A Risky Return to Sin City

I had just finished getting a beer for one of the Doms when DR. D called for me to follow him. We enter the dungeon where he undid my waitress tie which was a welcome relief. Any restraint position wears on you after a while. Freedom was short lived as I was placed in my irons again, neck, wrists and ankles, hands in front. I was then escorted over to the back side of the play area. I recalled that on my first trip during my initial tour of the dungeon noticing doors on the wall near the dining table. The table is where I would write in my daily journal entries on the computer. I assumed, wrongly, that these were closets. We are heading to the doors, first stopping at the table. There my dick is covered in electro-lube, and I am outfitted with a plastic cock chastity device which is locked in place. Noticeable and alarming are the electrical leads attached to the plastic shell which contains my penis. A belt is put around my waist, locked in place, where a small electro-power box is attached to the belt unreachable behind me with my cuffed hands. With the punishment device in place, his next task is inserting a smear of lube into my asshole. I am then pushed towards the wall.

The middle door is open, behind it is a very narrow room, three feet wide, maybe less, yet it is deep. I was told to enter. It was lit by soft red light. In the dimness I see that I will not be alone in this narrow space. My lady friend is here, and she is similarly bound in irons, hers chrome plated, and she is otherwise naked, as am I. Looking around, I noticed the walls appear to be plastic covered. There are also multiple round holes on each side with a rubber grommet protecting each opening, maybe two inches in diameter.

“You know what this is?” I am asked. I offer no reply, but a follow-up statement immediately comes “You better service whatever comes through the holes, understand? If not…” and my dick is shocked hard, buckling my knees. Apparently, he was directing his comments to both of us, as she a moment later cried out in anguish, also being shocked. “You both have your own holes to work”. Tapping the wall on the right with his hand he adds, “This wall is for your mouth. Take all that you are given. Use your hands to help make it good. Swallow. Your cock will suffer if you don’t and your pussy my dear will suffer if you don’t. You both use your ass on anything offered on the other wall. Push hard against the wall to accept the cocks, if they are coming in that way, they will already be hard. Then you do the work, thrusting against the wall, pulling back, then thrusting again, don’t make my guests have to work to be pleasured. And don’t dare let it slip out till they are done. Got it?” I quickly answer, “Yes, Sir.” And so does she. It was the first time I heard her voice. Timid and sweet. The door is closed and locked.

There was no rush or urgency for them. We were left to stew and ponder as we waited. Neither of us daring to talk to each other. I have no idea of how long it was, surely a good fifteen to twenty minutes before my penis was lightly buzzed to get my attention and focus and I heard a door open and closed. Soon an erect cock appears in the mouth hole in front of me. It is my duty to get down on my knees and service it. I did. I’ve been learning how to give a good blow job. I don’t like it. I still get nothing out of it. And swallowing someone’s jizz is disgusting, nauseating. But I concentrate on the subservient element. The fact that my wrists, ankles and neck have wide metal cuffs connected to chains binding me in a locked in a room with no escape, my dick caged and wired to be tortured at any moment, completely out of my control provide the sexual turn-on, the excitement to suck, lick and fondle the anonymous dick I’ve been ‘forced’ to service.

It is different only having the dick shaft poking through the hole with no balls to work with, and not as much length. However, there is so many nerve endings on the dick head that I am driving this cock wild. I can feel his body pounding against the wall as he tries to give me as much of his cock as he can. I will get him there in a short amount of time. He explodes unexpectedly in my mouth as I suck and lick his cock head. He has more of a load than I anticipated and I almost gag trying to handle it all as he pulses uncontrollably, my lips sealed tight around his shaft, gripping him to slow his movement. I get control of my own reflex and swallow deeply. Switching to licking him clean, trying not to think about what is traveling down my throat and to my stomach. I have satisfied one. Did it without getting zapped. How many more would I need to do? I know there will be more, this is too elaborate of a set up to service just one.

I am on my second cock when she gets her first. I know most if not all the guys here are gay, but when you are sticking your dick in a hole to be sucked by an anonymous mouth, does it matter if it is by another male or a female? I’m sure she is more practice at blow jobs then me.

My third visitor takes the backdoor, both literally and figurately. This is awkward and difficult to do. Especially aligning and getting the initial penetration into me. I use my hand against the other wall for leverage in my thrusts. She seems to be taking one in the ass at the same time. That thought gives me some pleasure even as I concentrate on my work.

I wonder if she is just servicing her mate, and he is enjoying both ends of her. The thought is wrong, as she is now servicing two simultaneously. I haven’t had to do that. The room we are in was designed to do two at a time from each end, but it isn’t easy from the contorting and stretching she is forced to do to get them both satisfied. I hear her gagging at times as she goes too deep while rebounding from a butt thrust. She is twice shocked, letting out a yelp as she continues. I’m without anyone as she is doubling so I can glance over and watch. Fantastic.

I don’t know how many we each did, I had two up the ass and I know they were different people based on size. My mouth had maybe five, with three shooting their loads, two didn’t, but not for lack of effort on my part. Not sure how many boys my friend did, probably about the same number, we were busy at times. I think they like her work better. You can hear their moans and shouts of delight through the walls. Makes sense, she is probably much more skilled at both ends. It would have been nice to find out for myself, she is a hot little bound plaything.