Oz Beach Boy in Prisoner Role Play

NOTES: This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, sex addicted 26-year-old male exhibitionist) further exploring his submissive side with a 52-year-old female dominatrix. This is a consensual BDSM story featuring CFNM, military-prisoner-themed role-play, humiliation, verbal ridicule, constraint, mild electrical torture, whipping, ball-busting, spanking, and butt-play. It is decidedly "rougher" than my other stories. This is a work of complete fiction. All characters are over eighteen. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "BDSM".

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It was a balmy summer's night in Sydney, Australia. Sexy 52-year-old dominatrix Allegra Von Brockhaus fixed me with a cool stare and a superior, wonderfully knowing smile. She had plans for me...very naughty, very kinky, and very imaginative plans.

"Does that sound like fun?" Allegra asked me quietly in her deep, sexily husky voice. "Do you want to do it?"

"Yeah...I think I do," I replied quietly. "It sounds like fun...disturbing, but fun."

Though Allegra Von Brockhaus had been taking me into intense new sexual territory, I'm hardly an innocent babe in the woods. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm a raging sex addict. I'm a 26-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body into intensely ripped and muscular shape, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it.

I am constantly and rampagingly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of very, very kinky hook-ups in my time. I enjoy being verbally ridiculed and objectified by women, and Allegra had been tapping right into that.

The beautiful older woman had made a habit of making me surrender my clothes whenever we met at her waterfront apartment, so I had sat completely nude in her luxurious living room while reading through the older beauty's neatly typed description of her latest piece of intended BDSM role-play.

In this wonderfully wild scenario, I was to be Captain Matteo Lukovic, a hero of the resistance forces in a fictional, fascist-controlled European nation called Graveria. Allegra, meanwhile, was to be Chief Commandant Allegra Von Brockhaus, the head of both Graveria's notorious National Internal Security Unit and also of its equally notorious National Information Unit, which handled all of the government's propaganda.

As laid out in Allegra's fascinating role-play story outline, Matteo and a small unit of his brave fellow resistance fighters have been captured while carrying out a daring raid on one of Graveria's remote military outposts.

With the male and female members of Matteo's team held in captivity elsewhere, the famed resistance leader has been placed into the terrifying custody of the legendary Chief Commandant Allegra Von Brockhaus.

Feared for her inventive brutality and psychological cruelty, it is The Chief Commandant's intention to both torture Matteo for information on the whereabouts of the resistance army's central base, and also to publicly broadcast his debasement as a vicious means to break the morale of the resistance, and thus slowly destabilise and weaken its forces.

As determined by the imaginative Allegra, the role-play would end with me as Matteo stripped naked, totally humiliated, demeaned, powerless, and debased, climaxing with the broken hero decrying the resistance and shifting his allegiance to The Chief Commandant and her brutal fascist leader, President Viktor Bartosz.

"Wow, you've got quite the imagination, Allegra," I said with an impressed sigh. "That's an elaborate set-up indeed."

"I love role-play and scene creation," Allegra said, smiling. "Sure, I could just strip you, chain you up, whip you, kick you in the balls, sodomise you, and do whatever, but this makes it so much more interesting, don't you think? I love the use of costumes. I love raising the narrative stakes. It heightens the tension, and I just love getting dressed up! It really gets me off, you know?"

"Yeah, I kind of like it too," I said with a smile. "I'd never really done it before meeting you, Allegra. That last role-play was fucking amazing."

Though we'd enjoyed a couple of "straight" fucks in the interim (which all, of course, still involved me being stripped and bossed around in the bedroom), Allegra and I had engaged in some extremely hot gender-swap role-play prior to that.

This sexy session involved me dressing as a woman, and Allegra fucking me in the arse with a strap-on while she was dressed as a man. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy...Oz Beach Girl?"] The whole experience totally blew my mind.

52-year-old Allegra Von Brockhaus was a friend of Dominique St. Clair, a beautiful fifty-year-old divorcee I was enjoying occasional casual sex with. When Dominique cheekily asked me if I'd like to be passed around amongst her friends, I hesitantly but enthusiastically agreed. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Meets Schoolgirl's Mum"]

I'd already had fantastic sex with three of Dominique's other lovely fifty-something friends before meeting with the commanding Allegra, who was undeniably the most beautiful and striking woman of the group. It was turning out to be a very sensual and enjoyable arrangement indeed.

On our first date, Allegra Von Brockhaus revealed to me that she was, in fact, a veteran dominatrix who loved putting men in their place. Allegra had even ingeniously converted her apartment's downstairs storage room into an ersatz torture chamber.

Engaging with my constantly percolating submissive side, I bowed to my new friend and enjoyed a night of highly arousing but admittedly confusing domination under the stiletto heel of Allegra's PVC boot. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy And The Dominatrix"] We'd subsequently enjoyed each other's company a few times since that first date.

"This new role-play sounds pretty intense, Allegra," I said with mild concern. "You know I still don't want to be brutalised too much?"

Though I certainly have submissive qualities, I don't like to be badly hurt, and Allegra had taken this into account during our previous sessions. The beautiful older woman had certainly debased me, pegged me, and humiliated me, but I had always emerged relatively unscathed...if not a little sore, particularly around the balls and butt-hole.

"Yes, Matt, I'll pull my punches again," Allegra said with a reassuring smile. "I will be using some electrical implements this time, but I won't set them too high. You'll be okay, I promise. I won't injure you. I'll stay within the limits. You have my word. This is all about consent. Is your safe word still Darby?"

"Yes, it is," I replied, once again using the name of Darby Hamilton, my best friend and one-time foster sister, as a verbal handbrake to immediately stop Allegra if things got too much for me, either emotionally or physically. "My safe word is still Darby...it's always Darby."

"Okay, excellent...now, Matt, I'm going down to the chamber to change," Allegra explained. "Your outfit is in my bedroom. Please get dressed in there, wait fifteen minutes, come downstairs, and then knock on the chamber door. As soon as I open the door, the role-play begins. From that moment on, you are prisoner-of-war Captain Matteo Lukovic, and I am The Chief Commandant. Sound good?"

"That sounds great," I replied. "It sounds hot. I can't wait to see you in your outfit. I love a woman in uniform."

Allegra laughed and then moved in close to me. The beautiful older woman embraced me tightly, and then gave me a warm, passionate kiss on the lips, which I returned enthusiastically. The fact that I was naked made the exchange even sexier. Allegra smelled and tasted amazing. She was a truly fascinating woman, and I felt my enormous cock starting to slowly stiffen.

Standing tall at about 5"9, Allegra Von Brockhaus was strikingly beautiful. She had lustrous auburn hair, smooth, pale skin, and large breasts, but it was her eyes that made her truly stand out. Large and round, they were a stunning, pale, blue-grey colour, almost like ice, and they were hypnotic in their sense of mystery and quiet power.

With those incredible eyes sparkling, Allegra opened the front door of her apartment, and walked outside. The beautiful dominatrix gave me a sly wink and headed down to her storage room turned torture chamber, where our twisted, dark-hued evening of fun would begin.

Completely nude, I quietly walked into Allegra's bedroom, my huge cock and pendulous nut-sack swinging as I moved. Running my right hand over my heavily muscled bare chest, I looked down at Allegra's large bed, where my outfit was carefully laid out. I smiled at the dominatrix's commitment to this fantastical role-play scenario.

On the bed was a white t-shirt, a pair of white boxer shorts, and what looked like a green military flight suit. The one-piece coverall-like outfit was adorned with military badges, and had a zipper running from the waist right up to the neck. On the floor in front of the suit was a pair of black combat boots.

Sitting next to the underwear and flight suit on the bed was a pair of handcuffs, which were accompanied by a white, type-written sheet of paper. "Put these on just before you enter the chamber," read the message. "I have the key."

Standing nude in front of my new outfit, I was becoming increasingly aroused. I considered jerking off, but decided against it. I pulled on my underwear, and then stepped into the flight suit, which surprisingly fit my muscular 6"2 frame perfectly.

I sat on the bed to put on my black combat boots, stood up, and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror of Allegra's built-in wardrobe. I was now Captain Matteo Lukovic, hero of the resistance forces...and I looked pretty dashing, I must say.

I pushed my longish, sandy brown hair back off my face with my hands, and cut a series of heroic poses in the mirror to pass the time. I also tried to get into character, imagining Captain Matteo Lukovic piloting bombing raids over Graveria and engaging in bloody hand-to-hand combat with the fascist forces of President Viktor Bartosz.

I had to admit to myself that I kind of liked the idea of being a famous, heroic military leader and resistance fighter, which only served to highlight what an arrogant narcissist I truly am.

After about fifteen minutes, I grabbed the handcuffs off the bed, left the apartment, and took the elevator down to where the building's storage spaces were located. I then walked down a long, quiet corridor lined with simple, white-painted doors, each lettered with its corresponding apartment number.

I stopped at the door marked 66V, and after a moment of hesitation, I clicked on the handcuffs, instantly imprisoning myself and relinquishing my power to Allegra Von Brockhaus. I was now on the bottom and at her mercy. I took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door of the storage room.

"Bring in the prisoner," Allegra said in a bizarre European accent of her own creation, seemingly a harsh, curious mix of Russian and German. "Guards, remain outside. Send the prisoner in alone. I am armed, but if I require assistance, I will call for you. Send Captain Matteo Lukovic in!"

I pushed the door open and entered Allegra Von Brockhaus's storage room turned torture chamber. I was overcome with excitement as sweet, dirty memories of my last sordid experience in this small, highly erotic room came flooding back to me.

Illuminated by lurid red ceiling lights, the walls of the storage space were covered from floor to ceiling with black, vinyl, buttoned cushioning, obviously as much for sound control as decoration. The floor was covered with black-and-white checked linoleum, creating a feeling of dark, harsh eroticism. The ceiling was painted a deep, high-gloss red.

In the centre of the room was a huge, upright, thick metal slab drilled into the floor with heavy bolts. It looked almost like an up-ended surgical table, but with manacles and chains attached to each of its corners. The slab gleamed threateningly in the dim half-light, and I recalled the feeling of its cold metal on my naked back.

Next to the large metal slab was what looked almost like a gymnastics pommel horse, but with a set of manacles and chains bolted into the floor on either side. I shivered with pleasure when I recalled being pegged by Allegra while humiliatingly bent over the pommel horse the last time we'd been together in this room.

To the side of the pommel horse was a large, heavy wooden chair with ornate decoration carved into its high back and arm rests. It was grand and striking, with a heavily padded seat, and looked almost like a throne.

In the corner of the room were two black, plastic buckets, both of which appeared to be filled with liquid of some kind. These were a new addition to the room, and were not there on my last visit. I was instantly intrigued.

Interestingly, and obviously to fit in with Allegra's new military-style role-play theme, the wall-hung pictures I'd noticed last time -- fetishistic black-and-white photographs of naked men restrained with chains -- had been replaced with bold, repeated photo portraits of a heavy-browed, moustachioed man, obviously chosen by Allegra to represent Graveria's President Viktor Bartosz.

There were also three vintage, outdated video cameras on tripods positioned throughout the room. In her description of our role-play scenario, Allegra had assured me that these cameras were solely part of the fantasy set-up, and didn't even work. The dominatrix promised me that she wouldn't be recording our session, and I trusted her.

Against the black padded walls were a series of metal shelves adorned with a variety of devices. There were large black feathers, red leather-and-plastic ball-gags, blindfolds, riding crops, thick leather whips, studded belts, paddles, a collection of black dildos of varying sizes, and a collection of small electrical boxes with electrodes.

And standing tall in the middle of it all was Allegra Von Brockhaus, who had ingeniously reinvented herself as a fascist military careerist. The striking 52-year-old's auburn hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and atop her head was a fitted black beret adorned with a military-style patch of an eagle.

The height of military chic, Allegra was dressed in a tight, black skirt and a black military jacket emblazoned with arm patches, medals, and various army insignia. Underneath the heavy jacket was a crisp white shirt and black tie, all teamed with black stockings and a pair of black high heel shoes.

Allegra looked wonderfully striking and imperious, and the scowl on her face said she was ready to play the part...and so did the -- obviously replica -- revolver in her right hand. Allegra slowly raised the handgun and aimed it right at my chest.

The fearsome Chief Commandant Allegra Von Brockhaus was now well and truly here, and she fixed me with a cruel, emotionally lacerating sneer. The older woman casually threw a key on the floor in front of me.

"Unlock the handcuffs," Allegra said in her strange European accent. "Drop them on the ground, stand against the metal slab, and then lock your left wrist into its corresponding manacle with your right hand. Then place your left ankle and your right ankle into their corresponding manacles. Once you are done, remain still. Do not resist...if you resist, I will shoot you. Then, when you are dead, all of your captured comrades will be killed too...slowly. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied quietly, doing the best impersonation of a taciturn war hero I possibly could. "I understand..."

"Yes...Chief Commandant!" Allegra shrieked in response, and then back-handed me across the cheek.

"Yes...Chief Commandant," I said, physically rattled and a little shocked by the stinging slap that Allegra had so expertly delivered.

With the gun now pointed again at my chest, I walked backward to the metal slab with my hands raised, and then did as Allegra commanded. With my right hand, I reached over and locked my left wrist into the manacle chained to the top of the slab.

I then spread my legs and placed my ankles into the open manacles chained to the bottom of the metal slab. Once I was done, Allegra quickly locked my ankles into the manacles. With a villainous smile, she pulled my right arm up above my head, and then snapped that into its corresponding manacle too. I was imprisoned.

"The great Captain Matteo Lukovic...you are now my captive," Allegra said with a smile. "You have been a thorn in our side for way, way too long, killing our soldiers and bombing our bases...and I'd now like to do something I've been dreaming of since I first heard your name."

Quickly and cannily shifting her gun to her left hand, Allegra then suddenly and swiftly bent down, and punched me right in the crotch, driving her steely right fist directly into my easily accessible balls.

Obviously fully aware of what she was doing, Allegra pulled her punch in such a way that it hurt me without completely crippling me. I gasped hard, shocked by both the mild pain and the speedy manner in which Allegra had so mercilessly hit me in the nuts.

"Oh, fuck," I sputtered.

As I coughed in pain and sucked in deep breaths, Allegra slowly unbuttoned part of her military jacket, revealing a leather shoulder holster underneath. She slid the handgun into it, and then fixed me with a cold, intimidating stare, watching amused as I reeled from her surprise punch to my balls.

"So strong...so brave...such a fierce combatant...reduced to a blubbering mess by one single punch to the testicles," Allegra sneered. "I will take great delight in breaking you, Captain Matteo Lukovic."

"You fascist bitch," I said, growling. "Fuck you and fuck President Bartosz!"

Allegra jumped forward and then back-handed me across the face once again. With my right cheek stinging in pain, I strained instinctively against the chained manacles, but I was well and truly trapped...and well and truly helpless. Fear and excitement coursed through my tense body as I ruminated on what would happen next.

With a sexy but frightening smile, Allegra Von Brockhaus moved in closer to me, and I could smell both her enchanting perfume and the even more intoxicating scent of her body itself.

The older woman reached out with her hand, and then slowly unzipped my flight suit down to the waist. Allegra then roughly pulled the suit apart, revealing my white t-shirt underneath. I shivered in anticipation.

"Captain Matteo Lukovic of the resistance," Allegra said firmly, and then reached into the pocket of her black, fitted skirt. "You are in my custody now...and I have questions...questions that need to be answered...and I will get those answers out of you."

Allegra drew her hand out of her pocket, and then raised it up in front of my face. The dominatrix was holding what I instantly recognised as a black-handled switchblade. The threat and sense of menace were instant.

Allegra punched down on a small button, and the blade swung out from the side of the handle. The silver metal glistened in the half-light as Allegra held the blade directly in front of my face. A look of surprise obviously passed my face and Allegra smiled.

With her left hand, Allegra pulled my white t-shirt away from my chest, and with her right hand, she cut through the thin cotton of the garment with the switchblade. Allegra slid the blade downward, slicing my t-shirt open and partially exposing my bare chest underneath.