I’ve really been giving in to all of my deepest sexual desires lately and it’s really been fun. My philosophy has been that we only get to live this life once, best to do it all before you can’t, right?
Well, this mentality got me fucked and fisted in recent weeks. I’ve even dabbled in piss play. All of this has been great, but what I really wanted was something darker, something even more drastic. I wanted to get tied up, strung up, flogged and/or whipped, and depending on the vibe, maybe more.
I suppose the seed was planted one night while I was scrolling through porn sites in bed. I came across a video from a few ago of a hot young guy whose arms and legs were in spreaders and was all roped up while getting brutally flogged by an amazingly hot looking strict top. For several days I imagined myself as that tied up slab of human flesh taking blow after blow from an unyielding and determined top who showed no mercy. If I was gonna get beat, I wanted to go all in. There’s only one site I belong to where I’d find a man into all of that, so I trolled Recon.
After messaging with a number of guys in my area there was one who seemed actually serious to meet and he went by Sir William.
Sir William was a tall man of 6’3”, White, 58, thick grey/white hair, mustache, blue eyes, 190, hairy chest, cigar smoker who had quite a portfolio of boys/men he’d tied up and whipped in his profile gallery. I was quite impressed.
We took our Recon messaging offline and spoke on the phone the old fashioned way. My feeling is when you’re going to submit yourself to something of this nature, you need to get to know people far more than a quick pump-n-dump. You want the top to know what he’s doing.
We spoke and his deep gravely voice really turned me on. He referred to me as “boy” as we spoke and said he loved locked boys as we are far more eager to please in his opinion. We talked about our likes and dislikes, etc., and the conversation ended with Sir William saying, “I think I have a good sense of what you need, boy.”
We made plans to meet at his place just out of the city where he’d converted a barn on his farm into a play dungeon. He ordered me to be well cleaned out in case things escalated to some anal play.
As I drove up to his home/farm the following day, I felt excited, anxious, and nervous about what might occur. My entire body was on edge.
I pulled up to his long driveway and parked my car.
Sir William was standing in the door frame when I approached. His presence alone had me shaking at the knees.
“You made it, boy. Good. Just stay right there and let me get a good look at you.”
I froze, still jittery and afraid to say a word.
Sir William approached and circled around me at first before taking a step in and patting my chest, my thighs, my ass, my back, over my clothes.
“Yes, yes, this will work just fine. Gotta see what I’m working with here, boy.”
Sir William stared right into my eyes and must have sensed my fear. He displayed a wide smile.
“Boy, we haven’t even started yet. Nothin’ to be afraid of out here. Wait till I show you the barn.”
“Yes Sir”, I said barely audible.
“Boy, did I give you permission to speak?”
I shook my head no.
“That’s right, I did not. Let’s get some things straight right now before we get started. Rule number one, you don’t speak unless I tell you. Rule number two, you do as I say. That’s all there is to it. That’s all you need to do. You understand me, boy?”
“Yes Sir!”, I said louder this time.
“Good boy. You need to use the bathroom or need some water before we walk over to the barn, boy?”
“No Sir!”
“Well, there’s some drinks in the barn anyway so you might change your mind later. Alright then, just stay right here and I’ll be right back.”
Sir William was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a plaid shirt with the top three buttons undone. He looked so hot. When he went back inside the house I got a great view of his ass and it was definitely firm.
A couple of minutes later, Sir William appeared with a lit cigar in his mouth and I couldn’t tell exactly what was in his hands.
He reached for the cigar and told me to hold it between my fingers for him.
“Lower your head, boy.”
He placed a chain link collar around my neck and attached a leash to it.
“Cigar, boy!”, he commanded as I gave it back.
Sir William tugged on the leash and as we walked he said, “All my boys are collared and leashed at my farm. Boys like you need guidance by men like me.”
As we approached the barn door, I was sweating profusely. I was really getting nervous now, but still so excited for the upcoming scene.
When we walked in I felt like I was on a kink.com set. This space was one of the most equipped I’d ever seen in my life. Every apparatus you can imagine was there. Endless shelves of dildos and plugs, whips, floggers, canes, crops, paddles, clamps, ball stretchers, weights, ropes, cuffs, fuck benches, sling, St. Andrew’s Cross, punishment stocks, and much much more.
My eyes and my brain were trying to take this all in.
Sir William turned on some lights and showed me around, pulling on the leash to drag me along the way, while also puffing on that cigar.
When we arrived to the center of the large room he finally unclipped the leash from the collar.
“Strip boy! Everything comes off!”
I was quick to pull off my jeans, shirt, shoes, socks, and jock. Sir William kicked my things off to the side of the room.
“Good boy! Hands behind your head, spread those legs apart for me boy!”
My pits stunk from nervous sweat I noticed as I followed his directions and raised my arms and planted my clasped hands behind my head.
Once again I was inspected. Sir William poked my chest, then my abs and thighs. The cigar breath was in my face.
“Turn around, boy.”
I rotated 180 degrees for him.
“Good boy, now bend over, hands on ankles.”
I did.
I felt hands groping my ass. And then his open palm struck my bare ass several times. As the force increased I jumped and yelped.
“Oh come on boy. Settle down and keep those feet in place. Stay as you are.”
Sir William walked away for just a moment and then I heard the whir of the wooden paddle through the air before it made contact with my backside. It stung, but I was ready for it. The lingering cigar smoke was no longer in the air.
“Good boy. Count out loud, and thank me properly. We’re going to 10.”
Whack!
“One. Thank you, Sir.”
WHACK! This one was harder and louder and I had to concentrate to keep my footing.
“Two. Thank you, Sir!”
“Good boy.”
WHACK!
“Three, Thank you, Sir!”
“You’re so welcome boy, ask me for another next time.”
WHACK!
“Four, thank you, Sir. Please may I have another?”
“Yes, that’s it boy!”
WHACK!
This one stung so bad, I hesitated a second.
“Five, thank you, Sir. Please may I have another?”
“Half way there, boy.”
WHACK!
“Six, thank you, Sir! Please may I have another?”
WHACK!
This one caused me to try and pull away as it came across my butt.
“Awww, Seven. Thank you, Sir. Please may I have another!”
“Stick that ass out, boy. Be proud!”
I raised my ass in ready position.
“That’s it, boy!”
WHACK!
“Eight, thank you, Sir. Please may I have another?”
“Such an obedient boy. I like that!”
WHACK!
“Nine, thank you, Sir! Please may I have another?”
“Last one, let’s make it count, boy, Sir William said as he teased me by rubbing the wood over my pink tush.
WHACK!
I jumped forward and quickly moved back into place.
“Ten, thank you Sir!”
I was out of breath, deep long breaths I inhaled to regulate while processing the sensations and emotions of this first round of beating.
Sir William dropped the paddle and ran his hand over my freshly paddled ass.
“Oh yeah, boy. This is nice and pink. How does it feel boy?”
“Good, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”, I said still hunched over.
The truth was it did feel good. My ass felt hot and it stung..and the beginning stages of the endorphin rush were surfacing. I knew I wanted more.
“Boy, you did well, but we’d gonna have to do something about keeping your feet in place. You may stand straight now, chest out, hands behind your head, feet apart.”
“Yes Sir!”
Sir walked away again and moments later he returned.
“Turn around and face me, boy.”
Sir William bent down and attached a spreader bar to my ankles.
He then walked over to the wall and pressed a button which lowered a second spreader bar that was connected to an attachment suspended in the air.
“Arms up, boy!”
My wrists were shackled to that bar , but my feet were still planted to the cement floor.
“Stay right there, boy!”, Sir William said jokingly.
Sir William mentioned he was a shibari enthusiast in his Recon profile. He took his time intricately roping me from shoulder to ankle. Then he paused to get some pics front and back.
“Yes boy, you look just perfect. This is going to be so much fun.”
Sir William walked away again. This time he returned shirtless, exposing his massive hairy chest. A heavy flogger hung over his shoulder. There was a bucket in his hand.
“I have to make this more interesting for you and for me boy. You didn’t come all this way for an ordinary session, did you, boy?”
“No Sir!”
“No, you did not. Now open your mouth for me boy.”
Sir attached a bit gag bridle to my face. I tasted metal as I bit down on it.
“You’re gonna need that, boy!”
I felt so helpless, but free at the same time.
Sir William pinched my nipple and attached two clothes pins side by side to it. These were metal and bit hard. Then he did the same to the other nipple.
Sir William bent down and took my cock cage into his hand and with other, slapped my balls around.
“Owww!”, I whined.
“Ha! Seriously, boy? Keep quiet!”
Sir William clamped six of those clothes pins to the edges of my exposed nuts. I was already biting down hard on the metal bar between my lips.
“And to keep those feet from moving, something extra special just for you, boy.”
Sir William laid out two dozen small mouse traps all around my feet.
“Yeah, you’ll want to watch those feet, boy.”
My gaze diverted downward and my eyes grew wide.
Sir William stood an inch from me now, caressing my face and my ass.
“Breathe out, boy. Be a good boy for me.”
When my breathing regulated, Sir William took a few steps back, grabbed the handle of the flogger and struck it across my chest.
“Ugghhh”, I uttered.
Several more blows to the chest, I was careful not to move my feet.
I felt like a slab of meat as that flogger danced across my chest. This was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. The adrenaline rush running through my veins was taking over my mind, it was actually starting to feel good, really good.
But when Sir William struck my thigh, my foot moved and one of those mouse traps closed over my big toe.
“Owwwwww!”, I cried out.
Then my other foot moved, a second trap closed over two toes.
“Owwwww owwwww!”
“Watch your feet boy!”
More blows to the thighs and back upward to my abs and chest.
Sir William paused. He approached me and got up in my face. I winced when he flicked the clamps hanging from my tits.
“You like that boy, don’t you?”
I was breathing hard.
Sir William removed the clamps from both nipples and pinched and twisted them. I shouted in agony and pleasure through the gag over my face.
“Quit being such a baby and show me what you’re made of boy! Chest out, head back!”
The flogger reappeared, ready to strike me with another round of blows. This series was harder. Sir William was grunting himself, putting his body and might into every strike across my chest.
Sir William paused just for a moment to spin me around. It was time to take on my other side.
Sir William was merciless, the flogger landing over my ass, my back, over and over and over and over with no end in sight.
When the backs of my thighs were hit, more mouse traps clicked over my feet and I next thing I know I raised both my feet off the floor, and I was swinging in the air.
Sir William continued his onslaught as I swung back and forth like a pendulum.
“Those feet need to come down eventually, boy”, he snickered as he hit the bottom of my feet and didn’t let up. Through this ordeal, I noticed his hard cock was out and one hand was stroking it while his other hand was busy striking me.
I grunted every single time that flogger hit me. My feet finally found safe ground as they kicked some of the traps away.
Sir William stopped and pulled on the clamps that were secured on my balls.
“Ohhhh fuck! My balls Sir!”
“Yeah, your balls, boy? What about them? You like it when I do this?”
“Awwwww Sir, please! Mercy Sir!”, I screeched as he pulled on the clamps and eventually removed them one by one.
When they were all off, he swatted my aching balls over and over again with his bare hand causing me to jump around and my toes were greeted by a stray mouse trap!
“Owwwwww fuck!”
“Hahahaha! I told you to watch your step boy. Have you had enough, boy?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Yes, I think so, too, boy. Besides I have other ideas for you.”
Sir William unshackled my wrists from above my head and they dropped like dead weights. Then he removed the bit bridle from my mouth.
“You were such a good boy”, Sir William said as he examined my welted body. I was breathing hard, eyes watered, but my body was on fire. I felt like I was floating in air. It is always a cathartic experience for me to turn my body over to a powerful man like this.
“I think you deserve a reward boy.”
Sir William shoved my head into his hairy and sweaty armpit.
“That’s right. Get in there and take a really good whiff. You earned it, boy.”
I inhaled deeply. My eyes closed, concentrating on the mix of man smells that were filling my nose.
“Don’t be afraid to use your tongue, boy. I worked up a sweat on you.”
I swiped my tongue across a swath of pit hair and the salty flavor sent me into the moon.
“Mmmmm”, I moaned as I worked my wet tongue over the coarse and dark patch.
“I bet you had a lot of practice with that tongue of yours, boy. Let’s see if you’re a good cocksucker.”
Sir William pushed me down to my knees, the spreader bar adding a degree of complexity and half of my body still tied up, yet I somehow managed to come face to face with his erection, and I opened my mouth wide for it. Sir William pumped my face hard, holding my head steady in his hand. I was eager to please him, wanting to swallow all of his inches and relaxed my throat to make sure I was doing my best, flattening my tongue for a nice and easy wet glide.
“Ohhh yeah, boy. What a great mouth! Fuck yeah. I had you pegged for a fantastic cocksucker!”
I was now hungrily taking dick down my throat with some pride and still coming down from the thrashing I’d submitted to.
Sir William’s cock pulled away with long strands of my throat goo still attached. He pulled me up from my knees and turned me around. He rubbed that wet cock between my ass cheeks while pulling me back for a bear hug, pinching my nipples. His scruffy face on my neck.
“Such a good boy. You want my cock in your ass, boy? You want me to fuck you?”, he whispered in my ear.
“Yes Sir!”, I managed to say. My voice cracked still in the verge of tears wanting to release all the tension in my body.
“Show me, boy. Push your ass back and show me that you want it.”
I was still half-roped and my ankles were in the spreader bar, but I was able to bend without falling over and used my crack to massage that hard dick placed between my cheeks.
“Ohhh yeah, I can see how much you want it now, boy. Stay just like that.”
Sir William walked away quickly and clipped the leash on the collar around my neck. While still hunched over, I waddled over to the fuck bench. The spreader bar off my ankles, now they were shackled to the apparatus as were my wrists. My roped torso tightly strapped as well. Sir William placed a large ball gag in my mouth and secured it with the strap.
Sir was now behind me, he pulled back on the leash to raise my head up while his cock penetrated me. In seconds, I was impaled on his big fat dick. Drool escaped from the gag as Sir William wrapped the leash around his wrist to shorten it, to keep my head raised while the other hand held onto my waist.
“Ohhh fuck boy. What a nice hole here. Oh yeah!”
Out of nowhere, I was struck by a riding crop on my back. I felt like a horse now, and Sir William was the jockey and we were coming down the stretch. Sir William rode me hard with his dick and the crop as I bit on the large rubber ball and groaned.
“Ohhh fuck, boy!”, Sir William screamed at me. “Take my dick, boy! That’s it!”
I had been in the edge of a complete loss of control and after a dozen or so strikes of that riding crop to my body, I began to sob uncontrollably and my body went limp. It was a beautiful release, even some cum spilled out from my caged dick. Sir William continued fucking me and using that crop and I felt like I’d gone to heaven.
When Sir William’s fucking built up to a frenetic frenzy, he yanked the leash back, growled and emptied his seed deep inside my ass.he dropped the whip and the leash and his wet matted chest fell onto my back. I had been used. Used good. Used for my purpose.
Sir William was out of breath, the side of his face on mine.
“You’re a good cumbucket, boy.”, validating my thoughts exactly.
“Thank you, Thir! I whispered through the gag. My salty tears had hit my lips now. I was a babbling mess.
After several minutes, Sir William peeled himself from me. The shackles were removed, the gag, too. Sir William helped me to my feet and expertly unwrapped the remaining ropes from my body. He stood back and looked at me.
“You did good boy. Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Sir clipped the leash back in the collar and took me to another area of the barn which had a fully equipped bathroom.
I was unclipped and Sir William said I should take all the time I needed. I closed the door and sat on the toilet and expelled that load of just received. Then I looked at myself in the mirror front and back. I had the markings of a severe flogging and cropping. Raised red and swollen welts, purple patches, pink and red skin tone…it was awesome. I smiled, proud of myself. I showered and dried off. I realized my clothes had been scattered across the barn.
I wrapped myself in the towel I was provided and walked barefoot back into the play room. Sir William was sitting in a leather chair, cigar lit.
“Drop the towel boy!”
I pushed it off my waist.
“Come here, boy!”
I walked over to Sir William.
“Stop right there. Hands behind your head, chest out, feet spread.”
I posed as Sir William instructed. He circled around me, once again inspecting me, poking, prodding, rubbing, soothing, especially my ass and my pecs.
“You really pink up nicely, boy. You did very, very, well. I hope you will come for another session with me.”
“Yes Sir.”, I said softly.
“Good boy.”
Sir William finally removed the collar from around my neck.
“You may collect your things now and be in your way. I’ve got other things to do.”
“Yes Sir.”
And just like that, Sir William rose from the chair, cigar in hand, still shirtless, and walked back to the main house.
I scurried to put my clothes back on my sore body. My body was hot and tingly the entire ride home. That said, I feel like I had some sort of emotional breakthrough. I felt so much lighter, a giant release of all the tension and stress of life, and a clear mind.
When I did get home I sent Sir William a simple text.
“Thank you, Sir”
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