My Sydney slave boy

I knew a woman who was into the BDSM scene in my town and she was going to a fetish party in Sydney so I got invited as well. I had never been to anything like this so was feeling a bit nervous. It was a mixed party, men and women, straight, bi, gay and whatever, and a lot of them were into fetish rather than sex it seemed.

I was amazed by the variety of interests. And blown away by how open-minded people were – there were no judgemental attitudes at all.

When things got started it was mostly a few people being caned or whipped against an A-frame, which doesn’t do much for me – watching it that is. I can totally enjoy being flogged myself, or being the flogger, but spectating isn’t as much fun.

As I sat there I noticed a spunky looking twenty-something guy watching the action and so I spoke to him. Don’t recall quite what I said but he told me he was a slave but had never been with a man, only with women.

Well, fuck, if that wasn’t an invitation, what was it?! I had no experience of master/slave or domination/submission scenarios but I did have imagination!

I grabbed some rope and a cane and steered him out the back to one of the play rooms. Shoved this beautiful boy up against the wall and told him he was mine tonight. His dick was hard and it was a bloody enormous piece of meat. I pummelled him lightly in the ribs with my fists, and then slid my tongue into his mouth and kissed him long and hard.

Shoved the slave down to his knees and fed him my cock. He may never have been with a bloke before but he was sucking cock pretty damn well, I can assure you.

I told him to get up on the bench and I roped him around the wrists and then proceeded to rim his pretty arse. Loved how clean he was, but soon I had to get down to business and slid a condom over my cock and entered his beautiful fuck-hole. He took it without a whimper; this slave boy was something special! I felt for his cock and it was rock-hard. He clearly loved being dominated.

I fucked him for a while and unloaded, then untied him. Kissed him some more and then said we maybe needed a break. As soon as he stepped out of his role as a slave, the massive erection he’d had just faded away. I asked him how he kept hard for so long and he told me he had trained himself not to cum when he was aroused, so that the pleasure lasted. Man, I was fucking impressed with this boy!

I had wondered how he managed to be so aroused if he wasn’t gay, but he said that when he was in his slave role, gender was irrelevant.

We walked out to the main area of the party and the place was deserted! Just the dungeon-master there, and the slave boy and me. I was totally astounded. Apparently we had been out the back for over two hours, and the party had finished and everyone else had left. Jeez, I had no idea we had been at it for so long.

My sexy boy wrote his name, “Slave Richard”, and his phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. I wished like hell I could have done something with it but I was heading back home the next morning.

I did ring him from home the next day and asked him if he was OK with what had happened, and he was fine.

I do hope he found a long-term master or mistress to dominate him and make him happy. He was someone really special and I feel privileged to have made him mine for that one night.