Organization: CGS
PART I
Jack was bored. It had been a busy week at work, getting increasingly frustrated with everyone and everything -- and now here it was Friday evening, and he found himself just sitting around staring idly at the TV and wishing something would happen to add a bit of spice to his life. Idly he rubbed his firm, well-muscled stomach through the tight latex of the exercise shorts he liked to wear in his off hours, cupping his smooth and tapering 7 inches and hefty ball sac in a delicate embrace. The abbreviated tank top that he wore showed off his wide shoulders to excellent advantage, and gave the impression of added height to his basic 5'9". "Well,", he thought, "maybe I'll sign onto the BBS and see if anything's happening...modem sex is better than nothing!"
Moving to the computer, Jack flicked a few switches, then heard the familiar beeps and whirrs as the machine powered up. Bringing up his modem program, he heard the dialing notes chirp away, then the screen lit up with the usual messages...none. "Ah well," he muttered, "another evening shot to hell..."
Suddenly a beep from the machine caught his attention. He was being paged to chat with a guy he had known slightly a couple of years ago. "Why not?" he thought. With the connection made, his acquaintance lost no time in coming to the point. "I'm having a small party tonight..." read the screen. "Wanta come?" Jack was practically out the door before he remembered he'd better sign off and disconnect the machine...
Parking his car a block or so away, Jack approached the address he'd been given with some hesitancy. For one thing, the house was entirely dark except for some small barely perceptible flickering lights at a few of the windows. "Candles?" wondered Jack. For another, the entrance seemed to be rather deep set into the side of the house, presenting a rather foreboding way in. But this was clearly the address he'd been given, and the general description of the place matched. "Well", he thought", let's see what's up here." He climbed the three steps and stepped up to the heavy oak door.
All hell broke loose... all without a sound! At least three, possibly four figures, all clothed completely in supple black leather, suddenly emerged from the surrounding shadows and converged on Jack. The first thing he was aware of was his arms being seized, hauled roughly behind him, and a pair of steel handcuffs snapping tight on his wrists. Jack had never been handcuffed before, and the feeling of tight restraint combined with the coldness of the steel send little shocks of mingled pain and pleasure traveling up and down his arms. As his captors tightened their grip on his arms, he felt a sudden quick chill as his shorts and shirt were abruptly cut away with the snick of a straight razor or a switchblade. Jack found himself suddenly naked, his cock popping free from the ruins of the spandex, his balls contracting and his nipples expanding in the suddenly cool air.
He might have cried out, except for the next addition, a tight-fitting leather hood pulled quickly over his head and fastened in place with something firm, probably Velcro straps. The hood had a nosepiece that covered his nose but not his nostrils; he could breathe fine. He could feel eye holes in the leather, but they seemed to be covered with patches shutting out all light. Finally, the hood's mouth opening was fitted with a removable gag that effectively cut him off from crying out. The smoothness of the leather, its delicate scent permeating his consciousnessThis was a brand new set of sensations for Jack, but sensations, it suddenly burst through to him, that he had been both seeking and hiding from for years...
All this took place in a matter of seconds, though to Jack it seemed that each one was drawn out and filled with new and unusual feelings. His captors. however, wasted no time. The door slid open, and Jack was unceremoniously rushed inside, across a large room, and down a broad set of stairs. The hood prevented his seeing not only those who were holding him, but any of the place into which he had been brought. The two who gripped his arms were slightly taller and considerably more muscular than he was, and from the feel of their bodies next to him, they wore the same kind of supple black leather than made up his hood. Jack had a vague impression of several other people in the room into which he had been brought...but no way to confirm it. Not a sound had yet been uttered from beginning to now.
Now Jack heard two or three more individuals advancing on him. He felt his legs pulled apart, so that he stood with them widely spread. Then he felt leather restraints being slipped into place and strapped around his ankles. His arms, still in the handcuffs, were pulled back and leather cuffs strapped around them above where the cuffs rested. A broad leather collar went around his neck, and a set of leather harnesses around his shoulders and waist. "Well", he thought, "this is OK...nothing I can't handle"
They were clearly ahead of him. Before he had even adjusted to the harnesses, he found himself suddenly bent forward over a bench or block of some sort. Suddenly the gag stifled a scream. ...a butt plug of at least 6 inches in length was shoved into his ass! This was as large as anything he'd ever taken, and the sensation was amazing! Just as quickly he was flipped over, and a leather cock and ball harness was popped on. By this time, he was about two- thirds hard, and they had to slap his cock several times very hard to get it down to the point where the harness could be attached.
Next he found himself pulled up and quick marched across the room to a wall. The wall was made of rough brick. Jack was turned back to the wall, his legs pulled apart and his arms pulled out and up. He felt the clips in the restraints being fastened to bolts of some sort in the wall. His collar was likewise fastened to two bolts so that he could hardly move his head. As he stood there immobilized, two extra refinements were added...a set of weights to the ball harness, pulling his balls down and apart, and a set of metal tit clamps fastened together on a chain, with a weight slung between them. Now, for the first time since this had all started, Jack was left alone, strung up to the wall...
PART II
Inside his hood, Jack quickly lost all sense of time. All of his consciousness was bound up with various sensations...the scent of the leather, the tightness of the restraints on his wrists and ankles, the roughness of the bricks against his naked back, the sharp pain of the tit clamps, the duller pain in his stretched balls. Perhaps pain was by now not quite the right word. Rather, the pain that had washed over him in waves when the devices were first applied had now settled into a warm glow that penetrated throughout his body. It was not that it no longer hurt...just that the hurt had been translated into something vastly more profound.
Just as Jack was beginning to become aware of cramps in his spread legs, the room again filled with figures. Not being able to see, he couldn't judge how many...but from the sounds of motion, it was clearly several. The room fell silent, and Jack felt a sense of foreboding. With the hypersensitivity brought on by simultaneous sensory overload and deprivation, he felt a figure approach and stand about four feet in front of him.
With a sudden movement, the tit clamps were removed from Jack's nipples. This brought a sudden rush of agony that almost made him cry out, fading quickly to a throbbing in which pain and pleasure were equally matched. Likewise, the ball weights and harness were removed. With the harness removed, his cock immediately filled to its full 7" capacity, vibrating and throbbing in the cool air of the basement room. Jack was given little time to contemplate what was coming next. He began to feel a series of little ticks, small strokes striking various parts of his body. He realized that he was being worked on with the tip of a riding crop, probably more than one.
Initially, the strokes were light, almost caressing. Gradually, however, they began to increase in pace and intensity, flicking little tongues of quick pain at random up and down Jack's body. Every so often a stroke would catch one of his still-engorged nipples, causing him to arch his back suddenly...or land on his balls, still feeling the effects of their stretching. The worst/best strokes were those that caught his stiffened cock either across the engorged tip or further back along the shaft. His cock was so hard that almost any contact with it could be felt as far away as his teeth! But his captors were careful not to concentrate on his more sensitive zones out of proportion...and never so that he could develop any anticipation at all of where the next strokes were coming.
Jack had no sense at all of now much time elapsed during this process. All he could feel was the rush of sensation, the play of strokes over his body, the sound of the crops moving through the air toward his flesh, and now and again the particularly exquisite pain of a blow to the nipple or cock...he was lost in the wash of feeling.
Suddenly it was over. Jack's restraints were unhooked from the wall, and he found himself again held tightly in the grasp of muscular figures clad in leather. Quickly he was hauled across the room. His hands were once again raised in the air, and fastened to some form of open-air frame of wood. His ankles were again pulled apart, and secured to a lower portion of the frame.
Now the whip attention shifted to Jack's back. The riding crop work on his front continued at a slower pace just enough to remind him what it felt like but a series of heavier, more serious strokes began to fall on his shoulders and ass. This was not done with a simple riding crop it was obviously a significantly larger, more flexible, and more powerful whip. The person applying the strokes was obviously a master he knew just where the border between pain and pleasure was in his strokes, and kept moving back and forth across it...now a caress, now a serious hurting blow...but with an overall balance that kept Jack on the edge of ecstasy.
Jack slowly became aware of a new sensation. While the whip work did not abate, Jack felt a tingling begin in his balls a sensation that, it suddenly came through to him, was a tongue slip-sliding around and over his well-stretched ball sac...now sucking in one, both balls...now running up to the base of the shaft, now running back downward toward the crack of his ass. His initial reaction was to thrust forward toward the searching mouth. As he did so, however, an extra-serious whip stroke checked his movement. He realized that he was not to move, and that any overt response on his part would bring retaliation.
Now the tongue began to move onto Jack's swollen cock. First with a series of delicate tongue strokes, up and down the shaft, around the head, fluttering back down to the base. He felt the tongue tracing the veins that lined the surface, up and back, up and back. Around the head the tongue went, pausing to insert itself into the slit, then down the V on the bottom. Finally, after what seemed hours of this, the mouth gradually slipped over the organ, and began its slow descent down the shaft, taking all of Jack's length into the throat..the lips gently nibbling as they slid down, the tongue playing continually with the parts of the head and shaft already inside. Finally, the lips reached the end, buried deep in the dark brown curls of Jack's pubic hair...
Jack was driven nearly wild by the collective set of sensations...the continuing strokes to his back and front, the tightness of his bonds, and of course the incredible slipperiness of what had to be the best blow-job he had ever received. Plus his trying hard not to respond overtly to any of these sensations provided an extra element of feeling!
The mouth continued to work on his cock, gradually picking up the pace. Jack knew that he couldn't hold out much longer...but he was also afraid of what would happen if he let fly. In the end, nature had his way...he felt the cum rising deep in his balls, pushing up the shaft with an irresistible force. Totally out of control, his back arched and a low growl escaped the gag he still wore. His cock pulsed like a mad thing, pouring a flood of pearl-gray cum into the waiting mouth of his tormentor. Jet after jet ripped from the slit, hurling itself many inches into the air. Jack slumped in his bonds as a furious rain of blows fell on both his back and front, causing an extra set of spasms to shake his already drained body.
Jack felt himself being unhooked from the frame. Fatigue, brought on by a combination of pain and pleasure both in previously unheard-of amounts was coming over him. He felt himself gradually slipping into sleep.
PART III
When Jack gradually came back to consciousness, the first thing that he realized was that he could see again, for the first time since this whole episode had started. He was still hooded, but the patches that has covered the eye holes had been removed, as had the gag. The mouth hole was now open.
He then gradually began to take in his other surroundings. He was in a small room, a sort of cell, walled and paved entirely with stone. There were no windows. At the narrow end of the room there was a metal door, set with a small high window with a shutter, now closed. There was also a lower window, perhaps 3 feet high, also shuttered. The room was at least 12 feet high; light came from a panel inset into the ceiling. There were no furnishings in the room.
Jack found himself lying on a pile of straw in one corner of the room. The good news was that his leather restraints had been removed. The bad news was that they had been replaced with steel shackles heavy bands about his wrists and ankles. Both wrists and ankles were chained together with short chains, perhaps a foot in length. In addition, chains ran from his ankles to a ringbolt attached to the leather harness that had been put onto him earlier, a ringbolt centered just over his navel. His wrists were likewise fastened to the ringbolt, and in addition chains ran from his wrists to rings on either side of the heavy leather collar he also wore.
He tried to stand, and quickly dissevered that he would have to do so hunched over, given the length of his leg chains. All things considered, it might be better to lie back down and find out what was going to happen.
Apparently someone was watching, because the next step was not long in coming. The upper panel in the door flashed open, and Jack had an impression of a black-hooded eye scanning him. The upper panel shut with a click. Almost im mediately the lower panel clicked open, and a particularly well-shaped cock and set of balls popped through the panel into Jack's cell.
Jack was learning. He realized that his performance in this prison glory-hole would be importantly related to what happened from here on out. Moreover, the whole scene had rendered Jack so incredibly horny that he would have needed little if any encouragement to service the invading cock in any event.
Jack clanked his way across the cell floor, and knelt in front of the hole. He realized that he would be confined to his mouth, since his hands would not reach up in their chains to help. But Jack had always thought himself a pretty good cock sucker, and looked forward to working on this one. He began tonguing the head gently, then moved down to take the heavy balls into his mouth. They were too large for him to take in both at once, but he alternated sucking them for a while, then moved back to the cock itself. By now it was hard, almost 8 inches of gorgeous man flesh with a thick veined shaft and a very large head.
As his lips ran up and down the shaft, he noted with some interest that the body to which it was attached had been shaven clean...not even stubble reflected the presence of hair. Moreover, the guy had obviously been tanning naked, since there was none of the pasty whiteness that often characterizes newly shaved organs. Jack could not see much of him, but he was apparently wearing a pair of leather chaps leaving his cock and balls hanging free.
He continued to suck the cock, working it alternately with his lips and tongue. As his lips closed over the head, he could feel the guy's body twitch with pleasure. In and out, in and out, he could feel the silky smoothness of the cock skin under his tongue, feel the veins that knobbed the surface, feel the ridge of flesh where the shaft gave way to the head. As his lips closed over the head, he could taste the salty drops of precum that leaked from the slit in slow progression. His lips moved up and down, up and down, tracing the smooth course of the cock. As his movements became gradually faster, so too did the movements of the cock. Suddenly, with a quick thrust, the cock erupted with a white flood of cum, filling Jack's mouth to overflowing. He couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with the rush as it poured from the tip of the cock he'd been worshipping. He concentrated on getting as much as he could. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, milking out extra drops of the salty-sweet stuff. The cock gave obliging little quivers as he completed his service.
A moment later, it was gone...and almost instantly replaced with another! This one was rather different...smaller, not more than 6" hard, but quite thick, at least one and a half inches in diameter. The balls were smaller also, and also shaved smooth. The skin showed a darker, almost olive tone. When Jack took it into his mouth it had a salty taste, not unpleasant but as though he'd been swimming in the ocean and hadn't showered afterwards. Jack thought it was one of the sexiest tastes he'd ever ex perienced...
All told, Jack worked his way through six different guys at his small glory hole. It was a fascinating array of tastes, looks, and feels...some large cocks, some rather small...some fast cumming, some slow...some with lots of cum, some with little. By the time the door snicked shut after the last one, Jack was pretty tired out. He'd had quite a mouth workout...and a considerable high-protein lunch as well! The only frustration was not being able to touch his own cock...the chains from his hands to the collar made it almost impossible to reach his cock without bending into extremely uncomfortable positions. Jack lay back on his straw and relaxed.
PART IV
Jack did not have too long to wait. After about an hour, spent largely feeling the weight of his chains, his door was suddenly flung open and three black leather clad figures entered. Two of them wore the open-front chaps that left cock and balls exposed, and Jack was able to recognize them as two of the guys he had serviced through the door some time ago. The third wore complete black. All wore leather hoods that gave no hints as to their features.
The leader gestured, and the two assistants seized Jack's arms and hauled him upright. The leader then produced a couple of small leather patches, and with a quick gesture once again closed the eye holes in Jack's mask; once again he was left in the dark. He then felt the greater part of his chains being removed. The harness and collar were left in place, but the wrist and ankle shackles that kept him from moving were gone. He was then propelled out of the cell, down a short corridor, and up a flight of stairs.
He and his captors emerged into what he could sense was a rather large and high-ceilinged room. He could hear other people in the background, but not clearly. He was moved across the floor, and suddenly flung backward onto a sort of padded bench with solid sides. His arms and legs went down the sides of the bench, and his naked torso lay on the seat of the bench. He was not surprised when his arms and legs were quickly secured to the sides of the bench with straps.
Nothing happened for a matter of moments. Then Jack felt a most curious sensation in his groin. It took a few more moments for him to realize that his pubic hair was being removed with scissors. When the bulk of the hair had been cut away, he felt the gentle scraping of a straight razor, working on what remained. While Jack had never particularly wanted to be shaved, he realized that he was a lot better off remaining quiet as long as a straight razor was poised at his genitals! The razor worked quickly and efficiently, removing hair from Jack's chest, belly, groin, and legs. Part way through the process, Jack was flipped over on the bench so that his ass and the backs of his legs could also be shaved. In the process, his butt plug was finally removed.
With the shaving complete, he was unstrapped from the bench, and pulled a little way across the floor. Suddenly he found himself upended into some sort of leather apparatus. It took him a few moments to realize that he was in a sling, with his ass upended for the world! His legs were pulled into the air and strapped in place, and his arms likewise. He was as effectively immobilized as any of his former situations.
Abruptly Jack felt the rim of a glass bottle being applied under his nose, and he smelled the tell-tale aroma of first-rate amyl. Now for this he needed no encouragement! He took a hefty hit, felt the bottle moved to his other nostril, and took a second inhale. As the bottle withdrew, he hardly noticed; he was swooping up through the atmosphere! Gradually he became aware of the presence of a large dildo moving into his ass...it felt to be at least 9 inches in length and 1-2 inches thick. This was large by Jack's ordinary standards, but after this evening, who knew what ordinary meant? All Jack knew was that it felt wonderful as it roughly worked into and out his ass.
Then yet another sensation intervened. Jack felt a wetness at the tip of his cock, and a gradually increasing sense of pressure in the shaft itself. It took him a minute to realize what was happening he was being catheterized! He'd never experienced this before! It was an amazing sensation, as the probe moved down his cock and through the prostate and all the while his ass was being worked on. The feeling of pressure, of gentle internal massage from both sides, gave Jack a sense of centeredness that was rare in his life.
After a while, both the catheter and the dildo were withdrawn. The next think Jack knew, his mouth was being presented with a really gigantic cock...being able to measure to only with his tongue, he estimated it to be 10 inches or more, and correspondingly thick. Jack was surprised at the ease with which he was able to swallow the monster; perhaps it had something to do with the position of the sling. Greedily he sucked up and down the shaft, tonguing the head around and around. At the same time, he became aware that both his nipples were being sucked...teeth grabbed at them, pulled, bit gently, then released...tongues circled and flicked...lips sucked them up...Given how swollen his tits were from the earlier clamps, the sensations were overwhelming.
But it wasn't over yet. The monster dick that he'd been sucking was withdrawn, to be replaced by a somewhat smaller but still sweet cock. But he wasn't done with the first one yet! A sudden pressure at his asshole let him know that his assailant was simple trading one orifice for another! The gigantic cock slid into his well-prepared ass with hardly a moment's pause, and Jack felt the fat ball-sac that he'd been sucking on a moment before begin to thud against his ass cheeks as the cock thrust into him with increasing rapidity.
Just when Jack was sure that he couldn't handle another thing, he felt a warm mouth slip readily over his cock. He had been rock hard ever since the catheter had been withdrawn, and now another of the party was going to take advantage of his spectacular hard on. This one really knew how to suck! His specialty was deep throating, held for what seemed like minutes at a time...with the head of Jack's cock being gently massaged by the muscles in the back of his throat. It was truly a wild new sensation! Then he'd come up for air, working on Jack's shaft with lips and tongue, using his tongue into Jack's slit to gather the drops of precum that were steadily dripping out. Back and forth he went, working Jack to a frenzy but skillfully knowing when to back off if Jack showed signs of cumming.
At some point Jack felt the cock in his ass twitch and jerk, and he became aware that his fucker had finally shot his load. But he hardly noticed, since that cock was almost immediately replaced by another, and another. Periodically the cock he was sucking would cum and even as the cum dripped from his mouth onto his shaven chest, he would have another to work on. At intervals, the bottle would appear and offer magic hits. And all the time the one sucking him kept him just on the narrow edge of orgasm himself.
Finally nothing could be denied any more. As it happened, his current ass-fucker and the one he was sucking came within seconds of each other. This brought Jack up to the very edge...and this time his sucker led him over! His orgasm started somewhere deep inside him...formed, bloomed, outward and upward. The ferocious siege of cum that splashed from his cock, first into an eager waiting mouth, then into the air and all over both Jack and his assailants, was only one part of it. Another wave moved through his bowels into his ass, grabbing the cock still in-thrust and wringing yet new waves of juice from it. Another wave moved through his tits, sore and engorged as they were, causing them to vibrate and practically glow. Other waves moved through his entire body, causing it to twist in its bonds and feel the force of the sensation through every part.
Jack lay there in the sling, wholly at peace with himself and the world. Somehow it had never occurred to him earlier that the road here led through bondage and humiliation and pain inflicted by anonymous strangers, but in the hours in this strange house he had discovered many new things about himsnt he didn't know if they were going to let him go, keep him for more go-arounds, or whatever...but it was fine with him in any case. He now knew where his sexual destiny lay...and he knew that there would be many more orgasms like this last one in the years ahead! He could hardly wait!