More Than Mates by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex

More Than Mates
by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex

Tom the Dom was a hideous thing to look at with no figure, only mounds of fat. His main gift was inside his head, a twisted cunningly educated mind. Skilled in explicit sexual perversion and action. Nobody came close to Tom the Dom in the skills department and no sexual activity was out of bounds. This fact glowed in his sick heart while his fat hand connected with Tim’s bare red behind. In a roar of animal pleasure Tim spunked up covering Tom the Dom’s face in semen. He was rewarded with the hardest slap yet and a bite on his balls that drew blood. Tears of happiness and pain flowed down Tim’s cheeks. After Tim, two other slaves were booked in for their own little torture session, a compromise of Tom the Dom’s and their own desires.

A glance around the walls of the underground dungeon would reveal whips, chains, wizard outfits, old Rainbow Rising records twisted and warped, with darts stuck in them, large stones that were heated up so a slave could sit on them and blister his arse, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, leather underpants with the spike on the inside for people who were into that kind of thing, gimp masks of a dozen designs, rope to tie slaves up and much more. For the artistically minded, a set of paints, brushes and an easel was used to paint nice images onto a person’s body, especially their private parts. For the workman, a set of nice antique tools could nail their bollocks to a board. This was an act Tom the Dom had done several times. The site of a slave/gay lover walking down Renford High Street with his bollocks nailed to a board was amusing to say the least. He often made his own tools or sexual toys like the Gothic High Chair where a slave sat to be tortured and have his bollocks tattooed with black ink with a tattoo gun (no real pattern, just for the hell of it).