Gay Bondage Fiction | The Edge – Intro

A group of Marines sneak into a gay bondage club and watch an impressive display of pain endurance. Will anyone else be up to the challenge?
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The Edge - Intro
by Sailing Master
Series: The Edge

Introduction

Matt looked at his squad mates. There was a look of awe and respect on their faces. In front of them was a guy, hanging by thick muscled arms from a beam across the ceiling of the cellar. His head was down on his chest and sweat poured down his body.

Around his wrists and hands were leather binders, secured by multiple straps and padlocks. The steel suspension rings on his palms were padlocked to the beam. Round his ankles were another set of straps but they were not tied off and his feet were loose.

The bunched muscles of his back, from his neck to his lower rib cage, was shining red with occasional purple stripes. His butt, clenched and hard, shone in a similar colour. Red and purple stripes ran down the sides of his chest and thighs. The sweat shone in strong lighting, focused on him in an otherwise darkened room.

His balls hung low between his legs, held down by a steel band. They, too, were red and flushed. A chain was padlocked around his neck.

He was breathing hard after nearly an hour of whipping from a relay of leather-clad men. It had started with leather strap on his butt. This had made him squirm and his butt flush with a pink glow. A trio of video cameras was trained on the scene capturing every moment. The punishment had moved to his back as a heavy flogger was laid over his shoulder muscles. He had begun to heave in his bonds but had kept silent for what had seemed like an age.

Finally he had uttered a low groan and began to grunt and shout as the beating intensified.
Alternating between his butt and his back the pressure was increased and he began to sway, jerk and shout with the force of the impacts.

At regular intervals the leader of the group had called a halt and – putting his head next to the guys ear had asked for a ‘stop’ word. There had been no response, just heavy breathing and muttered swear works and the lashing had continued.

After one of these breaks instead of starting again on the red and glowing back or striped butt they had worked his balls. A wooden strap, covered with leather, tapped against the hanging globes, steadily and with a regular pace. The impact was slowly increased until the hanging guy was jerking and shouting with each impact. He pulled himself up with bulging muscles, his biceps standing out, and the shook himself, trying to wrench free from the fetters.

After 5 minutes it stopped and the whacker moved back to his butt.

Matt had gone to the club after one of his marine squad mates had told them about an open night at the leather club by the harbour. The guy had seen a poster in a harbour bar and they had all heard about the place before. With a lot of joking and ribbing at each other they had gone to see what was going on.

Dressed in jeans, white Tee shirts with leather jackets and their regular boots they had been admitted. There was a bar in the first room. The bartender, himself dressed in a leather harness and chaps looked them over and joked ‘Must be your first time lads!’

He passed them a bottle each of Bud and pointed them down a passageway. They stood out in the crowd; fit, heavily built with buzz cuts they drew admiring looks and shouts of invitation from many as they had strolled through the rooms looking on at the scenes being played out in dark corners and back rooms.

They saw all sorts of new sights, men in bondage, sex of many kinds and guys in ecstasy from both pain and pleasure.

There was a crowd in the end room and a there was a feeling of expectation and excitement. All being over 6’ they stood at the back and looked over the gathering crowd; intrigued to see what would happen next. It was a real mix of types. Young fit guys wearing leather harnesses or tight leather or rubber clothes. Big Bears in bike gear, some in denim or wearing neoprene. There was one figure in the corner standing dressed in a straight jacket over leather shorts. Apart from a ball gag his head was free and he was looking on with obvious interest.

The feeling of a stage set had been enhanced by the lights shining down and into the focus had walked a naked man. He was about 25 years old and weighed in about 200lbs of muscle and bone. Around his wrists and hands were strapped strong leather restraints. Four buckles held them tightly clamped, he had a pair of strong leather cuffs around his ankles, padlocked on and with a thick steel ‘D’ ring on each side. He had stood quietly and looked at the crowd. Then he climbed onto a wooden step and, stretching onto his toes he held his arms up. Padlocks were snapped shut by a couple of tough guys dressed in leather chaps and vests. The locks clamped his wrists directly to a thick wooden beam. The step was pulled away so that he hung, swaying and ready.

A voice came over the PA system that explained, this was the annual club challenge. There was $1000 prize for anyone who would step up and volunteer for the same punishment about to be given.

Everyone waited but no one stepped forward.....

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1 Comment

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   scotts60143 - July 7, 2015, 8:54 am

   Great beginning. Can’t wait for more!