BDSM Mansion

I was told this would happen. I should have been prepared. The uniformed police are scanning the room and , OF COURSE, their gaze lands on me. The three uniforms behind him start towards me.  Oh fucking shit!!! 

Avery and Xian step in behind the police

"LEL'S GET THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

A loud cheer rose up from the crowd, and

in seconds they  all descended on the four. The uniforms are discarded on the floor; I see they are costumes attached by a long strip of Velcro down the back. 

Once the clothes and sun glasses come off I recognize a couple from Avery's film crew. The sounds from the dungeon floor became louder as these posers were strapped into slings and tied to crosses. The actors appeared to be having as much fun as the others. 

Avery is a genius. All this was on film. 

Looking for the twins, I see them suspended by their wrists hovering over  big black plugs. Their feet are just barely reaching the boxes as the toes seem to grab for purchase. The sadist orchestrating this performance is inching the boxes further away. Soon these beautiful boys will be impaled on those black monsters. The sadist happens to be Xian, so I calm down. The boys, at that moment lift their heads to make eye contact with me. Their beaming smiles just have to make me smile. 

The twins are really something, they flirted and teased the groping guests with professional ease and grace. Upsetting no one. Then, with Xian, agree to put on a show for everyone. I'm blessed, because tonight both these Adonises will be in bed with me. And Richie. And Andre. And most likely Lucien. Damn!! Did I forget anyone?   

"Hey sir, uh master, I mean your lordship...you're running out of space in the aftercare rooms." A completely naked Reagan walks by displaying the nastiest looking love bites he'd had yet. Where does he get those? Who puts them there?  

I poke my head into one of the rooms supervised by the teenagers and they are all hosting beaten and spanked subs. Richie is tending to one whose back is a criss  cross mess of lash marks. He appears to be bleeding from the anus. 

"Whoa!! Blood? Not here!!! Not ever!!!"

"It's not his, Daddy, ". Raising his arm I see a bandaid. "I got in the way of a master with spikes on his armbands"

"Shit!! You all right? Is there something I can I do to help here? Geez. Look at these boys. Maybe 911?"

"Daddy, ask any one  of them if they regret getting these marks, I'll bet everyone of them will say "hell no" and they'd do it again for their masters"

Had to shake my head. So, what amount of pain am I willing to bear  for those I love? 

"Let's see if Avery will let us use their bunking quarters to accommodate these boys "

"Thanks, Daddy."

Eventually wandering near the twins, I see them both riding those big black plugs. Balanced by gripping the chain holding their wrists they are maneuvering themselves up and down the first bulb ( there are three) , eyeing me I get a smile and  a wink. A wink???  Something new. 

On second thought they may not be in my bed tonight. Well, to sleep they will. 

"Jason, let's go check out your black room." 

Alex changed his mind, never enough sex for sex addicts, and he, Lyric and Huntr were confirmed addicts. New sex adventures made their dicks hard and their mouths water. 

We wandered through the dungeon to the back wall where the black room had been built. Avery said he had added a few special touches, I'm cautiously curious. We approached the entrance to see the door was guarded by an Annex leather man. 

"Hey Jason , Alex. Gonna take a walk on the dark side?"

"Yeah. Anybody in there?"

"Yeah, a few. Had a few walk away when I said they had to naked and possession free. "

"We'll let you know how it's going in there"

"I see you came properly attired"

We were naked as always. But that was the rule.  

There were a few corners to turn and black plastic curtains to feel our way through but we evidently made it. We could see absolutely nothing. Total blackness. 

The heavy breathing and butt-thigh clapping were close by. We just fumbled forward until we met the soft edge of the super-king-sized bed. 

I reached out and found Alex, he squeezed my arm and with a "fuck you later, gator" was gone. I climbed onto the bed to find warm naked bodies, the sounds were familiar. Sucking, groaning, fucking.  This is exactly what I wanted. Perfect. Someone climbed on the bed behind me and nudged me forward. His hand ran up and down my butt and thighs, this was a new erotic experience for me, anonymity. Feeling and not seeing. Oddly I didn't hear any talking, only chuckling and groaning comprised the symphony here, and it was lovely. I tumbled forward and felt my head graze a hairy chest with studded nipples. My hands roamed over the chest and tweaked the piercings to that someone's delight. A hand found my butt and was petting and squeezing, soon to brush across my hole. A shiver ran through my body. I was imagining a ghost, an unseen entity was provocatively exploring my bottom. Two hands cupped my butt cheeks, warm and caressing, then firm and a little rough. I knew my dick was hard, I could feel it rub between the chest I was manhandling and sucking and my groin. It felt good. I mean unusually good. Supernaturally good. Unseen but mysteriously turning me to butter. I felt condoms under me, along with plump packets of lube. Thanks Avery, good call. 

The body beneath me turned sideways towards me, hands found my leaky dick and squeezed it, then found my balls and gave  them a firm squeeze . I no got  the feeling I was surrounded by alphas. No soft prodding, it was more determined, purposeful. A tongue was at my asshole, licking while the hands pulled my cheeks apart. My mouth was pressed against a metal stud in the nipple I was timidly chewing on. I felt encouraged to bite, first softly, a groan made me grind my teeth a little harder against the thick button of flesh. Hands had found my nipples and were twisting them so hard I squealed embarrassingly, then pushed my chest into the those very fingers. The tongue was persistent, licking turned to sucking, the sound and sensation felt nasty. The good nasty. The secret delight hidden from the young. I was feeling like letting go, being taken away by the ghosts ravaging my body. The tongue was now inside, circling the inner flesh, sending baby lightening strikes through my groin and up my spine. Everything' that could tingle was ringing loud. My mind was fogging, the hand on my head was forcing me lower on his body. His hairy chest smelled like cedar or musk. The closer I got to his pubis  the stronger and sharper the smell became. I needed to taste it, to add It to this bizarrely carnal.  wonderful feeling. The cock found me. My face and open mouth was being positioned to greet the hard cock laying amid the prickly stubble. Smelling so good. Adding to my hungry  lust for more, harder, rougher. My mouth took in the head, my tongue flitting in and out of the slit there; the tasty precum adding even more impatience to my growing need.  The cock was slowly being pushed to the back of my mouth, and poking gingerly past to enter my throat. My gag produced only a moan from me. I took the cock into my throat, my gagging and body jerking again adding fuel to my building passion to take it deeper; I needed a cock in my butt I needed to feel that cock battering inside me, making me struggle to help it release the screaming pleasure that waited there. I was pushing into the mouth at my rear entrance until that ghost took pity and savagely impaled my ass with a stiff cock. My groan and struggle encouraged a power fuck as well as a power throat fuck. How did this all happen so fast?  Was it the anonymity of who I was with? The fantasy of faceless ghosts pounding me until I felt helpless to resist. Ghosts. Faceless. Anonymous. This was the ultimate decadence. I had become the slut I always wanted to fuck silly. I'm obeying.   The sensation built so quick I couldn't control it. Whoever was manipulating my dick had switched from hand to mouth. I was trying to say something , something, something, but could only think it: oh my gawd oh my gawd oh fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK. 

As I came I arched painfully until I collapsed with happy aftershocks shooting through my body. The others were not even slowing. The cock in my ass powered until a final thrust that loudly announced the shot that went deep in my hole. Still moving in and out until it was removed to be immediately replaced by another. One much bigger than before, and way more aggressive, more intent on its ultimate purpose. My hole was being teased by the head of this cock. Each time it began to withdraw it stopped millimeters from pulling fully out, to return as aggressively as before., hard and deep. The final thrust  hit my prostate squarely and I jerked forward, as I did so another load of cum emptied  into my mouth and throat. 

We lay there panting, caressing each other. A wonderful pile of sweaty, cummy, exhausted flesh. Heaven? Hell? I didn't want to move but those around me soon vanished into the blackness. 

I laid for a while. Listening as the ghosts made their rounds of the naked bodies which filled the bed. The noises never stopped. 

When I woke it was to hands roaming my body. Warm hands. 

I don't know how long I stayed there. Can't remember how many ghosts I entertained or how many entertained me. I didn't want to leave. 

This sex was different. No faces to make eye contact with, no familiarity, anonymous and carnally nasty. Freeing. No stress as to who comes first or how. Just the nakedness, the unfettered sex. Me: definitely not master material. 

Oh, I left.  But this was to become my new favorite place. Stress free sex. I wouldn't have thought it possible. I was hooked. Obsessed. Scared shitless. 

"Daddy, you should have watched us longer. We didn't sit all the way down in those plugs. All we could think about was how sloppy our asses would be after. 

Will you make love with us tonight, Daddy?"

We have seldom used the phrase "make love". It felt clumsy. Having sex was a much more accurate description. But I knew what they meant. It was going to be different tonight. With a sigh I realized I would much prefer these boys to the ghosts occupying the black room. 

The scene with the boys,  even I had to admit was about as low key as a BDSM scene could be. The boys were suspended, by wrists and ankles and spread eagled. Horizontal. My task was to give each boy 50 spanks to the butt and 30 to the inner thigh. At face value, just talking the scene through it seemed almost lame as a BDSM scene. How wrong I was on that assumption. 

With a riding crop I teased both boys. Tapping balls and buttholes, but just tapping. No beating. Then I graduated to a paddle with a smooth leather side and a rough sandpaper like side. They were to count out the spanks. After 30 to the butt cheeks their tears started flowing and the sobbing that came with them tore at my gut. I moved to the thighs. Knowing these areas were the most sensitive. After fifteen to each thigh the sobbing turned to hitching gasps. I didn't want to continue; I was done. Done.  Done. Done. 

Avery stepped up to me and offered to take the paddle. His look was the look Alex gave me when he asked if I loved these boys. I declined his offer and finished the paddling as fast as I could. The boys were bawling. They still counted them all out. 

I knew there was no way I'd get a hardon watching this. Watching my boys in what would appear to be crippling pain. I strapped on a strap-on, slightly longer but significantly thicker than my own dick, I wanted them to orgasm as quickly as possible. 

God I wanted this over with. I knew I couldn't leave after all was done. I had to stay and help them through the results of the beatings. Avery said the thigh beating would keep them laying down for a day or two. 

They had their orgasms, Richie was stationed under the boys, nursing their dicks to their welcomed climaxes. 

Richie and I helped them to the aftercare room and we both applied cooling ointment to the reddened cheeks and thighs. As the boys rested, Richie wrapped his arms around me saying "it's ok, Daddy.  I won't tell anyone"

How did he know?

I excused myself and went to the bedroom where I fell into uncontrollable sobbing and wailing. Yes, that's right, I fucking wailed. 

I had just done what I promised myself I would never do. I called Alex. He fed me the platitudes that should comfort.  But I didn't think I'd ever be comfortable with what I did. 

After that scene, their requests came less frequently. Avery continued to block out scenes he considered lame but I saw as fiendishly demonic. 

As the boys and I laid in bed, their cheeks on my chest, my arms around them. 

"You know,Daddy, in our scenes you give us pain because we ask for it; but you have never hurt us. Pain goes away. Hurt lingers and leaves an emotional scar, I think. You never hurt us, Daddy, not once have you ever hurt us."

Like I always say: these boys are so fucking much smarter than I am.