BarbarianSpy Extreme: BDSM, Rough gay sex, domination and control.
Sounding Five provides five stories by habu of what possibly is the most intimate and dominating sex act one man can perform on another, one that is so intimate and extreme that it is only rarely written about. Sounding is a BDSM fetish of domination, trust, and control. One slip of the wand and a man can be ruined. Few engage in the activity, but those who do know that it can provide them with ultimate arousal and satisfaction.
In the first work in this anthology, Searching for It, a young sailor from Vancouver, who is on the East Coast of the United States for the first time in his life, working on a private yacht, goes searching for relief in the gay district of New York near the docks area at the foot of Manhattan. He finds something he’s never experienced before, the tease of a sounding-like technique, in a gay club and winds up being kidnapped to be given the full sounding experience himself.
Career Guidance is the story of a young-looking Hollywood star who has rebelled against always playing young, boyish roles by engaging in a life of debauchery, including publicly gossiped-about encounters in a car with a transvestite. His agent, as a last-chance measure, uses the controlling mechanism of sounding to put the young actor in his place and attempt to save his career as well as fulfill the long-frustrated fantasies of the agent himself.
A high-paid male prostitute is given a “punishment” assignment by his pimp to provide unusual and taxing services to a kinky doctor in Prepped and Sounded. And Roswell’s Frontier Motel explores an alien variation of sounding in the supernatural world, for a highly unusual take on this fetish.
The concluding story, Do You Trust Me?, takes the reader to the picturesque Italian harbor town of Positano, where a young fisherman and café singer shows that he’s willing to do anything to leave Italy and break into movies—even a very specific kind of movie.
From Career Guidance
Danny’s eyes got really big and his body tensed and went rigid as he watched Wasserman open the wooden box on the table to reveal a series of size-graduated silver medical instruments—wands with slight bulbing at the tips—long, thin phalluses—arranged neatly in indentations in a blue-velvet foundation.
“What? What?” Danny’s voice was filled with question and fear.
“The instruments of discipline . . . of ultimate domination, Danny,” Wasserman said in a low, hoarse voice. “I want you to understand. I don’t want to ever have to do this again—not as long as you have a career. Consider this career guidance. The best lesson you will ever learn from me; your salvation in being able to prolong your career. Your utter understanding of who is in charge here.”
“No, please . . . don’t, . . . . I’ll be good. I’ll . . . Oh, noooo.”
“Hold still. Hold perfectly still. But not rigid. It will be much easier if you are relaxed. But very still. Very, very still.”
Danny was whimpering again and Wasserman couldn’t feel him breathing he was holding so still. Wasserman had taken one of the smaller wands out of the box and was holding it in front of Danny’s terrified eyes.
“Breathe,” Wasserman commanded. “Don’t hold your breath. You won’t be able to hold it as long as we’ll be working here. We will be at this for a while.”
“Noooooo,” Danny whimpered.
When Wasserman had come under Danny, he had lifted the young man’s arms over his head, so that Danny was stretched out against Wasserman’s chest, his tied wrists at the back of Wasserman’s neck.