Haven & Hell
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Preface-The story takes place in Chicago and is something that this faggot wish would exist somewhere. It was written due to the fact that I was having writers block with another story that is being worked on...Scout Rob In-Charge. Hoping this will get that block taken care of so I can continue to write that story. The other story by this author is called The Trucker's Inn. Both can be found on Nifty.org.
I welcome feedback on this story. Also happy to receive messages on my Tumblr page, which a few of you did. Also have enjoyed the correspondence with other faggots as well as Sirs from all over. Always try to respond to you when you contact this faggot. Please e-mail me at kcamsub@gmail.com Go to my Recon account kcam Tumblr kcolderfaggot
Also wanted to let you know an Alpha Sir in England dared me to write about the first time this faggot realized it was a true submissive faggot. That story is on my Tumblr page.
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Haven & Hell
Chapter One – Meeting My Future
It's now been a few months since I moved into my apartment here in Chicago. The location was great; convenient to the EL so I could get to work easily, just about 12 blocks north of Boys Town' so easy to find bars when I wanted to go out, and off street parking for my little VW. I know it was just a one bedroom, but here that was expensive enough. What is exciting is the fact that I finally got to the Big City' after growing up in a small town about 30 minutes east of St. Louis in the middle of a cornfield. After college, I headed to a job in Des Moines. For the past decade, I have been working in the Des Moines office of this company, which was better than where I grew up, but it just didn't seem to fit me. I know I am gay, really have known most of my life. But that small town didn't take kindly to gay people and Des Moines was okay, yet it still didn't feel right.
At 6'3" and a decent build, most people in that small town saw me as a straight kid who liked sports. I was even on the varsity High School basketball team, but we weren't that good, but did I enjoy the playing. Really, I enjoyed the locker-room after practices and games. All the guys walking around naked or with just their underwear, it was great material for me to jack-off later at home. I did fool around a bit there with just a couple of people, but in both cases all they wanted was for me to fuck them. I mean with an 8" cock hard, they assumed that is what I would do with it. One was the math teacher, Mr. Miller, who was married, but did enjoy his ass fucked. The other was our team manager who was about 5'9", which after most games my junior and senior year, he would need a home, which was his way of getting fucked.
Des Moines wasn't that great either. I put a couple of ads out on Craigslist, but usually got flakes that just want to touch my dick and watch me jack-off. Did a couple of sites like Grindr and Recon, but really did not see much action. I think the problem was that I really didn't know what I wanted in this gay world; so far everyone assumed this tall younger man with a good size Alpha Dick must be a top and want to fuck. Even on Recon, my profile read 50/50 and the description was short and to the point...'not sure what I am looking for, but would love to chat about.' On Grindr got a couple of hook ups and again they wanted their asses plowed so I did. I even had a couple of dates out of it, but after a 2 or 3 times out, it usually just fizzled. However, one guy that wanted to be fucked, insisted on me wearing a condom. The problem there was, anytime I wore a condom, my cock would shrink to smaller than the normal size soft. I mean my cock did NOT like to have a rubber around it, so for me to fuck anyone, it was bareback or not at all. The guy who wanted the condom ended up just sucking me off. I did get to do 69 with a couple of guys, and I really enjoyed a cock in my mouth, so I did know what that felt like at least. Several times while jacking off, I would play with my asshole, which did heighten the orgasm. But overall, things just didn't feel right, like I was missing something in my sexual ideas of the gay world.
Well at least now I am in Chicago and hopefully the pieces will fall together either for a relationship of some kind or at least getting some friends with benefits out it. After getting settled in to both my apartment and work, I started to venture out about a couple of months ago to see what was around. I went to Boys Town on several Saturdays, and found a couple of bars that were okay, but it just seemed to be too crowded to make headway on meeting people. One Saturday night while walking home from there, I noticed this little bar like place outside of Boys Town; that was occupying the end of this bigger building. It had a small rainbow flag in its window and the sign above the door read `Haven'. I thought what the hell, so I went in to see what was what.
Once inside, this looked like a neighborhood bar, but bigger than a normal neighborhood bar. There was a regular bar with two bartenders working each end with several stools along the bar. Several high top tables by the wall and front windows with stools. I could see there was one pool table towards the back, with a staircase going up the middle. Later I found out they would led to the bathrooms and office space for the owner of the bar. I got a beer and sat at one of the tables just checking it out, when this gentleman came up and introduced himself to me. That had NOT happened in any bar within Boy's Town since I had been going there, so I was already more impressed with this bar than any other.
"Names Joe, what's yours?"
"Bryon," as I stuck out my hand, which he took.
"New to town or just visiting?"
"Moved here a few months back, but just starting to get out and seeing what's out there. So what kind of bar is this?"
"More of an `Average Gay Man's' bar is what I would say. Most people in here are regulars or become regulars. We do have our share of unique clientele, but if you keep coming back, you'll figure it out."
Joe and I shot the bull for about an hour, but it really wasn't going to go further than just friends, and I was okay with that, since I hadn't really made any friends in this town. He introduced me to several of his friends and we all chatted. It really was nice to finally have a talk in a gay bar in this town, and so I figured I had found my `Haven of Bars' in the bar called Haven. What was interesting, the couple of men who approached me there (for the intention of wanting more than chit-chat), were shorter and more effeminate than myself. I thought this is what Joe was talking about earlier. They weren't ugly, but they just did nothing for me. One even talked about getting fucked by me, but again did nothing.
I continued to stop by there off and on for the next couple of weeks chatting with different people that I had met. I was for sure getting more and more comfortable there. But one Friday night, I finally figured out the real idea of what the `unique clientele' Joe was talking about. As I was chatting with Phil (a friend of Joe's), I noticed a couple of men who looked a bit rougher than any other men there coming into the bar. Both were wearing leather pants, but one had a tight fitting tank top and the other a flannel shirt with no sleeves. My cock started stirring a bit. They just ordered drinks and sat to themselves, but I am sure this is what Joe was talking about.
After a while, I needed to relieve myself, so I got up and started walking to the stairs. Once upstairs went into the men's restroom, which had two urinals with a slight partition between them. This, I'm sure, was to keep the image of just an average gay bar not a sleazy bar with hook-ups everywhere. As I was peeing, the man in the flannel shirt entered and took the other urinal instead of using the stall where the toilet was. He started pissing, and my dick started stirring. Thank god he spoke first.
"Really needed this bad. So what is on your agenda for the night?"
"Nothing for me...just finish up drinking here and heading home. You Sir?" Where did that `Sir' come from? "Heading down to Boy's Town?"
"Not tonight, have other plans, just killing time right now. My buddy had to leave, so how about you let me buy you a drink and we can talk. That way I'm not sitting alone."
"Sure." I had finished peeing and was still standing there with my semi-hard cock out. I could hear him still pissing, but I really wanted to look. He took a slight step back, enough for me to look at his 6" soft cock with piss coming out of it. He finished and did a couple of shakes.
"Close your mouth there boy and put away your cock," he said with a chuckle. "Nathan's the name...and yours?"
"Bryon Sir." There was that `Sir' again.
We finished up and went down stairs. Most of the guys I was talking with earlier had either left the bar or had moved to other places within the bar. Nathan got me and himself a beer and we went and sat down where he had been sitting before. I could smell the masculinity coming from him. He was about 5'10" and a bit stocky, but not fat. He probably works out some, but is not a muscle builder of any kind. His chest appeared to have some nice hair that just made him look more macho than before. We started to chat, and thank god, Nathan was real easy to talk with.
"So tell me Bryon, what is a tall cup of coffee like you doing being single?"
With kind of a snicker I replied, "Just haven't found the right man I guess. Are you dating anyone or in a relation?"
"Naw, just enjoying my time, having fun and seeing how often I can score," with a big smile on his face. "So what kind of man are you looking for?"
"To be honest, not really sure, here I am 35 and I really don't know what I want, either with a relationship or even with just sex."
"Don't tell me you're a virgin."
"Hell no! But it seems most guys I meet that all they want for sex is for me to just fuck them. I mean I have a nice long cock, so I kind of get it, but I feel I am missing something. I know I'm crazy and I should be thankful for that, but I am not sure what I am missing." Nathan just looked at me as I kept talking, not really judging me. This is the first time I have ever opened up like this and even weirder I was opening up to a complete stranger, but he seemed cool with it. "Am I crazy, but I feel there is more to a sexual encounter than a dick going up the ass. At least I get my rocks off, but I'm just not sure," as I continued my rambling. Finally I stopped and looked at him and said, "Say something, please."
"Hey, it sounded like you needed to get that off your chest for a long time."
"I guess I did."
"Okay let me ask you...top or bottom?"
With kind of a strange look I'm sure, I said, "I guess I am top, since I always am the one fucking."
"Wait, wait, wait! That doesn't make you a top. A top is not about how tall you are, or about how big your dick is or even how masculine a person appears. A top or even a bottom is a mindset. I want you to think about this...what is it you really want in a relationship or even just sex?"
"That's the problem Sir...I mean Nathan. I can't figure it out."
So we sat there while I explained my past of growing up in Timbuktu, Illinois and being in Des Moines. Nathan listened and I could tell he wanted to do a virtual slap to tell me to snap out of it. Finally I stopped with the background, and Nathan broke the weird silence then.
"Okay Bryon, if you had a chance to experience any sexual experience, no matter how weird or kinky or prevented it sounds, what would it be?"
"As strange as it sounds, I want to experience piss play."
"Interesting! Okay, I do know of a place that you could experience piss play, but what do you want to do in that play? Do you see yourself drinking from the tap or hose? How about a golden shower on you? Or do see yourself being the pisser on people?"
"Not really sure, thinking more about getting the piss somehow, I guess."
"Okay here is the deal," as we were both about done with our beers, "I want you to go home tonight and think about what do you want from piss play. I want to help you explore that. If you want to try it tomorrow night, call me." He got up and went to grab a pen form the bar and wrote his phone number down for me. As he gave me his number he said, "I would love to take you to this place so you could enjoy this experience and more, but you need to figure out some things. If you want to receive it, do you want to be dominated over when doing this? I would love to be the one to control you if you're interested. But you figure it out."
"Wow, okay this gives me something to think about."
"Now if you want to just go for the experience and not have someone controlling you, just texted me and we go tomorrow night as friends. But if you want me to dominate you, then text me and refer to me as Sir Nate. You seem to have that Sir down pretty good, since it slipped a couple of times."
I nodded.
"Last, Bryon, if you want to do this tomorrow night, I am free and would love to take you there. This place is a private club and a member has to bring in you no matter what. This is a bdsm private dungeon with lots of different things to offer. It will cost you each time 20 bucks to get in and 40 upfront on the first time for membership. Also they have cameras everywhere so you will be filmed. Those are usually shown in the bar area of this place for entertainment."
"Okay Sir."
"Interesting, I am beginning to think you are finding the way you want to go; and I like that `Sir'. Let me hear from you by 4 so we can both plan and prep accordingly. Hoping to hear from you."
"You will Sir."
"Gotta run boy. Take care," as we both got off our stools. I put my hand out to shake, but he grabbed me in a big bear hug. I could feel his almost erect cock thru his pants and I am sure he could feel mine as well. We walked out together and once outside, he grabbed me again, but this time when he hugged me, he put his hands down the back of my pants and started playing with my crack and even ass hole. My cock did get even harder. Then after a quick kiss, I headed home as he headed to a car parked by.
Now all I have to do is figure out what I wanted. With my cock, hard as a rock thinking about all this, I just let it guide me home. Once home, I jumped on the computer and started to search for bdsm gay to see what I would find that might interest me. Mainly porn stuff came up, so I started watching it. So much to take in, but what seemed to get me the hardest is when the sub was being humiliated and degraded. It didn't matter if it dealt with piss play or cock & ball torture or even mess play (which I would find out later was called gunge). I kept picturing me as the sub getting used. Once the sub was tied up my cock would go super hard. Another time watching a sub being used in a public toilet by 6 men, everything from being pissed on and taking piss in, to being tied up to be a urinal. They even fucked this poor guy, and my cock was not only rock hard, but dripping precum like it had never done before. Holy crap, `I wanted to be him' ran through my mind. All my life being the tall one with a good size cock, I thought I was the top, but really all this time my brain was wired to be the humiliated submissive faggot bottom.
Chapter Two – The Decision
When I woke up the next morning, I felt my morning woody (nothing new), but the difference was in the fact I was still leaking precum and the wet spot on my sheets indicated it happened most of the night. I could tell I didn't have a wet dream, just leaked a lot. I put some precum on my finger and then licked it off. It was like I was in heaven. After 35 years, I have really figured out what I am and what I really want from sex and life.
After a few more licks, I jumped out of bed and got to my computer. There it was the last video of what I looked at the night before. There was a tall man lying in a tub and this small person (dwarf) was on a stool by the tub and with his very handsome 6 plus inch cock, was giving this man a golden shower. OMG this is what I want, to be at the mercy of any Alpha Sir. Then I started looking at other pics I had been looking at, most off of Tumblr, and realizing that the faggot that was being humiliated each time, was the faggot I wanted to be. I quickly looked around the apartment for Nathan's phone number and found in on the kitchen counter, where I had put it carefully. All of these ideas were running through my brain, but the one that stuck out the most was the fact that this was what I really wanted. But I realized that I needed to get some composure before I would text Nathan.
Turning around in the kitchen, I turned on the Keurig for some morning caffeine. I decided to go out for breakfast, but first needed to clean up a bit and have a cup of coffee. I looked at the clock and it was only 7:15. My excitement said, text now, but my common sense said get breakfast first with some caffeine in me. Once the Keurig was indicating ready, I picked a flavor to put in. I just grabbed one off the counter and as I was putting it in the machine, I looked at the type..."Submission Morning Blend". That put a smile on my face, thinking maybe it is a sign, but still need to get ready. With coffee in hand, I went to the bathroom and started the shower up. I decided to shave and other things later. While in the shower I realized I still had a hard on and hadn't pissed at all this morning. With the running water, my bladder said time to go, so I just went there, which I have done sometimes, but use to think that going there was inappropriate. This morning, I was thinking, maybe this is where I need to take my pisses from now on. I even took a couple of scoops of piss and drank them, which strangely felt right. With some deodorant on and teeth brushed, I was ready to head out. I picked up a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, which after putting them on, I put on my pair of Nike's sneakers.
While walking to the breakfast cafe I like, I realized that I didn't have on any underwear and my cock (5 plus when soft), was just flopping back and forth. For some reason, I really didn't care, in fact I like the feeling so much. I had never done that before either. When I got there, I sat outside and ordered my usual. I started to look at my phone just to catch up on the daily news and see what was what. Then I started to look at some of the Tumblr pages I was looking at the night before. After a while, I looked up from my phone and saw a very handsome man sitting two tables over looking at me. I smiled and nodded, like I usually do and he did the same, and then I went back to looking at things. When my breakfast arrived, I looked up and he was still staring with more intent now. Then I noticed he looked down. When I looked down at my shorts, my cock was not only rock hard, but the head was sticking out slightly. I looked back up and he just smiled. I am sure I turned 100 shades of red in embarrassment and shame, but he just smiled and licked his lips with the sly look. I stopped looking at my phone and just concentrated on the breakfast.
After a while the other man got up, after paying his bill, and walked towards me. I tried not to look at him, but still wanted to. I did notice he was wearing a pair of shorts that showed a very nice bulge in them. As he walked past me, he stopped and said, "Thanks for the show...hope to see it again soon fag." He then just walked on. He called me `fag' and what was so weird, I really got turned on by that humiliating remark. My cock began to grow again, so I just tried to concentrate on the meal. Once done eating, I realized I was going to have to get up and leave, with this half hard on. I paid the bill and as I put my wallet back in my shorts, I thought I could just leave my hand there to help hide the bulge. I got up, but it really didn't hide it much and as I turned to leave the waiter smiled and said, "Nice package to go."
Walking home, my semi-hard on just kept bouncing, so after a while I didn't try to hide it. I did start to enjoy walking past people and getting looks from them. One guy just kept staring at it to the point I thought his eyes were going to come out. I think another time my cock head might have slipped out since I got a rather surprising look from this guy. All in all it was a great walk back.
Once in the apartment, I immediately stripped. It almost felt natural to do this and I could tell I was starting to enjoy the submissive idea of being naked. I looked at the clock and it was only 9:10. So with breakfast in my stomach and now caffeine in my system my head was clear enough and YES I really wanted to go to this place Nathan was talking about. My first thought was to make sure that I didn't seem too anxious about it, since it was still early. But I am sure by my reaction last night he already knew I was. The text needs to sound more than just a simple `yes' answer of wanting to go and be dominated. So this was important. I sat down and thought for about 15 minutes on what to text. I finally started the text.
"Sir Nate, this is the lowly faggot from last night, bryon. (I knew to only put his name and pronouns in capital letters) would enjoy going to the place we discussed tonight. sorry so early in the morning, but wanted to know any orders you have for this faggot to prep Sir. looking forward to the experience Sir Nate."
I read it over several times before I finally hit send. There it is my commitment and then I looked at my cock and it was not only hard, but leaking like crazy. It wasn't even 2 minutes and I heard my phone with a text message.
"good boy. Sir Nate will be sending you instructions off and on today, but the first one is simple. You are NOT to cum until I tell you faggot. Understand faggot?"
Without hesitation I replied with a yes Sir." Okay there it is I am going to the place' tonight and without a doubt, I was excited. Now I have to figure out what to do with the rest of the day so I don't over edge and cum by accident. My first thought was to release some energy, but I usually did that by jacking off, so that was out of the question. So I decided to go down to the neighborhood gym, where I work out off and on. Putting back on my attire from breakfast, I grabbed a towel and an extra shirt, shoving them in my gym bag, I was off to the gym.
The short walk was nice, but my dick started to get hard just flopping back and forth. Finally getting there, the guy checking me in noticed my `bulge' and gave me a big smile. After smiling back, I went into the gym and started lifting. It wasn't that busy for a Saturday morning so I didn't have to wait on any of the equipment. After stretching and doing some crunches, I went to the weight bench to lift. I don't lift a lot of weight, I usually try working on increasing the number of repetitions to help me get stronger and help keep the old heart racing. After my second set of 15, I noticed several of the guys just staring at me from the other side of the room. Then I caught myself in the far mirror...omg you could look right up shorts and see the whole package. The guys just smiled and kept watching. Finally one of the guys, about 5'7" walked over and asked if I needed a spot and I thought sure, why not. So I added a little weight and started. As I started lifting I looked up again, straight up at this hot guy. Even better I could see up his shorts and saw a yellow jockstrap with a nice bulge. After a set of 15, I stopped to catch my breath. He just stood there, looking down at me with a big smile.
"Good job with the weights," he said.
"Thanks and thanks for the encouragement."
"I really didn't say much."
"No just your presence kept me going."
"Well you must have liked what you were seeing."
"Pardon?"
Then he nodded down at my shorts which were tenting up with my 8" cock and even a precum spot. I was so embarrassed. Luckily he reassured me.
"Listen, faggots like you enjoy seeing a real man's package." With that he squeezed my right nipple and said, "Later."
I looked up at the clock it was now about 11 o'clock. I grabbed my bag and headed into the small locker room. I pulled my phone out saw I had a message.
"Okay faggot, tonight be at Haven at 5:30 sharp. Wear jeans, a t-shirt, your Nikes and white briefs. Still excited fag?"
I really didn't care who was around, but my cock couldn't hide the fact that I was still excited about tonight. I started texting back...
"yes Sir this faggot is very excited Sir. currently at the gym with a boner showing Sir. will be at haven at 5:30 sharp Sir wearing just what you ordered Sir."
He immediately text back..."show Master that boner fag...take a pic and send fag."
I looked around and there was only one guy sitting there wiping the sweat off, so I went over to the mirror, dropped my shorts and took a pic of my boner. All of a sudden I heard "nice" coming from behind me. I turned & looked; it was the guy who had spotted me earlier. He just winked as I pulled my pants up. I sent the pic with "faggot's cock Sir".
"Good boy, you are learning to follow orders fag," was the reply I got back. It really felt right in some way that I did that without even thinking about too much. I am realizing that being submissive might be the way to go.
I went on ahead and walked home knowing I still had several hours to wait, and possibly more orders before then. As I am walking I got another message which was from Nathan. All this text was is a link to a Tumblr page. I clicked on the link and what popped up was a picture of my cock on this Tumblr page with the caption below saying, "looks like my new boy is ready for Hell." This picture really only showed my mid-torso region so no one could tell it was me, but still it was a shock. At the same time, my cock started to get excited again, this time about being exposed. Another text...
"well boy, how does it feel to be exposed like that. Bet your cock is getting hard just thinking about...wait until tonight."
My cock was hard and pointing straight out as I am walking, really not paying any attention to anyone close by. "yes Master Nate, this faggot's cock is hard and currently walking home where everyone can tell Sir." I hit send. I finally got home and immediately got my clothes off...again it just felt right to be naked and now exposed. Excited but a little tired, I thought I would grab a quick lunch then take a nap. With lunch down, I laid down on the bed and just let me nap.
When I woke up it was about 2. I looked at the phone and there was another message from Nathan. Luckily was just about 15 minutes old, so he wasn't waiting long for a response. The message read, "faggot, if you plan on any ass play tonight you will need to make sure you have cleaned out. Need to see another pic of how excited you are boy, send a pic."
Well I looked down at my naked body and my hard on was still there, so I was still excited. Afraid he would show my face on his Tumblr, I made sure it was a bit more of the body, but no face in the picture. Once taken, I sent it with the statement, "yes Sir...this faggot is still ready for tonight Sir." It was just about 2 minutes and he messaged me back with another Tumblr link. I clicked on it and there was me on Nate's Tumblr page with the caption..."faggot is excited for sure." I was really starting to enjoy the word faggot when talking about me. Okay I needed to run to CVS and get an enema kit so I could clean me out. The walk was about 20 minutes each way, so I needed to get on this. I put on my shorts and tank top and went there. Again, no underwear and my dick was enjoying the freedom. Once there I got the kit and headed home. Now working towards 3, I needed to be leaving here a little after 5, since it takes about 15 minutes to walk to Haven. It was time to clean up and clean out.
I started by shaving and then jumping into the shower for the final clean up. After the shower, I put on lotion like I usually do. As I was doing this, I got another text message from Nathan. "if you have a butt plug or dildo, use it before coming tonight so that faggot hole is already to be used. I already know you plan on your ass being used...let's just say I saw it in your faggot eyes last night, so don't deny it. If you don't, at least work the hole open somewhat to be played with faggot. Bet you like being seen on Tumblr don't you slut...you are going to be such a good faggot pig."
Now some of that message should have upset me, thinking he can presume he already knows what I want. But the problem is, Master Nate was right and had read me correctly. I wanted to be that faggot pig. I went to my computer and pulled up Master Nate's Tumblr, and looked at his archives. He did enjoy the piggy play from piss to mess to just about anything. My cock got rock hard again and I started playing with it, but stopped realizing how easy it would be for me to cum right now. As it is now after 4, I used the enema kit to clean me out. It seemed to work for the most part and hoping it was good enough for tonight. I had bought a small butt plug a while back, but had never used it. I found it and with some lube, worked into my ass. I needed to `eat' something, but I didn't want any solids. So it was a light liquid dinner so my stomach was not totally empty, but I was sure it would be full by the end of the night. With butt plug in place I walked into the kitchen.
After the `quick' dinner, I was ready to get the final prep for the evening. I decided no deodorant tonight, so I would only have the natural scent on me, and I used the month wash to clean my mouth instead of brushing. So now I was it was time to put on the wardrobe ordered by Master Nate. I realized I was starting to think of him as Master instead of Nathan now. Wow...in a short period I really have become a submissive faggot without a lot of effort. Once I had the briefs on, I got a wet spot instantly. Then I got on my jeans and the t-shirt...ones that were older and I really didn't care if it made it back home tonight. Got the Nike's on and then I looked in the mirror. I thought I looked kind of hot. The funny thing is that fact that I didn't feel right wearing underwear, since I hadn't worn any all day. I quickly dropped my pants and underwear and removed the butt plug, which kind of left me feeling empty. Okay just need to follow his orders.
It was just about 5 minutes until 5 o'clock so I decided to go ahead and leave. It was a good thing, since I forgot to get the money out of the ATM earlier. There was one at the bank a block away, so I was set. Walking it felt odd having underwear on, but I could feel the wet spot on them. Once at the ATM, I got $60 out so I could have an extra 20 for drinking, but I doubt if I was going to be drinking from the bar...I was hoping more from the tap. When I arrived at Haven I still had 15 minutes, so I sat on a bench outside. He had said 5:30 sharp and I didn't want to be too early. Time passed slowly, but finally it was 5:28 and I started to walk toward Haven and my future.
Chapter 3 – Describing "Hell"
As I entered Haven it felt different tonight. I had started thinking of this as my neighborhood bar, but tonight I was walking in as someone else. I saw a few of the regulars and waved at them. Then I saw Master Nate sitting at a high top table in the corner. I walked over and stopped and put my hands behind me.
"Good evening Master Nate."
"Right on time faggot...that's what I like. Sit down here," as he pointed to a stool. There were two beers on the table. He pushed on towards me and said, "Drink up, most of the beer tonight for you will be recycled. Before we go any further, I want a little time to go over things, so let's go back to Bryon and Nathan for a short bit. Is that okay?"
"Yes, Sir...I mean Nathan."
"Okay Bryon, I'm going to explain the layout of this place and what could happen. If you have any questions save them for the end. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir."
Nathan started to explain. "This is an old speakeasy from the 1920s, so it is in the basement. You walk around to the back of the building and see a set of stairs going down to the entrance. You have to have a membership card to get inside, which I have one. I swipe the card, and the door will unlock. Once inside, there's a window you sign in for the night, which then the attendant will unlock the next door and you're in. By the way, there will be attendants all over the place to help and monitor. As you enter, the hallway will lead you to the main entrance to everything. But before heading down the hallway, to your immediately left there is an opening into what they call "The Locker". When you sign in you can ask for a locker to stow anything you want, including any and all clothing items. At the end of the hall you will turn right into the main bar area. But to your left is another opening, which is the "Piss Trough", which I will explain later. The bar area is typical, in the sense it has some high top tables, bar stools a place to play darts. Drinks you get here but can be taken anywhere in the place. So far so good?"
I nodded yes.
"Good. You will notice a small hallway at the end of the bar. Down that hallway are two very small stalls to take shits in. This is the only place where this is done, since there is no scat play in this place...owner's discretion. Right next to the end of the bar, you will see a beaded curtain with the word "Anonymous" above it. This is for any submissive faggots, like you, who want to get fucked anonymously at the "Fuck Wall". You go in there and an attendant would get you set up for play. The only thing left on this floor is the "Fuck Room". That is the short hallway next to the beaded curtain. As you walk into this room, several options are here. On the left side of the room, you will see several fuck benches. A faggot can just be on one, or if desired, can be strapped down on one. Also on that side is a series of slings. The nice thing about this is that they are on a pulley system, so they can be maneuvered for both the fucker and the fuckee. On the right side is the "Fuck Wall". Here there are a series of opening that faggots can expose their asses to be fucked by whomever. Most are for fags on their backs, since those tables can slide out to get you into place. Once legs are exposed, the attendants for that area will strap your legs up to the wall so you just have to sit there. Your cock and balls are exposed, but the rule is an Alpha has to be fucking you to play with your cock and balls. There are condoms from the attendants if want, but most just do it bareback. The faggot has no choice, once in this position, so think carefully before you go in. There are three holes where the faggot can be placed on their stomach, but cock and balls are still exposed and your legs would still be strapped to the wall. That wall gets used a great deal. Even though, fucking can happen almost anywhere in this place, the Fuck Room is where most it will happen. So...still interested boy?"
My cock was hard as a rock listening to this place, hell yes I was still interested. "Yes Sir, would you please go on Sir."
"Great. Now in the bar area, you will notice a set of stairs going down. This is to the lower floor, which is what the floors are referred to ... Upper & Lower. Going down the stairs takes you right into an open area. Right next to the stairs to your left is an opening with "Hose Out" about it. This is the room that a faggot can get his ass hosed out, either by an Alpha there or by the attendant on duty there to assist. Shit might be here, but again no shit play in this place at all. Next to that is the hallway that leads to the "Piss Room". In this room, piss can happen anywhere, but what happens mostly will be one of the following ideas. There are three piss bath tubs that many will use, both to be pissed on and those who just enjoy pissing. Along the back wall is called the "Trough", which extends most of the wall. It is big and wide enough for a faggot to lie down in it or be on its knees or even get piss fucked in. The Trough is fun place for most of the time. Then at the opposite end from the tubs is a place called "The Cage". There is a cage where a faggot can be placed in to be pissed on. If the fag wants a funnel for either its mouth and/or its ass he can ask for it...it usually adds to the fun and humiliation for the faggot. The cage is a little lower to the floor so everyone can stand around. Above the cage is the "Piss Trough" from the Upper Level, where men can piss on who is ever in the cage from above. Sometimes piss will also get on those around there. When the night is busy, this room gets cooking. Wow, nice spot, Bryon."
I looked down and I could see a small spot on my jeans where precum was soaking thru. I turned red, but Nathan just smiled.
"I am thinking someone is getting overly excited. Okay, across from the stairs in the open area is the "Glory Hole Room". Here there are two entrances. If you want to suck, you enter where it says "The Pit". If you want to get sucked you climb the three steps and you go to an open glory hole and stick your dick thru it. Piss can happen here, but not that often. You can also stick your ass through, and get rimmed, but that doesn't happen much either. The thing that is great is those getting sucked can see into the pit, but thanks to a two-way mirror, the faggots in the pit cannot see anyone above. On the other side of the stairs there is a small window to buy fun stuff. Next to it, is what you use the fun stuff for, and that is the "Gunge Pit" for mess play. This does have a shower overhead to get rinsed off when through, but it is fun to watch some walk around with it on them. You cannot go upstairs with mess play stuff on you so you will have to rinse off sooner or later. Some go to the Piss Room and use piss to rinse off. All in fun. The last room is the "Dungeon Room", which is the other direction from the Piss Room. When you enter here, there are all sorts of things that one can play on, from St. Andrews Crosses to Head Cage with wrist restraints...all for the playing. If a faggot is on something, unless a Master is in control of the slave, a faggot is fair game for anyone. So what do you think...still interested, as if I couldn't tell."
"Nate, this place sounds awesome Sir. You indicated kind of rules in places, are there rules for this place Sir?"
"Damn, boy, you are really ready to go for sure. That is what I was going to talk about next, but you beat me to the punch."
"Sorry Sir. Just kind of excited," as evidence with the spot growing in my shorts.
"No problem boy. The first and most important rule is, if you are caught breaking ANY of the rules, you are kicked out for good...no exception...no warning. What's amazing is this rule by my knowledge has only once been applied and the guy was kind of a jerk to begin with. That is why members are very picky on who they bring in."
"What did the guy do, Sir?"
"He was getting a rim job in the Glory Hole Room and decided to shit on the faggot. He claimed it was an accident, but no one believed him. Funny thing is the guy who brought him into the place, never brought anyone in again."
"That rule is good to know, but this faggot needs to make sure it knows the rest of the rules Sir."
Nathan started going through them. * No ACTION of any type in the Locker. This is for changing and storing clothes ONLY * No Scat/Shit Play ANYWHERE. * No Smoking or Drugs inside ... Poppers were the exception * Piss Play in Piss Room or Glory Hole Room Only. If a Master/Alpha wants a slave/faggot to DRINK His piss that can happen anywhere. * No gags or blindfolds are used, unless submissive/faggot agrees or a Master/slave relationship (upon entering the establishment) and the Master does it. * No causing blood or blood activities of any kind * (When a submissive/faggot/slave) Uses at any time the word "Red", that activity must stop immediately. When "Yellow" is used, the intensity of the action must not increase at all. If faggot is gagged, using its hand must flash five fingers 3 times in a row to stop. * No sexual/play activities with glass or metal
Once Nathan was through, he made me repeat them so that I knew them. I had paid attention, but forgot to mention the first one he had said, breaking of any of these rules, a person will removed and never allowed to come back. He jokingly said, that I knew the rules well, but never forget that one.
I said, "Please forgive me Sir, but that rule was already well engrained in my mind before you started the others, so it is a separated, but the most important rule and I know I should have included it in my list Sir."
"You're forgiven faggot. So what do you think?"
"This faggot is ready Sir."
"Now the place only opens at 7 o'clock on Friday and Saturday night and is open until 2. But the front door closes at 10 sharp, so you always need to be in there before that."
"Good to know Sir. Does it open on the weekdays at all Sir?"
"Yes, on Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday, it opens at 5, but closes at 11. Usually not as busy, but still action usually is found. There are always people looking for action. You heard me say that I have a membership card. I told you that you would need $40 tonight. $20 of that is your membership for the rest of the year. They always start in January. The other $20 is that nights fees. The membership card also acts like a charge card. You put money on it, so all you have to do to get a drink or buy mess play stuff is swipe the card. There is no cash used at all within the dungeon. The bartenders and attendants get paid very well here, so no need to worry about tipping...at least with money. You will have to sign a contract which states everything I have gone over with you. The owner prefers new members go through what we did so he knows, everyone understands the rules. So do you want to sign up now?"
"Now Sir?"
"That's what I said. If you say `yes' then we are back to Master Nate and faggot."
"Yes Sir, "with kind of a weird sound to my voice like `we're doing it right here?' feeling.
"Ok faggot, go upstairs to the restroom and take off your underwear. Then take them over to that guy at the end of the bar with the beard, wearing red shirt. You will go to the bar, order a beer for me, give the underwear to the guy in the Red Shirt and tell him, `Nate is ready for the contract.' Understand faggot?"
I nodded and headed to the restroom to take off my underwear. Being small in the restroom, I quickly took my shoes and pants off. Then my underwear, slipping back on my pants. Then I noticed how big the spot up front had gotten. With shoes on, I went back downstairs and up to the bar. I ordered a beer for Nathan, then turned to the gentleman in the red shirt, I handed my underwear to him. "Nate is ready for the contract Sir."
"Tell him I will be right over boy."
I got the beer and went back to the table. The red shirt guy got up and went behind the bar then produced a piece of paper and walked over to the table with a pen in his hand. He sniffed my underwear as he was walking towards us.
"Well Nate, looks like you got a nice new boy for the activities. Did you go over all the rules?"
"Not only did I do the rules, but I gave him a layout of your place called Hell'. All I know is that wet spot on his undies and on his pants shows me he more than eager to go...or should I say cum." They both laughed, as the guy put the paper in front on me. "Cliff, this is Bryon, who has discovered that he is a submissive faggot. Bryon this is the owner of Haven' and `Hell', Cliff."
I stood up and shook his hand. "Tall one here Nate. This piece of meat will be fun down there tonight. I might even have to have some fun with him," as he grabbed my crotch and squeezed. Nathan just laughed.
"Come on Cliff, you can do that later, but let's get the signing completed." With that said, Cliff gave me the pen and I signed the paper. Then Nathan signed as the sponsor and Cliff signed it as approved. Nathan folded it and put it in his vest pocket.
"Now all you got to do is pay the money when you go in and you're set. By the way it is a little after 7 so you might want to head that way soon."
"Was thinking the same thing." Nathan finished his beer and told me to stand and follow him.