By Steellock
Jess looked around the big barn dungeon. All around there were scenes of bondage and BDSM. Men indulging in ‘leather sex’ of all kinds.
On one side a guy was strapped to a wheel being tortured by electrical shocks, applied to pads placed on the muscles of his legs and arms, he had ring contacts on his cock and a pair of polar clamps passing current through his tits.
Other guys were being flogged and whipped on a pair of St. Andrews crosses. Scenes in all directions.
In the middle of the wide space there were two matching leather covered tables. On one a heavily built black haired man in black boots was locked into a steel ankle and wrist bar. His head, wrapped with a black leather gag, was writhing from side to side.
It’s past two o’clock in the morning in a quiet upscale neighborhood. Two disguised men have crossed a lawn belonging to one of the larger homes at the end of the street’s cul-de-sac. Using a suction cup and glass cutter, they break into one of the side windows of the darkened house.
Drip…another lump of slime falls into my open mouth hole with an audible plop. i’ve no idea how long we’ve been tied like this. All i can do is stare up at the handsome beast above me. Tough looking, masculine, muscled, handsome. Drip…when i’d been dragged in i’d instantly got hard at the sight of him…naked…hogtied…gagged….sweating…struggling….drooling. He was dirty, a few bruises, looked like he’d been in a fight maybe. Wide leather straps secured him into the vicious hogtie, muscles straining. His grunts and groans the only thing breaking the silence. He looked angry, aggressive, scary….fuckin hot. A Beast.
