It should be no surprise to me that I ended up this way. The day started with everything going wrong, so why did I think it would end up better? What did that t-shirt say, "I'd be an optimist, but it just wouldn't work?"
In some vain hope to make my day better I ended up, late at night, at the local combination strip club and adult bookstore. As I was watching a gorgeous mocha skinned goddess with large, firm melons dance onstage I was unknowingly also being watched. Suddenly I was distracted by the feel of long, silken hair cascading down my back.
Hands massaged my tight, broad shoulders better than any masseuse ever has and my tensions just slipped away. Moaning, my attention drifted between the lovely lady on stage and whoever was massaging me.
Gradually, very gradually, the dancer's swaying motions and the massage put me in so relaxed a state of mind that I eventually must have fell asleep. Awakening, however, seemed to be as much a fight as falling asleep wasn't. My vision, though I thought I had opened my eyes, still had yet to return to me. Coming to took some time and, when reality returned to me, it was then that I realized my eyes were indeed open although seeing was not something I could do. "A blindfold," I thought, "and a professional quality one at that—no light at all gets through." Even more interesting than the blindfold was the fact that my feet and hands were attached to each other and behind my head. Worse, though my right hand and right foot were attached to each other and behind my head, they were linked to my left hand and foot, similarly connected to each other, by a long, hard, immovable bar.
Spread wide, blindfolded, was bad enough until I heard someone enter clicking scissors. The worst of thoughts went through my head, "Oh God," I thought, "I am gonna get Lorena Bobbitted by someone I can't even see!!"
When I awoke again, after passing out from fear, I realized my clothes had been cut off and I could no longer hear as well.
"Damn," I thought, "what has happened to me?"
One by one my senses were removed from me. It didn't surprise me all too much then as a full face mask was put over my face that fully plugged my nose and forced me to breathe through my mouth. Every sense had been basically stolen from me except touch and all I could feel was the mask and the restraints on me then and there.
My skin was soon stimulated with the touch of a feather on every piece that was exposed. As the feather worked its way across my body it responded the only way it could—it grew larger (at least one part in particular did anyway). Of course in that position it meant it was also inching closer and closer to my mouth.
Without warning I felt a slight tug on the mask as a part of it was ripped off and someone sat upon me thereby forcing my leg muscles to stretch and my cock to enter my own mouth. If I was small in that department I might never have got a taste of it, but I am nearly 10" long, and with someone bouncing on me, eventually I was beginning to gag on my thick member as it entered my throat. Have you ever swallowed your own cock? Ever known with absolute certainty that eventually you would be made to cum down your own throat? That you'd be made to swallow every drop of your own cum?
"All of this because I was horny one evening," I thought to myself.
The feather was just a warm-up. Next came a blistering ass paddling that had me screaming at the top of my lungs even though I tried my damnedest not to. I most certainly felt the pain of the paddle, the buggy whip, the flogger as I was savaged and screamed myself hoarse.