Clothing is Not Optional (Load 1)
The car pulled up in record time. Lt. Rob was driving and Master Sam instructed me to sit in the back with him.
We climbed in the back seat and I started to buckle my seat belt on the opposite side of the seat from him. “No need for that”, he casually mentioned. “I want you naked, with my cock in your mouth for the entire ride to the hotel. You won’t be able to do that if you’re belted in way over there. And if I don’t cum before we get there, you’ll be punished. Now get those clothes off, you won’t need them for the next 48 hours.”
“NOW!” he bellowed.
Once I got naked, Sir looked me up and down. “Damn, boy, I knew you had a thick cock, but that’s fucking ridiculous. Too bad it won’t get much action this weekend though. We’re more interested in your holes, right Lt.?
“Fuck yeah, sir”, he replied with a smile.
Master Sam pulled me over to him and firmly guided my head down to his cock. “It’s a half hour to the hotel. I want to cum just as we’re pulling up to the hotel, is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir”, I gamely replied, totally unaware how I’d pull this off.
By this time, he’d pulled his cock out of his pants and displayed the most beautifully long, veiny cock I’d ever seen. Cut, throbbing head, with just a glimmer of pre-cum on the tip. I didn’t want to go too fast so I respectfully kissed and licked the tip of his cock before losing my self-control and swallowing it hole.
As I devoured him, he spoke quietly, ignoring the fact I was vigorously deep throating him, “Listen closely Thomas, here’s how the next few days are going down. I’ve been clear with you about my expectations, and you came anyway, so you shouldn’t be surprised by anything I tell you now. You’ll spend the majority of time in the hotel suite; we haven’t decided yet if you will have any outings with us. Lt. Rob and I have been saving our cum for a week. You should get your first taste in just a few minutes. Hope you’re hungry.”
He seemed to be waiting for a response, so I did my best with my mouth full, “Mmmmthankyoufir”.
“And like I told you earlier, you will also owe complete submission to Lt. Rob who is an expert in discipline, bondage, and punishment. And finally, you will be shared with our friends, and we expect you to make us proud.”
“Offfffcorththir…” was the best I could do.
“Good, because I showed my friends your pics, and they’re fucking ravenous. You work out hard and it shows. They all want a piece of you...take a bitch like you down a notch or two”.
A long groan was all I could eek out. This exchange had me rock hard already. Two skilled BDSM experts—and their friends—are hungry to use me, humiliate me. Fuck, this was hot.
However, the next exchange came as a complete surprise. Squeezing my throbbing cock with his fist, he said, “There’s something else you need to be prepared for. You will not be allowed to cum your entire visit here unless I say so. We will keep you on the edge for the next 48 hours. You will beg us to cum, but we won’t let you.” He pulled my face up to look at him and then slapped me across the face, “Boys like you…the longer you’re denied, the sluttier you become.”
The slap was incredibly arousing, but the message came as an unwelcome surprise. I’ve tried edging many times, but with little success. Not cumming for the full 48 hours was going to be extremely challenging, if not impossible.
I continued to work hard on Sir’s cock, loving every minute of licking, sucking, and teasing. If this was any indication of the next 48 hours, I was a happy camper.
“How close, Lt.?” Sir asked.
“We’re about 10 minutes out”, Lt. replied.
Lowering his head to address me, he said, “You know what to do, get to work. I want to cum as we’re pulling in.”
Sir was stretched across the back seat with his legs spread and I climbed as best I could between his legs. I felt like a hooker that they’d picked up on the street who wouldn’t get paid if I didn’t make my john cum. Damn it was hot. Minutes passed and I could feel my work doing its job. Sir pulled my head into him, not letting me breathe. I knew he was close, and just as we made the turn onto the street where the hotel was, he erupted in my mouth and all over my face. The taste of his cum was perfect…hot, creamy, salty, and slightly sweet. If this was my diet for the next 48 hours, I’d be just fine.
Sir pushed me away and buckled his pants just as we pulled up to the valet. I came to my senses and realized I was still nude with obvious remnants of cum on my face as my door was about to be opened by a valet.
“Don’t worry, boy”, Sir said, “This is a special entrance to the hotel. They’re used to seeing sluts like you. Get out of the car the way you are. We have a special elevator to our suite.”
WTF I thought to myself. I’m nude, rock hard, have ropes of cum dripping down my cheeks and I’m walking into a hotel elevator? But I wasn’t given a choice. Sir, Lt., and the valets moved with startling efficiency and nonchalance. They whisked me into the elevator, still nude and completely taken back.
Our time in the elevator gave me the first opportunity to really see Lt. Rob. If Master Sam was tall and gorgeous, Lt. Rob was pure muscle. A bit shorter than me at 5’9”, he radiated power. Dark skinned, black, curly hair, and extremely tight t-shirt and jeans. A gym bro with a menacing edge, he glared at me, daring me to break eye contact and had an ominous presence which only added to the tension. I began to wonder if this was going to be good cop/bad cop situation. Master Sam my nurturing mentor and Lt. Rob the unforgiving disciplinarian. I’d find out soon enough.
Lt. led us up the elevator to the suite, and as he unlocked it with his key card, he shoved it in his pocket and said with a sneer, “You won’t be needing one of these”, obviously referring to my captivity.
Sir and Lt. walked into the suite first, and I quickly followed. The first room was a spacious living room/sitting room which appeared to have some of the furniture cleared from the middle of the room. Curious as to why, I looked up to the ceiling above the empty space and saw two D-rings prominently attached to the ceiling, about 7' apart. Another signal this was really happening.
Giving me little time to assess my new surroundings, Sir opened the door to the bedroom and ordered, “Follow me.”
With my heart beating about 150 beats/minute, I slowly entered the spacious, darkened room which appeared to have been transformed into a dungeon. The windows had been blacked out so it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. As they did, I could see a dresser covered with what appeared to be sex toys…dildos, floggers, CBT devices, harnesses, restraints, and more. Looking to the massive bed I could see it was neatly made and had ropes attached from each corner of the mattress, waiting for their victim. Most ominously was a strap originating from the foot of the bed stretching up to about where the victim’s waist would be. Also, prominently displayed was something I’d long fantasized about….a leather sling…silently waiting.
“This will be your home for the next two days”, Sir said quietly. “Typically I’d say, ‘You should be quite comfortable here’, but ‘comfortable’ is the last thing you’ll be”, he said threateningly.
My conversation with Raymond from the hotel began to make sense. This suite was clearly equipped to be a BDSM suite. I’d seen them online at gay hotels, but didn’t know they existed at mainstream hotels.
I stood motionless, waiting for instruction. I had surrendered my free will and was ready to face the music. Sir and Lt. walked back into the sitting room. I stood in the bedroom/dungeon waiting for instructions when Sir said from the other room, “Get in here now”.
This was really happening. With my heart in my throat and barely able to breathe, I stood in the middle of the room wanting to cross my hands to hide my fully erect cock but thought better of that and crossed them behind my back, fully exposing myself. Sir smiled, gave my cock a slap with his open hand, and turned to Lt, “I told you our boy was thick. We’re gonna have lots of fun with that.” Turning to me added sternly, “But remember, it's for our pleasure, not yours. You cum and the fun is over”.
He paused to make sure I heard him and then, looking at the center of the room, ordered, “Kneel down, boy”. As I started to, he looked at Lt. and asked, “Should we give him a pillow? He’ll be down there awhile.”
“Yeah”, responded Lt. “Let’s go easy on him to get him warmed up.” Lt. found a cushion and slid it under my knees so I could more comfortably kneel. Then he got to work. He came up from behind me and secured my wrists to one another behind my back leaving my wrists bound and forearms parallel to the floor. It was clear I wasn’t going anywhere. They had full control.
Although my arms were secured in a potentially awkward position, they were surprisingly comfortable bound behind my back. “You’re lucky Lt. Rob is so knowledgeable in bondage toys.” As he continued, Lt. reached for a thin rope and wrapped it tightly around the base of my erect cock and balls. Sir continued, “Lt. Rob was a sub, so he knows the precise intersection of pleasure and pain. You’re fortunate to have him with us for the next two days”. When the rope was fully secured around my engorged cock, Lt. brought out a step stool to tie the two ends of the rope securing my cock to the two D-rings in the ceiling. Once completed, the base of my cock and balls were being pulled by a tight rope to the ceiling.
Next, he squatted down behind me, ordered me to spread my legs and, from behind, tied another strand of rope around my ball sack. Once he again achieved that precision point between pleasure and pain, he pulled the rope back and up between my legs and secured it to the restraint behind my back which held my wrists in place.
This resulted in me on my knees, my wrists bound behind my back, my cock pulled to the ceiling and my balls pulled up to my wrists behind me. Sir continued, “See what I mean Thomas? Look what a good job the Lt. has done, just in our first few minutes together. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I was nearly speechless. Just this side of pain, but complete bliss. All I could do was muster, “Yes, sir, Lt. Rob is extremely skilled. I’m honored to be his subject.”
“Good answer, boy,” Sir responded.
With me in an incredibly vulnerable position and unable to move without causing significant discomfort to my cock and/or balls, Sir and Lt. stood back to inspect their merchandise.
“Don’t you just love seeing a muscled stud like Thomas being put in his place?” Sir asked Lt.
“Fuck yeah”, responded Lt. “This sexy CEO daddy thought he was all that. Look at him now. Tied up. Cock dripping like a faucet. Balls stretched to hell and back. And he loves it. What a fucking faggot.”
I continued to stare at the floor, totally turned on by the humiliation. To be degraded like that was inconceivable, yet immensely arousing. Completely in the moment, I then heard Sir say, “Look up at the TV screen, Thomas. See firsthand what a slut you are.”
I looked up and was shocked to see a live video of us on the TV screen. Me, bound and rock hard, like a scene out of a porn video. I was speechless. Was this blackmail? Or something worse? Despite the very real threat, the visual of me in this state only made me hornier.
“Pretty clever, isn’t it Thomas? Lt. and I and our guests will get to watch you get worked over live as it happens. There are cameras throughout the suite so we’ll get the action from every angle. If you’re a good boy, we’ll let you watch occasionally too, like right now.”
I had to ask, “Sir, I didn’t agree to be filmed. Please tell me this video will go nowhere.”
“Don’t worry Thomas. I have no intention of exposing you, but this is my insurance policy you don’t do anything stupid. It’s going to get rough the next couple days. I don’t want any whining from you to anyone on the outside about being held captive or bullshit like that. Understand?”
With a sigh of relief, I simply sighed, “Of course sir. Thank you.”
“Now, back to business; Lt. has one more surprise for you.” Lt. had walked into the dungeon to and came back and knelt on front of me again. He opened his fist and displayed a thin gold band with a small metal sphere at one point along the circle. “This is a glans ring, in case you’ve never seen one”, said Lt. As he spoke, he grabbed my cock and uncomfortably forced the ring around the base of my swollen mushroom head leaving the small orb lodged in my frenulum, that incredibly sensitive spot under my glans and piss slit. I didn’t think my cock could be more engorged, but the ring pulled my piss slit apart and seemed to increase the blood flow to the head of my cock and keep it there.
Once it was in place, Lt. squirted some lube on his hand on and slowly began to stroke my cock, placing special emphasis on the head where the glans ring was placed. “Ohhhhh fuck....fuck...fuck…” was all I could utter.
“Remember, no cumming!” barked Sir.
“Please sir,” I begged, “That already feels so good. Please Sir.”
Ignoring my pleas, Lt. began to edge me with my only response was to moan and beg him to stop.
Lt. closed his well lubed fist around my cock and began stroking from my balls to the tip. “Look how our boy is leaking! He’s like a fucking faucet”, he said in a mocking tone. Lt. was a professional edger. He repeatedly took me right to the edge, and then at the exact right moment, pulled away.
“Please sir”, I begged, “that feels so good. I’m so close…”
The feeling was exquisite. So close to cumming, but once there, denied. There’s no word in the English language that describes the intensity of cum denial. It’s a pleasure so extreme it becomes intolerable.
His edging torture continued for an eternity. I was dripping with sweat and begging him to stop. “PLEASE LT. PLEASE STOP OR I’LL CUM!” I whimpered.
The feeling of his greased palm and fist surrounding my cock was taking me to another planet. Knowing the weekend would be over if I came, I began to cry and pleaded with him to stop. The only thing saving me was the glans ring with the orb lodged in my frenulum. If that sensitive spot had been exposed to Lt.’s warm, unrelenting grip, I wouldn’t have lasted.
I caught the tortured look on my face on the video screen and my face was so contorted it may have been what prompted Sir to call Lt. off. “Ok, Lt.”, he laughed. “Good start, but I think our boy needs a rest.” Then looking at me, he added, “Get used to it, Thomas, we’re just warming you up.”
After I regained my composure, Lt. got up, stepped behind me, grabbed my cock from behind and pulled it down toward the floor and backward between my legs, as far as it would go. “This feel as good?” he asked mockingly.
I have one of those cocks that, when hard, points straight to the ceiling, parallel to my torso. Even pulling it perpendicular to my body is uncomfortable. Lt. was pulling it backward, which while nearly excruciating, was strangely erotic.
“Oh fuck, Sir,” I responded now to Lt. “Fuck Sir…fuck…” was all I could find to say. I was losing my mind.
"Ok," Sir instructed. "Let's take a break".
Once the session was over they watched me struggle to regain my composure. After they were assured I'd survived Sir went to the restroom. When he returned he turned to Lt., “They didn’t bring the extra towels we requested. Could you please call downstairs and have Jamal bring up two additional sets of towels?”
“No problem, Sam” Lt. responded and quickly made the call asking specifically for Jamal to make the delivery. It sounded from my end like they asked if anyone on the staff could run up the towels, but Lt. insisted it be Jamal.
While I knelt in my restrained, humiliating position, Sir and Lt. relaxed and got themselves a beer and, before long, there was a knock at the door. Lt. jumped up to get it and made a point of opening it wide and asked Jamal to bring the towels into the bathroom.
To do that, Jamal would have to walk right past me, practically trip over me, as I was kneeling nude and restrained in the middle of the room. Knowing my place, I simply stared at the floor, but I could sense Jamal’s cocky amusement. It now made sense to me why Lt. had insisted that Jamal deliver the towels. He was in on it. In fact, I remembered being told to speak to Raymond when I made the reservation…he was in on it as well. Who else from the hotel was part of the plan?
After returning from the bathroom, Sir asked Lt. if he had any cash for a tip. The conversation sounded comically rehearsed…
“Rob, do you happen to have any cash for a tip for Jamal?
“Sorry Sam, I don’t. I rarely carry cash anymore.”
“Damn, Jamal got here so fast, I think we owe him a tip. What will we do?” he asked with his voice travelling directly in my direction.
The silence was deafening but I could feel three pairs of eyeballs peering down at me. What went through my mind was something Sir wrote in his email: You will be shared with my friends, possibly several. Or put less delicately, you will be whored out.
I knew what I had to do. “I can take care of the tip Sirs. I don’t have any cash, but I can take care of it in other ways.”
Wasting no time, Jamal stepped in front of me, and said, “Look at me boy”. I lifted my eyes and saw an incredibly handsome young black man, in tight black pants and white shirt, with short sleeves hugging his massive biceps. “You want this?” he asked, looking down at the growing bulge in his pants. “What do you say?”
Looking up at him, straight in his eyes, I pleaded in my best slut voice, “Please sir, may I suck your cock?”
“Ahhhh, I don’t think so, bitch. You don’t seem very hungry for it.”
Clearly I needed to amp up the enthusiasm if I’d be rewarded with my second helping of cum that day. “Please sir, I want your thick black cock in my mouth. I would be honored to swallow every drop of your load. PLEASE sir.”
“Now that’s more like it, bitch”, he relented.
He stepped away from me to get completely undressed, then walked back for me to witness a massively thick, 9” cock, quickly hardening and coming at me like a missile.
He grabbed my head on both sides and pulled my head up to face him and said, “Open up, I’ll get you started” and spit directly into my open mouth.
He slapped me three times across the face with his cock, each one harder than the one before, and said, “Get going bitch.”
Damn, I thought to myself. This just keeps getting better and better.
