BDSM Mansion

The Annex coffee house was a couple blocks from the The Dungeon. Dungeon Master Avery and I walked there, ordered our coffees, then sat at a table next to one of the floor to ceiling windows.  

I'm still rattled. What I witnessed was beyond anything I could imagine. Just as some might say "you can't make this shit up". I haven't spoken two words since we left the place. 

"What did you think of our scene?" Master Avery was serious. The condescending smile had vanished. All business now. 

I'm sure the right answer was somewhere in my brain but for the life of me I couldn't find the words. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open as I shook my head and couldn't find the presence of mind to look at my table mate in the face 

"What you saw was a scene between a sadist and a masochist. It was an M/s scene, I'm the sadist and Randy the masochist. It was completely consensual. He's a student in training and I'm one of his instructors ". 

I'm still shaking my head " He was beaten......so badly. I'm not sure I'll ever understand. Give me a minute or two to wrap my head around this.  This was consensual, you say?"

"Randy is a member of the club, he is also in training, training to become a submissive for a Master.  He's been being trained for three weeks, this was his third scene with me. I'm sure he's had scenes with other trainers too"

"I'll never understand what could compel someone so young to see this as a future"

"Randy is a 23 year old teenager. Sexual angst and not being turned off by pain lead him to becoming a pain slave"

This new information has me mystified. I thought BDSM was all dildos, fisting,bondage and the stuff you see on porn sites. 

"A pain slave? I'm not sure that I even want to know what that is. I'll be honest here Avery. I'm not writing a book or a story. I happen to own a massive amount of BDSM equipment. My naive idea was to get enough information to open a club of my own. I see that now as completely unrealistic , naive ""

Avery had done a good job of showing me some the facts of life about this lifestyle. So now what, I wonder?

"Tell me about your idea. About this equipment you say you own"

I recounted how by inheritance I acquired a massive estate which included a wealth of equipment used in BDSM. 

During the silence that ensued, my thoughts drifted to the dungeon I had just visited and the profound information I'd gleaned while there  How could I think of running a dungeon type club having barely been in a gay bathhouse

"What's your name Mr Gaines?  Your real name"

A fair question I guess. I've gotten used to being the wallflower. The guy no one sees or cares to see. The nameless one. Avery might be an exception. I doubt it, but what could it hurt?

"Jason Oberly" 

"All right Jason. Right now your bright idea has been shot down so you' ll be thinking of maybe getting rid of that "BDSM stuff". Well I have a proposition for you ....."

He probably wants to buy the stuff for cheap. Why not? I'll make sure it's a bargain. Or maybe I'll just lock the door again and try to forget it's there. 

"Join the club. VIP membership gives you a year of free access. Sign up for training. In six months you'll have an understanding of what this lifestyle is about. Then, I dare you to write a book about it"

Where the fuck did this come from?  Join a BDSM club? Training? For what? To use pain as a substitute for sex? WTF. This guy is a bigger idiot than I thought. 

"........join?" Needless to say I was stumped for words. One of my many failings. 

"I'll even include cappuccinos" Avery is now smiling like he's discovered some secret I wasn't goin to share or something weird like that. I couldn't really read his expression. I knew that Now I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His preposterous proposition and now a smile accenting two dimples I hadn't noticed before. Why am I so distracted right now? His blond hair caught the the light coming through the window, leaving golden highlights. Shit this guy is handsome. 

"......join?"

"Let's go Jason.  I have to take care of Randy then we'll deal with the paperwork "

Staring at this beautiful blond I'm speechless. Not being the most patient guy he took my cappuccino and finished it off. Grabbing my hand he led me back to the club. We walked the few blocks in silence, holding hands.  He never let go. 

I must admit I didn't hesitate when he led me inside and back to the private room. The boy, Randy laid where we had left him. Seeing he was resting somewhat comfortably given recent events , Avery again gently applied the cream to the young man's red marks. 

"I should take him home. He needs a day or so to recover"

To make a long story short and thrilling (hah) I signed the application and paid my dues. Avery returned to the boy and scooping him up in his arms, carried him through the club. As he passed the patrons they clapped and cheered. Tribute to them both. I guess they all did hear what was going on in the room marked private I found my way out and returned at 9am the following morning.

You're asking what compelled me to follow Avery. Always being at a loss for words I can only say it was the thought of seeing this guy every day. His looks, his manliness, he's commanding as well as being a control freak. I'm sure I'm not the only gay man to think with his dick. Yep, here I am reporting for duty. 

Again, this is when my life changed. 

I gave Avery a wave and a half hearted smile when I walked in. Seeing me, his expression was completely different from our meeting yesterday. Oh oh.  All I did was walk in. 

The blond dungeon master stood in front of me. I don't think was happy to see me. 

"Strip, slave"

"What?....I don't think I under...."

"Shut up."

The exasperated glare he gave me made me nervous enough to start twitching. God, don't let me stutter too. Please no panic attack, not here. 

"Jason, you are obviously a fish on dry land so to speak. So I'm giving you a break here, listen. What I tell you is what I tell all my trainees. 

You only enter the club naked, you'll be assigned  a locker in the other room. 

Your speaking privileges are revoked when in my presence here or anywhere until I tell you otherwise. The only words you're allowed to say are Yes Master and Thank You Master. You will not have an orgasm without my permission. You will not touch your dick  These rules apply for the next thirty days. Most trainees have a modicum of knowledge about BDSM. We'll move forward as if you don't. So to officially start your training, strip"

This was said in such a drill sergeant tone of voice I shuddered. 

"You want me to....

"Strip slave. Now!"

Of course I'm sure I did it all wrong. But I stood in front of him naked. 

"Kneel slave!"

With Avery staring me in the eye I clumsily ended up on my knees. 

Avery pointed somewhere over my head. 

"Slave, come here"

Through the noise going on around us I'm sure I heard a faint "Yes Master". In moments Randy stood beside me. 

"Kneel"

In a flash the boy was on his knees, head bowed, hands on thighs.his naked body displayed the deep red marks from chest to abdomen. He sat dutifully o his knees I think I might have done it wrong 

"Slave, this is how you kneel. Back straight, legs apart so I can see everything, and you do it as quick as this slave did"  Avery was pointing at Randy, the boy I saw tortured yesterday. I can't believe he's not in rehab or resting at home at least. 

Avery addressed Randy "slave your on light duty today. Clean up the messes, blow whoever wants it and I'm proud of you. You're a good boy,"

At these words Randy's face lit up with a smile which captured his whole face. 

"Pride in your body is important. Showing off your marks flatters me as well as yourself. There's cum all over the floor, get to it. Slave"

In amazing haste the boy is up and within a minute I see him on his knees licking something up off the floor. My god, he's licking cum off the floor!! What the fuck do I think I'm doing here?  Now with the threat of licking cum off the floor.  Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What the fuck am so doing here? 

"Follow me, slave. I'll show you what goes on here"

The room is quite full. Much of the equipment is in use. No one's screaming so I guess what goes on out here is "tame" stuff. We approach a leathered up older guy whose sticking fingers into a young man bent over a bar, his hands bound and attached by rope to a hook some feet back above the older man. The boys neck is also wrapped with rope but the  either end is attached to his package. I can see the position is uncomfortable but if the boy tries to straighten up he is pulling on his scrotum. His legs are spread and secured with cuffs to metal hooks. 

"Master Gregory is disciplining his sub, in a half hour he'll have his arm in that boys ass. Or, on second thought , I guess it might be a reward."

Rewarded by fisting this boy? My god what next. Again I asked the question: what the fuck am I doing here?  

"Master Lee has his slave in a closed room. We'll peek in to see what they're up to. "

Avery opens the door and greets the Master standing there, ignoring the boy secured on a table appearing to be hanging by his ball sack. Not hanging exactly, his butt  is on the table with his balls, encircled with rope attached to a hook up above. The Master is turning a crank which is pulling the balls up.  The grimace on the boys face tells the story. As the crank pulls the trapped ball sack further up the boy begins wailing and begging his Master "master. please master. Please". The Master stops cranking. however the ball sack has been pulled so far up the boy's butt is barely touching the table. 

"You know why you're here slave. You deserve every smack your balls get. "

The Master Gregory turns to Avery "He

Touched his dick during a scene"

"An accident Master. It was an accident. I'm sorry. It will never happen again. I promise Master. Please Master"

"You think I care how it happened?" Master

Gregory huffed "I don't give a shit how

It happened. "

"Please Master...."

"Master Avery would you mind helping me a moment? Gag this boy for me? My hands are a

bit full" 

With that request Master Gregory begins hitting the boys ball sack with a thin bamboo cane. Starting with sobbing pleas and graduating to screams for mercy, this boy is receiving a ball beating that has begun to be witnessed by the patrons in the public area. Master Gregory was tapping his boys balls repeatedly, I'm positive it was excruciating. From time to time the master would grasp the boys dick and pump slowly. Amazingly, before long, as the master continued tapping, the boys erection grew in front of everyones eyes. 

"You've a nice boner there slave, but don't get too excited, you're not cumming today or any other day this week." The boy hasn't stopped yelling. Master Avery quiets him by strapping a tennis ball sized gag in the screaming boys mouth and tying it to the rear of his collar. The young man's body is secured in such a way that his squirming only encourages Master Gregory to harder and faster raps with the rod. "I'm the only one that touches that dick, slave. I'll put you in chastity and keep you that way for a month"

Master Gregory has rolled a trolly to the table, the machine on top of it has a dildo attached to it. I think it's a fucking machine. 

What the fuck am I doing here? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

"Gregory and his boy like putting on a show. He's very proud his slave finds pleasure in this perverse way, and loves to be on display. Gregory told him not to cum, over the next hour the boy will cum at least once.  Depends on if he changes to a larger dildo. "

Following Master Avery out the door and through the crowd of spectators we head further into the dungeon. I noticed the spectators were cheering on Master Gregory and his boy. Loud cheers after each muffled  scream. 

"

"During the day about a dozen subs show up in search of an unattached Master. Most end up giving endless blow jobs and getting fucked.  They're members so they can do that all day, every day.  They're really in search of a contract with a master who will care for them, keep them feeling safe. They are submissive by nature, to them a master who takes control is a  welcome find. 

If a couple want to sign a contract, we witness the signing and keep a copy on file. 

What contract you're thinking?"

I'm still not allowed to speak so I stay mute. The question is rhetorical anyway. 

"The Master and sub agree to what activities they will do and won't do. Like water sports, impact play, among many others."

We're walking past naked boys, all lowering their gaze as the Dungeon Master walks by. Avery appears oblivious or just unconcerned. 

We soon arrive at the door marked private. Leading me in he has me kneel and says to stay put. I see two young men on the table. They are engaged in what looks like foreplay. Kissing, fondling, and caressing each other. 

"Okay boys."

The two boys were quickly in the kneeling position. I see now they're twins. Black curly hair, full-body dark tanned skin, smoothly shaven, dramatic eye brows. These boys are in deed identical, their facial expressions were the same as if they both had the same thought.

"Slaves, position two"

In sync these boys stood, turned around and leaned slightly forward. They were identical from the rear,too. With an exception of what looked like a hickie on the inner thigh of the boy on the left. 

Avery turned to look sternly at me "Pay attention slave, you're next"

Returning to the twins "Position three"

Both boys were quickly on their backs, knees held close to their chests. Their assholes were clearly visible and raised, each featured a jeweled butt plug. 

"Slaves, if you don't speed this up you'll be on the list for punishment. Now, position four "

The boys turned over so they were on their hands and knees. 

"Present"

Both boys put their faces to the floor, their butts raised. The buttholes prominently displayed. 

"Knees wider apart, you know I like seeing those rosy holes "

Avery once again shifted his gaze to me " your turn slave, on the table. Now"

Of course my movements were full of hesitation but I finally managed to be standing on the table. The boys were still presenting. 

"Too slow, slave. Kneel"

As fast as I could I assumed the kneeling position. 

"What are you looking at, slave?"

I lowered my head. 

"You're still too slow. Position two"

Shit which one was that? I turned and leaned forward. 

"Start paying closer attention, slave. Your feet further apart and what the fuck are you doing with your hands? On your thighs "

This position seems and looks simple but the longer I'm kept this way the more stressful it becomes. 

"Position three. Now!"

My back was aching so the act of turning and sitting on the floor was anything like quick. I sat there with my knees to my chest, my ass in full view. Fuck this is embarrassing. 

"Spread your legs wider. Watch what you're looking at. Stop your feet from wiggling "

A nervous habit, totally subconscious. I steadied my entire body. 

"Present"

Turning over I put my chest on the floor and tried to raise my butt. 

"Start paying attention slave"

Avery mounted the table and put a foot on my neck, pushing my face to the floor. He then poked two fingers into my butthole, curling them, he raised my butt.

I was being held in that position, I tried not to breathe too loudly. Don't temp fate.

"You two are on the punishment list. You know I don't allow you to play together unless i say you can"

"And you "

Avery had turned to me. 

"You require some discipline. A slave doesn't hesitate. It's disrespectful. Others in the dungeon saw how you disrespected me. Now I have to discipline you in front of them all. Kneel by the door "

I was up pretty fast this time. But the snickers I heard from the twins told me not so. Avery returned to the twins, as I watched from the door he grasped both jeweled plugs and after teasingly twisting them, he pulled them out. Both boys cried out and shuddered.  They returned to their positions.  Avery put a hand on the boys's butts, patting them affectionately. 

"Your punishment is the paddle. 25 for disobeying me, and 45 for snickering. As always you will exact this punishment on each other. The one with the least red ass will receive another 50 from me, in the dungeon with everyone watching.  Use number three, both sides."

Avery could have been speaking Greek for all I understood of his instructions to the twin boys. But discipline for me?  In front of everyone? Fuck me. Fuck me. What the fuck am I doing here?

Avery led me to the dungeon where a crowd had gathered around the boy being fisted. Dungeon Master had been right, the boys master had his wrist in the boys ass twisting it to the boy's jerks and groans. As the boy struggled to find a somewhat comfortable position each time he jerked his head up he in turn tugged his balls painfully. The master's arm was pistoning in and out faster and faster. The boys cries matching the tugging of his balls. A stiff erection was bobbing to his jerking motions. 

"Master. Do it now please. I need your fist in my ass. Please master.."

It looked pretty buried in his ass to me. The master roughly pulled his arm and fist out of the boy. Tears were streaming down the boys face as precum was dripping from his dick. The master just as roughly punched his fist back in the boy. Jerking his body up I saw the boy's scrotum stretch further than I would have thought possible   The master repeated this asshole punching as the boy cried out , then while still inside his slave's ass he punched several brutal times, as one would a punching bag. 

"Master. Master. Thank you master. Thank you so mu....."

He was interrupted as several more punches were landed inside this rectum 

The boy slumped forward as his arms were roughly pulled backwards. The master exited the boys rectum slowly and smoothly. He grabbed the dripping dick and began pumping using the same lube covered hand that was used in the boys butt. Stroking fast and hard the boy convulsed as his whole body stiffened. The tendrils of cum seemed to go on forever. 

"Tha....you mas...."

"You're a good boy. You did good for your master. You deserved your reward "

He then motioned to Avery who stepped to help untie then carry the panting boy to a room where he was lain to recover. 

"The master will give what is called aftercare. Because he is so small he won't walk for a day or two. Not all masters are good with aftercare. The boy's lucky to have one who's so caring."

We walked to the middle of the room where stood a metal chair. It was oddly shaped like a dentists chair. 

"Sit in the chair, slave"

Tentatively, of course, I climbed onto the raised platform and sat down in what had to be the most uncomfortable chair ever devised. The cuffs were metal and equally painful. Once tightly secured the chair back reclined, pushing my butt upwards, so my junk was pushed up.  

"This is discipline slave. You will remain in this chair for four hours. During that time you are not allowed to cum, to orgasm under any condition. "

It felt as if something cold was being pushed, not so gently into my butthole. No amount of squirming would interrupt it's progress. 

"You'll have a plug up your ass with two functions. Both designed to give you splendid orgasms. It's a variable speed vibrator and a low frequency electro stim device. Whoever holds the remote control will fine tune your pleasure."

I lay shackled to this terrible chair with  something cold up my ass. How the fuck did I end up here? 

"I'll be back in four , slave"

Avery hands the remote control to one the twins. Both wearing a wicked smile, looking right at me. 

"We'll edge you for as long as it takes to make you shoot your wad. Master Avery has a special reward for us when we do this"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Oh shit the vibrator just started, maybe this won't be sobad. I can deal with this.