Exploring My True Self

The five of us were dressed in our leather harnesses and jockstraps. Every one of these guys looked hot as fuck. Hell, even I looked hot, but definitely not in the same league as these three studs. We were all dripping of power and masculinity, but Randy stood out. I know he was nervous inside, but on the outside he exuded confidence. He was stunning, I wanted to jump him right there.

Antonio told us to put our hoods on and then zipped us up, it was hot as hell under there. The club went dark, and a booming voice said, “I am Master Sergio, your Dungeon Master for the evening, and these are my henchmen.” It was showtime. A dim spotlight hit the stage, which was open to the audience on three sides. Antonio led Adam, Alex and I through the curtain. Randy stayed backstage.

We went through the black curtain and followed Antonio to center stage. He was the only one without a hood. We looked hot and commanding. The audience was standing around the stage and cheering loudly. Most of them clad in leather, a couple of them held leashes with leather clad twink’s attached to them by dog collars. This was a seriously rough crowd, and they wanted a show.

There was a sling positioned in the middle of the stage and the Master Sergio was on a platform off to the far right. Antonio led Alex, Adam, and I to the front of the stage. We crossed our arms and tried to look menacing. We did! The crowd went wild.

“Is our volunteer ready and able to serve?” The Dungeon Master asked. Antonio went into the audience and brought forward the only patron dressed in shorts and a Tommy Bahama shirt, he stood out like a sore thumb. The Dungeon Master repeated his question.

”Yes, sir” the volunteer responded in a meek voice.

“What, boy? I can’t hear you” The Master’s voice boomed over the mic.

“YES, SIR” the volunteer yelled.

“Do you CHOOSE to serve?” The DM asked.

“YES, SIR” the guy answered loudly this time. Antonio presented him to the audience. The crowd whooped and hollered. Calls of: “strip the bitch,” “show us your ass,” “fuck that boy,”and a bunch of other obscenities filled the room. The man just stood there looking unsure of his decision to serve as Antonio unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. The crowd whooped some more as his smooth, broad, muscular chest was revealed. He then dropped his shorts and the man stepped out of them, along with his shoes. Antonio put his clothes in a pile near the sling and the man stood there in his skimpy black briefs. Antonio spun him around for all to inspect his sculpted body. The audience cheered and yelled for more. Finally, Antonio pulled off his underwear and tossed them to the crowd. A muscular daddy in the front row caught them, inhaled them deeply than shoved them into the mouth of the boy at the end of his leash. Damn, these guys were here to play.

His body was impressive. He was only about 5’6” with a huge, smooth chest and was muscular as hell. His biceps bulged, and his 6-pack was a prominent part of his perfect V-shape. His head was covered with sandy blond curls, and he had beautiful bright green eyes that shined through the darkness. The only muscle that was lacking was the one between his legs. He quickly covered it with his hands, his embarrassment was evident. Antonio pulled his hands away and the audience chuckled at his tiny dick. The poor guy was humiliated.

Adam and Alex stepped up, each taking a shoulder and leading him to the sling. Once in, they each strapped one of his wrist to the chains and put nipple clamps on each of his perfect nubs as he winced in pain. I moved to the foot of the sling and strapped his ankles up giving the audience a clear view of his beautiful ass. Antonio completed the picture by securing a ball-gag in his mouth. He was strapped in spread eagle with his perfect ass and tiny cock on display for all to see. The crowd was loving it. The three of us moved behind the sling and stood against the black curtain.

The Dungeon Master’s voice boomed over the mic again “Gentlemen, please welcome Master Ash!!!” With that Randy strutted onto the stage with an air of confidence that I had never seen before. He walked the entire U-shape of the stage cracking his whip and raising his arms begging the audience for applause. He was playing the crowd and putting on a hell of a show. He was absolutely magnificent! There wasn’t a guy in that place that didn’t want him at that moment.

He raised his arms holding the whip in both hands as he walked between the three of us and the sling ready to inspect his prey. Racing the audience, he looked down at his victim. He froze. The helpless man looked into his eyes with a look of sheer terror on his face as he tried to pull out of his restraints. Unfortunately for Charlie, there was no escape.

When Randy realized who was in front of him he shot his gaze towards me with a look of confusion on his face. He couldn’t see the smile under my hood, so I nodded my head and things started to click for him. He smiled like a Cheshire Cat, then an evil grin took over his face, his eyes steeled and hooded. His expression was more menacing than anything else on the stage. He jerked his head and looked at Charlie who was now thrashing uncontrollably. The cockiness was replaced by fear when he realized there was no way out.

Master Sergio handed Randy the mic, he held it in his left hand along with the whip, running the tips of the cat o’ 9-tails from Charlie’s neck, down his body, over his little cock and onto his balls, then up again over and over while he cupped his ass cheek with his right hand. His movements were slow and deliberate. I know him. He was assessing his next move. Then he spoke in a booming, throaty commanding voice I had never heard come from his lips before. “Pain…” he paused “Pain comes in many forms….” The audience was glued to his every word “Physical pain” He said as he took his right hand and smacked Charlie’s ass with all his might. He then rubbed his ass slowly to soothe the pain as he continued “Emotional pain. The pain of betrayal….” The audience was riveted “We ALL have pain. I have pain” He looked Charlie in his terrified eyes and said, “Have you ever felt real pain?” Charlie didn’t make a noise or move a muscle.

Antonio handed him a pair of black latex gloves. He put the whip down and put the gloves over his hands with a “SNAP”as each glove went on adding to the drama as the crowd cheered him on. Antonio picked up a tub of Elbow Grease, and Randy dipped his right hand in and started twirling the lube around as he lubed up his right arm. The crowd started chanting “Fist him. Fist him.”He ran a lubed finger lightly across Charlie’s exposed hole to give him a taste. He was really gonna fist fuck him! I started to get pangs of guilt. I didn’t think he’d take it this far or really hurt him. I remember Randy told me to stop him the next time he lost control. Now here he was getting ready to force his fist up Charlie’s unwilling ass. I was going to have to stop him if it got out of hand. I was watching close to see where this went.

He took some more grease from the tub and started walked around Charlie as he lubed his arm up to the shoulder putting on a show, and making sure Charlie saw what he was doing. Then he said, “Have you ever caused someone pain?” again, Charlie didn’t move a muscle or try to answer.

Master Ash smacked his ass and said, “I asked you a question, boy.” Charlie nodded his head furiously with tears rolling down his cheeks and his eyes pleading for mercy. “Are you sorry for the pain you’ve caused?” Charlie nodded his head furiously again trying to speak through the gag as his pleading eyes locked onto Randy’s steely stare. Randy looked toward Antonio and said, “remove the gag.”

Antonio rushed to the sling and removed the gag from Charlies mouth as commanded. Master Ash asked, “do you wish to continue, or do you wish to be released?” He was giving him an out. I was wrong, he was in total control of himself. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was proud of him.

Charlie didn’t hesitate “Please release me, sir.” He whimpered. The crowd was jeering and booing as they started to chant again “Fist him. Fist him.”

Randy spoke into the mic with his booming vibrato and said “Sometimes...the only way to relieve your pain is to cause others pain… and sometimes... the only way to relieve your pain is to show mercy.” He looked back at the three of us and said, “Release him.” Charlie’s whole body went limp as he breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the Masters command. Randy did the right thing. I wanted him to get closure, not inflict pain. He would’ve hated himself if he hurt Charlie. Just knowing he had the power to take revenge, but took the high road brought him closure.

Charlie slipped off the sling, grabbed his pile of clothes and slithered through the black curtain like a snake as the crowd booed. Antonio walked toward Randy and said, “It would be my honor to replace your slave” and the crowd cheered. The show must go on.

Randy move the mic away from his mouth and asked Antonio “are you sure you want to do this?”

Antonio smiled and said “This aint my first rodeo, and every guy in here wishes he was me right now.”

Randy looked at me for approval, I nodded. Then he yelled “Secure him!” The crowd went wild as the three of us secured him like we had Charlie earlier. Master Ash moved to the foot of the sling, his arm already slick and ready to invade Antonio’s willing rose bud. As he inserted his first greasy, latex-covered finger, Adam and Alex each put a clamp on one of Antonio’s nipples, he nodded his approval before they did, and then he screamed bloody murder when the clamps took hold. Randy looked up to make sure he was okay, and Antonio nodded his head while he gritted his teeth and winced. Randy proceeded with a second finger, working them both in and out, twirling them around and opening up the sweet rosebud before him.

Master Ash, ever the showman, pulled his fingers out of Antonio’s hole and held two fingers up to the audience, then showed three fingers and announced “Now three fingers” as he turned to show the entire audience, then went back to Antonio’s hole and worked three fingers in, out and around. He put more Elbow Grease on his hand and held up four fingers to the audience. The crowd cheered “FOUR!” He inserted four fingers, twisting and turning them in Antonio’s loosening hole. Master Ash looked up at the euphoric Antonio who was snorting from a bottle of Poppers the Master Sergio had given him and said, “Are you ready for this?”

“Punch me, Master” he replied as Randy’s entire fist breached his once tight hole and went in up to the wrist, he stopped and held it there. “PLEASE MASTER GIVE ME MORE” He begged at the top of his lungs as the audience cheered and chanted.

Master Ash pushed forward an inch, then two, then stopped. Again Antonio begged “PLEASE MASTER GIVE ME MORE!” By now he was halfway up his forearm and still inching forward. He stopped at his elbow PLEASE MASTER GIVE ME MORE!”

Randy looked over at me not knowing what to do. He was afraid of hurting Antonio, but he was begging for more. Randy was torn. He moved in another inch when Antonio finally begged “please stop, sir.” I could see the relief in Randy’s eyes. He started to pull out, then pushed back in a little. He was fist fucking the cute little waiter. Randy just stared at Antonio’s hole in disbelief as it swallowed his arm. There was a look of wonderment on his face as he explored the accommodating tunnel with is arm. He was mesmerized.

He finally locked eyes with his prey and slowly pulled out of him completely. There was a “plop”as his fist exited Antonio’s now gaping hole. Antonio breathed a heavy sigh and said, “thank you, Master.” Randy nodded in acknowledgement then stood up, raised his arms above his head and thanked the audience as he called for us to release Antonio. We moved toward the sling and complied.

This whole time Alex, Adam, and I just stood there and watched Randy as he took command. He was truly a sight to behold. It was amazing to watch. No one came. No one was there to get a nut. It was a demonstration of raw power. One human conquering another, controlling his pleasure and pain.

I was truly in awe of this man I loved. This man I was learning more about every day.

To be continued…