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So, there's apparently a huge secondary market where people are selling there smaller ones once they upsize....I'm trying to be a better fisting bottom but all the plugs makes it really cost prohibitive.

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

I will say @TaKinGDeePanal - I've had two relationships that lasted nearly a decade and one a little less. With each, there were some early cautionary flags that I should have paid attention to that ultimately would have saved me from being in that relationship. With Jason, I don't think I'm looking back at him with rose colored glasses, but there weren't any such cautionary signals at all. Even with the extreme nature of entering in to this BDSM event, I was calmed by having him there. So....maybe that says something, but I saw no reason before during or after this event to stop developing our friendship and relationship (and to continue the extremely dirty and amazing sex) 🙂

I don't know. We would have been Jason and Jason which would have been annoying, but he certainly is one of a few people or choices in life that I'll never know but still ponder the question you're asking. The way we connected was so authentic, and so effortless, that had what happened to his parents did not happen, we might have gone the distance - yeah. We talked prior to his family trauma about his struggles with depression (and mine as well) and he was actively engaged in finding a new therapist and switching psychiatrists because he did not feel like the medication he was on (Zoloft, I think) was working. So, he was being proactive about his mental health. I don't think anything could have overcome what happen with his family and I think he went very quickly off of a deep end. So yeah, I do think we could have. But I'll never know. Part of writing this really has unlocked a lot for me of stuff I've buried. When he died so shortly after this, I was traumatized also, and I think pushed this entire experience in to the netherworld of my brain. It was only a friend asking me if I was ever going to write this story down for posterities sake that I finally decided to do so. He was a real kind, compassionate, fun, sexy, pig fucker that roped me in with his charm to what you'll be reading over the next weeks. I think I wrote this somewhere but - this is truly something that I think was once in a lifetime....and now having written about so much of it, I see how much impact it has had on me. In positive ways. And I owe that to Jason, Jacob and Aleks.

@viking8x6 can you advise why comments on the block are not allowed? Just curious if I did something wrong. I'd appreciate people having the ability to comment.

All right!! Part 1 is now published. I believe it has to go through moderation. But it's there. In addition, I would love feedback on the Author's note (which gives some back story about the characters that is important to know). I'll be posting the "Writing Guidelines" I used later today after I complete my final edit.

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

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

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.

There TEASER excerpts where published on December 27, 2026.

Here is a link to the blog landing page. The "about the story" content has been published.

It looks like this link to the last Excerpt didn't publish. Here you are:

Here is the link to the forthcoming blog. The "About the Story" content has been updated.

So I'm starting my training to become a better FF bottom. I have two new buttplugs on the way that are for training. My house remodel is taking extra time and all my toys are locked up back at the house. I'm trying to find anyone in the local area that might be looking to part way with some of their collection. My upsized PA healing is 4 weeks at minimum so I'm trying to use the time productively 🙂

There are 22 PARTS already written. You'll get all of it. There will probably be 40 or so when it's all done. The challenge I'm having is editing. I'm almost done with Part 1. That Chapter 10 excerpt was literally the smallest part of the overall chapter. Anyway, just posted a link to another excerpt. 🙂 Glad you like it.

A second excerpt for you. That's all for now until I post chapter 1.

The following is an excerpt from Part 10 of a forthcoming blog series titled "The Truck and the Cage" (currently 30 Parts - aka chapters are written). The series covers a 6-day intense BDSM dom/sub sex and fetish experience and is based on real life events which occurred in 2010. There were 3 Dominants and 1 Submissive ("Boy" aka me). It was a completely drug/alcohol free experience. I was not HIV positive at the time of the event. EXCERPT from Part 7 - The Trunk and the Cage - Down the Wrong Pipe Did he just say "you're gonna learn to suck dick!" PHEW! I could breathe a sigh of relief and relax a little. Of all the completely crazy things that had happened so far that were completely off the wall or new to me, sucking dick was something I could do with my hands tied behind my back and definitely blindfolded (I was still blindfolded). My mouth was open ready to wrap around Jacob's dick, but I couldn't tell where it was, so I started to lean forward to search for it with my mouth. (Oh, I had been told I needed to keep my hands behind my back). Just as I did this, Jacob landed a semi-soft slap across the side of my face and pushed me up to a full upright position. "No one told you to do that, Boy. I'm going to feed you my dick and fuck your mouth and throat. You just stay right like that, Boy, you understand?" OH SHIT, this is gonna be harder that I thought. I was about to get a proper face fucking. I had no idea how big his dick was and so really didn't know how wide to open my mouth, so I just opened it as wide as I could and he started to rub the tip of his dick all over and around my lips. I was getting my favorite type of lipgloss applied, precum. I could smell it and taste it. He then put his dick in the center of my mouth and started to push in to my mouth. He did this slowly until he got all the way in, my face was buried in his pubes, and his dick definitely reached all the way to the back of my mouth and started down my throat. I gagged just the smallest amount. He left his dick in that position, fully shoved in, while I reminded myself to breathe through my nose. His dick was on the thicker side but not unmanageable for this. It was definitely above average length cuz the head of his dick was definitely blocking both pipes at the back of my throat. Ethan chimed in from very 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 possibly 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 in its place...another gag? I couldn't really figure it out until he positioned it in my mouth. I couldn't tell what exactly it was, but after he had tightened and adjusted it, he said, "Boy, close your mouth." I could not close my mouth. Something was holding it open and not just open but as open as I could probably make it...like 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?" (grumbled sound from my mouth) "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."

Still working on Chapter 1, but thought I'd throw down an excerpt all the way from Chapter 10 (Part 10) just for fun and get your juices flowing. Bon Appetit!

The following is an excerpt from Part 10 of a forthcoming blog series titled "The Truck and the Cage" (currently 30 Parts - aka chapters are written). The series covers a 6-day intense BDSM dom/sub sex and fetish experience and is based on real life events which occurred in 2010. There were 3 Dominants and 1 Submissive ("Boy" aka me). It was a completely drug/alcohol free experience. I was not HIV positive at the time of the event. EXCERPT from Part 10 - The Trunk and the Cage - When Likes Become Obsessions Someone reached around to my hole and began to pull the buttplug that had been inside me gently but firmly and it eventually popped out. I made a small yelping sound as I felt it escape and I could feel that my hole had loosened further. A fresh glob of lube was smacked on to my hole and fingered in. I was led to the same bathroom as before, and moved into the shower. I heard both Ethan and Jacob remove their clothes. I was 100% certain this was not the start of a group shower... "Boy, Down!" Ethan commanded. His voice had grown much more assertive in just the last minute. The somewhat compassionate vibe I got from him when my blindfold was off had 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 had my Down position perfected... I could hear both of them stroking their dicks. I had a feeling I wasn't just going to get fucked in the shower but was gonna get filled with their piss. This wasn't the first time I'd been led to a shower by a guy... "Boy, your hole has started to loosen up but you need to focus, Boy. Loosen up those muscles and don't grip our dicks. 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 was already behind me and I could hear him shuffle forward until the tip of his dick was tracing the outside of my hole before eventually centering on the target. He took a quick breath, grabbed my hips and pulled back while lunging forward, all the way in and balls deep in one incredibly fast push. I moaned/screamed very loudly, back arching further. Jacob let out a loud moan as well. I honestly thought that my body would split in half at that moment...that I would just crack down the middle. I briefly got lightheaded in the way you do when you all your endorphins release at the same time. He wasted no time beginning to fuck me hard, 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. I could feel myself stretch while I kept focusing on breathing and relaxing and enjoying what was happening. He pulled out completely and just as quickly I had four fingers up there, again pulling my hole open towards opposite sides of my body. He was not messing around, using all of his arm strength against the hopeless muscle keeping my hole closed. It felt great and then he replaced his fingers with his dick again, fucking me fore about 3 more minutes. "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 let out a moan that again, which the gag made me sound like a happy but wounded animal. I honestly felt super fucking relaxed and of all the times I'd been fucked up to that point in life (many many many many times), I don't recall feeling my hole feel so relaxed. I could certainly feel that it had been worked, I could still feel Alex's load from earlier, but it felt like my hole had just taken a muscle relaxer, had some herbal tea, and finished a Nidra Yoga class. "Here comes!" Jacob said and I felt a few initial spurts of his hot piss hit the outside of my hole and my ass cheeks before he put his dick back inside, this time slower and more gently. He was nearly fully in when he kind of let out a sigh/moan and just like that, it started. I could feel his piss spraying the inside of me. It felt warm and very different than cum. Cum felt softer hitting your insides, piss felt a little bit sharper. He went on for a while, and I thought was finished but then sigh/moaned again and even more started flowing into me. I wanted to say "Damn, sir, that's a lot of piss" but knowing that the gag would make anything I said incomprehensible I just moaned while I felt myself filling up. Honestly, I didn't know how much it was compared to how it felt, but 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 and indicated he was done. He told me to gently use my hole to wrap around his dick (just like Alex had told me) and to try to hold all the piss inside when he pulled out. "Your turn" Jacob said to Ethan, and I heard them quickly shuffle their positions behind me.

I nearly have PART (chapter) 1 - "Never saw that coming..." editing complete. I'm stopping and will finalize tomorrow. There is a lot I realize I need to clarify, flush out, and simplify that I think will also exist in subsequent chapters (I've written 22 already). I've got some work to do. 🙂