Whipping Boy

The experience at the BDSM Club was one I will never forget. I was fortunate to have found a Dom that had experience with breaking in a newbie and I was made to feel welcomed by the members. All of my fears about not knowing anyone were quickly alleviated. 

I went back again for men’s night two weeks later. I needed some time to heal from the first experience. My body had taken a pretty good beating. But yet, in the darkest recesses of my brain, I needed to do it again. Hell, I was jerking off almost every night, eyes closed, feeling the impact of the various implants on my skin, lashing my muscles. I never came so hard in my life!

So there I was again, not really expecting much, but hoping for everything. I sat at the counter and ordered a soda to ease into the night. I was truly just minding my business and looking around. Suddenly, a gent of about 60 sits beside me. He’s got a thick head of white hair, a fairly unkempt thick beard, brown eyes, under his dark shirt he appeared big, a bear of a good 250 pounds, but his smile was endearing.

”So, you came back again, boy? I’m Michael, but subs call me Master Mike.”

”Nice to meet you Master Mike. Yes, I am back to check things out. I enjoyed myself last time and everyone was so friendly.”

”Yes, I watched a little of your flogging. You did good for a first time you know.”

I blushed, and then said, “I’m so sorry, Master Mike, I hadn’t introduced myself, I’m Rich, but you can call me whatever you like, Master Mike.”

”Let’s stick with Rich for now, boy.”

Master Mike rubbed his hand on my thigh, “My dick got so hard watching you getting that sweet add flogged. Loved watching you flinch and dance. I’d love to take you home and have you all for myself.”

I gulped hard on my Pepsi.

”Thank you, Master Mike. Like I said, I really enjoyed it. I’ve always been fascinated by dominant men and have watched endless videos of men being flogged and even whipped. I needed to try it for myself.”

”And I am so glad you did, boy. Really glad.”

Master Mike placed my hand over his jeans to feel his hard erection. I swear he had a Pepsi can under there! It was very thick.

“Wow, Master, that thing is big. But I bet you hear that all the time.”

”I’m very selective, believe it or not. My cock knows what it likes and it knows what it doesn’t. Tonight, it wants you, boy.”

”With all due respect Master Mike, I just got here a few minutes ago. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone so soon.”

”Boy, you listen to me. I’m only offering this once, I don’t beg, and certainly not going to start with you. Are you coming or not? I don’t have time to dick around with some indecisive faggot!”

Hearing him call me a faggot was music to my ears! I couldn’t refuse now.

”Master Mike, I’m so sorry, Yes, please, I’d like to go home with you. Sorry to upset you, Master!”

”That’s a good boy. Now you follow me, I live just up the street.”

Master Mike lived in one of the row homes downtown. It was very impressive inside and I couldn’t get over the decor. It was like walking into The Eagle with framed  photos and drawings of naked men, or barely naked men, men in leather, etc.. Leather sofas, it was like an old fashioned leather bar right inside this man’s house!

”Cone on boy, come downstairs with me and let me show you my dungeon.”

My mind raced and I was nervous as all hell. I went to some man’s house that I just met at the Club, and now he wants to restrain and flog me. It sounds crazy, but there I was, I was all in now. No going back.

I won’t take the time to describe the details of the dungeon except to say it looked like you would think. A bit dark, concrete floors with some mats, a sling, fuck bench, cross on the wall, stockade block, and all kinds of whips, paddles, straps, etc, toys, you name it he had it there.  There were mirrors along two walls, and also on the ceiling. There was a cage in the corner with a couple of dog bowls next to it.

I looked up and noticed some sort of device on the ceiling. I think it may be used to restrain someone and it looked electrically connected, maybe it would even lift someone off the ground?

”Boy, let’s get something clear before we start. I can take you places you’ve never been. Once I get started, I’m hard to stop.  You will beg and I won’t hear it, it’s white noise to me. This means you have to trust me. I’ll know when you’ve had enough. No safe words tonight. Do you understand me, boy?”

”Yes Master Mike. I have always wanted to push my limits, Sir.”

”Well good then. Now that thats out of the way, strip completely. Everything off now and then get on your knees. Do as I say, do it now!”

I stripped faster than ever, and kneeled on the red mat below me.

Master Mike rubbed my head and then grabbed my chin and pulled me toward his jean covered cock. It was still raging. My lips ran across its length.

”I’m definitely going to fuck you tonight, boy. But you’re gonna have to earn it. You ready to earn it, boy? Let’s see what you will do to earn the right to have my dick up that faggot asshole of yours. Stand up, boy. Arms behind your back!”

Master Mike left me standing there but then returned with rope. He tied my wrists behind my back tightly so that all the muscles in my arms were straining. Then he had a wooden spreader bar and secured my ankles. I could watch everything  in the mirror. My cock was rigid as a diamond watching myself tied up like this. 

Master Mike left for a minute and came back.

”Open your mouth, boy.”

It was a penis gag. Maybe the cock was 4 or 5 inches, it fit down my throat and then Master secured it tightly around my face 

Master Mike rubbed his hands all over my chest, down my thighs, then my shoulders and back, my ass, the backs of my legs. 

“hmmmmm, very nice. Very nice, boy. You have a very sexy body. It’s going to look even better when I’m done with it. You’ll see.”

Master Mike noticed me turning my head looking around, looking at him. He looked unhappy about that.

”Cant have your head constantly moving around. Let’s fix that.”. 

Master Mike placed a metal collar with spikes facing the inside. If I turned my head in any direction, I’d be pricked by the  sharp edges. It was there to keep my head facing forward. 

That seemed awfully brutal for a first time visit to his dungeon, but it made my dick precum!

Master Mike turned around again and picked up a small flogger. He began to lightly tap it on my hardon, some strands of leather scraping my nuts. I began to moan in the gag as he increased the intensity, eventually working up to a strong cockwhipping, I could see my hard cock flopping around in the mirror, it felt so good, incredible! Then he swiped ky balls real hard 3 times. I thought I was going to cum from the intense pain, but then Master Mike squeezed my balls hard like a lemon, his nails digging into me, crushing my nuts and I was screaming now pretty loudly, but very muffled.

Master once again whipped my dick even harder now and my cock deflated and flew in every direction, stinging my shaft with every strike. I wanted to double over but I couldn’t move. I’d made the mistake several times and my neck got pricked pretty badly. 

Master Mike is a sadist, no question about that. Master once again rubbed my chest and my ass and back. Then he pulled off his jeans to reveal a black leather jockstrap. He pulled his cock out to the side and I could see him stroking it in the mirror as the other hand rubbed my ass.

”See what you do to me, boy. You see how hard my big dick is for you?”

He grabbed his cock and shook it. “Look at this! Look good! If you even want to touch my big dick you’re gonna have to earn it, boy. I’m gonna make you earn it, you’ll see. My dick don’t come cheap, you fucking queer. No, you’ll see. Only the lost special boys can earn this cock. Let’s see if you’re special. You want that, boy?”

”Mmmm hmmmm,mmmmmmm”, was all I could say. 
 
Master Mike briskly grabbed a long leather flogged and struck me right on my stomach. I felt that! The flogger was fanning out now across my chest, I could see Master Mike winding up, he was very skilled in his craft. Master Mike turned my entire front pink, from thighs to neck! It was brutal because I was practically immobile and I couldn’t even move my head without feeling sharp pricks to my skin. 

When Master Mike grabbed a second flogged he walked behind me, and holy fuck of fucks, he began to use them both across my upper back at the same time, up and down my back, repeatedly. He’d stop very so often to use only one with sharp stinging blows, then he made it rain all over my ass!  I was on fire now, and my cock began to get hard once again. 

Master untied my wrists and ankles now and let me shake them out for a few minutes, also telling me I did really well and he was proud of me. But he wasn’t finished with me just yet.

He had me lay down on my stomach on the mat and then hogtied me. Then he took a hook from the device on the ceiling and turned on the switch and I was being lifted off the ground like 4 feet or so in the air. 

Master Mike had in his hand now a whip that looked like it was a good 6 feet long. It was very thick in his hand but the tail looked mean, and had a little spike at the very end. Master stood far back and flicked his wrist and the whip wrapped around my body, the tail cutting right into the meat of my left butt cheek.  

Momentarily, the action stopped. master Mike approached me and removed the penis gag. 

“That’s so much better now, boy. I want to hear you scream. Nobody gonna help you down here. I’m gonna strike you now and want to hear you scream as loud as you can. Let it out boy, you hear me!”

”Yes, Master Mike” I whispered.

”I can’t hear you, faggot. What did you say?”

”I said, Yes Master Mike!”

Fuck, I screamed like a freak when that whip made contact, I began to swing around in the air now. 

“Don’t you get all indignant with me boy. When I ask you a question you answer it clearly. You hear me, boy?”

”YES MASTER”

Once again I shrieks loud enough to wake the dead as I was hit 3 more times one after the other. It felt like I was being lashed, I’d never felt anything so painful on my life and wondered what the hell I was gonna do.

”Please Master, it hurts. Please…”, I cried.

Mastee didn’t even flinch. He pushed me so I was flying through the air now, gave me several more whips across my body. I was shaking now, tears streaming, screaming like a wild animal. It was primal.

Master Mike took me down but then I was placed on the fuck bench face down and then some straps constrained me. Master began to beat my back and ass with a leather strap! Once again I cried, I screamed, and all the while, Master Mike is calmly saying, “oh boy, you should see your self. So sexy. So fucking sexy. You’re bruising up nicely, look at those lashes across your back. Your fucking fsggot ass is red like fire. Oh it’s so beautiful. Such a good whipping boy you are. Oh fuck, you make my dick so hard!”

I felt like a canvas at that point. It was hard for me to focus I was really trying to breathe deeply and not sob too much. It began to feel good at some point. The endorphins and adrenaline rush that I wanted to experience was finally kicking in. I actually began to raise my ass up to meet his blows.

”Oh what a sweet fucking faggot you sre! Look at that ass now. That ass likes it now does it? Let me beat that fine ass to a pulp!”

Master Mike had another strap, heavier, and I heard it whirl through the air and land on my upright ass! “Fuuucckkk!” I screamed out. That had to be the hardest blow yet.  I tightened my ass now, it was like changing its mind about this. 

“Oh no you don’t boy. Show some respect. Get that ass up in the air, be proud, boy, have some dignity! Put that ass up for me!”

He’d scream “again!” After each time the strap made contact. 

I could hardly believe I ejaculated underneath me. I felt my pelvis sticky from my emissions.  I hoped I wasn’t obvious, but I had a loud orgasm so I was fooling only myself. 

“What a fucking liberty! Who gave you permission to cum? Not me, dammit! In my dungeon, you don’t cum until I tell you to! And you had so much potential. Now what am I going to do with this hard dick?”

”Please Master, give me another chance. I’m so sorry! Please, I’ll do anything. I want that big dick, Master!”

”I must be in a good mood tonight because normally I would never do this, but I do want to breed that sweet add if yours. I’ll tell you what. Let’s do something about that uncontrollable dick of yours. You stay right here and I’ll be back.”

Master Mike left me for a good 10 minutes or so. He returned to flip me onto my back and then the hot wax landed all over my balls, and even more up and down my shaft. I screamed out with every drip it hurt so much.  My cock looked like it was caged in all that wax. 

“I don’t think you’ll ever be doing that again, right boy? Next time I’ll just cut your worthless balls off. Always wanted to castrate a faggot, don’t give me train to finally do it. Now I’m gonna flip you back over and give you my nut, boy.”

Master Mike entered my rear end and once again, I was screaming like a girl. His thick cock was very challenging to take inside me without anything smaller working it open. After a few minutes, my home dish loosen up and Master fucked me good and hard, eventually sperming me up like I needed. 

Master Mike pulled out and then he began to run some lotion on my skin to soothe the pain. He suggested some Motrin that night because he’l said he was pretty tough on me and I would definitely be sore. 

When I finally made it home, I looked at myself in the mirror, front and back. I looked like a tiger I had so many stripes. I had some purple bruising in places, pink and red everywhere. My skin burned…I felt like a blanket of “rush” over me, and I jerked myself off once again, knowing full well I’d be back in that dungeon, begging Master Mike to hit me harder, to make me his whipping boy!