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In the shadowy recesses of most sex dungeons and play spaces, many bathhouses, and every sex club ever devised, is at least one sling. You may have one of your own, if you are an aficionado. Slings are a kind of useful sex furniture suspended from the ceiling, not unlike a hammock except that they are basically dissimilar from a hammock in most respects. Allow me to expound, with the caveat that I have lousy luck in slings. I have been fucked exactly four (4) times so far in slings, and have no idea what I am doing wrong. I can, however, provide a short list of what other people are doing wrong with respect to slings and the men who inhabit them. Foremost, slings are for fucking. The point is for the bottom to climb into the sling, settle in with his legs elevated as though he were in a gynecological exam chair, his ass exposed and vulnerable over the end of the sling, and await the assault. When results are at their best, the assault consists of serial breeding by an array of Tops who take advantage of the available ass in a congenial, hail-fellow-well-met, even perhaps competitive fashion that leaves a pool of commingled semen as a slipping hazard on the floor beneath. In my experience, however, not all men are familiar with this basic function of slings. Over the course of my last two CumUnions, I have made an effort to occupy the sling (for which there is a dedicated room in the bathhouse) for two purposes: 1) to offer my ass to Tops who might prefer not to enter an individual's room, but might do so in a "community room" like a sling room; and 2) to try to discover what prevents me from getting the full sling experience. Each time, I positioned myself carefully in the sling, wore my own leather leg cuffs with snap links for easy positioning on the hanging chain links, and wore a blindfold made from a handmade navy handkerchief with white polka-dots (hankie code for bareback-and-cum-inside). Thus arrayed, ass exposed strategically, suggestive of helpless vulnerability, offering anonymity, and signaling, to those in the know, the willingness to take it bare, I awaited my first eager fuck. I say "eager" in that I have always considered slings more the realm of the aggressive Top, as the modality lends itself to Top control; there being little the bottom can do to set the pace, rhythm or depth of penetration. All to the good, if the Top relishes that kind of control. Each time, with uncanny similarity, the first contact has been from a hand reaching down to fiddle with my cock. At first, I didn't try to conceal it; later I put on my solid steel cock cage. Didn't matter. The hands played with my cock, which was not hard, slapped my balls, attempted to pull my cage down far enough to feed it into my anus(!)... and then departed. I can only assume that if they had been able to get me erect they would have tried to suck me off or jack me until I shot before leaving. The fact that this happened every single time, within minutes of my donning my blindfold, became frustrating. Hands did not limit themselves to my cock. They also enjoyed slapping my ass - then slapping my chest, twisting my nipples, smacking my belly, slapping my thighs, attempting to tickle me over every inch my body (I am not the slightest bit ticklish) and striking my chest with first fists and then knuckles. On my last attempt, the nipple-twisting became so savage that I finally had to say, "Okay, that's enough of that," and then, more emphatically, "I said, THAT'S ENOUGH" and grab the hand that had ignored my original statement. The guy instantly apologized, and I explained to him that the sling was meant for fucking and not for any sort of BDSM activity, which would have required some negotiation up front in any case. Then there are those men whom I have observed using slings when I have not been in them, species discussed in another thread around here somewhere, the Sling Lizard (Slingasaurus obnoxious) and the two varieties of Sling Hog, Slingasus rotundus and Slingasus immovabilis, the latter of which is distinguished by his disagreeable temperament. All of these suffer from the same evident misconception that the sling is a hammock-of-imagined-fantasy or a sort of hammock-with-remote-possibilities. It is, I suppose, possible that they have, in fact, the correct view of the thing, and that those of us who actually expect to get fucked when in a sling are the ones unconnected to reality. Regardless, I have always been careful to limit my sling-time to avoid being misidentified as one of the above fauna, and also to avoid having my goddamn cock smacked off. I welcome any input from those of greater experience with slings who may be able to correct and/or confirm my observations. I would love to add a good sling-bang to my list of life accomplishments, but at my current pace, I fear I will remain among the uninitiated out of sheer ignorance.

Over time, I've come to enjoy totally anonymous sex. No strings, no (or very little) talking, just straight to the point - pump-and-dump, fuck-and-go, whatever you want to call it. That being said, I'm not usually into being dominated. It really takes a lot for me to not start to shut down at being ordered around; in the right moment, though, anything is possible... I had just come back to London after two weeks state-side visiting family. Lately, it seems that the immediate week after that is when I tend to get hit up the most; I guess it just seems that I'm fresh meat again. No argument here! One night after work, I just wanted to see if I could get a quick load to help get over jet-lag and release some pent up energy. I posted a Quick Connect ad on bbrt, stating that I just wanted a quick anon fuck. About half an hour later, I get a message from a hot guy nearby that was as straight to the point as I could have asked for; subject like was just "Will you.." with the message body finishing up with "lay face up on your bed and let me fuck and fill you?" Without hesitation, I simply responded with "Yes! When cane you come by?" I gave him my address and he said that he'd be over in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, I got out my dildo and put it inside me to make sure I was open and ready for him when he dropped by. He arrived at my building right on time. I buzzed him up, and he let himself in to find me right where he asked me; face up on the bed, legs in the air, ready for him. This is probably the first time I've had a guy come over for anon sex where he requested that I face him (instead of being ass-up and blindfolded). He stripped on the side of the bed, where he saw the dildo on the side of me; he asked me, you've been loosening your hole for me boy? I said "yes, sir" as he was now totally naked and made his way on top of me. He was hard the instant he walked in, as he was there for one reason and one reason only: to blast his seed in a willing hole. We both took a hit of my brand new bottle of poppers and he slowly worked his way in. I grabbed a hold of his hips to guide him in. Once in, he spit right on my face and started slowly pumping. This guy was going to fuck me like a little faggot and wanted me to feel worthless while doing so. Ordinarily, this isn't my thing, but for some reason I just felt the urge to go with it. As he started thrusting in me, he said "get your hands off of me, boy!" and i pulled my hands off his hips and grabbed my legs instead - making sure I was just in the position he wanted. He kept going, slowly picking up pace and it felt amazing. I was moaning in pleasure and then he said "shut it boy; stop making noise!". He kept going for a bit more. Now I was totally quiet with my legs in the air just letting him do what he wanted. After a bit, I wanted another poppers hit, and I asked him "Can I have another hit of poppers, sir?". He agreed, and I took another big hit. After that, he pumped a few more thrusts and without warning, I felt his cock twitching inside me and he said "Feel it boy? . Feel that poz seed emptying into your guts?" I nodded yes (as I was told to keep quiet), and just let him empty shot after shot of his dirty seed in my waiting hole. After it was done, I said "thank you, sir" and he simply just got dressed and left. I was totally used. This guy came over only to bust his nut in a hole, and he did; he didn't need anything else. I see him online again every once in a while, but I'm a bit nervous to approach him; he's the one that likes to order me around, and I feel he'd think it out of place if I asked if he wanted to come dump in me again. Maybe one day, I'll work up the nerve to go for it; hopefully, he'll accept and use me again. Hopefully...

I went to the local bathhouse and rented a room. I was horny as hell and I needed more than just a one-on-one hookup. Once I got to my room, I stripped and lubed my ass to get ready. I practically had my whole hand in my ass, playing with myself and fantasizing about all the hard cocks I was going to take. My first stop was the glory-holes. I walked in closed the door behind me, got on my knees and waited. In no time, a hard cock appeared in the hole and I got down to business. I sucked hard, drooling all over it, and pushed my face up against the hole so he could fuck my throat until he squirted his load. I sucked three more cocks in a row, swallowing every drop of cum they had to give me. After that I left the gloryhole booth and went into the next room. It’s an orgy room with a big elevated cushioned area and a TV showing porn. I went and laid down on my back with my legs up and my ass just hanging over the edge and started fingering my asshole. An older man came over and replaced my fingers with his own. He licked his fingers and got me good and wet and then I pulled him close with my legs and let him put his cock in me. It felt so good going in. I guess he thought so too because he came inside me after only a couple of strokes. Not nearly enough of a fuck to satisfy me. I started walking around the place with his load still in me, looking for more. I found the sling room unoccupied and decided to try it out. I didn’t wait long before a man came in and started licking my freshly fucked hole. He got pretty excited when he tasted the cum that was already there and I begged him to fuck me and add his own to the mix. He happily obliged but shot his load on the outside after he’d fucked me for a few minutes. He pushed his spunk in with his cock but I wanted more deep breeding. I went back to my little room and wiped down a bit before opening the door wide and positioning myself face down ass up on the mattress. I didn’t have to wait too long before a stocky and very well-endowed man came in and closed the door behind him. He fingered my fuckhole and found I was all lubed up and ready. I told him I wanted him to fuck me hard and breed me. He climbed up on the bed and positioned his cock at my hole and I pushed back against it immediately, opening up for him, taking him deep. He didn’t need anymore help after that as he fucked me as hard as I’ve ever been fucked. I was a moaning, wild cumslut for him as he pounded my ass. My prostate was radiating hot flashes of pleasure every time he thrust into me, squeezing out thick gobs of precum or cum, I don’t even know at this point. And then his strokes got shorter and faster and he grunted as his cock burst inside me filling me with hot fresh seed. That was exactly what I needed.