A Risky Return to Sin City

As an aside, my wife has been on sabbatical from her teaching position since the end of the past school year to enable her to complete her chemistry doctorate.  As part of her studies, during the Fall of 2024 she would be in Europe, attending a well-known university for a semester as a visiting researcher, conducting experiments to support her doctorate thesis.

This coincided with DR. D and Sir Michael coming to rental terms resulting in me being leased to DR. D from Friday September 6 to Sunday September 8, 2024, for the fee of one dollar. This weekend was selected because it would occur early on during my wife’s time away, leaving enough time in case a second leasing period of me was sought before she returned. So now, for at least one weekend, I would belong to DR. D to be bound and used as he saw fit as permitted by what is now ‘our contract’.

I arrange my flights and time away. As it was not unusual for me to be traveling, my trip would raise no questions. Sir Michael will not be in attendance. Curious, I would come to realize I had wrongly discounted the psychological importance that he ‘just being there’ provided.

I was given minimal information about what to expect. I was told for the weekend that the four other masters that I had interacted with on my last trip to Vegas would be participating along with the other two masters I had not met that completed the group’s tight fraternity. This was a formal group with an actual charter, set of rules, even a name, the ‘Common Bonds Social Club’. None of them would be bringing their submissives, also members of the club, as this was to be a ‘Dominants Only’ play weekend. The bottom line, that meant there would be seven tormentors gathered with only me there for them to act out on. I was keenly aware this would make for a tough weekend. To counter that anxiety, I concentrated on the fact that based on the ongoing conversations I had been having with DR. D, he was fully familiar with many of my kinky bondage fantasies and likely would be trying to fulfil them while still acting on the group’s own desires, fetishes, and kinks. A hard weekend instore but providing traces of exhilaration for this lowly submissive.

I was instructed to arrive in Vegas wearing only shorts, sandals and a tee-shirt, commando style. I need not bring anything else as I would be traveling home in the same clothes I wore in. Personal things like a toothbrush and paste, hairbrush, etc. would be provided. I was to bring my Meds, wallet, phone, and keys. Nothing more was needed. It was suggested that I prepare myself with a cleansing before traveling. I took the suggestion as a requirement and did, although I am not skill as DR. D’s submissive who, to my complete degradation had cleansed me twice each day on my previous visit.

It was nearly 8 pm Friday night when I landed in Las Vegas from my one-stop flight from North Carolina, I was to proceed to Terminal 1 passenger pick up area and to look for a black passenger style Mercedes-Benz Sprinter van. The sun had just set, and the remaining twilight was nearly gone.

The van pulled up as I approached the pickup point. This was a sleek black vehicle with clean lines and darkened windows that seem to wrap around the sides and back. I had a tinge of nervousness when the side door slid open as the van came to a stop in front of me. “Get in” I was commanded which I did quickly. I recognized DR. D immediately. With him in the back was another man who I knew as one of the other masters who played with me on my last trip. I started to say a greeting when I was told “Remain silent.” The door was pulled closed behind me and the van pulled away from the curb. I was given my next instruction, that being “Take off your T-shirt.” This took me back a bit, but I followed the command. As I did, I tried to take in my surroundings while also trying to keep my balance in the moving vehicle.

The van was large with a high ceiling, like a Prime delivery vehicle, but the inside was finished like a travel coach, not a cargo van. There were finished walls and ceiling with low intensity blue LED accent lighting and quiet, non-descript background music playing. The floor had thick plush carpeting. I noticed a pass-through to the front driver’s compartment and I could see there was someone driving the van, but who it was I could not tell. In the back of the van there was nice chic seating, built-in cabinets and a table and other wall fixtures, but what caught my attention and focus was what was dead center in the van.

Rising from the floor was a padded metal fixture that was of an unusual shape. It looked somewhat like a pegging bench, but certainly not a traditional one. It had two tubular legs that were mounted to the floor that rose to a height of about three and one-half feet, where it met and held a leather padded platform set at an angle of about 30 degrees extending from the top of the legs toward the ceiling. The platform had leather straps dangling from it. At the top of the platform there was an elaborate neck cuff device that seemed obvious in its intent to hold someone’s head and neck in a secure position. Angling back down from the near top of the upper platform were two padded arms also equipped with straps that were unbuckled, ready to use. Its use seemed clear and menacing knowing who was with me in the van. Its future client would be positioned standing behind the device, then leaned forward and strapped down onto the main platform, with his neck and head captured in the rig atop the stand and then his arms pulled downward and angled out below him to be buckled in place. It reminded me of a skier’s stance just as he takes off from a ski jump. A perfect design for someone to be positioned for anal and oral assaults. Exactly the kind of play my host enjoys.

And within seconds of my shirt coming off I was manhandled to the standing position, bent down and fastened in. Three leather straps held each of my wrists and arms to the downward platforms, two straps crossed my back and held my body to the main platform. Now with my upper body immobile, my sandals were taken off and my pants roughly pulled down and removed. I dared not kick as I knew the results would be brutal. I chose to remain docile as is called out in the contract when being restrained. Cuffs were affixed to my ankles and attached to a spreader bar pulling my legs far apart. I then discovered that the vertical stanchions were adjustable as my captors crank the rig upward so that I was raised partially up onto my toes. My butt was at what seemed to be a very vulnerable pegging height. My head and neck were strapped in and that put my mouth at perfect waist height. With the van’s ample space and head height, I could be comfortably accessed at either end by whoever wanted to.

I never thought when coming on this trip that I would already be in bondage as I was leaving the airport. It felt like an abduction scenario. A common fantasy of those into BDSM. I’ll admit, at least for the moment, I am enjoying myself.

They got right to it. I heard the sounds of pants being unzipped and dropped. One of them moved to the front position, said “Open.” and when I open my mouth. A dental gag was inserted and ratcheted forcing my mouth wide. Simultaneously I felt the cold wet feeling of lube being smeared on my hole. Unceremoniously, a semi ridged cock slid into my mouth as its brother’s rock-hard cock pushed hard through my tight and unhappy butthole. Within seconds they had a rhythm and were raping both of my holes. I tried to concentrate, especially on my mouth assault so I wouldn’t gag as well as perform well enough to not be disciplined, but I was in a van, rocking down the street.

I was in semi-shock. I was out in public. There were windows all around me. I could see the lights. I could see traffic. Could they see me? The windows were dark from the outside when the van approached, but I wasn’t looking hard to see inside it at that time. One thing I knew, strapped down as I was, I couldn’t flee or stop the violation of my body.

After a minute or two, I mentally settled down, realizing that we must not be able to be seen because these guys would be seen too. I know Las Vegas is a very progressive town, but public gang raping is still frowned upon. So, it must be that we can see out, but those passing by can’t see in. Or at least not easily.

So, I do my job as I was taught on my first two journeys out West. For those not aware or are confused, I am not gay. I do not like being fucked in the butt by men. I do not like sucking cock. I do not like the taste of cum, urine or other body fluids. What I like is being securely bound. Being bound and then being forced to do sexual things that I do not like and that I can’t stop. Being used and abused with no control over the situation. And being punished, both fairly and unfairly, for transgression I may have done or just because it pleasures the one who constrained me. Being violated by men is gross, degrading and does not stir arousal within me. This is why I am here. My bound and forced fantasies are being made real by DR. D and his friends. 

Life isn’t fair. What would excite and arouse me most is for me to be in the dominant role with my submissive being a beautiful, slender, small breasted woman who I could bind, punish and have sexual relations. My wife meets the description but has no regular interest or willingness to play. And I won’t have relations with another women. If I can’t be the dominant over a woman, nearly exciting would be for me to be in the position of the submissive to a female dominant of the same physical description. Again, my wife doesn’t want to play this way, and I won’t seek the services of another woman. So that puts me where I am now. Letting men bind me who fully enjoy using and abusing me with me unable to resist.

The chauffeur continued driving and the two Doms continued enjoying me. Although I am busy with my mouth working my tongue and stretched lips as best as I can to service the penis sliding in and out of it, I can somewhat see my passing surroundings as I have a little head movement. Most of the time I don’t see much because my head is being grasped by the master’s two hands to help him obtain maximum pleasure, but when he lets go of his grasp, I can see a little out of the side windows with my peripheral vision.

They have been doing me for about fifteen minutes when the master in front of me steps back to take a break from my sucking. With him stepped aside I am now able to better see both from the sides and straight forward through the windshield. “Oh my God!” I mumble to myself; we are traveling down Las Vegas Boulevard in front of all the casinos! In fact, I recognize where we are. We are currently stopped right in front of the fountains of the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. My mind panics as I realize we are amid the traffic and crowds of famous Las Vegas as I am being fucked in the ass while tied down naked in a van in the middle of it all. I tense up. I’m anxious but I dare not say anything. DR. D senses my change and simply says “Relax; this has got to be a fantasy hoot for you. If you don’t, I’ll open the door and share the view of you with the world. It would make some people’s vacation!”

I close my eyes and do what I can to relax my body. And he pounds away as the van again begins to move forward in the traffic. We drive to the end of the casino row, turn around and retrace back to the other end. There DR. D retreats from my rear and moves to my mouth, removing the gag. “I’m going to let you taste how well you cleaned yourself out before you came,” he says casually. “Open, then use both your lips and tongue like I taught you to lick me clean.” After a few slow pushes in and out he rhetorically asks knowing that with a cock in my mouth I cannot answer, “So how did you do?” But he already knows the answer and confirms it with, “You’ll want to get better at cleansing or learn to like your taste. Now finish up as I’m going to take over driving while I give someone else a chance at poking you.”

They pull onto a side street and change drivers. I shudder as the side door is slid open because I will become visible to the public. The bondage rack is right inside of the door. The exchange is made without notice. I see that the driver is also from the group of masters from my previous trip. This is the older gentleman. It is comforting that although I don’t know these guys by name, I have been used by them before and know that they are medically safe and will abide by the contract.

He takes up the butt position, adds a little new lube and begins to fuck me as DR. D drives back down Las Vegas Blvd. The two masters in the back take turns plowing me. My mouth is left alone except upon each exchange where I am called upon to clean off the one who just finished. A mildly bitter, somewhat unpleasant taste lingers after each cleaning, a blend of the coconut lube being used and me. None of the three have cummed into me. They are well practice at this and know how to get close without losing their load so that they can enjoy a long evening of arousal.

It’s interesting how each of them feels different. Not just in their size and length, which is in itself different, but in their fucking technique. How they thrust, move side to side, their pace, their depth, even how they use their hand on my butt as they push in and out. I was taught previously that a sub needs to learn how to be a good bottom for his master, so I attempted to do what I was trained. I first concentrated on relaxing, controlling my breathing. I then try to tense up my sphincter muscle, then relax it, tense it up again and then relax. I bear down with my pelvis as I simultaneously try to relax my sphincter. I know this sounds complicated and it was for me. This squeeze-and-release effort seems to be helping, my abusers seem to be getting something from it, I try to get a rhythm, I bear down, try to find those muscles that I use during a bowel movement and use them for an alternative purpose, I concentrate on relaxing my butthole, then tense it. I want them to feel my pulses as they fuck me. As they thrust in, I push back at them with my secured legs as best I can.

I get comments, positive ones, as I keep switching the action. But I am still just a sub and there are no rewards, just the occasional hard smack on the side of my cheeks with an open hand as they thrust in and out. I’m there to serve and provide pleasure to them, not seek anything for myself. And the boys pound away, I am amazed at their stamina. My ass is getting sore.