From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: Story:  "MANSPACE, MY FIRST VISIT" (M/M; watersports; bondage)
Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 01:54:46 GMT
Organization: ASSGM
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com

                          MANSPACE: MY FIRST VISIT
by MANFUN
 
CIRCA 1974
 
It had been one of those days at work so I stopped for some drinks
after work.  I had been in LA for a few months and as still home
sick for DC where I had friends and knew where to go and have fun.
I had been to a few bars and meet a few people but...
I had hear about "MANSPACE" and as a semi-virginal vanilla preppie
I was curious about it and what really when on there.  Of course,
I had a "no-no" list a mile long and knew I would never do any of
those "things" - but still I was curious.
 
My happy hour extended until about nine PM (liquid courage) when
I left the bar and proceeded to "MANSPACE" - there was a little bar
next to the steps going up to it so I decided to have just one
more.
 
After the extra courage I climbed the stairs and pushed the buzzer
and was let in the first door, there was a cute, young guy behind
the grill with nothing on but some shorts, I would have done him
right there and then if I could have gotten to him.  I told him
that I wanted to join.  Much to my surprise he told me I couldn't
this evening because it was their anniversary party and it was for
members only.  I was kind of glad because my courage had started
to wane as I had climbed the steps.  Just as I was about to leave
a voice behind the kid said "Let him in."  I never did find out who
that was or why.
 
As I walked through the second door I was greeted by a room full of
MEN and a buffet table with enough food on it to feed the NFL.
 
As I looked around all I saw were good looking hunks - where all
these men came from I couldn't comprehend, in my few months in LA
I hadn't seen this many hunks much less all in one place.  The
dress that evening was varied, there were suits, T-shirts and
jeans, shorts, towels and jock straps.
 
After grabbing a beer from one of the trash cans full of it I
started to explore.  The first thing I found were the glory hole
rooms, the rimming booths and the cubby holes where guys could
climb into for what ever.  Next was the TV room with it continuous
promo, then it was some of the private room which were all open for
this evening.  I was kind of interested in one of the rooms which
had a sling in it.  I had hear about a sling but never had seen one
much less used one.  I continued to explore when I found the public
slings, with that I needed more beer.
 
I when back to the main room were the beer and food was that is
when I first saw Chas, he was wearing a three piece suit, a
preppie's dream.  I was looking at him across the room with my
tongue half way to the floor.  I guess he noticed it, he came over
took a long look at me and said "You are mine for tonight!"  I just
stood there not knowing what to say, or do or, or, or, or.  I
finally found my voice and ask his name, and other stupid things.
He responded with a detached attitude.  This fascinated me I had
never been so turned on and off at the same time.  Chas stood about
6"4", about 170 lbs. with a chest that left me weak.  After about
a half and hour of this foolish chat he told me that he would be
back in about an half an hour and that I was to wait right where
I was.  I was taken back some what but being so turned on and
fascinated that I just did as I was told.
 
About and half an hour later, this guy in full leather walks up to
me and put a collar around my neck, I started to protest when I
realized it was Chas and the look he gave me I knew that I had
better keep my mouth shut or else.  His next instruction  was to
strip, we where still in the main room and as a semi-virginal
vanilla preppie that was the last thing in my mind.  The room was
still full of guys and there were more coming in the door.  My
reluctance was meet with a back hand.  When I recovered I started
to peel, right there and then, just dropping my clothes to the
floor and not knowing whether they would be there or not.
 
He put a leash on my collar and told me that he want me to meet a
few of his friends, by this time I was totally confused my mind was
telling me to get the hell out of there, but my body and desire was
telling me to stay, I was were I belonged.  Chas next took me into
one of the private room and closed the door.  He said that I had
been good so far and desired a treat, the beer I had been drinking
all night had me pretty high as it was and I could think of
anything else that would be better then that.  Chas took out a
small vile of white power, it seems that he worked for a drug
company as a representative.  I knew by that time that to say
anything would only get me punished.  He put some on a small spoon
and told me to sniff, he repeated it a few time, and I was off to
the moon.
 
We left the room and proceeded to meet a few of his friends, who
examined every part of my body at will.
 
Chas had had enough of showing me off and lead me up stairs which
I had not explored earlier.  We walked into a room with a bath tub
against one wall.  Chas told me to get into the tub, my hesitation
resulted in a hard slap to my ass which hurt like hell.  He must
have been working out to hit that hard.  My ass stung like hell,
the last person that had hit it had been my mother and that was 20
years earlier.   I got into the tub not really knowing what was
going to happen, it did take long to find out, he let go with a
yellow stream of piss that covered my body from head to toe.  I
just laid there and took it, a few others had come into the room
as Chas was pissing on me but just stood and watched.  One of them
spoke to Chas as he was finishing I did hear what he said but the
next thing I knew was he was pissing on me also.  Chas just stood
there with my leash in his hand.  After about a half hour of being
pissed on and even drinking a guys piss, Chas unhooked my leash and
told me to go find a private room that was empty and to wait for
him.

 
I found a empty private room and sat there waiting.  It seemed like
hours before he returned.  He entered the room carry a duffel bag,
the kind you use in the army.  He started to unpack it.  With each
item he took out my eyes got bigger and bigger.  I had never seen
so many different "toys" in my life.  A dildo yes, but not the
paddles, whips and restraints.
 
Chas bound my wrists over my head attacking them to a hook that was
in the wall near the ceiling.  My 6'2" frame was pulled to the
point I almost couldn't touch the floor except to stand on my toes.
He picked up one of the paddles with holes in it like the ones
college frat's use and told me I was going to get ten smacks with
it and was to count each one out loud.  By the fourth one my ass
was on fire but my cock had never been so hard, my mind by this
time was so confused, my "no-no" list was on the way out the
window.  I had never been so excited or had I ever enjoyed myself
so much.  He used some of the other "toys" on me,  my as was as red
as a coke can when he finished.   He told me it was break time and
untied me, I fell to the floor in a heap, bearably able to move, but
happy.  He told me I could go get a beer if I wanted one, I started
to ask about my cloths when I just knew that that was the wrong
thing to do, if I had my ass wouldn't be just red but black and
blue.
 
I left the room and went down stairs to get a beer, collar and red
ass.  The knowing looks I got made me all the red.  But I didn't
care, I was with a MAN, being used by a MAN for MANFUN.
 
I lot more happened that evening, my "no-no" list was somehow
something that belonged to a different person.
 
I went to "MANSPACE" many times after that until times started
coming out in the paper and playing around started to be
questioned.
 
BUT I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME..................

(c) MANFUN 
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Jerry Gaither            e-mail: manfun@hotmail.com