Rocky is keen to visit KUNT, the infamous fetish club he’s heard so much about. The stories are legendary, filling him with great anticipation. As he opens the door, his heart begins to pound. From excitement, or fear? What lies on the other side?<br><br>From the minute he steps inside, he knows this is a place where anything can happen. The muffled boom, boom, boom of industrial dance music permeates the walls, and he has a sudden urge to be in amongst it all.<br><br>He pushes a second door open. The space behind is dark and smoky. The music pounds in his ears as he’s confronted by a sight that almost takes his breath away. His heartbeat quickens. Little does he realize as he heads for the bar that this will be a night he’ll never forget.

Slave

“No what?” snarled Ben, baring his perfect white teeth like a Rottweiler about to attack.


“No, I don’t have anything to say,” Rocky replied with a smirk.


Ben brought the riding crop down against the bare flesh of Rocky’s buttocks once more. “No what?” he repeated. 


Ben began walking away and despite his current situation, Rocky found himself still wanting to feel Ben’s cock slipping into his arse. He wanted to pull those meaty arse cheeks apart and bury his face between them. He could imagine the manly smell there and the feel of those twin gluteal muscles pressing in against his face as he forced his tongue ever deeper into the man’s fuck-hole


One thing he really could feel was his cock growing hard. He tried to stop it, but the more he fought against it the harder it grew. Finally, as Ben was turning back to face him, it was jutting up almost parallel to his stomach. 


Chapter 4