Straight Male / 46
I got into my habit while living in England. At the small grocery store near my apartment there was a news stand and free paper. No news, just local advertisements, but that day I picked up a copy and sat at the small pasty store with my coffee and read the paper. On the back page were advertisements for all sorts of services from home massage to hair care and car repair. One in particular caught my eye, it advertised for a BDSM experience like something you had never tried before. I was alone in my small apartment and that night I decided to do something different and I called the number from the advertisement.
A man answered and I told him I had seen the advertisement and he answered my questions politely, I asked just what it meant that I would have an experience like something I had never tried before. He asked me if I had any experience with BDSM and if not what led me to call. I told him I was curious and I had thought about the advertisement for a couple of weeks and wanted to know more, I gave him my age, marital status, no I had never had a BDSM experience and I was generally comfortable with sex. He asked quite directly if I was looking for an experience with a woman or a man. I had to repeat myself but I told him I wanted to experience something with a man, I had to assure him that is what I called for and that I could pay and I was open to starting that evening and I gave him my address and phone number and he said that he would be over in an hour or so.
The man that came to the door was in his late thirties, not big with glasses and a receding hairline. He walked around my small place and suggested that I pay attention because he did not repeat himself. Halfway thru his first set of instructions he hit my face with a small whip, and then again. And again. He was standing over me as I sat in the small chair in the living area and he told me to get undressed down to my underwear. While I undressed he took some items out of his small bag that I couldn't see and once I was in my shorts he took this object in his hand and told me to bend over the kitchen table and he inserted in my anus. It slipped in without any problem, it felt big but who knows how big it was, he led me to the bed and put some cuffs on my wrists and locked me to the headboard. He asked me if I was a screamer.
He lit a candle and dropped hot wax on my nipples, he pulled down my shorts and had me open my legs and he told me to hold my legs open and he dropped hot wax on my penis, when I screamed he hit my face again with his whip and told me to remain silent. He dropped more hot wax on my penis this time I kept my mouth shut. He got a small paddle out of his bag and hit my penis several times, each time harder and harder and harder, it hurt, it stung but I held my mouth shut. After a minute he asked me if I could go on or was I done. I asked him why he thought I was done and he laughed at me and said I was not his type. He took out a small ball with a strap and put it in my mouth, he checked to make sure that the cuffs were holding and he told me he would return the next morning and he left me cuffed to the bed with my shorts around my ankles and his plug in my ass.
I lay on the bed for close to 8 hours before he returned. He didn't speak, he just slapped my penis with his whip and slapped my face. He took the gag out of my mouth and released my cuffs and let me withdraw the plug from my ass and use the restroom and get something to eat and then bend over so he could put the plug back in my ass and lay down on the bed again and while this time cuffing both my hands and my feet to the bed and put the gag back in my mouth. He whipped my penis again and left and said he would return sometime later. Not a sound from within the room, only the sounds from outside, no television, no lights, the sun went up and was coming down again when he returned and whipped my penis again and dropped more hot wax on my nipples and penis and left again. This time I was unable to control myself and I wet the bed.
In the evening, late in the evening the traffic had all quieted down he came and let me get something to eat and drink and he laid me back on the wet bed cuffed, plugged and gagged and left me for the night, but not without more penis whipping and attaching two clips to my nipples with an electric charge that went off randomly. When he came bac in the next morning he brought a small cage with him and put my penis in one end and then put a rat in the other end, he didn't let me use the restroom, he gave me water to drink through a straw, made sure the plug was safely up my ass and left. When I reached the point of not being able to hold it anymore I peed on the rat and the rat started to get aggressive, I could feel the point of the nose of the rat on my penis, the whiskers of the rat, could hear the shrieking of the rat, I lost control of my bowels but no matter the effort I was not able to dislodge the plug, the pain in my bowel grew distracting, I hadn't eaten very much of anything for two days. He came in and slapped my penis again, checked on the rat, gave me some water thru a straw and put a hood on my head and left.
I was ready to call it quits, two days of this and I was done, the rat drove me crazy, when he returned I told him I had enough. He laughed and whipped my penis again, this time using a very tight small whip that drew blood and left without a word.
My ordeal lasted three days, I was given relief, he took his money and his toys and the damn rat that was in a cage that with a gate to keep him from my penis and told me to call him when I was ready again. It took some time for me to compose myself, shower and clean up the bed, relieved my bowels and then the pain as I went, the pain in my ass was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I walked to this small French restaurant close to my apartment and sat quietly and ate a simple meal, my first meal in three days. My penis burned from the cuts, my ass hurt with every step, my jaw ached and I promised myself I would never call again. I thought if I wrote this down I would stop thinking about it.
A man answered and I told him I had seen the advertisement and he answered my questions politely, I asked just what it meant that I would have an experience like something I had never tried before. He asked me if I had any experience with BDSM and if not what led me to call. I told him I was curious and I had thought about the advertisement for a couple of weeks and wanted to know more, I gave him my age, marital status, no I had never had a BDSM experience and I was generally comfortable with sex. He asked quite directly if I was looking for an experience with a woman or a man. I had to repeat myself but I told him I wanted to experience something with a man, I had to assure him that is what I called for and that I could pay and I was open to starting that evening and I gave him my address and phone number and he said that he would be over in an hour or so.
The man that came to the door was in his late thirties, not big with glasses and a receding hairline. He walked around my small place and suggested that I pay attention because he did not repeat himself. Halfway thru his first set of instructions he hit my face with a small whip, and then again. And again. He was standing over me as I sat in the small chair in the living area and he told me to get undressed down to my underwear. While I undressed he took some items out of his small bag that I couldn't see and once I was in my shorts he took this object in his hand and told me to bend over the kitchen table and he inserted in my anus. It slipped in without any problem, it felt big but who knows how big it was, he led me to the bed and put some cuffs on my wrists and locked me to the headboard. He asked me if I was a screamer.
He lit a candle and dropped hot wax on my nipples, he pulled down my shorts and had me open my legs and he told me to hold my legs open and he dropped hot wax on my penis, when I screamed he hit my face again with his whip and told me to remain silent. He dropped more hot wax on my penis this time I kept my mouth shut. He got a small paddle out of his bag and hit my penis several times, each time harder and harder and harder, it hurt, it stung but I held my mouth shut. After a minute he asked me if I could go on or was I done. I asked him why he thought I was done and he laughed at me and said I was not his type. He took out a small ball with a strap and put it in my mouth, he checked to make sure that the cuffs were holding and he told me he would return the next morning and he left me cuffed to the bed with my shorts around my ankles and his plug in my ass.
I lay on the bed for close to 8 hours before he returned. He didn't speak, he just slapped my penis with his whip and slapped my face. He took the gag out of my mouth and released my cuffs and let me withdraw the plug from my ass and use the restroom and get something to eat and then bend over so he could put the plug back in my ass and lay down on the bed again and while this time cuffing both my hands and my feet to the bed and put the gag back in my mouth. He whipped my penis again and left and said he would return sometime later. Not a sound from within the room, only the sounds from outside, no television, no lights, the sun went up and was coming down again when he returned and whipped my penis again and dropped more hot wax on my nipples and penis and left again. This time I was unable to control myself and I wet the bed.
In the evening, late in the evening the traffic had all quieted down he came and let me get something to eat and drink and he laid me back on the wet bed cuffed, plugged and gagged and left me for the night, but not without more penis whipping and attaching two clips to my nipples with an electric charge that went off randomly. When he came bac in the next morning he brought a small cage with him and put my penis in one end and then put a rat in the other end, he didn't let me use the restroom, he gave me water to drink through a straw, made sure the plug was safely up my ass and left. When I reached the point of not being able to hold it anymore I peed on the rat and the rat started to get aggressive, I could feel the point of the nose of the rat on my penis, the whiskers of the rat, could hear the shrieking of the rat, I lost control of my bowels but no matter the effort I was not able to dislodge the plug, the pain in my bowel grew distracting, I hadn't eaten very much of anything for two days. He came in and slapped my penis again, checked on the rat, gave me some water thru a straw and put a hood on my head and left.
I was ready to call it quits, two days of this and I was done, the rat drove me crazy, when he returned I told him I had enough. He laughed and whipped my penis again, this time using a very tight small whip that drew blood and left without a word.
My ordeal lasted three days, I was given relief, he took his money and his toys and the damn rat that was in a cage that with a gate to keep him from my penis and told me to call him when I was ready again. It took some time for me to compose myself, shower and clean up the bed, relieved my bowels and then the pain as I went, the pain in my ass was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I walked to this small French restaurant close to my apartment and sat quietly and ate a simple meal, my first meal in three days. My penis burned from the cuts, my ass hurt with every step, my jaw ached and I promised myself I would never call again. I thought if I wrote this down I would stop thinking about it.
