John & Brady SORE ASSED

Author: nickbond
Title: John & Brady : SORE ASSED
Date: 01 May 2008

I arrived on time and let myself in via the garage door like always. A good-sized normal looking house in the suburbs with an attached garage. Here lives John. I've been here several times and had always looked forward to coming back, each time waiting for the message, sometimes by sms, sometimes an email or a message on msn. Just as before, I took my clothes off, laid them in the corner, moved to the middle of the room, put on the hood that's laying there, handcuffed himself hands behind my back, knelt down and waited.

When kneeling naked handcuffed and hooded in the middle of an empty darkened room, you're never quite sure how much time has passed. The mind wonders and the dick drips pre-cum in anticipation. The only sense of time is chain of events - when positions are moved, when things are applied and removed, but never able to relate to hours, mintues and seconds.

In this case, the next event was feeling the thick leather collar come around my neck from behind and pulled tight and buckled firmly. Each time that I come here, kneeling there in the middle of the garage, I've tried to listen harder but I've never been able to hear him coming. That surprise never fails to pump a shot of adrenaline into my senses, and the brain switches into slave mind.

The laces behind the hood were tightened. John unzipped the hood at the mouth and gagged me with a penis gag, pushed it in deep, pulled it tigh behind and buckled up firm. Even though the hood did not have eye holes, he still added a heavy-padded blindfold, again tightly buckled up behind. The hood, the blindfold, the gag, the collar would all stay on for the rest of the trip. The only times they are released during the session is to tighten them, usually several times. He likes them tight and so do I. I've never seen the house inside besides the garage. It always starts and ends in the garage. And in between, the hood and blindfold has always been on. I guess that's why he was never bothered with my not having a facepic, and has never showed an interest in my face. To him, the body and the mind is what matters.

The cuffs came off, replaced by wrist restraints. A thick heavy chain attaches to the collar and I'm led out of the room into another. Up till here, each time it's been the same, in the exact same sequence. But from here on, no single trip has been remotely the same.

This time, I'm put on a bench-type thing, in a dog position, strapped in and strapped down. Not being able to see it, I imagine it is one of those benches I've seen on internet pics. Ankles, knees, thighs elbows, wrists, waste chests, neck, head, even my cock was bound tight and balls were stretched firmly to the bench. All in there must have been 40+ straps tightly hugging me to the bench. After strapping me in, he went one more round tightening each strap, and one more round. After the third round, he was satisfied I could move no more than a few millimeters even when I struggled hard. He knew I love this tight bondage and I can tell you John's damn good at it.

I felt some cold lube rubbed around my ass, something probed around my asshole and before I could say aarrggh it plunged up my ass firm, hard and swift. Aarrggh. OK, I recognise this one - it's a buttplug, a decent sized one, not small. As my ass struggled to adapt to this thing, it was yanked out almost as fast as it went in. Aaarrrgggh. In and out it went on and on. Grmphh - a hard buttplug fuck. I can tell you buttplug as its name suggests is designed as a plug to stay on, and is NOT designed for fucking.

Earlier in the week, I've added this in my slave profile. "thinking of leaving your place with an ass so sore, when i walk/sit for the next few days, i'll be reminded of you". He must have seen it. I've never quite negotiated any scenes, to me it feels odd to be negotiating. A bondage that's about my wants that I asks for just feels weird. For fuck sake, it's not Christmas or Grant-a-wish Charity. So when I wrote that in my profile, I was not expecting it to happen. I was merely expressing a curiosity and a turn-on. I've found that John has a uncanny sense in hooking into that, mixing turn-ons and turn-offs in such fine balance that it so blatantly stamps his pure control all over me. Is he the supermaster that has that control over all other slaves too, I dont know and I dont care to know. All I know is he's got a grip on me. That has gotten me so addicted to him, which further amplifies the control-submission experience (in case you wonder why I keep coming back to John). Gee I wondered off again.

What came next confirmed it's the ass thing. He tried to fist me!!! One finger, two fingers, three and then four. I was so moaning with discomfort and distorted pleasure. I've never been fisted before (he knows from the slave checklist I submitted to him). I'm a medium built guy with a small frame and that comes with a tight ass. Add little ass experience to that and a virgin fisting is undoubtedly borderline traumatic. It freaks me out when I think of fisting but yet having never tried it makes me naturally curious.

The fifth, the thumb, joined in but no matter how he tried stretching and lubing my asshole, his hand just would not fit in. At this point I was not thinking much. Relax, I keep hearing John. Not sure if I was panicking, freaked out by the thought of being fisted, or just trying to cope with pain. I must have slipped into a passive subspace and not having much active control of myself anymore. Being very submissive, obedient and cooperative sub that I am, I'm sure I would have tried to relax more if I could. Anyway, that my ass did not relax. A few good whipping did not help my mind convince the ass to cooperate too.

After some more stretching with a bigger buttplug fuck and a thick dildo, the second fisting attempt still failed and he decided to move on, ending my first fisting in a disaster - hurt, disappointed and freaked out. Knowing John, I'm sure that will not be the last attempt, perhaps another time another day especially when I least expected it.

He climbed over me and slided his dick into my ass. The fisting attempt must have worked up his appetite in my ass. In the past trips, he has never shown an interest nor came close to fucking me. I've never asked why. So there he was fucking me, long, hard and deep.

For the next minutes or hours, I was fucked and fucked and fucked. Not just by John's dick, but by almost anything and everything. Vibrating dildos, non-vibrating dildos, buttplugs, cold steel pipes, bottles, anal beads, other things that I could not recognise and at least three other dicks. (He must have called in friends). Confused and full of pain, I could still feel the different sized dicks. They came sometime between the anal beads and another buttplug fuck.

When all the action paused, I was gasping for breath, tired from screaming into the gag, and exhausted from straining against the bondage. John started releasing the straps and helped me off the bench. As I stood up, my legs buckled and I almost fell to the ground. John caught me and lifted me up. Supporting my weight in one arm, he half-dragged me into another room. There he worked me into a full body harness. Once the few main straps were firmly buckled, he attached the harness to a metal bar and pulled on a chain. It lifted me off my feet, off John's arms into suspension. For the next moments, he worked to finish up all the straps, tigtehning and re'tightenning. Locked my hands behind my back. Locked my ankles to a metal bar, chained the metal bar to the wall and lifted my feet back and up.

He then went on to clamp my tits, adding weights to them. Then my balls were tied with a thick rope, pulled hard and stretched, the other end of the rope tied to the metal bar. Then he hung a weight on the tight rope. That added an additional pull on the balls that was already stretched at its limits.

John took a step back, gave me a slight push and I started swinging in suspension, the tit weights and the ball weight swinging along with me. I almost lost myself in a hynpnotic trance.

I lost sime time. Totally did not notice him putting a buttplug up my ass and hooking it up to electro. I only noticed it when he spoke to me. His voice bringing my mind back from suspension.

"I've got you suspended and hooked up your ass to electro so while you and I have a rest, your ass will still be worked." He turned up the electro power and that's when I noticed the pulsing in my ass. It increased until it hurt and I groaned into the gag.

"Pain?" I grumbled a yes into the gag. He tuned it down slightly, just slightly so it did not really hurt, but was still highly uncomfortable.

"Well we're almost done today. Pretty good and intense, I liked it much. I want to fuck you one more time today. But my dick needs some time and I need to get some work done. You're hanging right here in my work room, so dont worry... I'm not leaving you alone. You can hear me talk, breathe, work. Bet you like that heh? Just hang there, relax and wait. You've had a long one and must be exhausted. That thing will continue working your ass. When I'm done with my work, you'll be fucked. Then we're done." With that, he lightly slap-patted my cheeks, grabbed my face in his hands and said "good boy".

When all was over - he was done with his work and done with that one more fuck up my ass - I was let down from the suspension and led back to the garage. As the gag came off, I asked if I could sleep over. I did not know what time it was but I was too exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He said sure, led me to a little room next to the garage. The room was pretty bare, had a single bunk bed in the corner and that was about it. He left, locking the door behind me. "There's a motion detector in here. When you wake up, just get off the bed and wait. I'll know you are awake." I climbed into bed and fell asleep.

- Brady -