Testing the Toys

Testing the Toys

We met, quite by accident, at the DVD section about femdom and male submission in one of those adult bookstores that no longer really sell books. The guy I shall call Jacob spoke first, asking if this kind of video was what turned me on. With my response being yes, he inquired whether I was submissive or dominant, as he had seen me earlier looking at various devices to use on the male in bondage situations. When I indicated that I now was pretty much restricted to the submissive role, he suggested that we meet at a nearby restaurant for coffee and talk about our interests. I agreed and we went there to talk.

At the restaurant I explained that I had had prostate cancer over ten years ago and could no longer ejaculate, but still had orgasms, and that getting erections was no longer a sure thing. As it took more stimulation to get to orgasm now, I became interested in CBT as a sexual outlet. For me, however, the T stood for torment rather than torture, as I had no desire to be actually injured during any activity, or to be exposed to any illness such as E-coli. I was not into oral contact with fecal matter, rimming, though receiving anal sex, anal toys, and other anal play was fine. Having pain inflicted upon my cock and balls was fine, even quite intense pain, but I didn’t need a trip to the hospital from it.

Jacob told me that I might be just what he was looking for, as he was just enough of a sadist to enjoy tying a guy up, helpless to stop his fun watching and listening to the cries of paid as he tried different torments to his “victim’s” ass, cock and balls.

When I told him of the toys I had made, and had purchased, he was even more enthusiastic, as he said that he had made and was making some bondage furniture and equipment and hoped to be able to market it, as well as use it, and maybe some of mine might be marketable too. He said that he lived alone and was able to have company in private anytime. As we live some distance apart, it was necessary that getting together would require me to have some excuse to be away for a couple of days, at least overnight, and I gave him my information where we could E-mail on this site.

After a few e-mails back and forth, it came about that my wife wanted me to get away for a couple of days and go to a convention held by a group I am a member of. It also worked out well for Jacob, and we arranged to meet. He gave me directions to meet at a truck stop near his place, and how to recognize him again, and from there I could follow to his place. He wanted to take pictures and make video, which was OK with me if I wore a mask or something so I would be hard to identify.

We met as planned and got to his place, a nice, fairly small, home in a suburban neighborhood. When we got there, I brought in all my toys and devices and we looked them over together so he could be familiar with them. I was to put the mask on, it covered my head from the bridge of my nose up and had eye holes that could be closed to blindfold me. Once masked, I was to be under his control and do as he said or face the consequences. He took all my stuff and left the room. When he returned he put the mask on me, started the video, and said, “OK, take down your pants, shorts too.” I dropped my pants and shorts, and was then told to remove my shirt, T shirt, and stand facing him. He took a picture of me standing with my pants around my ankles and then had me turn around, bend over, and untie and remove my shoes and then my pants and socks as he took more pictures and the video camera kept running. When I was naked, he had me turn around and said, “Now, play with yourself for the camera for a while.” I stood facing him and masturbating for a few minutes, not knowing how long “a while” was, and then stopped. I had to pee and asked about using the restroom. He told me we could take care of that a little later, as there was something else more important to do now.

Stopping apparently was the wrong thing to do for he got up came over and put a collar on my neck, my Velcro restraints on my wrists and coupled my wrists to the ring on me collar, and pushed my foreskin back exposing the head of my cock. He told me to push my hips forward. He picked up the leather slapper I had made, that I thought he had taken away, and brought it down sharply right on my cock head. Then before I could even cry out, hit from the left and the right and up, right against the tip of my cock. Wow! That stung like hell! “Now” he said, “we’ll go down to where the real fun is.” He snapped a leash on my collar and led me down the steps to a partly finished basement.

I could see some of the furniture he had made, and he led me to a platform that had two smaller platforms on rails on it, put my Velcro ankle restraints on, had me step up on the platforms, and used adjustable ties to secure me to them. He unhooked my wrists from the collar and hooked them up and pulled them toward the ceiling. Then he slid the platforms I was standing on apart so my feet were wide apart, the ropes to my wrists pulled tight, and I could hardly move. To finish securing me he got my cock clamp and tightened it just back of the head of my cock, tight enough to hurt, and make me grunt with the pressure, and even mor as he fastened a cord and pulled it back between my legs forcing me to bow backward as much as I could. Now, I couldn’t move, except at great pain to my cock.

For a few minutes, as he adjusted the camera, nothing happened. All of a sudden, Whack! My paddle hit my ass cheek. Wow! I jumped and oooh! My cock pulled! Owww! The whacks on my ass kept coming until each cheek got twenty-five, and Jacob was satisfied with the redness of my butt.  He rubbed it and felt my ass hole with a finger, released the cord on my cock clamp, and began putting some kind of gel on my ass hole, which he then put a butt plug in. The plug fit on a pole that attached to a table on casters with brakes which he pushed so my hips were forced forward by the pressure of the plug in my ass. The cord on the cock clamp was pulled over to a counter where he passed it through an eye and hung a five pound weight on it, stretching my cock and causing some pain. That pain was nothing with what followed. I have a paddle a little longer than a 12 inch ruler, and he hit my stretched cock ten sharp whacks, followed by ten more right on the cock head exposed just beyond the clamp. That brought tears to my eyes and some real moans.

Jacob told me that he thought I needed a rest, loosened the clamp on my cock and moved it down to the base of my cock by my balls and re tightened it. I still had to piss, and asked again, and was told, “Shortly.” He released my feet and wrists, fastening them back to my collar, led me over by the laundry sink and had me get on my knees on the floor, bend forward, and hold my head in my hands on the floor. I could see then that he had an enema set up, and it was soon administered, two, two quart bottles of it. He massaged my belly and the pressure to release built rapidly. When it was certain I coul hold out no more, he led me by the cock clamp to a bathroom, and still holding my cock up, had me sit and release the enema. Doing so made me try to pee, but the clamp shut it off making a weird sensation. There was a hose set up and he used it to wash off my butt flushed away the mess and led me by the cock back out to the place where I got the enema. There he helped me lay on my back, put my spreader bar on my ankles, and used a rope and hook  to pull my legs up and back over my head so my butt was well off the floor.

Jacob said, “I guess it’s time for that piss now.” As he pinched my cock with one hand and released the clamp with the other. Holding my cock, he released, and once started there was no stopping as he aimed my stream straight at my face. Piss went up my nose in my eyes, under the mask into my hair, until I was empty. Until this time, Jacob had all his clothes on. At this point, he said, “I have to piss now, too.” Standing at my butt he took out his cock and pissed, first on my cock balls and ass, and then straight onto my face with the same result as my own had, and it just added to the puddle of piss that was slowly running to a nearby floor drain.

It was then that I noticed that the laundry tub faucet had a short garden hose on it with a shutoff at the end. Jacob attached a short plastic tube to the shut off. Then he picked upa a smaller plastic tube and coated it with a gel. He bent down and pushed the small end of the hose into my cock until I felt the sensation as it entered my bladder. He then took a bag like a hospital IV solution, placed the cock clamp loosely on my cock, connected the hoses and opened the valve, rapidly refilling my bladder to where it felt like I had to pee really bad, pulled the hose out of my cock and closed the clamp. Oh! I had to pee – bad.

Still in the same position, still soaked with piss, I see Jacob get a squeeze bulb with a long tube and squeeze and release it picking up some liquid from a jar, insert it in my ass and force the liquid in. Then pick up the garden hose and I watch as he inserts the plastic hose in my ass and partly open the valve. I could feel the water filling my bowel as he massaged my belly. Soon I could hold no more and the water squirted out, and he turned it off. Sure enough, it was the enema all over again with a full bladder and all. This time he released my hands and had me hold my cock against my belly and as I peed the warm water ran through my fingers down around my cock and balls as the enema was released. The release was mostly clear, like soapsuds, this time and the pee was clear saline.

Then he shut off the cameras, took off his clothes and gave me a complete shower, one of the high points of which was using a toothbrush to scrub the head of my cock. My hands were still fastened to  the collar so I could only reach around my face and he dried me off, put the mask back on, adjusted the cameras and had me follow him to the table used earlier to push my butt forward. He helped me onto the table on my back and placed a strap across my chest and spread my legs apart and secured them so that all I could move was my hands, as far as the ties to my collar allowed, which was just in front of my face.

It was then that he picked up my electric box and connected the two nine volt batteries. From among the things I brought he picked up the plastic probe with an embedded copper wire, lubricated it with a water base gel and inserted it in my cock as far as it would go. He found the similar probe shaped to stay inserted in the ass, lubed it and pushed it in. After connecting the wire clips to the probes he pushed both switches to the high voltage setting and pushed the button. Instantly my cock and ass hole came to life with a shock like having a sharp stick shoved in the ass and at  the same time being hit on the cock with a whip! That bought out a scream, the pain was brief but Oh Boy! Intense. That was why the higher voltage side had only a momentary contact switch, which he pushed four more times, getting a howl each time. My cock ached by the fifth one. After setting the switches to lower voltage, he used the momentary switch on that side, Wow! Not so bad as before, but still a real attention getter! Then Zowie! He turned the little crank that sent a continuous series of shocks, making my cock feel like it had exploded and causing a wail of protested pain.

Jacob asked if I would like some more electrical attention to which I said not really. Then he said, “I’ll give you a choice, more shocks or I fuck your face.” Knowing what my answer would be, he raised my head up slightly with the head rest and climbed up, straddling my chest with his cock at my mouth. His cock was about six inches long, and not overly large. I opened my mouth and he pushed it in for me to lick and suck as he pushed it in and pulled back, sometimes all the way out so I could lick the end, or sometimes lick his balls for a while. It wasn’t long before I could taste the precum and he began pushing in further and back for me to lick as I sucked. I could feel his balls tighten and then felt his cum shoot at the back of my mouth and down my throat. He kept his cock in my mouth until I had sucked and licked him clean, swallowing the whole load.

Now satisfied, he released my legs, attached the spreader bar, and used a pulley and cord to pull my feet up over my head, went and got one of my paddles. He used the paddle to get my ass red again, finishing off with three whacks with the paddle right on my balls. Even that wasn’t as bad as the continuous electric shock to the cock.

The rest of the session will continue in a second part of this story.