Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Amber.
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So, those of you who remember my unexpectedly shortened honeymoon, may also remember that for the first week or so, Alex remained blissfully unaware that he was sailing around Greece on a BDSM theme boat.
Remarkably naïve at times, my husband!
He actually did very well to last so long without giving in to his need for intense submission. Until he became overwhelmed and the crew and I stepped in to give him what he needed and what he most definitely deserved.
Hmmmm. Good times.
It was a wonderful honeymoon though, and as well as sightseeing and diving, sailing and swimming, fucking and making love. Plus kissing. Many, many hours of kissing. We also spent a lot of time talking.
We talked about Alex's childhood, being raised in an orphanage and what he imagined his parents may have been like. About my parents and losing them at just fifteen years old. The impact that had on me, what might have been different.
We shared our hopes and dreams. Talked about our fears. And what we wanted to achieve together, now that we had tied ourselves to each other in this adventure called life.
And of course we talked about our fantasies.
I told Alex what I would like to do to and with him, and what I would like him to do to and with me. I may not be submissive (at all!), but I had plenty of ideas about getting Alex's hands on me. His mouth on me. His cock in me. And no, I'm not sharing them with the likes of you.
Alex had plenty of fantasies as well. Many that would never happen in any kind of reality, because they would be too dangerous. Some that we have adapted.
One of our favorites, was a fantasy the filthy pervert had been jerking off with since he was in his late teens. (Late teens being as far back as he would admit!)
This fantasy/daydream/wetdream, whatever you want to call it, involved him walking into the wrong bar and being forced, brutally taken by a bar full of men. Beaten, raped, manhandled and used. Bare backed, repeatedly.
I made him tell me this fantasy over and over because it was so hot. Especially how the flush would start on his cheeks and move down his neck until his entire upper body was hot and pink with arousal.
His breathing would become shallow and faster. His voice shakier and he would fidget as his hardness became unbearable.
Then we would run down to our cabin and fuck like horny rabbits.
Of course it's not a realistic fantasy at all. A bar filled with what he described as a hundred or more men. Yes, for sure they could have taken him, but Alex has crazy-ass martial arts skills. In reality he would have been half beaten to death before the sex started just to subdue him, and at least twenty or thirty of his would-be users would need medical attention.
Which I pointed out to him the first time he told me this delicious little flight of fancy.
Deadpanning, "Don't be shy though, Alex. Why don't you tell me what you really want?"
"Well of course, Leslie," he laughed, "That's why it's called a fantasy!"
But this story is about what happened when we went to visit my newly discovered family in Australia.
Shey and Keira had gone off to spend some time together. Sadie, Paul, and the girls were visiting some of Paul's family.
We were all meeting up, but right now were spread all over the country.
Alex and I had stayed in Sydney to start and we were both enjoying the city, despite annoying jet lag.
Tonight, two days in, we were determined to stay up and start resetting our body clocks.
We came out of a restaurant my cousin had recommended and went looking for a gay bar he had told me about. I spotted two guys, hand in hand, and we followed then down some steps. It matched the description of the bar we were looking for.
A terrifying looking bouncer waved us in, and we found ourselves in eye-candy-land.
Holy fuck. Was every beautiful gay man in Sydney here?
It was an enjoyable couple of hours, but we were flagging a little by 9.30pm (No, not lightweights. It was the jetlag!), and I suggested a walk to try and wake up.
That's when I discovered my wallet was missing from my back pocket. Alex hadn't brought his.
That's when we couldn't pay our tab and the barman was not impressed at all.
When about half the customers (so around forty hunky well built, and at this point pissed off, guys), realized something was amiss and the atmosphere started to become uncomfortable.
"Listen mate," the barman didn't sound very matey, "I don't need no poms in here who can't pay their bill. And I don't need excuses."
"Look," I held up my hands to indicate all was well, "Alex, you go back to the hotel and get your wallet, I'll wait here. Then we can go find a police station and report my wallet stolen."
"I've told you before, your back pocket is not the safest place for your wallet," Alex told me.
I nodded and tried to look sheepish. My wallet hadn't actually been stolen. I had palmed it off to the bouncer as we came in for safekeeping, but Alex wasn't to know that.
His eyes were dark with concern, "You should go get my money, I'll wait here."
I know what he was thinking. A bar full of annoyed men. I can look after myself but I'm no Bruce Lee.
I shook my head, "No, I don't think that's the best idea. You go."
Come on, it's a gay bar. Just being in there surrounded by all this testosterone and sheer beauty was causing Alex to send out major sub vibes.
A large, and I mean very large man, who towered over Alex's 6ft 4, pushed himself close behind Alex. I shook my head as Alex tensed. We really didn't want to accidently hospitalize anyone.
"Why don't you go and fetch your boyfriend's purse," he suggested to me. Standing so close that Alex must have been able to feel the heat from his (super-hot actually), muscular body. "We'll look after pretty boy here," he leered, his big hands hovering by Alex's hips.
"Husband actually," I corrected coolly, giving Alex a signal to stay calm.
He wasn't happy. He was 50% annoyed and 50% turned on. Plus 100% mad at himself for being turned on.
"And is that all he is?" the large man queried, "because we could take payment another way."
Alex rolled his eyes and blushed as the interested crowd mumbled their approval.
I had stood up to dig out my wallet and look around in fake panic to find it. Now I pushed back onto the bar stool and eyed the ringleader.
"What did you have in mind, and would it give me enough credit for another beer?" I asked, ignoring Alex's shocked expression.
A beer was immediately placed on the bar and I grinned, giving Alex his submit signal.
The confusion and shock on his face was replaced by wary humour and arousal as he realized that he had been set up.
There was some good-humored cheering as big guy nudged Alex towards me.
Then the whole room hushed, the music having been turned down to background. Everyone was watching Alex and wanted to hear what he said.
Alex came into my arms. He was already shaking with arousal.
"What do you say, Alex? You gonna earn my beer?" I teased.
"Oh fuck, Leslie. Is this for real?" His arms slipped around my waist as he cast a sweetly shy glance around the room. Approximately eighty men were staring at him. All strangers. Varying in age from twenty-five to at a guess late sixties. All looking at him hungrily.
I kissed him and held his face, "I know the Wizard of Aus," I told him in a sing song voice, "and he can make all your fantasies come true."
Alex glanced around again, the need and want on his face was obvious, but so were the nerves, "Leslie, they'll fucking kill me."
I scoffed, "Get real. Don't you trust me?"
He nodded.
"It'll be rough mind," I warned.
"I trust you, Master."
I smiled as his trembling hands stroked my chest. Watching him take the fall.
"You want it?"
"I do."
I lifted his face and looked deep into the dark blue, "This is your darkest fantasy made real. You have to be clear."
"I want it. Please, Master," he whispered.
I smiled, kissed him again and then lifted the beer bottle to my lips. The signal for them to take him.
A raucous cheer rang around the room, making Alex wince and suddenly he was dragged away from me.
It was fast and it was rough. Hands on every part of Alex's body, tugging him this way and that. Forcing him to his knees. Slapping and grasping.
His clothes disappeared faster than a blink and he gasped and moaned as numerous hands groped and squeezed. His balls were fondled, his cock slapped and bounced. His nipples twisted, pinched, and tugged. He cried out and writhed as fingers investigated his ass.
Arms pulled back, head yanked forwards as a blindfold was fastened and his hair gripped. Controlling him as leaking cocks were slapped against his cheeks and lips. In response Alex started to lick, lick, lick, trembling harder. His cock practically vibrating.
I had abandoned the beer and my cousin, Jamie, had come out from hiding and joined me, along with a few dominants that Alex and I had met over the past day or so. To make his fantasy come true, he needed to believe he was surrounded by strangers.
The borderline violent manhandling had sent Alex down the rabbit hole pretty quickly and he was throbbing and leaking when he was hauled over to a frame and spread across it.
His cock and balls quickly secured into two clasps rather like an old-fashioned clamp which were tightened to the perfect squeeze, and meant every struggle, every breath, wrenched at his sensitive manhood causing him to groan in pleasure, even as his ankles and wrists were also strapped down hard.
It was an interesting device, "Do you have design plans for that?" I asked Jamie and he grinned.
"I'll email them to you."
Alex's mouth and ass were at perfect fucking level. He was helpless, totally secure and supported on the sturdy frame, plus his back, ass, thighs, stomach, chest, and nipples, along with his cock and balls, were all accessible for the hands, floggers, and electro-shockers that were tormenting him.
There were four men roughly stretching his hole as they fingered him and slapped his ass hard, their hands slippery with lube as they competed for access.
Alex jumped and grunted. Sweated and panted. Overwhelmed with sensation.
A ball gag was slipped between his teeth and the lead dominant tonight (Jamie was fine to watch but really didn't want to take part or have control), who had been posing as the bartender, moved forward and spread Alex's cheeks obscenely wide, exposing his glistening hole and causing the room to erupt with jeers.
I moved closer. Grinning at Alex's trembling thighs. I wanted to clearly see him taken. I knew how much he wanted this.
