The Playroom (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ 

Triggers: BDSM, rough.

Chills ran across my naked flesh as I awkwardly pulled my trousers off. Other than a camping trip a few years back, I’d never actually been naked outside before. It felt both terrifying, and weirdly liberating, but I didn’t have much time to dwell on it.

My bare feet pressed down on the cold, wet tarmac. I was thankful that he’d chosen to do this at night, because the darkness was the only thing keeping me from being seen by his neighbours. My heart still slammed hard as I bundled my clothes up, just like he’d told me to, and dropped them into the wooden crate next to his trash cans.

Without sounding arrogant, I was happy with my body. I was an avid swimmer, so I’d maintained a slender, defined physique for most of my life. My dick was a modest five and a half inches, but ever since I’d accepted the fact that I was, indeed, a submissive bottom, I’d been quite content with it.

I gingerly tip toed up the long drive with my hands clasped over my flaccid junk and my eyes darting through the night. As exciting as it was, being caught naked like this could be a one way ticket to a jail cell, and the idea of explaining this to my parents made my stomach churn. When I reached the front door, I got to my hands and knees, lifted my ass and bowed my head, then wrapped on the door three times.

This wasn’t my first time with Tom. In fact, Tom had been training me for almost two months now, but he had yet to put a single finger on me. He’d inspected every inch of my naked body one hundred times over. He had me present myself in all manner of poses. Ordered me to expose my darkest most deranged fantasies. Explored me with his eyes, inside and out. Had me masturbate more times than I could count, in ways that I’d never even imagined, and now I was ready.

The lock on the door clicked open and the light blasted on to allow anybody who decided to look out their window, see me in this humiliating position. I remained still, remembering the rules that I had sworn to, and saw his shoes a moment later.

I leaned forward, placed a kiss on the warm leather of each one, and waited for my orders. He enjoyed keeping me here. He enjoyed many things that I did not, but humiliating me was a particular favourite. Tom knew from the moment he first met me that I was incredibly shy, so what better way to torment me than by forcing me to wait outside his front door wearing nothing but a grimace?

“Lift that bottom higher, young man!” He snapped, in that gravelly voice that both excited and terrified me. I lifted my ass higher.

Tom was far older than me. I hadn’t asked, nor did I care what age he actually was, but I guessed that he was in his forties. He was in great shape, too, which wasn’t surprising given his large home gym that I’d spent some time in over the last few weeks. As the man stepped aside and beckoned me in with only his fingers, I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of nervous excitement. If tonight really was the night, then I’d finally get to see The Playroom.

The first night I spoke to Tom, he had hinted at a room beneath his house where sub boys like me had been driven insane with sexual pleasure. He explained that it was a place that only his most loyal slaves had ever entered, and had teased me with it ever since.

Thwick!

The pain of the leather crop hissed through my body. With expert precision, Tom had landed the small patch of leather right across my freshly shaved asshole, and the sting made me suck air through my teeth and clench with all my might.

“Keep that ass up, boy!” He warned, and I continued crawling through his hallway, biting my lip as the pain dwindled.

It was the first time that Tom had dished out a punishment himself. Up until this point, any punishments that I had endured, had been done at my own hands, whilst he dictated and watched. The burn was a painful reminder that I was no longer in control of those punishments.

His house was huge, but I was used to that by now. My hands and knees had toughened up after the first week of crawling across the hard wood. I continued forward as he marched behind, and kept my body tense and ready for a second blow.

The living room was where I’d spent most of my time so far. It was quite dark, and reminded me of an old gangster film, with leather couches, old, mahogany bookcases, and a blazing fire that splashed the room in a warm orange hue. I crawled to the centre, just like always, and Tom sat down on the couch.

He wore a suit more often than not, and tonight was no different. This time, however, his jacket was nowhere to be seen, and instead, he wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his usual red tie was loose around his neck.

“Show me your cunt” he said sternly, and I spun around and presented it to him. He leaned forward, eyed my pink, virgin hole, and nodded.

“Pin” he said, which was his pet name for my dick. I turned back, clasped my hands around the back of my head, and thrust out my hips so he could examine me.

“You remember what happened the last time you failed to shave properly, don’t you, boy?” He asked, and I most certainly did.

It had been a rushed job. Up until that point, I’d only shaved my pubes once or twice in my life, but when I’d arrived to Tom’s with some sparse hairs around my balls and ass, the hour that followed was a painful one, indeed. With a tweezers, Tom had ordered me to pluck every single hair from my cock, balls and asshole, and by the time I’d finished, I was doused in sweat.

“Put it on” he said, and threw a thick dog collar at me. I grabbed it with shaking hands and awkwardly clasped it around my neck. This hadn’t happened before, so perhaps tonight really was the night.

“You’re going to make a phone call now, Justin” he said, and I cringed at the sound of my name. Being called derogatory nicknames was far more enjoyable that my actual name, but Tom knew a lot about me now.

He handed me a mobile phone and tightened the collar until every swallow made me aware of the constant constraint. “Ring your parents and explain that you’re going away for the weekend” he whispered, holding my shoulders with hands so strong I knew he could break me if he wanted to.

Part of me already knew that this would be expected of me at some point. The Playroom, according to Tom, required days of exploration. Yet, despite that, I still found myself reluctant to have a conversation with my dad in this situation.

“Or” he continued, massaging me roughly, “you can take your skinny little ass back out of my house and leave”.

We both knew what my answer would be. As strange as it sounded, I’d already grown to love the man. He was stern, rude, brutal and degrading, but he was showing me things that nobody had ever shown me before. He was exploring the darkest corners of my mind, and allowing me to do the same, and so I dialled the number and waited for my father to answer.

“H… Hi dad” I gulped, as Tom stood before me, his crotch inches from my face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m um… I’m…”

Tom unzipped his pants and I lost my train of thought. I’d seen his bulge before, and it was a sight to behold. Now, however, as I did my best to continue the awkward conversation, I was about to face the real deal.

“I’m going to go away with Ryan for the weekend” I said, my eyes wide as Tom’s huge, drooping cock hung before me. Dad said something back, but I had no idea what it was. Tom peeled back his long, loose foreskin and squeezed a bead of pre-cum onto his thumb before holding it in front of my lips.

“Yeah” I swallowed, “so um… I’ll see you on Sunday”. The slap across my cheek made me see stars, and instantly I extended my tongue and felt the sharp saltiness of my master’s juices.

“Monday” Tom hissed, and I corrected myself as soon as I had sucked off his pre-cum.

“I know, dad” I growled, as he began to speak about how messy my bedroom was, “I know!” I snapped, and grunted as Tom grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back.

“Respect” he mouthed, “apologise”.

“S… Sorry dad” I groaned, and Tom released me. “Okay. Yeah… I um… I love… I… Love you too”.

When the call finally came to an end, Tom took back the phone and stroked his cock in my face. “Your cheeks are red, boy” he smirked, “I love you, daddy” he mimicked, and chuckled as he stepped closer again. “Open”.

I opened my mouth instantly. I’d dreamt about finally taking Tom’s big cock in my throat since the first night I’d met him, and just as I expected it to happen, he spat a wad of saliva straight into my throat, and I almost choked on it.

“You’ll get this when you deserve it, boy” he hissed, and pointed toward a door. “It’s time to see The Playroom”.