Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2010 19:22:27 +0000
From: Ben nobody <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Most Common Denominator Ch6

The Most Common Denominator
Chapter 6

	Lyle was returning to the bedroom and met Lee walking out of the
bedroom. He gave him a hug and a kiss. "Be careful, Sunshine. Have a good
day at work. Call me next time you want to get `nekkid'."
	Lee kissed him once more. "I always want to get `nekkid'." With
that he went out to his car.
	Lyle shut the door behind Lee. "Time to get dressed and get this
place straightened up a bit.' He thought.
       As he moved about the spacious apartment, his mind wandered back to
the trip he had taken to Toronto three months before. It was his first trip
to the city and he had been looking forward to it for a long time. He had
heard it was very gay-friendly and that the men were quite uninhibited. He
found out it was all very true.
       Lyle drove the rental car from the airport to the bed and breakfast
where he had booked a room. After checking in and taking a long, hot
shower, he decided to check out one of the local bathhouses.
       When he found the building, he was surprised to see it was in a
relatively upscale business district. The building itself was very modern
and clean looking. It was not at all like the places men frequented for sex
in the United States. Most of them had been old and rather run-down,
situated in questionable neighborhoods or industrial areas. This was a
welcome difference indeed!
       The lobby was small, but tastefully decorated. He checked in and was
given the key to a small room complete with a small padded "bunk", a stack
of clean towels and a bowl full of condoms and lubes. The door had a small
window with louvers which could be opened and closed from the inside.  This
provided the occupant(s) the choice of privacy or exhibitionism which best
suited him/them.
       Lyle undressed and placed his folded clothes on the shelf. His key
also fit a small locker for his wallet, cell phone and other
valuables. Wearing only a soft, black towel, he headed out to explore the
facilities. He placed the elastic band holding the key onto his wrist. He
noticed that it also had a loop which was perfect for holding the bottle of
poppers he had purchased at the check-in counter.
       As he made his way down the hallway, Lyle noticed that the lighting
was soft and subdued instead of the almost total darkness of many of the
other sexual haunts he had visited. Instead of the usual maze he found a
series of large rooms, each with its own fetish or themed activity. He
strolled from room to room listening to the throbbing, sensual music. He
heard a sound that caught his attention and entered a room to investigate.
       It was obvious to him he had found a dungeon. The black walls were
lined with a series of St. Andrew's crosses, stocks, manacles and shackles
screwed to the walls. In the center of the room were cages and kneeling
benches. On one of the benches was a young man with a tight, defined body,
nude with the exception of a black leather mask that obscured his entire
head save his nose, mouth and chin. His hands were cuffed behind his
back. He was on his knees, bent over forward with his shoulders resting on
a padded bar.  He was wearing a device that Lyle had seen for sale
online. It was known as the "humbler".
       The humbler is a hinged bar with a center opening. It was bent so
that, when properly worn it lies against the back of the legs and the
wearers balls are clamped through the hole. The humbler forces the wearer
to be bent at the hips, thus exposing his ass completely. Any attempt to
straighten causes his balls to be stretched more tightly.
       This particular bench allowed access at the front and back of the
young man. He could not move and anybody could come up to him and stuff a
cock into his mouth or his ass-or both! Spot lights had been placed in the
room to focus one's attention on the asses cocks or faces of the occupants
of the room's various devices.
       A muscular man, wearing a pair of tight-fitting black chaps and a
leather chest harness was aggressively face-fucking the "humbled" young
man. He held the masked head in both of his hands as he roughly plunged his
thick cock in and out of the guy's mouth. The kneeler was doing his best to
accept as much cock into his mouth and throat as he could manage.
       He was alternately moaning and making wet, gagging noises. Saliva
was running down his chin and dripping onto the floor.  Judging on the size
of the spit puddle, Lyle guessed that this had been going on for quite some
time.
       Another, slightly less powerfully built, man was behind the kneeling
bench. He was inserting a series of large dildos into the muscular young
ass. He would slowly push one in and demand that it be held in
place. Picking up a small leather paddle he quickly tapped and slapped the
stretched balls.
       The kneeling man was breathing loudly and rapidly through flared
nostrils. Lyle could hear his breath cut off each time the big cock was
forced deep into his throat, as he man in chaps would push his entire cock
in and hold it for what seemed to be a very long time.
       All the while the "victim" was making gurgling sounds around the wet
flesh. His face (what could be seen) would begin to redden with the effort
of trying to swallow the entire length. The face fucker would finally take
mercy on him and withdraw to allow him to gulp some much needed air.
       The two tops worked the third man in perfect rhythm. While the cock
was out of his mouth, his ass and balls were harshly punished so that at no
time was he left to completely rest.  This treatment would last as long as
it interested the tops, and then one or both would abandon him. Since he
could not move he remained where he was until somebody else came along to
use him.

       Lyle looked across to the source of most of the noise in the room. A
large naked man sporting a series of tattoos over his body was on a St
Andrew's cross. He was facing the wall and his outstretched wrists and
ankles were bound to the cross.
       The noise was generated by a thick leather strap which was being
brought against his exposed ass in a barrage of sharp, stinging blows. The
strap was in the hand of a surprisingly small man dressed in a pair of
faded and torn Levis and heavy work boots. He had begun sweating from the
exertions of his efforts.
       Watching, Lyle winced each time the leather strap came down on the
bare flesh. The man on the cross was prevented from yelling aloud by a
large ball held in place over his mouth by a gag. The ball had large holes
in it to allow free breathing, but muted most of the cries each time his
ass was shaken by the brutal strap.
       "Holy shit!" thought Lyle. "I could probably get into the throat
fucking and ball torture of the first guy, but I don't want anybody beating
my ass.  Fuck, look at those welts!" He decided to move on...

To be continued...

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