Recent Impact Play Experience

I’d dabbled in impact play over the years. Everything from getting my face slapped to full on whipping; and there was usually some other elements involved in these scenes; restraints, tit clamps, verbal humiliation/degradation, etc. I enjoyed all of these intense scenes immensely, but I just hadn’t really thought about them until recently as I’ve primarily been exploring the depths of fisting.

I’d just had my cock cage removed after almost a full month in chastity, only because I had to go through airport security and the full-metal cage would have sent the alarms off.

With my cock finally free, I was jerking off like a fiend, sometimes 5-6 times a day. I found I couldn’t get myself off watching traditional sex scenes, and that’s when I discovered Christian Wilde, and there are many videos of him using good looking boys in the way I have always fantasized about.

I decided it was time to stop fantasizing and actually make it happen for myself.  I joined a well-known BDSM site and within a couple of hours I’d begin messaging with a hot silver muscle Master who was keen to take it to me after I’d shared some photos with him. Some of those photos included my entire backside beat/beet red from a serious strapping. Those he seemed to enjoy the most.

I’d shared with Master David about watching and getting off to these Christian Wilde videos and relayed that I wanted a similar experience. Being an astute Master, he knew exactly what I meant and what I was looking for and was all too happy to oblige. He, too, was looking for a fresh canvas and a new experience.

Master David had shared pictures of his impact play implements with me, and I went absolutely wild with desire to get my body beaten and to relive the endorphin and adrenaline rushes I’d had years ago. We decided on a day and time to make it happen.

I arrived to his suburban home after work. I was told when I arrived, I should strip down to a jockstrap and kneel, hands behind my back, and to wait for him. I did just that and I felt my heart racing and sweat began to drip down my sides from my pits. I was scared, nervous, excited…even overwhelmed.

After about 10 minutes of absolute silence, Master David appeared. He was a sight to behold, the leather daddy of my dreams! He wore a leather cap, harness over his massive hairy chest, chaps, black leather jock, boots. His blue eyes sparkled and his silver goatee shined in the light of the living room.

Master David walked toward me and raised my head up by the chin and looked down at me. His demeanor quickly changing. “Oh boy, I’m gonna have my way with you. You ready to see how far we can go tonight, faggot?”

”Yes, Master David!”

He placed a leather collar around my neck, attached a leash and had me follow him; then we walked downstairs to his finished den. That’s when I saw all the impact toys hanging on the walls, there were also ropes and other devices.

”Kneel and keep your eyes down to the floor, slave!”

”Yes Master!”

Once again he walked toward me and lifted my chin up with the end of a riding crop. 

“Let’s see how you do with this, slave.”

And then he struck my right pectoral, leaving a slight sting. I heard the riding clip whirl through the air as it began to strike my chest in random places. I fell backwards which didn’t make Master David happy.

”Back on your knees, faggot!” 

“Raise your hands above your head!”

Then he walked behind me and began to strike my upper back several times. 

I won’t lie, it hurt, but after the first few shocking blows, it began to feel good. And I began to feel like I was in a trance. 

“Lick my boot, slave.”

He placed his right foot in front of me and I bent down to lick his boot. 

He swatted my back a few times more.

”Put some effort into it, boy. You can do better!”

I began to make love to the boot with my tongue, but wasn’t really giving it my all.

”Looks like you’re losing focus. Let me help you with that.”

Master reached behind him and produced alligator tit clamps. He squeezed my tits hard, pulling on them, punching my pecs, twisting them in his fingers before finally applying the clamps.

”Now let’s try this again, faggot. Lick my boot!”

I once again bent down to lick his boot and that’s when he began to take the cane to my back. Every time I removed my tongue from his boot he’d reach down and pull on the chains of the clamps. This went on for a prolonged period of time and my back was burning and I’d long lost the feeling in my nips.

”Enough. I can see you need more practice licking boots you pathetic fuck slut. Get the fuck up, stand up, boy, now!”

I didn’t get up quick enough and he slapped me across the face. 

“When I tell you to get up, you do it quickly. Understood, slave!”

”Yes!”

Another hard slap.

”Yes, what?”

”Yes, Master David, Sir!”

“That’s more like it. On your knees!”

He paused for about 20 seconds.

“On your feet, slave!”

This time I reacted quickly and stood with my hands behind my back.

”That’s it, boy. Now you’re learning. You’re not so stupid after all, are you, faggot!”

I forgot to respond. 

The cane struck my ass hard 10 times.

”I SAID YOU’RE NOT SO STUPID AFTER ALL, ARE YOU, FAGGOT.”

“No Master David, Sir, I’m not a stupid faggot, SIR!”

“Make no mistake, you may not be stupid, but you’re  still a faggot, and you’re  my faggot for tonight, isn’t that right, boy?”

Yes, Sir. I am a faggot, Sir, here for your entertainment, Sir!”

Master David chuckled and walked towards me again. He removed the clamps and began to squeeze my numb nipples in his finger tips. As the blood rushed back into them, the pain level increased and I tried to pull away, but he only did it harder and yelled at me to stand still.

Then he tore the jockstrap off of me and grabbed my balls into his big hand. He pulled them down, twisted them, and then began to slap them, then the shaft of my soft cock. He laughed at me and said I had a small dick. It was humiliating, and when he said it, I moaned.

”You like it when I tell you you have a small dick you fucking faggot?”

”Yes, Master David!”

He gave it a few more hard slaps and walked away. 

When he returned and I saw the flogger in his hand, I knew the main event was about to begin. All of this was just a warm up for what was coming.

Master David began to use his wrist in a circular motion and I felt the breeze on my  dick, he stepped in a little closer and yelled, “Face front, keep your feet planted to the floor. Don’t fail me, slave. You know you want this. That’s why you’re here!”

And then my cock began to bounce and dance from the leather strips of the flogger. The stinging pain was unbelievable. I steadied my breathing, clenched my jaw right and stared straight ahead. I could feel my cock being thrashed and then he got to my balls and the feeling intensified. He must have done this for almost a full two minutes before I relented and began to scream out. “Please, Master. Please, stop! It hurts!”

“Boy, not until you show some appreciation for what I’m doing to you. You know what to say!”

While still being cock-whipped I shouted loudly, “THANK YOU, SIR!”

”Be more specific. Tell me, boy.”

”THANK YOU FLOGGING MY COCK, MASTER!”

He stopped and then said, “That wasn’t so hard now, was it slut. Arms above your head!”

He cuffed my wrists to a bar on the ceiling and my ankles were in a spreader bar which then connected to some brackets in the floor. I was now standing with my naked body fully vulnerable, spread eagle. 

Master David rubbed his hands all over my body telling me how he couldn’t wait to decorate my white skin in lots of shades of red. He told me I was doing great so far and I’m a good slave, and all of those head games Masters do to their slaves before they punish them. 

Master David stepped away again and took the flogger to my stomach, and relentlessly began to paint the front of my body from my thighs to my chest over and over again in different spots, at different speeds and intensity. He screamed out,

”Always important to keep your slave guessing so he doesn’t get bored. Never let the slave know what to expect.” It was as if he was explaining to me the reasons why he was flogging me in that way as he was doing it. Then he took more time to beat my penis and balls again and whipped up the intensity to a frenzy. I tried to move but was completely immobile. I began to scream out loud but not asking him to stop. It felt incredible actually. The switch had long been made to pleasure, the harder he hit me, the better I liked it.

I don’t know how long he focused on my front side before moving behind me and doing the very same thing to my backside. I closed my eyes and began to think of those boys in the Christian Wilde videos. Unbelievably, I started to get a hardon when he was giving me level 10 blows to my back and my ass. 

Master David was becoming infuriated by my erection saying his faggots are not allowed to cum or get hard without his permission. He stood in front of me and began to cane my dick so forcefully I began seeing welts and my erection quickly disappeared.

Master David spent more time circling around me with that flogger hitting me all over with it.  I kept a steely stare forward, but most of time kept my eyes shut, just finding the pleasure in the pain.

He stopped and began to caress my burning body. He said my skin was so warm and my body was a deep shade of red there were many visible welts. He asked if I was still with him and if I wanted more. I told him, “Yes, Master David, I want more, Sir!”

Then he grabbed the devil’s tail whip off the wall. It sounds scary through the air and it stings even more when it lands across your back. Master David used that whip expertly across my body, now I saw a couple of small open skin wounds on my thighs and my chest. It cut into me, but I loved every single second of it.

Master David finally stopped and said I far surpassed his expectations for a first time experience with him. He said I did better than most and assured me I’d be welcome back to his place any time. 

I gingerly dressed and as I drove home, it hurt to sit. My entire body ached, and at the same time I was getting that high, that rush, that I longed for, feeding a deep need within me. It is an emotionally cathartic experience to put your body through something like that.

When I returned home. I stripped and fired up my laptop and turned on my favorite Christian Wilde video where he’s training another dom and they are both flogging this helpless slave at the same time. I took some poppers and my cock, as bruised as it was, shot one of the biggest loads ever. It was extremely intense!

I know impact play isn’t for everyone, but for those that fantasize about it, or actually engage in it, this story is for you. I try to add content on areas that are less written about, and this is just one of those encounters that I felt deserved a share.