BDSM Mansion

The young man sitting opposite me asked how it all got started. 

Let's see, I guess it all started on my 21st birthday.  I learned that I was the sole beneficiary of an enormous estate owned by an aunt I didn't even know I had. 

This estate was located in a small high desert town in Southern California, and it was simply enormous ( to be redundant). The huge house, mansion really, sat on 1000 acres of land. The first question I had was " how much can I get for this?"  The house had twelve bedrooms, thirteen bathrooms (13?) , sitting rooms, a fully stocked library, servants quarters, yada yada. Fucking ENORMOUS. It took days to see the extent of extravagance that went into furnishing this "monstrosity ". It appeared no expense was spared. Plus it came with a mystery. A locked basement door. 

The locksmith said the lock was said to be the top of the line at the time it was installed, long before either one of us was born from the looks of it. After two days of sweat and a plethora of profane diatribes we could finally see what was inside the locked mystery room. 

The room was pitch black of course, though with our telephone's flashlights we found the fuse box, there was one circuit breaker inside the box. Flicking this circuit breaker the basement was immediately bathed in muted red light. My heart sank. Looking around from where I stood I honestly had thought the craziest thing to happen in my young life was to inherit all this. But I stood gazing at what appeared to be a state of the art dungeon. It had to be close to ten thousand square feet crowded with what I surmised were torture devices.  I recognized the numerous slings for what they were, the different crosses, the dreaded wheel, pillories of several designs; the walls were covered with hundreds of accessories I had no clue how to even describe. 

This is the moment my life changed. 

I knew nothing of BDSM, dungeons or what could possibly happen on this assortment of scary furniture i suddenly possessed. So of course I went to the source of all modern and ancient knowledge. I googled it.

After a long fifteen minute search, I eventually found myself standing in front of a gay bathhouse named The Dungeon.  How appropriate. I paid my $20 to the attendant who handed me a key on a stretchy wrist band. "Do you want a towel?" The leathered up boy asked. I had to wonder why he would ask and not just hand me one.  I decided the boy was cute but for the array of dermal jewelry that adorned his face and the three inch collar he wore. I accepted the towel and was handed a bath sheet sized white towel with The Dungeon embroidered on it. In smaller print underneath that logo was screen printed "if you take this towel with you, the dungeon master will find you and exact appropriate punishment. "

What the fuck was I doing here?  Yes, I'm gay, I'm out, proud and all that stuff. I've been to bath houses where guys wonder around looking for the next encounter. Wearing towels around their waist and a condom rubber-banded to a bicep. Typical sex pit. Never had much fun there. 

This was totally different. Like walking through a door and finding yourself at the gates-of-Dante's-hell type different. 

Walking into the public area I was confronted with a room full of either naked or mostly naked men. There were men in leather, some in a shiny black material and several young men totally naked. They all were either in lively conversation or in rather loud carnal activity. 

I had an unofficial appointment with the 'dungeon master' to take place 'sometime today before five pm'. I was just to let it be known I wanted to see Master Avery, told to look for the tall guy with one black and one red leather arm band band sporting a black bat design with the company logo. 

Looking into this orgy of sweaty, grunting, groaning mostly hairy men , I see a tall blonde with armbands. He's handsome from my viewpoint of about twenty feet away, muscular but not in a narcissistic way. His leather outfit is less elaborate than some I see, glints of metal from his nipples.  He's talking to a naked young man who appears to be on his knees. As I walk towards him, i am the only fully clothed patron in the room, I garner sneers and jeers with "get your clothes off slave"'and " let the real men see your sweet tight ass."  I quickened my pace. As I approach this Avery Monroe person he turns to me and holds up his palm as to halt my progress. I stop cold and immediately start attracting a small crowd. 

Avery Monroe s attention is on the naked boy on his knees  in front of him. 

"You're well trained, slave. " he puts

a finger under the boys chin to raise his  face. 

"More training today, little one. Ready for your lesson?"  He asked the young kneeler. 

"Oh yes Master. Please Master. I want to do a scene with you very amu....."

The boys reply is halted as the blond man moved his outstretched palm from me to the boy. 

"Go to my private office and wait for me there "

"Yes Master"

The boy is gone in a lightning flash He plows through the crowd and I watch as he enters a door marked as private. 

Now the blond Adonis is looking at me "So you're the writer? "

Embarrassed by this strikingly handsome man' gaze and smile.  "Yes...I'm..Yes, I write for gay websites"

"But Gaines isn't your real name ". He was making a statement not asking a question. 

"Yes that's true. Gaines is my pen name"

I'm wondering how he knew that. 

"You mean one of your pen names. Don't you?"

Now I'm way nervous, more than curious how he knows this   

"I'm doing research for a new story and have about a hundred questions, .......we could meet sometime for coffee or lunch,....my treat " the closer the leather men behind me get the shakier I become. 

"When I heard you were coming I found you on Google, Facebook and a few others."

This man's smile, his blazing eye contact 

his mere presence is so unsettling I can barely form words. 

I shouldn't be so surprised this hunk is at least as resourceful as I am. After an exhausting fifteen minutes of my search for BDSM I figured I knew absolutely nothing about this way of life.  Yes, the information was very clear that this isn't just a fetish but an actual lifestyle enjoyed by millions worldwide.  

"How about a firsthand glimpse? The stuff you've been writing is pretty tame. You may get some fresh ideas. Then if you like we'll talk about BDSM and I'll try to answer your thousand questions "

"My hundred questions?" 

"Oh, after this glimpse, this 'scene', im sure you'll have a lot more "

"This room looks pretty firsthand to me. I've seen about a dozen guys on their knees giving blow jobs and a few butts turning pink from paddles and such " I didn't mention that I'd been groped rather roughly several times already. 

"Ah........this is preschool. Follow me and I'll give you a taste of the real thing"

Preschool? Looks pretty fucking advanced to me. I followed Blondie to the private room the naked boy had entered, and there he was. Kneeling, head down, hands on thighs waiting for Master Avery. 

"On the table"

The blond masters voice had taken on a commanding no nonsense tone. The sudden change seems uncharacteristic from the man I just met. The naked boy fairly launches himself into a seated position on dthe edge of this large black platform. His head is down, hands still on thighs. Master Avery begins trussing his subject up in leather straps and chains which secure one arm across his chest, the other behind his back. The straps keep the boy from moving his arms even a little. Turning the boy sideways an impressively large black butt plug is roughly shoved in his ass hole, this evinced a cry I'm certain would bring a horde of patrons from the other room. Nothing happened. In the meantime the master has attached a contraption to the boys face which keeps his mouth wide open, also it has a ring gag stretching from cheek to cheek, the discomfort made clear on the boys face. The boy is constantly whimpering and attempting to struggle but the bonds keep him totally helpless. A ball pillory is attached to his ball sack and tugged unmercifully, this elicits a muffled groan. So far this boys dick has remained untouched, though the beginnings of an erection amazingly became visible. How can this treatment possibly be getting this boy turned on?  

The boy is laid on the table in what must be an extremely uncomfortable contorted position. 

"You know I love to hear you crying , baby boy. every sound you make gets me so hard I just want to bury my cock in your soft hole and fuck you till you can't walk. Keep crying little one, I love the tears dropping from your face. You look so tortured, but I know you're enjoying every tug and jab, just as much as me. Isn't that right slave? "The smiling Avery moves his bound subject so his ass is up and his mouth is directly in front of the masters stiff cock. 

"I want you to suck and lick, precious, I know you can take it all in your throat. I want to hear you gag and feel struggle. Youre making me so horny right now. You look so beautiful "

I'm sure my jaw is dropping as I witness this ungodly display of torment. Master

Avery is in total control of this painfully trussed up drooling boy.

In one powerful plunge into the boys mouth he is balls deep and has obviously brutally lodged in the boys throat. His struggles are fruitless, the master roughly fucks this boys throat.  " I  love the way you look with my cock in your mouth   You took all your master had to give you. That feels so good, it's so tight in there. I just might cum down your sweet tender throat.would you like that slave?  Do you want to taste your masters cum?" Unbelievably the young man is trying his hardest to nod his assent. 

A steady stream of spew has collected below the two, each gagging thrust brings more. This throat fucking lasts for about a half hour, at least. The boy looks exhausted, drained. His gagging had reduced to an occasional choking sound but it appeared to be very satisfying to the master. His grin never wavered. The boy never lost eye contact as his mouth and throat took a relentless beating. 

Leaving the boy laying, Avery pays attention now to the boys two smooth globes which are aimed at the ceiling. The big blond taps on the plug, pushes it deeper into the hole bringing groans and thrashing from his subject, or should I now start calling this boy his masters victim?  Slapping the now rosy cheeks he pinches and bites the smooth skin. Bite marks appear, painful hickies that will most likely last a month. 

"This ass is mine sweet one, this hole is mine to do with as I please" The master is forcefully pushing the plug further into the boys ass. The young man's face is a mask of misery, tears streaming down his sobbing face. His mouth fighting against the painful contraption holding it captive. "Is this pain sweet enough for you baby?  Are you wanting to cum already because of what I'm doing to you?  I hope so, but you're not to cum until I tell you to. I need to hear you beg   Beg me to let you cum" 

I can hardly believe these words, how can anyone find pleasure from this torture?  But the boys erection has taken on a strained look while dripping precum onto the now goo covered table. 

The master grips the butt olug and twists while tugging it towards the holes entry. With a frighteningly quick movement Avery pulls the plug from its nesting place. The boys thrashing and muffled screams seem to bounce off the walls. I can't imagine the pain that caused. Just as quickly Avery thrusts his cock deep into the gaping hole and starts to furiously fuck the young man. The look on Avery's face clearly shows how much he's enjoying this. The boys dick continues to drip and hasn't lost its stiffness. I can't believe these two seem to be equally enjoying this sadistic display. Minutes pass as this harsh spectacle continues. Fifteen minutes later 

"I know you want to cum baby but you have to wait for your master to tell you it's ok. You must hold it back, you know.....I can help with that"

Avery, without missing a stroke reaches to the ball pillory and viscously pulls it away from the boys groin. This scream is laced with tortured sobbing as the boy struggles. 

The fucking claiming again Avery's full attention, he plunges deep into the young man's hole. The boys erection has returned and it's just as painful looking as before. 

"Ple..s mas ter. Let me cum"

"Not yet precious   I know you can hold it, won't be long now, I'm getting close to filling your hole with my cum"

Avery's thrusting increased as his face began to contort. 

"Cum for me baby. Now!!l"

As if on cue the trussed up boy released a hands free stream of cum that stretched to his chest and chin. Closing his eyes he slumped forward, panting loudly. 

Avery's orgasm was the most forceful I'd ever seen ( well, I hadn't really seen that many orgasms). His moans of ecstasy were unmistakably filled with lustful pleasure. 

A few calming minutes pass and the master removes the bonds holding his subject. The boy appears to be catatonic. Unmoving. Eyes closed, still breathing heavily. 

"Spread eagle"

His voice commanded what has to be an impossible act from the boy. Surprisingly the boy rolled onto his back with hands and feet pointing to the corners of the table. 

Avery attended to each outstretched limb attaching locking cuffs to wrist and ankles, which are in turn stretched towards the corners. The whimpering from the boy as his limbs are stretched must mean they are quite tightly drawn to the corner rings. So tight in fact his thighs are pulled upwards as are his shoulders. The boys eyes are following Avery's movements around the table as he tests the tension of the bonds. Looking satisfied he rested a hand on the boy's thigh. " Slave, today we will  continue to test your boundaries. I am going to brand you then fuck the shit out of you"

"Yes Master. Thank you Master" the boys response is but a whisper compared to earlier. 

Oh crap, what the hell. I'm going to watch this boy get "branded" whatever that is, the mental picture is preposterous. After which I'll watch them have sex AGAIN. So this is BDSM. OUCH!!!  What the fuck am I doing here?  

I watched Avery move his hand over the boy, pinching, caressing, soothing. All the time telling him what a "good boy" he is.  That after this session he expects this young man to show up every day for further personal training. To this, the boy smiles weakly and nods. As Avery's hand caresses the boys body I see an erection starting.  The boy is responding to his masters promised torture. This is the Twilight Zone... 

Avery picked something up from the assortment of accessories laying close by. It's a whip. A cat-o-nine-tails. Holy shit. 

"I'm not gagging you, slave. I want to hear every sound you make. I love so much to hear you gasping, begging, they make me so hot to fuck that asshole. Your pain makes my cock just so hard for that sweet hole."

The whip slap to the chest sent the boys body arching upward. I could see faint marks where the lashes had landed. The boys groan was one more of surprise than pain, it seemed. 

"I want those sobs slave, and I want to see those green eyes fill with tears." 

The second whap of the whip sounded sharper, harder. The boys voice became staccato as he arched against this second assault. 

"Such a good boy. Making all the noises his master loves to hear. I wonder. Should I put a red stripe on that erection you're showing off?"

"M. Master. Please. I'm yours to do what you want. I'll do anything you tell me to do Master" 

"Oh yes, that I know. I know you will, little one"

The whip slashes were replaced by a strap of leather. The future welts were painful to look at. The boy cried and yelled constantly now. The blows were coming in a steady torrent. Avery stopped and gazed at his handiwork. Then he began releasing the boys bonds. 

"Turn over slave

"Now!!!"

" You're too slow slave. You will receive punishment for that indiscretion."

Once on his stomach Avery tied his wrist's together and attached them to a hook in the middle of the table edge. His ankles were again secured to the corner cuffs. 

"Your body shows my marks, slave"

I can't believe it, but I think I just saw a weak smile cross the boys face. 

The beating continued until the boys backside was as red and bruised as the front. It ended with a prolonged spanking with an enlarged ping pong racket. The boy was whimpering uncontrollably. I see the table is wet with his tears, snot, and saliva, all combining with the previous deposit.  Avery runs his hand up and down the damaged body of this once beautiful strawberry blond boy. A twink I think, couldn't be more than twenty. 

Avery released the boys ankles but kept his wrists bound but not attached to the table. The master mounts the table and stands between the boy's thighs. 

"Present"

The boy slowly and painfully raises to his hands and knees. 

"Now slave"

In moments the boys face is planted on the floor and his ass is raised in presentation to his master. 

"I know you love this pain , slave. 

"I know your hole will make me cum in you more than just once. I love how your sweet hole looks while I slam into you. Your cries so loud, so delicious. I see a little gape. Widen that for me slave, let me see your ass lips spread for my cock" 

Avery positioned his cock at the boys hole. Rubbing his cock over the boys hole, teasing Wait a minute, I didn't see Avery put any lube in his cock. 

With a hard thrust his cock is deeply buried in the boys ass. The yell is loud and I'm sure heard all over the bathhouse. Without a pause Avery begins slamming in and out of the boys ass. The boy has raised himself slightly up. Avery roughly pushes the boy back to the table and puts a foot on his neck. 

"That'll get you punishment slave. You know better than to break my rules."

Avery hasnt stopped or even slowed his onslaught of the small asshole. 

"Master. ..Master ..please. Harder!!!! Deeper!!! Fill me up with your cock, fill my ass with your beautiful cum. I'm yours master...."

"Damn right you're mine. Every part of you belongs to me."  Avery's voice is getting stronger, more fervent, almost maniacal   "Who do you belong to slave"

"I'm your property master, all of me. To do with as you please". 

I'm not believing what I'm hearing. The boy is savoring this horribly brutal assault and wants more.  Continuing this non stop fucking , Avery wrapped a hand across the boys chest to twist his nipples. It looks as if he's trying to twist them off. 

"You don't cum until I tell you. Hold it back. I see that precum dripping onto the table again. I think you'll have quite the mess to clean up." 

Avery abruptly pulls his cock from the boys ass and after unhooking his wrists turns and shoved his cock into the boys mouth. 

"That's the good boy. Now now. I know you can take it deeper like before. Come on open up that throat for  Master. Open it or I'll shove my cock down as far as I can and keep it there til you pass out. Now do what I command.  Take the whole cock."

With muffled gagging sounds and the slapping of Avery's balls on the boys chin the scene is like nothing I could ever imagine actually happening. 

As the boy sucks and licks as best he can, Avery leans down to violently twist another nipple. The boys spasms at the assault. 

Avery abruptly pulls out of the boys mouth and returns to his ass to plunge ruthlessly back into the pink hole. 

"Master .... Please. Please. I'm so close. "

"Hold on sweet boy, you won't cum until I say you can "

The clapping sound of thigh against butt cheek increased in speed and volume. 

"You're not cumming until I tell you to sweet boy.  I know you can hold it. "

The ferocity of Avery's pounding speeds up to a fever pitch. The boy is straining in an apparent effort to obey his master. 

"Cum baby boy. Cum for me. "

I see the cum spurt from the boy's untouched penis. Ropes of white foam continue until the orgasm recedes. The boy collapsed to the table , looks zoned out. Avery keeps up the feverish pace of his cock plunging into and out of this boys wrecked hole. Grabbing ahold of the boys dick he squeezes then grabs and squeezes the whole package. Avery's orgasm is ear splittingly loud. I see him straining to thrust even more of his cock into the boy. At last he relaxes and they both lay on the table panting. The boy is laying in his cum and precum. Avery lays breathing heavily on top. 

The boy is carefully spread on the table top. His red striped skin looks to be fiery painful.  Shining almost. His body coated in his cum and sweat. 

Avery gently picked the boy up and

carried him to a twin sized bed against a back wall. Black sheets are draped over the bed which Avery carefully lowers the boy onto. The master disappears for a few moments and returns with a bottle of cream which he ever so gently applies to the boy's screaming red lash marks. 

"This helps with the healing, sweetness. I'll take care of you until you can get up on your own. You were such a good boy today. If I didn't have to punish you for your mistakes today I would give you a reward. Now rest. Your body needs to recover"

I hadn't noticed I had descended to the floor beside the wall I was leaning against. Still a bit wonderstruck by what I had witnessed. 

"We'll Mr writer man how about some coffee. I'm dying for a cappuccino right now"