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Hot Guys Tormented by Mysterious Monks
by Franco

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Strong tells the true deeply personal story of his first gay bondage experience at 18 with a jock crush named Chris.

Strong’s First Bondage Experience
by Strong

The following is a true story of what my first real experience with another boy was like, and my discovery that I was into BDSM, both happened at once. We all have natural desires and behaviors in each of us. It takes the brave to discover this and act on it. I started in kink at 14 and studied and read on it for 4 years. At 18 I acted on it. This true story is my first experience in domination, prior to this I had only read about it and seen certain videos I would watch late at night online. It also was my first sexual experience with another male. I hope you enjoy this very personal story. To protect the identify of the male sub in this I will just call him Chris. This year (2015) marks my 20th year of experience with BDSM.

I came out at 18 and was one of the few out guys into guys at my high school. Even before I came out I knew I was into bondage. I was a big nerd and jock who also enjoyed performing. My step father was in the military so I moved often, for awhile I was in JROTC too. (Being tall, lean, athletic looking with blue eyes and short blond hair, uniforms naturally looked good on me 😉 ) When I was 18, I had my first experience in bondage with a guy who was also my first kiss. The guy, whom I will call Chris, was a tall, athletic jock. He was part Latin and part white (two of my favorite types of men mixed in one) who had a great smile and was quiet and observant. He too was a nerd on the inside who also worked out. Chris and I knew one another from choir and sports.

One day after a hard work out on the field after school, I was changing when Chris walked in from lacrosse practice. (Besides lacrosse Chris was a very strong water polo player and also managed to fit in football as well) I looked at him and he made eye contact with me. Now Chris and I had a bond. As a result of a dare at a party, we had shared a kiss. After that I knew that the feelings I had for men were more than an experiment. Chris who at the time had a girlfriend (I did not know this) had a hard time looking me in the eyes since. When he came into the locker room he looked at me and said nothing. He opened his locker then took off his shoes and socks. He then sat down drank some water. I watched as the bottle touched his lips as he drank and sweat trickled down his well defined arm’s. After he finished his drink, he placed the bottle down onto the bench then turned to me and said “Did you hear we broke up?” I had nothing to say so turned and started to go through my locker. Chris walked over to me with a stern look. He closed my locker with some aggression. His 18 year old face had a confused, stern look on it. I looked back with my young blue eyes and said “Sorry to hear that bro. What happened?”

Chris’ eyes teared up a bit. He had a look of confusion. I grabbed him gently by the chin and tilted his head upward. I moved slowly with caution and then used my hands to rub his chiseled abs. When I met his lacrosse pads, I slid my hands under his padding and rubbed his nipples. He moaned and looked upward, tears still running down from his eyes. I looked down and noticed his body thrusting outwards towards me. I looked over at the clock on the wall. No one should be coming in here. My heart raced as I rubbed his nipples under his padding. I started to get hard. After several minutes of this I quickly pulled my hands out from under his padding and grabbed the back of his head. His scalp was shaved and cut short. I pulled him towards my lips. His tongue and mouth met mine. My cock became very hard. I used my leg to shove his legs open as I kissed him. Then I felt Chris pull me towards him with one hand but I hit his hand away and pinned both of his hands above his head. I was surprised he let me do this for he always seemed like the one who would be in control. But this felt right and he sure as hell was not saying no so I went with it.

After this moment had passed I pulled away from him and ripped his gym shorts down to his knees while I looked at him in his eyes. I rubbed his cup then pulled it out then got down on my knees and used my mouth to pull his jockstrap down. By this time he was very sweaty so the jock peeled down his defined thighs to his ankles with no problem. He was very hard as was I. I then stood up, our faces both had nervousness with a brief moment of now what. I looked down and saw his cock was hard as hell and dripped pre-cum.

“I have never done this before man” Chris said with fear and hesitation in his eyes. I said nothing and then did what felt natural for the both of us. I un-did the straps holding Chris lacrosse padding on. It fell to the floor exposing his defined, smooth, tanned chest. I quickly reached for his nipples, pinching and twisting them firmly. Chris moaned and tried to raise his hands but before he could say anything I launched in for another kiss and twisted his nipples more. He pushed me away then looked down and saw his cock was hard. I grabbed it and pulled him forward and said into his ear “First time for everything bro”.

I pulled Chris into the showers, as he walked he stumbled a bit as his gym shorts and jock were still at his ankles. As I tugged Chris along he moaned and was going to ask a question before he could speak it I slapped him in the face. I then saw several piles of used towels and long gym socks from a earlier practice sitting in a cart. I grabbed a handful of them and pulled Chris into the showers. Chris looked around as did I. It was dark, with a few floor to ceiling faucets the water would come out of. I pulled Chris over to a shower with one hand on his cock. I went to the far bar then threw the used socks and towels down. I pushed Chris onto the bar. I barked at him to remove his pants and jock fully. He complied. Chris was now standing completely naked. I then quickly grabbed several pairs of the socks and used them to bind his hands ankles together behind the bar. I grabbed another one and slowly stretched it out and tied it around his mouth positioning it to where his teeth would bite in front of it. I looked into his brown eyes with my blue eyes then lubed up my fingers with my spit and rubbed his exposed hole with my finger. His brown eyes widened as my index and middle finger went from rubbing to fucking his tight hole. Chris moaned and begged with his eyes and mouth. Because of his sock gag his words where just garbled.

After several minutes of this I saw something odd as Chris’ body began to shake. HIs face had a look mixed with fear and ecstasy. For he lost control of holding out on his true desires and had started to cum. I was unsure what to do so I let go of his cock and kept pushing on his prostate. Chris moaned and moaned. When done I pulled my fingers out of Chris’ hole. He moaned and almost cried and fell to his knees with his head facing down. I was very hard and saw that Chris’ cum had sprayed onto my leg and shorts. I used my left hand and wiped it off my leg. (There was a lot of cum) I then stepped back and saw this very well known jock who I had come to know my junior year in high school broken.

I walked over to him and pulled his scalp upwards firmly, his large dark eyes looked up at me, red from tears and sweat. He looked simultaneously thankful and broken. I knelt down and untied the sock gag then took my left hand and placed it on his lips making him clean the fingers that I had used to fuck his hole. Chris gagged as I pushed all the way back into his throat. I stood up and pulled down my gym shorts and jock and took out my white stiff dripping cock. Chris said “Please man” but before he could say anything more I shoved my cock in and raped his throat. He gagged and coughed as I thrust inward. He tried to pull his head away but my grip was to strong. His brown eyes looked upward at me and my blue eyes and blond head looked down at him. I then felt a rush and moment of truth I had never felt before as I unleashed my cum into his mouth. He moaned and pleaded as my DNA flooded into him. He tried to violently pull away but my grip was strong and I pulled him deeper onto my cock.

When finished I pulled out and collapsed onto him. His naked body held mine up. I held him in my arms, rubbed his scalp and neck. His head laid best as possible on my chest. He then looked up and me and whispered “thank you”. My eyes then let loose tears. This was the first time I had ever felt this. I had never done something like this before. Prior to this I had only kissed one guy, and that guy who I had a crush on just helped me open my more kinkier side. After that great moment, I quickly untied Chris then helped him to his feet. I turned the shower on and we rinsed off. Both saying nothing. After we’d showered, a few late stragglers came in from training mostly to piss. Neither looked at the other as we dried off and dressed. We then both left the locker room. As we walked across the empty quad of the school, we first said nothing but then I broke the silence with “It’s our secret okay?”

He stopped and looked over his shoulder both ways then kissed me on the cheek. He smiled and winked at me and then kissed me on the cheek again slightly tearing up as did I knowing what we had could not happen in our lives. Then he ran towards the parking lot towards his car. In my mind he was the kind of man I wanted to marry; kinky, clean cut, and athletic. Yet I knew sadly that would never occur.

After high school Chris and I moved on and lost touch. I heard he had joined the Marines. Life through rough circumstances forced me to leave San Diego and move up to Los Angeles.

Years later, I returned to San Diego for a friend’s wedding. This friend was a fellow kinkster who was marrying her husband. Before the wedding, I drove to a cafe in Carmel Mountain. In the cafe I randomly happen to see Chris’ ex-girlfriend. I awkwardly said “hello”. She said “hi” back then walked up to me to catch up. I am not sure if she had ever known what had occurred between us. But she talked about many things; her family, friends, her kids etc. But not Chris which I found odd. So I asked how he was doing or had she heard anything about him. She looked at me confused and in uncertain sadness and said to me, “You do not know?”

I shook my head no.

“Chris was killed in combat a few years ago”.

At that moment, I broke down on the inside.

What occurred between us was special and for that I would never forget it. When you have an experience in the scene, think of it as special for the bond we each have in this scene is something stronger than any normal friendship or relationship. No not all kinky friends are going to get married but the memory’s we can create for one another can be just as strong.

Strong

PS Apologizes for the bad grammar, I write these sort of late some times.

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A hunky delivery boy’s horizons are expanded when he screws up his delivery to a kinky gay couple’s home. A hot first story from new author Billy Mist!
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The Package
by Billy Mist

Years ago I was a package delivery boy. I was an average dude. I watched football with my friends, worked out at the gym and fucked a lot of girls. I fucked pretty girls. I fucked curvy girls. I even fucked models sometimes. Working in New York City gave me access to all types of women and I never said no. I’m 6’2 with tan smooth skin and blue eyes. My hair gets to be a very dirty blonde in the summer, tousled and highlighted subtly from the sun. I’ve been told by women that I’m a handsome guy, but I can never tell. I have my father’s strong jaw and my mother’s high cheekbones. I’ve been letting my 5’ o clock shadow grow in these days but back then my skin was smooth and taut. You could say my lips and mouth are wide and I wore a grin often. My ex used to tell me I had the most masculine hands. She’s right. I played football with these hands, caught passes, made interceptions. These hands were my ticket to stardom until I got injured on the field. I blew my knee out in a homecoming game and my pro career dreams were cut short. Those days I woke up early to run in the cool New York City mornings along the FDR. I took my time on my runs, looked out at the water. I liked to feel the sweat beading up on my forehead and then dripping down along my back and chest. I had a leaner body than I did in college. I was tall and tight. I admired myself often in the mirror, glancing over my wide shoulders and taut chest with tufts of hair. My long torso was defined from years of core work ending in a “v” at my pelvis. My arms hung down, veins defined, bulging and strong. I had strong thighs with a scar on my right knee and calves made of rock. Even my cock was something to admire. Ten inches of glistening pink meat surrounded by lush pubes. I liked to hold it in my massive hands in the mirror. Yeah, I guess you could say I was a stud.

There were times in college when I was playing ball that I was curious about other guys on my team. I would never have called myself gay. I couldn’t act on something like that. My friends would have been disgusted. I would have been tormented. But you could say I was curious. I guess I just wanted to know what it was like. I guess I didn’t know myself that well.

It all started when I got a new delivery route. It was the summer and it was hot. I was out partying the night before with some young college girls and took one home with me. She passed out after sucking my cock and I was pissed. I wanted to fuck her. Those days I wanted to fuck anything. I jerked myself off till I came and passed out. I woke up at 9:15 to her light snoring and panicked. My mouth was dry, I had a blaring headache and I was late for work. This was bad. This was really bad. I had already been warned a few weeks earlier due to complaints from a couple on my new route. They were a gay couple I delivered packages to. Begrudgingly. Well more than begrudgingly. I hated them. They lived in a brownstone in the West Village in New York City. They were rich and pushy. And I was just a delivery boy, delivering them their packages of high priced nonsense and strange things from strange stores all over the world. I was supposed to be a star, a pro baller with a hot blonde wife from the south and a brood of kids running around while I toured the country playing ball. Now I was a guy with an average job, picking up girls who never stayed the night when they saw my studio apartment in Spanish Harlem. Life wasn’t fair.

Plus, I knew that something weird was going on in their house.

Anyway, this couple had made a complaint about me a few weeks back because I had not so accidentally roughed up a package of theirs. I was in a bad mood. I may have kicked it around a little in the back of my truck but fuck them, I thought. Only now I was going to be in real trouble. I was late for my morning shift and that meant my morning deliveries would also be late. I rolled this little piece of college ass off me and woke her up, hopped in the shower and ran out the door after practically throwing her into the hallway.

When I got to work my manager was preoccupied. I got lucky or so I thought. I grabbed everything I needed and headed out to make the early AM deliveries first. I took at look at the first package and my stomach churned. It was them. Why did it have to be them? This was bad. I hated them and now they were going to get me fired, I was sure of it. With little choice, I pulled up in front of their perfectly manicure brownstone and got out of the truck, the package firmly held in my enormous hand. Before I could even ring the bell the door flew open and two men with furious looks in their eyes stood in the entry way. They were pissed. One of them was standing directly in front of me, his height rallying my own. He had glasses and dark eyes. His brows were thick and manicured and his forehead was high. He had shiny black hair and pursed pouty lips. Not a bad looking guy for someone I despised. Behind him was a shorter man with a smaller frame. He had a wide mouth with brown eyes and reddish hair that was pulled back neatly into a small bun. He had the most feminine features, but not unattractive. He looked delicate and yielding. His small nose and light freckles on his cherub cheeks made him look young. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the larger man.

“This is the second time you have been unprofessional. You realize we run a business out of this house and your failures cause us to fail in our endeavors? Your manager has assured me that if we were to be forced to complain about you again, they would let you go. Are you aware of this?” He stood motionlessly in the door frame.
I stammered out a response, both pissed off and now increasingly nervous that my night may not have been worth the trouble I was about to be in.

“ I, I’m, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I was delayed at the warehouse.”

“Do I need to remind you that at this point it doesn’t matter what you say? I have no reason to not pick up my phone right now and end your failed career as a delivery boy. This package you were supposed to deliver is a very valuable item that I purchased for a very special event, an event that was supposed to be taking place this morning. And now that event has been canceled, costing me not only the thousands of dollars in lost revenue but also the client who otherwise would have been spending an exorbitant amount of money with my services.” He said his words very deliberately to me, very sternly. I was starting to sweat. I hadn’t saved up enough money to float my rent for the next few months. My parents were back in the mid west and I would be up shits creek if I lost this job.

The dark haired man turned to the smaller man and barked at him to prepare a pot of coffee. In the oddest manner, the smaller man quietly acknowledged him and walked away silently to the massive French country kitchen towards the back of the first floor. Then the dark haired man moved aside and motioned me to come into the house. This wasn’t the norm, so I hesitated, at which he held up his cellular phone and I understood that I was going to be entering their home. He motioned towards the package in my hand and picked up a letter opener. My heart had started to race even more and now I could feel the sweat beads on my forehead start to move downwards along my temples. This didn’t feel right.

“You will accompany me downstairs with this package and you will open it in front of me so I can be sure you haven’t played soccer with my merchandise this time, do you understand?” he asked me gruffly.

I nodded, terrified. I’m a big boy. No one has ever made me feel nervous in this manner. I was sure I could take the little one, but the man ordering me around was slightly larger than me and with both of them combined I wasn’t sure what they could accomplish. He was still brandishing the letter opener. He pointed to a door under the massive oak staircase to the left of us. This felt wrong, very wrong, but it happened so quickly that before I knew it I was turning an antique brass knob and there was a flick of a light switch and I was heading down some narrow stairs to a very dimly lit room.

When my eyes adjusted I could see various things on the walls. There were black leather masks, canes, whips, handcuffs, leather cuffs, gags of various types and some belts that I had never seen before. I turned to the man, white as a ghost now and put my hands in the air.

“Look man, I don’t know what you want from me but I’m not comfortable with this and I should leave.” I stammered out.

He laughed at me. “That’s fine go” he said, “I can call your boss and let him know what’s happened here and we can never see each other again.”

The smell of coffee wafted down the steps. The smaller man was holding a silver serving tray with what looked like a pot of coffee and two cups. He served myself and the larger man without looking up and then oddly sat in the corner on the floor as if waiting to be told what to do next. I sipped the coffee. It was strong and hot.

The larger man motioned for me to open the package. He handed me the letter opened. Relieved, I did what I was told. I cut away the tape slowly and pulled out a velvet case. Inside the case were two objects I had never seen before. One was what appeared to be a small shaft like object with balls of increasing width and the other was yet another crystal object, round, with straps on it.

“Do you know what these are?”, he asked. I shook my head. I was starting to feel loose, lightheaded. I began to worry that perhaps they had put something in my coffee “These are pure crystal. One is a ball gag and one is a beaded anal probe. They are very expensive. Have you ever used anything like this?” he asked me pertinently. Of course I hadn’t. This wasn’t something I was into. I shook my head no yet again. My head became lighter.
“ I’m going to make a deal with you,” he spoke sternly like I was a child “ I’m going to get my money’s worth from these since you have destroyed what chance I had this morning. So, I’m going to use these on you. I will not call your boss and I will not mention this again. But I am going to show you what it means to fuck with people. I am not asking you, I am telling you this is happening to you. You will lie down and I will bind your hands and feet and my slave is going to put your cock in his mouth. I am going to sip my coffee while I enjoy watching you penetrated and sucked dry. You may not cum until I say so. Then you will leave here and you will not mention this to anyone. Your other choice is that I will not only have you removed from your job but I will also ensure that you never work again in any delivery company in this city. I trust you believe that my web is wide.” I felt weak at this point. I didn’t know what he gave me but I was sure I was under the influence of something and my will was diminishing with every word from his mouth. And yet I wanted to fight it. I did not want to be penetrated. I had never been penetrated before. This was sick and sadistic.

He walked to the wall and my eyes followed him but I began to sit on the floor. My legs were heavy now. He pulled two sets of black leather cuffs off the wall and my mouth went dry. The smaller man had begun to take his polo shirt off and I could see that underneath his body was lithe and thin. He crawled over to where I was sitting and grabbed my arms. He was stronger than I expected, or maybe I was just weaker than usual. I wasn’t sure which, but my heart had started beating out of my chest and suddenly they were both on me and I was frantically and hazily screaming in my head while my arms and legs were secured to the floor of this dungeon. I wanted to cry out but immediately the gag was in my mouth. I could feel it pressing on the back of my tongue as I struggled and my mouth began to salivate. My eyes started to tear up as I struggled against the ball gag.

“If you continue to fight it this will only be harder and I promise you it will hurt,” The large man said as the smaller one began to undo my zipper, handling me roughly, “I am your master and you are both slaves. I can cause you great pleasure or I can cause you great pain.”

I didn’t want to, but in my hazy state I relaxed and the smaller man began to handle my cock. They were eyeing my manhood and looking at each other with excited faces. I felt sick and I couldn’t help but to become erect at his touch. I could feel my head spinning and the blood rushing to my cock which began to pulse as the slave took his time letting a long drip of spit touch the head of my erection. He continued doing this, taking his time between spiting and stroking my cock until I was wet. The wetness had been dripping down my shaft and over my balls making a tiny little pool in between my clenched buttocks flesh. I was eyeing wildly around the room looking for the master who was now sitting in a chair with his own cock out. He was looking at me thoughtfully as he stroked it. I began to fight against the slave. thrashing around, when the master put up his hand and the slave began to run his tongue around the head of my dick. I hated him but at the same time I felt an immense amount of pleasure. My manhood was bulging and so hard I thought I would burst.

“You may not come until I say so. “ said the master and he motioned the slave who then picked up the beaded device. The master continued to play with his cock and from where I lay I could see that he had a massive handful of his dick in his hand. I could tell that he was as large as me from where I was and he was moving his hands around his dick, up and over the head, and back down again. I was becoming aroused at the sight of this, which I wanted to fight. I couldn’t like this. I shouldn’t like this. He threw his head back as I felt a tight and searing pain below my cock. The slave had begun to force the probe deep inside me and I tightened against it with every fiber of my being. I cried out but the ball gag prevented me and I looked over to see the master laughing. The slave’s head was buried deep in my nether regions bobbing up and down while he moved the probe in and out of me slowly, excruciatingly.

“Master he is fighting me.” The slave said after he had pulled my throbbing cock from his mouth, spit dripping down his chin. The master motioned to the slave who stopped and began to caress my tight pink hole with his tongue, plunging it deep inside me while stroking my dick. I began to relax, an orgasm eminent and the master walked over to me.

“You cum when I say you cum. Use the probe.” he said close to my face. Again the slave plunged the probe deep into me, but this time I didn’t fight it. I gave in and I was fully relaxed, allowing them to use my body, allowing the slave to pleasure me. A pressure was building inside my hips. Deep inside my bowels I could feel a strong sensation I had never experienced before. It was spreading everywhere. The master came close to me again and this time he told me “You want to cum slave don’t you?” I nodded my head hard and I kept nodding and nodding, his hot breath on my ear.

The master slowly, gently, removed the gag from my mouth. My legs and body were trembling now and the pressure to explode was so much I almost couldn’t take it. The master came close to my ear again and he breathily said “You may cum slave” before plunging his own massive cock deep into my mouth. He was spreading himself down my throat, deep and pulsing and I could feel the slaves mouth on me and the probe caressing my inner most pleasure spots. He plunged his head down onto my throbbing manhood and with firm movements tilted the probe upwards. My cock erupted with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The sensation was so strong my body shook through every muscle in my body, as wave upon wave of cum flowed out of my cock. Finally I lay still, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat and cum and saliva. I was stunned.

The slave began gently cleaning me off with a warm wet towel, lovingly. The master stood up and walked off but not before turning around to me at the bottom of the steps. He spoke softly to me. “You can keep the gag and the probe. They are a gift to you. And I look forward to you delivering more packages in the future.” The slave quietly, with a small smile, pulled my pants back up and gently zipped them. After undoing my cuffs he handed me a cup of ice cold water which I drank thirstily.

I was clearheaded, relieved and so very tired. I had never experienced anything like that but I was calm. I knew I had found something I wanted. I shut the door to the brownstone behind me, clutching a velvet bag and wearing a small grin. I was his now. I was theirs.

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The Tempest’s obsession with his new Master leads to another one of his super-hero brothers to fall under the Leech’s power.
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The Elementals – Chapter 3
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Cody arrived back at The Elementals Base troubled about his ordeal on the previous night. He had kept the business card that the strange green skinned man had given him. He had intended to go and punish the man for the sexual assault on him, but as he lay in his bed, he began to wonder if this really was a sexual assault.

He could not deny that he did enjoyed being manipulated like that. The memories of the pleasure he felt during the process and the mind numbing orgasm that followed haunted him as he absently fondled himself.

The sexy Russian young man noticed that he had gotten himself rock hard and he leaped from his bed in disgust. What was wrong with him? He was completely straight yet his dick now came alive when he thought about what happened to him in that hospital bed. It was not the first time during that sleepless night he had gotten sexually excited while mentally reviewing the events the night before.

Cody looked at his tented hardon through his white briefs. The experience had changed him and no matter how much he tried to deny it, his dick always told him otherwise. A new longing had awakened within him and it was growing by the hour.

There was only one thing that needed now, but admitting this would be very hard. The hero crawled back into bed and tried to block the events from his thoughts so that he could get some sleep.

As he tried to pass out, his mind went back to that previous night and the immense pleasure that was introduced to him. The longing he now felt grew as the night went on and no matter what he tried, his mind always went back to his sexual assault.

Once again, he fondled himself as he relived those hours of bondage, edging, and milking. His hand caressed his hard cock as he tried to recapture the pleasure from the other night. His longing grew to the point where he no longer cared if he was gay or not and he just wanted the release his body was demanding.

Cody sighed as he realized that his jerking off was a pale comparison to the other night. It did not help him with his new found horniness and it only made things worse. He looked at the card that his sexual assailant had given to him for the hundredth time. There was only one touch that his body desired now and his mind was losing the battle that raged within.

Finally unable to take it anymore, the young Russian climbed out of his bed and put on his superhero uniform. There would be no rest for him unless he took care of this once and for all. He needed to confront the man who awakened this desire.

Slowly creeping out of his room, Tempest was quiet in order to not wake his brothers. He could not bear it if they found out what he was doing. He made his way to the garage and pushed his motorcycle out of their base. Once he got to a safe distance, he revved up the engine and rode into the night. He was going to end this once and for all, he decided unaware of the crackle of lightning following him in the distance.

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The address on the card was for an abandoned warehouse in a run-down part of the city. Tempest had not been in this part of town before, but this late at night it looked like a ghost town. Parking his bike, the young hero walked up to the front door and was going to look for a way in when the door opened on its own.

Tempest looked at the door suspiciously worried that this was some kind of trap. He considered going back home and bringing the rest of the team to investigate, but the need of his dick pulsed within him and despite his best judgement, he walked into the building.

He jumped slightly as the door closed behind him automatically. The inside looked nothing like the outside as the furnishings were richly decorated. It actually looked more like the inside of a mansion than the inside of a warehouse.

Twin stairways rose up from either side of the room with elegant marble banisters and soft carpeting. There was door in the center of the room that had two armed military guards. Their uniforms had been modified to a camouflage half shirt and matching briefs. Other than the guns, they looked like something out of a bad gay porno movie.

The door in the center opened and a very good looking man wearing a skimpy loincloth entered the room and bowed his head to the confused hero. “We have been expecting you, Tempest. If you would follow me?”

Tempest tried to hide his confusion as he numbly followed the scantily clad muscle man. What was this place, he thought to himself. He could feel the guards eyes on him and suddenly he felt self-conscious of his tight green uniform.

The door led to a huge throne room that seemed to run along most of the length of the building. At the far end of the room was an elaborate throne that any monarch would be envious of. Along the edges of a thin red carpet that ran from the door to the throne were gilded candle holders that lit up the room in a rather romantic way.

The hero barely noticed the guards that were positioned between the candles wearing the same slutty army uniform as the first two guards. His eyes were stuck on the throne, where that strange green skinned man sat waiting for him.

Each step caused his excitement to grow but he didn’t even notice the growing tent in his tights. The only thing that mattered to him was confronting this man and getting what he needed. He kept telling himself that he only wanted revenge, but it was a thin veil to cling to as the desire that had been slowly growing all night started rushing like water through a broken dam.

“Welcome Tempest,” The green skinned man said with a smile. “I have been expecting you.”

That deep voice sent a tremor of pleasure through the young superhero’s body. He intended to demand answers, but as he looked into those red eyes he forgot about everything.

Tempest fell to his knees and bowed his head. “Please make me cum again,” He said with a trembling voice. “I need your touch!”

The man chuckled as he reached down and mused Tempest’s brown hair. “I know what you need, boy. I can give it to you but you must serve me as your master.”

His light blue eyes looked up and realized what was being asked of him. He should have refused and attacked, but his need for another intense orgasm consumed his soul. He uttered those words that he never thought possible. “I will serve you master.”

The Master smiled in triumph as traced his finger down the pretty face of the defeated hero. “Now I will give you what you desire.”

“What the hell is going on here?” A voice demanded by the door.

Both Cody and The Master whirled around to see Voltage at the door. What is he doing here? Cody thought. Did he follow me here?

Voltage was one of Tempest’s closest friends in the Elementals. Like him, the speedster’s parents had immigrated from another country to America. However Voltage’s parents were from South America, where Cody’s parents came from Russia. He wanted to warn his friend to run while he could.

As he opened his mouth, Fusion leaped from the shadows and decked Voltage in the face sending the lean superhero flying across the room. What was he doing here? Cody thought. He clenched his fists and was about to surround the villain with a wind shield when he felt a shiver down his spine.

The Master cupped his chin and turned his face to look into his red eyes. “This is not your fight, Tempest.” He said softly.

Cody wanted to ignore his master. But as he gazed into those red eyes, the need to cum overwhelmed him once more. The need pulsated through his body, causing him to forget the fight that was going on behind him.

The Master started to take off his costume exposing the young hero’s pale skin as he grew more aroused every second. By the time he was completely naked, his cock was standing at attention leaking precum impatiently waiting for the release that it desired.

Voltage tried to save his friend, but every time he tried to run towards Tempest, Fusion got in the way and he had to use his speed to dodge the super powered punches from his former comrade. He flung lightning at the former hero, but all it accomplished was slowing the villain down.

Cody shivered with pleasure as The Master grasped his hard erection and softly jerked it slowly to increase his pleasure.

“I will let you cum, but you must first prove your loyalty to your Master. Bring me Voltage so that he can feel my touch.”

The young hero gasped as he knew that this order would betray his friend. He turned around and looked helplessly at the fight going on. He should be joining the fight to protect his friend from Fusion’s power, but as his hard cock quivered with desire, it was difficult to lean in that direction.

With a long quivering sigh of desire, Cody created a shield out of wind and encased Voltage inside it. His friend hit the wall of the shield as it formed around him and fell on his butt as the wind cage completely formed around him.

The shocked speedster leapt to his feet and felt along the walls of the invisible cage. “What the hell?” He exclaimed in shock as Cody hung his head in shame. Voltage needed speed to summon his lightning. With no where to run, he was helpless.

The Master smiled as he patted his new slave’s head. “Good boy,” He said as he made a gesture to Fusion.

Cody watched helplessly as the villain broke through his wind cage and knocked his friend unconscious. He knew he should have gone to save Voltage but as his cock was slowly jerked, he knew that he would do whatever his Master demanded of him.

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Voltage woke up in a very small cell that looked like a part of some kind of sick dungeon. The cell was only large enough for him to take two steps and much too small for him to use his speed to summon lightning to break free. The young hero softly cursed as he sat on the stone bench with his hands holding his aching head.

He had noticed Tempest acting strangely all day today and had tried to figure out what was going on with him. A few hours ago, he heard his friend leaving his room and went out to ask him what was going on. It was then that he saw Tempest in full uniform sneaking out of the base and decided to follow him instead.

It had been easy for him to keep up with Tempest’s motocycle using his super speed, but he had to make sure that he was far enough away that his lightning would not draw his friend’s attention. Whatever was bugging Cody made it so that he had no clue that he was being followed.

Out of all the young men who were subjected to the secret government experiments, Voltage was the closest to Tempest. Both of their parents had immigrated to this country in search of a better life and both of their parents died shortly after arriving here.

The government had taken them while they were very young and it was then that the two boys formed their friendship. Even after their escape, the two heroes kept their close ties. Although he considered all the young men of the project to be his family, he considered Cody to be his best friend.

Voltage could not believe that Tempest would betray him like this. That green skinned muscle man must have brainwashed him or something. He reached for his communicator and was not surprised to find it was missing. Either Fusion or Tempest must have taken it away from him.

Betrayal was something that he did not think would happen. Ever the enthusiast, his brothers poked fun at him for always looking on the bright side of things. Even in this small cell, Voltage remained positive that he would escape and rescue Tempest from whatever evils that had robbed him of his free will.

The hero tensed as Fusion approached his cell. The pretty villain smiled ruthlessly as he stopped right in front of the door peering through the bars. “I hope you are comfortable, Juan.” He said with sarcasm dripping in his voice.

Voltage’s normal bright smile turned into a frown as he looked at his former comrade and brother. “You don’t have the right to call me that anymore.” He said with sadness. Fusion was not the only one of his former brothers who had gone rogue, but his betrayal hurt the most.

Fusion shrugged as he stared down at him making him feel shorter than he normally felt. “Soon you will serve the same master as I do, Juan. Just like Cody.”

Leaping to his feet, Voltage grasped the bars of his door. “What have you done to Tempest?” He demanded.

Laughing Fusion smirked as he easily pushed the young hero back against the wall. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.” He said as his blue eyes sparkled with mirth. “The Master wants to see you.”

Voltage tensed as the door opened and summoned his powers. Before he could take two steps, his former brother grabbed him by his hair and slammed his knee into his gut. He fell to the ground with the urge to vomit and before he knew it a leather collar was fastened around his neck.

Fusion attached a leash on the collar and dragged the young hero to his feet. “That will keep you from trying to run away.” He smirked as he tugged on the leash.

Turning red with embarrassment, Voltage realized that he was wearing a dog collar. He tried to summon his powers again, but before he could take a step, the stronger villain jerked him back. As long as Fusion held his leash, there was no escape for him.

His former brother led him through the dungeon back upstairs to the main floor of the warehouse to the throne room where this mysterious green skinned man sat waiting for them. Voltage felt a chill when he saw Cody completely naked and sporting a rock hard erection sitting at the villain’s feet in complete submission.

As they approached, the green skinned man turned his gaze at the young speedster and smiled. “I see that you are finally awake. I now have time to give you my complete attention.”

Voltage tried to not to shudder but the gaze of his red eyes sent chills through his body. Stealing a peek at Cody’s erect cock, he was afraid what was going to happen to him.

“Who are you?” He asked desperately trying to delay his captor’s intentions.

The green skinned man softly chuckled. “Soon you will call me Master, but for now you can call me The Leech.”

The Leech? Voltage thought in confusion. Why was he called that?

He did not have time to consider as he watched his best friend get up from where he was sitting. With his erect cock slightly swaying, Cody walked over to him and caressed his cheek softly as his blue eyes looked lovingly into his own.

“Relax,” Cody whispered. “This is going to feel fantastic.”

Voltage jerked away and bumped into Fusion behind him. He never had another man touch him like this and to have his best friend seducing him was strangely erotic and revolting at the same time.

The hero felt his butt being caressed and leaped back forward and looked back in horror. Fusion was also sporting an erection in his tights and had rubbed it against the young man’s spandex covered ass.

Cody grabbed Voltage’s face and kissed him deeply as the hero weakly struggled to break free. While he was entrapped in his best friend’s kiss, Fusion walked up behind him and yanked his tights down to his ankles.

As the kiss broke, Voltage covered his cock and balls and tried to summon him powers. He had to escape before it was too late. As he took a step, he was jerked back by his leash and tumbled into Fusion’s strong arms.

“There is no use in fighting this, little Juan,” Fusion said softly as his tented package rubbed against the hero’s bare soft cock. “Give in to the pleasure and enjoy the experience.”

Cody walked up and rubbed his erection against Voltage’s bubble butt. “It will feel good,” He moaned softly. “Just give in.”

The hero shook his head in denial as the two young men caressed and explored his body. The touch did feel good, but he knew that this was wrong. He liked girls and having two men that he once considered his brothers seducing him like a schoolgirl felt wrong.

The Leech got up from his throne and joined in as his green hand grasped the hero’s limp cock. Voltage gasped as pleasure shot through his body and he felt the beginning of an erection forming.

“You will submit to me, Voltage,” The Leech commanded. “I will give you the ultimate pleasure.”

Voltage could not deny the pleasure he felt as he felt his cock grow to a rock hard erection. He was pushed to the floor as his superhero shirt was pulled off of him and left him naked and defenseless.

Fusion and Cody followed him to the floor and soon he was in between them as they played with his body while The Leech watched with desire in his red eyes.

He tried to resist, but Fusion was much stronger than him as easily kept him pinned to the ground. His attempts to get rid of his throbbing erection was constantly foiled as The Leech rubbed his foot against his family jewels keeping a steady flow of pleasure pulsing through his cock.

Voltage felt his resistance wavering as the pleasure continued to build thanks to the efforts of the three men. Cody kept whispering to him to give in to the pleasure as they explored every part of his body.

Fusion lay behind him rubbing his tented package against his ass as his naked and aroused best friend played with his nipples while softly kissing his lips.

Finally the last of his resistance shattered and Voltage gave in to his fate as he initiated a kiss with his closest friend. Both young men moaned with pleasure as their tongues battled for dominance. He knew he shouldn’t feel pleasure kissing another man, but his body betrayed him and nothing he had ever felt before came close to this wonderful feeling.

Cody broke the kiss and started kissing down Voltage’s chest paying special attention to his nipples as he traveled down to the speedster’s throbbing erection. The hero gasped as he felt his cock being engulfed by another man’s mouth and was shocked on how good it felt to him.

“Feel’s good, don’t it,” Fusion whispered in his ear as he rubbed his erection against the captive’s ass smearing precum on his cheeks.

Voltage could only moan in response as his body was turned into a toy. The Leech still watched with desire as he motioned to his guards. The former soldiers dropped their weapons and rushed over to where the hero was being sucked and molested. They stripped down out of their uniforms and joined in the fun.

The hero could only watch helplessly as two more men joined in exploring and exploiting the pleasure zones of his body. Voltage was forced on his hands and knees with Cody underneath him sucking on his hard cock.

One of the soldiers stabbed his cock against the hero’s lips and order him to suck his cock. The young speedster shook his head, refusing to pleasure another man. Even in his pleasure induced state, there were somethings that he just would not do.

Fusion slapped his ass and as he cried out, the soldier slammed his cock into his throat. He felt the villain tightly grip his balls. “If this man complains about your cock sucking skills, I will rip your fucking nuts off.”

His eyes grew wide with fear as he awkwardly moved his head up and down trying to pleasure the soldier with his mouth. He felt revulsion at being forced to give another man a blow job, but the pleasure he was feeling from his own cock being sucked caused the young hero to be confused.

Fusion’s cock rubbing against his ass became more and more insistent until it began to slowly enter Voltage’s ass. The hero tried to cry out as his virgin ass was entered but his mouth was full of cock. He could not even turn his head to see what was happening and could only feel that huge cock slowly entering him.

Pain now entered the equation as his ass had never received any kind of sexual attention before. The poor hero had never even been fingered and now it was being stretched to accommodate Fusion’s huge cock.

Tears started formed in the speedster’s eyes as he continued to suck on the soldier’s cock. Just an hour ago, he was one of the most powerful superheroes alive and now he was transformed to a sex toy for The Leech’s sex slaves. He sucked on the soldier’s cock while Fusion fucked his tight ass and Cody sucked on his cock. The other soldier waited for his turn to join in while stroking his cock with sexual anticipation.

The soldier feeding his cock to Voltage was the first to reach orgasm. Crying out with pleasure, he pulled his cock out of the hero’s mouth and blasted his cum into the speedster’s pretty face. Shuddering with pleasure and revulsion, he felt the soldier’s seed hitting his face as the strong smell of his cum took over his sense of smell.

He had no time to react as the other soldier shoved his cock into the helpless hero’s mouth to get his turn to test Voltage’s cock sucking skills. The hero sucked as best as he could still afraid that Fusion would rip off his nuts if he tried to refuse.

Hours passed as the four men took turns using Voltage for the sexual needs. Everytime the hero was about to shoot his load, the men backed off and waited until it was safe to continue their sexual assualt. Being denied his sexual release even in a sick situation like this was driving the young man mad. He now tried everything to please the men sexually to get the orgasm that he so desperately needed.

More soldiers were brought in during this time to dump their loads on the helpless hero and soon he had swallowed more cum than he ever thought possible. They shot their loads wherever they wanted and dried cum was on Voltage’s face, hair, chest, and ass.

After what seemed like an eternity, The Leech called for the sexual assault to stop. Cody and Fusion helped the crying and sexually frustrated hero to his feet and the three heroes stood in front of the master mind with each of their cocks standing at attention. Only the soldiers got their sexual release and the three super powered humans still craved their orgasm.

The Leech first took Fusion’s huge cock into his mouth. The villain cried out with pleasure as that ultimate orgasm that he craved took over and shot after shot of his powerful seed went into The Leech’s mouth.

Even through his exhaustion and intense need to cum, Voltage was aware that The Leech grew more muscular and larger as he consumed Fusion’s seed. How was this possible? He thought through the fog of pleasure that consumed his body and mind.

Once the last of Fusion’s seed was consumed, The Leech let the villain fall to the floor in his afterglow and he knelt in front of Cody. Voltage’s best friend screamed in pleasure as his cock was engulfed and he was allowed to explode in his master’s mouth. Voltage watched in horror as The Leech grew even larger as his muscles expanded as his friend’s cum was consumed.

Finally it was his turn. Although he wanted nothing more than to cum, he was afraid to let this monster take his cum. He looked up at the now towering green skinned man and wanted to run. His two comrades were lying on the floor on either side of him with content smiles as they basked in the afterglow of incredible orgasms.

“Please, don’t do this,” Voltage moaned pathetically as his captor sank to his knees.

As his cock was once again inserted into another man, the hero’s eyes widened as pleasure he never thought was possible slammed into him. After hours of being sexually used and abused and his own cock edged with pleasure, the simple touch of The Leech was enough to send him over the edge.

A surging that Voltage never thought was possible started in his balls and shot up through his cock. Throwing his head back, the hero screamed as the mother of all orgasms ripped through him. The Leech greedily consumed his cum as shot after shot after shot exploded from his hard cock.

The pleasure he felt consumed him as everything else faded. It was the most incredible feeling that he ever felt and he forgot about the humiliation, degradation, and sexual assault as the pleasure he felt threatened to tear him apart.

When the last drop of cum was finally extracted from him, Voltage fell to the ground as his body was numb from the intensity of that orgasm. He was unaware that The Leech loomed over him even bigger than before. The hero drank in the afterglow of such a powerfully intense orgasm still in shock that this feeling was even possible.

As he felt himself pass out, Voltage knew that he would do anything The Leech would ask of him. He was now addicted to this feeling and he would do anything to recapture even a fraction of this pleasure that was forced on him.

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The Edge – Chapter 3
by Sailing Master
Series: The Edge

Matt stood looking in the mirror through his pinhole eye covers. He could just see the door, which slammed open and a tall man ran through, he shouted something to Jess and slipped through to the back. Something about him made Matt curious. He felt he knew the back view from somewhere but could not be sure. At that moment the feeling of someone massaging his right tit distracted him! He glanced back in the mirror and could see the man reaching round. He was pinching and squeezing; working to make Matt’s tit stand out. He had never felt this before and it was oddly exciting! It was followed a minute later by a sharp pain in his left tit. Really sharp! The feeling made him take a deep breath as the nerves relayed an intense wave of pain to his brain. He automatically rose to his tiptoes to get away and equally quickly dropped back as the steel collar around his balls yanked them down!
The feeling was repeated in his right breast.

After 2 minutes the pain level began to fall and he could open his eyes though they were a little blurred by tears.

He looked into the face of a bearded man, about 40 yrs old who was watching him very carefully. As Matt relaxed the man could see the change and turned a small knob on the clamp that was fastened tightly on each side. The pain returned with a vengeance as the clamps tightened, squeezing even harder onto the rapidly bruising flesh.
Matt felt the shock like an electric bolt sear into him. Wow that was sharp! Then he noticed that the pain in his arms was now very much a secondary thing – the distraction was working. However Matt was quite sure he preferred the original ache to the new exquisite pain in his chest!

The guy moved away! “Hey!” Matt tried to call but nothing could escape the hood. He shook his head and wiggled as much as possible but could just hear the man chuckle as he left.

SHIT

He stood for a while and let the pain wash through but then, thankfully, the level began to drop as his tits either got used to the pressure or perhaps the blood had stopped. A thought struck him – if the clamps stayed on long enough would his tits go black! He was strongly tempted to put his toes together and call for Jess. Then another thought – this had to be just the beginning! Still only 1pm.

In the mirror he saw the bearded bastard head over to the bookshelves, he seemed to have completely lost interest in Matt.

However he could see another figure heading over. This was a much younger lad with a Mohican cut of bright red hair over the crown of his head. A tight white T-shirt and old jeans tucked into boots completed the image. He was slim but obviously very fit and had strong hands and corded forearms; the results of hard manual labour. These were emphasised by black leather cuffs around his wrists. There were two more around his ankles over the boots.

When the lad saw the clamps on Matt’s tits he grinned and turned to the racks next to him. Selecting a handful of what looked like clothes pegs in black from a full basket the lad moved closer. He used the fingers of one hand to squeeze skin on Matt’s left side, down under his armpit and then applied a peg. It stung and Matt jumped. Again he yanked his balls and had to stop himself from moving.

This was repeated in a line down his side until the lad got to Matt’s waistline. It was not easy as there was very little fat to gather on Matt’s tight, exercise crafted, body and the skin was firm. He moved over and started back up the right side. Each one stung and both sides of his ribcage began to throb with pain. Matt had now forgotten about his arms and shoulders, he had even forgotten about the pain in his tits. This was new!
Moving his hands together the lad began to brush the tops of the pegs making them yank on the tight skin. Matt began to quiver and twist. Looking carefully in the mirror he realised something – the pegs were linked together by a string. At that moment the lad pulled one end of the string hard and the pegs popped off one after another. Matt managed to get a sound out from the hood that brought a grin to the lads face and even attracted Jess’s attention.

Much encouraged the lad took the string over to the counter and was soon passing over some bills. Jess dropped the pegs into a black bag and handed them to the grinning lad who headed off out of the door.

“Well done” said Jess, putting his head close to Matt, “Your first sale”. His hands came up and he flipped the clamps off Matt’s tits.

PAIN!

Matt wriggled and yanked as Jess massaged his chest and fire ran through him. Slowly it dropped away and Matt could breath again.

“Your reward” said Jess, who replaced the clamps on the rack and moved back to the till.

Slowly the pain in Matt’s shoulders and arms began to take hold again. He became pre-occupied by it and was desperately trying to see the clock. Trouble was it was on the opposite wall and only visible in the mirror.
He saw that he was no longer alone again. Another inquisitive pair of hands was wandering over Matt’s body, feeling the muscles, rubbing the marks on the side of his body. This guy was wearing a leather cap and a leather jacket hung open. Matt could see a bare chest that was crossed by a set of thick leather bands which went over the man’s shoulders and under his arms – a harness in black, studded with steel spikes. The way it emphasised the strong chest muscles caught Matt’s eye. Looked good – very male.

Again he felt his tits being massaged but this time it did not take long for them to become hard and stand out. With the guy right in front of him Matt could not see what was going on in the mirror. One after the other he felt the sharp pain in each tit as clamps or pegs were attached. He gritted his teeth and stood firm, managing the pain as it seared through him.

Then he felt a tap on his chest between the centres of pain and realised that the clamps were linked by a chain. The guy moved aside as he reached towards a storage rack and Matt caught a glimpse of the steel links hanging between his chest muscles.

Then it was yanked down and both tits blazed pain back to his brain. The guy had hung a steel weight onto the chain!

As Matt swayed and ducked the chain yanked and swung sending new fires through his chest each time. Slowly Matt settled back to his position, more tears escaping from his tight-shut eyes under the hood. Then he felt a tapping on his belly. The leather guy had picked up a thin wooden crop and was tapping up and down the muscles that were now standing out rigidly between the hanging weight and the belt of the shorts.

The strokes got harder and harder. At each impact he was now flinching, and with each flinch the chain and weight swayed and yanked on the clamps and the steel ring pulled on his now aching balls.

“So” Matt thought – this is the start. He tried to relax. Tried not to anticipate the next blow. Tried to think of his shoulders but could only focus in his belly and where the next sharp sting from the crop would fall. He clamped his muscles, making them as hard as possible. Jim had said that this was a show; well he would try to play his part!

His breath was now coming in loud rasps and he was mewing though his leather hood. His dick was reacting to the feelings surging though his tits and was now hard, very hard. The two parts of his body seemed to be joined by the feelings. This was another source of pain as the hard head of his shaft was squashed into the pouch on the front of the shorts.

Matt’s brain was getting overloaded with feelings coming from his shoulders, chest, belly and his trapped shaft in the shorts. To cap it all he was now struggling and yanking hard on his balls.

Then it stopped and again he felt gloved hands smoothly rubbing over his muscles. The guy moved on and Matt breathed again.

Then he realised that he still had a pair of clamps on his tits with a weight tapping gently between. “Oh no, not again.”

The cycle repeated several times over the afternoon. He would be the centre of attention for a while with each person seemingly competing to bring new pains to his front. Clamps, pegs, pins of all sizes and strength were used on his now very sore nipples. He was whipped with wooden bamboo, a wide leather strap, a paddle, even lashed on his belly by a small leather cat-of-nine-tails!

Then Jess would set things back right, almost like he was tidying up the merchandise ready for the next customer!
Several times the play had ended up with a sale and each time Matt got a reward – though he felt this was really not necessary!

Between each session Matt was more and more aware of the pain in his shoulders. It was getting really bad, about as bad as the week before. But again each time he was close to putting his toes together a new customer would come over and start the distractions again.

One time Jess came over and took out a small key. He released the padlock on the zip across Matt’s mouth and pulled it back. He pushed a straw into his mouth and squeezed at a water bottle forcing cold water into Mat’s mouth. Swallowing hard he was grateful – he really needed a drink. He sucked hard. His mouth was dry from the repeated emotions and suppressed shouts. Cold water; fantastic.

Then the straw was taken away and Matt felt the zip go back over. He had not managed to speak – to ask for the stress in his shoulders to be released.

FUCK

How much longer could he take this? After another age and two more ‘customers’ his legs were quivering and he was writhing around trying to get release from the strain in his arms. The he felt movement behind his back and opened his eyes. Jim was there!

He felt the stress drop as his hands were allowed to fall and suddenly the blood began to flow through his twisted arms and PAIN again!

He felt the bar between his ankles loosen and go. The zips on his shorts were pulled down allowing his squashed dick to spring free. He heard a chuckle and Jim said “Don’t worry we will massage that soon”. The wide ring pulling down at his poor stretched balls was opened and he was helped to walk forwards. His legs cramped after the enforced stillness and he almost fell over. Jim grabbed him around the waist and supported him for a minute or two. Matt pushed hard down onto the ball of his foot and the cramp lessened. Then, still with his hands down by his waist behind his back and the hood on his head, he was led through the door but he thought that he heard applause as he left. Had there been an audience?

He felt massaging hands move up and down his legs and they were lifted to get the blood moving. Matt almost felt like a horse after a race.

His bruised and sore belly was rubbed. Hands moved over his shoulders, smoothing away the stress. He heard Jim speaking gently into his ear. ‘Have to leave the hood on as there’s quite a lot of lads about for the evening. Do you need a pee?’

Matt nodded quickly. That had been bothering him for a while. He was led through a passage an into a large communal shower room. Then he realised that he was going to have to go with Jim holding his dick. “Let my hands free!” he shouted through the tight leather helmet. Jim shook his head and walked him into a stall and steadied him.

Matt could wait no longer and felt a stream of pee surge through his now softened member. Such a relief!

He heard Jim’s voice by his ear again “After your first day on shift I’ll let you have an easier evening. We have a house full for Saturday night. First drink this, it’s to get you through to later.’ A straw was pushed into his mouth and Matt sucked getting a mouthful of a thick protein shake. He drank it up quickly as he had indeed been getting very hungry but had not really noticed through the cascade of pain and excitement all afternoon. When the straw was pulled away he got another and found a long drink of cold water.

Suddenly the small amount of vision that the pinprick holes had given was blocked out! He felt hands at the side of his head and realised that a blindfold had been strapped on. Another thing he realised was how much of his air had come through those eyeholes! It became much more difficult to breath. The rasping sound of his own breathing got much louder. He really felt the solitude. He was in a small, tight leather world.

He felt himself pushed backwards and backed up, stopping as the muscles of his shoulders, his arms and his butt touched steel bars. He heard and felt a clang from in front. Moving from side to side he realised that he was in a cage like a coffin but standing up!

He panicked and began to thrash from side to side shouting into his hood, banging his brawny shoulders into the cold steel bars on each side. He felt his head bashing into more bars with his forehead and the back of the leather helmet. Immediately he felt the hands back on his shoulders and heard the sound of Jim’s voice in his ear through the leather “Calm down, stand easy, relax soldier. I’m always watching over you.”

Somehow this made him feel secure and he stood still, getting his breath back, pulling long draughts in through his nose. He realised how easy it is to panic when you lose most of your senses, no sight, little hearing and arms still tightly bound.

After a couple of minutes he felt a light and gentle massage on his sore belly muscles. Suddenly he realised it was a tongue lapping up and down, stroking the aching ridges of his six-pack. He wriggled, trying to get away – this was new and he felt ashamed! However it seemed to have an effect on him and he became hard again. Very hard.
Then it stopped and there was a similar feeling as the mouth moved to his groin and the tongue moved over the bulging veins of his shaft. While this was keeping his attention there was a sharp pain in his left tit – someone had put a clamp on again! Could they not give him a rest? He was so sore up there. His attention was switching continuously from one part of his body to another going from pain to surging pleasure. Never had be felt all this before! The mouth and tongue were expertly working his dick. The hands applied another clamp to his right tit. He new he was near to blowing his load and was wriggling. It STOPPED.

He was left alone for 10 minutes and he went soft. His tits really hurt now and Matt started to buck and butt the bars with his head.

Then he felt a mouth close around his balls! They were being sucked and the magic tongue was rolling them around like a rosary! While this was keeping his mind distracted the clamps were flipped off.

PAIN AGAIN

Hands massaged and twisted his sore tits pushing the blood back through them and there seemed to be an electric shock running from his chest to his groin. He shouted – yelling into the hood, sound echoing through his own head.

The sucking mouth moved from his balls back to his penis. The delicate tongue digging into the slit on the end. Shivers ran down Matt’s back. He had never felt like this before. Nights with girls had been good but the feelings running though him now were new!

His balls were now boiling and again he was about to release when the mouth stopped.

What was happening here!

Another 10 minutes but at least this time his tits were not being squashed. Perhaps he was wrong – he felt a new sensation; a light rubbing on the end of his nipples. It got stronger and Matt realised that they were being rubbed with what felt like sand paper.  

At the same time he felt a pinprick on his belly, followed by another and again. This turned into a line of pricks and Matt could feel the light pressure of what felt like a wheel of pins being run over his front from his now strongly pumped chest down to his groin. The lines started to move from side to side, rolling around his muscles. It tickled and he was again wriggling and bucking. The stroking of his nipples continued and his mind flickered between this new sensation that was driving him wild and the moving sharp pain of the wheel running patterns over his six-pack.

He was hard again. Absolutely rigid! Harder than he had ever been before!

The tongue was back just tickling the end of his throbbing member, pushing it’s way into the slit on the end.
After about 10 minutes of this Matt was roiling with need and about to cum.

It all stopped again!

He could feel the pre-cum juices dripping from his dick. His balls ached.

The pattern was repeated again and again and he began to shiver and twist.

It stopped and this time after a while he realised that it was over and he had still not found release. He was again alone and his mind came back to the present. He was standing with his arms behind him, locked in a tight cage with his head now aching from the confinement of the leather enclosing it and holding his mouth firmly shut. What on earth was he doing here! He was getting stiff legs again. Never had he stood for so long. Even guard duty was easier, at least then you could walk to and fro. He felt cramps coming again in his calves and pushed hard to free the tight muscles.

Jim’s voice came in his ear “Distraction. You are learning that you can take pain from one side whilst your mind is distracted from another. You need to be able to channel the pain into another area and let it wash through you as the endorphins kick in and take your mind to another place. Time to get some rest, you can have a bunk in the Brig downstairs, should think you are used to that!”

Matt heard a low chuckle and felt a hand rubbing his cock and balls gently with what felt smooth, it was a lube gel and he heaved a sigh, the tight leather pouch had been sticking to his balls and getting very painful. Then he felt his now soft member being lifted and pushed into his belly by a hard and prickly cover. The zips went up again tightening the pressure. His waist was encircled and pulled by the belt being tightened and he realised that the shorts were now padlocked shut but his time there was a hard and uncomfortable lining pressing onto his tackle. He could feel the pin sharp lining squashing his balls as they stuck out forwards and all up the bottom of his shaft as it again got hard and pressed into the belt at his waist.

He heard the rattle of the padlocks coming off and the squeak of the door to his cage opening. Jim grabbed him by the elbow and led him off, goodness new where. The strong grip steered him along.

After what felt like 100 yards and having descended a long flight of stairs they turned sharp left and Matt shoulders bounced off the sides of a doorway. Then he felt the hands at the side of his head again and the blindfold was removed. Dim light came in from a covered fitting in the ceiling.

“The hood stays on as there are still guys around. You will need to get used to this.” said Jim.

Jim spun him around and – Ahhh at last – his arms were released from the strap hanging down his back. The collar was unbuckled and the whole damn thing was taken away.

While he was starting to swing his arms around and begin some much needed exercise Matt heard the door clang and a lock clunk. He turned to catch a glimpse of Jim heading off down the corridor. What the fuck!

Where was he now! In the dim light he could not see much through the pin-prick holes in the hood. He peered around and could see a metal bunk on one wall. That was it, there was nothing else in the room. It really was a cell. He felt over his head just about able to lift his arms that far and found buckles down each side of a broad strap down the back of his head but each one had a small padlock through the hasp that stopped him from undoing them. The main neck collar was also locked and his mouth was still sealed behind the zip. It was staying on! A similar situation at the front of his belt and at the straps around his legs. All tightly sealed. Realising there was nothing to be done Matt lay down on the bunk and closed his eyes. He was exhausted! His nipples ached, stinging as he rubbed them. His belly ached as he ran his hands over and he could feel the bruising coming out. Sleep came with difficulty however as the pin pricks pressed onto his still hard dick. His balls, sore and swollen from the hours of being yanked down by the steel clamp kept jerking his mind from the edge of rest whenever he moved and the little spikes did their work.

Bloody Jim! What was this for! He remembered the huge ejaculation two weeks ago, how he ached to repeat that now but the leather shorts got in the way. He could not even rub himself because of the bloody liner.

As he lay on his back he ran his mind back over the day – Matt knew he had given a good performance he was sure. They had to know he was serious. He was proud – his first flogging on his now bruised and sore belly had been OK – keeping his toes apart had taken almost everything he had but the variety of the feelings and experiences had just kept him going. Moving his shoulders and arms he rubbed his belly gently. Ran his hands over his shorts, around his head, feeling the tight leather and then dropped off to sleep.

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