Chains and whips. - Sex Stories

Chains and whips.

My name is Matt, 19 years old and only recently started dating. I had met a couple online who I liked, if I could I'd stay with them in their house I would, which they said could be arranged. I could sl**p in their cellar if I wanted to, they'd told me. They'd given me a tour of their house before but they'd never shown me the cellar. So, on our next date I decided to ask about it. They gave each other a quick glance and a slight smirk, hardly noticeable. "I'm glad you asked about it," The oldest of the two said. He was 44, tall and was incredibly cute, we'll call him 'G' for short. "It's right through here." G led me into the livingroom, the other, 'E', followed close behind me, his eyes probably fixed on my butt. E was 42, the perfect hight for me to plant a kiss on his forehead and just like his partner very cute. The living room was a reasonable size, most of it was occupied by dark wooden furniture and memorabilia from their travels. Together they lifted off the coffee table from the rug, and rolled up the rug, revealing a trapdoor in the floor. My pulse quickened at the sight, my mind browsing through the thousands of options of what could be under that door. "Don't worry," E said, my face must have given away my worst-case-scenario thought. "You get to walk away whenever you want." I nodded, somewhat reassured. They were always so nice. G opened the trapdoor which filled the room with a musty smell. I tried to see what was down the hole in the floor but it was too ...

... dark, all I could see was the beginning of a ladder beckoning me to climb down and investigate. Once I was down the ladder, I still couldn't see much, but I figured there must be some light switch on the wall somewhere and started to walk around like a zombie, hands stretched out in front of me, feeling my way in the dark. I hit a pole, it must've slipped right between my arms. It was metal, and as I hit it made a rinkling sound. "Oh, be careful." G said as he came climbing down the ladder, he was grinning. "There are some obstacles down here." In no time he'd found the light switch, a simple cable hanging from the ceiling attached to a lightbulb. I could finally see what was down here... and what I'd walked into. I let out a laugh of disbelief. I'd walked into the supporting pole of a large swing. Well, not your average swingset at the local playground of course. It consisted of four metal poles that had been fastened in the ground and dangling in the middle, from four chains, was a leather seat. I looked around and saw an old bed with a metal rod headboard from which all sorts of restraints sprouted.From the walls hung weird contraptions like headcages and yokes. There was an arrangement of whips, shackles and other toys neatly lined on shelves, and honestly it was scaring me to death. I'd never expected these cute and friendly guys to be into this kind of thing, but somehow that made it sexy. "What do you think?" E asked as he too climbed down the ladder carrying a bottle of ...