Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Davy
“Hands go behind you when I’m inspecting you, and legs a little wider than shoulder width, so your balls hang free and I can see them from the front and back, but not so wide it looks odd. You have a pretty dick, but understand that I’m never going to be interested in it, other than to torture it. Under most circumstances, your dick will have absolutely nothing touching it while I fuck your ass. If you get off, it’ll be because you’re turned on by being fucked.”
He walked around me to the door, opened it, and said, “The playroom is on this level. We’ll worry about a tour of the house later. Follow two steps behind me. Close the door behind us.”
It turns out, the playroom is close to the garage, and I had the feeling we were underground, since there were no windows. We’d driven straight into the garage, though, so maybe not?
“This was storage when I moved in,” he said while he punched in a code to unlock a door. “None of my bandmates have seen this room. My house manager knows about it so she can see to it being sterilized between uses.”
He opened the door and went in, and I followed and then closed this door behind us as well. I heard it lock, which meant I was now behind four locked doors, since I’d heard the door leading in from the garage lock as well, and I assumed the door leading into the garage from outside was locked, plus a gate had opened to let us in when he drove up. What I didn’t know was whether this door locked from the inside as well as the outside. Could I get out if I wanted? I resisted the urge to test the knob to see, but the keypad beside the door told me I was most likely locked in.
And, again, there were no windows.
But this man was a friend of the MC, and they knew I was with him. He was safe. Bash had made a point of telling me, and he wouldn’t have done so if he wasn’t.
Will stepped behind me and put both hands on my shoulders. The warmth helped me settle, and I breathed in relief.
“A little fear adds spice, but we don’t want too much. Start with the device to our left and then move around the room, telling me how each piece makes you feel while you stand here and look.”
“I guess it makes sense you have a fucking station right inside the door, and it excites me, thinking of you ordering me into the room and over it. Will I have to wait for you to come, bent over and vulnerable? Or will you be right behind me? Both are exciting to think about.”
I looked to the next device and shuddered a little. “I have some good and bad memories on a big Saint Andrew’s cross, so my instinct is to acknowledge it and move on.”
“We’ll talk about those memories later. Keep going.”
“I don’t have much experience with a bondage table like that, but all those connection points have all kinds of possibilities, Sir.”
He leaned in so I could feel his breath on my ear, all hot and moist. “And the cage?”
My heart was racing and his question made it gallop even faster. “It’s scary, Sir. It looks like a jail cell, with the bed-shelf and the steel toilet-sink combo thing.” And the attachment points told me I could be bound to the bed, and also bound standing against the wall.
“It’s supposed to be a little scary. Under normal circumstances I prefer to have my slave available for orders at all times, but I’ve also found it’s good to have a way to warehouse my property, at times. Keep going.”
“All the whips and paddles hanging on the wall are both scary and exciting, Sir.”
“Which do you want to feel on your ass?”
“The fifth wood paddle from the left, Sir. It looks like it would pack a lot of sting without a whole lot of bruising, Sir.”
“And which do you not want to feel?”
“Any of the canes, Sir. You have a lot of them.”
“I do. The ones in the umbrella stand are inexpensive, and any I use on someone get thrown away after use. The ones hanging on the wall are specialty canes made of various woods, plastics, and other material. They get cleaned after use. One of your jobs will be to clean everything used during a scene and then put it away. You’ll do that tomorrow morning before you shower. When the alarm goes off to let me know playtime is over, I’ll orgasm and then tell you to clean up.” He pointed to the jail cell. “There’s a shower in there you can use.” He walked to a cabinet against the wall and opened it. “Some things will go into soapy water tonight, but not everything can. Tomorrow morning, you’ll clean everything I use on you tonight with these sanitizing wipes, and then you’ll put everything where it goes, so pay attention to where things are when I get them.”
He motioned to the bed. “Keep going.”
“The stockade thing at the bottom is both scary and exciting, Sir.”
“Pillory,” he said. “Stockade is for feet and sometimes hands as well; pillory is for head and hands.”
“Pillory, Sir. Thanks for the correction. There are lots of other attachment points. It’s pretty industrial looking, even with all the drapey-stuff on it, but it fits with the rest of the room.” It looked kind of romantic at first, with all the sheer fabric hanging down from the top, but all of that hardware spoke to a whole lot of bondage. I didn’t want to talk about it anymore because I honestly wasn’t sure if I was more excited or more scared at the possibility of being bound while asleep. My first Master had a cage under his bed, and I’d most often slept in the cage and not with him. Bubbles had mostly wanted me in my own bed, but every once in a while we fell asleep in his bed together after he finished with me, and that had been the best . The beds were tiny and Bubbles is huge, so I was mostly on top of him, leaned against the wall, but still.
There were a few more items I went through quickly, and then a big exercise mat with a humbler sitting in the middle, and that one terrified me. I hate to have my balls messed with. “I’m not a fan of the next setup, Sir.”
“We’ll see how the evening goes. Perhaps that one can wait, but no promises.”
I looked to the next piece and winced. “I’ve heard of those. Wooden ponies, right? It’s pretty scary looking.”
“This one gets used during boot camp and occasionally as part of maintenance. It’s always available for punishments, of course. It’s rarely used as part of a normal scene unless I’m feeling particularly sadistic.”
“I’ve seen the leather sling things in porn, but I’ve never been in one. Seems interesting.”
“Okay, center of the room and then we can get started. Look up and down.”
There was a grate in the center of the room, so I stepped onto it gingerly. I figured it was there to deal with bodily fluids, and when I looked up, I saw a spreader bar hanging from a mechanical winch.
I assumed he wanted to hear how I felt about this part of the setup, so I said, “Lots of possibilities, again. The grate is a little concerning. I mean, I want to say no to watersports, and yet, it’s so visceral, isn’t it? Kind of the ultimate statement of ownership.”
“It is. Grasp the outside edges of the spreader bar when I let it down.”
He let it down so I could reach it, I grabbed the ends, and he lowered it so it was just over my head. He walked to me with wrist and ankle cuffs, and took his time buckling them on and attaching my wrists to a chain link just above each end of the bar.
He had me step into each ankle cuff, and then he pulled something that made them tighten around my ankle. All four cuffs were extremely well padded.
He walked back to the wall and used the button to raise the spreader bar until my arms were straight over my head, and then I felt something pulling at my ankles. The cuffs were attached to thick cables that came out of the floor on either side of the grate, and I walked my feet out, and out some more, and then some more. Finally, the tension on my ankles went away, but I realized I couldn’t pull my legs together.
And then I gasped when my arms were pulled higher, until I could feel my spine lengthen.
“There we are, all taut and ready for me. You’re probably used to being bent over before you’re plugged, yes? This’ll be a new experience, accepting a too-large plug while standing spreadeagle.”
“It will, Master.”
“Just Sir for now. You won’t call me Master unless we have a document declaring me your owner.”
He held two plugs up, one with a skinny neck and a huge bulb, the other with a huge bulb and a fat neck. I was only used to plugs with a fat neck that held me wide open.
“Tell me the different purposes for these.”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
He held the kind I’m used to a little higher and said, “Mostly a training tool for those anally inexperienced, in my opinion, or for punishment, or just when you want to make a statement.” He held the other up. “This one weighs two pounds, so you have to squeeze around it to keep it in. I much prefer this one on a daily basis, so you’re extra-tight when I fuck your ass.” He tossed it up and caught it. “It’s big enough around though, it makes a statement when it goes in.”
He walked behind me where I couldn’t see him. Even if I wanted to turn to look, I wasn’t sure I could, but common sense told me it would be bad to try.
“I’m using olive oil for lube since you’re sensitive to chemicals. It’s a stainless-steel plug, so no worries about latex or plastic.”
And then the cool steel was against my rectum, and Will ordered me to relax in a no-nonsense tone. He pushed hard at first, and then let up once it was in and spreading me. I held my breath to keep from squealing because the stretch was intense, and then it was suddenly inside, and I squeezed around it with all I had because I didn’t want to lose it right away.
It was huge inside me, making me feel like I needed to shit, and yet, I could barely feel it at my opening, and probably wouldn’t be able to feel it at all once it was body temperature.
A sharp smack to my left butt cheek, and the sound to accompany it.
“When you face the door, you can’t see what I get from the wall, but I put you with your back to the door so you can see where everything comes from, so you’ll know where things go tomorrow morning.”
I watched Will, still fully clothed, walk to the wall and take down the paddle I’d said interested me. He returned to my side and asked, “Shall we start with one hundred today? No, I think two hundred and fifty, with the first fifty a warmup.” He stepped behind me. “That was rhetorical. I don’t expect an answer.”
He gave me ten strikes all at once, but they weren’t bad. A little sting, but these were warm-up strikes so it was a good sting. He stepped to the other side and gave me ten more, back to my right side and gave me fifteen more, and then to my left side for another fifteen.
His cool hand touched my rapidly-warming butt. The left side, then the right. He stepped in front of me and looked me over from head to toe, and then back up. Once again, those brilliant blue eyes made me melt. This man could do whatever he wanted so long as he stopped and looked at me every once in a while.
“Okay, batches of twenty-five for a while, and maybe for the rest of them. We’ll see how it goes.”
If the warm-up strikes were a three or four on a scale of ten, these were an eight. I was yelping and fruitlessly trying to dance almost right away, and I let a couple of almost-screams out before he changed to the other side and immediately started again with barely a pause between.
I was outright screaming when he finished with the second batch, my ass on fire and blazing with heat — and he stepped in front of me and kissed me for the first time, his lips opening mine with a fierceness I hadn’t expected, his hand holding the lower part of the back of my head so I couldn’t move it at all. His tongue invaded, and I tried to dance our tongues together as much as possible, but this man dominated the kiss so it was a penetration, a violation, and I had no choice but to submit, which is what I most wanted to do anyway, so I opened wide and accepted whatever he wanted to do.
“Good boy,” he said when he finally brought the kiss to a close. “Do you know why I move from your left to your right, back and forth?”
I gave a tiny shake of my head, and he kissed my forehead. “It’s like a mini workout for my arms and shoulders, and it won’t do to give one side more of a workout than the other. Balance is important to me, but I won’t always give it to you. So, even though I’ll be moving back and forth for your next one hundred and fifty strikes, you won’t be given the same treatment.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I didn’t ask for clarification since I assumed I’d figure it out.
Sure enough, just a few strikes in and I realized what he meant. Before, he’d struck my right cheek five times and then my left cheek five times, but now, he struck my left cheek every damned time, until it was fiery hot and the other side was completely neglected.
When he changed sides, he still aimed for my left cheek, over and over and over and over. I was bound in such a way so I couldn’t move to the side any at all to try to put the other side of my ass in line for the paddle.
Fifty more strikes, and when he switched sides, he said, “Tell me your safewords again, Davy.”
“ Red to stop and yellow to warn I’m close to my pain limit, but a warning doesn’t require a stop, Sir.”
“This is just pain though, right? No damage. It’s a reasonable position with a safe paddle on a part of your body designed for spanking.”
“It is, Sir.”
“Excellent.”
If he hadn’t pointed that out, it’s possible I’d have screamed out yellow before he finished the licks, but he was right — it just hurt. I wasn’t being injured.
But being spanked all on one side was beyond frustrating.
When he finished, he put the paddle on a little rolling cart I hadn’t noticed before, and then went to the wall and selected a black cane.
“It’s made of a composite plastic,” he told me on the way back, waving it so I could hear it knifing through the air. “It’s one of the cruelest canes in existence, or so I’m told. We’re using it so I can see how your ass does with a cane when well warmed up and when barely warm. Also, because I want to see how you handle true pain. Six licks. If you safeword, I’ll stop, take you down, and put you into the cage for an hour. If you wish to continue at the end of the hour, we’ll do so. If not, I’ll return you to your bike and follow you home to be sure you get there safely. If you wish at any time to leave immediately, the word is divorce . This stops everything, and I make sure you’re okay and then do the aforementioned returning and following.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
And I did. Half my ass was well-warmed up, the other half was only a tiny bit warmed up. He’d be able to easily see how both managed the cane strikes. Also, with his rules about my two safewords, the third word also made total sense.
But probably the most important part of his little message was that he felt it important I take all six strokes of the cane without safewording, and that told me it was going to hurt like hell.
And then the first strike landed and I thought I might puke the steak back up, but Will was back in front of me right away, one hand rubbing my side, the other cupping my cheek. “Breathe, sweetheart. I know it hurts. Breathe for me. In and out. It’s a lot, but it has to be.”
After a few minutes, caressing me and talking me through breathing, I shuddered a breath out and he said, “That’s it, let it out, my sweet boy. I’m going to give you two this time, back to back, and it’s going to hurt terribly, but you’re going to accept it.”
He moved beside me again, in place and ready to strike again. “Relax your ass, Davy. Show me you want to make me happy, sweetheart.”
My ass relaxed all on its own, and then the line of fire was back again, bruising and burning all at once, and before I could get on top of the pain, it hit again an inch lower, and a scream bellowed from my chest I’ve heard before, but I’m not capable of making it when I try. Only intense pain brings it out, and I was so thankful I was allowed to scream. It’d been hell to be quiet when Bubbles had punished me.
And then my new Sir was back in front of me, holding me this time, one arm around me and the other pressing my cheek to his chest. No, it was lower than his chest, closer to his stomach — he’s a lot taller than me, and with my legs spread wide, I felt like a child being held by an adult.
“Good boy. Breathe for me. Halfway there. Did you know your dick’s still hard? The mark of a true masochist, and I’m beyond pleased. So many claim to be a masochist but then lose their hard-on at the first hint of actual pain.”
He talked me through some deep breaths, in and out several times, and then said, “Okay, dear boy, two more at about the same strength but not as close together, and I want you to show me you can be quiet this time. You said you’d been trained to it, so show me. If you’re mine then we’ll be in hotels some, and on the bus, so there’ll be times you’ll have to be silent.”
I managed to remain silent, somehow, but when he held me again, tears flowed from my eyes and I couldn’t stop them. “Oh, what a treasure, you’re crying for me. Such a sweet, sweet boy.” He pulled back and looked me over, watching me cry, and said, “This last one is going to be much harder than the others, so feel free to scream again if you need to.” He kissed my nose. “And then I think it’ll be time for my first orgasm of the evening, which means I’ll need to reconfigure you.”
Another kiss to my forehead. “How are your feet? Some need to get used to the grate, others are fine with it from the start.”
“I feel it, but it isn’t bad yet, Sir.” The words came out between sobs, but I managed to answer.
Another nod, and then he was behind me again, and I tensed, waiting for it to fall.
“I let you tense before because I didn’t want to interfere with whatever you needed to do so you could remain silent, but I expect anyone in your position to relax and show me you accept whatever I’m about to do.”
I was squeezed down as tight as I could on the butt plug, but I breathed out and forced my ass muscles to relax, cautiously doing so while I kept my rectum closed. Relaxing my thigh muscles was a little easier. I lifted my shoulders one at a time to help relax them and my back, and then settled.
“Good boy.”
And then pain hit, worse than any I could remember from a cane. Fire and agony, and I screamed and fought my bonds so much, if they hadn’t been padded they probably would’ve done damage.
He stood in front of me but watched from a few feet away. He didn’t touch me or hold me, as before. “Yes, sweetheart, fight the pain, fight everything. It won’t do any good, but fight it all you want.”
After a few moments, he stepped to me and his arms came around me again, and I sank into his warmth, grabbing for something, anything besides the pain.
“I need to use the restroom, Sir. Please!” I’d almost gone involuntarily at that last strike, and now I was barely holding onto it.
“If you’d asked to go to the bathroom before we left the restaurant, or before I tied you up when we arrived, I’d have allowed it, but now that you’re all mine, there’s a grate below you.” He stepped behind me and aimed my dick down with two fingers. “You lost a little of your hard-on with that last strike, so it’s time to go, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’ve never pissed while someone else touched my dick, but I really needed to go, so I managed it, somehow, but it was close.
“Oh, good boy.” He shook my dick a little when I finished, and then stepped far enough away to release my ankle cuffs from the cables before he returned to release my wrist cuffs from the chains holding the spreader bar. He disconnected my second wrist last while his right arm circled my body from behind, holding my back to his front to be certain I didn’t fall. My first Master had enjoyed watching me collapse after he’d left me hanging by my arms for too long.
“That’s it. Let’s walk to the mat you didn’t like, but we won’t bother with the humbler just yet.”
He walked beside me with his arm around my waist but then stepped behind me once we stopped. He connected my wrists behind my back and then grasped my bicep and said, “Knees, slave.”
I went to my knees and appreciated his hand supporting me and the padding under me.
And then my semi hard-on went rock-hard when my new Sir stood in front of me and removed his clothes. He was magnificent — wiry arm muscles, rock-hard washboard abs, and a nice, fat dick I couldn’t wait to feel inside me. Later, I’d notice his leg muscles, but on this day my attention went to his cock and stayed there.
It wasn’t a surprise that he stepped forward and aimed his dick for my mouth, but I was a little surprised when he gave me a few minutes to worship him with my lips and tongue before he grabbed my head and started fucking my face.