Introduction:
These stories are graphically sexual and sadomasochistic in nature. It contains consenting B.D.S.M activities. The key word there is 'Consenting'.
However, there is no humiliation (as a sexual activity) in it.
This is a new series of stories that has nothing to do with my other works.
Part 2 is already finished (and is being edited this week). It will be released shortly.
Chapter One
I had just finished at the gym. It had been a hard workout that pushed me to my limits. I felt both tired and somehow cleansed.
I showered in the men's locker room, and putting on a bathing suit, I wrapping a towel around myself and went into the sauna. There were three other men and three women there ahead of me.
I should explain that my gym is co-ed. There are lockers that are separate for men and women, showers too but the gym and the saunas are for both sexes.
Normally this isn't a problem and seeing as we are all adults, I felt okay about wearing just a bathing suit and towel. Men wore this unless they had chest piercings which should be covered up. Women were expected to wear appropriate gym attire except in the sauna where a bathing suit was required.
I recognized one of the women in the sauna was The Lovely Diane. Her eyes were closed and I did my best to ignore her lovely form. We had been a couple for quite a while. Then we had a falling out. Under other conditions, I would have let my membership lapse and simply taken my business to another gym.
However, I had paid a lot of money up front and signed a contract that specified I had a premium membership giving special privileges.
These special privileges included the more luxurious gym located in the back room away from the public gym. It also included the larger sauna, larger steam rooms, even a Jacuzzi and a mud bath pit in the premium member's area. There were a variety of massage rooms with professional masseuses. There was also a complete bar and a large soundproof party room.
Also, one didn't just sign up for the premium pack. One was asked by another premium member to join.
Frankly, seeing as The Lovely Diane was my sponsor, I was a little surprised when I was not blacklisted. One of the privileges of a sponsor was that they could (and sometimes did) withdraw their sponsorship. This usually meant that the offending individual was refunded their money and told (not asked) to leave.
While the basic membership was not too costly, the premium membership was. All that being said; I went into the sauna feeling fully justified in being there. I nodded at the other people already inside and sat quietly in the middle of one of the tiers closest to the centre of the room.
After a couple of minutes, I could feel the tension of day leaving as the heat did its work. A few minutes later and I was completely lax.
It came as a complete shock when the six people grabbed me.
Chapter Two
They took me so completely by surprise that I didn't know what they did. All I can say is that one minute I was relaxing in the sauna with equals and the next I was face down on a bench with my elbows and wrists tied behind me. There was a heavy business-like knee holding me down. It was hard to take a breath. My ankles were tied together and so were my thighs just above the knees.
They stood me up and when I went to protest, one of the men grabbed my head while the largest of the three men shoved a large penis gag into my mouth. He belted it in place.
The large man picked me up over his shoulder like I was a sack of rice and marched out of the sauna.
I struggled uselessly as we left the sauna and went down the corridor which separated both sets of lockers from the sauna and steam rooms. We reached an elevator. I had always assumed this elevator was merely a maintenance one. Obviously I was wrong.
I could feel that we were going up. How far up, I couldn't say and seeing as the gym was on one of the sub floors of a huge high rise, we might have been going up a long way.
No one said a word and they deliberately ignored me. The big man who held me did so effortlessly. There was no way I was going anywhere. But it isn't in my nature to quit so I kept struggling anyway.
Finally the elevator slowed and the bell dinged announcing we had arrived. We entered what I can only describe as a modern day sex dungeon. Even though the windows were covered and the lighting was subdued, I could make out what I saw. The room was filled with all many of devices. Some, like the rack I knew and some, I had no idea of. There were drawings all over the walls of men and women engaged in various sexual activities. They were depicted doing so in this very room.
The big man stood me on my feet and The Lovely Diane stepped in front of me. Her beautiful face was devoid of expression but I had known her long enough to realize she was thoroughly pissed.
"I suppose you wonder what the hell is going on!" Her hand reached out and pinched my bare nipple hard, "Perhaps this will give you a clue!"
Chapter Three
I yelled in pain as she continued to squeeze my nipple.
Finally she let go, stepped back and placing one hand on her hip and placed the back of her other hand against her cheek.
The big man continued to hold me still. The fact that I was bound tightly helped.
The Lovely Diane explained.
"This is The Ordeal." She purred menacingly, "You remember when I told you that naughty story about Mike and Jasmine?"
My guts turned to water and my penis got all tingly as I remembered.
When we had first gotten together, one of her first acts was to tie me spread-eagled on the bed. She had jerked me off slowly and with great relish. She had called it 'Milking'.
All the time she was milking me, The Lovely Diane told me this nasty tale of a woman called Jasmine who came home to find her man Mike having sex with Jasmine's best friend Madeline. Jasmine had been furious and had insisted that if Mike and Madeline wished to remain in Jasmine's circle, they would both have to endure 'The Ordeal'.
It had been a hot story and when she reached the climax of the tale, I reached a climax too. Then she had gotten creative.
It dawned on me now that the story wasn't fiction. As if to confirm my worry, The Lovely Diane nodded and spoke.
"Yes!" She nodded archly, "It wasn't fiction."
I struggled as she stepped forward and continued.
"I remember your reaction to that. And seeing as you are such a promiscuous slut I have decided to teach you about betraying me!"
This last was delivered softly but with real anger.
I gurgled in outrage at being so accused but she laughed cruelly.
She was really hurt and I also realized just how angry she must be. She never used profanity or vulgarity and simply could not stand to have it uttered in her presence. I had had to learn to speak without saying it whenever she was around.
"Oh don't play the innocent with me!" She snapped, "I saw you and Joyce Meister. You were fucking on the living room floor. You were fucking on the living room couch. From there you fucked her in the chair beside the couch and finally you fucked her against the living room window. After that the two of you fucked off into the next room!"
A tear rolled down her cheek as she continued with her accusation. She sighed deeply and looked down as she remembered.
I felt a qualm of guilt but could do nothing about it as stood nearly nude and bound tightly before The Lovely Diane and her cohorts.
"You never even looked up." She whispered softly, "I thought what we had had been special."
