Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

As I semi-hang there, a general cleanup is going on around me with the stretch wrap gathered up and put in a trash bag. The other winch cable was sent to the ceiling. My bagged butt plug carried off. The weight and rope that battered my bag stowed. They all head off in different directions, missions unknown to me. I even heard someone leave the dungeon. I also hear water running in the wet room, but I can’t see what is happening there. I am tethered here probably for a good half hour or more. I have no sense of passing or real time of day at this point, other than it must be mid, maybe even late afternoon if they had fed me around noon. Only my arms are secured, so I can move my feet around and twist to help keep from cramping, but semi-bent over is a strain. Hey, bondage is your life’s fantasy, this is what you dreamed about, physically suck it up I caution myself.

Eventually I hear Master announce, “It’s time to get you set-up to meet our play party guests.” I become restless over what ‘set-up’ means. It starts simple enough with my stretch wrap matted hair bushed. I then feel lotion being applied, first to the back of my neck, across my shoulders and down my back. My nose picks up the scent, suntan lotion. Not sure what this is all about. It continues until 100 percent of my body is covered, less the soles of my feet. Yes, my privates included, though no arousal was attempted, just adequate coverage. I am unhooked from the cable. A black leather half hood is put over my head. This one has open eye holes and comes to the bridge of the nose and partly down the cheeks. My nose and mouth are completely exposed. Laces pulled tight in the back make it a snug skull cap.

I am then walked out of the dungeon and back into the house. We go all the way back through headed for the foyer, then on out the front door, with me quite naked other than my leather Bitch collar and hood. I am now uneasy with my nakedness. We proceed down the beautiful entryway stairs and wide paver brick walkway and stop a few yards from the driveway loop edge. There on the walkway is the one-hole prison I was shown on the dungeon tour. My mind flashes to the Contract where I know this device is listed as a bondage choice matched with arms secured behind the back, the way mine are now. This one has an adjustable pole to position it at the perfect height in a vagina or asshole. Still mounted on top is the progressive steel ball dildo. It has a swivel attachment where it connects to the pole so that it can be set at the perfect angle to properly penetrate deep into the butthole. The adjustable pole was welded to the center of a three-by-three-foot metal base. Also welded to the base at the center of two parallel edges are securing mounts to which each had attached a shiny metal ankle cuff on a short chain that matched the pole. The pole was in a lowered position. I am positioned directly over the penetrator as I was expecting. My legs were then spread to reach the cuffs, and they were locked around my ankles. I was told then to stand on my toes and blocks were placed under my heels to hold them up. Some lube, not a lot, is placed on and in my hole and the pole is raised. The dildo is maneuvered into my rectum and the pole pushed up. As the larger balls from the bottom of the stack are forced by my sphincter and up my anal canal there is ensuing pain. The dildo is hot from being in the sun, for how long I don’t know and that adds to the discomfort of the wide penetration. Once it has somewhat bottomed out in me, the setscrews are tightened down on the pole and the swivel with a large Allen wrench, so I am firmly stuck on the dildo, powerless to lift myself off of it. My own body is serving as the weight to hold the base and pole stationary. The blocks are removed from under my heals and I am told to drop my feet down flat. This pushes the dildo even further into me. This supplies more discomfort and pain as my sphincter is stretched wider to accommodate more of the large ball it had been partly consuming and from the additional extension into my rectum. I can tell immediately that this one pole prison will serve as conceived. I cannot escape the device. There is no way for me to get the elevation needed to step up and off the dildo. Add the restraints of my cuffed hands and feet and my body weight holding the base fast to the ground, this is a perfect simple but elegant prison.

With the physical bondage finished, it is time for my mental fretting to begin. I am in fact outside, in front of their home. I look out, it is quite a distance to the street with lots of vegetation and geological features to obscure the view, but the main road is there, and I can see it. Can I also be seen from that distance by passing cars? My hosts don’t seem concerned. Plus, there is the driveway. Anyone could drive up. To myself, ‘Hey I’m naked guys and can’t hide!’

My thoughts are interrupted by instructions from Master, “You are to greet each of our guests as they arrive. You are to say: ‘Greetings. You have my Master’s permission to sexually use and punish me as you wish all weekend. It is my desire that you do so. Your hosts welcome you and wish for you to enter, they are inside.’  I will repeat it for you and then I want you to say it back to me.” He does and I do, and he is satisfied. “You keep practicing it. They will be arriving shortly. There will be four couples, each a Dom and a sub. You may answer a Dominant if they ask you a question. Call them Master and be completely respectful and submissive. The subs won’t ask you anything.

They go inside leaving me naked, except for my servitude leather collar and hood, outside by myself for the world to see, or at least to anyone who wonders by, stuck on a pole deep in my ass. I am so fearful someone will come by. I’m sure I am still under the watchful camara eye of my masters, but being found like this by someone that were not the weekend players would be mortifying. What happens if a Girl Scout selling cookies happens by? I reason this nervousness is exactly why they planned this for me. I’m glad they put lotion on me because the sun hot rays are beating down on me. No one comes early, I wait a while for the first arrival. I work on purging my mind and try to distract myself by taking in the desert vistas. I am facing the large fountain and gardens that fill the loop. Both the hardscaping and landscaping were beautifully done and well maintained and watered. But the sun is bright, so I close my eye lids, resting my eyes as well as protecting them from the rays.

I hear a car coming up the drive and the chills from anxiousness run up and down my spine. Subconsciously, my body tries and fails to step up off the pole. The result being a tinge of pain in my hole. They turn into the lane to the house and circle around the loop and park behind Sir Michael’s rental car. This couple appears younger than the hosts and me, maybe in their early forties. Both are in casual dress, golf shirts and fancy jeans, but one sporting a leather collar of a submissive and toting a gray equipment case and a rolling suitcase. The dominant has on a baseball cap. He’s maybe five-eleven or six foot tall, his mate a little shorter. Both are average build, reasonably good looking I guess, nothing remarkable. Their eyes are on me as they approach, checking me out as I do them. I announce without making eye contact, “Greetings. You have my Master’s permission to sexually use and punish me as you wish all weekend. It is my desire that you do so. Your hosts welcome you and wish for you to enter, they are inside.”  “We been looking forward to doing just that,” was the reply. They stop in front of me, give me a thorough visual inspection and then he adds, “Yes, this is going to be a fun play party.” They enter the house. One down.

It is probably fifteen to twenty minutes for the next car to come up the drive. I’m getting hot and hope this will be over soon, at least we are about halfway there now. They are in a vintage Corvette. Beautiful car. As they drive around the circle, they pause when they see me, then park their car with the others. The Dominant in this couple appears to be in his late fifties, while his sub looks about forty. They are wearing shorts and fancy Tees. These two are both fit, they definitely seem to hit the gym regularly. The collared sub is also the one handling the luggage. I would describe the Dom as distinguished, handsome. He sports a neatly trimmed mustache. The sub, I’ll call ‘cute’ and on the petite and slender side of body styles. “Greetings. You have my Master’s permission to sexually use and punish me as you wish all weekend. It is my desire that you do so. Your hosts welcome you and wish for you to enter, they are inside.”  They stop and eye me up and down. He says to his sub, “He’s a little on the small size don’t you think? It should be saluting us though, make him salute me.” And without any hesitation, the younger man puts down the suitcase, kneels in front of me, puts my placid penis into his mouth and begins to suck me in earnest, using his tongue and lips aided by some fingers on one hand as his second hand massages my balls. He’s good and I can’t help quickly getting a Cialis aided erection. When I do, he leans back displaying his work to his master who says, “That’s better. Let’s head in.” And I am standing outside alone again, my moist and now fading semi-erect cock glistening in the sunlight.

A short time passes when I hear another vehicle coming up the driveway. This time it’s a van. Oh shit, it’s a Prime delivery van. It’s my nightmare bondage fantasy come to life, where a stranger unwittingly happens upon the bound helpless person and takes advantage of them in some way. Again, I try to remove myself from the pole, but it is impossible. Please go right, please go right, please don’t see me I beg. Wish granted, the van heads to the garage to make a delivery, and leaves without approaching me.

I am perspiring, from both the fear I just had of unwanted discovery and the desert heat. It is just a little while when a third car arrives. This couple appears to be Sir Michael’s and my age, between forty-five and fifty. These guys are leather boys. Bigger, heavier looking men, I’m not sure it’s their actual size or from how they are dressed. Their clothes reflect the look of many of the men who were in the leather bar that Sir Michael took me to be abused in Hillsdale gay area of San Diego. A real macho look. They are more what I expected to see when Sir Michael talked about coming here, and yet, not what I really wanted to show up. And that simply was because I think, without basis, that they may be more aggressive and punishing towards me, especially since I’m straight. That is unfair of me because I have no firsthand knowledge of people that practice this lifestyle. So, I do my duty and say, “Greetings. You have my Master’s permission to sexually use and punish me as you wish all weekend. It is my desire that you do so. Your hosts welcome you and wish for you to enter, they are inside.”  The reply, “Well, in the position you are in you don’t have much say in the matter,” and he reaches in for my right nipple, grabs it and gives a pull and mischievous twist. “Yea, we’re going to have a lot of fun with you, I love fucking a helpless man-cunt, oh yeah, a naked cunt that can’t resist, what could be better?  I’m going to make you dance in your bonds!” and the pair enters the house. I am hoping he is just role playing for my benefit, otherwise, crap.

It feels like an eternity waiting for the last couple to arrive. My butthole has become sore from my pole sitting. Standing so long in the same position is hard on you. They do come and they look like they came straight from work. They also have that ‘we are running late’ look. They are the youngest of the couples, both look like they are in their mid to late thirties, one just a little older than the other. I may be wrong, never have been good at guessing ages. But they do have a youthful look. A successful look too. They are both toting regular wheeled suitcases. Maybe they brought their toys and play clothes. This is the first couple where I cannot tell who the Dominant is. These guys are tall too, both must be over six feet, and both very fit looking. Sir Michael is going to like playing with these guys. They are chatting as they approach me. “Greetings. You have my Master’s permission to sexually use and punish me as you wish all weekend. It is my desire that you do so. Your hosts welcome you and wish for you to enter, they are inside.” One says to the other, “I love coming here, they always have something different and new for us to do. This is going to be great.” “Yeah, he does look like he’s already suffering on that pole, imagine what he’ll be like after we all fuck and whip him. You know he is straight, don’t you?” And they enter.