Arriving at work 15 minutes late would usually send Zack into an anxious panic, especially when he’d overslept due to a late night and a few alcoholic drinks, but today, nothing was going to burst his blissful bubble of the previous night's erotic explorations.
His lateness hadn’t gone unnoticed though, the beady eyes of his co-workers had clocked the unusual behaviour of their usually punctual colleague. For the second day running, the sound of tapping on keyboards rang around the office as his colleagues debated in their secret group chat whether Zack had lost the plot or was there more to this mystery man than he was letting on.
The morning dragged as Zack attempted to advert his mind from the continuous replays of last night antics running through his mind by getting stuck into the ever-growing pile of work. The harder he tried to resist the memories the more restless he became, each recollection triggering pleasurable quivers running through his body. He could feel the rush of tingles to his privates as his panties pressed against his hardening member. Not able to take much more of the building tension, a quick glance around the office let him know that everyone is absorbed in their work. Slipping his hand below his desk and unbuttoning his pants slightly for easier access, he lets his fingers travel down beneath the waistband.
Parting the fabric of his underwear to the side, he lets his hand move slowly around his swollen helmet making his legs tremble beneath his desk. Sinking lower into his chair to hide the look of ecstasy on his face, Zack continuously rubs his juices over his erection and along his shaft until he’s so tantalisingly close to orgasm. Knowing someone could catch his wandering hand at any moment only makes him move faster and with more vigor until he can no longer hold off and climaxes, letting off a little moan. Quickly composing himself, he checks to see if anyone had noticed his mindless moment, but his co-workers are more concerned with their own workload rather than the load he had just released.
After pulling himself together, he checks the clock only to realise it was time for lunch. Grabbing his phone out of his bag, he checks to see once again numerous messages from his friends pressing his to get in touch to plan a catch-up. As much as he loves his friends, he can’t help but feel that they will not understand this self-exploration that he is on, in particular, his best friend, Carl. “Maybe one day I’ll tell him, and we’ll laugh about it,” he thinks to himself, but for now there’s only one message he wants to open, and that is from Austin.
“Hey, sexy man, what are your plans this evening?” Just the thought of him speaking those words is enough to start his leg trembling again.
Before he has the chance to reply to him, he notices he has a few emails from the hookup site. He had been so absorbed in Austin and the dirty things he had introduced to him to, he had forgotten to check the past few nights. Curiosity getting the better of him, he logged into his account to see a few new messages, none of which taking his fancy, so he continues to browse the site. Feeling confident from his new lease of life he checks out the events section to see what sex parties his local area has to offer.
Who knew there were so many kinky people in his town, this whole time he had been living a vanilla lifestyle while the people around him were fucking left, right and centre. Neighbours swinging with other couples, one-on-one meets for NSA hookups, a doggers’ meet up in the local woodland car park, but one event in particular really stood out to Zack.
Unleash Your Inner Kink - The Dungeon Doors Open 9 pm tonight. Members Only.
Clicking on the link, Zack is instantly drawn to the profile picture of the event organiser, MasterEvanErotic. A stunning man in his late 40s, assertive looking, yet with a smirk that shows he will play nice if you obey his demands. "Is participating in BDSM on my own a step too far this early on in exploring my kinks?" Zack thought to himself. The apprehensive thought was enough for Zack to snap back to his mission of saying Yes more, without hesitation he sends a message to MasterEvanErotica.
"Hi, I spotted your Dungeon event happening this evening, I would love to participate, but I have never been to anything like it before. How do I become a member?" wrote Zack.
Only minutes later, a reply from MasterEvaErotic!
“Hi Zack475, thank you for your message. I am always looking for more sexy guys to join my club and you most certainly fit that bill. Tell me first, Are you a dom or sub?”
The question took Zack aback, he had never before thought as to whether he was submissive or dominant. How would he know? His mind raced back to his past sexual experiences. He’d always been led, very rarely took control when it came to what pleasuring he wanted.
Deciding in the moment, he replied. “I would like to be dominant.”
“You are going to be a very in-demand man this evening Zack475” he replies “My best advice for you, is to start off slow, have a chat with people, get to know each other's kinks and needs. There’s no need to rush into participating in anything sexual if you do not feel ready, there will be plenty of action for you to observe.” he continued.
“I will email you our membership form and the club address. I look forward to seeing you later. P.s. The dress code is latex ;)” MasterEvanErotica.
Sitting back in his chair, a grin came across his face. Excitement, nervousness and curiosity were all the emotions running through Zack's mind. Could he really do this on his own without Austin by his side?
The sudden thought of Austin had reminded his that he needed to reply to his message.
“Hello, handsome” he starts “I’m taking my mission to say yes, solo this evening, I will let you know all the details when I next see you ;)” he concludes his reply.
Arriving home from work, Zack drops his bags by the front door and rushes into the kitchen to grab a glass of wine in preparation for an evening of primping and a hint of liquid courage. Forgetting his normal routine of slumping on the sofa and staying firmly set for the remainder of the evening, he has no time to stop this evening.
“What the hell am I going to wear?” he says to himself looking through his wardrobe of business attire and basic day wear. Latex wasn’t something he wore on a daily basis, a fancy dress party would be the only time he’d think about ever buying such a risque item. The thought suddenly triggered a memory of the Halloween party 2 years ago when he went with the Rocky Horror theme but even sexier. Dragging the box of fancy dress items from the top shelf of his wardrobe, he roots through the box of drunken memories to find the outfit in mind. A shiny black form-fitting, latex girdle with a scoop neckline and metal suspenders to attach to stockings, including the dog collar, it was perfect.
The time had come for him to head to the dungeon. One last glance in the mirror showed the wet look outfit clinging to his athletic body, the lights of his bedroom reflecting of the latex accentuating every jaw-dropping shadow. Pulling his silky stocking up his muscular legs, he clipped them into the suspenders with a snap around his mid-thigh. Finishing off his look with a pair of patent black, boots and the same long anorak coat as the previous night. There was something about wearing latex that made him feel unbelievably powerful and sexy, he was ready for tonight's adventure.
After a 20-minute taxi drive filled with anticipation and curious looks from the driver as his outfit squeaked on the leather seats of the taxi, he arrived at his destination. The back entrance of an upmarket bar he had passed numerous times on his drive to work each morning. He’d have never guessed the saucy secret the bar had hidden from the ordinary punters.
“Are you ok getting out here on your own?” the taxi driver asks with slight concern.
“Yes, I will be fine but thank you” replies Zack, trying to hide his ever growing nerves but eager to get inside.
Handing him the cash for the journey, he steps out of the taxi and makes his way to the basic looking door with the illuminated numbers 69, the only indicator of what lies behind.
Walking through the door into the darkness of unfamiliar territory, Zack is hit with a wave of nervousness. Giving his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dimly lit hallway ahead of his, he can see a queue of about 15 people dressed in an array of latex fetish gear. A man in a skin-tight bodysuit holding a leash attached to the collar of a fellow in tiny latex pants on all fours on the floor waiting patiently for his owner. Another beautiful man in a leather body harness, his skin on full display with his pectorals peeping through the straps.
Before Zack could scan the others waiting to enter the dungeon, a striking looking guy catches Zack’s eye as he walks toward him with a sultry strut that commands dominance. He was dressed in latex shorts, sleeveless top and high collar with a zip running from the bottom of the outfit all the way to the neck, leaving everything to the imagination but with a pull on the zip could reveal all in an instant.
“It’s Zack isn't it?” says the stunning man. “I’m Master Evan Erotica, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he continues while extending his hand for Zack to shake.
“It is” Zack exclaims reaching out his hand to return the gesture. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
“Would you like to follow me?” Master Evan asks with an extension of his arm in the direction of a large wooden door at the end of the corridor.
As they walk past the queue of people waiting, Master Evan nods to the employee signing their guests in and says “This one is my VIP guest for the evening, please take his coat” and continues to walk towards the giant gothic door at the end of the hallway.
Zack hands his coat to the attractive man behind the desk with a quick smile and a thank you. He could feel the eyes of the of other guests watching him as he followed Master Evan along the corridor. The sense of being watched creating a rush of horniness through his body, combined with the feeling of power as he walks alongside the guy who is in charge and everyone knowing it.
Reaching the doors, a man who Zack had not noticed before steps out from the shadows. Dressed in just latex underwear and a black hood concealing his face he reaches out to open the doors as they approach. Master Evan steps into the main club room ahead of Zack, who is distracted by the muscular man holding the door and notices a cheeky wink from him as he passes.
Stepping into the club, the first thing Zack notices is how much the main lounge looks like a regular nightclub. The room illuminated by the multicoloured lights beaming in different directions through the smoke pouring out from a hidden smoke machine. A square bar in the centre of the dark grey walled room, with servers dressed in branded fetish gear. Behind the bar, at the far end of the room, Zack can make out a mirrored dance floor which caged dancers swinging overhead.
Only when he looked past the basic club in front of his did he see how much more this place was, alcoves in each corner of the room lit up in red with people having sex for all to see, the only bit of privacy, a sheer curtain pulled across. People dressed in the kinkiest of outfits dancing and chatting all around the room.
Zack was utterly absorbed taking in the erotic atmosphere that he hadn’t seen a server come up to Master Evan and himself to hand them a glass of champagne. Taking the glass with a smile, Zack was suddenly aware that Master Evan was watching his with an intrigued smirk across his face.
“It’s mesmerising isn't it?” he says to Zack to bring his back from his trance.
“It’s incredible, how did I not know this place existed?” Zack replies.
“I run a strict invite-only membership policy, only the kinkiest of people are allowed to join my club. But there was something about you young man that intrigued me enough to break my own rules, and I do not do that often.” Master Evan announces with a tone of voice that makes Zack feel as though he is being told off. Zack couldn’t help but admire the manner of this person, he knew what he wanted and knew how to get it, that thought alone sparked Zack’s thirst to learn to be a natural dominant just like Master Evan.
“I must attend to some business, but I will see you around.” Master Evan says before turning away from Zack and walking down one of the many hallways within the main room.
It was only now, Zack noticed all the hungry eyes of the other members upon his. Begging for his gaze to catch theirs so he might choose them to play with tonight. He was there to be dominant, he needed to show them he meant business. Without hesitation, he walked across the dark wooden floor to check out the rest of the club, eyes following his every stride.
From his initial inspection of the club when he had first stepped through the door, he had noticed multiple arches along the lengths of the room, with hallways leading away from the main room, one of which Master Evan had gone down. Latex-clad members passing from one corridor to another, Zack headed to the first one on his left unsure of what to expect.
The hallway had the same deep grey walls and wooden floors as the main room but with medieval style doors, 2 either side along the of the hall with caged viewing windows in each one. Peering into the first door, he could see a doctor’s surgery set up, a naked man gagged and strapped by the arms and legs to the clinic bed while a man dressed as a doctor inserted a large dildo shaped instrument into his hole making his thrash about in pleasure.
Moving onto the next door, the viewing window had been shut, indicating to Zack that the people inside may not want to be disturbed, so he walks across the hall to the othis doors. Inside each has a different theme to the last, each room filled with BDSM furniture and tools to administer pain or pleasure.
Nothing about what Zack had seen frightened his if anything each room he came across only heightened the horniness running through his body. Eager to see more, he heads to the hallway Master Evan had gone down earlier.
This hallway had the same layout as the previous one, but this time he noticed a few members on their knees, faces against a golden door at the far end of the corridor. Feeling curious about what they were doing he heads towards them, peering through each caged door taking in all the sounds and views of desperate members begging for their orgasmic release.
As he approaches the door, the few on their knees do not turn to see who is behind them, they are fixated with waiting for the door to open. It is evident to Zack that whatever lies behind this door is worth waiting for.
Just as he is contemplating whether to stay and wait or to leave, the door opened, blocking the view of the inside is the same muscled man from the main entrance.
The obedient members drop their heads from the door and bow down, muttering their pleads of entry.
“Please follow me” he directs at Zack ignoring the pathetic display before him.
Without hesitation, he steps over the grovelling subjects and goes into the room.
The room is set up as a royal throne room, deep red walls, pictures of ancient sex positions framed along the walls, golden drapes tied back exposing alcoved chambers, each one filled with contraptions and devices some of which Zack couldn't even begin to imagine how they would be used.
At the back of the room, steps lead up to an empty black marble throne, either side two men dressed in leather armour stand guard.
The muscled man leads Zack to the one alcove with the drapes down. Pulling back the golden screen, he unveils Master Evan reclined in a Roman style bath, the milky water dripping from his bare chest.
"Zack, please join me," Master Evan gestures towards the steps into the steaming water.
Unzipping himself from his dress to reveal his smooth naked body, his nipples erect from the blood rushing to his erogenous zones, heightening his senses moreso.
As Zack steps into the warm water, Master drifts aside to allow Zack the room to sit next to him.
"I'm glad you have found me, I have something to ask you," Master Evan says piquing Zack's interest in an instant.
"I knew before we'd even met in person that I needed you, but I wasn't quite sure what reason that was." he continues. "I have had my staff watching you this evening, and you have made some impact," he remarks.
"Were you aware of the trail of followers behind you as you made your way around the dungeon this evening?" Master Evan asks with a smirk.
Zack had no idea he was being followed, he had noticed the odd club goer give a bow of the head as they passed by his but nothing more.
"No, I was not aware, what did they want?" he asks with an almost innocent tone.
"They want you to pick them to be your submissive, they cannot choose you and shame on them for trying. You must punish one of them." Master Evan demands.
"Thomas, please could you bring one of them in here, preferably the one who begs the most?" Master Evan asked of the muscled man, who appeared to be his personal sub.
Thomas did as he was told, they heard the sound of many voices begging entry as he opened the door. Far more than the few when Zack first stood behind them earlier.
Moments later the door shuts, and Thomas brings a man in his late 40s towards the two men like a mouse being placed into a snake enclosure.
"Be a good boy and grab us some towels" commands Master Evan to the man.
Thankful to be chosen, he does as he is told and rushes to a pile of towels lay on a red velvet chaise lounge.
Stepping out of the bath, the water trickling down their naked bodies they make their way to the man standing there holding the towels patiently for the two men who were about to make his fantasies a reality.
Although being fully exposed in front of strangers, Zack felt more powerful and confident than he had ever felt before.
Taking the towels from the man, Master Evan commands him to kneel and not to take his eyes from them as they dry. His eyes never leave them as they pat themselves down and place black silk robes around their bodies.
"You followed Master Zack here, like a lost puppy, didn't you?" Master Evan looked down at the man who now has a visible bulge growing in his pants.
"Yes, I did Master, I want him very much" was the reply.
"You do not get to choose, you must be punished for disobeying the rules" he barked back at him.
Zack could feel an urge running through his body, he wanted to punish this man, he wanted to see him squirm and beg for his forgiveness. Knowing he wanted it too only make his more determined to take charge.
"Stand up" Zack demanded. He swiftly obeyed.
Zack circled around him, his eyes staring at him up and down.
"Follow me," he walked towards an alcove filled with everything he needed to give this man his punishment.
"Take your pants off and bend over that" he pointed to a bench "I want to hear you say you're sorry to Master Zack, until I believe you" the dutiful man once again did as he is told.
Master Evan was now sat on his throne watching the young man, who reminded him so much of himself when he first trained to become a Master. Seeing that only settled the decision he’d made to ask Zack to become his person Master in training.
Taking a leather paddle from the wall of equipment, Zack walked behind the man with his bare ass ready to take its penance. With a crack, Zack slaps the paddle across his bare skin leaving a crimson red mark.
"I'm sorry" he cried out in a state of burning pleasure.
"You're sorry what?" Zack cracks the paddle once again intensifying the red mark.
"I'm sorry Master Zack" he corrected himself.
"That's better, good boy, but I am still not satisfied with your apology, go lie on that bench " he pointed towards a leather-topped bench with arm and leg restraints.
Strapping his arms and legs into the restraints, so that he was unable to move, he ran his fingers down his body, towards his now fully erect cock.
"Did I say you were allowed to enjoy that?" he demands grabbing ahold of the rigid member.
"No, Master Zack you did not, I am sorry" he apologised.
"I do not want to hear your voice anymore," Zack stated as he climbed across the bench so that his stiff cock was in his minion’s face. Letting out a moan as his tongue enters his, Zack has been waiting for this all day.
Leaning forward toward his cocka d taking it in his hand he starts to stroke it up and down. "You are not allowed to cum until I say so," he said, increasing the speed to indicate to him that he must do the same with his tongue.
Watching the show, Master Evan now feeling his own juices pooling from the end of his member onto his marble throne beneath him. Not able to sit back and watch the delicious view in front of his any longer he makes his way to the bench.
Climbing onto the bench himself facing Zack, he inserted the submissive’s cock into his hole. Seeing the orgasm building in Zack's face, he leans forward to kiss Zack with a passionate force.
Zack can not hold back any longer, letting out a gasping scream as his body started to shudder, the intense climax taking over, unable to control the muscles pulsing in his body.
Seeing Zack in complete euphoria, Master Evan grinded harder on the throbbing cock between his legs, releasing his own orgasm.
Zack had never cum so hard in his life, he didn't even know he was capable of one so intense. Feeling satisfied and with sweat dripping from their bodies, Zack was now ready to let him have his reward.
"You were very sorry indeed, weren't you? Are you ready for your reward?" he asks him as they climb down from the groaning man beneath them.
"Yes please, Miss Zack" he begs.
Gripping his throbbing cock in his hand, he continues to jerk it as precum drips from the tip. Wanting to join in with the reward, Master Eva cups his tight balls in his hand while stroking them with his fingers.
"Do you want to cum?" Zack questioned.
"Yes, Master Zack" came the groan.
"Beg me" he commanded.
"Please, can I cum, Master Zack?" he begged once again.
"Yes, you can" he declared finally.
With this permission, he let out a deep groan, each pump of his hand on his prick he shot his load further up his chest.
Releasing the man's arms and legs from the restraints, Master Evan commands him to leave at once.
Once the man has been escorted from the room by Thomas, Master Evan turns to Zack.
"I was right about you, you are special." Master Evan smiled at Zack. "As I mentioned earlier, I have a question for you, and after that display, I am more certain than ever. I want to take you on as my personal Master in training and run this place alongside me..." he proposed.
Zack was taken aback, he had only met this man just hours earlier, and now he was asking him to do something that would change his life in a big way. As amazing as tonight had been, was he ready to take such a big step into a world that was so new to his?
"I want to give you time to think about it" Master Evan told him, seeing the slightly distressed look on Zack's face. "I have organised a Valentines Day orgy at my house on Thursday, only the hottest people are on the invite list, I want you to come. That gives you a few days to think over my proposal."
"I will certainly think about it." Zack replied "I have never experienced anything like it in my life, it's been incredible." he continued with a grin. "Could I bring a few friends along to the orgy? I think it's time I introduced a good friend to some new ones." Zacks says thinking about finally telling Carl all about his new adventures and introducing him to Master Evan, Austin and Morgan.
"For you, I will extend my list." Master Evan said with a wink.
Saying his goodbyes, Zack headed home.
Lying in bed, all he can think about is how he is going even begin to tell Carl about everything he has been up too. Taking his phone from the bedside table, he sends a message to Carl. "Hi, I'm sorry I've been MIA. Catch up soon? x"
He'd think about it when the time came, now he just wanted to fall asleep thinking about what tomorrow would bring.
