Pommel Horse Pummel

Pommel Horse Pummel

I didn't get a BDSM scene very often. There were other security personnel that understood or appreciated the mechanics of it better than me. But the scene I was given today was between two experienced members; their lists of preferences and limits read like a legal document. As it should, I conceded. It was a complex agreement, where far more complicated needs were met than just the physical.

But this scene was just a play scene: no whips, no clamps, no spanking, no pissing, no paddling, no torture. There were no punishments to be given, though many would probably disagree. The man bound and tied in this scene was about to get punished, in the very best of ways.

The room was designed for BDSM play, though all equipment had been put away except for one piece. In the center of the room was what was known as a pommel horse. Similar to the type gymnasts use, only modified to suit sexual positions.

It was basically a rectangular pyramid of solid oak with a cushioned top. Though no doubt expensive, it resembled a piece you might see in a medieval torture chamber. It had wooden sides with leather hand and foot shackles at varying heights, dependent on the size of the man strapped to it and how he was positioned. There was a hole the size of a grapefruit at the end, just underneath the cushioned top, and a Fleshjack was fitted flush inside. There were other bolts and clasps installed at varying heights all over the base for different activities, but according to my job sheet, only the Fleshjack would be used.

This man, who tonight was known as Sub, stood at the end with his hands behind his back and his head bowed. He was naked and had a butt plug firmly in place. And he waited. Soon the other door opened and the man known as Sir walked in. No older than thirty-five, he wore nothing but faded jeans slung low on his hips, his well-defined torso was bare, as were his feet. He paused, appreciating the man before him.

Even though Sub's head was still bowed, I could see him smile, though he remained still.

"I see you're ready for me," Sir said, his voice low. It was a commanding tone that Sub reacted to immediately.

"Yes, Sir."

Sir ran his fingers lightly across the padding on the pommel horse. "Is this your favorite?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you want me to strap you to it?"

Sub's voice was a little breathier. "Yes, Sir."

"And you want me to reward you with my cock?"

Sub licked his lips. "Yes, Sir."

"Repeat your safeword."

"Red."

"You will use it if at any time you are not comfortable, yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, Sub."

Sub smiled at the praise.

"Hmm," Sir hummed, taking Sub's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You like to please."

"Yes, Sir. It is my duty to please you."

Letting go of Sub's chin, Sir walked around him, slowly, inspecting nearly every inch his body. "I can see you're getting hard."

"You excite me, Sir."

"And I haven't even touched you yet," Sir mused, and Sub smiled at the floor. "You're a good sub, aren't you?"

Sub nodded. "Your pleasure is my pleasure."

Sir smiled at that. "And you're ready to give me pleasure?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Get into position,"

Sub moved to the end of the pommel horse, his feet spread wide. He was fully hard now, his hands still behind his back.

Sir took the lube and poured a trail up Sub's length, then smeared the entrance of the Fleshjack. "Slide your cock inside the toy," he demanded.

Without using his hands, Sub positioned the head of his cock at the soft Fleshjack hole and with no more than a roll of his hips, he slid inside it. He bit back a moan, and Sir, who was standing beside him watching the penetration, hummed. "Does that feel good?"

He groaned louder. "Yes, Sir."

"Bend over the pommel," Sir instructed.

Sub slowly leaned over the cushioned top, his cock still inside the sex toy. I had the perfect view of his cock disappearing into the Fleshjack, his balls drawn up tight, and the black butt plug that breached his hole. Sub brought his arms down. He was breathing heavier now. I could just imagine the self-control it took to stay still and not to start fucking the Fleshjack.

Then, with confidence and grace, Sir kneeled on the left side first. Bending Sub's leg, he lifted his foot and maneuvered his leg to the leather bindings. He strapped the foot in first, then another clasp over the knee. Then he fastened his hand, slightly forward, so Sub's overall position wasn't too different from that of a motorcycle racer.

Only his ass was exposed and ready for a fucking.

Then Sir quietly and deftly fastened the right side. Sub was firmly fixed to the pommel horse, buckled in and completely unable to move. Sir stood, admiring the artwork that was his sub on offer before him. "How does that feel, Sub?"

"Very good, Sir," Sub said breathily.

Sir rubbed his hand in reassuring circles over Sub's back. "You look perfect."

Sub rolled his hips just a fraction, all that his bindings would allow, and moaned his response. "Thank you, Sir."

"You want your reward now, don't you?"

"If you'll give it to me, Sir."

Sir walked to the end of the pommel and stood behind Sub's ass. He rubbed his hands slowly over his ass cheeks, tugging on the butt plug every other pass, rubbing over Sub's balls and the stalk of his cock where it entered the Fleshjack. Sub moaned loudly.

"I'm going to take this out now," he said, wiggling the butt plug. He slowly pulled it out, eliciting a high pitch sound from Sub. Sir dropped the butt plug and picked up the lube instead. "Mmm, look at you. All ready for me. You want your reward?"

"Yes, please."

Sir stilled, then his hands fell away. "Yes, please what?"

"Sir. Yes, please, Sir," Sub amended quickly.

"Mmm, that's better," Sir said, relaxing again. He poured a liberal amount of lube over Sub's crack, letting it run into his stretched and ready hole. Sir stripped out of his jeans and slicked his bare cock with lube, then stood behind Sub. I double checked the scene specs. It was definitely bareback: no condom required, internal come.

My favorite.

Sir tapped his cock against the hole. "Is this your reward?"

"Yes, Sir," Sub whimpered. "Please, Sir."

Sir pushed into him, his thick cock sinking deep in one long thrust. Sub cried out, not in pain but in pleasure. "Oh, fuck!"

Completely at the mercy of the man behind him, Sub was lost in the sensation of having his cock buried in a sex toy, while a cock was buried in him. It was a dual pleasure—one I knew well—of topping and bottoming at the same time.

There wasn't a feeling quite like it.

I could only imagine what it felt like being bound, tied down, as well. Every sense of touch was concentrated where it mattered most. Sub's body was restrained for maximum pleasure, and Sir gave it to him. Sir's cock slid in and out faster now, forcing Sub to fuck the Fleshjack with every thrust, and it wasn't long before Sub cried out as he came.

Sir stilled inside him, buried to the hilt, while Sub rode out his orgasm.

"That's it," Sir groaned. "I can feel your ass sucking my cock when you come."

Then he continued to fuck him. He never let him come down, he only took him higher. Sub cried out, his cock still sliding in and out of the Fleshjack as his ass was pounded.

Sir fucked him harder. "You like to come with a cock in your ass, don't you sub. Like a good little slut." He let his head fall back and he widened his stance, which changed the angle of how he fucked his sub. Sub was moaning non-stop now, each thrust seemed to elicit a new sound from him. Sir gripped Sub's hips for leverage and just kept fucking him.

"You want to come again, don't you Sub?" Sir panted.

"Yes, Sir. I can't help it. You feel so good," Sub's voice was jerked in time with Sir's thrusts.

"Well, I'm gonna bury a load deep inside you. Is that your reward?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, give it to me, Sir."

"You're not ready yet," Sir said. "You'll come again before I give it to you, you hear?"

"Oh God, yes. Sir."

Sir leaned over Sub then, so his chest was almost pressed against Sub's back, changing the angle his cock was buried inside him again. It was a different moan now, deep and rolling, like thunder. Sir gripped a different set of leather hand-holds on the pommel horse, making his shoulder and bicep muscles bulge and flex as he fucked him.

Sub gasped and let out a grated scream, and he came for the second time. This time Sir stopped; though he still had his cock in Sub's ass, he let him ride this one out. Sir let go of the leather hand-holds and stood to full height. He rubbed circles on Sub's back, and it was easy to tell that Sub was spent. Even though he was restrained, he was pliable now, his muscles completely relaxed. His softening cock slipped out of the Fleshjack, and a pearlescent string of cum dripped from the head.

"Now you're ready," Sir said. "Now you're ready for my seed, aren't you, Sub? When you give your body so completely, that's when you get your reward."

Sub could only moan.

Sir gripped his hips and fucked him, faster and without rhythm. He let his head fall back again. "Oh, you're a good slut," he said. "You're so warm and tight. My cock was made for your ass. You like your ass full of my cock, don't you sub?"

"Yes, Sir," Sub moaned. "Feels so good."

"You want your ass full of cum?"

"Yes. Please."

Sir thrust in sharply and cried out, his whole body flexing as he came. Sub moaned gratefully as Sir emptied his cock inside him.

It took a moment for him to come down from his orgasm high, but eventually, reluctantly, pulled out of Sub. Sub's ass gaped open a little before a trail of cum dripped out of him. Sir rubbed a hand on Sub's back, slow methodic circles, before he undid the clasps that tethered Sub to the pommel horse.

Then he maneuvered Sub's legs so his toes could touch the floor. He massaged the muscles in his legs. "Stand up for me, please?" It was still an authoritarian voice, but softer.

Sub put his feet flat on the floor and slowly righted himself. Sir put his arm around him and led him to the bed. "Lie down."

Sub did as he was told, then Sir proceeded to rub down the muscles in his shoulders, neck, and legs. Despite there not being a word spoken, and not a stitch of clothes between them, it seemed the most intimate part of the whole scene.

"How are you feeling?" Sir asked when he was done.

"Really good," Sub answered sleepily. I didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling.

"Very well," Sir replied. "And just so you know, young sub, if you're a good boy this week, you'll get another reward."

Sir left without another word, and when Sub started to snore softly, I made sure the room was secure and let him sleep.