A gay sex stories: My New Personal Assistant Ch. 19 Content warning:
Practices you will read about are written for entertainment only, done by fictional characters.
You should always be careful when practicing any kind of BDSM punishment. And I advise you to talk with your partner in front and do the needed research.
In general, when spanking or whipping, always make sure you know and respect the safe zones! This story is in no way a guide!
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Chapter 19 – Down in the dungeon
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I pointed at a brown leather whip with a thick handle and about twenty to thirty thin falls. Thomas reached for it and tried the material. He had this subtle, devious smile.
“Good. Come.” Thomas picked it up and tried to balance it on his finger. Ben watched him with a smile. Thomas nodded appraisingly and moved to the middle of the room.
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I hoped he would tie me up, but he just stopped me and ordered me to spread my arms and legs again.
“Kiss it.”
Seriously? I found it silly, but I did as he told me while looking him in the eyes.
“There are areas that shouldn’t be hit,” he brushed the tails on my shoulders. “Yet I said every part of your body,” he looked me severely in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Thomas, tie me down. I seriously worry I will hurt you.”
I clearly remembered the rage and how hard I had to fight not to attack him. I worried that he would cross the line and I would do something I’d regret. I shouldn’t be that big of a threat if I couldn’t move, but Ben was now sitting about five feet away. How fast could he jump on me if I snapped?
“You will not. If I am correct, you should enjoy this one.”
With that, he struck me lightly, and I felt a slight sting along my left shoulder. I was expecting a surge of adrenaline, but all I felt was a rush, and I moaned in relief.
Another.
“I will keep hitting each part until you thank me, Matt.”
“Thank you,” I sighed.
“Right one.”
I anticipated the pain. Instead, only another soft sting came. I moaned slightly, enjoying the sensation, but I thought I should have picked something more challenging. I should do some research for the future.
“Thank you,” I nearly forgot.
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“Which arm will be first?”
“I don’t care.”
He looked at me with a smirk.
“Fine.”
He didn’t say a word this time, and I just felt my arm being cut! A loud slapping sound resonated in my ears, and sharp pain rushed through the place he hit. I screamed in pain and brought the arm to my body in reflex.
“Raise that hand.”
“Fuck!”
“Now.”
I raised it, and he hit it again! I swear he hit the same exact spot! I gritted my teeth and just then realized what is he waiting for.
“Thank you!” I barked.
He smiled at me. “Raise that hand.”
Fuck! My forearm! “Thank you!” I snarled, more angry than anything else. What is this good for, damn it?!
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“I once loved a man.”
He hit my second arm, and I hissed, listening intently, taken aback by his sentence.
Thomas smirked and struck my bicep again. Cutting pain reminded me of what was there to be said! “Thank you,” I said slowly.
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“He had this view on sexuality I really liked.”
Thomas hit my left forearm. I shuddered and breathed through the sharp pain. He was doing it hard!
“Thank you.”
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“He said that people, in his opinion, have levels at which they experience sexual pleasure.”
Thomas brushed my chest lightly with straps and changed the handle’s grip. Then, he started making slow circular movements with his wrists, creating an infinity pattern with the falls and hitting my chest with the ends. It felt nice initially, but I worried this was just the beginning.
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“On one level, there is what one enjoys in their fantasy. Their passions and kinks. What turns them on and one even wishes they could experience.”
His fluent movements started gaining intensity, and it began to be a little harder to endure them. Still, I wanted him to continue!
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“On the other is what they want to experience in real life with a person they care about or consider a romantic partner.”
The force of his whips became so painful that I started to groan, and I tightened my fists. My chest felt like it was burning!
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“The last one is what one considers arousing in fiction, porn or fantasy but never would want to experience that in real life!”
I started screaming. The pain was now nearly unbearable.
“Thank you!” I panted as he stopped.
I wanted to touch my chest, but the moment I moved my arms, he looked at me with a definitive look. Not to move! I understood immediately, and I breathed heavily, watching him.
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He moved behind me and put his hand on my back. I started shaking.
“Do you know what the finest erogenous zone is?”
I felt his chest on my back, and he wrapped his arm around my aching pecs. I leaned toward him and turned to look up into his dark eyes. I shook my head.
Thomas rested on me. His lips nearly touching mine. “The mind.”
He let go of me so suddenly that I felt like he took part of me with him.
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I felt his fingers scratching my left shoulder blade, and then a sharp sting crossed my right. I screamed and arched my back at the impact.
“When I see a man I am interested in. Usually, I can guess with good accuracy what experiences he would put on each level.”
Another hit crossed my back. The left shoulder blade this time. I groaned, but I wanted more. He saw it and obliged. I was breathing heavily as one after another thin sharp strap reached my skin as if ripping it. Still, I needed more! This started to feel cathartic. I hissed and heaved, but I stood there taking it.
“However, I just can’t tell when I look at you.”
I moaned when I felt the latest sharp hit.
“Thank you.” I rasped.
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He moved again, and I felt him hit my butt lightly. I spread my legs wider and groaned in pleasure. I felt the straps attacking my cheeks with speed.
“It’s not like I don’t know by now what turns you on. I just can’t seem to find any distinctions between the levels. Like you don’t even have three of them, only one utter chaos that drives you!”
I screamed in pain as he struck my ass so hard my knees buckled. I stood up straight again and heard his chuckle.
“Not that I mind. It’s your chaos, and it shouldn’t concern me.”
I roared as the next strike cut my cheek.
“Yet, I feel like your chaos is infecting me for some reason.”
“Fuuuck!” his hits got progressively more demanding, and it was difficult now to stand still.
“Thank you!”
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“Fuck!” I hissed through the pain in my left thigh. He didn’t even give me a moment to rest!
“If anyone else would do half the things you did. I would cast them out of my life.”
“Thank you!”
I fell to my knees and breathed hard. My whole body was burning!
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“Stand up, Matt.”
I had to collect all my strength to fight the fear that started filling me, but I did.
“I told you it’s over that Sunday.”
I yelled so loud it must have been heard upstairs when he hit my other thigh.
“Thank you!”
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I didn’t see him, as Thomas was standing behind me, but the way Peter was looking at him was scary. He was clutching at Ben’s leg, and Ben was looking at Thomas with concern.
“Yet, even though I told you that, and I meant every word, you managed to get back into my bed just a few days after that!”
“Thank you!” I whimpered and fell on the floor after he slashed the back of my left calf.
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“Up.”
“Fuck!” I stood up again. I was shaking, and tears were falling down my face. I was in hell, yet I loved it, and I knew I wanted this so much! If only I could have him now!
The right calf felt like he had just cut it off, but I clenched my teeth and managed to stand through it. I was hissing and breathing raggedly.
“Thank you!”
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“Raise your foot.”
“Damn!”
I raised the left one bracing for impact. It stung, and I nearly fell. I cooed in pain and thanked him.
“Another one.”
Last one! I raised it, bore with it, and thanked him. I hoped for the last time as he finished his torture.
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Thomas stood in front of me. And used the handle of that fucking whip to move my hands and legs back into proper position.
“Flex your abs, Matt.”
“What?!”
“Trust me. It will be worse if you don’t.”
“Tom!” I heard Ben like in a dream, not even realizing his existence anymore, just those cruel blue eyes in front of me.
I gritted my teeth and flexed while breathing shallowly. I nodded, and Thomas smiled.
Sharp, rough pain crossed me, and I felt it all over my body. I was shaking, and for a second, I thought I would vomit.
“Thank you.” I wheezed.
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“Last one,” Thomas reached my cheek and stroked it gently.
He looked ominously and started light circular movements. What part did he miss?!
I realized it before he started! No!!!
Thomas began smacking my dick lightly, but with everything going on, it was too much. I gritted my teeth and looked him in the eyes.
“When I punished you back then, and we agreed that you would not contact me until the 7th, did you already plan on coming to my house that Christmas?”
“Yes!” I said through clenched teeth.
“And not only that, you came here. Tonight.”
“Tom!”
I cried from pain when I thanked him. He didn’t stop!
“You know what pisses me off the most, Matt?”
I shook my head.
“That I wanted you to come.”
He stopped. He reached for me and brought my head to his shoulder, holding me in his arms. I embraced him and breathed in his scent.
“Good boy,” he kissed me.
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Thomas sat me down on the floor and held me.
“It’s only a belt, is it?”
He looked at me, and I realized he was right. I didn’t feel any urge to beat him. I nodded, and he kissed me for the longest time.
We stayed like that, and he just held me. I felt so safe, so warm. So nice. I had to smile.
“I want to fuck you, Matt.” Just then, I realized how hard we both are.
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“Stay here.”
He combed my hair back and stood up to go somewhere.
“Red or black?”
Did that little cunt just scoff now? He wasn’t even trying to conceal now how he felt about me.
Fuck you, pretty boy.
“Red.”
Thomas smirked and asked Ben where are the ropes. Ben pointed, and Thomas soon came with lots of it. This one was a natural color. I suppose he just asked to know what type I wanted.
“Kneel. Hand’s behind your back.”
I did, but I couldn’t help to frown when I saw that pretty little boy staring me down. Fuck I wanted him gone!
“Will they be here the whole time?”
“Yes.” Thomas started tying me up.
“Why?”
“It’s the rule of this dungeon. They either watch or participate.”
“Then take me to yours.”
“You are not worthy of stepping inside of mine.”
“Am I worthy of being in this one?”
“Just barely.” Thomas grinned at me. “It’s personal preference, really. I don’t want you in mine. It’s sacred to me. For me, in a dungeon, there are strict rules, one of which is the hierarchy. The sub can choose whether he will participate, but other than that, all other choices are made by the master. So I am not taking you into mine until you understand those rules.”
“You liked the way we fucked.” I looked at him. I loved watching him tying me.
“I have to admit, I did. But, still, that place is something I care about immensely.”
I stared at him. This hurt me. Thomas looked at me intensely as if to tell me he meant every word.
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I got angry, and that pretty boy watching me like that was making things even worse. How many times had he been down there? I felt envious.
“Why is that cunt glaring at me like that?”
Thomas raised his look from the ropes and looked into Peter’s eyes. They suddenly seemed hurt. Then Thomas looked at Ben and turned back to me.
“Peter may be upset that you’ve crossed my lines, yet you are here with me. He tried to change my decision many times in various attempts and all in vain. I suppose seeing a straight, closeted, engaged brat like you accomplishing that may be hurtful for him.”
“Right…” I wanted to push him more!
“Did he ever get you to give him a head?” I kept looking at that pretty face.
“Once.” He smirked at me and moved to tie my hands and torso.
I smirked this time at Peter. “Boy, you should be upset about that. He is fucking good at it.”
Ben frowned, and Peter’s spine straightened in anger. Ben looked at Peter and rubbed his head in a soothing gesture. It was nearly loving. Peter smiled at him and laid his head on Ben’s knee.
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“Did he ever get to fuck you?”
Peter raised his head, and they both looked at us in utter shock.
Thomas smiled, looking at me as he tied a rope around my torso and neck.
“No.”
“Yet my load is in your hole right now.”
I sneered at Thomas, and he chuckled and tightened the rope around my neck so tight I struggled to breathe.
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They must have looked at Thomas, but he didn’t stop staring into my eyes as I was choking.
“True.” Thomas loosened my neck, and I breathed heavily.
Peter looked on the verge of crying.
“He is a moaner. I suppose you have to be built differently to be able to tap that, pretty boy.”
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“Tame your sub, or I will break him.” Ben’s voice was low and deep. I must admit it sounded menacing. He didn’t even need to raise a voice, and I felt goosebumps and dread.
Thomas looked back at him calmly. “You will not.”
The way they spoke made me shutter. The tension that rose in this room was heavy, and for the first time, I realized that both are dominants, even though they are probably different in how they treat their lovers.
“Then gag that sub.”
“That’s the thing, Ben,” Thomas continued calmly as he made me stand and pulled the rope through some hooks above me. “He is not my sub.” He looked at me. “Are you?”
“No! I am fucking not!”
Peter and Ben frowned as if not understanding what we meant.
“Then what is he?”
“I am his lover.”
Time stopped, and everything froze. I loved to hear that, even though I have no idea why I just said that. I maybe just wanted to enrage Peter until he left, but it felt so right at that moment!
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Thomas leaned to my ear and whispered. “You enjoy hurting them.”
“I don’t want them here.” I hissed.
“Did he really get to top you?” Peter broke his silence. Disbelief and hurt were evident in his voice.
“I got to top him multiple times, pretty boy. I even tied him down and bred him while he screamed my name in madness.”
I topped Thomas three times if I include tonight. But I count three as multiple, even though I know how rare that is with him. Given that we started in a way when he wouldn’t even touch my dick, I was proud of that progress.
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Peter stood up and left.
“Wasn’t he supposed to ask for permission?” I asked mockingly.
Ben furiously looked at Thomas.
“This is your only warning!”
Thomas nodded.
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We heard Peter scream in the distance.
“What made him so upset?” I asked in an innocent tone, but the victory I felt must have been evident on my face.
“First, you were being cruel, and you know it.”
“He was sneering at me the whole time since I came into this house. He should have known better whom he wants to taunt.”
“Second is that no one ever got to top me, and he knows about that.”
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I was muted in shock. I just looked into his eyes, trying to find out if what he said it’s true.
“Bullshit!”
He looked at me sincerely. “You know I have a thing against lying, Matt.”
I pulled on those ropes. By now, I was totally at his mercy. My body could only wiggle as he pleased.
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“That night, was that your first?”
I couldn’t believe that! Was he going to let me fuck him by overpowering him? Just like that? Why did he agree to that?! Fuck, how grateful I was that I took him the first time gently!
“Yes.”
I felt enormous joy, pride, and care for this man! I was filled, and no one could take that feeling from me. I don’t know why, but knowing that made me emotional.
“Thomas, for god’s sake, kiss me!”
Why did he even tell me? Maybe he revealed it only cos he was still slightly drunk, but I felt like I conquered the whole world right then!
“Please!” I was in desperate need of closure right then.
“I will if you promise me you will apologize to them and behave. I have my plans for you.”
“I don’t want them to be here.”
“I want them to be here.” He said seriously but with a smile.
“Fine, I will behave.”
“And apologize.”
“And apologize, I swear, now please kiss me!”
Thomas came to me and planted his lips softly on mine. I was immersed in this kiss so much I wouldn’t care if every one of Thomas’s exes would be now in the room. He was mine!
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“I will gradually increase my play. You can decide whether they will participate or not, but if Ben now fucks you, he will destroy you after what you did to Peter. Keep that in mind.”