This story is purely fantasy and in no way relates to anyone alive or dead. Also even though this story illustrates bareback sex I would always encourage safe sex, especially with unknown partners.
Thank you to all the wonderful comments for the New slave story. I'm so glad you all enjoyed it. I've gotten a real bug for this story writing, I'll be adding more over the next few months.
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I reach the door to my favourite club, I need to relax.
It's no ordinary club, no it's a fetish club and not just any fetish club. This one has show's where some guy is bound and abused in front of an audience. I really enjoy the shows and sometimes take part abusing some willing young guy for the pleasure of the audience.
I enter and show them my membership card, I pay a small entrance charge and then I check in my large winter overcoat. It's warm in here as opposed the the harsh winter chill outside. There is a mirror in the foyer and I check myself out. I'm 52, around 5'9" and going slightly grey with a full head of hair. I'm not overweight but I could probably do with working out to trim myself up a bit. I think I am fairly handsome, I like my face anyhow and I don't seem to have to much problems meeting younger guys. I'm wearing leather chaps, a leather pouch that only just contains my 9" cock, a leather waistcoat and a peak leather cap. I turn round and check out my bare ass, I'm pleased it still looks pert and fuckable at my age.
The club is a complex of rooms, some are just small rooms with benches, some have bondage apparatus and some are cubicles with glory holes. The main room is the show room, with a main stage area surrounded by tall tables and stools for the audience. Opposite is the bar and I head straight there to purchase a drink. As the barman is fetching my beer I look around and see it's fairly busy, quite a few middle aged guys and a small number of young guys. They are all dressed quite differently, one guy is dressed only in leather hot pants while his partner who is lead around by a leash has a rubber apron on and nothing else. One guy looks as though he has just come from the office wearing a very nice suit, I guess he probably has.
The barman hands me my beer and I look for an empty table, there is only one near the back so I head towards it. Just then I notice a young guy enter the room and sit at the very same table. He looks to be in his early 20's wearing cargo shorts and a check shirt. He's quite cute, slim, around 5'7" with messy blond hair and horned rimmed glasses, I've always had a thing for the geeky look and I see some of the predator types watch him as he sits down. I know some the guys in here would pounce on such a fresh face but I'm almost at the table and I have already decided I would join him.
"Hi, do you mind if I join you? There are no other tables available" I say. He looks up at me a little startled.
"N-no," he stammers. And immediately looks down at the floor. Wow this boy is shy.
There are four stools around the table but I pick one that puts me right next to him. I can tell this makes him a little uncomfortable but I'm banking on him not moving his stool away for fear of offending me, he doesn't.
"I haven't seen you here before, is this your first time?" I ask. He nods and steals a sideways glance at me, I can see he was looking at my pouch.
"You'll enjoy the shows," I say, "I always come for the shows, they're really good."
He smiles and looks at my face briefly before looking back at the floor. Damn he's handsome.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Andy," he squeaks.
"Hi Andy, I'm Ben, nice to meet you," and I offer my hand.
He seems reluctant but gingerly he takes my hand and shakes it. His grip is light, quite feminine and soft. His touch sends shivers down my spine. Rarely have I encountered a touch like his but every time I have, sex with that person has always been amazing. I decide there and then I will have this boy.
The music changes and the curtains are drawn apart. On the stage is a young guy, he looks around 18, the youngest on stage I have seen yet. He's blindfolded, wearing headphones and a ball gag, I like it, sensory deprivation. He is still fully clothed, wearing tight jeans, and a tight shirt but his hands are tied behind his back. He is slim and nicely toned and is very handsome, with short black cropped hair. Also on the stage is a large frame with various loops and chains on it. Some of the guys wolf whistle at seeing such a cute young guy on stage.
On stage with him is Robbie, his master, a large man with a body that shows he visits the gym regular. He is wearing only a pair of jeans and his muscular chest is covered with fine black hair. His face is rugged with a square angular jaw and a shaved head. He is wearing a leather harness around his chest with makes him look even more manly. I've known Robbie all the years I've been coming here and we often share our boys with each other, especially when performing shows. I'm very interested in what Robbie has has in store for this young teen. I glance at Andy and see he is engrossed in what is happening on stage already.
Robbie walks up beside the young man, places one hand behind his neck and in one movement tears the t-shirt from his body. The boy jerks and lets out a muffled cry of shock. Robbie then unties the boys hands from behind his back then ties his arms above his head to a winch in the centre of the frame. Robbie then pulls a set of stocks from the side of the stage in front of the boy. He opens the stocks and lifts each of the boy's feet and places them in there closing it afterwards. The boy is now hanging and the bottom of his feet visible to the audience. I know what is coming as Robbie removes the gag from the boy's mouth so will be able to hear his cries.
Robbie then starts to lightly stroke the boy's feet. He gasps at first then as Robbie expertly tickles his souls the boy starts to laugh loudly as he twists and turns to try and escape the tickle torture.
"Please stop! Arghhahahaha!" He cries. But Robbie continues. He keeps it up for a good 3 or 4 minutes and the boy is breathless from laughing so much. Soon Robbie stops and fetches a riding crop, he swipes it at the boy's feet hard. The boys screams loud with the pain. Robbie cracks the whip down hard again and again the boy wincing and struggling to break free, his screams getting louder. I look at Andy and his gaze is fixed hard on the action on stage.
Eventually Robbie releases the boy's feet from the stocks moving them off stage. We can hear the boy sobbing a little as his feet touch the floor. Robbie then presses a button on the side of the frame and the winch whirrs into action lifting the boy up until he is dangling. Robbie then unfastens the boy's belt but instead of immediately pulling his jeans off he slowly lowers them, teasing the audience at what this boy has to show us. Robbie slowly spins the boy round as he gradually eases down his jeans and boxers pausing to stroke and tickle the boy's supple body. My cock is begining to grow as the boy's jeans are now just at the start of his cock showing his neat trim pubes and his pert ass, round and really fuckable . Robbie pulls the jeans lower and we can now see the base of his cock, he looks to be hard as it's being pulled down with his jeans. Suddenly his cock springs free and I hear sounds of approval from the audience as we look on his very stiff 7" cock. His balls are tight large and smooth and his cock bounces as he flexes it in anticipation. I look around and see various members of the audience are now rubbing their crotches. Robbie finally removes the last of the boy's clothes and he is now hanging there stark naked, still blindfolded and still with the headphones on.
