My name is Alex. I'm a professional BMX racer, I do mountain climbing in my spare time and can bench press 350 pounds. I can run a mile in less than five minutes. I'm not saying this to brag, I just want you to understand that I'm kind of a big deal. I've taken on just about everything the world has to offer and there isn't anything I can't handle. That's why I thought booking a gay sex dungeon would be a great idea.
Hold on, let me back up a bit. First, I'm not gay. I'm strictly all about the pussy, which I can get, any time I want and as much as I want. I've never seen a dick and thought, "You know what? I'd really like to give that a good sucking". Body hair is a total turn off. I can't do it, limp noodle. Disgusting. So why did I book a gay sex dungeon? Well, a few months ago, one of my surfing buddies had the nerve to call me a Homo. I laughed it off and called him fucking stupid. No big deal. But, the more I thought about it, the more an idea kind of came to me.
I'm not afraid of anything. I've seen and done it all. So why not take it to another level and go hardcore, and find a gay dungeon and see if THEY can handle ME? Makes sense, right? It's totally not my thing, but I bet even guys will be slobbering over this dick. So I went online and checked it out. I found a place called "Inner Desires". Pretty sure that's an ass fucking joke, good job guys. Anyway, it seemed like the right kind of place, so I booked an appointment, signed the consent forms and gave 'em my credit card.
So, here we are, on the front door of a seedy looking club joint, that looks like they could use a new sign and a fresh coat of paint. I hope "Inner Desires" looks better on the inside. But whatever, I hired a Korean chick to shave my pubes into a heart for them, so let's do this. Rock out with my cock out and all that.
Well, we are off to a rough start. The first room is a waiting room, and the guy at the desk looks like a bear -- which I think is what they call him? His huge beard is making my dick shrivel up even more than it already was. I can't believe I have to sit here and wait in line to let them ogle my cock. A couple other people are here wandering around. All dudes, of course. A few of them aren't even bad looking, but they could use a better tan.
A few minutes of browsing Facebook on my phone, then they finally call me back and lead me downstairs to "the dungeon". At least its below ground and they got that part right, I would have been pissed if I had to walk upstairs to a second floor dungeon. Looks like a dungeon too. Thick concrete walls, and lots of ... racks and harnesses? I don't know what to call them. A pair of guys in black T-shirts and bad hair tell me to strip down to bare ass, so I do. My cock is out, but they don't seem to be paying it much attention. Just wait, boys, and I will see if I can work it up for you.
They put me in the center of the room and get me all bondaged up. Cuffs go around my wrists and my arms are raised up over my head. They give me a little bit of slack so it isn't too bad, and the wrist cuffs are pretty comfortable. My ankles are chained to the ground, with my legs spread. That's pretty uncomfortable, my ass is open more than I like. But I'm ready to go. I hassle them a bit to get the show on the road. They let me know the master will be right in, and then head back upstairs.
I jump a bit in the cuffs, full of restless energy. I can't move much at all, pretty helpless like this. I've been in handcuffs before with the ladies, but it wasn't quite like this. They really call this guy "the master"? I can't wait to see what he is like. KI can't even imagine. Well, I'm sure he will love my cock all the same. Too bad, I bet he is gonna be a wreck when he finds out I'm straight.
Heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, sounds like leather boots. The guy from the desk marches into view, wearing the thick boots, what looks like leather underwear, and nothing else. This dude is fucking hairy.
I'm kinda of pissed, what a letdown. As he walks over to stand in front of me I speak up, "What, C'mon, tell me you aren't the guy. I was at least hoping for a guy in decent shape. There is no way I can get my cock hard like this."
I didn't even realize he was carrying anything, but the whippy little rod in his hand snaps out and catches me on the inner thigh, near the head of my cock. I give a little yelp, mostly surprise you know, and he reaches up to grab my chin and look directly in my eyes as he says, "Listen here, little pussy boy. You belong to me now and I don't want to hear any whining. It will only get you hurt. Your mine to use and to take as I please, to use that shriveled little cock of yours any way I want. I intend to use it very well."
He licks his lips as he finishes speaking, and I have to pull back from him. As much as I can anyway. "Sorry to disappoint you big fella, but I'm straight. No Homo, here. I'm just here to prove a point. That you all can't handle me, that nobody dominates me. Go ahead and slobber over my cock if you want, but I can't even get it up looking at you. I'm 100% straight."
The chubby, dark haired dungeon master laughed at me, stroking his fingers through the length of his beard. "Listen boy," he said giving my thigh another whip-crack, "I don't give a fuck what you think you are. Before you leave here today, you're going to be choking on MY dick. If you do have a tight little virgin pucker hole, trust me, you're going to be walking out of here well used. Now, no more talking. Let's get to work on that cock."