(also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites)
Dave hitched his rather small towel more tightly round his waist and made his way carefully across the large steamy room. The floor was slippery, and his bare feet on the wet concrete gave him little grip. He had found breathing in the hot damp atmosphere quite difficult at first, but after resting for a while had begun to enjoy the feeling of great beads of sweat rolling off his body. The salty drops made his eyes sting, so he wiped across his forehead with an equally sweaty forearm. Strong musky odours from his armpit assailed his nostrils. He sniffed himself appreciatively, the sexy man-smell making his towel rise a little.
Because it was mid-afternoon, he wasn't surprised to find himself the only man in the steam-room. The receptionist, an insolent and knowing boy who looked about twelve, leered suggestively as he handed Dave his towel and ticket and told him that "the action" didn't usually start until men from the local offices finished work at 5.30 or 6 o'clock. Then he proceeded to make a series of suggestions as to what he and Dave could do to while away the time. Clearly he was *much* older than twelve, or he had had a very good teacher. Dave had no interest at all in this unpleasant youth, though the thought of some of the things he might be able to indulge in later caused a sudden spasm of lust.
This was his first visit to a Turkish bath. His lover Sean (his *ex*-lover, Dave corrected himself carefully) had not approved of such places, so Dave's education was incomplete. Friends had recounted lurid tales of the goings-on in various Turkish baths and saunas around the world, and even if he discounted half of what they *said* they did there, the rest sounded like just the sort of fun he needed at the moment.
Sean might have disapproved of the casual anonymous sex which went on in Turkish baths, but when he brought home a young man whose name he didn't know (and wouldn't say where they had met), demanded that they all join in a threesome, and then got bored with Dave and told him to go and sleep in the spare room, it seemed the last straw.
Dave was usually a very mild man, but something snapped, and he stormed around the room turning Sean's clothes out of drawers and cupboards, then told Sean and his "friend" to leave his house. Sean's nameless new lover just lay there on the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat, waving his erection in the breeze, until Dave slapped his face hard with one hand and his cock with the other, after which he realised that Dave meant business. When they had left, Dave felt a strange mixture of emptiness and freedom, and quite enjoyed the sensation of sleeping in a large double bed all on his own for once.
The steam-room was built in an L-shape, with some open-fronted showers at the angle of the L. At the far end of the room was a series of wooden slatted benches which formed a sort of high staircase for customers to relax on. Dave spread out his towel on the highest bench and tried to find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. He discovered that the slats were so far apart that most positions were very uncomfortable; finally he settled for lying on his front, with his head resting on his arms on the towel. As he wriggled around to position himself, his cock and balls slipped between two of the slats and hung down in the gap below the bench. Beads of sweat from his crotch dripped steadily from the end of his foreskin as he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to a very strange sensation: someone was licking just the very end of his tool, catching each salty droplet of sweat in his mouth as it formed there. Dave's body had obviously begun to react to this stimulation before he woke, because he had the beginnings of a very satisfactory erection. He tried to look between the slats to see who was there, but it was too dark down below, so he decided just to lie there and enjoy these feelings. As he became more erect, the mouth became more insistent, sucking in his tip until his foreskin rolled back, and then tonguing his frenum vigorously until he was gasping with the sensation.
After a while, the mouth was replaced by two hands, one of which gripped round the base of his cock and balls while the other wanked his tool gently. By this time, Dave was overwhelmed in a sea of lusty thoughts and feelings, and began to moan quietly. He was getting close to coming when the stimulation stopped. Disappointed, he lay there with his eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen next, his cock throbbing to the pulse of his heartbeat.
Suddenly, grasping fingers reached through the slats and gripped his sweaty nipples tightly. Dave let out a strangled cry of pain and lust, and his tool felt as if it would explode. The fingers pinched, rolled, and caressed his most sensitive features until they were miniature mountains pointing downwards from his chest. His left tit was seized by what felt like a strong nipple clamp, followed immediately by another on his right side, and the pain sent a hot flush through his wracked body. He tried to raise his chest a little to see who was beneath him, but discovered that the two nipple clamps were joined by a tight chain which held him firmly down to the wooden slats.
Hands and mouth began to assault his rigid cock again, and fingers encircled his ballsack, stretching it downwards until it was almost painful. Then something firm and slippery was placed round the base of his balls, and he recognised the sensation of a leather ball-stretcher. He became even harder instantly, and tried to shift his weight on the uncomfortable bench, but found that the leather round his balls was also holding them clamped firmly underneath the wood. A slight feeling of panic arose in him as he realised that he was now helpless; at the same time he felt so sexy that he was ready to submit to the inevitable.
Heavy weights were attached to his nipple clamps and ball-stretcher, producing a strong burning sensation which made him gasp as they swung around beneath his restrained body. A slippery hand began to wank him rhythmically, sending shudders of delight coursing through his sweaty frame. But again as he reached the point of no return this stimulation stopped, and his unseen assailant just set the weights in motion so that fiery stabs of pain fuelled his lust.
When Dave heard a noise in the room behind him, he looked round as best he could from his somewhat fixed position and saw a handsome well-built bear of a man, his thick chest hair matted with beads of sweat. His wild mane of reddish hair continued round his face in a very full beard and on down to join his body fur. He was naked, and his half-hard cock rose from his bush at a tempting angle. In one hand he carried a short leather strap and in the other a butt-plug of such a size that Dave gasped involuntarily at the thought of it.
He gasped even more loudly when the strap whistled down and cracked across his buttocks, raising a long red weal. Again and again the leather fell, criss-crossing his sensitive behind until each stroke caused him to cry out. Caught between overwhelming sensations of lust and pain, Dave felt his cock swell into the uncontrollable spasms of a fantastic orgasm, just as a warm wet mouth engulfed the head of his tool to slurp down his salty outpourings. A bellow of satisfaction was forced from his throat as each spurt of spunk was eagerly received by the waiting mouth below.
The heat and the intensity of his orgasm made him almost pass out, but the pain in his tits and balls and from his red-hot ass remained. Dave gritted his teeth and hoped that he would now be released so that he could join in the fun more equally. But it was not to be. His whipping master began lightly to caress Dave's tender buns with both hands, stroking sweat from the small of his back on to his buttocks to ease the throbbing pain. As he saw Dave relax and begin to enjoy this massage, the man gradually moved his thumbs inwards between his cheeks until with each movement his asshole was lubricated with sweat.
The other man below had not been idle during this. First he cleaned off the remains of Dave's spunk from his now softened tool with his long warm tongue and continued down his shaft to lick and suck his nuts. Dave was so sensitive following his great coming that he writhed around to try to escape the violent tickling sensation which accompanied the tongue's journey round his cockhead, but this caused the chain to pull sharply on his nipple clamps and reminded him that he was still effectively strapped in position by his chest and his balls.
Once again the slightly painful feelings, coupled with the massage and the licking, began to rouse Dave from his post-orgasmic state, and his cock rapidly swelled to full erection, finding a willing home in the skilled mouth and throat of the lower man. Dave's tortured body began to shake with the continued stimulation, but there was to be no respite.
The massager had by now inserted one slippery thumb deep into Dave's ass, and continued to slide his other hand over and between his cheeks. Gradually his other thumb came alongside the first one, and glided inside with only token resistance from the well-used sphincter. A groan -- pain? -- pleasure? -- from Dave as he did his best to relax his tight hole.
Suddenly both thumbs were removed, leaving his asshole open to the air, but not for long. The head of the enormous butt-plug began to probe into his insides, and he pushed upwards trying to open up more to ease the pressure. He didn't think he had *ever* taken such a large object before -- certainly no cock fucking his willing ass had been so huge. Bit by bit the conical butt-plug stretched his hole wider, until he was sure he couldn't cope with any more and bit his towel hard to keep himself from screaming. Just when he was about to beg the man to stop, the widest part was reached, and his sphincter gratefully relaxed on to the neck of the butt-plug, forcing the whole length of it even further inside him, the widest part pressing hard against his prostate.
Suddenly, without warning, all the pain turned to pleasure. His ass contracted rhythmically round the warm rubber sides of the butt-plug, causing it to massage his prostate gently from inside. The man below him set the nipple weights swinging, reminding Dave of just how sensitive his tits were, and buried Dave's cock deep in his mouth while pulling on his ball-weight. The scream of pain which had been building up earlier now emerged as a scream of outright pleasure and he gushed geysers of hot spunk into the waiting mouth, the contractions of his ass round the neck of the butt-plug only adding to the incredibly powerful spasms. Dave passed out -- sated with sensory overload.
When he surfaced he found that the nipple clamps and ball-stretcher had been removed, leaving a legacy of pins and needles as the blood returned to long-compressed parts of his body. Gratefully he rolled over on to his back, and looked straight up at the crotch of the whip-man, who was now standing over him, wanking his beautiful cock slowly, making it drip pre-cum on to Dave's chest.
"Are you ready for this, now?" a deep voice with an attractive Scottish accent enquired.