Author's Note: Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of group sex, bondage, and a little bit of non-consent.
The door to my room swung open quickly. I rolled over to see who was there. My Dom's silhouette filled the door frame. He was older than me by 12 years (I had just turned 35) but kept himself in good shape. Very handsome with a strong jawline.
"How is my muscle sub this morning?"
He asked, pulling back the covers, admiring my nude, muscular frame (6'3, 265 with a 50" chest and 38" waist).
"I am good, Sir." I replied, sitting up on my elbows. My morning wood stood proud and Sir rubbed it gently.
"Mmm, thank you Sir." I moaned.
"We are going to play a game today. I think you will enjoy it, but I know my friends and I will." Sir stated.
Whenever he mentioned friends I knew I was in for a long day of pleasure and torture.
"I want you showered, fed, and hydrated immediately. I expect you in the dungeon in one hour." Sir commanded simply.
"Of course, Sir." I replied, rising from the bed to shower.
The "dungeon" was in reality just the basement adult toy room, but it was done up with dim lights in a stone motif. Sir had all sorts of bondage devices and every toy imaginable down there. In the 6 months I had been with him, we still hadn't used everything.
I met Sir in the dungeon 5 minutes before my hour was up. No sense in pushing the boundaries that early in the day.
"Good morning my boy. Lay down on your back here." Sir said, pointing to the wide, flat bench inside a steel frame that looked like a modified weightlifting power rack.
I nodded and laid on my back. Sir grabbed my legs and pulled them up into the air, pushing my knees back slightly towards my chest, and exposing my tight asshole for use. He slid a bar under my knees and locked my legs to it with some thick leather before attaching it to the uprights of the rack.
I loved feeling exposed like this and my cock hardened quickly.
"Such a horny man whore you are!" Sir exclaimed seeing my hard member.
"Yes Sir, I am."
"Perfect for today's activity" Sir said as he fastened my arms down to the side of the bench with more leather straps. My breath quickened as my nerves grew. I rarely got restrained this much and I knew something different was on the menu today.
Sir put a strap across my chest, truly pinning in me place. I watched him grab the deep black hood that covered my eyes but left my mouth open. He made sure it was snug around my eyes and the world went dark.
"Can you see my boy?" He asked.
"No sir, I am blinded by the hood."
"Very good. Today we are going to play a guessing game. My friends and I will take turns fucking you with various items. Your job is to guess what that item is. It could be a toy or anything from the house. Get it right and I reward you with 30 seconds of stroking from the Venus milking machine." Sir paused.
"Ooh, that's my favorite Sir. Thank you." I said as I felt him place the tight sleeve of the aforementioned machine over my cock. He turned it on briefly.
"Mmmm, thank you Sir" I moaned. I let out a sigh as he turned it off and went on with the rules.
"Get it wrong my boy, and you will get a cock shoved down your throat.
I swallowed hard
"Are you ready to play?"
"Yes Sir..." I said nervously.
A few moments later I heard two sets of feet coming down the steps. It was the friends Sir had talked about.
"My Sub, Sirs Mike and Alex are joining me today. They will tell you who they are before putting their cock down your throat if you guess wrong." Sir said.
"Hello Sirs. I hope I can please you today." My nerves grew even more. Somehow that made my cock even harder inside the tight sleeve of the machine.
"We'll start with something that should be easy to guess to warm you up," my Sir said as I felt cold lube coat my hole.
Immediately I felt something being pushed hard against my ass. My body resisted at first but soon gave way to the intrusion. I tried to focus on what it could. I felt a number of bumps and it felt like it was getting wider. I moaned loud and tried to squirm as Sir began to pump the unknown object in and out of me. My cock twitched every time it was shoved inside.
"Mmm, that feels good Sir." I said.
"Yes but what is it?" He asked, shoving it in once more quickly.
"Aghh, I think it's anal beads Sir." I ventured.
"Correct, great job Boy."
I heard a click and the milling machine immediately started tugging on my cock. I moaned loud as it slowly stroked up and down. The machine shut off abruptly mid stroke.
"Time for the next one Sub. Sir Mike is going to be testing this item."
I nodded in response. More lube hit my hole.
I felt something a bit wider and stiffer than the beads start to force its way in. My breath quickened as it Spread me open. I tried to relax and take in the feeling. It felt fairly straight and not really tapered at all. It was smooth. That was all I could feel before Sir Mike rapidly thrust it in and out of me for almost two minutes.
As I caught my breath, he asked "Okay, slut, what is it?"
"Is it a kitchen spoon, Sir?" I asked nervously.