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When I sat down to begin writing the story of the 6-days I spent as the Submissive to three Dominants ( as well as many others who would come and go throughout that time), I honestly thought it was going to be as easy as the other stuff I’ve written. Even those write-ups/stories I did very close to the end of things happening, my memories of this time back in 2010 felt strong enough to me that I felt I could write about them reliably. It was only after I began thinking back and trying to walk myself through the weeks/months leading up to it, and the short time I cover after it occurred, that I realized how much I had not thought about in a long time, and how vivid those memories because so quickly once I started to jog my memory. It felt almost like I was there again, in those rooms, wearing the gear, feeling, smelling, touching… If you read the Sorrowful Author’s Note, you’ll know that the only three people knowledgeable about everything that went on, including the planning, cannot be contacted – two died, and one disappeared himself (my belief). So I had no one I could contact to validate my memory, which was inherently different because 1) I couldn’t see most of the time, 2) I had no idea what was happening moment to moment and 3) as a central role as the only Sub, my experience was inherently different than everyone else. I think my different experience and the loss of three friendships afterwards caused me to bury this a little bit. Anyway, I wanted to make sure that I was telling this story, documenting my approaches, testing my memory, and being forthright when I just didn’t know something. The following outlines some of the approaches I took in writing this that helped me make sure I was a reliable storyteller for you, the reader. Hope you enjoy, Boy WRITING PRINCIPLES & GUARDRAILS: “The Trunk and the Cage” takes place in 2010, over 15 years ago. only other primary characters who can corroborate, refute, or clarify what’s written are either dead or disappeared. As I began to write, I knew I had to establish some “ground rules” for how I would portray the event. I had some questions I knew would come up. How would I deal with things that were unclear to me because of my role in the event? How would I convey dialog – much more than what I wrote was said, but how would I choose what to include and what not to? Was I comfortable with telling a story with so many others involved, three of whom I knew closely, without them checking me? I used the following principles as tests against writing to ensure that this was a piece of historical event-based storytelling versus a complete work of fiction: 1. Use of “best memory” standard – similar to the legal “best evidence” rule. The story as told here reflects the events and communications that took place to my best recollection. Where unsure, I record this in the writing with phrases like “I don’t remember” or “I don’t know.” I believe what is written is a true telling of my perspective on this event, to the best of my recollection. 2. Added details to support sexual storytelling – no one measured each other’s dicks; I don’t know people’s exact heights or weights. Some of the gear and toys I never saw, only felt, so I make some assumptions based on what I’ve seen since and my other senses. Some details have been added based on my best guess of reality and making all attempts to avoid exaggeration. 3. Describing the other participants – in recounting these parts of the story, I have no way of identifying these people, even as “the white guy with short hair” or “the black dude wearing the blue sweater.” I could not see anything. When important I’ll do my best to distinguish these other participants. There were plenty of times where other than my three Doms, I couldn’t tell if it was one person (e.g.) fucking me, then a different person, or the same person again. 4. Acceptance of 1-party point of view – it is impossible for me to bring back Jason (Ethan) and Jacob from beyond the grave to speak about this experience, and as I note in the Author’s Note, I’ve attempted to reach out to Alex throughout the years and have never been able to find him. There is no way for me to confirm my 1st party account with anyone else. Understanding how lack of corroboration can make stories or reports less trusted, I’ve accepted that whether people believe this to be true and accurate, or if they don’t, I’m still happy for the work that I did. 5. Dialog – to the best of my memory, much of what is written as dialog in the story is similar to what the various conversations were through the days. It would be impossible for me to remember these conversations exactly, but as I wrote the chapters I was able to go back in my mind and remember certain phrases, ways each of the people involved spoke (things they’d say frequently, their tone), I remember “Boy” being used a lot. It is impossible for me to remember all this, but the various conversational interludes were significant because I wasn’t spoken to very often so times when there were conversations were significant. 6. Descriptions of Physical Environment – Because I was blindfolded the majority of the time, it’s impossible for me to say exactly how things looked or were positioned. I know what the layout of the floor of the house looked like and where furniture and other items were. For the “events” I was often led around if there were changes made to the house and told what had changed. But I never saw it. For the purposes of the story, I wrote based on my other senses and the descriptions given to me during walkthroughs. RECURRING ELEMENTS / THEMES / ETC There is a separate post which overviews the main characters of the story, including myself, the Dominants, the Others, etc. This section deals with how I approached some other “characters” in the story – like time, the role of sensory deprivation, the parties, the “structure” of the days, etc. Early on, even on Day 1, I had a strong sense already that this had been planned and orchestrated with great detail. It didn’t feel like it wasn’t flexible or fluid, though I’m sure some things like the parties had to be centered around a start and end time. But I did get the sense that the sequence of events, what needed to happen, who was responsible, and how it would get done were very well thought through. It was about Day 3 when I started to really feel like I had a sense of what was happening in which order, even though the “what” constantly changed. So, to that end, the planning and orchestration is probably another character that deserves to be discussed, but I was not privy to any of it and have no information to share. That will have to be a mystery. SENSORY DEPREVATION – VISION I will continue to reflect on the important role this played. It’s one thing to close your eyes for a short period of time, like when playing Hide-N-Go-Seek. It’s another entirety to have completely blacked out vision for hours at a time while in an environment you’re not controlling and unsure of what to expect. I truly believe this is what makes the memories so tangible and real to me even to this day – my other senses filled in the gaps my blindness left behind, and in many ways made the experience more vivid. Except for maybe a total of 1 hour during the course of 6 days, I was blindfolded by heavy duty dark out blindfolds. Even when not blindfolded, I was faced towards a wall or corner and told not to look around. This played a significant role in my experience: 1. Spatial orientation – initially, I was completely unable to navigate any space without holding on to a wall. This lessened as time went on. The space would change daily, however, and I wasn’t able to see how things had changed, rather I was given a verbal walk through of the space and had to re-figure it out. 2. Sense of Day or Night – I was unable to see if it was daylight or nighttime. And also, being without a clock, the passage of time wasn’t guessable because I simply couldn’t tell how much light (or dark) was in the sky. 3. Identification – though not as critical for me, my inability to identify any characteristics of the anonymous gusts or randoms gave me no information at all. Also, there were objects, toys, gear that I never saw either. In some cases, I could distinguish items or the material it was made of – metal feels one way, plastic and other synthetics have their own feel, leather has a unique tactile quality as well. I cannot be absolutely sure that I’m right, though, because I never saw many things. Eliminating my ability to see created significant challenges initially. It also caused me to increase the use of my hearing, touch, and smell to offset what I did not get via visual stimulus. I also believe that the reason my memories of this experience are so vivid is because they are not based on the “cheap trick” of sight. When we use sight to form the memory, it is because the most powerful by default. When you record memory based on multiple additional senses integrated to form the memory, it inherently is more powerful. SENSORY DEPREVATION – TIME Awareness of what time it is, how much time has elapsed, the expected duration of activities … these play a considerable role in our experiences on a day-to-day basis. Depriving me of my sense of sight meant that I could not see if it was daytime or nighttime, nor could I see any clocks if there were any. This created a weird mental morphing of time. Some short duration things felt long, some long duration things felt short. There was a general sense to the beginning, middle, and end of each day. · Morning to Mid-Day: Each day began with Boy being moved to the shower to receive the piss from the Dominants as they began their day. This was followed by breakfast. · Mid-Day: Another meal, followed by “free play” where I was allowed to stand upright and move around the living room. I then took a nap in my cage or on the couch. · Evening to Late Night Bed: Boy was prepared for the party of the evening including preparing any gear, toys, or accessories needed. · After Party to Bed: Boy was relieved of his party specific duties and gear, allowed to wash himself, and prepare for bed. The Dominants and Boy would then frequently watch some TV on the couch until Boy was put to bed. Throughout, there were structured training sessions, physical training, hypnosis, additional sensory deprivation, training with various sexual implements, and other activities chosen by the Dominants. Visits by the Randoms also occurred throughout this time. REINFORCING THE TRAINING – THE PARTIES Every night, the Dominants hosted an invite-only theme-based event which included 5 to 7 (my guess) anonymous guests, who the Dominants had somehow selected. Each night’s party had a theme. Night one, for example, was about watersports. Night 4 was fisting. The final night was “anything goes.” You can read about them as they unfold. Each day’s training, as well as the cumulative impact of the prior days training, were meant to prepare the Boy for that night’s party. For the fisting party, as an example, that day’s training focused on full insertion of the hand in to the Boy, and finding any additional ways to make progress by that night. The previous days training had focused on his stretching and elasticity, and his mental focus to loosen his hole muscles. The Boy arrived at the event a very inexperienced fisting bottom – it would not have been possible for him to arrive at the fisting “party” and take a first at all without the prior days training. All that is to say that, all of the training throughout the days led me to be able for the parties, and the parties increased in challenge in so much as it wasn’t just about an unfamiliar or intense activity (heavy watersports, which requires little physical training) as being fisted – where I needed to have worked on mental and physical conditioning prior. The one question I have that will never be answered though – if I hadn’t been ready on Night 4 for the fisting party – if things hadn’t gone to plan, what would have happened? Would they have changed the theme (presumably the guests were interested in fisting and may not be interested in something else)? Would they have cancelled the event entirely? Would they have forced me to endure (I don’t think so)? I don’t know what contingency planning they had built in. I felt very comfortable with each of the parties and when I learned what the night’s focus was going to be, I felt confident in my ability to play my role. The only thing I found lingering in my brain over and over was simply that I didn’t know who the other people were that I was having the “party” with – and I never will. I give great credit to Jason, Jacob and Alex though – however they selected these people, it was a low drama and comfortable experience. (With the exception of the first night where there was a little issue that got corrected.) REGARDING PHOTO / VIDEO ARTIFACTS The Dominants were insistent with other participants that no phones be allowed in the house during the event, and I believe either Alex and Jacob were responsible for briefly frisking people and they were vigilant about monitoring my surroundings. Therefore, I don’t believe any photos were taken. I also don’t believe that Jason, Jacob, or Ethan took photos of me at any point, though in our consent conversation I told them I was okay with it, just as long as it was only them, and we reviewed them together and only under mutual agreement would we share them. In our debrief dinner, nothing about any photos or videos were discussed. Beyond that, in 2010, camera phones that could do both pics and vid did exist, but the quality of the images was poor if not shot under the most ideal conditions – and these were not those conditions. Moreover, most people did not back up to the cloud so lots of photos got lost, and social media was new enough there weren’t really any places to share anything other than texting. So my belief is that even if some pics/vids of those nights existed, they are probably now long-gong digital dust. SAFETY & USE OF SUBSTANCES: · Any time there was anyone else but Jason, Jacob, and Alex in the house with me, all three were present if not by my side, within very short distance. · Safer Sex / STIs / HIV: We discussed this both during the Consent discussion prior to the event starting as well as after. We all agreed that this would be a condom-free event, but Others/Randoms could use a condom if they wanted. There were no condoms used. There was no screening for status for STIs or HIV, though I cannot imagine that the Dominant’s – however they selected these people – didn’t favor a less risky group. The point was not about STI or HIV acquisition. To my knowledge, none of us got an STI/HIV originating from this event. · There were no drugs or alcohol used during the entire event by me or the Dominants. I cannot be sure whether the Others or the Randoms may have used substances prior to arriving, though Jason did confirm with me that they had made it clear that the organizers and the sub would be drug and alcohol free and they’d prefer participants also be. · I was told there was one other person who did not participate in the event and was not aware of the events details. This person had regular check-in times at the beginning and end of the day, as well as a couple of times during the party. One of the Dominants had to respond within 10 minutes with some confirmation that all was well, and if they did not, this person would call the cops and report suspicion of foul play. I did not witness this, but Jason told me they had planned for a bad act contingency. THE DOMINANTS AND MY CONFIDENTIALITY: I was assured and I believe it to be true that the Dominants took my confidentiality extremely seriously, as well as their own. We all had the same employer, so to burn me through this process would endanger all of us. During group events which included more than the Dominants and me, everyone wore masks to obscure faces. They were not full blackout hoods, so if a participant knew one of us closely, they may have been able to identify us even with the mask in place. Invites were all electronic but may have initially been discussed face to face by the Dominants with the person being invited. My face was fully obscured in the electronic invite and the words “attractive, successful young professional” next to my blacked-out face. There was not, at the time, a way of limiting forwarding of emails to other individuals by the person being invited, even though the invite specifically stated it could not be forwarded and the invite was awarded only to the person the invite had been addressed. I did not share any information about the overarching co-event or the individual evening events. I could not have. I didn’t know it existed prior to being at the event site and learning from Jason the exact nature of what was going to happen if I agreed to the conditions. At that point, I had no access to a mobile for or internet for the duration of the experience. The Dominants all emphatically stated they did not violate our understanding of maintaining confidentially and the parameters surrounding how the event details were shared, including who the Submissive or other Dominants were. As mentioned above, I had no ability to do so as I was not aware until my communication ties had already been cut. Confidential Oddities: The Dominants reported no instances of weird remarks or other indicators that may indicate confidentiality had been broken. We discussed briefly after the event had concluded and before I departed what had occurred with the watersports event, evolving from an invite-only event to a somewhat open-door free-for-all. (This was corrected for the next days and all subsequent events. I had five instances of things said to me during the events that in some cases I found curious and in other cases off-putting at minimum and concerning or alarming and worst. The comments I recall clearly are: · “Hey J, looks like you’re living life.” Low worry: I wrote this off as me mishearing what he said. Maybe he said “Hey G” or something else. Very few people call me “J” as a nick name, none of whom were the person in question. · “Good to see this side of you, who knew?” Moderate worry: This implied to me that they had seen “the other side of me” – or the day to day, professional, guy out in the world, not a person at an invite only sex party. Or it could imply that they had enough information to identify me outside, meaning in some way I had been identified as the Submissive. · “You know you know who I am. Or you will when I’m inside you.” High worry: To begin with, this person leaned very close to my ear to whisper this, far closer than others had when they said things. Second, they had a kind of creepy, mean, evil voice that also felt like a voice I had heard before. Third, the words imply that I would be able to identify them based on the feeling of having their dick inside me and the tone of the message is one that seemingly wishes to intimidate me. I initially wrote it off because just earlier, Ethan and Jacob and I had discussed taking anonymous dick and how gay bottoms will sometimes say things like “I don’t’ care what dick it is” implying that they are all the same. I asked Ethan and Jacob if they had spoken about this to any of the party guests, and they both said absolutely not, especially because it wasn’t relevant to that party’s purpose. This also reminded me of the one time when I was having anonymous sex at home and the guy who brought his friend began choking me while having sex, not playfully, but with the intent to harm or kill. It was only his friend’s intervention that stopped things. It could be the same person, who is someone I worked with at Microsoft, but this seemed like a huge leap for him to go out of his way to get to this party. · “I’ll see you later after this whole thing is over.” Medium worry: Again, there was a sense from the words that this person planned or expected to find me in public either accidentally (in which case they make the assumption they could identify me without the mask) or; that they knew who I was and we frequented similar locations, etc. I could not identify him, nor did he look familiar in any way based on what I was able to see. · “Does your mom know that you’re doing this?” Low worry: This is kind of a generic riff on a shame or worry inducing statement used in multiple arenas. Assuming this was not about me specifically, it’s just an asshole statement to make who someone how is sitting in front of you naked, covered in piss, and being used by a bunch of men. At the worst, what exactly would he say? There was no photography allowed, and camera phones were not even a thing, so was he going to run to my mother and say, “I saw Jason covered and filled with piss at this party I was at.” My mom: “And what party was that.” He burns himself and provides his own proof of attendance but cannot provide any corresponding proof that I was, in fact, the person he saw at this party. The most alarming to me was “You know you know who I am. Or you will when I’m inside you.” It left me with a strange impression that I may have dated or slept with this person before, and that they had some type of negative feeling about that engagement and were attempting to intimidate me.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 13 PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE THIRD OF THREE ! Installment number Thirteen of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Again, see my intro to part 11 for more of a summation of parts 1 - 10. So in 11 our crowd met up at the Dance Party, then headed to the Cassie and Doug's hotel room for their gangbang. It started well, but I wound up loosing my temper at a guy who kept trying to physically push me around and denigrate me, things I don't allow. 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! So Kieran, Charlie and I took Doug over to Jimmy's home play room, so each of the newbies could be in a sling (and the str8 fucking and gay fucking would be seperate). Cassie is only heard on cam in this, we don't focus on her, this is about the sex with the males of the group. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me! SUNDAY 2A.M. – SUGGESTIONS AND SURPRISES So newbie Doug was being thoroughly rogered by Roger, his moans still interspersed with a few mutters of “ouch” and puffs of breath, and I was still on my back with someone riding my dick cowboy style and Max above me as I rimmed his hole. From the screen Doug’s girlfriend (and Jimmy’s niece) Cassie’s squeaks and cries had gone sliding up the scale, getting more high-pitched and piercing as she apparently crested an orgasmic wave, only to be followed by a deep voice yelling, “Here it cum, here it cum, take that man’s load bitch, knocking you up with my jizz girl!”. This intruded on my thoughts, and I was hoping the girl was on birth control pills! Things continued for another minute or two, before we heard Cassie’s voice from the screen, “Mmmm… look at you taking that big fat dick, you’re a slut for dick just like I am, aren’t you baby doll? Gonna’ want it all the time? That’s so hot!” Except for Roger still fucking it seems the rest of us in Jimmy’s playroom had paused to look at the TV showing the gang in the hotel room with Cassie now sitting up with two of the men of color that I didn’t already know sitting standing on either side of her. In the background I could make out Jimmy, Vice, and Brendon’s father. Lou briefly appeared to provide a bong and torch to the central three. Taking a big rip, the co-ed exhaled and called to her boyfriend. “So how many loads have you taken, sweetie?” From the sling, Doug muzzily called back, “None, I think, someone came on my belly..” “None? None at all? I’ve got seven in me so far, what are you waiting for baby? Don’t you want to be my trashy cumslut? I would so love that…” “Is that what you want man?” Roger asked the kid he was grinding in and out of. “Your girl wants you to take my load.” “uh huh,” was the dazed response and Roger began to really pummel young Doug. Damn, the manipulative little Cassie’s competitive attitude was taking this up a notch, for her, so long as she was on the pill taking those loads probably wouldn’t matter as most of those str8 guys were likely to be neg. Of course Lou and Vice were both poz - Lou from sex, Vice from shared needles when younger – but I knew Vice hadn’t cum in her and didn’t think Lou had either. But the boyfriend she was goading to take loads WAS playing with guys who were all poz didn’t she get that? Intending to go over and whisper in Roger’s ear, I disengaged and started to rise just as Roger started grunting and growling and shouted, “there it is slut, there’s your first load! I’m breeding you like you want.” “That was so hot, honey. You look like such a nasty whore taking that load, and you want more right? Lots more?” Cassie purred. Doug’s only response was a muted “um” since Joey had inserted a pipe stem into the kids mouth and was torching up the bowl. “Have you taken one in each end yet?” the manipulative girl continued. “You gotta try it, seriously, babe, it would be so hot to see you with two dicks at once… being a total slut for dick… when we get back to school we could have 4 guys over to take each of us front and back… whores for dick together… won’t you do that for me?” As his girlfriend finally shut up, Doug blew out a big cloud and as it cleared I could see the expression on his face: doubt, confusion, a bit of melancholy maybe? Any further insight I might have gotten into his feelings were blocked as Roger, cock dripping, came around the sling and presented it to Doug telling him it was time to clean him off. He used his thumb to pry the mouth open a little farther and slowly inserted his dripping tool, piercing and all, into the inexperienced mouth. Max was finally starting to get his chance, stepping up between those spread legs using some of Roger’s dripping cum to lube his extra large tool and started to push into the now well fucked ass. I stepped away, taking a long breath and realized this was rapidly descending into a scene that really didn’t work for me. Everyone is entitled to be turned on by what turns them on, but once consent is lacking, and once humiliation and shaming enter the equation, it’s no longer really my cup of T, I can be a demanding top controlling a scene, utilizing restraints, paddles, toys, clamps, and so on but I want my bottoms to have asked (better yet begged) freely for it and most of all I want my bottoms to enjoy themselves as much or more than I am enjoying myself. And I won’t go near destroying someone’s self-esteem. I knew a few guys who suicided after brutal destruction of their psyches in S/M and B/D relationships that went too far and too long; I won’t be part of that. And I just wasn’t convinced that Doug wasn’t coerced and was certain he wasn’t thinking about health risks either. So rather than rain on anyone else’s parade it was time for me to head out. I slipped over to my bag and started to dress; Charlie came over as I was pulling my clothes on. “Heading out already?” he asked. I lowered my voice to almost a whisper, “Honestly, this is turning into something I’m not into, so I figure I’ll slip out…” Right as we were talking, suddenly a voice could be heard over the link-up: “Yeah, take that big dick girl, your addicted to black now, right? Can’t go back to vanilla now… gonna take only big black cock from now on, right?” “Oh yeah, that’s true, I only want big black dicks in me now, lots of ‘em”. “You’ll be a drug whore for black dick now won’t you?” “Yes, yes, please!” Doug had stopped in the midst of being tag-teamed and let Roger fall out of his mouth as he looked up at his girlfriend on the screen being hammered by an admittedly huge cock on another one of the four guys I didn’t know in the hotel room. I saw the defeated look on Doug’s face, a look of betrayal and not a small amount of anger. He was fed some poppers, and Roger pushed his cock back into Doug’s mouth. “I’m beginning to see your point,” Charle mused. “We might not be hanging that much longer ourselves.” I finished dressing and told Charlie and Kieran I’d see them back at the Guest House and said good night to Warren and Joey. Kissing Max as I went by, I leaned down to Doug and whispered, “you don’t have to keep doing this if you’re not having fun.” He whispered back “Yes I do”. I gave him a quick peck and wished him well, Looking up at Roger, who was kind of glaring at me, I told him I was leaving so the rest could have a good time, showing the keys Jimmy had given me and asked where he wanted me to put them. Leaving them on the indicated toy shelf on a nearby wall, I bade the room of guys a general “good night” and slipped out into the darkness, shirtless again just boots, jodhpurs and harness. Turning left, I headed back to the Shamrock to let Jimmy, Lou and Vice know I was heading out. I texted both Lou and Vice that I was heading back over. Vice sent back ‘coast is clear, the asshole left after shooting a load’. Good. At least I didn’t have to deal with that too. I’ve mentioned it before in this long retelling of that wild weekend – the bars in Provincetown close ludicrously early, at 1am. When that happens, people come streaming out of all the bars and those that haven’t hooked up yet, or those not planning to, all congregate around Spiritus Pizza – hundreds of them, especially on big summer weekends. Spiritus stays open until 2am, and even though a good portion of the crowd will STILL be outside it until 3am, the second exodus begins when the lights go out, and that must have happened only a few minutes before as there were a good number of guys out walking, even back on Bradford Street. As I strolled over, being cruised and cruising back my leather jodhpurs started tenting out as I got hard again. It wasn’t that I was tired of sex yet, and didn’t actually want to be done, I just wasn’t into the scene that was happening between these two locations. I didn’t even have to knock; Vice was waiting with the door slightly cracked he grabbed me by the harness and hauled me in, pushed me to a seated position on the nearer bed, and proceeded to pull my boots and socks off, and my jodhpurs down and off, stuffing them back into my bag and tossing it over with the other bags of clothes. I was astonished by the greeting, and said, “Wow. Miss me much?” “You’ve no idea.” Again using my harness as a daddy handle, he pulled me up and over to the refreshments and favors and handed me a bong and torch. I looked around the room to check the scene here – Cassie was still in the sling and deliriously happy. Cosmo and his crew were gone and so were two of the other guys, leaving Lou, Martin, the three African American guys from earlier (whose names I never got to learn) and two new men of color, one older than me, wiry, short, normal sized cut dick, the other younger and seemed to me to be Boriqua, at least when he spoke it was mostly in Spanish, he was amber-eyed with a nice young soccer body and a fat uncut dong. Jimmy was still there, obviously, watching over his niece and seemingly serving as a “fluffer” to the guys banging her. He looked a little worse for the wear, actually. Then there was Vice and the hot Irish Daddy, who was quick to introduce himself as the Motel Owner, Christopher O’Callahan… “but you can call me Christy.” “Pleased to meet you… you are Brendon’s father right?” “Who else could I be, man?” Looking him up and down, I smirked, “you COULD be his older brother looking the way you do, nice view man.” “You’re daft, but you can keep sayin’ that anyways. Now, are you gonna stand there posin’ for pictures or are you going to light that fire?” Chucking, I melted the bowl and took a deep draw, and Vice was leaning in to take a shotgun almost instantly. I breathed that vapor into the stud and our tongues danced together for a bit. “Welcome back,” he said, and indicated I do another. Pulling that next hit I was pleasantly surprised that Christy leaned over for a shotgun as well so I enthusiastically locked lips with the married father, and he was enthusiastically kissing me right back. NICE! The three of us then passed the bong around several times, sharing back and forth with each of the other two guys. Now this WAS really nice, but I did need to say something about the other squad over at Jimmy’s. I tried to catch Jimmy’s attention, but he was so concentrated on deep throating his current partner that he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Lou came over at that point to say hello. He looked more serious than usual. Indicating Jimmy, I asked Lou, “is he all right?” “Hard to miss, isn’t it,” Lou began. “I have never seen him like this and I’ve partied with him many times. He was all normal, things were hopping and I had to step outside to meet a ‘client’ for just a minute. When I came back in, he was like this… SOMEBODY slipped him something when I stepped outside, something I didn’t provide or approve, he can barely put three words together! Fuckers!” Appalled, I said, “that is so wrong, I mean seriously, a guy invites you to a hot sex party and pays for and supplies all the favors you could want, and you go and roofie him as thanks? Who does shit like that?” Lou was taking a hit, and after he blew it into Vice’s mouth he turned back and said, “all I know is that as soon as I came back in, that asshole Cosmo and his crew left in a hurry.” “Aw, fuck, so this is my fault then, He punished Jimmy instead of me,” I replied. Both Lou and Vice were quick to contradict me: “It is NOT your fault Daddy J.” “What you did, he deserved. This isn’t on you, J, it’s on me… I was only gone for like 5 minutes.” A deep Irish brogue cut through saying, “It’s bloody not anyone’s fault but himself, Cosmo. The man’s an idjit of the highest degree, always flyin’ off the handle with a temper worse than a red-headed Irishwoman. I heard whatcha’ did man, earlier that is, and cross my heart, hope to die, he’s been needin’ that from someone for a long, long time. I just bloody well wish I was here to see it!” “You’d of loved it,” Vice cut in. “That feckin’ scallywag never shuts his gob, always with a bad word about something, callin’ names and spreading misery. I don’t even go to the K of C* ana’more cause I can’t stand his nasty yammering…” (*Knights of Columbus, Catholic Men’s Club f.y.i.) That made me laugh, “I got invited to join your Knights when I lived here May to October for 6 years back in the 90s. If I’d had known there’d be studs like YOU there, I’d have rethought my decision and joined.” “Aye? More’s the pity.” We just grinned at each other. Vice finally asked, “so how come you left over there?” Pleased to get back to the important matters. “Well, frankly, it stopped being my kind of scene. I’m not convinced that Doug really actually wanted this – I think he doing it more to please her highness over there. I mean sure, his body is enjoying the sensations he’s getting, om Tina, who wouldn’t?” I took a quick hit. “But every time he got taunted from here and the few times over there, he stopped having a good time, going from confused to hurt to angry, until he got swept up in the pleasure again. Then the minx started in on taking loads, doesn’t she realize the danger for him? And he’s too fucked up to make a rational decision for himself. They got what sounded like consent from him and began breeding him. I will only do that when someone is poz, or if I truly know that neg guy is fully aware of what they’re doing. He’s not.” I paused a moment to take another shotgun from Christy, and passed it along to Vice before continuing, “and the little Cuntasaurus Rex tops all this off by letting Doug hear her screaming that she’s only ever going to take black dicks from now on… the kid was both furious and humiliated! If little missy still wants a boyfriend tomorrow morning, she needs to shut her mouth or have it filled and tell him later that it was in the heat of the moment and apologize. I was going to tell her directly, but it doesn’t look like she OR her uncle are in any condition to understand me.” Lou looked back at them as well, “No, I don’t think they would either. I’ll get them to turn down, the volume on the microphone here, so at least he’s not subjected to that.” He turned and actually did that himself. “So other than Jimmy getting roofied, how is it going over here?” Vice looked around, then down at his feet, then back up, “Honestly, it’s boring. She’s a bossy little thing, tells you what to do, and doesn’t do anything for the guy at all. Her snatch is seriously not that special, not like a guys ass at least.” He looked at me with a smirk, “you and your friends have spoiled me… and I don’t mind in the least.” Lou grabbed Vice’s chin and planted a big wet kiss on him and they snogged for a minute or two while Christy and I just chuckled. “Mighty glad to hear,” Lou concluded with his arm over Vice’s shoulder. “Aye, she’ll order you around like a drill sergeant but lay there like a dead fish, not enough give-and-take for me. If I wanted a dead fish, I beg my wife again, she who hasn’t had relations with me in YEARS…” “Apparently, she’s insane,” I quipped drawing a general laugh. “Ana’way, since your men over there started in, she’s got no interest in us, too pale you know…” “And that’s not fair to you guys,” Lou inserted. Then looking down at us all stroking each others cocks, he said, “It’s clear to see there won’t be anymore here for you guys, I’d come with you wherever you are going, but I’m gonna’ need to stay here, watching over these two tweakers, and THEN locking up over at Jimmy’s. No need for you three to suffer too.” Again he gave Vice a kiss, “text me where you are playing, if nothing else, end up back at Daddy J’s with him and I’ll pick you up there when I’m done… It’s likely to be around dawn, I’m afraid.” Vice just nodded. “And you,” I asked turning to Christy. “Are you up for more?” “Oh aye, sure, Brendon may only want to get some good head when he parties, but I’ve always been up for more,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Much more…” “Damn that’s hot,” I said. “Always?” “Well,” came the reply, “not always, but when you live here, surrounded by guys having no strings attached sex CONSTANTLY, you start to wonder, so you dip your wick a bit, let someone blow you, and feck if you don’t come back for more, ‘cause bloody hell no one gives better head than another man. Then, when the wife stops bein’ interested as most of ‘em do eventually, then you find yourself doin’ it more, and once you’ve been sucked and you’ve banged a male arse, you get curious about the other way around.” “That’s hot Mr. O,” Vice said. “You’re not the first married guy to tell me that in this town, when I lived here half the year, I had several mostly str8 married guys I knew tell me essentially the same thing… I find it hot, since I guess most wives wouldn’t go for the Open Sexual Relationship my hubby and I have… funny, if there not into it anymore, shouldn’t they be pleased their men are getting what they need without needing to provide it herself? Seems awfully selfish…” “You’ve no idea, man.” “Anyway we CAN go back to my room over at the Ranch,” I suggested. “I’ve a better,” Christy supplied. “I can’t leave, Brendon alone without a backup, so I need to stay here. We’ve got what we call ‘the overflow room’, for emergencies like double bookin’s. Most a’ the time we use it as a nap room for the staff. Come on, I’ll show ya’.” We three redressed at least from the waist down. We went to the supplies and snagged some lube, drinks, poppers and Lou gave us a baggy and pipe and torch making us promise to give them to Vice to return, and with Vice and I carrying our bags with the rest of our clothes/costumes in them followed Christy out of the room and turned left toward the office. Signaling us to wait outside, he popped into the office and we heard him talking to Brendon for a moment and as he opened the door coming back out we heard more clearly, “I’ve just got to blow off some steam lad, I’ll be back in a few.” He then led us into an opening next to the office that led to a staircase going up in an L shape and letting us out above the office with three options, left and right went along the walkway in front of the second floor rooms, while straight ahead was a hallway with guest’s laundry and staff linens on one side, on the other side there was a door marked “21” an alcove with ice machine and snack vending machine, and then just before the corridor ended there was a curtained window facing into the corridor next to a door marked “22”. Room 22 was an odd little space with a door on the left wall that apparently let it be joined to 21 to make a suite, along with a dresser and TV, a chair in the corner, one bed, King Size faced the TV from the right hand wall with night stand on either side, and the entrance to the small bathroom on the same wall as the window, meaning it had to be behind where the corridor ended. Again, very small with barely enough room along the rear wall to get into bed on that side. But it was enough for 3 men to have some sex play. We got out of our clothes quickly as Christy used some kind of pass-key on the TV box and got the hotel’s gay porn channel going, while Vice and I set out drinks, lube, poppers, pipe and torch. “Spark it up, boys!” Christy instructed me as I paused a moment to take in the entirety of the hot married daddy. He just got better with continued viewing. Along with my hot sexy local boy, this was sure to be some hot cloudy fun free of bullies, power trips, demanding females and worries. I rolled the bowl over the flame with the stem turned to Christy, “You’re the host, so you go first, this is a perfect location!” He drew a long slow pull, handed the kit to Vice and got on his knees using his arms to move Vice and me hip to hip. Opening his mouth he let out part of a cloud on Vice’s cock then the rest on mine. As Vice and I traded a few hits, Christy went back and forth sucking both of us, and he was pretty good too. “Enjoying that?” I asked, looking down. “S’Grand, just grand,” he responded. “Why don’t we all get on the bed?” Vice suggested, so we put the pipe on a nightstand and all of us crawled onto the bed, getting in a circle sucking cock, then switched direction so we all got to taste each of the other guys. My mind was frankly blown, Here I was doing a three-way with a handsome guy married to a woman with an adult son, and an up until 2 days ago Str8 young stud, and both guys seemed to be cock crazy. So wild! Granted, Christy said he’s been doing this for a while, but still it was a real turn-on. I felt Vice’s finger flicking around my hole and pulled off Christy’s cock to look over at Vice and wiggled my tongue at him with a wink. He caught on right away, so I lifted my leg as he pulled me closer and I pulled the hot Irishman the same way so that Christy’s pink hole was accessible. Vice started eating my hole like a starving man, and I moaned just a bit before I sank my face between those lily white buns and attacked that tight pucker. “Oh, feck, yeah...” was the response, and not more than an instant later, Christy pulled Vice closer and enthusiastically tongue-fucked that hairy hole. Again, we switched the other way, me rimming Vice rimming Christy rimming me. We all had nice wet and relaxed holes when we pulled up to breathe and hydrate. We were trading hits from the pipe, all leaning back against the headboard when I noticed that the porn was a pre-condom Al Parker movie. “Oh damn, this guy is my absolute favorite porn star,” I said. “I understand why,” Christy responded. I’m sure since this was his hotel and his porn system, he certainly must have seen this before. It was new to Vice of course, “He IS pretty hot but lots of the other guys in your kind of porn are, what make him your favorite?” Vice asked. “A couple of things,” I answered. “First of all, he’s handsome and unabashedly hairy, with a great body that’s natural not ‘roids; then there’s his cock – it’s huge, and gorgeous, and he does wild ass things with it and those big nuts like sucking himself and fucking with his balls: and mostly, it’s that he’s a masculine guy who tops AND bottoms, rims and gets rimmed, sucks and gets sucked, fuck and fucked, fists and fisted, all with complete freedom, no judgement on taking the bottom role loving it as much as the top and enjoying ALL aspects of pig sex. That’s really a turn on for me, so yeah he’s my favorite (still is to this day, actually!). “So who’s getting fucked?” Vice asked. “Well, as usual, selfish piggy me wants both,” I said. “Me too Daddy J.” We both looked at Christy. “Do you fuck too Christy, and if so, top or bottom or both?” He actually blushed, a pink flush running up from his chest and neck and going up his face – it was seriously cure. “Not as often as I like, and usually I do the fucking, but honestly I do enjoy both.” The blush continued to increase as he continued, “I’m even prepared for that tonight, I did you know, just in case. But I’ll need a few more hits before I do!” He drew a long pull and leaned over to Vice, and shotgunned him. Pulling off, he said, “Never thought I’d be doing this with YOU, Vicente… can’t tell ya’ how hot that’s gettin’ me.” Exhaling a cloud, Vice replied, “Me too, Mr. O. I almost shot just watching you fuck that little bitch tonight, wishing it was me.” “Wish I’d a known you were into to this lad, we coulda’ been havin’ some sweet times!” “That’s cause I didn’t know I was into this, until this wickie hawt weekend, Leo and Daddy J here have been showing me the ropes. Funny, growing up here, everyone else on the Cape is always assuming that you must be gay, so we kids over-compensate I think. Never felt anything major having sex with chicks, got my rocks off but that was it, no spark, no real excitement, and frankly they’re a kinda’ annoying at times. Maybe I was trying so hard to be straight, that I totally hid stuff that shoulda’ been a clue. I fit in with guys better, and to be honest, have always looked, especially in locker rooms, and knew which guys were hot and good looking… like you at the station getting out of your uniform…” “Wait,” I said as they handed me the kit. “You two know each other? Just how flipping small IS this town? I Lived here 6 summers and never heard half of this kind of stuff.” “Small, especially in Winter,” Christy began. “Vicente here was one of my trainees at the Station 4. And I assume he won’t gab to anyone ‘not in the know’ about any activities we get into now and later, and I promise to do the same.” “Deal,” the hoT former str8 boy promised. “Get this when Daddy J and I were at Jimmys tonight working those holes in the wall where dicks come through?” “Glory Holes,” I interjected. “Right, glory holes well whose dick comes sticking through but Matteo Costa, and his brother Javier to Daddy J!” “He’s a handsome devil, old mate of yours too I recall.” Vice nodded then continued, “Yeah, good pals in the old days – and he’s got a beautiful big hog too. I got to suck both of ‘em and then Matteo FUCKED me, and Javier fucked Daddy J. It was wickie hawt and wickie nasty, damn I’d love to get him all tweaked up and take that cock again, get him to take mine…” “Maybe I’ll help you with that very thing in the future lad…” I finally pulled out of the wild spin these revelations put me and said, “Fire Uniform? Damn, I wish you had that here tonight for us to admire and then strip you out of it! Now let’s fuck!” We pulled a few more clouds while Christy gave himself a booty bump. Allowing time for the bump to take effect, Vice and I did our turns on the bottom first. I slid into Vice on his back and gave him a nice good fuck that he was thoroughly enjoying, then pulled out for Christy to take over. I loved seeing the looks on both faces as the older stud sunk his big prong into the young hottie that was a former student… very wild and hot to watch. Then it was my turn on my back, Vice sliding his now familiar tool into me giving me a slow plowing then being replaced by Christie, whose fat cock felt amazing stretching my hole, and boy that man could throw and energetic fuck, it felt amazing. It was time for our host to give up his hole, so taking a rip, I got down and tongued his hole, exhaled the cloud onto him, then lubed up my cock and slowly pressed in. His strong arms gripped my shoulders and even held me in place while I was about halfway in. Vice handed him poppers, an he took a couple of hits in each nostril. I saw him flush red as he nodded at me to continue. With a slow steady pressure I kept on until my balls banged against his cheeks and I was fully inside. “Ahh, that’s grand, that’s so grand… do it man, fuck me!” Who could resist? Like I did with Doug the virgin, I started a real screw, adding circular horizontal motion to my in and out thrusts. Along with his moans, the pre-cum dripping steadily from his dick told me he was really enjoying this. I grabbed one of his nips and squeezed hard, while he did the same on both of mine, then suddenly wrapped his long legs around me. I love being in that position! Vice had been waiting patiently, but I could see he was really hot to fuck his old instructor. I slipped out, and Vice was right there, teasing the hole with the head of his beautiful cock and holding out the bottle of poppers. “You’re gonna’ need these!” I opened the bottle for Christy, who eagerly took several hits before handing me back the bottle. As soon as I had capped the bottle, Vice sank into that hot ginger ass in one long slow steady thrust. “Jayzus, Mari and Joseph!” erupted from the impaled hottie, and after allowing a couple of seconds for Christy to catch his breath and expand his hole for a cock wider than mine, Vice began to give him an incredible dicking down. I’m not usually the voyeur type, but between having sex nearly non-stop since Thursday afternoon and how hot these two were for each other, I sat back and enjoyed the view. Shortly thereafter, another pause and we got into “lucky Pierre” fucking, one of us on the bed while another fucked him and that guy getting fucked from behind. That middle position is “Lucky Pierre” and it’s my favorite place to be in a three-way. On Friday night, Lou and I had taught Vice what it felt like and he was instantly a fan of the position. We got all the variations we could, and during our round robin, we each wound up giving a load – Vice took mine and Christy’s while I took Vice’s. It was getting to be time to finish up so Christy could go let his son out from behind the front desk, Vice and I took a quick rinse of a shower, and got dressed to go. We texted Lou that we were heading out and that Vice would hang in my room until Lou got in touch, and that Christy would be down shortly to return the pipe and poppers and such. Before we left the room, he gave us each his private cellphone number, telling Vice he’d see him soon, and letting me know to get in touch before I left town. Walking down the stairs, we thanked him profusely for an excellent end to the evening and headed around the corner onto Pearl Street, and then turned right on Commercial. Once again, the street was foggy and quiet. A few guys passed us, looking us over or tossing a flirty comment, while Vice and I discussed the ups and downs of the evening festivities. “Gotta’ say I liked last night better,” Vice told me. “Parts of tonight were wickie hawt, I mean I fucked around with Mr. O and Matteo! Mind blowing! But that niece of Jimmy’s – nah, didn’t go for that, too controlling and doesn’t give back… how was her boyfriend?” “Hot, but there was something holding me back from fully getting into it you know? This session with just the three of us did a lot to restore the sexiness of the evening.” “And then of course there was your “Golden Gloves” performance…” That did make me chuckle, I’ll admit. “I so hate it when someone feels the need to push me that far, what a douchebag.” We had reached Carver Street and walked up on the porch, I let us in to the foyer, and pushed the night bell for whoever was behind the desk. In a minute, Miles the houseboy pulled the main door open and we stepped in, smiling at us. “You had some wild night, Daddy J! I mean first the Garth Brooks songs and then you take down some homophobe?” I sighed, looking at Vice who simply smirked at me. “I take it Keiran and Charlie got home before us then?” “Oh, yeah, little bit ago,” he informed us as we headed to the stairs. “Did you really beat him so hard he needed to go to the hospital?” I didn’t even look back as I started up the stairs, “God I hope not.”