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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.”

Same here, it's really increased lately, but I guess I've always been a bit of a voyeur.

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I visited SLM Copenhagen and it was fun fun fun, when I was in Stockholm I met old buddies and didn't have the stamina to visit SLM there. Maybe next time. I want to be proven wrong that Swedes are boring.

This second chapter gives the readers some essential background from Sam's perspective. We learn that he has had a brotherly crush on Josh. Up until this point, the perceived conflict was going to be how was Josh going to continue his active sex life as a single poz man who breeds negative bottoms whenever possible. Now, the conflict/tension is how does Sam navigate living with Josh and keeping his crush in check. Will he confess to Josh his true feelings? Take this new locale as an opportunity to hookup with other guys (e.g., the pizza delivery guy)? No mention that Josh has told anyone of his poz status. How will this affect Sam and his crush on his brother? So many ways this story can unfold, and I am eager to see where @Uncut300takes Sam and Josh as they share an apartment and possibly more.

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Hello, very openminded vers bi guy here. BB only, not on pR*p, all welcome to play. Love raunch, sluts, sleaze, etc

So guys, last fall / few months ago I booked a holiday to Maspalomas, Gran Canaria. This is my travel story as it happens. Fri 26 Dec, arrival. After a flight from the other side of Europe I felt tired as hell. However, after a few drinks at the hotel's pool bar I decided what the hell, it's a Friday evening after all and I should give it a try. I had promised myself to get sleep early, but soon I found myself at Yumbo. After walking a bit I suddenly saw Tom's sign. Is this a mark from above? 😄 I decided to give it a shot and had a beer. There were daddy type men smoking and drinking. After I had finished my beer I went in to the bathroom and cruising area. Two men immediatelly followed. After walking till the far end of the labyrinth I turner around and saw these men had followed me. ...No words needed, they grabbed my butt and opened my jeans. The othwer swallowed my now fast hardening dick while the other fingered my hole and wanted to kiss. However, I was not ready to cum yet, so I asked not suck me any more. The sucker understood well, but asked me to come the Reds later if I wanted serious fun. Meanwhile the other man had lubed my hole and asked me to bend over. He put a condom on and started to fuck. And oh man it felt good! After a while I however got bored and left the place - well he hadn't come so I didn't bother to wait longer - and left the place. As I walked I saw the sign of Noxon. I had a beer at their terrace but didn't wanna pay entrance. It was 18 euros since it was a piss night. And since piss and scat isn't my piece of cace, I had a chat with some Finnish men and finished my beer and returned to Tom's. Meanwhile the place had totally exploded and was packed. I managed to get a pint and sat down. After some 20 mins. I had finished my beer and went again to the cruising area. This time it was crowded and full of mature meat so to speak. I was stopped by a group of daddies who just put their hands in my pants and took my jeans down. They bent me over and while a man put a cock in my mouth another forced his hard unlubed big stick up my bum. I simply couldn't take it quite long coz it hurt as hell, so I decided it's time call it a night and leave the place. Sat 27, a new day. After a good long sleep I woke up and felt great. I spent six hours by the pool. Reading a good book, having drinks and listening to some drunk British lads talking about soccer. However, I had decided this is the night a try the Factory out. In the late evening I finally got there. I felt anxious, but as soon as I got in I discovered what a grand hell mouth it was! Men after men naked or almost naked, many finishing drinks or smoking outside. I had barely got my clothes off when the first man touched my ass. I managed to get rid of him when I told I need a beer first. It was true after all. After finishing my beer I took a tour. I found out downstairs was the place of action. I had another beer and smoked and finally got back downstairs and went in the crowd. I soon discovered many guys were really picky. Turning down nice offers. However, I am more slutty than many of these queens. After a few hands touching my crack, balls and ass, kissing here and there, I went to see what happens in a room where the fuck bed is. There were four bottoms asses up in the air waiting to be fucked and guys jerking and watching. Suddenly a dom daddy appeared from nowhere and pushed me down and forced his cock in my mouth. He deep fucked and did dirty talk and didn't let me go before he shot his nice load in my mouth. Meanwhile behind my back tension had risen. I stood up and turned to see all bottoms rough fucked. And condoms were nowhere to be seen! I stood and watched and jerked some 15 mins., but then a nice Spaniard in his 30s asked me to suck his nice prick. He also sucked mine. Soon he stood up and told he wants to fuck my ass. So on the fuck bed I went! There were already three other bottoms getting fucked, but they made room for me. My fucker pushed his dick in me and started his task. In and out, in and out, and balls hitting my buttocks as I lay there on my hands and knees. The bottom on my right side asked if I wanted poppers. Of course I did! He made me take 4 hits. The bottom on my left side wanted it as well, and after his hits he took a hold of my hand and we made out while our holes were taken care of. My fucker suddenly tensed and pulled out, and before I could get up, another cock was pushed in my ass hole. The new fucker had already lubed his member and started to force fuck my hole. Poppers was again offered to me, which I appreciated a lot. This new fuck took some time, but I liked every minute of it. Fuck noises, music, sweat and smell of poppers, naked bodies and my butt fucked. It was Heaven! Soon I realized I hadn't seen that the second fucker had left and a third dude was already sliding his cock in and out of my lubed hole. I started to ask what is it, but the bottom on my right gave me more of his strong poppers and just told me to enjoy serious ass fucking. After all we were all men and on the same business. Soon my fucker took his cock out and a new man stood behind me. I didn't even have time to see his face, but man his cock was big! It hurt so much I couldn't do nothing but scream. I tried to pull out of the situation, but someone pushed me back onto his cock and told me just take the cock. My new fucker, a bull, told the bottom on my right to give me much more poppers. These new hits made the pain go away and I started to enjoy the fuck. Soon I heard the man give a grunt and tense. I knew he had shot his load. I rested a bit and stood up. I couldn't stand wery well, coz all the poppers given me and the fuck position made my legs shaky. Some time later I had another beer and had a smoke. I fingered my hole, and surprisinly found out it was totally closed. Not even sore. I got back downstairs to see what's going on, and soon an elderly Irish man came and told me I gave good show earlier, bu he had seen my balls were still full. I admitted I had 8 days load. His eyes started to shine! And boy he gave me a good blowjob! About half an hour later, I was already at the hotel. I hadn't felt any of the guys come in me, but I saw sperm flowing out my hole now. I pushed it out as much as I could before hitting the bed. After all it was 3am. Well. This was my Saturday. Next day, which is yesterday, I stayed at the hotel and went to the gym. Today I was about to spend my day at the pool. In the afternoon I however took a bus to Las Palmas. There I went to sauna Portugal. It is a tiny sauna with limited spaces to play around. All clients seemed to be locals, mixed group of twinks and bears and daddies. I ended up sucking three guys. First shot his load in my mouth in the narrow steamroom passage, second guy, a young man, laid down on a bed at a cabin where I sucked him off. And a third dude, a twink, came when I jerked and sucked him in another cabin. Finally a polite Spaniard man told me he wanted my load, which I of course gave him in his mouth. What tomorrow brings? Let's see. And sorry for my spelling mistakes etc., English isn't my first language. 🙂

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