Dark Fantasy

I arrive at the house at 9pm, as directed. I press the buzzer and a deep, strong voice over the intercom bids me enter. The doorlock clicks, I push it open and walk into a large room.

A very bright light is shining on me. Behind it I can make out several figures, standing and sitting, watching me. I notice a square frame standing nearby

“Remove your clothes” says the deep, strong voice. My cock is already hard inside my pants as I take off my jacket, shirt, boots, socks. Finally, I remove my pants and it stands up, hard and thick.

“Close your eyes and place your hands on your head.” I comply, then feel someone walk close. A thick leather slave collar is buckled firmly around my neck. A sleep mask is placed over my eyes and a scarf tied over it. Leather cuffs are buckled to each of my wrists and to each of my ankles. I can feel that the hands of the man who is doing this are strong and muscular, and that he is a tall, strongly built man.

“Open your mouth.” I do so, and a thick dildo gag is pushed deep into my mouth. It has a thick leather strap that is buckled behind my head.

My cock stands out hard and my balls hang low and heavy. A leather cockring is clipped around the base of my cock. The strong hands squeeze and tug down on my balls and a leather sheath is clipped tightly around my scrotum. My balls are squeezed out the bottom of the sheath, my srotum stretched tight around them.

“Turn around and bend over with your legs spread.” I do and feel a thick, cold metal buttplug being slowly but firmly pushed into my tight arsehole. It gets thicker the deeper it enters, and it feels like it enters a long way until finally, my sphincter clamps tight around the narrowness of the plug and I feel the base hard up against my arsehole.

“Stand.” As I do, I feel the weight of the buttplug dragging down against my arse from within. I can feel the cool metal deep inside me. My breath is shallow and quick, sweat trickles down my back. The strong hands take hold of my left wrist and stretch it out and above me. I hear chains clink, the snap of a padlock; he does the same to my other arm and to my legs and I am spreadeagled within the frame. A chain is threaded through the rings of my collar and I feel it pulled up tight and attached to the frame. Another chain is locked onto the sheath around my scrotum and pulled down. My cock stands out, feeling harder and larger than it ever has.

I am left there, stretched out. I hear the sounds of the party around me, voices, the clinking of ice in glasses, the smell of tobacco and marijuana. Occasionally, my arm or leg is stroked, my butt spanked, but my cock, desperate for a touch, is left well alone. It feels like an eternity, strung out on the edge of desperate sexual heat, ready to beg for any kind of sexual relief.

I feel a shift in the mood of the party and the deep strong voice comes near. He spoke to the group, thanking them for being there, telling them of the evening’s entertainment, all the while stroking my body with the tip of a leather crop. Along my arms, down my flanks, across my buttocks and, so tantalisingly, along the underside of my aching cock. It leapt at the touch.

“And now, our entertainment is about to begin. You’ve all been admiring our special guest, now we shall enjoy him to the full” and THWACK, the crop struck my swollen, sensitised balls hard. I roared behind my gag as the intensity shot through my body like an electric shock. I felt my cock swell evermore, knew it to be larger and harder than it ever had before. My entire being felt desperately horny, I’d sunk into a space where any and all sensations were to be craved, and I knew that I would be tested and tormented, over and over again, beyond anything I’d imagined. I felt my cock throb and drip and knew I would be hanging on the edge of ecstacy until dawn, at least.