As promised, here's what happened this last weekend at the male-only spanking event that I attended. Just as I did before, I had emailed Mike (one of the organizers and not his real name) in advance and we discussed at length my ideas on what to do next. We ended up acting out most, but not all of them.
I wore my old Bike jock under an old pair of very short old-school Russell gym shorts. Beforehand, I asked Mike if I should bring a leather cock strap that I have, suggesting that he could put it on me when I was strung up. But the day before the event, he wrote back and said that I should “arrive with it”, meaning that I was to put it on before leaving the house and wear it on the drive there. So acting as the obedient little sub that I seem to be turning into, that’s what I did. I wore the leather cock strap under the jock.
When I got there, I immediately stripped off everything but the jock and shorts. I still had the cock strap on underneath. In general, this event was not attended as well as the previous one. There just didn’t seem to be as much action between the guys. It seemed like a lot of guys who would normally be getting spanked or doing the spanking were either missing, or they were just standing around talking. It was a very subdued group compared to last month, but it still turned out to be a fun afternoon.
After maybe a 15 minute wait, Mike called me into one of the side rooms and said he was going to give me my warm-up spanking. I knew that he preferred to give over-the-lap spankings so I had expected this. He ordered me to remove my shorts, but said I could keep the jockstrap on. I laid across his lap and he gave me a good hand spanking which included a lot of ass fondling and cock and ball grabbing between my legs. When he was done with me he told me to cool off for a few minutes and he’d let me know when he was ready for the next part. I put my shorts back on and waited for a few minutes, watching the other spankings that were going on.
After a few minutes, I saw Mike moving toward the suspension cube and he motioned for me to join him. His friend Gary (who helped with me last month) also joined us. They quickly attached the leather cuffs to my wrists, securely fastened me to the overhead bar, and raised it over my head. I suggested that they wait to put the spreader bar between my feet until I was completely stripped and they agreed that would be easier. At this point I was still wearing my gym shorts with the jockstrap underneath. I had told Mike that this time I wanted to be facing the crowd instead of having my back to them as I did last time and he was fine with that request. I thought that facing the crowd might result in more audience participation. And I thought it would be much more embarrassing for me to actually watch the guys and see who was watching my punishment. I wanted to see the reaction on their faces.
Once my arms were overhead, Mike and Gary wasted no time at all to begin my spanking. They began with some good hand slaps across the back of my gym shorts along with some rubbing and grabbing of the mound at the front of my shorts. And fingers made their way under the leg openings, making contact with the front of my jock. After just a few short minutes, my shorts were pulled down first to my knees and then completely off, leaving me now in just my jockstrap. The spanking continued, now on my bare jockstrapped ass. And the crotch grabbing, nipple twisting and ass rubbing intensified. As I looked out into the group of guys, I saw that a good many of them were watching me. There were probably 8 to 10 guys who would watch for a few minutes, then turn away to talk with someone else. But then a few minutes later I’d see them watching me once again. And there were a few guys that were intently watching everything that was being done to me. More than one of those guys had a big smile on their faces.
After just a few minutes, it was time for my jockstrap to be removed. My manhood was about to be exposed to my audience. First the jock was pulled down to my knees as the spanking continued. Now that I was exposed, Mike and Gary both took the opportunity to give my hard cock a few strokes as well as to grab and tug my balls. I still had on my leather cock strap which stayed on throughout this scene.
After pulling my jockstrap all the way off, Mike and Gary now attached cuffs to my ankles, forced my feet apart, and attached them to the ends of a spreader bar. Like the one above my head, it was 3 feet in length, forcing me to spread my legs apart to give me that feeling of being very, very exposed. Now that I was completely nude and fully restrained, it seemed that more guys came over to participate. I had a couple of guys come over and spank me, as well as fondled my chest, ass, cock and balls. But honestly, it seemed like I had more participation the previous month. Mike later told me that this more subdued event was more the norm and the extra attention that I got last month was unusual. He said that for the most part, this crowd is interested in one-on-one spankings, not group activities -- although those do happen. As he explained it, all of the talking that I saw the guys doing was part of their "courtship" ritual.
But even without a larger number of guys participating, I was still enjoying being strung up and helpless and having them watch me. Now that I was completely nude, restrained, spread eagle and sporting a rock hard cock, there seemed to be more guys that stopped whatever they were doing and just watched. Perhaps they didn’t realize earlier that I was going to be stripped completely, and now that I was, it was much more interesting for them. Some either sat down or stood directly in front of me with big smiles on their faces. I was loving the embarrassment of it all. I was completely exposed to these strangers, allowing them to witness my arousal and to gauge how I ranked on the manhood scale. Yes, facing the group was much more embarrassing for me, and I loved every minute of it.
At one point, Mike also noticed that the audience had increased and seemed to be more intent on watching. He said it was probably because they’re not used to seeing guys sporting a very hard cock like mine was at that moment. According to Mike, quite often when I guy is getting spanked, any erection that he might have quickly deflates. But in my case, it seemed to work the other way, with the stimulation from the spanking causing me to become even more aroused. Now, in full disclosure, there were times when my erection did go down. That was primarily during times when I asked them for a short break in the action to allow me to cool down. During those short 2 or 3 minute breaks I was still strung up, but wasn’t being paddled or fondled in any way.
After I had been strung up for perhaps 30 minutes or so, Mike mentioned that there was another guy there that also wanted to be strung up. He said that he was a fairly new guy that was there last month and was jealous (his word) when he saw me getting strung up. I figured that meant that very soon Mike was going to release me and string up this other guy, as he had said in the past that he only had one set of restraints. But just a few minutes later, he came back holding a 2nd pair of restraints. I’m assuming he borrowed them from someone else. As Mike lowered the bar above my head, he motioned for the other guy, who’s name is Sam, to come forward.
Gary was about to unfasten my hands from the bar, but Mike stopped him. He said that I wasn’t coming down yet, but that Sam was going to be strung up with me. Now, after last month, Mike and I had discussed how hot it would be to string up two guys at the same time. We even discussed the various ways they could be positioned (back to back, face to face, front to back) and the relative merits of each position. In this case, we were about to be strung up together face to face! I found out afterward that Sam didn’t know in advance that he was going to be strung up with me and was instead expecting to be all by himself. But regardless, he was now ordered to strip completely and then stand directly in front of me. I watched as he stripped off all of his clothes and as they attached the 2nd set of cuffs, first to his hands then to the same spreader bar where my hands were attached. The bar was now raised overhead, stretching both of our arms and forcing us to move closer to each other. I still had the spreader bar keeping my feet apart, but Sam didn’t have anything fastened to his feet.
I remember looking down at Sam in order to check out my new close companion. Our bodies were probably 12 to 16 inches apart, so I was able to look down and see what kind of man I was strung up with. Sam had a bit of a beer belly, a fairly hairy chest, and had completely shaven his balls and cock. He had what I would describe as a fairly small cock, certainly much smaller than mine. But mine was rock hard and pointing straight at him, and I honestly don’t know that he ever got fully erect while we were strung up together. And I got the impression that he was clearly very nervous about the scene that he was beginning.
In any case, the spanking and stimulation started. The action alternated between spanking one of us at a time, or both of us, stroking one or both of our cocks, playing with our asses and chest -- all of that. I remember watching Mike grab one of our cocks in each of his hands and stroking us both at the same time. Mike also engaged in a bit of sword fighting using our two cocks.
At one point I suggested that Mike should raise the bar just a little higher. Doing that would stretch our arms more and would force us to move even closer to each other. He agreed and slowly raised the bar a few steps. My feeling was that if we were going to the trouble to do this scene, we might as well do it right and get closer. Now looking down at the gap between us, I would say we were probably only 6 to 8 inches apart. Sam and I were roughly the same height, although I might have been an inch or two taller. And that meant that are respective male anatomy was almost perfectly aligned with each other, and now that we were close, was making contact.
Now that we were closer, Mike held both of our cocks together in one hand, tightly gripping them and rubbing them against each other as he jerked us at the same time. From this point on, this seemed to be Mike’s favorite thing to do to us. Gary was still there helping and was providing the spankings while Mike was stroking and rubbing our cocks together. I was still very hard throughout this, and this was also when Sam's erection reached it's peak. Several times I was reaching the edge and about to lose it, but Mike backed off at just the right time to prevent it. Being spanked at the same time also helped keep my mind off of the simulation that my cock was receiving.
After a short time strung up together (maybe 15 minutes), we were both let down and released. I watched as Sam hurried to get dressed again. It was almost as if he had wanted to be strung up so badly, but once he was there and completely nude, he began to have 2nd thoughts. I put my jockstrap back on but didn’t bother with my shorts.
After about a 30 minute rest, I was ready for my final bit of fun for the afternoon. Mike and I had discussed that I was also interested in being spanked on the bench again, but this time I wanted to be restrained. So during my rest, I kept the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, since we knew that they would be used again. Gary directed me to one of the side rooms in the dungeon which had a straddle-type spanking bench, telling me that Mike was getting his supplies and would be right there. It was the same room and bench where Gary had spanked me the previous month. It seemed that none of these straddle-type benches had anywhere to fasten the restraints (a serious design flaw if you ask me). So when Mike arrived, he created his own connection points using a long rope that he had. It took him only a couple of minutes to securely fasten the rope around the base of the bench.
Even though I was only clad in my jockstrap, I was now ordered to strip completely and then to mount the bench. This is the type of bench where you lay your chest on the top middle frame of the bench, and straddle it by putting one knee on each side of the bench. It was a very short bench, so once I was in place, my head hung off of one end of the bench and my ass the other end. Only my chest and knees rested on the parts of the bench, my arms dangled down the front side of the bench. Mike and Gary now fastened the cuffs on my wrists to the rope beneath me, and my ankles to the rope behind me. I tried to move my arms and legs but there was very little movement, confirming that whatever they were about to do to me, there was no escape for me now.
What I really like about this particular type of bench is the intense feeling of being completely exposed. Your knees are separated, your butt cheeks are pulled tight, your ass is spread wide open, and your balls and cock are dangling and quite vulnerable. And you can’t move out of that position because you’re firmly held down by the restraints. This bench is certainly not designed to preserve the modesty of the victim. You’re laying it all out there for everyone to see. And you get the distinct feeling that your exposed ass hole is the center of attention and that you’re willingly presenting it for some type of assault. Since you can’t turn around to see, you have no idea what kind of assault is about to come from directly behind you.
As I waited on the bench, I heard Mike and Gary making preparations behind me. I had a feeling what was about to happen to me, but I wasn’t 100% sure. Mike and I had discussed our mutual medical fetish interests. Since the dungeon does have a medical room, I had suggested that perhaps we could use the room for a quick physical exam on me, complete with a good genital and rectal exam from him. I thought we were going to try that scene later but that never happened. But instead, since I heard the distinct snap of exam gloves, and saw that Mike was carrying a tube of K-Y when he entered the room, it appeared that he was going to at least give me the rectal probing that I was after.
The hand spanking started. The groping and stroking of my cock and balls now also started. At the same time, I felt a finger pressing against my ass hole. I could feel that it was cold and wet from the K-Y jelly. After a few seconds, I felt the finger slip into me, going knuckle deep as far as it could go. At first he just held his finger there, not moving it at all while my cock continued to be stroked and jerked by another hand. The hand on my cock briefly released it’s grip, all while the finger was still inside of me. Now the hand returned to my cock, but this time it too was cold and slippery, confirming that K-Y had been applied to it. The hand now began to spread the lubricant the entire length of my shaft before resuming the stroking and jerking of my cock. Now the finger inside of me pressed harder, presumably trying to press on my prostate. It then switched to pumping in and out of me more quickly. Throughout all of this, the hand spanking intensified. I lasted for maybe another minute before shooting my load on the floor. As I ejaculated, the hand gripped my cock more firmly and the strokes slowed. At the same time, the finger pressed more firmly into me, as if they were trying to milk me dry. I now felt a hand wipe the excess lubricant from my ass.
While all of this was taking place, I had no idea what part each guy played in this scene. But I found out later that it was Mike’s finger that was inside of me, and Gary’s hand was stroking my cock. And both of them were spanking me, either taking turns or each doing one cheek at the same time. It was truly a team effort to get me off, and they both did a fantastic job. After releasing me, we cleaned up the bench (and the floor) and removed Mike’s ropes.
I was now officially spent and thanked my spankers for another fun-filled afternoon. Now I need to start making plans for the next time.
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