KINKY ENCOUNTER: Torment
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Recon News
24 February 2021
By TobecollaredbySir
A few years ago, I had a very different BDSM experience. I had been to the movies, and watched the documentary 'Tickled', in which a New Zealand reporter travelled to the USA to investigate a tickle torturer, who was luring young men into tickling scenes, filming them, and later using blackmail and extortion against them.
I am not particularly ticklish, but writhed in my cinema seat, cock hard in my pants, at the sight of young, well- built men, strapped down, or with their ankles and wrists held in wooden stocks at foot and head of bed, being tickled and aroused gently but excruciatingly!
Pain and suffering of a very different kind.
My curiosity was aroused, and so was my cock. Where to find myself a tickle torture Top?
The opportunity arose on a business trip to Melbourne. Accommodation proved to be a problem. Everywhere seemed to be booked out, due to that weekend's sporting event. I thought I might try a Recon search, find an overnight stay with a Master/or Dominant. A bed and sex, win, win! After several false starts, a few 'busy that weekend' replies, I was invited for an overnight session with strict looking Bear Top. He lived at a suburb south of the city, a thirty-minute train journey. We messaged each other, made a connection, and discussed likes, dislikes and limits. As a condition of acceptance, I was sternly ordered not to cum for five days beforehand. I obeyed, oddly enjoying the challenging days of sexual tension and frustration that ensued, my cock hardening at thought of my forthcoming ordeal.
I caught the train from Southern Cross Station, travelling with butterflies in my stomach, my cock throbbing in anticipation. I alighted at my destination and waited at the bleak and windswept railway station, where I was to be met by my host. I was getting pretty nervous by this time, and paced the station platform, scanning the faces of the men approaching and passing me. Bear Top arrived, all smiles and welcomes, and we walked to his home, chatting and breaking the ice on the way. He was a large, powerful looking man, friendly but with a firm manner. After a house tour and discussion, I was ordered to go upstairs and shower. Then when I had cleaned myself, to proceed to the front bedroom, naked, and present for inspection. Cock hard and apprehensive, I passed the inspection, feeling Bear Tops firm hands on my skin, stroking my cock, cupping my balls, and parting my arse cheeks. He named me 'bearboy'.
'Lie down in the bed, face up, spread your arms and legs', Bear Top ordered.
Thick leather ankle and wrist restraints were produced. Within minutes I was very tightly and securely bound, unable to move anything but my head. A football sock was shoved into my mouth, and I watched as a vibrating butt plug was shown to me, and the controls indicated. Unused to anal penetration, my eyes widened nervously. My tense arsehole was gently opened up by a lubed finger, widened two fingers, and relaxed until the vibrator was inserted fully.
I writhed in discomfort, but worse was to follow!
A ring was placed around the base of my cock, another just below the glans and two more electrodes inside my upper thighs. Electro stimulation! Now I was extremely apprehensive, this could be high price to pay for a night's accommodation!
Bear Top stroked my immobile body appreciatively, taking his time to caress every inch, enjoying my vulnerability, reassuringly telling me how much he enjoyed his control over my body. My cock jerked at his touch, standing proud and stiff, as Bear Top slowly stroked, his focus now on my extremely sensitive cock head, teasing and tormenting me. I groaned through my gag, my eyes pleading, but not wanting to cum so soon.
Bear Top applied a leather blindfold, emphasising my feeling of total vulnerability and increasing all of my sensations. I winced as my big nipples were tightly clamped, and toyed with.
"Let's see how much current you can take for me bearboy" growled Bear Top, as he switched on the electrical current, starting at a low level. Gentle rhythmic currents surged through my cock and balls, causing me to moan with pleasure through the gag.
Gradually the electro current was increased, I writhed against the tight restraints, but movement was very limited. Bear Top was really enjoying my discomfort, teasing and tormenting me with his power over me, taunting me on my total vulnerability. By now I was being driven wild by the currents passing through my cock and balls. Electrical current to my inner thighs was tougher, causing my muscles to contract painfully at times.
I strained against my restraints and begged through the now soaking sock gag. Not knowing what to beg for. Release? To be allowed to cum? Or for the exquisite torment never to stop? So many mixed emotions, endorphins running wild.
'Well that's your warm up bearboy' chuckled Bear Top, "Now to work that hairy butt of yours."
As the butt plug started to throb inside my arse, I began to feel sensations I had never even known existed.
Waves of exquisite pulsations throbbed in my hole, my arse was alive with tingling and buzzing. Once again, I writhed, both my body and brain going crazy, firework explosions in my mind, as my body pulsed with the changing rhythms.
When Bear Top had tired of that sport, he switched off the vibrator, turning his attention to my cock.
Bear Top, with his firm, lubed hand, slowly caressed and stroked my cock's glans, paying particular attention to the frenum, knowing the nerve ends located there were incredibly sensitive. Slowly, expertly torturing me, edging me, causing me once more to beg and plead through the gag. Bear Top instinctively knew when to slow down, to stop, or move to another spot He had no intention of allowing me to blow so easily. Hours of torment were to follow.
His attention moved to my bare and exposed feet, which were tickled gently, with fingertips, causing me to struggle against the restraints. Bear Top was fascinated by my feet, softly feeling every inch of skin, especially the soles. I felt Bear Top softly licking my toes, his warm, wet tongue running down the arch, the insole and he gently nibbled at my heels. Each of my toes were tenderly sucked in turn. Both feet received this treatment, then implements were used to torment my feet further, a feather, a soft brush, followed by a hard bristled brush. Whilst not really ticklish, the sensation in my already heightened state, had me frenzied.
Bear Top moved his focus, repeated the cock head torment, until I begged in earnest, and dribbled through the sock gag. He tweaked and readjusted my nipple clamps, and told me he was going down stairs, to watch a movie. As he said this, he once again turned on the vibrating butt plug and electrode ring, around my cock base, and said goodbye.
I heard Bear Top's footsteps descended the stairs. I could hear the TV being turned on, and channels surfed. Meanwhile, I struggled against the gently pulsing currents, waves of sensation coursing through my tender cock and arse. I yelled and screamed for Bear Top to return, to end my torture, but with a mouth full of footy sock gag, my pleas were inaudible.
After what seemed like an age, Bear Top returned, turned off the current, cruelly played and tortured my cock head for a few agonising minutes, then untied me for a rest.
He lay down with me, hugged my sweat drenched body, and we both snoozed. Cradled in Bear Tops arm, my head resting on his broad, hairy chest, I listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart as I drifted to sleep.
I was woken some time later, restrained spreadeagled once more, securely strapped down to the bed. I was forced to endure the slow and deliberate edging torture afresh. The butt plug was re-introduced to my now tender arse hole, and set to a series of slow changing pulsing rhythms. I was now screaming with real frustration, my balls aching and bursting to cum. It was another hour before I was made to blow my load. My cock was firmly gripped, my foreskin lubed and the entire length of my cock shaft and head stimulated with firm rapid strokes.
"Cum NOW bearboy" commanded Bear Top.
Almost immediately I exploded into a loud screaming orgasm, straining at my restraints, shooting my thick load of cum into the air, feeling the warm semen hitting my chest and belly.
However, it hadn't ended for sadistic Bear Top. With great cruelty he continued to stimulate my cock head. He laughed as he deviously rubbed my most sensitive skin for many minutes, enjoying my struggles, protests and cries for mercy, long after it was pleasurable for me.
Throughout this intense and torturous session, I was not struck, or beaten once. I was left exhausted, and drained, having experienced intense new sensations I had not even dreamed of.
"Next time you visit Melbourne bearboy, you are staying with me"
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