Now the Real Fun Begins

Author: spartan
Title: Now the Real Fun Begins
Date: 13 December 2010

For the sixth time I asked myself why I was doing this. I’ve never done anything like this before. Here I am going to meet two guys I’ve never met before that I only chatted with on the internet. They seemed nice on the internet site, but you never know.

I’ve always been interested in bondage, having been turned on by it. Many times I’ve ejaculated when putting myself in easy bondage. But I’ve never gotten up the gumption to try to have someone else put me in bondage.

For bondage I’ve been attracted to other men. I’ve shot off while watching or reading stories on the internet about other men being tortured in bondage. That’s what made me start looking at gay bondage sites. That’s how I got in contact with these two guys and started chatting with them. And now, here I am going to see them. At least it’s Friday night of a 3-day weekend, so I’ll have time to recover.

They said tonight they were having a gay bondage party which extended into the next day, and that the other guests were familiar with the routine, so I should arrive early for them to prepare me. I was to avoid solid foods for a day and to give myself an enema before leaving home, which I did. And they gave instructions on what I was to do when I got there. They sounded so mysterious. But when I questioned them they said it was just their way, and if I wanted to play with them I’d have to accept it.

Well, here I am at the place they told me to go to. I’ve come this far so I may as well go on with it.

They said the door would be unlocked and they would not be there to greet me, so I should just walk into the entranceway. They said to take off all my clothes and leave them in the bag there, and to put on the gear that was setting there. First, I should put the ear plugs in my ears. Second, I should strap the gag in my mouth, pulling the strap tight. Third, I should put the rubber hood over my head and zip down the back side after making sure the nose holes lined up. Fourth, I should put handcuffs that were setting there onto my wrists behind my back.

There’s all the gear. Well, here goes. I take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then I put on everything that they told me to. The ear plugs and the gag were easy to get on. The hood was difficult because it was smaller than my head. But being made of rubber, I could stretch it, and I finally got the zipper closed. I also had a little trouble finding the handcuffs after the hood was on. The gag was a little strange, a reinforced metal circle in the front which kept my mouth wide open. And the hood with only the nose holes covered my wide-open mouth. But I could manage O.K. in them. I was instructed to just stand there and wait after I had the gear on, so I did.

After awhile I felt someone turn me around and guide me along for a ways. My already hard penis was softened and, along with my balls, put into some kind of cage with an attached belt that was put around my waist. I figured this was a chastity device and belt. My handcuffs were tightened. Then I was set down onto my stomach. My ankles were put into another set of restraints. Then my legs were forced up near my wrists and secured to the handcuffs. I was now in a hogtie position. Two guys carried me and set me down on my knees. My legs were supported somehow. After awhile I felt them close something around my neck. I waited.

I was there waiting for quite awhile, unable to see or hear anything, but being in bondage. The bondage was exciting me, as was my curiosity of what was going to happen, but the cage wouldn’t let my penis get erect.

After quite awhile I felt someone unzip and remove my hood. What I saw was a shock. It was a guy sitting just in front of me on top of a box, me inside except for my head which was immediately in front of him, with his erect penis ready to put into my wide open mouth. The guy soon did that, moving it in and out until he shot off his load into my throat. I couldn’t close my mouth because of the gag. He then re-zipped my hood back on and I was just left there to wonder what the heck is going on.

This occurred several more times before I could catch a glimpse of what was happening further away from me. There were a lot of people in the room, and other boxes with hooded heads sticking out of them. Each box had a number painted on it. There seemed to be some sort of auction.

This was certainly not what I had expected from the internet chat with those two guys. I apparently was one of a series of prizes being auctioned off to the highest bidder, for the winning bidder to cum into my mouth.

After several more hours of this, someone finally unzipped my hood and removed the gag and ear plugs. He was dressed all in leather and had a big smile on his face. I demanded to know what the hell was going on. It was one of the two guys I’d chatted with on the internet, and he told me that they were having a fund-raiser for the local Gay Men’s Club here at their building, and I was one of the prizes. He said they’d raised over $1,000 from the party that evening.

I told him that was all well and good, but it was sprung on me as a surprise and I didn’t appreciate it. It was a worry that I didn’t know whether any of the guys who ejaculated into me was HIV positive.

He responded that he understood my reaction, but that this was the initiation into the club, that every member of the club, including all the people there this evening, had been put through the same thing the same way, including himself, that everybody is regularly tested with no-one being HIV positive. Then he welcomed me as a member of the club, and said that tomorrow all of us in the boxes were going to have some bondage fun along the lines of what was promised. The club will be closed to everyone else except for a couple of clean-up crew while we enjoy it.

This took a bit of digesting. With that he put my ear plugs back in, strapped on a rubber penis gag, zipped my hood back on and apparently walked away. So this was also my bed for the night. It was difficult to sleep in this uncomfortable position, but I was able to get a few snatches of sleep in before being awakened again the next morning.

In my conversations with the two guys on the internet, they had asked me what I thought my role would be in a relationship. I had told them that I was submissive rather than dominant, that I‘d like to be put into bondage and tortured. They said that since they were two masters, they could introduce me to a slave role with extra bondage and punishment, which I agreed to. They said that they would show me the proper way to behave and be treated. That was what I came over expecting to get. I suppose I had been a slave last night. But it was not the introduction I had expected.

When my hood was unzipped the next morning and the ear plugs and gag removed, it was the same guy I talked to last night. He was again dressed all in black leather, though different, and his attitude was quite different. As I started to complain that my knees were hurting from being there so long, he roared, “SILENCE” at me. He said that I was now his slave in training, and the only words I was to utter were “Yes, Sir”, “No, Sir”, or “Thank You, Sir”. He asked if I understood? I responded, “Yes, Sir”. He then said that I must need to relieve myself. With that he opened the side of the box and put a cup under my penis, telling me to empty out. Since the cage my penis was in had a hole to urinate through, I was able to relieve myself. Then he strapped on a rubber gag which had a basin attached above it. He poured my urine into the basin and I was forced to drink it. Yuck. But I knew better than to complain. With that done he removed the piss gag and replaced it with the rubber penis gag, zipped the hood back up, and said he was going to eat breakfast. He re-closed the box and left. At least I was enjoying the bondage.

After awhile my hood was unzipped again, and my leather-clad internet acquaintance started removing me from the box. After he got me out he kept me in the hogtie and started putting a metal collar on which had cuffs attached by short chains to it. The collar was quite tight. I had told him in internet chat that I was turned on by tight collars which would choke me a little, so he must have gotten it specially for me. My penis tried to get erect, but couldn’t.

After the collar was on and padlocked, he removed the handcuffs and put my wrists in the cuffs attached to the collar. These were also quite tight, and he padlocked them on as well. Then he removed my ankle restraints and helped me get up on my feet. He led me into the kitchen, slowly since my legs were not used to moving after their long confinement, and told me to wash the dishes. With the party the night before and the breakfast, there were a lot of dirty dishes. I knew what response he needed, so I said, “Yes, Sir”, and started getting the dirty dishes better organized and started the task of washing them.

It must have taken an hour and a half, but I finally finished them. My “Sir” said, “Good job. Here’s a reward”, and gave me a cookie. It was funny looking, like a dog’s biscuit, and also funny tasting, but I needed some food. Then he took my wrists out of the cuffs and took off my collar. He put cuffs on my wrists behind my back, put the rubber penis gag back in, zipped on the rubber hood again, and led me into another room. There he sat me down on a wooden box, put a cuff on each ankle which he padlocked to hooks embedded in the box, and padlocked the short connecting chain on the handcuffs to a hook embedded in the back bottom of the box. He also chained my cock in chastity to a hook embedded in the front bottom of the box. Then he put a tight metal collar on me over the rubber hood, probably the same size as the other but much tighter since it was over the rubber hood. He clipped a chain to it that was hanging down from the ceiling. He had to lift me up, box and all, to clip the hooks on three sides of the collar to the particular loop in the chain that would be taut. I was stretched to the limit, unable to move much of any of my body and having trouble breathing. Finally he put clothes pins on my nipples.

He said, “I know you are turned on by the tight collar and wish to ejaculate, but you have to learn that a slave can’t until the master allows it. In the meantime, I’m going to be busy with two other slaves in training, so you’ll have to sit here for a few hours. I’ve tried to make it as comfortable for you as I could.” Then he left.

Comfortable, he says. Hard, tight, stimulating bondage, yes; but not comfortable. But this was more like what I came here hoping to experience. After a couple of hours I heard someone in the room. He came over to me and started fiddling with my nipples, tickling them at first, then pinching them, then twisting them, taking off the clothes pins and biting them, then putting hard clamps on them. I started yelling with pain into my gag, but the only reaction from this was for the guy to start laughing. Then I heard the familiar voice yell out, “Stop playing with my slave!”

A different voice in front of me said, “What makes you think this is your slave?”

“I’m the one who invited him here and put him into bondage. You said you came here to help clean up after the party last night. So leave him alone or I’ll put you in cuffs and have at you!”

“Oh yeah? You and what army?”

With that I started hearing a fight. I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like the new guy was beating crap out of my internet acquaintance. It was a strange new experience to have two guys fighting over me. Sure enough, when things quieted down, there was my tormentor at it again with my nipples. He soon had me yelling into my gag again. After chaining the nipple clamps to my chastity belt, pulling my nipples out farther than I thought they could stretch, he left me to my misery. I hadn’t heard anyone leave, so I wondered what the situation was. Soon I started hearing my internet acquaintance yelling into a gag in pain, too. This went on for awhile when a third person entered the room. Apparently this was the other guy I’d chatted with on the internet. There was another argument, another fight, with apparently my tormentor winning this one, too. He must have bound this other internet acquaintance as well.

Then my tormentor came over to me and said, “I can have my pick of any of the guys here, and I want you. After it gets dark I’m going to take you over to my dungeon. I’ve got such a nice variety of severe torture devices. You’re going to love it. But in the meantime, I’ll try to have as much fun with the five other slaves and these two wimps here as I can. But I can at least start preparing you.” With that he brought over a strap and tied my elbows as close together as they would go. Then he left the room.

I had come here to experience bondage and some torture, and had been enjoying it. It sounds like I’m going to get far more than I had expected. My penis was trying to get hard, but couldn’t with the cage on. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move. I could hear, but a lot of good that did. All I could do was wait to be taken who knows where and tortured. I was getting excited from the apprehension and anticipation of what was in store for me.

In the next few hours I would occasionally hear muffled yelling coming from elsewhere in the building. Sometimes I would hear my tormentor come into this room for awhile, and I would start to hear muffled yelling from elsewhere within this room. He came over to me and tightened the strap. Then he took off my handcuffs (he must have removed the keys from my internet acquaintance) and screwed on some cuffs that brought my palms together tightly, still behind my back. These had an attached ring which he padlocked to the box. He then removed the strap from my elbows. My tormentor told me not to worry, that he’s saving the best for me later at his dungeon, but that I‘ll soon start enjoying these new cuffs which will give me a taste of what he has in store for me there.

It didn’t take long to realize why he said what he did about these new cuffs. My shoulders started aching. As time went by the pain became worse. After about an hour and a half the pain was becoming unbearable. I was yelling into my gag. My tormentor came back in response to my screams and said, “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying the cuffs. It won’t be long before I’ll be able to show you some more nice similar toys.” I forced myself to stop my yelling, and was a little surprised to hear my two companions yelling as well. He must be treating the other two similarly.

Then the doorbell rang. My tormentor went to answer it. I started hearing various yells into gags. I heard my tormentor say, “I’m sorry he can’t come to the door. He’s busy training some new slaves.”, and then, “Okay. I’ll give him the message.” He came back up and said he was going to have to leave soon. He came over to me and said that the new cuffs had brought my nipples out further, and they were just begging for more play. So he started massaging around them, unclipping and re-clipping the clamps. All this made for quite a bit more pain, and I increased my yelling into my gag. It just made my tormentor laugh even more.

After checking to make sure the visitors had left and not returned yet, my tormentor told my two internet acquaintances that he was leaving with me and not to try to find us. He said the authorities would not look kindly on their club if they reported this. And he would give them a real beating the next time he sees them. He told them he would return me here in two days to get my clothes.

Finally I was removed from the overhead chain, the padlocks removed from my cuffs and ankles that attached me to the box, and I was taken out to his vehicle, being guided by him grabbing a throbbing shoulder with one hand and covering my mouth with the other (I was yelling into the gag). It was a van, and I was secured to the back of it. Then my tormentor got in and drove off. After a bit he stopped and got out to do something. When he returned he said he removed the spare license plate he‘d found and replaced it with his real one. This guy apparently came here planning to do mischief.

The drive to his place took quite a while. We turned off onto smaller roads several times. He stopped and got out, and it sounded like he opened a mail box to get his mail. Starting up again, the road became dirt or gravel for several miles, before turning and stopping, with the guy getting out to open a gate, drive through and close it again, then driving about another mile on a pretty bumpy road before stopping. He removed the chastity device, saying “I bet you’re glad to get that off”. I obviously was, since my cock immediately sprung to hard attention. On seeing that, the guy laughed, and tied a rope around my cock and balls, pulling me out of the van and into his house by that. He said that since I was being led by my cock and balls in craving bondage he might as well make it reality.

After several openings were made, which must not have been apparent because of the time it took to open them, I was pulled downstairs into what was evidently his dungeon. He attached the three side hooks of my metal collar to some chain, and hoisted it up into the air until I was standing on tiptoes. Then my ankles were chained together as well as my knees. I still had the tight rubber hood on with nose holes only, and hanging by the tight collar I was again having trouble breathing. My cock started leaking pre-cum.

He tied a rope around each wrist, and unlocked the cuffs on my wrists. But the relief for my aching shoulders was only short-lived. He started pulling up one of my wrists behind my back, pulling the rope over my shoulder from the front, until the wrist was just below my neck. Keeping this wrist in place with one hand, he used his other hand to pull my other wrist, and when they were alongside, put them palm-to-palm, and reapplied the cuffs, putting me in a reverse prayer position. He clipped the ring attached to the cuffs to the back ring on my collar.

My tormentor then wrapped a chain tightly several times around my waist and secured it to something behind me. He also attached chains to my collar, ankles, and the ring on my wrist cuffs, pulling these back tightly and securing them to something behind me. I obviously wasn’t going forward. Then he pulled the rope around my cock and balls to tie taut to something in front of me. He also pulled the tit clamps forward and tied them taut to something in front of me. I was stretched from both front, back and up, like one of those bondage cartoons I see pictured on the internet. The thought really excited me.

“I’m going to try to give you a weekend of bondage fun that you will never forget, one that will make you want to return, since my regular play partner moved out of the area. I know you were beginning your slave training. I’ll show you what it’s like to be a real bondage slave. I’m going to try to make you happy here by giving you the bondage and torture we both crave, you to experience and me to inflict and observe. I‘ve never seen a more perfect bondage slave as you.“ With that he started massaging my nipples again, and said, “now the real fun begins.”

“Next is to lock this smallish metal cock ring with internal spikes onto your penis.” But before he could do that, I started ejaculating. “Whoa! Thar’ she blows!”, he shouted as I emptied out. “Guess I’ll have to save this one for tomorrow. I had told you that I wanted to make this a weekend of bondage fun, not like the slave training you were beginning back at that club. They want you to serve them, to only have fun when it suits them. I like my play partners to have fun when it suits them.” As he was saying this he was starting to remove me from my restraints.

After removing my hood and gag, though still keeping my arms, knees and ankles bound, he asked rather worriedly how I liked things so far, with the prospects for more. I gushed in response, “it was fabulous, wonderful, amazing! Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you, thank you.!” He was obviously pleased at having won over a new bondage partner, and said as he completed the removal, “while you clean up in the shower, I’ll start fixing us a good dinner. You must be famished. Afterwards I’ll show you around the dungeon.”

With all the apprehension I’d had about coming here, I finally relaxed as I decided this was going to be just what I was looking for. This should take care of satisfying a big void in my life. At the thought while I was in the shower, I started singing, something I hadn‘t done in years.