Do it for the story.

I stood across the street, the black, nondescript gate in front of this nondescript building on the nondescript high street in East London staring back at me. I could feel my palms get clammy in my gloves. Nothing about this building would make you think something was going on in there. Maybe that’s the fun of it, that between the Tesco Express and the artisanal pudding café (whatever that is) was an experience waiting to happen. That is why I am here. Weeks into the New Year and I have already started on my New Year’s resolution: Do it for the story.

My new mantra, because I could walk out tonight and realise that it was not for me. But at least I’d have a funny story to tell. But if I don’t go in, how will I ever know?

“Just fucking do it,” I muttered to myself.

I made my way to the gate, which started to look increasingly ominous with each step I took. I pressed the ring doorbell.

“Come on up, shoes off in the foyer please,” came a distant voice, crackling through the small box on the wall.

I took a deep breath and pulled the large gate open.

***

I stood at the opening of a large room, taking in what was happening around me. In the centre of the room was the body of a man in a small black thong, hanging from the rafters. His muscular body, thick with fur, was contorted and artfully tied with thin brown rope, helplessly rocking back and forth. I stood, transfixed, as another man dressed in dark blue denim and a black shirt, unbuttoned down to his belly button, showing off a small belly and a trail of hair leading down into the darkness, walked up behind the hanging body and slowly started to untie parts of the intricate rope, moving and changing the positioning of where it sat along his body, as if he were trying to find the most perfect placement on the man’s thick frame.

“Good evening!” A deep voice came from behind me, making me jump and pulling me from my trance. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m guessing it’s your first time?”

“Yeah, first time,” I sheepishly replied.

“That’s very exciting! Welcome!” He smiled wide, genuine excitement across his face. “My name is Kai. I run this studio. Tonight is all about connection and play. You can be as involved as you want to be. If you just want to sit back and take it all in, that is okay too. You are in control until you decide if you want to give that up.” His big grin morphed into a sly, sexy smile. “I’ll run through the house rules first, safety, consent, and wellbeing, and I can introduce you to some of the regulars and other instructors. What is your experience with Shibari?”

Kai and I sat cross-legged on the floor, and I explained my New Year mantra and how that got me here.

***

I felt the man’s breath on my neck as he leaned in close, our bodies connecting. His bare chest and stomach radiated warmth as they met my skin.

“Do you like pain?” His voice was so soft and gentle, but with a sharpness to it that sent shivers through my body. The question alone made my bulge tingle in my shorts.

“Ummm… I don’t know,” I stammered. “But I know that I’m willing to try.” I could feel my cheeks flush and my palms get clammier with nerves.

“Well, we can explore that if you’re up for it. It’s your first time, so we’ll take it easy on you.” He whispered that last bit in my ear, which made the hairs all over my body stand at attention.

“We’ll start with some simple ties around your chest, stomach, and legs. And go from there?” The man’s voice was strong and reassuring. It was as if he were trying to excite me and calm me down at the same time, both of which were happening.

“Let’s do it,” I croaked, trying to stifle my nerves.

Britta walked in front of me and smiled sweetly, her tits out with just a simple chain hanging from nipple to nipple.

“You’re in good hands. Mike is one of the best riggers in the city. And he’s packing some serious hog too.” Her breasts bounced as she laughed. She handed Mike a bunch of rope and took a step back to let him move in front of me.

He was much taller than me; I craned my neck to look up at him. His icy blue eyes looked almost supernatural against his greying hair. He stared into my eyes, at first making me want to look away, but there was something about this man’s eyes that made it impossible to break contact. He moved his face closer to mine. I could feel his breath on my face, his eyes never leaving mine. His lips stopped about an inch from mine, his stomach ever so slightly brushing against me.

His hand slowly moved down my right arm; the contact felt searing hot. He reached for my hand, his lips so close to mine I thought he was about to kiss me. I closed my eyes in preparation, wanting and waiting for our lips to connect. Instead, he clutched my hand and pulled it up behind me, the sudden movement making me take a sharp intake of breath, but my eyes stayed closed. He said nothing but continued to guide my hands around my back and wrapped the rope around my wrists. Slowly, sensually, and with such precision, he wrapped the rope around my chest, pinning my hands behind my back.

The feeling of the rope against my bare skin, along with the slight discomfort of the position, sent energy surging through my body that I wasn’t expecting. I could feel my cock getting hard, now pushing against my tight shorts.

As soon as he finished the ropes around my chest, he moved to stand directly behind me. I could feel his cock struggling against his denim trousers, prodding me in my lower back. The feeling of his manhood pushed up against me made my body instinctively try to push my ass back towards him, wanting to feel him.

Britta moved in front of me, her lips now so close to mine I could almost taste her lip gloss. Her perfect tits pressed up against me, her nipples hard, the cold chain brushing against my chest. She tilted her head and I thought she was about to kiss me, but she moved to the side of my face and her lips connected with Mike’s. Their bodies pressed up against me, his cock and her breasts hard against my body, as their tongues intertwined in a long, deep kiss. Me, hopelessly sandwiched between them.

I could feel my shorts getting wet, filling with precum as I stood there, unable to move, the sensuality between the three of us rising.

My legs were next.

Mike dropped to his knees, his hand skimming over my calves, up my thighs, and across my ass, feeling up his canvas, with very deliberate grazes over my now throbbing cock, still imprisoned by my wet shorts. I couldn’t see, but I was certain the wetness was visible as I felt the precum continue to ooze out of me.

As he finished the last knot around my thighs, he stood up and looked at me. His large hands reached up and roughly grabbed my face, holding it tight before pushing a finger into my mouth.

I could taste the saltiness of his skin as he pushed his finger deeper.

“Open up,” he ordered quietly but firmly.

An order I followed without a single thought, opening my mouth wider and giving him space to put two fingers deep inside. His movements were rough, causing spit to form at the corners of my mouth and drip down my chin.

“Good boy,” he growled.

Hearing those two words, my body let out a guttural moan, uninhibited and involuntary. His fingers were still inside my mouth as he turned his face, his smile becoming almost sinister.

“This is going to hurt now,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt a sharp pull from my pelvis. Ropes dug across my stomach, the angle forcing me to bend at the hips. With another sudden tug, my feet lost contact with the floor, only my toes grazing the ground as the rest of my body was contorted and suspended from the rafters.

I let out a moan, unsure if it was pain or pleasure, or both.

I felt Britta’s breath on my ear.

“You okay, baby?”

All I could manage was a soft moan, three fingers now in my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat.

“Give me a thumbs-up if you’re OK,” she whispered. I obliged, giving the best thumbs-up I could with the rope pressing against me.

“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” she whispered again just as Mike’s hand grazed my crotch again, and again, and again, enough to send electricity through my entire body without giving me the satisfaction of release.

Mike pulled his fingers out of my mouth and slapped me across the face with his spit-covered hand.

The impact sent a shockwave through my entire body, every inch of my skin ablaze with ecstasy.

“Not bad for a first-time kid,” he smiled, dropping down to my level to place a big, wet, passionate kiss on my lips.

This wasn’t going to be just for the story. That much I knew.