The "massage" table was constructed with sturdy 6" X 6" posts and the table surface was topped with a thick firm rubber pad, providing comfort and cleanliness. As I climbed onto it, the sound of snap links rattling in their anchor bolts on the sides of the table sent shivers through my body.
"On your back and lay motionless," he demanded in a voice barely above a whisper.
Before I could even begin to answer, I felt him attaching a rough leather wrist cuff to my left wrist. Another quickly followed this to my right wrist and two ankle cuffs to my legs. As he deftly buckled each of them, more blood surged to my already rigid cock in anticipation of what was to come shortly.
He stretched my arms over my leather-encased head and fastened the leather wrist cuffs to the end of the table with snap links attached to extremely strong rubber cords. This bondage position left my upper torso completely exposed to his ministrations. Similarly, he secured each leg to a corner anchor at the foot end of the table spreading my legs so that my cock, balls, and ass were totally available to him. By now, the rich leather smell in my nostrils coupled with the immobilizing bondage, were beginning to lead me into sub-space. I desperately wanted him to touch my cock, or anywhere on my body for that matter.
In what seemed like an eternity, he finally touched my leather encased head and caressed it while he secured the top "D" ring with a snap link and strong rubber cord to another anchor at the head of the table. The tension on the rubber cords evidently was adjustable because I could feel him tighten them to the point that I could barely strain the slightest movement of my extremities.
"There," he whispered in my ear, "you're all nice and snug."
While caressing my head with his left hand, he inserted his right thumb into my hungry mouth and directed that I suck it. I eagerly began to suck, ever mindful not to let my teeth make contact with his skin. Even this minor contact helped relieve my overpowering desire for his touch on my body.
As he removed his thumb from my mouth, I felt him sliding what appeared to be a pair of headphones over my ears. They felt like the large professional kind that completely covered ones ears. Almost instantaneously, I was bathed in total silence. Straining as hard as I could, I couldn't hear anything except the strong pounding of my heart in my ears, as fear began to overtake my senses.
Momentarily, I heard his voice through the earphones. "If I need to talk to you, I'll do it through these. Otherwise, they'll be turned off and you'll not hear anything." Click. Total silence again.
As I anxiously waited for what would come next, I began enjoying the sensory deprivation to which I was being subjected. Being voided of the senses of touch, sight, hearing, and to some degree smell together with restricted movement imposed by bondage was extremely erotic. If only he would touch my cock - oh my God how much I desired and needed that!
The total isolation was soon broken by the touch of his strong hands on my shoulders, pecs and nipples. His strong fingers began to tease my nipple buds to perk up and respond with blood flow. As I was enjoying the attention, I felt the pain of a nipple clip being applied to my right bud, quickly followed by one to my left side. He tugged on them to insure they were properly seated. The teeth of the clips digging into my nipples were painful, causing me to concentrate my attention to them.
His left hand was caressing my abdomen when I sensed his right hand encasing my heavy ball sack. He slowly increased the pressure on my balls as he began to squeeze the two nuts together. His powerful grip brought me a feeling of being kicked - I wanted to cry out, but no sound escaped my lips as I opened my mouth. Or did it, and I just couldn't hear myself? Now my attention alternated between the nipples and my balls.
"Boy, that's just a sample of what will happen if you don't please me," he whispered through the headphones, relaxing his ball grip. "Do you understand boy?" he continued, restoring his strong grip on my sack for emphasis.
"Yes Sir - Yes Master," I screamed.
"Good boy." I heard through the phones as his velvet hand began sensuously, teasingly, slowly stroking my turgid cock shaft. Oh, I was in heaven. I didn't want him to ever stop the slow sensuous strokes as he teasingly rubbed up and off the corona. Could I hold back the release I felt building in my groin?
After three or four full shaft strokes, he steadied my throbbing cock with a powerful grip at the base of the shaft, just above my balls. It felt like he flicked my cock head with a finger of his other hand. It took a couple of seconds for the pain to sink in and be absorbed by my brain. After letting the discomfort register, he applied another finger flick to a new spot on my cockhead. Another half dozen finger flicks and my brain was turning to mush. The aching began to subside as he massaged my boy cockhead in circular motions with the palm of his hand. Either I was leaking pre-cum or he had applied some lubricant to his hand, because the softness of the skin on his palm was suddenly accentuating the delicious sensations I felt at my slit.
He began exploring my ass with his finger; gently, at first, caressing my opening and arousing the nerve endings on the exterior of my hole. As he applied the cold lubricant on my opening, his finger forcefully and rapidly penetrated my puckered sphincter muscles.
"Relax!" he commanded as his finger found my prostate. I immediately wanted to cum as he massaged my gland. But such was not to be, because he withdrew his finger as quickly as he had inserted it. As my muscles began to relax, I felt the cold smoothness of a heavy metal ass plug being inserted. I sensed that it was both large in diameter and long because I could feel it a good distance up my rectum before the base finally snugged up against my butt cheeks.
With all of the anal and genital stimulation he had put me through, I had almost forgotten about my nipples being encased by clamps. The scream emanating from my mouth as Master removed the first clamp was enough to make him command, "Don't scream, boy!"
He massaged the freed nipple with his thumb and finger, gently and sensuously restoring the blood flow to the tit.
I could feel a bit gag being inserted in my mouth as he said, "Here, bite down on this while I remove the other one." Biting on the gag as hard as I could didn't lessen the pain as he removed the left nipple clamp.
Wordlessly, he climbed onto the table and over me. I could feel his boot encased feet and legs straddling my hips and his naked legs pressing against the sides of my chest and the triceps of my outstretched arms. He had removed his leather shorts and his musky man odor began to seep into my nostrils through the leather hood as he lowered his balls to my mouth. "Kiss them," I heard him command through the headphones.
Eagerly, my hungry kissing and deep moaning sounds conveyed to him my desire to do much more than kiss his smoothly shaved balls. I could feel him adjust his body and bring his equally smooth cock shaft to my lips. "No licking, boy - just kiss my cock," he whispered through the phones.
I showered the underside of his smooth cock shaft with hot, moist kisses; aching for the opportunity to lick his velvet 7" shaft, or even better, to suck him. As if he could read my thoughts, he gradually, teasingly moved the head of his cock to my hot lips and commanded me to lick. As I tasted the drop of pre-cum that oozed from his slit, I rapidly opened my mouth as wide as I could, hoping against hope that he would reward me.
"You have yet to earn that privilege, boy," he breathlessly murmured in my ears as he sat back on my chest,