All mine and open for me

In an alley leading to Church Street, in Toronto’s Gay Village, stands a warehouse transformed into a private club for BDSM[1] enthusiasts. Hector, a 38-year-old Dom, is the owner and hasn’t had a Sub since his fiancé died two years ago. He devotes all his time and energy to the management of the Dungeon, which attracts a wealthy clientele. A young guy shouting homophobic insults makes him lose his usual calm: “Dirty homos, you should be ashamed! Damned faggots, you’re all the same!”

When the bouncer tries to intervene, Hector tells him that he will take the situation in hand. He grabs the homophobe by the collar and leads him manu militari into a room behind the counter for a punishment that will never be forgotten. Hector is convinced that he is dealing with a gay man who does not accept himself, who is ashamed of his true sexual orientation. Otherwise, why would he pay a hefty sum to enter the Dungeon? It must be said that the 18-year-old named Michael is adorably sexy and has probably never been fucked. He is going to have a wildly penetrating initiation.

Hector, also know as Demon, orders Michael to get on his knees and to suck the big cock he puts in his face. The Dom has correctly guessed the secret desire of the young homophobe who swallows the dagger to pump it as if his life depended on it. Demon orders Michael to strip completely. Seeing the young man's stiff cock, he promises to make him cum like never before. Michael’s physique fuels Demon’s sadism. His cock fits perfectly against the bubble butt. It’s as if their bodies were made for each other, embarking together like the pieces of a puzzle. Hector grabs the base of his enormous virile appendage and pushes his mushroom against the intimacy of his partner. Inch by inch, he straddles his Sub to reach the prostate with each thrust.

The Dom groans as he feels the warmth of the divine hole envelop him and its tightness draw him further and further inside. Michael doesn’t want the Demon’s cock to leave him. It feels so good to be pounded like this for the first time. He arches his back and swings his pelvis to follow his Dom’s movements. The clicking of skins, hoarse grunts, moans and screams then fill the room. “Get on your stomach,” the Dom orders into his Sub’s ear. The latter obeys and even climbs onto his knees to better offer his ass. New penetration, new impression of feeling the Dom in his bowels.

Hector kisses the back of the neck, descending along the arched spine. Michael’s hands grip the cushion to the point where his knuckles turn white while the Dom uses his fingers to torture his nipples. The bits of pink flesh erect and twist with delight between his thumb and index finger. Michael squirms and squirms under the repeated assaults of his Dom. Suddenly, without warning, Hector bites his shoulder, leaving the clearly visible mark of his teeth. Michael screams, as pleasure and pain pour through him like a dangerous explosive cocktail. The final blow is when Hector wraps his hand around his young submissive’s dick to jerk him off, while continuing to fuck him. The sensations rising in Michael are almost too strong. He doesn’t last more than three minutes before cumming, his entire body trembling.

“That’s only an appetizer. I will lock you in this sound-proof room and come back after the Dungeon closes for more aggressive man-to-man pleasures.” The Dom gives him a tube of cream and adds: “While I’m gone, you can use this to sooth your scares.”

On his return, Hector admires Michael who is dozing naked on a mattress. He triggers a mechanism that rotates the wall. This wakes Michael up and his eyes widen as he sees an array of gadgets. A cross of Saint Andrew stands at the back of this room; there is also a spanking bench and a table with straps. Hector leads him a little further, pointing out an array of leather ties held together and suspended from the ceiling. “It’s a swing. Sit there, I’ll adjust it to your height.” Perplexed, Michael takes his place and extends his legs apart. Hector comes over and starts strapping him. Thighs, ankles and wrists are firmly tied. The position is uncomfortable but the swing provides a welcome support. To complete the whole portrait, the Dom adds a ball gag in his Sub’s mouth.

Proud of the sight before his eyes, Hector takes down a whip and slides the leather straps across his Sub’s shapely skin, making him shiver with apprehension. Then he raises his arm and brings the whip down with force into the back of the young man who cries out in surprise under the power of the blow. The Dom steps back a little to gain momentum, then strikes again, this time on his torso. The slap of leather against the flesh echoes throughout the room. Michael’s breath briefly stops, he huffs loudly, but it doesn’t stop Hector from cracking the whip against his inner thighs, making him hiss in pain. He adds blows to his buttocks and lower back, leaving Michael in a trembling, weeping mess. His skin is on fire, his eyes heat up and his entire body blushes. However, even if he is in pain, the Sub does not think of asking Demon to stop, quite the contrary.

The Dom puts the whip away, looks at the Sub and observes his nudity, making the young man blush. Michael can’t even close his legs to escape this gaze that probes him to the depths of his soul. “I’m going to fuck you again but you won’t be allowed to cum.” Hector takes a penis cage which he slides onto the cock to prevent it from getting hard. He then tips the swing so that Michael’s butt points in his direction. “You’re all mine and there’s nothing you can do to escape it, completely open for me,” he whispers, slipping a finger into the rear slit. He then coats his hands with lubricant and spreads the two lobes of flesh. He inserts his index finger, then his middle finger. Michael moans and this sound excites Hector. The Dom shoves his cock in the begging butt with a long thrust, then a series of back-and-forth movements. The Sub becomes a screaming, moaning rag under the virile assault of a fucking Dom. “Go ahead, shout my name” he encourages him, biting his neck, then his throat, to leave purplish marks that won’t go away for a day or two.

The Dom pounds his Sub non-stop, to a point where he fills his trunk with junk, with ropes of creamy jizz! Michael now knows that he is 100% gay, totally bottom and a full-blown sub.

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[1] The acronym stands for bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism.