I belonged to a very popular club for gay leathermen who held monthly bdsm play parties in a dungeon, by invitation only. Typically anywhere from twenty to over forty men would attend and participate. Leather gear was mandatory.
The monthly gatherings were awesome, filled with doms and subs horny for all types of sexual adventure. There were few rules other than being respectful and safe, plus consensual. Other than that it was a free for all of heated activities, bondage, whippings, blow jobs, fucking, spankings, and occasional watersports.
The dungeon was in the basement of a large house owned by a couple of gay men, in the inner city, ironically next door to a church. Once invited you would arrive, ring the bell, and someone would greet you and check your mailed invite. You'd encounter a core group of the same men each month yet often new guys attended as well. It always seemed to be a good mix of doms and subs, and I have no idea how that was accomplished. There was always a broad age range from hot, horny fresh early twenties guys to mature, frisky daddy types, almost always in top shape although not a requirement.
The first floor of the house was a social gathering space. You could cruise and fondle a guy, but rarely was there overtly open sexual activity. It was more relaxed and get to know the crowd, and potentially to lead or follow a man of interest downstairs, which was outside through a back garden, into the dungeon.
Once inside the first floor there was a coat check to leave your street clothes if you didn't wear your leathers, a place to change, a large lounge space beyond with sofas and chairs, a kitchen with drinks and snacks, plus a bathroom where a tub was located for a guy to sit in it and get pissed on, if desired. Many a potential urinal flow ended up on any guy in that tub.
The dungeon was incredible, a large room as you entered with slings, crosses, bondage equipment, metal rings embedded all over the walls. Off of it was a bunk room with several bunks and mattresses for whatever one wanted to do on a bed, although never for sleeping. The smell of many cum loads ejaculated there permeated the air.
Further back were a series of smaller rooms with prison cells, cages, benches with bondage gear, glory holes, stocks and more.
Generally it was on the dark side which added to the aura of the spaces along with really hot music to fuck by playing in the background, heavy base with a hard, heavy thump, thump, thump in most of it. It all set the tone. Sex was free and rampant throughout, couples or large orgies of men gathered to share the heat. I saw guys get bull whipped, caged, bound for any and all takers, or even gang fucked and tag teamed while bound and blindfolded in a sling. It was almost guaranteed if you entered the dungeon you wouldn't leave without some sexual encounter, if not several.
I came to dozens of parties there, and met some really hot men over many months, some becoming acquaintances or friends, and sometimes with followup sexual encounters at home.
I'll recount one of my favorite times of the many.
After arriving I typically wore chaps, a vest, harness and codpiece, engineer boots, cockring, and a right armband. My ass was always fully exposed and available. I shamlessly enjoy showing off the goods.
Getting a drink in the kitchen I saw two guys, of many, lounging on one of the sofas. The one guy was a hot leather daddy type, white hair, cropped beard, muscled and masculine with his legs sprawled wide open in front of him in tight leather pants, big throbbing bulge, boots, and nothing more. He sat in a very domineering position with his bare arms stretched out over the top of the sofa. Right next to him was a very handsome twenty something blond guy in tight leather shorts, boots, a tight leather short sleeve shirt and collar fondling and worshipping the other. His hands were all over the leather dad while licking and fondling the man's chest, nipples and armpits. The dad sat very nonchalant and composed taking it in.
I guess I stared long enough that the dad looked over to me, our eyes met, almost appearing to invite and beckon me over to join in and worship him too. I felt saliva in my mouth as my temptation was to kneel and lick his boots and work my way to his waiting leather encased dick, hoping for a dungeon invite. Yet, at that moment someone stood right in back of me, and while feeling his presence and breadth up close his hand grabbed my bare ass cheek hard. I shuddered but stood firm.
"That's a mighty fine ass you got there, boy", he leaned in an whispered in my right ear. "Thank you, Sir", I said back without looking or moving. "Yup, this ass deserves a workout, and I aim to provide it." I again said, "thank you, Sir". He turned me around, diverting my attention from the two men on the sofa, saying, "meet me downstairs later. I have plan for you. Look for me." "Yes, SIR", I said with a smile while looking directly into his eyes. My goodness, he was stunningly masculine and sexy, tall, striking blue eyes clad in full leather, head to foot.
Leather is an aphrodisiac for me, the look, smell, touch, sound and taste of it drives me wild with a man wearing it. Like poppers at my nose it turns me into a horny pig. This man wore it quite well, and my senses were indeed heightened.
He pushed me aside and walked away, yet my 'dance card' was activated for some hot activity.
I wandered around some, checking out the available men further, flirting.
Then I decided to go to the dungeon, so headed downstairs.
The dungeon was already a scene of extreme debauchery. Men bound, some in slings sucking cock while being fucked by another guy, some chained to a wall, a guy getting whipped, another brutally spanked. The sensual moans and groans filled the air. That atmosphere alone feeds on ths primeval need to release and engage.
Walking to one of the back rooms a very handsome thirty something guy, rugged and preppy like, was leaning against a wall. He wore boots, very tight revealing leather pants with an incredible bulge and a military jacket, crisp and well tailored. He looked so damn invitingly hot and anxious. As I began to walk by him he struck up a conversation. Quite friendly he said it was his first time and really didn't know what to do, how to engage.
Sweet, a novice .
I gave him some pointers and leaned in and gave him a very heated deep French kiss to break him in some. He sighed. Pulling him away from the wall I gave him a good slap on his ass and told him to go wander and find a man, or two... or more. He thanked me and wandered off toward the stockades. In retrospect I should have given him a preliminary blow job to heat him up.
Before too long I found myself in a leather sling, one guy licking and eating out my wide opened butt hole, another licking and even lightly chewing on my boot and a third face fucking me with an enormous thick rock hard dick making me gag and spew saliva down my chin and on the floor. The guy fucking my throat was ramming it hard and furious while calling me a "fucking whore". He wasn't wrong, as he also pinched and tugged my nipples. Then a fourth came, licked and sucked on my codpiece while sending me into ecstasy, ready to explode my load. Subs shouldn't shoot a load unless told to do so. I struggled to hold back, and I did.
After that episode I wandered around and found the man who grabbed my ass upstairs. He had a guy, naked, bound to a St. Andrews cross and whipping him while others watched. I stood so he could eventually see me. When he did, I smiled. He walked up to the guy he was whipping, turned the man's head, and kissed him. I heard him say, "time's up, bitch. Your replacement arrived."
He let the guy off the cross and while I observed the harsh red welts and whip marks on his back, I got called to the cross. He had me remove my vest and harness with the codpiece so I only wore chaps and boots, and the armband. He affixed a tight leather collar around my neck.
The man steadily fastened my wrists separated widely above my head to the tops of the wooden cross sections, while also licking my ears and neck, and then my ankles likewise to the base of the cross leaving me bare, exposed and spread wide open. It made me feel vulnerable and as I looked forward I saw a group of guys gather to watch.
After being bound and fully immobile my captor ran his hand firmly and steadily down my back, a sign of control, ownership and domination. I could feel his heated, hungry breadth on my naked body. Then I felt his hands grab my ass cheeks firmly and spread them apart. He carefully slid one finger into my exposed, twitching hole, then a second, and finally a third. He then shoved them into me hard making me flinch. Leaning into me he whispered in my ear, "I told you I wanted your ass!" "I have it". "You're mine now, bitch."
My cock was rock hard, sticking out and up between my legs, dripping precum. Everyone knew the score. No hiding it. I wanted it. Bad. One of the observers stepped in and wiped up some precum from the slit of my cockhead and pushed his fingers in my mouth to lick it off.
He stepped back, then silence and suddenly a hard whack of a whip across my bare back. It was intense, and I moaned.
My captor stepped up to me again and instructed me to count the lashes while saying "You must say, thank you, Sir. May I have more, please, Sir".
He stepped back and I got another hard lash across my back. I said, "one, Sir, thank you, Sir, may I have more, please, Sir". He yelled, "LOUDER, BITCH!" Another fierce whack across my back. Loudly I said, "TWO, SIR, THANK YOU, SIR, MAY I HAVE MORE, PLEASE, SIR!" The crowd watching giggled.
At the fifteenth lash I was feeling heat. But, I kept up my continual plea for more.
He then moved in to take a cat-o-nine tails and in rotation whacked it across my ass. I cringed. He walked up and said, "just some heat for your buttocks before I fuck it!" Again, three fingers shoved deep in my ass hole.
He unzipped his pants and rubbed his hard, firm cock into my ass crack. "Seems tight but certainly a nice ass on a bitch like you gets regular use". Turning to the observers he said, "right men? Want to join in?" I heard several agree in the affirmative.
"OK, let's get him into that sling over there and have at it." "I want his hole worn and used heavily, so tomorrow he remembers what he is, men."
Sure enough, I was released, bound in the sling and both fucked and face fucked multiple times over nearly an hour. That was after my captor fucked me hard and furious first, shooting his load deep in me. I lost track of the number of men after the seventh one. My hole and mouth were indeed very heavily used and sore.
My captor released me, heavily used, made me stand and jerk off for the guys who just used me, over and over, jeering me on as I jerked my engorged cock. Right when I was going to shoot the captor cupped his hand under my cock while I spewed ream after ream of thick, creamy cum. When I was finished and breathing heavily he whipped my load all over my face. "Let it dry and wear it home as your badge of courage, bitch."
"See ya, next month".
I gained my composure and went back upstairs. I grabbed my stuff and headed home, quite fulfilled that it was a very good party.
