A Risky Return to Sin City

I am unstrapped from the bench, gag removed, cuff from behind with standard handcuffs and moved over to the horizontal St Andrews Cross. The walk being very odd and awkward as my butt certainly had not fully recovered and still felt wide open. At the cross I am securely fastened to it with leather straps that cross my ankles, just below my knees, across my thighs, my hips, my stomach, across my lower and upper chest, over my neck, and across the bridge of my nose; all buckled tight. I cannot move.  The cross sits on five legs, supporting the center and one on each of the extensions. It holds me flat at about a height of four feet.

It is now time to learn the skills of the second new master. He gets right to it. His attention is directed to my dick. He uses the key to unlock the cage and removes it. I enjoy my freedom. I’m placid, but not for long as he begins to fondle, stroke, and massage me. He has gentle, wonderful soft yet strong hands. It feels so nice. I push against my restraints, but not in pain, but to add to my quickly rising exhilaration. I like being bound. He works me for a few minutes when he wraps his hand around my shaft, pumps it a few times and then with his other hand pushes something into the tip of my slit. There is a sensation of something cold being squeezed down my urethra. I recognize it from a memory of San Diego. My tube is being lubed. It’s a weird sensation, one of being stopped up.

My dick is grasped again, and I know what’s coming. A sounding. This will be my second time. I’m a little excited, my first experience was positive. While my binds keep me from watching, I can feel a rod being inserted into my tip, in a kind of slow darting action. Slowly inserted for about three quarters of an inch and then withdrawn. Then in again and withdrawn. I’m being sized. This goes on for a few minutes as he determines what rod he will fully run down my pee tube. As the fondling has momentarily stopped, I am only semi-solid. This will soon change.

I am now being well lubed on the outside with a pleasant cream and my balls and cock again messaged. Ahhhhh, wonderful. Servitude isn’t supposed to feel this good. And while his one hand works me, I feel his other hand at my dick head again. I know what’s coming. My slit is being spread open, and I sense a rod is being inserted. This time it is being pushed slightly harder, I feel like I am opening up, my slit feels forced yet accepting, if that makes any sense, then there’s withdrawal. More fondling and then a push again. I don’t know how to resist or push it back; not sure I want to. No pain, it’s just a nice crazy sensation, pleasurable but in a weird way. I can tell whatever is going into my dick is being pushed very slowly. It’s then pulled back, but not out, then slowly forward again. My dick feels like it is getting hard, one hand seems to be pushing and pulling what feels like a hard smooth stick into me while the other glides over and around my dick and balls. Extra lotion is applied to my balls, it’s cold, tingling and slippery, allowing effortless movement over them and my member. Heaven. Ohhhhhhhh. I even feel my previously wide-open butthole puckering up. And the stick slides back out a little, then moves forward deeper. I can’t judge the distance. Amazed there is no pain, no burning. Feels maybe a little itchy, maybe not. And I can’t move, I am completely immobile, I’m consciously straining at my bonds, I want to see, I can’t. All I can do is concentrate on the feelings. I love this.

I have an intruder in me, but the mind and body both seem to be OK with it, inviting the violation. Still a feeling of coldness, not sure if the stick is cold or I’m just shivering down there from the actions taking place. No, sounds are typically surgical steel, that must be why it’s cold. Whatever, while it feels strange, it’s good, I’m having a combined feeling of anxiousness and joy. Just like I did last time. Stroking my dick and balls adds to the current bound jubilation. Further in, and further in. With every gain a little retreat, then a march forward. The stimulation is amazing. Further in it travels, goodness, how long is this thing? I think it has journeyed longer than the length of my dick.

I have so little experience with sounding, just once before. It’s mainly putting a stick in your dick. The ones I see online look like elegant, sometimes straight sometimes slightly curved, rounded piece of steel with a small tapering bulge at the insertion end. Some have bumps, the one in me doesn’t feel like it has them. Don’t know if this one is straight or curved.  I remember from online sex toy advertisements that they come in kits and are about five to seven inches long and with different thicknesses. Well, I know I’m not seven inches long so that thing must be headed inside of me, not sure where it will end. Still no pain. I seem to be accepting it. My dick seems to be getting more and more erect. 

It then feels like the palm of the hand that is pushing the sound is cupping around my dick head gently tapping on the sound. It must be all the way in. Still no pain. Still feels funny, exhilarating. Must be a little sticking out as I feel what seems like a finger and a thumb resting on my dick head and jiggling the rod ever so slightly up and down my tube. That causes even wilder sensations. My breath is taken away as a vibrater has been added to the mix. It is resting on the head of my dick pressing against the sound, I’m being vibrated all the way down to my balls from the inside while being masturbated outside by a wizard.

I feel like I have only been this hard once before and that was the last time I experienced a sounding. I don’t understand why men don’t do this all the time, it’s incredible. I must get the wife to do this, it should be just as great even if I am not tied down, I hope. The intensity of both the inside and outside actions are more than my body can handle. I beg to be allowed to cum. OOOOOOhhhh, the answer to my plea is someone flogging my inter-thighs. The pain/pleasure is making my whole-body tremble then spasm. He quickens his tempo, and my cock tries to shoot its load, my body is uncontrollably climaxing, but true ejaculation is being denied as the rod is being held firmly in me as it is vibrated and allows nothing to pass. It’s a feeling and result I can’t begin to describe. It was one of the strongest orgasms I have ever experienced yet it was all internal. Can cum back up into testicles?

And as my body just shakes in its bonds, he abruptly stops along with the flogging, withdraws the rod and leaves me. I feel my once rock-hard dick shrink down, spent and free now to dribble out its once contained ejaculation. A mix of relief, frustration and disappointment. The euphoria is rapidly fading.