BDSM Mansion

They filmed in the basement dungeon all weekend, wanting to keep shooting but the trainees had to go back to the Academy. Plus they now had two boys who could barely stand up. These two were all smiles, having been given something the other boys hadn't. Brands and badges. 

All the trainees had volunteered for this filming, the Annex used the same boys often due to their notable pain tolerance or they simply needed pain to increase the enjoyment of the sex that came with it. 

This is just too hard for me to get my head around. I have to admit the twins have raised my awareness of how some pain actually increases sexual pleasure.  

Brands and badges. All smiles showing them off while they can barely walk. Kids. 

The twins tell me the sex during and after being beaten is the best with the most intense orgasms they ever have. I'll never really understand. I like my nipples tweaked during sex. I like rough sex. I'm a preschooler compared to the twins who are grad students. 

The Annex boys made me a proposition to use the mansion and the basement for their porn videos in exchange for advertising the BDSM resort in those videos. I didn't tell them they could have used the place for free but, hey, advertising is good too. Especially if we reach our target clientele—those in the BDSM community.  So I said sure, why not, sounds good. The twins were communicating through those fucking looks. I bet they plan to weidle their way into those productions.  Cross that bridge when and if we get to it. 

Xian raised a good point. BDSM isn't just gay. BDSM is all inclusive. The resort should reflect that. Bigger customer base. 

It was time to design the mansion to at least resemble a resort. The boys and I visited a few gay resorts in the local desert communities but they were not geared for the clientele we wanted. Enter Andre, a Romanian immigrant who besides coming highly recommended was gorgeous enough to give the twins competition. 6' 135, a ballet dancer and interior designer. He was taken aback by our nudity, we told him we are mostly naked here. Including the film company. After a short intro Andre was taken to the room Reagan had prepared for him. 

"I have a report for you master, sir, daddy..."

"Cut the shit, what report?"

"Andre is 22, gay, bottom, likes it rough but not all the time, embarrassed about his skinny body, currently going through a nasty breakup, his dick is about 7" cut"

"You were with him for five minutes, how did you....?

"Groped him a couple times and then just ground the rest out of him as we walked. "

"You're despicable "

"Have you seen my video?"

Reagan was smiling, actually smiling. A first!!

"There's a disc in the library. Tell me what you think"

To say the boys and I had mixed feelings would be a gross understatement. The boys wanted to see it right away. Just the thought of a naked Reagan gave me pause. The twins giggled all the way to where we keep the laptop. I reluctantly followed. By the time I got to the library they had the disc in and playing. 

Reagan lay on a whipping table or fucking table I guess, for todays task. There was a smiling Reagan staring at the camera. One by one five muscular leathered up hunks fucked the smiling Reagan. He continuously stared at the camera, his face showing delight and a narcissistic pride. By the third hunk, his expression now was a strained look of "what the fuck am I doing here". 

These guys were purposefully taking their time while being extraordinarily rough. Reagan's butt cheeks were gleaming red from the spanking he was receiving from each of the guys working his ass. By the last guy, Reagan  was face down to the table.  The last hunk, being Xian, who finishing with a painful looking thrust that jerked Reagan's head up. Poor Reagan looked like in stead of five guys fucking him it had been twenty. Xian in a trademark move, scooped a handful if cum off Reagan's asshole and pulling his head by the hair, smeared it all over the boys face. Xian turned Reagan's face to the camera as the poor boy cracked a halfhearted grin. His face then planted itself back into the table. 

"Well? What do you think?"

We were speechless. Reagan harrumphed and took off out of the library. 

"Maybe if they had shown his ass and not his face". The twins were getting a hoot out what we just witnessed. 

"That was his face?"

"Jason ?"

"Hey Hank. You guys still busy down there?"

Hank was at least in his sixties, been in and porn most of his adult life. Jokes about his debut in gay porn was filmed on Super 8. He directs now, at least that's what they say. He likes being around naked men as much as I do

"Yeah, lots of new kids wanting to break in to the business. The younger generations don't find a stigma to it."

"You taking a breather or want to find a book to read?" We were in the library, boys were stretched out on the floor watching Drag Race on the laptop. I'm trying to make some decisions about clientele. I'm leaning towards an inclusive outreach. 

"You have any rooms I can rent? I've been sleeping in one of the trailers but I'm too fucking old"

"You know what they say. You're as young as you feel. Age is just a number"

"Fuck you jason. You're lucky ignorance is bliss"

"When I'm your age I hope I'm still as virile as you."

"Patronize me any more I'll make sure you're the next victim in the new pillory"

Hank and I have an casual relationship, he takes breaks from his rat race. I usually have totally unrelated shit to talk about. Kinda reminds me of a grandfather I used to have. 

"Can you rent me a room. Sleeping in the trailer is killing my back"

"This place has three staff suites which only get used for fucking or smoking a joint. Take your pick"

"Thanks. ....  I'm... I could use your advice about something "

I've been staring at the twins's butts. Legs flexing lazily, heads together as usual. I really like these boys, they say they're in love with me. They also need to be beaten to get their real enjoyment from sex. I try not to think about it. 

"I won't be staying there alone.  A young guy's moving in with me. Gonna try playing house for a while"

"Make yourselves at home there, those suites are bigger than any apartment I've ever had "

"Thanks. Your boys are really sweet. Great to look at too.....I'm"

Wait.....what?  Advice?  You're like 98 and you're asking advice from a twenty something?"

"I'm 73.... And yeah. I can't talk to the guys. Their perspective on some things make them useless about relationships "

"Relationship advice?  You're fucking kidding me" 

"Yeah   They just care about how long the boy can hold d his breath ". To this Hank chuckles 

".....um.   Holds their breath?"

"Sure, without gagging or passing out"

I am definitely out of my depth here. 

"So.....the guy is young I take it"

"Your age. I'm old, got plenty of issues, l don't smoke or drink, rather work than party.   ....just not sure I'm gonna do right by this boy"

"I'll bet you'll do great". What else can I say?

"Humph "

"Load up on viagra and fuck him till he can't walk"

The boys both turn and look at us. Smiling. 

Hank left. The only advice I could think of was fuck the shit out of the boy.  I'm useless. 

"Daddy, we want to do a video.......downstairs"

I'd been waiting for something like this. 

"You know how I feel about that. And you know I'll let you do whatever you want, BUT , I just can't bear the thought of someone else fucking you.......you're not my property. I don't own you, I'm not your master"

Jumping up, the boys wrapped their arms around me.

"Thanks daddy" giggling the twins ran from the room. Yep, they ran. 

How many times am I going to step on my dick today?  I should keep my mouth shut. 

I was having trouble concentrating on the task at hand. The zoom meeting was going on without my attention, the others I'm sure could tell. 

"Jason!"  It was Hank. 

"Yeah, ... I'm kinda in a meeting...."

"Now!! Jason"

Fuck, what was this about? 

Following Hank to the basement we ended up in a far corner where the twins had been tied and stretched so only their toes touched the floor, their arms were cuffed at the wrist and pulled tight to a hook in front and a little above them. Bound so they couldn't move. 

"What the fuck? What's going on?"

"They want you to do it". Hank points to a tray with several leather straps, whips, plugs, gags and a few things I couldn't imagine their use. 

"No.  No. I can't even stay here  knowing they'll be crippled in an hour or two."

"Daddy!"

The boys were both looking at me, their faces beseeching.  No damn it.  No!!!!!

"Please?"

"Damn it Hank I can't do that to them. I love these boys!!!"

Hank put a hand on my shoulder, the look of surprise on the boys faces. I'd never told them that. Afraid of what it would mean by saying it. 

"Then prove it to them"

Hank patted my back and walked away. 

Now I know my dick is stapled to the sole of my shoe. 

"Daddy?"

"No. No, baby. You're both so beautiful. I can't"

"Daddy?"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck. Ok ok you little bitches want the lash. YOU FUCKING GOT IT"

The lash was in my hand but I still couldn't. 

"Daddy?"

The first strike was across those incredible bottoms. The stripe glowed red right away. The tears were dripping down my cheeks. What am I doing?  How can I even think of doing this?

The second lash was harder. I was so fucking mad at myself for allowing it. It should be me getting whipped. 

The lashes repeated until the boys were crying out in pain and tears were flooding their faces. I dropped the lash, staring at the mayhem I had caused. The boys's heads were down, sobbing. 

"You know what to do Jason". Hanks soft voice was right near my ear. 

"Is this what you want you fucking little whores?"

I approached and roughly spread the nearest boy's cheeks. I was hard. My dick was hard How could that have even happened?

With a brutal thrust I jabbed deep in the twin's ass. Deep until I could push no further. My body was on some sort of auto pilot. I powered my dick in and out. Then all the way out with another deep and powerful thrust. My hands were gripping the waist, striped with my lash marks. MY LASH MARKS. On this once beautiful skin. Skin I loved kissing and licking and now, ...now....now

"This what you want you fucking...."

I switched to the other boy's ass and attacked it just as ruthlessly. Their asses are so warm, welcoming, so tight around my dick. How can I be doing this? Their screams were deaf to me now, their struggling non existent to me. Just fucking.  That's all I'm doing. Just fucking. Until I disappear. Until this isn't happening. I love these boys and I'm beating them then fucking them like they're sluts 

Hank appeared, he grabbed the boys dicks and after stroking them for not more than 60 seconds, with loud groans and stiffening bodies the boys both had orgasms, I dumbly watched as the cum strands shot to the floor. The ass I was in clamped down on my dick. 

No no no. I can't cum. Not after this. I cant. I cant. I'll never forgive myself. 

Nonetheless I felt the fire brewing in my groin, like lightning strikes, one after the other, I was screaming as I felt it rise to be shot into the once lovely, now scarred twin  I had an incredible orgasm. Probably the most intense ever. My body was electric. Shaking. Quivering. I was still clutching at the reddened waist. My eyes were closed. I don't know how long I stayed like that. Well, until Hank shook and pulled me to help him unbind the boys. 

We each carried a boy to the recovery room. The tears had been falling down my cheeks since I picked up that motherfucking lash. 

Hank handed me the cream and together we tried to sooth the horrible red brands on these boys's bodies. 

I don't know how long I stayed with them. All I knew was that I wasn't moving. I'm not the man for these boys. Not if I could even think of doing something this horrendous. 

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm here , baby. I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry"  

"That was the best ever, Daddy"

Only for you boys. Only for you.  Certainly not for me. I'll never forget this awful day. I'll never forgive myself.