Master Brett and Slave Mark, the BDSM Rookie
Just another day at the office, you would think after all these years, and expertise that I have around me that these guys could run a job without me having to hold their hands. I not say for one minute that my crew isn't the best, but occasionally I would like to be able to cruise into work and not have to trouble shot stuff that doesn't require my approval.
I must admit that by the end of the week I was getting a little frazzled and grumpy, and I certainly loved joining the boys down the pub on Friday nights, or having a social BBQ out the back. I designed a courtyard that had everything, it was our own little men's shed, and relaxation area, if the boys wanted to blow off steam, or contemplate their naval whilst having a drink, I made sure I was there for them. If they needed help, someone to bitch too, I was there and If I couldn't help I found someone that could, as I said I have the best team, and wanted to keep it that way, we were more than just another construction, we offered a family approach, and if any of us had an issue we brought it out into the open and discussed it and always managed to find a solution, If the boys felt that I over stepped the line, they reminded me of it. That's the type of business I ran. On one of these BBQ nights, the beer and drinks were flowing nicely and the designated cook for the night actually managed not to burn the steaks. Tim , my foreman approached me and noticed that I was a bit flat , and not my normal self, "What's wrong with you, you've been out of it all week, normal you are the life of the party and the boys have noticed something's not right." "Nothing really, the business is fine, everybody is on top of things, but there's something missing, I can't remember the last time I got laid, my entire life is here at work, then home, then back here. I need to find a distraction or something to fuck". "Well don't look at me" Tim said with a laugh. "But seriously I know what you're saying; we had this discussion when I came to you about a year ago, and now that issue has been resolved. I started going out and about, found a new circle of friends that had a similar mindset, it basically re-set the computer. I found that my work output was jump started and my social enthusiasm reignited.
"Ok, you have me interested but what made all this happen, I can understand , new friends, and getting out and about , BUT where, HOW"?.
"YOU, told me to start doing things that broke from tradition, step out of the box, explore the dark web, step through the door , which you've always been afraid of, venture down the rabbit hole, eat the forbidden fruit, do I have to go on?" .
"No, I get your point, I need to do something, any way let's see how the cooks doing with those steaks". We rejoined the group, saved the steaks, and grabbed another beer. I remember our previous conversation, and Tim was right, I needed to circulate a lot more, and now I had plenty to think about when I got home. The BBQ finished about 9.00pm, we all helped clean up then we all went our separate ways. Once home I took a quick shower then settled in front of the computer, intent on finding out what I'd been missing out on whilst running the business. I can't remember the last time I surfed the net for porn, but it seemed the most logical place start. Of course there was the usual bonk fest, boy on girl, girl on girl, and a mixture of both, but what did capture my eye more than anything else was a few domination scenes, and I couldn't resist the thought of being on the receiving end of some of the treatment. And without me even thinking about it my cock wanted to join the party, and far be it from me to waist a stiff cock, so my hand slid into my shorts, grabbed hold of my dick and stroked it whilst perving on the screen, Guys were bent over, and getting spanked and flogged, tied in various positions and used, peed on, and given facials. My excitement grew, I could feel my cock swell and pulsate in my hand, and even as I saw some guy blow his load, I couldn't resist, I had to join him, trying to match his quality output. I felt great, I could relax, the edge was clearly diminished, and all I had to do was clean up, but it was worth it.
Most of these porn site all have adds, but all come with an astronomical price tag, and no guarantees, So I extended my search to find local clubs and in particular, ones that emulate what I saw on the computer. This lead me to fetish clubs, BDSM outlets, shops, private clubs, and even professional sex workers that specialise in this fetish, (I gave them a very wide berth).
But what I did find was various contact numbers at the local clubs, and they were far enough away from where I lived in case I was spotted entering one of these clubs. So, throwing caution to the wind I checked my watch to see what time it was (11.00pm), and presuming that these clubs were not a 9-5 arrangement, picked up my phone and called. To say that I was dead scared, would be an understatement, and two or three times I wanted to cancel the call, but I hung on and when I was just about to give up, a male voice answered, "Hello can I help you?" , and again I wanted to cancel, but I said "Yes you may be able too, my name is Mark and I was just wondering about your club, I'm not really sure about anything , but very curious to experience something new", I'm totally inexperienced, and not even sure I'm into whatever into your club has to offer". "OK , let's try and put you at ease, why don't you come down to the club tomorrow night, I'll arrange for someone to show you around, you can get a feel for the place, watch others at play, and you can ask any questions you like, we are not that scary, this is our address, and when you get to the club entrance tell doorman that you're looking for Brett, he's a hell of a nice guy, plenty of experience, and a lovely personality, we'll expect you around 9.00pm, just wear something Black, so you don't stand out."
I woke up the next morning, full of anticipation and actual felt good about myself doing something proactive for a change; I was definitely looking forward to what might be. But I still had my normal routine to do on Saturdays, shopping, house maintenance, cleaning the normal shit, but it helped keep my mind off going out that night, even while I was shopping I picked up a light casual black shirt and black jeans. The day went fairly quickly, I even mowed the lawns to keep occupied. I made myself some tea and prior to leaving had a few scotches to ease the nerves. Around 8.00pm I made my way to the address I was given, it was in the older more established parts of a nearby town, there was plenty of lighting and parking, ad security cameras at every vantage point. After I parked the car, I waited for a few minutes after the requested time, not wanting to be too eager, I watched as other's wandered in, greeting the doorman and making idol chat. When they moved indoors, I decided it was my turn, the thoughts of driving away was very real, but I had come this far, and I had nothing to lose. So I made my way to the doorman and he introduced himself as Gus, then I told him I was looking for Brett. "No problem he said, Brett will be waiting at the bar for you, he knows you're coming, just go down that corridor and follow the noise," Thank you, I did as requested and found the main entertainment area, and the bar, two or three men were in a group idly chatting about all and sundry, and when I ask if Brett was about they pointed to a good looking bloke at the end of the bar. He was wearing a silky black shirt ,slightly opened at the front to reveal , the slightest sprinkling of hair.
I walked over to him and introduced myself, and he did the same, he was told that a man would turn and wanted to be given the grand tour, but he didn't expect some cute guy like me, even in the dimmed light, he could see I was blushing. We sat at the bar had a few drinks and discussed backgrounds, work, and interests. From my vantage spot I could see various couples huddled up in a corner, groping each other, tongues entwined. I'm not a prude or anything and I know gays are widely accepted, but it was still culture shock to witness it on full display. It was like sitting at Cole's cafeteria, or a food court. Everybody was on full display, there were guys in full leather, others in drag, some in jock straps and others in stockings and garters, all of which wandered freely about the place, the submissive, were on collars and leads, some were crawling on hands and knees, behind their relevant Masters or Dominates.
All the time I was looking at the fashion show Brett was observing me, to see which one I was drawn too, I guess he was summing me up, watching my eyes, and occasionally checking out the lump in my pants, "OK, let's go for a walk, I know a few people in the activities room," I'm sure Brett knew exactly what he was doing, we drifted around the place with me sporting a 3D tent in my jeans. The first place we visited was a Cross that had a blindfolded submissive secured naked by his wrist and ankles and his arse on full display, the poor submissive had been flogged, on his shoulders and butt, and the glowed red from the beating. Brett and the Dominate got talking and the next thing I knew, I was given an opportunity to feel and touch the submissives arse, I balked at even the thought of touching another man's arse. My cock was still rock hard in my jeans, and I was now put on the spot,, and urged to touch the glowing flesh, with some hesitation I touch the glowing orbs, the heat radiating from them was amazing, Both my hands cupped a cheek in each hand, Then Brett whispered in my ear "To reach around front and see what effect occurred whilst being flogged", I was scared but intrigued, but I did as requested, The submissive was sporting a powerful, slightly damp stiff cock, and when I grabbed it he moaned in delight, there was pre-cum dripping like a tap.
When I withdrew my hand it was covered with pre-cum, Again Brett whispered in my ear, "You can wipe it on your his back, or your brand new shirt, or lick your fingers clean, two seconds later, my fingers were in my mouth, licking and savouring the exquisite taste, Interesting Brett replied, I wonder if yours would be the same?" I'm not sure but I think I blushed; I just put the pre-cum of another man in my mouth and licked it without thinking. I stepped back, and both the Master and Brett smiled with a raised eyebrow and in unison, said submissive, as if they just put a label on me. We walked further into the club and saw a poor helpless submissive chained to a support beam and rather angry nipple clamps hung from his orbs, but to prevent him from moaning and groaning he had a type of penis gag in his mouth, and blindfolded. His dominate other half was teasing and playing with his cock and balls, with a nod he waved us closer, and offered for me to assist him in teasing his slave, I looked at Brett as if that was allowed given I was a very raw rookie, he just gave me a the same nod. I moved forward and took hold of his stiff weapon, and tickled under his balls; I also took liberties and played with the nipple clamps making him squirm. But the next step even shocked myself, and without really giving it much thought, I dropped to my knees to apply my pressure on his cock, but felt Brett's hand on my shoulder pressing me forward, now my face was only inches away from a cock, this mind you was the first cock I'd seen up this close, yes, I've played with and pulled my cock to beautiful orgasms , BUT now I had one waving , dribbling and I could feel the heat emanated from the slippery shaft. My mind was going nuts, I'm straight, I'm heterosexual, I'm not gay, and yet I was almost compelled to lick that cock, I could smell the secretions, that I had tasted from the other submissive, and how fresh and inviting it was, I was on the edge, and that rabbit hole was calling, and with another little nudge from Brett I now had made contact.
Yes, it was accidental, or was it?. That pulsating man flesh touched my cheek and lips. Brett bent forward and whispered in my ear, "You wanted to know and now it's your choice, you can get up and walk away, and I'll show you other parts of the club, OR you can taste, lick and suck this beautiful cock that is mere millimetres from your mouth and lips, nobody will think less of you, you may be a dominate, but I'm sure you're a submissive, and you like being on your knees in front of a stiff cock, IT'S YOUR CHOICE, Lick or leave?"
I've made a lot of business decisions, and guided others to make decisions, but here I was out on a limb, on the brink of no return, my entire sexual outlook was being questioned, I kept telling myself that I wasn't gay, but the lump in my pants and the devil inside was having seconds thoughts, I was getting anymore prompting from Brett or the other Dominate, the only moans I heard was from the submissive. The overwhelming desire to lick that shaft was winning the tug or war, and then I did it. I extended my tongue, touch the swollen knob, and lick the head, it was like there was fire crackers going off as I went from licking to actually sucking, and I had no fucking idea what I was doing, was this how it was done?, was I doing it right? All I could hear was mumbled blurred noises coming from the submissive, So, I must be doing something right. I sucked the head entirely into my mouth, and the thrusting sub pushed even more in, I had probably 4" inches in my mouth and with every thrust I was gaining ground on that slippery cock, Then all of a sudden I was dragged to my feet and away from what was the most exciting time of my life, Brett said, "let's go before you and the submissive get too far ahead of the game, I want you to see and try other avenues before you make a choice as to whether you kneel or stand. I know that you wanted to continue, but it would be unfair not to show you everything, trust me you need to see all of what is on offer."
We left that section of the club, but I do remember licking my lips, thinking about the unfinished business with the submissive. Brett showed me to an area that had a leather swing bed suspending at crutch height, which was secured to hooks in the ceiling, but more importantly another hapless submissive was locked into place wrist and ankles cuffed to the support straps, basically leaving his arse exposed and his mouth and lips vulnerable at the other end of the swing, Both Brett and I witnessed two stiff cocks entering the slaves arse and mouth at the same time, I was later informed that this was called "a spit roast, and there's no better feeling for a submissive, but he generally has to earn this privilege". "Ok, can you explain that to me, How does a submissive, like this one, earn the right to be used this way, it's perfectly clear that he's enjoying the treatment, and the Dominates have the submissive right where they want him. "A slave/Bottom or submissive generally gives up the right to make choices, and to follow instructions without question. The Dominate has a set of rules and guidelines the submissive has adhere too. The Dominate can reward (pointing towards the sling) or punished (pointing towards the slave that got flogged) and of course these rewards or punishments can be done in an open forum or in the privacy of the Doms or Slaves residence". I just nodded my head and tried to take in all this new information, and I was doing all this with 3D pants, which was noticed by Brett as he explained, some of the finer points of the BDSM game.
Brett explained that "The submissive and Dominate enter into an agreement, where the sub takes orders and demands from the Dominate when they are together, and a bond of trust and devotion is built up between them, and in a lot of cases, the two enter into a partnership, as a couple, and the slaved is collared to the Dominate in a type of marriage arrangement. But that sort of thing only happens when they have been together for a long period of time, and the pair show and undying trust and love for each other".
Let's go have a drink, so you and your stiff cock can rest, I'm getting horse from all this talking" We made our way over to a private booth, so we could talk more privately, but still watch the club members at play, "Well what do you think or our little club, it's far different from the outside clubs, and far more fun isn't it". Slaves and Dominates all make choices, most have experience both ends of the crop, and after some consideration, go one side or the other. And if you're trying to figure out which side I'm on, I'm a TOP, I enjoy using slaves to gain personal enjoyment, and hopefully they enjoy what I do to them. Before you answer, I'm fairly positive you're a submissive, and the Dominates I've spoken to all the same."
"Brett this is a world that I never knew existed, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't excite me to watch and participate. Before I entered the club, I felt that I was a straight laced heterosexual and didn't have a gay bone in my body, BUT NOW I'M NOT SURE. I have wandered about the club all night with a raging stiff cock; I've had a stiff cock in my mouth and tasted pre-cum from a dripping prick. I'm so confused, but excited, I want to participate, but not about to put my body in the hands of somebody I don't know. And your right Brett I think I am a submissive, even when watching stuff on the porn channel, I was imagining myself in their shoes, being flogged and used by others.
"Mark, stand up and face me, undo your jeans and drop your jocks, then sit back down, nice and close to me." Here I was on the edge of the rabbit hole again, for about the fourth time tonight, but this time I didn't hesitate, just followed Brett's instructions, there was a little bit of fumbling, but I was soon sitting next to him, and my cock was once again at full mast, the long black table cloth covered most of the activity beneath table top. Brett slid his hand onto my bare legs and slowly crept up towards my straining cock, Then I felt his fingers slip around my pulsating shaft, drifting up and down using my pre-cum as lubricant. My excitement was building, 2 hours of having a stiff cock was about to reach a point of no return, "You have to stop, I will blow my load if you keep pulling my cock" " You will not blow, I will tell you when to shot your load, NOW SLID YOURSELF UNDER THE TABLE AND SUCK MY COCK"
Luckily there was plenty of room and space for me to comply with his demands, so I edged my way under the table and between his legs, He had already dropped his pants, but what I saw was nothing short of the biggest cock I've seen, this thing belonged on a horse, and it was staring straight at me, he had the slightest drip of pre-cum on the head of his cock, but it wasn't there long because my mouth went crazy with lust , I licked and sucked on his snake savouring the taste, and it wasn't long before the head of the monster was in my mouth, with very little prompting I started to engulf that slippery shaft. But this one was not like the other cock, Brett's dick was wider and longer, and I wanted it, all of it, so I lowered my head and mouth even further to take more cock, my gag reflex kicked in and I withdrew, but determined to offer Brett my mouth I went down again, gagged and retreated, but I continued , pushed through and ignored the gag reflex and finally achieved my goal, to take the beautiful sweet cock all the way to the balls, after that I set about mastering a steady up and down motion, and increasing the sucking strength to bring this python to the same height of sexual excitement that he's had me all night. I was madly sucking away, enjoying every second of this delicious horse cock, when I heard voices above the table. "Did that chap turn up to have a look around, he seemed nervous but keen to join, he said he'd be here at 9.00pm.?"
It took me a while to figure out who Brett was talking too then I realised it was the voice on the other end of the line when I made enquiries.
"Yes as a matter of fact he did turn up, and he was extremely interested in all fascists of play and even became grave enough to join a couple of the boys in the games room, and as a matter of fact that same chap is under the table sucking the hell out of my cock, and if he doesn't keep moving, I'm going to whip his arse" I was shocked that he told someone else what I was doing, but equally shocked by the threat of getting a beating, so I doubled my efforts sucking the monster deep into my throat. I could see rays of light entering my darkened cave, then a face witnessed and observed as I licked and sucked, but to my horror he reached for my cock, which had been stiff and pulsating all this time, played with it then released his grip, which was now covered in pre-cum. "Yep, I'd say he's excited, ad he appears to be doing a fine job, are you going to keep this one, or pass him off?" "I think I'll keep him, he shows a lot of promise for a rookie"
I was being humiliated, and talked about as if I wasn't there, I'd been man handled, observed by strangers and had my throat filed with cock, but I kept stimulating that perfect piece of flesh. "Now if you can wait a moment, I'll fill his mouth with cum and then I'll introduce you, ARE YOU READY BITCH? If you're not, too bad here it comes and you had better not spill a single drop"
I was sure if I was ready or not, I had tasted pre-cum, but a man's real essence, FUCK TOO LATE NOW, I could feel the massive weapon swell, and Brett's legs stiffen, and his moan of delight will stay with me forever, Then a powerful jolt of fluid hit the back of my mouth, and I drove my head down taking his cock further down my throat, only to be rewarded with more cum, and a third spray, I let the cock drop back into my mouth because I desperately wanted to savour the taste of this powerful man, I licked and sucked as if there was no tomorrow, I was driven by lust, I was going mad with desire, and I didn't want to release is cock. Then he pushed my head back off his horse prick, due to the overwhelming sensitivity running over his entire crutch area. "Get up here now Bitch, I have someone here for you to meet, leave that." And leave your pants down and cock out," I extracted myself from underneath the table, and stood before both Brett and another man who was dressed in garters and stockings, and his ample package was encased in silky smooth underwear. No sooner had I stood up, when the female attired man grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate kiss, our tongues swirled together, until he broke the kiss. "I just can't resist fresh cum and I don't care where I get it". Glad you could make, and it appears that you made a friend; Brett is the best, have fun and then walked away.
"Pull your pants up and take a seat, now that you have tasted our club in more ways than one, did you see anything that takes your fancy?, Your definitely a submissive, so there's no need to show you how to be a dominate, you love taking orders, you do as your told fairly quickly, and have a lovely mouth, and for a rookie you know how to use it. So I'm going to pose a question to you, I currently desire a submissive that wants to learn, and be my bitch, I told you about the rewards and punishments are you up for the job?" What we do together, will be between us, Your work will not be affected, it may even improve, But when we are together, you will do as I say, when I say, I will extend your boundaries, you may not like what we do to start with, but you will love it in the end. Don't answer me now, here's my number, call me tomorrow".
I bid farewell to Brett and headed towards front door with his address in my hand, and made my way to the car, I'm unsure just how I drove home, because I was sure I was in a daze, My life had completely turned around, In 3 short hours I was turned into a cock sucking Sissy Boi, and I loved it. I finally made it home, jumped in the shower, then hit the bed, my mind spinning and going crazy with lust filled thoughts and memories of all that had occurred during the night. Finally I drifted off to sleep, wondering just what the rest of my life would be like, if tonight was any indication.
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Slave Mark