Stuck in The Stocks
I knew I wanted to visit a gloryhole. I'd been to glory holes on other trips, in other towns and always enjoyed feeding the cocksuckers. As long as I wasn't the one sitting on the bench it was all fine by me. So here I was in a new town for a convention and this was a chance to get a little wild. I looked up adult stores and took a taxi to one, first making sure I had about forty dollars in singles to feed the machine.
When I got to the bookstore I discovered there weren't any arcades. Disappointed, I checked out a swinger mag, then asked some of the other patrons for the scoop. I learned there was a sex club about a mile away, and it was a warm night, so I walked, reflecting on the thrill of glory holes: you never know what the person on the other side is going to do to you. You just have to trust that they have a talented tongue.
When I arrived the place had a decidedly BDSM vibe, especially the plaque above the counter which read: "Our safeword is for pussy's, but only an idiot forgets it." Regardless, since the membership fee was less than I expected to pay out in singles at the ABS, I filled out the membership forms hastily and entered.
I wandered around exploring the place. They didn't have any booths but they had a sauna, a hot tub, a Turkish bath, and what they called a toy lounge.
All of the first areas seemed too steamy on a warm summer's night so I checked out the last one. In my mind I expected to see walls covered with dildoes, and costumes for sale, but that wasn't what I found at all.
It was more like a medieval themed lounge with a bar. And it had these dim hallways leading to various rooms.
Mingling and meeting with others over drinks to flirt and arrange for casual sex wasn't anonymous enough for me even if the crowd did include some hot women and apparently, few ugly people. Still, I just wanted to get my cock sucked without seeing who was doing it. Preferably by a pretty woman, or even an ugly woman, but a man would do just fine.
I peeked my head into one room and saw handcuffs dangling from the ceiling on long chains. Not for me. Well, maybe if a hot fox were kneeling there with her arms hoisted high... but sadly the room was empty. Just before I closed the door I spied an imposing metal mace on the wall among the whips hanging there. I gave a little shudder to think that anyone here would use it - until I noticed that it was fastened to the wall quite permanently - unlike the whips.
The next chamber was full of padded sex furniture on which a receptive person could be positioned for various activities. I pictured pornstars spread out for my enjoyment. Some creepy dude was loitering outside the entryway making eyes at me with suggestive intent, but I ignored him, even as he asked me, "Dom or sub?" When I didn't answer he rephrased his question, "Restrainor or restrainee?"
Behind the next door I found a pitch black room with black walls and no light, save what shone through the door. I'm not sure I understood the appeal. But a foursome squeezed past me going into the room, obviously very excited to be there.
There was only one more door and I held out hope. On the door was a sign that read 'Salle au Pilori'. I didn't know the words but when I looked inside the room it had promise. I saw a large coffin shaped box on wheels in the center of the room but more importantly, an obvious gloryhole at the far end. There was a rectangular Flemmish oil painting on the wall - Pilgrims drowning a witch, and other scenes of people with their hands or feet imprisoned while townsfolk threw rotten fruit at them.
Entering the eerily quiet chamber I examined the box and the hole. On the wall above the hole it said "The Test." The hole was as big as a basketball but was blocked by a panel on the other side save for a tiny hole too small for a cock. A peephole? Peering through the hole there seemed to be nothing over there. It wasn't at all obvious how to use the glory hole. The only clue being the single word engraved on the panel: 'Innocent'.
The box was large enough to lay on top of, and had the same basketball sized hole in the top. Again there was a panel on the other side of the hole with a small peephole hole in it and the same engraved word. I pushed on the panel only to discover that it then split into two panels that swung apart, allowing access for one's cock. Behind the first panel was a second one which had a glory hole in it. On this panel was engraved the word 'Guilty'. I surmised it was a milking table - and that would do just fine as it was virtually a glory hole.
I climbed up on the chest, pushing the panels apart so I could insert my penis and balls. The panels seemed spring loaded and kept closing, which made it quite difficult to get myself inserted without having them pinch me. Finally, the first set of panels, with the hole the size of a peephole, opened wide, again revealing the second panel which had the glory hole in it.
With some work I eventually could manage it by prying apart one set of panels while allowing the second set to close around my cock and balls. I must have been doing it wrong and I wished there were instructions. It was a tight glory hole but it would work. I just wouldn't be able to thrust.
I waited about ten minutes when a woman completely clad in vinyl came in, followed by a naked man in a latex hood. The two of them knew right where to find a door in the cabinet, whereupon she ordered her servant to climb inside.
Immediately he started fondling my cock and balls causing me to grow rock hard. The woman ran her hands up and down my body adding a delightful sensual element to the experience.
He wasted no time in starting his fabulous sucking on my cock and when she heard him moaning she changed from rubbing my body to exploring and poking at my anus with her black gloved hand.
His cocksucking was outstanding and I grew to like her squishy prodding so I relaxed, letting it all happen to me. When I shot my load her finger was jammed inside me up to her last well lubed knuckle. My cock spasmed and for the first time I felt my anal ring contract on an object as I bucked against the wooden box. I swear it was the biggest load of my life and I absolutely loved it, disappointed only that I wouldn't be back this way again.
The mysterious woman snapped off her glove, throwing it away. Then patting my bum, thanked me for my submission, and left with her plaything. I got a better look at her as she left, noticing that her body was shapely and svelte from behind.
Contrary to what she said, I hadn't considered my act to be submissive at all. After all, I was the one getting my cock sucked by the faggot. But I didn't care about semantics and had enjoyed my night out greatly. The slave's mouth had been warm and wet and he was very skilled.
The panel hugged my package even more tightly now and I couldn't figure out how to undo its grasp. I reached under myself clawing at the panels but they wouldn't budge and there appeared to be no clasp.
Waiting in the room the first time had been anticipatory. But the waiting now was filled with worry. How long until someone would come show me how to get free?
Perhaps fifteen long minutes elapsed when someone entered through another door behind me. I hid my worry by forcing my voice to be calm as I said, "I'm glad you're here. The mechanism is perplexing. Will you help me out?"
