Mistress Extreme

by Alex Jordaine

  When Tony and Paul got into the water they were both sporting gigantic hard-ons and happily played with one another’s cocks as they splashed around in the sparkling water. At one point Paul took Tony into his arms and they kissed passionately, his hard cock pressing against Tony’s as he gently caressed his back and rear.

  Then he opened up Tony’s anus with one, two fingers. That was a new experience for Tony and it felt really good, but there were more delights to come. After they’d got out of the water and towelled themselves dry, Paul asked Tony to bend forward with his legs apart. He knelt behind him and burrowed his face between the cheeks of his backside. Tony felt Paul’s sinuous tongue begin to probe his anus and he squeezed and relaxed his hole as his tongue flicked in and out. That was another first for Tony – getting rimmed – and it felt great.

  The two young men lay back on the soft grass for a few moments, staring up at the leafy trees and the blue vault of the sky above them. Both their cocks were still hugely erect. ‘Get on to all fours, I want to fuck you,’ Paul said next. ‘Don’t worry,’ he added, taking a tube of lubricant from his bag. ‘I know what I’m doing.’

  Once Tony was in position Paul smeared lube onto his cock and eased it into his virgin anus until its head pushed through his tight sphincter. It hurt at first but, like Paul had said, he knew what he was doing and the pain soon turned to delirious pleasure as Tony savoured the throbbing hardness of Paul’s erection pressing deep inside him. As Paul fucked Tony he also pulled at his shaft. When Paul finally climaxed, pumping his hot seed into Tony’s anal hole, Tony couldn’t contain himself any longer and came violently, spilling out one thick spurt of come after another as he yielded to the ecstasy of release.

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  ‘The next time Paul and I went into the woods together we could hardly wait to get to the clearing by the pebbled stream and have sex together again,’ Tony continued. ‘But you know what they say: the best laid plans …’

  Once Tony and Paul had stripped off and got almost to the clearing they were stopped in their tracks. There was a dry crack of wood and the careless rustle of undergrowth coming from where they were headed. It quickly became evident from the voices they heard next that others had beaten them to it.

  Tony and Paul crept gingerly towards the clearing and, peering through a canopy of leaves, saw to their surprise half a dozen good looking young men who seemed to be about their age. They were all naked and erect, and were sitting on a slope by the stream, stroking their hard-ons. They seemed to be waiting for someone. There was also another young man there, a beautiful blond-haired Adonis. He was sitting on a rock slightly apart from the others, masturbating like them but with a noticeably pensive expression on his face. Then the person they’d evidently been waiting for arrived.

  He had luxuriant dark hair and was well muscled. He was also incredibly handsome with the most piercing blue eyes Tony had ever seen. He began to think of him as ‘Blue-eyes’ and the blond Adonis as ‘Blondie’. Like the others, Blue-eyes was buck naked and erect; the glans of his cock was wet with pre-come. He walked straight over to Blondie who stood up so that they could caress. However no sooner were they in each other’s arms than Blondie broke their clinch and squeezed the other’s nipples hard, causing him to gasp in pain.

  Blondie gestured for Blue-eyes to get on to his knees and blow him. He pulled at the other’s long hair as he sucked his cock and fondled his balls. Blue-eyes, now alternately licking the head of Blondie’s cock and sucking his balls, seemed to be relishing his submissive role. But it soon became evident that it was all an act.

  Blue-eyes got up from his knees and began to regain control in this brief power struggle – if he’d ever truly lost it, which Tony very much doubted when looking back on the whole extraordinary experience. Blue-eyes spun Blondie round, bent him over and spread the cheeks of his backside. He tongued his anus greedily while his lover/rival pulled on his own hard cock with brusque, short strokes.

  Blue-eyes then began spanking Blondie’s backside vigorously, each smack a sharp explosion of sound as he followed one stinging blow with another in rapid succession. By the time he spat into Blondie’s open anus to lubricate it for entry, his rear was a fierce red from the spanking it had received.

  Blue-eyes pounded his cock in and out of Blondie’s anal hole, fucking him hard to the rhythm of his groans of pleasure. He obviously decided not to come, though, as Tony and Paul heard him say, “Let’s save the best until last”. At this point he withdrew his cock, which was as dripping with pre-come as Blondie’s.

  All the other young men then got into a huddle and began masturbating one another. By this time Tony and Paul were beside themselves with lust. It was time to reveal themselves, they decided, whatever the consequences of doing that might turn out to be. So they emerged from their hiding place and began to stride into the clearing, their hard cocks bobbing obscenely ahead of them.

  ‘We seem to have company,’ Blue-eyes announced to the assembled wankers who all looked in their direction. He added, addressing himself directly to Tony and Paul and surveying them with obvious approval, ‘And what do you two horny boys want?’ His impossibly blue eyes were gleaming with desire.

  ‘We’d like to join in your sex games,’ Tony replied boldly.

  ‘I’ll bet you would and we’d love to have you do that,’ smiled Blue-eyes, resting his hand on Tony’s arm. He had a once-in-a lifetime smile and his touch was electric; and as for those blue, blue eyes ... ‘But there’s an initiation ceremony for joining this select little group of perverts’ he went on. ‘Basically it involves either getting a face full of come from half a dozen hard cocks or taking a severe beating. As there are two of you, it’ll be a case of one each. Now which one of you would be willing to take the heavy beating?’

  ‘I would,’ Tony replied unhesitatingly. ‘I’d be willing to do that.’

  ‘No, don’t,’ Paul said, his voice urgent, ‘not for me, please. I’d never ask that of you.’

  ‘You don’t understand. I want to,’ Tony responded firmly. ‘You see, Paul, I really get off on the idea.’ As the words came out of his mouth Tony realised that he’d never made a truer statement in his life. It was his eureka moment, no question.

  And so the initiation ceremony began in earnest as a number of the young men used the leather belts from their discarded jeans to first tie Tony’s wrists together and then upraise them and secure them to the sturdy branch of an oak tree. They also used a belt to tie his ankles together. Blue-eyes told Blondie to go and get his rucksack, and from that he took a come-caked handkerchief. He handed it round to all his companions to use to wipe off the pre-come from their hard cocks until the cloth was soaked with boy juice. He then gagged Tony by stuffing his mouth with it.

  Blue-eyes delved into his rucksack again and this time brought out six clothes pegs. He attached two of these to Tony’s nipples and the other four to his scrotum, causing him to tremble with pain. He then told Paul to kneel in front of Tony and suck his hard cock for all he was worth, instructing Tony that under no circumstances was he to allow himself to come. Paul wrapped his lips round Tony’s shaft and obediently began to give him the four star blow-job that had been required of him. He swirled his tongue around the head of Tony’s cock, flicked it round his come-slit, and then moved it up and down his shaft, tasting every throbbing inch of it. It was pleasure, pure pleasure for Tony.

  ‘Now – pain,’ Blue-eyes announced and the beating started. All the young men took it in turns to whip Tony’s backside with leather belts, stroke after searing stroke as he struggled uselessly against his bonds. Blue-eyes took over next and beat him with a bamboo cane he’d just cut. Each of his swishing blows smarted vividly, until the pain Tony was enduring had become a fury burning agonizingly into his flesh and his eyes were glistening with tears.

  Blue-eyes appeared to relent at this point and ceased caning Tony. He also told Paul to stop blowing him but to remain on his knees. He removed Tony’s sodden
gag from his mouth and the pegs from his nipples and scrotum; and lowered the belts that held his wrists together and to the branch, releasing his arms completely. He removed the belt from his ankles too and passed it to Blondie. He told him to use it to tie Paul’s wrists behind his back.

  Blue-eyes ordered the kneeling Paul to suck off Blondie and swallow his come. He also told the rest of the young men to come all over Paul’s face. He then made Tony bend forward and spread his legs. He knelt behind him, pulled the cheeks of his backside apart and licked his anus, his anal muscles contracting around his sinuous tongue. Then he got up from his knees, leant down and took some lubricant from his rucksack. He next rubbed it on his hard cock, and pushed it into Tony’s rear. The thrill of penetration edged with the pain Tony felt in his anus, and Blue-eyes started to fuck him, the strokes of his cock slow at first but building steadily in pace.

  Tony panted with desire as Blue-eyes fucked him ever harder while pulling on his aching tumescence. He watched an ecstatic Paul gulping down Blondie’s come, and then have all the other young men – now masturbating feverishly – each build themselves to a climax and come over his face in shuddering spasms.

  Blue-eyes finally reached his own powerful climax, sending spurt after spurt of come deep into Tony’s punished rear. At the same time he took Tony with him with his pumping hand around his cock, making him shudder to orgasm, right there in the middle of the deep, dark woods.

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  David and Tony were still up-close-and-personal in their naked bondage, their wrists manacled to the metal spreader bar that was hanging from the ceiling by chains. David had become very aroused during Tony’s graphic account and Tony had become equally excited in the telling of it. Both men were therefore massively erect, their hard cocks rubbing together excitingly, by the time Isabella and Kate returned to the dimly-lit chamber.

  ‘What do you think our two slaves have been doing while we’ve been away enjoying the company of our fellow perverts and the performance of that clit licking contortionist?’ Isabella asked.

  Kate shrugged. ‘Bonding in their bondage?’ she suggested with an amused smile.

  The two women then pushed David and Tony right against each other, in the process pinning their hard cocks together. They then went on to manacle the men’s ankles to the end of a metal spreader bar, which was identical to the one to which their wrists were already secured. Finally they blindfolded them and also gagged them again, buckling behind their heads the red ball gags they’d gagged them with earlier.

  ‘We’ve brought our two naked slaves even closer together now,’ Isabella said, taking hold of a couple of rattan canes and handing one of them to Kate. ‘How about we give them a major beating and really make them come together.’

  ‘Six of the best to start?’ said Kate.

  ‘To start, yes,’ Isabella replied with heavy emphasis, her dark eyes shining sadistically through the shadows.

  ‘Want to go first?’ asked Kate.

  Isabella nodded that she did. She then gave a practice swipe with her cane while David waited, his heart pounding with excitement, his erection pulsing against Tony’s stiff cock. Then it began. Isabella sliced the cane through the air in a graceful arc that cracked hard across David’s backside. It hurt like hell, a white flash of pure pain that caused him to inhale sharply behind his gag and left a red track across his backside.

  The second stroke whistled through the air, cracking hard against David’s rear. There was that white flash of sensation again and then a second track to join the first. A third stroke of the cane followed the second one before David had time to recover. Strikes four and five came down in even swifter succession, harsher and sharper still.

  The sixth stroke bit hardest of all, a flash of pure agony. Isabella stopped then and the pain David was suffering started to dissolve, becoming a suffuse red heat that seeped through his body, connecting with the pulsing hardness of his cock as it throbbed against Tony’s own pulsing erection.

  ‘Over to you now, Kate,’ Isabella said and it was Tony’s turn for six of the best. The cane swished down and the fire followed an instant later. Then it happened a second time, a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. Tony felt the blaze of each of the six strokes as Kate laid them carefully across his rear, the heat building in his backside and raging outwards through his cock as it rubbed and throbbed against David’s shaft.

  Then it was David’s turn again, the blows landing agonizingly across the earlier strokes where the red welts had already risen. Each time Isabella caned him he bucked against Tony. Then it was Tony’s turn, and then David’s turn again. Then Isabella and Kate began to beat them both together. On and on the two women caned their blindfolded and gagged slaves, one vicious swipe after another, until excruciating pain burned like twin flames into their flesh.

  Then pain suddenly turned to pure lust, throbbing and hot. David and Tony’s nerves were on fire, every cell in their bodies on red alert. The heat of desire swept through their bodies and blood pulsed in their aching cocks, precipitating them both to orgasm. They came together – and voluminously. Their shafts pumped thick waves of come over their torsos that were pressed so closely together as they writhed helplessly in their bondage, the mutual agony they were suffering finally outweighed by the ecstasy of mutual relief.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  ‘Tonight you will face your biggest challenge yet,’ Isabella informed David when she phoned him next, which was one month later to the day. As it was again the last Saturday of the month David’s first thought was that it would take place at Club Depravity. He was wrong about that, as swiftly became clear. ‘It will take place this evening when I christen my newly created dungeon,’ Isabella went on. ‘Ideally I would have liked my husband to jointly host the event with me but he and the twins are currently out of the country and will be for some while to come.’

  David assumed that Alan Stern’s absence from the UK was business related, and his assumption was correct. The Stern’s company had been selling more and more merchandise via the web, especially to customers in the United States. To start to build on that success and further expand the company Alan Stern had gone out to the States for the duration to open up several flagship stores, the first one to be in New York.

  He’d been gone three weeks already and during that time Isabella had supervised the completion of a personal project of hers that was especially dear to her heart: the creation of a superb dungeon in the basement of the Stern’s Brighton home. Among other things, Isabella had arranged for the basement area to be soundproofed in its entirety and had had shower, washing and toilet facilities installed in one corner.

  The work that she’d had carried out to the rest of the large space included the fitting of subdued lighting that focussed on various pieces of the La Fetishista dungeon equipment she’d had installed. Most of this was covered in soft black leather, like the horse, the padded bondage table, the horizontal torture chair, the vertical torture chair, the whipping bench and the St. Andrews cross. There was a cage in one corner and chains hung from the dungeon ceiling in a number of locations.

  An open cabinet of dark wood had been fitted that was panelled up to the ceiling and extended the length of one of the walls. Upon the polished wood there now hung many of Isabella’s large collection of disciplinary instruments. They ranged from simple straps to tawses, crops, whips, paddles, canes, gags, chains, handcuffs and a variety of clamps.

  Once completed to her exacting standards, the whole space gave off the wonderfully sensuous aroma of leather and screamed out sadomasochistic sex. It was definitely time to give her brand “spanking” new dungeon the christening of which she had spoken.

  Joining Isabella for this event, as well as David, were Caroline and Matthew, and Kate and Tony. The three men, all entirely naked and displaying impressive erections, were kneeling in a row with their backs against one of the dungeon walls while their respective Mistresses stood together nearby, conversing.

/>   Tony’s Mistress, Kate, her short ash-blonde hair brushed back from her beautiful face, was naked but for a tight corset and knee-length boots with high heels. Both the corset and the boots were of dark red leather. Isabella and Caroline were also virtually naked. Caroline was wearing only a skimpy black leather bra, which did little more than cover her erect nipples, and high heeled shoes. Isabella wore a tight black leather waistcoat, which she had left undone, and knee-length high heeled boots, also of black leather.

  She was holding two objects, one in each hand. In her left she held a leather flogger that was the same dark shade of red as Kate’s minimal outfit, and in her right, of all things, a cheap plastic battery-operated clock. It was black in colour and did its job of ticking the present into the past with noisy insistence. Isabella strode over and placed this last eccentric item on top of the whipping bench. She performed this last act with exaggerated ceremony, as if it were the crown jewels themselves she was handling.

  ‘What have we here?’ Caroline asked, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

  ‘I’ve thought up a game we can play to christen my dungeon,’ Isabella said. ‘I’ve called it “Last slave standing”. The idea is that we three dommes all swap subs and then, each in turn, do our damndest to make our assigned slave climax, using a devilish mixture of pain and pleasure. The slaves must do their best to resist and the one who manages to retain his erection the longest, as timed on that clock over there, will be the winner. Do you like the sound of my game?’

  ‘I like it a lot,’ Kate enthused.

  ‘Me too,’ Caroline added. ‘Are there any particular ground rules?’

  ‘There are no gags or blindfolds allowed,’ Isabella replied. ‘And we’ll all start our turn in the same place – with our slave’s up-stretched arms attached by the wrists to the cuffs at the end of those two ceiling chains.’ She pointed to the centre of the dungeon where two adjacent chains with black leather cuff attachments were hanging, approximately two feet apart. ‘Also, the only disciplinary implement we can use is this one.’ She held up the dark red whip. ‘Beyond that, anything goes. We’ll determine who gets which slave and so on with a quick game of dice.’