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First S&M Scene - Part 1
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* PART I - FIRST S&M SCENE - ORIGINAL FICTION BY TERRY *
* (C) COPYRIGHT 1987 - TERRY NELSON *
* PLEASE DO NOT USE THIS WITH PERMISSION ONLY! *
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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
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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.
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"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?"
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
END OF PART I - FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE - BY TERRY
KEEP THAT COCK HARD FOR PART II - "THE NEXT DAY..."
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