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Hot and heavy BDSM fiction by special guest author sukemnsee. Strictly over-18s only!
Bowater billed itself as the fourth largest town in Reeveshire which did not say much for the other towns as it had a population of only about 40,000. Various larger counties on the border had aimed to annex it but so far had been thwarted. The town usefully was at the intersection of two major railways, three roads including the pass through the hills and it was now within five miles of the Motorway. This kept it alive as a trade town, with plentiful light manufacturing and new pioneer business. Trade was what brought me here. I was currently back in Sales seeking orders for the range of brass ferrules our firm milled. A lot of our trade was office and internet-based, but the firms around here were quite old school and wanted to see the representative in the flesh. For me this was a useful diversion, time to travel in fresher air and hone my people skills. I also procured lots of orders this way and the trick of getting the decision makers to place orders was to offer little custom made treats which I could only do by getting to converse deeply. It also proved a good way of tasking the promising apprentices to design and construct novelties, and to assess their skills.
I had found a pleasant hotel close to Town Centre. It had seen days of high occupancy in the past when tourism was more established. This was my third visit. On occupying my room I was pleasantly surprised to find some laundry awaiting me with three shirts on hangers already in my wardrobe. I had somehow forgotten to pick up my laundry from my last visit, so I was impressed by the service they had provided for me.
A while later I went to the ground floor restaurant and headed for a section towards the back that I liked, where I could look at my tablet with wifi and not feel overlooked. The waiter came over and suggested I might prefer to sit further forward as there was a men’s activity function in the basement and noise could sometimes travel. I said I was fine and would probably have my headphones on soon anyway. He gave me a killer smile and moved off. When he brought my aperitif, served exactly how I like it with olives as nibbles, I commented it was quieter than usual that night. He said it would be busier from 9:15
when some of the club members would finish their evenings with drinks and meals. He left me to look over the menu.
And then I heard it. I know I have an active imagination but I was sure I heard the noise of a cane travelling through air followed by contact. I listened intently and heard it again and this time it was followed by a shout of pain. Just at that moment the waiter came over looking to take my order. I saw from his name badge that his name was Eric. I asked him what club was meeting downstairs. He said it was called 5M. I said I had not heard of this society but he said it was a one-off meeting held on the third Wednesday of every month. He looked around conspiratorially and said it was a naughty boys club. I am no poker player but my face must have expressed interest. Luckily, he could not see the under my table, where I sported a stiff reaction to what I had already heard! He added, “It is for the broad-minded or adventurous. They call themselves curious, I think. Men spanking other men’s botties and a bit more. Quite an age range too with some fit blokes not just old saddos. Kinky.”
He said maybe I would like to dine later and see what some of the participants looked like, perhaps have a mental game imagining who does what. I agreed I could do with going through some paperwork in my room and finished my aperitif with a promise to return later. I asked if he knew what 5M stood for and with another endearing smile he said it was Martin’s Mischievous Men Mended Monthly.
A few minutes later I was downstairs in the function suite area. I saw a sign by a door labelled ‘5M. Ring for admission.’ There was a little bell on a side table and so I rang that. Nothing happened immediately and I wondered if it could be heard. Then the door opened and a man in a towelling robe came to greet me. I said I was a regular hotel guest who had been given a notion of the activities going on and would like to attend. He asked me in, into an area that was curtained off to make a reception area. I was told it was a private members group with an annual fee. A charge for each session but the first included in membership. A direct debit plan for regular access was a good option. No photography and phones except for the official organiser, and should advise him if there were any privacy issues. I agreed to join. He then asked if I was top or bottom, not leaving any scope for versatile. I decided to say bottom and was handed a bag for my clothes and a pair of hotel slippers and told to strip naked before going through the end curtain. He would pick up and store my clothes right after and if I needed toilet facility it was immediately right after the curtain.
I was immediately nervous and was rather slow undressing but this turned out fine for as fast as the robed man (later I knew him as Justin) went then the bell sounded and I was joined by a fit young hunk named Andy who was obviously a regular on the debit plan. He was told I was a newbie and to guide me. So it was that we both left the curtained area together, fully naked. I noticed his generous endowment and fine physique.
He led me straight to an area with several chairs facing each other. This was the compulsory warm up area. Tops would install themselves on the chairs and wait. We were required to stand and face a wall nearby with hands on head until called. Meanwhile others could if they wished touch our bodies. This area also remained in use throughout and not just on point of entry.
We both stood there a few minutes and were conscious of people behind us. I know Andy got attention immediately but it was not long before I too was being felt. Anonymous fingers rubbing my nipples, stroking my bottom, teasing me in front. My body is always responsive and it was a job to stay still. Suddenly I am grabbed by the left ear and hauled to a chair and virtually thrown over the knees of a stern older man, already seated. My hands found stability on the floor but with my bottom upended I am less sure of my feet. The man speaks not to me but to the delivery man. He asks Jones what he knows of me. He is told I am lewd and not able to control myself. He then says I am a smoker. Well that is true and I am about to assert my right to smoke but as I plan to speak he declares that I was charging money or favours to help others with homework and not being kind to the stupid boys. I realise this is some kind of role play just as a big gym slipper lands heavily on my bottom. It hurts just as much, in fact more being bare bottom, as it did years ago at school. The slipper lands many times and I know I am squirming. After a pause, a very hard hand comes down relentlessly and really heats me up reaching more areas than the slipper did. I don’t care to cry out but I am surely not silent. I get told to stand and return to the wall and I obey. I see as I pass that Andy is getting a good hand spanking too but his tormentor is much younger. A few minutes later he comes up to me and feels my bottom commenting it is still warm. On invitation I check him out and he is quite hot and pink. He tells me to follow and he will show me the rest.
As we walk around I realise there are a lot of guys fully naked though some are wearing chastity devices. Most of the other men, the tops, wear fulsome jockstraps and some have an additional leather harness over shoulders. We go past a few men fastened against diagonal St Andrews Crosses. At one the master is running a pinwheel at places and interspersing with swipes of a small flogger. Andy leads me to a corner with a blackboard on easel and some school desks with inkwells. On a side table are some clothes and we dress in short grey shorts, a simple white shirt with narrow collar and add a ready made tie fastened with an elastic cord. We sit down with two others then a master comes in with flowing gown over a three piece tweed suit. He glares at us all and starts asking simple sums, writing up answers on the board. Suddenly I cry out as something hits my cheek. It is a blue ink pellet. The master demands to know who threw it but there is silence. We are commanded to hold out our hands and the culprit, one of the others, is evident. He is called to the front and told to hold his hands up front. From within the folds of the gown the master produces a brown leather tawse of about 15 inches length and 2 inches wide with the split end tails. The boy blubbers and pleads but is told to hold the inky fingers and hands high. He does so still trying to act bravely in front of others. The master knows his trade, just as he knows this boy well, and brings the strike down effectively. The boy screams and has to re-position the hands once more for another fiendish blow. Again he cries out and this time has to swap hands, hardly able to use the beaten hand to support the new target. Two more strokes but luckily that is all. As he returns to desk he holds his hands out. They are shaking and the redness shows they are throbbing. The master lays the tawse in vision ready for next use.
Sure enough, the next victim was Andy who was called forward and made to bend over. We had a prime view of his muscles in shorts so tight they were like a second skin. He got four really strong strokes. He stayed silent but had to readjust his position after each blow. After a pause, he stood up. The master immediately asked whether this was to make it easier to unfasten his shorts!
“Hurry up and get back down.”
He dropped his shorts and as he bent over we could see four clear red bands where the tawse had impacted. He then got four fresh strokes. Each one caused him to grunt, and each one left a strong red inflammation. He was sent back to his seat but was not allowed to pull up his shorts. Instead he had to sit on bare wood. A few minutes later class was dismissed! We returned the uniform and carried on naked. We stopped by one of the crosses and waited with hands on our heads. This obviously excited Andy as I noticed a definite stiffy! When a master came over in a full leather outfit it was me he selected. I was tied forward with hands outstretched above. He started pumping and kneading my chest and twisting my nipples. I writhed in the agony it was but also with excitement. Next came a small flogger, never lashed heavily, but enough for stinging impact. I was then turned around and refastened. Now my shoulders and back got light attention, and then my thighs. During all this Andy was on his knees below me, charged with keeping me excited using his fingers. He was good and I hoped I would not cum just yet. The flogging intensified on my buttocks. It was not enough to seriously mark but enough to get me hot and tender. The master let us go and Andy led the way back to the chairs. There we each had a fun master who roasted our behinds but also kept us right on the edge of peaking. Just as our masters stopped tanning our hides, the little bell rang incessantly. Everyone now gathered in the centre by the trestle over which various people had been caned earlier. This was the finale! Andy had said there was usually a special planned climax each month. A hooded young man of dusky complexion and even more defined muscles than Andy was brought into the centre. He was already stiff, and I noticed he sported a Prince Albert piercing. The hood was now removed and he faced us all. A doctor figure wearing a white coat went through the charade of a medical. It was that guy Justin who had greeted us earlier. He played with a stethoscope and doing the cup and cough test. A lubed and gloved finger also came into action, probing the desirable body. The doctor pronounced his patient fit for punishment. The lad was now bent over the trestle and secured with some padded cuffs. A man of stocky build with bare hairy chest and leather trousers stepped forward carrying an implement that seemed to be a series of light canes fastened into a handle. I had never seen one like this. I would not have called it a birch but it was going to mean that every strike had multiple impacts.
The room was momentarily quiet as the punisher got into position to the left of the young man. Reaching out he lightly tapped the implement on the unmarked flesh. The lad looked so vulnerable tied down, legs spread and a tasty pair of testicles on view. The punisher stood back and with a swish the first blow made contact. The victim gave a sharp gasp as the pain registered. We saw the rods splay on impact, leaving behind a whole series of parallel red lines. Someone called, “One!” Another stroke fell seemingly overlapping the first. This produced an unrestrained shout and the voice called, “Two!” Everyone in the room was focused on the action. The third blow was lower still. The whole bottom was red now. The next strike was much lower but aimed upward as if to lift the under flesh it caught. It was accompanied by a howl from the victim as the count of four was called. The next stroke was lower still but not angled, and punished the top of the thighs. The victim screamed. Andy whispered to me that a thigh stroke was usually a personal punishment, reserved for the very naughtiest! This was reinforced as the next one was almost in exactly the same point. A lusty scream accompanied it. The count was now at six. The next one whistled through the air. The man counting said, “Seven!” and then told two men to step forward. On direction, standing one to each side they rubbed their hands all over the reddened bottom, tracing the multiple ridges with their fingertips. They were told to get back and the punisher now approached from the right side and had transferred the birch canes to left hand. A broad, powerful sweep followed, landing centrally. The blow was rewarded with another howl. “Eight!” The ninth was another undercut stroke, met with a long howl. The tenth was back to the upper thighs. The lad screamed, and writhed, almost making the trestle jump about. The same two men were called forward and spread the buttocks apart so that the unmarked flesh in the cleft was visible. The lad realised what was happening and started pleading. The punisher paid no heed and aimed a vertical stroke hard into the cleft! The victim started to sob. Another stroke and it was back in standard fashion, quite central, with no cry at all this time. The count of twelve was given and the punisher dropped the tied canes at the man’s feet and walked off. The evening’s entertainment was drawing to a close. The young man was unfastened and helped to stand. Some guys clustered around him, but I headed to collect my clothes. Andy asked if I was likely to stay for dinner and I told him I was in fact staying at the hotel and invited him to come and shower with me! I resolved to time my future trips to coincide with 5M club meetings!
On re-entering the restaurant, Eric was still on table service. He commented that I had timed it well to be with those who attended the meeting! He was probably fully aware I had indulged myself with a furtive visit to the club, but he was being mischievous. Andy addressed him as Martin and asked why he was not around earlier. The reason was a pair of young waiters had both dropped out of shift leaving him desperate for cover and with no time to arrange agency replacement. It turned out that Eric was the Catering Manager, but due to the staff shortages was having to wait tables that evening. Andy offered to take notes when Eric tackled the absent waiters over their attendance. Both men smiled, which revealed volumes.
All in all, this had been a very successful trip. Thanks to the club many of my fellow diners had seen this sales representative in the flesh. I resolved to time my future trips to coincide with 5M club meetings!
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXVI by Sukemnsee, used here by very kind permission
Photos © MMXIII by Jonathan, R.I.P.
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