CMNM Room Ch. 01

"CMNM if you know you know" said the card in the window. Followed by a phone number.

I couldn't sleep that night, as I kept thinking about ringing the number to see where it led.

After a dull day at work I sent a text message to the number. Within ten minutes I had a reply. Simple instruction "report to 20 George Street on Saturday at 7am. Dress for sport. You will be cleansed."

I got up at 6am on Saturday with morning wood stronger than in a long while. I chose a wide band jockstrap with a mesh pouch that had plenty space. The wide waistband snapped straight against the top of my arse.

I wore black running shorts, a compression top with vest underneath and my usual trainers and set off.

20 George street was a nondescript building with a high door. I pushed open and went in. There was a long tiled corridor with four doors off. The smell was not un pleasant but halfway between a gym and a hospital.

Behind room four I could hear the sound of rhythmic slapping of wood on flesh accompanied by moaning. My cock started pushing against the tight jock.

I entered room number one. In the middle of the room was a wide table like object with what looked like gutters around the side. A hosepipe hung down from the ceiling. Two men were in the room dressed in black. One, who was older, introduced himself as the master. He gestured towards the younger man and said "this is the apprentice".

The master then said I was not allowed to speak and I had to obey the instructions.

M to A "remove his top and use force if needed."

I wanted to comply so the apprentice pulled my top roughly over my head. I was now just wearing a muscle vest.

A: lift up your arms so we can inspect your pits.

I raised up both arms revealing my hairy pits and broad shoulders.

M to A: Sniff his pits.

A: They smell clean master!

I was enjoying being the object of inspection. My cock was telling me this.

M: remove your vest and get on all fours on the washing platform!

I mounted the washing platform in just my shorts and jock. The platform was made of wooden slats above some kind of sink. There were restraining loops in each corner.

A secured my hands and feet into the loops.

I found myself getting more aroused.

M to A: pull his shorts down firmly I want to inspect the arse.

A pulled my shorts firmly down and reported that I had a firm arse, was wearing a jock, and had a very furry arse crack.

A: Should I RIP the jock off?

M: No, his cock will soon force its way out of the pouch.

I let out a small moan at this point and loopnoticed my breathing was getting a bit heavier.

From my position on the bench I could see a small table with a leather paddle, a wooden cricket bat, a floor scrubbing brush and some soap. My mind was racing.

M to A: Carry out the cleansing process. Remember to use reasonable force and pay special attention to the hairiest areas.

The apprentice turned the hose on and aimed it straight at my arse. The water was ice cold.

He then turned attention to my balls, using the water jet to pound them.

A: Master his ball's are hairy, how should I clean them?

M: Use the brush!

The apprentice approached me from behind having loaded the scrubbing brush up with strong soap. Reaching forward he applied the brush firmly to my balls and pulled back.

This friction retracted my foreskin hard, plus all the movement caused my shaft to pop out of the mesh jock.

I was starting to pant now.

A: Master he is panting, I am worried he is going to cum!

M: use the paddle on the arse!

A: I will do 20!

Each time the paddle hit my arse I jerked against my restraints and grunted. But something strange was happening. My cock was still rock hard. The veins were popping out. I was getting desperate for relief.

M: slide the cricket bat against his bellend. Concentrate on the underside. Be firm with the foreskin!

The apprentice grasped my shaft firmly and pulled my foreskin back hard. Using the cricket bat on the underside of my cock he slid the bat forward and back several times.

Eventually the friction became too much and I came hard all over the bat.

It had been the session of my life and I couldn't wait to try room 2.