A Risky Return to Sin City

After about the fifth or six trip down the Boulevard, DR. D announces from the front that he’s headed for the Ranch on Twain Avenue. This means nothing to me. The boys retreat from my butt and they each get another cleaning before I hear and see them zip up. DR. D is chatting on his cell with someone, but I can’t really hear the conversation. After a short drive we seemed to park. The boys all get out of the van. As the side door opens, I again worry that I might be seen. The door is quickly closed upon their exit, and I find that I have been abandoned, still securely bound to this comfortable yet very unyielding fixture. I can clearly hear pedestrians and road traffic around my prison. Nothing to do but wait, listen, get anxious, and perspire. The van is not running so the air conditioning is off and it is warm outside.

Some time goes by, but not an excessive amount when the door opens, and I see DR. D enter with what turns out to be three new friends. I have limited side sight because of the head restraint, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen these other guys before. There is general conversation, mostly comments about my predicament, my bonds, my looks, the setup of the van, but of the conversations had, the words that I locked onto were. “So, as I said you have written permission to fuck the hell out of him, butt or mouth. I suggest his butt as he’s not that good yet at blow jobs, so he gags a lot. Only caveat is as I said, you got to wear rubbers in either hole. There are plenty on the table. Feel free to whip him too; floggers, paddles and riding crops are behind him on the wall, just no hits that will scar, leave lasting welts or break the skin.”

Oh man, what have I gotten myself into. Who are these guys? I don’t know them, there are three of them so that kind of rules out the two other masters in their fraternity group. I don’t have much time to ponder as I hear one of them unbuckling as he also rubs his hand up and down my butt and back. “You’re a sweet piece of meat aren’t you. This is going to be an adventure. I’ve played with bound boys before but never a straight one. I hear you have a nice tight ass. Let’s try it out.” There is a short pause as he strokes himself to make himself hard, both for me and to allow himself to roll on a rubber. A little lube and in he comes. A new cock belonging to some unknow person is now thrusting into my butt. I am in a confused state at this point, so I am just a receiving vessel for his lustful thrusts. I am attempting none of my learned pleasure tricks. He does all the work but doesn’t seem to mind. His glides and speeds are set to pleasure himself, who he is ramming isn’t of concern. It’s clear also that he does not have a whole weekend planned with me, so trying to hold off is not an agenda item. His only objective is to use the tightness of my hole and his motions to overcome the dampening insulation effect caused by the condom to climax. It takes a few minutes, but he gets there. I feel him tense up, push deep, collapse against my back, gasp and then thank me by my current name, recalling that DR. D has been referring to me as ‘Cunt’. He rests within me for a moment, takes a couple more slow thrusts and withdrawals. I hear DR. D call out from behind me, “Cunt, what do you say?”  I’m taken back for a moment, then I say, “Thank you for fucking me?” To which DR. D replies, “That’s better.” He follows up with three hard hits with a paddle to each of my butt cheeks, and the comment, “Next time you better not need prompting, these boys are providing you the gift of living your fantasy with you.”

Based on the ongoing chatter, the entire gang in the van seem to be mutual friends or at least well-known acquaintances. DR. D offers them beers from what must be a built-in refrigerator which they partake. I hear the distinct sound twist-off caps. There is no sex occurring between them, simply the three guests each taking a turn doing me.

The second up says he likes how my cheeks have been made red by the swats just taken by DR. D I can’t see behind me, but it quickly becomes obvious what DR. D meant when he answers with “Here, go at it.” My butt cheeks are again swatted by a paddle, first lightly, but then with more vigorous strokes encouraged by DR. D and the others. I am not happy; the blows are making me lurch forward even though I am held fast to the rack. It stings, bad. I squirm but I can’t avoid the strikes, this bondage frame has been well designed. “That was a first for me. You say he craves this? Why would anybody want this? He’s a sick puppy.  But you know I did start to get into smacking his butt and seeing him jump, maybe I am the sick one. You’ve trained him well; he didn’t cry out even once.” My paddler must have missed my grimacing face and me sucking air. I’m tough, but his hits hurt.

Now with a beet red ass, he got to what he came for, my hole. With a little more care than the first raper, he penetrated me slowly and with finesse. He took his time, had his fun and eventually cummed into the rubber that separated him from me. I was quick to reply when he withdrew, “Thank you Sir for paddling my butt and fucking me.” This guy must have worked at Chick-Fil-A when he was younger as I got a “It was my pleasure” as a reply.

Before the third took his turn, the second master traveling with us decided he needed some oral attention, so while the casual conversation and beer consumption continued behind me, I had my mouth put to use. It was at least a familiar penis that I knew was safe. That was important, as this master was not using any protection. This was permitted in the contract because of his known health record. I did my best to please him and he did his best not to thrust too deeply and cause me to gag. It was helpful that he had a moderate size dick, not an overbearing member. I brought him close, or more likely his actions did, but he withdrew before climaxing, again saving himself for the rest of the evening.

The third guest is reminded why he is here, and he gleefully gets up and starts to rub my back. “Can I finger him first?” “Yeah, sure just put on a latex surgical glove.” And now with a gloved hand, he begins to digitally fondle me. I am being fingered by a pro, and he really seemed to get his rocks off doing it. I assumed these guys were all gay and his expertise concreted down that belief. He was either Gay or a Urologist. He definitely has had his fingers in a butt before. The teasing of my prostrate is both simultaneously uncomfortable and pleasurable. There is pain mixed with bliss. But what it feels like matters not, as I could not stop it from happening, short of an event ending safe word call out. I was nowhere being pushed to that kind of limit.

After he tired of fingering me and was getting ready to penetrate me instead with his cock, DR. D said, “Hold on, let me raise him up for you.” This guy must have been tall. So, the rack to which I was fastened was cranked up lifting my feet a few inches off the ground placing my hole at the same level as his friend’s cock. No guest should be uncomfortable when he is fucking a bound submissive. And the next round of a protected cock attack of my butthole begins. Of note, he was both wider and longer than all that have penetrated me so far this evening. He was also wearing what feels like a ribbed rubber as there is some roughness I can feel as he slides in and out stimulating the sensitive nerves lining my rectum walls. He works harder and faster than the first two and reaches climax sooner too. Although he is done, he stays within me, pulling out just enough to give him space to message and squeeze my ass cheeks which still has lingering soreness from the previous paddling. Apparently, my reaction caused me to clench his shrinking member extending his pleasure.

He is still resting within me when I hear tapping on the side door. Someone, without hesitation, opens the door. I feel the cooler air rush in, but the shivers I am feeling are from me being keenly aware that I am naked, bound, and with a man’s cock in my butt visible to anyone walking by. “Hey Jack, where have you been? Hop in.”  “Is there room?” “Sure, it’s a little tight, but we can make room.” “Wow. I love the setup. So, who is this, he’s not your mate.” “No, he’s a straight sub I leased from a friend from California. I have him for the weekend to do with what I want.”  “And you want me to fuck him?” “Actually, it’s his kink to be bound like this so he can’t resist and then be abused by people he doesn’t know. That’s you. You can fuck him, make him suck you, whip him, shock him, pretty much anything your little heart desires you can do to him. You don’t have to ask, just go pleasure yourself.” This isn’t a speech I want to hear. I do have hard limits.

The one that had been fucking me is still in me, even though he is spent. “Looks like he is busy in the back, I’ll take the front.”  “FYI, you’ll need to wear a condom.” “Figures, straight guys. I’m clean, but I don’t mind.”  The guy behind me, stays in me but is now giving me a back rub as he gently begins to slide in and out of me with a semi-rigid cock, maybe trying to see if he has another load in him. A covered dick is rubbed against my lips, and I open. The rubber provides a slick interesting feeling on the lips and tongue. It’s the first time I have had a rubber in my mouth that I can recall. It has a taste, a flavored taste. Banana? A flavored condom. I perform, but not with over-the-top enthusiasm. What’s been happening to me is exciting because of the unknown participants who I am sure will be people who will never interact with me again. But still, this is disconcerting, dangerous, and the acts I am performing still provide me with no sexual gratification. It just fulfils the force fantasy. I likely blow him for a little over five minutes when my butt playmate gives up and I become available in the rear. The new guy moves from my mouth to my butt.

As he takes his position and DR. D cranks me back down again, two of the other three visitors give their thanks to DR. D and exit, exposing me again for the moment to the outside world. I am re-lubed and fucked. This goes on for a while as the five men still within the van, including my current abuser are having ongoing conversations on all sorts of topics. I am almost just a side show for the moment, although the thrusts in and out of me remain steady.

“Think he would enjoy the bottle?” asks one other lads who has just taken a last swig of his beer. “Go for it” is the reply from DR. D. The bottle is handed off the guy behind me and I am fucked with it. A different set of sensations. The insertion is first felt by the abrupt flatness of the bottle opening followed immediately by the ridges of the glass twist threads. It’s then onto the bottle’s neck that grows wider as it is pushed in until it quickly swells to form the main body. He is not a prick and only pushes and reverses each time he hits that point. The bottle is slick and cold. He doesn’t just thrust in and out but spins it and sometimes twists it side to side and up and down. He is having fun. Occasionally, he’ll thrust it in a little deeper just to see my bucking reaction as the expansion is met with a shot of pain. He doesn’t go too far.

Eventually he bores with the bottle and returns his full attention to what he came for and was doing before the suggestion, a free ass fucking. He remains creative and finishes with great flair with fast, deep pounding littered with verbal derogatory comments directed at me. When he withdrawals he complains that he hates pulling off ‘dirty’ condoms. So, DR. D directs him to have me clean it off before he pulls it off. “Oh, I like that idea,” he utters. He moves around to my face and must command me to open my mouth as I am hesitant. My slowness was apparently noted by DR. D as I feel his wrath against my hanging balls as they are hit with a riding crop multiple time. I take into my mouth the now flaccid dick and provide the repugnant service. I no longer amused by its once banana flavor; that is being overpowered by the taste of coconut lube and maybe a little bitter me. The latter is maybe just psychological. It is difficult to perform this duty this time because the condom is now loose on a flaccid dick and I’m afraid of pulling it off and exposing me to his fluids. He doesn’t stay long, I think it was almost just a show, and not really in his nature.

It appears I am done for this stop. The remaining boys continue to chat for about fifteen minutes before the last two depart, pausing for what I consider way too long with the side-door way open as they give their final goodbyes and thanks to DR. D for the fun, unusual evening. Nothing was said to me.