Ray Lewis: Dungeon Master 2

This is a story and nothing about it is factual.  I don’t know the sexual orientation of Ray Lewis.  This is pure S/M.  If you don’t like that stuff, you might want to go to another story.  For those who like that sort of stuff, read on!

Baltimore Ravens All-Pro linebacker Ray Lewis walked the halls of The Masters Quarters.  He had just finished working over Cincinnati Bengals corner back Cory Dillon.  Now, Ray had another mission to complete.  He needed to properly thank Calvin James, the owner of the place, for tipping him off that Cory was there.  Calvin had always wanted Ray to fuck him, but, Ray felt like he’d be taking advantage of the brotha since Calvin was in a wheelchair.  Ray knew he had to get over that.  What better way to get over it than to fuck the hell out of the brotha!  Before searching for Calvin any further, Ray went into the costume locker.  He saw cop uniform that was just his size.  He quickly put it on.  He grabbed some handcuffs on the way out of the lockerroom.  “I’m definitely gonna need these.” He thought to himself.

Ray walked down the dark dungeon hallways.  He could hear screams of pleasure echoing off the walls of the building.  He decided to head back down to the front desk.  Just as he thought, Calvin was in his wheelchair at the front desk.  Another brotha was sitting there with him.  The brotha had seen Ray come up to the desk, but Calvin had not.  Ray put his finger to his lips, motioning for the brotha to be quiet.  When he got to the desk, Ray said, “Aiight, let’s go.”  “Go where?” Calvin asked.  Ray looked at Calvin for a second.  Then he sighed and said, “I hate it when niggas be askin’ too many damn questions.”  Before Calvin knew what was happening, Ray jumped over the desk.  He roughly grabbed one of Calvin’s hands and twisted it behind his back. “What the fuck you think you doin’?” Calvin asked.  “Hey, my brotha.  Can you help me out here?” Ray asked the brotha.  “What you want me to do?” The brotha asked.  “Reach into my pants pocket.” Ray said. “There are handcuffs I need for this man.”  “Aww, shitt!” The brotha said as he pulled out the handcuffs and handed them to Ray .  Calvin tried to struggle.  “Don’t bother struggling.” Ray said. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”  It was a bit of a struggle, but, Ray was able to handcuff Calvin.  Ray unlocked his breaks.  “Where are you taking him?” The brotha asked.  “The Master’s suite.” Ray said.  The brotha gasped.  The Master’s Suite was like nirvana for S/M enthusiasts.  It had all the S/M toys and equipment.  It was only for the richest folks.  A one hour session cost five grand.  Ray had never been there.  Not cause he couldn’t afford it.  Hardly!  Ray didn’t go in there cause he didn’t have a reason to go in.  Today, that changed.  Since this was the first time he and Calvin were gonna hook up, he decided that he wanted to let his full S/M personality come out.  The Master’s Suite was the perfect play ground.  “You can’t take me there.  You need a special key.” Calvin said with a smile.  Ray calmly walked over to a lock box on the desk.  It had a combination lock.  Ray slowly, methodically pushed some numbers.  Seconds later, the lid popped open. “What the fuck!”  “You mean this key?” Ray asked, holding up a key made of platinum.  “How the fuck did you do that?” Calvin asked incredulously.  Ray walked over to him, bent down, whispered to him, “You need to be careful when you drink.  You sure do talk a lot.”  He stood back up. “I’ll be taking Calvin for a while.”  “Okay.” The brotha said.  Ray wheeled Calvin down the hall.  They took the private elevator to the Master’s Suite. 

When the elevator opened, Ray gasped.  It was like a real dungeon, straight out of King Arthur and the knights of the round table.  The walls weren’t made of brick, like the other rooms were.  These walls were made of stone.  The pillars in the center of the room were stone.  At least, that’s the way they appeared.  The floors were made of black slate.  Ray was truly impressed with the place.  It gave him ideas for the dungeon he wanted to create at his own home in Maryland.

gYou got a real real nice place here.” Ray said.  He looked around for a bit.  Then he pushed Calvin’s wheelchair to some of the equipment.  Stuff was laying out on a long metallic table. Ray ran his hands over every piece of equipment that was on the table.  Meanwhile, Calvin was trying to get loose, which wasn’t easy. “Stop trying to get loose.”  Ray slapped Calvin up side his head.  “I ain’t gonna just let you have your way with me.” Calvin said defiantly.  “Good,” Ray said, with a sneer. “cause I like a good fight.”  He looked on the table.  Pretty soon his eyes rested on a pair of scissors.  He picked up the scissors and walked over to Calvin.  “What the fuck you gonna do with those?” Calvin asked.  “Let’s see if we can relieve you of some of your damn clothes.” Ray said.  He began cutting off Calvin’s clothes like a ER doctor.  He started with Calvin’s black wife beater.  He cut the beater off slowly.  Ray was getting hornier with each cut.  When the wife beater was finally cut away, Ray gasped.  Calvin was built!  He didn’t have a six pack, he had an eight pack!  Ray should have known Calvin was built just by looking at the size of Calvin’s arms.  Calvin had serious 23-inch guns.  When Ray saw Calvin’s pecs bounce involuntarily, he nearly nutted in his pants.  “Nice.” He said, out loud, licking his lips like LL Cool J. “Very nice.”  He wanted to reach over and pinch Calvin’s hard nipples, but he wasn’t finished undressing him, yet.  “Be patient.” He told himself. “We’ll get to that soon enough.”  He took the scissors and cut off Calvin’s pants.  Because of his disability, Calvin’s legs weren’t as built as his upper body was.  That didn’t seem to deter Ray in any way, shape, or form.  The last thing Ray did was to take off Calvin’s boots and socks.  Ray stood up and looked down at Calvin.  “What the fuck you lookin’ at?” Calvin said, in a nasty tone. SLAP!  “I ask the questions around here.” Ray growled.  Ray was shocked at himself.  He had never hit a disabled person before.  He looked at Calvin to see if he was alright.  “Did I just see a brief smile on his face?” He asked himself.  Sure enough, Calvin had smiled slightly. It finally dawn on Ray what was going on. “He wants to see if I’ll just let go and be myself.  Do the things I’d normally do with any walking sex partner.”  Calvin flashed him a knowing smile, as if he could read Ray’s mind. “Aiight, then.  It’s on!”

While Calvin was sitting in his chair, handcuffed and helpless, Ray decided he wanted to have himself some fun.  He started roughly pinching Calvin’s supple nipples.  “Mmm.” Calvin moaned softly.  “You like that, don’t you?” Ray asked.  Calvin said nothing.  Ray continued pinching Calvin’s nipples and feeling on his chest.  “Your gonna be my hoe for the day.”  Calvin was not hearing a word Ray was saying.  He was in his own little world.  Ray ran his hands up and down Calvin’s firm chest and stomach, gently hitting Calvin’s stomach as he went.  “Sshhiitt!” Calvin grunted.  Ray bent over and bit Calvin’s nipples.  First, the left one, then, the right.  “Ohhh, FFUUCCKK!” Calvin’s body started to shiver and shake a bit.  Precum dripped from his dick.  He wanted so desperately to stroke his dick, but he was tied up and at the mercy of Ray Lewis.  Just the thought of being at Ray’s mercy made Calvin cum a little more.  “I see your startin’ to cum.” Ray said with a wicked smile. “To bad your tied up.”  Calvin struggled to get free. “If you promise not to roll out, I’ll untie you.”  “I promise.” Calvin lied.

Ray went behind Calvin and undid the handcuffs.  Just then, Calvin jumped out of his chair and tried to scoot away.  “Where the fuck do you think your goin?” Ray asked. “Get the fuck back here.”  Calvin wasn’t listening. “It’s gonna be worse for you since you lied to me!”  Calvin wasn’t paying any attention to Ray.  Ray went after Calvin.  He slowly stalked his prey.  Since Calvin couldn’t crawl away fast enough, Ray was on him like a flash.  He grabbed Calvin by his ankles and dragged him over to the equipment table.  Ray picked up a paddle covered in black leather.  He dragged Calvin over to a chair and sat down on the chair.  Then he put Calvin over his knee.  “You bet not do what I think your gonna do.” Calvin warned.  Calvin’s warning fell on deaf ears.  Ray dropped the paddle.   Ray paused for a moment, looking at how firm Calvin’s ass was.  He was mesmerized by it’s firmness.  Then he got back down to business.  “I thought you wouldn’t…”  Before Calvin could finish his sentence….SMACK!  “OWWWWW!” Calvin cried out.  Ray had just smacked Calvin’s bare ass with his bare hand!  Ray’s hand print took up most of the surface of Calvin’s ass.  Calvin tried to put his hands in front of his ass to protect it.  “Move your hands!” Ray bellowed.  “No way!” Calvin said.  That shit hurt and he wasn’t about to make this spanking easy for Ray, no matter how much he wanted Ray to be rough with him. “Your gonna have to work to give me this whoopin’!”  “He is feisty.” Ray thought. “I gotta give him that.”  Ray got the handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffed Calvin’s hands behind his back.  Now, Ray could commence with the whoopin’!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  “OOOWWWW!” Calvin howled, his body squirming around as if he was on fire.  In truth, he kinda was.  At least, his ass was on fire.  “You like this whoopin’, man?” Ray asked.  “Awww, SSHHIITT!” Was all Calvin could say.  Ray was really workin’ his ass over. At some points, Ray wondered if he was hurting Calvin.  That’s the last thing he wanted to do.

Calvin was having himself a ball.  Yes, the spanking DID hurt, but, to him, it was more pleasure than pain.  This was extra special cause Ray Lewis was the one doing the spanking.  He had wanted to be dominated by this phine ass man sice the first time he’d laid eyes on him when Ray had walked into the club all those years ago.  Now, Calvin was getting everything he wanted and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

gAre you ready to get fucked?” Ray asked.  “Fuck you!” Calvin cursed.  “Fuck me?” Ray repeated. “No, son.  Fuck you!”  Ray picked Calvin up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  He was about to take Calvin over to the pillars.  Then he realized Calvin couldn’t stand, so that wasn’t gonna work.  He looked across the room and saw a padded sawhorse in one corner of the room.  He carried Calvin over to it.  He threw him over.  Once he got him over, he tied Calvin’s arms and legs to  the chains on the ground that was on either side of the sawhorse.  He secured Calvin into his restraints.  Once that was done, Ray was ready to lay down the law, thug style!  He grabbed the paddle, and said, “Remember how you was talking shit a second ago?”  “So what?” Calvin said defiantly.  WHACK!  The paddle made wicked contact against Calvin’s ass!  “Awwww, DAAAMMMNN!” Calvin howled, his body jerking involuntarily.  “Yea.  Hurts, don’t it?” Ray asked. “Well, here comes anther.”  “WHACK!  WHACK!  Calvin bit his lip, trying to keep from screaming. “Go ahead and scream.  You know you want to.”  Calvin wasn’t about to give Ray the satisfaction.  “Don’t scream, then.  It’s all good.  I got all night!”  Ray reached his hand to touch Calvin’s ass.  It was warmed to the touch. “Now, that’s what I call warming that ass up.”  A bulge started to form in Ray’s pants.  He unzipped his pants and let his dick flop out.  Only half hard, it was a mere nine inches.  Fully erect, Ray’s dick could be as long as a foot.  And he was planning to put the entire foot up in Calvin whether he liked it or not. 

First, he had to get it hard as steel.  He walked to the front of Calvin.  He lifted up Calvin’s head.  “Now, suck this dick.” He ordered. “And, If you bite me, so help me god, I’m gonna rip your head off.”  Ray looked deep into Calvin’s eyes, making sure that he understood that he meant business.  Calvin reluctantly opened his mouth.  Ray shoved his dick down Calvin’s throat.  Calvin nearly gagged on Ray’s enormous dick. “Yea, that’s it, boy.  Suck this big dick.”  “Mmmm.” Calvin moaned.  His mouth was totally stuffed with Ray’s huge meat.  “Yea, baby.  You give good dome.  I’mma have you do this every time I come up in here from now on. Yessss!”  The prospect of sucking Ray’s dick every time he came in the club really turned Calvin on.  He sucked Ray down like a popsicle.  “Ooooo, YEEAAA!”  Ray reached over and started playing Calvin’s ass.  “Yea, I’mma love being up in this ass.” He smacked and palmed Calvin’s ass.  As he palmed Calvin’s ass, a smile crept across Ray’s face. “Yea, this ass is nice and firm.”  Ray licked his middle finger and slid it into Calvin’s asshole.  As soon as his finger was inserted, Calvin’s ass lips closed around it like a vise. “Oh yea, you ready for this dick, aren’t you?” Ray said.  “Mmm Hmm.” Calvin answered.  Ray slid a second finger in Calvin’s hole.  “Fuck!” Calvin cried out.  He started squirming like a fish out of water.  He struggled to get loose.  “Fuck me dammit!”  The finger fucking was absolute torture.  Ray roughly grabbed Calvin’s head and yanked it up so that they were eye to eye.  “I will fuck you when I’m good and ready.” Ray said, menacingly. “Not a moment before!”  If it wasn’t clear to Calvin before, It was crystal clear now: Ray Lewis was runnin’ this show!  Ray abruptly removed his dick from Calvin’s mouth.  He walked over to the equipment table.  He looked all over the table.  Then he saw what he was looking for.  He picked up a riding crop, a candle with matches, and a vibrating dildo.  Calvin could hear Ray coming back.  “What you got?” He asked, fear etched in his voice.  “You’ll find out in a second.” Ray said.  He looked over the stuff, trying to decide what to use first.  Then he picked up the riding crop.  He got to one side of Calvin.  He raised his hand with the riding crop in it and… WHACK!!!   The riding crop slammed down onto Calvin’s ass.  “OOOOOOOH!” Calvin cried out.  His body tensed with pain.  WHACK!  “Hey, Calvin. (WHACK!) I got a question for ya. (WHACK!) Who’s in charge? (WHACK! WHACK!)  “You are.” Calvin gritted his teeth.  He wasn’t gonna give in no matter what.  “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! (WHACK! WHACK!)” Ray growled. “WHO’S (WHACK!) IN (WHACK!) CHARGE!” (WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!)  Ray was really tearin’ Calvin’s ass up.  Out of the corner of his eye, Ray thought he’d seen something strange on the floor beneath Calvin.  “No, that can’t be.” He thought to himself.  He looked down more closely this time. “This nigga’s cummin!”  Sure enough, cum was spewing out of Calvin’s dick.  Ray couldn’t believe it.

Sweat dripped off  Calvin’s body as he lay helpless while Ray had his way with him.  Ray was tearin’ Calvin’s ass up and seemed as if Calvin was enjoyin’ the beatin’.  Cum spewed from Calvin’s dick onto the floor below.  Ray was pushing Calvin’s body past it’s sexual limits.  No one had ever done that before.  Ray untied Calvin and put him over shoulders like a sack of potatoes.  He walked over to the sling and strapped Calvin to the sides.  Then he got the dildo and said,”Now, it’s time to open you up nice and wide.”  Calvin looked down and saw the dildo.  “Awww, Ssshhiitt!” Calvin said.  Ray inserted the dildo and turned it on.  Instantly, Calvin was overwhelmed with waves of incredible pleasure. “MMMMMM!  DAAAAMMMNN!  FFFUUUCCCKK!”  Calvin tried to scoot away from the dildo, but, since he was locked in, there was no where to go, no where to run.  “Where you think you’re goin, man?” Ray taunted.  He put his big hand on Calvin’s shoulders and shoved him down onto the dildo.  “JJJEEESSSUUUSSS!”  Calvin was in extreme ecstasy.  With his other hand, Ray pinched Calvin’s soft, tender nipples, first, one, then, the other.  The feeling of Ray’s rough hands was almost more than Calvin could take.  What made the situation worse was that Calvin was tied to the sling.  He couldn’t stroke his dick like he wanted to.

Ray tried something he had never done before.  He bent down and started eating Calvin’s ass out.  “MMMM!” Calvin moaned. “Yea, eat my ass, nigga!”  Ray’s tongue darted in and out of Calvin’s hungry hole.  “Mmmm! Yeaaa!”  Calvin was in heaven.  Ray’s tongue was like magic.  At this point, Ray could ask him to give him all his money that he had to his name, and Calvin would do it.  Ray was really tonguing him down like a pro. “Oh my god!” “No, my name is Ray Lewis, not God, but thanks for playin’!” Ray said with a smile.

This whole scene was makin’ Ray real horny.  He stroked his dick furiously.  Pretty soon, Ray’s dick was hard as a brick!  “You ready for this dick?”  Calvin was too exhausted to answer. “If not, too bad, cause it’s comin’ whether you want it or not.”  Ray got into position and slowly  slid his dick up into Calvin’s dick.  “OHHH MMMYY GGOODDDD!” Calvin screamed.  He had never felt a dick this size in his life!  “Is this what you wanted?” Ray taunted. “Is this it?  Bet you’ll be careful what you ask for next time, won’t you?”  Calvin wasn’t paying Ray any mind.  His body was being rocked by what can only described as a missile.  Ray shoved himself inside Calvin and stayed still, giving Calvin a chance to get used to his dick.  In a few minutes a smile crossed Calvin’s lips.  Ray realized Calvin was ready to really get rocked.  Ray started piston fucking the hell out of Calvin.  After a while, Calvin started to bounce Ray back. “Yea, boy.  Bounce me back!  That’s it!”  They began to create a rhythm.  Ray pumped faster and harder.  Calvin was determined to ride this bronco for as long as possible.  He was enjoyin’ this rodeo ride. 

Ray untied Calvin and took him out of the sling.  Calvin thought that they were done, but, he was wrong.  Ray lifted Calvin onto his dick as he stood up.  He was gonna fuck him standing up.  “HOLY MOTHER OF GODDD!” Calvin screamed.  All his thuggishness went out the window when he felt Ray’s foot-long meat as it pulsed inside him. “DAMN!  You big as shit, man!”  Ray bounced Calvin on his dick for the next twenty minutes or so, causing Calvin to spray all over Ray’s chest.      Ray could feel himself ready to explode.  He pulled out of Calvin and set him on the floor.  Then he straddled his chest, and said, “Open wide!”  Calvin opened his mouth wide.  Just then Ray shouted, “Here it comes!”  A steady stream of cum shot into Calvin’s mouth. “And, don’t you spill a drop!”  Calvin swallowed load after load of cum until he thought he would burst.  After five minutes, Ray’s dick went limp.  Ray wiped the sweat from his brow.  He was exhausted.  He grabbed Calvin in his arms.  “Are you happy now?” He asked.  “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Calvin said, rubbing his sore ass.  “You a good piece of ass, you know that?” Ray asked.  “Yea, Daddy.” Calvin said.  “I’m yo daddy, hunh?” Ray said with a smirk.  Calvin shook his head slightly. “Well, you bet not let no one up in there., you here me?” Ray said.  Calvin shook his head again. “Cause I own this ass.  Who owns this ass?”  “You do.” Calvin said.  “Say “Big Daddy Lewis owns this ass”.” Ray said.  “Big Daddy Lewis own this ass.” Calvin repeated. “You better believe it!” Ray said, as he reached over and smacked Calvin’s sore ass. “Now, let’s get you back to work.”  He grabbed Calvin by the feet and dragged him into the showers.    He cleaned Calvin up and sent him on his way.  When Calvin got back to work, the brotha that was sitting there asked, “What you smilin’ for?”  “Nothin.” Calvin lied.  He started working on something.  About twenty minutes later, Ray walked up to the desk.  “Remember what I said.” He said to Calvin.  “I will.” Calvin said.  Ray reached over and pinched Calvin’s left nipple.  Then he turned and walked out the door.