Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2012 18:26:56 +0000 (GMT) From: "jamesrosier@tiscali.co.uk" Subject: My Time in Sir's Dungeon This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers. If you're not allowed to be here, click back! This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. ====================== The sign on the door says "Dungeon" and Sir has said that I am expected, so I don't need to knock. He also said that I am not allowed to wear any clothes in the dungeon, so I am to remove them and leave them in a neat pile in the box outside the door. I strip off and, with some trepidation, open the door and enter the room. Around the room are various things I recognise - a jumping horse from a gym, racks against the wall, eyelets in the ceiling, a large table in the middle of the room. Plus a few things that I will doubtless learn about sooner or later. Sir gestures for me to lie down on the table and, when I've done that, straps my wrists and ankles securely. Sir is wearing his all-black outfit, complete with boots and black gloves. Once I'm secured to the table, Sir begins a routine I've never experienced before. First, a large dildo is thrust into my arse. Nothing new you might think, but this one has leads coming out of it and the main rubber "cock" has some metal dimples embedded. Then a sleeve is put over my cock. Again, leads come out of it. Next, my balls are surrounded by some weird plasticky shroud. More leads. The ball gag in my mouth doesn't seem to have any leads attached fortunately. Finally (for now) my nipples have what look like car jump leads attached to them. Oh, and I'm blindfolded. I hear Sir leave the room- he's careful to make sure I hear his footsteps and then the door closing. Not that I can go anywhere... After what seems like an eternity, I hear Sir re-enter the room. No words are spoken but I feel a tingling sensation in my cock (which is already hard due to the pill I was told to take earlier). Nothing major has happened. Yet. Then the dildo in my arse starts moving. Oddly, it more pulses than moves in and out, stretching my arse wider in the process. Whilst that is happening, I barely notice the tingling around my cock growing. But it does - almost as though I'm being electronically masturbated. Suddenly my balls are the subject of Sir's attention. If it wasn't for the gag in my mouth you'd have heard me from miles away. The shock is as though I've been hit in the balls by a mallet and my whole body would be shaking if I wasn't so securely attached to the table. The dildo is getting faster. So is the electric wanking of my cock (but not enough for me to cum - it's as though the machine instinctively knows when I'm close to the edge). Then my nipples start to stretch. I hadn't spotted that Sir had attached some string to them and that went through a pulley. If I wasn't gagged, the air would be blue. Then Sir revealed the final "eek"... Everything was on auto-pilot. His final words for the evening were "Sweet dreams!" As if I was going to get any sleep tonight. I'm still in the dungeon. I did get some sleep - apparently Sir turned the machines off at around 3am. When I wake up, all I've got left attached are the shackles holding me to the table and the ball gag in my mouth. Everything else has been quietly removed. My dicklet is hard with morning wood, of course. Sir walks into the room and says "Good morning, slave" I try to say "Good morning, sir" through the ball gag but just gurgles come out. Sir removes the shackles and the ball gag and orders me to stand up, hands behind my back, which Sir then promptly ties together. I'm ordered to follow Sir across the room and kneel down in front of him. My dicklet springs up even harder - it's thinking the same thoughts I am, I'm going to get some real cock to suck! Sir puts his semi-hard cock in my mouth but instead of starting to thrust in and out, I get a warm liquid pouring into my mouth. Even though it's Sir's piss I'm being fed, it doesn't taste nice. It's that rank, strong, early morning piss. But, grateful slave that I am, I swallow as much of it as I can, doing my best to ignore the unpleasant taste. Naturally, since I'm not trained for this, I spill some and Sir orders me to get down on all fours and lick up what I've missed. He also tells me that for failing to drink all of it, I'm going to be flogged until I've cleaned up the spillage. I start licking frantically. But every few seconds, I feel the leather whip on my arse or back, which begin to sting. Thirty or forty whips later, the floor is cleaned and Sir says I've qualified for breakfast. Whilst I was drinking piss, another slave has brought in breakfast and laid it out on the table, hotel style. I'm to crawl across to the table and eat my breakfast, left to right. Yay! Food! Thank you sir! But my excitement turns to worry as I see how it's laid out: Rice Krispies, in their unopened Variety packet (but thankfully not in plastic wrap as well) with a pint bottle of milk next to them, plastic top still firmly on. I do get into the Rice Krispies and manage to pour them into the bowl but the milk defeats me. So I munch the dry cereal and swallow. Not pleasant or easy but I manage. Then it's the hard boiled egg. Still in its shell. I pick it up with my teeth and tap it on the plate below but don't manage to knock much of the shell off. But I do eat most of the - very crunchy - egg. Finally there's the toast. Complete with a foil wrapped piece of butter and a small jar of blackcurrant jam. With my teeth, I get the foil off the butter and manage to at least place it on the toast. But, like the milk, the jam defeats me. Sir comes back in the room and inspects the breakfast I've had. He tells me that he's displeased that I'm so ungrateful that I didn't eat it all. I am to stand up straight, on two small blocks Sir has brought in, with tied hands above my head. I stand on the blocks and then my hands are tied through a loop in the ceiling. My balls have a cord tied round them and this goes off to somewhere on the wall in front of me. The cord is tightened so my balls stretch out in front of me. Then Sir commands me to stand there (what else am I supposed to do?) while he fetches something else... I wait... Sir comes back into the room. He's got more cord in his hands and also a bag of clothes pegs. Also a table tennis bat and a whip. The cords are swiftly attached to my balls. One leading to the wall to my left, another to the wall to my right and the final two stretch under my arse crack and go off to the wall behind me. If I move more than an inch of two, my balls are going to know it. Just to reinforce that idea, Sir asks me to do a small dance on the blocks as though I was an exotic dancer. I do my best but the only accompaniment are the yelps I give as I gyrate further than intended and one or both of my balls are stretched to almost breaking point. I'm told to stand still again whilst Sir applies what are apparently 144 clothes pegs. After he ties a blindfold round my eyes. I'm told to count them out loud and that if I get it wrong, my balls will feel what it's like to be a ping pong ball. Sir starts with a helter-skelter style pattern on my dicklet. I count out loud: "one...", "two...", "three...", "four...", "oh fuck!" Apparently I didn't notice that Sir had put two clothes pegs on my dicklet at once. I only counted one of them and the table tennis bat just made contact with my nuts. The pain shoots through me and I want to double up and nurse them but that's not an option at the moment. The clothes pegs continue to be added. I'm counting quite well: "thirty seven....", "thirty eight...", "thirty nine...", "forty...", "forty one...", "forty fuck shit piss wank!" Hmm. That was a mis-count. Mainly because my nuts were the target of the table tennis bat again. Harder than the last time. Much harder. And actually a double action. First the left one then, almost instantly after, the right one. How am I going to cope with the remaining hundred? Badly it seems. I get the next 24 counts right. Then it's another assault on my balls. And also one of the blocks I'm standing on is removed. So I'm perched like a flamingo on one leg. I'm doing my best to concentrate and get another 17 right. Then my left nut feels like Sir has gone for the winning shot. If it wasn't tied in all directions, I swear it would have scored a goal in my arse. The pain is excruciating. Sir gives me a minute or two to contemplate the pain. Because he has another treat in store for me: the second block is taken away. And, with it, I drop a couple of inches and my nuts are almost torn apart in six different directions. Words can't describe the pain sensations that are going through me - pain is shooting everywhere but it gradually subsides and the pegs continue to be applied. Only 61 to go. Let's hope I don't miscount too many... I somehow manage to get to 123 without incident. But I miss another double pegging and my balls know about it almost instantly. They're already stretched out by the cords and are a perfect target for Sir's aim. And don't I know it. Even though they're stretched out sideways, Sir manages to hit both of them at once. It feels like they bounce upwards as I feel them touch some of the clothes pegs on my dicklet with the force of the swipe. Fuck, I hope this is over soon! It almost is... But Sir makes sure I miss the count for the final peg so that he can take a final bat to my tender balls before the main show begins... I'm suspended by my wrists - the blocks under my feet were kicked away - and my balls are stretched whichever way I twist. And don't I know it - there's pain going through me constantly. Not to mention the clothes pegs that Sir clipped on. Those are about to be the subject of Sir's attention... The thwacking sound gives it away - the precision hit on just one clothes peg, releasing it from my skin with a sharp pain. And that wasn't one of the ones that's attached to anywhere sensitive - it was just on my chest. Sir is circling round me. I can sense it. Patiently waiting for the right moment to strike. He knows that the tension will mount in me, especially as I can't see where he is because I'm still wearing the blindfold and Sir has quiet shoes on. Then the moment arrives... The whip races through the air and takes off what must be half a dozen pegs from my balls. I haven't been with Sir long enough to have my balls shaved, so the action pulls some hair out at the same time. Maybe that's why I wasn't asked to shave down there yet. The pain shoots through me - partly the fast action of the clothes pegs getting unclipped, partly the hair that went with them. The whip didn't touch my balls directly but it did cause me to move (big time) which, in turn, stretched my nuts every which way. Of course, with the ball gag still firmly lodged in my mouth there's not much of a scream to be heard. Despite the intense pain, my dicklet is still hard. Maybe due to the pill, maybe not. My dicklet is dripping pre-cum but because my hands are tied to the rope suspending me I can't lick it off. And I've just remembered, it's got lots of pegs on it. Probably because one of them has just been flicked off. Then another and another and another. Fuck! The pain from my dicklet is indescribable. Peg after peg is being removed from it and I can't do anything about it. But I'm still hard, even with all this going on. This really is a first class mind- fuck. After flogging the pegs off my dicklet, Sir decides he's had enough whipping for a while. There are still plenty of pegs on me but they're going to stay there for some time yet. Instead, I'm given back my blocks to stand on except that at the same this happens, my arms are raised higher. So I'm on tip-toe now. And my balls are being stretched even more as the cords were tight when my body was lower. Suddenly my arse is hit. So much so that I instinctively move forward to avoid the pain. Which, of course, increases the pain and I try to get back to the blocks whilst I'm dangling in mid air, my balls being tugged every which way as that happens. After letting me swing in mid- air for what seems like an eternity but is probably only a few minutes, I'm gently lowered to the floor, blindfold and ball gag removed, and told to make my way back to the table and lie (back facing down) on it. Then my hands and ankles are strapped so I'm spread-eagled again. Another person walks into the room - Sir introduces them as another master. They proceed to flop out the largest cock I've ever seen. It's flacid but is already more than double the size of my dicklet when it's erect. Without a word, this new master straddles my face, puts their monster cock in my mouth and commands me to get them hard. I struggle to even get my mouth around this tasty piece of meat but slowly work my tongue on the tip of their cock and it begins growing even more. But clearly this isn't fast enough for this new master and they start to act like they're in a porn film (maybe there are - I'm still not sure if there are any cameras in the dungeon) and force me to deep throat them. They don't care about my gag reflex and seem to be getting harder every time I start to choke or gasp for air. They get in a routine: Long, deep, thrust into my mouth so I'm (somehow) taking all their cock. Sometimes holding my mouth open with his fingers. Hold it there while I desperately try to gasp for air. Laugh when my gag reflex kicks in and I gurgle some nasty slimy substance out of my mouth and nose. Withdraw. Let me get a very quick breath, sometimes only a fraction of a second. Repeat the whole exercise. That goes on for ten, maybe fifteen, minutes. Then the routine changes slightly... Mostly it's the same but when I'm choking on the monster dick, balls on my chin, he pinches my nose as well. So I stand no chance of breathing whilst his dick is submerged in my mouth. Then the pace starts to pick up and I can feel more tension in his cock. Yum! I'm about to get fed cum! But there's a twist. I'm ordered to keep my eyes wide open and to stick my tongue out as far as possible. I'm told that if I'm lucky enough to get any cum on my tongue, I'm not allowed to swallow it without permission. I nod acceptance of these terms. Even a few drops of cum would be nice and I'm hoping it's going to be lots of threads of thick, juicy cum. The moment arrives... He pulls back and aims at my face. Making sure that his cum gets in my hair, over my forehead, into my eyes (that stings!), dribbling down my nose and just a few, precious, drops of his nectar on my tongue. As instructed, I don't swallow. I'm actually told to lick my lips with his cum and to thank him for the mouth fucking I've just had. I do this and lavish on the heartfelt praise. And eventually, I'm allowed to swallow the few drops of cum on my tongue. The rest is going to stay where it is and I might be allowed to eat it once it's dried to a crust overnight.