By Raybound

The Starlight Bar certainly lived up to its name. The half hour drive out into the desert was transformational. With the light pollution of the city gone the whole sky was an inky blackness, punctuated by innumerable twinkling lights. I drew my vintage VW Bug cabriolet into the parking lot amongst the hordes of Harleys and pick ups.

The bar’s name flashed in blue neon and country rock blared from the interior. I sat for a couple of minutes, contemplating what I was doing, weighing up both the risks and the benefits. I had seen online that the place was a hangout for bikers and leathermen, the latter being what drove me.

I thought that I would just have one drink and see the lie of the land. This was certainly no place for a preppie looking thirty something. I wasn’t naive, I knew that I might easily be swept out of my depth here. I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer.

The write up had certainly been accurate. Virtually every guy in the place looked as if he had just stepped off a Harley. Tom of Finland had been my porn of choice for almost two decades and most of those who were drinking looked as if they would fit in perfectly. For the first time I felt my cock stiffen inside my chinos.

I was barely half way through my beer when Jed sidled up.

“I guess it’s your first time in here, I’ve not seen you before.”

I agreed that it was the case.

“So, what are you into?”

His question threw me a little. I wasn’t expecting to have to give an answer to an enquiry like that quite so soon. I just mumbled something about the scene being a long term interest of mine that I wanted to explore a bit more.

Jed was a few inches taller than me, six one or two maybe and had an athletic swimmers build, broad shouldered and powerful. His belted black leather jeans were worn tucked into a fantastic pair of matching boots that laced right up to the knee where they were tied with bows. My cock expanded a little more as I moved closer to the bar, embarrassed that he might notice it.

“Come over to our table and meet my partner Tom. We don’t bite, well at least not until we get to know you a little better.”

I laughed a little nervously but followed him across to where a guy in Dehners sat drinking beer from a bottle. I sat between them. Both were probably in their forties, Tom more a bear to Jed’s athletic build, both seemed decent enough guys, I began to relax, enjoying the company of men that I had fantasised over for half my life.

Tom was quite heavily muscled with a shaven head and a variety of tattoos on his upper arms that were exposed by the short sleeved leather tee shirt that clung to his massive chest, exactly the type that I wanked myself silly to over the past fifteen years.

“I am guessing that you have not had a great deal of experience in the scene?” Jed posed the question as if he already knew the answer.

Tom spoke for the first time, a voice deeper than his partner’s that I found extremely erotic.

“Well don’t fritter your life away boy, you need to jump in before it’s too late and you wonder where the years went.”

This struck me as apposite. I had been pondering exactly this for several years now. I decided to jump in.

“Would you guys like to show me the ropes?”

Tom laughed. “The ropes, the chains, the shackles. I think whatever your taste we have the equipment.”

Jed leant forward. “I know that it is a lot to ask of a newbie, but if you want to put your trust in us I think that by this time tomorrow your life might be entirely different.”

I needed to make a decision. These guys turned me on amazingly. Ok, there was a tiny chance that I might end up in a shallow grave. I wasn’t naive but I was cock driven now, the erection was so stiff that it was almost painful.

“What are we talking here, twenty four hours?”

Tom looked at me, his blue eyes locking onto mine. “You have our word as gentleman. This time tomorrow you will be back in this bar, then it will be up to you how you go from there.”

We went out into the parking lot. The night air was warm and balmy. We stood beside Jed’s massive pick up truck.

“Take off all your clothes, put them in the truck and put your arms behind your back.”

“Yes Sir” I replied. I did as I was ordered and felt my wrists being bound by rope. Tom lifted me bodily into the load deck of the truck and I was soon tightly bound in a hogtie. The cover was drawn across my naked body and I heard the driver’s door slam as Jed slipped behind the steering wheel. The distinctive sound of a Harley engine filled my head. I realised that Tom was following us on his bike.

In the total darkness I had absolutely no idea where we  were headed. Eventually I felt the truck turn off the main road and the ride became bumpier, probably the sign we were on an unmade road. I guessed that we had been travelling half an hour, but probably not back towards the city. When the cover was drawn back my suspicion was confirmed. The night was pitch black apart from the stars, silent apart from the eerie distant cry of some animal.

The hogtie was undone enough to allow me to walk, a blindfold put around my head, somewhat unnecessarily considering I didn’t have a clue where we were. Once inside the blindfold was removed and Tom frogmarched me through the house. Then he grabbed me by the hair, I shrieked in protest despite the fact that I found this highly erotic. Tom ignored my protests as he dragged me down a flight of concrete steps that led to…I knew not where.

The heavy timbered door and the bottom of the steps looked as if it belonged in a medieval castle. He lifted the heavy timber beam that barred the entrance and I found myself in an underground room. A cellar, but no ordinary cellar.

Apart from the grey stone floor the entire place was painted black. Three steel barred holding cells formed the far end of the dungeon. For that is what I now realised this place was. Two of the cell doors hung open, the other appeared to be locked. This one contained a naked man. He was on his knees and wore a heavy steel collar attached to a bolt in the floor by a chain. His arms were behind his back and his wrists were manacled and connected by a short steel chain. I realised that the stress of being held in this position would amount to torture. My cock hardened some more as I contemplated the scene. He wore a leather head harness that covered his skull totally, straps encircled it  allowing only an occasional low  groan that barely escaped from beneath his hood.

Briefly I took in my surroundings. The dungeon had been fitted out superbly, clearly without regard to expense. There was all sorts of equipment, most of it designed specifically for the confinement and I presumed, the torture of guys like the one in the cell for Jed and Tom’s entertainment. At the centre of the dungeon a hook hung from the ceiling, operated manually by chains attached to a large iron pulley that was fixed to a ceiling joist.

A padded bench with Y shaped projections to either end had heavy leather straps attached across it’s centre and also to all four limbs, meant for binding the limbs of whoever had been chosen to receive a beating. I had little doubt that, once secured to this sturdy frame you would be going nowhere until your punishment was completed to the satisfaction of whichever of these guys wielded one of a variety of canes and whips displayed on the metal rack affixed to the wall to one side.

Tom released his grip on me and pushed me down onto the cold stone floor. His Dehner boot quickly kicked me over onto my back. Placing the boot on my chest and applying enough of his considerable weight to make me cry out in pain he ensured that I was unable to move. Jed stood over me, enjoying the show. I squirmed beneath Tom’s boot like some sort of trapped insect. My captors had no intention of letting their prey escape. I shook with fear, wondering exactly what I had let myself in for.

Tom contemplated me for a moment before speaking.

“You are going to serve us boi in every way we desire. and I am warning you, some of our desires are way beyond anything your wildest nightmares might hold.”

Jed had crossed to the wall rack and selected a pair of heavy stainless steel fetters and a spreader bar. He weighed the fetters briefly in his gloved hands before clamping them around my ankles. They hinged shut, the cool metal snug against my flesh. He clipped them to the metal bar which he lifted effortlessly with one big, muscled arm. He connected it to the hook of the hoist As he hauled on the chain my legs were lifted into the air. Suddenly my head was clear of the floor, my world now upside down as I hung helplessly from the dungeon ceiling.

I watched as Tom’s Dehners and skin tight breeches came and went as my body turned lazily in mid air. Slowly I rose higher still until my head was roughly level with first his crotch, then Jed’s. I noticed that both were noticeably swollen as their sexual excitement grew. The next time my body swung back I saw the fearsome image of Tom running a heavy black leather bullwhip through his gloved hands.

Jed placed a steel link chain around my waist and I felt the cool steel of a heavy pair of manacles being secured around my wrists and attached to the chain in the small of my back. I presumed that this was to prevent any attempt at protecting myself from the whip and giving Tom an easy target. My eyes focused on the whip. It was about five feet in length, made of thick braided leather and tapered to a cracker at the tip of its single tail. I guessed that in the right hands it could do real damage and I had little doubt that Tom’s were the right hands. He teased it through his fingers, his black Highway Patrolman’s gloves taut around long, tapered fingers that seemed almost too delicate for such a strong, heavily built guy. I considered his boots and gloves thinking that perhaps Tom worked in law enforcement, maybe a motorbike cop.

He moved in towards me, standing legs apart as he gave my body a gentle push to set it swaying. Every time I swung back towards him my lips made contact with the firm leather bulge at his crotch.

“Oh, I do like that boi. I can tell that you are going to be very good at that. But first we have some unfinished business don’t we?”

On my next swing the whip was before him. “You may kiss the whip boi.”

He held me in position as I felt the braided leather cool beneath my lips. I kissed it as ordered and Tom released his grip on me, allowing my body to recommence its gentle, pendulum like swinging. I noticed that Jed now held a small camera. My whipping was to be filmed. I wondered if this might end up doing the rounds of the internet, not that I was particularly bothered. I imagined all those guys watching, knowing that they would be furiously wanking as they watched the action that I was about to be a passive participant in.

Jed had also in his hands a heavy black leather hood which was soon locked into place and secured by multiple straps that ran around my skull. A steel bit was pushed between my teeth that served both to prevent me from speaking and also held my mouth wide open. The significance of this with my face now at crotch level was not lost on me.

The first stroke of the whip came as a bolt out of the blue. I heard the crack of the whip and felt the impact of the leather tail across my buttocks. A fraction of a second later the pain registered in my brain, an intense, searing, burning pain the like of which I had never known. My scream, restricted somewhat by the steel bit gag, sounded shrill. It reverberated around the dungeon. My whole body bucked and rocked causing the chains of the hoist to rattle.

Tom stepped forward and grabbed the chains to steady me before stepping back and unleashing a second stroke. I heard the swish of leather cutting the air and then the pain came again, a stunning impact of leather on soft flesh. I screamed again, fighting my steel bonds. A totally unequal contest of sinews and muscle against cold, hard steel, a contest in which there was only ever going to be one winner.

The trouble with sadists I was to discover is that once they start to hurt you and you react to the pain in a manner that I now was, with loud, pathetic screams, that only encourages them to further action. Tom was to be no exception and the strokes of his heavy braided whip now fell thick and fast, finding their target unerringly, tightly grouped across my now deeply bruised buttocks. Wild red weals that quickly darkened to purple-black.

Watching Jed’s film later I could see the droplets of blood oozing up through the skin. My screams had died away as the effects of subspace took over, like some magic alchemy transforming my perception of pain. I became lost in a haze of endorphins the body’s natural painkillers.

Tom stood back for a long moment, admiring his handiwork. A boi, naked, sobbing and beaten. Suspended and completely ready for him to take his pleasure. I watched as the zipper of his leather breeches lowered and the most massive cock I had ever seen emerged in all its glory. Uncut and at least eight inches in length its most remarkable feature was its girth. Carefully Tom drew his foreskin back across the purple ridge. Precum was pooling on the head and I stared directly at his jap’s eye that seemed to be winking at me, mocking my situation. I bent my body forwards and took it into my mouth, just long enough to suck it clean.

Tom’s cock had now been joined by a massive pair of balls that I guessed were full of hot jiss that was soon to be heading my way. Once more I felt the firm flesh inside my mouth as a firm thrust of his leather clad hips drove his meat directly into the entrance of my throat. I felt my airways immediately blocked as his cock entered me to the fullest, deepest extent. I felt the pathetic gurgling inside my head, all I could manage by way of protest…or was it appreciation?

With jaws clamped wide apart and Tom’s weapon reaming its way deep inside me there was nothing I could do but hope that he climaxed before I suffocated. Time and again his massive cock drove hard into my throat. I knew enough to realise that it was my very vulnerability and helplessness that drove him on, stiffening his cock as he drilled his hanging sub.

Luckily for me Tom was so turned by his sadistic foreplay that he was unable to hold his orgasm back for long. Now it was his turn to fill the dungeon with the sound of his climax as with one final, huge thrust of his hips his whole load launched itself into my throat. His loud scream was one of both pleasure and triumph that celebrated his victory over a bound and helpless boi whose one function now was to be a receptacle for the thick, creamy man juice that now pumped like a fountain into my throat.

Unable to swallow due to the steel ring holding my mouth in a full rictus I could do no more than cough to clear my airways of Tom’s hot jiss. No sooner had he withdrawn than Jed passed him the camera with instructions to keep filming. Jed’s cock was smaller, although still substantial. Nevertheless it was still challenging as it too was quiet enough to fill my throat. Fortunately the show had been enough to take him too almost to the brink. Before long his screams too filled the dungeon as my throat received its second load of sperm as my introduction to bdsm concluded.

Jed dropped me off at the Starlight Bar at dusk the following evening. The slip of paper in my pocket with his mobile number written on it. I assured him that I would be calling it very soon to arrange our next session.

Metal would like to thank the author, Raybound, and welcome him to the Prison Library!