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  1. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note: Writing "The Trunk and the Cage" led me to explore my own experience more deeply. While I'd organized sex parties before—mostly logistics and coordination—this six-day event was different, shaped by months of careful planning by the Doms.
    They attended conferences, held working sessions, assigned roles, and consistently championed the core principles of BDSM.
    I knew little about these principles until I started writing and researching. Like many, I once thought BDSM was mainly about spanking, bondage, and pain. It can include those, but at its heart, it's about trust, communication, and respect.
    Below is a BDSM glossary compiled from various sources to help demystify it. My hope is that more gay men feel empowered to openly discuss their limits—preferences, dislikes, and hard nos. Clear boundaries don't kill spontaneity or anon hookups; they make deeper, more intense play safer and ultimately more liberating.
    Concepts or Activities boundaries incorporated into this specific event are highlighted in blue.
    T&C BDSM Glossary
    BDSM encompasses a wide range of consensual practices involving power exchange, sensation play, and role dynamics. At its foundation are ethical frameworks that prioritize participant well-being. Below is an outline and summary:
    Core Principles
    CONSENT:
    All activities must be explicitly agreed upon by informed, enthusiastic participants. Consent can be withdrawn at any time without repercussions. COMMUNICATION:
    Open, honest dialogue is essential before, during, and after scenes to discuss desires, boundaries, and feedback. SAFETY:
    Physical and emotional risks must be minimized through education, preparation, and harm reduction strategies. TRUST and RESPECT:
    Relationships and scenes are built on mutual trust, with respect for each person's autonomy, limits, and identity. INCLUSIVITY:
    BDSM communities emphasize diversity, non-judgment, and support for various genders, orientations, and experience levels. Standard Approaches
    SSC (Safe, Sane, and Consensual):
    A foundational guideline ensuring activities are physically safe, mentally sound, and fully consensual. RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink):
    Focuses on acknowledging inherent risks in activities while ensuring all parties are informed and consenting. PRICK (Personal Responsibility Informed Consensual Kink):
    Emphasizes individual accountability for understanding and managing risks in consensual play. 4Cs (Caring, Communication, Consent, Caution):
    A holistic approach integrating emotional care with practical safety measures. Methodologies
    Negotiation:
    Pre-scene discussions to outline activities, limits (hard/soft), safewords, and aftercare needs, often using checklists or contracts. Scene Structure:
    Sessions typically include warm-up, main play, and cool-down, with ongoing check-ins to monitor well-being. Safewords and Signals:
    Standardized systems (e.g., traffic lights: green=go, yellow=slow, red=stop) for immediate communication, especially in non-verbal scenarios. Aftercare:
    Post-scene support to address physical (e.g., hydration, wound care) and emotional (e.g., reassurance, cuddling) needs, helping prevent subdrop or topdrop. 💡While not exactly the same as a roller coaster, the highs and lows of sex in the kink community can feel the same.
    This is known as sub drop and top drop – “sub” referring to the submissive partner and “top” being the dominant partner.
    Education and Community:
    Involvement in workshops, munches (social gatherings), or online forums to learn techniques, etiquette, and risk management. Risk Mitigation:
    Use of safe equipment, hygiene practices, and emergency protocols; avoidance of intoxicants during play. These elements ensure BDSM is practiced responsibly, enhancing pleasure and connection while reducing harm.
    Alphabetical BDSM Glossary
    Author's Note:  I have highlighted the specific BDSM activities I believe were a part of my 6-day adventure covered in this blog.  Note also that these are just some of the words and definitions associated with BDSM.  
    Abrasion Play: A form of sensation play involving scraping or rubbing the skin with rough materials like sandpaper to create intense tactile experiences. Aftercare: The period following a BDSM scene where participants provide emotional and physical support to each other, such as cuddling, hydration, or debriefing, to ease back into normalcy. Age Play: Role-playing scenarios where participants adopt childlike or parental roles, often involving nurturing or disciplinary elements, but always consensual and non-literal. Ball Gag: A device placed in the mouth to restrict speech, often used in bondage or humiliation play to enhance submission. Bastinado: Impact play focused on the soles of the feet, typically with canes or rods, requiring caution due to sensitivity. Bondage: The practice of restraining someone using ropes, cuffs, chains, or other materials to limit movement, often for sensory deprivation or power exchange. Bottom: The person receiving sensations, actions, or submission in a scene, not necessarily implying a submissive role. Breath Play: Restricting airflow through choking or smothering for erotic asphyxiation, considered edge play due to high risks. Cane: A thin, flexible rod used for impact play, delivering sharp, stinging sensations. CBT (Cock and Ball Torture): Activities targeting the genitals with pain or restriction, such as clamping or slapping, for masochistic pleasure. Chastity Device: A lockable cage or belt preventing genital access or erection, used in orgasm denial or control dynamics. Collar: A symbolic item worn around the neck to signify ownership, submission, or commitment in D/s relationships; can be temporary or permanent. Consent Violation: Any breach of agreed boundaries, considered a serious ethical issue in BDSM communities. Contract: A written agreement outlining rules, limits, and expectations in a D/s dynamic, often used in long-term relationships. Dominant (Dom/Domme): The person who takes control, directs the scene, and provides structure or discipline. Dungeon: A dedicated space equipped for BDSM play, often found in private homes or clubs, with furniture like crosses or benches. Edge Play: High-risk activities pushing physical or psychological limits, such as knife play or fire play, requiring advanced skill and consent. Fetish: A strong sexual arousal from specific objects, materials (e.g., leather, latex), or body parts not typically eroticized. Figging: Inserting peeled ginger root into the anus or vagina for a burning sensation, used in sensation or punishment play. Flogging: Whipping with a multi-tailed implement like a cat-o'-nine-tails to create thuddy or stingy impacts. Gorean: A lifestyle inspired by John Norman's novels, emphasizing strict master/slave dynamics with rituals and positions. Hard Limit: An activity a participant absolutely refuses to engage in, non-negotiable. Impact Play: Striking the body with hands or tools (e.g., paddles, whips) for pain and endorphin release. Kink: Any non-traditional sexual practice or interest, often overlapping with BDSM. Knife Play: Using blades for sensation, threat, or light cutting, emphasizing psychological fear and trust. Lifestyle: Full-time integration of BDSM dynamics into daily life, beyond occasional play. Masochist: Someone who derives pleasure from receiving pain or humiliation. Mummification: Wrapping the body tightly in materials like plastic wrap or tape for total immobilization and sensory deprivation. Negotiation: The process of discussing and agreeing on scene details, limits, and safewords beforehand. Orgasm Control: Dominants regulating when or if submissives can climax, often through denial or forced orgasms. Paddle: A flat implement for spanking, delivering broad, thuddy impacts. Pet Play: Role-playing as animals (e.g., puppy, kitten) with behaviors like leashing or training. Party Play: A social event where BDSM scenes occur publicly or semi-publicly in a safe, monitored environment. Power Exchange: The consensual transfer of authority from submissive to dominant, which can be total (TPE) or partial. Queening: A form of facesitting where the dominant sits on the submissive's face for oral service or smothering. Rope Play (Shibari/Kinbaku): Artistic Japanese-style bondage using ropes for aesthetic restraint and suspension. Sadist: Someone who enjoys inflicting pain or humiliation on consenting partners. Safeword: A pre-agreed word or signal to pause or stop a scene immediately. Scene: A defined BDSM session with a beginning, middle, and end, focused on specific activities. Sensory Deprivation: Blocking senses (e.g., blindfolds, earplugs) to heighten others and increase vulnerability. Service Submission: A submissive's focus on performing tasks or duties for the dominant's benefit. Soft Limit: A boundary that might be pushed under the right circumstances with negotiation. Spanking: Striking the buttocks with hands or implements, a common entry-level impact play. Subdrop: Emotional or physical low following a scene, due to endorphin crash; mitigated by aftercare. Submissive (Sub): The person who yields control, following the dominant's lead. Suspension: Hanging someone partially or fully off the ground using ropes or harnesses, requiring expertise. Switch: Someone who enjoys both dominant and submissive roles, alternating based on context. Top: The person administering sensations or actions in a scene, not necessarily dominant. Top Drop: A dominant's emotional dip post-scene, often from responsibility or adrenaline drop. Vanilla: Non-BDSM, conventional sexual or relational practices. Violet Wand: An electrical device for delivering static shocks or tingling sensations. Wax Play: Dripping hot candle wax on the skin for temperature sensation play. Whipping: Using a single-tail whip for precise, intense strikes. Key References
    Wikipedia Glossary of BDSM — Comprehensive community-maintained list of terms. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_BDSM The Aftercare Lounge: Exploring the World of Kink: BDSM Glossary and Terminology — Detailed explanations of core terms and practices. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.theaftercarelounge.com/post/bdsm-glossary Obedience App: Glossary of BDSM Terminology — Covers roles, dynamics, and common activities. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://obedienceapp.com/blog/glossary-of-bdsm-terminology Passion & Soul by Lee Harrington: Kink and BDSM Glossary — Educator-focused definitions emphasizing consent and variety. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.passionandsoul.com/blog/info/kink-glossary Grindr Blog: SSC Kink and Other Safety Terms — Explanations of SSC, RACK, and related frameworks. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.grindr.com/blog/ssc-kink BeMoreKinky: SSC vs RACK BDSM Safety Frameworks — In-depth comparison of SSC, RACK, and PRICK. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bemorekinky.com/blog/bdsm-fundamentals/boundaries-and-consent/ssc-vs-rack-bdsm-safety-frameworks BeMoreKinky: The Complete Guide to Post-BDSM Care and Recovery — Detailed on aftercare, negotiation, and safewords. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.bemorekinky.com/blog/bdsm-fundamentals/boundaries-and-consent/bdsm-aftercare-guide  
  2. PozToxVersPig
    I continue to refine Part 11 and am getting close.  Excited to publish it.  One key thing that happens at the start of Part 11 is that I get my first "walkthrough" of the house, now that I've been blindfolded.  Though I did not know it yet, there would be a nightly "party" with guests at the house joining that party and so the Dominants re-organized and moved a lot of the furniture to make more room.  They also blocked off certain areas and importantly covered a lot of things with plastic sheathing.
    I had heard some of this happening, but I had no idea where anything was now.  Because of this, each night, the Dominants would walk me through the various rooms, describe what had been moved, allow me to touch and feel things, and feel my way around a bit so that I had a sense of my surroundings.
    Though I knew the general layout of the house, I never have had to walk into a space and learn it (again) blind.
    I decided to make a schematic of the house.  The furniture items with an arrow pointing to another location indicate those pieces of furniture were moved between the time I had arrived on Day 1, and the time of this walkthrough.  With the exception of the couch and two chairs, all remained in their moved position for the remainder of the 6 days. The couch and two chairs were moved back so that we could relax at the end of the day.  
     
    UPDATED VERSION OF HOUSE SCHEMATIC (JAN 12 2025:

     





















    OLD VERSION OF HOUSE SCHEMATIC:

  3. PozToxVersPig
    Are there activities you like sexually more than others?
    LIKEY (PREFERENCE)
    Are there certain activities that you'll participate in but don't really favor?
    NO LIKEY
    Are there activities which you simply will not participate in and there is no negotiation about it?
    LIMITS/ABSOLUTE NO
    I'm willing to bet that not a single person reading this hasn't been asked at some point: "what are you into?" or "limits?"  Back in the day and before more kinks were out in the open, this used to be a way to determine if someone would bareback.  Today, it's less about that and more so trying to determine if someone would fuck without a condom and more what COULD occur.
    And even if something could occur (say, WS), maybe you are good getting it in your ass and sprayed all over you but don't prefer swallowing it (like me!).  
    I've learned a lot about BDSM recently, and written about it here, and that reflecting made me realize something:  it is far more energizing, limit-pushing, and boundary busting when people know these limits and preferences and agree to uphold them.  It actually allows you to let go of any concerns you might have that things go out of hand as opposed to worrying that something might go too far.
    Take the WS example:  my response to the question might be "love WS" and the other person might interpret that as "I can do ANYTHING involving piss."  So, while I'm blowing the guy, all of a sudden, he pulls me forward by the back of my head and starts to piss down my throat.  I know why I don't like that and why I don't want to do it, but we're in a dom/sub situation and I can't speak.  I have to recoil and pull myself away.  Vibe on ice at this point.  "I don't really like to do that.  Makes my stomach upset."  Nothing makes dicks hard while in the midst of hot sex like talking about an upset stomach.
    A more extreme example:  "No Limits!" or "Anything goes!" is a common response to the "WU into?" message.  Responding this way is a blank check to people and in certain social circles and sexual situations, that can be abused or at least become uncomfortable.  I have twice been in such a situation - where the nature of what I thought was happening.  I may have said yes to everything that transpired after but in both cases wasn't asked, didn't have the option, and was incapacitated to the point where I couldn't respond.  Much of I take accountability for because I didn't establish my limits.
    A core principle of BDSM is communication and consent; consent requires some specificity.  This is especially true in enhanced situations.  And I'm not saying you should be a hardnosed teetotaler about limits and I've had really great eye-opening experiences going past them, but it's good to know where those limits are so that YOU can adjust them.
    I start with my list if it's anything more than anon hookup.  Given there's time for an arranged hookup, good to talk about things.
    What I learned about writing The Trunk and the Cage was how thoughtful the 3 Doms were about the limits/preferences conversation and how it was absolutely upheld.  Once I got used to what was happening, it was so much easier to know they were watching out for those limits, which made me able to let go and relax even more.
    And believe it or not, now that I've folded this into hookups, it's a fuckton easier to just go with the flow and enjoy it and turn-up!
    I have fantasies about non-consensual sex, about being pushed well beyond my limits, of being kidnapped, etc.  Many of us do.  And I used to say things like "No Limits!" cuz it sounds better than a bulleted list of things that are and are not okay.  
    FUCK THAT!!  Some dom top knowing exactly how far he can push me without any stress on his part makes it so much easier to FUCK ROUGH AND RAW without hesitation lingering at all.
    Limits and boundaries create far more potential to really push your limits.
    Here are my preferences and limits as of today - it's a living document...

     
  4. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note:  If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
    When I was a kid and would occasionally be invited to a friend’s house for dinner, I always found it odd that the kids (me) were served a plate of food, portioned out for them, and there was an expectation they clean their plate.  I always thought, “I didn’t choose how much was on the plate, but now I’m forced to eat everything anyway?  I don’t like canned green beans!”
    Then there was the “May I have another/second helping?” permissive question.  I could see additional food was available, was it being withheld for some reason?
    My mother was an amazing cook, and as a family, we tried to eat together 3-4 times a week.  I miss those days before cell-phones and the internet…
    My mom would call up the stairs “DINNER TIME!” or during the summer she literally had an airhorn she would fire off front the front driveway, mostly for me, which told me I needed to come home for dinner.  Within 10 minutes, we’d all be in the kitchen, grabbed our plates, and served ourselves.  We’d occasionally prompt each other if something was new – “you should try this, you’ll like it” or “if you’re not gonna have the green beans, then you’re having…”  It taught me to not let my eyes be bigger than my stomach, and also, to know when there was balance between food groups.
    Whatever lessons I learned from the different styles of having a family meal from my childhood, it meant absolutely nothing when it came to this experience.  Balance?  No.  Personal choice?  No.  Idea what was next?  No.  Hunger for second helpings?  Yes!
    Still and enduringly blindfolded, I hoped off the table and felt the plastic sheathing under my feet, slightly damp from piss.  The majority of it had stayed on the table, but I could hear it start to drip down now that I wasn’t indenting the pad.  My jock was soaked, my dick felt wet, my hole felt wet and cum filled, my hair was wet, my body was wet. 
    I might as well have just jumped out of the shower or out of a pool – except it was all piss and cum from some unknown number of guys.
    Jacob held my bicep and started to lead me in to the living room towards the “drinks” area.  “He looks like a fucking piss pig now!” and “He’s literally dripping piss all over his body” were my welcome messages, among others.  It felt really strange (not in a bad way) to be blindfolded, not able to see, yet have everyone see you on full display. 
    I determined that everyone was in the living room at that point, because there was literally no sound in the rest of the house.  It was at this point that I determined that half of the people I thought were there had left…probably when I heard the door open and shut a couple of times.  I didn’t know then if they were coming and going but it was clear they had left.
    I wanted to ask “can I have a water?” “how many people are here?” “did any of you fuck me? did any of you fuck me more than once?” “who gave me loads?” “is everyone that’s fucked me or pissed on me or whatever still here?” but I had not been spoken to or asked a question, so I just stood there.  I couldn’t even make eye contact or exactly tell where people were…
    Ethan was in front of me.  I only knew it was Ethan because he grabbed me on the shoulder and I could tell by the way he squeezed that it was just like he had done so when all of this had begun.  He reached around the back of my head with the same hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so it was tilted towards the ceiling.
    “Open your mouth, Boy!”
    “Yes sir!”
    I complied and he started to pour water into my mouth…dumping water into my mouth was more accurate.  I wasn’t choking but there was cold water flowing into my mouth and out of my mouth because I couldn’t swallow, hitting my face and running down my body.  It was cool enough make me shiver and as it reached my jock, I felt my dick twitch a little bit, recoiling from the cold. 
    Two or three guys came over to play with me while Ethan put the bottle to my lips and let me take normal sips of water.  One guy was in front of me on his knees and had pulled my jockstrap down below my balls and got access to my dick.  He started sucking on my piss-soaked dick while pulling on my balls.  He’d occasionally reach back with his hand and finger my cummy hole, so I was continuing to get my hole worked.  My hole at this point felt pretty wide open and ready for more.  I hadn’t had anyone suck my dick this whole time…it had only been slapped and pulled.  Having my dick sucked by this guys warm mouth felt amazing.
    I’m a verbal top and a verbal bottom – always have been.  I wanted to tell the guy to “suck my dick” and any of the 10000000000 other things I could have said, but I held it all in.  It created this tension in my body that made me want to cum.  
    I had finished the water and Ethan had moved away.  The two other guys had positioned themselves, one in front and one in back.  Behind me, the guy had taken over ongoing duty fingering my hole, smacking my ass checks, spreading my hole with fingers, and with the other hand, squeezing my shoulders.  The guy sucking my dick had moved closer to my body and had my dick deep in my mouth and the other guy seemed to be standing over him.  He was working my nipples, would occasionally grab my dick and feed it to the dick sucking guy.  This was another moment where there was so much happening it was hard to tell…the guy in the back would reach around and also grab my dick, or squeeze my nipples, my hair would get grabbed. 
    I could hear Ethan and Jacob and Alex talking to the other guys, past where the drinks were and about 10-15 feet away.
    “Let’s get going then!”  I heard Ethan say, now loud enough for me to understand what he was saying.  I had never seen him do this before this time, but he clapped again, like he had done before – kind of like a coach in a locker room letting the players know it was time to take the field. 
    There was new animation in the room and the guy on the ground took his dick off my mouth and the other two stepped back as well.  It was clearly Jacob and Alex who were now side by side next to me, holding my arms.  I realized I hadn’t known up to this point where Alex had been.  I suppose he must have been in the living room the whole time.
    They turned me around, back towards where the table was but more in the direction of the metal tub.  I remembered it from earlier but hadn’t thought of it in a while.  If the theme of the night was watersports, and given EVERYTHING that we’d already done, what could be next that requires this tub?
    Alex lifted up my leg once we reached the trough and helped me get in.  (Pigs at the Troff was, at that time, one of my favorite pornos and still is, so the fact that I was being put in a trough for the first time in my life was not lost on me). 
    “Boy, down!”  Jacob commanded and instinctually dropped to my hands and knees, then repositioned myself so that I could lower my body down to the floor.  I realized immediately I could have done a better job, because my ass at this point was in facing the center of the tub, and I imagined that isn’t where it was supposed to be.  My suspicion was reaffirmed.
    Ethan smacked my ass hard while Jacob grabbed my hair and pulled me to the left so as to spin me around.
    “How the fuck is anyone going to get to your hole that way?”  Ethan said.
    My ass was now resting on the edge of the trough, facing outward.  My head was nearly in the center of the trouble, like the minute hand on a clock.  I had an ah-ha moment – more piss fucking was ahead!  And it didn’t take long.
    With the EDM still playing and porno still playing and coming from multiple directions, I was now also surrounded on all sides by however many guys were left at this party.  I could hear guys stroking their dicks, or someone else’s dick, someone was getting their dick sucked on my left.
    And then I felt something I had not ever felt before, and I don’t think I have since.  At first, it felt like a spatula, but it had a softer edge and a harder middle – like a paddle but soft on the outside.  The first smack of whatever the fuck it was definitely made me lunge forward a bit, and I was thankful that the Humbler was nowhere near me. 
    Whoever was using this slapper thing was alternating between my ass cheeks, occasionally running the flat paddle between my cheeks and over my hole.  It stopped briefly and then I heard Ethan say, “Now watch this.”
    The next smack of the paddle was not even as hard as they had been but shot through my body from head to toe.  The next one the same thing.  And the next and the next, increasing and decreasing in force.  Regardless of how much force was used, the sensation was like when you would accidentally shock yourself on an outlet.  Oh shit, is this some eSTIM thing?  I didn’t know until the paddle was placed between my ass cheeks and the electricity was engaged.
    FUUUUUCK!
    I moaned and yelled so loud there was no way that someone out on the street wouldn’t have heard me.  But the stimulation was so intense I wasn’t even making my normal involuntary sounds.  Every noise that came out of me was punctuated “ah ah ah ah ah” as though I was getting pounded, presumably from the waves of electricity flowing through me.
    I must have looked like an epileptic freak show.  I was nowhere near in the proper position anymore, my arms were flailing from side to side, I was about 50% sitting upright but thrashing my body from side to side, I kept reaching back only to have people pull my arms away…the paddle just kept moving up and down between my ass cheeks and over my hole, sending electricity in to my body.  I felt like my body was moving at the speed of sound.  After maybe thirty seconds, the paddle was removed.
    I fucking loved it but FUCK!  I don’t think that’s something I could take a lot of.  As I thought about it, my ass has more fat and my hole was pretty much worked so if this had been applied to another part of my body (like my dick, or nipples, or anywhere) I think I might have lost it.  I could totally have seen myself cumming hands free had they continued.
    Before I could even fully get my body back into an ass up position, the piss started flowing.  One guy pissing from in front me, the other from behind me and to the side.  The hot piss felt amazing, and I was just enjoying the warmth after the cold water from before.
    I heard the pump of the big lube container, and someone was positioning themselves behind me, pulling my hips back so that my ass hung over the edge of the trough.  The pissing from both sides continued for just a while longer while the guy behind me got his dick up to my hole and thrust his dick inside.
    None of the fucking I’d received up to this point had been gentle, or slow, and all of the guys had a certain love for really ramming their dicks in hard from the start.  Having had all the dick I had at this point, it was much easier to take but still made me gasp as he got his dick all the way inside me.  Without the gag, I was making a ton more moaning and growling noises, and completely in a sex haze, moaned out loud and in a commanding way, “Oh, fuck my hole deep with you dick! Breed my hole!”
    I knew instantly I had broken one of my commands and hoped that no one would care, but Ethan and Jacob both responded within seconds and Alex stepped in to the trough near my head.  Ethan used the paddle to smack my ass several times and Jacob did the same on the other side of my ass with his hand.  These were punishments that would leave a red mark, and it stung, even while the guy behind me continued to have his dick buried in me.  Alex at the same time smacked me across my face, pulled my hair and in a way I hadn’t heard him talk up to this point, said,
    “You don’t fucking talk unless we talk to you.  You don’t fucking speak, unless we ask you to.  You understand Boy?”  He put his hand over my mouth and squeezed his hand on both of my cheeks to make my mouth open, then shoved his dick in my mouth.  “If you fuck up again, the next thing gagging you is not going to be enjoyable!”
    The guy fucking me had started fucking for real while all of this was happening and clearly was turned on by it because only about 30 seconds after, he started to grunt, “I’m gonna shoot a load in him!  I’m gonna fucking cum!”  And he loaded me up with a big load, I could feel it.  There’s no way this could have been his second of the night, because as soon as he stopped shooting, he pulled out and I could feel cum still coming out of his dick. 
    “I’m tapping in, man!” said another guy and he quickly replaced the dick that had just filled me full of jizz.  “Oh fuck man – this hole.  What a fucking slut!”  He didn’t just thrust in deep but started rapid fucking me from the jump.  He was breathing heavy at first but then someone put a dick in his mouth, so he was making slobbering noises on some dick while he was fucking my hole. 
    Another stream of piss started flowing all over my back, moved up to my neck and hair, then down to my lower back.  The trough at this point was meaningless as my ass was hanging over the edge, but the guy kept pissing. 
    “Man, this pussy is so slick and wet and loose…” and the guy on the other side of the dude fucking me then started pissing on me, while I continued to get my hole pounded.
    The guy fucking me shoved in really deep, making me grown wildly, piss splashing on my body, held there for a second and then in ten very fast strokes after said “Take my load you fucking piss pig!  Take that fucking load.”  And he buried his dick in me and shot his load, the other guy almost simultaneously finishing his piss shower on my body. 
    “DAMN! I could fuck shit like this every day!  Nasty piss pig!  You like that Boy?”
    I had been grunting and moaning so much I didn’t even realize he was talking to me.  He smacked my ass, still inside of me.  “I asked you a fucking question.  Did you like that Boy!”
    “OH MY GOD, fuck yes sir!  The loads and the piss and fucking …. Fuck!  It feels so good!”  I was nearly incoherent.  This was another moment where the blindfold really amplified the experience – I didn’t really have a sense of being on the ground, I kind of felt like I was floating my body didn’t feel like it was completely in physical form…
    “Thank you, sir.  I feel fucking great.”  The guy pulled out of my hole and at this point, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop cum from flowing out with his dick.  My hole was still keeping most of it in, but I could tell my hole was covered on the outside.
    “Let me get at that!”  and very quickly after the last guy had pulled out, I had another dick in me.  He took almost no time to come at all and I’m pretty sure it was the same guy who had just pissed on me.  There’s something hot about these types of group situations where, as time goes by, everyone gets so jacked up and horny that when they finally get in, they just can’t wait to shoot!  He was not wanting to wait.
    He also fucked me fast, alternating between a lot of shallow thrusts and occasionally pushing in deeper.  No more than 30 seconds later he shot his load in me and stayed still for about another 30 while he too gave me what felt like a giant load.  He pulled out and said something along the lines of “I know you’ll enjoy that one!  Good job Boy!”
    I heard some action over at the drinks station and just lay there coated with piss, cum-filled hole, cum-sloppy hole on the outside.  I didn’t have a clue if that was it, who was still there, or whether I should move, so I just stayed still.
    I heard someone to my right exhale and then felt another strong stream of piss hit my body and move up to my head.  “Move forward Boy and get in the middle more.”  I did that. 
    He pissed all over my body, targeted my hole, and kept pissing, finally relieving himself. 
    The guys were all away from the trough it seemed at this point – drinking water or cocktails or whatever, and I just stayed there on my knees, body lowered down, my head on my hands.
    Ethan, talking to the group said, “Good?”  and a combination of “Yeah, man” “Fuck yeah” and “For sure!”  were the responses.
    “If any of you wanna rinse off really quick, the bathroom is through the kitchen.  Towels are on the counter.”  I heard one or two people proceed that way. 
    The remainder (and it was still very unclear to me how many there were) seemed to go to the other side of the living room.  I heard what sounded like a belt buckle, and just other sounds of people getting dressed.  “Thanks for coming!” coinciding with what sounded like a high five, and I heard two or three people move past me, towards the door.
    “Nice job Boy!  That was fucking hot!” one said.  And the door opened and they left.
    Ethan grabbed my shoulders in his signature way and told me to sit up.  He tossed a towel over my shoulder.  “How you doing, Boy?  You feeling good?”
    “Is it over?  I feel amazing!  I am…….I am….I dunno.   That was fucking hot! I…”
    “Shhhhhh!  Enjoy it.  You made us proud.  You did good, Boy!”  Jacob and Alex were there, their hands on my body in various places.  This time, it wasn’t dominant touching, but stabilizing.  They were holding me in place, helping me re-establish my footing reassuring me, and even thanking or congratulating me. 
    The guys from the bathroom were back, dressed fairly quickly, and while moving past me stopped to say to Ethan, Jacob and Alex, “That was hot!  So good!  Thanks for having us!  Let us know if there’s other stuff going down.”  “Will do, thanks for coming,” said Ethan.  Jacob chimed in “Yeah, you guys were great!”  I didn’t know how these two guys were different than the others – I’d have to think about that – but I did get the sense that they were a couple.
    One of the guys turned towards me, based on the sound of his voice, and said “Boy, you put in the work!  You’re a hot fuck and a good nasty pig!  Hope we see you again!”
    “Thank you, sir!”
    The door opened, they walked out.  It was just me and the Doms.  Jacob had his hand around my waist and Alex had his hand on my upper back.  Ethan was standing in front of me.
    “Alright, Boy!  You wanna take a shower and get ready to relax?”
    “Yes sir, and sir, can I ask for something else?”  “Sure”
    “Could I get some more water and maybe something to eat after I shower?  I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m a bit hungry now that I’m now getting filled, sir!”
    “We’re way ahead of you!  Go clean up.”
    Before going to the bathroom, Jacob and I stopped in the kitchen and sat at the table.  He set a turkey sandwich directly on the table, a yogurt, and a bottle of water.  “Eat this!”  He grabbed my hand and placed it on the sandwich.  
    They were not giving me any rewards via the food.  Ethan loved really good food, and so the fact that I had eaten unseasoned chicken and rice out of a bowl earlier, and was now served a dry turkey sandwich, a plain yogurt, and a warm bottle of water seemed like a deliverable show of power and control.
    I ate it quickly, mostly because I was hungry and because there was nothing worth savoring.  “Let’s go!” Jacob grabbed me by my arm and led me across the kitchen to the bathroom.
    He shut the door. Immediately, he reached around the back of my head and unfastened the blindfolded, removed it, and tossed it on the counter.
    I had only briefly, vaguely seen Jacob in my peripheral vision when Ethan had taken off my blindfold in the kitchen.  At that time, I was barely able to see to see his mouth and his grin.  I had no idea what his hair color was, what his body looked like…anything…until this moment.  Up until this point he was someone I had smelled, touched and felt inside me but still a somewhat imaginary figure in my brain.
    The blindfold came off and he was standing right in front of me, smiling, one of his hands resting on my shoulder.  He was many ways like Ethan – he had this kindness and compassion that just sort of flowed from his eyes and his smile and his body language.  It was what I felt he had been all along, even in the most intense moments of the last many hours of this day. 
    “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m going to…” and he leaned in and kissed me, and we made out intensely for about a minute before he pulled himself back.  “Ethan told you about the punishments and I wanted to show you the reward.  You were a champ, J.”
    It was the first time I had been referred to as something other than Boy.  It was the first time I was able to see in a long time.  And it felt like true connection – much like I had felt with Ethan, Jacob and Alex from the beginning.  But in that moment, it deepened.  Not just with Jacob but with Ethan and Alex as well.
    (NOTE:  I don’t recall if I teared up in that moment, but flash forward to writing this, I had tears flowing…)
    Jacob kept smiling then got down to remove jock, cockring, and ball stretcher.   He pulled the harness off over my head.  He walked to the shower and turned on the water. 
    “Take your time.  We’re just going to chill in the living room for the rest of the night.  But you’re back in Boy mode the minute I come back, okay?”  He seemed to acknowledge that we had a moment that wasn’t quite in the script.  “Yes, sir.”
    “And don’t worry, Ethan wasn’t kidding, you’ll be seeing this jockstrap again.”
    He shut the door and I got into the shower.  I stood there for a bit and bizarrely wished I had been blindfolded.  It was as though seeing everything around me – the walls, the sink, the glass, the toilet – was distracting me from what I was feeling at that moment.  Being able to see was actually more disorienting than being blindfolded.  It felt like a shift from the last time I had been able to see without the blindfold, where I was still searching for clues and visuals to orient me.
    Now, I was hoping my vision would be blocked so I could see clearly again.
    I felt so many things and couldn’t really name it – energized and tired, overwhelmed and calm, horny and serene (my dick was literally throbbing at this point), excited, curious, filled with anticipation…
    And I felt this other thing…which I would never have expected to have felt…given what had just happened and how it had happened…but I felt loved, appreciated and worthy.  And I felt safe.  And I felt honored and respected.
    I finished showering and Jacob came back in almost immediately with some clothes.  I was toweling off and he grabbed the towel and wiped down my back.  He gave me some loose-fitting pajama pants and a white wifebeater and some socks. 
    “I’m just warning you – you’re gonna have plenty of rest and sleep every day, Boy, but this is probably the most comfortable it will be tonight.”  He put some toothpaste and a toothbrush down on the counter.  “Brush your teeth, Boy.  I’ll wait!”
    “Yes sir!”  He had switched back in to Alpha Dom. 
    I brushed my teeth and he then put a new blindfold on me.  It was soft and very comfortable, like a sleeping mask but more “BDSM” flavor.
    “Time to relax before your bedtime, Boy!”
    We walked back to the living room and Jacob stopped me directly in front of where Ethan and Alex were standing.  I was guessing we were in the couch area.  They all gave me shoulder squeezes, rubbed me in various places, softly on my dick.  It was so relaxing compared to everything else. 
    “You really did great today, Boy!  There’s a lot more to come!  Jacob and I are gonna hang here with you here for a bit, Alex has to go home, and then you get a reward tonight for doing so well...you get to sleep on the couch!”
    I could feel myself relax and getting sleepy already.   I wondered, if my reward was sleeping on the couch, then...where else would I sleep?  The Cage?
    “Thank you, sir.  Thank you, sir, Alex, sir.”  Alex patted me on the head a few times.  “Sleep well, you’re gonna need it!”  Alex left the house, presumably to go home.
    Ethan and Jacob guided me to the center of the couch and there was a pillow partially on Jacob’s lap where my head would go, and Ethan grabbed my legs and put them across his.  They spread the same blanket over me as earlier.  It felt like Jacob and Ethan had similar pajama pants on as well as wifebeaters.  It all felt very…calm, casual, cozy, comfortable. 
    Some show started playing on TV, I couldn’t really tell what it was.  Jacob was running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my head and occasionally squeezing my earlobe or running his finger around the edge of my ear and lips.  Ethan was massaging and squeezing my feet with his identifiable firm touch occasionally, moving his hand all the way up my leg while Jacob moved his hand all the way down to meet Ethan’s.  It was completely different than the energy of the past many hours, and yet the connection that I felt two the two of them specifically felt the same.
    We didn’t talk about the day.  It was too fresh and I think everyone was tired. 
    “Good night, Boy!”
    “Good night, Sir.  Good night, sir!”
    I lay there and fell asleep fast.  I don’t remember either of them getting up or leaving the couch or how long they stayed there with me.  I slept so deeply and don’t recall the dreams I had that night, but I do remember having very vivid dreams.  Day one was over.
    The next morning...
    I heard a car door shut out on the street in the front of the house, perhaps in the neighbor’s driveway.  I woke up and opened my eyes, only to realize I was still blindfolded.  I was a bit dazed, wondering where I was, a bit in disbelief that the last day had happened. 
    I could hear someone in the kitchen and I could smell…something breakfast-like cooking.  Toast and sausage maybe?
    I heard Ethan, “Boy, you can take your blindfold off for a minute.  There is water and a note for you to read on the table.  Drink the water.  And then do what the note says, Boy!  Don’t try to look around, I’m watching.  Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I removed the blindfold, and on the table was a bottle of water, and a piece of paper folded in half.  On the outside it said “Boy.”
    I drank the bottle of water quickly.  I’d had one before bed too, but was still thirsty and also really needed to pee.  I finished the water, then picked up the note.
    “Clothes off.
    Blindfold on.
    Go to bathroom.
    Shut door.
    Blindfold off.
    Jockstrap on.
    Inside shower.
    Boy, down!”
    There wasn’t a single humanizing word to be found.  I did was told, and after stumbling to find my way to the bathroom, shut the door.  The jockstrap from yesterday was on the counter.  It was still just a little bit damp.
    I followed directions, got in the shower, got in to position and the door opened and I could already tell it was Ethan and Jacob.
    “Are you ready for Day 2, Boy?”
    “I am so fucking ready, sir!  Let’s fucking go!”
  5. PozToxVersPig
    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.
    HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!
    It’s hard to describe but having had the blindfold on for as long as I had at this point, whether I had my eyes open or not, I just saw this black expanse.  The longer I was blindfolded, the more my brain seemed to try and make sense of my experience by creating images that I could only see in my mind.  I know this sounds crazy.
    So HOLY SHIT! seemed to be floating around in the black.  Each different version of those words was in a different color, design or font.  Each represented, in a way that made sense to me, emotions I was feeling:  shock, surprise, anxiousness, devious excitement, lust, desire, longing…
    I know it sounds crazy, but I could see the words floating around, in different colors and fonts, representing my emotions – in my mind.  Perhaps this was something that happens when you’re deprived of your vision for extended periods of time.  I did not know.
    I had a moment of ... not panic, but a combination of racing thoughts, physical overstimulation and feeling out of control.  I needed to pump the breaks.
    HOLY SHIT!
    I took some breaths, tried to quiet things, and used a coaching technique from cycling which was to focus on a “single point of light” letting everything else move to the periphery. 
    Again, crazy as it sounds, in my mind, I moved all the “HOLY SHIT!” chaos to the side and ahead of me in the black was that single point of light.  Why was I causing me to have so many different feelings right now?  I needed to break it down mentally.
    What did I know to be true? What concerned me?  What didn’t I know?  How would I check in with myself moving forward for however long this lasted?
    I knew that Ethan was a good person, a colleague, a friend.  There had been no yellow flags, red flags, or signals of any kind that caused apprehension.  Check.
    We had discussed our limits and non-negotiables and agreed to respect them without question.  He had made clear his commitments regarding my physical safety.  He asked for my consent and I gave it.  I had an “emergency exit” if needed in the form of a safe word.  Check.
    He had a strong relationship with his family, friends and community.  He had a great job.  We got along great.  Check.
    I decided at that moment that I was going to trust Ethan fully and not continue to second guess what was happening.  Check.
    There was also a lot I didn’t know: How long was this going to go on?  What exactly was going on?  Ethan had made comments that made me believe others might be involved at some point…who were these people? 
    I decided then and there to honor my own commitment to what was happening, which was to participate.  I hadn’t asked for any clarification about what would happen next, and I needed to get comfortable in the fact that I’d find out and be surprised as it occurred.  I think I let go of any desire I had left to control at that moment.
    My final thought was about Ethan’s passion for BDSM, the BDSM community, and the values this community represents.  He was vocal about it with family and friends and advocated further acceptance.
    It would not support Ethan’s goals regarding BDSM if I had a terrible experience.  I wouldn’t participate again but beyond that, it would likely taint our friendship.  Also, though I wasn’t part of the BDSM community, it would damage any sense of allyship I had.
    Everything continued to reinforce that I had nothing to worry about.  He wanted to have fun and train me to be a good Submissive, perhaps pulling me further into a love of BDSM so we could more fully participate together.
    These thoughts and resolutions all occurred in my head as I was crouched in the Cage.  It was like a mental whiteboarding session and Shamanic release ceremony rolled in to one, all while I was naked, in a dog cage, unable to move, and alone.
    I felt very relaxed and let out a large breath. 
    I snapped out of my meditation when, while exhaling, I dropped my butt slightly towards my ankles, causing the anal beads to pull against the inside of my hole.  It wasn’t painful, but it was significant enough to snap me back into consciousness. 
    I then overcorrected, pushing my butt back up towards the top of the Cage, but also lunging forward slightly in the process, causing the Humbler to pull on my balls.  I kept moving my body trying to find the right position but couldn’t.  I was moving around in all positions but couldn’t quite find any position where I wasn’t being pulled on.
    Muffled by the ball gag still, I let out a frustrated grunt and moan partly from the sensations of being pulled two ways and part because I felt in that moment that I desperately needed Ethan’s dick inside me again.
    It took a few moments of small adjustments in all directions for me to regain the position I had been in.  It was such a relief to not be battling the anal beads and the Humbler that I started to relax immediately, slowing my breathing and relaxing my muscles again.
    My mind began to wonder again.  I could see black, a point of light.  I could also feel my body.  My mind and body felt connected.
    I started to pay attention to the sounds I was hearing.  Occasionally, an airplane would fly overhead, sounding like it was descending into SeaTac.  I could hear it through the screen door that led to the back yard.  This made sense given where Ethan lived.  I could hear cars passing by in the front of the house on the road every so often.  The sound was faint and probably only audible because a window was open.  One of the pipes in the kitchen made a whooshing sound irregularly. 
    I stayed crouched in the Cage a bit longer when I heard the front door open and shut.  "Hello, Boy, I'm back" Ethan said.
    "Hello, Sir" I said, muffled by the ball gag.  There was no way the sound could be interpreted as words.
    I then heard the front door open and close again.  Ethan had already made his way to the side of the cage.  I could tell he was there, and this was confirmed when he opened the door to the cage, reached in, and rubbed my back gently.
    But I heard other footsteps.  And the OH SHIT!s returned.
    OH SHIT!, there's another person.  OH SHIT!, there's another person that's gonna see me in this Cage.  OH SHIT!, what is this person here for?  I AM FUCKED.  Who is this person?  OH SHIT!, I CANNOT SEE!  OH SHIT!, why is no one saying anything, why is it so quiet?
    I was making some type of noise that was a combination of fast shallow breathing, moaning, and unintelligible sound to communicate I wanted out of the Cage.
    The other door to the Cage opened where my head was.  Ethan removed the ball gag. 
    "Did you miss me, Boy?"
    "Yes, sir, I missed you very much."  
    "Okay, stay there while I get you squared away in the back.  You think you can keep the anal beads in for now?"
    "Yes, sir."
    He detached the anal beads from the cage, took off the Humbler, and led me out of the cage.  He told me I could stand up and stretch, and I did exactly that.  It felt good to stand and move my body freely, something I hadn’t done for a while. 
    “Let’s go back to the living room, Boy.  I want to introduce you to someone.”
    I thought of what I must have looked like.  Restraints on all my limbs, ball gag on my chin, collar on my neck.  Nipple clamps.  The end of a string of anal beads hanging from my hole.  A cock ring and ball stretcher on my front side.  And that was just the gear.  My hair must have been disheveled, and my body coated with a sheen of sweat and lube.  I cannot believe someone would be “meeting” me for the first time in this state.
    Still blindfolded, he led me to the living room and towards where I thought the couch was.  He positioned me directly in front of what I could tell was another physical presence.  I could hear this new person breathing so I knew he was seated on the coach or one of the chairs.
    Ethan pushed me down to my knees and pushed my torso forward until my head finally touched something…it felt like...my head was being placed in someone's crotch between their legs and they were wearing jeans.  I could feel the soft scratchiness of denim against the side of my face and my nose and mouth.  I could also faintly smell a masculine cologne or aftershave.
    "Say hello to your Daddy's good friend, Boy.  This is Daddy's friend Jacob.  Jacob likes a lot of the same things that we do, and he thought it would be fun to come over and hang out and play.  Does that sound good, Boy?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "You wanna play, Jacob?  We’ve got some work to do."
    "Absolutely."
    "Jacob, you said you had some lessons you thought you could teach Boy here and some new commands that he should learn.  Wanna get started with his next round of training?  I'm going to pop in and out of the kitchen while I make some snacks for us and Boy.  But I can’t wait to watch this session.”
    Ethan left the room and entered the kitchen.  I could hear him opening cupboards and pulling preparing whatever the “snacks” were going to be.
    At the same time, Jacob placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed my torso back.  I was now on my knees and fully upright, Jacob now standing in front of me.  I heard him unzip his pants and pull them down, remove his shoes and toss them over to the left of both of us.
    His dick was apparently at the same level as my face because he slapped it across both of my cheeks multiple times.  He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my nose into his pubic hair.  He kept my head there while I breathed in the smell of his dick and balls and crotch.
    "Make sure you take a good whiff of my smell.  I want you to remember it.  It might come in handy.  All good Submissives remember everything about their Dominants.  Their smell, their taste, their feel, their voice…”
    "Yes, sir."
    I inhaled deeply, over and over.  He then told me he was going to turn around so I could smell his hole.
    “Lean forward until you get your face between my ass cheeks and can smell it.”
    I was too slowly leaning forward because a few seconds later, he reached behind my head and pulled my face forward until my nose was right between his ass cheeks.
    I breathed in deeply again and could smell man.  I loved it.  I desperately wanted to stick my tongue out and bury it in his hole, but I stopped myself.  I had learned that I am to do what is asked of me and speak when I was spoken to, not more.  I had already received a punishment for doing something I wasn’t asked to do.  If Jacob wanted me to lick his hole, I would do so without question.  But without an invitation, I would probably receive a punishment, and I’d deserve it.
    He turned back around with his dick towards me, and smacked his dick across my face a couple of times, then leaned down a bit and with his mouth close to my ear said,
    “Open your mouth, Boy.  I’m gonna teach you how to suck dick.”
  6. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note:  If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
    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.  Just as quickly, he told me to open my mouth and inserted the rubber ball of a ball gag in my mouth, which he also strapped tightly behind my head.
    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……..
  7. PozToxVersPig
    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 over 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” – 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)
  8. PozToxVersPig
    NOTE:  This posting is not part of the retelling/story.  It is meant to explain the approach taken to write the story - "how the sausage gets made."  If you want sex, check out the posts labeled "PART # - XXXX"

    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.  
  9. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note:  If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
    I heard him turn on the water in the kitchen.  He came back into the room and set something down in front of me and said,
    "Boy, what other things might I have in my house that would be Submissive to me?"
    "Sir, I don't understand what you are talking about."
    “You’re by Submissive.  What else might live in a house that would be Submissive to me in some way?
    I paused for a bit.  This was my first foray into the Dom/Sub world at this depth, so I wasn’t quite sure how to answer.  Up to this point, any Dom/Sub play was simply the top taking control, telling the bottom what to do, and otherwise was just a normal fuck session.
    Now, I was already well past that point.  Blindfolded, geared up, restrained, a ball gag still resting on my chin…
    "Are you talking about a pet…well, a dog…Sir?"
    "Good job, Boy.  A pet and a pet that can learn…exactly like a dog.  A pet is submissive to his owner…his alpha.  He is trainable and learns commands.  He obeys those commands without question.  Doesn't that sound a lot like what you were told your job was, Boy?"
    "Yes, sir, it does."
    "I'm glad you think so because you're going to receive a lot of the same treatment as a pet might and that starts now.  Right in front of you is a clean pet bowl filled with water.  When you need to drink some water, you will drink out of this bowl while on your hands and knees.  You can only use your mouth, not your hands, to get the water.  I'll make sure there is always fresh water in the dish and that you have access to it whenever you need it.  If you understand, Boy, you can drink some water."
    "Thank you, Sir."
    I couldn't exactly figure out how to position myself.  My hands were still chained behind my back so I couldn’t use them to position myself.  I lifted my head up and inched forward until I was above the bowl, something I only knew by lowering my head until I finally touched the bowl.  Without the blindfold, this would have been easier.
    I’ve watched dogs drink out of bowls, so I began to do what they do.  Lap up the water with my tongue.  I then realized if I put both my lips into the water I could suck the water up.  The odd body position of using my abdominal muscles to hold up my body to drink the water without my hands for some reason made me more aware of the butt plug in my hole.
    It was at that moment that Ethan, while I drank water from a dog bowl, Ethan began doing to me something I still do to myself to this day.
    He began fucking me with the butt plug.  Fucking yourself with a butt plug is different than a dildo, because there is a notably wider base on butt plugs and the opportunity for your hole to close once past it.  In and out, over and over, my hole would pass the widest part and close around the base, then Ethan would pull it back out forcing me to stretch my hole again. 
    I had stopped drinking water at this point, and my face was back on the ground.  I continued moaning as Ethan worked my hole.
    "Your hole looks great, Boy.  Before we go further though, I want you to feel something else in there.  I want you to try to remember what it feels like for the rest of our time here.  Pay special attention to how it feels compared to the butt plug and also try to think about how it feels different from anything else that might end up inside you.”
    I assume he had taken off his jeans when he was in the kitchen because the next thing I knew I could feel the tip of his dick rubbing over my hole up and down repeatedly.  He was going to fuck me and I wanted it.
    "Please give your dick, Sir."
    He smacked my ass harder than he had my face and said, "Boy, don't speak unless spoken to.  I didn't ask you a question."
    He then shoved his dick in, as always, firmly and aggressively all the way down to the base in about a 10 second stroke.  His timing and technique continued to be perfect.
    I moaned from the feeling of having his dick all the way in and my hole stretching around the base of his dick.  He began fucking me in a perfect medium speed, each time all the way in and almost all the way out. 
    "Boy, are you going to remember how my dick feels? How my dick specifically feels?"
    "I'll try to, Sir!  It feels amazing Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”
    He pulled out, smacked my ass again, reached through my legs, pulled on my balls, and said "Stand up, Boy.  I'm going to show you where you will be….relaxing…for the next few.........well, for a while."
    I stood up, and said "Yes, sir" as he grabbed the chain between my arms and started to push me across the room.  He unfastened the chain so my arms could move freely.
    "Boy, reach down in front of you until you touch something."
    "Yes, sir."
    I carefully continued bending down lower until my hand touched something.  It was metal, it felt like...fencing?  I moved my hand around a bit more, felt the square corners and a bit of the sides and then realized what I was touching.
    A dog cage.
  10. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note:  If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.

    I started to move my hands more quickly across the Cage and attempt to figure out as much as I could about my new “home.”
    I wasn't sure what to think. I felt safe with Ethan, but in terms of Dom/Sub stuff this had now gone way past anything I had ever done.  Normally it was just restraining someone and fucking... but living and “relaxing” in a dog cage?  I was overwhelmed yet not worried...but my mind was trying to process things and wasn't really doing so good.
    Based on my assessment, the cage was large.  Not large like it was a kennel where someone could move around, but suitable for a large sized dog.  It was about 4-5 feet long, 3 feet wide, and maybe 3-4 feet tall.  The sides and top were very open but certainly had enough metal to keep anything inside it inside.
    I had seen dog cages like this, so I had a general idea in my mind what it looked like.  I hadn’t ever seen one that was large enough to hold a human inside…but this seemed large.
    I heard the door of the cage open.
    "What do you think, Boy, do you want to try it out?  Get in your house, Boy.  I'll help you."
    "Yes, Sir."
    He pressed me down to my knees and then forward into a crawl position.  HOLY SHIT!
    “Good boy!  I'm gonna put on your collar.  This always stays on.  When we go on walks, I'll put your leash on.  When you're inside or in the yard, you can roam freely on your hands and knees.  Sometimes, I'll let you stand up, but otherwise, you'll be on your hands and knees.  Do you understand, Boy?”
    "Yes, sir."  He must have crouched down because he used the opportunity to slap his dick across my face, presumably because I was about to be put in the Cage.
    He grabbed the back of the collar and led me crawling forward to the door of the Cage.  He told me to be careful of the small lip I needed to crawl over and continued to lead me inside until I was fully inside the cage.
    "Try to move around, Boy, get used to your home."
    "Yes, sir."
    Now that I was inside, I could tell how big it was relative to my body.  I could not stretch out my body.  I had to stay in a crawl position or could cross my arms on the floor and put my head down on the floor of the Cage.
    Ethan opened the door on the other side of the Cage.
    “Boy, I’m putting a water bowl over here in the corner where your head is on the right side.”  I couldn’t really tell where the water bowl was but there was only so much space for it.
    The Cage was like any other dog cage you could buy at a pet store.  I moved my body side to side, tried to sit up to ascertain the space above me, and inched forward to find the water bowl to see how much room I had in front and behind me. 
    I had about 4 inches on either side of my body, so there was no way for me to turn around and face the other direction.  There were about 8 inches above me, so there was no chance of sitting up.  There were 6-8 inches in front and behind me, maybe less. There was a pad on the floor of the cage that felt like neoprene or something waterproof, but it was thin and I could feel metal cage beneath the pad that made up the floor of the Cage.
    "How do you like your home, Boy?  It’s your Boy-cave! Are you comfortable?  I'll bring you some treats and a toy later for when you're in your cage.  Don't worry, you won't be here all of the time, but when your Daddy has to go on an errand, or pick someone up, or whenever I want you to, you'll stay in the Cage.  Do you understand, Boy?"
    "Yes, Sir." 
    "I'll be right back.  I need to grab your first toy." 
    He walked away and presumably to the Trunk.  He returned to the kitchen and set something on the kitchen table a few feet away.  It was notable because it made an odd sound being set on the table.  He moved back to the side of the cage.
    "Boy, I lied to you, you'll get your toy in just a few minutes but first I want to do some training.  This will train you to have good form and to be obedient to me.”  (I couldn’t what he was holding but he tapped it against the Cage a few times.)
    “It will teach you control and also remind you of the limits you must stay within.  Are you ready, Boy?”
    I was moaning just from the sheer exhilaration of all of this.  "Yes, sir."
    He moved to one end of the cage, where my hole was.  I then felt more lube spread over my hole and fingered inside of it.  He must have been on his knees given he was reaching inside of the Cage to do this.
    He began to insert what I instantly recognized as an anal bead into my hole – the shape was familiar as was the rubberized connection between the balls.  I’ve played with several types of anal beads – some are all the same size, and some start out small and grow larger.  Based on the small first ball, I was betting these were graduating and I was in for more and more hole stretching as he proceeded. 
    He proceeded slowly but eventually got to the fifth and last ball.  My hole was well worked at this point, but the fourth and fifth ball still required some focused relaxation.  The shape of the balls alone makes them harder than a dildo or plug of the same size to take. 
    He finally pushed the fifth ball inside.  I felt like my head was going to explode from the intense sensation of having my guts filled with the anal beads and the stretching my hole was enduring.  I groaned and then let out a huge breath.
    "There boy, that's step one.  Are you ready for step two?"
    "Yes, sir" I responded, breathing quickly, feeling amazing and warm, the end of the anal beads dangling from my hole.  I wondered “steps of what?”
    He then slid something that felt like wood between my legs, turned it to cross my legs, and began attaching a second piece to the first on the other side of my legs and .... around my balls?  I couldn't really tell what was going on, I was moaning and panting, my balls were getting stretched between these pieces of wood.  I had never seen a Humbler before, but I started to get a sense of what it did.  If I were to try to get out of the position I was in on my knees and bent over, the Humber would pull on my balls, harder the more I tried to get out of that position.
    "Boy, this is meant to teach you obedience.  If you try to get out of this position, it will continue to become more painful as it pulls on your balls.  You and you alone are responsible for the pain you feel.  Do you understand, Boy."
    "Yes, sir" I whimpered.  It didn't hurt, but when I tried to make a small adjustment in my position, I already felt a noticeable pulling on my balls.
    "Boy, the final part is this, you also can't crouch down more. Right now, I'm attaching the anal beads to the top of the cage.  If you try to crouch downward, it will tug on the anal beads inside you and pull against the inside of your hole."
    "Yes, sir."
    He walked to the side of the cage where my head was and opened the door on that side, reached in and put the ball gag back in my mouth.
    "I'll be back in a few, Boy.  I've got a surprise for you.  Stay here and be a good Boy and show me how good you're going to be for the rest of our time.  I won't be far, don't worry."
    "Yes sir" I attempted to say through the ball bag.
    I heard him put on his clothes and exit the front door. 
    I was immobilized, blind, speechless, my hole was stretched open, my balls were stretched...and I was in a cage I couldn't get out of.
    I had no idea how long I would be there. 
    My mind raced with many thoughts:  Ethan’s told me that my life would not be in danger…he did say that right?  Did he say that?    Yes, he said that...I can trust Ethan.  He hasn't done anything to hurt me, he told me we were going to be Dom/Sub...maybe I just don't have enough experience.  This is Dom/Sub type stuff...why would I worry?  He told me I would be safe.  I'm going to be alright.  This is okay.  When will he be back?  I'm safe.
    The lack of ability to see anything combined with the silence, the confinement, the additional restraints preventing my movement without considerable and intense pain made my brain spin out of control until I told myself to breathe, in and out, counting my breaths.  Three in, three out.  Three in, three out.  Over and over...I found some quiet and calm from the thoughts in my head.
    And then the brain kicks in again...then you breathe...
    HOLY SHIT, I have no clue what is going on...
    (TO BE CONTINUED....)
  11. PozToxVersPig
    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.  (If you want to know more about the Writing Approach, I've detailed that here.)
    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 off 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 one 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 confidant sex pig.  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...but with dildos...but no killing. 🙂
    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 how much calling it 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
  12. PozToxVersPig
    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.
  13. PozToxVersPig
    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 stood silently, in the exact same spot, arms and hands by my side, blindfolded and gagged, wearing all my other gear…my armor.  It’s hard to even say that I was “naked” given all the gear though I’m sure that’s how most would have described me.  I stood in that spot, as still as I could be, for what felt like much longer but was probably closer to 10 to 15 minutes.  My dick had developed a life of its own, occasionally getting a little bit harder and twitching – probably in anticipation of what would come next.
    During this time my hole was doing what every bottom’s freshly fucked hole does…send non-stop aggressive emergency alert messages to your brain saying, "NEED MORE LOADS!"  Many many many more loads.  Bottom’s always like to take loads, but if you haven’t recently (within the last 24 hours, week, whatever), the first one seems to trigger the insatiable hunger and unrelenting focus on getting more.  Many many many more.
    Had I just gotten a load under other circumstances and not under the control of my Dominants, I’d be scouring the internet, my phone, texting fuck buddies, and identifying a plan to find more myself, but now, I was left merely to wait.  My hole continued to pulse ever so slightly. I genuinely feel bad for the power tops and reluctant bottoms of the world that never feel this sensation in their life.  It’s like a weird combination of heat and lust and ambition and drive and singular focus.
    There was movement all around me during this time -- items being moved and shuffled, dining room chairs placed in different locations.  Something made of hollow metal got assembled but I had no idea what it was – it didn’t sound large enough to be a sling. Someone brought something up from the basement and must have hit the wall or door jamb doing so. "Oh damnit!" Jacob said...he must have been the one carrying whatever it was.   The porno was back on but not very loud...Ethan and Jacob didn't speak much, at least that I could hear, but occasionally I'd here, "Like this you mean?" or "Try it there."  I didn't know what was taking place.
    Someone lightly clapped their hands and Ethan said, "I think that's it.  Let's turn on the other TV and the music."  Two TVs?  Music?  There must be something happening involving other people, because there’d be no reason for two TVs and music…
    I continued to stand there, thinking about what I had heard.  The furniture and chair movement – I assumed so it was more out of the way and would make space.  The shutters in the living room had been closed since I arrived, but I thought I heard the shutters in the dining room close as well.  Something large enough was brought up from the basement that it was difficult to maneuver through the narrow door…maybe a folding table like one you’d have at a party?  I knew I was spiraling trying to imagine the possibilities so once again, reminded myself to just breathe…
    That lasted a few minutes until I heard some final sounds similar to what I had heard a while ago but did not recognize or identify.  This time I thought I knew.  I heard what sounding like plastic sheathing being dropped downward coming from the dining room.  Putting two and two together, I realized that what I’d heard earlier was the same type of sheathing that I now guessed had been placed on the floor and secured with tape (I had heard tape being pulled off the roll).  Now it sounded like they might be covering furniture.  The show Dexter was in its heyday around this time and if you remember that show, plastic sheathing was regularly used for Dexter’s cleanup.  Yes, my mind went there at that moment, but I quickly ignored the thought.
    This had to be something involving watersports…that’s the ONLY possible reason for this covering things up like this.  But seriously, how much could really go down in someone’s house without it getting destroyed?  I got pissed in on my bed once with sex sheets down and me holding as much piss in as I could, it was still something needing containment.  Knowing Ethan though, he had thought this through. 
    I’m taken immediately back to reality with another slap on my semi hard dick and I could tell both Ethan and Jacob were standing in front of me.  It is crazy how lack of sight and the blindfold made it seem sometimes like what I was thinking in my head was real, because I could picture it so clearly…and it was only someone or something jolting me back to the physical world that made you realize you had been daydreaming.
    "Boy, we are going to start getting you ready, just the two of us.  But shortly after we're done, there are going to be several more people joining us.  We are not going to tell you who they are, whether you know them, whether we know them, or any information about them."  Oh my god, "whether you know them" - it wouldn't be the first time I'd accidentally ended up at the same sex party as a friend, but not in my current circumstances.
    "Boy, do you remember when we talked about watersports?”  (I shook my head yes and grunted.)  “You started today liking watersports, and tomorrow you will not be able to live without them.  It will become something you need and crave and can't live without.  An obsession.  That’s what tonight is all about.”
    I shook my head a few more times yes, vigorously, while trying to grunt enthusiastically.
    Someone reached around to my hole and began to pull the butt plug out that had been inside me.  I had once again almost forgotten it was there.  Applying a little more lube near the base, they continued pulling.  This plug felt different going in and very different coming out.  The widest part finally popped out, and I made a small yelping sound as my hole then settled on another ledge, stopping it from coming out further.  The plug was pulled on more and my hole released two more additional tiers of the plug – not as wide as the first and getting smaller as it exited.  I could picture the shape of the plug now.  I was breathing heavy and panting – that ended up being more effort than I expected.
    I was led to the same bathroom as before and moved into the shower.  I heard both Ethan and Jacob remove their clothes.  A group shower?  Yeah, right!  We had just talked about watersports so I had a pretty good idea of what might come next.
    "Boy, Down!" Ethan demanded.  His voice had grown much more assertive in just the last minute.  The somewhat compassionate vibe from when my blindfold was off was gone.  We were back to business.  I got down on all fours and then lowered my arms and head towards the shower floor, raised my ass and pushed it back, giving the maximum access to my hole.  I assumed the Down position…I was getting good at it.  Ethan told me to move forward and guided my head to the corner of the shower which I assumed was so someone could be behind me. 
    I could hear both stroking their dicks.  I wasn’t just getting washed down with piss, I wasn’t just getting fucked…this was the perfect setup for what has become one of my favorite things to this day – I was going to get piss fucked.  (Author’s note: at times like this, I have a certain "devious grin" I tend to make that some people have noticed.  I couldn't grin then because of the gag, but while writing this section in 2025, I caught myself with the "devious grin.")
    "Boy, your hole has started to loosen up but you need to focus so you’re ready for what’s happening next!  You need to loosen up your muscles and not grip our dicks at all unless we tell you to.  We're gonna continue to fuck your hole open with whatever we need to until we can take a piss easily in your hole."  Jacob said.
    He had moved into the shower behind me and onto his knees based on the direction his voice was coming from.  The shower was a large rectangular glass enclosed shower, adequate for two people in these positions, but there wasn’t room for additional movement.  Right in front of my head was the corner of the shower so I couldn’t move forward, and Jacob could easily stop me from moving left or right…I was pretty much stuck.  It felt a little like the Cage.
    Jacob, like before, put his dick against the outside of my hole and traced the outside with his dick.  And in a way that would become very familiar, he centered his dick on my hole and hesitated for just enough time so my anticipation could build.  He’d only fucked me once at this point, so I didn’t know if he was always aggressive, switched things up or….
    FUUUUCKK!  Before I ever knew it, Jacob took a quick breath and lunged forward and sunk his dick completely.  It couldn’t have taken more than 3 seconds.  I tried to escape the onslaught of his dick by moving forward, but my head collided with the corner of the shower so there he was, balls deep inside of me.  I felt the familiar feeling of my hole wrapped around the base of his dick.  It did, absolutely, feel different than Alex’s.  He kept himself all the way inside me, and the longer he stayed, the more I felt I could tell the difference.  I had moaned extremely loudly when he entered and had resumed shallow breathing, panting to try to calm myself.  Without the gag, I’m sure even the neighbors would have heard me.  I felt my eyes water from the overwhelming sensation – thank God Ethan couldn’t see that.
    After being inside me and buried for a bit, he rotated his hips so that my hole continued to be opened.  I was lightheaded and a little dizzy the way you are when you get a complete endorphin blast all at once.  He began to fuck me very aggressively and every five strokes or so would continue to rotate his hips and work my hole open.  I could feel myself opening up more and more.
    He wasted no time beginning to fuck me hard, this time every five strokes or so shoving most of the way in and then circling his hips so that it pulled on all edges of my hole.  He had a pattern I could anticipate which helped me to start fucking him back a little bit.  As this was happening, I was moaning and grunting like my body was being torn apart but in reality, I was enjoying it so much and hoping he wouldn’t stop.  I kept reminding myself to breathe and relax…saying both words in my mind as he continued.
    He pulled out completely and just as quickly I had three fingers from each of his hands up inside me, again pulling my hole open towards opposite sides of my body.  He was not messing around, using all his arm string.  It felt great and then he replaced his fingers with his dick again, fucking me for a few minutes longer.
    "I gotta stop.  You don't get my load yet, Boy."  He pulled out and said to Ethan "Look at that..."  "
    “Hell yeah, and we haven't really gotten started."  I think at that moment I was thinking “if we haven’t started yet, then let’s fucking start already” – the bottom in me was turned up!
    Despite the energy of the situation, I honestly felt super relaxed compared to any other time I had been fucked in my life up to that point (which was a lot).  I felt like those porno bottoms who literally can take a massive dick without so much as a dime size amount of lube, right from the jump – my hole was ready!
    I could still feel the slickness of Alex's loadI could certainly smell cum which, at this point, had to include Jacob's precum.   My hole was in a Zen state – relaxed, ready, and energized.
    "Here comes!"  Jacob said, just a few moments after he had pulled out.  I felt a few initial drops and sprays of his warm piss hit the outside of my hole and my ass cheeks before he put his dick back inside, this time slower and gentler.  He was nearly fully in when he let out a sigh/moan and just like that, it started.  It felt warm and the feeling of it inside could not be ignored.  It was so different than cum, which felt softer when it hits your insides.  This felt sharper - not painful - just sharper. 
    He went on for a while, and I thought he was finished but then he sigh/moaned again and even more started flowing into me.  I wanted to say "Damn, sir, that's a lot of piss."  Honestly, I didn't know how much it was compared to how it felt, but then it started to leak out of me and past his dick and I could feel it dribbling down my legs.  Jacob let out another sigh/moan, I guess indicating he was done.
    “Oh Boy, how does that feel?  You’ve got a hole filled with my piss.  I want you to try gently wrapping your hole a little tighter around my dick…you’re gonna hold all this piss inside you and I don’t want any to come out.”
    I did as I was told, focusing very hard on controlling my hole around his dick.  He very slowly removed his dick, little by little.  It felt like I succeeded when he finally had his dick completely out.  I didn’t feel any additional piss flow out of me.
    Jacob and Ethan seemed to shuffle positions quickly, because a few moments later, I felt Ethan's dick pressed up against my hole, already centered, and within 10 seconds of Jacob pulling out, Ethan was already inside of me. 
    "I fucking love shoving my dick into a hole full of piss and fucking it out.  Damn, so fucking hot."  I groaned in agreement a few times "grrr grrr grrr."
    "That's so hot man, how's it feel?" Jacob was egging Ethan on.
    "Really fucking good, I could stay here forever but it's time to make sure he starts feeling and smelling like a pig who's obsessed with piss." 
    While inside of me, I had the same feeling of knowing Ethan's dick compared to the others...I felt a difference.  Jacob's dick was thicker overall top to bottom, so it forced me open more side to side.   Ethan's was more cylindrical so it felt more equal around my entire hole.  Alex’s was longer, wider at the base than at the top.
    Ethan shoved his dick in about 3/4 of the way and I could tell while he was pushing his dick in that he was already starting to piss in me.
    "Just keep making sure that hole is nice and relaxed Boy cuz I know you want this second bucket of piss inside you."  I grunted again.
    He made a similar sound to Jacob and let out a sigh/moan as he continued to flood me.  A small amount continued to trickle out of my hole, but nothing compared to what I could feel was going inside.  I honestly wasn't sure how long it was going to go on.  Occasionally the flow of piss would stop for a moment then start.  And I felt this complicated sense of fullness and emptiness at the same time.
    When he finally finished, he didn't pull out.  Instead, he started pumping his dick in and out of me, speeding up little by little until he started to pound me at a fairly aggressive speed with deep, long strokes. 
    At this point, I still felt very relaxed but then realized that the flood gates had opened and there was piss splashing out of my hole from his dick thrusts and up on to my back, my legs, presumably all over Ethan....I felt some drops of piss hit my back and sides of my torso.
    He kept pounding pretty fast and hard, while at the same time taking deep breaths in and out and telling me to "relax" and I did and the more he continued to pump and the piss flew everywhere, the more relaxed I became.  Ethan kept going and at a certain point, I felt considerably emptier than before and the piss-splash show had all but stopped. 
    Ethan grunted and said, "That was fucking amazing.  Good Boy, you learned how to relax your hole more.  You did a good job so I'm gonna start you off with your first load of the night."
    He smacked my ass and then began fucking me fast and hard and very quickly he said, "I'm breeding your hole Boy.  You're gonna get a fat load!  Here goes."
    He grunted more and shot a load in me, buried deep in my hole up to his balls.  I could feel the cum deposit, but it felt different now that all that piss had been in there.  He pulled out quickly and got up.
    The smaller butt plug from earlier had re-appeared and slide easily in. 
    "You're not taking a shower.  Pat yourself dry with this towel and stand up."  He threw a towel on my back and I stood up. He told me to pick up my feet one then the other, slid a jock strap on to my legs, and pulled it up and over my dick, adjusting it. 
    We exited the bathroom and I could already smell the sweet smell of Ethan and Jacob's piss, starting to dry all over my body.  The smell was intoxicating.  It didn't smell like a public restroom - some combination of cleaning chemicals and stagnant urine and unclean surfaces.  It smelled clean and crisp.  I was still lightheaded and my body was very relaxed.  I was euphoric – that’s the best word for it.
    I had played around with piss and even been piss fucked many times and so I was a bit surprised that I felt so present to how the experience felt, how I was so relaxed during it, and how the smell was just enchanting.  During other experiences, there was more tension in the experience…lingering concern about the environment, who was around, whether I was okay to be around them smelling like I’d just been pissed in.
    Ethan was leading me across the room with his hand on my shoulder, and Jacob was on my other side.  Ethan moved his hand briefly down and snapped the waistband of my jock, right above my hole and laughed,
    "You're gonna end up loving the smell of this jock by the end of the night Boy."


  14. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note:  Part 4 will be posted on 12/28/2025 as well.  Also, if you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
    Ethan walked back to the Trunk to gather some additional items, but I couldn't tell by the sounds what was being gathered.  There were so many things in the Trunk that could be used, really at any time.  And because I had no idea what this play session would include or how long it would last, there was no point in trying to guess.
    "Boy, get on your feet and spread your legs shoulder width apart once you're standing."
    "Yes, sir." I tried to say, but the ball gag made it sound like an unintelligible grunt.  He pulled the ball gag out of my mouth and rested the ball on my chin.  “Yes, sir!”  I repeated.
    He grabbed my dick and my balls with just one hand; a reminder of his physical size compared to mine.  He pulled on both firmly and then began switching on pulling on my balls and dick separately for a minute or so.
    I now knew what he was gathering from the Trunk.  He grabbed my dick and balls again and with his other hand, wrapped what felt like a thick silicone cock ring over my dick and around my balls, pulling both through the cock ring.  He continued to adjust the cock ring until it was as far down on my shaft as possible.
    I had expected that to be all the gear going around my dick and balls.  Ethan got down on his knees and pulled on my balls, stretching my balls away from my body.  He placed one part of what felt like a metal ball stretcher around my ball sack between my dick and my balls and snapped the other piece in place to complete the ring.  He seemed to use some tool to fully attach the two, so the ball stretcher would not be coming off
    All this time I'm gently moaning, loving every minute of it, my dick is semi hard but sort of pulsing.  There’s so much happening to my body that I don’t think my dick knew what to do.  I was incredibly horny and felt that sense of anticipation when everything that happened ended up surprising you.
    He started slapping my dick and my balls, over and over, gently at first but increasing in intensity.  From the top, from the bottom, from the left, from the right.   He yanks on both my dick and balls every once in a while, but uses two hands now, likely because of the stretcher on my balls.
    "You like how that feels, Boy?  You're starting to shape up as my Submissive."
    "It feels fucking amazing, Sir.  I wish I could see."
    "Don't worry, Boy, you'll get a chance to see everything at some point."
    I can tell my dick is completely hard now only because every time he slaps it, it bounces around a bit like only a completely hard dick would.
    He walks around to my backside and picks something up off the floor and starts to place it over my head.  It was a harness.  I owned three harnesses but rarely used them because, for some reason, putting on a harness confuses the hell out of me.  I loved the fact I was getting to wear one.
    Ethan had the harness on me, tightened and adjusted in seconds. 
    "Fuck Boy, I forgot something."  He walked back to the trunk.  He then reached underneath the harness straps and attached nipple clamps to both of my nipples.  I could feel a metal chain connect them.
    He continued to adjust the tightness of the claps, pulling on the chain to try to get them to come off my nipples and adjusting them tighter each time until he could pull on the chain to his satisfaction, but without the clips coming off.
    This process kept me jerking involuntarily when the intense sensations occurred every time a nipple clamp would come off.  I would let out a yelp and my body would tense.
    "How's that feeling, Boy?  Those are probably going to get tighter so enjoy this while it lasts."
    "Thank you, Sir, it feels great."
    He got on his knees behind me and attached a thick leather cuff to each of my ankles.
    “Stand with your feet shoulder with apart, Boy!”  “Yes, sir.”
    The clang of metal chains was easily identifiable, and I could tell he was attaching the chain to the cuffs and connecting the cuffs to each other.  When he stood up, I tried to move my foot and sure enough, they were not going any further than shoulder width.
    He then attached similar but smaller cuffs to my wrists and connected them with a similar chain.  Hanging from the middle of that chain was another chain.  I could feel the weight of the chains on my arms.
    "Boy, are you ready for the good part?  It's time to get you really prepared for the rest of our time together."  He unclipped one of my wrists from the chain then brought my hands behind my back and reattached the chain between my wrists.
    "I'm ready, Sir."
    “Get down on your knees then bend forward until your face is on the floor.  Then pull those ass cheeks apart and present your hole to me!”
    “Yes, sir!” I got down on my knees then slowly bent forward until my face touched the ground, then turned my head to the side and rested my cheek on the wood floor.  It’s harder to bend over like this with your hands behind your back.
    I spread my cheeks apart as far as I could, given the limitations of the chain and the restraints.  “Here is my hole, Sir!”
    “It’s my hole, Boy.  It doesn’t belong to you anymore.  Do you understand, Boy?”
    “Yes, sir!  Here is your hole, sir!”
    “Good Boy.”
    I heard the sound of lube being pumped out of the XL size buckets you can buy – at least I assumed it was lube.   I found out immediately when he rubbed the lube all over my hole, gently fingering some in as well.  He continued to finger me until four of his fingers where inside of me.
    I was moaning constantly while he worked my hole.  I could tell that my hole was loosening up and responding to the fingering.
    “Thank you, sir!  Please open my hole up!”
    I felt a little bit lightheaded and like I was floating and spinning.  Being blindfolded completely messes with the senses that orient you to your environment.  I also noticed how I was far more sensitive to the sounds around me, and specifically the chains clanging every time I moved.
    Ethan pulled his fingers out and had an idea what was coming next.  My hole was contracting and releasing all on its own. My hole was hungry…
    "Boy, do you want some water before we continue?  I want to keep you hydrated."
    "Yes sir, may I have some water sir?"
    Before getting up and going to get the water, I felt Ethan position the tip of some type of toy against my hole.  In one firm and aggressive motion, he inserted the toy all the way in to its base.  It was a small to medium size buttplug and was now locked into my hole.   Ethan had selected something that would be challenging, but also not hurt or overwhelm me or risk me wanting to stop.  He was clearly making sure I could go the distance.
    "Stay here and don’t move, Boy, I'll get you some water."
    (To be continued…)
  15. PozToxVersPig
    Author's Note:  If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
    Have you ever been in a situation where you felt just a rush of “acceptance” and began to embrace the reality of things happening around you?  As an example, I hate waiting in lines, especially if they are progressing inefficiently and I can see the bottlenecks.  You’ll never hear me bitch more, verbally redesigning the workflow to those with me, trying my hardest just not to jump in and go fix it. 
    Eventually I realize there’s nothing I can do and I have this moment of “radical acceptance.”  This is how it is, this is how it’s going to be, and I should just let go.
    That analogy is not great, because in this case, I was having a great time…but I was still figuring out how to get the line moving as quickly as possible.  I do remember at that moment have that feeling of “radical acceptance” – I relaxed on to the padded table, relaxed my legs and spread them as much as possible, and just waited eagerly.
    I could hear people making more drinks and a couple of people nearby stroking their dicks.  I think it was Jacob next to me rubbing my chest, rubbing my dick through my wet jock, pulling it aside and stroking my dick, pulling on my balls.  I wasn’t used to not having a gag in my mouth and I still didn’t know if I was allowed to speak, so I moaned and breathed fast while my body got worked.  Afterall, Ethan had told me not to speak unless spoken to or asked a question.  I desperately wanted to say “this is fucking amazing, I want more dick, I want more piss...I feel so fucking good.”
    But I didn’t.  Jacob stopped with his rubdown and said “You good boy?”  I responded enthusiastic and happy, “Fuck yes, sir.”  Jacob walked in to the living room to where the sounds were coming from, nearby where I imagined the drinks were stationed.  I sort of zoned out while I laid there.
    At this point in my life, age 31, I had been in plenty of group situations, several times in a sling or on a fuck bench, several times blindfolded bent over my own bed.  There is a certain feeling you get when in those positions which is often overwhelmed by your excitement, horniness, and anticipation.  I’d love to call it simply feeling “vulnerable” – but that’s not exactly it.  You just feel…exposed.  And not in a bad way, just exposed.
    I was certainly physically “exposed” at this point, but I didn’t feel anything one way or the other about that fact.  I felt hungry and excited and like I was in a comfortable state.  Outside looking in, I’d have thought I’d feel the opposite, especially since I had no idea who was around me, who was using my holes, who was looking at me and touching me.  Only one of the times when I got fucked in the bathhouse was I also restrained and blindfolded, and I do remember having some apprehension then…not now!
    Two of the guys who were in the room with me stroking their dicks had walked over to me and got on either side of the table and my body and began giving me a similar strong, deep tissue rub down of my chest.  It’s amazing how difficult it is once your senses are super amped and your blindfolded to know who’s hands whose.  I could mostly tell whether it was the guy on the right or the left but at a certain point it all just felt like raw sexual touching.
    One of the guys started to run his fingers through my hair and grabbed different sections of my hair and pulled on it, twisting my head around slightly each time.  He ran his hand down over my face, and shoved two fingers in my mouth, past my closed lips.  I could taste, again, the piss that had been soaking my hair.  He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed slightly.  His other hand pinched my nipple at varying levels of intensity, pulling on it sharply on occasion.
    At the same as the first guy, the other guy had reached around to the back of my ass and was also playing with my dick and balls, which Jacob had left free by pulling my jock to the side.  He had one hand roughly stroking my dick and occasionally switching to pulling my balls, while he started fingering my hole.  My hole was plenty lubricated at this point, with piss and cum, and obviously had been opened up quite a bit, so he started with two fingers and quickly had three in there.
    It occurred to me at this point that I had no clue whether either of these guys had been involved with what had just happened in the Cage. Were either of them involved before, coming back for more?  Were they two new people?  I had no idea.  Neither of the dudes who had pissed in the urinal had cum to the best of knowledge, so maybe they were ready to now. 
    “You gonna fuck him?” asked the other guy, still working my nipples and rubbing me.  “Cuz I’m gonna get my dick in his mouth!  You should breed his ass!”
    “Is there any lube over there?”  I had no idea where “over there” was, but I imagined there was some by each of the various play areas but didn’t know.
    “Hey man” the guy said towards the area where the drinks were.  “Do you know where there’s lube?” 
    “I think in the kitchen, I’ll grab it.” said an unknown voice.  He walked by me and the two guys and said “Is it time to use the Boy again?” and laughed walking into the kitchen.
    From the drinks area another guy said, “wait, does anyone have to piss?” and you could almost here everybody have the realization that this was totally an option.  Even when you’re super in to watersports and even though this was a party focused on that, it isn’t necessarily often that you get to piss all over a bottom and lube them up.  It was just a combination of “oh yeah” and “uh huh” type recognition that they could actually do that without any issue or worry.
    “I could go.” Said yet another new voice.
    I heard many of the guys start to walk over to where I was and I realized then how much quieter it was than before.  The guy fingering my hole had gotten more aggressive and quicker with his thrusting in to my hole.  While this happened, the guy standing near my head pulled my body towards him a bit, as much as he could give my legs were attached to the metal poles. 
    It was enough movement that he was able to slap his dick on my face a few times.  The height of the table seemed perfect – his dick was directly in front of my face when my head was turned towards it.  “Open your mouth Boy and suck my dick!”
    “Yes sir” I responded, the first thing I had said out loud.  I still did not know if I was supposed to be speaking or telling the guys how good they felt or still was meant to simply stay silent.
    I opened my mouth and he wiped his dick across my face and then pushed it slowly in to my mouth and I began to give him head while he pushed and pulled out repeatedly. 
    “I wonder which hole is going to feel better.  So far, this one is pretty nice!”  he said while I was still getting fingered.  The other guy said back, “I dunno, it’s pretty nice back here as well.  I’ll tell you in a second.”
    Presumably the guy who said he could piss had moved close to the table, because he then said, “You want some more piss on you Boy?  Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, here comes!”
    I attempted to say “Give it to me sir” but with a dick in my mouth I only was able to slightly pull my head back and grunt again.  He started by hitting me direct on the side of my face, and it rolled down on to the guys dick I was suck and he quickly moved down my body and to my dick and balls.  He stayed there and as the other guy kept finger me and the piss naturally ran down and over my hole and the guys fingers. 
    “That’s fucking amazing.  So hot!”  said one the audience guys followed by the guy with his dick in my mouth saying “Give me a little more up here!”
    The guys piss stopped and he rubbed my body and pinched my nipples, stroked my dick and said, “You’re by fucking piss pig Boy.  I’ll be ready to do that again soon.”  I could hear him walk to get more drink.  He was serious, he was getting his fluids in so he could go again.
    The way the pad on the table sank with my body on it meant that all the piss that had been sprayed on me I was now laying in it, and any movement of my body made both a slight squeaking and sloshing sound… I could feel the wet around my body.  I kept sucking on the guys dick while the other guy removed his fingers from my ass and said “I think we’re ready to see the Boy get fucked again!”
    “Yeah, it’s fucking time!  Get inside that hole!”
    I heard the squeeze from a bottle of lube and the guy by my hole stroke his dick a few times.  It didn’t sound like he needed any time to get hard…and I was right.  He spent about a half a second getting his dick placed by the center of my hole and pushed in fast and hard and when all the way in…after one fast thrust…he seemed to push up a bit with his dick and just stayed there.   I rolled my mouth of the guys dick briefly only to howl like a dog in heat, and the guy inside me did a lower guttural load moan continuing to push and keep his dick inside my hole. 
    I had never been on whatever this sex furniture was, but it was different than a sling.  Unlike a sling which moves back and forth, front and back, the table was rock solid stable and not moving, like a fuck bench.  The only movement that could happen would be me shuffling my body back slightly, but my legs were still restrained.  I had tried to pull back just a bit while he stayed buried in my hole.  My head was then turned back towards the guys dick.
    “You want another dick in your mouth, Boy?”  Holy shit.  At some point when I turned away from the guy to moan, the first guy had left and was already replaced by another. 
    “Yes…….sir…….please.”  I was panting a little bit because the dick in my ass was still deep inside of me and it was large enough that I had gotten worked up and was breathing fast.
    “Man, get your dick in there, shut this Boy up so I can fuck him!”  With one dick in my ass buried, I opened my mouth and now had one in my mouth. 
    The guy in my mouth was not as gentle as the first guy, pumping in and out of my mouth over and over, his dick long enough that if he went all the way in I definitely gagged and chocked.  He did this multiple times, and I could hear the familiar sounds of someone getting face fucked.  Someone was me, Boy.  He continued to grab the longer hair on the back top of my head and pull me towards him.
    “Yeah, fuck his hole!”  the guy said to the guy inside me, who had begun moments ago pulling back and thrusting in to me.  My hole at this point was still wrapped around the dick in hole but was even more relaxed.  At the same time, it felt incredibly sensitive.  The fucking continued and the guy had a great rhythm – hard and fast but not too fast, and he’d change things up occasionally with his direction.  My hole was getting bred.
    I think the other guy who had been in the room had now come to the side of the table and like before started to play the rest of my body, but in a slightly different way.  He replaced the one guys hand on the back of my head and pulled on my hair while pushing my head on to the guys dick further.  His other hand started pulling on my dick, and not gently.   He’d occasionally grab my balls and pull them up, I assume so he could see my hole get fucked.
    “That looks like a fucking nice hole!”  “It is really fucking hot man.  You gotta fuck it!”  “Oh, I will!”
    Ethan was suddenly present.  He seemed to be walking in from the kitchen.
    “Boy, you got three pigs working you over like a good cum and piss pig.  I bet you feel really good like that.”  I tried to pull off of the guys dick to say something but I was being face fucked and the guy was not slowing up.  Nor was the guy fucking my ass.
    Jacob was also suddenly in the room, or so it felt.  I wasn’t sure if he’d been there the whole time.  He had been there the whole time in the kitchen.  Had he watched all of this and just stayed silent?
    “Boy, it was fun enough fucking you by ourselves, but watching you get worked by all this dick…damn!  You’re getting worked, Boy!”
    The guy in my mouth kept going and my jaw needed a break, but none seemed to be coming.  I was wrong.  He thrust a few more times – my ass still getting fucked – and the guy groaned and I could feel him cum in my mouth.  One, two, three shots of sperm…it wasn’t the biggest load, but it was more than average.  He pulled his dick out after a few minutes and before I even had a chance to swallow, his hand was by my face.
    “Spit it out.”  I hadn’t even had a moment to try to swallow or do anything.  I couldn’t even really think of how to spit cuz I was still getting fucked hard and having my dick pulled on.  I managed to collect his jizz in my mouth and spit it on to his hand.  He wiped my cheek where some had dribbled down.  He moved away and towards where my hole was getting fucked…
    “Pull his balls back” he said to the guy stroking my dick, the “Pull out a but so I can get some on your dick for you to fuck in him.” 
    Both of them did exactly that.
    “They did say we should try to get as many loads in his hole as possible.  Now I’ll have my cum in both!  You like that, Boy?”  It was a question, I could respond, “Oh fuck yeah, have him fuck your load into me, sir!”
    He reached between my legs, and the tips of his finger touched the top of my hole and the guys dick, right at the entry inside of me.  He rubbed some of his load on my hole and I’m guessing dripped some on the guy’s dick.  I could feel his hand wrap around the dick in my ass because it rubbed against my hole also.
    Jacob and Ethan seemed to have positioned themselves for a better view.  “Oh yeah, Boy is a cum and piss slut.  That’s fucking hot!”  “Jesus Christ, the Boy is so fucking hot!  He needs more, I think.  Don’t ya Boy.”
    “Please sir.  Use me.  I want more please, sir.”
    The guy had removed his hand, and my balls had been dropped back in to place, my nipples and dick being worked again.  As the guy began to fuck my ass, there was another person by the side of my head, who told me to “get my dick hard because I’m next Boy.”  He started slow fucking my face as the pounding of my hole got harder.
    With his dick and my hole covered in the other guys cum, the guy fucking my ass seemed to be even harder than before and was not holding back on fucking my ass.  Meanwhile, I was working hard to keep sucking the dick in my mouth.  It wasn’t as long, but it was fat!
    “Fuck his hole, give him another load!”  My hole was so hungry for his load and like he had done at the start, without any notice, drove his dick all the way in and shit his load in me, growling while he came in my ass.  “Fuck yeah dude, you shoot a big load up there.”
    The guy inside me just kept panting and growling, “Yeah, he’s my fucking Boy, my pig!”  I was still filled up with this fatty dick when the guy fucking me pulled out almost all the way fast, causing me to almost bite down on the dick in my mouth.  He stopped just shy of pulling out.  “Hold on those loads!”  He popped out at the same time the guy in my mouth pulled out. 
    “Get in there, man!” The fat dick was already touching my hole, and he was in me in under 15 seconds from the last guy. 
    “I’m going to give you my thick fat giant load, Boy.”  “Yes, sir, please sir……please!”
    He was inside me for less than 45 seconds, his dick so fat that I could really feel it inside of me.  He began to shoot his load, groaning and growling “take my load, take that fucking load.” I was a bit overwhelmed at this point, but I could tell he shot a big load…you can just feel it sometimes.
    “Thank you, sir, thank you!  Thank you for that hot fucking load!”  The guy to my side pulled back my balls again while the fat dick pulled out and Ethan voiced his approval, “that is exactly what we wanted, the Boy loaded up, covered in pissed, wrecked.”  The guy released my balls, slapped my dick and backed away.
    Jacob gave the next set of directions…
    “Guys, let’s get some drinks and then we’re on to round three.  We’ll get the Boy some water too.”
    “Thank you, sir!” I said. Despite all the piss, I was sweating a ton and needed a drink.
    Jacob replied, “Boy, you’ll be pissing at some point too, so we need you hydrated.”  Ethan had been detaching the restraints, and I was able to sit up, still seated on the bed.  I could hear the others where the drinks were.
    “Did you enjoy that Boy?  Do you enjoy getting used by all those guys?  Do you want more?”
    “I loved it sir, I felt so good, I feel so good, I want to get used all the time like that, sir!”
    “Good boy, I’m glad.  Let’s get you some water.”
    I tried to make a mental tally of how many people had done something with me at that point.  There were the four from the kitchen, there were two that had cum in me on the table, one that had pissed on me.  One that had stroked my dick.  But I didn’t know if any of those were the same people though, but if they were all different, that was eight people.  If there were twenty people there, did I really have more than half left?  Whoa!  Yeah, I needed some water.
    I paused for a second.  “I didn’t answer one of your questions, sir.”  “Oh?”
    “I never want it to end.  I want MUCH MUCH MUCH more!”

  16. PozToxVersPig
    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.
    Author's Note #3:  This was written specifically regarding the writing of this and the next chapter, which was originally one chapter.  I learned a valuable lesson and had to rewrite the whole thing.
    I was still blind so appreciated the assistance navigating to wherever we were headed.  I had a brief thought that I was probably going to be pretty good at navigating myself by tomorrow.  With the two TVs on, you got a sense of where the walls were by the way the sound reverberated, almost like you could feel the sound bouncing of the walls where there was one, but not where there was an opening like a door.
    This new confidence would soon face a test, but I'll get to that.
    "I know you got a brief idea of the layout of this house, but we've had to move a lot around for tonight.  We're gonna walk you through the rooms and describe what has happened, but you'll need to do what you've been doing and navigate using your other senses.  You understand, Boy?"  I grunted.  "I'll take that as a 'yes, sir'."
    We stood in the kitchen: “There is now a plastic tray with a raised rim underneath your house.  The rim is about 2 inches tall.  The tray extends out from all sides of the cage by about 1 foot.  It's in the same general location.  The kitchen table is against the wall in the corner of the kitchen dining room.  The chairs are all against the wall. "
    We were standing approximately where I thought the kitchen island would be and I slowly swung my arms around to see if I could find it and I couldn’t.  Ethan caught on quickly.
    “Are you looking for the island?”  I grunted yes.  The island is now blocking the path from the living room to the kitchen.  So, the only path from the living room to the kitchen is through the dining room.  I shook my head yes.
    For about five minutes I slowly and cautiously walked around the kitchen.  I found the Cage, my house, and felt the plastic tray they were talking about.  I ran my hands over the top of the cage and touched something that wasn’t on the cage before. 
    The square “bucket” like thing I had seen previously in the trunk was now attached somehow to the cage, on one side.  From the bottom of that ran a piece of flexible plastic tubing, but I could not find the end of that tubing.  This could only be for one thing – filling me up with piss and using me as a urinal.  One way or the other, I was going to be a toilet pig at some point tonight.  I didn’t think there was anything unusual about the area by the door on the other side, until I felt another small table which had an array of different plugs and toys on it, ranging in size.  I was going to get my hole fucked and opened with toys – and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t going to be easy.
    I found the dining nook in the kitchen and could tell where the table and chairs were.  I put my hand on the counter where the sink was and walked until I found the door to the backyard.  If they had spun me around several times, it might take me a second to orient myself, but I had a good sense of where things were.
    We left the kitchen and walked to the dining room.  I could tell already the table had been moved and I could hear and feel the plastic sheathing under my feet.  It was then that I found the item I heard being put together.  I would not describe it as a fuck bench…it was more like a padded table slightly largely than my upper body.  There were two upright metal poles on each corner on one side of the table.  They felt like the stands you see at hospitals that they hang IV bags from.  The height gave me a good indication I’d get fucked on this, because the top of the table was about the average height of where a dick would be on a guy.  But it was not a fuck bench.
    We walked past the front door and into the living room.  “Boy, kneel!” they commanded and I dropped to me knees like I was trained.  Someone grabbed some of my hair and pulled me forward and I continued to walk on my knees forward until I felt them hit something metal.  I reached out my hands to touch it.  It was a circular or rounded metal tub of some sort.  It had a bottom, and the sides were like a foot high.  I figured out what it was – it was one of those watering troughs that you see at forms.  I could tell from feeling of the galvanized metal.
    “Boy, you feel all the plastic on the ground.  Did you feel it on the furniture too?” I tried again to grunt out a yes with no success.
    “That’s so everyone can have a really good time and not worry about all the fluids you’re about to experience all over and inside your body.  And there is going to be a lot.  If you feel like you need to piss, you’ll never be somewhere that you can’t just piss right where you’re at.  Me and Jacob and Alex will make sure everything is fine otherwise, so just relax.  You’re going to need to.”
    I randomly growled and in an excited, overwhelmed and completely energized and horned up way.  Animalistic and raw, I wanted everything now, and my body was just pulsing and vibrating.
    I now had a raging erection and the tightness of the ball stretcher and cockring felt so good but so overwhelming.  My dick felt harder than it had ever felt before and the constraints were making it feel even more intense.
    “Boy, there’s one more play space out in the backyard.  It’s all set up but we’ll see if we get there depending on the weather.  It’s nothing you’re not familiar with.”  I started to be overtaken by the feelings and sensations I was experiencing, all within my own body, with no one touching me.
    My “grunts” of approval were becoming wilder and less constrained than before.  I felt like if I just flexed my muscles enough, all of this gear would break to pieces and fly off my body, like when Adam raises his sword and says “By the Power of Grayskull, I have the POWER!”  This is the level of raw, animalistic, primal and overwhelming energy that was flowing through my body.  It wasn’t just vibrating, it was resonating – with myself, my desires, my environment, my Doms…the entire experience. 
    But I still had no idea what actually was happening.  I had figured out people were coming in addition to my Doms, there were multiple areas where piss action could occur, and I was geared up and prepared like I was going to be put on display for purchase.
    "Boy, you good?”  I had sort of zoned out for a second just standing there, feeling my dick throb and my body warm and tingle.  I honestly don’t know how long it had been since Ethan had last said anything.
    Ethan smacked my hard dick from the side and instantly, I was back with my feet on solid ground.  I yelped loudly, mostly from the shock of it, but partly because my dick was so sensitive at that moment and the slap was not gentle.
    “We need to get you set up because I people will start arriving soon.  Jacob, will you grab that?"  That ended up being another harness, but this one, like the blindfold, was made of a synthetic material.  Ethan put it on me very fast and then pulled back on one of the bands of the harness and snapped it like he had with the jock strap.
    "Boy, Crawl!"  I dropped on to all fours, and he led me quickly across the room to the edge of the plastic tray beneath the Cage.  He told me I needed to climb into the tray then in to the Cage.  It was a slightly awkward maneuver, but I made it in and Jacob commanded "Boy, Down!"  I lowered my shoulders arms and head down, raising my ass.  I barely completed this when I felt the Humbler which was quickly put in place. 
    They adjusted the Cage and the plastic tray underneath and latched or unlatched part of the cage – I couldn’t really tell.  I then heard the Cage door by my head open.  Either Ethan or Jacob reached one hand in and put it on the back of my head and with the other one, attached the plastic tube to the gag in my mouth. 
    FUUUUUUCK!  I am a certified piss lover, but of all the ways to love it, swallowing it was not my favorite.  I’d often get stomach aches from it and would have to cut fuck sessions short.  I paused to think about the gag in my mouth and what it would, or would not, force me to do.  I moved my head side to side, touched the gag with my hand on both sides, and relaxed.  I don’t think this gag was intended to make me force drink the piss, just to get it in my mouth.  I was100% on board with that and loved having my mouth pissed in.  I was hoping my hole on the other side was going to get filled though.
    There was a knock on the door and Ethan asked Jacob to go “welcome our guests.”  It sounded like 4 or 5 people arrived all at once and they migrated to the living room at Jacob’s direction.  I heard ice being dropped in to Solo cups, liquids being poured, the music was turned up substantially, but I could still hear the chatter from the living room.
    A few minutes later, some of the guests came in to the kitchen, apparently to check me out.
    “Wow, you have him alllll geared up, don’t you?” said one of the men.
    “What the fuck is that?  Oh, holy shit.  He’s gonna be a fucking urinal tonight?” said another.
    “What have you guys been up to so far?  He looks like he’s been through at least a bit of a workout.”  Asked the other man.  “I wanna know the full plan for this party!”
    Jacob was in the room with my apparently and told the guys a brief description of the fucking, and toys and the piss fucking.  The door knocked again.  The two guests returned to the living room at Jacob’s direction while Jacob went to the door to greet more guests. 
    Before Jacob got there, Alek’s opened the door on his own and walked in with what sounded like another five people.  If two groups of five had arrived, plus the Doms, plus me, we now had 14 people in the house.  It instantly reminded me of the sex party I had hosted now three months ago when instead of the four people I had invited, ended up with close to 25 because friends had brought friends.  Though I had fun that night, it wasn’t really great for me.  I had to switch from focusing just on fucking and getting fucked to being a host and making sure everyone was okay, hydrating, etc. 
    I was overjoyed that I could just be the nasty piss pig center of attention and not worry about anything else but getting used.  I was getting even more excited and I could feel my hole just naturally open up in anticipation.
    Alek’s walked the new guests in to the kitchen to take a look at the Boy in the cage.  “This is Boy!” Alex said.  He’s our sub.  We’ve made is clear that he is to follow his Dom’s orders, which tonight includes making sure all of you leave very happy.”
    They collectively laughed.  “Fuck that’s hot!” and “Fuck yeah!” came from two of the guests.
    One of the guests seemed to come closer to the cage and I could tell he was facing me.
    “Are you having fun, Boy?  Are you enjoying yourself?  You seem okay – are you okay?”
    I raised my hand up briefly and make the okay hand sign, shook my head yes, and grunted “yes sir” though no one could possible have known that’s what I intended.
    I felt a finger quickly move pass my ass cheeks and touch the outside of my hole.  On the other end, someone was pulling slight on my hair and then running their fingers through it.  “He’s gonna feel so good.”
    Aleks asked the guys to come out to the living room, grab some drinks because as Alex said, “the fun is about to begin.”  As soon as they left, another three people came in with Jacob.  I thought I had heard another knock on the door and the front door opening, but it was hard to pay attention to it while I was being groped and pet in the cage.   I didn’t know for certain until one of them spoke, but this did seem to be a new group of people. 
    “Are you ready to get that hole filled with piss, Boy?” Said one of the men, in a very low, bass voice.  I honestly wanted to buck like a stallion I had so much energy inside, so I grunted somewhat wildly and tried to shake my ass but was quickly reminded of the Humbler and my inability to do so.  I squealed as my balls were pulled hard. 
    “You guys have literally hog tied this big.  He can’t move for shit!”
    This group left and at this point I could hear that the living room had quite a few people, I couldn’t discern what was being discussed, but everyone seemed high energy.  Ethan brought one last person to the doorway between the dining room and the living room.
    “Go ahead and give him a once over if you want to test it out before we get started.”  Ethan said to the new man.
    “Nah, I’ll be getting plenty and I don’t want him at the start.  I want him at the end.”
    “I won’t fight you for it, but that’s my favorite too!”
    Everyone seemed to have collected in the living room and from the sound of things they were faced towards the front of the house.  Also based on sound it seemed like the Doms were standing right in front of the TV, facing towards the kitchen and where I was.
    There wasn’t much formality to this quick pre-game chat.  Ethan started.
    “Glad you guys are here.  Glad you could make it.  We ended up with a few more people than we expected, but it’s gonna be awesome.  Here’s what up…
    The guy in the cage is Boy.  Nothing that has happened to him since early this afternoon did he know would happen until he got here.  He and I have been dating, I invited him over for some drinks, and after several hours of warming him up…”  Jacob cut Ethan off…
    “Boy has been dildo fucked, dick fucked, throat fucked, buttplug fucked, piss fucked, tied up….and nearly the entire time he’s been blindfolded so he hasn’t seen shit.”  The guests were stirring a little bit, a couple of “fuck yeah”’s could be heard.  “He doesn’t even know what this guy right here looks like.”  (I assume he was pointing to Alex).
    “Bro (assume he was talking to Ethan now), don’t sell yourself short.  That Boy in there is really to get used and used good.  That’s all you man!
    Ethan continued, “So first of all, drinks are over there.  Help yourself.  Your urinal is currently in the cage so use as you need to and as often as you can.  If you need anything else, the bathroom is through the kitchen.  It’s easy to find.”
    “So, here’s how we have things organized.  Obviously, we ‘ve got one Boy, and a helluva lot of you.  What we did was set up four stations…the first is warming the Boy up in his Cage, his house.  He’s pretty much locked down in there – I think ya’ll have seen.  The cage is small enough he can’t really move.  On top of that, the cage door in front of his head is closed, and behind, he’s got the Humbler on which yanks on his balls as he tries to move away from whatever is working his hole.   And he can’t really pull back from the front cuz we also have his collar attached to the cage.  There are plenty of dildos and plugs on the table next to the cage. You can use those or your dick or both.  Shoot a load in him if you want, but we’ve got more chances to do that next.  If you get on this station, your job is to work the hell out of the Boy and get him ready for everything else. So don’t go easy.  We do want him to go the distance though, so the goal is to work him hard, but not TKO him…so, ya know…fuck him how you’d wanna be fucked…or whatever!  Just don’t destroy him…. that happens a few days from now.”
    I don’t know how to describe the sound I heard from the living room at this point, but it sounded more like hungry animals who could smell food and were hungry but couldn’t’ reach the food.
    It waw at this point where I wondered whether I was supposed to be hearing this, or not.  Everything up to this point I didn’t find out about until it was actually happening.  Did they mean for me to hear this or did someone forget to put in earphones or something to block me from hearing it.  Was Ethan trying to throw me a bone by letting me hear?
    “Oh, and before I forget, and this applies to wherever the Boy is…if you gotta take a piss, and you’re not in him or whatever, do whatever the fuck you want.  Piss on him, take one of his holes if it’s available.  Whatever.  I told him he’d love the smell of his jock by the end of the night, so let’s get that soaked too.”
    More audible but not necessarily loud man sounds from the living room.
    “When we’re done with him there, we’re gonna move him to that table.”  I could hear people shuffle over the sheathing presumably to look in to the dining room and see table Ethan was talking about.
    “So, this is the fuck round where we give him as many loads as we can.  He’ll be on his back on the table, and we’ll have his legs up and strapped to that pole.  His hole will be totally open.  If you need to piss, his mouth will be open.  We’ll get him cumfilled here for a bit and then move on to get him piss fucked.”
    “The Boy will be moved in here, on all fours, ready to take more dick.  Time to get him filled with piss.  We’ve got a buttplug that attaches to the urinal from the cage that will be in him which you can use, or you can pull that out and fill and fuck him, your call.  If you’re in to filling him up, then fucking it out, then cumming in him – this is a good place to do it.  Like before if you gotta piss and you’re not using his holes, then you can do that here too.”
    “We’ll see how the weather goes but after this we were gonna go outside for a bit where we have a similar setup to this.  We’ll play that by ear, otherwise we can see where everyone is at and where they wanna put him for the final round.”
    “So that’s about it.  We were going to pass out these cards to everyone.  If you have a star on your card, it means you get first call at each of the station…. that could be you go first, last, whatever you want.  I personally always love going last, some dudes like to go first.  But just go with the flow.  There’s plenty of him to use.”
    “It goes without saying, but there’s a shit ton of water and drinks over there, try to water round as much as possible.  We need to get the Boy flooded.  The three of us are here if you need anything or if you need us to address anything so just let us know.  Raise your hand if you don’t wanna yell across the room – one of us will be in each room, so we’re here!”
    “Two last things, the Boy doesn’t know who any of you are, doesn’t know how we found you and he unless you reveal your identity he never will.  What you say to him is up to you, but we do ask that you keep everything confidential that happens here.  Second, we told everyone that we were not providing condoms for this event and that we would prefer 100% bareback.  If you really want to use a condom, we hope you brought you, but again, we’d prefer you not.  Everyone grab some more water and head over to the kitchen.”
    It seemed immediately odd to me that everyone was meant to come in to the kitchen.  Given the estimated 20 people that were here, I imagined it would feel a little cramped.  It seemed like people had stopped filling in and I felt hands reaching through the doors in the front of the back of the cage and, to my surprise, start rubbing me and reaching to my nipples from the TOP of the cage.  That’s what I had heard…they had taken the top off the cage, presumably so more people would have access.
    I honestly couldn’t focus on anything, so it felt like everything was happening all at once and I wasn’t even sure what “everything was.”
    Whoever was behind me began rubbing my hole and I could feel he was lubing me up but taking his time.  There were at least two people next to the cage.  One was rubbing my back, reaching around to grab my nipples, and occasional pull on my dick, and the other was pulling on my hair.  I could hear others in the room – there was a combination of people continuing to make drinks and others that you could tell were both suck and stroking dicks.
    The man behind me had lubed up my hole substantially and had started to finger me with two fingers initially.  “Fuck Boy, your hole has gotten some work done today, hasn’t it?”  I could tell my hole was far more relaxed and looser than it was when I first arrived, not so m any hours ago.  “You like my fingers up there, stretching your hole open?”  I grunted.  I felt worthless responding, but my sounds and muffled moaning seemed to provide the encouragement needed. 
    “I bet you want something else up there to open you up, right?”  Someone slightly further said.  The guy who had been pulling my hair had stopped so maybe it was him.  While my hole was getting fingered, I continued to have my body rubbed, my nipples pulled, and my dick pulled by the guy who had been doing it this whole time.
    The guy behind me had pulled his finger out and I heard what sounded like a dildo or toy being lubed up – more accurately, I heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle and the gurgling sound it makes.  My hole was craving something to fill it, and I wanted that dildo in there now, getting me ready for me.
    My attention was snapped back immediately to the side of the Cage where my head was.  The guy standing by the piss bucket urinal said, “Boy, do you really like piss?  You want my piss?”  I groaned with approval.  As did the other guys in the kitchen.
    It started slow at first - a few spurts dripping down the tube and into my mouth.  I’d had my mouth pissed in many times, but never with a mouth gag and never like this.  So, I couldn’t tell if he was fully unloading his piss or this was just him getting started…
    I thought to myself “fuck, I can handle this!” and in my mind I sounded almost cocky.  And then, my cockiness was immediately wiped away when he began to fully unload what sounded like a fast and high-volume stream of hot piss into the urinal.  I was almost immediately flooded.  The piss exited the back of the tube in the gag and hit my throat, and even though I did try to swallow some, I couldn’t because it was flowing so fast.
    I could hear his piss hit the side of the plastic urinal – a very unmistakable sound – and the occasional drops of piss would splash out and hit my head, my neck and my shoulders.  This guy seemed to have one of those piss streams you see in pornos – like he was using a firehose to shoot his piss into me. 
    The mat underneath me was now wet, I could smell the piss all over my face, and eventually, after what seemed like minutes, he stopped. 
    “Oh my God Boy, you fucking love my piss.  Nasty piss pig.”  I was doing my best to keep my body still through all of this, but it was hard not to recoil from the onslaught of piss flowing into me and only when it stopped did I realize how much my balls had been yanked on and pulled by the Humber.  In fact, they were still being yanked, and I realized I was not in the right position to avoid additional abuse by the Humbler.
    Had it just been for the power washing of piss I had just received, adjusting would have been achievable.  But at the very same time, my ass was getting worked by the guy behind me. 
    The guy behind me had been playing with my hole the entire time.  He started by putting the head of a larger dildo in my hole, pushing it in, then pulling it out, over and over and over.  It was an intense experience clearly designed to open my hole and get it ready for the additional onslaught of dick ahead. 
    My brain was so overwhelmed between the piss waterfall, the hole stretching and my balls being pulled relentlessly that I don’t think it could process any one of them completely.  So as intense as it all was individually, my brain seemed to tune out parts what it couldn’t handle – like the intense sensations I was experiencing everywhere.  It’s as though my body had given me a numbing agent and a muscle relaxer. 
    The cessation of piss flowing in to my mouth meant that instead of the piss already in my mouth being ejected out, it just sort of sat in my mouth.  My balls were still being pulled hard, and the guy behind me was pushing me further forward with each insertion of the dildo, causing my balls to get yanked even more. 
    FOCUS, BOY!  FOCUS!  I said to myself.  I had to figure out how to get my body back in position.
    The guy behind me decided it was time for me to have the whole dildo up my hole, and he wasted no time jamming it in.  I screamed through the gag, ejecting some of the piss and I felt the tip of the dildo hit my prostate and I tried to leap forward but yanked my balls so hard I immediately got back in to position.  Somehow, the dildo attack had managed to get me back to the proper position.
    I think I heard the piss guy leave the room and right about then I also heard the front door open, footsteps, and then close.  It wasn’t just one set of footsteps but a few. 
    FUUUUUCK! I thought – I didn’t know how I was going to survive the guys that were already here and if more just arrived I wasn’t sure I could make it.  I was only one dildo and one load of piss, and I was already having challenges.  I heard the door open and shut again and two people enter.  I think Jacob sensed that I might be worried about the door opening and shutting and what it meant.  He had been standing over in the corner of the kitchen the entire time, monitoring and making sure I was okay.
    He came over to the cage, while a new guy positioned himself at the urinal and my ass continued to get fucked with the dildo.  He knocked on my back with his knuckles and said,
    “Don’t worry Boy, it’s all good.  Just a little shuffle.”  This put me at ease.  I could trust Jacob, and I trusted his assessment of the situation and his word. I noticed that it was somewhat quieter in the house.
    I was focused on getting fucked by the dildo my mind wandered – did people leave?  Were they grossed out by me…or what we were doing?  Was I not attractive enough?
    Jacob’s hand was flat on my back while my hole was getting pummeled repeatedly by the dildo.  The guy behind me had been replaced by someone else.  I knew this because the way they used the dildo was completely different, and the new guy had said “you sure you don’t wanna drop your load” to which the first guy said “no, man, I’m gonna wait until he’s got more loads in there.”
    The new dildo guy made round, aggressive circles with the base while it was inside of me, pulling my hole in every direction, working every single millimeter of the circumference of my hole. He’d occasionally thrust it in and hit my prostate, causing me to jump forward and the Humbler would remind me to keep my ass presented for this work...
    Still getting stretched, I felt warm piss hit the back of my throat again and unlike the first time, this was full power right from the start. 
    “That’s my fucking hot piss in your mouth pig.  Gonna give you some more.”  The guy in front of me said.  He reached down and yanked my hair, causing more piss to gush out the side of my mouth gag.  This guy didn’t piss nearly as long as the first guy, but as he was finishing, took the opportunity to soak my hair and back with his piss. 
    The guy behind me loved the fact that piss was flowing down my back and on to my hole and decided he was ready to shoot his load.  He pulled the dildo out and I remember the distinct sound of hearing it flop on to the kitchen floor. 
    “Are you gonna drop you load now, Dude?”  Jacob asked the guy.
    “Yeah, I wanna fuck a load in him so I’ve got some time to recharge for number 2.”
    “Alright, let me get him in position.” Jacob moved to the back of the cage and reached around my hips and pulled me firmly, so my knees were on the tray that the cage was in, my ass presented fully, and my face and torso still largely in the cage.  I could feel the smaller door opening touch my sides.  “Does that work!” 
    “Fuck yeah, that will do!  You got any piss for the Boy?”  Let’s get some more piss on him and I’ll fuck him.
    Jacob didn’t have time to answer because some other guy in the room stepped forward and began unloading on my lower back, while the guy behind me got his dick in position and shoved his dick in my hole.  The piss continued, taking a lot of time to continue soaking my hole while I was getting fucked, and then added to the rest of the piss on my upper body, hair, face and back. 
    “That’s one hot fucking piss pig we got here.” The piss guy said when he finished.  “Fucking hot!”  A minute later, I would hear him walk out into the main area.
    The guy behind me continued to fuck me in very consistent quickening rhythm and I could tell he was getting close because he was breathing quicker and moving faster.  I was covered in piss – the mat was waterproof, so piss was pooled all over the place and my face was pushed in to it.  My hair was dripping.  My body was coated.  I could feel my jockstrap start to cool off from being soaked with piss as well. 
    The guy continued for a minute longer until he grunted and with no words to warm be, went balls deep and start shooting his load.  Guys from both doorways were watching, I had heard them and when the top came, they all let out some form of “fuck yeah” or “breed the Boy.” 
    “Nice hole Boy.  You like my load in there?”  I grunted and he pulled his dick out and walked out of the room.  I let out a long breath through the gag.  For the first time in many minutes, I didn’t have my hole, mouth, or balls enduring some type of stimulation.  I took several more deep breaths.  Was there more in the cage?  Too much more piss and I was going to drown in the puddle on the mat. 
    Jacob tapped his knuckles on my back again.  “You good Boy?” I grunted happily.  “Let’s get you out of where for a while.  You’ve got a lot more coming.”
    Jacob released the Humbler from my balls.  I don’t think I have ever felt a better sense of relief.  He detached the tubing from my gag and also removed my gag.  He put his arm under my shoulder and lifted me up, then helped me step out of the cage. 
    At first, I could barely stand, I was wobbly.  But I got my bearings and Jacob moved me in to the Dining room towards the “fuck table.”  I could hear people all around me, the striking of dick, sucking of dick.  There was porn and music playing.  It smelled like men, and sex, and testosterone, and this really pure, sweet clean smell of piss.
    “Good job, Boy” on the other side of me from Jacob, was Ethan, putting his arm under my other arm.  “Jacob and I are going to put you on this table.  Count of three were gonna pull you up.  Just sit where we put you.”
    They lifted me up on the table and told me to lay on my back.  I could tell that my feet were pointing towards the vertical poles.  They pulled my body down until my hole was at the very edge of the table and both Ethan and Jacob had one of my ankles in their hands.  I felt the leather restraints I had worn earlier wrap around my ankles and the fastener get closed.
    My legs were pulled back towards my torso, and I heard the restraints get attached to the vertical poles, spread apart so there was even better access to my hole.  It felt good to relax my body somewhat, but I then realized exactly how open to every man there both of my holes were.  I could feel myself getting harder. 
    I finally had the ability to speak and all I could think of to say was,
    “Fuck yeah.  I’m ready!”
  17. PozToxVersPig
    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.
  19. PozToxVersPig
    MAIN CHARACTERS AND GROUPS
    The following are the core characters featured within "The Trunk and the Cage."  The only people who knew each person in these groups were the Dominants.  As shared in the Authors note, two tragically died due to unrelated matters and the third has become reclusive.  There may never come a time when the Anonymous Guests or the Randoms will ever be identified.
    The Dominants
    I was owned and controlled during the event in the story by three Dominants:  my primary, Ethan (“Sir”), as well as Jacob (“Sir” or “Jacob”) and Alex (“Sir”).  They were close friends who had all at one point dated one another.  The became friends because of a share passion and deep interest in BDSM.  One of the speakers talked about to develop your “fantasy scenario” – as a project, with significant detail, planning, and preparation to what one might expect for a Broadway play.
    They worked collaboratively on this over more than 6 months.  Coincidentally, I began dating Ethan during the latter part of their story development and I became a primary recruitment target to play the Submissive role.  Ethan ultimately was responsible for recruiting me and securing my consent.
    The Submissive
    I was the Submissive referred to at all times as “Boy.”  I was a fully submissive human who also behaved and was treated like a trained animal similar to a dog.  I had to adhere to certain rules (don’t speak unless spoken to).  I had to obey commands (all of these followed the format of “Boy, Down!”).   I had to accept every experience without complaint or resistance.
    I was given various areas of focus throughout the course of the event
    The Anonymous Guests
    To amplify the experience and make any lessons or skills more memorable for me, the Dominants identified “anonymous guests” who could, by invitation only, participate nightly parties.  These anonymous guests had to adhere to the limits covered under the consent but were otherwise given free reign over me as a temporary Dominant.  They pledged confidentiality about the event and its participants.
    The Dominants are the only ones who knew the identities of the guests, including how and why they were selected.  It is unclear whether the Guests knew each other.
    5 to 7 (estimate only) Guests were brought to the home each not.  It is not clear if it was the same or different group every night.
    The Randoms
    Every day at least 2 men would come to the house.  I’d be taken from whatever I was doing at the time and positioned on the fuck-bench ottoman so they could fuck me and inseminate me.
    I do not know the identity of these men, I don’t know how the Dominants found them, and I don’t know how many of them stopped by each day.  I believe their purpose was to keep me occupied and lubricated while giving the Dominants an opportunity to reset the house, relax, organize, whatever.
  20. PozToxVersPig
    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.”
     

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