By New York Cheech

I don’t know how long he left me there. I’m sure it wasn’t for more than a few minutes, but it felt like more. My mind was racing. The pain in my nips and balls had subsided into a dull ache. I was slowly loosing my erection and getting a little depressed. And then the music started. There were definitely high-quality speakers in the room, and I heard a Marilyn Manson album began to play loudly. “…it’s arma-goddam-mother-fuckin-geddon…” The music was both menacing and erotic at the same time.

With the music playing, I didn’t hear him return to the room until he was very near me. I actually felt his energy before I really saw him. As soon as I saw him, my flaccid dick came back to life. He was naked, and this was the first time I was getting a good look at his body. He was my vision of the perfect man. His chest was muscled and strong, and defined by the leather harness that crisscrossed his massive pecs. His torso was covered in fur, but trimmed short and kept neat. His flat 6-pack stomach led my eyes down to one of the most beautiful uncut cocks I have ever seen. He was well endowed, and I could tell the girth could get some getting used to. His balls were heavy and full and shaved clean. His legs were muscular and tan, and he had a serpent tattoo wrapping around his left leg from his calf up to his upper thigh.

As he turned I could see the handcuff tattoo on his right shoulder. And there was a large crucifix tattoo that spanned almost the entire width of his wide muscular back. All this was brought together by a firm round ass lightly covered with a dusting of hair.

Aside from the harness, he was wearing leather boots and leather wristbands, and he looked like he had stepped out of a Tom of Finland novel. Once again, I thought to myself “I will do anything you want.” As soon as this thought entered my head I felt confused. Here I was, bound to a table in the basement of a man whose name was still a mystery to me. Gagged, plugged and with my balls and nips being tortured, and yet I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone else. I had never done anything more than have vanilla sex. Why wasn’t I doing everything in my power to escape? What was going on here?

He came over without a word. He had a black-leather riding crop in his hand, and he immediately began to drag the end of it lightly over my body. He started caressing the bottom of my foot with it, which tickled slightly. Across my calf, around my kneecap, up the inside of my thigh – dragging it higher and higher until it rested gently on my ball sack. He left it there, pressed against my balls for minute, and then Thwack! He swatted my balls with sharp sting. It took me by surprise. My body jumped, tugging my balls against the binds that held them, adding to the punishing blow. Luckily, I was well strapped to the table, so I couldn’t move that far.

Then he continued the journey north across my body — caressing my hard cock, up the side of my abs and across the chest. Then he lightly tapped the clamp on my nipple making it jump up and down, bringing new pain into my chest and making me cry out. He did this first to one, and then the other. Keeping the rhythm and timing such that I couldn’t predict which one he would hit, or how hard.

By now I was sweating. He ran the crop up to my armpit, around to my shoulder, down my arm to my bound wrist. And then he started hitting me with it randomly. First he hit the abs, then the chest, again the chest, and then the balls. Repeating over and over again randomly. Most of the hits were light and playful, but every fourth or fifth hit was a hard sting. I had never experienced anything like it. My mind was racing trying to anticipate his next move.

This seemed to go on and on. He said nothing, but kept hitting me until I was covered in sweat and seriously wondering how I could take any more. At this point I even started to loose my erection.

He finally stopped, came around to stand near my head and grabbed my back of my neck with one hand and covered the gag in my mouth with the other. “I’m going to take this off you now” he said. “Don’t make a sound, or I will put it back on and beat with you with the crop some more.” I nodded my acquiescence.

He slowly untied the handkerchief and pulled the wadded one out of my mouth. What a relief to have this out. My mouth was completely dry at this point, but I didn’t dare ask for any water. I then felt him take some kind of cloth and start putting it over my head. It was hood of some sort that covered the eyes and ears, leaving only my nose and mouth exposed.

Once that was secured, he asked “are you thirsty?” Remembering that he told me not to speak, I simply nodded yes. “Open your mouth” he said as he tilted my head back over the side of the table.

He then put his cock in my mouth. I immediately started to suck and he slapped my face with his hand. Hard. “You do as I tell you, and only as I tell you” he said. I was confused. I had assumed that was what he wanted. He put his dick back in my mouth and just held it there. He had one hand resting on my throat, and he said, “Drink.” With that, I felt a dribble of piss hit my mouth and I jerked my head in surprise. His hand held my head in place and I started to swallow as the rush of piss came faster and stronger.

I’ve never tasted piss before. The warmth and saltiness took some getting used to and I had to concentrate to keep swallowing with out chocking or letting it spill all over. He seemed to piss forever, and I was relieved as I felt the stream slow down. As it did, he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. “Suck” be said, and I began to give him a blow job I hoped would please him.

As his cock got harder, it got longer and thicker too. I started to get nervous about the size as he kept thrusting further and further down my throat. Finally he pushed his cock all the way in. He was still holding my throat with one hand and he pushed my head up and into his crotch with the other so that his balls were blocking my nose. I couldn’t breath and began to struggle as his he held me firmly pressed against him.

He finally pulled out and I gasped for breath. But he gave me no time to recover and began to the process all over again. In and out, in and out, going deeper into my throat with each thrust until he was rammed into the hilt, smothering me again. Then repeat. My throat was being used like never before and I absolutely loved it. My cock was hard again and I would have swallowed all of him whole if I could.

And then the phone rang. He stopped, my cock still in my mouth. Another ring. It was coming from the pocket of my pants, which were lying on the floor next to the bench. He went and retrieved it. I could tell he was holding the phone in his hand. “Suck” he commanded as he pushed his cock back in my mouth.

“Hello?” He answered my phone. Pause. “May I tell him whose calling?” No, no, no! He didn’t really answer my phone! Oh God! “It’s Bruce” he said to me. “He says he your boss.” I started to try to protest but with his cock still in my mouth, only muffled sounds came out.

“He can’t talk right now” he began. “He has my cock in his mouth.” I’m dying at this point. I can’t believe he’s talking to my boss. I have never been so humiliated. “I don’t think he’s going to make it into the office today. He’s been begging me to fuck him all morning and we are just getting started. But I’ll tell him you called” he said, hanging up.

And then he started to laugh. He pulled out of my mouth and I could hear him really enjoying his prank. I was humiliated. I’m sure to lose my job, I thought. I started to yell at him and he slapped my face again. “Oh be quiet. You love it. Look at your dick. It’s hard as a rock and pulsing with excitement. You’ve never been so happy in your life, you fucking cock-sucker. You’re just a pussy boy who is finally learning his place. This will teach you not to be a cock tease, you cunt. Look at you. You’re pathetic. Your cock is hard, and you can’t wait for more.” And with that he pulled both clamps off my nipples. The pain was searing. And I yelled out loud, tears streaming down my face. He rubbed them hard as the blood rushed back.

He went to the cabinet, pulled out a sizeable dildo and came back to me. “Open wide” he said, as he shoved the thing in my mouth. “Suck on that, and don’t let it drop to the floor.”

He then went around to my balls and gave them a hard slap with his hand, sending a wave of pain deep into my groin. He then untied them releasing them form the pulley and immediately removed the butt plug, leaving my ass feeling empty.

I then heard the sound of him putting on a condom and felt the rubber protected head push up against my asshole. With one push he entered me. God, he felt so good. He immediately began fucking my ass hard and fast. I wish I could have seen him. I desperately wanted to see his hard muscular body pushing up against my legs as he fucked in and out. I was in heaven.

He than began to punch my chest with his fists as he was fucking me. He hit me harder and harder. It began to hurt, but I would have stayed like that for eternity. My legs were numb. My arms were sore from being stretched out so long. My mouth ached from the cock and the dildo but I was in heaven.

He finally pushed into my ass one final time, groaning as he did, and I could tell he was filling the condom that was deep in my ass with cum. I was aching to cum myself, but he hadn’t touched my cock. I just needed one simple tug, but I could tell, it wasn’t to be.

After he came, he pressed his body against my legs as he recovered his breath, and then finally he slowly pulled out. He came around near my head again and removed the dildo I still had in my mouth. “Open” he said. I held my mouth open as he emptied the contents of the condom into my mouth. “Drink it pig. Swallow every drop. You’re nothing but a worthless cock tease. What do you have to say for yourself cunt?” he asked.

“I’m nothing but a worthless cock tease, Sir.” Sir? Where did that come from? It slipped from my mouth as naturally as could be.

He responded by removing the hood and then spitting in face. Hitting me squarely between the eyes. My cock was still erect. Aching to cum.

He slowly walked away, ascending the stairs he had carried me down previously. Where was he going? Was he going to just leave me here like this?

I didn’t dare shout out to him though. He had taught me a lesson. And I knew not to cross him. After a while, I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to flashes of light. He was standing above me, taking pictures of me with my cell phone. Capturing me naked and exposed. A souvenir of sorts, I assumed.

He then gently began cleaning me up with a warm wet cloth. His caresses so gentle and caring it total fucked with my perception of him. Who was this man? My head was spinning. I didn’t know what to think.

When he finished he unbound my wrists and gently moved and rubbed my arms to restore circulation and movement and then proceeded to do the same thing with my ankles and legs. Then he removed both the straps that were holding me firm against the table. “Get up and get dressed” he commanded.

I did as I was told. My underwear was cut in half, so I put on my pants without them. Then I realized my shirt was in the same shape.

“Here” he said, as he threw a tank top at me. It was light grey and stained with sweat. I put it over my head. It smelled of him. It hung loosely around my body, but I could tell it would have been tight around his massive torso.

When I finished dressing, he grabbed me by the coller and roughly pulled me across the room and up the stairs, choking me in the process. When we got up the stairs the light was bright and intense. I had to squint from the change.

“I hope you learned a lesson, faggot” he said.

“I did, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I replied.

With that he removed the collar and pushed open the front door, holding it for me to exit. I hesitated, and turned to look at him. “Leave.” He said dismissively. I was crushed. I wanted a hug, a kiss, anything. But at that point I knew I was just a pathetic cock tease. And I wasn’t worthy of any of that. I turned and walked through the door. As soon as I did, I heard the door shut decisively.

I began walking down the sidewalk, my head spinning. There was a coffee shop up on the left. I needed a minute to calm down and clear my head so I went in, ordered a large coffee and took a seat at a table in the back corner facing the door. The coffee definitely helped and after a few minutes, I started to relax.

At this point I think my eyes were closed. I heard the bell on the door jingle as someone walked into the coffee shop. I opened my eyes and saw him filling the doorway, wearing the same tight white t-shirt and Adidas warm up pants he wore when we met in front of the pet store.

“Hey buddy, you okay?” he asked as he crossed the floor to my table. He bent over and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth making my heart race once again. “I’m glad you agreed to meet me here afterword. How you feeling?” he asked as he took a seat directly across from me.

“Dazed, excited, confused, overwhelmed… content” I replied. I was really overcome with emotion at the point. I felt his strong leg press up against mine under the table and he reached out and touched my hand. His firm grip both assuring me and turning me on at the same time.

“You completely exceeded my expectation.” I continued. “I had no idea you would be able to get in my head that way.”

A large smile appeared on his face, and I saw that same wink in his eye. “It was good for me too. You were amazing, you completely turned me on.”

We were quite then, and he was really looking me over. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “I sense something’s bothering you?”

“MY BOSS!” I replied. “What am I going to do about my job?”

At that he burst out laughing, and I saw his eyes start to water. “Check your call history, its my number” he said. “I put that rubber hood on you in part so you couldn’t see me calling your cell. It wasn’t your boss at all.”

I was confused. “But…”

“When we were setting up the scene on Recon you specifically told me you wanted to be humiliated,” he continued. “Well, you were indeed humiliated, right?”

“So my boss didn’t call?” I repeated.

“No,” he said

“That was you?” I asked again incredulously.

He shook his head slowly with a grin and a chuckle. “I told you to trust me. I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to.”

The feeling of relief rushed through my entire body. “Oh, sweet Jesus” I said.

“You were so beautiful bound and helpless,” I said. “I used your phone to take some pictures so you could see how fucking hot you were.”

I picked up my phone and started scrolling through the images. Fuck, every image was hot. The light from the bare bulb picked up the atmosphere and made my body look incredible. I had never seen myself that way. Looking at those pictures made my cock get rock hard yet again.

“So, what happens now?” I asked.

“Well, I think you should take a little time. You’re sure to have mixed feelings about all this in the next few days. I’ll call you two weeks from today. We can go from there. Sound good?” he replied.

I nodded my head in agreement. What did this mean? Would he really call? Would I be able to see him again? Where did I want it to go from here? Maybe he was right. Maybe I did need a little time.

Then he stood up, turned, and said, “but I’ll call you, understand? Under no circumstance can you contact me. If you do, this all ends here.” With that, he walked out the door without glancing back.

I ordered another coffee, put my headphones on and cranked the volume of another Marilyn Manson song “…so turn around, walk away, before we confuse the way we abuse each other…if your not afraid of getting hurt, then I’m not afraid of how much I hurt you…”

Leaving the coffee shop to go home, I could still smell his scent from the tank top he gave me.

 

To be continued …