All Activity

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. PHEW! Sucking dick! I could breathe deep and relax a little. Of all the completely crazy things that had happened so far that were off the wall or new to me, sucking dick was something I could do with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. Ironically or apropos that particular turn of phrase, my hands were chained behind my back, and I had a blindfold on. I opened my mouth instinctively, ready to wrap my lips around Jacob’s dick. I couldn’t tell exactly where his dick was though so I began to lean forward, hoping that I’d find his body then could find his dick. Trying to maintain balance with my hands behind my back and using only my abdominals was hard. I kept leaning forward anticipating when I’d reach his body. I felt a strong slap across my face. It wasn’t painful, but much harder than when Ethan had previously slapped me. “No one told you to do that, Boy. You will get fed my dick, I will fuck your mouth and throat, and you will choke on my dick when I want you to really feel it. I want you to stay just like that, Boy. Do you understand?” He had moved my body back to an upright position. HOLY SHIT! This is going to be harder than I thought. I was going to get a proper face fucking. This wasn’t gonna be some post-brunch pre-nap Sunday blowjob. My first thought was “I wonder how big his dick is” and then I realized I didn’t even know what Jacob looked like, let alone what his dick looked like. He said he was going to feed me his dick so I just opened my mouth as wide as I could and sat there, waiting. Seconds later I felt the tip of his dick rub against my lips, and he began moving the tip of his dick around my lips in circles, over and over. I could feel that he was precumming and that he was basically painting his precum all over my lips and face. I could taste it, I could smell it. I could feel the wetness of it on my face. He then put his dick in the center of my mouth and began pushing his dick in to my mouth. I was doing my best to keep my mouth as wide open as possible. He kept pushing his dick in slowly until my lips reached the base of his dick and the tip of his dick reached my throat and went down my throat just a bit. I gagged a bit because I didn’t expect him to go all the way in, buy he pulled out every so slight so I could adjust and parked the tip of his dick all the way at the back of my mouth at the border in to my throat. He stood almost perfectly still and let his dick just sit in my mouth and his dick head blocking my throat. “Wrap your lips around my dick, Boy.” I still was keeping my mouth fairly wide open because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I closed my lips around his mouth and made small motions forward and backward like you would when sucking someone’s dick. His dick was on the thicker side, but manageable. He was above average in length, and if he wanted to, could get his dick further down my throat. The shaft of his dick was wider than it was tall…it was not perfectly cylindrical but slightly flatter…not in a weird way. Ethan chimed in from within the living room, close...I hadn't heard him even approach. "Fuck yeah, you choking our Boy with your dick? You like your lips wrapped around that dick and that nice fat head of his blocking your wind pipe, Boy?" I grunted, which was the only thing I could possible do. "I've got an idea! Get your dick out of Boy's mouth for a second, Jacob." Ethan said. He walked over to the trunk and then back to me. He removed the ball gag from around my head and it its place was...another gag? I couldn't really figure out what it was even after it was on my mouth. He tightened the strap behind my head. "Boy, close your mouth." I could not close my mouth. Something was holding it open and not just open but as open as my mouth could possibly be...like when you’re at the dentist. "What do you think, Jacob?" "Yeah, I think this works. Boy, you feel how your mouth feels right now, and how wide open it is?" (I made some type of noise.) "When I say, 'Boy, Open' that is called a command. Whether you are standing or on your knees or in your cage, you need to immediately open your mouth exactly like this and keep it open until told otherwise. Do you understand, Boy?" (I made some sort of sound intended to convey “Yes, sir!”) "We're gonna keep this spreader on you for right now, but you won't have it on you all the time, unless you fail to follow the command and open your mouth real wide, just like it is now. When your mouth is open like this, there will be probably be something that is pushed in your mouth after. It could be Daddy or my dick, it could be a toy, it could be anything. Let's practice with my dick." Jacob seemed rather chill as he started pushing his dick in to my mouth. Slowly pushing further and further in until it was right where it was before, the tip of his dick hitting the start of my throat. He rantly slowly pulled out, pushed in…for a minute or so. I was beginning to think this was far gentler than I had anticipated, given the gag that was holding my mouth wide open. Which is exactly when Jacob decided he had had enough of the relaxing dick massage I was giving him with my mouth. The speed and pace and aggression of him fucking my mouth increased instantaneously, just slightly slower than how a really aggressive top might fast-fuck the hell out of a bottom. In and out, over and over, jack hammering my mouth with his dick, frequently getting in so deep it hit the back of my throat. I could feel saliva dripping down my lips and down my chin, off of my chin and either hitting my chest or the floor. I made those choking and gurgling noises you sometimes hear when someone is sucking dick, and I kept trying to reach around and push his hips away from me to get a break, and he kept pushing them back behind my back. “Stop trying, Boy. You’re not stopping this.” Ethan, the stealth presence, grabbed the chain from the wrist cuffs and attached my wrists behind my back. He then attached the chain between my wrists to the chain between my ankles, immobilizing me further. Kinda like being in the cage, I was no longer to move much one way or the other and I couldn't use my hands to slow the action. Jacob continued pummeling his dick in to my mouth and I could feel my eyes watering and what looked like tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Check it out Ethan, Boy is crying because he can't handle a little bit of dick sucking. Or maybe he misses you. Wanna give it a go?" Ethan walked over to stand in front of me and shoved his dick all the way in slowly to the back. Instantly, I could taste that it had been in my butthole. Ethan’s dick tasted fresh, but had the unmistakable taste of even the cleanest butthole…or in this case, mine. He let his dick sit in my mouth for a moment and then begin throat fucking me just like Jacob. I drooled more out my mouth, my eyes watering while I choked every once in a while on his dick. "I think that's enough for now. Let me finish the snacks and Jacob, you teach him a few more commands and then we'll eat." Jacob proceeded to detach the various chains, told me to stand up, and removed the mouth gag/stretcher thing, and instantly replaced it with the ball gag. Over the next 10 minutes he taught me various maneuvers I would need to remember and perform flawlessly at all times. Upon hearing the command, I was to execute the maneuver immediately and I needed to be prepared to take the orders “from anyone.” The phrase “from anyone” caught my attention because it further reinforced what I had already suspected – there were more people joining at some point. The commands I learned were: · Boy, Down – the position that I had maintained in the Cage · Boy, Stand – I would stand upright, feet shoulder width apart, arms by my side · Boy, Crawl – on my hands and knees, eyes facing down · Boy, Kneel – on my knees, body upright, arms by my side Each of these commands could be modified. If I was told to be at “ATTENTION” my hands were to be clasped behind my back. If in the Crawl position, my head was to rise and my eyes to look forward. The command would sound like “Boy, Stand. Attention!” “At Ease” meant I was able to drop my arms/hands to the starting position, or lower my head in the Crawl position. Jacob walked me through each of these positions, one by one. I managed to get the hang of it really quickly. It was harder than it seems though – blindfolded and moving your body from standing to your knees to bent over touching the floor – when you can’t see anything it’s more challenging to maneuver your body. “Good job, Boy! There’s one more command you need to learn. And just remember also that you’re to obey these commands from anyone in this house. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir!” There were those words again – “from anyone” – I knew for sure there were others coming at some point. He proceeded to walk me across the room in the direction of the front door, if I had any sense of where I was at all. “Boy, Welcome!” was a command intended for when we were receiving guests at the front door. Upon the order, I was to go to a specific spot between the living room and entry way, kneel at Attention, and turn my head slightly towards where I thought the door was. Jacob was leading me to where I needed to go, but I had no idea how I would find this spot again. “You did a good job with your training, Boy. We need to see how good you remember these commands and keep proper form. You need to be perfect every time. And I think you know how we handle mistakes or worse, if you don’t follow the commands.” “Yes, sir!” I was still kneeling on the floor, Jacob seemed to walk away, I was blindfolded. I wasn’t told to do anything and I had no idea if I should move or just stay there. I checked in with myself and tried to estimate what time I thought it was. I had gotten there between 1p-2p…factoring everything that had gone on, I thought it must be somewhere around 6PM but I had absolutely no clue. It could just have easily been 4PM or 8PM. 6PM seemed a little late for a “snack” but honestly, the time made no difference. I was still in Welcome position at the door and I can hear things being moved around – more like plates and silverware being placed on the table. No one is in the room with me. A few minutes go by and I’m started when I hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. From the kitchen Ethan says “Door is open, come on in!” I hear the door open, someone enter, shuffled foot steps and the door shut. I stay perfectly still. There is a new smell in the room, a masculine smell, but different than Ethan and Jacob. I was surprised how tuned in I was to smell at this point and realized I probably never would have noticed subtle differences had it not been for being completely blindfolded. The new person ran his fingers through my hair and kind of tussled it around, kind of like he was petting a dog with long hair. "Handsome Boy, isn't he? Has he been go so far?" the new person said, presumably speaking to Ethan or Jacob. Ethan and and Jacob both responded at the same time, talking over each other "For the most part" "Yeah, but lots more to learn." "You're just in time for snack time. Wanna grab this stuff and make a drink and we'll sit out side?" Presumably everyone grabbed the plates and the drinks and what not while I stayed there still in Welcome position. "Boy, COME....oh, you don't know that one yet, do you? Boy, that means you stand up and find your way to wherever I called you from. We'll work more on this later." I clumsily get off the floor, trying to remember where everything is. I find a wall and follow it around to the opening between the dining room and the kitchen to right about where the Cage is, then turn towards the main part of the kitchen and Ethan says, "Boy, Stop!" I instinctively stop and stand dead still. "Boy, Crawl!" I get on my hands and knees. I feel the leash being clipped to the back of my collar, and Ethan gives the lease a little tug and I follow after him. I go down one step, on to the lawn, and then my leash was attached to something else...one of the chairs maybe? "Boy, Down" - I assume the position like the one from the cage. Ethan puts something down in front of me, just in front of my head which is resting in the grass. "Boy, I made you a snack. It's in your dog bowl." "Yes, sir, thank you sir." I move forward just a little bit. The bowl is a similar type of bowl as my water bowl. Whatever was in it smelled good, but I couldn't see it or tell what it was. Here goes nothing, I'm legit eating out of a dog bowl...I bit into what seemed like a mound of rice? It was chicken and rice, all pulverized to tiny pieces so you could barely discern the two textures. There were some vegetables in it but I couldn’t tell what kind. It was not seasoned, at all...very bland. I ate it slowly because I wasn't sure if "snack" also meant dinner or if this was something else. The three guys carried on talking about shit while I ate my food and occasionally rested my head in the grass. At one point somebody dropped something off their plate and said “ah shit.” “Don’t worry, just toss it over to the Boy!” Something that felt like a cracker hit me on the shoulder and fell somewhere beside me. Everyone was having a great time laughing. I was constantly rock hard throughout this whole thing and my excitement was building. Even though I was eating out of a dog bowl on the grass chained up and blindfolded, I loved it. I had eaten as much as I was going to of the food and started to think how crazy this experience was – not because of what was happening, but because of how organized it was. Even things like knowing what commands to teach me, perhaps even the arrival of Jacob and this new person and the timing there. This started to feel more like a production than just some accidental fun-time. I was led inside by my leash in the the kitchen and the please was removed. I was still in Crawl position. No one said anything at all to me but all Ethan, Jacob and the new person went to the living room. I remember Ethan telling me that if I were left out of my cage with no leash that I was free to roam around as long as I stayed in crawling. I decided to give it a go and meandered in to the living room, trying not to hit anything. I was trying to get to where I thought the couch was and eventually I made it, after running in to a side table. I crawled up on to the couch and laid down to relax for a bit…as long as I could until whatever else started up. Nothing that had occurred had been too energetically challenging, but the mental, emotional, and physical impact had made me want to rest. I laid down and fell asleep. I’m glad I did because I’d come to find out that the day’s activities were not over.

Any info would be amazing. Bbc are the only dicks I will let fuck me.

Tbh it was always my favorite because it coats the inside of my hole completely and prevents ripping and bleeding plus it doesn’t make everything all wet and messy and I can still be nice and tight when it first goes in and feel all the nuances of his dick when he fucks me. But it is greasy and is obviously not the healthiest option since it’s made from petroleum. I use boy butter mostly now but I still use Vaseline with my toys to get my hole prepared before a date.

Beautiful - my Uncle training me young - chatting - videos - Life - Females and Males loves Sucking Dicks - it's Normal from the beginning - now I am Addicted Raw Sex - Poz or Not !

He is now unfortunately. Kevin Robert’s is the obituary

I think you nailed it. We wrote Stag to be a selfish ass, and I think you'll like what we have planned for him in the main story. As for what's coming next, all the clues are there in the text. That's all I should say, and even that may be too much.

Aquafore is awesome, expensive but awesome, i use it every day jerking off 💧

I found this on page 29. It's so hot!!!

Cannot agree more to this, it'd be one thing if he just wanted the power, but to use it and act superior in a sadistic manner like with Ty, he relishes in destroying others in a way that dehumanizes the victim. Being cruel without reward or proper care, or perhaps to simplify it: he's a rotten and spiteful bastard for little justification other than "I got called boring/feel used". If I were in stag's shoes, I'd funnel my efforts and energy into being the opposite of what I hate: a man to pour his love into someone, like Gravestone and Derek, and mold them into a perfect boy to honor my gifts.

I’ve only had a few guys refuse to go bear with me since I went bare only. With the exception of two I turned them down. The other two occurred when I was in a sling wearing a blindfold so didn’t know until they were fucking me. My hole was lubed with boy butter though.

Love the seduction! Can't wait for him to give in, but not too fast 😈

Great pics!

Beautiful!

LOVE to hear more about Blood Slamming - videos - Beginners to Experts - Perverts - Gang Banging - Videos again !

well, I know I'm never using condoms so I just decide who I'm gonna do it with.

Author's Note: Part 7 will be posted on 12/29/2025 as well. Also, if you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! It’s hard to describe but having had the blindfold on for as long as I had at this point, whether I had my eyes open or not, I just saw this black expanse. The longer I was blindfolded, the more my brain seemed to try and make sense of my experience by creating images that I could only see in my mind. I know this sounds crazy. So HOLY SHIT! seemed to be floating around in the black. Each different version of those words was in a different color, design or font. Each represented, in a way that made sense to me, emotions I was feeling: shock, surprise, anxiousness, devious excitement, lust, desire, longing… I know it sounds crazy, but I could see the words floating around, in different colors and fonts, representing my emotions – in my mind. Perhaps this was something that happens when you’re deprived of your vision for extended periods of time. I did not know. Here is a shitty rendering from ChatGPT - it looked nothing like this but you get the point... I had a moment of ... not panic, but a combination of racing thoughts, physical overstimulation and feeling out of control. I needed to pump the breaks. HOLY SHIT! I took some breaths, tried to quiet things, and used a coaching technique from cycling which was to focus on a “single point of light” letting everything else move to the periphery. Again, crazy as it sounds, in my mind, I moved all the “HOLY SHIT!” chaos to the side and ahead of me in the black was that single point of light. Why was I causing me to have so many different feelings right now? I needed to break it down mentally. What did I know to be true? What concerned me? What didn’t I know? How would I check in with myself moving forward for however long this lasted? I knew that Ethan was a good person, a colleague, a friend. There had been no yellow flags, red flags, or signals of any kind that caused apprehension. Check. We had discussed our limits and non-negotiables and agreed to respect them without question. He had made clear his commitments regarding my physical safety. He asked for my consent and I gave it. I had an “emergency exit” if needed in the form of a safe word. Check. He had a strong relationship with his family, friends and community. He had a great job. We got along great. Check. I decided at that moment that I was going to trust Ethan fully and not continue to second guess what was happening. Check. There was also a lot I didn’t know: How long was this going to go on? What exactly was going on? Ethan had made comments that made me believe others might be involved at some point…who were these people? I decided then and there to honor my own commitment to what was happening, which was to participate. I hadn’t asked for any clarification about what would happen next, and I needed to get comfortable in the fact that I’d find out and be surprised as it occurred. I think I let go of any desire I had left to control at that moment. My final thought was about Ethan’s passion for BDSM, the BDSM community, and the values this community represents. He was vocal about it with family and friends and advocated further acceptance. It would not support Ethan’s goals regarding BDSM if I had a terrible experience. I wouldn’t participate again but beyond that, it would likely taint our friendship. Also, though I wasn’t part of the BDSM community, it would damage any sense of allyship I had. Everything continued to reinforce that I had nothing to worry about. He wanted to have fun and train me to be a good Submissive, perhaps pulling me further into a love of BDSM so we could more fully participate together. These thoughts and resolutions all occurred in my head as I was crouched in the Cage. It was like a mental whiteboarding session and Shamanic release ceremony rolled in to one, all while I was naked, in a dog cage, unable to move, and alone. I felt very relaxed and let out a large breath. I snapped out of my meditation when, while exhaling, I dropped my butt slightly towards my ankles, causing the anal beads to pull against the inside of my hole. It wasn’t painful, but it was significant enough to snap me back into consciousness. I then overcorrected, pushing my butt back up towards the top of the Cage, but also lunging forward slightly in the process, causing the Humbler to pull on my balls. I kept moving my body trying to find the right position but couldn’t. I was moving around in all positions but couldn’t quite find any position where I wasn’t being pulled on. Muffled by the ball gag still, I let out a frustrated grunt and moan partly from the sensations of being pulled two ways and part because I felt in that moment that I desperately needed Ethan’s dick inside me again. It took a few moments of small adjustments in all directions for me to regain the position I had been in. It was such a relief to not be battling the anal beads and the Humbler that I started to relax immediately, slowing my breathing and relaxing my muscles again. My mind began to wonder again. I could see black, a point of light. I could also feel my body. My mind and body felt connected. I started to pay attention to the sounds I was hearing. Occasionally, an airplane would fly overhead, sounding like it was descending into SeaTac. I could hear it through the screen door that led to the back yard. This made sense given where Ethan lived. I could hear cars passing by in the front of the house on the road every so often. The sound was faint and probably only audible because a window was open. One of the pipes in the kitchen made a whooshing sound irregularly. I stayed crouched in the Cage a bit longer when I heard the front door open and shut. "Hello, Boy, I'm back" Ethan said. "Hello, Sir" I said, muffled by the ball gag. There was no way the sound could be interpreted as words. I then heard the front door open and close again. Ethan had already made his way to the side of the cage. I could tell he was there, and this was confirmed when he opened the door to the cage, reached in, and rubbed my back gently. But I heard other footsteps. And the OH SHIT!s returned. OH SHIT!, there's another person. OH SHIT!, there's another person that's gonna see me in this Cage. OH SHIT!, what is this person here for? I AM FUCKED. Who is this person? OH SHIT!, I CANNOT SEE! OH SHIT!, why is no one saying anything, why is it so quiet? I was making some type of noise that was a combination of fast shallow breathing, moaning, and unintelligible sound to communicate I wanted out of the Cage. The other door to the Cage opened where my head was. Ethan removed the ball gag. "Did you miss me, Boy?" "Yes, sir, I missed you very much." "Okay, stay there while I get you squared away in the back. You think you can keep the anal beads in for now?" "Yes, sir." He detached the anal beads from the cage, took off the Humbler, and led me out of the cage. He told me I could stand up and stretch, and I did exactly that. It felt good to stand and move my body freely, something I hadn’t done for a while. “Let’s go back to the living room, Boy. I want to introduce you to someone.” I thought of what I must have looked like. Restraints on all my limbs, ball gag on my chin, collar on my neck. Nipple clamps. The end of a string of anal beads hanging from my hole. A cock ring and ball stretcher on my front side. And that was just the gear. My hair must have been disheveled, and my body coated with a sheen of sweat and lube. I cannot believe someone would be “meeting” me for the first time in this state. Still blindfolded, he led me to the living room and towards where I thought the couch was. He positioned me directly in front of what I could tell was another physical presence. I could hear this new person breathing so I knew he was seated on the coach or one of the chairs. Ethan pushed me down to my knees and pushed my torso forward until my head finally touched something…it felt like...my head was being placed in someone's crotch between their legs and they were wearing jeans. I could feel the soft scratchiness of denim against the side of my face and my nose and mouth. I could also faintly smell a masculine cologne or aftershave. "Say hello to your Daddy's good friend, Boy. This is Daddy's friend Jacob. Jacob likes a lot of the same things that we do, and he thought it would be fun to come over and hang out and play. Does that sound good, Boy?" "Yes, sir." "You wanna play, Jacob? We’ve got some work to do." "Absolutely." "Jacob, you said you had some lessons you thought you could teach Boy here and some new commands that he should learn. Wanna get started with his next round of training? I'm going to pop in and out of the kitchen while I make some snacks for us and Boy. But I can’t wait to watch this session.” Ethan left the room and entered the kitchen. I could hear him opening cupboards and pulling preparing whatever the “snacks” were going to be. At the same time, Jacob placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed my torso back. I was now on my knees and fully upright, Jacob now standing in front of me. I heard him unzip his pants and pull them down, remove his shoes and toss them over to the left of both of us. His dick was apparently at the same level as my face because he slapped it across both of my cheeks multiple times. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my nose into his pubic hair. He kept my head there while I breathed in the smell of his dick and balls and crotch. "Make sure you take a good whiff of my smell. I want you to remember it. It might come in handy. All good Submissives remember everything about their Dominants. Their smell, their taste, their feel, their voice…” "Yes, sir." I inhaled deeply, over and over. He then told me he was going to turn around so I could smell his hole. “Lean forward until you get your face between my ass cheeks and can smell it.” I was too slowly leaning forward because a few seconds later, he reached behind my head and pulled my face forward until my nose was right between his ass cheeks. I breathed in deeply again and could smell man. I loved it. I desperately wanted to stick my tongue out and bury it in his hole, but I stopped myself. I had learned that I am to do what is asked of me and speak when I was spoken to, not more. I had already received a punishment for doing something I wasn’t asked to do. If Jacob wanted me to lick his hole, I would do so without question. But without an invitation, I would probably receive a punishment, and I’d deserve it. He turned back around with his dick towards me, and smacked his dick across my face a couple of times, then leaned down a bit and with his mouth close to my ear said, “Open your mouth, Boy. I’m gonna teach you how to suck dick.”