Cmnm Room

I had wanted to go back to 20 George Street for a while but just hadn't plucked up the courage. It had been almost a year since my last visit.

I am a fairly muscular hairy guy of thirty five who is really into CMNM as a fantasy but not that great at putting this into action. My fantasies also involve a bit of punishment, like being spanked on the arse or being tied up and edged.

Edging is where you are brought to the brink of orgasm but then left wanting, and often panting! This can be repeated for hours if you are lucky.

The time had come to go back to George Street and see what room two had to offer. A quick text message meant I was expected. It was a discreet building from the outside like an upmarket townhouse, it was only inside that was different.

I had bought a new jockstrap for the occasion. In my usual style. With a wide waistband and mesh pouch.

Apart from that I was wearing a plain white tee and shorts. Somehow I didn't think they would be on for long.

Using the door code I had been sent, I entered the building and went through the door into room two. This room was about the size of a private gym. There were various benches around, ropes from the ceiling etc. Cricket and table tennis bats featured too, but I had a feeling they wouldn't be used for their original purpose.

At that point two partially clothed men emerged. They had black shorts on and muscle tops, they were both powerfully built with broad hairy chests. It was clear they were some kind of 'guard'

One man commanded me to remove my top. Somehow I didn't think non compliance was an option. Then the second simply pulled my shorts down. I was now just wearing the jock.

I needed to take a piss. There was a urinal at one end of the room. Self consciously I walked across the room in my jock, aware that my butt was on display for all to see.

Standing by the urinal I pulled my cock out of 9the side of the jock pouch and tried to start pissing. For some reason I couldn't get going.

Then, to make matters worse the two guys 9came over to watch what was happening. They were both standing in front of me watching my cock.

To my horror I felt my cock swell in my hands. Before long you could see the head poking out of the foreskin. I closed my eyes and concentrated on voiding.

"That foreskin is going to get some attention" said one of my guards, in a gruff voice. My cock just seemed to get harder and harder. It was now pointing at the ceiling. The very sensitive underside of the head on display for all to see.

"STAND HERE ARMS UP" said the other guard. Quick ad as a flash my arms were tied into ropes from the ceiling. I was a little stretched out but not in pain, unless you counted the pulsing feeling in my balls.

It was then that I realised the main difference between room 2 and room 1. Room two was a room big enough for a group of subjects.

So, I was now tied up, with my arms above himy head. All my body hair was on display, from armpits to arse. I was being closely examined by two muscly guards who were probably going to enjoy inflicting punishment.

Then, I noticed a little bit more amongst the dim lighting. Ahead of me was a stool similar to those found in bars. The seat was smooth polished wood.

I heard a bit of shouting from behind me. "Let go of me, I can move on my own". At that point a 6 ft guy with the broadest chest I have seen in ages marched past.

I noticed, however, that there were two parallel red stripes on his firm naked buttocks, so he obviously wasn't getting his way all the time.

"Get on the stool" shouted the guard at the new arrival.

With that, he climbed onto the stool with his back facing me, as I watched from my tied up position.

He was now sitting on the stool directly in front of me a short distance away. I could see his furry arse crack and recently spanked cheeks.

"Move backwards"

And with that, the hairy arrival shuffled backwards on the stool. His arse was now hanging off the back of the stool, with his heavy balls hanging in the air.

PThen, without warning, the guard roughly grabbed the arrival's shaft and pulled it downwards. The arrival grunted at this, but I couldn't help noticing his cock was responding to this rough treatment by swelling quickly.

My view now consists of two firm slightly hairy buttocks that have recently been subject to a paddling. A pair of heavy and hairy balls that will surely release their pent up load at the slightest provocation, and a rapidly engorging cock that wants to point toward the sky, but is forced downwards by the back of the smooth wooden seat of the stool.

My own cock is filling out, even without any stimulation, and beginning to jut upwards towards my abs.

As my arms are tied above my head I cannot help my frustration, and find myself panting.

Both guards approach. They comment on my cock and one decides to give it a hard swat with a leather paddle. I grunt hard as soon as the leather of the paddle makes contact with my glans.

I leave a trail of precum on the paddle.

Then, the guards move towards the arrival. I thought at first that the paddle was going to be firmly swung against the firm cheeks.

Instead, the guard decided to tease the arrival's firm shaft, that was being uncomfortably held downwards by the seat of the stool.

The paddle gently stroked the shaft, lubricated by the precum I had left behind.

Something about this contact, which the guard showed no sign of stopping, caused the arrival to start rhythmic grunting.

It really couldn't be long until those heavy balls let loose.

The second guard placed a glass jug beneath the arrival's deep purple bell end.

Then, using a riding crop, started firm strokes against the hairy arse target.

This was too much stimulation to resist. With one last roar the arrival started pumping ropes of cum into the jar.

My own cock had a mind of it's own too. No sooner had I watched this scene, and smelt the fresh cum, than I unloaded over my own hairy chest.

Room two had been a blast.