The danger of familiarity: Chapter 1

Note: This story describes a hard core kink scene. It isn't representative of all kink. In fact very very few people would experience anything like this. You'd be a tough performer to go through all this!

Derek hung precariously from the upper post of the doorway, his muscled neck stretched tight by a silk rope, forced on the tips of his toes with burning cigarettes resting - almost touching - under the arches of his feet.

He'd been this way now for almost twenty minutes. Blindfolded and helpless, all he could hear was the angry buzzing of insects and the sharpening of steel. Soon those were eclipsed by the machine-gun quivering of his convulsing feet as they strained to avoid touching the red hot embers.

It had been an intense day. Derek had walked into the house that morning expecting a stern lecture from his former dom, but within seconds the young body was stretched out on the floor, clothes ripped off, boot marks deeply imprinted over the flesh, beaten and pummelled until he could hardly move. Then dragged roughly by the hair down the long hallway, shackled, face-fucked until he vomited, then violently and repeatedly dry-fucked as the dom spat and slapped the reddened face. Derek never gave up, but he did beg for forgiveness.

But there would be no forgiveness. Not this time. Derek had pleaded to be "done over" too many times for that. The dom, refusing at the time, was dismissed by Derek as a "soft top". Even worse, the dismissal was made public. Now the dom had unfinished business to complete. It was a matter of pride - and justice. Derek had become arrogant, cocky. And while he was a tough and accomplished sub, he had forgotten his place. No dom had beaten him. Now neither side was giving way, and ahead of them would be a long arduous few days.

So now the sub hung like a slab of raw meat, tenderised and in agony. An unknown fluid snaked from his ravaged arse down his balls and thighs. The drip drip drip in his ears was incessant. The sub was almost spent, twitching and trembling, his mobile phone laying in pieces around his red-raw feet.

At the last moment he was cut down from the door and pulled to the bedroom, where he was tied tight to the old iron bed. The blindfold was removed and for the first time that day Derek gazed on the dom. He was impassive and cold - like nothing the boy had seen before. The dom left him and closed the door.

Agonising hours passed until finally the boy heard unfamiliar voices. Two men, older, deep voices they had, and loud.

The door opened to reveal the men, unshaven erect and smirking. They had been selected by the dom because of their reputation for creativity and cruelty. They laid out their instruments on the bed; a horrific array of implements of a type Derek had never laid eyes on.

The dom closed the door on them, and just for a second felt pity. He could only imagine the horrors that awaited the boy.

Four hours passed before the dom returned. He gazed at the twisted mess on the bed, wincing slightly, before calling off the men. The three raised a toast before clinking glasses and downing a pale green liquid, then they departed the room, leaving the boy in deathly silence.

It wasn't long before they returned, laughing. Derek was released from the bed then stretched out, chained, in the bath. A dental gag was applied and pulled to its fullest extent, leaving the boy's mouth wide open.

"Do you submit?" asked the dom. The boy, who had endured agonies beyond anything he could have imagined figured nothing could be worse than he had experienced so far. He must see this ordeal through to the end, so he shook his head. "No".

They balanced a riming stool above his face, and the dom showed the boy a packet. A green packet. Laxative. That's clearly what the men had been drinking.

One by one the men straddled the stool, emptying their bowels over the boy's horrified face and into his mouth, enjoying the convulsions of vomit and shit that exploded from his mouth and across his body.

"Urrrgh… Jackson Pollock" commented one, as they pissed the stinking mess off the boy and turned a cold shower on him. Then they left him, still reeking and encrusted. The two strangers left the house.

After a while the dom returned to fill a warm bath, and ordered the boy to wash thoroughly. The water was alternately pink and brown. "Walk to the bedroom and sit".

What happened then was a surprise. The dom held Derek in his arms, caressing his matted hair and stroking behind his ear.

"It's you and me now" he whispered. "No more strangers".

They hugged for an infinity, then the dom asked him again: "do you submit to me? If not, the days will be long."

The sub looked into the dom's eyes and half smiled. There was a sudden rapport between them - an awakening.

Derek held out his arms to receive the manacles. Ahead for both was going to be a long adventure.