Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 06:05:17 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject: Steamworks Chapter 4

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STEAMWORKS

CHAPTER 4

COMING OF AGE AND GETTING TATTOOED

Bastian Ward



Hey.  Hey.  Hey.  Guess who's turning 17 tomorrow, and I can hardly wait.
I don't have to worry about being `found out' and banned from Steamworks
anymore.  Who knows I might even try some of the other bathhouses in
Melbourne, but I do love Steamworks; it's homely.  I've had all my firsts
there.  I was fucked for the first time there.  I learnt how to suck cock
for the first time there.  I learnt how to deep throat for the first time
there.  I had my first gang bang there.  I've had my first sexual encounter
with a straight male since I've been going there.  So many firsts, so many
memories, and still only being such a lad, I'm sure I will make many more.
Thanks to Eden's tutelage I am fitter now than I have ever been (he's also
the straight guy I've been letting fuck me).  I think it's called `friends
with benefits'.

I was pushing my way through the crowds at Spencer St station on my way
home when I saw him.  He had to be 195cm tall, possibly even taller, as I
couldn't see over his shoulder without craning my neck, and I'm 185cm tall.
He was wearing a micro t-shirt, the ones where the sleeves barely cover his
shoulders, and its skin tight.  I can see the muscles working in his back
as he walks along.  Hmm, I don't think I'll ever tire of the sight of a
muscled guys' back, and being able to watch the muscles working under the
skin.  Well I know my cock never will, that's for sure.  He was wearing the
skimpiest pair of running shorts I have ever seen.  I really think they
were two or three sizes too small for him, not that I'm complaining mind
you.  In fact, it allowed me to see the lower curve of his huge bubble
butt, and I could see what had to be either the strap of his jock or his
jocks.  I wasn't quick enough to have a good look when the flap of his
shorts blew up, in the slight breeze, to be able to work it out properly.
His thighs were a huge expanse of creamy white man flesh.  No one was going
to part those legs if he didn't want them to, not unless you had some very
heavy machinery of course.  But it was his footy socks, pulled right up to
just above his knees that attracted my attention first of all.  For some
reason, they screamed at me, `look at me `boy', I'm walking here', with
every step he took.

`Fuck me', those legs, for me, led all the way to heaven, and it was a
heaven I really wanted to visit and explore as much as I could with my
tongue and mouth.  His socks were stretched over a pair of huge calves,
that reminded me of the leg of ham we'd had last Christmas, on their way to
covering his knees entirely.  Fuck me!  To add to the overall effect, his
socks were a solid black and stretched so tightly over his calves that I
could see the white elastic stitched into the socks showing through.  I
forced my way through the crowds, like a bitch in heat, trying desperately
to catch up with him.  Needless to say, I had an instant boner the moment I
laid eyes on him and remained erect while I tried to catch up to him.

He boarded a train, and not caring where it was going; I boarded the same
train.  I'd waited for him to take his seat, and, thank god, he took an
aisle seat.  I chose a seat in the next group of seats in the carriage just
in front of his and sat facing him so that I could have an unobstructed
view of the material of his shorts stretched very tightly over his
incredibly large mound.  I began salivating at the thought of maybe being
able to clean and suck his cock for him, and hopefully being able to lick
his arse clean as well.  My mind had kicked into overdrive, and I was
picturing him sitting there just in his jock, and I could feel I was
leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and filling up my own jocks, but I
didn't care how sloppy my groin got.  I just sat there and fantasised about
that guy fucking me till I screamed for mercy.

His flaccid cock looked huge, I was sure it'd hurt as it forced my ring to
stretch more than it ever has before, but I didn't care if he tore me a
whole new arse hole.  I did also wonder how no one else seemed to notice
his fuckin' huge cock.  It's a wonder he didn't get arrested for indecent
exposure, or something, not that I'm complaining mind you.

The train eventually filled up, and it left the station, and because it was
peak hour, the train was packed, and there were people standing in the
aisle, and they were blocking the view of my man.  I wasn't too happy with
that, but I was patient, I had to be if I wanted to have another good look
at my man before he was gone forever.

The further we went from the city, the more people started to leave the
train, and after about 30mins, I was able to get glimpses of my man again,
through the thinning crowd.  He hadn't noticed me, even though I was openly
staring at his crotch, hungrily.  He, meanwhile, was looking out the
window, and seemingly absentmindedly rubbing his cock through the material
of his very skimpy shorts, every now and then. From the occasional glimpses
I got of his groin, I could see that it seemed to be hairless, just like
his creamy white thighs, which made me wonder if he was just naturally
hairless, or did he shave?  Which caused my own cock to twitch and thicken
more as I tried, surreptitiously, to rearrange my own cock to a more
comfortable position in my pants.

We'd gotten off at Thornbury, well he got off at Thornbury, and I followed
his perfectly encased bubble butt off the train, like the bitch in heat I
was!  Reluctantly I headed towards the other platform so I could go home
when I realised that he seemed to be headed in the same direction.  So, I
got to watch him sashaying his arse for a bit longer, and I certainly
wasn't complaining, the view was spectacular!  I was a bit surprised when
he entered the other platform, but I continued to follow him.  He went and
sat on one of the seats, and I just stood and continued to watch him.
Until he looked up right at me, right in the face making eye contact, and
beckoned me over.  I just stood there looking at him.

"Look, kid," he said eventually, as he pulled one of the flaps of his
shorts up and worked his cock out of his jock, "do you want this or not?"

I didn't need to be asked twice, so I went over to him and dropped to my
knees, right there on the platform, fuck the people watching through the
cameras.  I was going to put on a show, as I sucked his mammoth cock into
my mouth and started to suckle on it for all I was worth.  Well tried to,
was more like it.  My jaw ached just from trying to fit the head of his
cock in my mouth let alone the shaft, but I continued to try valiantly
until he pushed me off his cock that is.  "Sit on it!"  He groaned.  "I
want to fuck your arse."  I didn't need to be told twice.  I jumped up and
undid my pants, and shamelessly I pushed them, and my very wet jocks, down
to my knees.

Turning around I let him guide me onto his mammoth cock.  Fuck, if I'd
thought it made my mouth ache, that was nothing compared to the pain in my
arse.  I was sure he was ripping my arse as the head of his cock forced its
way through my sphincter.  Once I had the head of his cock in my arse, I
waited for a bit so my arse could get used to the size of the intrusion and
accommodate his cock.  When the pain had subsided a little bit, I started
to bob up and down on his cock.  Sweating profusely from the invasion of
such a mammoth cock, I manfully kept going and was rewarded when I felt his
cock spewing his cum deep into my bowels.  My cock shot its load as well,
all on its own.  I'm beginning to get used to that.

When I'd recovered enough to stand up, I did, forcing his mammoth cock out
of my poor battered arse in the process.  I think it hurt more coming out
than going in.  In fact, if he hadn't helped me by pushing me off his cock,
I don't think I'd have got it out on my own, even though it was softening.
I managed to pull up my jocks and pants just as the train pulled into the
station.  I turned to kiss him, but he held up his hands to stop me, "I'm
not a fuckin' poof," he said contemptuously.

I was a bit taken aback but didn't have time to say anything back to him, I
just turned and got on my train.  I watched him stuffing his mammoth cock
back into his jock as my train pulled away from the station.  While I very
gingerly sat on a seat, I don't think my arse has ever hurt so much before,
with his cum slowly dripping out of my arse, one thing was sure; he'd
inspired me to get a tattoo.  I'd been umming and ahhing about it for
months now, and after this encounter, I'd made up my mind finally.

*******

I'm hanging out for a fuck!  I haven't been to Steamworks for three weeks.
Nor, have I let Eden use me either.  Other than masturbating, which I did a
lot, I can tell you, I've not had sex with another person for the past
three weeks.  But tonight, tonight I'm back at Steamworks, and now I'm
allowed out later, I don't turn up at Steamworks until after 7 pm; it gives
me time to change, shower, and get some steam before I let anyone use me.

"Fuck me," I heard someone exclaim behind me as I stripped, and I smiled to
myself, "hell, `boy', when did you get those done?"

"Three weeks ago, and it was almost all that time before I could sit down."

"I bet.  Bend over and give us a look."

I complied with his request and bent over, "Fuck, they're great tattoos!"

"Yeah, I'd been thinking about it for a while now.  I had the money, so I
thought why not."  Added to that was the fact that now I am old enough that
I don't need my parents' permission, but I didn't say that out loud.

"Man, they are great tattoos, as I make the grade, I might try it out
later."

"Sure thing," I said as I stood up and checked him out.

I'd gotten my arse tattooed, and across the top of my butt, just below the
base of my spine, and starting from above my left hip it reads, `Open all
hours'.  Across the bottom of my arse, just above the tops of my thighs was
the other tattoo that reads, `Nothing under 6"', and tonight is the first
time I've been able to have sex after they'd healed properly.  I couldn't
wait to get downstairs and see how well people can read instructions.

As per usual I showered and sat in the steam room for a while, while I
watched the passing parade through the foggy glass door.  I was a bit
concerned that I might sweat all the ink out, but when I'd had enough
steam, I checked my seat when I stood up, and I couldn't see any pools of
ink, so I felt better about that.  I'd decided to try a few guys one on one
before I tried group sex, so I found an empty cubicle and laid face down on
the bench.  I know my tattoos were clearly visible from the doorway, I'd
planned it that way, and I heard a couple of guys stop and look in.  They
must have read the tattoos and decided they didn't make the grade as they
kept on walking.  So, it seemed as though it was going to work after all.

Then someone came to the door who obviously thought they made the grade, as
I heard him lock the door, and felt him trailing one hand up the inside of
my leg.  He traced the letters on my arse before he laid on top of me.  I
figured that his soft cock that he dragged up the full length of my crack
was at least 6" on its own.  So, I decided to give him some encouragement
and raised my arse a bit off the bench.  While he continued to slide his
cock up and down the full length of my crack.  I started to moan with
desire as I parted my legs to give him better access to my hole, hoping to
encourage him that much more.

I could feel his cock slowly thickening up, and it did grow another couple
of inches.  When he finally took the plunge, so to speak, and forced his
cock deep into my arse, I raised my hips higher so he could stuff more of
his cock inside.  Fuck it felt so good to have someone fuck me after so
long.  He was fucking me slow and deep, but I wasn't having that, not
tonight.  So, I started to rock my hips backwards and forwards to increase
his speed.  He must have got the message as he picked up the pace himself
until he was banging away at my butt.  "Fuck, yeah," I yelled as he
continued to force his rock hard, cock in and out of my arse, he was making
slapping sounds as his pelvis hit my butt cheeks, and I was in heaven.
But, before too long he was finished, and I'd almost cum as well.  We were
both panting, and I could feel the cum dribbling out of my arse when I sat
up.

I kissed him and thanked him for a great fuck and left.  I went to the room
with the round bench in it, eager to try the tattoos out on a crowd, but
when I got there the room was empty.  So, I decided to wait and see if
anyone turned up.  The song `Hooked on a Feeling' came on over the sound
system, and seeing as I was on my own I jumped up on the bench, losing my
loincloth in the process, and started to do the `baby' dance.  You know one
arm in the air while twirling on the spot with my other arm moving in front
of my chest.  When I bowed at the waist, I heard someone give a low
appreciative whistle.  My eyes flew open and looked the guy in the eye as I
continued to sashay my arse while I danced to the rest of the music.  As I
continued to turn around on the spot, I could see that I had started to
draw a crowd, who showed their appreciation, when I had finished, by their
thunderous applause and more wolf whistles.  I made an exaggerated bow to
my adoring fans, forgetting I was standing on a padded surface and fell
flat on my face, which made the crowd laugh.

It didn't take them long though to get down to some serious fucking.

There were some mutterings about the tattoos on my arse, but one guy
muscled in saying, "out of the way boys, I make the grade.  Let's see if
can truly take all of me up his arse."

With that, he lined the head of his cock up with the opening of my arse and
started to force his cock into my poop chute.  It felt like my arse was
being ripped apart.  I really didn't think I was going to get the guys'
cock into my arse at all, the girth of the thing must be huge.  I was just
about to tell him it wasn't going to fit when I felt the lips of my chute
finally open enough to let the head of this enormous cock into my arse.  I
was sweating like a bitch with the effort of accommodating such a large
cock, and I thought the guy on the train had a big dick.  I dropped my head
down onto the mat trying to catch my breath.  When someone grabbed me by
the hair and pulled my head up, and when it was at the right height for
him, so he had good access to my mouth, and without waiting for permission.
He piledrove his cock into my mouth and down my very willing throat; and
proceeded to fill my stomach with his hot fresh cum.

I lost count of how many guys had used me.  All I know is that I ended up
cuming at some point, and by the time I broke out of the pack, I was one
very happy `boy'.  With one incredibly sloppy arse.

I went and had a shower.  I had to fight off a couple of guys who thought
it was Ok to get a bit gropey along the way.  I got to the showers
eventually and gave myself a good wash in my arse as well, while I was at
it, not that I was worried about getting anything from all the cum in my
arse.  It was because there was so much of it that I could feel it flowing
down the backs of my legs as I walked.  I got dressed and headed home.

I fell into bed utterly exhausted, but extremely happy, and dreamed of
being fucked all night, and woke up almost as exhausted as when I went to
bed last night.  If I didn't have to go to work, I'd've just rolled over
and gone back to sleep.  Instead, I rolled out of bed and fell on the
floor.  Got myself some breakfast.  Showered.  Dressed, and jumped on my
bike and rode to work.

I was getting dressed in the changerooms, after having had a totally
`unnecessary' shower, and in doing so, I `accidently' got caught naked when
the door opened, and Eden walked in.

"Fuck, me...," was all he could say as he stopped dead in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"  I asked as I looked at him innocently.

"When'd ya get the tattoos?"

"Oh," I said, "those old things.  `Bout a month or so ago."

"Fuck, me," he said again as he had another look.

I hopped up on the bench so he could get a better look.  I'm nothing if I'm
not obliging.

"Shit," I heard him exclaim, as I assumed he just realised that I actually
had two tattoos as I turned around with what I hoped was a big shit-eating
grin plastered all over my face.

"Um, I hope I make the grade," he said.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that mate.  I know you make the grade!"

Eden went to the toilet, and I got dressed, and we both went and started
our shifts.  At about 11 am, I felt a hand rest lightly on my arse, as Eden
leant in and told me he had to try me out after our shift was over.

I just laughed and walked away.  Leaving Eden with his hand hanging in
mid-air.  Our shift was almost over, and I'd been leaking pre-cum for the
past hour just thinking about getting to be able to ride Eden's cock again.
Since getting my butt tattooed, I'd taken to just wearing a jock, instead
of my usual jocks.  I mean, what's the point of having a tattoo if you're
just going to cover it up?  I mean, really!

I never realised just how much the back seam of my pants actually push into
my crack when I bend over, and man I love the sensation of the seam of my
pants, jeans, shorts, or whatever, being pulled along, and into my arse
crack.  I especially love it when I'm wearing my running shorts with the
big splits up the sides, `cause the back seam gets really wedged up into my
crack and pulls the front of my shorts really tight.  Consequently, I get
to show off a lot of my arse and new tattoos, as well as my cock and balls.
All unintentionally, of course.

But, right now, because I've been leaking so much pre-cum, I think the
pouch of my jock is hanging somewhere around my left knee, and it's still
soaking up more of my pre-cum.  So, by the time I eventually got into the
changerooms, I might as well have been free-balling.  I'd just shimmied out
of my pants, and Eden walked through the door, just as my jock hit the
floor with a really nice wet, squelching sound.

Eden wasted no time.  He bent me over the bench with one hand, while he
undid the fly of his pants with the other.  He fished his cock out of his
jocks and rammed it straight up my arse in one fell swoop, and it only took
a couple of thrusts, and I could feel his cock buck and spew all his cum up
my waiting arse.  Eden collapsed onto my back and just laid there so he
could catch his breath.  "Fuck, I needed that," he said when he'd
eventually caught his breath and stood up.

 His cock fell out of my arse, and it was my turn to push him backwards
onto the bench, and I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock into my
mouth and cleaned it up for him.  Which had the desired effect on his cock,
of course, as it grew back to life.  I felt his hands on the back of my
head as he forced more and more of his cock into my mouth and down my
waiting throat, as I deep throated him to his second orgasm.  Eden sat
there leaning back against the wall totally spent.  "Maybe you should get a
tattoo over your mouth next.  Fuck!  You give great head."

I laughed at him.

"You wanna do a workout?  I'm on the way to the gym."

I just looked at him, "I've got nothing to wear under my shorts, now," I
said as I looked down at my very wet jock lying on the floor, "and I'm not
free balling all the way to the gym on my bike.  I'd get arrested for
indecent exposure."

Eden stepped in really close and grabbed me by the balls, which just
happened to be the first time he's ever touched any part of my genitalia,
and squeezed.  "Oh, I think you really need to work out now, don't you?"

I yelped from the pain from my squeezed nuts.  "Fuck!  Ok!  Ok!  I'll go."

"Good boy," Eden said as he let my nuts go.  "Go out to the shop and get a
plastic bag to put your jock in."

I grabbed my shorts out of my bag and went into the shop to grab a plastic
bag.  As I was heading back to the changerooms, I caught sight of myself in
one of the full-length mirrors around the shop.  I could clearly see the
head of my cock hanging just below the hem of my shorts, and I think my
balls were going to join them.  I was going to go back and tell Eden to
forget about me joining him at the gym, but then my exhibitionism kicked
in, and I thought `fuck it', as I walked back into the change rooms.  I
scooped up my sodden jock off the floor and dropped it in the plastic bag.
I tied the bag off and dropped it into my backpack.

Eden slapped my arse as hard as he could as he walked out the door.  He got
on his bike, and I got on mine.  He smiled at me as he looked down at my
groin.  I followed his eyes and could almost see my whole cock and balls
clearly on display as I had my left leg on the ground.  "Hope you don't
have to stop for any lights," Eden laughed at me over his shoulder as he
rode off.  I followed him, flashing everyone I passed, every time I pushed
down on my left peddle my cock and balls fell out of my shorts, but I
didn't care.  As long as I didn't get stopped by the Cops, I figured I'd be
fine.

I'm sure I got more than a few admiring glances from some of the other
patrons of the gym while Eden and I did our workouts.  Naturally, because I
wasn't wearing any jocks, the seam of my shorts got caught up in my arse
crack, which pulled the front of my shorts tighter and higher.  Which only
showed off more of my cock and balls.  So, I had to keep freeing it from my
crack, but I had to put on a bit of a show while I was doing it.  Didn't I!
I mean, it was too good a chance of showing off my tattoos and everything
else for anyone who wanted to see.

After our workouts, we went to the change rooms to shower and dressed, but
when I went to close my cubicle door, Eden held the door firmly open, with
a huge grin plastered all over his face.  And I just thought `fuck it', so
I showered with the cubicle door open, and I'm sure there were a lot more
guys changing up my end of the changerooms, by the time I'd finished my
shower, than there ever was before I started my shower.  I took my time
towelling off, and when I bent over to dry my legs, I kept my legs dead
straight and only bent at the waist.  As I know, it forces my arse cheeks
to separate so anyone who wants to can get a good look at my hole.  When I
stood upright again, I'm sure I saw more than one guy boning up, especially
if they'd read my tattoos.

Laughing to myself, I got as dressed as I could, and left the gym and
headed home.  Thankfully no one was home when I got there, so I didn't have
to explain my `chosen' attire or lack thereof.  I went into my room, and
instead of getting changed straight away I sat at my desk and started on my
homework, knowing full well that my cock and balls would be on display to
anyone who walked through my door.  Mind you; I have taken to leaving my
curtains open all the time now so that anyone who walks past my window
could look in if the light in my room was bright enough.  So, when I get
dressed in the morning, or if I have to get changed through the day for any
reason, I always leave the centre light on.  Even when I strip off to sleep
naked without bedclothes covering me.  I leave the curtains open as much as
possible, and to think I used to hate sleeping in the front bedroom!

**********

Now, for those of you who have never been to `Steamworks' let me explain a
few things to you about the place.  Steamworks was opened in the early 60's
when it was illegal, here in Australia, to be gay, you just couldn't run a
gay sauna like you can today.  So, it was set up and operated as a gym.
When you entered the front door, on street level, you had a flight of
stairs in front of you, and you went up the stairs to get to Reception.
When you paid your money, you were then allowed to enter the `gym', and you
entered into the changeroom.  On this level, there was a lounge area where
you could get drinks, etc., as well as a `TV' room, and to make the
business legit, there was actually a fully equipped gym.  It also had the
obligatory showers.  All of this was on the first floor.  BUT, hidden
behind the panelling were two other rooms, which took me a long time to
find. One had a double bed in it, which you had to pay extra to use, but,
the room I found most interesting was their `bondage room', which I will
come back to in a minute.  In the corner, there was a narrow staircase the
led down to the `cleaner's area', but was, in fact, the actual sauna, with
a pool, two saunas, one wet, that I use, and one dry, as well as the
cubicles, etc.

I'd been going to Steamworks for a bit over a year, and because the door,
to the `bondage room' was so cunningly hidden, even though it now sported a
sign to tell you it was there, I still hadn't noticed it.  I was too busy
running downstairs and getting fucked six ways to Sunday, and trying not to
walk out onto the street too bowlegged.  Anyway, on this particular
evening, I was getting changed, as usual, you know, taking my time.
Letting everyone read my tattoos and trying to grope me, before covering up
with the thin loincloth that I folded in thirds anyway, so that it becomes
not much wider than your average belt.  `If you've got it.  Flaunt it!' is
my motto.  Grabbing my towel, and throwing it over my shoulder before
running downstairs and ditching the lot until I was ready to leave.  As I
was saying, before I got side-tracked, this particular evening I had just
stripped off when I saw the door to the `bondage room' open, and a guy
walked out.  So, being the curious guy, I am I grabbed my loincloth and
went over and tried the door, and to my surprise, it opened, so I went in,
and my jaw almost hit the floor.

There was a very small passageway, and about halfway along this passage was
another shower setup, but this particular shower had a nozzle so that you
could give someone a proper enema, or whatever.  The passage emptied into a
largish room, with what looked like `cells' off it.  They all had barred
doors, like in prison, and they were setup for different things.  One had a
sling in it; another one had manacles attached to the wall, both of these
`cells' had whips and chains hanging from the walls.  Another one had a set
of stocks in it.  My mind was reeling from what this all could be used for.
I felt someone touch my arse and I nearly jumped out of my skin.  I
hightailed it out of there and ran back downstairs to where I knew what was
going on.  Had another evening of meaningless, mindless sex and went home
as happy as a pig in...  But I couldn't stop thinking about that room it
consumed my thinking whether I was at school, work, or at home.

I figured that I could say `no' if I wanted to in any situation I found
myself in, and besides I've been working out, and now Eden was teaching me
how to box, so I figured I'd be Ok.  So, the following Friday I got to
Steamworks early, figuring that there would probably be no one in the
`bondage room', so I could have a good look around and leave if I heard
anyone come in.  So, armed with this new-found knowledge, I arrived at
Steamworks early but was a bit nervous about just walking into the `bondage
room' in my loincloth, so I left my jock on and gathered my courage I
walked through the door like I'd been doing for years.  I walked past the
shower and went into the main room that the `cells' because that was the
only way I could really think about them, ran off.

I notice that the music, in the `bondage room' was darker and louder than
outside it.  I looked in at the sling, and wondered what it was for, but,
wanting to explore the place while I had it all to myself.  I explored the
rest of the `cells', as I said in one of the other `cells' there was a set
of stocks, which I went in and had a look at.  It was really well made.  It
was very solid, and I wasn't expecting it to be quite so solid, I couldn't
even move it when I pushed against it.  I left that `cell' and had a look
in the other `cell' there that looked to be empty, the whole place was only
dimly lit, except for the `cell' with the sling in it, that was lit better.
So, I went into the last cell and could see what looked like manacles
attached to the wall, about my head height, and I discovered some more also
attached to the wall down near my ankles and wondered what they were for.
I left that `cell' and found that there was actually a real motorbike, on
its kickstand, in the main room.  And off the back of the room, there was
an area with a bench in it just like downstairs, as well as having a part
of the wall was cut away so you could actually see into the three `cells'
without being seen yourself.

I thought I heard the door open and close, and I just froze, I figured I
couldn't be seen standing where I was, but I still didn't want to be caught
here.  So, I walked `briskly' towards the door, but as I couldn't see
anyone, I laughed at myself for being such a scaredy cat and went back to
explore the some of the implements hanging on the walls in the `cells'.

I was having a look at some of the whips, paddles, and chains that were
hanging on the wall when I wondered what it would feel like to get paddled
or whipped.  So, making sure no one else was around, I took down one of the
paddles and hit myself on the arse with it.  I didn't think I'd done it
very hard, but I jumped when it made contact with my arse all the same.  I
decided to try one of the whips next, so, rubbing my sore arse, I put the
paddle back and selected what looked like a riding crop, and gave it some
trial swishes through the air before I tried it on my arse.  I jumped again
as it hurt more than the paddle did.  So, I stood there rubbing my sore
arse while I replaced the riding crop on the wall.  Then, wondering what
it'd be like in the stocks, I went next door and lifted the top beam, and I
was surprised just how heavy it was.  Because I couldn't hold it up and get
into it, I put my head through and rested the top beam on the back of my
neck, but as it was getting too heavy on my neck.  I quickly put my wrists
in the groves provided and tried to lower the top beam down slowly, but
because it was making my neck hurt so much that I ended up dropping it into
place.  I then discovered that it wasn't high enough for me to just be able
to bend at my waist while I was in the stocks, so I got down on my knees.
That was how I discovered there was a plank just for that reason, and it
was at that moment that I realised that being stuck in the stock was having
an involuntary reaction on my cock.  Mainly, I was getting hard.

I thought I heard the door again and didn't want to get caught in a
compromising position I tried to lift the top beam.  I began to panic when
I realised that I couldn't lift the top beam in this position.  It was just
too heavy.  So, still in my panicked state I somehow managed to get my legs
under me, and with a superhuman effort on my part, I managed to just lift
the top beam.  I extradited myself from it as quickly as I could and ran
out of the bondage area.  I didn't care if I ran into anyone, I just wanted
to get out.  I didn't run into anyone, but I'd scared myself shitless and
ran downstairs before I realised that I still had my jock on.  So, I went
back upstairs, took my jock off and went back downstairs and sat in the
steam room while I got myself together.

After I'd got over my shock, of almost being caught in the `bondage' room,
I decided I'd go for a look around and see if anyone was here yet.  But as
I made my way around past all the cubicles, I didn't see anyone who caught
my fancy, and you've probably realised by now that my expectations are
pretty low once we get passed their dick size.  So, I went into my
favourite room with the big round bench in it and jumped up on it to
position myself ready for use.  But, horror of horrors, even this didn't
make me feel good.  I mean, who doesn't love getting used by a lot of guys
and getting filled up with cum???  So, some guys turned up eventually, and
I was getting used, but just not really getting into it.  So, I pushed
everyone off me and spat the cock out of my mouth, and went and had a
shower, and headed upstairs.

As I was getting dressed, I heard the door to the `Bondage' room go, and I
could instantly feel where I'd hit myself on the arse with the paddle and
the riding crop earlier and felt my cock stir.  I shook my head to clear it
and finished getting dressed, and headed back out to the outside world and
headed home.

I was going to take the tram to Flinders St. station but felt a bit
claustrophobic, so I jumped off at the next stop and walked down Elizabeth
St. instead.  I was making my way through the early evening crowd when I
thought I felt someone grab hold of my genitals.  So, much so that I
stopped dead in my tracks and looked around, and walking away from me I
spied a guy wearing leather pants and jacket heading back the way I'd just
come.  He didn't look like anyone I knew, but then a lot of guys use me at
Steamworks who I don't know.  They all just become one big blur, you know
how it is when you let a lot of guys use you, not that I'm complaining mind
you.  I was going to run after him and see if he'd actually grabbed my
crotch or not but then decided that I'd just imagined it.  So, continued on
my way to the station.

I was waiting at the next set of lights, to cross the street, when I felt
someone grab hold of my arse really tightly.  I tried to turn around, but I
couldn't because he was holding my arse too tightly.  The lights changed,
and the rest of the people waiting with us surged around us on their way to
who knows where.  I felt the hand release my very sore left butt cheek and
I spun around before he could grab hold of me anywhere else, and looked
straight into the guy I saw walking away in his leather gear.  "Um.  I'm
sorry, but do I know you?" I asked.

"You don't recognise me, but I was the guy you ran into at Steamworks."

I instantly looked around to see if anyone was listening, not that I was
embarrassed about going to Steamworks, no, it wasn't that at all.  It's
just that I'm not used to people just groping me in the street, not that I
minded though.  I just didn't want anyone else to know, as it wasn't any of
their business what I did now.

"Um, no," I replied.

He took a notepad and pen out of the bag I hadn't noticed that he was
carrying, and wrote something on it.  He tucked it down the front of my
pants.  Turned on his heel and headed back up Elizabeth St. towards
Steamworks.  I turned around and headed towards the train station again,
and as I walked, I tried, very casually, to remove the slip of paper he
stuffed down the front of my pants.  When I'd finally extracted it from my
pants, I stuffed it into my wallet and continued heading home.

When I was safely on the train, I pulled out the piece of paper from my
wallet; I saw that he called himself `Master Steve' and had written his
phone number along with the invite that he would be happy to introduce me
to the bondage room if I'd like him too.  No strings and I didn't have to
let him do anything to me if I didn't want him too.  I sat there stunned as
I looked down at the piece of paper, and finally shaking myself out of my
reverie, I stuffed it back into my wallet and continued on my way home.

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

I've felt that bit of paper burning a hole in my pocket all week, and I've
had no one I could talk to about it.  So, when I had my next shift with
Eden, I decided I'd talk to him about it.  But I was still very nervous
about it as I sat in the change rooms waiting for him.

"G'day, mate.  Howzit going?" he asked as he walked through the door, and
stopped in his tracks when he got a look at my face.  "What's up?  Don't
tell me you're pregnant?"

"Fuck off."

"Well, what's got you so down?"

"I wanted to ask you about something," I said as I handed him the piece of
paper.

Eden took it and looked at it, "excuse my ignorance, but what's bondage?"
he asked.

"I'm not sure," I replied, "there's a room at the bath house I go to that
has all these whips and chains and stuff in there.  And I think it has to
do with all of that."

"I didn't think you were into that kind of thing."

"Yeah, I didn't think so either...."

"But..."

"Well, when I was there last Friday, I hit myself with a paddle and riding
crop I found there..."

"And did you like it?"

"I don't know.  But I think my cock did," I said as I looked intently at
Eden.

"Do you know this `Master Steve'?"

"Um, no.  I don't think so."

"See, this is what comes of your slutty lifestyle," he said.  "Come on.
Our shift is starting."

So, we left the change rooms and went to work.

Eden and I didn't talk about the piece of paper again; I guess that he is
really leaving it up to me to decide what I want to do about it.

**********

Friday night found me in Steamworks yet again, but this time I steered
clear of the `bondage room', but subconsciously I kept an eye out for
`Master Steve'.  Consequently, I spent a lot of time running upstairs,
because I `forgotten' something, when in reality I was really trying to see
if I could `accidently' bump into `Master Steve'.  Not that I wanted to try
the `bondage room', mind you.  No, I just wanted to check him out and see
if he really came to Steamworks or not.  And to see if he really used the
`bondage room' or not.

Not that I wanted too.  Try bondage that is.  It's really not my thing.  It
isn't.  It's just that I wanted to talk to him about it.  Not do it.  Um.
Yeah.

I wasn't really enjoying myself here tonight.  So, I packed it in and had
an early night.  I looked out for `Master Steve', as I walked to Flinders
St. station, but couldn't see him anywhere.

I'm sure Eden and I'll have a laugh about this tomorrow.



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