'Arrrgggghhhh!!' Shyte, that hurts. The echos of my scream are lost in the emptiness of the barn in which I hang by my wrists, naked, sweat-stained and helpless, my body full exposed and available to my Sir. I've lost track of time but not of the number of times he has drawn red trails of fire in my flesh with his single-tail. Fifteen is the number, fifteen times he has savaged my flesh leaving the criss-crossing marks as souvenirs of the pain, fifteen screams and fifteen useless attempts to pull myself free. He's in no hurry, lots to time between the strokes, time to feel the pain from my che… Pročitajte više

Taken to this dungeon hangin' naked by my wrists my balls all bruised and purple clamps chewing on my nips the world can only wonder that I'm so enjoying this.… Pročitajte više

Well there it is, all assembled, ready for use, Sir's brand new rack. He has designed it and bought the lumber and hardware. It has been my honor to help him build it. And now, here it was, right in front of me, waiting, waiting for me. I, of course am here, waiting for Sir, waiting naked and cuffed to be used by him to initiate his latest addition to dungeon furniture. Somewhere down the road, this piece will have stories to tell, of days and nights, when subs are being taken to the very edge of endurance and beyond for the sake of a Sir's pleasure, naked flesh pulled taunt, bodies vulnerable… Pročitajte više

A soft whirrr as the electric winch starts up heralds the increasing tension on my arms as they are pulled towards the ceiling. Soon I am hanging inches off the floor, my body stretched and faint hints of future pain already present. Sir's throwing a small party for some friends and I'm to hang here by my wrists as part of the entertainment. Brushing my cheek with the back of his hand, his other seeking a nipple to twist, Sir silently promises punishment should I fail to entertain. 'Looking good, boy. You probably think you're pretty hot shyte. Cute little pecker and ping-pong balls alw… Pročitajte više

As I hung there in the presence of these strangers, naked, vulnerable and helpless, I was suddenly struck with the realization of how right this all felt. Back then I couldn't put it into words but it sort of washed over me and thru me. This was right. It was right for them to use me this way, right for me to be so used. There were still lots of other feelings but they were just part of the scene. This was what Sir wanted me to understand. Men could use me, make me suffer, give me pleasure by letting me serve them and in all this fulfill my purpose, make me feel whole. It was then that I reali… Pročitajte više

A couple of hours later, having experienced three or four more good cop/bad cop demos and being told how wonderful I am, how brave and how daring I am as well as being told what a wuss I am, what a loser and how I am doomed to fail in serving my Sir, I find myself wrist hung from a ceiling hook, my legs stretched wide and ankle bound to floor hooks. Now I've been bound in this position any number of times. It gives the Sir easy access to every part of my body. This was my first time with strangers and if felt very different than those times Sir had positioned me. Various emotions raced thru my… Pročitajte više

With all the clarity of hindsight, it's all so obvious but at the time it was happening I was completely oblivious to his grooming. It didn't seem odd to me that he seemed interested in me, was always out front whenever I made a delivery or that he was a generous tipper. He always made me feel good about myself, commenting from time to time how he admired how I looked, acted, spoke and thought. That's why it came as no surprise to me when he mentioned how he was considering me as a model for his art group. Looking back now I can see what he was up to but back then it was all incredible to me a… Pročitajte više