I walked barefoot across the warm bitumen of the deserted industrial estate until I found Unit 16. Drawing a deep breath, I pressed the button and the door to the unit opened with a high-pitched buzz. I clicked it shut behind me and then immediately tried to open it to see what would happen - but it was locked tight with no obvious way to unlock it. Too fuckin' late to back out now. I was in a small room, illuminated by a solitary red bulb, with another door in the wall facing me. "What the fuck", I muttered to myself, then I peeled off my sweat-damp vest, dropped my boardies and stowed my kit in the banged-up locker. There was indeed a leather blindfold in there, and I put it on and secured it in place. I'm fuckin' commited now, I thought to myself.
As I waited naked in the dark, over-warm, stuffy chamber, the nerves started to build, but the blood flow to my cock slowly increased and before long it was a steel-hard bolt once more. I touched my piss slit and squeezed a drop of pre out, putting it to my tongue. I could feel the slick wetness between my asscheeks, a mix of sweat and the last of the Thug's spit and cum oozing from my hole. After the Thug fucked me hard, hot and raw without letting me cum, I didn't know how long I could last if someone else was going to have a go on me. A couple of strokes and I reckoned I might blow.
I heard the other door open and sensed a presence in the room. I heard breathing close to my ear and the person moved around me. I smelt man musk and sweat - fresh, not stale - then a firm grip on my neck pushed me through the door.
The concrete floor was wet beneath my dirty bare feet and I fet heat on my skin - I guessed there were space heaters in here, not that they were needed in this weather - and I broke out in a sweat immediately. I felt leather cuffs buckled to my wrists, linked by a chain, then my arms were hauled up and the chain hooked to something above my head, exposing my dripping pits and forcing me to stay fully upright. My ankles were cuffed and a spreader put between them. He carefully manipulated my cock and balls into a silicone cockring and ball stretcher - the stretcher was new to me, it wasn't an extreme one but the tightness was interesting. The feeling of exposure was scary but hot, and I struggled not to shoot at the feeling of his rough hands moving my hard dick and tight nuts around into position. I knew I needed to give in to what was happening and I just hoped I wasn't in some kind of sick torture or snuff setup.
He was behind me, kissing my neck then forcefully tonguing my ear while he reached around to pinch and twist my nipples. I squirmed and groaned. Then he was in front, gripping my beard and forcing my mouth open to receive his thick tongue and a long, slow, wet kiss. My cock was drooling as he moved to my pits and started to lick them with broad strokes, moving his way down my torso. Then his mouth engulfed my cock and I got three deep-throated sucks before he pulled off me. I groaned and bucked my hips and begged to be allowed to cum, but I knew it was way too soon for this dude.
I felt his fingers in my pits and he started to tickle. Holy fucking God, not that - soon I was twisting and laughing, trying to escape, but his fingers were in my pits and all down my ribs, digging mercilessly. After a while he paused and treated me to light taps from what felt like a leather riding crop on my torso, ass, legs, cock and balls, just enough to startle me and make me jerk and jump, not really hurt me. I sensed he isn't interested in pain - he had something else in mind. He followed up with 20 minutes of light swatting across my whole torso and legs with a cat-of-nine-tails before the tickling resumed.
By this time my whole body was slick and dripping, my body hair was matted, and residual fuck fluids were farting out of my well-used anus as I twisted and jerked on the chain. He must have noticed - he crouched behind me, gripped my hard fuzzy glutes and spread me wide before sliding a thick finger up my tunnel - it slipped in way too easily and made my rod twitch and leak. He slid his thick digit out and I heard a sound that suggested he had sucked his finger, presumably to test the nature of the juices in my hairy mancunt. I heard a muffled grunt of... what? Pleasure? Approval? He removed the ankle spreader and unhooked my arms, leading me across the wet puddled concrete floor to another part of the room.
I bumped up against a vinyl-covered platform like the ones used in gyms, about waist-high, and he helped me to mount it. On my knees, he pulled me back until my bare feet hung over the edge behind me and he buckled straps tightly over my calves and ankles. I felt him jump up onto the platform - he grabbed the chain connecting my wrists and hauled it up, connecting it to another ceiling hook so they were stretched above my head and my ass was pulled up off my heels. A thick, soft but firm leather bolster was wedged in behind my knees and chained firmly in place - it actually made the whole position relatively comfortable as my thighs rested on it, but it had the effect, due to the angle at which my arms are suspended, of making my ass stick out and my glutes naturally spread wide, exposing my wet oozing fuckhole to the warm, moist air. My thighs were then strapped firmly in position so I couldn’t raise myself off the bolster.
I heard him drag a stool up behind me and settle himself. He roughly cleaned the soles of my feet with a wet rag, making me twitch and squirm. There was a long, maddening pause, then I felt his broad, firm, wet tongue lap over my open cunt. I shuddered and moaned but I had virtually no way to move. He slid his wet tongue up through my open ring and into my chute, then locked his lips on my puffy pucker and sucked a bit while his tongue moved in and out. There wouldn't be much juice left up there anymore, but he probed around for what he could find. He gripped my ass and spread the cheeks even wider before grinding his chin bristles over my tender hole and slippery taint - "Fuck yeah!!!" escaped my mouth before I could stop it, and the Boss chuckled darkly. A few more licks then he got up. A minute later, cool water splashed over my back, feet and ass before the flow zeroed in on my hole and a hose was worked up my chute. My guts filled, he withdrew the hose - in this positiion I couldn't clench to keep it in, so I forced out a powerful stream of dirty water. Six more times he douched my fucktunnel. Then another pause, and he resumed his seat and started to rim me in earnest, tongue-fucking my ring and grinding what felt like a good few days of thick, rough stubble into my crack and taint, occasionally pulling back to spit on my hole and lube up the area for his mouth.
He was totally into ass-eating it seemed as he continued for ages, making my ringed and strapped tool drool cock-snot onto the platform. I felt his hands rest on my wet but clean bare feet and I twitched. Slowly he started to stroke my toes, my soles and arches with his short nails and I squirmed. Soon he was delivering a steady, unbroken tickling on my wet feet while the rimming never let up and I was laughing and moaning and squirming and, before long, begging him to stop. It was impossible for me to know how long he ate and tickled for, but it felt like at least 20-30 minutes and I was soon exhausted, suspended in position, cock leaking like mad.
Suddenly it stopped. I heard activity behind me as he moved around and dragged something heavy into position over the concrete floor. Something thin - a syringe? - slipped into my hole and I sensed cold lube being injected deep up inside my chute. After it withdrew, I clenched my abs and bore down like I was shitting - the lube oozed down from my rectum through my tunnel before starting to drip from my pulsing asshole. I felt the unmistakable sensation of a lubricated rubber dildo being positioned against my open slippery ring and maneuvered until the head popped in - it penetrated all too easily now, with no discomfort, only a spasm of anal pleasure. A second later a mechanical whirring began and the dildo, mounted on a fuck machine rod, started to piston in and out of my cunt in a smooth, steady rhythm, sliding remorselessly over my swollen prostate with each stroke. As the machine fucked me he returned his attention to tickling my feet for a few minutes before starting to lick and suck them enthusiastically, moving regularly from one to the other.
I can't lie, I was in heaven. With his fingers replaced by his tongue, the foot worship felt awesome, as did the relentless mechanical fucking. Then the foot play stopped and my groans were cut off as he climbed back on the platform and snogged me while stroking my desperate cock with a well-lubed fist. Thank fuck I thought, as I built towards an explosive orgasm. But he yanked his hand away and I realised what the next part of this game is. I cried out and begged to be allowed to cum, but a ball gag was strapped into my mouth before he proceeded to dig his fingers into my pits and ribs, delicately stroke my pecs and abdomen, apply feather-light touches to the underside of my cock and to its oozing glans. An occasional firm stroke or two to get me close, and then the torture continued. At times he left me alone, suspended, as the fuck machine solidly plugged away. Maybe he was having a fag, or texting, or taking photos with his phone, who knows? Then my feet got more attention for a while.
The session entered its final phase as a lubricated tube was snugly fitted onto my cock. A masturbation sleeve maybe? But I heard another motor power up and I realised it is something I'd read about but never seen, not even in porn - a milking machine. Holy fuck, it took about 5 seconds for my cock to respond to the rhythmic sucking action and my whole body spasmed with a powerful orgasm, making me scream around the ball gag. Did my cum shoot across the platform? Was it sucked up some tube into a container for later use? Who the fuck knows, I still couldn't see a damn thing.
Then horror dawned as I realised the milking machine wasn't stopping, not even slowing. The edging was over, now came the milking. I began to wish I hadn't read so many BSDM stories online as I realised what was happening. The Boss resumed his tickling, the fuck machine continued its remorseless shafting, the milking machine sucked my painfully sensitive shaft and head, and I started trying to beg him to stop, but all that came out around the ball gag was inarticulate gibbering and a steady drool of thick spit. Remarkably, my second orgasm followed quickly on the heels of the first, aided by a slight shift in my position which unexpecteldy increased the dildo's contact with my prostate, plus the Boss swapping fingers for mouth on my left foot. Racked with pleasure I went limp as the milker drained me, and still it didn't stop. Delerium washed over me as I wept from the tickling and sucking and roused only when - after God-knows how long - a fresh nearly-painful cumming washed through me, forcing a gutteral grunt from my throat.
I think I came another two times, each accompanied by a whimper, but I can't be sure. I was revived by the removal of the ball gag followed by repeated jets of the Boss' hot sweet cum on my face, head and beard, into my drooling mouth and down my chest. A few seconds later and streams of hot fragrant piss sprayed over my face and body. I realised the milking machine, though still on my softening cock, was turned off, and the fuck machine had slowed its shafting to a slow, almost teasing stroke. The Boss crouched down and placed the flat of his hand on my hard, wet, hairy abs and pressed firmly while I felt his mouth gently engulf my limp, exhausted cock - combined with the action of the fuck machine, it immediately made my bladder release and flood his hot wet mouth with piss. I could hear the Boss greedily drink some before spraying a mouthfull of my own piss into my face, allowing the rest of my flow to pool around my legs.
I felt the Boss clamber off the platform. A couple of minutes later, the fuck machine stopped and was withdrawn, and my ass was filled with an aching emptiness. The bolster was removed from behind my knees, the milker, cockring and ball-stretcher from my raw genitals, and my arms unhooked - I flopped bonelessly face down in a puddle of fluids on the platform as the Boss unstrapped my calves and ankles. With some care, he hauled me off the cube and gently deposited me on my back on the wet concrete, then he proceeded to hose me down. He directed a steady flow at my feet and legs, moving up to squirt my tender genitals and pubes, up my belly, chest and face. In response to his barked command I exposed my pits to the flow, then he ordered me to roll over - he hosed dowen my back and legs, then ordered me to spread my arse so he could rinse my trench. Once I was drenched but cool, again I was hauled up, an arm over his broad muscular, bare shoulder, and assisted back the way I came, dripping and aching. As I collapsed on the floor, he whispered in my ear - "rest boy" - before the door clicked shut behind me.
I did just that, recovering my strength and stretching my cramped muscles for at least 15 minutes, before removing the blindfold. Bathed in red light, I found a rough, worn but clean towel in the locker and dried myself off before getting dressed and opening the now unlocked door to the outside. Blinking in the light, I padded barefoot out into the sun. I checked that my phone and wallet were in my butt pocket and sighed with relief as I realised they were. I called an Uber.
I was so turned on by the whole ordeal it became my wank fuel 3-4 times a day. Even better, I got a text from the Thug confirming my debt was paid in full. My email inbox began to receive photos of me being used in the playroom - and then links to a full vid posted on PornHub and xHamster - I had no way of knowing but there had been another dude in the room at all times, filming the action. The Boss was in full view, he was a burly, muscular daddy type, heavily inked and wearing a half leather hood that left his stubbled jaw exposed. Starting in a chest harness, leather jock and boots, he'd lost the jock partway through the session, exposing a large, heavy-looking schlong I would have paid to have up my ass. The room was lit by a red light and I was relieved to say that, though my body was shown off to great effect, my face was largely obscured - you could tell I was shaven-headed and bearded but that was about it. Maybe if someone recognised my scattering of small random tatts, a lightbulb might go off, but it seemed unlikely. So the vid found its way into my wank bank.
Most interestingly, an email from the Boss arrived later, asking if I was up for more on-camera sub work. He’d set up the last session in a rush, having received the Thug’s call only an hour before I rocked up, so he could only wrangle one camera man and had to post it as an amateur shoot. He said he usually produced better quality porn and wanted to use me as a regular sub - he said I looked fucking hot and was a natural. £500 for a day’s filming, maybe more depending on how far I’m willing to go and what I’m willing to do or have done to me. He could promise all kinds of regular work if I agreed to show my face - including more mainstream gay, bi and straight stuff - but I’d need to bring in ID and sign a model release for each scene. If I really need to stay masked he could still use me every month or two for hardcore BDSM or kink shoots where I could be fitted with a hood. He said he ran his shoots with a small crew: He doesn't usually perform on camera like he did with me, so as well as him directing the action there would be another scene partner or partners, two camera men, two technicians and a runner at the shoot to help with equipment, lighting, ropes and anything else that needed doing.
Intrigued, I told him I’d get back to him. I mulled it over endlessly until I decided that I’d really like to try it, more as a remunerative hobby, as long as it kept being fun and my identity was hidden, and as long as I needed the money. The next day I called the Boss back and told him I was up for it, hooded for now. I could hear the broad grin in his voice as we started to talk limits.
TO BE CONTINUED...
