I had known John for about two years. We had met in a bar one evening and immediately hit it off. We fished, drank beer, watched football, and generally hung around together like teenagers. He would come to my house unannounced from time to time, and I went to his. We were just a couple of good friends.

John was over at my place one night waiting for the game to start and the whiskey was flowing. We talked about women we had slept with and compared notes as to what they enjoyed, and more important what we enjoyed. John told me about a time when the girl he was with wanted to be tied and spanked. His eyes shone as he described how she screamed in pain and delight, and –when he let her down- she fucked him like there was no tomorrow. His description of the event gave me a hard-on which he noticed. “Did that excite you?” asked John. I said “Yes, I love kinky stuff like that-but from the other side of the whip so to speak.” John looked at me, and said “You mean you like to be spanked?” I blushed a little, and said “yes, my last two girlfriends enjoyed tying me and whipping me, God it was good.” John smiled, and asked “Have you ever had a homosexual encounter?” I laughed, “No, that is one thing that I never have experienced.” “Never met a man that I wanted to fuck-I guess.” He laughed with me. The game started, and we both went quiet except for cheering for opposite sides.

A few weeks later I dropped by John’s house, he had installed a home gym and wanted me to come over for a workout. I parked my car out in the street, and walked up to the door. Just as I knocked, the door opened. “Come on in!” John exclaimed, “I saw you drive up.” We shook hands and I entered the hallway, gym bag in hand. He led me down to his basement where assorted weights, and a multi gym proclaimed that this was his gym. “I’ve just about got it all n here,” He said, but I have a couple of other things in the other room that you may find interesting.” I looked around the area, and said “I can’t imagine what it could be, you seem to have it all covered.”

John walked over to another door, and opened it, I put my bag down and walked into the room. It was obviously a dungeon, soft fabric coated the walls, and the ceiling consisted of sound proof tiles. A pair of leather cuffs with Velcro attachments were attached to the ceiling, a second pair were attached to rings in the floor. A pully system was attached to a spreader bar situated near the floor cuffs. A cross of ST Andrews leant in the corner and a collection of whips and other paraphernalia hung from hooks in a cupboard on one wall. I swallowed, trying to hide my excitement, and said “Nice place, you’ve got here. I didn’t realize that you were that into BDSM.” John walked in behind me. “I have a question for you Bill” he whispered, “would you like to try it out?” I turned and looked at him, and said, “I have never been whipped by a guy before.” He smiled and said “Here’s your chance.” “You could tell me your a safe word? And tell me your limits, or you could turn around and we will go back into the gym and work out. No pressure”. I swallowed hard and smiled nervously, “My safe word is ‘uncle’” I said, and I don’t want anything to do with ‘scat’.” He grinned and said “Understood, now take off your clothes and go place your wrists in the flogging cuffs on the ceiling over there.”

I undressed, quickly rolling my street clothes, and walked over to where the flogging cuffs hung. I raised my arms and placed them in the cuffs. John followed behind and quickly fastened the cuffs on my wrists. He then leaned over and spread my legs into the pair I had seen attached to the floor. I was spread wide open and helpless, John went to his cupboard and returned with a black leather flogger and some nipple clamps. “Here are the rules,” He said, “I want you to beg me for sex, at the end of our session you are going to beg me to fuck you.” “I am going to whip you and torture you until you beg me to stop, if you prove to be obstinate, all the better, cause I love to torment people”. He placed a ball gag in my mouth, and said “when you are ready to submit, nod your head vigorously, and I will remove the gag so that we can have a little talk, I wil ask and you can answer do you understand?” I nodded my head, and he pinched my left nipple and attached a nipple clamp, he pulled my right nipple and attached a second linked by a length of chain. The clamps bit into my nipples, making them swell which increased the pain and discomfort. My cock grew as John walked around me swatting my body lightly with the flogger. He smiled and brought the whip down on my erection, which made me scream. The ball gag reduced my blood curdling scream to “NNNGH”. John smiled at the sound and said “the ball gag is just one of my little kinks, my dungeon is pretty well sound proofed.” He stood naked, except for a pouch, in front of me with a smile on his face and a growing bulge straining the fabric. He started whipping my chest, each blow a wicked caress, as the tails of the flogger flicked mercilessly at my chest. The strands of the whip would catch briefly in the chain connecting the clamps and tugged at my now inflamed nipples every now and then. John came close and removed the clamp from my right nipple. He leaned closely and took my sore, aggravated nipple in his mouth and between his teeth. He sucked hard, and then sank his teeth into my man-boob. John pulled his head away while still sucking hard and let his teeth scrape my nipple as it popped out of his mouth. He re-attached the clamp and gave the chain a sharp tug. All the while I moaned and screamed through my gag.

John stood back and gave my penis and sack a couple of stings from the whip, and then reached up for the gag. He said “I am not finished-yet, but I want to hear your screams” as he un-hooked the gag and popped it out of my mouth. I exercised my sore jaw and started to speak, John slapped my face –hard- and said “You will speak only when spoken to. When I  think you are ready, I will tell you”. John disappeared from view, I could hear him walking behind me, and I hung in my bonds, my body wet with sweat. I heard his soft footstep behind me and the swish, swish, swish of his next toy. Suddenly my back caught fire, or so it seemed from the intense pain. I shouted and then screamed as my butt caught fire. I could feel the whip, or whatever he was using cutting into my skin with each stroke. John said nothing throughout. I screamed and squirmed with every lash. After about ten lashes or so I was ready to agree to anything John wanted. Suddenly there was a break, a bundle of birch twigs was thrown at my feet. I had been birched, I had heard that birching was painful, now I knew! I felt his finger smearing liquid on my anus, then something hard was being pressed against my hole, I clenched my ass to stop it, and was rewarded with a sharp stinging crack of his hand. I stopped and something broad stretched my anus and popped in, I squealed as it violated my ass and filled me. John walked away and I hung there covered in sweat wondering when he would be ready. John came into view again this time holding a cat of nine leather tails. He smiled, and then started whipping my chest, the third stroke pulled one of the clamps from my nipple and I screamed bloody murder. John, walked over said, “Are you ready to do as I tell you?” I looked him in the eye and weakly said “no?”. I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted more before I surrendered to his demands. He smiled and re-attached the clamp on my left nipple, which was bleeding a little.

He stood back and started walking around me, striking my wet naked body with lash after lash until I could not take any more and started to scream and beg for mercy. John gave me a couple more hard lashes, and then stood in front of me. “Are you ready to be my fuck toy?” John asked. I nodded my head in agreement. “Hmmmmmm” He said “I think you need a few more lashes.” I shook my head no, and mouthed the word ‘please. “For denying me, that will be another 10 lashes” He exclaimed. “Count Them!” The first was laid across my chest, “One!” I shouted .Two, three and four worked down the front of my body and I Counted them out one by one. John stepped behind me and the whip cut across my shoulders the tails of the lashes striking my sore nipples. “FIVE!!” I screamed, “SIX!, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN” John stood in front of me and asked “Are you ready now?” I said “Yes, Please”. “Well then,” He said “Prove it” and he grabbed my head and kissed me, I returned his kiss accepting his tongue in my mouth, sucking it eagerly.

He broke off the kiss, and unshackled my legs, and then released my wrists. “Kneel” he commanded. I knelt in front of him and he shackled my arms behind me. He dropped his panties, his large erection glistening in the half light of the dungeon a drop of pre-cum glistening. “Take me in your mouth”, He commanded. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to take his manhood into my mouth. His hand found the back of my head and I started to slowly suck his hardness in and out of my mouth. I could feel him grow in my mouth, and taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.  His cock was more than a mouthful, I had to open wide to accommodate it. It was odd, I felt no disgust or shame, just relief that the torture was over and an eagerness to please him and prevent a re-occurrence, at least for a while. I felt him place something around my neck, and felt the buckle being drawn tight. My head bobbed along the length of his glistening manhood, when he stopped me, and attached a leash to the collar around my throat. “Come,” He said.

John led me into his bedroom and fastened the leash to the headboard. “On your knees, slave”, he commanded “Present your ass to your Master”. He pulled what turned out to be a but plug, from my ass and I felt his fingers spread lubricant into my anus. I relaxed, or tried to as I felt the head of his engorged member pressing against my ass. He pushed a little harder, and the head started to slowly stretch my tight asshole. “Mmmmmm!” He said, “You really were a virgin.” With that he entered me and I squealed as I felt his manhood stretch my anus, and plunge deep into my bowels. John slapped my ass hard as he started fucking me in earnest. In and out, I felt every inch of his erection as it forced its way into me. Suddenly, John pulled on the leash attached to my collar and pulled himself deeper into me as he shot inside my ass. I felt the heat of his cum, and then he collapsed on top of me, still impaled on his softening erection.

Presently, John reached over and undid the manacles holding my wrists behind me. He slid out of me, and threw me a washcloth. I slowly got up and cleaned myself, and then went into the other room to fetch my clothes. As I entered the dungeon, the leash tightened, and John said “Do you want some more?” I turned and looked him in the eyes, and said “Not today please, but maybe we can do it again?” John laughed, and said “yes, that was good, you are a very good slave.” “I have some more ideas,” He continued. Are we still friends?” I smiled and siad, “I hope so, I do not want to be lovers, but when you want, claim me I am your slave.” We shook hands and John took the collar off my neck. I dressed and went home, to think of all that happened.