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Date Posted: 16:34:22 01/03/19 Thu
I prefer the "company" of men, but what sets me apart from most other gay men is where I search for my "playmates", namely, in straight Country/Western dance bars. I'll admit there was an element of danger, but there was also some excitement to be had. I got turned on seeing all those guys dressed up like modern-day cowboys. And I wondered how those "cowboys" would fare if their manhood were suddenly put to the test: forced to submit to the LASH!
Whenever I went to those bars, I wore a black western shirt, black jeans, a black cowboy hat, black western boots, and a wide black garrison belt. I tried to look as mean and macho as possible. Generally, the women were intimidated by my attire (which was okay with me). But I got the strangest looks from some of the men. At first, I thought they were just jealous of my good looks, but later on, I realized it was something else entirely.
One time, I was sitting by myself at a table in the bar when a young guy came over and introduced himself. I invited him to sit down at my table. He said his name was Jake. The most accurate description for Jake was "white trash", but nice-looking white trash. He had some sort of a Southern accent, maybe from Texas or Oklahoma. He looked like he hadn't shaved for several days, but he had a nice slim build. We chatted for a while. At one point, he got up and danced with a woman, but when the dance was over with, he returned to my table. Later on, I told Jake it was time for me to go home. Jake said that was a shame because he REALLY enjoyed my company. There was something in the way he said it that made me take a big chance and ask him, in a low voice, "Would you like to come home with me?" and Jake replied, rather sheepishly, "Yes". Jake met me outside in the parking lot and said he'd follow me home.
Once we were inside my place, I told Jake to take off all his clothes. He looked real nice (and vulnerable) in the nude. I hadn't revealed to him that I was into bondage and discipline. I had no idea how he'd react when he found out. So, without giving him any warning, I took off my leather belt and gave him a few good licks on each bun. Jake's face revealed total surprise by my actions, but his hardened dick was telling me something quite different. I told Jake to lie face down on my bed. I fastened his hands and feet to the 4 corners of the bed with leather restraints. Jake looked a little apprehensive, but he didn't put up any resistance. However, when I began laying one good lick after another on his sensitive buttocks, all hell broke loose. Jake tried his best to take the whipping like a man, but repeated lashes with my belt eventually wore down his resistance to the pain and he started bawling like a baby. That turned me on, and I really let him have it with my belt after that. Before I was done with Jake, he was a mass of tears. The macho cowboy had been subdued!
Then, I released Jake from the restraints and ordered him to kneel on the floor in front of me. I dropped my jeans and underwear and told him to "service" me. When Jake saw my huge erect dick for the first time, he went wild. I warned him that he better not spill any of my cum or he'd be severely punished. I thought he was going to choke on all that cum, but he managed to swallow it all without spilling a drop.
The following weekend, I went back to that same dance bar. I was surprised when Jake came over to my table again. I guess the belt whipping I gave him hadn't scared him off. He said he wanted to get together with me again. So I invited him over to my place once more.
Just like his first visit to my place, I told Jake to take off all his clothes. Then, I proceeded to tie him down on my bed spread-eagled. I told him to open his mouth real wide. Jake asked me why, and I told him I was going to put a leather gag in his mouth. That really seemed to bother him. He said it wasn't necessary as he didn't need one during his previous visit. I told him his punishment was going to be a lot worse this time, and I didn't want the neighbors to hear his screams. Jake still objected to my using the gag on him. I finally had enough of his protests. I placed my left hand over his chin and pressed my thumb and index finger against his jaw, forcing it open. I shoved the gag into his mouth and fastened it behind his neck. Then, I went over to the bedroom closet and took out the punishment implement I planned to use on Jake. I could hear fearful moans emanating from the gag when Jake beheld the instrument of his impending punishment: a mean-looking razor strap!
I began applying the razor strap to Jake's pale white buns. After only a few lashes, those buns had turned a bright pink color. As I continued to lay on the strap, I was glad I had forced the gag on Jake because his howling screams could still be heard, even through the gag, albeit somewhat muted. As the terrible pain of the strap began to mount, Jake's attempts to escape from it became more and more frantic. First, he tried to lift himself off the bed. Then, he twisted his body to the left and then to the right, hoping the strap would strike him anywhere except his overly-sensitive ass. But thanks to the leather restraints that confined his movements, Jake would obtain no relief from the strap. My dick got hard as I watched his futile efforts to escape the LASH. Although I had given Jake over a hundred lashes with my belt the previous weekend, I decided that 40 lashes with the razor strap was quite enough, judging by the muffled screams I was hearing. Then, I took off my clothes and fucked Jake. However, because of the tender state his buns were now in, it must have felt more like a punishment to him than a reward.
Jake apparently told several like-minded studs at the bar that I was "available" because the next time I went there, a couple hot-looking men came over to my table at separate times and introduced themselves. They had heard I was quite "handy" with my belt, and they wanted to find out for themselves. I was very happy to oblige them.
For the curious, this story is a complete fantasy, but the setting was inspired by a dream I had.
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