A Weekend at Club 80...

[damsonffpig]

FFuck yeah awesome.......loving the way this story is developing .....I am now gagging to join using Matt in his rushing state......fuck he must be gagging...WOOFF

[Guest grubbysubby]

Sorry for the long delay, folks... the creative juices have simply not been flowing. This is a short chapter, but I hope to bring this story to a conclusion soon...

Matt:

I had gone into the bathroom to remove the butt plug. I had had over 40 minutes of them piss brewing n my arse. I knew what pushed Brian’s buttons (as well as my own), so I squatted over the wrestling singlet as I worked the butt plug past my aching hole. A flood of piss poured all over the garment. At the same time, my bladder released and some more warm piss soaked through the flimsy material.

I moved the singlet away from the shower and cleaned myself up a little. I made sure I drank almost a litre of water so that I was hydrated for our next session. I struggled into the singlet. God, the smell was even turning me on! I walked over the Brian and held out my arms. I could see him looking at my veins lustfully, I loved how turned on he was by me. He was a picture himself - leather chaps, boots, harness, gauntlet on his forearms and a leather cap. He looked the picture of power and I knew he was going to whore me out for the evening.

He quickly registered and depressed the plunger - I felt the familiar rush and felt the overwhelming horniness return.

Brian fitted a leather bulldog harness with a cock strap. He placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash to the collar. Lastly, he placed a hood over my face so that only my mouth was available. I felt super exposed and at his mercy. I was still rushing from the slam. I knew I reeked; but I knew I looked as sexy as fuck and I knew I would appeal to the piss pigs in attendance at the time. I was sweating and while the piss was drying, the singlet was still soaked through. We arrived at the front counter and Brian paid for a room. “Is the slut taking loads?” asked one of the patrons at the counter.

“Of course,” answered Brian, “If you want to sample the merchandise while we’re here, help yourself.”

The man walked up to me. He roughly squeezed my balls and twisted my nipples. They had become even more sensitive thanks to the enlarged piercings inserted by Brad earlier in the day. I heard footsteps coming towards us and I knew there were more people joining the party.

“How kinky does this fucker get?” asked a voice. He sounded younger than the others.

“What have you got in mind?” asked Brian.

Brian and the “young” voice stepped away and I did not hear what was being said. All I could hear was the odd “Fuck yeah” from the two as they discussed how the evening was going to unfold.

Brian came over to me and took my leash and led me around for about twenty minutes. Every few paces, we would stop and I would feel hands grope me. I felt myself being pushed to the ground and a cock was inserted in my mouth. I started to bob up and down, coating the dick with my spit but hands held my head still. I felt the slow trickle of acrid, strong piss entering my mouth and quickly swallowed. Fuck, this was strong piss - I was certain that the dude was wired! The cock was getting harder in my mouth and I felt the piss slow to nothing. “Stand up, slut,” - it was the young voice. He turned me around, spat on his dick and I felt him shove into me balls deep. Again, he stopped and did not start to fuck me in earnest. I felt a warmth spreading from my arse and the familiar buzz you get from them piss… damn! This was super hot! My anonymous donor withdrew his cock and I clamped down to hold the piss in my hole. I felt another cock nudge at my arse and he started to pound in and out of my hole. The piss was flying everywhere as he fucked me. Brian ordered me to open my mouth and a gag was fitted to my mouth. It kept my tongue and teeth out of the way and had a tube through which a dude could insert his cock. I felt more hands guide me till I was bent over and a cock was shoved through the gag. I choked and sputtered but the guy held my head in place. Another two guys stood on either side of me and I felt the warm flow of piss over my body. I fucking hope Brian was capturing this on film! Soon, the guy fucking me slammed into me and bred my hole, as did the guy fucking my mouth. The two anonymous piss donors had already departed.

“Got it ready,” I heard from behind me.

“That was quick,” said Brian, “did you make sure it was really small? He’s already flying,”

“Not really small - two and a half points - but it would be a shame to waste it after these guys were so helpful…”

“Stand up” ordered Brian. I stood and Brian removed my hood.  I could see we were in a room with a sling. There were five other guys there besides Brian and me.

The five crowded around me, running their hands over me, tweaking my nipples, squeezing my balls.

“These the donors?” asked Brian.

“Yeah,” said a voice I recognised...  the young guy. And, fuck me, he was gorgeous.  Total stud. About 188cm tall (6”2’), 90kg (198#) of pure muscle. Deeply tanned skin, his hair was cut in a skin fade and he had chaps and a harness. The whole package oozed sex! In his hand, he had a syringe with the contents tinged red.  Fuck! A blood slam was my ultimate fantasy - high on my bucket list.  I am, fortunately, blood type AB; so I can take a blood slam from anyone otherwise Brian would not have allowed this scenario to unfold. He and I had discussed the various risks and I wanted it so damned badly! I never thought he would have organised it!

Brian guided me to the sling. He bound my arms and legs. I saw him grab the syringe, insert it in a vein in the young guys arm and draw some more blood into the rig.  I felt the familiar swab of the alcohol pad and a prick and watched fascinated as he emptied the contents of the syringe into my arm. It was a different sensation to a normal slam even though I knew the difference was purely psychological.

“Five, four, three, two, one…” said Brian and I felt the tina take over as the hood was placed over my head.

“Party time!” yelled the others  as I felt myself fly ever higher!

 

 

[usemypighole]

On 3/15/2019 at 10:44 AM, grubbysubby said:

Part 5:

Brian took my blindfold off and I looked to see who had joined in the fun. There were two new faces in the room. One was around 35 years old, well built, a real piece of rough trade and fucking hot. He had an enormous pierced dick - PA and ladder - and a prominent biohazard tatt. He had a stern demeanour and I knew he would be a formidable master. His name was Chris. The other man simply took my breath away. He was about 19 - a real muscle jock boy. Shaved totally smooth - not a hair on him from the neck down. A really innocent looking face - classic All American jock boy. No tatts; no piercings. He had a huge dick that was as hard as steel. He had a wide-eyed deer-caught-in-the-headlights look to him and he was staring at me - his name was Aaron. 

Brian grabbed the sodden, sweaty jock strap from the floor and sprayed some Maximum Impact onto it and held it over my nose and mouth. I gave ten huge huffs and was soon flying.

Chris walked up to the sling and started to run his hands over my body. He tweaked, pinched and slapped his way around my body and I was loving the pleasure/ pain he was giving me. He ran his hands over my piercings and pulled them and manipulated them. He walked around me and examined my tatts. He took my cock in his mouth and made love to my dick until I was writhing and moaning in the sling. He knelt at my arse and gave me a thorough rim job, pausing every so often to deposit the cum he had licked and sucked from my hole directly into my mouth.

The kid just stood and stared.

“Your turn, kid,” said Chris as he pushed Aaron in the small of his back (were they a couple?) and he stepped forward to explore my bound body. He grabbed my leaking cock and started to jerk it, making sure to tweak the ampallang and ladder piercing as he manipulated my cock. His hand was soon slick with my precum and he stopped and licked his hand. I groaned. He jerked my dick a few more times and then presented his long, nimble fingers for me to lick clean. He moved onto my nipples and made sure that they got a good workout too - they were going to be sore and scabbed over by the next morning at this rate. He walked over to my exposed pits and started to run his tongue up and down, licking from the tops of my lats, all the way through the pit, to the bicep and back down again, bathing my entire armpit in his saliva. He leaned over and spat in my mouth and kissed me. I could taste my own sweat. He moved over to the other pit and repeated the process. He gave me another deep kiss, and then ran his tongue from my earlobe down along my jawline. He sucked and nibbled my neck and gave me a few hickies on my neck. He licked down to my clavicle and took one and then the other nipple into his mouth, biting them drawing a long hiss from my pursed lips. He was fascinated with my tatts and licked and kissed around them as he caressed them with his hands. He walked back up to my head and presented his cock to me. He smelled like all good young muscle jocks should smell - some sweat, some soap and some crotch funk. He pushed his dick into my mouth and down my throat. “Get it nice and wet, slut, it’s the only lube you’re going to get.” he said in an amazingly deep voice… Fuck, I’m a sucker for young studs with deep voices. Soon I was choking on his meat and I know that there was equal amounts saliva and mucus coating his dick each time he withdrew to let me take a few heaving breaths. The others were watching my oral rape with awe.

Chris, in the mean time, was working my arse with his fingers. He had big hands and was stretching me in a big way. He had all four fingers and a thumb up to the third knuckle - I knew it was only a matter of time and he’d have his entire hand buried in my arse. Aaron withdrew just enough for Brian to feed me a few huffs of poppers and then thrust back down my throat to the hilt. As I choked and gagged on his meat, Chris  pushed through my hole and had his entire hand buried in my arse.

I bucked and strained in my bonds and Aaron mercifully withdrew his cock from my battered throat. I took several heaving breaths as Aaron moved to my exposed arse.

He placed his dick next to Chris’ hands and pushed. He was relentless and I felt my arse give way and he was soon buried balls deep. I howled and shook as my arse got used to the invasion.

I felt the hand in my arse close into a fist and the kid let out a guttural moan. “Oh Jesus,” he gasped, “You’re jerking me off in his hole…”

I knew the kid could not last. I was experiencing sensations through my entire body that I had not experienced before.

Brian had moved off and was fiddling with something in the background - I could not see what he was doing.

Brian walked up to my head and fed me his dick. I was relieved to have something to distract me from the reaming my arse was receiving. Soon, Aaron thrust deep into my hole, impaling me further on Scott’s dick. I felt Brian let loose a massive load down my throat and felt Aaron shaking as he let loose a massive load in my arse. He shook as he withdrew his dick and presented it to me to clean. Again, he thrust deep down my throat and, as I choked on his massive tool, Chris withdrew his hand. He fed me Aaron’s load by presenting his fingers to me to lick clean. Brian, Aaron and Chris wiped themselves down wth my wrestling singlet. It was now a sodden mess and I knew I would be wearing it around Club 80 at some stage soon enough.

Aaron then knelt down and started to finger my arse. By now, it was loose enough to accommodate his hand relatively easily - even though he had bloody big hands. He was an expert fister and was giving my prostate a workout as he got deeper and deeper into my colon.

He withdrew his arm so that he was at a normal depth (whatever the fuck that is) and Chris presented his monster dick at the entrance to my hole. Chris had by far the biggest dick out of anyone who had fucked me that evening. He had a massive PA and a ladder down his dick of about eight bars through his cock… I was going to feel every inch of this. He was relentless and bottomed out quite swiftly. I was groaning and babbling quite incoherently at this latest onslaught. As the two worked my arse like a violin, I felt Aaron take Chris’s dick in his hand and start to jerk him off. Soon he was shooting a monster load into my arse. I knew it was big because I could feel it squishing around Aaron’s hand.

“When I tell you, pull out of his arse,” I heard Chris say just as Scott and Brian walked up to me and swabbed an arm each. This was going to be interesting… They each found a vein easily and registered.

In unison, they both depressed the plungers on the syringes.

I felt as though I had been hit by a freight train. As soon as my coughing fit subsided, Scott rammed the entire length of his dick down my throat. As I coughed and choked on this invader, I heard Chris shout, “One, two three - go!”

I felt the kid withdraw his dick and Chris withdraw his closed fist from my cunt in one smooth stroke. I screamed around Scott’s monster as my arse stretched! Scott roared and came buckets down my throat.

While this assault on my senses was occurring, Brian was jerking my dick and I convulsed as I came buckets into his hand.

As Scott withdrew his still dribbling dick from my throat, Chris brought his hand to my mouth and inserted one finger at a time and I cleaned my arse juices and the kid’s load off his hand. Once his hand was clean, the kid came around and shoved his cock down my throat and ordered me to clean it. I was fucking loving this kid!

Scott withdrew his dick and Brian miked my cock as I whimpered and jerked n my bonds. I was spent. The four men wiped themselves and me down with the singlet and looked at me. I was flying - I always thought Brian decreased dosages as the night progressed but that was a huge slam. I’d find out later it was crystal and m-cat and my hole was pulsing with need.

“You enjoying this action?” Chris asked Aaron who, awestruck by what was happening, just mutely nodded his head yes…

Brian helped me out of the sling. I sagged against him, more from the chems than fatigue,. “One more round and then we can rest,” he promised. He gave me some Gatorade and water and had me stand in front of Aaron. I spent the next fifteen minutes worshipping every inch of this stud. I licked along his jaw as he had done to me, I feasted on his ripe pits and his sweaty dick, balls and crack. I laid down on the floor and he laid down with his feet positioned at my mouth. I licked and sucked each toe and licked and nibbled all the way to each heel and then back again. His feet were clean with a hint of foot sweat that was driving me wild. The kid was moaning.

Brian hauled me to my feet and fitted an electro butt plug up my arse and an expanding sound down my urethra. These were both connected to an electro box and the power turned on. He then fitted a ball stretcher that had two eyelets on the sides, presumably to attach weights. He then fitted two sets of nipple clamps - one to each tit - but left the other clamp of each set dangling by the wire down my torso. He then led me to a St Andrew’s Cross and fastened me to the beams. Last, but not least, he fitted a collar and attached the collar to the wall behind the cross. I was completely immobilised.

Aaron stared in awe.

“You want to try a small slam?” asked Chris.

“Fuck, yeah,” said Aaron - his cock lurching.

Scott walked up to Aaron and gave him a slam. It may have been small, but the kid was flying. It made him completely pliable and Chris motioned him to stand to one side of me. Soon, Aaron had a similar butt plug and sound and was moaning as the electro stimulation did its work. His low hangers were shoved through a similar ball stretcher and he was manoeuvred in front of me, facing me. he too was fitted with a collar and his arms were manacled to the cross, too. His collar was attached to mine, and our ball stretchers were attached to each other by a carabiner through each of the eyelets. Finally, Brian took the other end of the tit clamp on my right tit and attached it to Aaron’s right tit; and the same with the left. Aaron hissed as his tender nubs were brutalised by the clamp. Any movement each of us made would pull at the tits and balls of the other.

Chris gripped a handful of Aaron's hair, “See this slut?” he asked. “We are going to turn you into one just like him - tatts and all!” The kids eyes went wide.

 

 

Scott and Brian each had a paddle in their hands and in unison brought them down hard on Aaron’s vulnerable butt cheeks. Aaron let out a howl and started thrashing in his restraints, causing both our balls and tits to be mercilessly pulled…

 

[damsonffpig]

Fuckin awesome chapter, well worth the wait and great to see how your juices and been refreshed......fuck you got me really buzzing.....looking forward to the next chapter....Awesome writing 

[Guest grubbysubby]

Part 12...

Matt:

I was flying higher than I ever had before - that last slam had sent me into the stratosphere. I felt an alcohol swab being rubbed up over my nipples - in fact, all over my torso. Off to the side, I could hear packages being opened but I had no idea what they were. I was zoning in and out and I knew I was on the edge of my limit in terms of the amount of drugs I had consumed.

“Are you ready to take this up a notch?” asked Brian.

“Yes, sir,” I answered, trusting Brian completely.

“We’re better off on the bed,” was his reply and I felt myself being helped out of the sling. As I stood up, wave after wave hit me as the rush from the slams intensified. I could feel sweat pouring off me. I stumbled over to the bed and felt myself being restrained again.

I felt fingers pinching my flesh just along my rib cage and wondered what was going on. Suddenly, I knew what taking it up a notch meant as I felt a needle being drive into the sensitive flesh near my armpit. I knew I was helpless, bound as I was in the sling. 

“Breathe, cunt…” - the young guy. Clearly he had a sadistic edge. I’d later learn that he was a very well respected physiotherapist and specialised in dry-needling and loved to use it in kink play. He was totally qualified and knew what he was doing.

I felt needle after needle being inserted all the way up my torso. The sensation was incredible as the needle pierced the skin, was pushed a little way and then re-pierced the skin on its way out the other side. I knew that he was going fairly shallow which, even in my wired-off-my-face state was a relief. He had inserted six needles all the way from my armpit to just above my hip bone. He walked over to the other side of the bed. I thought I knew what was coming but he started just above my hip bone, then moved up half way, then back to the hip bone, then to the armpit etc., so that I never knew where the next needle would be inserted. He definitely had a sadistic streak in him.

I felt him move back to the side he had started on and start to gently manipulate the needles in my skin. Just the slightest movement made me wince. I felt him pinch the skin again and hissed as I felt a needle pierce my skin. As I could not see what was going on at the time, I did not quite know what he was doing; but a look at the pics later made me realise that he had inserted additional needles at right angles to the others so that I had six crosses all the way up along my torso. 

He walked to the other side and, again, I thought I knew what was coming. This time, however, he grasped one of my nipples and slowly pushed a needle through it. I gritted my teeth as I felt a bottle of amyl thrust under my nose. I took a good ten huffs of the poppers and felt myself fly higher than I already was. 

“Swallow this,” - the young guy again - as he pushed something in my mouth. “It’s MDMA,” he continued as I swallowed the capsule down. He placed three other needles through the same nipple, also in a cross formation, before moving to create the six crosses along my torso. The endorphins were fully released and I felt a sense of euphoria, heightened by the MDMA.

“Watch this,” he said and started to push on the crosses made by the needles all over my torso. The feeling was incredible as my body released more and more endorphins to cope with the sensation of pressure being applied to the needles. I had done needle play once before with Brian and this was certainly new territory for me.

I felt a hand grasp my dick. Oh fuck, no, I thought - he is going to stick a needle down my dick… I had had that experience once before and it was not something I really wanted to try again. I was relieved, instead, when I feel a ribbed sound being fed down my urethra. All the while, the young sadist was pressing down on the crosses created by the needles. I felt another presence next to me (I assumed it was Brian) and two sets of hands started to press on the needles randomly. I was going into sensory overload, and the third set of hands manipulating my balls and the sound down my dick was keeping me guessing.

All the hands left my body and I felt the group move away. After a minute or so of muted whispering, they came back. I knew what was coming. I felt hands start to jerk me off, again, with the sound still down my dick. I could feel the cum start to churn in my balls. In the meantime, I felt a set of hands near my hip bone and another near my armpit on the other side. Each set of needles making up a cross were rapidly removed from the piercing site and I let out a long, protracted moan as the sensations overwhelmed me. By the end, all I had left was the sound on my dick and four needles through each nipple. 

The sound was slowly withdrawn from my dick as a needle was equally slowly pulled from a nipple. I moaned and more poppers were thrust under my nose.

As the sound was reinserted, another needle was withdrawn and so it went with the sound being inserted down my urethra as a needle was pulled and then withdrawn for the next needle and so on. Each time, the needle was pulled from either the left or right nipple at random and I had no idea what was coming next from one moment to the next.

“You did well, slut,” said the young guy and I felt my body being wiped down. “One or two more games to go,” he said as I felt my restraints being untied and my hood removed.

Brian lay down next to me and caressed me, giving me some much needed TLC. I looked down at my torso and could see the angry red sites where the needle play had occurred. I lay back down and settled my breathing.

[damsonffpig]

Fuck yeah HOT.....awesome writing, you really got me buzzing too.........looking forward to see where you take this hot slut next.....

[Guest grubbysubby]

1 minute ago, damsonffpig said:

Fuck yeah HOT.....awesome writing, you really got me buzzing too.........looking forward to see where you take this hot slut next.....

 

Thanks, mate, you're my biggest fan!!!!

[Guest grubbysubby]

Part 13...

Brian:

I smoothed Matt’s sweat-soaked hair and held him as he shuddered and shook from the comedown of the massive endorphin rush he had just endured with the needle play.

I know that Mike, the young physiotherapist who had done the needle play before, wanted to give Matt a whipping, similar to what he had endured the first time we played. I was very conscious, though, that he was going to have a brutal comedown from the massive amounts of drugs we had given him and I did not want him too badly damaged…

At the same time, I knew I wanted to see Mike at work. Perhaps I should get him to work Aaron over. Perhaps that was the way to go.

I reached into my bag and made sure Matt ate a banana, a tub of yoghurt and I also grabbed him two 500ml Gatorades. I needed to make sure that he was nourished. Every time I wiped him down, he’d break out in a fresh sheen of sweat and I knew I had to get him into some A/C to cool him down. I walked over to Mike, “I think he’s almost done for the weekend, but I have another slut you can play with,” I said.

I reached for my phone and showed Mike some shots of Aaron and what we had done to him over the preceding day.

“Fuck, he is gorgeous,” Mike said. “How long till I can string him up and work on him with a single-tail?” he asked.

“Give me an hour and I’ll line him up. In the mean time, let’s play a little more with my toy…"

 

Matt:

I was totally blissed out but become more alert as I felt the restraints attached to my wrists once more. Brian lay on one side of me and the young guy - I had learned his name was Mike - lay on the other side.

Mike leaned in and gave me a long, lingering kiss. As we swapped spit for a while, I felt Brian start to caress my still hard cock. I was still leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Brian gathered some of the sticky sap in his fingers and rubbed them over my cock head making me groan. The constant kink over the past few hours had my gonads churning and I knew I would not last long.

I felt Brian slip a finger up my arse and massage my prostate. I thrashed and writhed as he brought me closer and closer to a heaving orgasm.

Brian took my turgid cock in his mouth and started to suck me off in earnest as he added a second and a third finger up my arse. All the while, he sucked me off, using his tongue to stimulate my cock to the maximum.

All the while, Mike continued to kiss me deeply, running his hands over my body.

Each time I was brought close to orgasm, Brian withdrew his fingers and stopped sucking me, leaving me in a funk of frustrated lust. I felt Brian spread my hole with his thumbs and start to lap at my hole, shoving his tongue deeper with each thrust. I was moaning and writhing, silently begging someone to jack me off.

I felt Mike reach for my cock and give me a few firm strokes. I thrust in and out of his hand as I felt orgasm approaching and moaned as I saw the sexual relief I craved rPIDLY approaching. Again, just as I neared the point of no return, he took his hands away.

This pattern continued for what felt like hours. I was nearly crying out of frustration. Finally, they redoubled their efforts and soon I felt an almost constant stream of cum erupt from my aching cock.

I was totally spent.

Brian slowly undid my restraints and led me to the shower. We cleaned up together and returned to the room.

Brian handed me a pair of leather shorts and a pair of boots to put on. 

It was our little ritual at the end of a play session and I knew my play time was over.

Brian, Mike and I hugged and kissed and felt each other up for a few more minutes.

“Back in 15,” said Brian as he led me out of the club.

[damsonffpig]

Fuck awesome, your keeping me wired too......Really loving the way this keeps developing and yes great climax for Brian, but ffuck awesome that Aaron is now being lined up too....fuck and all being filmed too....Awesome writing, great to see you back

[Guest grubbysubby]

Part 14:

Aaron:

I slowly opened my eyes - I had been out for ages. Where the fuck was I? I became aware of pain in my nipples and cock and looked down to see the piercings. I was also very aware of an aching in my hole. I was still pretty wired, and I lifted myself up to piss and find something to drink.

Damn, I was still as horny as fuck. I was thinking about heading back to Club 80 to see if there was a root I could find.

I was having a piss and absently running my hands through my pubes and sniffing my fingers (yeah, I know, weird habit!) when I heard a voice behind me, “Do you trust me?”

I spun around - there were Brian and Matt. Matt looked amazing - he had a tight pair of leather shorts that barely concealed anything and a pair of black leather boots. His flawless skin glowed and, although he looked really tired, he still looked incredible.

Brian had a pair of leather chaps, a harness, gauntlets on each arm, boots and a cap that made him look more like a master than I had ever seen anyone look before.

I stole a glance at Matt who slowly nodded his head up and down.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied to Brian.

He reached into a plastic bag and removed the sodden wrestling singlet.

“Put this on,” he ordered me.

My cock gave a mighty lurch as I struggled into the sodden garment. It smelled of piss and sweat but mostly it smelled of Matt and I was turned on immensely. 

“You’ll be ok?” Brian asked Matt, who nodded and started to prepare some refreshments for himself. Matt and Brian kissed and Brian led me into Club 80. We walked through the venue. I felt hands reach out and caress me; some were practically molesting me.

Eventually we came to a room with a sling, a bed and a St Andrews Cross. There was a young guy in the room - fuck, he was gorgeous. He unclipped the sling from the frame and positioned me in the middle. He then took the straps of the singlet off my shoulders and had me step out of the garment. He breathed in deeply, moaning in pleasure. “You should bottle this scent!” he said and threw the singlet into a corner.

He then secured me in the middle of the frame with my arms and legs spread-eagled. I was totally exposed.

“Did you get more of the same?” Brian asked the kid.

“Yeah, but first…” he reached into his pocket and produced a bottle of Coke and a capsule. “Some G and some MDMA” he said and placed them in my mouth. He was rubbing my body, pinching my nipples and jacking my cock. I was still sensitive from the piercings but the drugs were numbing the pain somewhat.

“He’ll be sore, so be gentle with the cock and the tits, Mike” instructed Brian. OK… so his name was Mike!

Mike walked up to me and hefted my cock in his left hand. With his right, he held what I assumed was quad mix in a syringe and proceeded to inject it into my dick. He then handed a smaller rig filled with red to Brian who inserted it into his veins and drew some more blood and then did the same to himself. He placed the rig in full view and started to attach pegs all the way up and down my torso. He avoided my tits and cock but the pegs still found their way to my chest, my balls, some of my shaft (which was now hardening), all the way up and down my arms, even down my legs. They were heavy duty and I was whimpering, even with the numbing effect of the G and the MDMA. Man, this was intense!

Mike and Brian then started to pull and prod at the pegs, making me wince and writhe in my bonds. I had started to stream a steady flow of pre-cum from my dick. It was forming a small puddle on the floor and a long sticky strand of it hung from my dick.

Mike slowly started to thread some string through holes in the pegs. I watched him do this, mesmerised and more than a little apprehensive.

Mike walked up to my right side with the rig and inspected my arms for a good vein.

“How much is in it?” asked Brian.

I saw Mike hold up his fingers just on the periphery of my vision. Brian let out a low whistle and said, “Fuck, yeah! It’s going to be hot!"

I have to say, this scared me, but my cock gave a lurch.

Mike handed Brian a riding crop and inserted the needle into a vein and registered easily. He depressed the plunger and I watched the blood slam being delivered into my bloodstream.

My whole world went fuzzy for a moment and I had a strong metallic taste in my mouth.

“Holy fucking shit,” I almost shouted. I knew it was a big slam but I also suspected that there was more than a little psychological enhancement to the slam given the blood mixed into the rig.

Brian and Mike stood in front of me and grippe the ends of the string. As my rushing hit a crescendo, they both pulled in unison, sending pegs scattering in all directions. I have to admit, I howled. The sensation was intense.

Brian and Mike immediately started to swat at the welts where the pegs had pulled my skin with the riding crops and I jerked and spasmed trying to get away.

I had started to stream sweat and my cock bounced up and down with my movements spraying pre-cum everywhere.

Brian disappeared from view and returned with a hand full of ice cubes which he and Mike proceeded to rub all over my torso.

The sensations were incredible and I was delirious with the horniness of it all - this was by far one of the best experiences I had had with pain play in my life. Fuck, I was turning into a pain pig!

[damsonffpig]

FFuck yeah really hot ...you have me buzzing again ...loving the quad mix injection too...so intense......can't wait to see how this develops....

[Guest grubbysubby]

Part 15...

Aaron:

I felt a butt plug nudging my arse and groaned as it filled me up. I was unsure of the size, but whoever was putting it in me was relentless and I felt my arse snap shut around the base. At the same time, I felt a sound being inserted n my urethra. The sound widened and then narrowed very quickly so that it remained in place like a plug. Very soon, I felt the familiar sensation of current being fed through both plugs and I realised that they were both electrified. I felt something being taped to the side of my mouth. “Say something,” Mike ordered me.

“Something,” I responded and felt the tingle though my cock and arse intensify a bit.

“Say '1, 2, 3' a little louder with each successive number,” - Mike again.

I did so and, again, the intensity of the electro stimulation seemed to increase with the volume of my voice. This could get interesting!

“I’ve adjusted it up,” said Brian, “Say 1, 2, 3, again,”

I complied - but even at a low volume, the stimulation was intense! Fuck! This was going to get wild!

“Say, ‘fuck’ loudly,”

“Fuck!” I shouted and instantly felt a massive pulse of electricity through my cock and arse.

“Jesus, fuck, that hurt!” I yelled and the stimulation continued. I gritted my teeth and groaned and breathed and willed myself not to make a noise. I had broken out in a fresh layer of sweat all over my body. I could smell the sweat from my pits. 

Mike retrieved the singlet and wiped me down. He then placed the garment over my head like a hood, bunched up the excess fabric and stuffed it into my mouth. I felt a gas mask being fitted over the top of the hood which gave me a sense of sensory deprivation in that I could not hear well and I could not see. The smell of the garment filled the mask.

Someone put a small piece of material into the filter of the gas mask and I recognised the smell of poppers instantly. Fuck me, this was pressing all of my buttons.

Then nothing happened for a few minutes. Even the shortest period of time truncates when you cannot see or hear.

Suddenly, my back exploded in pain. I had no idea at the time, but Mike was an expert with a single tail whip and was using it on my back. I shouted as much as my gag would allow but it was enough to stimulate the electro devices in my cock and arse via the microphone and I was soon writhing and thrashing in my bonds as the stimulation increased with each sound I made. I was breathing harder and harder which meant I was being fed more and more poppers. Through the massive head rush I was experiencing, I was able to bring my moans under control and grit my teeth. The electro slowly subsided and I stopped my thrashing. Of course, now the only stimulation I was receiving was the feeling of pain radiating from the site where the single tail had contacted my skin and I flexed and stretched to try and relieve the discomfort.

Crack! Another blow. This time, I managed to keep the sound to a minimum and only received a minimal pulse from the electro but I knew that this would not last and eventually I would cry out. I also knew that the longer I gritted my teeth and kept silent, the louder my scream would eventually be!

Mike kept a steady rhythm and I knew my back was likely criss crossed with welts. I was perspiring and breathing heavily. After ten blows I was yelling in the gas mask and my cock and arse were being e-stimmed relentlessly. The salt from my sweat was stinging the sites of the blows. I felt hands caress my back and I shuddered at the tenderness of the moment but also the discomfort that I felt as the fingers of my two torturers prodded my sensitive flesh.

“Do you want us to wash the sweat away, slut?”

“Yes, please, master,” I croaked - sending a fresh wave of electro stimulation through my cock and arse.

“You asked for it,” - Mike again.

I howled as I felt the liquid hit my tenderised flesh; Mike had a spray bottle and was spraying an alcohol solution into my skin. Again, I performed a dance as the alcohol caused me to yell and the electro stimulation sent wave after wave of pain through my cock and balls.

I got my breathing and yelling under control again and felt the crack of the whip against my skin again.

“Don’t break the skin,” I heard Brian say to Mike.

Jesus, that painful and they have not actually broken the skin! God help me if they ever do.

“You want us to stop whipping your back?” asked Mike. I nodded my head up and down.

Crack!

I felt a new wave of pain course through my body as I felt the whip strike my abs. I then felt the whip hit just below my armpits, all along the flesh from my pit down, all along my abdominals. Mike was very thorough but made sure he did not hit any part of me that might cause damage to kidneys and the like.

I felt a foreign object being drawn along my fresh whip marks and realised with horror that it was the alcohol spray again.

Soon, I could hear the tell tale “squishing” sound as the contents of the bottle were sprayed in the air and shouted as the liquid seared my tender flesh.

My arms were feeling really sore and I heard Brian ask if I was ready to lie down. Again, I nodded my head yes, and I felt my restraints being released and I was led to the bed. The gas mask and wrestling singlet were removed. I sucked in massive gulps of clean air. Off to the side, I could see Mike readying several packs of needles and he turned to the bed to restrain me once more. I felt panic rise up in me.

“I am not sure that that scene is for him,yet,” said Brian and I sagged with relief. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he led me to the showers.

Brian was very paternal as he lathered his hands and washed the accumulated sweat and grime from the scene I had just endured. He held and soothed me and whispered how proud he was of me and how he wanted to play regularly. I slowly felt tears well up inside of me as I realised that what had been missing between Chris and me was the tenderness and the aftercare.

Brian led me back to the room. Mike and his needles and single tail whip were nowhere to be seen. We lay on the bed and Brian kissed me deeply. “Lie back with your arms crossed behind your head and close your eyes,” he instructed.

As I lay there, he ran his tongue up and down my jaw, down to my armpits, to my nipples, down to my cock and balls. With his hands, he gently caressed my skin and I was lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

Soon, he engulfed my throbbing cock in his mouth and brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

He lubed his finger and inserted it in my arse and started some serious stimulation of my prostate. Soon I was writhing as his mouth and finger drove me closer and closer to the point of no return and, soon after, I shouted as I erupted in a massive orgasm. The cum sprayed everywhere.

Brian wiped me down and handed me a pair of leather shorts and boots similar to what Brian had been wearing and led me out of the club.

[Guest grubbysubby]

OK… so no idea how to bring this in to land! Hopefully, this suffices as an ending to this story! Thanks to those who commented and provided feedback. Thanks to those who provided likes and up-votes - they are appreciated!!! Thanks to those who read and enjoyed the story and apologies to those for whom the story did not develop as they would have preferred! Hopefully I’ll satisfy you next time!

 

Epilogue:

Matt:

I awoke to find Aaron sleeping soundly next to me. He looked peaceful and content and I hoped he had had a good weekend.

Brian came and stroked my hair and asked if he could speak to me.

He was dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt and I was the same. The BDSM weekend was over and we were just two regular gay dudes again - as I said, it was the key to the longevity of our relationship. And it always gave us the opportunity to restore the equilibrium in our relationship after an intense bondage weekend like we had just had.

We went to a coffee shop (not that one!) and had something to eat - it was already early afternoon on Sunday and I was ravenous. I had taken a few days off work for the following week and our intention was to head down the Victoria coast and have a few days of recovery before flying back to Brisbane.

There was a silence between us and we both blurted out at the same time, me with “What are we going to do about Aaron?” and Brian with, “I want to take Aaron with us down the coast and I would like him to come to Queensland, too.”

We looked at each other and had a long discussion about what it meant for us and what it meant for our relationship.

 

Brian:

I needed to make sure that Matty was comfortable with this, I already had a relationship with him and I wanted to make sure that I did not jeopardise that by introducing such an unknown into the mix. We talked over a long lunch and eventually agreed that Aaron would come to QLD with us but as a flatmate and friend - we would be unlikely to party with him again.

I took out my laptop and booked an extra room down the coast and a plane ticket for the flight to Brisbane.

We both exited the coffee shop to talk to Aaron. When we arrived back at the GateHouse, Aaron was just stirring awake.

 

Aaron:

I was just waking up when Brian and Matt arrived in the room. I was dreading this moment because I was hoping against hope that they would take me with them. I had no idea how the arrangement would work, but I was hopeful that I could at least get a fresh start in Brisbane.

They told me what they had discussed and I practically sagged back to the bed with relief. I broke out in a broad grin and gathered my belongings.

We checked out of the GateHouse and ordered ourselves an Uber to take us down the coast.

All the affectations of master/ slave and dominant/ sub had disappeared from the dynamic between Brian and Matt and I found myself warming to them as people rather than as particular roles within a scene.

Yes, this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!

[Monster5-8gPA]

Grubbysubby your epilogue brought it to the perfect ending that I hoped would happen! Bravo to you and your great writing! Looking forward to your next writing adventure for us!

a big THANK YOU!

[damsonffpig]

hey great writing, really loved Part 15 and especially the electro side....fuck hot...you got me wired again....

Love the epilogue and a great ending to the story.  Thanks.

 

Now cant wait for the next story.