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  *     PART I - FIRST S&M SCENE - ORIGINAL FICTION BY TERRY      *
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  I had been following the S&M scene since I was old enough to get into
  gay bookstores.  I was proud of my developing body--part boy jock, and
  part man stud.  Frequent workouts in the gym paid off during my teens,
  I had nice pecs, biceps, and the classic washboard abs.   I had messed
  around with a few women, but men were the only thing that really got
  my crotch buzzing.  I wasn't into the gay scene, really, in fact I was
  more masculine than most straight guys, but I had a special desire,
  that desire was man to man S&M.
  
  I'd read all the hot JO material I could find, like Drummer, and
  acquired quite a collection of toys.  My collection started with
  vibrators, then cock rings; as I progressed into the scene I added
  larger dildos, butt plugs, C&B harnesses, and tit clamps. Then I
  discovered the erotic blast of amyl.  I started going without an
  orgasm for up to 2 weeks ending in a really hot JO session with all my
  toys.  I'd have a thick butt plug up my ass, a leather ball stretcher
  and cock harness on, a ball gag in my mouth, and nasty clamps on my
  sensitive tits.  I would make it last hours before finally taking a
  long hit of amyl and shooting an unbelievable load onto and past my
  face.  After a few years, though, it just wasn't enough any more, I
  wanted more.  With the aids crisis, I didn't really know how to find
  someone to put me through the real thing, but I had to do something.
  
  I'd always been turned on by the ads in Drummer.  Some of the men were
  into all the hot things I'd imagined while stroking my hard cock, but
  they were never even in my own state!  Recently, just after my 21st
  birthday, I ran across this ad listed in my area:
  
        HOT YOUNG BOTTOM WANTED WM, topman, 32, 6' 2", 180 lb,  solid
  muscle,  8" cock,  hot,  seeking jock boy, 18 - 25 for weekend
  sessions in well equipped  blackroom.   Boy  will be trained to
  service my man meat and be  kept in bondage  for my pleasure. Training
  will include SM, BD, TT, ass toys,  enemas, hoods, gags, and other
  specialties.  No body fluid exchange, safe sex only, limits respected.
  
  The first time I read it, my cock started oozing pre-cum, and I had to
  shoot a load on the spot.  It took weeks to work up the nerve to
  write, but I finally did.  I described myself, my bizarre JO sessions,
  and my limits in the letter.  I was desperately hoping this hot
  sounding top would be willing to train me, and introduce me to the
  real world of S&M.
  
  The reply came in the mail a few weeks later.  Enclosed was a picture
  of a really hot man, wearing only a leather body harness, standing in
  a playroom loaded with bondage equipment.  He had a sculptured
  hairless chest, bulging muscular arms, and a good sized set of cock
  and balls hanging on him.  He looked like he worked out regularly.  In
  the background I could make out some sort of bondage table, a sling,
  enema equipment hanging from the ceiling, and a wall and table full of
  leather items, dildos, etc. Again, my cock started oozing pre-cum
  without even touching it.
  
  In the letter, he said his first name was Tom, and he claimed that he
  was dedicated to S&M, but he only practiced safe sex.  He mentioned
  that my limits were acceptable but they would be expanded.  He said
  that once I was in bondage, and under his control, the session would
  only end when he wanted it to end.  He pointed out that was very
  different from me always having control with my JO sessions.  If I
  wanted to go through with it, I had to be serious about the scene, and
  I was to meet him at a local bar at exactly 6PM on Friday night, one
  week away.  I was also instructed not to even touch myself let alone
  cum for the next 7 days.  Something, he added, a bottom should always
  be able to do.
  
  It took every ounce of strength to keep from shooting my load after
  that letter and photo.  It got even worse as the days slowly went by.
  By Wednesday, I was beside myself.  I couldn't work, I couldn't sleep,
  all I could think about was that picture, and being under his command.
  My cock would get hard many times during the day just thinking about
  it.  I would wake up with a hard-on just dying to get my rocks off.  I
  started sleeping with a butt plug up my ass to loosen me up, and that
  made matters much worse!  Thursday night was hell, and I Friday at
  work was worse.
  
  That Friday night, I showered, put on a cock ring, cleaned my ass out
  with a few enemas, and forced some lube up my ass.  I was worried my
  newfound top might shove one of the huge toys in the photo up my tight
  ass.  On the other hand, I didn't know if he'd approve of my
  preparation.  I put on my favorite pair of 501's with nothing
  underneath, a black T-shirt, and some shoes.  I got to the bar early,
  and found a table in the back to keep my straining cock out of sight.
  It was my first time in a gay bar. There were a lot of hot looking men
  around, as well as some fems and fluff gay boys.  I was getting more
  than a few looks sitting there alone.  I had to tell a few men I was
  waiting for someone. There were a couple guys in leather, and just
  looking at them kept my cock straining against my jeans.
  
  Right at 6, the man in the photo entered and sat down at the bar. He
  looked as hot with his clothes on as he did in the picture. He looked
  powerful, yet friendly, like some of the guys at the gym.  I made my
  way to the bar, but there was no seat nearby, so I had to stand with
  my hard-on in full view.  With no underwear, my hard-on was plainly
  visible through the worn denim, and the cock ring wasn't helping any.
  I held out my hand and offered "Hi, Tom, I'm the one your looking for
  tonight!"
  
  "Well, I'm glad you took the first step" he replied in a husky voice
  as he firmly shook my hand.  Just feeling his grip made my cock
  harder.  He ordered a couple of beers.
  
  "Is this your first time in this place?" he asked.

  "Yes, I only recently turned 21.  Do you come here often?"
  
  He took a long swig from his beer, and answered "Only once in a while,
  usually to meet up with someone like you."
  
  We made more small talk, with him asking most of the questions. After
  we had each downed two beers, and I was feeling the effects, he asked
  "So, are you ready for the rest of it?"
  
  My mind was racing.  The tingling in my crotch said yes, yet part of
  my mind said no.  I hesitated, looked down at the floor, and replied
  quietly "Yes, my hard cock would never forgive me if I didn't."  He
  laughed and added "Is your car alright where it's parked, because I'm
  going to drive."
  
  "Yes, it's fine, when will you be bringing me back?"
  
  "That all depends on you..." he said, smiling.
  
  He took me to his car, and asked again if I was sure I wanted to go
  through with it, adding that this was my last chance to back out.
  Again, it was my hormones talking when I answered yes.  He instructed
  me to place my hands behind my back, and handcuffs were fastened
  around my wrists.  I hadn't expected this!  Next he placed a leather
  blindfold over my head.  He then layed me down in the backseat and
  gave my crotch a few good rubs while he was at it.  He got in, and we
  drove off.
  
  "Why the blindfold?" I asked.
  
  "Just the way I operate.  Why don't you just lie back there like a
  good boy and keep your mouth shut."  My cock was throbbing in my 501's
  from a mixture of excitement and fear.  He didn't say a word while I
  lay smothered in darkness wondering what I had gotten myself into.  As
  we drove, my hard-on disappeared, and my fear was starting to get the
  better of me.  Had my cock gotten me in over my head?
  
  When we arrived, he got me out of the backseat, and led me inside.  I
  was led around until he positioned me with my legs spread wide.  I
  felt something being strapped around my ankles, and before I knew it,
  some sort of spreader bar had been attached between my legs.  He then
  undid the handcuffs, and pulled my shirt off.  He ran his hands over
  my tits.  "You've got some nice pecs and nips here.  Bet you like
  showing off at the gym."
  
  I didn't know if I was supposed to answer.  I just stood there with my
  hands at my sides, blindfolded, with this near stranger pinching and
  rubbing my sensitive nipples.  He squeezed a nipple hard, and out of
  instinct, I reached for his hand.  He grabbed my wrist, and pulled it
  hard over my head.  "We can't have you doing that again, can we?"  He
  snapped in a stern voice.
  
  "Sorry, just instinct I guess" I blurted out.  He was wrapping some
  kind of leather cuff around my upraised wrist.  Next he secured the
  other wrist the same way.  By adjusting what sounded like chains, my
  arms were soon spread high over my head supporting some of my weight.
  I was worried I had made him angry already.  "Should I address you as
  Sir?"
  
  "You won't need to be addressing me at all."  He chuckled.  "Be a good
  boy, and open your mouth."  I felt a gag being shoved in between my
  teeth.  It tasted faintly of bleach, and must have been a penis gag as
  I could feel the outline with my trapped tongue.  The outer part had
  the pungent odor of well used leather.  I felt him strap it tightly
  behind my head.  So tight, that it was difficult to breath around the
  gag, and I had to mostly breath through my nose.  I started to get
  scared again. Now I couldn't see or talk to this stranger who I had
  encouraged to show me the world of S&M, bondage, and leathersex!
  
  "There, that's better.  That's not too tight is it?"  I nodded my head
  up and down to say yes--it was a bit tight.  "Good I'm glad it's ok"
  he said laughing again.  I shook my head to say no.  He laughed "You
  young bottoms are all alike, you can't make up your damn minds!"  He
  rubbed my crotch as he  undid my ankle cuffs, and unbuttoned my 501's
  with a hard tug.  Next he hung me by my arms as he pulled the jeans
  off, I moaned in pain into the gag.
  
  Now, I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to nod yes or
  no."  He reached down and started stroking my still hard cock.  "Have
  you been playing with this piece of meat this last week?"  I nodded
  no.  He squeezed my balls tightly causing me to moan into the gag.
  "Are you sure you haven't played with it?" Again I nodded no.  "Do you
  always wear this?"  He asked while trying to work a finger under my
  cock ring.  I nodded no.  "It seems to big for you anyway."  A shudder
  rippled through my body. As it was, the ring caused the veins to bulge
  out around the base of my member, and my balls would grow sore if I
  wore it for extended lengths of time--like they were tonight.  "Is it
  cold in here?"  He asked, obviously aware of the shudder.  I nodded
  no.
  
  He moved around to my backside, and grasped both of my ass cheeks.
  "You keep these good and tight, I like that.  What about this, is it
  tight too?"  He was working a finger up my ass as I nodded yes.  "I
  see you've greased it for me.  Did it ever occur to you that I might
  like my bottoms to have a dry boy hole?"  I nodded yes.  "Well why the
  hell did you grease your ass then?"  I shrugged my shoulders because I
  couldn't answer his question. "Is it because you want me to put my
  biggest ass toys up here?" He was still working his finger around.
  Then, he pulled his finger out and I heard him leave the room.
  
  Soon, my arms grew tired as the blood drained from them, and my wrists
  began to hurt from the pressure.  My mouth was growing dry around the
  gag, and my jaws hurt.  I had never been in bondage like this before.
  I had to thrust my hips back and forth to even tell if my cock was
  still hard!  After a while, I noticed that my sense of hearing and
  smell had sharpened--I guess due to my lack of vision.  I heard the
  footsteps of boots as he returned. He startled me by grabbing my
  vulnerable balls and attaching something to them.  It felt like a
  parachute harness.  "Would you like to see the man who is going to
  teach you what it's like to be a bottom and my boy stud?"  I nodded
  yes.  I could smell his man smell as he reached around me to unbuckle
  the blindfold.
  
  As I blinked my eyes, I was looking at the same hot man that was in
  the photo.  He had on the same harness, but had added a leather jock
  which showed a full basket.  When I looked around, a third shiver shot
  up my spine!  Now I could see some of the equipment in the photo much
  more clearly.  There were huge dildos, whips, paddles, enema nozzles,
  restraints, hoods, gags, chains, tubing, and things I couldn't even
  identify!  There was a mirror on the opposite wall allowing me to see
  not only my naked form, but the equipment behind me as well.  I was
  standing at the foot of the bondage table I had seen in the photo.  It
  was about 4 feet long, and had leather straps hanging from the sides.
  There were chains and enema equipment hanging above it.  I soon
  realized that my wrists were tied to an overhead track of some kind.
  Tom just watched me take it all in.  I must have shown surprise in my
  eyes.  "Do you like what you see?"  I nodded yes. "Do some of these
  things look a little too serious for my boy stud?"  I nodded yes
  again.  "Don't you worry about your tight little ass.  Tom will take
  care of you."
  
  He showed me the lead weights before he attached them to the harness
  around my balls.  The pain was a dull ache but still caused me to
  groan as he dropped the weights.  I wished I hadn't put the cock ring
  on, it was making things even worse.  When he moved back across the
  room, I could see by balls being pulled down in the mirror, and my red
  cock standing sticking straight out.  I could also see him returning
  with a rubber hood!
  
  I had never worn a hood before, and a wave of cold sweat swept across
  my body.  He also had two small yellow objects that I couldn't
  recognize.  I soon realized they were foam ear plugs as he rolled them
  up and inserted them into my ears.  As the foam expanded, the
  background noise completely disappeared!  Next he applied powder to
  the hood and worked it down over my head.  I started to panic until he
  finally got the nose hole to where I could breath again.  It seemed
  that was the only hole the hood had.  I couldn't see or hear a thing!
  I could no longer breath around the gag, and couldn't even hear my own
  breathing!
  
  Next, a collar was fastened around my neck, sealing off the rubber
  hood.  I was only aware of the ache in my balls, my sore arms, and the
  pounding of my own heartbeat which seemed incredibly loud in my head.
  What was Tom doing?  I waited for what could have been minutes or
  hours, and became aware that part of the sensation I felt in my crotch
  was that of having to piss badly!  The beer had taken its toll.  And
  the pressure was working to keep my cock rock hard.  I didn't know
  what to do!
  
  I started moaning through the gag, but nothing happened.  I moaned
  again and again thrusting my hips to try and indicate my need to piss.
  Had he even remembered that I hadn't had the chance to relieve the
  beer?  Was this intentional?  Was he even in the room?  I started to
  get scared again.  I didn't want to get this guy mad by pissing all
  over the floor, and between the bondage, the hood, and this whole
  scene, I was loosing control over my own mind.  I moaned some more
  wildly thrusting my hips. I saw a flash of white light in the darkness
  as my cock exploded in pain.  He had slapped it with his hand!  I
  quickly realized that he might have taken my hip thrusting the wrong
  way, and I cried out into the gag.  Again he struck my cock, and
  worked his hand roughly up and down the shaft.  The weights bobbed
  from my distended balls.  He played with my cock for a bit then
  stopped and left me hanging in my own world again.
  
  My cock was burning, my balls felt swollen and ached, my bladder felt
  as though it may burst, and my head was swimming in my own sweat.  I
  could taste the rubber, powder, leather, and sweat as it seeped around
  the gag into my mouth.  My eyes burned from the salty mixture.  There
  were so many things I had never realized in my fantasies.  Despite all
  the discomfort, I knew my cock was still rock hard.  I tried not to
  think about my urge to piss.
  
  The next sensation that jarred me back to some kind of reality was
  that of a hand pulling on my cock.  I must have at least partially
  lost my erection, and I felt the weight taken off my balls, then the
  harness.  Next he removed the cock ring.  It hurt as it slid over the
  sore shaft, and I was rapidly getting hard again which made things
  even worse.  Next it felt as if a rubber was being placed over my
  cock.  I was puzzled, was he going to suck it?  The parachute harness
  was replaced, and what felt like a lighter weight was hung from it.
  
  Next there was a hard slap across my ass--it felt like a leather
  paddle.  I moaned into the gag again, and the intensity only
  increased.  After several whacks, I had partially lost my erection,
  and also lost control of my bladder, and let loose a stream of piss.
  The spanking continued as I felt the relief spread through my tortured
  body, and the rubber on my cock partially filled with my piss.  I soon
  became aware of an ever increasing pressure on my balls.  The fucker
  had put some kind of external catheter on my cock and directed my piss
  into a container hanging from my balls!  He continued, and the pain in
  my balls matched the burning of my backside.  Finally it stopped.
  
  After some time of just leaving me hang there with my own piss tugging
  at my balls, I felt the weight being removed.  Next I was aware of my
  arms being pulled backwards, and at the same time felt his hands on my
  burning ass lifting me up.  In a few seconds, I was lying on my back
  on the padded bondage bench I had seen in the mirror earlier.  My arms
  were fastened down to the sides of the bench, while my legs were high
  in the air and spread wide.  Wide leather straps went across my hips,
  chest, and head. My head was strapped into some kind of padded cradle,
  and I couldn't even turn it side to side.  Despite not being able to
  move a muscle, I welcomed the relief from hanging by my arms.  I was
  also aware that my ass, cock, and balls were more exposed and
  vulnerable than ever.  I was still scared.
  
  He left me in that position for a while, and again I was exceedingly
  aware of my tortured body.  My mouth had dried up around the gag
  despite all the sweat swimming around in the rubber hood.  Between the
  gag and the tight collar, it was difficult to even swallow.  My ass
  felt as if it were on fire. My cock was still erect, sore from the
  slaps, and soaking in the piss filled rubber.  I still couldn't hear a
  thing except for my own heartbeat, and an occasional thud as Tom
  bumped into the bench.  My balls felt as though someone had kicked
  them.  How long had I been his captive?  Had it been a few hours, or
  was it well into the night?  How long would this go on?
  
  I remembered the enema equipment just as I felt something smooth slide
  up my ass.  I couldn't tell what it was, but I was waiting for some
  unknown fluid to fill my insides.  None came.  I guessed it was either
  a small dildo or he simply didn't want to fill me up just yet.  Before
  I could worry about it any more, I again saw a flash of light as the
  pain of nipple clamps tore through my body.  I was screaming into the
  gag and fighting my rigid bondage with all my strength.  He had
  snapped them on both nipples simultaneously.  They hurt much worse
  than the clamps I liked to use on myself.  I felt the clamps pulling
  my nipples up and away from my heaving chest.  I figured he was
  pulling on them, but next I felt his hands on my ass cheeks.  He had
  tied the damn things off to something overhead--the pressure was
  constant.
  
  He removed whatever was up my ass, and now I felt something much
  larger at my exposed hole.  In fact, it didn't feel as if it could
  ever even go in. The largest thing I had ever had up my hole was a
  dildo about 2 inches in diameter, and this felt seriously thicker!  I
  screamed into the gag as it broke past my tight sphincter, and at the
  same time smelled the familiar aroma of poppers. I inhaled deeply and
  soon was floating off in a mix of pleasure and pain unlike any I had
  known.  As I came down I knew it was easily the largest object I had
  ever taken up my ass. It stretched my hole to the limit.  I wondered
  if I was bleeding.
  
  He continued to force the huge thing up inside me, as I became aware
  of a very uncomfortable pressure in my gut.  When I thought I couldn't
  possibly take any more of the huge invader, I felt straps across my
  ass cheeks as he must have tied the thing off to keep it deep in my
  stretched boy hole.
  
  Next he turned his attention to my cock.  The external catheter was
  removed, as was the parachute harness.  He massaged my balls gently,
  and I moaned my approval into the gag.  Next, he was pulling my balls
  down hard in their sac.  I felt the cold snaps of the leather ball
  stretcher as he fastened it--painfully catching some of my pubic hair.
  I screamed in pain as he snapped the smaller piece at the bottom in
  place separating my tortured balls.  Again a bottle was held up to my
  nose, and I was grateful for the temporary relief.
  
  Now my tits were clamped and stretched out, my ass stuffed with a huge
  dildo, and my aching balls were stretched to the limit and tightly
  separated in their sac.  I was swimming in the sensation of it all,
  and I knew deep down inside that I'd been waiting for this for a long
  time.
  
  Just as the popper haze cleared, I became aware of another odor. It
  was familiar but I couldn't immediately place it.  I was horrified
  when I felt the little fuzzy ball brush the inside of my thigh.  It
  was Liquid Heat!  The stuff is like Ben Gay, but about twice as
  powerful.  I felt it run down my thigh, leaving a trail of heat
  behind.  Did he intend to put it on my cock or balls?  I was sure I
  would go mad if he did.  I waited in silence, but nothing happened.
  The suspense was killing me, and almost overpowered my aching tits,
  balls, and ass.
  
  Finally, I felt the applicator brush just above my asshole.  The stuff
  ran down around my tightly stretched hole, and I screamed into the gag
  as it set my tortured hole on fire!  For the third time, my captor
  held the bottle of aroma to my nose, and I drifted off as the vapor
  filled my head.  Just as I was coming down, he brushed the Liquid Heat
  on my exposed balls.  I think I nearly passed out from the burning
  pain as the stuff penetrated my ball sac.  Next I was relieved to feel
  him undoing the straps holding the dildo deep in my ass.
  
  He slowly eased the monster out of my tortured hole, and applied
  another dab of the nasty fluid just above my hole.  He quickly rammed
  the thing back in taking some of the Liquid Heat with it. The stuff
  seared my insides.  He started slowly fucking me with the dildo, while
  stroking my cock.  I was tense gainst my bonds, and screaming
  continuously into the gag.  His hand left my cock, and I felt
  something stretch over my face and nose.  Breathing was slightly more
  difficult, and for a moment I was puzzled.  My senses quickly returned
  to the pain as he resumed the ass fucking.  He would occasionally
  fondle my balls in their tight encasement.  Then resume his cock
  work--I was beside myself!
  
  I was in total pain unlike any I could have even imagined.  I had
  forgotten about the hot sweaty hood, my dry mouth, and by burning ass
  cheeks.  The pain in my ass, balls, and tits had overshadowed all
  that.  It was my existence, the focal point in my mind.  I could hear
  myself moaning continuously, but it seemed far away, and distant.  I
  could visualize my hot young body strapped to the bench.  I could see
  the sweat all over my skin as my muscles strained against their bonds,
  the black hood covering my head, the huge dildo buried in my ass.  I
  could see my tits stretched away from my body, my balls stretched down
  in their shiny sac, and my raging red cock standing up between my
  widespread legs. This hot guy with a leather body harness, and bluging
  basket, working my hole and cock.  It was as though I was watching a
  video, and jerking off to it.  It was half the reality of pain, and
  half eurphoria!
  
  I suddenly became aware of an overpowering blast of amyl.  The stuff
  had been poured on whatever was covering my nose and face! I quickly
  floated off into another world.  The pain turning into unbearable
  pleasure.  I felt the applicator apply a fresh coat of the devilish
  fluid to my ass, balls, and this time, my cock.  The clamps were
  quickly removed from my flattened nipples.  The pain was incredible as
  the blood rushed back into the tortured flesh.
  
  The pain, the amyl, the Liquid Heat, it was all too much!  I couldn't
  hold back any longer, I exploded in a mind blowing orgasm.  I lost
  control.  I saw flashes of light in my dark void, I heard screams in
  my plugged ears, every muscle in my body convulsed with each spasm of
  my cock!  It was unlike any orgasm ever!  It was something I knew I
  would never forget.
  
  I was only semi-conscious as the rag was removed from my nose, the
  dildo slid out of my poor ass, and the snaps on the ball streatcher
  were popped loose.  My ass hole felt raped and empty. My tits felt as
  though they had been cut off.  I could feel a cool damp cloth was
  wiping the Liquid Heat from my cock, balls and ass area--it still
  burned.  My legs were let down and the spreader  was attached to the
  cuffs.  Next my arms were unstrapped from the legs of the bench and
  handcuffed over my head.  The remainder of the straps were removed,
  and Tom gently helped me sit up--I was stiff!.  He removed the hood,
  gag and ear plugs.  My vision was clouded my the sweat in my eyes.
  
  He gently wiped my face and wet hair with a clean towel.  My entire
  chest was splattered with cum.  He wiped some of that off too.  Next,
  he held a bottle of cold beer to my lips, and I drank thankful for the
  moisture for my cotton infested mouth.  My head was still pounding, my
  body weak and sore, and yet I smiled when he pulled the beer away.
  "Looks like you enjoyed yourself!"  he offered, his face now more
  friendly and less serious.
  
  "Yes, I never expected anything like this!"  I managed to croak. My
  voice was unsteady, my head swimming.  As reality set in, I was
  becoming more aware  of the burning sensation and pain in various
  parts of my body.  I looked around, he had put away the equipment he
  had used on me, and I couldn't tell what toys he had used.  I felt
  very satisfied, and just wanted to pass out.
  
  "I bet you never thought safe sex could be so wild eh?"  His voice
  conveyed his experience, and the fact that I was new this.
  
  "No...I didn't"  Was all I could manage, shaking my head.
  
  He led me to a bed in the corner of his playroom, and attached the leg
  spreader I was wearing to the foot of the bed.  With some effort, he
  got me onto the bed on my back, removed the handcuffs, and attached my
  wrists to  hooks in the wall slightly above the bed.  He gently
  fondled my cock and tits and placed a blanket over my naked form.  I
  was left to wonder about what tomorrow would bring.  I quickly drifted
  off to sleep despite the spread eagle  bondage, and all my pain.  My
  fantasies had been turned into reality, and it was better than I ever
  could have imagined.