was unbearably hot and I perspired profusely as the train made its way from Liverpool Street to Holland Park station. I was worried that I would smell by the time I got to my destination and not be let indoors.

As I rode up in the station’s lift I could feel that fantastic frisson of excitement: a mix of fear, excitement and sexual desire; to my mind making such assignations really enjoyable.

I rang the doorbell. A voice through an intercom said ‘Enter and wait in the lobby. We will be down shortly’. I entered gingerly.

After a short while two figures appeared, both dressed in tight denim jeans, bare chested and well tattooed and muscled and both wearing executioner’s leather masks with slits for eyes. One guy was slightly stockier than the other and heavier tattooed both on his arms and chest.

One said, ‘Well done boy! Dressed as we instructed. Now come through into the interrogation room and take your fucking clothes off NOW’

I followed them through a set of double doors and into a small room off to the left of the hallway. I undid my bootlaces and slipped the boots off and started to unbelt my shorts. Suddenly the stockier guy virtually ripped the polo shirt off my back and slapped my face. ‘You are here to suffer and entertain us, boy! Remember that! What do you say?’

‘Yes Sir!’ I replied. I stood there stark naked, awaiting further instructions.

The other guy disappeared and returned with a heavy rigid neck and wrist irons. Without another word roughly clamped this round my neck and forced my wrists outwards and clamped them into the irons. From his pocket he produced a pair of crocodile clamps attached to either end of a chain. I gasped as he applied them to my erect nipples and tugged on the chain. He then tugged my testicles, forcing them down hard into their sac. The other master fetched from somewhere else in the room a metal split ring with a hook attached and fastened this around the neck of my scrotum. He then found a dog’s lead and fastened this to the hook. Pulling hard he said ‘Follow me, boy! Now we go to the dungeon where the fun really begins!’ Thus, I was led by my balls through the door out into the hall and down a flight of stairs. My cock as always, betrayed me. It was standing rock hard, dripping copious amounts of pre-ejaculate.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when the masters led me through the cellar door and into the dungeon. There, with his wrists fixed in one set of several steel manacles suspended from the ceiling was a handsome naked young man, wearing similar nipple clamps and scrotum shackle. His ankles were secured in rigid irons, set about three feet apart. I could see bright red welts around the side of his buttocks and down the flanks of his ribcage, obviously as a result of a severe beating. He had a look of sheer agony on his face tinged with another look of ecstasy. What struck me most was that he was extremely hirsute; his crotch, abdomen and chest adorned with lovely black curls. He too was fully erect.

‘This boy has been here all morning’, said Stocky. ‘As you can see, we have entertained him and ourselves by applying the bullwhip to his back and arsecheeks. Now, we need your assistance. This lad needs satisfying as his cock looks as if it is about to burst. You will suck him off and then we will prepare you both for your next ordeal. On your knees!’

I positioned myself in front of the young man and knelt down. Stocky then wanked him a few times and held his cock directly in front of my mouth. I knew what I had to do. My wrists were still fixed in the rigid irons so all I could do was to jerk my head back and forth over his erection. Under normal circumstances I like to hold the base of a man’s penis when I fellating him, gently wanking him at the same time. Nonetheless, I had to perform this act as best I could.

After about three minutes the young man gasped as he ejaculated into my mouth. I swallowed greedily.

‘Stand up!’ barked Slim master. I did as I was told, standing facing the hairy young man. He released my arms and neck from the irons and removed my tit clamps, then he removed them from the young man’s red and swollen nipples. He let out another gasp. ‘Stand close to him and raise your arms up!’ continued Slim. I did as I was told so Slim could fix my wrists next to those of the young man so that we stood facing one another within kissing distance. Slim then fumbled with my crotch, feeling the hook welded onto my scrotum shackle. I realised he was doing the same to my fellow captive, attaching the shackles together. I could feel his sac contacting my own and our cocks (he was by now fully erect again) pressing against one another. Slim disappeared again, only to reappear with vicious looking clamps, welded to one another back to back. With a grin, he attached one to my right nipple and the other end to the young man’s left. He let out a yell as the clamp bit into his already inflamed flesh. Slim did the same to our other nipples, thus intimately attaching both of us together. He then secured my ankles in similar irons and fastened the two sets of irons together with stout cable ties.

My body is fairly smooth and hair free and the feel of this gorgeous young man’s hairy chest rubbing itself against mine was almost enough to make me come there and then. By now he was breathing heavily with tears rolling down his cheeks. I looked him in the eyes and gave him a long, passionate kiss. He let out a sob and our tongues explored one another’s mouth.

Our brief moment of tenderness was interrupted my Stocky saying ‘We have acquired two new toys. These are what’s known as “Tazappers”. We are going to stick them up your arses and zap you. You will then be able to intimately dance together. As a special treat we will then flog your backs with the cat o’ nine tails!’

The two masters then got into position, both holding their new instruments of torture. I gasped as he thrust the end of the Tazapper into my sphincter and I could feel the young man tense as his anus was similarly violated.

‘One, two three..go!’ barked Stocky. The captive young man and I yelled simultaneously as we jerked together in response to a bolt of agonising electricity assaulted our anuses. ‘Again!’

‘Aaaaagh!’ we yelled together as our cocks rubbed violently against one another and our scrotums, although attached together pulled painfully as we jerked in response to the shocks.

‘Now one at a time’ said Slim.

‘Aaaah!’ I shouted, painfully jerking my body up and against and then away from that of my fellow captive’s. I also forced my body up and down, adding to the pain experienced by our connected nipples.

The young man screamed as he in turn jerked his body against mine. Again and again we suffered electric shocks to our sphincters. I could feel an orgasm building as the young man’s hairy chest rubbed against mine. Suddenly I orgasmed, lubricating our attached bodies rubbing against one another with my sperm. I kissed him just as he too ejaculated, this time somehow squirting his seed upwards between our bodies and into my face. I licked my lips tasting his seed. The masters then removed the torture instruments from our anuses.

‘Now it’s our turn,’ said Stocky. ‘I will fuck you and my mate will fuck hairy boy here!’

I could see them both strip naked and apply condoms to each other’s erections. Slim rubbed his hands up and down Stocky’s chest and squeezed his nipples. ‘Ohh! Fuck man!’ he gasped as he fondled his partner’s scrotum.

Stocky then applied lube to my anus while Slim did the same to the young man’s. Simultaneously and with a lunge, they were both inside us. We were both fucked mercilessly and brutally, causing us to jerk up and down once again, pulling on our secured and attached scrotums and nipples. After five minutes or so, Stocky orgasmed with a roar, scratching my ribcage with his fingernails in lust. A minute or two later Slim ejaculated with a cry of ‘Whoaaaa…fuckkk!’ into the hairy young man’s body. They then withdrew, spent.

‘We will leave you two lovebirds enjoying your snog and have a beer.’ Said Stocky. ‘Then we’ll return and as promised, you’ll get a thrashing and who knows, maybe another session with the Tazapper! Enjoy yourselves! See you later!’ With that, he and Slim left the dungeon and turned off the light.

My tongue explored the young man’s face, feeling his shaved chin and lips. At last he spoke, which was the first time I had heard him. ‘Fucking hell ..(aah)..I am really enjoying myself mate…(uuunh)..Are you?’

I kissed him again. ‘Yes, I am; especially in close contact with a gorgeous body like yours.’ I replied. ‘Have you been here and done this before?’

‘Yes, I have, but not as intense as this. I’m looking forward to some more whipping. I love it! What about you?’

‘Yes, me too! This is the kind of sex that I like! Are you one of these guys’ “regulars”?’

‘This is the second time…(uunnnhh) It was a month ago; they had me chained up down here and invited several of their mates round. They all got pissed and took turns fucking me then one of them flogged my arse….(aaah)…then one of the others pierced my nipples and rubbed chilli oil into them. I think I passed out and woke up with one of the guys inside me’ said the young hirsute lad.

After what seemed like another hour the pain in my nipples had subsided into a slight burning but deliciously sexy sting. My fellow captive and I kissed one another again; my tongue exploring his mouth and face. Suddenly the light came on again and our two masters entered, still naked, both a little unsteady on their feet. Stocky stood in front of us, exhaling beer breath as he said ‘Fuck! Both of you two will now enjoy twenty strokes with the cat o’nine tails, y’know, good old fashioned Naval discipline!’

I can remember the scene in the film “Mutiny on the Bounty” when a crewman suffered floggings at the hands of Captain Bligh. I forget how many times I had wanked afterwards! I also knew that a master can be far more ferocious after he has had alcohol. At this point my cock felt as though it would burst, it being so hard with lust.

Both Slim and Stocky selected a cat o’ nine tails each and positioned themselves ready to administer a flogging to both of us. I could feel my companion tense up ready for the first stroke.

Crack! We jerked simultaneously in our bonds as the first lash cut into our backs. Crack! Again and again , both of us yelping and struggling in our bonds, intimately attaching ourselves to each other. More cracks of the cat: our hard cocks rubbing against each other up and down, up and down in time with our flogging. By this time our captors could sense we were both near to orgasm so increased the intensity of our punishment building up to a crescendo….AAAAAH! we shouted as we both came together; our juices mixing with the sweat lubricating our bodies. We both hung in our chains, totally and utterly spent.

Slim then removed the clamps from our nipples and massaged mine furiously. I howled in agony. Next it was the hairy young guy’s turn: he gritted his teeth but made only guttural noises. Stocky bent down and released our captive scrotums from the shackles that had kept our genitals in close contact, then removed the solid irons from our ankles.

‘Did you both enjoy that?’ enquired Stocky, ‘We did as we watched you suffer. Would you like to try it again sometime, or maybe try something else?’

Hirsute lad replied ‘Love to Sir! If he joins us! He’s a great kisser!’

I blushed ‘Definitely Sir! Say in a month’s time? Please email me!’

We left the masters’ house together and walked back to Holland Park Underground station.

‘Where are you off to?’ the lad asked. I replied that I was catching a train at Liverpool Street in two hours’ time. He replied ‘Why not spend the night with me? I would really like to get to know you better! I live in Bethnal Green, the next stop on the Central Line.’

I envisaged a night of passion, real lovemaking or maybe some more BDSM. How could I refuse?

 

The End

Metal would like to thank Bikermike for this story!