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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.

This is my 1st person account of a set of events and one core event in which I was a primary participant. I think I’ve done a good job at being correct, truthful, and honest, and told the story to the best of my ability in a way that reflects those days in 2010. One week after the core event concluded, Jason (Ethan in the story), Jacob, Alex and I went to dinner to debrief on the experience and make sure we were in a positive space with each other. There was no reason to feel otherwise. We were all happy and hugged as I departed the house at the end of the 6 days. We had a wonderful dinner. I learned that this all came about because Jason had dated Jacob for a while, who had long ago dated Alex – this is how they one day accidentally came together and started talking about this idea. They were all huge BDSM fans and had the skills, money, and organizing skills to pull of something like this. At the dinner, we all had such amazing smiles on our face, we were laughing, and smiling, they told me some of the things that hadn’t quite gone to their plan – like the piss party on night which was intended to be invite only but turned in a free-for-all (I didn't know what was supposed to happen one way or the other). Don't worry, The Dominants took care of the situation and things were solved by the next day. I don’t know who said it, but as four intelligent thoughtful introspective gay men sat around a table, someone asked “so, did we learn anything?” I remember responding almost instinctively and saying “I need more time to process that. I learned that when you can’t see, a lot can go on in your head. I built trust with you guys. It’s deeper than that, but I can’t talk about it right now cuz I don’t have the words.” I’m sad I responded that way because I think I mentally shut down thinking about the event ever again in a deeper way, until writing this. I wish I could call Jason, Jacob, and Alex and talk to them so many years later about what they remember, share with them what I’ve written, and reconnect. Sadly, 4 months after that dinner, Jason committed suicide. Underlying the suicide was the tragic and unexpected death of both his mother and father and his untreated depression and other undiagnosed but compounding mental challenges. He was a kind, funny, brilliant, compassionate, multi-faceted sex pig who in that area of life alone, was confidant. He knew his kinks and sexuality were outside of the “norm” and he embraced it and showcased it with pride. I didn’t know until after he died that when I went out with him on that date, my friends were all like “this is either gonna be a match made in heaven, or there gonna kill each other with dildos.” I’m gonna go with heaven. Also sadly, about 2 years after that dinner, Jacob died in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. The day I found this out was the last time I spoke to Alex. He was never a social media person even in those early days, I attempted to find him and have so far not been able to. So, this story will remain mine to tell, and as much as writing this down has given me joy, it reminds me of the loss of three people with whom I share a unique experience of significance in my life. An experience that cannot be duplicated and will never be replaced. For years I have jokingly talked about this experience as a “crazy date” and “the week I got locked in a dog cage” with friends and family. I've talked with gay people and straight people, those within the fringe sex community and those that aren't. Some of my straight friends will say sometimes when referring to a bad experience “at least you didn’t get locked in a dog cage.” In writing this, I recognized how much I had suppressed about the actual experience and much calling the "dog cage date" dramatically oversimplified and even disrespected the time that we shared. I think I have some unaddressed trauma over the loss of two of the three people, and the disappearance and disconnection from the third which occurred shortly thereafter. I’m choosing to tell the story and what that experience taught me and do so in a narrative fashion. I am thankful for Jason, Jacob, and Alex for their thoughtfulness creating this experience and including me. For thinking of what we learn about ourselves in every situation, even if it’s a really charged sexual experience. For keeping me safe, giving me the ability to experience things in a different way than I had ever in the past sexually – even if the activity were the exact same. This is for you, appropriately posted on a site called “Breeding Zone” which seems incredibly fitting – on the edge of sexuality, pushing boundaries, having fun, and always making sure the submissive bottom gets “many many many many loads.” Much love. PART 1 HERE

Ethan quickly moved behind me and started squeezing my shoulders the same way he had when he stood behind me outside. He also ran both of his hands down my entire torso to my waist taking extra time to massage my chest at various spots. He had truly masted the perfect pressure and strength to apply to his hands to make it feel firm, comforting, therapeutic and sexy. I was here for it. My dick was straining against my jeans again and I was quivering or shivering or shaking just from the intensity of his rub down…and partly because it was Ethan. There was a connection that we had with each other that went far beyond touch, communication, mutual interests…it was just an energy. And something about his touch just amplified things. "Did you think we were gonna fuck when you came over here?" he asked, very matter of fact. The way that he asked the question made any answer completely okay and safe. "I mean, I didn't know, so I..." I kinda stammered while he continued to rub me and then just like that, he had his hand down the back of my jeans and rubbed his finger over my hole between my ass cheeks. He smelled it, then tasted it - and said, "Someone came prepared!" Ethan laughed softly. I had noticed that Ethan had an almost “dance like” ability to move to exactly where he wanted to be gracefully and precisely, while at the same time moved so quickly you barely even knew it was happening. He pulled his hand out, reached around to my front and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper and yanked my jeans to the floor. "Get your shoes off and then get these jeans off." His tone was still friendly, but I noticed he had definitely become a bit more abrupt with his words. I did was told and then he pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it in the general directly of where I had set my jeans. He spun me around, so I was facing him and grabbed my jaw with his hand and leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and gave me one of those aggressive, masculine, dominant wet kisses. It was one of those kisses that hit so many different g-spots in your body and across time and space that your vision blurs for a second. He pulled away. “Boy, here's what you need to know about what happens next. I am your Dominant, and you are my Submissive. Your entire purpose is to follow my direction, do as you’re told, do it well and to my satisfaction, not ask questions, and not complain. Do you understand?" “Yes, I do” "Here are my commitments to you. Your life will not be in jeopardy, I will be responsible for your physical wellbeing, and I will make sure you have food and water as needed. You will be able to use the bathroom to relieve yourself as needed. I will honor one safe word you can choose now. If you say this word, I will immediately stop anything that's happening, we can take a break, or we can stop entirely. What do you want that safe word to be?" I was both aroused and amazed...my mind was going so many different places and so I looked past Ethan and my eyes fixed on the dishwasher in his kitchen, so I said, "Dishwasher." He laughed "Alright dishwasher. You want your safeword to be dishwasher, Boy?" He continued "Boy, unless you use the safeword, everything that I have decided I want to do with you will happen for as long as I want it to and I'll be responsible for telling you when you can be relieved of your duties as my Sub. I commit to you that you will be able to return to work on Monday, you'll have time to rest and recover, time to run any errands to get ready for the week...I'll also monitor your phone to make sure there are no emergencies. Can you tell me the name of three family members who might call you in an emergency?" I gave him my mom, sisters, and aunts name. "If these people call or text, what I will do is pick up or respond and indicate that you are busy and left your phone behind at my place, and ensure there is no urgent need for you to call back. If there is, you will be allowed to call. If not, you will wait until your responsibilities as my Submissive are fulfilled to return the phone calls. Boy, do you understand?" "Yes." He then did what you see in so many military movies and told me I could not speak to him without ending my statement with "Sir" or "Daddy" and softly slapped me across the face. "Not all punishments are going to be that gentle, Boy, so make sure you don't earn any more of them." He told me to get on my knees and face away from him and the trunk. I was naked minus socks. I heard him walk to the trunk and heard the sound of metal clanging and he quickly grabbed a variety of items and placed them on the floor next to me. It was the leather restraints along with some chains. He walked over to me and stood behind me. “Are you ready, Boy? Say goodbye to the sunlight for a while!” “Huh?” And just like that a complete blackout leather blindfold was placed over my eyes and the leather straps fastened behind my head. I could not see anything, not even the faintest amount of light. I heard him walk out of the room and suddenly I felt like I was completely alone in a pitch-black room. I couldn’t hear Ethan, I had no sense of anyone being in the space with me, and I did not know what to do or when something would happen next. “Take deep breaths” I told myself. In, out, in, out, in, ou…….. (TO BE CONTINUED...)

Author's Note: If you are starting this journey, I highly highly highly encourage you to start with the Sorrowful Author's Note. This could have easily been the first chapter or an Epilogue, but because I wrote it raw and not as a narrative, I chose to include as a note instead. Please read it. It will help to explain some things through the course of the next many chapters. It was late spring 2010 in Seattle. I was 31 at the time, 5’10”, 170lbs, athletic and fit and a very active and competitive cyclist. I was in great shape physically and mentally. I kept myself very well groomed – cropped haircut that looked both professional and casual, clean shaven. I dressed like a modern professional at work, and an early 30s modern gay in my downtime. I had a beautiful condo overlooking Lake Union, and close connections with friends and family. I looked very much like the boy next door who had grown up and into a successful career after his time at university and lived a comfortable city life. I worked along with 130,000 other people, and a large percentage of other Seattle gays at one of Seattle’s largest companies. “The Company” Because so many of the Seattle gay social scene worked at my company and a couple others, it meant we drank, dated, partied, clubbed, fucked, and socialized with many of the same people inside and outside of work. Everyone knew everyone, or knew someone who had slept with someone who had once dated someone…and someone always knew something about someone who had once dated the person you were interested in. There were entire blogs written by gay Seattle under pseudonyms sharing the juicy details about events or parties of all kinds, or take-down sites that shared rumors to avenge a grudge. It was Gossip Girl, Gay Seattle style. Appearance wise and professionally, I was a catch. I was involved in the gay social circles, but I was also somewhat of a pariah. By this time in 2010, I had been out of the closet for nearly two decades (15 years) and had had more bareback sex than probably fifty of the people I knew combined. I hooked up regularly with people off Craigslist and frequented Club Z and Basic Plumbing. I was known for liking “dirty” things like wearing harnesses, using dildos, and piss. Over the course of the years, all of this had become part of my persona that people talked about with everyone else but me. I honestly didn’t really care. There was nothing I could do to erase what they believe they knew, and regardless of how they got their information about me, a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean they liked it. It did make any attempts at dating futile. Despite being adamantly against condom-sex and having a strong appetite for non-“vanilla” sex, first dates for me often involved overcoming rumors and perceptions. “Do you really bareback?” “You go to Club Z, isn’t that place just all people with HIV doing drugs?” I wasn’t even positive at this point. First dates spent explaining these things are a clear indicator things aren’t going to work. So I focused on what I knew I did well and really liked doing…sex. My kind of sex. I was still active socially, but instead of accepting date invites or asking guys out, I’d go home and cook dinner, find some dick on Craigslist, get a load, and go to sleep………… ----------------------------- I hadn't met Ethan before, and we didn't have any work interaction at "the company.” I would come to find out that we also had very few friends in common, which was a rare thing for those that were gay in Seattle AND worked at the company. We were both asked by our separate organizations to work on a special cross-company project along with several others and started having daily multi-hour project meetings and working sessions that would last past dinnertime. I thought he was attractive, and we didn’t need to tell each other we were gay. We were as flirty as you can be in a professional environment in front of colleagues by our second day on the project. Ethan was a presence. He was 6’4” or 5” – muscular but still had a softness to his lines and contours. His arms were muscly. He had a trim waste, big chest, big butt and thighs. He had a cropped haircut of very dark almost black hair. He had a great smile filled with shocking white teeth contrasting with his light but still olive complexion. He dressed like a well dressed Italian – fitted shirts and polos, expensive jeans and fitted pants. He was funny and told amazing jokes, was polite and kind with his words. He had the type of confidence that you love to see in people…not ever bordering on arrogant but secure in himself. We hit it off and at the end of the second week of the project, we decided to drive back to the city and go have a drink. The palpable sexual energy grew while he rubbed my leg while sitting next to each other on bar stools. At the end of round one he had migrated his hand all the way to right between my legs and underneath my balls and we had kissed briefly. We drove back to his place and had really amazing sex. Ethan had a really nice dick – big enough to be notable compared to others. It was like the perfect dick. It was a Goldilocks dick. I didn’t give a shit about where we were going as a couple but I’m going to do everything to remain friends… He had been behind me eating my hole and then suddenly there was lube slathered across my hole. He moved very quickly and the very next thing I knew, his dick was pushing against the center of my hole playfully. And then in one aggressive and committed move, he pushed his dick all the way in and kept pushing until my hole was wrapped around the base of his dick. I moaned and squirmed a bit – that was not a typical maneuver for most tops so it was completely unexpected. He settled into a normal rhythm of fucking me, occasionally smacking my ass, and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in. I could feel my hole being worked and stretched and I was moaning and asking him for more. Over probably 25 minutes, he came three times back-to-back inside of me. I could feel each one as his dick twitched and he gave extra power to thrust deep inside me to bury his load. He eventually pulled out and before I could move from my hands and knees position to lay down, he started working my hole with his fingers. Before I knew it he had all five fingers in my hole and was working to get his hand deeper inside me. He kept going for over 10 minutes until I was comfortable up to the widest part of his hand. He continued to work but after many minutes of this we stopped, both of us exhausted. We collapsed side by side. “That was fucking awesome. It was fucking hot being inside you.” “Damn dude, that was one helluva fuck! I can’t believe you came three times!” “It’s a curse. Even when I jerk off I cum multiple times! So, I fucked you raw. Sorry about that. I’m not a condom guy. I’m negative and don’t have any STDs.” “Dude, I only fuck without a condom. It’s fine with me. Me too on the test results. I want you to do that when we fuck again!” He grabbed my hand and rolled to his side to look at me. We both looked like two gays who just had amazing sex. A sheen of sweet across our bodies, hair disheveled, smiling. “So no condoms. Yeah, I really hate them. I know it’s not a popular opinion but…ah well! I got a lot of unpopular opinions. I don’t share them all that much because Seattle gays are so fucking judgy!” We talked a bit about the Seattle gay scene and being part of it, but also outsiders as well. We had a real connection in that way. “So what else do you like to do…like…in terms of sex and fucking?” We talked for about an hour about all the things we had in common sexually and shared some interesting stories from our past. We got along great on a multitude of levels……………………….. ----------------------------- Over the next several weeks, we continued to hook up but I wouldn’t say either of us thought of it as dating. In fact, frequently we’d get together after the gym after work, fuck, and then go out to sushi or a restaurant after. It was effortless. We had an obvious attraction for each other, but we were not forcing things in to a “dating” or “relationship” box. We hooked up at work a few times – I’d go to his building or he’d come to mine, or we’d meet somewhere on campus. He’d also occasionally send me “dares” via instant message. “I dare you to piss in a coffee cup and then carry it around with you to meetings for the rest of the day” or “Go jerk off in the bathroom on to your hand and send me a picture of you eating it.” I completed all of the dares. It was nice to have a friend I had things in common with that I could be myself around and also have great sex with……………………………………………… ----------------------------- About three months after our first “date,” the company announced a special “bonus” for all employees – a full week paid week off. Different organizations would have different weeks, but Ethan and I would come to find out that our organizations had the same week assigned for our bonus week. We hadn’t talked the week prior to the “bonus week” because I think everyone was scrambling to get stuff done so we could enjoy the time off. I had planned on staying home, doing projects around the house, seeing family…. just relaxing. That became boring by Saturday mid-day when I got a call from Ethan. “What are you up to?” It was a beautiful late spring day, blue skies, warm but not hot. He invited me over to his house to have some drinks outside on the deck. He had a beautiful hose overlooking the water. I started to change clothes and was about to leave but stopped at the door and decided I should douche just in case. I didn’t think this was a bootie call but it’s better to be prepared than sorry. I got to Ethan’s and he opened the door and he walked towards me, wrapped his big arms around me, and lifted me off the ground and spun around on his front porch. He was in a very good high energy mood, and it was palpable. He made some vodka sodas and after a few rounds, shooting the shit, we both had a nice buzz. He came back with one more around and after setting them down walked behind my chair and started squeezing my shoulders repeatedly. His touch was firm and penetrating, but not painful. My body was already tingling. He then reached over further and ran both his hands down the front of my torso, continuing his hand all the down until he reached the waist of my jeans. The pressure of his hands was again firm and penetrating and I felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing else but to get naked and climb on to his dick. He stood back up and walked to his chair and sat down, looking over at me. “I really like that we can talk about all the things we talk about. I don’t get to do that with many people. They’re either freaked out, intimated, scared, or part of the ‘safe only’ crowd.” I could relate. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t even get to talk about stuff like this because half the time, people have already heard about me from someone else.” “So, you really like…?” (he listed out a bunch of the stuff we had talked about) “Yeah, really, I do. I wish I had more of it. Sometimes it’s hard enough to find someone to fuck without a condom, let alone piss on you…as an example.” “Totally. I just keep being up front about it and fuck the judgy assholes………so………how do you feel about like bondage, restraints, gags, things like that. I know we talked a little about it but are you in to it?” I told him how I had restraints, harnesses, gags, restraints myself but only rarely used them during longer fuck sessions. Ethan told me he liked using them as often as possible. “Can I show you something? Come with me and take a look at this.” We entered the house and walked into the living room. Tucked in to an alcove you wouldn’t see unless you stood in the living room (which I’d not done on previous visits) was this MASSIVE black trunk. It appeared to be covered in leather, had silver hardware and handles, and was just massive in size. At least two people could sit inside. Covered with embossed black leather with silver hardware and handles, filling the entire width of the alcove and approximately 4 feet tall. It was massive. It was a beautiful statement piece and was strangely very different than the rest of the furniture I’d seen at his house. “That thing is huge. Where did you get it?” He had purchased it when a famous hotel in New York had closed several years prior. It was one of the statement pieces they had in their lobby. He opened the trunk. I was speechless and stood there with my hand raised to cover my mouth, eyes wide trying to take in everything in front of me. Inside, and very neatly organized, were an array of all things “sex” - dildos, buttplugs, anal beads. All types of restraints and harnesses, ball gags, different types of rope, chains, locks. There was a thing I would learn was called "the humbler" which looked like a symmetrical paddle with a hole in the middle. There was some plastic tubing and a box shaped “bucket.” Nipple clamps, cockrings, ball stretchers. There was a control panel with dials and a cord next to a ziplock bag of smaller cords which I assumed had to be some fancy eStim device. It wasn't just like he had one of some of these items, he had multiple. And it was so meticulously organized. You probably couldn't go into a sex store and find as much inventory. We were standing side by side and he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “Whadya think?” He seemed genuinely excited to show it to me and hear my response. My eyes were wide because I was taking it all in, I had a grin on my face. I was impressed and said so to Ethan: "This is really fucking impressive. You have like EVERYTHING! And it's all so organized. All my gear is in a duffle back in the closet and every time you want anything you have to dump the whole bag out and scrounge around on the floor just to find a cockring! I'm jealous!" "Don't be jealous! (he switched gears really quick) I thought maybe we could carve out some time to work on our deliverables sometime this week even though we're not working. What do you have going on this week...anything?" "Not a damn thing - I don't want to do anything that I thought I would tackle so I'm probably just gonna watch TV and play XBOX." "So no family anything, no dates, no meet ups with friends?" (I remember thinking he was asking for a lot of specificity but it didn't alarm me...Ethan was a business analyst so his job is to probe for details. But the change in focus from sex toys to my week-off schedule was abrupt. In retrospect, I understood his interest for my full week’s schedule.) "Nope!" "Cool, well, you wanna have some fun and play with some of this shit. You cool with a little Dom/Sub action? I'll be the Dom since you don't know what half this shit is probably." "Fuck yeah! This is hot as fuck. Are you gonna fuck me full of cum again too? I want some more of that." "Hell yeah, trust me, you'll get plenty of cum." (to be continued .... as of the date of publication 12/27/2025 - 22 additional Parts have been written with a plan for 18 more)

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. I woke up laying in the fetal position, naked except for all of the gear. I was in the post-nap fog which was amplified by the fact that I was blindfolded and had no sense of time. I knew I had slept but had no idea how long. I knew there was a blanket laying over the back of the couch so I nuzzled it with my nose then used my mouth to bite it and pull it down on top of me. Between being locked in the Cage, eating food out of a dog bowl, and now using my mouth to bite on a blanket and pull it – these things by themselves made me feel for a moment that I actually was a dog...that I was Ethan and Jacob's pet. I had a wave of giddy happiness, like when a dog is pet, praised, and then given a bone. I was happy and comfortable laying on the couch, and I could tell I was going to fall back asleep. As I started to fall asleep, I thought briefly about what might be coming next and then stopped myself, recognizing it wasn’t worthwhile to try and predict what was coming next. I thought again about how well choreographed everything had been so far, and how both Jacob and the new guy all seemed to already know what was happening – they both entered the situation with no hesitation and seemed familiar to know that Ethan had a “Boy.” It felt planned and practiced, like a top tier Broadway play. It felt like they were doing this as a team together. I had organized sex parties before of varying sizes – some very successful, some not as much. But those parties were about combining the right group of compatible guys at the same time, nothing that required scripting and physical movement and anything other than lube, sexy toys, and porn. If they had planned this, they had already put in a lot of work for this to just be a 24-hour fuck session... The planning and orchestration demonstrated made me realize that the session was probably not ending tonight and maybe not even tomorrow night. That thought did not make me feel stressed or anxious. In fact, accepting it could be so made me relax. And with that, I fell asleep again. I woke up some time later and was surprised to find Ethan with his hand on my hip, rubbing me gently (like he was petting me). I could feel the presence of Jacob and the new person, and I imagined they were sitting in the two chairs on either end of the couch. There was a commercial playing on the TV, and after it ended, another commercial: "Coming up on King 5 at 11..." - it wasn't 11PM for sure, but they were teasing the 11PM broadcast of the news which meant it had to be later than the 5:30-6:30P evening broadcast, so it was sometime between 6:30P and 11PM. So, I had been there at minimum 5 hours and no more than 10. It was reassuring simply to understand how much time had elapsed. "Boy, do you need to use the restroom or clean up?" I realized at this exact moment that I still had the anal beads in my hole. I instantly felt them inside me and enjoyed the fullness of having them in me. FUCK! They had been in for enough time that it was probably good for me to go rinse off and shower. "Sir, may I take a shower please and remove the anal beads for now?" "Yes, boy. Let me take you to the shower." He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me on to my feet, gave me permission to walk to the shower with him, but grabbed me by the collar and more than gently pulled/dragged me the direction he wanted to go. We got into the bathroom and Ethan shut the door. He removed all the restraint gear including my blindfold, and even though all I could see was the bathroom, it was the first thing I had seen in hours, and I was a bit overwhelmed just trying to focus my eyes. The bathroom had nothing in it. No pictures or art. No clock. No window. It was weird to look around and see things again – not just imagine what might be in front of me. I also noticed how differently I moved while I was getting into the shower, compared to how I moved blindfolded – I moved somewhat cautiously and used my hands to find surfaces, much like I did blindfolded. "Be as quick as you can, we're just getting going." Ethan exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him. There was a Shower Shot installed. I stood under the water for a moment and just enjoyed the warmth of the water flowing over my body. I was waking up, energized from my nap. I began to remove the anal beads slowly, the first to come out is always the largest and most challenging. Bending over, I pulled slowly, feeling my hole stretch open to allow the ball to pass. I groaned loudly when it came out. Now unmuffled by the ball gag, I’m sure my Dominants all heard the sound I made. In the time I had been asleep, my hole had started to tighten again, making removing that first large ball incredibly intense. My dick was getting hard and I spent a few moments stroking my dick, something I had not done in quite a while. I removed the remainder of the anal beads slowly, one by one, each time pausing slowly to recover. Despite the fact they were decreasing in size, each one felt significant and the sensations were intense. My hole felt completely empty now that all the anal beads were removed. Empty in a way that I did not like and hoped wouldn’t last long. I reached my hands around while I was bent over and fingered my hole with both hands, put two fingers in from each hand and pulled my hole apart, and ran my fingers over the outside of my hole to see what it felt like. Progress had been made. This is the type of hole that belongs to a Submissive who’s being trained. I douched, then showered and dried off. Ethan had laid out all of the restraints on the counter neatly, and just as I stepped out of the shower, Ethan entered the bathroom. I then saw on the counter that all of the restraints had been laid out neatly on the counter. With the same precision and speed he demonstrated before, Ethan had all the restraints back on me in no time. It would have taken me five times as long to do what he did. There was one item missing, however – the ball gag. I hadn’t noticed but there was a new one that was on the counter. I looked at it and immediately noticed that it was the same as design as the ball gag, but instead of the ball, there was a small dildo and leather panel. The dildo wasn’t large enough to be used in your hole, but I was already anticipating how it might feel locked into your mouth. I had a feeling that despite its seemingly small size, this gag was not going to be a walk in the park. I was right. The curved shape of the dildo plus its size did exactly what Jacob's dick had done earlier – fill my mouth and then stop just show of going down your throat and causing you to choke. The base of the dildo was almost like a bite-guard which forced you to wrap your lips around it and then bite down. A leather panel covered the entirely of your mouth. Once on, I could breathe through my mouth, but it was more difficult. I had seen things like this online, but it was the first time I had ever experienced one. The last thing to go on was the blindfold. Ethan shoved two fingers in my still slightly wet hole and I heard him then suck on his fingers. He grabbed my arm and started walking me towards the living room. As we were walking, I had a fleeting thought that – as much as I had enjoyed the shower and being able to see -- I actually enjoyed how I felt with all of my gear. I felt comfortable walking in to the room, looking this way, feeling this way. For all I knew there could be even more people in the living room waiting, but I wasn’t worried about that. My gear was starting to become an armor of sorts. I was walking into the room feeling proud for what I’d already done and excited for what was to come. “I am Boy” I thought, wanting to grin but blocked by the gag. I am Boy…I AM Boy! "Boy, kneel!" I dropped to my knees and Jacob came up behind me, pushing my torso forward until my face touched the ground. He maneuvered my arms inside my legs and moved my body position until my wrists and ankles were next to each other. I was tucked in to a tight “ball" shape and had no support for my torso, so my head rest on the ground. Jacob attached all the chains, including connecting my wrists to my ankles. “Try to move, Boy” I grunted agreement and then tried to move. I could move slightly in any direction but most important, any attempt to move my body forward and pull away from whatever or whoever was using my hole was stopped by the chains and the restraints. I was able to lift my head up off the floor and sit up slightly, but otherwise, could not stop my hole from getting used. "Boy has got a nice hole. We’re off to a good start, Boy, but we need to get you prepared. This hole has a lot of potential but you’re not winning any trophies yet. You want to be the best don’t you, Boy?” Jacob sounded happy and excited, but also serious. I grunted again, nodding my head in agreement. Jacob rubbed his fingers over the outside of my hole and just barely pushed a few fingers in then pulled out. I could feel his face get close to my hole, I could feel his breath. He then blew on the outside of my hole a few times, making it quiver and tingle. He finished by spitting on my hole as I heard someone else walk towards us. It was the new guy: "I gotta fuck that hole open for you guys. You know I like them worked over. Boy, you ready to make this a Grade A cumhole that guys will remember?" My grunting sounded ridiculous at this point. I heard the sounds of Ethan’s shoes on the floor, walking closer to where we were. He must have gotten behind me and in front of Jacob, because he landed two hard slaps, one on each ass cheek. I groaned as loudly as I had up to this point, the sting radiating through my body. I am sure there were red hand marks left. I was enjoying the escalation of intensity I was experiencing. It felt challenging, but considered and thoughtful – they were pushing me hard and aggressively, but not so far or too fast that I wouldn’t be able to go the distance. If we were already at this point, how much further would we be by tomorrow at this time? My dick got hard thinking of the possibilities. One of the people behind me backed away, and I heard the electric-din of a TV turning on. Immediately, I could hear the sounds of a gay porn. I could tell from the sounds it was a gang-bang scene. Yes, I’ve watched enough porn to know that from the audio alone. Whoever was left behind me at this point pumped out some additional lube and rubbed the cool gel all over my hole, fingering it in once again. At the same time that was happening, it must have been someone else who was reaching underneath me to pull and yank on my dick and balls. Yes, it was two people – I could feel at least three hands, but I honestly didn’t know whose hands they were. "Let's flip him, go grab that towel." That was Jacob. I can hear a towel being shaken open to my left, closer to the area rug and coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Jacob and another person picked me up from either side, lifted me and rolled me to my back, and placed me on top of the towel. They must both be very strong, because they seemed to flip me around and move me like I was a turkey being moved from one pan to the other. Someone got behind me, up to my hole, and put their dick on my hole. “Nah, he’s too low to the ground. We can’t fuck him like this. What if we put him on the ottoman?” I was not consulted but my opinion didn’t matter. Someone brought over the ottoman and within moments, the towel was removed from underneath me and I was lifted up from the ground and on to the ottoman. “Fuck yeah! That’s perfect!” said the new guy. I could imagine what it must have looked like – my body compacted tightly into a ball, ass and hole exposed, on top of the ottoman waiting for whatever was coming my way. The hands from earlier that had been pulling on my dick and balls started to do so again. I was moaning and feeling incredible. I heard another pump of lube and again my hole was lubricated, right before I felt the tip of someone’s dick right at the center of my hole. With the sound of the porno playing and my dick and balls being pulled on, I wondered if they were going to go hard or ease me into what was next. I let out a sigh and then took a breath – it wasn’t easy breathing deeply with the dildo gag in my mouth. FAAAAHUUUCK! I got my answer as to how they’d start with my breeding. In seconds, whoever’s dick had gone from just outside my hole to balls deep, buried so fast and so deep I screamed – though you couldn’t tell due to the gag. It was the most unrelenting and unapologetic way I’ve ever been entered by someone in my life. I could not believe how intense it was. Thankfully, whoever it was kept their dick buried in me for a moment to let me get used to the girth at the base of his dick. I could tell that this must be the new guy. The base of his dick felt different than both Ethan and Jacob’s. As I had this realization, Ethan asked the new guy “how does our Boy feel?” “So fucking good!” the new guy responded. Jacob responded with “Fuckin’ A…loved fucking our Boy’s hole. Enjoy. Oh…Boy…by the way, the dick inside of you right now belongs to our friend Alex. He’s just like you, me, Ethan… and just so you know, Alex and I have been really looking forward to meeting our new Boy.” “Hi Boy, we’re going to make sure you get really well trained and used. Does my dick feel good in you right now? Can’t wait to give you my load and mark you.” Alex spoke to me for the first time directly. I grunted and shook my head and briefly tightened my hole muscles around Alex’s dick Alex let out a low guttural moan and then began fucking me with long, medium speed strokes. I think his dick must be longer than Ethan and Jacob’s because when he would push all the way in, I definitely felt it more and would moan loudly. My back arched and I focused on relaxing my muscles. I could feel sweat form on my forehead and just as I had hoped for, my hole felt filled again I was opening up for Alex, but as Alex promised, he was going to work me hard. He pulled all the way out, then shoved his dick all the way in, over and over and over again, each time ravaging my hole and making me go insane. Every stroke in he had to blast through my hole and into my guts. I moaned loudly, though no one could really hear the intensity of my screams muffled by the gag. It felt amazing. He continued this as we both got louder and louder. My guts felt absolutely filled with his dick. He then pulled out and replaced his dick with his fingers, starting with three from each hand, pulling my hole apart in both directions. Alex wanted to see a slutty gaped hole, and he was going to do his best to get one. "How's it going in there?" Alex yelled towards the kitchen, I think. "Almost done" replied either Ethan or Jacob, I couldn't tell. I could hear what sounded like the Cage moving but beyond that, my brain was overwhelmed with sensation, and I was unable to really isolate any one thing. Alex had his dick in me again, except this time when he shoved it into me, I could tell the work on my hole had paid off. I was able to consume his dick with less effort, while enjoying it just as much. He began fucking me at normal speed, always making sure to get as deep as possible. The same set of hand as before was back and had reached under me and grabbed my dick and balls, pulling both forward. Ethan entered the room and said, “Fuck yeah, how’s his hole? You get some good work done? He’s gonna need to be ready for later.” Later? I wonder what’s later. I’ve already had three dicks in me, plenty of fingers, toys. If my hole needed even more of a warmup, whatever was coming had to be big. “It looks fucking great, it feels fucking great, he’s getting there.” Jacob had let go of my balls and dick and moved behind me, next to Alex. I groaned in agreement, but I don’t know if they could hear me or cared. Alex kept fucking me. I was feeling that awesome feeling that bottoms love - the fullness of having a dick in your hole and the anticipation of getting a nice fat load shot inside. If I didn't have the gag in my mouth, I'd have been begging for his cum. He kept going for several more minutes and then he started to go a bit faster, moan a little faster, and Alex said, "I'm going to cum in your hole. I'm gonna cum in your fucking hole Boy." Balls deep with one last stroke he buried his dick all the way and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his hot cumload hitting the insides of my hole while his dick pulsated inside of me. He kept thrusting forward, trying to make sure he was as deep as he could be. He laid forward, the weight of his torso crushing me slightly. He thrust into me again pushing as deep into me as possible while his dick continued to pulse. He was shaking, I was shaking, I could feel the sweat on my forehead, I could feel my hole twitch. It had been worked open quite a bit more and was continuing to progress from tight asshole to loose cumdump. He began to slowly pull out. "You keep your hole wrapped tight around my dick while I pull out. That seed is staying up inside you. You don’t let go of a single drop" I made another grunting sound. Jacob and Ethan at this point made no comment or sounds and so I wasn't sure if they'd left the room and if so, when. The timeline was getting fuzzy. "Alex, can you get him un-tied and on to his feet or do you need help?" "Nope, I got it." Before untying me, he grabbed another plug (different from the one before). I could hear the lube pump and then the tip of the plug touched my hole. He began pushing the plug inside of my hole, allowing it to first break through and then removing it. He then in three pushes managed to insert the plug fully, the base resting against the outside of my hole. I would have screamed without the gag – my hole had been taking a beating, the last of which ended mere moments ago. Beyond that, this plug seemed unusual. It didn’t feel particularly large or particularly lengthy. But the intensity of feeling when inserted all the way was more than I expected. Alex got me on me on my feet and walked me across the room into the kitchen. When we walked into the kitchen, I could feel the presence of Ethan and Jacob. "I can't wait to fuck Boy's hole again. I thought you said he was a cumdump. That shit feels tighter than a cumdump should be. I did my best but it’s time to work him the fuck out." Alex said, then "I'm out, gotta get back home but I'll be back. Text me later. See you guys soon." Alex grabbed my dick and pulled on it, slapped it, slapped me gently on the ass, and said "Good start, Boy. But you got a lot more to do.” I just stood there for a second and wasn't sure what was next. A few moments later, my harness was removed and not replaced, the leather blindfold was replaced with another blindfold made of something that left slick and synthetic. I still was unable to see anything at all. The dildo gag was replaced with something different as well. It was much easier to breathe with the new gag. It had a similar “bite grip” at the base, but the gag itself felt like an open tube which extended out from my face, then back in to my mouth, stopping before my throat. It kept my mouth open the same way. The ankle and wrist restraints were also removed and as they were being taken off, Ethan said, "This is your first opportunity to show you can control yourself. You need to maintain your body positions as if the restraints are still on. So, if we position you a certain way, it's your job to keep your body that way." "Yes, sir!" (which sounded more like I was gurgling mouthwash than saying words) "It's time for your next lesson, Boy. Jacob, do you think he's ready for this?" I tried to make an agreeable and enthusiastic sound. "Probably not but I'm betting on the Boy." Jacob said, both of them laughing again while they left me there standing, naked. I could hear things moving around in the kitchen where I was standing but also in the living room. I had no idea what was being moved, and I had no idea why. I stood there salivating over the thought of having Alex's load in my hole, the second person that day that had been inside me who I had never seen. I felt really good and just kept hoping there were more loads to come...many many many more loads.

Author's Note 1: 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. Authors Note 2: While writing The Trunk and the Cage, I reached about this point where I started to recognize there was a strong emotional connection forming between myself and both Ethan and Jacob, and to a smaller degree Alex. Within these first five or so hours, there had been small moments where I think we all sensed it. It's not like the Dominants stopped being Dominant, or I stopped being the Submissive - but there were microscopic moments where that connection would show up. None of us discussed this particular emotional part of the experience until after the event was over, but when we did discuss, realized we had all been feeling the same things. As I wrote the remainder of the chapters, I felt that inserting an emotional connection point early on in the shower would start to demonstrate the connection they were feeling, in a way that couldn't be done while describing the event itself. This chapter contains no sex. I hope you, reader, began to sense the emotional connection between Ethan, Jacob, and the Boy, including how they supported each other and found joy in each other's company. The following dialog occurred almost entirely between Ethan and Jason. Jacob was in the room observing. ---------------------------- "Boy, how’re you doing? I'm going to take the gag and blindfold off for just a minute. I want you to stay looking straight ahead. Don’t turn your head in any direction. Do not look around the room or anywhere unless I tell you to. I’m going to ask you questions and you can answer freely." Ethan brought me back to an alert state. "Sir, this is incredible. I’m overwhelmed, but that’s a terrible word because I mean overwhelmed in the very best way. I feel like my senses are heightened, sir. I think something about being blindfolded and not being able to see has made me have extra awareness. When you took the blindfold off in the bathroom, I think I might have been able to move more confidently blindfolded than with my sight restored.” I was getting excited being able to speak openly and show my gratitude for the experience. I took a deep breath trying to organize my thoughts. I didn’t want to waste this opportunity to speak freely. “I like how strong you all are in how you handle me. It’s aggressive, powerful, and firm. I don’t feel like you’re taking it easy on me, you’re challenging me, but you’re not trying to break me. I feel well taken care of sir, and safe.” Jacob was standing just on the periphery of my line of site, and I saw he had a small grin on his face, presumably from the effusive word-vomit phrase I was spewing at him and Ethan. “It's weird not knowing what's happening or what time it is or what comes next or how long this is going to last, but I’m looking forward to it, Sir. Oh! And I have more than gotten used to all the gear, and I actually really like it. I was thinking earlier when we left the shower that I felt like I had my “armor” on. Thank you both for including me, Sirs.” Ethan looked satisfied but didn’t reveal much of an emotional response to what I had said. "Good Boy. I know we talked about limits as well as non-negotiable no-go activities. We're about to start coming up on some of those limits. Both Jacob and I have the same extremely high limits and very few no-go activities. You have high limits, too and few restrictions.” On one hand, the fact that we were all compatible with regard to limits and activities was reassuring we could have fun together, but on the other hand, it meant there really weren’t any guardrails to contain the action that would happen next. Ethan continued. “We all like watersports. We don’t mind fucking around with random anonymous guys. We like toys and gear. You have not and will not use a condom like Jacob, I’m flexible if a bottom or top demands. You want as many of the loads available inside your hole. I think we’re all beginning to understand each other more and more and that will continue. Do you remember your safe word, Boy?" "Yes sir. Dishwasher sir." I briefly tried to glance at the dishwasher, it happened automatically, and Ethan caught it the second it standard to happen. "NO NO BOY!! Eyes right here, like I told you." "Sorry Sir." "So, like I said, we're gonna start pushing some limits, some of them over and over. It's going to be very overstimulating in a lot of ways, and like you said, with the blindfold on, you're probably going to experience things differently than the blindfold were off. I imagine some of these things you’ve one before, but they may feel different this time. That's why the sense and sound can be so important to you. Can you imagine in your head what me, Alex, and Jacob all smell like individually, Boy?" I sat there for a second and thought of it, and honestly, I could smell both Ethan and Jacob in the room, and I could think about Alex and smell him too. It was almost like an image in my brain, but the image made a smell. In my black space I could see in my mind, each of their smells were a different shape and color and when I focused on Ethan’s shape, I could smell him. Sounds crazy, I know. "Sir, I think so. I did notice that you all smelled masculine, clean, and any fragrance you all had was extremely light. All of you smelled very different but I don’t think I would have noticed the difference outside of having the blindfold on and feeling amplified in this experience, Sir.” "Good Boy. Do you remember what my dick felt like inside of your hole? Do you remember what Jacob's felt like inside of your mouth?" "I do, sir. They are different shapes and thicknesses. About the same length, I think, but Jacob's head is slightly larger. Your dick is more round at the shaft and Jacob's is slightly flat top and bottom." "Interesting. Those are very good observations. Tell me some other things you’ve observed." (He asked Jacob to go to the living room and mute the porno.) "Do you recall any interesting sounds that you heard while you have been here, whether it was really quiet like now, or when we had the TV on, or when you were getting fucked?" I thought for a second...I had noticed a lot of sounds, but I hadn’t really thought about any patterns I’d seen. "Sir, when it's quiet, there's a really faint electrical buzz that comes from where the TV is. When I was in Welcome position by the door, there was a "ticking" sound like a clock coming from the dining room, I think. But I don’t remember seeing a block and a dining room would be an odd place to have a clock. I don’t know what the ticking sound is.” “When I was in the cage in the kitchen and you left, I remember two things. There was a really faint "whoosh" sound that happened every so often...every couple of minutes that sounded like it was coming from a pipe under the sink. And the screen door to the back yard was left open, so I could clearly hear the planes that flew overhead. I think that's all, sir. Oh, there's a floorboard that creaks going from the living room to the kitchen, closer to the right side if you're walking in to the kitchen. That's all, sir." "That's fucking awesome, Boy. Keep paying attention to those sounds and anything new you observe, and if you still hear them when it's noisier or if you hear different things. It may be quite a bit noisier here soon." Ethan continued, "Boy, you did good. And now it's time to go back to being my Submissive and my Pet. I just want to say one last thing which is, the reason these things are all important - smell, shape, sound, touch - is because you are going to continue to be blindfolded most of the time. And when you are asked to do certain things, you may need to learn to find your way using your other senses. “You may also need to find me, Jacob, or Alex, and by moving around, you may be able to pick up on our smell if you need help or assistance or water or whatever. Knowing how our dicks feel and soon taste is going to be important because we are not the only three people that are going to be inside of you moving forward." "Cumdumps like you sometimes get a bad name in certain circles, and sometimes you make fun of yourselves for not caring what dick you're getting. 'No dick refused, no loads refused.' It's so fucking hot you're like that, and I am too and so are Jacob and Alex. And this is the least 'helpful' thing to be learned here, but I want you to notice how you may begin to see how different things feel different when they are used to fuck your holes.” "Thank you, sir." He put the blindfold back down over my eyes and the gag back into my mouth and playfully smacked me across the face with one hand while pulling on the chain connecting the nipple clamps with the other. He pulled repeatedly and released, increasing the strength of each pull and my dick got hard fast. He smacked my dick hard and then yanked on my balls - the cock ring and ball stretcher were still on. It had only been about 5 hours (I wasn't sure) of being in this bizarre situation with someone I knew as a friend, and two people I had never met before. In some ways, I was totally vulnerable but strangely, after what had just transpired with these guys, I felt a sense of safety, an established and deepening sense of trust, and I was really excited about what was going to come next. "The Boy is ready for the next step," Ethan said, smacking my dick hard one last time before walking out of the room. “Boy, you know how I just said how all of us like watersports? It’s time to deepen that relationship.”