From: Kevin Wilson <70641.507@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Gay male BDSM story part 1
Date: 26 Oct 1994 23:44:40 GMT
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This story includes gay sex, piss, assplay, whacking, bondage,
gags, blindfolds, ballsucking, pipe smoking and tea drinking. If
you don't like any of those, don't read it.

But it *is* <shocked gasp> totally consensual!

This is part one of three.

*********************************

                        Sunday School
                        =============

Part 1
------
It's Sunday morning, and I have orders from my Daddy to carry out
before he gets here after lunch.  As well, that is, as the usual
things: getting myself clean and ready inside and out, and
turning the room from bedroom to dungeon, getting all the toys
out of their sundry hiding places and laying them out.  Artwork
comes down off the wall, and the large hooks which lie behind the
posters get moved around into their correct positions so that he
can string me up any way he wants.  The big cardboard mailing
tube comes down out of the top of the closet, and the canes and
spreader bars come out of it and get laid out ready.  Toybag
comes out from under the bed, and all the accoutrements get laid
out on the table.  Quilt and extra pillows get cleared off the
bed into the closet, out of the way.  What's missing?  Oh yes...
the paddle won't fit in the mailing tube and lives on its own in
the bottom drawer in the closet: get it out and put it with the
other whacking implements.  How did I manage to accumulate this
many toys anyway?

Usual stuff done, it's time to carry out my special orders.  I
haven't pissed since just after I got up this morning, and all
through the arrangements I've needed to.  I strip, and take into
the bathroom with me a plastic bowl and the red briefs I've been
wearing this morning.  The briefs go into the bowl, and I'm to
piss into the bowl on the briefs and leave them that way in the
bathroom.  That's all: simple but it makes me hot as hell to do
it.  I don't know whether that's all there is to it, or whether
he intends to do something with it later.  I'd rather not know: I
like not knowing what's going to happen.

After my shower, I dress in something I think he'll enjoy.  The
torn jeans have seen a fair amount of use lately, so maybe I'll
give them a rest.  Chaps over a jock should do the trick nicely,
and a tank top with my nipples showing through tears in the
front.  He likes to be able to get at them easily.

It's 12:30 and he'll be here any time.  I'm like the proverbial
cat on hot bricks... every time I sit down I get up again and
walk round the house again, looking at the clock.  I don't have
my watch on: I'd have to take it off anyway later when he puts
restraints on my wrists.  If he does.  I hope so.  He knows I
need tying down thoroughly today.

Doorbell goes.  He's here!  At least, I hope it's him... if I
open the door like this to my next-door neighbour it'll be a bit
embarrassing.  Oh well... yes, it is him.

I think this is going to be a good day.  He grabs me by the hair
as soon as the door's closed and pushes me down onto my knees,
takes my glasses off, and pushes my face into his crotch.  God,
he smells good!  I rub my mouth against the lovely bulge next to
his fly, gnaw on it through the denim with gentle teeth.  He
holds my head tight with both hands, rubbing my face from side to
side and up and down against him, and I'm grabbing at that bulge
with my open mouth every time it comes near enough.

By the time he pulls my head back off him, the bulge is a good
deal bigger and more solid.  He holds me back with one hand in my
hair while he undoes his fly buttons with the other and pulls out
that beautiful big dick of his and his hairy, meaty balls.  What
I really want to do is grab the smooth silky solid head of his
dick in my mouth and suck on it and tongue it... run my tongue
round under the rim, and dig it into the piss-slit and taste him.
Not allowed to do that though... not unless it's wrapped, and
neither of us is quite as keen on the idea then.  So I get to
suck on his balls instead, and that feels real good... I can get
both in my mouth at once, if I try.  I can see him stroking his
dick while I suck him, and I love watching it... love him rubbing
it warm and solid over my face too, while I'm still sucking his
balls.  He holds my head tight against him and slaps my face
while I'm sucking... I have to be careful not to bite down when
he does that... over and over and I suck and suck and lick and
lick and there's nothing else in the world except the smell and
the feel and the taste of him.

He doesn't want to cum yet: it's too soon.  He pushes me back and
I sit back on my heels and watch him pack everything back into
his pants - for now.

Hand in my hair again, pulling me up onto my feet.  He pulls my
shirt off over my head, drops it on the floor: undoes the belt on
the chaps and flips the waistband down, tells me to take them
off, fast.  As I bend over, undoing the zips down the legs, he
puts one hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head down
further.  With his other hand he starts to spank my bare butt,
hitting me hard over and over again as I struggle to get the
chaps off.  As soon as they're off he pulls the jock down past my
ass, and continues to spank me as I pull it the rest of the way
off.  I'm bent over, held there, yelping and wriggling as his
hard hand comes down over and over again on my burning ass.

The spanking stops, but he still holds me bent over, my ass in
the air.  His free hand slides over my ass, stroking up and down
along my ass crack and making me wriggle and moan and push
against his hand.  He knowwws I need my asshole played with and
he keeps on sliding his fingers over it, touching it so lightly
that it makes me more and more frustrated, makes me push up on my
toes to try and get him to touch me properly there, but the more
I push up, the lighter his fingers get till he's just tapping
there, right there on my hole so light I can hardly feel it but
it's making me crazy.

He gives me one hard smack right on my asshole and I yell and
stagger.  The only thing holding me up for a moment is his hand
gripping the back of my neck.  He pulls me forward and I move
with him, off balance, round the corner and into the bedroom,
where he pushes me down onto my knees and forward across the bed.
His hand moves to my hair and pulls my head way back: a cloth
goes over my eyes and gets tied on firmly.  I can't see anything
now.

I can hear him moving about behind me as I kneel there, my face
pressed into the mattress.  He's getting something out of his own
toybag, a few things from my stuff on the table.  First he pulls
my hands back behind me and puts a small ball in each one,
curling my fingers around the ball.  A sock goes over each fist,
tightly enough so that I can't uncurl my fingers.  Then he ties
the hospital restraints round my wrists, wrapping the tapes so
that I can't pull my hands out and tying them tight enough but
not too tight.  Then he takes the long tails of tape from each
wrist and wraps it round my upper thigh, tying each wrist to the
thigh beside it.  There's a little play in the tape, but not a
lot: I can move my hands maybe a inch each way.

Now I feel him put my collar round my neck and close it.  It's
not the usual collar that we use for scenes, which has several d-
rings around it, he's using my "dress collar" that I wear to
bars, which has a chain all the way round it but no rings.  I
feel the tug as he hooks the leash onto the chain at the front.
He's pulling at me with the leash, making me move back off the
bed, turn around and follow him along the hall, shuffling along
on my knees and unable to use my hands to crawl either.  I can't
see where I'm going, I just have to follow the pull of the leash.
Round a corner and into the bathroom.  Sounds of dripping and
dribbling, but not from the tap.  His voice: "Open your mouth,
boy".  I open it wide, he grips the leash right by the collar and
forces my head back.  Something cold and wet, a cloth, he's
pushing into my mouth.  Dripping wet, tastes strange: I know the
taste and I can smell it and I know the smell.  My piss-soaked
briefs that I left in the bathroom earlier!  He shoves all the
cloth into my mouth with rough fingers and it seems to get
wetter, I think he's tipping more piss from the bowl into my
mouth.  I have to swallow or I'll choke: he pushes my mouth
closed and holds it closed while I splutter.  Then duct tape
across my mouth, several strips, pressed down tight over my
closed lips so that I can't open them and the piss in my mouth
has nowhere to go but down my throat.  I can feel him stroking my
throat gently as I swallow until all the excess liquid is gone:
all that's left is the wetness in the fabric of the briefs, and
that's not going to go away.  I'm going to have the taste of my
own piss in my mouth for a long time yet.

Now we head back to the bedroom, along the hall - carpet's rough
on my knees when I can't take any weight on my hands.  Onto the
bed again: this time he pushes me right forward into the middle
of the bed so I'm lying along the length of it, face down, with
some pillows under my belly.  My nipples are accessible under me
past the top edge of the pillows.  As I lie there I can feel the
bed move across the floor as he pulls it out more into the middle
of the floor so that he can get at it from both sides.  This is a
small room and there's not much spare space.

He pulls my legs apart and tucks each foot between the outer two
bars of the tubular footboard of the bed at each side.  The other
two hospital restraints go on my ankles, and he uses the spare
tape ends to tie my ankles to the bars so that my feet are held
in the middle of the space between the bars, sticking out between
them off the end of the mattress.

Then he runs a chain across from one side of the bed to the other
under my neck, fixing it at each end to the metal side rails of
the bed, and attaches the chain round my collar to it at two
points.  My head's turned a little to the side so that I can
breathe, but I can't turn it back and forth now because of the
chain.

Now I feel rope laid across my back.  He weaves it back and forth
across my body, tying it down tightly to the side rails of the
bed, from my upper back right down to my calves at the foot of
the bed.  A loop of rope round each leg above the knee is tied
back to the side rail, so that there's no way I can move my legs
together.  A wide cloth strip across my head holds that down
firmly too.
I hear his voice quiet in my ear.  "Struggle, boy.  Let me see
how much you can move".

There's not much movement for him to see as I start from my head
and try and move each part of me.  I can wriggle my body, a
little... maybe an inch or two either way at the most.  My hands
can waggle back and forth a bit.  The only parts of me which can
move at all freely are my feet, dangling in space off the end of
the bed.  I can touch the bars at either side with them if I try,
but I don't want to - that metal's cold against my warm skin!

It's obvious to both of us that I'm not going anywhere any time
soon, not even an inch or two up the bed.

Since it's pretty much the only sense I have left, my hearing is
working overtime trying to work out what's coming next.  What's
he going to do to me now that I'm tied down like this?  I hear
the sound of lube coming out of a tube, and hope that means he's
going to play with my ass... I neeeeed it filled!  His hand
touches my butt and I shudder in excitement: he's got a pair of
thick rubber industrial gloves on and he knows how much the feel
of gloved hands exploring me turns me on.  His gloved hand
spreads my ass cheeks apart and something cool and hard touches
my hole, presses, demanding entry.  It slips in easily when I
relax... it's a butt plug, easy to take.

Now his gloved hand plays with my right nipple, rolling it around
and just rubbing the nubby rubber of the glove across it.  Gently
still now, not hard yet.  The nipple is standing up hard and
stiff from the treatment it's getting and I feel cold metal
against it.  Lightly, one of the little screw tit biters goes on.
Just enough to pinch a little.  I know he'll tighten it up later.
The left nipple gets the same treatment.

Then I feel his hand between my legs.  More of the little biters
going on, this time on my balls, two each side.  Not tight: just
enough so I know they're there.

His voice is in my ear again.

"I'm going away for a while now.  You're going to stay here and
think about what's coming soon.  Think about how your butt feels
from the spanking I gave you just now, and think about how it's
going to feel when I cane you in a while: think about how your
tits and balls feel now, and how they'll feel soon when I tighten
up the clips: think most of all about the fact that you can't do
anything about any of those things.  You can't move away, can't
see them coming, can't talk to me.  You can't stop me doing
anything at all that I want to do to you, and you'll stay exactly
where you are until I choose to let you go."

I hear his footsteps going away down the hall, and the sound of
cups clinking in the kitchen.  He's probably making himself a cup
of tea.  I lie and think about what he told me to think about,
and as I think about it I get more and more excited and more and
more open and ready for it.  I can't move, don't want to move:
all I can do is lie and wait for him.

I don't know how long it is that I wait.  I don't have any time
measure in here, inside myself, and I don't know that I care.  I
don't feel any urge to struggle: lying still is something I'm
pretty good at even if I'm not tied down (that is, when nothing's
happening!).  After a while I don't feel much physically, not
because I'm numb, but just because the mind tunes out continuous
stimuli like the feel of the bed under me, or the ties round my
wrists.  Somewhere in the distance I can hear him making tea:
nuke beeps, cup clunks, teaspoon stirs.  I float, and wait.

His footsteps come back down the hall and I hear him put the mug
down on the table.  I tense, but no, he's gone away again.  Odd
thumps in the hall, and the sound of the squeaky wheel on the
brown armchair from the living room.  He's bringing it in here to
have a comfy chair to sit on... can't blame him, if we're going
to be here for a while.  It's a good sign.

Sounds of him sitting down in the chair, settling himself, clunk
of the tea mug.  I keep expecting him to do something...
anything... hit me with the cane, flick the tit clamps, whatever.
But he doesn't.  I guess he's just sitting there looking at me.
Maybe not even that, I can hear paper, pages turning: fuck it, is
he sitting there reading while I'm laid out like this?  That
thought does make me wriggle, or try to: I can't much.  There's
no response anyway.  I can hear him sucking on his pipe, too, and
smell his tobacco.  For some reason the idea that he's just
sitting there comfortably in the armchair, with his pipe and his
book and his cup of tea, makes me half indignant and half even
more excited.  Attention!  I want attention!  And I'm not going
to get it unless/until he feels like it, no matter how hard I
breathe through my nose - which is about the only slightly
noticeable thing I can do.

And that's how things stay for I don't know how long.  I'm so
frustrated I'm probably dripping onto the bed, but it doesn't do
me any good.  I can't rub any useful parts against anything else
anyway.

By the time he does actually do something, I don't even hear it
coming because I've tuned out his small noises.  The cane across
my ass - Hard! - takes me by surprise and I... well, if I wasn't
tied like this it'd be a yell and a wild wriggle.  As things are,
it's more of a muffled squeak and a twitch.  And because of that
I feel the burn of it even more than I normally would, hot
spreading burn that makes me want to curl up in a ball, makes
every muscle tie itself into a tight knot.  And stay like that,
waiting for another.  There is no "another", though.  Instead,
his fingers take one tit clamp and quickly tighten it, the teeth
on the clip biting much harder into the nipple than they did
previously.  I'm making whining noises through the gag while he
does that one and the other tit... ahhhhh, that's tight, I have
to fight to let go and take it.

*******************
end of part 1 of 3
From: Kevin Wilson <70641.507@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Gay male BDSM stor part 2
Date: 26 Oct 1994 23:47:33 GMT
Organization: via CompuServe Information Service
Lines: 254
Message-ID: <38mpql$9lr$2@mhadg.production.compuserve.com>

This story includes gay sex, piss, assplay, whacking, bondage,
gags, blindfolds, ballsucking, pipe smoking and tea drinking. If
you don't like any of those, don't read it.

But it *is* <shocked gasp> totally consensual!

This is part one of three.

*********************************

                        Sunday School
                        =============
Part 2
------

His hands - in the leather work gloves, ohh yesss! - stroking my
ass now.  Gloved hands feel like they're exploring me, digging
into my asscrack and down between my legs, stroking along the
joints and squeezing my crotch tight from underneath.  He tugs on
the clips on my balls, pulling at them: they're not on very tight
- yet! - but the tugs make them bite as if they were.  Both hands
push between my legs, they feel so big, as if they're forcing me
further open.  He tightens up the clips, slowly this time, so I
have time to feel them gradually bite deeper into the soft flesh.
Moannnnnn... ohh that hurts real good.  He jams his hand hard
into my crack and pushes the butt plug in hard, as deep as it'll
go, and wriggles it.  He starts to thump with his fist into my
crack, thudding against the plug and making it dig hard into me
every time he does it.  I'm grunting with each thump: doesn't
hurt, exactly, it just feels real deep and achy.  Suddenly he
grabs the plug and pulls it all the way out.  I don't want to be
empty!... I arch up as much as I can, and whine to get it back
again, or something, anything... I don't care what it is, I just
want something in my ass!  He pokes gently at me with the tip of
the plug.  Silently, I'm saying over and over, please sir please
sir pleassseee ssssirrrr... but he's just teasing me with it, he
won't push it back in.  He keeps taking it away and just putting
it back, pushing just a little at my wet asshole, so I start to
open and then he pulls it away again.  Fucckckkkkkkk!  Except
that this time it doesn't stop, and this time it's not the plug,
all small and slim, it's a big dildo pushing at me and demanding
entry and getting it, me feeling it push hard and stretch me
open.  Just the head in.  He holds it there and leans down to
talk in my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you with this, boy".  Pause.  I'm trying to
moan Yes Sir Please Sir through the gag.  "Not yet, though".  He
pulls it out and slaps his gloved hand hard into my ass crack,
across my open hole, smack smack smack sometimes his hand and
sometimes the dildo, hard and fast and I don't have time to catch
my breath between and all I want to do is scrreeeaaammm.

He stops.  It takes me a while to stop jerking and shuddering and
making mewling noises.  When I do, he takes hold of the nipple
clips again, one in each hand.  He doesn't do anything with them
to start with, just holds them, and I lie there waiting for the
pain there to start.  My ass is burning hot and tingling.  He
starts to tap with his fingers against the clips, making the
nipples jump around and me feel the teeth bite again.  Tap, tap,
FLICK! hard on both nipples and I think they're going to fall off
and he does it againnnn fuck fuck fuck Sir please I can't take
any more of that and I can't tell you and he just holds them
still.

Is he going to do it again?
Maybe I could take just one more.  I wait, wound up.

He doesn't flick, but pulls... slowly pulling both clips down as
I whine into the gag and my nipples send pain messages all though
me.  He lets go, lets the nipples spring back.  Then tightens the
clips again, just a little more, but enough.  Enough!

I hear him sit back in the chair, and I relax again, taking
inventory of my body.  My butt is hot and tingling but ready for
plenty more.  My asshole still wants filling badly... but he said
he's going to give me the dildo later, so I just have to wait for
that.  My balls are complaining about the clips but not violently
so.  My back is untouched... I hope it won't stay that way.  My
tits hurt like hell.

The wheel squeaks again as he moves the chair across the floor,
down to the foot of the bed.  There had to be a reason why he
tied my feet like he did, and I've been waiting in anxious
anticipation for him to go down there.  He knows I like my feet
worked on... looks like now's going to be the time.

Both his hands - ungloved, now, and nice and warm - take hold of
my left foot and start to massage it.  Each of his hands is about
as big as my foot, maybe bigger, and it feels like my foot is
completely enveloped.  Feels real good... I purr into the gag and
stretch my foot and wriggle it.  He takes hold of it in one hand
and holds it still... strokes the sole firmly with the other
hand, from heel to toes, over and over.  Then, fingernails along
the sole... my foot tries to jerk reflexively but can't, he's
holding it.  Stroking again.  Suddenly, little stingy taps across
the sole... something light and narrow, chopstick maybe, or a
bamboo skewer.  Sting sting from heel to toes, hurts amazingly
for such a little tap, especially as it keeps tapping over and
over again.  My foot wants to curl up and twist away but he holds
it still, his hand and the ankle ties to the bedframe, and keeps
tapping and tapping and tapping till I'm trying to scream and
yell.  The tapping stops, and something else starts... something
wider and flexible, light slaps.  This time, over and over again
in the same place on the sole, then moving to a new place and
over and over again there.  When it stops, my foot feels like
it's on fire.  His mouth on it feels wild, all wet and soft, the
wetness cooling the fire.

He lets that foot go and takes the other one.  Same thing... hold
and massage, stroke, tap, slap.  The foot he's not working on
twitches in sympathy with the other.

Carefully, he releases the second foot and both hang there,
tingling and burning.  I can hear him take something from the
table.  Then his hand under my chest, tugging on the clip on the
right side.  Tug tug... ahhhhhh!  Unexpectedly, he flips the clip
open and I moannn as the blood rushes back into my poor abused
nipple.  Something's touching it again, something very small and
kinda spiky.. ohhh god he's going to use the little wire ones!  I
hold my breath and clench my fists tighter as I feel the four
little wires settle round my nipple.  Slowly they tighten and the
sharp ends of the wires sink into the flesh.  Ohhhh yes... yes...
I can manage that.  Just barely.  Just as long as it doesn't
move... and I don't move either.  I breathe very carefully.

Now the left side.  He tugs again and twists the clip, and I
wriggle... only slightly, as much as I can, but it's enough to
rub the wire clip on the right side against the pillows and blow
the top of my head off.  Shhhiiiiittttt!!!  He takes the old clip
off the left side and puts a wire one on that side too, while I
shake and try and get my breath.  I have to breathe carefully now
so as not to make the wires catch on the pillows under me and dig
deeper into my nipples.

He's down by my feet again.  Why did he bother switching the
clips on my tits, I wonder?  Ohhhh... god.  Because he wants to
use them between my toes.  One on each foot, on the web of skin
between the big toe and the next one.  Just tight enough to feel,
doesn't hurt much yet.

Running on hearing only like this, I feel like my ears must have
grown to about a foot long, I'm listening so hard.  He's getting
something off the table again.  Now hands between my legs, taking
the clips off my balls - is he going to put those on my feet too?
- and putting the heavy screw adjustable tit clamps on them
instead.  Lots of pressure in those clamps but no bite.  He puts
them on tight right away this time and I have a hard time staying
completely still, but I'm still highly sensitive to those wires
on my tits and I manage to hold myself still and not wriggle.

Yes, he's going to put the clips off my balls on my feet too.
Next two toe-webs get the same treatment and he tightens up the
first one.  Well, at least I know he can't put any more on there:
I only have 6 of the little biters.

Wrong.  I gave him a pair when I made them, so there's another
two to go on the last toe web on each foot.  I can't hold still
this time. All of me feels it as he tightens all the clips and I
wriggle helplessly and the wires dig into my nipples.

The cane, again, takes me by surprise.  This time there's not
just one stroke but... how many?  I don't know, I'm not capable
of counting.  Every one makes my body jerk and all the clips and
clamps tug and bite.  Not many, though.  Maybe six.  The he sits
there beside me and strokes my back slowly while I gradually stop
shuddering and shaking.

When I can be still again he takes his hand away.  "I'm going to
get some more tea, boy.  Don't go away: I'll be back".

Left alone again, this time I have plenty to feel and as much or
more to think about.  The clamps and clips on nipples, balls and
toes are tight enough now that I'm not going to stop feeling them
until he takes them off.  My ass is on fire from the cane - and I
know there's going to be more of that, and other kinds of
beatings.  I know too that when he beats me soon I'm not going to
feel just the strokes.  No, every stroke is going to echo in tits
especially, but balls and feet too.  I wonder if he's going to
use weights on those clips between my toes?  God, I hope he can't
hear that thought!

I can hear him making tea in the kitchen.  I can't decide whether
I want him to finish SOON and come back in here - because my tits
are on fire - or whether I want him to take a long time because I
know when he comes back they're going to hurt more.  What a
dilemma.  Then I realise that whatever I decide I want is
completely irrelevant: he'll come back when he comes back and
what I want makes no difference at all.  Knowing that makes me
want to cum on the spot.

Soon, he's back.  I think I wanted him to take longer, but what
the hell, it makes no difference.  Listening to him moving around
close to me and wondering what he's going to do next is...
suspenseful.

He reaches under my chest again and I tighten up, thinking he's
going to do something with the little wire clamps.  I can hear
him chuckle at my reaction and he just touches them... just
barely.  Then he tucks the pillows back under me so that they're
not touching the clamps.  Thank-you Sir... that means next time I
wriggle, my nipples won't feel like they're going to fall off.

Sound of clunk of metal from near the table: what's that going to
be?  Lots of metal things over there.

Weights, it was: weights for the clamps on my balls, and a quick
turn of the screw to increase the pressure, too.  I make guttural
sounds into the gag.  Weights too on the clips between my toes...
Ahhh!  Now that bites!  One on each clip, holding each foot tight
as he does the toes on it.  When the weights are on, I keep my
feet as still as I can... every twitch jiggles the clips and
makes the teeth bite.

Mmmmmm.... the tails of a flogger slide gently across my back,
letting me know what's coming.  Thank-you Sir, for the warning.
He starts slowly, letting the weight of the long leather lashes
drop onto my back but not swinging it hard yet.  It feels soooo
good, I want to purr and squirm - but can't.  Across my
shoulders, left and right, left and right, getting a little
harder and starting to thud nicely.  I grunt each time the weight
lands.  As the strokes get heavier my body starts to jump too,
inside the bonds, and that brings other things into play: tits a
little, balls some, and toes a lot - my feet can move much more
than the rest of me and the weights are jumping on each clip.  I
try and hold them still but he's hitting me harder now and a bit
faster, and I don't have enough mind-space inside me between
strokes to give thought to keeping still.

He moves the flogger to my ass and I really jump - those cane
welts from earlier are still glowing and the flogger strokes wake
them up again.  I can feel him move around the bed as he works
from different angles: getting the flogger right between my
spread legs, concentrating on one place till it's on fire and I
want to scream, then moving to another place and concentrating on
that.  The flogger moves back and forth from ass to back,
shoulder to shoulder, crotch to inner thighs, never missing a
beat.
Pause.

Then the cane.  No, two... the two willow switches I peeled and
made handles for several months ago.  They feel just like a
couple of canes, and he uses one in each hand.  He does the same
thing as he did with the flogger... picks a spot and concentrates
on it with both switches till I'm making high frantic noises into
the gag, then picks another spot and moves to it.  Every so
often, he'll lay one or both of them hard across my ass.  Both
together, side by side, about an inch apart, makes a double welt
of fire that just about blows my mind away.

I think if anyone asked me my name right now, I wouldn't know the
answer.

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end of Part 2 of 3
From: Kevin Wilson <70641.507@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Gay male BDSM story part 3 (last)
Date: 26 Oct 1994 23:50:34 GMT
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Message-ID: <38mq0a$9lr$3@mhadg.production.compuserve.com>

This story includes gay sex, piss, assplay, whacking, bondage,
gags, blindfolds, ballsucking, pipe smoking and tea drinking. If
you don't like any of those, don't read it.

But it *is* <shocked gasp> totally consensual!

This is part three of three.

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                        Sunday School
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part 3
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On and on.  He likes to do this for a long time and he knows I
need it that way too.  Different instruments: back to the flogger
for a while, then the rubber flogger - much slappier; and the
little radio antennae, very cold and thin and stingy in the crack
of my ass.  Right on my asshole... ahhhhh!  The cane on my back
too, along the pads of muscle between spine and shoulder blades.
And the paddle on my ass... that's something that feels better
and better the more I get of it.  Used right, I have never had
enough of the paddle.

He stops, and I can hear how hard he's breathing.  Whacking is
hard work.  I hang there in space, feels like, quivering and
waiting to find out if it's over or if there's more.

There's the sound of a rubber being taken out of its package and
put on something.  The dildo? His dick? fingers? I don't know.
Chances are, there's going to be something plowing my ass pretty
soon, though, and I arch a little, eager for it.  He sees me.
Whack!  The paddle lands hard across my ass.  I don't care... I
want that thing up my ass, whatever it is he's getting ready.
Wet noise of lube coming out of the tube, and coolness in my
asscrack as he spreads it there.  MMmmm, feels good... he gets me
really wet and slippery, all along the crack.

The bed creaks and moves as he gets onto it and pushes his knees
between my legs.  God, I hope the bed can stand up to both of us!
He leans forward over me and something big and warm... must be
his dick!... slides along my asscrack.  His weight comes down
partly on me, though he's taking most of it himself.  Just enough
to let me feel how big he is on top of me.  His dick slides back
sloooowly along my crack, across my asshole, and forward again.
I moan loud, I want him to know how much I like it.  He's sliding
the whole length of his dick back and forth along my crack now,
over and over again.  My asshole must be gaping open, I want it
filled sooo bad.  Every time the head of his dick slides across
it I try and suck him in, but I can't manage it - the angle's all
wrong.

His mouth is hot and wet on my ear, biting at it and whispering
to me about what a fuck-slut I am and how I need my ass reamed
out and how hot my butt feels from the beating.  He stops the
sliding crack-fucking motion and just lies there for a few
moments, then lifts his weight up off me and reaches over to the
side, where the table is.

I guess the sounds earlier were of two rubbers, because he
obviously has the dildo sitting ready and waiting on the table.
I don't have time to think or react when the head of it pushes
against my wet and slippery hole: before I really know what's
happening it's stretching me further open and the head pops into
me.  He stops it there, without going any further in.  Pulls it
back slowly, so it pulls from the inside against my sphincter
muscles and sloowwwwwly pops out again through the hole.  In
again: and out.  Over and over again he works just the fat head
in and right out again, in and out, in and out, till I think he's
never going to give it to me and I've stopped trying to push up
against it, and then, he slides it in all the way, all at once.
No pause once it's in: he keeps it moving in and out but not all
the way now, fucking me slowly with it.  It feels fucking
wonderful.  He starts twisting it and moving it from side to side
as he fucks me with it, and that feels really wild.  Holds it in
still for a moment, and gives me half a dozen paddle strokes
across the base of it, each one harder than the last.  Back to
fucking me with it again.  I'm rocking backwards and forwards on
the pillow a bit, and my tits and my balls and my feet are
singing in pain, and I'm still trying to push harder against it,
to get more.

There's more.  A buzzing sound, and the feel of the vibrator held
against my dick underneath me.  He's still fucking me with the
dildo and the buzz against my dick is driving me crazy.  I'm
going to cum all over the bed if he keeps this up.  He doesn't
stop.  It's true.  I'm going to.  Ohhhh godddddddd

My ass muscles clamp down tight as I cum but he keeps shoving the
dildo in and out of me, even while the contractions keep coming.
Feeling it plowing its way into my ass through the tight muscles
is wild and makes me cum even harder.

He stops the vibrator, settles the dildo deep in me, and lies
down on me again.  I'm shaking, from cumming and from the fact
that, now I have cum, the clips on my nipples particularly are
very close to Too Much.

He's talking to me.  "We haven't finished, you know, boy.  Just
because you've cum doesn't mean everything stops and we can go
home.  Far from it.  You've got me to get off, for one thing.
And for another, I may not have had enough of tormenting you.  I
might want to spend the next hour or two stretching that tight
little asshole of yours with a bigger dildo or two.  Or I might
want to sit here in the chair and finish my magazine in peace and
quiet, without you making noises because your tits hurt.  They
do, don't they?"

I nod a little, and moan in affirmation.  God, they do!

"I'm going to tidy up a little, and think about how I'm going to
make you get me off..  You're going to stay in exactly the state
you are now.  The more noise you make, the longer it'll be before
I take you out of it."

I am.... I don't know what I am.  Hurting, yes, all over.
Excited, yes, still: cumming doesn't stop me feeling horny.
Apart from that, I don't think I am anything.  Just waiting.

He's moving around the room, one side of the bed then the other,
moving stuff around.  He pats my ass in passing and I jump in
surprise, and hiss in pain as clips and weights jump too.

Now his hands are on my head, untying and lifting off the cloth
strip that held my head down.  It's to get at the gag: he tugs at
the duct tape and pulls each piece off in turn.  I hold my mouth
tight closed, resisting the pull of the tape till it's off.  I go
to open my mouth and push out the briefs but his hand clamps over
my mouth, stopping me.

"No noise yet, boy.  No talking when I take the gag out.  I don't
want to hear a word".
I nod.  All of a sudden I want it out real bad and if that means
I have to keep quiet, that's OK by me.  He takes his hand away
and pulls out the cloth.  I breathe deep through my mouth and
work my aching jaws, but don't say anything.

Then he's at the bottom of the bed, one foot cradled in his big
hand.  The first clip comes off... first the weight off the clip,
then the clip off the flesh, and he watches and enjoys my
reaction as the blood flows back and I arch backwards in my bonds
and yell.

He pauses: "Oh, by the way, you can make noises now.  No talking
though".

He takes them off one by one, making it last.  At this rate I'll
have a sore throat after this session after all, in spite of the
gag.  Four clips on each foot.  Then he moves up the bed and
takes the weights off the ball clamps.  And pulls on the left
one... god he's not going to take it off, he's going to pull it
off.  Aggghhhhhhh!  Fuck!  That's one.  Shiiiiiittttt!  That's
two.  Thank god there are only two.

I feel his hands under my chest again.  The wires open, releasing
my right tit, and I hold my breath while he takes the clamp away,
then let it out in a long sigh.  One thing about those little
wire clamps is that because they're all bite and almost no
pressure, I don't get the Aggghhhh! as the blood rushes back in.
Left one's off too.  Ohhhh that feels better.  What now?

He climbs back onto the bed so his crotch is level with my face
and rubs his dick across my face, like he did earlier at the very
beginning.  Mmmm... it still smells good and I still want to suck
it.  I nuzzle at him: my head's a little freer to move now.  His
balls are at my mouth and I open up and suck one in.  One of his
legs wraps over my head and one hand holds my head still while he
jacks his cock - I can hear the wet slippery sounds of it even
though I can't see it, and his crotch is humping against my face
as I suck his balls enthusiastically.  I have just enough space
here to switch balls from time to time and to breathe, but apart
from that I'm completely surrounded by the smell and taste and
feel of him.  He's moving faster and holding my head tighter and
I know he's getting close.  I suck him deeper and harder and he
grabs hold real tight and yells out loud as he cums over my head,
gripping me and leaning into me and jerking hard.  For a while
there I don't have space to breathe but that's OK: I can stand
that for a while.  He'll let go eventually.

He loosens his hold and rolls back off me in a few moments...
shudders and groans as his balls come out of my mouth.  Normally
I'd be holding and stroking him now, but right now I can't do
anything.  I just wait, again, while he relaxes and gets his
breath back.

It's odd how knowing that we've finished, and that soon I'll be
untied, suddenly makes me want to be untied very badly, even
though I've been quite relaxed about being immobilised for the
last who-knows-how-long.  I have to be stern with myself to keep
quiet and wait till he's ready.

After a while he sits up and rolls off the bed.  "Ready to come
out?" he asks.

"Yes Sir.. please" I reply.  I'm ready.
It takes a while, of course, because there's quite a lot to it.
The crisscross ropes have to come off first, then the chain my
collar's attached to.  The ankle ties, the loops above my knees,
the ties round my thighs, the wrist ties.  Last, the blindfold -
but not the collar.  Somehow I don't want to move, even now I
can.

"I need to piss, boy" he says.  There's a pregnant pause.
Thinking about it, I could piss too, and I also know what he
intends to do.  We'd better do this bit in the bathroom, which
means I have to move.  He pulls the leash from the table and
hooks it into the front of the collar, which I'm still wearing.

"Crawl to the bathroom", he says.  I still have to crawl?  OK..
"Yes Sir" and I'm off the bed too and on my hands and knees on
the floor.  I follow him into the bathroom and he pushes me into
the shower stall and makes me turn around.  He takes the plastic
bowl which held my piss earlier and places it underneath me.

"Can you piss with me here, boy?" he asks.  I don't know... I can
try.  I look down and concentrate on letting go.  He's still got
his boots on and I crouch looking at them.  Can I?  Yesss.... yes
I can.  I let go my held breath and piss into the bowl while he
looks down at me, still holding the leash.

When I've finished he takes the collar and leash off and puts
them on the vanity behind him, and moves the bowl with my piss in
out onto the floor behind him too.  He's pulled out his own dick
while he was watching me and now he makes me kneel upright,
leaning back a bit, with my hands behind me.  He just holds it in
silence, looking down at me, and I start to whisper... "Please
Sir, piss on me sir... please let me have your piss sir... piss
on your boy sir, please sir..." and he lets go and it's hot and
wet down my chest and it smells so good and feels so good...
there's so much of it, running down over my belly and my legs and
puddling round me in the bottom of the shower tray.  I love
watching the stream arch out of his piss slit and come forward
onto me.

He finishes, and shakes off the last few drops onto me.  "Stay
there", he tells me.  He turns around and picks up the bowl full
of my own fresh piss, grabs my hair and holds my head back.
"Eyes closed", he says.  I close my eyes and feel him pour the
wet warm fluid over my face, into my hair, and my mouth, and
trickling all down my neck and my chest to mix with his piss.  He
pulls my face into his crotch and pours the last of my piss into
my hair, then drops the bowl and rubs my wet face against him.

Eventually he pulls my head back.  "Like that, boy?" he asks.

"Yes Sir... thank you Very much Sir" I reply.  He pulls me up and
hugs me, and climbs into the shower stall with me.  This is going
to be a very friendly and crowded shower, this stall's not very
big and he is... but I guess we're good enough friends for that
by now.

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end of part 3 of 3