A Risky Return to Sin City

We enter the dungeon through its heavy steel door, descend the stairs and proceed through the bar gate. He turns on the lights and soft music. I scanned the room; it is all the grandeur that I remembered from before. He then provides me the evening’s final instructions, “Tonight, you’ll stay in your irons, but you can sleep on the bondage bed. In the morning, the lights will automatically turn on and the videos will shut down. That will be your cue to get up and prepare yourself for me. You’ll pay hell if you oversleep. There is a laptop next to the bed. The password is ‘Cunt’. How appropriate don’t you think? Write your journal entries and then do your morning preparations.”

“One last duty before you head to bed, I want to be serviced. I want a blow job, and I want your best efforts. I let you have your hands in front, so you can do me right. Get on your knees. This is the tradition subservient position, when in doubt go to it, learn to love it. Now open my pants, drop them and get to it.”

I do exactly as I was told. It’s a little awkward as my hands are somewhat restricted by the cuffs and chains, but I unbuckle his belt, undo the pants button and pull down his zipper. As efficiently as I can I maneuver his shorts from over butt and down his legs to his sandals. I slip my fingers under the band of his underwear and pull them over his semi-erect member and drop them down his thighs to his ankles. DR. D spreads his legs, restricted by his dropped pants, and I then take one hand to cup his balls as I use the other to grasp his shaft gently and pull it forward. I wrap my lips over my teeth and move my open mouth slowly towards his shaft. I take just a portion of it in to start, applying soft pressure with my tongue against his penis head as I move my mouth up and down the shaft. He begins to grow.

I am still a newbie at giving forced blow jobs. Although this is an unpleasant task, I try hard to remember all that I have been taught, what I know I enjoy when my wife gives me a BJ and the tips I have read about online. Knowing I’d be punished if I didn’t do a good job when I came back to Vegas, I researched a little on the internet of men sucking men. My plan is to combine all into my efforts. I am also going to try to show some enthusiasm as I do it, but this is not sexually erotic to me. Not at all. To aid my efforts, I’ll concentrate on a thought pretending that this is a pussy I’m licking and on me doing the skills correctly. Thinking about being in these chains and the penalty for poor performance will help too.

I continue to focus most of my tongue work on the head of his penis and on the frenulum, that sensitive band of skin on the underside of the penis head. (DR. D likes medical terms and had me add such terminology here.) I continue to grip the lower shaft with my hand and take short strokes to stimulate the base as I switch my tongue to making light licks to the top of his penis head using a slow circular motion. Still holding the shaft base, I switch to moving more deeply up and down his penis with my mouth, keeping my lips tightly around it with my tongue now pressing against the bottom of the shaft. I make sure my natural lube amply covers his cock. I find a rhythm that seems to get a positive reaction, and I let my tongue, lips and hand continue to do their magic on his dick while my second hand moves to massage his testicles. An uttered “Ahhhhhh yes, oh you’re a good cunt.” Indicates I’m getting the hang of this.

I then decide to try some controlled deep throating, figuring that if I do it, he won’t take over on his own and shove too deep and gag me. I try to take all of him in. My plan is to try to count to ten while I hold my breath, arch my neck and think through the gag reflex, before pulling back again, catching both my breath and swallowing. It seems to work. His reactions are positive, apparently this is a turn-on for him. He has been relatively quiet since I started, offering no instruction or commands, but he has become rock hard and is swaying and pulsing his hips which to me are indicators that I’m doing good. I move my hand from his balls and start running my index finger up and down his crack, feeling for the button. I don’t plan on any penetration, but I know when I push on my wife’s rose bud as I lick her, she gets extra excited. The sooner he gets aroused, the sooner I will be done with this.

As I try to make him go quickly, DR. D is trying to hold off, but I can feel that he is nearing his end. I am sure he wants me to take all of what he is about to expel and swallow it. He is now gripping my head and pulling me tighter to him, so it seems he wants to be in deep when he shoots his load. My penalty for somewhat deep throating him. I have been doing ok controlling my gag reflex while he thrusts in and while it is not something I want to do I am resigned to the fact that I am about to learn how to handle semen ejaculated deeper in my mouth than ever before.

I start to look up trying to catch his eyes, his are closed as he begins to tense up, but for a moment he opens his and he looks down, sees me gazing respectfully up at him as I take him on, and he smiles approvingly. He shuts them again, grabs my head even tighter to him and ejaculates in multiple pulses a huge load of cum that he has been building all day during his time of dominating his new submissive.

Swallowing spurting cum from a sizable cock that is deep in one’s mouth is not easy, but I try my best to not gag or pull back against his still firm, unrelenting grasp. Despite my best attempts I still struggle to swallow down what has been injected deep in my now choking, pulsing throat. He shrinks slowly and as he slowly loosens his grip a bit, he begins to rock his cock forward and back in my mouth. I keep my lips tight on his shaft and gain control of my reflexes. He keeps his dick in me until he is almost flaccid which feels like an eternity. Then as he finally releases my head and withdraws, and says, “Yes, Cunt, you are learning. You’ve been a good sub all evening. I’m getting my dollars’ worth. But don’t get too confident, there is lots in store for you tomorrow. And while you just did great, you owe me a horse ride for getting excited by Mistress tonight. I’m your Master, not her. Now milk my cock, stroke me and suck my slit till my last bit of seed is out, I know there is still a few drops left for you. I want them on your tongue to remember what I made you do all night., then clean me up and redress me.”

I do, and he is right, there are two or three large thick drops that I glumly coax out of his soften member. I begin to feel weird. Strangely it is not holding his dick in my hand as I lick it clean and dry, or the cream on my tongue or down my throat, but it’s redressing him. Not sure why getting his placid cock back within his drawers and adjusting it so he is comfortable, then pulling up his pants and zipping them up made me feel that way, but it was weird. Maybe it’s because it is so mundane, not sexual, but something that in my normal world isn’t done between two men. Straight men don’t handle other men’s junk.

Finished, he points to the bed, and I head there as he turns and leaves. On his way out he turns on the large TV monitors that are on each wall of the dungeon, playing the collection of violent BDSM films that had been put together for me on my last trip. He cranks up the volume, shuts off the lights and leaves. I hear the locking of the steel door, and I am alone. I know the safe escape route from my previous stay, so I am not concerned. I do need to pee; I check and see that a plastic urinal has been left for me next to the bed, and I use it, piddling through the slit in the end of my cock cage. I then climb up onto this impressive bondage bed, pleased that I am on the mattress and not in the cage underneath as I was subjected to on my last trip.

There are no blankets or pillows. I try to fall asleep, but I am distracted by the vivid videos playing a combination of bound and abused women which excites me. They are intermixed with ones of bound men being torture and used that were filmed in this very room. Disturbingly, many of the recordings are clearly of me. My first thought, is this collage of videos, many featuring me, shown to others being bound and used in this room? Seeing my own abuse again and again on oversized screens, I find myself questioning what the hell I’m doing here again. For a while I couldn’t help watching even though I have copies of the ones featuring me at home, previously provided by DR. D. I just lay there unable to sleep, dwelling on what was done to me already today and what may be planned for me. For some reason, at the moment, the beer bottle fuck is bothering me. That was degrading, made me feel non-human. A pure fuck toy for their amusement and nothing else. (I would get over this feeling and now find it one of my more enjoyable memories as it is exactly what my fantasies want me to be.)

I give up on sleeping for the moment and decide to get a head start on my journal and capture the evenings events before making a second attempt at falling asleep. Back from writing and laying there again, I still have the aftertaste of cum residue in my mouth and throat plus the three loads of cum held fast in my butt with a plug that I dare not try to remove. My eyes are fixed on graphic torture films of me that are still up on the screens. I am dead tired, but restless too. Eventually, thankfully I drifted off only to dream about the possible realities coming for me in the morning.