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Last night was wild. Jace asked me to meet him at a buddy’s house. His buddy was away for a couple of weeks and Jace was asked to house sit, coming by to water plants and make sure everything was alright at the house. The  owner of the house has a full on dungeon in the basement, and Jace wanted to try it out as the house owner had given him permission to do so.

I was asked to come round at 7pm, so I had the day to run errands, etc. I was excited to see the dungeon, not knowing what what would happen when we’d meet! I douched thoroughly, going very deep as it had been many weeks since my last fisting.  For the occasion, I wore a black leather jockstrap. I wondered if Jace would unlock me tonight, as it’s been about a month since we trimmed and shaved me.

I drove over to the address provided, and it was a nice home in the county. We’d be away from anyone else, that’s for sure. I rang the door bell, and Jace opened it. He was wearing a black leather butcher’s apron, and nothing else. With his stature, he looked menacing, and I began to nervously sweat. Sensing this, Jace closed the door behind me and pulled me in for a warm embrace. He’s so strong with his powerfully built, tall frame. I felt crushed. Then he pulled back and kissed me hard. Then he said, “come on, let’s go have some fun”, and he took my hand and led me to the door of the basement, opened it and said, “after you”, 

It was a world of bdsm wonder down there! There was a St. Andrew’s Cross, a sling, a fuck horse with shackles for wrists and ankles. Hanging on the wall were various paddles, straps, whips, canes. There were dildos on a table of various sizes and shapes. Another small table I saw various types of nipple clamps. There were hooks attacked to the ceiling and other locations. I saw shackles, collars, a spreader bar. It was an overwhelming collection of toys.

While my eyes scanned the room, Jace said, “strip boy”. I pulled off my clothes, leaving on o my the leather jockstrap and my tennis shoes as the floor was far from clean. Jace circled around me and said, “nice boy. I’ve been wanting to get you down here for a long time, and tonight’s the night. On your knees”. I got down to my knees, and bowed my head and hands behind my back. Jace said, “good boy”. He placed a thick collar around my neck, it was huge so I could no longer bend my head down. He said, “tonight, you’re my boy. You belong to me”, and he paused and stared down at me intently. He continued with his arms crossed, “tonight, when I’m speaking to you, you will address me as Sir. Is that clear, boy”? I said “yes Sir”, with the thick collar on, it wasn’t easy to speak. He replied, “good boy”, and he pulled me up by my arm and kissed me again. His beard whiskers scratching my face.

He marched me over to the Cross, faced me toward the wall, and shackled my wrists to the wall. Then my ankles were shackled as well, and he applied alligator tip nip clamps. I was spread eagle. Sir Jace rubbed my back and my ass, and said, “mmmm this is gonna hurt.  but I know you want it, boy, don’t you?”. I was a little shaky and didn’t respond, and he slapped my ass hard, “boy, don’t you?”, he yelled. And I said, almost shouting, “yes Sir, please Sir!”, and he laughed, “that’s what I thought boy”.

I was facing the wall, eyes closed, clamps biting into my nips, not knowing what Sir Jace would do next. I felt him rubbing a leather strap against my skin, and he placed it under my nose. “Smell that leather, boy”. Then he pulled it away and I heard the sound  of the leather move through the air before snapping onto my back, “crack”. I let out a small yelp. The clamps jumped, pulling on my nipples. Sir Jace began belting me with the strap, from my ankles, all the way up to my upper back, at least 30 times, with differing amounts of force. My hot skin began to burn. I hadn’t felt that in ages, and the adrenaline was rushing through me. The clamps no longer hurt, they felt great as an added stimulation. 

When Sir Jace completed the set. He pulled my head back and kissed me hard, his tongue invading inside me. He said, “such a good boy. You want more?”, I said, “yes Sir, please”. He came over and attached a bit to my head, then he shoved some poppers under my nose. I bit down hard when the wooden paddle connected with my ass! Sir Jace used the paddle on the back of my thighs and my ass, concentrating on that area. The stinging hurt incredibly good. I was sweating, and I was moving a lot, jumping, testing the strength of those shackles, and the chain of the clamps was also tugging and pulling on my nipples.

I endured, and Sir Jace rubbed my head, rubbed my back and ass and asked, “shall we try the cane, boy?”. I said “yes Sir”, very quickly. I can be a pain pig when the mood was right, and the mood was definitely right. More poppers and my head was swimming as Sir Jace took the cane to my back, my ass, and the back of my legs. I was Sir’s canvas, and being painted with welts that would cover me for days. Yet, I was leaning ito it. Each strike of the cane shot through me, and felt alive.

When Sir Jace thought I’d had enough. He released my wrists and ankles. However, the bit and clamps were still in place. I was drooling terribly. Sir Jace found a towel and wiped me up and said, “such a good boy, that was so hot”. He brought me to the mirror and saw the back of my body was pink, red, and purple, some bruising”. Then he said, “you want more, boy?”. I nodded, “Yes”. He said, “ tell me what you want, boy”. He removed the bit and allowed me to speak. I said, “the whip, Sir. I want to get whipped”. A maniacal laugh then “of course you do, boy”. He placed the bit back into my mouth. Sir Jace grabbed my wrist and brought me to the center of the room and shackled my arms to the hook in the ceiling. Arms fully extended, I hung like a piece of meat. Sir Jace tied my ankles to hook on the floor. I was still suspended and could feel my arms stretching.

No poppers this time. I watched Sir Jace reach for one of the whips hooked to the wall, and he walked over and snapped it down on the floor. A loud crack echoing in the room. He looked up and said, “you sure you want this, boy”? I nodded “yes”, closed my eyes, and the first crack of that whip against my back was sharp and painful as fuck. The chain of the clamps pulled them wildly as it moved from the force of the whip.  By the 4th crack of the whip, I began to whimper  and not long after, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. I don’t know how to explain it. The release of the tears and the pain brought me to a place of euphoria, I hadn’t felt that in many, many years.

I’d lost the count of how many cracks of the whip I had taken, when suddenly, they stopped. When Sir Jace released my wrists and the clamps, I collapsed onto him. My nips were really sore and painful as the blood began to rush back into them. He hugged me, removed the bit altogether, kissed me, and wiped away my tears as I sobbed. He asked, “you ok, boy?” I nodded, “ yes Sir. I needed that, Sir”, still sobbing. I wanted to see the damage. Sir Jace took me back the mirror, and there were deeper welts, and yes, some bloody cracked skin on my ass and back. The owner of the house had kept lotion in his dungeon, probably did for this very reason, and Sir Jace began to apply it, at an attempt  to soothe. However, the after burn of a beating leaves me feeling horny as fuck.

I leaned over and began to aggressively kiss Sir Jace. I was turned on and wanted to thank him. He was hot and sweaty, and his smell filled my head and made me even hotter. I kissed down his neck, and lifted up his arm, and began to kiss and lick his hairy pit. One and then the other. I was on fire! I groped his hard cock over the apron. It was fully erect and thick. I untied the apron from the back, and freed his cock. I got down on my knees, and opened best I could with that thick collar somewhat restricting my movement. I wanted Sir Jace to take my throat, and he held my head and pushed me down onto him. At this point, we were both so hot, his cock so hard, and I planted my hands on the back of his aaa and pushed him deeper. He was thrusting hard, and it wasn’t long before I got his nut down my throat. Fuck, it was good! Sir Jace pulled out of my mouth, and laughed, “fuck boy, you couldn’t wait for that nut, could you?” I said, “no Sirl”

He tied the apron back, and pointed to the fuck horse. Ha said, “get on” he tied my wrists and ankles to the sides and I was now flat on my stomach, my legs spread apart by the spreader bar. Sir Jace fed me more poppers got  behind me, and began to give me a comprehensive rimming. Sir Jace had proven long ago he was an expert. Laying there helplessly, I had no other option but accept the pleasure he was giving me. I was moaning quite a lot as Sir Jace slobbered into my hole it would  be many minutes before I’d feel a finger insert inside me. With the second finger, my caged cock began to precum. It was a very long session of rimming and fingering, and Sir Jace finally got up, untied the apron as it fell the ground, lined up his hard cock and shoved it inside me. Oh fuck that felt amazing! Sir Jace fucking me in earnest, slapping my sore ass hard as he deep dicked me.

Sir Jace didn’t cum. He pulled out, and released me from the horse. Once steady on my feet, we went over to the sling. Jace pulled off my jockstrap, and pointed his head at the sling, which I took as a signal to hop on. Next to the sling was a tub of j-lube and some towels. Sir Jace placed the bottle of poppers on my chest. I took some deep hits, he lubed up his cock and shoved it back inside, the chains of the sling were loud from Jace’s force of fucking. I open my legs wide to take Sir Jace in deep. I reached up to grab his chest hair and tweak his nips and that sent him over to the point of no return. With his eyes closed, his head arched back, he let out a very loud “ohh fuck boy, oh fuck, I’m seeding that hole boy”, and his cum splattered my insides.  Sir Jace fell on top of me, and I hugged him and rubbed his back as he and I kissed.

He broke the embrace and showed me his fist. He asked, “you want this, boy”? Fuck yes I did! I said, “yes Sir, please Sir!”! I made it as clear as possible. Sir Jace secured my ankles into the sling, and he took a seat on the stool next to the sling. As I watched him open the bucket of j-lube and began to rub it all over his right hand, up to his elbow. There was a mirror on the ceiling, I could watch everything that was happening which made it more interesting.  Sir Jace took his time opening me up with just a few fingers. My hole had dilated enough from the fucking, that I took them easily. It was when Sir Jace inserted that 4th finger when I need to breath deep, exhale deep, and I took a hit of poppers to take his coned hand.

At this point, using poppers to get fully fisted is a technique I’d used successfully in the past. Using them at the right time, in the right moment, becomes important. With his hand still in the cone-shape, Sir Jace began to move it side to to side, up and back, just letting me get used to that feeling, giving my hole time to adjust and open for the next phase.

Sir Jace sensed I was ready, and said, “on 3”. I opened my mouth and began to inhale the poppers and when Sir Jace said “3”, I pushed out, exhaled, and his hand broke through. I felt so full. My cock was leaking like crazy. My head was swimming, he was now in my hole, 3/4 of his forearm buried inside. And again, Sir Jace left it there. With his left hand, he applied more lube to his arm, right up to the elbow. Getting it coated nice and slick. I could see at all in the mirror above me, Sir Jace’s arm buried inside me.

Sir Jace set me relaxed enough and he began to move his arm back and forth, in slow strokes short strokes at first, but gradually they became longer and a little faster. It felt like a baseball bat inside me. More poppers really made this feel fucking amazing. Then Sir Jace formed his hand into a fist, and it was that feeing of punching inside me that made me uncontrollably moan.

Sir Jace pulled his arm completely out of me, and he rubbed copious amounts of j-lube to both hands, up his forearms. Fully dilated and open, I put my head back and closed my eyes, as Sir Jace began to insert one fist, half jaw up the elbow, after the other. The feeling of getting punched inside making me crazy. As Sir Jace went faster, my body tensed up and I screamed a wild release as my cock dribbled cum out of the pisshole of the metal cock cage. I scooped it up in my fingers and ate it as Sir Jace continued to assault my hole.

He didn’t stop after I came. And he was now hitting a spot that made me feel like I had to piss I told him, “I’m gonna piss”, and he kept at it, watching my cock as trickles of piss began to spill out onto me. When there was no more piss, Sir Jace got up and he shoved his dick in my ass next to his fist, and he beat off inside me. His hand jerking himself inside me, it was a tight fit and it didn’t take him long to shoot. When he withdrew his hand, there was cum on it, and I licked it off his fingers.

Finally, Sir Jace pulled his hand out of my ass, and lube and cum sprayed out of it. Sir Jace got some towels to clean himself up, then he wiped off the piss from my chest and stomach. And released me from the sling, and removed the collar.  I finished toweling off, as my thighs were also wet with piss and lube. Sir Jace pulled me in for another big and deep kiss and asked if I had a good time. I said “yes, very much. He said, let’s go upstairs and shower.

We showers together, we took turns soaping each other up and kissed under the water. After drying off, Sir Jace asked if I wanted to shave my cock. He walked over to his shaving kit and unzipped a side compartment and pulled out the little key. Id been locked up for almost 12 weeks now, and was unlocked only twice prior for cleaning. After unlocking, my cock grew hard in Jace’s hands. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to cum. I said yes. He said, “ok, but then you’re getting locked up again”. I agreed.

I reached down to grab his cock while he held mine and we kissed. Then I went to suck his cock. I wanted it inside me so I’d cum. He got up as I sat on the toilet and let me blow him. He took his hand off my dick  I wanted to touch myself. He swatted my hands away and said, “no boy”, in a harsh tone. I hadn’t felt my own dick hard in so long and I’d be denied again tonight. When his cock was fully hard and slick, he bent me over the sink and shoved his dick inside me, while jerking me off. I held onto the edge, and watched myself get fucked in the mirror. Having Sir Jace’s fist wrapped around my hardened cock was making me crazy, and cum was flying out of me in all directions. I hadn’t experienced ejaculation while erect in almost 4 months. I was out of breath, cum spayed into the mirror, into the sink, and onto the floor. I licked up the cum from the mirror and sink while Sir Jace finished fucking me. That would be his 4th cumming of the night!

So we cleaned up and hopped back in the shower. Toweled off, Sir Jace brought me a razor and shaving cream. I removed  all traces of growth from my junk. Then he locked me back up, tapping on the cage when he locked it and said, “now that’s a good boy”.

Sir Jace invited me to stay over. It was now around midnight, and I was very exhausted from being whipped, fucked, fisted, and jerked off, so I agreed. We fell asleep naked, my head resting on Sir Jace’s hairy chest.

This morning, I was stirred awake by Sir Jace’s beard on my shoulder and his morning wood in my crack. He spit onto his hand to  lube  his cock, and he fucked me on my side, while still half asleep. Sir Jace’s breathing got heavier as he cummed my hole. We fell back to sleep.

After a couple of hours i woke up and Sir Jace was gone. I smelled coffee. I went to take a leak. And without a toothbrush, rubbed some toothpaste on my finger and then some mouthwash. We had some coffee and breakfast, and then I drove home, and now I’m in bed writing this story down for you. I know it was long, but hope you enjoyed hearing about my wild night!