Sensory Overload

For lovers of serious bondage, here's a great story that appeared in Issue 38 (January/February 1994). The writer got himself into an experience that could have turned out much worse than it did. He was lucky, very lucky, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't advise you to be wary of going home with guys you meet in bars, or on line, until you get to know them a bit.

 

The two illustrations farther down were by the wonderful bondage artist, Sean.

 

SENSORY OVERLOAD

 

ORANGE, CA. I was walking up to the door apprehensively, knowing that I had bitten off more than I could chew and was about to step into the world of full body and mind control. Granted, I had fantasized about this moment and although I had gotten close on many occasions I had never fully let go of my control of a situation—I always knew I could stop things before my limits were reached. The problem was, I always stopped things well before my limits—I know that.

 

Until this time. In LA at the Eagle, this solid stocky guy in a bicycle hat with the brim turned upward, suggested we “rope ’em and ride ’em.” I followed him home; it was a long trip and I really had a lot of time to get scared. I knew he wasn’t the “easy going” type that would stop when I told him to.

 

We went into this guy’s apartment and I was told to take off my shirt, boots and socks; this left me only in my 501s. I could feel myself shuddering when “Sir,” as he was to be addressed, directed me toward a professional wrestling-style mat in the middle of the basement. He started into a wrestler’s crouch and I started to feel the anticipation and excitement growing throughout my body and especially between my legs.

 

Sir slapped at my head with his hand and we started the battle. I was easily outweighed by 60 to 70 pounds, so when he came crushing down on my chest I fell backwards; his full weight took all my breath away. As long as we wrestled, as hard as I tried, I could only occasionally get a hold of an arm or leg. I had never been known as a lightweight, but this other guy must have had some professional training. As we got sweatier and hotter, I got more and more tired. I wasn’t giving up though; each time we broke, I attacked. After what seemed like an eternity of serious wrestling, he finally just pinned me like a doll. I felt like someone had drained all the energy out of me.

 

He pulled me to my knees and asked if I needed some liquid refreshment as he started for his zipper. This is where I pulled back. Humbly but emphatically, I said “only safely, please, Sir.”

     
He roughly pulled me up to my feet and reached down and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my jeans, although he did not make any move to push them down. He directed me toward the weight bench; he put his hand on my shoulder and forced me to lay down on the weight bench, face down.

 

He positioned me so that my head was off the front of the bench with my knees on the floor. He then took two professional-type weight belts, hooked them together and put them under the bench, over my arms at my sides, across the small of my back and buckled it, tightly. I was so secure that when he grabbed my jeans at the ankles and yanked I didn’t budge, but my jeans did, with all the sweat they slid down my legs like they had been greased. He then surrounded my thighs and the weight bench legs with leather straps and buckled them—I wasn’t going anywhere.

 

Sir knelt down behind me and started kneading my cheeks. “Pretty,” he mumbled, “very pretty.” I inhaled as he ran his finger across my puckered hole. I’d never had much activity in the ass department and was really apprehensive of what was in store. He reached under me and roughly played with my balls and cock. By that time my cock had been rising and falling for quite a while as I was alternating between anticipation and dread. He demanded that this cock was to be standing up, and up right now; damned if he didn’t flick my right ball as a punctuation mark. I let out a whelp in spite of myself—it hurt like hell!

 

I heard the zipper behind me and almost simultaneously felt a greased finger invade my asshole; then two fingers, slowly working in and out…in and out…in and out. When the third finger started in I tensed up, having a healthy fear of being fisted; he pulled his fingers out and lay down across my back. He then showed me a small foil package and tore it open in front of my face. I realized that I could feel his hard cock roughly pushing against the back of my balls. He got up, reached back and started kneading my asscheeks again and roughly playing with my balls. He grabbed them and pulled down. I couldn’t move an inch, I was completely immobile, hard as a rock and in pain. He let go with a slap to my right asscheek. I don’t think he could have hit harder—none of this “work up to it shit,” he was serious.

 

He steadied himself with his hand on my back and began to enter. The first sign of gentleness came as he began slow and easy, letting me adjust to the intrusion. Once he was in though, I had never known a rabbit to work faster. Something having to do with the position I was bound into and the natural curve of his member, but he was hitting my “spot” on each and every thrust. He was relentless.

 

Suddenly there was an interruption, a noise at the top of the stairs. I came out of my pleasure-stupor but he just kept going. I heard steps behind me and strained my head to see over my shoulder. He grabbed my head and straightened it, eyes-forward. He somehow held my head rigid but never missed a beat. I heard some activity behind me and felt Sir’s fingers creep around to the front of my head and cover my eyes. After a few moments what I anticipated then happened, a cockhead met my lips. I hesitated and the Phantom commanded, “Open up.” I did.

 

It took me a few minutes to get into the rhythm of the two entering from both sides, but once we hit that magic harmony, we began to slurp, grunt, groan, gag, fart and make about every conceivable sound imaginable. Sir let go of my eyes but Phantom was doubled over me meeting Sir’s mouth in a passionate kiss. All I could see and feel was a nice medium-sized cock, a healthy mound of blond hair, and two generous balls hitting my chin.

 

As the intensity increased, Sir was obviously the first to cum. He started snorting and wheezing like a madman. He was bucking like I was some sort of a bronco and it took every fibre of my concentration to keep myself composed.

 

I really didn’t know what to expect next. Were they the type to unbuckle me and slap me on the ass and say “See ya next time?” Phantom had not cum yet, that was a good sign that the play was not over. Little did I know!

 

Next I heard some low voices behind me. I could not make out a word and since I was so helpless, began to get a bit uncomfortable. I started hearing some chains and a block & tackle maneuvering behind me. Someone knelt behind me and began unbuckling the straps holding my thighs to the weight bench. Then I felt some soft straps being placed around my ankles—you know the kind, with the sheepskin on the inside. I started to stretch my legs backwards a bit and Phantom said “They’ll get a good stretch.”

 

Phantom then walked in front of me and I was excited at the prospect of seeing what he looked like. Just as he got close to the front of me he stepped over my neck and pinned my head between his thighs. I was uncomfortable until I realized that his cock and balls were resting along the back of my neck, that put some excitement into the situation. He started unbuckling the weight belts from around my sides. Sir was putting similar straps to the ankle straps around my wrists. The instant the weight belts were loosened, my wrists were yanked together behind my back.

 

Phantom started to rise and just as I started to feel the pressure come off of my neck Sir put a blindfold on me. Then they started working a heavy collar around my neck. I realized there were rings attached to it when I felt some leather thongs begin to pull my wrists up my back as far as they would go and attach to the back of the collar.

 

Sir then addressed me and said simply: “Work with us and this may be somewhat pleasant for you; fight us and it will not be.” I didn’t realize that while he was talking they had spread my legs wide and attached them to a bar. They rolled me over onto my back. Phantom straddled me again and lowered his balls into my mouth. I heard the chains begin to work the block & tackle and I started sliding down the bench. I always thought being suspended upside down would be a great thrill and I was just about to find out what it was really like.

 

Phantom was working me along keeping his balls in my mouth as I slid along the bench. About the time that my shoulders reached the end of the bench and my legs were at about a 45 degree angle into the air Phantom stepped off of me and put his hand behind my neck and supported it as I slid off the bench and into the air.

 

By the time they stopped I couldn’t tell if I was 6 inches or 6 feet off the ground.

 

Talk about helpless. My hands were behind my back bound so tight that the insides of my arms were beginning to sweat. My legs were about three feet apart and my weight made it so my family jewels were completely vulnerable—as a matter of fact, everything was vulnerable. I tried to squeeze my cheeks together to give myself some comfort so that I could at least keep control of my asshole, but even that wasn’t mine anymore.

 

I hung there for what seemed like an eternity. It probably was just a few minutes, but I sure wished it were longer.

 

Sir made the comment: Let’s see him dance. Just about then a hand hit my right asscheek with a heluva lot of force forcing me forward. Another hand slapped me just right at my pubic hairline, just as hard. In back he slapped me on my upper thigh and I got slapped across the chest in front. This went on for what seemed like forever. Asscheek/right pec, thigh/shoulder, ass/chest, calf/abdomen. I couldn’t react, the blows just kept coming and coming, as I would wrench myself to react to one, another hit me from a different angle. I was screaming in spite of myself and was literally about to lose control. I was screaming to stop, please, Sir, stop, please! Just then in my haze I realized they were laughing as I was pissing all over the place, I had really lost control. Even though they stopped, I had been reacting so violently I couldn’t stop moving. I just kept squirming and wriggling and crying.

 

“Here baby, suck on this,” I heard after a few minutes. Phantom’s cockhead met my lips. He wasn’t rock hard so it was easy to take it in and I was surprised how it really did seem to calm me. There was no thrusting, he just held it in my mouth. Only when I started giving it real attention did it start to grow. Even though my whole body ached and hurt, when he took my cock into his mouth, I shuddered. This was 69 in the purest form and it felt so damn good. I knew it was too good to last.

 

I felt something invading my asshole. It felt narrow, it was too thin for a dildo, too smooth for a finger, what the hell was it—damn, it was an enema tube! I tightened up and tried getting Phantom’s cock out of my mouth but he wouldn’t let me, he grabbed my head and started slowly pumping deeply in and out.

 

Sure enough I felt a strange feeling inside as the bag started emptying its contents into me. In this position I knew I would be taking a heluva lot of liquid; as I started to worry about it my cock started to soften. Phantom took it out of his mouth and said, “If you want me to continue, you had better get this thing back up, I don’t suck on limp dicks.” I realized that all of this really was in my fantasy and immediately started “rising to the occasion.”

 

As I felt my stomach starting to distend, I felt the tube begin to be pulled out. Just then a butt plug was pushed into me to hold it all in. God only knows how much liquid I had taken. Phantom wasn’t stopping, he started really going to town sucking on my cock. He then pulled out and started quickly stroking himself and on the outward stroke hitting me at my neck with his balled up fist. Already I started cramping in my gut and worrying that maybe these guys didn’t know that in this position, with my hands behind, I could really hurt something inside as I was doubling up. I heard a grunt out of Phantom and felt his warm liquid hitting me on the neck, belly, then up as high as my cock; he was shooting a geyser and I couldn’t see it.

 

Sir started untying my hands as Phantom was relaxing into his afterglow. Then I heard the block & tackle begin to work. I started feeling myself being lowered to the ground as someone took my head and shoulders and began moving them back so I would gradually lay onto my back on the floor as I was lowered. My hands were useless after being in that position so long. Once I was down, I felt someone working on my ankles unbuckling the straps from the bar. Someone else had me pinned although there was no need, I was so exhausted I wasn’t moving.

 

Once the straps were free from the restraints Phantom helped me to my feet and started leading me across the room. By this time I was getting really weak-kneed from the cramps developing in my gut. I thought I was actually going to get some welcome relief. As one kept me on my feet the other started buckling my hands above my head. Once that was done, my feet were stretched apart and secured out to the sides. I was really moaning in agony and Phantom whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry, it’s coming out right now.” He reached behind me and grabbed the end of the plug and started pulling out. “There is an open drain right below you,” Sir said, “Let it go.” As if I had a choice, let it go I did, with a vengeance. After I was able to finally relax from all that internal pressure and catch my breath, I realized the room was completely quiet.

 

As I began to enjoy the solitude, I began to think about the fact that maybe they were going to leave me down here overnight—or worse. Just as I began to get panicky, I heard a noise at the top of the stairs and I heard my two tormenters entering the room. “Boy is he a mess,” one laughed. “Shouldn’t we clean him up?”

 

Have you ever been hit full-force with cold water from a garden hose with a nozzle on the end? It hurts like hell! They aimed that cold force at my legs, my chest, armpits, thighs and feet. Then they started playing at my neck and slowly started working down my front toward my cock and balls. Scared wasn’t the word, I knew if it hit my balls with that force, I’d be singing soprano for weeks. I was dancing, squirming, pleading and downright begging. There was mercy, for they didn’t hit me full force but the cold kept me screaming and yelling with pain.

 

I heard them working their way behind me and sure enough they started again between my shoulder blades. They started working down each flank, one at a time, across my butt and down my legs. When I thought they were through I felt the nozzle touch my asshole and start to invade it. “Please,” I said. “Please no, Sir.” Talk about sensory overload—I really didn’t think I could take that one. Fortunately they did back off, laughing.

 

As I was standing there dripping wet, shivering, Phantom said, “I think he’s had enough pain.” Sir came from behind and nuzzled in close; he started entering into me from behind, slowly and gently. Phantom came in close in front and started passionately kissing me. He broke and knelt down, grabbed my cock and started deep-throating me. I felt weak-kneed from the sensation. He started his hands crawling down my legs and unbuckling my ankles from their restraints. My arms were dead above my head and when he started unbuckling them Sir hugged me tightly keeping me on my feet as my arms became free. I couldn’t stand on my own. They took me over to the wrestling pads and slowly lowered me onto my belly.

 

Sir never pulled out of me. We started to gently roll over until we were on our backs, Sir still inside me. I was so beat from the experience that my limbs felt like they were made of lead. It was a welcome relief to be released from the blindfold. That is when I got a good look at Mr. Phantom. He had the same rugged-type face that Sir had, all business. There was no softness to him anywhere, he was solid. Looking at them both you could tell that they worked out regularly yet neither had a body-builder’s physique. Just solid and firm. The striking part was his piercing blue eyes, and while he did have blond hair, he wasn’t a pretty, surfer-type. The thing that stood out was his chest; he took particular pride in it. He had nice definition and just enough hair to accentuate the positive and a sweet trail of it going from the center of his belly and widening nicely around his cock & balls.

 

Everyone has experienced Michaelangelo’s David. Mr. Phantom had the same great balls and the head of his cock was hidden just as nicely as David’s beneath the intact foreskin.

 

Sir took my arms into a Full Nelson head hold and took his legs and hooked them around mine. Again I was in a position that I was not moving. Impaled from the rear and my head on the mat next to Sir’s, Phantom entered my mouth with his cock. He then took my cock into his mouth and started really working on me. I knew that even as long as it usually takes me to come that it was imminent today. When I finally did feel that familiar stirring, it hit with such a vengeance that Phantom barely had time to let me go and start pumping me. When I shot I felt like I had hit the moon I was racking my body in every direction.

 

After my eruption Phantom kept pumping on my cock using the cum as lubricant. He went all the way up and down paying close attention to the head. I was still impaled from the rear and still secured by Sir underneath me and started begging for mercy. The exquisite pain became unbearable! Finally it subsided enough for me to catch my breath.

 

We all lay together comfortably just letting each other relax. Sir and Mr. Phantom had pulled out after coming all over me. I began to feel like the odd-man-out and felt the urge to leave. As I started to move toward getting up, Sir barked, “Where in the hell do you think you are going?” I just gave him a puzzled look. He said again: “Where do you think you are going? Do you think that you have been dismissed? You have not! You will be dismissed when I say you may be dismissed and not a minute before.”

 

I got scared, what in the hell had I gotten myself into!

 

I had noticed some sort of contraption off to the side of the weight bench and was led over to it. When I started to object I was harshly told that I was not allowed to talk and if I kept it up I would be gagged in a most uncomfortable way. By what I had experienced, there was no doubt in my mind that what they said was true.

 

The padded table looked strange and I couldn’t figure it out until I was lead over to it. It was a modified cross about waist high, had two narrow wings straight out to the sides and two wide diagonal wings reaching to the back. I quickly realized that it was made so that the arms were to be out the sides and the legs back. I was nudged forward so that my hips hit where the backward wings met near the center of the cross. I then bent over and had to put my arms out to the sides to catch myself. Someone grabbed my left leg and lifted it so that my other leg slipped out from under me. Both legs were loosely secured with Velcro straps. My arms were secured tightly after being pulled so tight that my shoulders were forced down to meet the padding. My head was dangling. Sir came around front and slid out a small padded shelf from underneath to rest my head on something.

 

“This will be out as long as I feel it necessary,” he said. I was grateful for the comfort. “My friend is upstairs calling some friends to come over for a party,” he continued. I exclaimed, “Wait a minute!” He rushed around to the front, grabbed my hair and lifted my head. “You little bastard!” he said. “I warned you that talking was not allowed. You can scream, yell, cry, blubber—anything else you deem necessary. But talking is not allowed.”

 

With that he went over to a cabinet and pulled out a weird looking device. It had straps that met at a buckle in the back and the front looked like two large, rubber cockrings somehow linked together. He forced the first cockring into my mouth behind my teeth. The second was outside surrounding my lips. They were linked together with three short leather straps; the straps to go behind my head were attached to the outer ring. This damned thing was maddening. Once he secured it in, my mouth was open so wide that it was difficult to swallow. Immediately my spittle started drooling from my mouth onto the floor.

 

He knelt down next to me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “If something gets too intense, just click your fingers together. I’ll be looking out for you. Don’t worry,” he continued. “This won’t be a gang rape and everyone plays safely—I’ll be watching.”

 

Then he stood up and said, “This toy works really well for another purpose.” With that he put his tumescent cock into my mouth. I had no control, he could go all the way to the back of my throat in a straight shot and I couldn’t do a thing about it. As he grew he hit the back of my throat and the gag reflex started. Because of the new position, I was having to learn to suck all over again. Shortly I was able to get the hang of it and really it wasn’t bad. Occasionally my lips would push against my teeth and I had to move them so they wouldn’t hurt, but it was manageable. While I was focusing on what was going on in my front end, I jumped when he slapped me, hard, on my butt. “See what I mean,” he said. “I don’t have to worry about you biting down.” He was right, no matter how hard I tried, I could not bite down.

 

I heard Phantom come back down the stairs and walk behind me and up between my legs. While Sir kept his cock in my mouth, Phantom said, “Let me show you what fun we can have with this table.” The table kind of shook and moved around as he was doing something underneath it. I heard some gears moving and realized that my legs were spreading further apart. Once they were uncomfortably apart he stopped and tightened the velcro straps around my ankles. “This gives one or more of us free reign over your asshole, asshole!” He moved down and brought straps from along where my legs were stretched and secured them across my thighs just below my asscrack and another set just below my knees. Then he walked around the table and did the same with my arms near my shoulders, biceps and forearms. After that, the last strap went across my back, just below the armpits. It was as if the table and I were one. Other than my neck, I thought I could not move a muscle.

 

“We’re going to make you completely immobile now, dog!”

 

Immobile? I thought I was immobile. They began working at my ankles and using Saran Wrap started going around me and the table. As they started up my legs, one started to talk about all the fun they were going to have with me this weekend. With this gag in my mouth, I couldn’t articulate a word and was embarrassed at the drool continually coming out of my mouth. Once they got to the highest strap on my left leg they started on my right one. As one worked on my lower half the other started on my arms. Once done, they started around my mid-section above my ass and went around me and the table all the way up to my armpits. Then crossing the wrap over my shoulders and under the table, they pinned them to the table. Then they took duct tape and secured all the ends of the wrappings so it wouldn’t come undone.

 

My head was free, my hands were free, my feet were free, my ass was free, my cock and balls were free. Nothing else would budge.

 

“Is it getting cold in here?” one master asked the other. “Sure is,” came the reply. “We don’t want our property to be damaged by the cold, do we, ha ha.” I could tell it wasn’t concern driving the deeds to come, but the blanket they put over me did seem to help, I didn’t feel quite so vulnerable and it was a bit chilly.

 

They left the room again and turned off the light. Fortunately, Phantom had again pulled out the little shelf for me to rest my head on and despite being completely immobile, I was comfortable—for a couple of minutes. Then I realized that it was getting warm under this blanket. It was getting really warm. This is an electric blanket and it must be turned up on high. I could feel myself starting to sweat under all this wrap. I could feel the sweat start to travel down my asscrack and onto the back of my balls. They hadn’t put the blanket over my head so I didn’t have trouble breathing.

 

It took a long time for anyone to come and I was completely soaked in sweat from head to toe. I heard activity behind me and felt twinges of fear and anticipation. I needed this blanket off of me but was what was coming next going to be worse? Whatever happened, I knew I had little if any control of the situation.

 

There were obviously several people in the room and I was straining to see who was there, how many were there, what they looked like and frankly I just wanted a glimpse at their faces to see if I knew what I was getting into. I couldn’t see a damned thing, especially since the gag was still in my mouth restricting my head movement.

 

I relaxed for a second, still sweating like a pig, when a body walked in front of me so close that I could not make anything out except the buttons of his fly on the worn jeans. He tied a handkerchief around my eyes, effectively blindfolding me, completely.

 

A minute or two later, someone said, “Let’s go, boys.” I felt the anticipation in the room as they threw off the blanket and I was assaulted from every angle. Thinking back on it they must have planned the assault because simultaneously someone stuck his finger up my ass as someone else stuck his cock in my mouth. Someone on my left grabbed my left tit under the table as someone grabbed my right. Someone started tickling my feet and I don’t know how many were slapping my ass and legs. Someone had crawled under the table and taken my cock in his mouth while someone grabbed my balls and was about twisting them off—talk about sensory overload! I couldn’t squirm or cry out, much as I tried to get away from the prying, prodding, slapping and sucking, I couldn’t even focus on the pain, because it was coming from every angle.

 

With the contraption in my mouth, I could not bite down on the assault there. I was trying to cry out with every fibre of my being, but was unable to do anything but give that cock in my mouth a wild ride with the animal-like vibrations coming from my throat. I was totally losing control for the second time that night and becoming hysterical. If you’ve never had that experience, try it, you won’t believe the feeling you get. I remember seeing stars and all of a sudden feeling that I was floating outside of my body. Had I died; or simply crossed a threshold?

 

I have no idea how long the various assaults continued, but I do know that when I was anticipating the experience of full mind and body control when I first followed this master home, I did not have a clue that it was in fact going to be total, complete and without parallel.

 

When I came out of my stupor I realized that I was being hit with spunk from every angle as each of these hot guys started cumming in animal-like grunts and roars. I was wishing someone was videotaping this as it had to be one hell of an intense scene.

 

As things calmed down a couple of guys, one was Mike, started talking about me as if I wasn’t even there: “Well Joe, what do you think, does this prick deserve release or should we just leave him tied up down here and let his blue balls drive him crazy?” Joe was more compassionate: “He has been a good boy, let’s give him a nice reward.” As Mike and Joe started unwrapping and caressing my legs, chest and balls I sprang a hard on unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew it was only going to be a short matter of time before I crossed the threshold of no return. When they had finished letting me out of my bonds they gingerly and compassionately turned me over.  I was quivering with excitement. A couple of guys came over and started massaging and stroking me.

 

When Joe knelt down behind me and started pumping on my cock with one hand and making circular motions on my cockhead with the other, with all that spunk and grease, it only took about three or four pumps and I started a geyser. About the third gush hit me in the face, the first two going over my head. Just as I was coming back down I realized that he was not going to let me off that easy, he just kept pumping and playing with the head of my cock. I started writhing around like a stuck pig but I still couldn’t articulate anything but grunts and groans.

 

I have never experienced the intensity of that night before or since.