Gay bondage time for me

Her ad read that she likes to train guys to be her submissive sex slaves. You pay her a tribute of $50 and she does the rest. She promises to surprise and please you in many different, kinky ways 

I’ve traveled down a few sketchy roads in my life. I’ve never been bound or gagged or violated from behind by a big black rubber dildo, but I’ve often thought about it. LOL! 

Her house is nice, modern and very large.  As advertised she greets me at the door wearing all black leather and lace  I’m offered champagne and a snack. She explains that once I’m committed to her, there isn’t any going back. Something I expected to hear, so I agreed . I signed some bs disclaimer she made up herself and handed over the rest of my money. 

“Good boy” 

That was the last thing I remembered hearing for a while.  I woke up in her basement with her and some guy lifting me onto a dungeon bdsm cross, strapping my arms up to the top of the wooden beams by my wrists. I was dizzy and had a headache. 
“Oh good. You are waking up. Just at the right time. Stand up so we can finish hanging you to this, my boy.”

I stumbled to my feet. My arms suddenly were strapped and buckled  tightly to the cross. She is being quite fun and silly, causing me to relax a bit. But then I look to the strange man finishing my bindings, securing them extra tight. A rough, ugly old man, unkept, smelly and rude. His extra hairy body rubbing against me as he does his work. And then, with my arms strapped with several long leather bindings, tightly to the beams, he spoke. 

“So you’re the one she keeps bragging about. The confused and desperate man she seduced to visit us. A slave who I can do with as I like? We will see, fuck hole. We will see.”

My eyes quickly dart back to the woman. She is looking at me with stern, determined eyes. The fun flirty  lady is gone. What have I gotten myself into? Fuck!

”Just do what he tells you, and everything will be fine.”

I look back at the man. He is right in my face. I try to back away but I’m pretty well stuck right here. He moves even closer, a hand is on the back of my neck and the other raises up to squeeze the left side of my chest, grabbing at it like he is feeling up a girl. He squeezes and pinches my nipple. But my skin isn’t bare. I’ve got a garment covering my chest. He pinches harder. I look at him, wincing. I turn my face away but he pulls it back toward him. He pinches harder. “Fuck! Owe!

My mouth is covered with his. His face is bristled and rough. His lips are pressing hard against mine. His long fat tongue slides inside my struggling, resisting mouth. He pushes on. His relentless grabbing and squeezing my ‘tits’ doesn’t end. Finally I give in and let him continue to kiss me deeply. But it is not anything I can associate with a romantic or tender kiss. More like how a kidnapper would take advantage of his kidnapped victim. I was very nervous, but at least as I gave in to him, he relaxed his painful groping of my sore nipples. We kissed for a long time. He didn’t stop. His hand moved from my chest down my body to my crotch. I was wearing some briefs or shorts of some kind. He kept roughly kissing me. His hand was rubbing my cock and balls encased in the smooth tight fitting shorts. I looked around not seeing the woman. The basement room was empty except for me, and HIM. 

Her husband as I finally was told, finished strapping me to the cross. Ankles, knees, waist, chest and neck. I wasn’t going anywhere soon. He has worked me up to where I had a pretty good hard on. I’ve never had a guy touch me before. I politely asked what was on the agenda. 
“You are, fuck hole.”

I was relieved to see the woman return. She had an armful of things that seemed to be of some importance.

“Well, my pathetic friend, we are going to make you as uncomfortable as possible. That way, you’ll beg us to be a good little fuck slave rather than endure any more. You’re going to be my ass and cunt eating face toy, and his mouth and ass pussy fuck hole. That is what is on the agenda today, bitch.”

I wasn’t relieved any more. 

The lessons began. Their work began by placing a thick rubber strap tightly around my cock and balls. Then they roughly clamped nipple clamps to my nipples, my balls and cock. They used a dozen at least. Every time one was applied, I was to beg for another.

”Plesse clamp another one. Clamp it harder than before. Make it hurt, please!”

I was 😢 

A huge ass toy on the top of a stick standing under me between my legs was pushed up, one little bit at a time. It was slowly sliding in deeper and deeper. It had many big bulges around the shaft that spread my hole even wider as it pushed in. I would try to move myself up away from its advances but then I’d have to let myself down making the dildo shove in even more. They meticulously moved the stick up until the full girth of the 10 inch long rubber cock was balls deep up my sore, spread wide virgin butt. 

I was to beg for more of it. “Please shove another bigger one up my pathetic ass hole. I need more cock in me, please!”

I didn’t know until it was all up inside me that it was plugged in to the wall, too. It started with a low, dull hum. The woman was holding the control. The man began kissing me again and playing with my cock. I was wiggling and struggling but of course it was no use. 

I had a hard on and a wet, drooling mouth. I’d long since given in to the man. The dildo wax humming and wiggling in my ass. Very deep in my ass. A place I didn’t know existed. “When you cum, that means you’ll be my bitch forever.”

well, I came. Hard. Long and big. I’ve never cum with anything in my ass before. I finally knew why guys like anal sex. I’ve never cum so long or so hard. The woman said she heard me all the way up in the upstairs bedroom. The man just laughed. 

With a few little bolts and a simple folding motion, the cross rolled down putting me on my knees, still strapped and secured in my helpless position. But now my face was belt high to the man. He slowly removed his black Levis exposing his long, fat, half hard man tool. 

“I told you that you’d be my bitch. Well, here we are, aren’t we? “

I could tell the woman was watching. My head moving back and forth with his hands on each side of it,  guiding it where he pleased. 

My moth was full of his cock. I was doing all I could to please him. I didn’t want any trouble. And, as I knew, I’d already given in to him.